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hiatus, 18+ blog, mdni .ᐟ 𐔌 . ⋮ mimi ✩‧₊˚ ֹ ꒱ | 20.ᐟ

[bluelock-obsessionist]

Sooooo i know I'm primarily a blue lock writer, and this account is for blue lock, but I have to share this :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78187526

I just wrote the first chapter of a quick Janka work. Beware tho it will be dark, gory, and explicit, so keep that in mind if you decide to read!

[berriiiiessss]

🤤

[berriiiiessss]

I WANNA WRITE BUT I’M SO OUT OF IT.

[berriiiiessss]

can you do maybe reader and dennis’s first time 😇 i really love your writing!!!

awww, i’m glad that you enjoy my writingg! <3

during your first time, dennis treats you like a piece of glass.

adjusting his angle, speed, and the pressure his fingers put on your sensitive nub to you liking. aiming his thrusts towards the gooey spot in your cunt that he knows is there- that he’ll exploit, but not today.

he asks, “are you o-okay? ‘s this angle nice..? ‘m i doing enough?”

it’s honestly cute, you think. before his cock finally reaches the spot inside you, a cry leaving your lips as your back arches on the mattress in a perfect arc, hips shaking as you reach your climax. dennis’s hands massage your hips, gently talking you through it as his hips repeatedly roll into yours, so close to you that your breaths mingle.

you see the exact moment that he’s close, eyes squinting shut as he twitches inside you, filling the condom you’d bought (xtra large ;)) with his hot load. he kisses you softly, tongues mingling together in a warm exchange before he pulls away, murmuring that “we have to clean you up, baby… did so good.”

𖠇ຼ.⸜(* ॑ ॑* )⸝𖠇ຼ.

a lil’ short cuz i’m extra tired today! hope yout don’t mind,..

[str4wbsstuff]

uhhdhfhghdjrhfh I am in DESPERATE need of Dennis pup play..

Like you don't understand how badly I need this man to put a collar on me and choke me with it while he's ever so delicately fucking my brains out!!!

“come here honey, you said you were feeling needy yeah?”

comes dennis’s sweet voice, laced with sympathy as he hooks a finger around around the collar you wear. one he got you, he was excited too. saving his money enough to get it custom made with his initials on the little gold tag at the front. a proud “d.w” engraved into the metal.

he tugs you closer so you’re sat at his feet between his thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes. his smile is warm, a hand coming down to pet your head scratching at your scalp until you lean into his touch. he sighs in contentment, eyes raking over your bare figure.

“you missed me didn’t you baby, m’sorry..I was busy at work. but I know you were such a good girl waiting for me..yes you were.” you grin nodding.

“missed you so much denny, I always get lonely without you.”

the finger around your collar tugs you forward a little harsher. his face leaning down to be level with yours, blue eyes low and swimming with adoration. noses brushing as he holds you there.

“yeah? missed my puppy too, give me a kiss.” he says wistfully.

you happily oblige tilting up to meet his lips, slotting yours with his has you whimpering and him groaning. having been craving the feel of him on you all day and from the looks of it, he’s been craving you too. it starts off sweet admittedly, the two of you softly kissing and making up for lost time. showing the other that you truly did miss one another.

before long it’s heated, him pulling away to peck your lips. then diving back in to kiss you deeply, he repeats this a few times. just to feel you chase after his mouth raising up on your knees to get to him quicker. your hands fisting into his scrub clad thighs. but you stay on the floor, obedient as ever.

“oh baby you’re so cute.” he mumbles and the praise goes straight to your cunt.

his tongue swipes your bottom lip in question, asking for access. you open up immediately allowing him to lick into your mouth rather desperately. he spreads his spit all over your tongue and you greedily swallow it down.

it’s sloppy, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and down your chin. and he pays no mind to this continuing to lap into your mouth as you lap into his. tongues intertwining, lips sucking and biting. it’s a messy kiss fueled by need.

a string of saliva connects your lips as he pulls back just enough to catch his breath. a self satisfied smile gracing his lips. when he sees your glazed over eyes, your bottom lip swollen and wet, spit steadily dripping down your chin.

