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jaina-chaosweaver-of-fate · 1 month

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A burn as we drink, As we slam it back, This will put us up, To see what we lack.

#daily poetry challenge #day 770 #Something about drinking.

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haiku-every-day · 5 months

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The cold light observes, /

its cold gaze greets me, lifeless, /

lacking any warmth. /

#day 770 #haiku every day #haiku poem #haiku poetry #poem #poetry #haiku

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tillman · 1 year

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my wife loves my fishing spreadsheet !

#txt #i got all of the fish in the first 3 main areas of the game on it so far its about 770 lines long . 769 of that is fish #i have ABOUT 200/250 ofthose fish so far.#smiesl #i have 26 days of playtime in this gamea nd i wouldnt be surprised if half of that was fishing btw.

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astrometrych · 8 months

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Astronomy #Space #Espace #Astrometry

#Comet : Faye Day of the year : Day 770 Year progress : 28.43% [%%%%%%%%%%%%%%___________________________________]

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years

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Two in One

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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hope ur having a delightful break bb, lord knows you deserve it!!! <3 i've got a little request for you whenever you're back, if you're interested in writing it - i would love to see poly!marauders with a reader who's high and giggly and they're lightly teasing/they think it's cute!! either way, i'm sending my love and hugs and kisses to u!!! <33

Combined this with: hi lovely !! i hope you’ve had an amazing day/night <33 if you haven’t already (i’m sorry if you did, ignore this if you have !), can you write a poly!marauders x fem reader who loves sea animals and the boys decide to take her to an aquarium? Thank you both for requesting, hope this is alright <33

cw: weed

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 770 words

Sirius is fairly sure this is the best idea he’s ever had. And he will be expecting full credit.

Your eyes are giant and filled to the brim with wonder as you stare into the tank, your face awash in a blue glow that shifts with the water.

“A flamboyant cuttlefish,” you murmur, seemingly to yourself.

Behind you, James squeezes Remus’ hand playfully. “You’re my cuttlefish,” he whispers. Remus groans.

Sirius follows your gaze. “Oh, that thing is ugly.”

“Don’t say that!” You reach back without turning around, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand. Your face is split into the same grin that has hardly wavered since the gummy you’d taken first kicked in. “They can change colors whenever they want. You’re totally jealous.”

“And yet it’s chosen shit brown.”

James releases Remus’ hand to come and crouch beside you, tracking the fish’s movements with dilated pupils. “Is that why it’s flamboyant?” he asks you.

You hum happily. “When they’re threatened, they shift colors and move their fins. They’re also highly toxic. So,” you shoot your boyfriend an impish look, “just like Sirius.”

James’ laughter is booming. He takes on the role of your protector, sticking out an arm to ward Sirius off when the other boy grabs for you. Remus shushes them both, shooting apologetic looks towards irritated-looking aquarium patrons.

“Where do you learn all this stuff, dove?” he asks you at a more polite volume. “TV?”

Your grin turns sheepish. James makes heart eyes at you, thumbing at the dimple in your cheek. “Would it make you feel better if I said I read it in a study?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Too bad.”

You erupt in giggles at your own joke. James tries to catch you when you tip backwards, but instead the both of you go down, your laughter worsening.

“Jesus,” Remus murmurs, shaking his head. He’s doing a poor job hiding his own amusement, though, the scar across his lip stretching as he suppresses a smile.

Sirius snickers as he crouches in front of the two of you. “Having fun?”

“Yeah.” Your grin is lopsided. Dopey. “Thanks for sharing with me. I feel nice.”

“Anytime, gorgeous.”

“I really like weed.”

“Alright,” Remus steps in, hooking his arms under your and James’ armpits to haul you both up, “let’s quiet down about that, love. Go back to looking at the fish.”

“Oh!” you gasp and point. “That one looks just like you, Siri!”

Sirius is about done with this game, he thinks as he stands to peer into the glass. His mouth puckers in distaste. “Thanks,” he stretches out the vowels, making his insincerity heard.

“No, no.” You throw yourself into his side cajolingly. He pretends to ignore you, and you hang off his arm, laughing. “Baby, it’s because it has fine features and it’s, like, glowy. See?”

“It’s a fish,” Remus points out.

James squints, nose nearly touching the glass. “I think I kind of see it,” he says. You nod eagerly. “Why does this fish have cheekbones? Do they usually?”

You shake your head, looking somewhat flummoxed. There’s a cute crinkle between your brows. Remus looks at you curiously.

“Do you know what kind that is?” he asks you.

