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Your first time riding Nanami Kento

Pairings- Nanami x F! reader

MDNI/NSFW- just smut tbh, Nanami calls reader darling, and a 'fuck toy', talking you through it, explicit sex, oral (f receiving) cum play, dirty talk

Nanami falls apart when you're on top of him for the first time, a man so dominant just loves to watch your tits bounce, your face fucked out, lips opening and emitting a gasp of pleasure. Nanami's big hands press into your hips, as you roll on his cock, walls convulsing as your thighs press against his hips.

"That's it, you're doing so good, darling..." He's murmuring, watching you work, seeing his cock disappearing in and out of your soaking wet little cunt, drooling across the soft pubic hair, making it glisten. "Fuck, look at you, riding me. Can you take all of it?"

"N-Nanami... is this... y-you sure..." You're struggling to take about half of his veiny length, stretching out your cunt, burning just a bit, but it feels so fucking good, so good you just stop for a moment, whining then."

"Do you need me to take over, pretty girl?" He whispers, leaning up then, as you brace your hands on his chest, well muscled and so defined.

"No, I w-wanna do it..." He's chuckling just a bit, strong abdomens tensing and flexing, cupping your face as he jerks his hips up so mean then, shoving his cock fully in- earning your gasp. "Mnh! F-fuck..."

"Feel her, she wants me to do the work, hmm?" You're laying on his chest, thin sheen of sweat between you both, when he holds your hips up, cock drenched with your arousal. "Want me to use you, like my pretty fuck toy?"

"P-please, Ken- ah!" Your eyes roll back again when he slams up into you, cock pushing so deep in your slick walls, and he's holding you up like it's nothing, pounding up into you. "Too much!"

"No, you can take it can't you, darling? Be a good little toy for me, would you?" He murmurs, lips glossy, latching onto a nipple as he shoves your hips down, his tip pressing against your cervix, a scream rips from your throat as you shatter, cumming all over him then. "That's it, good girl."

You're speechless, drooling as he keeps fucking up into you, holding you like you are just a little toy, hazel eyes lidded and dilated while you weakly cling to him. You wanted to try to take him this way, but feeling him take over is just too good.

"Cum again, would you, lemme feel you. There it is, let go." Nanami talks you right into your next orgasm, until you're a weak, trembling fucking mess, but he's not done, even as he pours his hot, gooey load in your quivering walls. He has you on your back, lapping his own cum out of you, as your hands grip silky locks, hips bucking up.

"Look how much cum you're wasting, tsk." He clicks his tongue just a bit, shoving two thick fingers in your drippy hole.

"God that feels s-so good..." Your breathy whisper earns his smirk, as he watches your pretty breasts rise and fall, feels your manicured nails against his scalp.

"I told you, you just want me to do all the work." You manage a glare, but his tongue changes your mouth to a slutty O.

"Mnh! I tried to- Kento..." Your hips arch as he laps a string of that gooey white cum up, hitting your sensitive clit with his hot breath. "You just want to!"

He chuckles, looking up at your pretty body, the bruises on your waist and hips, the white cum pouring out between puffy, sore lips, nipping your inner thigh. "Maybe I do."

♡ 💜 ♡︎

I miss writing for Nanami, so I had to do a lil drabble, should write more of him!

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so now these bum ass weirdos are STEALING PEOPLE’S FICS FROM TUMBLR, MAKING AN AI VOICE READ IT OUT ON TIKTOK WITH THOSE DUMB ASS MINECRAFT VIDS IN THE BACK? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS 😭

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Motaz posted a 22 minute video and here’s the takeaways:

- north Gaza is being heavily bombed. There are estimates say one person is killed every five (5) minutes.

- new massacre in jabalia, many killed with no media coverage (2 journalists were injured this morning.)