“look at you..”

he whispers, wiping the wetness with his thumb before pushing it between your plush lips. watching with bated breath as you dutifully suck it into your mouth.

“my good girl makes such a mess when I kiss her."

his hands cradle your face and he looks you over.

“want a treat honey?”

“yes—yes please.” you mumble around his thumb, the same one that presses down on your tongue making your jaw fall open. he seems distracted for a moment looking at the way you swallow around nothing as his thumb slides back deeper into your throat.

chest heaving when you gag softly, he can feel the saliva pool in your mouth. and he has half a thought to kiss you again, take it onto his own tongue and swallow it down. but he doesn’t simply because he needs to reward you first.

looking over you’re face he admires just how beautiful you look like this. gazing up at him like he’s the sun in your sky.

“such a pretty puppy..okay baby.” he releases you, dropping your collar and taking his thumb away— which you fight the urge to whine at. placing the saliva covered finger into his mouth absentmindedly. before patting his thigh with one hand, flashing that every so gorgeous gapped smile of his.

“sit in my lap, come get your treat.”

[berriiiiessss]

nghhhhh…

[berriiiiessss]

hi lovelies, i’ll be posting around one time per day, same going for asks (T_T)

due to stress from upcoming finals, i haven’t had time to write that much… apologies, i swear im trying ˶o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅˶

[berriiiiessss]

angry sex with dennis!!!!!!!!😅😅😅

play fighting with dennis was supposed to be funny. you know, slapping at each other’s hands, playfully punching one another without doing any harm? so why were you getting pissed at him for being so much stronger?

you’re half pinned under him as he swats at you, the biggest grin on his face as he laughs. your mood’s rapidly souring, your inability to overpower him gnawing at you and making you bitter. your punches turned forceful, his grip on you loosening as he shoots you a questioning look. you snap at him to stop looking at you, fists about to hit him, but he catches them, redirecting them and pushing you over the other way.

“what is your problem?”

he hisses, knee accidentally nudging in between your thighs. you let out a sharp breath, dennis’s eyes widening as he realizes what he did, pushing at you again. the fire behind your eyes is scorching, dennis’s eyes burning with confusion, anger, and something more?

that’s how you ended up in this position, riding dennis with an intensity that makes both of you groan at the friction. muttering to him that you hate him for being stronger before he grabs your hips, pushing you down on his member until his tip hits your cervix, the pressure making stars explode behind your eyes.

“not so angry now?” he teases, watching you try not to whimper. “i thought so.”

guys i’m so sorry if this is a little messy? i’ve been busy ꒰ ᐢ ◞‸◟ᐢ꒱

[bruisedboys]

adult!sokka x fem!reader ⭑ smut 18+ , MDNI !!

note — erm hi I got so carried away with this but omg I don’t really know how to write proper smut so I’m sorry if this is terrible :/ whatever I need him

wait because sokka would be so into praise…. walk with me here

like, he loves giving it, loves worshipping the ground you walk on and admiring every part of you, loves the reactions he can get out of you when he tells you you’re doing so good, baby or you look so beautiful, but when he’s the one receiving it…boy does it do a number on him.

and the thing with sokka is that he’s alllll talk. he’s cocky and loves to show off, loves to talk himself up like he’s the one in charge, but when it really comes down to it, when it’s just him and you, all it takes is one word from you and he’s falling apart instantly.

one of his favourite positions is when you’re on top of him. it’s his favourite because he gets to watch you while you ride him. he gets to admire you from below, watching the bounce of your tits, the arch of your back, the way your hair falls over your bare shoulders. he just loves how you feel on top of him.

and normally, he’d be focusing on you, praising you, telling you how beautiful you look, how good you feel, talking you through the pleasure, but tonight is different. he’s spent all day wound up like a coil ready to snap at any moment. from the second he woke up he’s been thinking about you, wanting you, needing you, but you were up early and already out of bed by the time he woke, and he had to wait ‘cause you both had a multitude of things to get done today. it was torture. seeing you in passing while you both did your seperate jobs around the village, and feeling like he could explode from the desire.

