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[semisasseater]

ILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN

i mean never.

SUMMARY ‘ ni-ki protecting you from a perv.

𓊆 尼基 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 865 teasing harassment crying emotional distress angst fluff — 类型 fluff angst

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : if ur man ain’t like this leave em

You were excited for today. Ni-ki had been looking forward to visiting this mall for weeks, hyping it up every chance he got. It had all his favorite stores, an arcade, and a food court with the best ice cream he’d ever had.

But something was ruining it.

You felt it before you saw it—that unsettling sensation of being watched. Every time you moved, you could sense someone lingering just a little too close, hovering. It wasn’t until Ni-ki pulled you into a store that you dared to glance behind you.

A man. Older, with greasy hair and an unsettling grin. And… was he holding his phone low?

Your stomach twisted.

You gripped Ni-ki’s sleeve, whispering, “Ni-ki… I think that guy’s following us.”

Ni-ki immediately tensed. His carefree energy disappeared, replaced with something sharp and dangerous. “What guy?”

You subtly motioned toward the man, and Ni-ki’s jaw clenched when he noticed the angle of the creep’s phone—pointed directly under your skirt.

Something inside Ni-ki snapped.

Without a word, he stormed toward the man and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward so forcefully that his phone clattered to the ground.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ni-ki growled, eyes burning with rage.

The man stammered, trying to back away, but Ni-ki wasn’t letting go. Instead, he shoved him hard, sending him stumbling against a store display.

“You think you can take pictures of my girlfriend like some fucking pervert?” Ni-ki seethed. The entire store fell silent, eyes locking onto the scene. But Ni-ki didn’t care.

He picked up the man’s phone, unlocking it with ease and scrolling through the gallery. His blood boiled at the sight of the upskirt photos.

His fist connected with the man’s face before he could stop himself.

The pervert yelped, cradling his jaw, but Ni-ki wasn’t done. He punched him again, sending him crashing to the floor. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kill you” Ni-ki spat.

Security rushed in, pulling Ni-ki back before he could do more damage. “Sir you need to leave. Now.”

Ni-ki didn’t fight them. Instead, he wiped his knuckles on his jeans, turned to you, and grabbed your hand. “Come on baby we’re leaving.”

You nodded numbly, letting him lead you out as he scrolled through the pervert’s phone one last time, deleting the photos from the gallery, the trash bin, and even the iCloud. When he was satisfied, he tossed the phone onto the ground.

Outside the mall, Ni-ki exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Disgusting.”

But you… you felt awful.

This was supposed to be Ni-ki’s day. He had been so excited, and now, because of you—

Tears welled in your eyes. “Ni-ki i’m so sorry…”

He frowned, turning to you. “What?”

You sniffled, biting your lip. “I ruined everything you were looking forward to this and now we got kicked out because of me.”

His expression softened instantly. “Baby… no this isn’t your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t worn a skirt if I had been more careful—”

“Don’t” Ni-ki interrupted, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t do that to yourself.”

Your tears spilled over, soaking his hoodie as you clung to him. “I just feel so bad…”

Ni-ki sighed, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Listen to me, okay?” He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His thumbs brushed away your tears as he spoke, voice gentle. “You did nothing wrong. That creep is the only one to blame. Not you, not your skirt, not anything else.”

You sniffled again, lower lip trembling. “But you wanted to go there so bad…”

Ni-ki smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Baby i don’t care about some stupid mall. I care about you.”

Your heart clenched. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do” he murmured, kissing the tip of your nose this time. “Now no more crying okay?”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath. Ni-ki grinned and wiped away the last of your tears. “Good. Now come on—I know another mall nearby and they have an even better arcade.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really” he chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours. “Let’s go crybaby.”

You pouted at the teasing nickname, making him laugh as he tugged you toward the car.

And just like that, the day wasn’t ruined anymore.

@semisasseater

[rafessecret]

hi! i love ur writing and was wondering if you could write for rafe and basically reader is hanging at barry’s trailer high off m0lly and really needy and begging barry to help her out (fuck her) and he tells her to chill and soon rafe comes by to get his drugs and sees reader on the couch wiggling all around and and barry tells rafe what’s up with her and tells him to figure out because he has to go do a delivery for his customers and while barry leaves rafe fucks reader on barry’s bed/couch until she’s satisfied.

⋆˚࿔ trailer¡park reader && rafe cameron

I'M DESPERATE.

Stretched out on Barry’s couch, your skin is shimmering, dewy with sweat, every nerve lit up like you’ve been kissed by stars. The molly hits you in waves—sweet and dizzying. Your heart races. Your pupils are blown, so wide the whites barely show, and everything is so soft, so good, too much. The thin fabric of your tank clings to your chest, nipples peaked and visible. Your thighs rub together in search of friction, hips twitching like they have a mind of their own. You giggle, breathless and high, burying your face in a scratchy throw pillow that smells like weed and boy. ❝Please,❞ you whimper, voice coated in sugar and desperation. ❝Barry, I need it.❞

He just leans back in a folding chair, lighting a joint with lazy fingers. He doesn’t even look at you. ❝Fuckin’ hell, sugar, chill out. You’re all wound up. I got deliveries.❞ But that only makes you more desperate. You shift on the couch, thighs rubbing together, slick and twitchy. Your tank is riding up, your panties damp and clinging. You whine louder, hips canting up against the air. ❝Barry, please—I’ve been good, haven’t I? Just need it so bad. Can’t stop squirming.❞

You crawl toward him, eyes wide and glossy, lip trembling. You reach for his thigh, nuzzling close, fingers trembling. ❝It hurts, Barry. I’m so wet it’s dripping. Just want to feel full. Just need you to touch me.❞ He groans, cock twitching under his jeans, but he keeps smoking, keeps teasing. ❝Look at you. Fucking’ mess. Begging like that—sweet little voice all shaky.❞ He finally looks down, smirking. ❝You’re going to drive me crazy. But I really have to go.❞

