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writeslikeanaria · 1 year ago

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Can you please write an omi fic of him losing his v card with mc (But make it realistic like an adorable bumbling doof? Mistakes, miscommunications, giggling, bashfulness) XD

These HL boys are becoming far too suave for my liking lately lmfao!

Xxxx love your writing btw

virgins do a standup special

ominis gaunt x reader

summary: two sassy kids have private fun time for the first time ever. or, author has way to much fun writing dumb shit. (i spiraled. i'm sorry. but thank you for requesting!!! and thank you for enjoying my writing!!! i'll do more of it i promise.)

word count: 1.9k+

warnings: SMUT, author went wild, first time woohoo, oral!m recieving, reader needs to self pleasure badly, bad attempts at comedy, p in v,

requests open! request here :) (i normally write better than this is swear)

Celibacy didn't look the best on you.

Staring at your reflection, you followed you tired eyes back and forth, drained from the restless night you had just slept. Hours spent, holed up in your hot bed, sleeping next to your quiet boyfriend, as you tried desperately to not shove your finger down your panties.

This night was no different. It was just past two in the morning and your mind had yet to drift into slumber. The crackling of the gentile fireplace and the hum of the sea breeze outside had not worked their magic to soothe you to sleep. Ominis, on the other hand, bless his heart, was out like light, sleeping like the Inferi. Sometimes, you had to place the pads of your fingers to his pulse point to even check if he was still breathing. Yet, he was, his breath puffing from his soft lips in small doses, his clothed chest rising and falling with his rhythmic heart song. You longed for that type of peace.

Instead, a fire roared inside of you. Sweat drowned your forehead as you glanced at yourself in the mirror beside his bed. It was full length, allowing you to see both yourself and you sleeping boyfriend behind you. Except, every time you would stare at you boyfriend, the fire would ablaze. Everything Ominis would do was like tinder. You pouted at yourself, ignoring the waterfall between your legs.

You were being courteous, is what you told yourself. Six months of dating and nothing more than your tongue deep inside his mouth. You were fine with it – really, you were – but you wished you could just progress past Ominis' gentleman hands, and onto the more animalistic side of him.

Too busy staring at yourself, you hadn't even noticed the stirring figure behind you, waking from his sleeping beauty rest. Humming deeply, Ominis rolled over, wrapping his arm around your sitting hips. He coughed softly to break in his sleepy timbre. "What are you doing?"

Not even fazed nor startled at Ominis' tough or voice, you sighed in response, shrugging your shoulders defeatedly. "Just thinking. Go back to sleep. You need your beauty sleep, Prince Charming."

Ominis snorted at your joke, but scooted closer to you, until his head was resting in your lap, breath fanning over your bare thigh, barely anything keeping his face from your most exclusive area. He rubbed his cheek against your soft skin lovingly, before pressing his lips gently to the tops of your thighs.

"Talk to me. Maybe it'll put me back to sleep." Ominis spoke, voice still not fully warmed up. After a pause in the conversation where you couldn't reply, Ominis piped up again. "I want to hear your thoughts."

You lifted your hand to his hair, and stroked the blond locks in an attempt to slow your racing mind. Biting your lip, you felt the guilt rush up your body. Lowering your head, ashamed, your voice came out in a mere whisper.

"I want you."

Ominis lifted his head slightly, life rattling under his skin. His lips turned into a confused frown, eyebrows knitted together into a stout line. "I'm right here? Do you think I'm leavi–"

"No." You stopped his words, before letting out another sigh. "I want you. In a sexual context." You weren't sure if your words were clear enough, so you spoke again. "I'm horny."

Still having not replied, Ominis stayed still, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he remained deep in thought. The wait was killing you as your boyfriend stayed quiet, the only time where his silence wasn't endearing, but exceedingly frustrating, considering the rainforest coming into season on the flesh side of your panties.

"Please say someth–"

"I'm a virgin."

"I know. I'm your girlfriend. We share these things." You snapped, not in a harsh way, but in a way where Ominis knew that you weren't truly upset with him. Biting your tongue, you restarted your speech. "I'm sorry. What I meant to say was, I know, but, sometimes I have needs. And I recognise that you may not want to sleep with me, and I fully respect that. I love consent, big fan. Some might even call me a consent groupie, but on top of that, I just need to let some inhibitions go occasionally."

"Wait a second–"

You did not, in fact, wait a second. "You know, when you woke up, I was actually staring into this mirror, trying to decide what the etiquette around masturbating next to your boyfriend was. I was a couple minutes around from taking myself to pleasure-smeade and praying that you'd stay asleep. Or maybe I should've gone to the bathroom."

"Hold on–"

You didn't hold on. "It's just that I don't like masturbating in bathrooms. It's way too cold, and I have this fear of the tap just turning on and a ghost walking in, or even just someone rattling the door nob–"

Ominis bit into your thigh to shut you up. You yelped in response, smacking your hand over your mouth to stop any more surprise noises from escaping your throat. You grind your teeth together. "What the hell was that for?"

"I'm trying to tell you that you don't have to pleasure yourself next to me." Ominis hissed back at you. "I would be very happy to," his voice dropped low, to almost a whisper, "make love to you."

You stared at your boyfriend, your polite, bashful boyfriend, whose face was now a lovely scarlet, long eyelashes downturned as his words come out like the crudest word someone could think of. You smirk.

Leaning down, you sink yourself off the bed, and onto your knees in front of Ominis, kneecaps hitting the hard, cold floors beneath you. You knew he couldn't see you, but you stared into his eyes anyway. "I'll give you a blowjob if you can say the word 'sex'."

The scarlet crossfaded into burgundy. Ominis let out a small gasp, before placing his hands over his ears and whispering out into the world, "sex."

You laughed, leaning up to place your lips against his, pressing as much love as you could muster through the emotion in your kiss, but you were unable to stop the giggles from coming out. As you both laughed your way through your pash, your nimble fingers made their way to Ominis' pant's waistband, flicking at the fabric, until your impatience wore down to the thinnest layer of the earth. Tapping your fingers at his waist, you encouraged Ominis to stand up slightly, so you could shimmy the rest of his pant down his leg, revealing his briefs, with a very strained cock protruding from it. A very large cock aswell.

"How the hell am I supposed to fit that into my mouth?"

Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would I know? It's your mouth, isn't it?"

You pinched his thigh. "But have you seen the size of it?"

"No. There's many things I haven't seen."

Ignoring his cheek, you slowly roll down his briefs to reveal the mammoth you were so afraid of. It was longy, veiny, with moles covering it's ivory length. You squeezed it experimentally and relished as Ominis let out a long hiss of approval.

Meekly, you let your hands wander the length of his cock, mesmerised by it's very being. "I've never actually seen one of these upclose before, only in those muggle education books we have in the library. It's actually different from what I imagined." You licked from base to tip and hum and the texture. Ominis' thighs tensed. "I thought it would be more, rock like, but it's reminding me of... soft rubber."

Ominis let out a throaty gasp as you alternated from stroking, licking, and just straight up babbling about his cock. "You know, darling, it is just skin and muscle, I thought you would know th–"

He was speaking too much. Deepthroating your boyfriend, you watched as his entire face contorted, hands reaching into your hair, and lacing his fingers into your locks. You didn't mind the pressure, slowly lifting yourself off the cock, and then back down again, catching a rhythm.

You stopped running your mouth and focused on giving Ominis the pleasure he deserved. Through sloppy and wet noises, your lips suctioned around his member, tongue gliding over the ridges of his cock. Humming occasionally at the salty taste oozing from the tip, you watched out for all the signs that Ominis was enjoying this as much as you.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, as sweat enclosed his neck and collarbone. His teeth had pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and refused to let go, blood cracking from the skin. The fingers in your hair had not relenting, staying firmly in place as you worked your magic, which is how Ominis so easily lifted your head off of his cock after a short while.

You fake pouted. "I was actually enjoying myself."

Ominis snorted. "You sounded so lewd that I thought that you might've been replaced with a whore."

You slapped Ominis' dick in response. "You know, if I wasn't so horny right now, I would've taken offence to that comment."

Pulling you upwards, you met Ominis' lips once more, adjusting yourself so you could sit in his lap. Grinding down on his exposed crotch, you let out a moan, right in Ominis' ear, just so he wouldn't miss it, or mistake you for someone who wasn't so ridiculously turned on right now.

"I want to put my penis inside you now." Well, that was direct. You let your head fall into the crook of his shoulder, trying to stop your laughter from deterring him. "I would like that very much."

Satisfied with your answer, Ominis hoisted you up my the butt, and laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs seductively, and sitting between them. His warm hands rubbed soothing circles on your thighs as his brain tried to figure out what to do next.

You cocked your head. "Would you like me to remove my panties?"

"Oh," Ominis' eyebrows raised. "Only if you don't mind."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them off to the side and resettling yourself on the bed. You should've felt more exposed, completely bare and presenting your pussy like a modern piece of art, but Ominis made you feel so unbelievably safe. You smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see, but not caring anyway.

"Gotta find the hole..." Ominis brought his fingers up to your unmentionables and starting rubbing around until he found a hole. Unsure, he bit his lip out of confusion. "Its... tighter than what I was expecting." Beat. "And drier."

"Ominis, that's my anus."

"I was just kidding..." He wasn't.

Fixing his hand placement, Ominis tried again, fingering your cunt with the dexterity and delicacy of a moose being told that he has to cook, and not really knowing how to, because it's a moose.

When he was sure he had found the right hole, he gripped onto his cock, and lined it up to your entrance. "Are you ready?"

You nodded.

"By the sound of the rustling pillow, I'm going to assume you nodded." Ominis slowly started entering you, both of you letting out harmonious moans over each other. The pleasure was almost too good as Ominis thrusted in again and hit that perfect spot and–

"Unghhh...!"

Came with six seconds.

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i'm so sorry for whatever the hell this is i'm actually so tired and out of it but i hope you enjoy this. i love writing i love words i love metaphors i am a god.

#ariadne writes #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt smut #ominis gaunt x reader #fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x you

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vinetae · 2 years ago

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As If It's His Last - PJM

"Mmmm, you're such a sensitive baby, aren't you?"

Genre: FWB, F2L, Smut, mutual pinning?

Summary: it had been a simple agreement. You felt bad at how many times Jimin had a hectic schedule. And while you couldn't do anything about that, you could offer some services out of pity for the boy..

Warnings: shower sex, vaginal fingering, Dom!Jimin, bratty sub!Reader, shower games, cunillingus, spanking? Jimin's such a tease lol, unprotected sex (don't do this), best friend banter while fucking (and damn, do we love that), cursing, foul language.

Word Count: 4K

A/n: just some drabbles I forgot to post like a year ago. 💀🙏😭 This was heavily inspired by my simp ass and the vlive where jimin wished someone would wash him LMFAO.

Edit: welcome back, you horny bitches. I've updated this to conclude their FULL SMUT. So, happy early birthday 💀😭

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"I'll do it" you comment, as he sits up to counter your straight face. His eyebrows lift, a shocked expression plastered his features.

"You what?" He asks, not truly comprehending what his friend had just agreed to.

"I'll wash you if you want."

He laughs out loud at the seemingly meaningless joke. His chest rises in sharp points, as his joking reaction makes your face remain unchanged. He'd been complaining for around an hour, seeing how long he could go without a shower after coming back from a hard session's practice. He'd always procrastinate washing himself, but never excused his hygiene.

Ironically, he was possibly the most clean person you've ever known. He always loved dousing himself in expensive perfumes, a 10-step skincare, and brushing his teeth for not 3 but FOUR minutes, twice a day. If you hadn't known better, you might've mistook him for a germaphobe. Once you had seen his apartment for the first time, you'd quickly realized your accusations were limited to what everyone say everyday.

"Are you for real?" He questions, not believing that his friend of only a few months would help him with something so intimate that ESPECIALLY only couples would do.

However, you were just a good friend.

You slide the cover of your book down your thighs, sighing at his thick head.

"Seriously Jimin? You just spent almost an hour debating whether showering in the morning or afternoon is healthier. You KNOW you only did that so you could excuse your laziness." His eyes widen at your words, but he doesn't deny it.

"But... Are you sure? I mean we've only known each other for a few months And-" you stand, glancing at his slouched figure.

"It's an offer, not a request. You want help, and I like helping people. Plus, it'll give me practice for when I volunteer at the senior citizen home." You tease flashing him a cheeky grin, as he stands, yelling to protest.

"Hey! Don't call me old!" You laugh at his cute pout. He watches as the sway of your hips lure him to the frame that connect the hallway to bathroom. He can feel the dryness of his throat out run the natural portion. Your upper body turns to graze his eyes, a tiny, sultry grin tugs your cornered lip.

"Coming?"

His eyes trail on the curves of your frame as you remove rhe excess pieces that had hidden your goddess-like figure so well. His tongue sticks out to wet the pad of his lips, making the plump set glisten. His gesture doesn't go unnoticed for you as well. You bat the thick of your eyelashes, while slowly removing the last article of clothing, sending him a greasy smirk.

"Yah, this ain't a free strip club." You point to the shower, watching the gears in his head finally turning to your command. This time, it's your turn to oogle at his built figure. The sweat glistens off his proportioned figure, sliding down the muscles of his arms. The veins in his hands track all the way to his protruding Adam's apple, watching it Bob up and down once before he removes another piece of his clothing.

Soon, he's left in nothing bit tight clad briefs, the Chanel red and white stripped label hugs his lower waist oh so perfectly. His lips tug into a smirk nothing how you'd been caught on his waist for one second too long. He curves his thumb to tug the elastic of his briefs down, giving you a teasing peak of his prominent v-line. He watches your cheek indent quickly, knowing that you'd bitten the inside harshly.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the impure images that had Corrupted your mind for a few moments. You meet his gaze, before motioning to the shower. He chuckles, noticing the tint of your ears matching hues with your cheeks. He stalks your figure, closing the small space that had separated the two of you, and sane from insanity.

"Aren't you going to get wet too?" His thumb comes to lift the point of your chin, narrowed eyes dark chocolate and fiery, baring down into your doe-like irises. His fingers come to toy with the elastic of your bra, before releasing it as it snaps against your skin. You flinch at the sudden act, the lump in your throat doesn't seem to faulted in rendering you speechless. His breath rolls past the shell of your ear, brushing the side of your cheek smoothly.

