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getosbiggestfan69 · 2 months

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— lovesick kisses

now playing — kiss me by sixpence none the richer ☀️

contents: clarisse la rue/fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff!! and clarisse is just so in love hehe 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽, clarisse calls you ‘pretty girl’

wc : 600+

the sound of laughter and soft-spoken words are all that can be heard throughout the cabin. what started as a small conversation, then turned into a makeup practice session, became what was happening currently.

“y/n,” clarisse muttered, her hands resting gently on your hips.

“give me a minute.” you protested, pressing kisses all over her face, lipstick marks being left behind. you thought she looked utterly gorgeous.

sunlight pours in through the windows, and it bounces just so perfectly off of clarisse's brown skin; she like she was made of honey and gold. the whole moment is a gentle calm that cradles you in its palms softly, and you’re feeling so lovesick, you think you might die.

(you don’t even know she feels the exact same way.)

“pretty girl.” she gives you a small squeeze, just to get your attention. “what are you even doing?”

you giggle, applying some more rosy hue on your lips, kissing her again. “‘m just kissing you, clar.” you mumbled, holding back the urge to break into laughter at her confused expression; she looks a little flustered.

“mhmmm,” she draws out, chuckling. “i can definitely see that.” she says, tracing comforting patterns on your lower back.

the sky melts into a soft, velvety orange hue outside, and clarisse looks into your eyes. there's starlights inside them, she thinks. and when she watches you break out into a smile, she wonders if she’s even lucky enough to have you all to herself.

“you done yet?” she sighs, mock-annoyance in her tone.

“not yetttt, clar.” you whined, kissing the apple of her cheek again, eyeing it to make sure the lipstick mark stays.

her eyes gleam brightly,

‘i’m so in love,’ she thinks.

it's all she can think. you’re her lighthouse. her saving grace, her entire reason for living. her one and only. her gaze is so featherlight, she looks at you like you’ve hung the stars or something.

(god, you’re just so pretty.)

you continue to cover her face and neck in kisses, giggling occasionally.

“now are you done?” she glared at you playfully, raising an eyebrow when you pull away. you shake your head in response and she groans, not in an annoyed way, more so endearingly. like how you’re just so sweet, she can’t get enough of you.

you go on to mumble under your breath, and she can barely make out what you’re saying. something along the lines of, ‘you’re annoying’, and, ‘stay still.’

this goes on for a few for minutes, the two of you bathed in the light of the sun. clarisse is a depiction of effortless charm, gazing down at you with those big brown eyes of hers, and that cute, smug expression. she looks so soft you swear you can feel your heart squeeze ever so tightly in your chest. you could probably combust, melt and ascend up to olympus.

“..done?” the curly-haired girl asks again, a cocky smirk plastered on her face.

and just when you’re just about to protest, she kisses you; ever so sweetly. it’s warm, and you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach, it’s just not fair how she makes you feel.

she hummed against your lips, pulling away with a smirk.

“so?” she asked, grinning coyly.

“what do you mean, ‘so’?” you whined in response, you can feel your cheeks heat up with a warm hue of red.

“you done?” she asks again, and you groan. she’s just so stubborn, and you adore that about her.

she chuckles at the sound, kissing you repeatedly, almost in a revengeful type of way, the good kind. she can’t get enough of you. clarisse la rue, who’s normally so hot-tempered can’t help but feel so cooled down with you. the daughter of ares, the greek god of war, is so hopelessly in love with you.

a/n: i feel like she’s a little ooc 😞 but it’s okay. i live for fluffy clarisse content

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse x you #clarisse la rue x reader fluff #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #lesbian #jesse writes ☾₊‧⁺

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ph4ngz · 1 year

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Hey i have a request for Bakugou..🤭

LIKE imagine sitting on his Lap and he’s like

„ i can feel u throbbing „

btw rlly like your writings

Hot. Why does every guy I write about kinda end up being an asshole har har

I don’t have time to read this back, but hopefully there’s no mistakes *smiles awkwardly*

Thankyou btw! <3

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It's been at least an hour since your boyfriend Bakugo returned home early from patrolling the city, maybe even longer. You don't know, being this horny makes it kinda difficult to keep track of time.

