sylus accidentally fell into sub space once while u were sitting on his face and it took him a solid 20 min to come back into his own mind once u finished
just saw sinners and i can safely say that michael b jordan looked so slutty in his bloody tank top emptying entire gun clips into kkk members. immediate 10/10
I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
In all honesty, do I need to watch Nocturne? Do I have to? Like, I'm pretty happy with Castlevania as it is. I could rewatch it forever... to the point that I could not care less for the other show at the moment. It looks good, but I'm still in Wallachia, 1476.
you’ve always been a bitch, that much you’ve known your whole life. always snapped at others over small shit, always having a snide remark or comment. always fucking mean. and oh lord, your mouth? the attitude? good fucking god it was the worst thing about you.
but to him? that was his favorite fucking part.
he loved your disrespectful commentary, the way you rolled your eyes whenever he opened his mouth to say anything. the way you talked down to him like he was a peasant, like he was less than you— fuck, it only fueled him more, and made his dick throb, it was so attractive to him.
you walked around with a permanent look of disgust on your face, for everyone and everything around you. you’re barely spoke but when you did, it was like sex for his ears.
your voice was laced with something dark but sweet, like molasses, layered with venom and spite, and satoru swore he could hear his future being spelled out whenever you shot your rude ass words at him.
“the fuck do you want, you blue eyed parasite?” your words attacked him in the best way, wrapping around his eardrums and spiraling straight down south to his dick, as always.
you stood there, brow raised, a genuine look of boredom and disinterest on your face. one hand on your hip, the other holding your binder and books. lips lined darkly, gloss shining, and your braids, half up half down with a claw clip as the lower half fell by your waist as you stared at, or rather through him.
fucking hell, he thought he could cum right there on the spot just from looking at you.
“i don’t have time for this stupid shit, get the fuck out of my way weirdo.” you sighed pushing past him because he gave you no response. he smirked, grabbing your wrist before you could fully make it past him.
“c’mon gorgeous, don’t be like that.” he mused sweetly at you. though he really wanted you to be exactly like that, if not worse. he loved it, you were borderline evil, and he swore up and down you were the love of his fucking life.
“be like what? get the fuck off of me.” you spat out meanly, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, rolling your eyes along with the motion. you looked him up and down, irritated, your fuse had always been quite short anyways.
he only grinned, and i mean a shit eating grin at your words, leaning against the wall in the corridor of your colleges english building, staring down at you.
you sighed deeply, already knowing where this was headed. it was the same thing with him every time you saw the white haired menace. he’d been begging you every single day, all semester to go on a date with him, but you always refused.
“let me take you on a date.” he smiled.
“i’d rather play in traffic.” you deadpanned.
“c’mon one date beautiful, and if it’s that bad, i’ll never ask you again” he smirked as he folded his arms across his chest.
you pinched the bridge of your nose and screwed your eyes shut as you head dropped, a long and almost pitiful sigh leaving you.
you were so tired of this shit, so tired of him, so so SO fucking tired. so you did the only thing you thought would get him to shut the hell up and leave you alone—
“fine. friday, 8pm, the bistro downtown. i’ll meet you there.” you gritted out through your teeth.
he stood up straight, eyebrows shooting up and jaw dropping at your answer “what?” he said confused, you always said no, it was his favorite part of this whole thing he always did, you ashing yes had actually left the blue eyed beauty stunned.
you looked up to see his expression, one of shock, and rolled your eyes “close your fucking mouth you idiot.” you sighed rubbing your temple, this conversation was creating a headache for you at this point.
“the bistro, friday, 8pm. i’ll meet you there, and if you’re even one fucking minute late, im cussing you out.” you deadpanned as your eyes bore into his.
he quickly schooled his expression, masking his flustered state with a smirk. “yes ma’am, i’ll see you on friday.” he smiled.
you only rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed as you pushed past him “whatever. now leave me the fuck alone.” you bit out at him as you left him there by himself.
and god it felt like the heavens had opened up and shined the warmest light on him, he was high on the entire interaction with you, and friday couldn’t come fast enough.
I missed the anniversary but it's officially been 2 years and 2 weeks since I posted my first fanfic. It's crazy to think how much writing I've done since then when I thought I'd never write again. I think I'm up to around 300 stories now? Although I haven't written much lately.
one morning you wake up after a particularly rowdy office party to find yourself in bed with hiromi higuruma. it’s a shock to you, of course—higuruma is the last you’d peg as a one-night-stand kind of man. but the dull ache in your groin and the sensitivity in your nipples that only comes after being bitten mean tells you that you aren’t mistaken: you fucked higuruma.
until you roll over in bed to find kento nanami sleeping on your other side.
“c’mon Sy, you can give me one more can’t you?” You tease, unable to hide the sadistic little smile edging it’s way past the corners of your lips, staring in awe at the way his red, angry tip spit out precum as you stroked him.
It had been hours. Hours of you milking him for all he was worth, wanting to see how many times you could bring him over the overstimulated edge before he was shooting blanks. He was nothing but pants and plea’s. His cum drunk mind going between begging for more and begging you to stop your devilish movements.
“C-can’t kitten, d-don’t think I have any left.” He stuttered, carmine eyes practically heart shaped as he looked at you.
Sylus, ever the eloquent man, had been reduced to nothing more than a sex drunk fiend, watching as you use the remnants of cum from the last however many orgasms to stroke him, the white, sticky honey squelching between your fingers as he begged and moaned.