"No? Because.."

His steps corner you into the steamy shower until you're pressed up against the tiled wall. His eyes peer into yours, hands come up to already palm the rounds of your breasts pulling the thin fabric down to toy with the erect buds.

"I think you already are."

You'd gone into this situation with tact and though-filled head. Now, your girly brain had been boiling on the stove labeled horny, with your pussy as the chef, and Jimin being the heat.

Weird analogy I know, but still.

It's true.

The inside of his palm comes up to trace along the heated outline of your figure. His smirk beaming wider than a turn an eighteen-wheeler has to make.

"So quiet now, huh?" Your brain had almost been fried by his lingering touches, when a sense of well.. sensibility washes over you. Suddenly, you had regained your voice.

"You keep this up and you'll be stuck with blue balls AND a lonely wash up." Your tone seeps into his brain, pushing past all of the aroused and biological thoughts that had clouded his mind. He pouts, but backs away, giving you space as you repremand his ass.

Once his lecture was over, you watched as he lowered himself into the tub's heated waters, watching as his face immidiently forms new expressions. Most had remained relaxed, but one still stood out to you.

The steam had now risen to damp the ends of his hair, making the baby strands cling to his forehead. His newly dyed locks had blocked a portion of his view. You smile, bringing your hand up to brush the straggles out of his way. Much like how a mother's caring touch would be. He sighs, unconsiously leaning into your touch. You'd pulled your hand a few centimeters away right before his selfish, naughty hands had brought them right back down, pressing your palms against his reddened cheek.

"Just... stay like this, please?" He whines softly, not wanting to release from the comforting touch of your hands. You sigh, shifting on the tub's edge before finding an okay position. His eyes lull closed, peaking open once a while to make sure that you hadn't left him.

Your chin rests on tub's edge, watching how his facial features sink more into a relaxed transe. Finally, he felt at peace.

Except the hardening of his cock under the soapy waters.

He groans, trying to push those thoughts away, know that you hadn't been in that kind of mood right now.

You had usually flirted back and countered his sweet-comments and teases, a grin of your own painting your expressions while you two laughed, ending the silly encounter each time. Your laugh lines had been his serotonin. He'd never openly admit this.. of course.

But those sweet-nothings were for a different time, told to him by his stirring cock. Thankfully, the lavander and vanilla bath bomb you'd decided to throw in last minute had dissloved into a perfect shield for his dick.

Though the wet patches along your skin had done the opposite.

He peaks his eyes open, watching as the water shines an almost like glitter effect on the surface of your skin. With each splotch of water had been followed by clear definitions of it's gleams.

Yep... there goes his thoughts again.

"Y/n.." He gently calls out, seeing if you'd react with the same tone as earlier. He looks to see that your face had softened, showing him a more caring side than before. Usually, you had been this strong, confident and stubborn woman he'd grown to love. But how the way your rosy cheeks matched his set from the steamy waters had painted a different picture for him.

It also didn't help that you were in the most basic, but sexiest pair of underwear and bra he'd ever seen.

Sure, he's seen the lace, the frills, satin, silks and more.

Maybe it's his crazy, sex-driven mind..

But you looked like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Hell, this feeling wasn't even that sexual.

It had always been with him.

Since the day you two had meet in that cafe.

His voice calls out again, watching as your nose scrunches from the louder volume, but yet still having that gentle and warming tone he'd always carry.

You hum in response, not really minding what he was going to go on about. Sure you cared but..

This water had also felt too good to pass up.

So you opted for dragging your finger tips across it's fluctuate surface, watching as your minimal movements had trailed behind light ripples in their place. Your digits dip down ever so often, relaxing at the bath water's warm embrace.

This time, you hear your name for the third time.

You sigh, glancing to pull your eyes from the peaceful streams, to his boyish look.

Except...

He hadn't looked boyish at all.

The prominent lines of his muscle protruded far more than you could've ever imagned. His upper porportion had broad shoulders, defined and calculated features that would make any female instantly swoon.

"How are you going to wash me if I'm in here, and you're out there." His chin comes to rest on the tub's edge in front of you, mimicking your position with a smile painting his features.

You sigh, trying to hide the obvious smile that had accidentally slipped from your control.

"Fine," You fake a groan, acting as if your mother asking you to take out the trash. You see his lips pucker to a cute, puppy-like pout.

"You offered, you know.." You nod, removing your last pieces of clothing before stepping into the water's steamy embrace. The tub hadn't been that large, so you had to really squeeze to fit the both of you. Somehow, he manage to scoot closer, a gleam so warm and inviting lays beneath his cold, matured exterior.

He rests of the point of his chin on the round of his knees, pulling them closer to his chest, as you had done the same. That earns you a laugh from his side.

"Two bros, chilling in a bath tub two feet apart cause they're not gay." You laugh at the stupid reference, hitting his shoulder lightly. "You're ridiculous."

As your smiles recceed, something had taken their place. Even though both sets of tucked legs had been the barrier between the two of you, it didn't stop the lack of space slowly disappearing at the held gaze you both had in your eyes.

Your lips barely just centimeters away, as his hand comes up to cup the round of your cheek, his voice lowering to a permissive octave.

"You know, that trend of Tik Tok has been going around lately." You chuckle at his random response.

"Which one? There are about a gazillion.."

he leans in closer, brushing the pads of his lips against yours, giving you just a slight taste of what he's offering.

"The one where you kiss your best friend."

You lightly scoff at his comment.

He can't be serious.

.. Can he?

One more lessened inch was all it took for his lips to capture yours. The kiss had been gentle and kind at first, until something primal and needy had taken the reigns. His breath became heavy, the sounds he started to let slip had been doing a number on your sensability.

Just before anything gets too heavy, he quickly pulls away, leaving a trail of saliva bridging between his and your lips.

"I- want to make sure that you're okay.." You're quick to nod, trying to rekindle the fire he had you desiring so, but he takes control once more.

"I need verbal confirmation, Y/n. I don't want to make it feel like I'm forcing you or anythi-" He's cut off by the pressure of your lips crashing onto his.

Once you're through, it's your turn to pull away, leaving him in need.

"Permission granted.." Those few words had all it took for his lips to finally connect with your once more, this time with a firey and passionate seer of affection attached along with it. His hands are quick to unfold your body, pulling to straddle his lap. The already lack of any attire had been teasing enough, as the butterflies flying around in your stomach had been inexorable. Your confidentials meeting to grind against one another, the length of his cock gliding easily through your folds. His head draws back, groaning at the delightful feeling.

"Are we..." He takes in a few breaths, trying to make sense of this situation for what's best for the both of you.

"Are we sure this is a good place for our first?" You take a look around, thinking logically on how this could go. Your faces scrunches at the idea.

"Shower then?" Your comment had him rising quicker than his dick did, pulling you along up with him before he's pressing your back up against the tiled shower's wall. His palms coming to cup the rounds of your breasts, tweaking your nipples gently to see your reaction.

Not to his surprised, you'd moaned.

Quite loudly in fact.

Your head lulls against the shower's walls, while his smirk creeps his face.

"Didn't know you had that in you.." He groans, free hand reaching behind to pull your ass tighter against his frame, giving the rounded flesh some gentle squeezes.

"What do you mean, in me?" Your head follows the trail of kisses his lips had placed upon your exposed upper half, watching the glint in his eyes each time he notice your body flinching at the light grazes.

"Mmmm, you're such a sensitive baby, aren't you?" Your lips part, mouth dropping down to form a long O-shape. The digits of his fingers trail down your torso, brushing along the dip of your navel before slipping between your thighs. Your hands reach out to wrap themselves around his neck, while your palm moves the strands out from his view.

His long digits drew light circles into your hooded bud, as your back arches against the tiled wall. Your sounds are the only confirmation he needed to continue on his exploration.

"Hmm, you know I've always wondered something.." His tone is teasing, with a hint of malicious .. something.. behind it.

There was deffiantly more than this sweet cinnamon personality.

You scoff at his retort, feeling the way our leg twitches from the small amount of pleasure you'd reccived.

"I've always wanted to know.." You felt the sting of his finger pushing its way up into you, sliding easily past your folds, as the sounds it had drawn out were immaculate to his ears.

"If my accusations were correct." You groan out, not knowing a damn about what he had been going on with, but knowing damn well how it felt.

You chuckle at his words. "Yeah? What accusations?"

A smirk plasters his face.

"Oh, you know.. Just some things that have popped into my head.." His head's quick to find it's way down your body, as his face had been at direct level with your sobbing core. Your breath hitched at the sight.

"About how much pressure it would take for you to squeeze me with the fucking thighs until my head popped like a balloon.." His words cut like a knife dragging along your skin. His hand comes up, spreading your lips apart to reveal all of your shameful glory.

"How pretty this pussy would look all wet and needy for me." He removes all pressure, licking a stripe up the very center as your head lulls back, fist full of his hair quickly fill your balled hands.

"How loud you can scream my name."

Your hands ball ever more at his sudden words, as he takes the plump of his lips, wrapping them around your throbbing clit as a whole new world of this shit had just been unlocked for you like a fucking video game. He reaches up, pulling one of your thighs over his shoulder, burying the face even deep into your aching pussy, watching as the tip of his nose kisses your public bone.

Sounds of pleasure and nothing more had filled the dorm's shower room, as your best friend had been on his knees, acting like your pussy had been his favorite meal.

His palms grip at your thighs, feeling the soft pudgy goodness engulf his head even more.

Your head lulled back, thighs quivering around his head. Hands coming to grip at his damp roots, mouth jarring wide as he practically recites every letter from the alphabet.

You certainly hadn't planned for this to happen with your best friend. But hey,

Was this really a time to complain?

"Fu-fucking- Oh shit!" The burn you felt between your thighs had nothing on Jimin's teeth biting down into the side of your neck. His hips rolled against your body, as his arm kept your thigh proped up and open for his liking.

The pad of his lips switching between sucking and marking your damp skin, hot water steaming down onto the both of you. Your fingers tugged at his newly dyed roots,mouth parting as his cock slides against your walls.

"So fucking good for me, baby. Taking my cock so well." Your head lulls back, chest heaving in agony. His hips snapped against yours, as his hand helds you at the sides to keep you in place.

"O-oh my God.." You whine, unconsciously lifting your other leg to try and wrap yourself fully around his waist. A chuckle rolls from his lips, before he gently pulls out, making you whine from loss of contact.

In a matter of seconds, he has you sat on his lap, as he's resting on the shower stools surface. Wasn't the series position, but hey. You weren't one to complain.

"And here I thought Jin's old man stool was useless." He retorts, guiding your hips to sink down onto his standing cock. Your hands use the crease of his shoulders in balancing, as your let out a short laugh.

"Oh so now I have to do all the work?"

A smirk presses his lips, as his mouth reaches out to suck dark blotches into the skin of your collarbone. "Be a good girl and maybe it'll be worth your while."

Your heart sank at his words.

"Fuck you for being my friend."

"Why? Cause I'm so awesome at it?"

"No." You groan, taking a big gulp of air from the steam of the shower. "C-Cause you fucking know me too well."

He chuckles, gently guiding your hips along the length of his cock, your legs hugged to his sides in support of the painful position.

"Oh, im sorry for being such a good friend." Smirking, his hand comes to cup your breast, tweaking the erect bud between his two fingers. He watches as your lips drop to part in pleasure, leaning your body closer to his. The moment had been arrogant, and annoying, but most of all..

Amazing.

"mm- s-still fuck you." You moan out, body presses against his, in support. The burning of your thighs had been overpowering your motives to continue, as you let out a whine.

"Yeah yeah, yoy know you love it." Your pussy cleched around his cock, making your head fall onto his shoulder. His praises pulling you into a daze you'd never felt before. Nails digging into his glistening skin, the shower mixed along with your sweat at done nothing in making this scene any less arousing.

He lets out a soft chuckle, bringing his arms up to hold your body to his, making sure your fucked out state doesn't injure yourself.

His lips hover gently infront of yours, brushing a string of wet hair from your view.

"Weak." He teases.

You lift your arm, punching his side gently. His chest rolls out a soft laugh,hoisting your waist to press against his.

"Yah, are you really trying to sleep when we're having sex?"

Your head shakes, forehead pressed into his shoulder dip. "Fucking burns.."

"Ah, yeah I know. It's pretty big."

You lift up, playfully hitting his chest once more from his comment.

"Alright alright. Jeez, making the man do all the work as usual, huh?" He's quick to lift your body from his, pressing you back against the shower wall, easily sliding his cock through your velvety walls once more. Your arms throw themselves around his neck, head craning backwards as your back arches off against the wall. He scoffs, rolling his hips into yours. His finger coming up to poke your cheek.

"Faker."

A smile presses your lips, closing the distance between the two of you. Hands carding through his damp locks, as the shower's hot pressure drips along both of your skin.

Your eyes screwed shut, sucking in a breath. "F-fuck i-i'm-" His lips capture yours once more, as the tip of his index finger reaches down, rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

"Yeahh, cum for me, jagi. Let all the guys know who's fucking you this good." Your head knocks back against the marbled shower wall, thighs twitching in his grip as a wave of pleasure crashes in to you. He moans out, feeling the way you clamp down on his when your orgasm hits.

"Oh, yeahhh! That's my good girl. Such a good baby for me- fuck!" With one final thrust, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he paints your walls white. You both pull away slightly, trying to catch your breaths. The hot shower water had done nothing in cooling the two of you down.

After a few moments drip by, Jimin lifts his head to look at you. A smirk presses his lips, as he pulls your figure back against his to make the two of your stand under the shower's rainfall like pressure.

"Looks like you're the one who needs a wash off now.."

You chuckle, cupping the side of his face in your palms, placing a gentle peck to his lips. His hands come to hold your waist, returning the cute gesture.

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Holy shit I'm finding so many unpublished drafts..

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via-l0ve · 2 years ago

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Heyy, I saw you wanted some Dean requests and I think I have something in mind.

What about an headcanon where the reader is female and she isn't really skinny but not fat, like she hasn't a flat tummy or skinny thighs and she's just insecure, but he reassures her? And maybe it's a bit smutty if you want?