You frown. “I don’t.”

“Okay,” he says, taking your hand to go to the signs bordering the tank, “let’s find out.”

Sirius is a tad jealous as you lean into Remus’ front, playing with his fingers, but Remus won't be diverted. He scans the placards until he finds it.

“Here, it’s a flashlightfish,” he says quietly. You make a satisfied humming sound, leaning forward to scan the information with eager eyes. “Flashlightfish prefer to stay out of the sun,” Remus reads, “hiding in deeper reef waters during the day. They have small bean-shaped pockets under either eye which are filled with billions of symbiotic bacteria that emit a biochemical light.” Sirius lets the words filter in one ear and out the other, but you’re rapt. Your wide eyes shift from the placard to the fish itself, watching as its light winks in and out. “This light is used to evade predators as well as for a visual Morse code to attract mates and communicate within schools of fish.”

Sirius watches as the two of you stand there for a minute, Remus’ arms slung loosely over your front as blue light from the tank dances over you both.

“You could do audiobooks,” you tell Remus. Your voice is chock full of sincerity. “You’ve got the voice for it.”

He chuckles, setting his chin on your head fondly. “You think so?”

“Mhm.”

“Thanks, dove.”

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sluttywoozi · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 24: Spit Kink + Mingi

For 🧚

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 770

Pairing: Mingi x Reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: spit kink, oral f. rec., mingi holds reader down, cum eating/drinking, fluid exchange, mention of mouth fucking

This may be the first time you’ve ever slept with him, but already you can tell one thing - Mingi likes it messy.

You thought it might be true from the way he kissed you, with deep groans and just shy of too much tongue, but now that he’s between your legs, you know.

Because he’s smearing your wetness all over with his fingertips, dipping back inside your entrance for more to drag up to your clit, and as if that wasn’t enough, he opens his mouth to ask, “Can I spit on you?”

You’ve never let anyone else but there’s just something about Mingi, something about the way he looks at you and listens to you and touches you, that makes you want to say yes. So you do, and his eyes light up before darkening, his gaze laser focused on your pussy as he leans in and slowly lets a glob of spit fall.

You track it as it goes, watch it drop from his lips and feel it roll through your folds, and you can’t hold back your shiver at the feeling, or at the hungry smirk that stretches his lips. Once wasn’t enough apparently, because he does it again, and again, and again, until the combination of his saliva and your growing arousal are dripping down your ass onto his bed.

He just eyes you like it could never be enough, and licks a fat stripe up your cunt to get it all on his tongue before plunging it inside of you with no warning. Your hips jump and his hands cover them, holding you down to the bed as he fucks you with his tongue, the vibrations of his groans traveling through you, making you clench around it and whine.

His nose pokes into your clit and when you start to grind into it, he digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips and shakes his head, burrowing his face even deeper into you. By the time he resurfaces, he’ll be as soaking wet as you are, but you assume that’s the point.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it - the way he indulges in you so freely, so voraciously, the way he wants to be coated, smothered in you, the way he grunts and moans and whimpers into you, like your pussy is the best meal he’s ever had.

You love it, if you’re being honest, love it enough that you know he’ll make you cum like this. You won’t even need his fingers to get you there, just his fat tongue, his perfectly sloped nose, and all the hot little noises he’s letting escape. The combination of them has you pulsing already, your clit throbbing against his nose and your walls clenching around his tongue as you climb higher and higher.

You can see him grinding into the bed, and just the idea of him getting off on tasting you is enough to send you right up to the edge, your fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue pushes in and out of your fluttering cunt. He almost keens when you pull, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure and his hands turning to steel on your hips as you writhe, your orgasm finally washing over you.

You let yourself float away. Even as you shake and buck and cry out his name, you’re still floating. He releases your hips and pushes your legs apart, latching his mouth over your entrance and sucking, your back arching in sensitivity and your mouth opening instinctively as he rises to hover above you with pursed lips.

He pushes out the mixture of your release and his spit, pushes it through those plump lips to let it drip into your waiting mouth, the taste hitting your tongue immediately. You don’t have long to savor it, Mingi’s open lips covering yours in a deep, heady kiss as his tongue dives into your mouth. You swallow it all down along with his loud groan, the feeling of it sliding down your throat making you want something else to swallow.

You pull away panting and Mingi tries to follow you, but before he can press his lips to yours again, you rush to say, “Fuck my mouth?”

“Fuck, baby, can’t say shit like that to me,” he groans, pressing his hips into yours tight enough that you can feel his cock twitch in his boxers.

