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Soooooooo would fuck him even in his unwashed/stinky state. A little more flavor ain’t hurting no one 💕
Nerd boy started talking science to me and my panties dropped. The fumes Soifon smelt was from me and Kisuke doing multiple rounds of nonstop research.
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The First One out of All ; full ver 🥹
Another bar, another drink. Another girl in satin, another bed kept warm for him
That was the routine for a man of little commitment such as him.
But surely, he wasn't the villain to the story? He told each and every woman that had resided in his arms, that he never was one to stay. And that was how it always went. There was never a girl before them, nor ever a one coming after that could change his vindictive ways.
That's what he fibbed to himself.
Idle circles his roughened fingertips traced the smooth shoulder of a beautiful woman. He had lost track of how many times he had soothed the qualms of a woman in the same manner, time a fickle thing in his realm.
He cautioned them so many times, so many times he had told them he wouldn't stay long. A touch, an embrace, a long kiss. That was all he could promise.
What a waste of ink to watch it dry out and padder off with wasted ages on certificates ensuring what? Happiness? Quite contrary, he mused.
And yet they all cried as he skipped out of each house. They all cried to their mothers, cried to all their sisters about a man who wretched the very hearts out of their bosoms and carried it in his leather bag. But that grin never faded. That virile, gleeful, grin of a man with no destination, no purpose, no promise of where he'd rest his head once more.
Except, there was one, he supposed.
The same lines, the same voice he had cooed to you. And the same warning that came out as nothing but the sound of unnecessary fine print as he lied you down in that silk bed of his.
What a cruel, cruel man he was. Adorning you with jewels he thought prettily of, as if he cherished you, loved you. As if a man such as he would know of a concept.
"Don't cry when I leave, it'll ruin your complexion,"
"I will go, it won't be a surprise, you have to promise me, to not miss me when I'm gone."
He remembered it so clearly, so vividly as he bolted out in the crackling morning dawn
How your figure stood there, your eyes all soddened with tears, and not even a bother of calling out. For what use would it be, if your voice was to only but crack when you shouted a useless thing as for him to come back to you once more?
A flicker of light, a passing of days, an embrace of another woman.
But how hollow his arms felt now.
Through dark nights he road the train with little thought. And while a man such as he, once all giddy and content with the life he lived, no longer was there. The flashing lights, the passing glitters, was all that refracted off his eyes.
But in his eye, his tired mind, he could see that grin of yours. Those charming lips, those rosy cheeks, they were all so clear in his memories.
And he held that worn down leather bag of his, a gift from one of his conquests. And like a fool he was, like the sinner he was, he dared let the betraying thought wonder, of what it would be like to hold you to him once more?
A fool he was, not for the reason of his incompetence, but rather,
How easily he let you
slip.
She didn't cry of hatred.
Or longing.
Or any kind of determination that he would be back.
She wasn't one for.. The easy, short one night stands. But despite the words this man had promised and negotiated with her, she still fell.
Foolishly.
Over, and over, and over, and over..
That sensation wherein she logically knew and acknowledged she refused, refused to long and yearn for a man who had a new woman in his arms.
A new woman to fill his arms that would soon be empty the next morning.
She had already accepted within herself. That she wouldn't stay with a man that couldn't keep still -- like that wasn't the feature she so dearly admired about him.
So as foolishly as a young child would, as it was her first time in her life to truly fall in love --
She unintentionally whispered the secrets of love to his ear.
She delicately touched him to let him experience the real, true, genuine meanings of love.
She kissed first the parts of him that meant everything in the pure sense. His hand, his forehead, his cheeks, his knuckles when he slept.
He experienced the life of pure, genuine love in that short period of time which he so dearly missed.
So everytime she even thought of him with a new woman of quick, nonsensical, lustful kisses and consensual actions --
It was like her soul begged him back.
As opposed to her mind, which firmly believed that she had fully (partially) let him go.
She refused to believe the thought of him still made her.. Full, in some way that she just --
Couldn't let go.