I hope I didn't cross any boundaries! Feel free not to write it, it just crossed my mind because that's how my body is and sometimes I'm insecure because in every fic reader is skinny or plus size, and there isn't much about middle size :/

Wish you a good day 🖤🖤

Insecure {Dean Winchester x f!reader!}

a/n: i love dean sm. i hope you enjoy this!! <33

warnings: swearing, kinda shit ending i’m sorry, smut, unprotected sex, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader talking bad about herself, mid-sized reader!! please ignore the pov changes and the uncapatization LMFAO i’m so sorry. not proofread it’s 1am i cannot

As soon as y/n walked into the small, cramped motel room, Dean knew something was wrong with her. The usual confident and happy aura that followed her was diminished into a bland light. Deans first thought was that it could’ve been from the hunt they had just finished. It was a hard one, too many vampires and not enough bullets to handle the whole nest, leading to some injuries. But, on further inspection, he realized how she sat on the motel bed, barley touching her food and playing with her fingers, picking at her nails. All of which were crystal clear signs that she was not okay. Dean studied her quizzically, not wanting to pry but wanting to make sure his girlfriend was okay.

after a couple moments, he spoke up.

“hey, you good? you haven’t touched the food you bought.” he said in his gruff voice, concern laced through.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes shined and her arms draped over her stomach.

“oh, yeah. i’m fine.” she shrugged, poking at her food with her fork, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Dean shook his head. Y/n was obviously bothered.

“bullshit. you’re picking at your food. what’s wrong?” he asked, moving to sit closer to her.

Y/n shook her head, looking anywhere but at dean.

“it’s stupid.” she said, fiddling with her clothes.

Dean sighed, grasping one of her hands in his. he enjoyed how her hand slipped around his, their fingers tangling together.

“nothing you’re feeling is ‘stupid’, baby. talk to me.” he said, giving her hand a light squeeze

y/n looked away from him again, getting up from the edge of the bed and letting his hand fall from hers.

“i just..” she took a moment to collect her thoughts. how should she even word this? what if dean thought it was dumb after all?

“i hate the way i look sometimes.” she spoke softly.

“my stomach isn’t flat, but i’m not like… plus-size or whatever. my thighs rub together when i walk and i have flab under my arms and i just… it’s like im i between skinny and fat and i just.. i hate it dean.” y/n ranted, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

Dean was silent for a beat, just staring at y/n with a look on his face. it was crazy to him that she could even say that about herself.

“y/n..” a beat.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever met. i’m not just saying that because i’m your boyfriend. i’m saying it because it’s true. i live for your thighs and i adore your stomach just the way it looks. your face is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. You’re literally my dream. a goddess.” he said, taking your hand and pulling you into his lap.

“you drive me crazy.” he whispered, burying his face between her shoulder and neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin. y/n shuddered at the feeling, goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i just think you deserve better than me.” y/n whispered out. deans grip tightened on her slightly, his head raising to meet her eyes.

Dean lifted his hand, gripping her chin gently and turning her face towards his. he moved his hand up further, gently running his thumb over her bottom lip.

“there is no one better than you, y/n.” he whispered gently, pressing his lips to hers in a very gentle, soft kiss. “you’re mine. my girl. i wouldn’t change that for the world.” he breathed the words into her mouth, his breath fanning over her lips.

“dean..” she mumbled softly, not believing him.

“let me show you. let me show you how much i love you.” he whispered again, craning his neck and gently kissing her jawline.

all y/n could do was nod, swallowing the saliva in her mouth and closing her eyes, basking in the moment.

“would you like that?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. y/n nodded again, her hands gripping his hair gently.

“use your words, babygirl.” he whispered, running his tongue over the spot on her neck.

“yes, please Dean.” she whispered, nodding softly.

that was all he needed to hear as he moved so she stood, he towered over her. his hands roamed up and down her sides, squeezing her hips. he pushed her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. he got down to his knees, lifting his hand up and unbuttoning her jeans.

“your thighs? they drive me crazy, baby.” he whispered, pulling her jeans off and pulling her legs apart gently, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh. his hands ran up and down the sides of them, his calloused fingers gently caressing her skin. his hands traveled upwards again, tracing the outline of her panties and the area where her stomach spilled over slightly.

“beautiful.” he mumbled softly, kissing just slightly above her panties. his fingers moved back down between her thighs, moving to press his thumb against her clothed clit, moving his fingers around her panties and smiling softly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips.

“so pretty.” he whispered into her mouth, gently biting her bottom lip as he let his fingers linger, moving up her thighs again. his fingers played with the waistband of her panties, dipping in and back out, teasing her.

“i want to make you feel so good, baby.” he whispered, kissing her clothed pussy. y/n let out a small whimper, moving her hips slightly.

“please dean. yes.” she whispered, holding his hair in her fist.

deans fingers looped around her panties, tugging them off and biting his lip.

“oh, baby.” he said softly, running two fingers over her pussy lips.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispered, looking up at her.

Dean maneuvered her legs to be ontop of his shoulders, using his pointer and middle finger to spread her pussy apart, his eyes shining as they landed on her wet cunt, glistening with arousal. he carefully leaned his head in, pressing his tongue flat against her pussy. she let out an audible moan, the warmth of his tongue in contrast to the cold air of the motel room sent chills down her spine.

His mouth closed around her clit, sucking and licking, filthy sounds flooded the previously quiet room. y/n’s moans bounced off the walls, flooding deans ears and only motivating him to go faster, adding more pressure with his tongue and mouth. he brought his hand up, pushing his middle finger inside of her, easing out a louder moan.

“you like that, y/n?” he said with a smile, the vibrations of his voice only sending more volts of pleasure through her clit. Another moan ripped through her as dean pumped his finger in and out of her hole, flexing his finger while inside and ghosting over her g-spot. she gasped, grinding her hips against him and moaning as he increased the speed. she wanted more, needed more. his mouth sucked, licked around her clit, spitting on it gently and moaning.

“feel good, babygirl?” he asked, increasing the speed of both his finger and mouth. all y/n could do was whimper out a soft “yes..” and her moans increased, hips rocking against her face.

“dean.. please.” she whimpered. she wanted more of him, more pleasure.

“please what?” he teased. “use your words, baby.” he said, slowing down his pace just slightly.

“more.. please.” she moaned out, moving her hips again.

“good girl.” he whispered, adding another finger inside of her and pumping fast, sucking and licking her clit, spitting and toying with it as his free hand reached up and took her clothed breast into his hand, feeling how hard her nipple was under her shirt and giving it a light pinch, rolling it between his fingers. y/n was a moaning mess, her legs shaking and forwarding beading with sweat.

“dean i-i’m so fucking close.” she moaned out, holding his hair in her fist and guiding his face just where she needed.

his fingers sped up the pace, feverishly moving inside of her and pressing against her g-spot. his tongue battled against her clit, sucking and moaning softly.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispered, speeding up his fingers.

y/n’s legs shook, her toes curled and her head flung back, eyes closing tightly as her jaw dropped, moans falling from her lips. dean looked up at her, grazing his tongue over her clit in soft stripes, his hot breath fanning over her swollen, throbbing mound. as she came down from her high, she looked down at Dean, his head still between her thighs. her arousal fluid and cum was shone on his lips, chin and nose. his fingers were glistening as well.

“you did so well, babygirl. so well.” he whispered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“mmh~ dean.” she moaned softly. “i.. i want you to feel good too.” she whispered into the kiss.

he shook his head.

“no, no baby. this is all about you. you needed this. i love doing it. i love you so much.” he whispered back, very gently caressing her thighs.

“but.. but dean..” she whispered softly.

“do you want more?” he asked softly. “only if you want it.” he said, kissing her neck again. she nodded feverishly, feeling his hands sneak below her shirt.

“dean, i want you. wanna feel your dick inside me.” she whimpered softly as he took her shirt off. his hands ran over her braless chest, rolling her nipples inbetween his fingers. her fingers toyed with his shirt, yanking it off and working on the button in his jeans. his mouth connect with her tit, sucking softly. she moaned again, throwing her head back.

“jesus, dean.” she moaned softly, still working on his button. he smiled, helping her and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them off along with his boxers.

she laid on the bed, dean getting ontop of her.

“look at you.” he whispered, leaning down and kissing her chest again, tongue running over her nipple.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he whispered, using a hand to take his dick, gently running it over her sensitive clit, drawing another moan from her lips. her hands reached up, wrapping around his neck.

“i’m yours.” she whispered softly.

he nodded. “mine.” his voice hoarse as his lips met with hers again.

he carefully pushed his cock into her, moaning into her mouth at the contact as she did the same. he pushed further into her, her breath heavy. he let out a low moan, hiding his face on her neck.

“god, you feel so good.” he moaned out, dragging his hips back and forth slowly, getting a pace. y/n could do nothing but moan as his cock stretched her out, arousal dripping from her hole.

Dean sped up the pace, the sound of wetness, skin against skin and loud moans from both of the lovers filled the room.

y/n looked at dean through her eyelashes, her eyes meeting with his emerald green ones. he pressed his lips to hers again in a feverish kiss, speeding up his hips. y/n moaned into his mouth again. Dean let out multiple low moans, his eyes squeezing shut.

“dean~” she moaned his name, moving her hips in rhythm with his. he moaned louder, drawing in a gasp, grunting softly.

“goddamn, y/n.” he moaned, gripping her tit in one hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers. she moaned again, gasping as he pounded into her cunt.

he moaned, feeling her pussy instinctively tighten around his cock. his hand moved up and gently wrapped around her neck. not enough to hurt, but enough to make another moan fall from her lips. he groaned again, pounding into her.

“i love you.” he moaned into her neck, hearing her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“god, i love you dean.” she moaned.

he groaned again, moaning into her neck as he sucked a hickey onto it.

“i-i’m close.” y/n whimpered, her legs shaking again.

“me too, babygirl. cum with me.” he moaned out, speeding up and moving his hand down to rub her clit with his thumb again.

Y/n lost it, loud moans fell from her mouth as the knot in her stomach came undone; her pussy throbbing, clenching around his thick, hard dick. her eyes rolled back as Dean kept pounding into her. she could hear his loud moans, hot spurts of cum shot into her as he moaned loudly, pressing his forehead to hers.

after a moment to calm down, dean spoke up.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, looking at her and carefully holding her face in his hand.

y/n nodded, trying to calm down her breathing.

“i’m okay. more than okay. you’re amazing.” she whispered, moaning again as he gently pulled out of her.

Dean smiled, kissing her forehead.

“i love you, y/n. never talk bad about yourself or your body again you are beautiful. i love you so much more than you know.” he whispered, kissing her again.

“let me clean you up. want to take a bath?” he asked in a whisper. y/n nodded, smiling as he picked her up and led her to the bathroom.

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester smut #mid size reader

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journalsouppe · 11 months ago

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I initially played ACNH for 300 hours in between release day - july of 2020, and never played the 2.0 update or the HHP dlc until recently! So I decided to make a second ACNH spread with the goals to: experience as much of the 2.0 update as possible, beat HHP, complete all the bugs and fish in the museum (I have the fossils done and I will finish art another time).

I had a ton of fun but this was the longest grind I've ever done. I still have nightmares waiting like 5 hours for that damn giraffe stag to spawn my fucking god. Super worth it though bc this was the first time catching all bugs and fish even though I've played CF and NL :}

The Lily of the Valley sticker is a freebie I got from MariKrekeler!

Writing typed below!

rating: 8.5 played: sp 2023 port: nintendo switch favorite? Y replayable? Y recommend? Y series: animal crossing

comments:

Dagnel (YT) inspired me to pick the game back up

I look so cute in my work uniform >.<

the hopeful goal is to finish bugs, fish, and flowers

forcing the villagers on vacation to work and go to school is wild T^T

I love the evolution of adding new items like partitions and nature sounds

I didn't expect to do check-ups

OMG IT'S BAMS BDAY WHEN I PLAY AGAIN AND JULIAN IS HERE (my two faves)

decorating all the buildings does get tiring

i really love the venue decor

Bam gave me the pumpkin soup recipe while wearing my fruits basket sweater T^T!!!!!!!!!!

i can only play in short bursts as it's not as fun when playing alone and it's so grindy and long

an apparel shop is a really fun idea

kk concert goes pretty hard

IT TOOK FIVE FUCKING HOURS TO CATCH THE GIRAFFE STAG T^T

i haven't played aa4 yet but klavier reminds me of Julian esp bc julian was also in a band and had a falling out with a band member (ive played aa4 since then and can confirm theyre the exact same person lmfao)

8 FUCKING HOURS FOR THE MAHI MAHI

okay the rest of the writing is my checklist of bugs and fish i needed to catch and ... yall im not typing that who cares about that anyways T_T

Summary

This was brutal. I curse the name of giraffe stags, mahi-mahis, and Dagnel. I had a lot of fun with HHP and I'm happy to be done with 3/4 of the museum, but my god at what cost? I wish my 2020 self did like a small grind to get these pier fish because why the hell did it take me 8 hours for the mahi-mahi T^T. Enough complaining, I highly enjoyed happy home paradise. I never played HHD for ACNL so this was a fun surprise and I loved the range of homes you could design. I also loved how there were overarching goals to complete: school, cafe, restaurant, hospital, clothing store, and when those were all done you were treated to a KK rave. I also enjoyed seeing my favorite villagers again and getting to play in seasons I hadn't previously played in ACNH. I have mixed feelings about Harv's island. I like that a ton of characters are brought back but I think some of them could've been integrated on the onto the main island better, like reese and cyrus having an add on to nook's shop and also give us another nook shop upgrade T^T. I miss playing with friends but it seems I might be making plans to play with Grimspark! Perhaps in the future I'll pick up this game again to finish art and flowers but that'll be in 2024 me problem. Tired of grinding T^T.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons

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compassmili · 2 months ago

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these from the pjm asks; 🌅 🌃 👻 💀 🚪 🧷 🌈 👾 🌧️ ☀️ 🧳 🪞 ✏️ 💪 🩹 👥 for john and thea. i feel like ive given you homework

HELP. OKAY. THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU. IM PUTTING THIS UNDER A CUT MY LOVE.

JOHN:

🌅 — What are they most proud of?

Her strength and resilience! Despite everything she has gone through, she has still somehow lived this long, and she has the baggage and physical scars to prove it.

