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ur not getting a part two bc im sick so instead ur getting my own variety of brainrot
Captain John Price who definitely won’t tell you but he really likes when you two are in the middle of sex and you start feeling up his chest and biting at him.
Nip his ear? He’s groaning in your ear.
Nip his chest? Oh you aren’t walking in the morning, sorry lovie.
First time you pinched his nipple while he was thrusting into you he came on the spot. Sat there panting for a bit before picking back up the thrusts, because theres no way he’s gonna be a one round wonder after that. Wears the marks after with honor if you bite hard enough to leave a mark.
Anyways lol i need to recover byeeeee
commissions are open still xoxo
#requests open#send asks#fanfic#cod smut#cod x reader#cod fanfic#gender neutral reader#john price smut#john price x reader#price x reader#price smut
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Giving Kurapika so many kisses that his face is all red and his breathing is starting to pick up…
“Angel, I can’t take much more…” he murmurs as you plant another kiss on his cheek, then his eyelid.
“Too much…”
You pout slightly, leaning in for another.
“Not too much, you need a lot more, okay?”
When you place your lips on his, he melts and can’t hold back. Kurapika grabs your hips, pulling you into his lap as his tongue slips into your mouth.
“Alright, I’ll take everything I want, then.”
#kurapika x reader#kurapika fanfic#kurapika x y/n#kurapika x you#requests open#x reader#anime x reader#reader insert#headcanon#hxh x reader#hxh imagines#hunter x hunter x reader#anime x chubby reader#chubby!reader#chubby reader#anime reader insert#female reader#fem reader#fem!reader#fat reader
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drabble for kitty ! xavier x gn ! reader in honor of me pulling him today <3
slight spoilers for the memory / date
not proofread !
NSFW !! usage of master , switch xavier if you squint
kitty ! xavier is clingy as all hell, because the cat evol messes with his own he has to stay at your home until it eventually wears off or is fixed.. and boy does he hate it when you leave for work.
“please.. dont go”
“i cant believe youd abandon me like this…”
“are you sure you dont need backup? i still have my wits and training knowledge…”
any excuse to follow you around all day, cuddle up to you with that fluffy tail and cute ears fluffed up and ready for warmth.. he cant help himself!
when you left him with Jeremiah those three days, it was truly hell. he almost had to grab you by the leg to convince you to stay! but alas.. you left him all alone in a cat cafe of all places! How dare you…
Once you returned to the cafe and you gave your attention to those other kittens, bringing them gift and giving them scratches.. it took you so long to get Xavier to even let you touch his ears..
“The moment you stepped in you brought a dried fish to the desk and gave them all your attention..”
you pout, then you remember the special toy you brought back just for him..
jingle
jingle jingle
the toy moves back in forth, Xaviers eyes dart along with it his ears perking up even if he didnt want them to
“hey..” he mutters , trying to grab hold of the wand like toy
it wasnt long before he grabbed your wrist..
“you sure know how to please a cat.. but thats not what i want”
you give him a few scratches to the ear, and god does it feel amazing.. his face nuzzled up against your hand as he whines and purrs.. looking up at you with those cute eyes
“yes but.. why dont you try that..”
he takes your hand and drags it down.. down.. until you reach his most sensitive spot- he knows what he desires.. and he wants you to give him that treat.
“a-not too- too much! im still..” he gasps, the way you palm his cock through the slacks of his butler outfit- he becomes bashful with the knowledge that you two were in the greenhouse and anyone could walk in
“n-nhgh~ master” he mewls , his hand gripping your hair in ecstasy.. yes he wanted to give his master everything, his own special treat .. to show how much he missed them!
yes and he would continue to prove..prove that his master shouldn’t go anywhere without him again . not unless they want to come home to a very bratty kitty ready to sink his cock into them..
#smut writer#requests open#lads#lads xavier#love and deepspace#love and deepspace ff#lads fanfic#lads smut#lads spoilers#xavier love and deepspace#xavier x mc#xavier x reader#xavier x you#lads x reader#lads mc
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KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU STIMBOARD
Request by: @cinnamontherabbit
Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it!
#⋆ Ed stims#requests open#stimboard#writing stim#stim#stim gifs#visual stim#stimblr#danganronpa#kiyotaka ishimaru#fandom stimboard#white stim#gray stim#red stim
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I so desperately need more liam smut 😫😫 literally searching the ends of the universe to find good liam content and i found your blog!
And idk if you write for Issac Lahey but if you feel up to it id love some Switch!Issac smut
Nasty Dog
Liam's never wanted something so bad, and things get a little nasty when you come over to watch a movie.
Liam Dunbar x Black! McCall! Reader
Warnings: smut, male masturbation, unprotected sex (guys please wear condoms) , Liam is a munch, Liam is pathetic over you like he literally drools at the sight of you
Note- Scott and the reader are cousins, so obviously you have a black parent. Black people can be any shade of black despite having a white parent! I'm always going to be a whore for any of Scott's friends being down bad for his sister, but I wanted to switch things up a little
Thank you for the request and I hope you like this enough to send another one <3
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Pathetic, Liam felt so pathetic. He felt his cheeks burning, not only from the shame but speed of which he was pumping his hand up and down his dick that also felt very hot.