- no connection or food in the north, no food, only aid since the last pause

- Motaz has not showered for six days and others haven’t showered for weeks

- in two days, one Israeli drone came to Motaz’s home (and other houses) and it was able to kill and shoot

- there’s no food

- “you are waiting to die. This is what Gazans still alive now do. You are waiting to be killed,”

- everyday it gets worse

- aid does enter Gaza, but it is not enough. Israel won’t let a large amount enter.

- “you can’t help us, I’m sorry you can’t help us, you can’t do anything”

- he denied an interview from CNN since he does not want to be judged by people.

- “if you are human, you will share the videos, but don’t tell us you did something for us.”

- he works for UNRWAUSA, and those are the only people he trusts.

- people have been blaming him for not “doing enough/sharing enough”

- video linked here

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Bakugou is a gentleman in such an unexpected way… like he’s yelling and cussing you out every hour of the week but when he reaches the door first, he pushes and holds it open until you’ve passed under his arm. He sits on chairs manspreading wide, as if there’s not enough room for him, so he pulls the chair next to him out which so happens to be the one you’ll sit on.

When getting any kind of the same drink, he slides the first one to you on a napkin coaster or keeps them close to him when you go to the bathroom, big palm covering your cup while arguing with whoever about whatever. Any sort of confrontation outside of hero work happens and he’s shoving you behind him, standing straight and glaring hellfire at the person raising their voice at you.

He does it all so indifferently and naturally but when you notice it you can’t not feel some type of way about it. Because he’s usually a raging tool, it throws you off when he’s this attentive- and if you say this to him, he’s scrunching his face so hard and ugly down at you.

“What kind of limp dicks you’ve been hanging around? It’s called the bare minimum and I got fucking manners.”

You think you’re in love with him then because if he already treats you this way as a friend, you wonder what kind of bar he sets for treating his partner.

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Hello everyone!! This is a bit embarrassing to ask but due to health issues I had this year I’m running really short on rent for them month :( if anyone could kindly help with small donations on ko-fi or even a reblog it would really mean the world to me!!! Thank you in advance for all your love and support💜

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nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? that’s fucking wild.

you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.

you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??

shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much

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found this in my documents a week ago, completely devoid of context, titled “putting a lot of weight into a granola bar and a couple of head pats.docx”

so. uh. here’s Soul Going Through It. if you know, you know.

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Calloused hands smooth Soul’s bangs back from his forehead, the gentle force of it tipping his head backwards. He looks up to see bright green eyes blinking down at him.

“Hey,” he says.

“You haven’t eaten today.”

Her fingers knead his scalp gently, pressing tiny circles into his temples and pulling towards the back of his head. He closes his eyes, letting out a long breath through his nose as he feels the tension leaving him thanks to his meister’s capable hands. He’s not sure how she’s able to help without even knowing what’s wrong, without even really doing much of anything, but here she is. Her voice, her hands, her concern, all of it is more healing than anything he could have done on his own.

Part of him is aware that he should respond to her. Maybe say that he intended to eat but couldn’t get around to it. His brain was too loud. He got stuck. He could say that he hates that part of him, the part that’s aware that he’s not doing anything but doesn’t have enough control to stop him. Or start him, actually. Any sort of explanation or placation might relax some of the tension in her brow when she looks at him like this. But her fingers feel too good. He doesn’t want her to stop, and he definitely doesn’t want to describe his own ineptitude to her.

God, just thinking about this is bringing back the spiral of self-hatred that got him stuck in the first place.

Something bounces lightly on his chest, and he opens his eyes to see a granola bar resting just above the zipper of his hoodie. Maka must have already had it on her, because he never felt her fingers falter as they raked through his hair.

He flicks his eyes back up to the half-smile on her face. “Snack on that for now. I’ll go get dinner started.”

It’s his turn to make dinner. He knows that. He knows that she knows that too. She’s absolutely unhinged when it comes to their cooking-duty schedule. She could be put into a coma for three months and probably still know whose day it was to cook when she awoke. But her hands are leaving his scalp and she makes her way towards the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets for a box of pasta.