🌃 — What do they wish they could forget about?

GETTING FIRED (SOBBING EMOJIS). How badly she fucked up is playing permanently on her mind, forever haunting her and taunting her. She desperately wants to forget the fact that she is the reason she lost it all. John hates taking accountability for her actions (Even though she expects it and demands it of others) and it just haunts her because she won't accept the situation at all.

👻 — What situations do they most fear happening? How realistic are these fears?

THE MIDDLE FINDING HER. IT IS HER BIGGEST FEAR AND SHE HAS VERY FREQUENT PANIC ATTACKS DUE TO IT AND ISOLATES TO TRY AND STAY SAFE. It's realistic as hell bc they literally do track her down during her Canto.

💀 — What secrets are they trying to hide? How successful are they in this?

How she lost her job... She doesn't really mention her Fixer days at all because of the shame she feels. She's successful in it, because she just fully avoids the topic, and nobody would even naturally know of her anyway. She may make an offhand comment about old experiences she had (Working with high rank Fixers, attending nice parties, etc) but never expands and leaves it up in the air. I think (Before her Canto), only Ivan and Balladyna would ever even figure out about her Fixer past. Also of course Faust knows about it.

🚪 — Is there something they don’t wish to admit to themselves? What is it?

THAT HER GETTING FIRED WAS HER FAULT LMFAO AND GENERALLY THAT SHE IS INCREDIBLY UNPLEASANT (SOBBING EMOJIS).

🧷 — What type of clothes do they prefer the most? Do they wear it often?

She either dresses in business casual like normal or like a dyke. Like tank top with a bad fishing joke + cargo shorts + a hat. Probably sandals with socks too. She doesn't dress like that brand of dyke often/ever though just since she works for the company. In her 20s she dressed "better" though (sobbing emoji) like very nice dress shirts and slacks with nice dress shoes.

🌈 — What would be their title if they were a Color Fixer?

THE NAVY HEART!!!!!! NAVY BC OF THE OCEAN AND HEART BC OF HER DETERMINATION!!!

👾 — Do they love the city they live in?

No she hates it she hates this place bro

🌧️ — What would their worst possible end be like?

Brother. This is it. This is her worst ending (Sobbing emoji)

☀️ — What would their happiest end be like?

There's two options here. That she never got fired, continued on as a Fixer, eventually climbing to the rank of Color, or that because of Ivan and Hermine's influence, she actually improved as a person a bit. Even if she became a Color, she'd still be an alcoholic, even if she did get the praise and recognition she thrives on and needs in order to survive. If she stayed with Ivan and Hermine, and was pushed by those two to improve, she'd still have decades of damage, but would have people who loved her.

🧳 — Do they have any items that would persist with them in every universe?

Her braids, for the most part! She's only without them in the Navy Heart ID. Everywhere else, her hair is braided in some way. Also her scars are always present.

🪞 — What are their opinions on their Identities and Mirror technology in general?

She's very bitter about the existence of her Identities. Knowing that she could've turned out different, being forced to look at it, being forced to be it for a time. That she could've been more successful. That she could've been more loved, recognized, admired. That she could've been anything else and it is all her fault that she is not.

✏️ — How do they write their observation logs? Do they have any notable quirks in their writing?

She's similar to Faust and Meursault- Very basic and to the point. Doesn't waste time and only writes what is pertinent. Maybe a slight exception of noting how annoying the enemy was every once in a while.

💪 — What kind of role their IDs end up having most often? (Tanking, debuffing…)

SINKING! MY SINKING LEGEND! GET SUNK! Also mostly blunt attacks with evade rather than defense.

🩹 — After their Canto, are they doing better or worse?

Oh so much fucking worse. Her worst fear literally came true and all her paranoia and fears were proved to be justified. Everything was solidified for her. That she is worthless and never safe. That she is safest isolated from the world, that she will always be hurt, that everyone is out to get her. She is worse off for multiple upon multiple Cantos. She is completely unavailable for the Intervallo after her own Canto due to her isolating in her cell. She will not leave at all. Once she finally exits, she is afraid and jumps at everything and will break down in public. It isn't until around Ivan's Canto (Super fucking late game) that she has any sort of positive change/goes back to her usual self. Her experiences with the Middle permanently altered her.

THEA

🌅 — What are they most proud of?

How good she is at manipulating and getting her way :mwehehe:

🌃 — What do they wish they could forget about?

Kinda just how much she hates himself (Sobbing emojis) She isn't a major fan of what she's done in life but bliss can live with it. It's the self hatred that's the most annoying.

👻 — What situations do they most fear happening? How realistic are these fears?

Ending up alone and suffering and once again in poverty. She lives in the City, so there is a chance of it, but she's made herself popular enough that there'll always be a man ready to marry/provide for her. It's just a matter of her finding someone she deems tolerable/worthy enough of her time.

💀 — What secrets are they trying to hide? How successful are they in this?

Answered this already! Here's my previous response:

"I guess the main thing is that he is just trying to hide… Himself, really. He’s always acting as someone else, never showing her true self. She doesn’t want to be truly known, as that’s a threat to their safety. Showing that vulnerability is a risk. Bliss is very successful in this, in getting everyone to think she’s cheerful, sociable, and vain. That she’s just a spoiled woman seeking romance and fun."

🚪 — Is there something they don’t wish to admit to themselves? What is it?

Hm. I guess that bliss hates blissself? Like, he knows it, and sort of sinks in it, but refuses to ever show it outwardly.

🧷 — What type of clothes do they prefer the most? Do they wear it often?

Before the Company, she most often wore long dresses that were most commonly off the shoulder. Prefers warm and thick materials like velvet.

🌈 — What would be their title if they were a Color Fixer?

Ummmm. Ermmmmm. Mahogany Songbird maybe. Definitely taking suggestions on this I'm not entirely certain on any ideas.

👾 — Do they love the city they live in?

Naur she hates it here

🌧️ — What would their worst possible end be like?

Ending up alone and back in the Backstreets, tossed aside like garbage.

☀️ — What would their happiest end be like?

Hm. Maybe quitting opera as a whole and just finding a friend to live with? If she stopped obsessing over her own safety and future and allowed herself to make real connections.

🧳 — Do they have any items that would persist with them in every universe?

I'M NOT SURE NGL. Maybe her painted nails and makeup? Or her daggers since those are very important to them?

🪞 — What are their opinions on their Identities and Mirror technology in general?

Doesn't have much of an opinion on it since she's apathetic to really everything. Maybe has a bitterness seeing her other selves.

✏️ — How do they write their observation logs? Do they have any notable quirks in their writing?

Since she has to act as her friendly self in the observation logs, she's very upbeat and often lets others also chime in when writing her logs. Almost lets others actually write more than her. Her logs read more like the transcription of a gossip session than Company required documents.

💪 — What kind of role their IDs end up having most often? (Tanking, debuffing…)

Debuffing, maybe? Hm. Unsure.

🩹 — After their Canto, are they doing better or worse?

Also answered before! Here it is:

"Hum is… Worse, for a little bit, with her whole world and lies having crumbled around her. She doesn’t know how to exist now that people know who and what she really is. But Nick specifically helps her a lot! She’s really only worse for an Intervallo, by the next Canto she’s doing a lot better. She still is playing a bit of an act, as that’s her natural state at this point in her life, but she does act more and more like his real self. He may *seem* worse off because his true self is just in general a worse person, but she’s actually doing better since hum no longer is constantly lying and manipulating."

#SMILES WIDELY. EVERYONE ENJOY. EAT UP. I HAVE PROVIDED MORE FOOD FOR YOU ALL #oc posting #john #dorothea #⛪️#🕊#✉️

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allthedamnlove · 3 months ago

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i agree that drew and fiona had way more chemistry than madison and rudy😭😭

jj and kie were just like there…. if that makes sense?? like nothing about them gave couple. meanwhile rafe was on his knees with a ring for sofia🙂‍↕️

also the whole riara thing is like not it lmfao, like madison said kiara would not be kiara if she was with rafe so if they really make a romantic connection happen between them not only would it ruin her character but it would not make sense imo

i’m all for the partners in crime duo and going after revenge but for them to all of a sudden want each other in 1 season would throw the whole show off

rofia endgame or the writers will not know peace for the rest of their lives idk🙂‍↕️

See that's the thing it's like the end of mockingiay where katniss says that she doesn't need the fire from Gale but needs peace that peeta gives. Rafe needs love from a normal woman who's been in love with them for nearly 2 years...not a heartbroken girl looking for revenge

Oh Jiaras are 👌close to killing rudy Elaine and the pates so if they put rafe and kiara you will probably see the pates dead or something. I think what they meant by rafe and kies relationship being explored more is that they will find each other in violence and revenge. I'm so happy that kie gets to explore herself in the final season. I'm so fucking sick of rudys unprofessional ass ruining the entire show. So I want madison to get the attention full front and center. No men around her.

Also rafe might have hastily broke up with sofia but his ass is soo going to regret it. He has INSANE attachment issues and so he would want closure WHICH MEANS ANGST FOR US.

And also if anyone comes for sofia I won't hesitate to deck them cuz I'm sick and tired of everyone victim blaming sofia. Like sHe BeTrAyEd HeR BRO HE KILLED PEOPLE. And again a number one hypocrite cuz HE KNOWS that he has done bad shit yet broke up with her OVER THE PHONE. LIKE BE FUCKING RIGHT

I feel like one of the pates really really like rofia and also the confirmation by the directors further confirmation that their story is not over.

Oh I will take a pitchfork and go rafe s2 on all of their asses if they come for my ship. So they better watch their asses.

Also the body doubles for the beach scene in MOROCCO CTFU. Meanwhile drew carrying fiona across the beach for the enduro scene YOU CANNOT MAKE THIS UP. Yea so clearly we can see a difference in chemistry.

If the obxanon is true (I don't trust them) then the dire nearly dry ass chemistry in ep 6 to ep 9 must be because ep10 was filmed first after it. So naturally mads was pissed at rudy but at the same time....they both should have been professional and atleast showed some chemistry even if jjs dying. Its the fan favourite ship, both the writers and mads and rudy atleast should have taken it to a higher level in the scenes if jj was going to die. But nope, they were acting like they didn't even know each other LMAO. Its just very very sad like jj is an amazing character and I'll say that rafe and jj are kinda cut from the same cloth so I would have loved to see how their relationship evolved. But that's the thing with these fuckass 10eps we see no emotional development between the characters. The main reason why rafe and sofia seems "weird" (by the way they are wrong and don't enjoy life enuff) is that the editors cut so many scenes that it feels disconnected.

But yea again I wish and wish I see rafe crying his ass off at the wedding with sofia wearing an insane wedding gown with Valerie as the flower girl and mads as one of the bridesmaids

#ask 💓💓💓

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exalted-dawn-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Edddddd happy Friday how something for Alora x Solas 👀?? "Sharing a dessert" for maximum fluff (but bonus points for somehow also making it angsty lmfao) happy writing!

CHALLENGE ISSUED. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. CHALLENGE DESTROYED. Now weep and regret the choices you have made Niri.

For @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Angst, ~1k words

A Plate For You | Exalted_Dawn

She felt him arrive before she heard him.

The Fade always seemed to ripple with his presence nowadays, as if his very being was too big to hold even in a place like this. Alora choked down a hasty breath, steadying herself on her one arm against the food-laden banquet table.

“There were more people here the first time,” she chuckled, the sound hollow and weak. “Enough that you couldn’t move without bumping someone’s shoulder.”

Her voice echoed in the now abandoned Main Hall of Skyhold, entirely empty of people save for two. His footsteps rang between every word, steady like a metronome as he drew closer. Closer. Painfully closer.

“...I wish you had been there to see it.”

Too close.

His steps came to a sudden halt, just a few mere paces behind her. Alora felt like she was going to be sick.

“As do I, Vhenan.”

Her hand balled into a fist, scrunching the pristine tablecloths in her clenched grasp. She knew this wasn’t real, but Alora thanked the Creators anyway that her back was turned to him then. This was the first time since leaving that he’d actually spoken to her. That he stood here like this, in that form.

She didn’t want their first meeting like this to be through tears.

“I had saved some cake for you, you know. Me and Josie spent an hour picking out the flavors. I had hoped that maybe…” The thought of that fucking plate, clutched optimistically in her hands the entire evening, still haunted her dreams at times. As it was currently– but this was the first time in her memory that he was actually here to share it. “Well I guess better late than never.”

She stood– forced herself to stand– and moved down the line of tables, towards where she remembered the dessert buffet to be. Metronome steps followed her like a ghost, always lingering just a few feet behind but never drawing too near. That was fine, she supposed. It was more than she had dared to hope for before.

Alora stopped in front of a veritable bounty of sweets, all laid out on perfectly polished trays, untouched and unspoiled by the wear of time. She could recall the flavor of each, traded at first through laughter and elation, and then through tears when the cakes had been placed before her.

They sat innocent in front of her now, their delicate frills and sugar-sweet powder almost mocking in their sincerity.

She picked up the platter and turned to face him.

Just like the desserts, time had not touched the gentle, freckle-kissed slopes of Solas’ face. But, then again, she supposed it never truly had. Just another thing she had failed to notice. But she took her time to look at him now, if only because she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get another chance.

He stood draped in golds and greys, a sun-white wolf pelt draped over one shoulder and his clothes tailored to suit every line of his body. There was once a time she would have laughed at the thought of seeing him in anything other than a simple, thread-bear tunic, but seeing him here like this– not just regal, but actually royal? It almost made things make sense.

She stepped hesitantly, boldly closer and extended the plate for him to take one of his choosing. “I recommend avoiding the chocolatey-looking ones. They’re made with deep-mushroom and anise.”

For a single, heartbroken second, it seemed as though Solas had almost smiled.

He closed the gap and plucked one from the polished silver– a small cube of butter cake, topped in raspberries and creme. Alora took one of the same– they had been her favorite of the flavors– but even as the crumbs fell from her fingers to the floor, she could not bring herself to eat it.

“Please don’t leave.” Her eyes stayed glued to Solas out of fear that he’d vanish just for asking.

He held the perfectly frosted treat in the crux of his palm, his jaw and fingers stiff but not tense. He’d been expecting this. “You know I cannot stay…”

“You can. You know you can,” she insisted lowly, too tired for desperation. “No matter how many times I have to eat cake alone, there will always be a plate here waiting for you.”