❝No!❞ You cry, crawling up into his lap, your breath hitching. ❝Please, Barry—I’ll be so good, I promise. I’ll ride you nice and let you cum wherever you want. Don’t leave me like this; I’m aching.❞ He chuckles, pulling your hands off his belt. ❝Cute. Fuckin’ greedy little thing. But you have to wait. Rafe’s swinging’ by—maybe he’ll deal with you.❞ Right then, the trailer door swings open with a creak. Rafe steps inside, low-browed and sun-warmed, jaw already tight. He's just here for a drop—but then he sees you. He sees the gloss smeared on your lips, your cheeks flushed, mascara smudged down your face like war paint. Sees you grinding down on the pillow, trying to get yourself off like a fucked-up little kitten in heat. Your mouth’s parted, panting like you’ve been chasing relief for hours.

Barry chuckles, nodding toward you. ❝She’s rollin’ hard. Been begging’ me to fuck her for half an hour. Keeps playing’ with her tits, can’t sit still.❞ Your eyes meet Rafe’s. Blurry, sparkly, helpless. ❝Rafe… please.❞ Barry claps him on the back on the way out. ❝She’s all yours, man. Figure her out. I have to drop off. Lock up when you’re done.❞ The trailer door slams behind him. Silence. Rafe moves slowly. Crosses the space between you in a few long strides. You don’t even realise you’re whining until his shadow blocks out the ceiling light. ❝You look like you’re about to lose it, sweetheart.❞

You nod frantically, mouth trembling. ❝Need to cum so bad. Been aching. Hurts.❞ He slaps you across the face—not too hard, but enough to make you gasp. Enough to spark more heat under your skin. Then he grabs you by the wrist and drags you into Barry’s room. The mattress smells like smoke and sex, the covers tangled. He tosses you down onto them like you weigh nothing. Rafe groans low when he sees your panties—thin and soaked, clinging to your pussy like second skin. Your legs are already spread, toes curling into the sheets.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. Soft. Gentle. For one second. Then he pulls back, lips wet, smirk cruel. His fingers trail down between your thighs, slow and torturous. They brush along your folds, slick and twitching, teasing your clit without pressing in. Just the edges of sensation, light and fluttering, and it drives you crazy. You sob. Hips rock up—he pins them down with one strong hand. ❝Stop that,❞ he snaps. ❝You want it? Ask pretty.❞ You reach for his wrist, trying to drag him lower, guide him where you need it, but he just shakes his head. Laughs. He taps your clit once. Just once. You wail.

Your whole body’s on fire, trembling. You could cry. Maybe you are. He slides two fingers in, just barely. You whine, eyes rolling, trying to grind down. ❝Not enough. Rafe, please. Need your cock. It’s not big enough. I need it—please.❞ That does it. His expression twists—dangerous, sharp, and so fucking dark it sends heat straight to your core. He yanks his fingers free, your slick clinging to them, and flips you onto your stomach so fast your cheek smacks the pillow. You barely have time to gasp before he’s got your hips hauled up, back arched, panties dragged down to your knees like an afterthought. ❝Not big enough?❞ he growls, voice thick with hunger.

Then he fucks you. A brutal, toe-curling thrust that knocks every ounce of air out of your lungs. You scream into the mattress, drooling, clenching down hard around him. His cock is massive—veiny, throbbing, and hot—stretching you until your pussy flutters around him helplessly. You feel it in your ribs, in your belly, and in your throat. He pounds into your gummy spot with precision, his length bottoming out with every cruel, hungry push.

Your legs tremble violently. You’re soaked, dizzy, high and overstimulated, pleasure bleeding into pain and back again. Your walls tighten like a vice around him, clutching at his cock with every punishing stroke. ❝Fuck,❞ Rafe snarls, yanking your hair and forcing your face deeper into the sheets. ❝Listen to you. Whimpering like a bitch in heat. So fucking’ needy.❞ He’s relentless—hips snapping against your ass, one hand on your spine to keep you pinned down while the other fists your hair. You’re choking on your own moans, your brain pure static.

❝Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?❞ He pants, voice rough, forehead damp with sweat as he presses his weight down on you. ❝Your tight little pussy fluttering on my cock—fucking’ perfect.❞ You nod, sobbing through it, jaw slack. ❝S’big,❞ you slur, tongue heavy. ❝So big, Rafe—feels so good—❞ He grunts, angling deeper, the thick head of his cock grinding into your favourite spot until your toes curl and you go silent, lips parting around a breathless whimper. He can feel the way your cunt pulses around him, your climax building with helpless urgency. ❝There it is. ‘That’s your spot, huh?’ he breathes. ❝Takin’ me so fuckin’ well. That’s it, baby—cum for me.❞

You do. Loud and wrecked, your pussy clenching down hard around him, thighs twitching. Your orgasm hits like a train—white-hot, messy, leaving your brain completely numb. And Rafe’s not done. He fucks you through it, harder, faster, chasing his own high. The sound of skin slapping, wet and raw, fills the room. His cock throbs inside you, thick and soaked with your slick, the head dragging through your fluttering walls. ❝Gonna fill you up,❞ he snarls. ❝You want that, don’t you? Want my cum all the way inside?❞

You nod frantically, high off it, slurring something close to ❝please❞ into the pillow. He cums deep inside you, cock jerking, pulsing hard, hot spurts painting your walls. You choke on a sob, whimpering as the warmth floods you. Rafe stays deep, gritting his teeth, hips grinding through the last waves of release. He collapses over you, mouth at your ear.