He feels his hand make the arduous trek from the cavernous pocket of his hoodie to the center of his chest, his joints feeling stiff and awkward from lack of use. His fingers almost feel disembodied from the rest of him, yet they still wrap around the offering delicately, like it’s a precious thing instead of compressed chocolate and granola and nuts. Maybe to her it was nothing, but to him it’s an acknowledgement that she sees him, and that she understands more about Soul than even he seems to realize about himself. And it’s enough to get him unstuck. He sits up to rip the plastic wrapping off it with his teeth, and with that first bite—

He’s a person again. Soul can move and chew and live life the way everyone else can. He crunches down on a cashew and can’t fathom why he hadn’t been able to do this all day. The hours he’s spent staring at nothing feel stupid and wasteful when it takes so little to jump-start him again. But sometimes a little nudge in the right direction is all you really need.

Soul looks over the back of the couch and sees Maka crouching down to reach a pot in one of their lower cabinets. She thumps her head on the counter and curses under her breath.

He takes another bite, holding it in his mouth until the dark chocolate melts on his tongue. One more bite and he’s Soul again. Wholly and completely.

“Wait,” he calls over his shoulder before pulling himself to his feet.

“Let me help you.”

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includes| izuku midoriya x fem! reader

warnings| smut, praise, massage, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, slight dumbification, tiny bit of cervix fucking.

notes| this is a repost for anon and @katspooki . unedited- read at your own risk.

“Hi,” he whispers, when you let out your first pent up breath. “How’re we feeling beautiful?” His thumbs press gently into the furrow of your brows before they massage down the length of the hairs. They settle above your cheek bones, his palms splaying to cup your face as he smiles down at your closed eyes.

“Hi,” you mumble, eyes still shut. “‘m extremely tired.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles lightly, and even with your eyes closed you can see the lopsided smile, the shallow indenting of his left cheek where a dimple has formed, even the shifting shades of those green eyes has been ingrained in your memory. His thumbs move, pressing into either side of your nose as he continues. “I couldn’t tell.”

Yes, he could. On your next exhale he massages a line from the side of your nose across your cheek bone to the bottom of your ear. Your shoulders droop and Izuku tuts.

“Sit up, baby,” he repositions his thumbs to the back of each ear. You groan in frustration, lips jutting out in a pout, fingers twitching at your sides with their need to touch. Izuku gives you a quick peck before freeing a hand to smooth along your exposed spine. You straighten on instinct. “Just a little more. You know it’s worth it.”

After spending fifteen minutes splayed across the taught muscles of his thighs, naked and covered in a layer of oil it had better be worth it. Even though you were stressed, and your muscles coiled with tension, your pussy couldn’t help the drool that had collected from being one expert hip roll away from the cock that regularly left her bruised and battered.

It didn’t help that each breath you took dragged your hardened nipples against Izuku’s chest. That each gentle, adept press, touch or massage was purely innocent but left goosebumps in their wake. That your boyfriend, who knew you better than you knew yourself apparently, had instructed you to keep your hands relaxed and refrain from touching him.

You let out a satisfied moan as big, warm hands massage along your spine, loosening the knotted muscles there. “Fuck,” you sigh.

“Feel good?”

“So, good,” you confess.

Izuku shifts in his seat and your cunt spasms at the sound of his cock slapping against his thigh. You blame your poor judgement for the way your eyes immediately snap open and down to where his cock has— to your satisfaction— flopped, thick and heavy, onto his thigh. The fat head leaves a trail of precum with every shift of his muscles, even at one point bumping into your own thigh.

Your mouth waters, but then his palm is tilting your face upward, cupping your chin and forcing you to look up into darkened, half lidded eyes.

“That cock is all yours,” he reminds you, lips twitching at your sharp inhale. “But if you don’t relax I’ll fuck my hand and leave your twitching little cunt aching and empty.”

His grip on your chin tightens as his smirk grows. You nod once, your stomach somersaulting at the threat. He guides your forehead back to his shoulder and it takes him only a single pass of his warm palms down your spine to have you refocused on the way he had taken the time out of his day today to do this for you.