You're currently being bounced on your shirtless hero's thigh whilst he fills in a few bits of paperwork, built muscles flexing underneath your weight. He has a bare arm snaked around your waist to keep you steady as he moves around on the couch, and you can feel his hard abs tensing against your back each time he leans forward to retrieve another sheet of paper from the coffee table in front of you.

You'd been looking forward to having your man back from his exhausting job a few hours earlier since it makes cleaning, cooking and whatnot much easier compared to when doing it alone. Although, you had made sure to complete your daily chores before he came home today anyway, solely due to the fact that you'd been unbearably aroused since he left this morning. You'd already made yourself cum twice to the thought of him but, clearly, nothing you can do is good enough.

You're sure he can tell how you're feeling right now! You definitely saw him try to hide a smirk when he came home to you in just a shirt and panties!

You can see that he's tired of working without being able to look at his face, the sighs that blow past his lips every so often giving him away. He also never finished removing his work clothes.

"Finished yetttt?" you drawl out slowly, wiggling along the bottoms of his hero costume to reposition yourself and unintentionally nudging your clit upon his leg, the sudden tingle of pleasure making you hurriedly cover a whimper with a forced sniff.

Sighing, Bakugo answers to your childish whining, "Just gotta fill this last one out... n' then put my signature on that one, I think."

"Can't that one wait?"

Yes, you know it's rather selfish. You should be letting him concentrate, but...!

You lean back on his warm shoulder, your head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Glancing up, you admire his side profile and the way his reading glasses rest upon the bridge of his nose. You'd always thought he looked hot with them on. Maybe he would place them on his head to keep his wild hair pushed back as he goes down on you... Or maybe he'd keep them on, until your juices squirting all over the lenses becomes too much so that he can't see clearly?

Wow, you are not doing yourself any favours.

Steamy thoughts cause your body temperature to rise, voice wobbly when you beg once again, "C'monnnn, you hardly ever get home this early. I always get lonely when you're not here with me, sitting here by myself after doing housework and stuff..."

The vivid thought of you at home, all alone, not knowing what to do with yourself for hours yanks at your boyfriend's heartstrings and it's almost paining him. Slowly, Bakugo relaxes, letting the arm around you land limply over your thighs. Still staring up at his side profile, your cute smile graces his peripheral view once he manoeuvres his head to face in your direction to show he's listening.

He closes his eyes, ballpoint pen still in hand yet not on paper, and presses his forehead into your hair so he can breathe in your homely scent. He's contemplating. A wave of pride washes over you at his behaviour, only you could ever manage to coax him out of hero work.

But that pride dulls into a certain annoyance when he reverts back to his previous position and begins to work towards completing his last form, the pen in his hand barely releasing any ink unless he presses down hard enough. He's losing motivation, just a teeny bit more persuading.

"Katsukiiiii," you extend the last sound of his name in the whiniest, most pathetic way you can whilst lifting your upper half away from him, only to force yourself down with a bratty huff. Thankfully Bakugo lifted the pen away before you made him scribble over everything with your little tantrum.

A "tch" comes from your right and you frown. Fine then, you think, proceeding to (struggle to) tug your panties down, but only until they reach the other hand he has on your upper legs. Rough, scarred fingers instantly grasp the crumpled fabric but he pays no mind.

As he writes, Bakugo moves his clutch on your underwear from the twisted hem to the noticeable wet patch between your slightly spread thighs. It's difficult to open your legs more for him with your panties constricting them to at most a mere few inches apart. You watch your boyfriend toy with the dampened cloth whilst appearing to focus on what's in front of him, repeatedly swiping a thumb across the stickiness.