❝Next time,❞ he breathes, voice gravel. ❝Don’t beg, Barry. Beg me.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : umm yum thank you anon, you get itttt + um yess I know this is the same ask and the same concept and yes me and them have already spoke about it!! they’re completely fine with it and have actually read this already and said it’s totally okay for me to post. we got the ask around the same time and luckily I noticed before posting that we’d both received it, so no worries at all angels

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[karaaeilish]

♱ BABY MAMA b. eilish. . .

➤ SMUT

"bil—billie!" you clutch the sheets, desperately trying to gulp air as her hips slam into your pussy at a furious pace, making her strap hit the deepest places, turning your insides into fucking mush. her cold metal belt grazes your skin with every thrust, never letting you forget how embarrassing this was. you're not wearing a single piece of clothing while she's fully clothed. 

"wrong. try again" she cuts you off with a rough slap to your ass, eliciting a cry from your swollen lips. you know immediately that you've said it wrong, but with the way she's fucking you, it's almost impossible to talk. 

"d—daddy!" you manage to get the word out on the second try, feeling her smile. billie chuckle, leaving a rather gentle kiss on your shoulder. 

"how does it feel, angel, hmm?" every word she says comes out in a ragged breath and growl. hand is tangled tightly in your hair, keeping your head from falling onto the bed. hands gripping your hips so hard that there will be dark bruises the next morning. “you like being fucked from behind, don’t you?”

she chuckles, leaning forward to leave a few bites on the skin under your shoulder blades, making you squeal. your relief’s approaching too fast for you to process, but she can feel how tightly your walls are squeezing her cock.

“don’t you dare,” she says quietly, and you immediately tense up, trying to hold back the orgasm that’s building. “daddy’s coming first tonight, mm, princess?”

billie scoffs, but you don’t care when it feels this good. “want me to cum inside, hmm? put a baby in you?”

with every word her hips slap harder against your ass, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks, dripping onto the snow-white sheets. 

"gonna fill you up to the brim, sweet girl" her body presses against you, cock buried especially deep. her breath burns your neck, making your whole body covered in goosebumps. "maybe even give me fucking twins, hm?" 

your brain rushes in as her hot cum fills your pussy, painting the walls white. the sensations are too much for your intoxicated mind to process. something inside snaps and your own orgasm crashes down on you, shaking your body. 

billie watches with a smile, enjoying every second of this little show. just for her. so perfect.

as your body relaxes on the bed, she slowly pulls out, then settles down on the bed, lying on her back on the pillows, hands behind her head. she looked so sexy and ridiculous at the same time, it made your head boil.

"come on, mama" she nods her head, pointing to the strap covered in your cum. "use this pretty mouth and clean up your mess"

me & wife coded @karasno1girl

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

i had ONE anon ask me about him ages ago and i’m tired of holding this in!

CW: kinda undertones of fwb, unprotected p in v, pet names, love confession

Will’s laid back, arms resting behind his head, eyes stuck on you as he watches you work his cock. Each downward stroke taking him in far enough to feel him later.

Your face is twisted so beautifully, mixed with pleasure and determination. It's all so sincere, so different from the usual quick moments you share, your hands resting against his neck, clit swiping against his pelvis.

And when you go slow, rolling your hips, letting him feel every inch of you. Will bites his cheek, groaning, his hands gripping your hips.

"There y'go," he praises. "You - fuck, you feel good."

"Thank you," you moan out, and he groans. That phrase is new in your vocabulary, and he's so thrilled to hear it. Finally teaching you the sweeter you are, the more you get.

You whine as the tip of his cock finally rubs against your sweet spot. It's hard for you to find on your own, but Will knows it like the back of his hand. He knows you, like the back of his hand.

"You're so big," you cry. "Wanna belong to you, make me yours."

Will’s quick to lean upward, his hands leaving a bruising grip on your hips, his lips hovering in front of yours.

"Yeah? Go ahead and take it, honey. Be mine."

"I'm yours," you promise against his lips. You wrap your arms around him while you keep grinding. Resting your forehead against his. Voice so soft, he could've missed it if he wasn't watching you. "Take care of me."

That's the second he broke, feeling the need to promise. Hold you, care for you, make you his pretty little wife. "I will baby," he gasps, his hands pull you closer.

"Gonna take such good care of you, I promise. I love you, you’re so good to me, so pretty- fuck,"

"You love me?"

"I love you," he repeats, and you smash your lips against his. His cock twitches inside of you and he pants while his tongue slips into your mouth.

"Want you to cum. Inside, please," you moan. "Show me you love me."

[ejudollz]

okay this but taki is a puppy hybrid that comes to the clinic you work in for checkups, like u're just trying to do your job checking his little ears and tail and just making sure he's all healthy and well but the constant poking and prodding gets him needy and desperate and you're kinda just not sure what to do cause he's technically ur patient but he's literally whimpering on the table like idk i think id have to get fired

OHHHHHHSHSJSJD hellz fuckin yeah.. i love this so bad. you'd check his ears, shining a light in them to make sure things are okay also stroking his tail to make sure there's no soreness or tenderness in it. the main problem would come from your praise, talking about how well he takes care of himself. how perfect his canines are and how clean they are. you have to soothe the puppy, keep him calm on your table so his nerves won't be too bad. you'd check his belly, asking him to lay down flat on his back. when you press on his tummy his cock would twitch.. he'd hope soo badly that you don't notice, he'd hope you didn't see it and you don't say anything so he'd think he's in the clear. truthfully you don't pay it much mind, you've studied the body for years, you know it has unexpected involuntary reactions like this. however, the more you touch his belly and the more you check him out he'd start letting out low rumbles, indicating that he's satisfied by your touch. his bulge would grow but he wouldn't be paying much mind by now. his eyes are shut and he's laying on his back, just whining at how pleased he currently is.