he spent all day tense and waiting for a release, for you. but now that he’s finally getting what he wanted, him inside of you, you on top of him, it’s almost too much. he finds he can barely breathe, let alone speak.

blood rushes in his ears, his heartbeat slams so hard in his chest he’s convinced it’s about to rip him open, his breath keeps getting caught in his throat. he’s gripping your hips so hard his thumbs are digging into your skin, he’s worried he’ll bruise you but he can’t seem to let go. his body is electric with pleasure but his mouth ceases to work.

that is, apart from the sounds he’s making. they’re completely unintelligible, almost embarrassing, nothing more than groans of pleasure, and moans of wanting more, more. sokka can’t think long enough to form his mouth around a word. all he can do is let his body do the talking for him.

and you? you’re so into it. normally, you’d be the one lost in the pleasure, overwhelmed by it even, but now that the positions are switched you take it in your stride to see just how far sokka can be stretched before he snaps.

you roll your hips over his in a painfully slow, deliberate circle, and it feels so good. sokka lets out a particularly pathetic moan.

breathless, panting, your hands planted on his abdomen, you murmur, “yeah? s’that feel good?”

sokka short circuits, but manages to groan out what he hopes sounds like a yes.

you chuckle softly, not harsh or cruel, but soft, understanding, which is somehow worse for sokka.

you push your hands up his abdomen, planting them on his bare, sweat-slicked chest.

“you really needed this, didn’t you?” you ask.

sokka swallows hard, nods, forces his lips to move, “y-yeah….be-…been needing you all day.”

you smile, head tilted to the side, “aw,” you croon, your voice soft, sultry, like you know exactly what you’re doing to him. “been so patient for me.”

sokka almost goes blind. pleasure sparks like electricity all over his body. he grips you harder, his fingers sinking into your warm, doughy flesh like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you roll your hips again. sokka’s breath stutters. you lean over him so your bare chest is pressed to his and fit your mouth to his jaw, your lips hot as starlight as you kiss him. you mouth along the line of his jaw, teeth scraping and tongue licking.

“you’re doing so good, handsome,” you murmur into his skin.

sokka goes hot all over and actually whines. like, really loud. he doesn’t think he’s ever heard himself make a noise like that before. and you must like it, because he feels you smile against his hot skin.

“such nice sounds for me,” you croon.

sokka swears he sees stars.

“y/n,” he breathes out, “I’m…ahh….I’m close.”

you hum, “yeah? you want me to go faster?”

sokka groans, “please,” he whispers, barely there, his voice hoarse, his throat tight.

you straighten up and sokka grips you like his lifeline while you ride out both your highs, you breathless and sighing, sokka a moaning mess underneath you.

when it’s over, and his heartbeat has finally slowed to a somewhat normal pace, sokka scoops you into his arms. you collapse like a ragdoll onto his chest, your leg hooking over his, breathless.

“love you,” you mumble into his shoulder, your voice soft, exhausted.

sokka strokes your hair. “love you, too. so much.”

“how much?” you tease softly, your eyelids fluttering shut, sleep tugging you in.

sokka just laughs, overwhelmed with it. you have no idea.

[berriiiiessss]

I NEED HIM SO BAD UGHH

[berriiiiessss]

i don’t know why, but i feel like dennis fw a bush. he wouldn’t overtly say it, but he just does to me lol

UGH REAL.

i feel like he wouldn’t mind if you have a bush or even if it’s bald or even has designs and dye on it. its just that bush particularly turns him on. like when you’re wearing a bikini and he can see some hair peeking out? he’s going feral. he’s absolutely destroying you in bed later. he’s gonna make sure you sob as he spears you on him. but if you asked him why he fucked you so hard? he wouldn’t even say anything, just that you ‘looked sexy.’

[berriiiiessss]

school is ABSOLUTELY nerfing me, what do you mean i have so many essays due tomorrow?