“Maybe you should shut me up, then,” you tease, just to rile him up even more.

Mingi’s definitely not teasing two seconds later when he makes you choke on his cock, though.

Kinktober Masterlist

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rescuedrop · 25 days

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Daily drawing practice day 770 (5/8/24)

#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fire emblem fates conquest #fe leo #daily drawing

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t-r99 · 16 days

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Look at me

Itoshi Rin x reader

warning: smut (oral, male receiving)

wc: 770

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He's biting his bottom lip so hard he's sure he'll draw blood soon.

It's so hot.

Rin throws his head back and lets go of his lip in favour of clenching his teeth instead.

"S- So close . . ." He forces out through his teeth. He leans back and rests on his elbows.

Your mouth is so warm, he can't take it. Your throat is almost too tight around his cock and he wants nothing more than to push his entire length in.

Rin almost yells at you when you suddenly pull away and take a deep breath. He was so close, damnit. "W- Wha-"

First he comes home and gets dragged by you to the bedroom, then he gets pushed down onto the bed, then you pull his dick out of his pants and take him in your mouth and now you stop?!

"What the hell-"

"Rin," You blink up at him innocently, all while taking his cock in your hand and moving it painfully slow. "look at me."

Oh, shit, he won't be able to hold it.

"W- Wait- I-" He bites down and takes a sharp breath, eyes now squeezed shut

"But, Riiin," You whine. "I want you to look at me."

He has no idea what has posessed you to act like this, pretending to be all sweet and innocent while pushing him to the brink then stopping as if you're trying to torture him.

"You did so well during that match, I just wanted to reward you but I want you to look at me." You say softly. Rin opens his eyes and looks down at you. Well, he's actually glaring in frustration because he needs release. "You're really cute when you blush, you know." You let go of his cock and he winces at the lack of stimulation.

"I hate you." He mumbles.

You smile. "Is it because I'm the only one who can make you look like this?" You put your hands on his muscular thighs and push yourself to kiss his lips that are swollen from being bitten down on.

"'s embarrassing." Rin grumbles against your soft lips.

"I think it's adorable." You start moving down again. "Is this how you feel when you make me blush like a tomato?"

What is this, revenge?

"I want you to look at me, Rin Rin."

Yep, revenge.

"Want you to watch as you cum in my mouth."

He does this to you all the time.

"Can you do that for me?"

He cups your cheek, his eyes softening. "Yeah, babe." Rin gives a rare smile.

Rin's thumb brushes over your lips and then he tugs gently on the bottom to get you to open your mouth.

Your tongue lolls out and you lick a heavy stripe up the length of his cock to the tip, wasting no time in taking him in your mouth.

Given how close he already was and how sensitive he's gotten, it wouldn't surprise you if Rin barely lasted a single minute.

You take him as far as you can and the weight of his cock on your tongue and the feeling of him filling your throat turns you on like never before. You want to put a hand in your pants and touch yourself but you decide not to.

Looking up, you see that Rin's face is beet red and he's barely holding it together. One of his eyes are closed and he's gritting his teeth, desperately trying to keep his other eye open in fear of you stopping again if it closes.

You moan and it makes him crumble. The feeling of your throat vibrating around his sensitive cock almost kills him and Rin lets out a strangled moan.

You can help but to moan again when his cum fills your throat and you're overwhelmed by the taste of Itoshi Rin, and he's all yours.

"Sh- Shit . . ." He fists the sheets under him and groans. "B- Baby, fuck."

You pull back with a gasp and take a deep breath. "That felt good." You mumble, looking up at him dazed eyes. "Sucking your cock felt so good, Rin."

Damn, you really will be the death of him one day.

Rin slides forward and gets off the bed to push you down to the floor. He quickly presses a kiss to your lips then shifts and scoots up, already hard again. It makes you smile up at him. "On the floor?" You ask.

He's panting. "Do you mind it?"

"Like this?" With his cock right in your face. "Hell no."

Rin smiles again and bites his bottom lip. "Open."

#blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin #itoshi rin smut #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you

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toruro · 7 months

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chasing that feeling

pairing: beomgyu x f reader

tags: smut (18+), toxic relationship hehe 😿, semi public sex, pet names (baby, angel)

w/c: 770+

all of your friends hate your trashy boyfriend beomgyu.

you can't really blame them though ... he kinda sucks. canceled on you last minute two weeks ago; soobin was the unfortunate soul who had to console you over the phone, watching you as your eyes watered up in your pretty pink dress, fat tears rolled down your blush painted cheeks.

beomgyu tried to make it up with you with flowers the next day, 'cept he forgot that your favorites are daisies and got you roses instead. you keep telling yourself that it's the thought that counts.

taehyun's always asking you why you keep goin' back ... you don't have the heart to tell him the real reason.

you don't have the goddamn dignity to admit that it's because after everything—all the tears, all the shut doors, all the "gyu, i'm done's"—you always manage to end up in the same position—

"oh fuck, angel," beomgyu grunts from behind you, pelvis slamming into the softness of your ass. "this cunt's s'tight—shit, angel you're suckin' me in," he murmurs, sinking his fat cock in so deep you gasp loudly, lurching over the bathroom sink.

you don't even wanna think about how you got here; you were standing in front of the pub for almost half an hour, waiting for beomgyu who promised he'd be there fifteen minutes earlier, and right when you made the decision to take the high road and head home in defeat, he was running down the street with sweat beading down his forehead.

maybe you shouted at him a little. cried a little. tried to walk away. told him to go home aline. told him you don't deserve this.

beomgyu thought different, of course, and a hand on your wrist soon turned into a tug and suddenly you find yourself pressed against the counter in the tiny bathroom of the pub, skirt pushed over your ass and panties shoved to the side.

"love this pussy so fuckin' much," he groans, pulling his hips back so his cock slips out halfway before sloppily shoving it back in. one of his hands holds a steady grip on your hip, the other trailing up your back and finding purchase on your neck, just below jaw so that his index and middle fingers can hook upwards and into your mouth.

unconsciously, your lips wrap around them, tongue swiping over the pads of his fingers as you try not to lose yourself in the feeling of all the pretty veins and curves of his cock pressing up against your hot, tight walls.

"beo-beomgyu we can't—oh," you moan quietly, closing your lips around the rough pads of his fingers once more in hopes to keep your noise level down when he jams his cock further inside of you, grinding into you so that his balls rub against your clit. "can't be loud," you manage to gasp out when he gives you a second of peace, stilling inside of you once he's bottomed out.

"'nd why's that baby?" beomgyu mutters, fingers around your hips digging in further when he gifts you another powerful thrust. "seems like we're both havin' fun ... aren't we?" his voice is low and raspy, and you're trying—you're trying so fucking hard not to get lost but it only takes you a few seconds to give in and relent.

beomgyu's ramming into you now; fingers slipped out of your mouth a few moments ago so he could situate both hands on your waist and pull your warm, dripping back into him so the tip of his dick kisses your cervix with every messy thrust.

there's a mix of both your arousal every where now, but as your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head and beomgyu begins moaning your name in small huffs—telling you that you're the "best fuckin' angel alive ..,,, prettiest thing in the world when you're being fucked with his cock ...,," that he "can't get enough of you" ....

you don't even know why you bother trying to fight it anymore. no matter how many tears, no matter how many long nights of arguments where you tell yourself it'll be the last, no matter how many hours you waste waiting for him ... you'll always chase the feeling of his hot breath fanning down on your neck when he finally leans over, murmuring 'bout how he's "gonna cum baby, cum w'me please ..."

and of course you do, because beomgyu might be a trashy boyfriend, but he's your boyfriend, and you have no plans on letting him go.

#beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smut #txt x reader #txt smut #💌 drabbles

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dailymway · 8 months

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day 770

#mcr #mikey way #my chem #my chemical romance #daily mikey way

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cherrysnip · 1 month

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i hate you (affectionately) — jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

content: fluff, college au, tutor!won, junhui is your twin brother

wc: 770

"Hey Y/n? Are you okay? Why do you look so glum?" Your older brother Junhui pinched your cheeks waking you up from your reverie. You just sighed and removed his hand from your face.

"Maybe I really did something bad on my past life to deserve this punishment," you shook your head in dismay. "Why do you even have to suck all the genius blood in our mother's womb and then left nothing for me? What a twin brother you are."

Junhui let out a hearty laugh. He's obviously enjoying this. "So you're being like this because Wonwoo is tutoring you?"

"Do you really have to ask?" you hissed at him. "You could've at least convinced Mom that you'll just be the one to tutor me. You're one of the top students, for God's sake!"

"Yes, but I'd rather not do that because one,” he held up his hand before you and folded a finger. “You're unbearable and you always have a lot of things to complain when I'm teaching you. Two, I have better things to do and three, I'm helping my bestfriend earn his voluntary work hours."

"Just say you love your bestfriend than your own sister."

"I don't. I still love you more. But this might prove beneficial to you in the long run, just give it a shot."