you'd be hesitant about what to do and how to handle this but he's such a good puppy.. looks so pretty squirming and whimpering and the final straw would be the way he thrusts up helplessly,, he so badly needs release :(( his hips keep chasing your hand so needily you'd just have to give in to this puppy :(

[allisluv]

MASC JOHANNA MASC JOHANNA MASC JOHANNA MASC JOHANNA AOFMSČCKSČGJOAJFIXBFIX

i'm totally normal about her

Basically a request for a masc (in case it wasn't clear) Johanna smut post rebellion when she's with reader back in District 7 (or 4 helping Annie with the baby, I would be opposed to it) and she's got that short hair that is still hanging but just above her shoulders so that she can't tie it up or anything and she just gets back from cutting up an oak or something like that idk whatever is is that lumberjack lesbians do and reader sees her still sweaty from the workout and idk how request smut but yk what happens then.

I got this idea from your Johanna x movie editor reader mood board and I LOVE the mb and I would love this fic FOR SURE

- 🫐 anon

damn those flannel shirts.

pairing: johanna mason x fem!reader

content warnings: established relationship, set post-rebellion, nsfw, poorly written lesbian smut, fingering, oral, praise kink, dom!johanna, sub!reader, not edited.

word count: 1k

You're halfway through cooking pasta for dinner when you hear the front door slam shut, followed by the sound of your girlfriend’s Doc Martens hitting the wooden floorboards as she treks towards the kitchen. You chance a glance up when you hear her stop walking and your mind just about short-circuits when you set eyes on her.

Johanna's leaning against the doorframe, her arms folded across her chest as she smirks at you. Her hair hangs just above her shoulders, a sight that you still can't get enough of, even now. Beads of sweat are trickling down the junction between her neck and shoulder, and in a matter of seconds, you've abandoned your post at the stove and are climbing her like a tree.

Johanna's noise of surprise gets caught in the back of her throat as you press your lips firmly against her own. She wastes absolutely no time in responding, and she slips her tongue into your mouth. You tug at the bottom of her flannel shirt eagerly and she obliges by pulling it over her head and tossing it into the hallway behind her. "What about dinner?" She mutters in between kisses.

"Fuck the dinner."

Damn those flannel shirts.

You nip at the soft skin of her neck. She gives your hair a sharp tug in retaliation, a quiet reminder that you’re not the one in control here. You ignore her warning and use your tongue to trace a path up the column of her throat.

Johanna positions her hands underneath your thighs and gives a squeeze, silently directing you to wrap your legs around her waist. You waste no time in following her instructions, and as soon as she has a solid grip on you, she carries you toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut with her foot. 

You giggle as she tosses you down onto the bed like a rag doll, carefully enough that you wont get hurt but roughly enough to send a thrill up your spine for what’s going to come. 

She hovers over your body, face set in a line of concentration as she undoes the buttons on your blouse. Once the constricted piece of fabric falls from your body, she throws it haphazardly to one side and toys with the lace of your bra. “Can I take this off?” She asks, voice thick with lust. You nod and that’s all the confirmation she needs. With one hand and years of expertise, she unclasps your bra and groans when the cool air helps your nipples harden.

Flattening out her tongue, she takes one of your nipples into her mouth and suckles, using her hand to palm at your other breast. Your head falls back in bliss as you roll your hips into hers. Her hand moves from your breast and you whine, only to be shut down with a look that tells you to quit complaining. 

She chuckles under her breath when you jut your bottom lip out into a pout. “Such a greedy girl,” she chastises gently, hooking her fingers through the waistband of your lacy underwear and navy sweatpants, and pulling the two of them down at once until they pool around your ankles. “So needy.” She works her way down your body, trailing open mouthed kisses to exposed skin as she goes. 

She stops when she's eye-level with your wet core, and runs a finger through your slick. Clicking her tongue, she asks, "All of this for me?" You whimper in response and she withdraws from you. "Ah, ah, ah. Is that an answer? It doesn't sound like one to me."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes; knowing Johanna, she would just leave you writhing for hours in response to your cheeky behaviour.

Instead, you take a route that you know will work; begging.

"All for you, Jo. Just for you," You say, wriggling your hips.

She lets out a hum of approval and licks a long stripe up your core as her fingers ease you open. "Good girl," She praises, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit before suctioning her lips around it and sucking.

Your head falls back against the pillow and your hips buck into her as a moan slips past your lips.

Johanna uses her free hand to push your hips into the bed and eases another finger into you. You whine at the intrusion, and she's quick to soothe you with another kiss to your clit. The tenderness doesn't last long, because she's quick to suck your clit back into her mouth.

Sex with Johanna is rarely slow-- unless she is trying to teach you a lesson, that is-- and you find yourself hurdling towards the edge so quickly that it makes your head spin. Her movements are consistent and precise as she fingers you open and the added pressure from her mouth as she sucks as your clit is enough to have your thighs closing around her head.

She moans into your core but makes no move to stop you. (You knew she wouldn't, anyway; it gets her off too much). You push yourself up onto your elbows and, just as you expected, you see Johanna rutting her hips into the edge of the bed. A whine is pulled from your throat, and your fingers instinctively find a home in her short strands of hair.

You give a tug to pull her impossibly closer to where you need her the most, and she goes willingly, because, despite being the dominant in the bedroom, she's also fucking whipped.

Her fingers hit that spongey spot that has you seeing stars and your moans grow higher in pitch. Johanna makes a mental note of it and seems to pick up her pace, curling her fingers to elicit that whine that drives her crazy.

She pulls away from your clit to speak, chin dripping with your juices. "You close, baby?"