“You’re so incredible,” Izuku says, breaking the comfortable silence that had enveloped you. Except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the subtle crackling of the wick in the candle he’d lit earlier his voice echoes through you. “So strong for making it through this week baby.”

Unsurprisingly, even your mind seems to become malleable under Izuku’s masterful fingers. You believe him, your eyes closing and your mind and muscles melting into pliant things made for him to mold into whatever shape he desires. When your massage is done and he’s decided you’re relaxed enough he kisses the side of your head and then each eye lid and your nose and each cheek before leaving a chaste kiss on your mouth.

By then your pussy is drenched, your clit engorged and eager, beating with the rhythm of your heart as it waits for Izuku’s attention. He helps you brace your hands on his shoulders as he reaches for his cock. His hand cups the back of your head, forcing you to lock eyes with him as he drags the weeping head of his dick through your folds. Your exchanged groans of satisfaction meet and mingle in the air between your faces.

“Fuck,” he grunts, a teasing smile on his lips . “You’re so wet baby. Tell me what you want.”

You press forward to kiss him eagerly, roughly, your mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and wet tongue and lips. Izuku releases your head to wrap an arm around your waist to guide you as you fuck yourself along the length of him, his arm tenses when his cock notches at the entrance to your pussy and you growl in frustration against him when he pulls you away.

“Fuck me,” you demand, arms tightening around his shoulders. “Please, fuck me- fuck me.”

Your babbling is adorable and even as he lifts you and settles on the couch where your knees bracket his thighs and you’re far more comfortable he litters your face and neck in soft kisses. He mutters praise into your skin with enough conviction that he hopes they’ll penetrate and you’ll finally see what he sees when he looks at you.

“So beautiful, so strong,” he mumbles when you lift yourself up and sink onto his cock. “Love you so much, so perfect.”

You make a keening sound as his hands settle on your hips to help you grind against him, he can feel your clit bumping against his pelvis and from the frantic way you’re bucking against him he knows you’re close so he relaxes his grip. Letting you chase after your orgasm until you tense and shudder a breathless ‘Izuku’ tumbling from your lips. Your pussy gushes, drenching his cock in your sticky arousal.

When you fall forward against him, limp and trembling from the aftershocks he reaches under your ass to hold you up enough for him to fuck into you. His cock gravitates to that spot inside you that has you making senseless promises, begging him to fill you up with cum. Begging him to fuck your ‘stupid little hole’. It never ceases to surprise him how easily you become cock hungry for him.

“Oh, fuck,” Izuku’s head falls to your shoulder as he tightens his hold on you. He shifts lower on the couch, bracing his feet against the floor and changing the angle as he fucks up into you. He swallows your surprised squeal with a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling roughly with yours as the sounds of his thighs slapping against your ass echo through the apartment. You pull away from his mouth to drag air into your lungs when he slips so deep that you feel him bump against your cervix.

“Izuku- fuck please? Please cum—” he slips both hands under your thighs and lifts you off him completely, restricting your movements and forcing you to depend on the rough bucking of his hips as he rams his cock into.

“Like this?” he asks, breathlessly. His hips snap up and your eyes roll, your mouth falling open on a silent scream. “Want me to fuck you like this baby?”

You nod jerkily, your entire body twitching as he buries himself to the hilt and swivels his hips. The head of his cock slips into the tiny opening of your cervix and you choke, hands scrambling to press against his hips. “Too much- ugh- Izu-”

Izuku grins wolfishly when you break off in a wanton whimper, he releases your hips, letting the weight of you pin his cock deeper. The slickness of your walls make him dizzy as you begin to grind against him, he doesn’t think you realize how much deeper you’re forcing his cock with each shift of your hips and each weak attempt to pull yourself off him. He lets his hands roam, fingers snagging on your nipples and stomach and settling at the base of your throat.