"And how would it benefit me? I would have to spend an hour a day with your prick of a bestfriend! Do you know how torturous that is for me?"

"Well, I think not as torturous as me having to put up with all your unreasonable whining," said a familar voice which was obviously not Junhui's. You turned around only to find the person you have been badmouthing right now. He's still wearing his university uniform with his spectacles on.

Okay. It's hard not to notice that he looks so handsome with it but of course, you're not gonna admit that out loud.

"Bro, you're finally here!" Your brother greeted him and they did this fistbump thingy they always do when they meet each other. "Just please pretend you didn't hear what she said. She didn't have her daily fill of coffee so she's a little dramatic right now."

"She's always dramatic," Wonwoo shrugged. "I'm used to it by now."

You automatically groaned in annoyance, "Don't talk that way about me like I'm not here!"

They both stared at you for a second until Junhui tapped Wonwoo's shoulder. "I'm gonna leave her to you now. I know you can handle her."

Wonwoo nodded, "I guess I have to try my best."

Before you could hear any more of their snide remarks, you already turned around and marched your way to the study room where you will be doing the tutoring session.

It didn't take long until Wonwoo finally followed you. He put down his things first on the table before looking at you.

"Y/n," he calmly called and you swear you could feel his stare digging to the deepest part of your soul. "Won't you give me a hug?"

Your lips broke into a wide smile as you rushed over to him and encircled your arms around his neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, babe. Haven't seen you in school the whole day and when I finally came here, I had to hear you call me prick," a hint of sulking was etched on Wonwoo's voice.

"You know I didn't mean that," you said and cupped his face using both of your hands. "I just had to put up a show to my brother. I had to hide my excitement or else he'll know."

"Truth is, he already knows Y/n..."

"What?"

"Jun already knows were together," Wonwoo chuckled upon seeing your shock-stricken face. "He actually set up this whole thing. You know he could tutor you himself but he convinced your Mom that I should do it."

"I bet that's why he was laughing at me earlier. I might've looked so stupid. He's really a menace! He should've just told me the truth," you buried your face in his chest while he tightened his hold on your waist. "And you even agreed with him on calling me dramatic!"

"Because it's true?" he teased which earned him a slap on the back from you. "Nonetheless, it's still one of the many things I love about you, Y/n. It's part of your charm."

You giggled upon hearing what he said, "Should we just go on a date?"

"No," he replied. "We should get some tutoring done today or your brother would wring my neck."

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#seventeen #svt scenarios #svt au #svt #svt reader #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x y/n #seventeen imagines #fluff

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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months

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One Cabin pt 2 🌳🪵🌿🍃

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Spider-Woman Reader

TW: MINORS DNI, masturbation, consensual voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm. Word count 770 ish

A/N: continuing this thought from yesterday 🤭 , also Part 3/ending

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Thinking about that small cabin near the creek with Miguel and Miguel's standing alone in the water up to his ankles. Pure want is utterly clouding his vision, mind completely overthrown by thoughts of you. The sight of you standing there in a wet white sundress, the most intimate parts of your body in full view and how you didn't even stop him from looking. He realizes he needs to get a grip, you both have a big day ahead tomorrow and he goes inside.

Thinking about how the large sliding barn door connecting your rooms is a little broken, causing it to recede slightly backwards on its track, giving the other person a small preview into the other's room. Thinking about how Miguel is taking deep breaths with both hands on his vanity when he looks up and sees you already looking at him in the reflection of the dresser mirror, wet dress halfway down your shoulders, your soft body visible through the transparent fabric.

Thinking about how he's panicking on the inside but he can't rip his gaze away from you as your soft lips fall open and you gently tug the drawstrings loose away from your cleavage, until the whole thing falls to the floor with a wet plap.

Thinking about how his eyes are heavy lidded, seemingly in a trance as he slowly begins to turn around and face you. You tilt your head as your nipples react to the chilly air of the cabin, lips curling into a little teasing smile.

Thinking about how Miguel's groaning but can't speak, slowly walking towards you, his hand pushing the sliding door open even more, his breaths and his heartbeat picking up faster and faster.

Thinking about how he goes to step into your room and you decide to play coy,

"Thought the rule was you stay on your own side and I stay on mine..." as you slowly sit down on the edge of your bed, your head curiously cocking to the side as you spread your legs for him like a flower blooming its petals.

Thinking about how he moans loudly at the pretty display in front of him, how your pussy is already shiny with arousal and now he's touching himself on the outside of his jeans, your doe eyes turning to siren as he's being pulled deeper and deeper into your depths.