You nod eagerly, voice coming out as a needy whimper. "Yeah. Christ, yeah, keep going."

"Yes, ma'am." She grins.

[yuellii]

🫐 Furina love-language? If you write for her, that is. I just love her sm igivjcftfttrrjklzxeukgf

⋆｡°✩🫐⋆˙⟡

( when she’s giving. ) — 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄, the lady may choose to hide any wandering affections in faulty self-interests, much like dessert just as sweet as her. In her true nature, it really might’ve just been a safe food to get her feeling comfortable enough to open up.

“I’ve gotten cake for us to share!” she exclaims quite happily, and there is no denying the lightened crinkle at the corners of her eyes, nor the smile that practically beams to her ears. It’s evident, much so in the way her hands slightly shake in excitement when she pushes forth the plate.

She’s been coming to you a lot like this lately, giving treats for the both of you to share, and then spending the rest of the day with you afterwards (And though she’d never reveal aloud: it is quite as superficial as it is, to use these baked sweets as a crumbling excuse just to spend more time with you, over and over again). But when she spends time with you, the brightness in her expression is all the same, even after the dessert.

And speaking of the dessert, do tell her you love it, please; Because if you look close enough to see the flour along her neck or the frosting in her hair, you’ll realize she made all those desserts herself, just for you.

gift giving + quality time

( when receiving. ) — 𝐖𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃 often materialized to the form of drowning tears, one she grew accustomed to fearing the suffocating feeling. To live by those tears for five centuries meant the association of tears with a shattering coldness that dried in freezing trails along her face; So when your hands upon her messy cheeks made her tears feel warm, she swears she really might melt at any second.

“Darling Furina,” when you speak, so gently like she’s cracking glass, there’s a grip that pulls her heartstrings taut against her chest—it’s a pull so desperate and longing, yet not for the freedom she once desired. No, she realized as you spoke, “You don’t have to feel trapped any longer,” that this longing was for you to love her back, to return the feelings that swelled so painfully in her human heart.

“Tell me you’ll stay,” she whimpers fleeting words, stuttered through sobs. Her hands trembling, she grabs at your wrists, steading them in place so your hold does not move away from her face. And the warmth you give her—she feels a genuine love she’s never received these past centuries, one she craves so severely she fears she may willingly drown in your love forever. If only for a moment, she wants to say, but she knows in her chest she’ll crave for much longer.

So when you smile at her, inching closer until she feels your warmth embrace her like the morning sun, you whisper ever so kindly, “I won’t leave, for as long as you allow me to stay with you.” — She feels herself crying harder in your arms.

physical touch + words of affirmation

[msgardengal]

CAN YOU SEE ME?

tags pyotr kochetkov x reader, pure fluff, mediagirl!reader, use of y/n like twice, idk what else to put lol, unedited be warned

ib this tt

tw none

an i tried to make him sound like he actually does with the whole not knowing much english thing? gimme feedback pls

You had worked for the Carolina Hurricanes for quite some time now. Working with social media was easy, you asked questions and made them do stupid things before practice. Each guy on the time had his own opinion about you, Andrei thought you were sweet, Jarvy thought you were a good laugh. One player in particular, who goes by the name Pyotr, had a little crush on you. It wasn’t unknown, every time he saw you he would get what Seth called “goo-goo eyes”.

He was enamored, everything you did was enticing to him. When you would hangout on the bench with the medics during practice he could barely pay attention to block his teammates shots, earning a scolding from the coach. After scrolling on tiktok for a while you had jotted down some ideas to ask the boys before they went on the ice for practice.

Grabbing your work phone and the canes mini-mic, you headed out to the opening in the boards. The boys walked out one by one, answering the question you and the other girls landed on. Who was the players celebrity crush? Andrei mentioned a russian actress he had known since he was little, Martinook mentioned Megan Fox, Jarvy mentioned Brekie Hill — all relatively normal answers — until Pyotr waltzed on out with his stick in hand and his mask pulled up onto his head. “Okay, who is your celebrity crush?” You smiled kindly, holding the mini-mic towards his face so people could hear him mumbling in broken english.

“Y/n,” He responded with a smile, his brown eyes staring into yours. They were deep in a way, easy to get lost in.

The media girls beside you burst into giggles, teasing you with knowing looks. One of them nudged you playfully, “Looks like someone’s got a fan,” she teased, winking as she typed out a message to text the newest guy in her orbit. You couldn’t help but laugh, though you felt a flutter in your chest that was hard to ignore.

“Okay, that’s enough. Focus!” one of the other girls said, trying to pull your attention back to the task at hand. But your mind was still stuck on Pyotr’s words.

As the team started practice, you lingered near the boards, still processing what had just happened. You had always known Pyotr liked you, but hearing it out loud, in front of everyone, was a completely different feeling. It was clear he didn’t mind being the center of attention, and yet, there was something endearing about his sudden revelation. He wasn’t one to be openly vulnerable, but when it came to you, it seemed like he couldn’t help it. Your mind kept wandering back to his words. You had gotten used to teasing interactions and playful exchanges with all the guys, but this? This felt different. You hadn’t realized how much Pyotr had gotten under your skin until now. Every time you glanced over at him on the ice, your stomach did a little flip. You caught him looking your way more than once, a soft smile playing on his lips whenever your eyes met.

Later, after practice, you found yourself near the locker room entrance, finishing up some quick social media posts. You were just about to pack up when you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Pyotr, his helmet off and hair messy, standing a few feet away. The Canes hoodie sitting baggy on his shoulders, along with grey sweatpants that fit his figure perfectly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, a slight hint of nervousness creeping in. “I... I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I... couldn’t think.”

You blinked, surprised by the shift in his tone. “Pyotr,” you started, your heart beating a little faster, “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it”

He scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish for a moment before his smile returned, that charming grin you’d grown used to. “Well, maybe next time you let me know who your celebrity crush is?” he teased, stepping a little closer.

Your heart raced, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

As he lingered for a moment, there was a pause, an unspoken connection hanging between you. Pyotr’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, his smile more genuine now, as if the playful banter was over and something a little more sincere was taking its place.

“Well,” he said, his voice a little quieter, “I’ll be waiting..”

And with that, he gave you a wink and turned to head toward the locker room, leaving you standing there, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You couldn’t deny that the idea of Pyotr having a little crush on you, and maybe even wanting something more, was a thought you couldn't quite shake.

[ratedfleur]

tag, whos completely obsessed with eating you out. Making eye contact with you while tongue-fucking you makes him so hard. He loves seeing all your cute facial expressions and hearing all your cute whimpers as he tongues your hole, thumb circling your clit. BUT plot twist: with him making you feel so good, tears of pleasure start rolling down your face and he swore he couldve came in his boxers right there. SOOO dacryphilia tag???? Thoughts??? I’m going insane 😭😭😭

— 🫐

tag would definitely be so desperate to make you cry and cum too, he would diligently get in between your legs and immediately latch on your cunt, tongue lapping up your slick before toying with your swollen clit before moving down to your hole, flicking the tip of his tongue against the gaps.

even while toying with your hole, he has his eyes fixated on you who kept writhing as you arched your back, moaning as tag kept eating you out.

he even slips a few fingers into you, curling them up inside of you as he’s flicking and sucking at your clit, smiling when he sees you start to tear up and pull at his hair to pull him closer to you.

tag hums against your pussy, making you whimper before you called out to him with a shaky voice. “‘s too much baby..” you sniffle, only to feel tag finger and lick you up with no remorse, only listening to your whimpers and sniffles.

tag purposely hikes your thighs up, pushing them up only to place them on his shoulders, letting him get closer towards your cunt only to properly slurp and suck at your sensitive bits as he fingers you, making you cry out to him before balls of tears start cascading down your face as you try to push him away despite your mouth telling him to keep going.

he smiles before lying his tongue flat against you, flicking his tongue at your pussy like an dog drinking water. you shriek, crying out as you told him you were close.

tag simply hums as he ate you out, watching as you cried out to him before you started cumming on his tongue, making him gleam at the taste of you against his tongue.

[snwusberry]

yeonjun is definitely the type to smile into a kiss

NO I SEE IT!!!

it's the big moment. you're both here standing in front of all your friends and family on this very special day facing each other with big smiles on your faces. you and yeonjun have already said your vows and tears have been shed at the sweet words you've said to amd about one another. you're looking at each other in anticipation as the priest says a few closing words.

"and by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride."

you and yeonjun move closer and he rests his hands on your waist and your arms find their way on his shoulders as your lips touch. as everyone around you guys claps and cheers at the union, yeonjun can't help but smile against your lips.

[semisasseater]

THAT WAS TOO FAR

love..

SUMMARY ‘ ni-ki took his joke a bit too far.

𓊆 尼基 𓊇 x fem!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 582 teasing crying crying emotional distress angst heavy fluff — 类型 fluff angst

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‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : should i write more of crybaby and sensitive reader

Ni-ki had always been playful. He loved teasing you, poking fun at your reactions, and pushing your buttons just enough to get that cute pout or whiny protest. But today, he decided to take it a little further—just to see how you’d react.

You were curled up on the couch with him, resting your head on his shoulder while scrolling through your phone. It was a peaceful moment, but Ni-ki, being Ni-ki, just couldn’t leave it alone.

“You always act like such a baby you know that?” he snickered, nudging you lightly.

Your fingers stilled on the screen as you blinked up at him. “Huh?”

He smirked, tilting his head at you. “You’re so sensitive. It’s kinda cute but also pathetic.”

Your heart sank. He had teased you before, but this felt… different. Harsher.

You shifted uncomfortably. “I-I’m not that sensitive…”

Ni-ki chuckled, clearly entertained. “Oh, come on you get teary-eyed over the tiniest things. What are you gonna cry now?”

That last comment hit too hard. Your throat tightened, and before you could stop it, tears welled up in your eyes.

Ni-ki’s grin faltered when he noticed, but he figured you were just pouting. “See? I was right. You’re such a crybaby—”

A broken sob escaped you.

Ni-ki froze.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you brought your hands up to cover your face, shoulders trembling. “W-why are you being so mean to me?” you choked out, voice barely above a whisper.

His stomach dropped. He had only meant to mess around, to fluster you—but he had never intended to actually hurt you.

“Wait, wait—baby, no, don’t cry” Ni-ki panicked, immediately pulling you into his arms. “I was just joking, I swear. I didn’t mean any of it I promise.”

You curled into his chest, sobbing quietly, and his heart clenched at the sound. He felt like the worst person in the world.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair, rocking you gently. “I was just being stupid, I didn’t think—I didn’t want to make you cry.”

You sniffled against his hoodie, still hiccuping with soft cries. “D-did I do something wrong?”

Ni-ki squeezed you tighter. “No, baby. Never. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just being an idiot.” He kissed the top of your head, rubbing slow circles into your back. “Please don’t think that, okay? I love you so much, and I’m so sorry.”

You nodded weakly, your breathing slowly evening out as his warmth surrounded you. His apologies melted into gentle whispers of reassurance, his fingers tracing comforting patterns along your spine.

“You’re perfect” he whispered. “And I’ll never be that mean again, I swear. Just… please don’t cry anymore, okay?”

Your body grew heavier against him, exhaustion from your emotions taking over. Ni-ki held you close, continuing to whisper apologies and sweet words until he felt your breathing slow, signaling that you had drifted off.

A soft sigh left his lips as he nuzzled against your hair, guilt still weighing on his chest. He pressed another kiss to your temple before allowing his own eyes to close, holding you securely in his arms as sleep took him too.

He was never teasing you like that again.

@semisasseater

[rafessecret]

⋆˚࿔ trailer¡park reader && rafe cameron

TOO DUMB TO THINK.

The air is thick with smoke, hazy tendrils curling through the dimly lit room, clinging to your skin, seeping into your lungs. The couch beneath you is worn, springs digging into your back as Rafe fucks you into it, each brutal thrust shoving you deeper into the cushions. Your body feels weightless, boneless, a pliant thing made only for his use. Everything is slow, syrupy, your mind slipping between the cracks of consciousness, drowning in the pleasure he forces on you. Your limbs are slack, useless, your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused as you stare at the ceiling, watching the smoke swirl above you.

Barry leans against the doorframe, a blunt dangling from his lips, watching like he’s studying a piece of art. The ember glows as he inhales, the scent mixing with the musk of sweat and sex. His eyes are hooded, dark, flickering between where Rafe splits you open and the ruined expression on your face. He exhales slowly, smoke pouring past his lips, lazy amusement curling at the edges of his mouth. ❝Fuck, man, she’s just a dumb little slut for you, huh?❞ His voice is thick, dripping with something that makes your stomach clench, makes your thighs tremble where they’re spread wide, forced open by Rafe’s unforgiving grip.

Rafe laughs, the sound sharp, teeth flashing in the dim light as he drags his fingers down your spine, pressing into your skin like he wants to leave bruises, wants to mark you from the inside out. ❝You don’t know how good she is until you’re the one making her scream, Barry.❞ His voice is rough, strained, pleasure thick in every syllable. His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt, making you jolt, making your back arch, a wrecked whimper spilling from your lips. You’re so far gone, teetering on the edge of oblivion, floating in the space between pleasure and nothingness, between reality and something dreamlike, something deeper.

Barry exhales another cloud of smoke, the glow of the blunt flickering as he grins, sharp and knowing. ❝She looks like a fuckin’ doll, man. You see how pretty she is like this? All fucked out and dumb for you? ❞ He steps closer, the heat of his presence pressing against your skin, making your lashes flutter. His knuckles brush over your cheek, slow and deliberate, his touch light but condescending. ❝Are you even still in there, doll? Or did Rafe already fuck you stupid? ❞

Your lips part, a breathless sound escaping, but no words come, only the softest whimper, the barest acknowledgement that you can still hear them, still feel everything, even if you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything but take what Rafe gives you. Barry chuckles, dragging the blunt across his lips before tapping ash onto the floor, like this is nothing more than some casual conversation, like you aren’t laid out, trembling and wrecked between them.

Rafe grips your chin, forcing your head back, making you look at him, his pupils blown wide, sweat beading at his temples, golden skin glowing in the dim light. ❝Still with us, sweetheart?❞ His voice is sweet and teasing, but there’s a cruel edge to it, a twisted sort of satisfaction in the way you struggle to focus, to hold onto the fraying threads of lucidity. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours, but he doesn’t kiss you, just lets his breath fan over your mouth, lets you chase the contact, lets you beg without words. ❝God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Can’t even fight it, can you? ❞ You shake your head, or at least you think you do, but your body doesn’t really belong to you anymore. It belongs to them. To him. To the hands that grip you too tight, to the mouths that spill filthy words into your ears, to the eyes that devour every little reaction you give, drinking it up like something sacred.

Barry hums, the sound low, appreciative. ❝She’s fuckin’ ruined, man. You got her trained real good. ❞ He drags his fingers over your parted lips, pressing them into your mouth, watching as your tongue flicks out instinctively, your body moving on autopilot, doing whatever they want without hesitation. ❝Bet she’d let you do anything to her right now.❞

Rafe groans, his pace stuttering for half a second before he doubles down, thrusts rough and punishing, pulling wrecked sounds from your throat, your hands clutching at the cushions, searching for something solid in the mess of sensation. ❝She’s already let me,❞ he mutters, mostly to himself, his voice wrecked, his grip tightening. ❝Fuck, baby, you feel too fucking good. Can’t get enough of you. ❞

The heat builds again, sharp and all-consuming, sparking behind your eyes, curling in your gut. You whimper, thighs trembling, body tensing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming. Rafe feels it, curses under his breath, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin. ❝Are you going to cum for me, baby?❞ His voice is hoarse, ragged, desperate. ❝Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over me?❞ Barry watches, grinning, his gaze locked onto the way you fall apart, the way you shatter, moaning and trembling, your body wracked with pleasure, boneless beneath Rafe’s unrelenting pace. ❝That’s it, baby,❞ Barry murmurs, voice low, smug. ❝Give him a fuckin’ show.❞

And you do. You unravel, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you spent, ruined, floating somewhere between reality and something far more dangerous. Rafe groans, burying himself deep, chasing his own high, his breath hot against your ear as he spills inside you, claiming you in every way that matters. The room spins, the smoke thick, the weight of their gazes still heavy on your skin. Barry takes another drag, exhales slowly, watching you through the haze. ❝Shit, man,❞ he drawls, flicking the last of his blunt into an empty bottle. ❝She’s a fuckin’ dream.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : just something filthy and fun <3 hope u enjoy, mwah !! trying to get through anon requests soon, I promise !! also… what do we think about Barry being involved? be honest 

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

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[karaaeilish]

۶ৎ DARE b. eilish

✦ smut(-ish) ౨ৎ synopsis; truth or dare is always more fun when you have to call your best friend 'daddy'

"okay, your dare...call billie ‘daddy’ when she gets back" 

oh shit.