[lorilover]

dude. put those away. someone’s gonna get hurt.

[berriiiiessss]

i wanna fuck him until he whines for me to stop with those eyes. yes i said this

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

how dennis looks at trinity when they're watching a movie together and he's about to pause it to ask a stupid question that has not been answered in the movie yet

[berriiiiessss]

so my dumbass almost fell for a scam… well! thanks god i looked it up and checked if it was legit first (｡· v ·｡)

this is me dying of shame because of how gullible i am.

[inbred-eater]

abbot calling the night shift “the nightcrawlers” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭his corny ass😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭LIKE WOW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭GIVE ME THAT DICK OLD MAN FAWKKK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[berriiiiessss]

teasing dennis at work and he teaches you a lesson ummmm😅😅😅😅😅

OH YES I LOVE THIS.

in which dennis is your attending.. because yes!

dennis had warned you the day before to be good. you thought that it was soooo boring to! so you went ahead and started teasing him in front of santos ˃̶͈◡˂̶͈

“dennis, you left your toothbrush at my house!”

you giggle, foot lifting up his pant leg underneath the table across from which he’s charting. you stare at him, a smile bright on your face as something clicks behind his eyes. but- he lets it slide.

the next time you attempt to tease him, you’re both assessing a patient.

“doctor whitaker, do you think you could give me anatomy lessons? i forgot where the sural nerve is..”

he glares at you, eyes tracing over your rather… curvier outline. you’d spent a rather hefty amount of time on cinching your outfit, after all! he scoffs, looking at you in disbelief, mouthing ‘meet me in the bathroom.’ over the patient’s shoulder.

“sir, do you feel pain here…?”

a half hour after the trauma patient gets sent up, you’re in the bathroom, foot tapping against the floor in nervousness. you hear three raps- a sign that it’s dennis there.

you open the door only to get your head pulled back by your ponytail, dennis’s foot kicking the door shut as his free hand locks it. and he bends you over the toilet, hand coming down on your plump flesh. his other hand clamps over your mouth to prevent you from making sounds as he slaps your ass.

“anatomy lessons, huh? sure. i’ll give you anatomy lessons- down here.”

dennis pulls your scrubs down to see a wet patch on your undies, his fingers brushing over it before yanking the cloth down. along with his own pants.

dennis taps the head of his cock against your labia, sliding it through your folds before pushing in with a wet plap.

you let out a muffled moan, cunt squeezing tight from the sudden brutal entry.

he fucks you deep, although as silently as he could, teeth pulling at his bottom lip as his mushroom tip abuses the spongy spot inside you over and over.

“you have to learn, baby.”

he bites out, a whimper leaving him as he whispers that he’s close, his fingers rubbing at your bundle of nerves. you tighten around him before you both cum, his warmth flooding your insides as he quickly cups his hand to gather your liquids.

he cleans you up sloppily- the result of which being a disgruntled you, walking around in your cum-soaked panties.

hey, maybe now you’ll learn!

(spoiler: you won’t)

[str4wbsstuff]

asking politely for reader to eat Dennis’s ass (first time sending a request, please feel free to delete if it’s not your thing/makes you uncomfortable)

you’re in luck bc i have some texts that I can whip up into something quick for you to eat. so dw and open wide!

⋆˚✿˖° | den would be super duper shy about the whole thing. not exactly sure how to express what he wants, lip trapped between his teeth. eyes avoiding yours and fingers tangling in his lap while he quietly explains that he wants you to “eat him out.” unsure of how to even ask, the words jumbling until he settled on using the same terminology he uses on you. and besides, telling you to “eat his ass”just seemed too forceful…too vulgar for his tastes.

⋆˚✿˖° | he’s laid back against the pillows knees bent with his palms resting on his stomach. adjusting his hips every so often, nervously gazing down from his already hard cock to you. where you lay against the bed, stomach down. an easy smile gracing your features.

⋆˚✿˖° | “y-you don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” he offers, voice low already sounding out of breath before anything has even happened.