As the train rumbled on, Joseph's mind drifted back to that fateful night - the night he had met you. It was a night that had started like any other, with the usual drinks, the usual flirting, the usual promises made and broken. But then, you were different. You were special.
He could still remember the way your eyes sparkled as you listened to him, the way your laughter rang out like music to his ears. He could still remember the way your hand felt in his, the way your body melted against his in the dance. And he could still remember the way you looked at him, with a love that was so pure and so real, it scared him.
Joseph had always been a man who lived for the moment, never looking back, never looking forward. He had always believed that love was a weakness, a burden that he could not afford to carry. But with you, everything had changed.
He had felt a connection, a bond that he had never felt before. And as he held you in his arms, he had felt a sense of belonging, a sense of home. And he had known, in that moment, that he never wanted to let you go.
But he had. He had let you go, just like all the others. Just like all the women who had come before you, and all the women who would come after. He had made you a promise, a vow to leave, and he had kept it. But he had never imagined the pain that it would cause him.
Now, as he sat on the train, watching the world go by, he could feel a hollow ache in his chest. It was the ache of a man who had lost something precious, something that he had never truly realized the value of until it was gone.
Joseph had always prided himself on being a man of his word, a man who kept his promises. But as he sat there, he could feel a growing sense of regret, a sense that he had made a terrible mistake.
He had never been one for apologies, never been one for admitting his flaws. But as he sat there, he could feel a whisper of a thought, a whisper that he had never dared to voice before. And that thought was simple: I'm sorry.
As though as she already unintentionally connected to him like she had done before, -- she had experienced the same suffering.
She stumbled across her own home, hesitantly stopping in each room like her body and emotions did whatever first came to mind.
To.. Remember him.
To disobey the very command her pitiful mind had ordered.
To accept him right back, to yearn for him like every other woman he had enamoured. With knowing every possible possibility and its consequences -- to hit her back -
100 times harder.
She stumbled into the living room of her sorrowing house and encountered and was forced to confront.. Many things.
The first place they had experienced with having each other true company.
The very unfortunately precious place where she let him rest his head on her lap for the first time.
The place wherein she had delibrately massaged his scalp and played with his hair.
The place where she had shared his genuine company by knowing many things about each other. About unfortunate situations in their life, about their appreciations and loves, likes, and hatreds.
The place where she found so many unique things about him and what was precious and valuable to his soul.
The kitchen where she had created silly, goofy moments which she ultimately yearned for (which she wished she didn't).
The place wherein she laughed her soul out as they created many, various things with each other.
The place where they ate dinner with each other, sharing the first genuine glances at each other --
Somewhat like falling in love once again with each other.
The place wherein she created his favorites with love.. Genuine, yearning, caring love. Incorporating every single ounce of knowledge about love she had into it.
The place where they fell in love with each other over and over and over again, and not lust. Love.
The bedroom, the most precious of all.
The place.. Where she first learned how soothing a caring heart beat felt.
The place.. Where he had realized he had truly forgotten or didn't know what the sensation of love meant.
The place.. Where they had commitmented their first pure acts of love.
Highlight: Love.
Where they had cuddled and laughed, hugging each other with every ounce of care they held within them that they had never acknowledged before. Where they had shared their first kiss, which really showed how delicately she handled and unraveled this fast paced moving man. The place where she whispered the techniques, meaning, and everything she herself knew of love. And ultimately, where they shared their first consensual act of love, mixed with the just right amout of lust.
And the place...
The place where had half-fallen asleep, and as she rubbed his knuckles, whispered.
“I love you, my dearest.”
Joseph's heart raced as he recalled each moment, every precious second spent with you in the sanctuary of your shared home. The living room echoed with the ghosts of laughter and conversation, the kitchen with the sizzle of meals cooked with love's tender care. And the bedroom... the bedroom was a hallowed space where he had first glimpsed the true meaning of a heart's devotion.