He wraps them loosely around the column, groaning when you tilt your head to expose the delicate flesh to him. Your jaw snaps shut when he gives an experimental squeeze, your cunt clamping down on him with the motion. “Ah shit,” he pants, when you begin to bounce in earnest in his lap. His fingers flex around your throat and you make a sound like you’re trying to tell him yes but it comes out a breathless cry.

Izuku watches, eyes widening as your attempts to climb off him turn to you attempting to stuff his cock even deeper into your cervix. Each subtle shifting of his fingers against your throat results in you growing even more desperate, until your hands have wrapped around his wrist and you use your grip for leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyesyes—” you chant, words slurring together mindlessly until they’re nothing but a single syllable as you chase after your orgasm. You sob, your hips losing rhythm when your legs tremble, almost costing you your orgasm. Izuku squeezes at your throat and you wail, nails clawing at his hand as your orgasm crashes into you.

He becomes so enraptured that he doesn’t know when his orgasm hits, only that his muscles ache from the force of it, his thighs cramp and he collapses, sliding off the couch and dragging you down with him. His cock slips deeper and he grimaces when another orgasm washes through you, his cock twitches painfully against your spasming walls, sensitive from being fucked and squeezed raw.

“Oh my- fuck!” he shouts when you swivel your hips weakly, you’re shaking against him, your hands hanging limply over his shoulder, your face buried in his neck as you recover but your pussy’s still clamping weakly around his softening cock. “Baby, please—”

“m sorry,” you slur. “Feels good, feels so good.”

Izuku chuckles painfully, “I know baby, but I can’t—”

The grinding of your jumps cuts him off as his cock spasms, he scrambles to grab your hips and pull you off his cock. “That’s enough,” he grunts.

You slump against his chest and Izuku finally takes a deep breath. He wraps your legs around his waist as he stands on shaky legs. “Don’t fall asleep yet, I need to clean you up.”

He can feel your pout against his neck. “Tired…” you whisper.

“I know baby, but you don’t want to take a nap sticky and sweaty. Do you?”

He reaches the bathroom and sets you on the counter as he fiddles with the knobs in the shower. You make a sound Izuku assumes means you understand and then he’s carrying you into the shower and setting you on your feet as he reaches for your loofa. “Good,” he chuckles. “Relax, I’ll take care of you.”

Later, after he’s not only convinced you to shower but eat, he strokes along your spine gently, whispering to about his day until your breathing evens out and he’s sure you’re asleep. And then he props himself up on his elbow to stare at you. Peaceful and relaxed, for the first time this week there’s no crease between your brows and your lips are parted in a soft smile and not twisted in an unconscious scowl. He mentally pats himself on the back, I did good, he thinks as you sigh and wriggle your way closer to him.

Izuku realizes as you toss your bare leg across his hip in your sleep that he selfishly wants more days like these. Ones where he can massage the stress out of your muscles, fuck the worry out of your sub-conscience. Days where it’s just you two and no work, no hero Society, no labels and rankings and no emergency phone calls from the agency.

Just you and him and how much he loves and adores you. And how much he’s willing to sacrifice to see you like this, relaxed.

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My mom taught me to exaggerate my pain so that doctors would take me seriously and all I'm saying is that it hasn't failed me yet

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S.Experiments (M)

➾ pairing: min yoongi x oc

➾ genre: step sibling, smut

➾ word count: 3k

➾ summary: It started from innocent curiousity. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3

chapter two:

Two weeks has passed since that anatomy lesson and Yoongi and Soo Jin has been spending time as usual. It didn’t change their relationship and they were still hanging out all the time, going to movies after school, sleeping in one another’s room if one of them were too tired to go back to their own room after binge watching variety shows episodes etc. They even talk about that day as a joke now, calling it Yoongi and Soo Jin’s anatomy class.

Yoongi really thought that anatomy lesson was going to be the last and only until Soo Jin prove him wrong when she barges into his room at 1 am on a Friday night. She woke the sleeping Yoongi and somehow lure him into the same exact situation, telling him it’s anatomy class time and there’s a few things she’s curious of today and wanted to try with him and he can’t say no because she stole his hard disk that contains all the songs he produces while he was showering this afternoon and if he said no she’s going to throw it to the school pool. 