“it’s okay den, I wanna, so just relax for me.”

⋆˚✿˖° | during the entire ordeal he’s quiet. so quiet in fact that you’d have to ask him if it’s okay. if he’s feeling good. even though his hand pumps the slicked up and leaking length of his cock and his hips twitch towards your mouth. barely any noises escape his parted lips. which is completely uncharacteristic for the man.

so when you lean your head away to ask if anything’s wrong, you’re incredibly surprised he whines out and picks his head up. catching the back of your head with his hand so you aren’t able to pull all the way back “wh-why’d you stop?” basically panting the question out.

⋆˚✿˖° | eyes glossy as he apologizes for being so quiet, his lack of pleasure fueled mewls was simply due to the overwhelming sensation. timidly explaining that it all felt so good that he could barely breathe let alone moan.

⋆˚✿˖° | after this though? he completely lets go. back arching up, whines flowing freely from the back of his throat. hips rolling slowly to meet each swipe of your tongue, murmuring out praises and encouraging words. plea’s for you to;

“d-do that again..” paired with drawn out whines of; “that—that feels s’damn good.” and all topped off with breathy whimpered “thank you’s”

filling the silence of the room along side the soft wet sounds of your mouth working against him. all of that completely muffling the sticky glide of his hand around his cock.

⋆˚✿˖° | this could go one of three ways..

⋆˚✿˖° | either den cums just like this, with your head between his thighs and his trembling palm jerking himself off. eyes squeezed shut as his strong thighs trap your head, hips bucking wildly while he spills all over himself. confused at the new feeling that’s brought him release and utterly surprised that it felt so intense.

“m’g-gonna c-cum? honey wait, shit—“

or.

⋆˚✿˖° | alternatively when he gets close he pushes your head back begging you to fuck him. the feeling of being empty too much to bear in his hyper worked up state. and while cumming on your tongue would feel good, he knows that having you inside him would feel ten times better.

“baby..please can—can you fuck me? please.”

orrr last but not least..

⋆˚✿˖° | he tugs you up by your hair. face flushed, eyes low with a thin stream of drool making its way down his chin. gaze hazy but set on you, licking over his lips. chest heaving, a small desperate smile on his face.

“I-I need to fuck you..like right now.”

[be-missed]

Good girl

Baran Al-Hashimi x f!Reader

Summary: pure smut.

A/N: just thought of Baran having a huge strap.

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"Just breathe" Baran whispered to your ear as she kisses your nape. You feel every vein and every inch of the new toy that she got for you that was just delivered earlier.

"S'big", you whispered with a sigh as your forehead rest on the wall, fingernails gripping every rough edge it can hang on in the tiles. Knees are close to buckling, while one of Baran's hand encircled around your waist to carry your weight.

"You're doing so so good for me... just a little bit more" Baran said every word, pushing more of the remaining inches of the strap.

You almost cummed with the way it hit that spot inside you. Whimpers of begging and slow downs were heard desperately, but Baran knows. Baran knows you need it, you can do it, and you can take it. So she pushed in until you can feel her pubic bone hitting your ass.

"Fuck... such a good girl, aren't we?" Baran whispered, you can see the smile in her voice as she slowly massage your clit with her free hand. Baran can feel you grinding slowly, rocking back as your head rest on her shoulders. She kisses your jaw that was open and sucked a few marks that was licked off as a compensation.

As Baran feels you relax, she slowly pulls out a few inch and pushed back with harder force, making you whimper. The nails that were on the tiles are now gripping her arm.

"Pl...please.. B... please" you whispered like a bitch in heat. Baran chuckled with the pleading you're making, fueling her inner desire to just edge you until you're crying.

So Baran did what you needed, she pulls out more inches just to push it back deeper and harder. "Is this what you want? Hmm?" She pulls away to grip the back of your hair and bend you down.

With the new position, you can't grip any shit, you're only standing because Baran's gripping your hair and holding your waist. You feel pathetic with the way you are bent down and plowed from behind.