"gosh, come on" you look at your friend and her overly pleased expression, then at the six other people sitting in a circle on the floor, and then at the door where billie’s gonna appear in a matter of minutes. you already regret asking her to get the soda from the fridge.

quite room fills with whispers and giggles as you sheepishly hide your face in your hands.it was unbearable.

well, everyone in this room knew how much you both were in love with each other. except for yourselves. 

two minutes dragged on like an eternity, before billie finally walked into the room, humming a tune to herself. you just knew you were fucked.

ava nudges your shoulder and you put a shaky mask of confidence on your face.

billie hands you the can of cola zero with a soft smile, your fingers brushing lightly. "here you go, babygirl."

you bite your lip before daring to answer her. "thank you, daddy."

at that moment, no one knew which of the two of you was blushing harder. your face remained casual, but billie froze with her hand outstretched in the air. poor girl took a few more seconds before she sat back down in the circle, shifting awkwardly and adjusting the fabric of her pants as if there was actually something there that would give away her instantly growing arousal.

you try to take a deep breath as discreetly as possible, directing your gaze anywhere but at billie. but damn, you wish you could see her face right now.

ava moves a little closer to you until your shoulders are touching. You immediately start to shake. "keep calling her that for the rest of the day."

years of your life flash through your head as you try to figure out what you did to piss her off so much that she's taking it out on you and your stupid crush.

you're brought out of your thoughts by nat's voice, which has apparently been trying to reach you for a minute now. you hum, finally looking up at him. "your turn."

there was actually one silver lining to all this chaos. you knew perfectly well that nat was in love with billie just as much as you were. and damn, it was nice to see his face twist in jealousy when he saw the effect your words had on billie.

"okay..." you gather up the courage to look at billie again, keeping eye contact. "truth or dare, daddy?"

she nearly choked.

"is this... is this—?" she glances at everyone present, but you immediately catch her attention again. "i asked a question."

the sharp confidence in your voice surprises everyone. including yourself. "truth or dare... daddy?"

and she snaps.

"you" billie stands up abruptly, closing the distance between you with one big step. it doesn't take much effort for her to lift your figure into her arms, and carry you away from prying eyes. behind the closed door are all the giggles and whistles of your friends, who think they've successfully accomplished their mission.

billie shuts her bedroom door with her foot and sets you down on the floor, forcing your roles to reverse, because not a drop of your confidence remains.

"daddy?" she steps forward, slightly returning above you. "okay princess, i'll show you daddy."

[ejudollz]

this kind of reminds me of your yuma plushie humper story

omg yes.. like imagine u have him helping do chores around the house and you're busy with the laundry, loading and unloading the wash. you'd start folding clothes and he'd wander off to the laundry area to steal a pair of your panties, he wouldn't be able to resist immediately pressing them to his face and smelling them.. he'd almost moan at it. he'd zone out so much that he can't even think about the fact that he'll be caught if he isn't careful.. he doesn't really care he just wants to put his hand in his pants and touch himself to the smell of your panties. he loves and desires you so much that this is enough for him to get off to like he'd get so hard just from this 😖

[sunspot-ship]

i'm on my period + i'm in hell so...ahh

Kaito is practiced in the art of helping you survive your period, by now. You kinda miss watching him flail around the first few times—it was entertaining, at least—and you definitely miss the insane amount of treats he used to buy for you on those days when you couldn't get out of bed.

It's nice that he doesn't even seem to blink these days, though. Now, he curls up beside you in bed, bringing with him fresh water and painkillers and every soft blanket the two of you keep here at home. His laptop runs ten times faster than yours, but he insists on grabbing yours anyway. The constant loading screens and buffering during the shows you try to watch are part of the charm, he says. Whatever. You like listening to him ramble on about what's on screen more anyway.

[yuellii]

🫐 I'd love anything fluffy involving Lyney and cats that you'd be willing to write!

~ ☆

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𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓; Some card tricks hidden by his hands, nervous tricks upon his sleeve—anything to buy time right now, because Archons, where could I have put it?

Questions of panic ran though his mind as his hands were beginning to calm up, all the meanwhile he could tell very well you were getting bored with how drearily long this performance was getting. He didn’t mean for it to be like this—truly, he really did not! But that damn thing ( thing, meaning the literal main part of this act ) somehow slipped away from his fingertip. “And—!” Ah, no, it was still not inside his hat. “Um, one second.” He’s never been this this terrible of a slip-up in his magic trick before; it was so embarrassing.

( Well, minus that one time he indirectly killed a man and got put on trial, but that’s besides the point. )

“Mrow!”

Oh. Oh no.

Your attention snapped back to the sound of meowing in an instant, eyes drawn away from Lyney’s performance to the little animal that was staring up at you from the sidelines with a wood chip in its mouth. Oh this is bad, the magician internally panicked, So that’s where the little thing ran off to.

You gasped right away, eyes softening at the cat ( who, in turn, decided to drop the wood chip and put on its best glimmering eyes for you ) before you got up out of your seat to pick it up. “Aw, he’s just a baby!” you cry, pulling the cat close.

“Ah haha, good observation…” His smile was sheepish, hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he stood there uncomfortably and forgotten. “Surprise…? I guess…”

You looked back at him, confused—but also, with a cat in your arms.

“That was, um,” he glanced to the side before looking back at you, “supposed to be part of my magic trick. I would pull the cat out of my hat, and then…” He gestured towards your blank stare with his hands, hoping you’d fill in the blanks for yourself. Because he sure didn’t want to do so. Not at all. “And then I’d let you keep the cat as a gift, yeah.”

He has the urge to hit himself at the side of his head.

He doesn’t realize he actually did so, until you called out to him in worry. Ah, he really needs to work on how he acts.