Thinking about how his lips form into a smirk when he realizes this could be a fun little game. "Touch yourself for me baby..." He whispers and sucks air between his teeth as he watches you ease two of your fingers into your warm cunt, your thumb kneading your tender bud just the way you like it and how your mouth falls open at the intrusion.

Thinking about how moments later, his jeans and boxers are around his ankles, collar of his T-shirt stained with sweat, strands of his brunette locks falling forward across his sweaty forehead, mouth open, his hand with his talons unleashed grabbing onto the door, scratching the paint as he frantically pumps his cock with the other, watching you play with your pussy on your bed a few feet away.

Thinking about how he lowly grunts as you produce soft little moans for him. He's asking you how it feels, if your sweet little fingers can make you feel as good as his cock. He talks you through it with haggard breaths.

"A little faster for me...that's it baby...how does that feel? Am I making you feel good?"

"Such a little tease...mmm.....fffuck what you do to me..."

"You'll look at me when you cum baby...¿Entiendes?" (Do you understand)

Thinking about how your back is arching up towards the ceiling, the wooden bedframe creaking as you continue to pleasure yourself, your fingers aching but the divine warmth you're radiating in your core and the sight of the beautiful man in front of you practically on his knees as he jerks off to your body is too tantalizing to stop. Knowing you two are all alone in this desolate place together makes it that much more erotic.

Thinking about how you both cry out loudly when you cum. Miguel's panting as he watches ropes of his release trickle down his hand, seas of crimson bathe your naked body with his gaze as he pictures it running down your thighs instead.

Thinking about how you're reveling in your blissful end and how you smile as he shyly excuses himself to wash off in the bathroom, biting your lip and shaking your head when you realize that this changes everything.

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel atsv #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

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cupidssorbett · 8 months

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Edging

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Reader.

Includes: Edging, Praising/Degrading, Dom!Mig, Established relationship, Teasing, Begging, Fingering, Oral(F receiving), NOT PROOF READ.

Art by: _peachyypie_ on insta.

Word count: 770.

Summary: You laid there on your back, hair tousled over the pillows as his fangs brushed against your clit, a shudder of a sigh releasing as he began to move his fingers again. “Mig please..” “No, not yet.”

Miguel by no means wasn’t a generous man when it came to pleasure, he really was but on the days he was feeling mean and you were feeling hard-headed he would become far more than just Miguel being a tease, he’d push you and push just like he was now..

You laid there, on your back hair resting on the pillows behind you, lips parted slightly letting soft noises pass through as you wanted to grip onto his hair so badly but everytime you did he would stop, “It’s almost like you don’t want to cum.” Miguel murmured into your wet cunt, that was a puffy and glistening under his lips, he’d been teasing you for what felt like hours even if it probably wasn’t. “Mig, Mig, please." you whined out, getting impatient at the way the coil would form in your stomach and then disappear at his sudden loss of contact.

“Nah uh, No, not yet.” His fangs graze just barely over your abused clit as he sinks his fingers back in, one, then two, and he starts another slow pace that has you tossing your head back into the pillows again, soft pleas and begs leaving your lips that he doesn’t acknowledge, and instead of going for using his mouth again he just uses his fingers planting kisses on your inner thigh, sucking marks into place. “Such a pretty sight, mhm..could get used to this.” Miguel hummed into your thigh, a few more praises leaving his lips.

Occasionally he’d sink his teeth in and you’d let out the prettiest gasp that’d push him to do it again, that ever smug smirk on his face and you could feel it on your skin. His thumb brushing softly over your clit, watching as you writhed and squirmed bucking to try and meet it causing him to stop his fingers, a hand coming to sit on your hips giving you a warning look from the spot of where he was nestled between your thighs. “Stay still.” he warns before he sets his pace again, the nipping and soft brushes have your mind reeling. Your noises become more of begs and whimpers.

“Come on, you can’t already be this out of it, just that good hm?” he asked with that smile, when you just nod without words he shakes his head planting one more kiss to your thigh, “Words, come on now.” You whine when he says that, your eyes shooting open when he threatens to remove his fingers, “Go on, use your words, tell me how much you like it and I might just let you cum.” Miguel can’t help the smile that comes back when you begin to try and form the words bouncing in your mind. “Mig, S’good, come onnn, you know how- fuck..how good it feels!” You managed out trying your hardest not to buck your hips.