"So damn impatient." he mutters grumpily as always, ignoring the abrupt exhale you release at his hand cupping your yearning cunt. Those gorgeous crimson eyes roll when you attempt circling your hips to ideally catch your pulsing clit against his bottoms, but the angle your body is positioned prevents that from happening. Though it doesn't prevent the hero from landing a clean smack on the sensitive skin of your almost hidden pussy.

"Chgh! Ow..." you grit your teeth as the initial sting subsides, finding yourself flustered with desperate tears clouding your vision. Why does he have to be so mean! What's worse is that he hasn't even showed any satisfaction yet, continuing with his stupid forms or whatever like he's being forced to tease you so brutally.

Like nothing ever happened, he returns one thick middle finger to your aching bud, only to discover that your sweet slick has amounted to so much that he can hardly keep it in one place without slipping.

Bakugo's tone of voice is relatively normal as he states, "Fucking hell, I spanked you once and you're drenched,"

You mewl lightly, his touch doing the bare minimum, gliding up and down your entrance so easily, embarrassingly easy.

Wait, he's put the pen down. Where has his other hand gone?

You hadn't realised his mouth was closing in on your ear until a sharp nibble to it makes you freeze up. A gruff whisper unleashes a tsunami of shivers to race down your spine.

"You miss me that much when I'm gone, huh?"

It sounds like a teasing question, but you know it's more than that. A 'condescending demand' is more of a fitting term. That other hand of his that sneakily coiled around your throat just now is a more than enough sign for you tell the difference. It squeezes lightly, as your hero relentlessly flicks his finger over your puffy clit. Your trembling hand rapidly covers your mouth, the odd yet familiar fear of reaching your first orgasm of the moment filling your body with sparking adrenaline.

You're wailing into your palm, fidgeting in his lap due to the overstimulation and frustration at the panties stopping your legs from opening further, drinking in his words and the breathy moans escaping him because of your own delicious little whimpers.

" 'miss me so much that you just can't help yourself, ah? So much that you go outta your way to distract me from my work?" and with that said, he stops tormenting your cunt to shove three of his digits between your sloppy folds just to press them harshly over your clenching hole.

For the first time in what seems like forever, you finally take a deep, albeit shaky, breath through your nose. Your entire body twitches uncontrollably, you were so close.

"Answer my damn question, brat."

Jeez, you picked a bad day to annoy him. Who pissed in his cereal this morning?

The growing angry rumble in his voice causes you to panic and whine into your fingers like you're incapable of talking. The grip from around your neck disappears, then returns around your wrist this time, tearing it away from your plumped lips with a thin string of drool attached.

His sudden act of power evokes pleading words from you, weak voice breaking with a, "Ka-Katsuki, I jus' wanna play—"

"Answer the question. You're not stupid," he pauses for a second before circling your entrance with some pressure. You gasp at a painful sensation blooming across your cheek, realising the hot skin is being pinched with his teeth.

"I can feel you throbbing. You can't hide it, how your tight little hole begs for me. Just say it, baby. Me, you and your needy fuckin' body all know the answer."

His fingers are almost inside you and his huge palm is pressed up on your burning clit. Bakugo nuzzles into the crook of your neck, ghosting his lips along the salty skin.

"Do yourself a favour, for god's sakes." he muffles into your shoulder whilst taking a handful of your plush hips and kneading harder than ever.

"...Yes, yes— I miss you that bad, Katsuki. I always miss you so so bad, it hurts~"

Your man chuckles lowly at you, decides to pull you further into him so that your ass grinds on his restrained, jolting cock. Your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, even if it is mocking you. Your lusty eyes are forced to make contact with his, reading glasses pushing back his fringe just as you'd imagined. Then, he lovingly kisses the bite mark donning your face.

"Finally, s'all you had to do. Now, stop pissin' me off and bounce on it." he orders, effortlessly lifting you up by your underarms to buck his hips as he slams you down.

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bucknastysbabe · 3 months

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Criston Cole Blurb 18+ - Meow meow eating puppy???

OOP forget to press send @fairysluna

Your boyfriend might be an idiot but he was good in the sack— with a little coaching on some affairs. You pulled gently on dark hair, propped up on the fluffy pillows. Criston’s dark eyes shined as he gazed at you, whining softly into your pussy.

“Focus Criston,” you chided.

He closed those puppy eyes, lashes dark against his tan cheeks. Criston’s hands squeezed and loosened around your thighs rhythmically, you weren’t even sure he was aware of it. The man had returned to lapping eagerly at your soaked cunt, nose bumping against your sensitive clit. He’d sit here for hours if you’d let him.

He moaned again, deep in his chest. Your lidded gaze watched slim hips rut against the bed, although the pitiful Cole was in a thick pair of jeans. The friction couldn’t be that good. You inquired breathily, “Criston, baby, does humping the bed in jeans really feel that good?”

A mournful shake of head between your thighs was his answer.

“Go on, take em off,” you teased. He was clumsily still suckling at your clit, trying to unbutton his pants, all while dummy’s hips were still jerking. Your baby got so stupid sometimes; pussy drunk they called it. With a sigh you firmly stated, “Criston. Baby. Criston.”

A desperate whine and dark eyes moved halfway back on you again. You patted his cheek and sighed, “I’m not going anywhere. Get your pants off first.” He whined again, confused on why his angel would suggest such an awful thing, removing his face from her perfect wet cunt. With a groan of annoyance, you tugged him away from you. Like a scolded pup, he blushed and excused himself.

Soon you could look at pretty ass and thighs too, his cock so hard it was hitting trim stomach. Criston remained silent besides ragged breathing, taking the silky pillow you had handed him with a heated look bordering on embarrassment. He always got a little messy with anything reallll soft.

Criston shoved it under his hips, plump lips falling open with a ‘fffuck’. He got back to the position from before, waiting on permission. You nodded and babied your boyfriend, “Good boy, you can use your fingers too, pretty babyyy.” The man’s hips desperately jerked as he dove back in to frantically lapping at your essence. One of his hands had snaked down to swipe and tug on your clit just how you liked.

You threw your head back when he pumped two fingers into your throbbing pussy, gasping, “Criston- ah- yes!” The bed shifted from his frenetic humping, pressing his sweaty forehead to your thigh to whine. He was always a whiny thing when you got down to brass tacks. You’d say he was a typical man— but.

“Mmm’gonna f-fucking cum! Not yet, not yetttt,” he whimpered miserably. You thumbed his cute nose, watching agony cross sweet features. Feigning innocence, you asked him, “Why so soon baby? You always last for me.” Your eyes nearly crossed with possessive pleasure. Criston choked out, voice cracking, “Feels t’good- gods- baby please!”

Shoving his face back down, Criston licked at your swollen clit, shaking fingers rubbing your inner walls. You pet his curly hair and teased, “Is it because you get too dumb and slutty huh? Too drunk off my pussy to stop fucking the pillow and focus on fucking me with your tongue. My pretty empty-headed, mm, slut.”

The sound he made was utterly divine, thick brows pinching together as the rutting slowed to a slow grind. Your boyfriend thankfully wasn’t too out of it and fucked his fingers up harder, sucking at your slick between deep moans. You felt yourself tightening up, the repetitive movements striking a pleasurable nerve deep within.

Fisting into his inky hair you cried out, back arching and legs clenching around his pretty head. Babbling as the not-so-stupid puppy grazed teeth against your bundle of nerves at the same time he hooked your g-spot. That’s when the dam broke, your head falling forward with a hoarse noise.

“Fuckfuckfuck— mmm mm, gods! Let up let up baby,” you finished with a mewl, falling backwards. Criston licked at your gush of slick, glistening on his shiny lips and your oversensitive cunt. He pathetically shook, the man about to fall apart. “That’s a good little, hah, slut. Fuck my thigh then, you earned it.”

Like a wild animal Criston climbed closer atop you, grinding his soaked cock against giving flesh. Your eyes flickered to the discarded silk pillow, defiled with pre and dripping. He carefully placed his hands on the headboard and rutted with little whines and pleas.

“M’your slut,” he murmured sulkily, eyes darker with arousal.

“Gods!”

“Call me your slut again, please, please, it huuuurts.”

Your boyfriend was leaking all over you, about to some more with the way his eyes were watering up. Tracing fingers around his tender spots you rambled, “Yeah? You are my slut, sweet boy. Thank the seven you’re a loyal puppy, else I’d have to drag you off anyone who made your needy, slutty dick hard.” His eyes scrunched up, mouth falling open to weakly protest, which was more of a weak moan.

You pressed your lips under his pulsing jaw, sucking a little mark. Just so everyone knew your pretty puppy was taken. Criston’s hips stuttered, cock shooting a little. He panted, “Closecloseclose!,” while desperately swallowing down little sobs. You purred, “I know Criston, you’re s’full, wanna feel you paint me.”

Another gorgeous pitchy and broken cry filled the room. “There we go, that’s my little slutty baby, yess!” He sobbed softly, fucking your thigh until he was raw and you had to remove the needy thing. Until he was clinging to your frame again, babbling about his love. You smirked and soothed the man, wondering how long it would take to ride his cock next. Couldn’t be that long.

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #ser criston cole imagine #ser criston cole smut #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader

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elizais · 1 month

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nail polish rendezvous

dazai x fem!reader, cw: quick suicide joke, dazai is a nail biter, reader is implied to get her nails done professionally divider by v6que, not proofread

"would you stop that, please?" you whined, trying to watch tv with your boyfriend on the couch yet he kept on bringing his hand up to his mouth. you had tried to hold his hands, wrap his arms around you.. so many different attempts to get him to stop doing it subconsciously yet something was occupying his mind that was resulting to him biting his nails. it was just irking you today.

"hm?" osamu hummed, looking down to where your head rested in his lap. you were looking up at him now and not the film you had insisted on watching. he was snapped out of his trance now and the hand that was just by his mouth went to find your cheek, poking and squeezing it to tease you.

"stop biting your nailssss," you dragged out the 's', groaning playfully. were you genuinely mad? of course not, but it was frustrating. osamu watched you sit up and rest your head on his shoulder, he took one of your hands and raised it to eye level. "love, my nails won't be as pretty as yours anyways! don't worry." he whispered, joking around.

you lowered your hand and raised his. his cuticles were tatty, nails themselves scuffed and uneven. "lets do your nails up then" you giggled, pulling him off of the couch as he hastily turned off the tv as you whisked him away to your shared bedroom.

you pulled out a tatty gift box filled with an array of polishes. you both sat on the floor cross legged as you opened up the box and pushed it towards him to look through. as you stood up, osamu looked up at you. "where are you going?" he pondered, "to open a window, nail polish fumes are awful." you swiftly responded. "so, no suicide from the smell?" he deadpanned, half-joking. you shook your head and sat back down across from him.

"what colour did you pick?" you asked, pulling out some nail cutters and other little tools to clean up his nails. "mmm i don't know yetttt" he whined. "can we have the same colour?" he asked, referencing the colour you are currently sporting on your own nails. "of course, 'samu." you smiled softly as you began to cut off the uneven parts of his nails and push back his cuticles.

he was thoroughly enjoying all the affection, almost giggling like a school girl as you held his hand in placing tightly to keep it still when he tried to pull away just to be difficult.

carefully applying the close-enough shade to your own nails, he laughed as he flinched at the coldness on the surrounding skin as he purposefully caused you to mess up slightly. "osamu." you tried your best to muster up a stern voice. as you finished, he instantly went to try and grab his phone, "no!" you quickly called out from across the room where you were putting away the box of nail polish.

"i swear to god, osamu dazai, if you smudge those nails i will never buy you crab again!" you exclaimed, an empty threat yet he pulled his hands into his lap so quickly it was almost comical.

"leave them for 3 minutes." you added, zero faith he could ever sit still for that long.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #dazai osamu x reader #dazai

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