Baran pulled out as she feels you clamping down and her having a hard time to pull out. "Fuck" you said like she cursed your entire bloodline.

"Bed, now. On fours, I want you bent" Baran stated. It was not a question nor a suggestion. You quickly obliged, almost falling flat on your face as your knee buckled when she pulled away.

As your elbow hit the pillows, you lay your head flatly and angled your back so your ass was hanging like the sun in front of Baran.

She holds the base of the strap and played your clit with the tip. "I hope you can see how creamy you are right now, and you haven't even cummed yet." Baran stated with a smirk on her face, loves the way she can make you this wet and this desperate.

"Please, I can take it.. I can take it" you plead, which was music to Baran's ears. She replied with a chuckle "Oh, so now you can take it?"

You whined, Baran can hear how shaky your voice went, and it's the kind of shaky when you're about to cry.

"No.. I.. I please.. I can take it" you plead, if you weren't on your knees now, you wouldn't know how to show her you can take it. So you slowly wiggled you ass, grinding on the strap in between her legs.

Baran smirked and chuckled. You hear the rustling of the bed and her foot steps on the floor, it ignited you to look back. "Wha— what are you doing?" You said with a frustrated voice watching Baran putting on her scrubs.

"I took a night shift today" Baran answered as she gets her jacket and wear it, adjusting it to fit her perfectly. So you lay in bed and gather the blanket to cover yourself, "What? We just got home from our shift!" You exclaimed.

"Yes, we were. And I thought I can squeeze this activity in between, but you whined and whined" Baran said looking in the mirror and tying her hair half up.

"That's not fair!" You snarled as Baran walked your way, she smiled and sat on the end of the bed, finding your ankle and massaged it, "Shen asked if I can teach him the slash tracheostomy thing. I'll be back after."

"Doesn't he have a YouTube account?" You said pulling your ankle away, but Baran caught it just in time ang chuckled. Before she can speak you added "Plus, he wants you there because he's just gonna flirt with you."

Baran's eyebrow went up with the comment and said "Isn't he gay?" For a moment you were also stunned with her reply. "I.. I don't.. is he?" You said trying to remember every interaction you had with the doctor.

Baran chuckled as she watched you wondering, "Don't worry, I'll keep it fast and clean, I'll be back in no time. Baran pulled you in for a kiss "Wait for me, okay?"

You nodded with a pout "Be quick." You said as you pulled Baran close and kissed her again.

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A/N: thoughts? First time in a long time. Made this for myself since I need a Baran fic. Any more ideas? Also just hmu if I made a mistake.

[berriiiiessss]

I NEED HER IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY

[berriiiiessss]

your last post got me thinking..dennis and spanking you? him putting you over his knee and tugging down your shorts and panties telling you to count..thoughts? -🍪

YOUR IDEAS ARE SO GOOD, 🍪 anon. yesyes this is an amazing idea. ehem ehem…

you’d been disobedient and bratty, you knew. you’d gone against his strict orders that you weren’t gonna touch yourself, and dennis had walked in from his shift just as you were about to finish.

he’d bent over his lap, arms and legs desperately flailing in the air as dennis’s arms restrain you. “ugh- d-dennis..! let me g- unngh?”

you gag as his fingers poke against the back of your throat, choking on his thick digits.

“huh… got quiet.”

dennis states, fingers fucking into your mouth as he peeks at your cunt, other fingers touching everywhere- your labia, around your hole, but not in it. just as you think that his fingers might breach you, he retracts them.

“y’ need a punishment, sweetheart,” he says, tone reprimanding.

his fingers pull out from your mouth, covered in your drool. he licks them clean before massaging the flesh of your ass, barking one word at you.

“count.”

you whimper as his palm connects with your hand, leaving a stinging mark behind. he hisses, “i said count, hmm?”

you choke out a “o-one..” before another slap hits your ass, a strangled ‘two’ leaving your throat.

he tuts, soothing the sting with his palm before it reconnects.

“know better than to disobey now, mhm?”

sorry if it’s a little uhhh jumbled n stuff =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇)