#visions.......... 🙏 save me visions.....

[robinsnest2111]

Benson putting lipstick on Randy, holding his chin for a steady canvas, dragging it along Randy's lips in slow uncharacteristic tenderness, not wanting to risk it breaking off.

Once Benson is done, Randy's lips a striking shade of red, he gives his face a once over. Taking in his diluted pupils, lashes like threads of gold, cheeks sporting a rosy flush, lips still slightly parted from the application process.

[thefallenangel2008]

Idk how to explain it but the hate sex they must have had must have been glorious.

[heartshapedcas]

I'm pleased to report that im finally learning to edit videos :) and also that the 6 million spn and 911 amv ideas I've had over the years will have to wait because my first foray into editing is going to be a grinch taylor swift edit. I fear

[saelings]

Someone needs to make an edit of Mel and Viktor to girl so confusing ft. Lorde I BEG

[shareeffamily]

After visiting the hospital and seeing the doctor, it became clear that Ahmed needed urgent surgery, but the cost was expensive and we didn't have enough money. I don't know how long Ahmed will be able to endure the pain. Please help me get the surgery. Ahmed was born through IVF and was admitted to the incubator due to holes in his heart. He was exposed to artificial oxygen, which affected his eyesight and caused vision problems. You are my only hope with your donation and sharing this post.

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We need your help. The situation is very difficult. You are our last hope. Food, clothes, milk, rent, everything has become very expensive. My son Ahmed needs heart surgery and eye surgery. Save my son so he can complete his treatment and undergo the operation. In addition to my family in Gaza, my father, mother, brothers and sisters are living in very difficult conditions as a result of the war and continuous bombing. We hope you will help by donating and sharing the post 🙏🙏

[gabbolovestea]

Dadgil and baby Nero pls save me 🙏😔 can't get over the fact bro's a teen papa

+ the fuck ass reference I found on Pinterest HAHAHAH saw it and got the vision immediately

[sxorpiomooon]

How do men view you? A pac reading

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Pile 1-

They see you as a damsel in distress also this pile is too smooth with their words and I wanted to say that it's almost as if they lure men in and that was the exact moment this whimsical siren tuning started playing somewhere and this is the vibe that I'm getting. Almost all of the time you are telling men something they know it's bullshit and you are manipulating them but they just let it be😭😭 I see them just sort of not caring. This pile might also be very good with their mouth. LMAOOOO pile one let me tell you, alot of your male friends are only your friends because you do not want anything more or have not indicated anything more yet. None of these guys want to be your friend and I see them waiting for their chance and the moment they get the opportunity they are going to grab it. For some of you, these men might be trying to manipulate you if you are going through a hard time by portraying as they are supporting you but they just have ulterior motives so be careful of those men who support you too much even when you are wrong they just want to go to bed with you the exact words I'm hearing

Pile 2-

ooooo you challenge them and piss them off. This is mainly through word exchange and debating. You challenge men alot and they find you mentally stimulating this pile might have or will have rivals to lovers/ enemies to lovers with someone. Men find you complex and appealing and find themselves drawn to you even when they despise you. You might at times find men starting debates with you over the most silly reasons but it'll just be their own way to talk to you. It's almost as if they are doing all that because they know they won't be able to get you to talk to them normally in other ways. They think you are very high standards too men might restraint themselves from directly confessing to you bc men are scared by women like this usually. They are very attracted to you tho pile two trust me perhaps some of you might have never been in a relationship before it's not because men don't like you it's because they know they can't handle all that

Pile 3-

Alot of men that seemed to or are supposed to have given up on you HAVE not. It's surprising to me to see how men are just waiting for their chance. Alot of men are not your boyfriend simply because you've not yet given them the chance to it's like everyone's waiting for their turn. Are you someone who believes in concepts like fate karma or soulmates alot? I think if yes men might even try to manipulate you into thinking that they are the "one" for you. Men think of you as someone who's cold and sexy I'm also hearing intimidating. Some of you do that latina makeup or that tiktok makeup and they find it very sexy I'm seeing boys teasing each other over your names. You might have alot of rumors about you or misconceptions but girl it's jus bc ur pretty and everyone's talking about you always. Idk if you know this or not but men fight for you alot too or might want to show themselves as heroes in order to get your attention. Men from the same friend group might like you.

Pile 4-

Extremely feminine, if you don't dress extreme feminine and by extreme I mean quite literally extreme you act like it alot. I'm seeing bows, coquette etc anyways men might see you as someone who's very very divine feminine therefore very attracted towards you. They might constantly want to surrender themselves to you oooo this pile is good. You know the game pile 4🙏. Men also see you as someone who is very innocent dainty and deer like. They might also get the illusion that you'll save them this pile has pisces cancer placements I'm also having visions from the love witch it's something similar to that and I keep seeing lana del rey again and again I'm also seeing a deer. Men want to surrender and sacrifice themselves to you completely and might be ready to do alot of things for you😭 you also attract alot of crybabys who might want you to nurture them.

[avenging-fandoms]

Hit Me - Joel Miller

Summary: requested by anonymous- wowowow your Joel Miller angst is CHEFS KISS!!! if you don’t mind, i would love to request even more angst.. specifically the moment he’s about to die (you know the whole abby situation 💔). when ellie and the reader come to save him, abby realizes how much the reader means to joel and thinks it would hurt joel more to harm the reader than to kill him. pls tell me you get the vision! it ends with the reader surviving, and joel too of course — i am such a sucker for protective joel and i need him YEARNING to save reader from abby 🙏

Content warning: torture, violence, very hard before it gets soft. this is a happy ending, VERY different from the game/show

gif divider credit: @enchanthings-a

a/n: this is entirely different from the story line of TLOU but i yearn for happy ending Joel and Ellie so pls let me live. ps: i just finished writing and im so fuckin proud of this one

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Snow crunches under hooves as you and Ellie ride your horse Ginger and Dina on Japan, hurrying to get back to the burning place you've called home the past 5 years.

"Y/N! Wait!" Ellie grabs your jacket and you halt, seeing what her eyes were trained on. More horse tracks in the snow and you get a sinking feeling in your stomach as your eyes follow the tracks up to a cabin. You glance at Ellie and you two didn't have to speak, you just hit the strap against your girl's neck and she was off with Dina following.

Your stomach was right. Joel and Jesse's horses were outside of the eery seeming cabin and Ellie squeezes your jacket before you both hop off. You swing your rifle around your shoulder, taking off the safety and checking that the chamber was full and nodding to the two girls.

Something wasn't right. The air was too cold, eating the nerves off the tip of your nose and making it impossible to breathe. The three of you step inside quietly and take a breath and hold it when you hear a gunshot. Ellie goes to run, but you hear Joel scream.

You turn to Dina and dig into your bag, pulling out matches and smoke bombs. "Holy shit, where'd you get those?" Ellie whispers.

"I made them. Dina, I want you to wait outside the door. If you hear things start to go very badly, light these fuckers up and throw them in, we'll find you." Her teary eyes stare at you and you hold her face. "You're brave, Dina, you can do it."

You look at Ellie and grip your gun again, finger loose on the trigger as you all walk closer to the girl yelling and Joel yelping and screaming in pain. You and Ellie hide on either side of the door, Dina behind Ellie.

She nods at you and you kick open the door. Jesse lays peacefully on the floor in a pool of blood made the anger spread to your hand and pulling the trigger, hitting two people before you and Ellie are wrestled to the floor. A gun nozzle digs in your skulls and they kick your guns away from you.

"Don't!" Joel yells and a girl with a braid looks at you and Ellie, then to her men.

"Not just yet," she mutters quietly. Your eyes widen and breath quickens when you see Joel's leg that’s pouring blood from a bullet wound in his thigh. "Well, now we have a crowd. And who are you?" Her black boots are inches from your face as she crouches down, brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes and smiling at you. You narrow your eyes and twist your legs, but she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head up.

You hiss as she rips hair from your scalp, making you look at Joel. You grab her ankle but the man puts away his gun and sits on your legs, holding your hands behind your back.

"No, no! Leave her alone!" Joel's voice breaks, trying to scoot towards you but he falls over from the pain of his leg, the both of you laying on the ground. "My sweet girl, I'm so sorry," he cries and you give him a smile, a tear falling down your nose.

The girl looks at Joel with a smirk and her tongue against her molar, turning back to you and gripping your hair tighter as she pulls you higher, face inches from yours. "Did you know your boyfriend murdered a whole hospital?" Her voice shakes and Joel bows his head, his shoulders shaking and locking his eyes with yours again.

"Yes," you choke out, watching Joel get himself up again and he tries to move closer, but the cock of a gun stops him.

"Do you care?" Her voice shakes more and the anger in it fuels, more tears falling down your face as you glance at Ellie then lock your eyes with Joel's.

"No."

The room went silent before she threw your head on the floor, your skull bouncing off the wood. "No!" Abby pushes the guy off of you, forcefully rolling you on your back and straddling your stomach, your lip trembling in fear.

"Were you with him when he shot the doctor?" Her fists ball by her sides and you nod slowly, the girl letting out a breathy sob. "Did you try to stop him?"

You blink at her and a tear falls down your temple. "He was going to kill my girl." Your ear rings as she throws a punch to your right cheek. Left. Right. Left. Your head flops with every hit she lands on your face and you taste metal in your mouth when she splits your lip open.

"Stop! Stop! Hit me, Abby, fucking hit me instead! I shot him, hit me! Kill me!" Joel screams, banging his fists on the floor but Abby just hits harder.

Abby stops her hits and huffs her chest, gritting her teeth when she looks at Joel with her bloody fist held in front of her. "I am killing you, Joel," your head painfully flops to look at him and Joel wails. Your face was covered with so much blood he could barely make out all of the bruising in your face. "I'm making you watch me kill her."

Joel's eyes meet yours again and he reaches his hand out to you and your hand shakily goes to reach his, but Abby's heavy boot slams down on your fingers and you scream in pain, which makes you scream more because of the pain in your face. The man kicks your ribs repeatedly, your lungs quickly losing air.

You feel 3 bounces of something on the floor before the room explodes in a white smoke that made it impossible to see. Abby and the guy get away from you but you can't move. Your ears are ringing and your vision is getting blurry as guns go off around you.

A large thud moves your body as Abby lands right next to you, her eyes wide with a bullet hole between her eyebrows. You don't move, you can't. You don't close your eyes, but stare at her and blink. You take in her features, the wispy hair falling out of her braid and her brown eyes slowly dimming life.

"Y/N? Y/N?" Ellie crawls next to you and hovers her hands over your face, tears rolling down her cheeks and she takes a shaky breath. "We have to go, we have to get her help!"

"Where do we go? Jackson is burning!"

"We fucking find Tommy or something, I don't care, we have to save her," Ellie sobs and Joel grunts and whimpers as Dina helps him to his feet. She rummages through her bag and leans him against the wall, tightly wrapping the wound and he hits his fist against the wall.

He nods at Dina and stands, limping as he walks over to you and kneels on his good leg, brushing your hair out of your face. "You're okay, sweet girl, we've gotta get you home. We're going to help you up, okay?"

Joel, Ellie and Dina help you stand and you're light on your feet, falling over and crashing into Joel. He falls with his back against the wall and he cradles you in his arms, his whole body shaking with sobs into your hair.

"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry," he cries and Ellie lets more tears fall, wrapping her arms around you and Joel. You flutter your eyes open and faintly put your hand on Ellie's waist before it falls back to your side, consciousness almost gone. "Help me with her, please. I can't carry her on my own," Joel sniffles and Ellie wraps one of your arms over her shoulder, interlocking her fingers with yours and Dina doing the same thing with your other arm.

Joel picks up your feet and they carry you out of the cabin, Joel hopping on his horse and pulling you up and putting you in front of him, arms under yours to lock your hips in place and ankles crossed over yours.

"Jesse.." Joel starts and Dina turns away, heading behind a tree and Ellie look at the man.

"I know. You go and find Tommy, we'll get Jesse. I promise we'll be there soon," Ellie looks past Joel and sees smoke but no flames coming from Jacking. "Looks like it's okay, you can try to take her back home.

Joel looks at Ellie and to Jackson, then back at Ellie. "You'll be right behind me, nothing else, hear me?" He points at her and she nods and checks on Dina, no fussing or fighting when he points at and directs her.

Joel hits the strap against his Beardy and he's off in a flash. You have no energy, the world dimming and the wind pushes you into Joel's chest. He wraps his left arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall off and rubs his thumb on your side, studying the bruises on your face and crying to himself.

Clickers burn all around the wall, houses and buildings burning with scattered gun fire going off inside. The horse stops when Joel tugs and sees his brother standing in the midst of the ending chaos.

"Tommy! Help me!" He screams, getting the attention of a few people who rush to help but Tommy beats them easily. He looks at Joel who moves your hair, showing your beaten and bloody face.

"Jesus Christ, Joel, what the fuck happened?" Tommy carefully cradles you in his arms and Joel hops down, falling to the ground when he forgets about his wound.

Maria, Seth and a few others help Joel up and follow Tommy who rushes you to the closest building that wasn't on fire, the doctor following suit. Joel swipes everything off the table and Tommy holds your head as he lays you down, tears welling in his eyes.

"Fuck, Y/N," Joel cries and Seth lets him go, Joel's head falling on your thighs and holding you as he sobs.

Someone comes bursting in the door shortly after the doctor starts to assess you, informing Tommy and Maria that Ellie and Dina have arrived back with Jesse wrapped up. They leave the room to help and Seth and the other men pat Joel on the back before leaving themselves.

It was just you, Joel, and the doctor. He grabs a bowl of water and a cloth, handing to Joel to clean you off. "She's not going to die, Joel, but she is hurt. Her jaw is fractured and when she wakes we must monitor her, we don't know if her brain was effected in any way."

Joel nods with quiet tears falling as he wrings out the cloth, the doctor apologizing and patting his back before leaving you and Joel alone. His shaky hand ever so softly wipes the blood from your cheeks, watching your chest rise and fall.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you," he sobs, kissing your arm and shoulder, sniffling and wiping under your nose with the cloth.

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"Joel?"

It had been a month since you last opened your eyes, since Joel heard your voice, since Ellie felt your fingers brushing through her hair. Joel beat himself up every night and day, barely leaving one of the new hospital rooms.

Ellie and Dina would force him home for dinner and his bed, and he barely spoke. Because of his actions, the woman he loves was laying in a bed in a coma, no one knowing and no way of telling when she would wake up, if she ever did.

Joel cried himself to sleep, so loud Ellie would have to come in some nights to calm him down and make sure he was catching his breath. Ellie would cry too, sleeping in one of your shirts, begging and screaming into her pillow for you to wake up.

Ellie was with Dina and Tommy helping rebuild some stores and Joel was cleaning up your hospital room, trying to make himself busy so he wouldn't cry looking at you.

Then he heard you.

It was hoarse, it was strained, but it was you. He spins a 180 and rushes to your side, your eyes still closed but calling his name.

"Hey, hey sweet girl," Joel lets out a breathy chuckle, sniffling and holding your almost healed face. "I'm here, I'm right here."

Your eyes peel open and he was smiling you, beaming like the sun you've missed. "Joel," you breathe, weakly smiling and lifting your hand to hold the overgrown, nearly-grey beard below his tired eyes. "I'm okay," you laugh quietly, Joel laughing with you and kissing your forehead.

He sits next to you on the bed and brushes the hair out of your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"Do you remember what happened?" He asks quietly and your lips fall together in a line. You didn't have to open your mouth, the tears pouring as soon as his sentences stops speaks for you. "It's all my fault. If I didn't shoot the doctor-"

You grab his hand and place it on your chest. "If you didn't do what you did, we wouldn't have our girl," you choke and Joel wipes your tears. "I was there next to you. I did it too, Joel."

He didn't have anything to say, he didn't have an argument. You argued to go in there with him when he begged you to stay in the stairwell and he'd find you after, but you told him you'd fight with him. Joel was overprotective, but at that moment, his words didn't matter and you wanted to help save Ellie.

"I've missed you so much," Joel smiles and falls into your chest, resting his hand on your recovered ribs. You both take in each other, feeling every goosebump on arms and tracing new features.

"Holy shit!" You sit up in the bed and blink a few times before opening your arms. Ellie sits next to you on the bed and falls into your arms with a sob. Your hands hold the back of her head, tucking her face into your neck while you softly stroke her hair. "I'm so glad you're not dead," Ellie pulls away and you laugh and Joel shakes his head.

"I would've missed you guys so much." You look between Joel and Ellie and lay back on the bed, Joel and Ellie squishing in and laying their heads on your shoulders. You grab each of their hands and cross them over your chest, a tear falling down your temple when you kiss the top of Ellie's head, grateful and happy to be alive with your family.

[invincibledc]

Need more pretty boy wonderboy!reader 🙏

“Pretty boy.”

Pair: Supersons x Wonderboy!reader

Summary: It’s hard being the pretty one of the trio. The five times Wonderboy!reader has been called pretty.

Genre: fluff

The first time, was the supersons were just ten. The Amazon male had accidentally made Damian angry, so angry that he didn’t know any insult of that moment.

Jon watched Y/N run fast from the angry tanned boy. He was screaming in Arabic and then Chinese. It was scary as Jon just hide behind a couch as Y/N then forced himself to fly for safety.

Damian threw anything he could at the damned Amazon boy. Practically trying to corner him. “GET DOWN PRETTY BOY!” Damian yells, now in English as he throws a mug at the boy.

That’s when it went silent and time felt slow before the Amazon male spoke up.

“I’m pretty?” Y/N smirks with crossed arms, now the tip of Damian’s ears were red. Jon had to hold the boy back, cause somehow this shorty jumped up and caught the warrior.

The second time, was at a beach. But the beach experience was a little sandy and terrible.

Sand was too hot, Jon had to carry the Amazon male and Wayne. Then Damian stayed under an umbrella as the two strong boys were playing in the water or playing volleyball.

After all that playing, the Amazon male had bought a sandwich, but the sandwich was stolen by a damn seagull which angered Y/N. He was hungry, and no one fucks with his lunch.

The Amazon boy was flying and rushing after that damn seagull. But the seagull then pooped on the Amazon male, made the boy more enraged as he grips the throat of the seagull and made it spit it out. “Ugh…what a waste of time.” The poop was cleaned off but Jon could only smile at the Amazon male.

“You’re so pretty…” Jon says, a love sick expression on his face as the Amazon male had an annoyed expression by the heat beaming on him.

“Jon…now’s not the time.”

The third time, it was random. Y/N was lifting up a car to throw at a robot. With one swift move of lifting the car up, holding it over his head and hurling at the robot. Completely destroying it, the Amazon failed to see some admirers watching him.

Y/N quickly flew around with Jon close to him, Jon user his heat vision to melt anything that dare to get close to the duo.

As the area was cleared, Wonderboy stood there looking around, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see someone his age.

“Hey! Pretty boy, thanks for saving me.” The teen says to the amazon male. “Oh! Um no problem man…” the Amazon teen says awkwardly. The teen his age only smiled. “So like are you—”

“He’s taken.” Robin says quickly, wonderboy nervously chuckled and flew off with superboy close behind as Robin took a piggy back ride on the Amazon’s back.

The fourth time, was when a model agency asked him with agency he was in.

Y/N and the boys were at the mall, relaxing and not paying attention to anything as it was their free day from work and school.

Y/N walked off, wanting to use the bathroom as Jon and Damian were arguing which color would be great for bracelets.

As the Amazon male finished his business and was walking back to the food court, he got stopped by a lady with a clearly blonde wig. “Darling! Do you model? Which agency if you do. I couldn’t help but see your beauty, your pretty structure is what my agency needs.” The lady says with a smile.

“I don’t model…” y/n says softly. The woman cups the teen’s hands. “Oh darling but you would look amazing modeling for me!” She then pulls a card out from her coat. “If you ever want to model for me, find me.” She says, she then walks off.

The older teen looked confused but shrugged as he walked back to his best friends.

The fifth time, was special. The Amazon boy was in the snowy weather. A red scarf wrapped around his neck, the cold hair had tinted some part of the teenager. He blows out cold air with a soft smile. Turning his head, he caught sight of Jon and Damian standing there, looking at him.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongues?” The boy says with a soft smile. Jon immediately speeds over to the Amazon male with a red face, as Damian walked over with a small smile. “Hello Prince.”

“Hey guys..” Jon let go of the Amazon male, cupping the boy’s face. “I’m glad you’re here with us! We got so many presents for you.” Jon says, he then kisses the forehead of the Amazon male. Jon moved back so Damian could get a hug in. “I missed you too..Y/N.” Y/N softly chuckles and kissed Damian’s head. “Yeah yeah, I missed ya guys as well.”

“Yeah we missed our pretty boyfriend.”

[basel1995s]

My name is Basel Ayyad, a 28-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My family of eight was forced to flee the home that once held our memories and dreams in northern Gaza, after it was destroyed by the war. We now live in a small tent in Rafah, in the south, without shelter to protect our dignity or resources to sustain us. Our lives have shifted from stability and safety to unimaginable suffering, as we endure the cold, hunger, and fear, deprived of the basic necessities of life.💔🍉

In the south, we struggle daily just to survive, facing severe shortages of basic resources and skyrocketing prices. Starvation looms over us as we desperately search for a way to feed our children. But the greatest pain is watching my daughter, who suffers from a rare disease that affects her growth and vision, deteriorate before my eyes due to the complete lack of medical care and essential supplies.

We appeal to anyone with a heart full of compassion to stand with us in this devastating ordeal. We are in desperate need of food and basic aid. Every donation, no matter how small, is a lifeline that could save us from this nightmare. You are our last hope to save our lives and the lives of our children.🙏🙏🙏🙏

[scorpioriesling]

OML so good things come it groups of three has had me in a headlock and I don’t want to escape. I have trieddddddd so very hard to find scraps of smth like it and I found nothing😔. So here I am wondering if we the people can get another Liam/Ridoc/Bodhi (or another combination of fw guys if ur feeling silly) x Reader PLEASE 🙏. If you wanna make it a part two or a whole new thing idc Ill eat whatever you give me your writing is AMAZING.

-🎀Anon

Good Things Come in Groups of Three (Round 2)

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Pairing(s): Liam x Ridoc x Bodhi x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, smut

Summary: Studying in the library late at night has your mind wandering… you can blame it on the time of night, the lack of sleep, or simply being alone. Regardless of the excuse, you can’t seem to put those 3 boys out of your mind.

SR’s Note: Thank you for your patience, queen. (; I hope this part 2 measures up to your expectations!! Also, I don’t want to spoil anything, but I do have this group of 3 + reader involved once again!! It’s only a draft right now for Kinktober… so you definitely don’t want to miss out!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Round 1

Your eyes roved over the text, trying to commit it to memory. Jesinia had done you a solid, pulling some of the best tomes for you to study before your test on Friday. Her expertise not only a scribe, but as your friend just might be what saved your grade.

If you could keep your mind from wandering, that is.

You'd caught yourself thinking, more than once, about the utterly insane predicament you'd found yourself in last week. It seemed that every time you turned a page in the textbook, images would race through your mind, each one as dirty as the last.

Liam fucking you in the shower.

Sitting atop Ridoc's face.

Bodhi's dick filling your throat.

...fuck.

You shake your head, the memory only sending more uncomfortable sensations to your core. This wasn't the time, nor the place -- nowhere, would ever be the time or place again. That was a one and done deal; one you'd be much too embarassed to repeat.

As your palms press into your eyes, you turn your attention to the wall clock, trying to make out the numbers it read.

11:57 pm.

Dammit, you hadn't wanted to be here this late. Perhaps all the reading and pouring over the material was good though, as you felt much more prepared for your upcoming exam. However, you'd failed to notice everyone emptying out of the library over the past few hours.

Your breath catches as you glance around, the dark silence of the hall sending a shiver down your spine. You were right, no one was here at this hour; it was simply you, and the stacks of books.

Book stacks you wouldn't mind being fucked against.

Okay, you really had to stop.

Glancing around once more, you slunk down into your chair a little lower, your fingers slowly leaving the table in favor of tracing along your leather pants. The pressure was getting unbearable, every moment of your past rendezvouz replaying in your mind as your panties grew wetter and wetter.

Ridoc's dick felt so good when he made you ride him.

You unzipped your leathers, your fingers slowly making their way underneath. A sigh escapes your lips as your fingertips brush your clothed clit, moving in small circles atop your panties.

Fuck... the sight of Liam jerking off to you too.

A soft whimper leaves your lips, your eyes widening into slits as you glance around one more time. You just had to make sure, certainly, that no one was in here.

Oh Gods... and Bodhi, spanking your ass-

"You do know this is a, public, space, don't you?"

Your eyes fly open, the figure standing just in the shadows of the nearby bookshelf causing your heart to race. Your hand flies from your pants as you shimmy in your chair, working to rezip.

"O-oh my Gods, uhm, oh my Gods-" you fumble, your vision blurred in embarassment as you stare down at your pants. Why wouldn't the damned zipper just fucking work, already?

Your breath hitches as a large, tanned hand moves atop yours. Your cheeks deepen in color, chest still rising and falling as the adrenaline courses through your veins.

"As your trainer," Bodhi says, his voice low. "I'd tell you to fix yourself, and send you to your dorm to finish this matter in private. Alone."

Your eyes slowly look up, meeting his darkened brown ones as he glares at you.

"But, as an interested party, I'm going to tell you to keep going."

You loose a shaky breath, his unforgiving stare a cross between anger and intrigue. You open your mouth to speak, but Bodhi's hand pushes your shoulder back against the back of the chair.

"Don't say a word, Y/N -- you got caught being a bad, bad girl." He tuts, leaning back to sit in the chair next to you. "Now, you answer to me."

You gulp, staying put as he stretches his legs out before him and gets comfortable, folding his muscled arms over his chest. He couldn’t possibly be serious!

"Keep going." He bites out, and you stare at him wide-eyed.

He scoffs. "What, now you can't hear, either? I said keep going." Your fingers fuddle with the waistband of your pants, shaking as you shove your leathers down to your knees.

"Mhm... play with that pussy, like the bad girl you fuckin' are."

Your fingers find your clit once more, the pleasure mounting in your core as Bodhi's eyes are glued to your every move. In an attempt to stifle your moan, your lip catches between your teeth, muffling the whimper. He's hovering over you in an instant, his hand braced against the back of your chair as his lips move mere inches from yours.

"Why so quiet tonight, hm?" He taunts, and you glare up at him as a wave of defiance rushes through you.

"B-because... it's a.. library." You grit out, failing to think of any other comeback. He laughs, full and unabashedly as he shakes his head low, his eyes meeting yours once more.

"You didn't seem to care that this is a library when you started playing with your cunt, though." He draws in a breath, his gaze flickering between your underwear and your face. "Bad riders don't get rewarded, Y/N... they only get punished."

Your heart races as two more figures appear from the shadows, their hungry gazes trained on you and your minstrations. A small swallow in fear is all Bodhi needs before his hands grip at your waist, hauling you atop the table and sending the books scattering to the floor.

"B-Bodhi... what-"

"Ohh, don't act like this isn't what you wanted," Ridoc sneers from beside you. He leans casually against the bookshelf, the obvious tent in his pants indication that maybe he wanted this to happen too.

"Oh, she wanted it alright," Bodhi huffs, grabbing your pants and roughly yanking them down your legs. He shucks your boots off, tossing them over his shoulder before ripping your pants over your feet. "Caught her playing with herself all alone in here."

Liam tsks, flanking the other side of the table as he watches in faux-disappointment. Had they all arranged this? Had they known you'd be in here?

"I-I..."

"Keep your mouth shut," Bodhi demands, yanking his own pants down just enough for his enormous erection to spring free. Your mouth waters at the sight; you'd forgotten how damn big he was.

"You're gonna work off this little violation, alright?" He chuckles, pulling you to the edge of the table so just your ass hung off the wood. His hand wraps around his cock, pumping it twice before sliding it against your soaking folds. You whimper, and he glares down at you.

"And... you'll be quiet if I say so, alright?" He chuckles, pressing the tip of his dick against your hole. "This is, after all, a library."

The sound threatening to erupt as he slides all the way in can only be described as nothing short of a deafening scream. He pushes himself all the way in, his pelvis flat against your thighs as you try and keep your noises at bay. Wasting no time, he yanks his cock out, only to slam back in with so much force that a small wail breaks free.

"Fuck... tight as fuck Y/N," he comments, speeding up as he fucks himself into you. "Squeezing my goddamned dick, baby."

You moan, the sound mixed with the creaking of the table beneath you. Bodhi's breaths come out in short pants above you, his gaze locked onto where his thick length is pounding into you.

"I... oh Gods," you cry out, your heaed turning to the side as you catch sight of Liam beside you. His tongue rakes across his bottom lip, his own cock hardening beneath his palm. The sight alone could make you cum, especially with the way Bodhi is pounding into you-

"Don't you dare cum," he growls, his hands bracing against your hips as he shoves you closer to him. Your gaze switches back to him as he leans over you, each stroke faster than the last as he barely pulls out anymore. "You're not cumming... not fucking yet."

You whimper as his mouth falls open above you, his eyes half-lidded as his thrusts grow sloppy. Your own impending orgasm has built up, threatening to burst any moment inside of you.

"B-Bodhi-"

"Fuck!' He shouts, your skin flush against his as his cock jumps, pumping his release inside of you. His breathing is heavy, his chest moving rapidly underneath the restraint of his zipped flight jacket. Your face twists in frustration, the heat in your lower tummy already receding as he yanks his cock out of you, a trail of clear semen following.

Sitting up on your hands, you only catch your breath for a minute before Liam saunters toward you, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His hands grip your knees, forcing your legs apart as you try and squeeze them together.

"You're not getting off that easy tonight -- I hope you've realized that."

You stare up at the gorgeous male; a dark, starved look crossing his features as he peers down at you. Your chest heaves as he slowly sits before you, only taking perch on the edge of the chair.

Goosebumps erupt across your skin as he leans forward, his lips mere inches from your glistening cunt -- and blows a stream of cool air across your skin. You clench around nothing, the sensation both extremely erotic and frustrating at the same time.

"Liam, please-"

"Ahh ahh," Bodhi tuts, leaning agaist a nearby table. "I said no mouthing off tonight, remember?"

Liam's dimple pops as he smiles, his handsome features only making you wish your cunt was pressed against his lips. You lie back down as he licks his lips once, his fingers softly trailing along the skin of your thighs. You whimper as he continues toying with you, barely able to keep your writhing at bay.

"Is this... what you want?" He says quietly, as his forefinger presses against your clit. You gasp, sitting up on your forearms to look down at his smug expression.

"Yes... oh Gods, please yes-" You grit out, as his digit slowly circles your clit. You squirm against the touch, wishing for more as he slides his finger around your sensitive bud.

"This isn't about you, though." He says, chuckling as he retracts his finger. He glances up at you before rising between your legs, his hands gripping your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. You gasp as your chest presses against the flat wood, and your stomach drops at the sight before you.

Ridoc stands on the other side of the table, his hand fisting his cock furiously as he gazes down at you.

"Open."

It's all you need to hear before widening your mouth, laying your tongue out flat just like he'd like it.

"Fuck... been waiting for this for damn near a week," he complains, slapping his length against your wet muscle. You squeak in pleasure as you feel Liam behind you, his fingers circling your pulsating opening.

"So wet, baby," he coos, as his ring and middle finger plunge into your aching pussy. He plunges them in, again and again-- the embarassing squelch of your vagina gripping his digits bringing a flush to your cheeks.

Ridoc's free hand caresses your chin, guiding his hard length to your awaiting mouth. You suck in a breath as he sinks his cock in, pushing it to the back of your throat as he groans. Gagging around him, he retracts, shoving back in moments later.

"Gods, Y/N -- you've been saving up for us, hm?" You hear the grin in Liam's voice, your cunt pulsating as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Unable to speak as Ridoc continues fucking your mouth, you only groan in response.

Liam curls his fingers, the tips rubbing against the sensitive spot inside -- you feel as though you'll explode. You huff out a breath, tears forming in your eyes as Ridoc continues assaulting your throat. The combined sensations are too much, your orgasm building with each minstration.

"It's a good thing you're so sexy," he laughs, patting you on the cheek with his free hand. "You've been on my mind all week, baby."

Liam retracts his fingers, and you cry out in frustration. Ridoc pulls out too, the emptiness on either end leaving you hot, bothered, and again, unreleased.

"Don't worry," Ridoc chuckles. "We still have more we want from you."

He appears on the opposite side of the table, standing where Liam just was, his open palm landing a harsh slap against the meat of your ass. You whine, only wishing he'd pleasure you more.

You don't have to beg much.

His hands clench around your hips, drawing you up onto your knees and forearms on the table. You wail again as he spanks you, clenching only when you feel his erection slapping against your cunt.

"You want me, huh?" He teases, landing another slap when you don't respond. "You want me to fuck you?"

You scream in pleasure, glancing behind you to watch as he slides his cock in.

"Yes, please Ridoc! Please fuck me-"

Your words are cut short as a hand wraps around your throat, yanking your head to look before you. Liam chuckles, his hands quickly finding your breast as he stands beside Bodhi -- who's guiding his cock to your lips.

"I told you," he grumbles. "Bad girls... have to be quiet."

He shoves his length in, choking you as he pushes down your throat. Liam pulls your hair, keeping your mouth in place as Bodhi fucks his dick down your raw throat. Ridoc pants from behind you, his girth reaching unimaginable depths inside your quaking pussy.

"You like that, huh?" Bodhi shakes his head, plunging his cock deeper in your mouth. "Like taking my cock while Ridoc fucks you?"

Another wave of pleasure racks your bones, the feeling of their dicks in two of your holes almost more than you can take. You gurgle around Bodhi's length as Ridoc's balls slap against your clit, heightening your senses even more.

"Can't... can't take much more," you garble out, and Liam's fingers pinch your nipple.

"You'll take, what we give you."

You squeak, tears threatening to spill over as you try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay. Your walls clench around Ridoc's big cock, each thrust pushing you closer, and closer...

He cums with a gasp, hot ropes of his release splattering across your ass. He heaves as he squeezes your right buttcheek, his spent cock resting against the other. Bodhi grits his teeth before releasing as well, his seed spraying down your throat. He yanks his cock out, and Liam moves to hold your jaw as you muster a cough.

"Swallow it all," he commands, and you do as your told. Bodhi retreats, resting lazily in a chair as the aftermath of his orgasm washes over him.

If only you could feel the same.

You gulp down his salty-sweet taste, your muscles growing tired after your night of pleasure. Well... as much pleasure as you were allowed, orgasm-denial and all.

Liam pulls you off the table, holding you upright as he slowly backs you into one of the shadowed bookshelves. You groan again as he kneels before you, Bodhi and Ridoc flanking your either side.

"We've had our fun with you... do you think you deserve to cum?"

You nod your head at his sultry words, and he doesn't even look away from your glistening pussy as he speaks to the other two.

"Do you think she deserves to cum?"

Bodhi tuts while reaching for your chest, openly palming your left breast.

“I suppose she’s been quite good for us tonight.”

Liam nods in agreement, his lips pressing a single kiss against your folds. Your hips involuntarily buck in protest, a short moan coming out as Ridoc rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Shhhh.. patience, baby.”

His voice alone could get you off, such contrast to his usually irritating tone.

Liam’s tongue flicks out, swiping across your cunt as he rolls his thumb over your clit. You squirm, your breaths coming out in quick bursts.

“L-Liam I… won’t last long-“

He chuckles, the vibration edging you further. Ridoc replaces his fingers with his mouth, leaning in to suck and mark your right breast with his teeth. You lean your head back against the shelves, the feeling of ecstasy finally within reach.

“You wanna cum, Y/N?” Bodhi’s breath skates across your skin, goosebumps arising just below your ear as he squeezes your breast partially hard.

“Such a little tease with these gorgeous things,” he continues, and you begin shaking, the feeling of the orgasm within reach.

“Oh FUCK, I’m-“

Ridoc’s hand claps over your mouth as Bodhi holds you upright. You tremble and shake atop Liam’s tongue, the pent up energy from all night finally reaching its sweet release. Liam’s hands reach around and squeeze your ass, holding you in place as you cum on his lips.

“Anybody in here?”

Your eyes widen, heartbeat quickening as you hear the male guard’s voice ring out through the otherwise empty library. Your eyes meet Bodhi’s, and he holds a single finger to his lips. Shh.

“Hello?”

The voice calls again, and the three of you stand in silence against the darkness from the shelves. After a few minutes, the entry door opens and closes once more, and you finally release a breath.

“Well… that was close,” you laugh, the first real sentence you’d uttered in hours. Surely the sunlight would be peeking through the windows anytime now…

You step toward your discarded clothes, making to grab them and put them on when a strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you tightly against a very bare, very toned chest.

“Oh come on — you didn’t think we were actually finished here, did you?”

[m0chaminx]

Coriolanus Snow | Roses Grow Thorns

*•.¸♡Request: Pls pls pls do a part 2 too the snow x reader fix it was so amazing and I want more of them 🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️🩷

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: Coriolanus, Cori isn't insane (ish), Snow is slight ooc, jealousy, hurt comfort, fluff ending

*•.¸♡Paring: Coriolanus Snow x F!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: Coriolanus learns his favourite flower grows thorns

Or

You confront Coriolanus about his relationship with Lucy Gray

*•.¸♡Words: 2k

Part 1

People danced, swaying with their partners in a circle as you stood on stage, strumming your guitar and singing to the crowd. Lucy had just finished the first half of her set, so you took the stage to fill the silence. Coriolanus sat with Sejanus at a table across the room, large glasses of some sort of liquor. Coriolanus looked up at you and smiled.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Your voice trailed off slightly as Lucy raced to Coriolanus and Sejanus, throwing her arm around his shoulder and leaning between them. You shook your head and continued to play, trying to ignore Lucy Gray practically hanging from Coriolanus’s arm.

Jealousy, an unwelcome guest, clawed at the edges of your heart, leaving an ache in your chest. No words had been exchanged, and no actions had passed between you two. It overtook the corners of your mind, urging you to believe that Lucy Gray should sense the unspoken connection threading its way between you and Coriolanus.

Each shared trip to the lake, every stolen moment when Coriolanus chose to spend his fleeting free hours with you — these fragments of time saved in your mind like photos in an old book. Yet, as you observed Lucy Gray standing there, a vision of radiant smiles and hushed confidences exchanged with Coriolanus, a wave of emotion surged. It was as if the world momentarily lost its colour, and the whispers of uncertainty left an indelible mark on your heart.

You clenched your hand, trying to ease the shaking in your hands.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Every night for the past week following that evening, Coriolanus Snow would tap gently on the glass of your window. You would turn your head and he would smile, the same bright smile that made your stomach flip and fill with butterflies. You crept across the wood floors and opened the window, looking down at the blue-eyed boy. “Are you busy?”

You would simply laugh at him. You grabbed your coat and slipped out the window, Coriolanus gripping your waist to help you down properly. He would smile, slip a scarf under the window to close it without locking it and you would slip away unnoticed, descending into the velvety embrace of the night.

In those quiet moments, Coriolanus would slip your hand in his own, his warm hand covering yours as he laced your fingers together. He guided you through the dense labyrinth of woods, you knew these woods better than he did but through the nights as he led you to the lake, you questioned if you ever knew them at all. 

The Mokingjays sang into the night as if calling to the small fireflies to light the way. “I brought matches,” Cori said, looking back at you. He tugged on your hand bringing you closer and you couldn't help but think about Lucy Gray running her hand along his shoulders. “We can light a fire. Maybe catch some fish.” You nodded and Coriolanus smiled.

You reached the lake and Coriolanus set his bag down, quickly gathering everything to start a fire. You walked to the edge of the water, your mind running faster than you could even start to comprehend. “Think we’ll catch anything?” He asked, stopping to look up at you.

You looked back over the water, looking at the fish no bigger than your palm swimming just above the sea floor. You shook your head, keeping your eyes on the moonlight dancing on the waves of the water. “Nothing big enough to eat,” You said. Coriolanus nodded and turned back to the fire.

Once the fire was made you sat on the ground beside him, leaving enough space so your shoulders didn’t touch. You both sat in silence, Coriolanus’s knee bouncing softly. 

The flames danced and flickered, the golden glow flickering in Coriolanus’s blue eyes, you settled onto the ground beside him. You shifted slightly, making sure your shoulders didn't touch. The silence stretched between you, Coriolanus's fingers drumming against a stick he held in nervousness.

Coriolanus's knee bounced softly, mirroring the unsteady rhythm of both your hearts. The mere inches that separated you felt like an unbridgeable chasm, as long and confusing as his thoughts. “Did I do something?” His voice cut through the silence like a knife and you turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed. “You seem distracted. You’re not talking like you usually do. You’re sitting far away.” You bit your lip and shrugged softly. “What’s wrong?”

“What did I sing tonight?” You turned to face Coriolanus. “Tonight. I sang, I wore the red dress so everyone could see the white rose you gave me. But what did I sing?” Coriolanus stammered. “You don’t spare a second glance at me during our shows, you talk to Sejanus when I do perform and you let Lucy Gray hang off your arm like she was yours.”

He spoke your name softly, trying to shuffle closer but you stood quickly. “Don’t do that Cori,” You pleaded. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll see you later.” You turned on your heel. Making your way back through the woods.

Coriolanus sighed, dropping his head into his hands as you walked from his view.

The next morning you stared at the ceiling, stretched out on your small bed. You twisted a small rose between your fingers, the thrones pricking your skin occasionally. The knock at the window made you jump. You turned your head to look at Coriolanus standing on the other side, smiling ever so slightly. You sighed and set the rose aside before walking to the window and pulling it open. “Corio-”

“Don’t talk,” he said quickly. “Don’t say anything, just follow me.” 

“Cori-”

“What did I just say?”

A frustrated huff escaped you as you forcefully closed the window, shutting out the annoying sounds of crickets. Pulling the blinds closed with a swift motion covering Coriolanus’s face, but you caught his smile dropping. You donned your jacket and stepped out the front door, stopping in front of Coriolanus just as you turned the corner. He extended his hand, a warm smile playing on his lips. Suppressing the annoyance that still simmered beneath the surface, you offered a muted response, "Just lead the way," your words carrying a hint of resignation.

Coriolanus nodded and started to lead you through the woods, the sun still yet to rise properly. “You sang I Wanna Be Yours,” Coriolanus muttered. “No, I didn't ask Lucy Gray. You wrote it after you met your old girlfriend but you haven't sung it since. That’s why it was so important to you. And why you wanted me to remember it.”

You hummed and tried to hide your smile. “So you were paying attention.”

Coriolanus spoke, low and earnest, his gaze fixed on you. "I always pay attention," he assured, a sincerity etched into his words. The weight of his gaze, coupled with the firmness in his tone, sought to reassure you. "And nothing is happening between Lucy Gray and me. She was helping me with something," he explained, his words carrying the weight of truth and an unspoken plea for understanding.

“Which is?”

Coryo smiled, “Keep following me.”

You followed Coriolanus, walking in silence until the sun rose completely. He stopped at a rock wall, a small dirt trail winding around it. He reached out, slipping his hand into yours and leading you down the track. “Roses don’t grow in 12, the ground is too hard,” Coriolanus started. “Lucy Gray told me just beyond the rock wall there is ground soft enough to grow flowers. Sejanus used his father's money to get some seed and…” Coriolanus stepped aside as you reached the bottom of the track.

You smiled, Coriolanus’s hand slipping from yours as you stepped further into the growing rose field. Dozens of rose bushes had started to grow, small red and white flowers sporting. Small raindrops covered the flowers, the sun reflecting off of them like diamonds. You crouched, smiling as you ran your hand along the rose petals. 

A soft smile played on your lips, and Coriolanus's hand tenderly released yours as you ventured deeper into the growing rose field. Rows of rose bushes, adorned with tiny red and white blossoms, unfold before you, blossoming like a garden from the Capitol. Small raindrops adorned the delicate petals, capturing the sunlight in a dance that shined like diamonds. Your heart swelled. You glanced back at Coriolanus who shared the same smile.

You carefully crouched down, your smile growing as you traced the velvet texture of the rose petals with your fingertips, each delicate touch slow and careful as if the rose would fall apart. Coriolanus smiled as he watched you, his stomach filling with butterflies as he waited for you to speak. 

"Wait..." The urgency in your voice sliced through the air as you stood, swiftly pivoting to face Coriolanus. His smile disappeared, replaced by a stark seriousness mirrored in your eyes. Your heart fell to your stomach as your voice shook, "You said Sejanus got the seeds from his father. If the Peacemakers find out, they'll take you away." The gravity of your words hung heavily in the charged atmosphere. “Cori, they’ll take you to the hanging tree-”

“They won’t,” Coriolanus said quickly. He stepped forward holding your face in his hands, his thumb tracing the lines of your cheekbones. “No one is going to take me away. No one is taking you. Or Sejanus, or Lucy Gray.” You raised your hand, settling it on top of his. “This place is ours, yours and mine. No one is going to take that.”

Yours and mine.

You smiled, laughing softly as you looked up at Coriolanus, his blue eyes meeting yours. “You got me roses?” You asked.

“You said you liked the Capitol flowers more,” Coriolanus remembered. “I can’t exactly take you to the Capitol, so I thought I’d bring the best part of the Capitol here.”

“Besides yourself.”

A warm smile graced his features as he leaned in, closing the distance until his forehead gently met yours. "Do people in the Capitol kiss differently than the districts?" His inquiry, spoken in a hushed tone, carried a hint of curiosity and a touch of playfulness.

“I think…” you leaned up slightly, bumping your nose against his, “you should find out.”

The brush of his fingertips against your jawline, tracing a delicate path along your skin, igniting a shiver that danced down your spine. As he cradled your face, your breath hitched in anticipation, your eyes staring at his chapped pink lips. Drawing you closer, the final shared breath seemed to linger, suspended in the charged atmosphere, before he sealed the connection with a kiss that felt like a spark that lit a fire. Your heart echoed the rhythm of the thousands of times you had dreamed of this moment and your hands instinctively wound around the back of his neck, the embrace pulling him closer.

Your stomach twirled, filling with butterflies as one of Coryo’s hands moved to wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer. He pulled away, his breath coming out in small pants, your breath in sync with his. You opened your eyes, looking up at his half-closed eyes tracing over every part of your face. “I love you, Coriolanus Snow.”

He whispered it back.

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[rinhaler]

I saw that the blue lock requests are open again (maybe?)

And...I'm just going to throw this here :

Threesome between Karasu/Otoya and reader. 🙏😔

they both drive me WILD thank u very much for this one

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon (they've been clubbing so all a lil drunk!), threesome, pet names (sweetheart, doll, baby etc.), cumming untouched, throat fucking/oral sex (m!receiving), vaginal sex, slight use of a vibrator, choking, dacryphilia, noncon photo taking! — lmk if i missed any!!

words: 1.6k

“I d-don’t do this often…” you whisper, barely able to speak as two pairs of lips decorate your exposed skin in blooming blue love bites. Your skin pimples over from the chill as the air hits the licks and laves left by desperate tongues. Eyes roll pathetically until your eyes are nothing but white, your vision succumbing to the pleasure of being groped and manhandled by not one but two men. You hadn’t expected what was intended to be an innocent night out with your friends to turn into this.

“Yeah? S’that right? You've had two guys bring ya home before, sweetheart?” Karasu smirks as his hands dip to the small of your back; ultimately deciding to wander in an instant to grip the globes of your ass.

His hands have you reeling as you struggle to decide whether his touch is rough or soft. Perhaps, calculated. He strategically grabs and pulls you closer, almost hypnotising you into raising your leg to wrap around his waist so he can carry you to your bedroom.

Your apartment is silent save for breathy whispers, eager panting and footsteps as Eita searches for your bedroom. His walking halts, a grin and soft chuckle escaping his lips as Karasu gently spreads your ass whilst he holds you. Your body flushes with heat instantly as your sticky pussy following suit and spreading open soon becomes the loudest sound in the fucking apartment.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think there was an echo. The sound repeating incessantly with the sole purpose of humiliating you. It’s dizzying, really, you can barely keep your thoughts aligned as it rings through your ears again and again.

“I meant I don’t bring guys home often,” you say, finally responding to his question in a bid to distract them from the obscene lewdity dampening between your thighs. “I’ve never done this.” you assure them.

“Pretty pussy is soaked already,” Eita smirks. “Where’s your room, gorgeous?”

You point before looking away in shame, your chin soon gently captured by Karasu as he somehow manages to hold your frame with one arm and carry you to where you had pointed. He plants his lips on yours, humiliation soon becoming a distant memory as your hips instinctively roll against the hard on you can feel stirring to life in his pants.

Eita doesn’t shy away from rummaging through your bedside cabinet, distracting you away from Tabito as your attention is piqued. You yelp, quickly, as you feel yourself thrown from him and onto the bed. He eyes you hungrily as he begins to undress, purposefully taking down button after button from his dress shirt. Eita looks over his shoulder with a smirk before he faces you fully, bending down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue massages yours, and you whine into his mouth pathetically.

“Do you have anything fun we can use to play with you, doll?” he asks, attaching his lips to yours soon after. “If you don’t bring guys back here often, ‘m sure you’ve got some pretty toys.”

You shake your head softly though your skin burns again as you think about your little makeup bag in the top drawer. You’re distracted, momentarily, as Karasu climbs over you again. His pants still on, but unfastened. The peak of his underwear beneath the material makes you all too aware of the sweat beading down your temple.

“T-There’s a bullet… in the glittery silver purse in the top drawer.” you confess, wrapping you arms around Tabito’s neck as you begin to make out once more. You moan into it, it’s so whiny and eager as he begins to rut his hardening cock into your dripping clothed mound.

“Is that all? No wonder you’re so cock hungry if that’s the best you have…” Eita says calmly but retrieves it anyway. You’re barely listening to him, too lost to the feeling of Tabito’s body against your own. He breaks away to dip his fingers beneath the material of your skirt, patience wearing thin as he yanks the black cotton panties from your aroused core.

“Looka that… you’re fucking drenched, sweetheart.” he smirks. He spreads your legs apart roughly and effortlessly moves your body so that his partner in crime can get a better view of your shimmering flesh.

Eita grins as he retrieves the powder blue bullet from the top drawer. Your skin feels electric as you’re put on display, Karasu keeps your legs pried open and your cunt pulses with each breath you take. He’s a tease, too, kissing your inner thighs and taunting you with the notion of placing his lips where you need them most. It’s torture, hearing them both chuckle and tease you as your hole drools more of your tantalising essence.

You wince, but are almost entirely silent as Eita’s heavy hand wraps around your delicate neck. He squeezes, carefully, pushing a button on the vibe until it whirrs loudly. He lowers it to your sex but too far away to feel any benefit. It’s hovering just shy of your clit while he squeezes your throat almost lovingly.

The way they’re both riling you up, you think the way the vibrations adjusting the air currents may be enough to make you cum. He pushes you down by your throat so that you’re flat against the mattress, and your body instinctively begins to jerk.

“Think she’s gonna cum… we’ve barely touched ya, darlin’. Your pretty cunts twitchin’.” Karasu announces. His lips travel up your body and his teeth bite into the seam of your skimpy crop top, pulling upwards until your breasts spill free. He kisses the soft skin before his teeth gently skim your peaked nipple. And, at that, you moan raucously. Otoya still hasn’t granted you the pleasure of the vibration pressed fully against your cunt, and Karasu decides to fuel to fire. His fingers delicately dance against your inner thigh and the crease.

“Fuck!” you cry, their torment becomes too much. You cum practically untouched, your pussy spasming and clenching around nothing as you whine in ecstasy. They both laugh, almost cruelly.

“Desperate little girl… ya really are cock hungry, huh?” Karasu reiterates. “Think we should give it t’her?” you recoil as his heavy palm slaps against your tremoring heat.

“Mmm, move her, want her head hanging over the mattress.” Eita commands. You’re moved with ease, your head lolling over the side of your bed as he looks down at you. Even upside down, you can see a wicked gleam in his eye. He throws his t-shirt over his head and unfastens his jeans. Your eyes almost cross as he reveals his own hardened length.

He's pretty.

Every inch of him is pretty.

He pumps it a few times, pearlescent pre leaking from his slit before he smears it across your lips like gloss. He smirks when you lick them, a sensual bite following soon after as the taste stirs your arousal.

“Dirty girl,” he says. With one hand, he guides his cock into your mouth before wrapping his palm around your throat. He begins to thrust, finally lowering the whizzing vibrator to your pulsating clit. “Ah, fuuuck.” he moans as he feels your throat hum around him.

“Hey,” you flinch as you feel Karasu slap your tits. “Don’t forget who’s gonna cream your pretty cunt, baby.” he says smugly as he guides his thick length to your clenching slot. He throws his head back, the tightness of your warmth hugging him is a sensation close enough to paradise he’d be happy to die right here and now.

“She’s such a little slut, swear she clenched when you said you were gonna fill her up.” Eita smirks, biting his lip as he feels your throat bulge from each roll of his hips. He withdraws his length, cooing as you sputter and drool as he allows your breathing to steady.

You’re almost sobbing, tears spilling from your eyes as Tabito begins to fuck into you furiously, the little toy barely contributing to the overall pleasure you feel.

“Gonna take it, aren’tcha baby? Gonna be my li’l cum whore.” he asks, fingers gripping into your sensitive skin as he continues railing you at a ruthless pace. And you nod, desperately, it’s all you can do as the heady feeling of bliss overwhelms you.

Otoya soon deprives you of your airways again, missing the feeling of your wet throat choking him.

Your body writhes as you feel another orgasm desperate to rip through you. Otoya has abandoned the pathetic little bullet in favour of his own pleasure, it’s all he was ever concerned about anyway.

Karasu moans, almost roaring as his primal instincts take over. He chases his release, and Eita does the same. They can’t help but laugh as you are the first to succumb to it, your little body spasming between them as you get off from being nothing more than their fuck toy.

You feel warm fill you at both ends, Karasu pants heavily as he withdraws his length and watches his seed spill from your cute little hole. Otoya grins as he hears you once again sputter around his length, he pulls away and can’t help but admire your absolutely ruined face as cum dribbles from your lips. Your mascara has smeared so beautifully, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more captivating sight.

“Wasted my cum, baby… at least you look cute.”

Instinctively, he pulls out his phone to take a picture of you. Karasu follows suit, taking a multitude of photos of your leaking hole.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. They’re jus’ for us.” Karasu assures you.

Eita squeezes your cheeks until your lips pucker, they’re so swollen and shiny from spit and cum, your little pout has aided to his favourite photo of the night.

“Good job, pretty girl… not through with you though. I want a turn with your slutty little cunt.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[save-the-villainous-cat]

These people and their WEAK stomachs. May I perhaps suggest a little bit of villain whump to stir the pot? If you are taking suggestions at this time that is ����🙏

P.S. Your writing is so yummy, it shall feed my family through the winter 😌

“Get up.” Blood poured out of their mouth as they spoke, but by now they were more than familiar with the metallic taste on their tongue.

Despite the pain in their chest, despite the broken bones, the villain’s eyes went to the hero. The hero who was lying there, lifeless. No response. No muscle moving, hell the villain didn’t even know if they were still breathing.

The villain’s eyes were wide open. Their heart was waging war on their own chest.

They wanted to scream at that cursed hero.

“Get up,” they said again. Their voice broke. They stared at the hero’s body. “Get up.”

The villain tried to push themselves up, but to their surprise, not only their wrist but also their entire arm was broken. They fell to the ground again, stared at that useless right arm of theirs.

It was hard to focus. Their vision blurred. Pain took over. Their breathing was abnormal. Blood was everywhere and they couldn’t get enough oxygen back into their lungs.

The hero was saving people. They weren’t supposed to bleed to death here. They weren’t supposed to die here, being drugged and beaten.

They weren’t supposed to try fighting back, pushing themselves in front of the villain. They weren’t supposed to leave the villain here alone.

Involuntarily, a devastating sob escaped the villain. They put their entire weight on their other arm which was only slightly doing better than their right side. Their eyes found the hero again and they refused to let them rot there on the ground in their own blood.

The hero had a family. They had friends. They had pets. They were popular, they were liked. Hell, if one of them was to die here, it was supposed to be the villain who had sinned enough for the both of them.

They pushed themselves up anew and managed to crawl towards the hero — that sweet godsend of a human being. That empyrean blessing.

“Get up.” By now, the villain was begging. “Come on, get up. Don’t do this to me.”

They grabbed the hero’s shoulder and rolled them onto their back.

Their hero was unsettlingly pale. Drained of all their brilliance. Blood sticking to everything.

Nose smashed. Ribs broken.

There was a pulse. Not much of it, though.

“Wake up.” The villain leaned over their hero, put their hands on the hero’s cheeks. “You’re fine. We’re fine, you stupid—”

The villain couldn’t put any malice behind their words. They simply cracked.

“You stupid—” They took in a deep breath. “I need you to wake up. You wanted to quit this job, you told me last week was your last mission…I…you—”

The villain swallowed blood and saliva. They shook the hero gently, took the hero’s hand.

“You stupid thing,” the villain whispered. “You’re graduating in two weeks, what the hell are you doing?! You have your entire life ahead of you, why did you do this?!”

Even though their throat burnt, the villain nearly screamed. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t…the hero wasn’t dying, were they? They couldn’t…

The villain took in greedy gulps of air and continued to shake the hero.

“Wake the fuck up or I’ll…or I’ll kick your stupid ass, you dumb…”

What the villain would give right now to see that smile they proclaimed to hate. They imagined what it looked like. That blinding complacent smile.

But there was only this grey version of the hero under them. This joyless version.

The villain barely recognised them anymore, they didn’t recognise their hero.

And there it was. The villain lost it completely. They couldn’t hold back the tears, they couldn’t hold back those shattering sobs.

“I didn’t ask you to— I didn’t want you to—” they said, screamed rather. “Your cat is waiting for you at home.”

The villain shook the hero’s body desperately, but there was no response. Despite their efforts, the hero didn’t wake up. Didn’t squeeze their wrist. Didn’t say a word. Although the villain had ignored their own injuries, the pain quickly caught up to them and they exhausted themselves until they couldn’t hold themselves up anymore.

They eventually laid right next to the hero, one arm around the hero’s torso, their face buried in the crook of the hero’s neck. The villain pulled them close, close enough that they could finally smell the hero instead of the blood.

Their hero. The villain’s.

Spent, the villain closed their eyes.

And that is how the both of them were found.

[mistywaves98]

first time requesting but oh my goodness meena i need more loser scara pretty please 😔🙏🙏

I feel so awful today and was in the mood to write something about Scara, so here I am

✧･ﾟ:* ->Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fingering, Scara is down bad, Mirror sex, Slight bondage, Praise (pretty girl, good girl), Pussy slapping (once)!

Scaramouche just couldn't get enough of the way your pretty pussy looked wrapped around his fingers. A wide, lopsided grin adorned his face as he observed the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. You were on his lap, legs spread wide as he held your back against his chest. One hand held your thighs apart, the other knuckle deep inside of you.

His eyes were fixated on the sight of your cunt sucking him in as he slowly pumped his slender fingers in and out of you while you whimpered sweetly for him. You were squirming in pleasure, hands tugging at the sort rope that bound your hands behind your back, leaving you at his mercy as he tortured you with the snail's pace he was moving his hand at.

Every drag of his digits left you shuddering, hips bucking desperately into his palm as you begged for him to move faster. The consistent movement caused your ass to brush the bulge in his pants one too many times, making him grit his teeth before moaning as your walls tightened around his fingers,"Fuuck... Your pussy's so tight, clenching around me so fucking hard— Hnn— Stop moving so much, it's like you're trying to rile me up on purpose..!"

"I'm not, I-I swear! Just pleasee move your fingers a little faster...! I can't—!!" Your plea is cut short as a sharp slap is delivered to your pussy, making you flinch the sound resonating throughout the otherwise quiet room, save for a couple gasps and moans,"You can and you will take it." Scaramouche says in a tone that leaves no room for arguing and before you know it, his fingers part your slick folds once again, three digits sliding in easily with a wet squelch as he thrusts them at a faster pace.

Your face is flushed and sweaty, jaw gone slack as pitiful whines and groans escape your parted lips. The pleasure clouds your vision, eyes going glassy as your mind becomes a blurry haze. He relishes the sight, looking at the mirror intently as the urge to make you cum becomes more apparent. The hand hooked under your thigh goes to slip under your shirt, up to your braless chest where he proceeds to play with the soft mound of flesh there, giving your erect nipple a hard twist when you least expect it.

The added stimulation makes you even wetter, your essence soaking his lap as your orgasm approaches. Scaramouche realizes this and his thumb begins to massage your puffy clit in gentle circles while his fingers curl and hook against your sweet spot, smirking as he feels you jerk in his hold and squeal,"Ohh, you like that, huh? Come on, that's it, moan for me, pretty girl. Wanna hear your sweet fucking voice as you squirt around my fingers.."

Your face contorts into an expression of pure bliss as your head falls back against his shoulder, your climax so close now. And it doesn't take long before you're cumming hard around him, warm juices coating his fingers as your body trembles. He gets a full view through your reflection, almost cumming in his pants himself at the utterly erotic sight of you coming undone around him.

After helping you ride out your high, he removes his drenched fingers from your swollen pussy, admiring the mess you've made on them before sucking and licking off the tasty nectar. Scaramouche cradles you close, his cock still rock hard, but you're clearly exhausted and his pleasure can wait. Seeing you take his fingers was good enough anyway. He buries his face in your neck, occasionally nibbling and running his tongue over the sweaty skin, feeling his face flush at the salty taste before murmuring in your ear,"You took me so well, good girl. As much as I'd love to fuck you on my cock right now, I think it's better if we go prepare you a nice bubble bath. Wait here, I'll start running the water."

[aventurineswife]

Salutations, I come to thee to make a request!

I implore you, conjure one of your fine works of art under the concept of Jiaoqiu with a half-feline reader.

A fox and a cat, I wish to read such a work. And if it were to be you writing it, why, the letters upon the page shall radiate with divine light!

I give you my deepest gratitudes. 🙏

A Fox and a Cat, Entwined in Fate

Summary: Jiaoqiu has spent years mending the wounds of war, though he remains unable to heal his own heart. When you—a half-Feline warrior—enter his life, curiosity and quiet understanding bloom between you. Through late-night conversations and unspoken gestures, you begin to unravel each other’s loneliness, finding solace in the company of another night-bound soul.

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Half-Feline Reader, Mutual Understanding, Gentle Intimacy, Healing, Emotional Growth, Quiet Moments.

Warnings: Mentions of War and Loneliness, Mild Angst with Comfort, Implied Emotional Wounds.

A/N: what's up with the old english?! 😭🙏

The scent of medicinal herbs clung to the air, blending with the faint aroma of simmering broth. The flickering lanterns cast warm, wavering shadows upon the walls of Jiaoqiu’s study, where the famed healer sat, his fingers carefully arranging delicate porcelain bowls upon the low wooden table. The nine-square grid of his medicine was set before him, a system of balance and restoration—one he had perfected over years of turmoil and reflection.

Across from him, you watched in quiet fascination, your feline tail curling idly around your waist. Your ears twitched at every soft clink of porcelain against wood, attuned to the subtle movements of the blind Foxian before you.

“Your presence is heavy with silence,” Jiaoqiu mused, his voice carrying the same gentle warmth as the steam rising from the bowls. Though his eyes remained closed, a serene expression graced his features. “Is it curiosity or skepticism that stills your tongue, little cat?”

You exhaled a soft huff, amused by his ever-poised manner. “Neither. I was simply watching. Your hands—” you hesitated, “they move as if your eyes still see.”

A ghost of a smile curved his lips. “Perhaps they do, in a different way.” His fingertips brushed lightly against the rim of a bowl, and though his eyes did not open, he tilted his head in your direction. “Sight is not always bound to vision, just as medicine is not always bound to the body.”

You frowned, mulling over his words. Jiaoqiu had been an enigma since the moment you’d met—a healer, a strategist, a man burdened by the weight of his own wisdom. And yet, there was something about him that called to you, like a whisper in the wind, elusive but ever-present.

“You sound as if you’re speaking of me,” you murmured, your tail flicking behind you.

Jiaoqiu chuckled, a quiet sound, like falling leaves. “Do I? Then perhaps it is because you are much like a medicine yourself—restorative, sharp at times, and not always easy to swallow.”

You felt a warmth creep up your neck, but you masked it with a scoff. “And what ailment do I treat, Healer Jiaoqiu?”

His fingers stilled over the grid of bowls, his expression softening. “Loneliness,” he said, so simply that it sent an unexpected pang through your chest.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, save for the distant murmurs of the Yaoqing encampment outside. You lowered your gaze, your claws lightly grazing the fabric of your sleeve. Loneliness. It was an affliction you knew well—one that crept into the quiet moments, sinking its claws into your heart when you least expected it.

Jiaoqiu, despite his composed exterior, bore the same wounds. His hands healed others, but who, truly, had ever healed him?

With a careful motion, you reached out, your fingers grazing the back of his hand. He did not flinch. Instead, his palm turned upward, meeting your touch with a quiet understanding.

“A fox and a cat,” he mused, his voice softer now. “Two creatures of the night, wandering different paths, yet drawn by the same moon.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Is this your poetic way of saying we’re alike?”

His fingers curled lightly around yours, a touch neither forceful nor fleeting. “No,” he murmured, “it is my way of saying… we are not alone.”

And in that moment, beneath the dim glow of lantern light, the fox and the cat—two souls burdened by the weight of war and solitude—found solace in the quiet understanding between them.