“Ah, you always know just what I like to hear,” Carefully he removes his fingers earning a whine from you to which he tuts and shushes you, before his kisses travel right to your cunt, his mouth immediately attaching with a hum of contentment that had your mouth going agape with a muted noise that you couldn’t quite get out. Your eyes fluttering shut as they practically rolled back with how he began to eat you out, his eyes focused on you, giving your thigh a squeeze when your eyes would almost shut causing them to open right back up, sitting heavy and half lidded.

His tongue delving in as his nose nudged against your clit gently, adding to it as he ate you like some starved man, like he hadn’t eaten for days and you were the best thing he’s ever had. He didn’t stop even when your thighs instinctively closed around his head, he’d only continued, listening to the sweet noises that escaped your lips, the way your thighs shake slightly when your close which spurred him on, his tongue and lips coming to suck lightly on your clit, his hums and movements sending you over that edge that coil that had been wound so many times snapping all over his face. He didn’t stop until you begged him and pushed his face away, he chuckled, cleaning up some of your essence off his chin with his fingers licking it up with a content hum, pulling you close to him, resting his chin on your stomach. “Wasn’t too much was it?” he asked, even then still a bit worried, “No, god, you know just what to do.” you said with a tired breathless laugh as he chuckled.

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26 Ways of Taking You: C for Cockwarming

Summary: You and Dream come to a compromise after you asked for some "space." It never ends well for you, does it?

Notes: ~770 words, I kinda gave up after a while. Well maybe didn't give up but like "Well that's about it" and then called it good. Not my longest work but, still hot.

Warnings: MDNI - 18+, public intercourse (no one bats an eye though), slight humiliation, GN! reader, penetrative intercourse

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You conceal your face further as another voice follows, your hands clutched desperately onto Dream’s jacket lapel. Your face was thoroughly red, from embarrassment or greedy pleasure, you’re not entirely sure. Beneath you, Dream is going about his business as he addresses the audience for the day. All while completely ignoring your shaking form sitting on him, cock deep and pulsing within your walls.

Ever since he escaped from the Burgess Manor a few months ago, he has not been able to keep his hands off of you. At first, it was a welcomed touch. You had missed him for those 106 years just as he missed you. But, after a while, it got a bit ridiculous.

He followed you around like a lost puppy, hands never leaving your waist, lips wandering from lips to neck to chest. And like teenagers in love, sneaking you between crevices and aisles to have a few fast minutes of “fun time” just to satiate his touch. You had your own responsibilities to tend to, especially after the heart of the Dreaming came back. You feel as if you would have gotten a lot more done if he hadn’t always pulled you back into bed after the first few rounds of passionate lovemaking during the waking hours.

In a desperate conversation, you asked for space so you could get a few things done. Morpheus wasn’t at all pleased with it, as he isn’t with most things that aren’t in his control. But, for his lover? He will permit it, after one more act.

Which is how you got here, scandally clad, arms tucked between your two chests as he talks to the Dreaming residents and your arousal soaking his pants. You felt like a top teetering on top of a highly sprung string, suspended from undeniably perfect pleasure and something not quite. What made it even more unbearable is how you could feel Dream’s smugness radiating off him.

He had a possessive hand on your lower back, something like insurance so you couldn’t easily get off him when you thought it would be too much. The other was resting on the arm of his throne as he keeps his kingly appearance.

“Yes, that sounds like a plausible idea,” He agrees to something you weren’t paying attention to. “What do you think, darling?”

When he asks, he shifts in his seat and his cock moves within you, just slightly. It had the promise of pleasure but was stopped short by how little he moved in you. A mixture of a whine and whimper escapes despite your bitten lip. You only respond by nodding once, barely a tick of the head. A chuckle from Dream bounces you, barely, and just like before, barely gives you the pleasure you seek.

“If my equal agrees then you have my permission.” His free hand shoos away the resident.

When they turn, he runs a finger down your spine and asks you another question.

“Had enough yet, my love? Or can you go for more?” It was completely condescending, to speak to you in an “I told you so” kind of tone. And even though you were practically begging at the seams of your body for some sort of friction or release of any kind, you are just as stubborn as your King.

“No, you can keep… going!” Your last word came out as a small squeal as he suddenly thrusts up into your weeping cunt. Your eyes roll to the back as you throw your head back with a moan that flows through the air. The open air ceiling seems to taunt you and you’re sure every dream and nightmare of the realm can hear the lewd noise you just made. The statues that were carved along the column of the room seem to turn their eyes towards the two of you, making you feel all the more exposed to Morpheus’ actions.