He just met you. Not even an hour ago, it took 45 minutes and a game of Twister that he had to hide in the bathroom and attempt to make it fast. He had gotten lucky; Scott had gone to the airport to pick up your mom since you took the train in so he couldn't hear him pathetically humping his hand to the mental image he couldn't erase of you bending backwards with both feet firmly planted to put your left hand on red under Stiles's arm (who's heart sped up so fast when you jumped into his arms thrilled to see him again that Liam thought he was about to have a heart attack) and victoriously grin.
How else could you bend for Liam? It was close to the Supermoon, and lately Liam's anger was channeling into horniness. Your arrival literally could not have been at a worse time. His shirt shoved into his mouth; his abs flexed as his thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip and he bit back a loud growl.
Before the game of twister, they were all sitting around having some fruit punch and kid friendly drinks and you revealed you were a cheerleader for your school and Scott showed them this video of the two of you having an acrobatic little race across through your backyard last Summer. He was hard the minute he saw you in that swimsuit- holy shit the swimsuit.
His eyes squeezed shut as he recalled how you looked in that bikini in the video. Your tits bounced each time you came up right, your legs toned and entire body a darker brown than it is now due to the Summer Sun. His heart pounded through his chest, as he aimed into the toilet to save himself some decency. He was losing it. He was imagining you kissing him with those soft, plump lips. You, hugging him again but this time being completely naked. You, sitting on his dick and riding it like a rollercoaster. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-
He came with a hardly contained growl, blood rushing through his ears as he felt like a bottle of champagne was just popped in his groin. In a good way. He, because he was ridiculously horny kept aggressively fucking his hand, whimpering from the overstimulation. He couldn't stop pumping himself until he went limp and felt the world start to revert to normal.
And after a very shameful washing of his hands, he checked his watch and saw he kept it to a very inconspicuous two minutes. His legs felt like jelly, and he willed his heart to slow down and rinsed cold water over his face praying the redness of his cheeks would fade fast enough. His legs felt like warm jelly, he bets you feel like warm jelly inside, and with shakey hands opened the door as he made his way back downstairs. It was probably his turn.
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Since becoming a werewolf, Liam had gained some animalistic tendencies. He found himself wanting to chase down squirrels who were unlucky enough to cross his path, scratched the back of his ears like his life depended on it, and the game of catch was far more thrilling now. Oh, and drooling. Whenever he gets excited now. According to Scott, this wasn't applicable to all werewolves because Scott has never had that problem.
But right now, Liam found himself excited at the fact that you two were locked in an intense make out session. Like a virgin Liam basically forgot how sex works for a second. You'd been here three weeks and each day was impossible for Liam.
And apparently, he'd done a number on you as well.
You whined on top of him, as you two parted for air and Liam wished you had just let him suffocate under the weight of your smooches. You pulled your shirt off and revealed your chest, and Liam didn't even try to stop himself. He tenderly placed both hands on the sides your boobs, running his thumbs over your covered nipples. His eyes went wide as he admired the delicate lacing on your bra, and he was starting to think that when you came over this was your plan all along. You let out a sensual moan, neck rolling and your body shuddered you let your eyes gently flutter shut.
Liam felt his mouth watering at the sight of you, you just looked so perfect. Part of him wanted to leave your bra on you. The color perfectly matching your skin and the dim lights of Liam's bedroom made you look like an angel, the TV on behind you two illuminating you with an angelic glow behind you. He felt shakey, his insides trembling.
What does he do next? It was like he'd never seen a girl before, the way he forgot what to do. Did he unhook your bra? Slide off your bottoms and then your underwear? Shit was he thinking too long?
Pressing a kiss to the top of one of your boobs, he felt how hot your skin was underneath his touch as he felt his legs twitch and his dick jump in his sweatpants. Speaking of; you slowly snaked your hand down his chest, and down his stomach. Fingers trailing over his happy trail before you slipped you hand into his boxers before you gently wrapped your hand around his cock.
His heart started jumping and he was so happy you couldn't hear the way his pace was picking up. He pressed kisses across your chest, sucking bruises into your chest passionately and with shakey hands he unlatched your bra. It was a cute sigh of relief as you felt your chest freed, eyes looking down at him with a look that Liam couldn't place but his suspicion was starting to feel right. You certainly had planned this.
He shook underneath you, as you planted kisses on his face and the two of you became an untangled mess of heavy breathing and rough kisses. Your nipples pressed against his chest, and he leaned backwards, hitting the headboard and the next time you two pulled apart it was his turn again. He pulled his shirt up and you helped him the rest of the way by basically ripping his shirt off him.
If he wanted to make out all night, he would continue his pattern of kissing you, but he'd be stupid to just make out with the topless girl sitting on top of him. Slowly, he started to prepare to do what he had too.
Liam enjoyed very much the strength of being a werewolf. It was helpful when it came to lifting you off of him and placing you down on the side of the bed. God, you were so perfect. Your pupils massive as you observed him with curiosity, while he got up and came around to the side, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss. Slowly, he worked his way down your body, and you were never slow on the uptake.
He slid down the biker shorts you wore that made your ass look like a pillow. He went down, his eyes pleased to see the matching underwear you wore. Totally planned it. Running his tongue over the lining of your underwear, he felt a surge of confidence and power when you shuddered, hands running through his hair like it was a life line.
His lips found your inner thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over the inside of your thighs as he licked you once more. Then he planted a kiss against your cunt, feeling how wet you were through the thin fabric. Your shaking legs would've been great if he couldn't feel the fear radiating off your body. Popping his head up to look at you he tilted his head up and you let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Is something wrong?"
"No!"
It was cute how desperate you were to continue. You were horny, you were. But something else seemed wrong. He laid his head on one of your soft thighs and looked up at you with pleading eyes. He couldn't in good consciousness go on with how he could sense you feeling.
"No one's ever...eaten me out."
And Liam's brain was rewired immediately. How? From the moment he met you, he wanted you to sit on his face and crush his skull open with your legs. He had to keep the perversions at bay for long enough not to scare you away.
"It's okay." He assured you running his thumbs over the flesh of your legs.
Pressing a kiss to your hip, while he slowly slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them somewhere behind him.
"I'll take care of you. Promise."
With that boyish charm that girls found it basically impossible to resist. You nodded and gave you this smile that made your heart flutter. Slowly he pushed your legs open, eyes never leaving yours and then looked down at you.
You were perfect down there. Wet and shiny, it was calling to him like a cool spring in the middle of the desert. He ran his tongue over your opening, and you let out a soft 'oh' with your head rolled back and you gripped his hair tightly. From there he couldn't just stop.
He started slowly, basically making out with your pussy in a way that had you moaning out soft cries. Perfect, just perfect. His strong arms lifted your legs, placing them over his shoulders, while he sucked on your clit and your legs began to shake around him.
Liam was a dog, in more ways than one. His hips rolling into the mattress like it was you. You were letting out moans that spurred him on while he flicked his tongue over your clit and your back arched for him. He couldn't help but slide his tongue inside of you, and you jumped at the intrusion. How did anyone resist the urge to do this to you? To have you, basically the most perfect woman he's ever seen, unraveling under their tongue.
To have you gasping and sweating as he flicked his tongue over your clit with legs squeezing tighter by the moment. He wanted to taste you cumming on his face and he would do so or die trying. He pulled your entire hips into his face. You began grinding your hips, one hand pulling his hair and the other gripping his bed sheets.
Hips jumping while he slurped on you. The noises and sounds coming from the two of you were filthy, he couldn't live without hearing those noises again. He gave one particular thrust into the bed that had him on the verge of cumming in his pants. Your hips started jumping, voice getting louder and louder, and you began aggressively riding his head.
You came with a loud cry of his name. He gave your thighs a squeeze while you locked your legs around his head while using him to ride out your orgasm. What a great way to suffocate.
Your eyes were shut until you came back down to Earth while you unlocked your legs and flopped backwards onto the bed. Fighting the urge to give himself a pat on the back, Liam licked his lips savoring the taste of you on his lips. He was throbbing in his pants, like his dick was about to explode.
Never, in all the years of his life, has Liam wanted something so badly. He cupped your sweaty face and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. His hands over your head while you grabbed his wrist and melted into his touch.
Slowly, he slipped out of his sweatpants and out of his boxers. He was leaking from his tip and he mentally started trying to remember something- anything- to keep him from ending the show early. You looked him in the eyes, like you were saying 'hurry up please'. Liam wasn't one to disappoint .
Making space in between your legs, he kept his gaze locked with yours. All at once he went inside of you and it was better than he had imagined. Better than the past three weeks he spent stalking your Instagram while scrolling through your summer pictures and ignoring the growing possession he felt when he saw you posing with a male friend while he spat on his hand and jerked off until he saw stars. For a few rounds, when he was finding porn stars who looked like you or sounded like you. Until one night he was shooting blanks and passed out for about ten seconds covered in his own mess. The shame he felt when he woke up didn't even matter because it all led up to this.
You were warm and tight, and already soaking him in your juices. You both let out a disgusting moan as he tried to get his bearings. He slowly started moving, setting a passionate pace as he let himself roll his hips into you with no self-restraint. Liam's drooling issue almost shot him in the foot there, and he ducked his face in between your boobs as he let out a low groan. He felt you let go of his wrist, and pulling his face up from your chest.
You held eye contact with him, your eyes revealing just how badly you'd been wanting this. How badly you wanted to feel him twitching against you while he tried to keep himself from giving you a creampie. You kissed him, tongues roaming eachothers mouths and while picked up the pace. Your boobs jumped, underneath him while his abs pressed against the smooth skin of your stomach. He hit a spot, that had you break apart to let out a high-pitched moan.
Righttt there. That's where he needed to be. You stared into his eyes, biting one of your lips on instinct while trembling. He pushed himself up, to end this little body roll thing he had been doing into you. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, as if you couldn't stand to not be touching him and Liam felt his heart warm a little at how clingy you were to him.
He set a rougher pace, he needed to see your boobs moving up and down. He needed to see you unravel, to hear you plead for more. You began letting out high pitched moans, and your legs wrapped around his hips. He was hypnotized. The way you sounded, looked, felt, smelt, you were driving him crazy and didn't even know it. He slammed into you like it was his last day on Earth.
He kept going, the way you were basically begging him too with your eyes shut. You looked amazing. He couldn't help but to reach down and hold you softly by the neck and leaning down. Truthfully, he was about to explode, and he had to still his hips for a second. And he wanted another kiss. Eventually, he resumed his strong thrusts and pressed his thumb to your clit.
He was amazed when he looked down, looking at the way cream of liquid you left around the base of his cock. He began moving his thumb and for a moment you stopped breathing. It was like all the air got sucked out of your lungs as your voice climbed in volume. He was so thankful his mother and step-dad were out for the night because then he'd have to have a very uncomfortable conversation.
The headboard slammed into the wall. Liam was on a mission; he was hell bent. He needed to cum with you. And he was just about to get what he wanted. You let out small whimpers, whispering between gasps and moans that you were about to cum. He couldn't even force himself to stop for a second to delay his own orgasm, he felt it rushing through him like water. You gripped the hand he was holding your face with and jumped off the mattress as you squeezed him tightly while gushing around his base.
He came so hard his entire body tensed up. He did mean to pull-out, but his impulse control wasn't always the strongest. As he slowed his hips down, you two slowed your breathing. It was like he just ran a marathon and got a runners high. Perfect. That was perfect, you were perfect.
Slowly he pulled out of you, watching a stream of his cum leaking out of you. Damn, he was already ready for round two.
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Hi! Please, can you do bushmedicine in SFM like this:
Here you go!
Sniper giving Medic a hug and he's very embarrassed about it
(Sorry this is late and sorry that it's one panel, i'm busy as i'm become a full time fanfic writer so requests will be a bit slow for now on)
#tf2#team fortress 2#team fortress two#teamfortress2#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#bushmedicine#bush medicine#medicxsniper#sniperxmedic#medic x sniper#sniper x medic#medicsniper#snipermedic#source filmmaker#sfm#sourcefilmmaker#user asks#user request#open for asks#asks are open#open for all#requests are open#open for requests#open for questions#asks open#requests open#send in your requests#taking requests#tf2 requests
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these are all my ideas and requests for november and I'm going crazyyyy
#kara speaks#billie eilish#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#billie eilish fic#requests open#ideas#fanfic
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ MOUTHWASHING
MASTERLIST
Captain Curly
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Swansea
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Anya
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Daisuke
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Headcanons
| WINTER TRADITION HEADCANONS W/ THE CREW
I do NOT write for jimmy and I do NOT write for nsfw. (lowk obsessed w mouthwashing recently and im sorry for disappearing for like almost an yr.. more fics coming soon so plz send me sum requests.. THANK YEWW ;DD)
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing swansea#mouthwashing daisuke#masterlist#sfw little blog#comfort#fluff#angst#requests open#requests
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I HAD TO QUICKLY pump this out!! I was procrastinating alot,,, I am wondering what most of my art should be on here though,, liek ships or,,
#feferi peixes#nepeta leijon#vriska serket#fishyprincess#meowbeast#spiderruler#glub glub#bluh bluh#meow meow#glubby#glubs#fish#cat#spider#homestuck feferi#homestuck nepeta#homestuck vriska#art#homestuck#design#requests open#garfield#magikarp#weezer#polyamory
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BALCONY BLUES || D.F. x reader
summary: you and dominic are neighbors. you like to read books on your balcony, he likes to smoke cigarettes. you like quiet nights in, he likes to throw parties. but, as they say... opposites attract.
there's a little more than just neighborly affection brewing.
word count: 4.6k (damn)
me when i sit on my balcony and daydream....... that's how this story was born. and honestly i love it it's so cute. oh, to have a dominic fike stare at me from his balcony. anyways, enjoy! i only have like two more requests to do, so pls feel free to send moreeee <3
When you moved to California, you were looking forward to the quiet. Your apartment was modest, tucked into a complex that overlooked the ocean, with a small balcony you’d already claimed as your reading spot.
You’d imagined peaceful weekends spent with a book and the distant crash of waves.
It was exactly what you’d hoped for—except for one small complication: your neighbor, Dominic.
He was the opposite of what you were aiming for with your calm, coastal move. He had this habit of throwing loud parties every weekend, the music thumping through the walls and spilling out onto his balcony, the place he seemed to live when he was home.
You noticed him on your first day, leaned back against the railing, a cigarette in hand, looking every bit like he owned the place.
And while you were trying your best to ignore him, you couldn’t quite deny the strange spark of interest you felt every time he looked your way.
The two of you didn’t speak at first, not beyond the nods and the polite “hey” when you’d cross paths. Still, you felt his presence, especially in the evenings when you’d be on your balcony, tucked into a chair with your latest book, and he’d be out there too, leaning over the railing and occasionally glancing over.
He didn’t try to hide it either.
Dominic looked at you openly, sometimes with the faintest hint of a smirk, like he was waiting for you to call him out. But you never did.
You just kept reading, determined not to give him the satisfaction.
One night, when his usual party music pulsed into your living room, you sighed and headed out to your balcony, hoping for a quiet escape.
But of course, there he was, leaning against the railing, cigarette dangling from his fingers, his eyes catching yours the moment you stepped outside.
"Well, hello, new neighbor," he said, flashing a grin. "What brings you to our quiet little paradise?"
You looked around, taking in the party remnants still strewn across his balcony—a few empty bottles, a speaker, a crumpled shirt tossed over a chair. The place screamed not quiet. You quirked a brow, a little smirk forming.
"Quiet, huh?"
He laughed, unbothered by the observation. "What, you don’t like a little excitement?"
"Excitement’s fine. But I’m more of a ‘book and movie’ person than a ‘dancing til' midnight’ one," you replied, holding up the novel you’d brought out with you.
He leaned on the railing, flicking ash from his cigarette, clearly intrigued. "Let me guess, you’re one of those mysterious types, huh? All books, all quiet moments." He nodded toward your book, lips twisting into a teasing smile. "How romantic."
You rolled your eyes. "And you’re what? The loud, overconfident neighbor I have to put up with?"
He held his hands up, feigning innocence. "Hey, don’t judge me yet. I’ve been known to read, too, you know. Once or twice."
“Oh really?” you shot back, holding back a laugh. “What’s the last book you read?”
He laughed again, a little sheepish. “Alright, maybe it’s been a while. But if you’re up for sharing, maybe I could get into reading again.”
You scoffed. “I’d bet you’d fall asleep halfway through.”
“That a challenge?” His eyebrows lifted playfully. “Because I don’t back down from those. Trust me, new neighbor.”
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From that night on, you fell into a routine.
Most evenings, you’d come out with a book, and like clockwork, Dominic would make his way onto his balcony too. Sometimes he’d chat with you, other times he’d just sit there, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t looking.
And little by little, you found yourself looking forward to those evenings—the way his voice drifted over, soft in the night air, and the way his laughter made your pulse quicken just a bit.
His weekend parties became something you learned to live with, even if they did get under your skin sometimes.
But every now and then, in the middle of a particularly loud song or a burst of laughter from his friends, you’d catch him looking at you across the balcony, like he was daring you to join in.
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Then one afternoon, you were lost in a book on your balcony when you heard a knock at your door. Surprised, you opened it to find Dominic standing there, hands in his pockets, an easy smile on his face.
“I noticed you’re not at your usual spot,” he said, nodding toward his own balcony. “Figured you might be taking a break from the whole… ‘reading alone’ thing.”
“Maybe,” you replied, crossing your arms. “And you decided to do what? Invite me to a party?”
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Actually, no. I was thinking of taking a walk down by the beach. Thought you might want to come along.”
You hesitated. He could be loud and a little obnoxious, and part of you still wanted that peaceful, book-filled weekend. But there was another part of you—a part that was curious, intrigued by the casual confidence with which he invited you out.
“Alright,” you said, trying not to smile too widely. “A walk. But if you bring out the speakers, I’m going back inside.”
He grinned, a spark of surprise in his eyes as he stepped back to let you grab your jacket. The walk to the beach was quiet, the two of you falling into a rhythm as the sun dipped lower in the sky.
The silence was nice, comfortable in a way that you hadn’t expected, and by the time you reached the water, you found yourself relaxing around him.
“This is your spot, isn’t it?” he said, nodding toward the waves.
You glanced at him, surprised. “What makes you think that?”
“I’ve seen you down here a few times,” he admitted, his gaze steady, his tone quieter than usual. “You look… at home here.”
“Guess I do,” you said, shrugging. “I moved here for the quiet. Thought California would be, I don’t know… peaceful.”
He laughed. “… And then you got me as a neighbor. Must feel like a curse sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” you teased, though your smile softened as he looked at you. “But… maybe not all the time.”
The moment stretched out, your heart fluttering as his gaze held yours.
He was different in this quiet, sunset-lit setting, his usual confidence tempered by something softer, more thoughtful. And for the first time, you felt like you were seeing him—really seeing him—beyond the parties and the noise.
From that day on, the dynamic between you shifted.
He’d come out onto his balcony when you were reading, asking about your latest book or bringing you coffee on lazy Sunday mornings. Sometimes you’d go for another walk along the shore, talking about everything and nothing as the sun set around you.
The weeks slipped by, and soon enough, you were finding reasons to spend more and more time with him.
He’d come over for impromptu dinners, always bringing some wild story or teasing comment. Sometimes, you’d even venture onto his balcony, sitting with him in the aftermath of his parties, listening to him ramble about his friends or music or whatever he was passionate about that night.
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Dominic had a way of showing up unannounced, and you never minded.
His knock on the door was always followed by that grin of his—half apologetic, half mischievous—like he’d just had an idea to make the night more interesting.
And every time, you’d find yourself saying yes to whatever spontaneous plan he had, even if it was just an impromptu dinner.
He was leaning against your doorframe when you opened it one evening, a takeout bag in hand, his eyes alight with excitement.
“Hey, I brought Chinese. And I have a crazy story about Reed at the bar last night, and I swear he’s convinced he’s been haunted by a ghost for three days. It’s a mess."
You laughed, stepping aside to let him in. "You’re really the only person I know who could make a simple dinner into an event."
"That’s because I’m here for the drama," he said with a wink, strolling into your apartment as if it was his second home, which, at this point, it practically was.
Dinner was a laid-back affair, the two of you perched on the couch, tossing back takeout containers and halfheartedly watching a movie you weren’t really paying attention to.
Most of the time, it was like that with Dominic—more about the company than the activity.
You barely noticed when the food ran out or the movie ended. You were too caught up in his stories, his hands gesturing wildly as he described whatever outrageous thing had happened to him that day.
At one point, you had to pause him mid-story. "Wait," you interrupted, smirking. "You’re telling me Reed thinks a ghost followed him home from a Halloween party last year?"
He nodded, eyes wide with mock seriousness. "He was practically in tears. I swear, he won’t leave his apartment alone now. I had to convince him the ghost probably has better things to do than haunt a guy who wears socks with sandals."
You burst into laughter, and Dominic joined in, his carefree chuckle filling the room like it always did.
The next few minutes passed in comfortable silence, with only the sound of music softly playing from the speakers.
You leaned back on the couch, your feet tucked underneath you, and found yourself staring at Dominic.
It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed how effortlessly attractive he was, but tonight, it hit you in a different way. His scruffy hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips—those damn lips—had a playful smirk that made you wonder how you hadn’t kissed him yet.
But you couldn't quite figure out why you hadn’t. It was complicated, like everything with Dominic always seemed to be.
You cleared your throat, brushing away the thought.
"You know," you said, pulling your legs up onto the couch, "I didn’t expect you to be one for spontaneous dinners. I thought you were more of the ‘grab a burger on the way home’ kind of guy."
Dominic grinned, stretching his arm along the back of the couch casually. "I am," he said, "but sometimes it's nice to get out of my own head. And when I can’t convince my friends to have dinner with me, I come to you." His gaze softened for a moment, and his voice dropped slightly. "You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like I’m the chaos walking through the door."
Your heart did a little flip at his words. "I like the chaos," you replied, your voice quieter than before.
Dominic tilted his head, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, something he didn’t usually let slip in front of others.
But before either of you could say anything more, he pushed up from the couch, grabbing his jacket and the empty food containers.
"I think I’m gonna head to my balcony," he said casually, giving you a sideways glance. "Wanna join? It's not exactly a party, but... it's the best view in the building."
You nodded, feeling an involuntary smile tug at your lips. "Yeah, sure. I’ll be out in a second."
The balcony was quieter than usual tonight—no party chaos, no loud music or chattering voices. Just the sound of distant cars and the occasional crash of waves from the beach below.
Dominic leaned against the railing, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he stared out at the city lights. You stood beside him, your arms crossed over your chest, just watching him, feeling that familiar tension settle between you.
"You know," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence, "I love this view. But I think I might like it more when you're out here with me."
His words were soft, genuine, and for a moment, he wasn’t Dominic, the wild party host. He was just a guy, caught in the same quiet moment you were.
You raised an eyebrow, not sure if he was joking or serious, but the look in his eyes was so sincere it made your chest tighten. "You’re full of surprises, you know that?"
He laughed, exhaling a puff of smoke and brushing it aside. "I try to be. Life’s better when you’re unpredictable."
"Yeah, but," you added with a teasing smile, "you’re the only one who doesn’t have a filter. Makes things interesting."
He turned to face you, his posture relaxed but his expression more serious now, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "It’s easy with you. You don’t try to make sense of everything I do. You just let me be... me."
You felt your heart race a little faster, his words hitting somewhere deeper than you expected. You nodded, suddenly feeling vulnerable under the weight of his gaze. "I think that's what I like most about you."
The silence stretched between you, but this time it didn’t feel awkward. It felt... right.
Dominic took one last drag from his cigarette and dropped it into the ashtray. Then he took a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours. "I don’t say it much, but I’m glad you’re here," he said softly.
You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. "Me too."
The night stretched on in a haze of quiet conversation and stolen glances.
And as you sat together on his balcony, you knew this wasn’t just another casual hangout—it was something more. Something you weren’t quite ready to label, but couldn’t deny was happening between the two of you.
Slowly, but surely.
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And then on one Friday, you’d just settled into a new novel when Dominic leaned over, his elbows resting on the railing. "So, big plans for the weekend?" he asked, flashing that familiar smile.
You shrugged. "Same as always. Just me, my book, and TV.”
He feigned shock. "No wild plans? No... secret parties in there?" He nodded toward your apartment, his voice teasing.
"Some of us enjoy a peaceful life," you shot back. "Not everyone throws ragers every Friday night."
"Ouch. You wound me," he said, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. "But, hey, just for the record, tonight’s party’s invitation-only. But I could make an exception."
You laughed, shaking your head. "Sorry to disappoint. I don’t think I’d fit in with your crowd."
"Oh, I don’t know," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "You might surprise yourself."
“I haven’t been to a party in ages, Dom,” You say, watching him spark with even more excitement.
“Perfect! Then you’re coming to mine.”
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You had no intention of actually attending Dominic's party.
But somehow, your friends that were invited had convinced you to tag along, and now you were here, tucked against a wall in his dimly lit apartment.
Watching the lively crowd fill every corner of his place, music pulsed through the walls, echoing off the high ceilings, and the familiar scent of Dominic’s cologne mingled with the laughter and voices all around.
You were handed three shots of tequila, back to back, and now permanently glued to the corner, away from the chaos.
You hadn’t even expected Dominic to notice you were here, but just as you were starting to wonder where he was, you felt a hand gently press against the small of your back.
You turned, and there he was—his grin wide, his eyes lighting up the moment they met yours.
"Well, look who finally made it to one of my parties," he said, leaning close so you could hear him over the music. His voice was low, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. "And here I thought you were all talk about being ‘too quiet’ for nights like this."
You laughed, rolling your eyes. "I’m just here to make sure your guests don’t destroy the building!”
"Oh, so you’re keeping an eye on me, huh?" His hand lingered on your back, his fingers tracing small circles there. His touch was warm, grounding in a way that felt electric and impossible to ignore. "You’re cute when you’re pretending not to have fun."
You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Who says I’m pretending?"
He hands you another shot as he pours himself another one; And from the looks of it, he’s had way more than you.
“Cheers! To… whatever we got going on here,” He says, as you raise the shot glass.
“To whatever we got going on,” The two of you laugh as you feel that god-awful stinging sensation travel down your throat.
“This is the most I’ve drank in a long time!” You giggle, “I forgot how fun this is!”
“Mhm, so maybe you should come to these more often, then.”
“Maybe…” You say as you watch him stare into your eyes and then looking at you, up and down, “Stop staring at me!” You laugh.
He chuckled, slipping his other hand around your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “It’s so hard to not stare you when you look this good.”
Your face flushed under his gaze, the teasing glint in his eye sending a shiver through you.
“I thought you wouldn’t even notice my existence at these things,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as your pulse quickened.
“Oh, trust me. I always notice you,” he murmured, his voice lower now, meant just for you. His eyes were intense, his gaze tracing your face, lingering on your lips before he met your eyes again. “And tonight? You’re making it really hard not to.”
You swallowed, suddenly aware of the minimal space between you and Dominic.
It was thrilling, that tension lingering in the air, as if the two of you were the only people in the room. And then he leaned closer, his voice a soft murmur near your ear.
"Can I get you another drink? Or would that just give me another excuse to stay by your side?"
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. "Maybe that’s what I was hoping for."
A look of surprise flickered across his face, and then his lips pulled into a smirk, clearly delighted by your response.
He didn’t move away as his hand slid down to rest at your waist, his thumb brushing against your hip. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll show you a good time.”
Your eyes met his, daring him. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Something shifted in his expression then, a flicker of heat, of something more.
His hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you flush against him, and you could feel his warmth seeping into you.
The room, the crowd, everything else seemed to fade into the background as he looked down at you, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that was equal parts flirtatious and dangerous.
He dipped his head, brushing his lips close to your ear. “You know, I was starting to think you’d never come to one of these,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But now that you’re here… I don’t think I’ll let you out of my sight.”
You let out a breathy laugh, trying to keep your cool despite the way he was looking at you. “I thought you had a hundred guests to entertain.”
“Oh, I do.” He flashed you a grin, leaning in closer. “But none of them are you.”
His hands slipped around your waist, guiding you into the flow of the party.
He kept you close, weaving through the crowd with a protective edge, and you couldn’t help but notice the way other people glanced over, curiosity and maybe even a little envy in their eyes.
Dominic, however, didn’t seem to care about anyone else—he only had eyes for you.
He led you out to the balcony, where the cool night air hit your skin and gave you both a moment to breathe. He leaned against the railing, his gaze never leaving you as you looked out at the city lights.
You turned to face him, realizing how close you still were. He didn’t back up, didn’t pull away.
His hand brushed your cheek, and there was something softer in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat.
"You truly are full of surprises, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb tracing lightly over your cheekbone.
"I could say— have said— the same about you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, caught between a smile and something more. The playful banter was gone now, replaced by a feeling that felt so much heavier, more real.
He tilted his head, his gaze dropping to your lips, and then, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and soft, yet brimming with restrained intensity.
His hand slipped around to the back of your neck, holding you close, and you melted into him, your fingers curling into his shirt as he deepened the kiss, each moment igniting something new between you.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath, his hand still tangled in your hair.
"I knew this would be bad for me,” he murmured, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You laughed softly, brushing your fingers over his chest. "Then why did you invite me?"
"Because I like you too much to watch you from a distance,” he whispered, his voice warm with laughter as he brought you close again, kissing you with a hunger that felt like the beginning of something neither of you could deny anymore.
The kiss lingered between you, each soft press of his lips against yours a reminder of how close you had become, how suddenly everything seemed to shift.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the noise of the party still thumping faintly in the distance, but here, in this quiet moment on the balcony, it was as though time had stopped.
Dominic pulled back slightly, his breath warm on your lips as he whispered, "I didn’t expect this to happen tonight… but I’m not complaining."
You blinked up at him, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Neither am I," you murmured, your voice almost a breathless laugh.
He ran his thumb gently over your lower lip, his eyes studying you with that mix of curiosity and desire that made your pulse race again. "You know, I think I’ve been waiting for this longer than I realized."
You tilted your head, searching his gaze for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. Just raw, unfiltered honesty. "For me?" you asked, not fully believing it.
His smile was small but undeniably sincere. "Yeah. You’ve always had a way of keeping me on my toes," he admitted. His hand slid down to yours, intertwining your fingers with his. "I’ve wanted to see what would happen if we were ever this close."
And there it was—he hadn’t been hiding anything, hadn’t been pretending. There was no act, no facade; it was just the two of you, standing on a balcony, the weight of everything unspoken hanging in the air.
"I didn’t think you’d want to be this close," you replied quietly, your thumb tracing the lines of his hand.
"Why’s that?" His brow furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of playful challenge in his tone.
You shrugged, feeling the vulnerability of the moment. "You’re Dominic. You’re cool and you throw these annoying parties. You don’t seem like the type to chase something… real."
He gave a soft laugh, pulling you just a little closer, his body brushing against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "And what does that mean? You think I’m just some guy who doesn’t know what he wants?"
Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the teasing disappeared, replaced by something more earnest. "No. I just think you’re used to people coming onto you, not the other way around."
Dominic’s gaze softened, and he let out a quiet sigh. "Maybe I’m not as good at playing it cool as I want everyone to think."
You raised an eyebrow at that. "So what does that make me? Your secret weakness?"
He grinned, the playful edge returning to his voice. "Maybe. But if I’m being honest, I think it’s more than that."
The way he said it, with so much confidence, made your chest tighten.
There was something about him tonight, something different from the confident, aloof Dominic everyone else saw. In this moment, he was just a guy, a guy who wanted something from you, something more than just the usual game he played.
"Do you want to go back inside?" you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn’t know why, but the thought of being back in the crowded apartment suddenly felt less appealing, the contrast between the chaotic party and the quiet intimacy of the moment stark.
Dominic’s lips quirked into a half-smile, the heat in his gaze never leaving you. "I think I’d rather stay out here… unless you want to change your mind."
"No," you said quickly, shaking your head. "I’m more than fine out here."
He leaned in again, pressing his forehead against yours, and for a moment, the only sound was the quiet rustle of the night air and the distant murmur of the party.
"Good," he said softly. "Because I’m not done with you yet."
You felt your heart skip a beat, not from fear, but from something that was beginning to feel like anticipation, something that held more weight than just the chemistry between you.
Maybe it wasn’t just the kiss or the way his touch made you feel, but the realization that something was beginning to take root here, between you and him.
Dominic's hand still rested against your waist, his thumb lightly grazing your skin as he studied you. "You know, I’m not usually this... honest. But with you, I can’t help it."
You looked up at him, your gaze softening. "Maybe I’m starting to feel the same way."
He smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. "I’m glad. Because I think we’ve both been pretending long enough."
You laughed lightly, unable to hide the way your heart was racing. "Pretending, huh? Well, now that we’ve admitted it, what do we do next?"
Dominic’s eyes darkened slightly, a shift in his demeanor as he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your lips again. "Next? We stop pretending."
And with that, he kissed you again, deeper this time, with none of the hesitations or uncertainties that had been there before.
The world outside the balcony faded completely, and all you could feel was the heat of his kiss, the press of his body against yours, and the undeniable pull between you two.
It was clear now—there was no turning back.
The night, the party, the teasing, the banter… it was all just a prelude to this. To the moment when everything shifted and you both let go of the distance you’d been keeping between you.
Dominic pulled away just enough to look at you, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. "You’re trouble," he murmured.
"Right back at you," you replied, your voice breathless, your heart still racing.
He laughed softly, and for the first time that night, it wasn’t just a playful sound—it was full of something real, something meaningful.
The rest of the world could wait.
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Pppssssttt... it's me river... give me doodle requests... (cacao related requests maybe... cacaaoooo...)
hi i'm trying to build my account on here and also keep my motivation and also try to be active on here...
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Ghost who fucks NASTYYYY, he gets so sweaty and he’s licking the tears off your face, licks away sweat on your neck.
NASTY!! Has got you in a tight grip, one arm wrapped around your throat and the other wrapped tight around your waist to move your body against his as he thrusts harshly. Can barely moan because you feel like he’s stealing all the air from your lungs.
Licks your teeth until you open up and let him kiss you. Barely lets you breathe between kisses. When he gets close he just starts to thrust harder. Going as far as to get a foot on the ground for better leverage to pound into you.
Finally cums inside of you, rubbing you until you cum too. Loves the overstimulation of you squeezing around him after he’s painted your insides. Lets out the closest thing he could to a whine from the feeling, pressing his body as tightly against you as he can while he bites into your shoulder.
God he’s so gross and nasty i love him….
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NSFW
Vampire lover that can’t drink your blood without you keeping his cock warm.
He has to be balls deep in your pussy, otherwise he gets all hard and cums in his pants just from one sip of your blood.
It’s just way less messy to already have his cock buried in your cunt, and he doesn’t like to waste his seed. He’s a powerful vampire that needs an heir, that sperm is valuable!!
So every time he needs to feed, he pushes your expensive panties to the side and sits you on his cock, content to cum inside of you.
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When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.
Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.
Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.
No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.
He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”
You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.
If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.
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Starry Night
It’s been a while since I’ve done something that wasn’t a request, so this was nice. 🩵🌸
• set inspired by Van Gogh’s Irises • Famous Art Collection •
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Bee doodle
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