He could still feel the softness of your lap beneath his head, the gentle pressure of your fingers in his hair as you massaged his scalp with such tender care. He could still hear the lilt of your voice as you shared your hopes, your fears, your dreams - a man laid bare in the warm glow of your companionship.
The kitchen had become a stage for your shared joys, a symphony of laughter and clinking glasses, of plates piled high with the fruits of your collaborative labors. With each bite, each sip, he felt the embers of a love he had never dared to crave before.
But it was in the bedroom where Joseph had met his undoing, where the walls had borne witness to a love that dared to defy the very nature of his roaming heart. Your touch, your kiss, your whispered words... they had seeped into his skin, into his bones, until he could no longer deny the truth that stood before him.
As he lay there, half-asleep, the weight of your love had settled upon him like a balm, a salve for the weary soul. And in that moment of vulnerability, he had heard the words that would haunt him, that would echo through the hollow chambers of his heart long after he had left.
Hi Hi!!! Can I be 🦚 anon?
I really love your SBR x reader fic and your writing!! I was wondering if I can request a Johnny x oblivious reader!!
Like Johnny could blatantly say that he loves her and she’ll be like ‘Oh thank I love you too buddy :D’ I think it would be so funny to see him be frustrated with reader 😭😭
Have a great day/night!!!
Hello, 🦚 anon!! Welcome to the family!! I hope you like the chaos that's currently going on in this house! Hahaha!!
GOD! I LOVE writing Johnny, and as a VERY dense person myself, I totally enjoyed working on this request!
From the very start of the race, heck, even since before it started, Johnny had set his eyes on you. When was being stubborn with wanting to mount Slow Dancer and caused him to get badly injured in the process, you were the only one that took action, jumping the fence to his rescue while the rest of the people just watched. Even when he was an asshole to you for it, your smile didn’t break and it showed you were doing it out of genuine care and not because of pity as he loved to claim. It surprised him greatly when you joined him and Gyro and partnered up for the rest of the race.
Holy days this might just be the BEST fluff, oblivious reader x Johnny fic I've EVER read #absoluteGOLDMINE
QUIET DOWN!!
FT. Rohan Kishibe
WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Bratty sub Rohan who turns into needy sub Rohan. Gn reader, teasing, begging, using Rohan’s headband as a blindfold. Kind of weird cutoff bc I got lazy 😅
I desperately NEED and CRAVE Rohan Kishibe written this way in like, every fic of him I see. (HE IS SO UNBEARABLY FINE, IT'S UNDENIABLE.) 😍💗
The First One out of All
JOSEPH JOESTAR ANGST
Warnings: not proofread, lightly suggestive, light swearing, possibly ooc, fluff if you squeeze your eyes hard enough... Self rotting and decaying angst
Summary: You weren't his first love at all, hell -- he had more loves before than after you. But it was a fact that you were the very first love that explained it through giggles and laughs, dances and jokes in the living room, and heart-warming, — life changing, soft kisses in the bedroom. But perhaps even so, he still let you slip so easily just to suffer himself
Genre: angst, fluff if you peek
Pairing: young!joseph joestar x fem!reader
A/N: second time creating a fic longer that's any drabble in my draft so please don't flame me (up for constructive criticism though!!) 🥹✌️
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𖦹 RYUJI MATSUYAMA NSFW ALPHABET
+ warnings, nsfw minors dni, not proofread, discussion of sexual themes, possibly ooc, vulgar language/descriptions.
you have been warned !
+ author’s note, ong WE all cracking ryuji
GAHWHAHAHAHA FINALLY I FOUND THE GLORY HOLE 😍🙌 (I've beem trying to find thisan EVERYWHERE.)
Hi guys!! Just uploading one of my proses in my drafts
Hi guys!! Here's one of my proses that I just recently made.
i’m finally going to please you gooners with a part 2 to lesson learned 💋
it won’t come out for a bit, i still have to write the thing :/ but i do have a general outline for where i want it to go so plz stop asking 🤭
LAWD THANK YEW SO MUCHHH....
TRULY, falling in love.
Pairing: Bill Dickey x fem!reader
Warning: Uh, non much, just teeth decaying fluff, and Bill UNDENIABLY falling in love :p
Summary: They were.. Just friends, right? It's just that -- there's been a fluttering feeling in his chest whenever the idea of her pops in his head.. And he's been trying to deny it but, -- he's been having a hard time figuring out if he should pick struggling harder or just.. Giving in. More specifically giving into her allure.
A/N: WOWOWOWWO this is my first kinda fic ever so PLEASE leak some construction criticism and suggest to me how to make a better beginning :33
Additonal notes: There's a Laufey reference, and I did this with a bot I'M SORRY but most of it I wrote so flame me all you want I'M SORRY😭🙏
(not proofread btw, sorry 😓)
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PONYBOY ₊˚⊹ᰔ min su x f!reader
riding, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation, non game au
‘he’s my little ponyboy, treat him like a ponyboy’
you had been riding min su for only a few minutes, but he already looked completely fucked out. eyes dazed, breath coming in soft, desperate huffs. his hands lay limp at his sides fists curling open and closed. he was letting you do everything, he was just lying there and taking it, face tightening with every drop of your hips, a little broken groan spilling past his teeth whenever your pussy gripped him just right. his head was tilted slightly, dark eyes locked on the way your chest moved with each slow grind of your hips.
and god, the way he stared at your tits..
his eyes kept flicking down, mouth slightly open, like the sight alone could make him cum. every bounce made his expression shift. eyebrows scrunching together, mouth trembling, tongue darting out to wet his lips. that greedy look was a big contrast with how timid he was being, his hands still limp at his side
you leaned forward, the slow grind making his breath hitch again, dragging a drawn out “f-ffuck” out of him, and you smiled
“Min Su…”
he blinked up at you the second you said his name, barely managing to lift his head off the pillow. lips pink and parted, face dazed and flushed. “Y-yeah?” he barely got out, like even answering you was too much
“you can’t touch them” you whispered, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard
his breath caught and his fingers twitched helplessly at his sides. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to… he clearly did. the want was written all over his face. his eyes widened a little, locking on your chest again as you straightened your back and rode him slower, deeper, just to tease
you wanted him to so bad. you wanted to feel his hands. shaky, hesitant, a little clumsy on your skin, groping your tits while you rode him. you knew he’d be shy about it, fumbling at first, maybe too gentle. like he thought you were too perfect to handle rough, like he didn’t deserve to be holding them at all
but that was the point.
“not unless you ask” you whispered, leaning over him, letting your tits hang right over his face, swaying with every slow grind of your hips, his head dropped back with a little whimper, brows scrunched so tight he looked like he was in pain
“please” he gasped “i want to. I want to touch them, please let me. fuck please-”
your pussy clenched around him hard at the desperation in his voice, and his hips bucked up without meaning to, making you gasp. you could feel him trying to stay still, trying not to thrust into you while you were in control, but his body betrayed him
you sat upright again, clenching down, pace teasingly slow now, letting him twitch inside you while you kept just out of reach
“you’ll have to be good” you murmured. “use both hands. show me how much you want it.”