“Alora.” He reached out to touch her– to brush aside a strand of her hair, maybe– but before he could, she stepped back and away. Doing so broke her heart, but if she’d let him touch her now, it’d only shatter her completely when he inevitably left with the rising dawn.

She shook her head and smiled sadly. “Not here. Not like this.”

In his eyes, Alora could see the tempest of hurts– guilt, longing, sorrow and regret, but both of them knew that he would not take that final step to bridge the gap. His gaze fell into a cold, distant acceptance, and at last he dropped his hand.

Her head dipped in a grateful nod. “Then maybe next time. But until then, thank you for coming. I really did want to share these with you.”

“Yes,” His shoulders dipped, weighed by disappointment, but he lifted the small cake to his lips regardless, “As did I.”

Alora smiled, truly smiled, and, closing her eyes, ate her piece of cake in one bite. The flavors were always more vivid in the Fade, but tonight the creme was especially sweet, and the berries especially tart. Like summer days and opened books and the gentle curve of a bow-lipped smirk.

It was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.

Tears slipped silently down her cheeks as she chewed and then swallowed that single, too-small bite of cake. If only it had lasted longer. If only she had savored it.

Then maybe.

But when she opened her eyes, Alora was alone in her bed once more.

#dadwc #solavellan #solas x lavellan #dragon age fanfic #alora lavellan #da solas

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firsttarotreader · 2 years ago

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tbh I like that his taking risks rn with the clothing he wears in these events but I must confess that he would look so much better if those clothes were like the ones that Oscar uses that makes him sassy and elegant, like skirts with suits. The ones Pedro's been using, with all due respect, makes him look like a sassy slut lmfao but maybe that's his intention and I'm here for it.

“Sassy slut”. ☠️☠️☠️🤣🤣🤣🤣 Well, he said Oberyn is the slut he wishes he always was, so…

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vulpiximisa · 8 months ago

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Finished Dream Festival R

Well, I can say objectively that R is a huge improvement from the first season. The art improved where I didn’t think it needed to but the writing is definitely more refined.

The individual characters were all good in their own, I really liked the Junya and Shin episode and the early Kurofune ones really did hit me when I never cared about them at all. I thought it was interesting that WMuskat was even officially formed, but I guess we are technically allowed to have sub units in the main group. (So like Mezzo, Pythag and Fly Away. Listen, I only use i7 as a base reference for any idol knowledge I know.)

I was disappointed in finding out that there were actually only 11 episodes and the last “episode” is just a “recap” and a collection of all their performances. As someone who doesn’t actually like idols (why are you watching this) and not actually here for the performances, it doesn’t actually affect me. But I guess it is a nice way to look back at the series as a whole and to just watch all the performances. Watching them in a row, the models also look improved.

I don’t know all the songs that well but my favs are

Glory Story (Pre TraSig)

Symmetric Love (Shin/Junya)

Pleasure Flag (DearDream)

also unfortunately a lot of Kurofune’s songs are good but I can’t differentiate them because they all look the same to me (I only remember Kimi wa Mi Amour because of the title)

Anyway my biggest complaint is that they toned down on the fujo bait-y stuff from s1. 😂😂 That’s actually a good thing but I’m disappointed from a fan who wants to be serviced perspective lmfao. It’s like ShinKana and ItsuJun do not exist at all. There is more of an emphasis on the boys as a group but I think the only duos getting “moments” in R are ShinJun, KanaJun (again), ItsuChizu and not even going to count Kurofune. We get a lot more Keigo and Shin interactions, which I like.

Not my fault but I like Kanade more than I care for ShinKana as a ship because Shin hasn’t had any relevance to Kanade in so long that I don’t care anymore 😭 Also the majority of the fanart on pixiv is drawn by this one artist. The artist is good but seeing them also ship IoRiku (and HaruRin????) kinda turns me a bit off. Also I might as well go ship Mikami/Kanade if i really was desperate to ship something but I’m also shocked that their pixiv tag is practically non existent??? I thought they’d be eating that shit up!

Also I did complain about Shin not having family but we see his mom at the end, so that’s good! (Not enough for her to get tickets to see Dream Fest live I guess.)

Yuto keeps going on about “rock” and stuff but I don’t think any of Kurofune’s songs are rock-like at all. I wish they did have a clear difference in songs to differentiate themselves from DD, but I guess Kurofune just being two dudes is enough. (I’m thinking like how Trigger and LEGIT are a clear obvious difference from the rainbow baby boys that I7 and ProtoStar are supposed to be) DearDream (and sub groups) do perform a variety of songs though, mostly like how TraSig had that Musketeers song/BirdCage.

Anyway, I still really enjoy DreamFes as a series. Would I recommend it? Only if you’re an expert at watching shows aimed towards kids and can handle season one. Season two was better and more refined. It’s not like it did anything totally different to surprise me, (not like in s1 with Junya being the leader and TraSig’s center) but it was just nice to see more of the boys. And surprise guests from actual seiyuu I know as veteran characters.

A lot of the Dorika designs (Coords apparently they’re called) have a lot of strong patterns that makes me not a fan of the performance outfits. Also the fact that they’re supposed to be generic enough that anyone can wear any outfit is a turn off to me. I guess I just don’t really vibe with this genre of clothes collecting. I think it’s cute that they actually have brand names for certain styles though.

#Pixi watches anime #re Dream festival

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troidatoi · 1 year ago

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Day 1 - 8/23/2023

Hi Tumblr!

I had one of you in high school but deleted it after college. I decided to make another just so I have a place to rant and vent about things that make me sad or angry or just things in general. I do journal but I'd like to use it for more positive things and manifestations or whatever. I turned on all the privacy settings so hopefully no one finds this. lmfao. I know all posts are public but I don't really know anyone in my life that has Tumblr anymore. I kind of just needed a place to fucking vent or rant. Today's Kobe's birthday so I'm trying not to be so angry today. (lol, sorry Kobe.) Okay so here goes. I just needed a way to let out my frustrations and so I was like why not Tumblr? I'd mainly be talking about my health and probably my frustrations with life in general.

Growing up, I've always been a big ass kid and you can tell and it showed in my pictures. Been bullied a lot for it from everybody including family. Had a kid threw a rock at me when I was little and said he hated fat people. My parents took me to a weight loss doctor where I cried my eyes out. I guess I always sought food out for comfort. I'm also an only child. I've always wanted to try and better my health but didn't know how, didn't really have the resources or money, and I was constantly surrounded by food. I kind of wish my parents had let me figure out how to do it on my own. I turned into this person with low self esteem, low confidence, hating what I looked like everyday, hanging out with my skinny friends back then was torture for me because I was constantly comparing myself to them (I know they loved me, wished I loved myself as much as they loved me). I hated that I fixated on the way I looked but hey that's what society has programmed us to do. It's easy to be like love yourself blah blah when you're not in the position of constant self hatred. I've tried calorie counting, diets, seeing a nutritionist (which helped a little only to later realized that it wasn't sustainable for me and I developed an eating disorder.) Although I'm pretty sure I've had an eating disorder ever since I was little and now I feel like shit every time I eat food or get scared to eat. I think the only person who I really saw results with and was sustainable was my personal trainer. (Shoutout Michael!) Hopefully, I can come back once I find a job again. (Can someone please fawking hire me already?)

So yeah going on a tangent, apologies! I started running when lockdown hit and I loved it but I also developed hammer toes and it hurt so much to walk and wear shoes. I went to a podiatrist and they were like get orthopedics and I was like okay but they were so expensive even with health insurance and I'm like okay well fuck this so I got surgery and I was so fucking miserable. lmao. I couldn't do anything and didn't leave my bad. It hurt so much to eat that I lost so much weight and I got so sad like crying for days. I realized I needed help if I didn't want k*ll myself so I called the hotline at midnight and it was nice actually. I've heard bad stories but thankfully the person I talked to listened to what I had to say and he brought up the Dodgers. lmao. And he was like maybe I'll see you at a Dodgers' game. I hit up a therapist the next day, a week later hit up a psychiatrist and was prescribed sertraline. (An antidepressant). The weight loss was crazy because I've never been that thin and I wasn't sure how to feel because it was deadass depression weight loss. I was happy with the weight loss but sad about how I lost it. I had so much loose skin that I also decided to do a tummy tuck, skin removal and thigh lift surgery and the recovery was such a pain in the ass but I felt so good and clothes actually fit. I should have probably waited till the next year because I took so much antibiotics that I found out I have leaky gut so I have to stay away from gluten, diary and processed sugar for the time being. (Hopefully cause my gawd I miss eating bread.) I have so much bloating, inflammation, joint pain, brain fog, acne breakouts, tingling sensations, pain on my sides and the list can go on. I went to my primary care doctors and a neurologist and they didn't really help much. Finally went to a holistic doctor and she figured out what was wrong with me and I know it's going to take awhile for everything to heal but I just want to stop feeling like this. (I also had surgery in 2013 to get an ovarian cyst removed and I didn't know I had it because everyone called me fat and they told me the cyst was making me bloated as shit.) I'm trying not to be resentful and look at the past but it's hard because there's so much trauma. Felt like my family didn't love me if I wasn't skinny.

My therapist said I should stop blaming myself but I can't help it. I know things are going to get better and I'm doing my part and putting in my best effort to heal and follow the treatment plan. I know I'm being impatient but for once in my life, I just want to be healthy again and enjoy food without being scared to eat it. Luckily, a healed gut is attainable so I need to keep fighting for it. I know it's going to be worth it in the end. I'm also paying so fucking much for this holistic doctor like I better have the strongest gut in the world and lose 100 pounds so that when I turn to the side no one can see me.

I am also in a lot of credit card debt and I know I'll pay it off once someone hires me but the job market is so fucking hard right now. Probably need to sell feet pics or find a sugar daddy to afford my lifestyle. (lmao jk, kind of) The way I applied to so many jobs the past week and a half is crazy. Just have to trust the Universe and believe and manifest.

Right now, I just really want to focus on healing my gut so I can eat yummy things again, getting a new full time job with higher pay and being surrounded by my loved ones. One of those things where I so badly want things to get better and it feels like no matter how hard I try, things seem to be moving slow. But they're moving, I guess? lmao.

I just want the best for me and it's going to happen because I deserve it and I said so and what I say goes. I hope you try your best to love yourself through this process and to know that things are going to be so amazing for you that you're going to wonder why you felt like this. The setback is stronger than the comeback. Remember that.

And one more time, Happy Birthday, Kobe. I miss and love you 24/8. <3

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youn9racha · 2 years ago

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Natural Pleaser

TW// FLICKERING LIGHTS !!!!

pairing: bf!chan x gf!afab reader

genre: smut

synopsis: your boyfriend is a natural pleaser, he loves to make you feel good so he could feel good. And when you offered him yourself on his special day so he could feel good, he knows just the thing.

warning: piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), d/s dynamics, dom!chan, sub!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, heavy praise, cunnilingus, rushed smut, chris/chan is used interchangeably, chan's a sweetie so sweet you may get a cavity 😔, cockwarming? maybe?, slight choking but not for long.

words: 1.9 (?) k

a/n: uh... hi... its been a while lmfao !!! as y'all know, i haven't been posting lately because of, you guessed it, uni. it had killed my drive to write, but i decided to write this quick piece because its my ult and baby's birthday, and what better way to celebrate then write a lowkey self insert fic ??? 👹👹 anyhow, hopefully y'all would enjoy it nonetheless.

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOO, MY KING, NY LOVE, MY MASTER, MY FAVORITE LEADER, MY BABY BOY, THE BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN !!!!! I LOVE YOU SM BABY, SORRY I DID YOU DIRTY ON THIS FIC 😔🙏 YOU DESERVE BETTER WITH YOUR FINE ASS

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

Nothing could encapsulate your arousal, excitement, and glee like the birthday of your favorite man in the whole world. The ever so generous and kind love giving out from the heart in soul to those he loves, and to you was no less. He relishes in the good times you two share which adds another line of a story in the chapter of his love that is dedicated to you.

And to say you don’t feel the same way would be an understatement. The way you were currently staring up at his bedroom eyes as he was gasping and groaning at the warm tight feeling of your cunt that wrapped around his cock as his hips snaps into yours at a fiery yet pleasant pace.

His birthday celebration started normally, you two spent it with a simple romantic dinner that you and the boys helped plan. A typical social butterfly, he was accustomed to having a big celebration with his great sum of friends and having a wonderful time. But that was before he knew you on a deeper level; now he couldn’t care less about the number of people who show up and celebrates it with him, if you are there with him, he’ll take it over a party.

And that’s what it was, you and him having a bonding time together and giving him the best time of his life. You presented him with precious gifts that he would either ogle at a distance from the display window of a clothing shop or him placing it in his wish list, to which he responds with his typical humble yet appreciative objections.

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have…” he says with a big smile on his face.

And what you could kill to have that smile permanently on his face. You adored the man who went by Chris, you would do everything to please him and make him happy. Of course, he felt and did the same thing, but you thought that your love for him has exceeded the seventh heaven, which you tried to give him that, after telling him that he could do as he pleased with you while you teasingly rubbed your foot across his leg and ultimately his crotch under the table, smiling at him with that feign innocent smile that you knew drives him wild.

And you knew what you were in for when Chan dragged you out of the restaurant and away to your shared apartment. Once you two arrived at your complex, Chan dropped the gifts you got him on the floor, and his hands were on you instantly.

The closer you two got to your bedroom, the fewer clothes that attached to your skin, and once you two reached your bed, you two were practically bare, apart from Chan’s bottoms. A natural pleaser, the way he drew onto your skin with kisses that his plump lips provided with affection always gave you the sensation of electricity.

“Chan…” you sighed, nearly protesting him, it was supposed to be his day, he was supposed to be felt good, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that.

“Shh,” he hushed sweetly, his hardworking slender fingers roamed your body, touching your sensitive breast to your soft tummy to your inner thighs, “I know you want me to feel good, but,” his soft voice paused as he began kissing your jaw and it started to go south until you suddenly felt his breath onto your wet core.