Honestly, she didn’t even need to threaten him anymore to give in to this anatomy lesson because even though Yoongi looks like he absolutely hates this idea, he’s actually pretty curious about what she wanted to try today. But yeah, he’s going to play along and act as if he’s doing this only because he doesn’t want his precious hard disk 5 feet underwater.

“Okay so first, today my friends told me that guy’s nipples are really sensitive and I wanted to know if it’s true.” Soo Jin said as she pulls her pants down, revealing her cotton pink panties that has a brown cartoon bear head in the front. 

The room lamp was off and the only light illuminating was the nightstand lamp on the either side of Yoongi’s bed but it was bright enough for Yoongi to see Soo Jin clearly. Yoongi lift his brow at the sight, judging her unsexy choice of panties “Seriously? How old are you? Ten?”

“Shut up you’re one to talk when you’re wearing a dragon ball boxer.” Soo Jin roll her eyes and she heard Yoongi saying something like ‘dragon ball is cool’ but he shut up as soon as she took her panties off and Soo Jin swore she saw Yoongi’s Adam apple bob. 

Next, she’s urging him to lift his shirt before pulling down his boxers and Soo Jin was surprised to find Yoongi rock solid down below. “What? Don’t judge me, it’s natural reaction.” Yoongi muttered. Can she blame him though? He’s still a teenager after all and his body is going to react. 

“I’m not judging you idiot, I’m impressed.” Soo Jin cooed in awe as she felt the same thrill and excitement she felt two weeks ago. She pushes Yoongi so he’s laying completely down on his bed and he look at her with anticipation. Honestly, he didn’t know either if a guy’s nipple is sensitive or not, he never really plays with his own nipple.

He stares at Soo Jin as she sat beside him looking unsure what to do. “Aren’t you going to do anything?” Yoongi ask and Soo Jin hesitantly brought her thumb to rub on Yoongi’s left nipple and a weird feeling wash over Yoongi. His eyebrows knit together but he wasn’t moaning or anything. 

“How does it feel?” Soo Jin bit her lips, her other thumb was rubbing on his right nipple now and Yoongi felt both his nipple growing stiffer than it was before. “I don’t know?”

Soo Jin huff as she kept rubbing, “Seriously? Just tell me how you feel.” Yoongi shook his head in confusion, “I don’t know? It’s ticklish but I don’t know?” All Yoongi knows is that it wasn’t his cup of tea but he didn’t understand how to interpret the feeling. His dick was still rock-hard thought. Soo Jin let out a frustrated sigh at Yoongi’s not so helpful description.

“Can you be more specific? Is it good? How does it feel to have your nipples rubbed by someone?” She had stopped rubbing by now and she had her arms crossed. Eun Ji had told her how the guys she slept with had really sensitive nipples and how guys’ nips were sensitive in general but obviously it’s not the case for Yoongi right now. 

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The Kiss

◐ PART VIII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐ Part VII ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker, descriptions of violence, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, strong sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, lots of people have, use and are threatened by knives, kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4250

Author’s Note: I said it before but it bears repeating…You have no idea what your support has meant to me. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As many of you know I faced a medical emergency recently and you were all so lovely. The best followers on this site and I MEAN that. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx and  @untaemedqueen​  were (and continue to be) the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. It wouldn’t be here without you.

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Two Years Ago 

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Centuries ago the moon goddess stumbled across her human soulmate while he was sleeping. Struck by his beauty, but reluctant to reveal her identity, the goddess began to visit him in his dreams where she could hide her true form and appear before him as a mortal woman. 

In the world of dreams their love flourished and from that blessed union the packs were born…

The wolf nations celebrated this sacred romance every ten years during the Festival of the Lover’s Moon…

The day of the festival was spent eating and drinking and dancing at large parties, but when the sun went down… well—

That’s when things got really interesting. 

On the night of Lover’s Moon the young unmated wolves of the pack were permitted to commemorate this legendary love story in a decidedly scandalous manner. 

The unmated men assumed the role of the goddess’s sleeping lover—they were blindfolded (to represent slumber) and led into a large sectioned off area of the dark forest to ‘wait and dream.’

Unmated she-wolves over the age of maturity (eighteen) took herbal scent suppressors and ventured out into that very same forest in order to anonymously ‘visit’ the young men ‘in their dreams’…

The rules for what exactly that meant were pretty fast and loose which was why Min Yoongi was thanking the goddess and every other deity he could think of that Yunli was still seventeen. 

“But I will be eighteen in two days! Please can’t I just—“

“No. Absolutely not under any circumstances ever.”

“But Yoonji is going!”

“Ji-ah is nearly nineteen and has never been interested in any of the snotty little man-pups of our pack.” He snorted. “She’s probably going out just so she can shove a bunch of them in the lake.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yunli mumbled irritably. 

Kim Taehyung yawned idly and snuggled into the cozy little pallet he prepared at the base of his favorite tree. The blindfold he and all the other unmated ‘lovers’  wore was made from witchcloth and could not be removed while the sun was down—so he had snuck into the forest earlier to set everything up. 

Now all he had to do was wait until—

“H-Hi Taehyung.”

Oh sh—

“Uh. Hello…Miss.”

Taehyung didn’t recognize the owner of that voice, but he knew for sure who it wasn’t. 

“I was hoping to find you tonight.”

This is not good. 

“Well I’m—I’m flattered… naturally but—”

She touched his hand and he squeaked. 

“I was thinking you and I might get to know each other a little bet—eep!”

The sharp point of a custom blade pressed directly into the unfortunate young beta girl’s pulse point. 

“Are you lost, puppy?”

A heavy cloak obscured the newcomer’s features, but there was no mistaking her meaning. 

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting as the poor she-wolf scrambled away. 

“Ji-ah,” he tsked with feigned disapproval, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Min Yoonji grinned as she sheathed her wicked looking dagger and slid languidly into his arms. 

“You don’t like nice girls, Kim Taehyung.”

“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Nice or not—it doesn’t matter to me…” His hands slid greedily over her soft curves—pulling her closer till he felt the beat of her heart against his own. “I’ll like anything as long as it’s you.” 

This was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas. 

Jimin huffed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the giant boulder he’d chosen as his perch.

Why did I let Taehyung talk me into this?

He could be at home—in bed—comfortably sleeping off the all-day feast he’d indulged in. 

Instead he was out in the middle of the forest sitting blindfolded on a rock in the off chance that one of the she-wolves was out looking for him. 

Not bloody likely. 

Not when prime targets like Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook—and countless others—were scattered throughout the woods. 

“Park Jimin?”

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we don’t say it enough, so here it is : thank you to all the non native english speakers who work their ass off to provide amazing fics in a language that isn’t theirs, you’re doing a wonderful job and we love you

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Portraits of a Tiger - The Finale

Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.

And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.

Pairing: Merchant! Reader x Warrior! Yoongi

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst, not intended to be a historical au. 

Word Count: 28k

Warnings: depictions of violence, death, blood, choking, mentions of battle, heavy angst (happy endings only), LONGING, explicit language, mentions of grief, mentions of loss, mentions of insecurity, explicit smut: scratching, biting, lovebites, unprotected sex. 

A/N: welp :( This is the end for now folks. I can’t believe I finally finished a series on this freakin’ blog lol. I am so incredibly grateful for your patience. I truly hope you enjoy it and if you do, I would love to hear from you. Whilst this is the end of the series, I wouldn’t be surprised if I wrote drabbles for it in the future so, if there is anything you’d like to see more of, please let me know :D

A few thank you notes to my sisters from across the globe @yoonia​ and @randombtsprincessa​, the two of you are so important to me and, I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love you lots. 

To @kithtaehyung @missgeniality​ @noelleydances​ thank you for always hyping me up and, being willing to chat with silly ol me. You’re all amazing and I LOVE YOU ALOT.

To @gldnrecs LISTEN IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW, LAY. I am so thankful you and, your willingness to scream with me in my dms. I’m so honored to know you and, I hope you know that I am always here if you need anything. ALSO HAPPY COLLEGE GRADUATION YOU FREAKING GENIUS. Please consider this (and Hobi’s conclusion specifically) my graduation present. Love you. 

Love letter to Rachel: It’s very important for anyone who comes across this story to know that I would have NEVER EVER EVER be able to conjure up this universe without the help of my bestie @bulletproofbirdy​. My friend, you are a genius and, it has truly been such an honor designing this world with you. I am so grateful that I’ve been able to create something with someone as amazing as you but, ON TOP OF IT??? We became so close that we literally talk every single day. I don’t know what to say without being the mushiest person ever but, I just want to thank you for being you. Without your love, your support and your BIG BRAIN, I would have never finished this series. I hope it lives up to all of your expectations. I love you. 

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Tamaki secretly spending his nights off with his face nestled in Fatgum's daughter's little pussy 💕

So in love with the sweet little girl who is even is even more shy and meek than he is. His little bunny with the cutest, tastiest lil cunt and the most adorable moans. Sweet little bunny that tears up as you cum on his face. Dearest little bunny who likes to fall asleep with his cock snug in your pussy and a plush hugged to your chest, his fingers in your mouth.

Getting caught on his knees by Mirio. Being made to watch as his best friend fucks you until you're hiccuping out little sobs, letting out broken mewls. Forced to eat his childhood friend's creampie out of your cunt and made to watch as Mirio kisses you and laughs, coos to you about being such a good little bunny for him

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Summary: hybrid dog kirishima fucks you, the hybrid kitty that lives in the house he just got adopted into

Tags: minors dni, hybrid stuff, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, pussy eating, mentions of knots, squirting, ehh yeah

I wrote this in the discord so uhh @cxnicalsweetheart pspspsps

Hybrid kitty being the only pet in a house for so long, being utterly pampered by her owner, spoiled to the very max. Hybrid kitty suddenly having her home intruded on by a new dog hybrid, one her owner claims will keep her company.

Hybrid kitty that despises the new puppy of the house- aka “Kirishima,” as her owner named him- who’s so excitable and interested in everything. Hybrid kitty that hisses when he tries to get his nose under her tail to get a sniff, who bats at him when he tries to get her to play.

Hybrid puppy Kirishima that desperately wants to be friends with his new roomie, and decides to take matters into his own hands.

Hybrid puppy Kirishima who sneaks up on hybrid kitty when she’s asleep and crowds over her small little body, so little compared to his.

Hybrid puppy Kirishima who takes his time sniffing her, finally getting a whiff of what he’s been trying to get close to for so long.

Hybrid puppy Kirishima who lifts up her tail and gets an eyeful of hybrid kitty cunt, and can’t stop himself

Hybrid kitty who wakes up to her cunt getting licked by an eager little puppy, his long, thick tongue dragging over her clit a way she’s never felt.

Hybrid kitty who whines softly, paws kneading at her soft bed while she humps back into the stimulation, sleepy lust rumbling through her chest.

Hybrid kitty who’s nearly lulled back to sleep, until her eyes flicker open when she feels her body shifted into the lordosis position, her hips hiked up high, head laying lazily on the bed.

Hybrid kitty who’s eyes snap wide open and a yowl escapes her lips when Kirishima shoves his cock inside of her, and she expects pain but he prepared her too well for anything to hurt.

Hybrid kitty who claws at his hands, who’s ears press against her head when he ruts into her without mercy, low growls escaping his mouth as he tells her to keep still.

Kitty hybrid with tears streaming down her face as her thighs clench, whines spilling from her lips as her thoughts turns to mush <3