“Very well, let us keep going.” He lays back in his chair and his legs spread further, in turn spreading you further for him as well.

You unceremoniously sink further down on him and you’re left panting into his neck. You’re close to tears at the teasing and under stimulation you were receiving. Oh, what wouldn’t you do to have your king’s full attention on you instead of living off the scraps of his shifting movements and lazy fingers stroking circles on your hip.

“Bring the next audience in,” Dream commands, and the doors open again.

“You are cruel, my king,” You barely sob into his body.

“Not as cruel as you might think,” He quips with a pinch to the supple of your hip.

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Good thing her major is not in finances.

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Fevered Confessions

〖Notes: Sorry guys, just another repost.〗

〖Summary: You fall asleep after a mission and admit something you didn't intend to.〗

〖Word Count: 770 〗

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It wasn't a surprise that you fell asleep. It had been an exhausting battle, and everyone knew that you had been working yourself harder than you should be; going days at a time without sleep, and generally ignoring your wellbeing. The surprise came when you fell asleep on Natasha.

You’d been swaying in your seat for a little while, trying to keep up with the Avengers conversation when you just couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore. Your body ignored your wishes and you slumped, exhausted, against the assassin, your head landing on her shoulder.

The woman jumped a little bit but recovered quickly and instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from tipping over.

“Oh, poor girl,” Wanda noted, shaking her head slightly. They all wanted you to relax, but you seemed unable to. Every so often you would meet another sleepless Avenger and stay with them until they could go back to sleep. For some reason, your presence seemed to calm them.

“She’s been going non-stop for days now, I’m surprised it took so long,” Bruce remarked, voice full of regret. They were all wishing that they could’ve done something to help you take a break, but they didn’t know how.

“Nat, you okay?” Wanda asked, drawing attention to the stunned look on the spy’s face. She had always wanted this. She’d wanted to hold you since the minute the two of you met. She’d let herself fall in love with you.

Natasha nodded slowly, seemingly trying to take in what was currently happening. Your head was buried in her neck, burning skin making direct contact.

She pushed a piece of long hair out of your eyes, getting a little whimper in response. It broke her heart.

She pulled you a little closer, hoping she could provide you with some comfort. You muttered something in your sleep that sounded like ‘don't go’ which hurt Natasha all over again.

“Shh, shh I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” The woman soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. You relaxed in her arms, melting into her warm touch.

Clint had apparently put the jet on autopilot, because he walked out from the cockpit, instantly noticing how you were curled into Natasha’s side. He smiled, knowing very well about his best friend’s crush on you.

“How’s everybody doing?” Cap asked, appearing behind Clint. You jumped at the volume of his voice and your face screwed up in discomfort.

“Y/n finally fell asleep.” Tony pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Steve.

“Tasha? W’as goin’ on?” You mumbled, eyelids fluttering a little. Everyone sighed, and Wanda shook her head at Steve.

“Nothing Y/n, Steve’s just being a little bit loud. Go back to sleep, alright?” Natasha murmured, running her fingers through your sweaty hair. You rubbed your bleary eyes and sat up, realizing that you were leaning against the woman.

‘Sorry…sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’m sorry.” Your voice was heavy with sleep, but you were struggling to keep yourself from falling back against the assassin. She was warm and soft and felt so much better than the chills wracking your body.

“No, no honey please go back to sleep. You haven't slept in days and we’ve still got a couple of hours.” Natasha pleaded, grabbing your trembling hands.

You blinked at her, confused, and shook your head.

“Mission,”

“The missions over, Y/n,” Tony said, trying to pull you out of the feverish delirium. You frowned, looking over at Natasha who was looking at you with fear-filled eyes.

“What's wrong? What happened? Did someone get hurt?” You asked, not understanding why she looked so nervous.

“No love, no one got hurt, you’re just a little sick, okay? How about we go back to sleep?” She coaxed, nodding in thanks at Wanda, who wrapped a blanket around violently shaking shoulders.

You wanted to protest, but your eyes were slipping closed again.

“Stay?” You sniffled, drooping against the redhead's shoulder. Her heart melted at the genuine request, although there was nowhere that she could go.

“Of course.” She pressed a gentle kiss on your sweaty hairline, trying to quell the worry that your fever brought. You sighed contentedly at the gesture and moved a little closer.

“Love you, Tasha…” It was so quiet that she wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly. Her heart leaped into her throat and tears sprung to her eyes.

“I…I love you too Y/n. Now, go to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get home.” You nodded against her shoulder and allowed yourself to succumb to the enticing call of sleep.

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