“I could only feel good if you felt good,” he looked up to you with a smile before he began kissing your clit and began with his feast, savoring every drop of nectar you were handing him. You breathed heavily and gasped the more his tongue lapped more of your sensitive parts, with him occasionally pulling away to praise you and how good you taste.

“fuck, baby… you taste so good,” he chuckled slightly, licking his lips as your arousal stuck to his face, chin glistening with your juices. Before him pulling away, you felt almost orgasm, and he knew that based on your breathing pattern, moans, and the way you called his name as your grabbed chunks of his hair.

“Chris… Chris…”

That prayer you gave him, the way your toes were curling, your hips levitated across his face with his nose hitting your core, he knew your body language very well, better than anyone could imagine. And he didn’t want you to come on his face, that’s not what he needed, it not what you deserved most importantly.

Chan got up and began unbuckling his belt, you laid there beautifully with your legs spread, biting onto your thumb as you anticipated the exact moment you have been waiting for. Once his bottom and boxers were off, his already erected cock sprung out and slapped onto his lower abdomen, making you clench to the air and goosebumps cascading through your skin. Even though this wasn’t the first time he has ever been bare in front of you, he almost has a way to leave you enamored by the beauty that is his naked body. He noticed your reaction, making him chuckle and hold one hand on your face and the other on his cock.

“Aw, does my baby want my cock in her? Is that what she wants?”

It’s not so often Chan speaks like this to you, especially not when his hand that’s on your face has his thumb run across the bottom of your face while the other languidly strokes his parts, hissing slightly at the feeling, but to say that this moment was unattractive would make you a liar. You nodded back as you parted your lips slightly, expecting him to insert his thumb in, only for him to lower his hand down to your throat, his hand wrapped around it not too much where it was suffocating you but enough to leave you gasping at the surprising action.

He laughed as his hand slid down, his forefinger created a line from your chin to the center of your clavicle, “you are so cute, baby… I hope you know that.”

Each time he praises you, you feel yourself blush. His praises and compliments almost always hit you in different ways that no person could, no less in moments like these. His lips began to attach themselves to yours, sweet words still slipping through his lips with mumbles in hopes to melt into your skin. Your moan turns into a wide-open gasp as you felt him stretch your walls with his appropriate girth and length so well, however, in contrast to that unexpected action, Chan still sweetly kissed your cheek and jaw, complimenting you on your way.

“You take me so well—fuck,” he cursed at the feeling of how tight you were, driving him mad in the process. Despite everything, he was still so patient and waited for you to adjust before he starts moving in and out of you. While at it, you two took a moment admiring each other, taking in every physical attribute you two carried, especially with the way you looked at Chris, and how you wanted to thank his parents for creating and raising such a beautiful man. You always thought he was good-looking, but when you were being intimate with him like right now, his looks exceed handsomeness.

Once you gave him the green light to move, his hips began moving at a soft pace as a start-up, him humming at how you wrap yourself around him. He lifted his torso and adjusted your position once again by spreading your legs slightly further and lifting your hips slightly, just so he could have a better angle inside of you and would go at a favorable pace.

His two hands were on your hips and he started moving once again, this time faster than the last one, making you mewl underneath him. The room echoes the sounds of your mouths expelling out moans and whines along with wet skin clapping against each other with how Chris was going.

“Oh, my, (y/n)—you are so good to me, you know?” Chan groaned out his broken words. You two were feeling so good, neither of you is sober enough to comprehend what is happening as you two got drunk off each other.

Chan’s thrusts began to feel even more passionate as more praises escape his lips and more loud whines expelled from your mouth at your end. You were sure that the neighbors have heard the two of you, but it’s not like either of you cared. It wasn’t only because it was Chris’s special day, but also because you two enjoyed having this proximity with each other, loving each other like tomorrow’s the last day you two were alive. Even though you two are out of it, you are damn sure that your affection is up in the air, especially with how you extended your arm out to hold his hand, to which he did back, entangling his fingers with yours.

“oh, fuck—fuck, baby! I’m so close!” his voice became high-pitched as he felt his lower stomach heating up, and he knew you also felt your peak was reached, which was true, especially with how you yelped out his name while wrapping your legs around his waist. You two made eye contact, almost feeling vulnerable at the moment as you two nodded at each other.

“You’re gonna come with me, yeah?” he asked through his moans, his eyes sparkling mirrored yours. Incapable to speak, you could only nod and let out an “uh huh” as a response. He then asked another question.

“Can I please come inside? Can I cover you up with my cum?”

The question matching with his hot voice made you yelp even louder “uh huh,” as if to say ‘you didn’t need to ask, just do it!’

And he did as promised, as you two came down almost the same time, you felt yourself getting filled by a warmth downstairs, making you squirm and twitch as you shudder at the intense orgasm you just had. Meanwhile, Chris let out a slight squeal as he finally reached his peak as well, almost dropping his head onto your shoulders, making you two catch your breaths.

The once explicit sounds of lovemaking turned into pants as the intense activity left you two breathless. You patted on Chan’s back, and your fingernails then began running across his sweaty back, making his body shake as his goosebumps creep up to his skin. He lifted his head to look down at you with a smile, kissing your lips, it was chaste and sweet yet passionate and filled with love altogether, just like one would sum up your relationship with Chan.

Once he pulls away he smiles at you as he bites your cheeks, making you two laugh before you two stare straight into each other’s eyes again.

“Thank you for the best birthday, (y/n),” he kisses your forehead, “I love you so much.”

You smiled back at him, “I love you more, Christopher… glad I made it worthwhile.”

“You sure did!” He smiled his dopey smile which resulted in you two laughing once again before settling with another make-out session.

No matter how many rounds you two went, no matter what day it would be; Chan has always been a natural please, and there is truly no one like him.

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ohthatstragic · 2 years ago

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Kiss It Better - p.m

a/n: this is just a drabble thing because i'm a shameless slut for maverick and the slowed version of kiss it better by rihanna is ????????????fucking HOT??????? like him

if this doesn't make sense in some parts i was half asleep when i wrote it so pls-

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: light smut sort of? idk what you'd class this as lmfao

wc: 629 i wanted to write more but i need to sleep so-----maybe i will write more tomorrow??? depending on what you guys think?

Maverick's lips were pressed against your hot, sweaty neck as the two of you writhed beneath the crinkled, white covers of his bed; the frame creaking gently as he shuffled closer to you. His elbow came to land just beside your shoulder, his forearm landing to the side of your head. Maverick palmed the bedsheet as you let your nails softly rake down his back, the wave of pleasure that was shivering over your body from his deft lips upon your neck was so intense. You gazed up at him with wide, doe-like eyes and swollen, pink lips parted; the pilot felt like his chest was going to collapse in on itself. Your hair was splayed out messily behind you upon his fluffed-up pillow, framing your head perfectly. Maverick wished he could take a mental image of you and have it with him forever, you looked so beautiful and pure in this current moment.

You reached up to his clothed torso, fisting at the thin fabric to pull him downwards in a successful attempt to connect each other's lusting lips once more. A throaty moan was strangled in your throat and the perfect corners of Maverick's wet lips curled into a smirk as he let his fingers slip underneath the straps of your panties, the coldness of them making you erupt in goose bumps. "Oh, Mav," You breathed out, the sudden touch rendering you speechless.

"I love how you sound for me, sweetheart," Maverick whispered, a guttural growl leaving his chest as he let his large and roughened hand grasp your hip and squeeze the soft, tender flesh between his fingers. Another moan left you and he couldn't help but press his desperate mouth against yours to swallow your sweet noises. With his hand firmly set on your hip, you pushed them up slightly, wrapping your soft thighs around his waist, squeezing gently. A groan escaped his lips into yours and you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, peering up into his baby blue eyes, now blackened with lust.

"Pete," You whined weakly and stared into his stormy eyes, silently begging for him to return his lips to yours. The corner of his lip twitched into a lop-sided smile as he looked down at you, his intense yet amorous gaze softening into a look of complete adoration. The man was utterly infatuated with you, and no one else could tell him any different.

"What, baby?" He whispered to you, lowering his head so his mouth was pressed against your ear. He let his tongue poke out to tickle your ear lobe, earning a soft whimper from you. God, he loved how he made you feel. It was incredible.

"Kiss me, please." You begged, letting your hands slither up to his neck and resting there, but not forgetting to caress the nape of it with the soft pads of your thumbs. A satisfied hum came from the captain beside you and he let his eyes close for a quick moment, silently relishing in the affectionate act you were currently showering him in. As he slowly raised his head again to look at you, he moved toward you, pressing kisses against your jawline. You let your head loll back as you savoured his kisses, your fingers riding up into his short hair and knotting themselves within the dark strands.

Maverick couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, his spare hand reaching underneath to grab at your ass. A curt gasp left your lips as you briefly opened your eyes in surprise at his lustful act, finding a very smug smirk on his worn features. You couldn't help but giggle at him, using your locked hands to pull him closer to you, pushing your chest against his as you kissed him again, feeling your body set alight.

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thegeminisage · 2 years ago

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ASK MEME

i got tagged by @runawaymarbles, tyvm i lov doing these

What book are you currently reading?

no books atm but i'm actually getting through the entire tag of a rarepair from ff13...only 41 fics :(

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theatres this year?

did i go to a theater this year...? surely at least once. OH YEAH i went to see sonic 2. since that's the only movie i saw in theaters this year that'll be my favorite one

What do you usually wear?

comfy-at-home clothes: tank top, shorts, no-show socks, hair fork, & bandana. out & about clothes: bandana & hair fork if i'm working or my hair needs washing, otherwise i keep it loose. a lot of black pants/shorts and bright glittery monochrome or tye-dye tank tops w/ black or rainbow choker, rainbow earrings, pride bracelet, smiley face ring, rainbow ring, ace ring, and sometimes my triforce necklace. if it's cold i will also wear rainbow arm warmers/socks and fingerless gloves with the pink peace symbols on them. if i'm REALLY dressing up i will wear rainbow tights under a long shirt or short dress. wow sorry this is the longest answer so far i just really love bright fashion!!! i can't believe god nerfed me by making plus sized clothes fucking suck so bad

How tall are you?

5’1 :/

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

i think i'm actually a cancer LMFAO. and stuck with this username...idk about any celebrities but my birthday IS on the summer solstice which is absolutely bitchin' in my professional opinion. i could not possibly have asked for a better date although i do wish it didn't have to fall on father's day sometimes

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

i go by liz which is not my legal first name. technically my legal middle name isn't liz either it's like elizabeth obviously but my first name is cringefail and nobody can spell it OR say it so i just don't tell most people what it is lol. i started going by liz when i was in 8th grade and sometimes my mom STILL messes it up...

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

no BUT as a kid i really really really really REALLY wanted pink hair. as an adult no one can stop me. kid me would be so jealous of adult me's look in EVERY way

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

good at: dreaming. you know how in the 40s-60s most people dreamed in black and white because that was how tv looked? apparently if you play enough video games you'll get so good at controlling a simulated environment you can simply wake up on command. i never completely mastered lucid dreaming but it's a neat trick anyway. bad at: sleeping. exhibit a: i am answering this meme at 2:30 in the fucking morning, and i have not had 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep since december 10. that's like 28 days!

Dogs or cats?

CATS!!!!!!! i like dogs too tho

What’s something you would like to create stuff for?

i would love to draw some zelda art. i just need a new tablet sadly none of the old ones work with my pc

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

UGH i can't post it, it's in the undisclosed project

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

so a very long time ago when we were teenagers my brother showed me minecraft. i played half an hour of it and then gave the controller back and told him i couldn't keep going because i would quite literally never put it down if i did. unfortunately i did NOT show that same level of foresight and self-restraint when downloading the demo of SLIME RANCHER. in my defense i was utterly unprepared for its sheer potency. i played exactly four minutes of the demo before i caved and bought it - $5 was a steal - without realizing how absolutely lethal it is to combine adhd with a farming sim especially during seasonal depression months. this thing has been churning out dopamine so fast my stupid little rat brain can't keep up. i'm frying every last pleasure receptor i ever had as thoroughly as i possibly can. i am begging one of you to physically come to my house and uninstall it from my pc.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

andor 🙏 sorry to all andor enjoyers but it fucking sucked (except for the prison break)

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

i'm freakishly good at packing things. items into boxes, boxes into vehicles, organizing drawers and closets, etc. at my house we call it "tetrising" since i guess that's a pro gamer move that translates to the real world..................

Are you religious?

no i am disqualified for being gay <3

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

a completed copy of this photo album i'm supposed to be making. i got behind bc i was playing slime rancher :(

ok im tagging @slaygentford @maulthots @brownbicon @machidielontheway @paty-ofarrell @ozymandiasdirge @moogleterra @marcelgerard @elsa12tmnt @smellslikebot @youngbenkenobi and anyone else who wants to do it, do it & say i tagged you!!

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dark-mnjiro · 3 years ago

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sin :: a ryomen sukuna smut one-shot

Author's Note: This was completely a self-indulgent fic that I wrote that fits alongside the universe of Aruna and Sukuna (my jjk multipart) and the spiritual sequel written by my wife - shinsotired with their OC, Hayami. Please note that I had their full permission to use Haya in this fic. Also, please pay mind to the warnings... this smut is wild lmfao, and one final note - I'm fairly certain this is not a part of the canon already established in the universe. Again, this was strictly a self-indulgent fic I wrote because True Form!Sukuna lives rent free in my brain... all day.

Warnings: True Form!Sukuna, Cursed Spirit!Aruna, Threesome (f/f/m), Oral Sex (both male and female receiving), Sex Dream, Dubcon, Dominate!Aruna, Submissive!Haya, Dominate!Sukuna, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Bi-Curiousity, Girl on Girl, Fingering, Fingerfucking, Hayami is extremely gay for Aruna (AND I DONT KNOW WHY), Sukuna with Two Dicks, Rough Sex, Choking, Begging, Overstimulation (very minor), Sukuna's Multiple Mouths, Sukuna has four arms, Sukuna fucking two people at once, honestly Sukuna is a warning on his own...

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She couldn’t recall what the argument had been about before slamming the bedroom door. Leaning her back against the door, a sigh fell from her lips as she tried to relax her fists from the clenched position they were in. Her palms ached as her nails dug into her palms, causing her knuckles to whiten from the intensity. Haya cursed under her breath before checking the door, making sure it was locked and secured. Her fingers raked through her dark locks before stripping off her clothes and plopping onto her bed.

“What a prick,” she hissed to herself as she recalled Gojo’s constant teasing her about how weak her attacks were during field training with the other students. And quite frankly, she had enough of it and exploded.

It had turned ugly, into another argument and shouting match. Well, it seemed Haya had done most of the shouting. Gojo merely stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

He had embarrassed her in front of Miyu, her adopted daughter from the states. And that only seemed to infuriate her more. The idea that Miyu’s view of her becoming somehow tarnished is unacceptable. Not to mention, she could almost sense Aruna watching her and almost laughing at her from Miyu's conscience. Things had been difficult for the young vessel lately with her cursed spirit becoming increasingly more aggressive and this incident didn’t seem to help.

And then, there was Itadori Yuuji and the demonic cursed spirit that dwelled within him, Ryomen Sukuna. The teenager had done nothing wrong, but the cursed spirit within him seemed to enjoy the argument between Gojo and Haya. He spewed vile words from the deformed mouth he would form on Itadori’s cheek much to the teenager’s horror and embarrassment. He commented on her attitude, wishing to be the one to adjust it and “shut her pretty mouth up”.

“Disgusting,” Haya mumbled to herself.

A frustrated sigh moved past her lips before she rolled onto her side, ignoring the dings from her cellphone that sat on her bedside table. She knew Gojo was trying to text her and somehow convince her to apologize first, even though this was entirely his fault. Haya slipped under the blankets before curling up into the fetal position as her eyes slipped shut.

Perhaps morning would be better.

“Hayami.”

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the familiar voice of Hana Aruna, the cursed spirit that dwelled within her adopted daughter Miyu. But that was impossible, right? Haya tried to sit up in the bed and realized that her wrists had been bound to the bed with some type of bindings.

“Stop struggling,” Aruna said as her footsteps grew closer to the bed.

“What in the fuck is going on?”

Aruna leaned over her, and Haya knew it truly was her. While Miyu was an exact copy of Aruna just in a younger body, there were stark differences between the two. Aruna’s eyes were much darker, almost soulless and the marking on her wrist was solid black thanks to Sukuna marking her so many thousands of years ago, unlike Miyu who sported a lighter color on her birthmark. It was truly Aruna.

She was beautiful. No one could deny that. According to history books and accounts from her surviving brother those thousand years ago, Aruna was revered as beautiful and exotic. Many men tried for her hand and were rejected by the redhead. No one truly knew the reasons why she rejected so many proposals and seemingly brought shame to her family, but the rejections are what led her family to sell her to a demon… where she would become his queen.

And despite being a carbon copy of Miyu physically, Aruna was hardly anything but Miyu when it came to her personality. While Aruna was very gentle and caring toward her vessel, she was cruel and calculating toward anyone that seemed to interfere with what Aruna believed was “the right thing” for Miyu.

“Aruna. What did you do to Miyu?” Haya hissed, tugging on the restraints.

Tilting her head, Aruna couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “She’s fine. We’re not even in your room Hayami… haven’t you noticed that yet?”

Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. “Where-?”

“Somewhere safe,” Aruna assured her as her hand brushed through Haya’s dark tresses. “Domains and dreams are such a safe place to explore our most disgusting thoughts…don’t you think?”

“...what?”

Sure, Haya’s arms were bound to a bed, but as she looked around - she could not recognize where she was anymore. There was no light, but she could see Aruna just as plainly as the bed. If she squinted, her eyes were able to adjust just enough to notice small details around them that seemed as if she was being held in a shrine. Where had she heard of this before?

“Pet. Are you done toying with her yet?”

Haya’s body froze in fear as she recognized the deeper voice that seemed to be hiding in the shadows. Her attention turned toward the shadows before whipping back to Aruna who wore a bored expression on her face. How could she possibly escape with two cursed spirits holding her captive in his domain?

“I apologize, Master, Aruna said, although her voice didn’t come across as very apologetic. “She was being a brat.”

Clawed fingers came out from the darkness before threading through Aruna’s hair as Haya attempted to squint again to force herself to adjust to the darkness. She knew who the voice belonged to, but she just could not believe that this was happening. She watched as Aruna’s eyes slipped shut before a smile ghosted over her lips, even for just a moment.

“Sukuna,” Haya whispered.

Despite his treatment of Aruna, it seemed she enjoyed his small displays of affection. No one knew for certain how Aruna was treated by the sorcerer who had eventually turned into a cursed spirit. But while he was alive, he wreaked havoc all across Japan and many virgin women were sold to him as feeble attempts to appease him.

That is until he laid eyes on Aruna.

“My pet,” Sukuna said, tugging Haya from her thoughts. “Come here.”

Haya strained her neck to try to watch Aruna and Sukuna, unsure of what they were going to do. Aruna pouted as she turned toward him as two hands greedily tugged on the intricate kimono. Haya could finally notice Sukuna’s features as he tugged the kimono just enough to reveal her bare shoulder. He bit the pale flesh before his crimson eyes flickered up to peer at Haya. Little droplets of blood glistened from the bite wound as he moved away from Aruna’s shoulder. His tongue slipped out, lapping up the blood before his lips curled into a smirk.

“Watching already?”

Her eyes narrowed at him as she tugged against her restraints again. “No,” she spat.

“Sure looks like it,” Sukuna replied, tilting his head at her. His eyes darted toward Aruna before his hands tugged off her kimono completely off.

Aruna’s immediate response was to cover herself due to Haya’s presence, embarrassed of being nude in front of anyone other than him. Sukuna’s hands rested on her shoulders before forcibly turning her to face Haya. That’s when Haya noticed.

“Four arms,” she whispered, her voice almost trembling.

Aruna looked away. “Of course, four arms…”

Sukuna grabbed Aruna’s wrists, forcing them behind her back before using his other two to anchor Aruna in place. She winced slightly at the pressure on her wrists.

“You’re hurting her,” Haya snapped.

Scoffing, he brought the hands that anchored her at her waist before dragging them up her nude form. He formed a mouth at the palms of her hands before the tongues poked out of their mouths, teasing along her skin. “She doesn’t mind,” he commented. “See?”

A strangled moan moved past Aruna’s lips before goosebumps littered her skin as the tongues brushed against her erect nipples before biting down with teeth. Aruna whined as pleasure began to electrify her skin. She almost hated herself for how good he seemed to make her feel. Heat began to pool between her legs at his touch and knowing that Haya was laying there, watching them. She couldn't understand why the idea of Haya just watching him pleasure seemed to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body… but it was becoming intoxicating as her mind grew hazy.

Haya once again tugged on her restraints as she watched Sukuna teasing Aruna with his mouths and hands. She clenched her thighs together, cursing her body for reacting this way. She also began to feel heat pooling between her legs as she found herself becoming aroused by the sight.

She had never found herself attracted to another woman, but seeing Aruna in such a sinful state made it even more alluring. Her moans her desperate cries for Sukuna’s touch to stop and also continue, it was driving her mad. Perhaps Aruna’s surviving family had been right, she was a harlot. Moans like this shouldn’t be this exciting unless she was a succubus.

And suddenly, the sounds stopped.

Sukuna had released Aruna from his grasp as she panted, desperately trying to catch her breath. “Undress her, pet.”

Aruna walked toward the bed and began removing Haya’s clothing as best as she could with the restraints. She glanced over her shoulder at Sukuna. “Master,” she whispered, innocently.

“Yes?”

“May I remove the restraints?” she asked. “It will make it easier to undress her.”

His hand came out and ran his fingers through her crimson hair. “Of course.”

Aruna returned her attention toward Haya before a smirk ghosted her lips as she moved to straddle Haya’s waist. Heat blossomed over Haya’s cheeks as she felt Aruna’s hands move along her arms. She untied the rope from the bed, freeing Haya from the restraints.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Aruna asked, tilting her head as she leaned closer to Haya’s face.

“I-”

Aruna’s hand came to Haya’s throat, grasping it gently. The action only caused Haya to rub her thighs again, urging some kind of relief from the desire pooling between her legs.

“Use your words…”

Haya stared up at Aruna with her blue eyes as her pupils dilated with pleasure. “I, Aruna, I-”

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Aruna said. “Or I leave you here.”

“This is embarrassing.”

Aruna’s grasp tightened just enough to earn a gasp to move past Haya’s lips. “Because I’m a girl?”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Haya felt the heat in her cheeks darken. “Y-yes.”

Giggling, Aruna leaned in just a bit closer to her face. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll take good care of you… just trust me.”

Her words were like poison seeping into Haya’s skin and going straight to her head. Toxic and sinful, Haya felt as though she couldn’t resist much longer. How could someone who was once human, be so tempting as a cursed spirit, especially the cursed spirit that swelled in her adopted daughter. Aruna hummed as the vibrations of her words sent pleasurable chills up Haya’s spine. She was intoxicating.

“Yes. Please. Touch me,” Haya practically begged. “Anything. I want it. Please!”

“What a good girl,” Aruna cooed before leaning in and capturing Haya’s lips with her own. Her tongue teased Haya’s lower lip, prying her to open her mouth and she happily obliged. Aruna’s tongue danced along Haya’s, earning a desperate cry of pleasure from Haya’s throat.

Aruna’s free hand moved down Haya’s nude body before cupping her breast. Her fingers pinched her nipples before breaking the kiss, allowing Haya to get air.

“What are you doing to me?” Haya asked, desperately.

“Only giving you what you want…”

The redhead moved her hips against Haya’s waist, causing her eyes to roll back. “Mmm. You like that, don’t you?”

“This is so wrong,” Haya protested.

“If she keeps complaining,” Sukuna interrupted. “I can always—”

“I’ve got her,” Aruna assured him before turning her attention back to Haya. “Don’t I?”

Again, her words were like a seductive spell that Haya couldn’t seem to break from. A feeble nod from Haya was all Aruna needed to silence her again as her grip disappeared from her throat. Aruna leaned over, using her tongue to paint a wet trail down her stomach before she slipped between Haya’s legs. Her stormy eyes flickered up to catch Haya staring back at her, pupils blown wide with pleasure.

“Look how wet…”

“Touch me,” Haya begged.

A smirk curled over Aruna’s red lips before she grabbed Haya’s thighs and placed them over her shoulders. She blew at Haya’s clit, which caused her body to stiffen before Aruna used her thumb to massage the bundle of nerves.

“See,” Aruna cooed. “I’ve got you… don’t I, pretty girl?”

Haya audibly gasped as she felt Aruna’s wet tongue push against her core before slipping inside. While she could recall doing this with men, it seemed all the more arousing with a woman. Aruna made sure to grasp her thighs, anchoring her in place as she moved her tongue inside of Haya faster.

“How pathetic,” Sukuna teased, sitting off to the side as he watched his lover take full control of the pathetic human under her. “That easy, huh?”

Aruna continued to increase the pace of her tongue as she felt Haya’s hand rest on her head before gripping the crimson locks within her grasp. Her hips involuntarily bucked against Aruna’s mouth, earning a giggle to escape the redhead’s mouth.

It was as if a coil in Haya’s core was winding tighter and tighter as Aruna continued to try to push her closer toward orgasm. Aruna pulled away as the slick from Haya’s core smeared over her mouth. She ran her tongue along her lips, tasting what was leftover on her lips.

“Who knew you were this good, my pet,” Sukuna teased, sitting back.

Her eyes flickered over to him before smirking. “Enjoying the show?” she asked, before motioning to his growing erection.

“Are you going to let me play yet?”

“She’s not ready, yet,” she tutted before inserting two fingers into Haya earning a moan to move past her lips. “You would rip her apart still.”

“You’re making me impatient,” Sukuna growled.

Aruna began moving her fingers in and out of Haya’s dripping core at an even pace. “I promise, master, let me warm her up more.”

“Aruna,” Haya whined. “Please…”

She turned her attention back to her before smiling. “Shh,” Aruna cooed before increasing the pace of her fingers as she urged Haya to close her eyes and enjoy her building orgasm. A third finger slipped inside of Haya, causing her to cry out Aruna’s name again. “That’s it. Let go… give into me, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” Haya cried out as her own hands moved to her breasts, pinching her nipples for added stimulation. “Yes, Aruna… please!”

“You’re clenching, Haya… tell me when you’re cumming.”

Haya’s eyes slipped shut as her fingers pinched her nipples again sending pleasurable waves surging through her body which was only urged by Aruna’s fingering. She couldn’t believe a woman’s fingers felt this…good. The tips of her nails brushing against that spot only made her wish she was stuffed with more than just fingers. Her hips bucked against Aruna’s hand once again, trying to gain just a touch more friction.

“Fuck!” Haya cried out.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow as the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk. “Look at that…”

Haya merely cursed again as her head thrashed back and forth against the pillow. “I’m coming!” she screamed out, making Aruna smirk. “I’m coming!”

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

And with that, the coil in Haya’s core snapped as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Every muscle in her body tightened as a rush of fluid drenched Aruna’s fingers and hand, forcing her body to finally relax. Panting, Haya’s hand moved through her hair, pushing her sweaty stray hairs from her face as she looked at Aruna with hooded eyes. There were no words to describe how amazing that orgasm had felt… and her body was craving more.

“That was beautiful,” Aruna whispered, climbing over Haya’s body before kissing her again. Haya’s hands held Aruna’s face desperately trying to deepen the kiss. “How pretty you are when you cum.” Her lips ghosted along Haya’s neck. “I wish to see it every night.”

“I-”

“Pet, you’re going to make me jealous,” Sukuna joked.

Giggling, Aruna raised before inserting her three fingers into Haya’s mouth causing her to gag as the taste of her own slick coated her tongue. “Use your tongue, taste yourself.” Eagerly, Haya’s tongue moved along Aruna’s fingers, savoring the taste of her excitement still sitting on her fingers before Aruna removed her fingers from Haya’s mouth. “Such a good girl,” she praised. “Always so eager to listen.”

Aruna raised before moving her position to straddle Haya’s face. Haya immediately felt another wave of arousal flood her very core as she stared up at Aruna’s glistening labia. Aruna leaned over Haya’s body before motioning Sukuna to finally join them. She felt Haya’s arms hook around her thighs to help anchor Aruna in place, knowing what she would need to do. Aruna’s eyes flickered up at Sukune before her lips curled into a playful smirk.

“You are very lucky, Haya,” Aruna said playfully as she felt chills move up her spine as Haya’s tongue teased along Aruna’s slit. “Not many women get to experience Sukuna in his truest form.”

Confusion filled Haya’s face as she attempted to raise just to catch a glance at Sukuna. His truest form? What could she possibly mean by that? She strained her eyes before catching a sight she had not expected. “There’s-”

“Yes. Two,” Aruna finished as her hands came up and slowly pumped both erections that Sukuna was sporting. “Be grateful you’re worthy enough.”

Sukuna smacked Haya’s thigh, earning a small wince from her. “And make sure you take care of my pet,” he ordered. “After all the work she did for you. She deserves it.”

Aruna let go of one of his erections before helping to guide him toward Haya’s once again dripping core. Haya winced again as she felt his bulbous tip press against her entrance. She had experienced fairly well-endowed men in the past, but never a cursed spirit… let alone one with two of everything.

A strangled cry escaped Haya’s throat as Sukuna pushed into her, only stopping once his length was buried inside of her. Aruna playfully looked up at him before her hand came up to stroke his other erection before taking it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his girth. A groan escaped Sukuna’s throat as he thrust his lips, pushing his length further into Haya and further down Aruna’s throat, earning a surprised whine from her. One of his hands came to the top of Aruna’s head, grasping her crimson locks, and tugging her to look up at him

“Look at those pretty tears,” he growled, using the thumb of his free hand to brush away the tears beading in the corner of Aruna’s eyes before shamelessly tugging her further down his length again. Another gag reverberated from her throat before she brought her hands to his thighs, smacking them, wishing he would let up just a tiny bit.

Sukuna released her as Aruna coughed, wiping the corner of her mouth as salvia had started to seep past her lips. “What a good, little pet you are,” he praised before tugging her hair again before Aruna winced at his grip. “Let that slut get you ready…” Aruna gave him a gentle nod before feeling Haya’s tongue move along Aruna’s slit before teasing her clit. Wriggling her hips, Aruna moaned out Haya’s name. Panting, Aruna took Sukuna’s second erection into her mouth as she began to feel Haya begin to work her over with her tongue.

A strangled groan came from the king of curses before thrusting into the both of them. Haya cried out as his girth began to stretch her out. Despite gagging, Aruna had found herself fairly used to Sukuna’s sick and twisted perversions. She tried to relax her throat before her body shuddered against Haya’s cries.

Sukuna smacked Haya’s thigh. “Come on bitch. Make my pet cry out. You’re not being very nice after how well Aruna made you cum.”

Haya felt chills move up her spine as he continued to berate her before she slipped her tongue inside of Aruna. She could taste Aruna’s arousal covering her tongue as her muffled cries of Haya’s name grew louder which only seemed to shoot straight to her core. Arousal began to pool between her legs as Sukuna’s thrusts became hard, faster… more erratic.

“Look at that… already wanting to cream all over me?”

Haya could only whine in response.

“My pet… Are you ready now?”

Aruna pulled away from his length with a small pop. She gave a gentle nod as she looked up at Sukuna. His thumb brushed against the newly formed tear stains that had moved down her cheeks before motioning her to turn around. Sukuna’s hands came to her hips before tugging her closer to him as Aruna looked down at Haya’s flushed face.

Her fingers threaded through Haya’s dark hair. “Hayami…” she cooed before kissing her as Sukuna thrust into both of them. Their cries of pleasure were muffled by their tongues entangling in each other’s mouths.

One of Sukuna’s hands moved up Aruna’s body as he continued his hard thrusts into both girls before entangling in her crimson locks. He tugged her head away from Haya, allowing them both to cry out his name freely as his thrusts became harder. Another hand came up and smacked around on the ass before he increased his pace as sinful moans tumbled from both girls’ mouths.

“That’s my pretty pet,” Sukuna growled, smacking her ass again. “Scream my name.”

Haya looked up at Aruna as she watched her face contort in pleasure despite how rough Sukuna was being with the both of them. It was positively alluring as Aruna’s cries filled her ears. While yes, Sukuna was fucking her brains out, watching him also do the same to Aruna was so much more pleasing to the eyes. Haya’s hands moved up Aruna’s body before cupping her breasts, giving them a light squeeze. While her chest was on the smaller side compared to herself, she knew it would give way to being much more sensitive to stimulation. And at this point, Haya would give anything to watch Aruna orgasm just as violently as she was about to.

That familiar coil began to tighten in the pit of Haya’s stomach as Aruna squeaked at her pinching her erect nipples between her fingers. Aruna’s eyes fell to Haya before a smirk ghosted over her lips, enjoying the sensation from the other woman only egging Haya’s actions further. Her hands gave Aruna’s chest another squeeze as her name fell from Arunua’s lips instead of Sukuna’s which caused his thrusts to waver - even for just a moment.

It was clear he did not like sharing the spotlight, even for a moment.

A giggle bubbled from Aruna’s throat at Sukuna’s thrusts became more erratic. Her head was jerked back by his grip again before his hand snaked around her throat, a sight that sent pleasurable chills down Haya’s spine. His grip tightened around her throat before finally thrusting into the both of them again, causing Haya to practically scream. His hold on Aruna tightened again, restricting her airflow.

“Do you enjoy watching me choke her?”

A wave of arousal washed over Haya’s body before she gave Sukuna a meek nod.

“Touch her, slut.”

His orders were direct and Haya felt if she disobeyed, she would be in the same position Aruna was in. Her hands moved back up to Aruna’s breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples as Sukuna began to pick up his pace again. Aruna’s hand came up to grip Sukuna’s forearm, looking for anything to hold onto as his pace was becoming so brutal she wasn’t sure she was even coherent anymore.

“Cum,” Sukuna ordered the both of them, smacking Aruna’s ass.

“Fuck!” Haya screamed as she felt the tightening coil in her stomach finally snap as pleasure washed her body. Her eyes hazily looked up at Aruna who was struggling to make a sound as Sukuna continued to choke her as he worked her through her orgasm. He released her from his grip before throwing her back down on top of Haya as their breasts rubbed against one another. His thrusts quickened and seemed almost demonic.

“You fucking sluts ready?” he growled and he pushed both lengths into both girls, kissing their cervixes before releasing into them. Both trembled with pleasure again as they felt unbelievably full. White fluid leaked from both of them as Sukuna slowly pulled out before smirking at the sight in front of him. Both girls panted as they held onto each other desperately.

Aruna was the first to move away before looking down at Haya. Her fingers moved through her dark hair again. “Again… you’re so pretty when you cum Hayami…”

Sukuna came up behind Aruna as two arms snaked around her waist as his lips moved along her throat. His teeth grazed her pale skin before smirking. “Would you like to keep her as a pet?”

“Would you like that Haya?” Aruna asked. “To be my pet?”

Haya couldn’t imagine this amount of pleasure from any person and she was desperate to feel it again. “Yes!” she whined. “Please. Touch me, anything you want!”

Aruna managed to squirm her way out of Sukuna’s grip before leaning over Haya again. Her hand came to her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze. She brushed her lips against Haya’s, urging her to try and lift and kiss Aruna. Her grip tightened around Haya’s throat, forcing her back against the bed again.

“We’re going to fuck you stupid…” Aruna whispered before kissing her roughly.

“Hayami!”

She shot up in the bed before raking her fingers through her sweaty hair. Her eyes darted around the room, realizing she was back in her bedroom and all of that had to have been a very strange dream. She rubbed her face before groaning as she felt arousal pooled between her legs. A very realistic dream.

“Shit,” she cursed before looking at her door as the knocks grew louder.

“Hayami!”

It was Gojo.

A sigh fell from her lips. “I’m going to shower!” she called out to him. “And then we’ll talk…”

That’s right, hopefully, a shower would extinguish the aching need for sexual gratification that was growing at her very core. Perhaps it could wash away the shame building in the back of her mind for just how vulgar her mind had grown as she cut on the water.

“Fuck me…”

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Hello!

I've risen from the dead lmfao Life was extremely hectic lately but I'm back!

How have you been? I'll send later my replies to the last replies 💕

In the meantime I would love to hear all of your stories to be honest but to start maybe the story of how you almost lost your virginity twice?

Also option a and b made my blood boil to the max 🙃

-🐇

Baby!! You're back! I'm glad you're doing so well! I hope you're happy and healthy!

I'm doing okay, I finished my last class ever and I graduate from uni in March so I'm just focused on working, resting and getting my health back together.

I wish I could say option a & b happened only that time but they haven't, it's happened more times after haha.

Okay! Story time.

The first time happened when I was 17 and it was with one of my close guy friends at the time.

I was having a sleepover at his house and we were sleeping in the same bed (as we had numerous times before).

He was really upset the day because he had just found out that his girlfriend had been cheating on him and he broke up with her.

While we were in bed, he asked if he could hold me because he just wanted to feel better to which I said yeah, of course.

He started rubbing my back and hips and I turned around and said 'do you want too?' and I told him I was a virgin and he was like 'are you sure you want to do this?' and I trusted him at the time, we were really close and I felt really safe around him because we had been friends for years.

His mum was asleep in the other room so we had to be really quiet and I remember we quickly got our clothes off.

I remember him being really gentle and he was softly kissing my neck and chest and as things were about to move forward.

He couldn't get it up, he just couldn't get hard and I tried to help him and nothing worked because he just was too upset and sad over the break-up.

So I said well let's stop and we got our clothes back on and then we just fell asleep.

I woke up to find that half-way, he had woken up and gone to sleep out on the couch for the rest of the night.

And I remember waking up in the empty bed and thinking:

'This must be what one-night-stands feel like'.

And that was the moment I realised I could never do one-night-stands.

He stopped speaking to me after that and at the time, I thought it was because I wasn't physically attractive enough for him but now that I'm older, I could see he was probably embarrassed.

The Second Time:

The second time happened when I was 21 with a guy I met from uni, we were friends for a couple of months before he asked me out on a date and I said yes.

I remember he took me out to Mexican and we went out for a festival in the city, I'm 24 and I haven't been on an official date since with him.

Anyway, about a month in to us dating, I went over to his house.

I travelled 3 hours to meet him at his house and I remember I dressed up all pretty for him, I wore a navy blue babydoll dress with frangipani flowers on it.

When I went to his house, he had made me a batch of brownies which I thought (and still think) was really cute.

We had the whole entire house to ourselves and we started making out and he took me to his bedroom and we were both virgins at the time, I still am but idk if he is.

This was our 4th date together and at the time, I felt safe with him and I just really wanted to experience what sex was like and I did feel emotionally connected to him and I trusted him in the moment.

And things started to get heated and we were both undressed and as we were about to do the devil's tango.

He couldn't get it up, he was too nervous and again, I tried to help him but nothing was happening.

He kept trying to reassure me that it wasn't me, that he was too nervous, he didn't know why nothing was happening and again, I said it was all fine and we stopped.

I have to say though, he was really giving and gentle with his touches and words (both times were like that) and I think if everything went well, I wouldn't have regretted it both times.

He stopped talking to me after and 7 days later, he ended it.

He had some shitty excuse about how he thought we weren't emotionally compatible and that we could still be friends 🙄.

Now that I have a better perspective, he was also too embarrassed that he couldn't perform and he just found it too awkward to speak for me again.

I haven't spoken to him since and that was 3 years ago.

And that was the last romantic encounter I've had thus far, I haven't kissed anyone else since that moment.

I just hope my technique works and I won't be an awful kisser for the next person, it's been awhile 🤣🤣.

I have asked out guys since that encounter but all have rejected my offer, the last guy I asked out was in January and since then I've completely stopped.

I haven't even developed a crush or an infatuation with anyone since January.

Oh fuck, it was so awkward.

The last time I asked a dude out and got rejected:

He was also a friend I had known for about 3 years and we had a few classes together at uni.

We reunited at a bar with other people in December of last year and we had great banter and a connection and at the end of the night, he hugged me and said that he found me interesting.

So me thinking, okay there's something here, the week after I was like 'Hey, do you want to meet up for lunch, just one on one?' to which he said yes.

So, the day off. I also got dressed up for him, I wore a dress with stockings and boots and wore my expensive perfume.

We had lunch and again, the connection was great.

So, at the end of the lunch, I said 'Oh, do you mind if I grab your number and we could talk more?'

To which he said, 'Ahh. To be honest Ruby, I just don't find you attractive in 'that way'.

And I responded 'Oh, in what way?'

And then he said 'Oh, I think you're pretty, I just don't find you attractive like how partners would feel towards each other'.

To which then I figured out that he was saying he wasn't sexually attracted toward me without saying he was sexually attracted towards me.

And then a month later, I was invited to a party and he was there.

And he was just flirting all over this girl and hugging her and dancing with her.

Which I mean, yeah it kinda hurt but I was talking to other people and having fun.

And I didn't get drunk but this girl got absolutely smashed, like she was slurring her speech and ended up throwing up over the balcony.

And after this happened, I was smoking a cigarette and he walked over to me and I was like 'Oh, how come you're here?' to which he responded,

'Oh the other girl I was talking too got really drunk and I can't speak to her properly and you're not drunk so I thought maybe I just start talking to you.'

And that immediately turned me off him because I just felt like I was a back-up and second-best.

And then a month after that, they started dating.

Idk if they're still dating now, I haven't spoken to him since then. (Bro, I'm watching Bang Chan's live and I'm pretty sure he pretended to kiss our forehead.)

I feel that last encounter just really did it for me, there's only so many rejections that you take before you just give up.

And it's hard because I just don't know why opportunities for romantic relationships haven't entered my life.

Like, men just haven't wanted to be in a relationship with me and you can't even say 'oh, you just need to put yourself out there' because clearly I have.

And I mean, it's been 3 years since that last encounter and I haven't kissed anyone, I haven't received any offers that I've rejected and no one has shown any romantic interest in me.

And I just wish I knew what it is I'm lacking so I can improve myself and grow as a person in that area.

@muselin @cherry-0420 what do you think about this?

#🐇 anon #slumber party with ruby #whatudowhennooneseesyou anon asks #whatudowhennooneseesyou hard hours #pardon for the long length but I like detail #ateez hard hours #kpop smut #stray kids hard hours

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