his hands rose so tentatively it almost made you moan, his fingers hovered before finally making contact, he cupped your breasts gently at first, thumbs grazing your nipples, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was allowed. then slowly, he squeezed
“fuck they’re so soft. ” he whined, breath ragged, massaging them, hands shaking, palms warm and greedy “they bounce so good when you… when you ride me like that”
you leaned in again, pressing one nipple to his mouth without a word, and he latched on immediately with a moan that vibrated against your skin. teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast, suckling hard
and underneath you, his cock throbbed like it could barely take any more
he kept suckling, lips flushed and wet around your nipple, his tongue teasing the tip in messy little swirls while his other hand rolled and tugged the other with more confidence now. flicking the bud, kneading your breast. your body jerked, the sounds spilling out of you no longer held back, your whimpers turned into breathless cries “min su. baby, just like that”
he caught that, that needy tone in your voice, and his fingers pinched tighter. the sudden sensation made you shudder hard around his cock, and your back arched, hips grinding down harder. his eyes open just briefly to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure then he shut them again, a soft hum vibrating against your breast
you could feel it, his cock twitching deep inside, thighs tensing beneath you, every bounce made him whimper, every clench of your walls around him made him stammer out another desperate breath
he suddenly let go of your nipple with a slick, wet pop, chin shining with spit, panting “g-gonna cum. fuck I’m gonna-”
you didn’t answer. just caught his flushed face in your hands, tilting it back down to your chest, guiding him back onto your tit. he latched without hesitation, lips closing again over the sensitive peak, and your voice dropped to a sweet coo against the shell of his ear “cmon min su…”
he whimpered helplessly into your skin, eyes squeezed shut tight, and then his hands flew to your hips, gripping hard like he was going to stop you, like he had to, like one more bounce would be it. “n-no, no, wait”
but you just moved them away
you pried his fingers from your waist, placed them back where they belonged, one at your breast, the other falling limp again as you rode him harder now, grinding deep
“you feel so good” you whispered “so deep baby, right there. yeah, just like that, let me feel it.”
his mouth was sloppy now, tongue flicking desperately, lips sucking weakly as his whole body tensed under you. his thighs trembled, cock pulsing with every clench of your pussy, and the way you moaned for him, the way your tits moved against his face, it was too much.
“fuuuck gonna cum, I can’t. ahh!”
you didn’t slow down. if anything, you fucked down harder, chasing his release, grinding your clit against the base of him, using his twitching cock to get yourself off. his voice broke, a long strangled groan muffled against your breast as he finally came. warm spurts deep inside you, hips stuttering, hands scrabbling uselessly against the sheets again
you stayed on him. his cock still twitching helplessly inside. he was still sucking softly, more out of instinct, breathing fast through his nose, and you stroked his hair while you rocked your hips, slower now
he groaned as you kept moving slow but deep, rolling your hips to milk every last drop from him, ignoring the way his thighs trembled and his cock twitched violently inside your soaked pussy. the overstimulation was sharp, almost unbearable, but he didn’t tell you to stop. he didn’t want to. he was laying comfortably on the sheets beneath him, chest heaving, watching you ride him
your tits bounced with every grind, and he stared in awe
his breath caught in his throat as your pussy squeezed around his overstimulated cock again, a hiss leaving him “nghh fuck, baby…”
still, he made no move to stop you. instead, his hands rose again, settling at your waist, thumbs rubbing lazy circles into your skin
“so pretty” he breathed, voice hoarse but warm, eyes trailing up your torso “look at these…”
he cupped your breast, slow and gentle now, thumb brushing over the tender peak, watching the way your face twitched when he grazed your nipple just right. his palm was hot and heavy, squeezing just enough to make you moan, and he looked so fucking gone. eyes half lidded, lips parted, flushed cheeks, still riding the high of his orgasm
“bouncing so nice for me” he murmured, thumb flicking your nipple lazily “keep going. fuck- just like that. ride it out…”
his cock throbbed again from the attention, overly sensitive but stiff inside you still, twitching at every clench of your walls, and you could feel the way he pulsed with every deep roll of your hips. his head rolled back slightly, mouth dropping open, a breathless whimper escaping as you ground down and circled your hips
“you feel so good” you groaned, your hands on his chest now “don’t think I can stop.”
he gave a weak laugh that turned into a moan, fingers tightening just slightly on your waist “don’t” he whispered, still watching your tits move “take what you need…”
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི
STAWPPP THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST MIN-SU FICS I'VE SEENNNN BUHHHHHH
✦ 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✦
Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont x Reader (gender not specified). CW: nightmare, implied past child abuse, crying, Vincent gets defensive/rude with you.
Summary: You and Vincent have been together for a while now, and he's starting to trust you. But on your first full night sharing a bed, he has a nightmare.
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Hands down BEST angst I've seen in a while