“Just one more Sy,” You whispered against the shell of his ear, a whimper escaping him as the sensation sent goosebumps cascading over his whole body, “Please. For me?”
And it was horribly unfair, wholly inhumane to ask him for anything when you looked so pretty and perfect, Sylus swore he’d died and gone to heaven with his last orgasm, he was sure you were an angel, he could practically see the golden little halo around your head. How could he say no?
“One more, anything for you, sweetie.” He babbled, finding a second wind as your lips trailed down the side of his neck in sloppy, wet kisses, bucking his hips to meet your strokes half way, ever the good listener.
He was hot to the touch, so fucked out that he could feel that warm coiling in his stomach pulling taut every time you squeezed your warm, cum covered palm around him.
“Baby.” He whined in your ear, your hand focusing on his over sensitive tip. His head lolled back, silver hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he expressed soft little mewls from the confines of his throat.
You couldn’t help but feel a sense of superiority as you realized you were the only person who could and would ever see Sylus this way. The only person who could bring the big, bad leader of Onychinus to his fucking knees, begging you to do whatever you wanted to him.
A sick sense of pride twisted inside you as you dipped down again, licking a stripe down the shell of his ear, nibbling on the lobe before getting as close as you could.
“Now cum.” Just those two seductive little words falling from your lips had him seeing stars, tears of overstimulated pleasure making their way down his perfect face all while holding eye contact (when he could keep them open). The look of surprise on his face when only two small rivulets shoot their way out of his pretty pink tip and oozes down your knuckles, his body wracking and bucking with all he had left.
You smile, kissing his cheek, “So five back to back is your limit, huh?”
ʚ cont: fem reader, oral (nanami!r), deep throating, established relationship, kinda sub nanami??
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
Once the door clicks shut, the silence that falls is deafening. Nanami is backed up against the door, with you standing too close to him, but neither of you move, neither of you breathes. Ever since the argument earlier, things have been tense. That tension that radiates between you is now filling up the room and making breathing nearly impossible. Unbearable.
After a few moments pass, Nanami clears his throat and steals your eyes to his, but before his parted lips can make words, you raise a finger to them and shake your head, all in silence. His brows furrow, but you don't feel like talking. Not right now. Not like this.
Dragging your finger down his nape, he lifts his chin as you trace down his chest, staying for a second longer on the warm skin that peaks out from his unbuttoned collar. Your touches are painfully slow and torturous, meant to drag this out until he's clenching his fists and breathing ragged.
You stop at his belt line and pull his tucked shirt up, dragging it out of the confines from where it's tucked into his pants. Through it, Nanami is quiet, but his breath hitches when you pull the shirt free. Lifting the fabric, you toy a single finger between his belt and lower abdomen.
Nanami lifts a hand and grips your wrist--not to tell you to stop, but his eyes are full of questions, unspoken thoughts, and... Lust. He's exactly where you want him. "What are you doing?" His deep whispered voice seems to echo off the walls of your shared home.
Holding eye contact, you pull your finger out and use both hands to undo his belt, his hand still cautiously on your wrist. "I thought I told you not to speak right now?" You said, the clinking of metal filling up the space around you. His breath hitches when you bump into the proof of his arousal while undoing his belt, and his throat bobs as he looks down at your hands that make slow, precise work of him.
"We should talk." He says, his grip on your wrist turning firm.
Earlier, Nanami put himself in danger to eliminate a curse--something you had told him before not to do. The last time he did it, you weren't with him, so your fright wasn't as potent, but seeing how close he got to...
Seeing it so close made you feel helpless. It was a feeling you never wanted to replicate again.
"I don't want to talk." You said, slowly dropping to your knees while looking up at him through your lashes.
Nanami pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and fights back a groan at the sight, warring with himself internally. You look so beautiful, but he knows you're still upset with him.
You run your hand up his thighs and stop at the top before sliding your fingers into the band of his boxers and sliding them down inch by inch. His breath seems to stop completely as you rid him of his clothes, slowly barring him and giving him no choice but to repent in the way you want him to. By letting you take him.
"Sweetheart..." He whispers through a groan when his cock bounces free of its confines, wet at the tip and so hard he's fucking twitching.
"Kento." You chastise. What about not talking doesn't he understand?
His hand threads into your hair gently, and his eyes look so tortured and pained. You love it. "I don't deserve this." He says so softly, almost insecurely. And you nod. "No, you don't"
"Then why-"
Your hand wraps around his impossibly stiff cock, and he cuts himself off, inhaling sharply through his teeth while the back of his head knocks into the door. Such a simple touch and Nanami Kento is debased to his most basic animalistic urges. You rub the head of his cock, massaging your thumb into that sensitive spot on the underside of his head, and are rewarded with his abs clenching and a drop of precum.
"Speak again, and I'll stop." With those parting words, you suck him between your lips and he fucking melts.
Kento grunts, his free hand slamming into the wall behind him in a balled fist when you effortlessly slide him to the back of your throat. This isn't about his pleasure, much as it seems. You aren't going to take it easy or spare his pride, this is to torture him, to make him feel as helpless as he did you.
His hand in your hair tightens, but he makes no move to thrust into your mouth or shove you onto his cock. His body jerks and his back arches when you take him too deep, but he catches himself before he thrusts into your warm mouth as much as he wants to.
A long grunt that turns into a groan is torn free from his throat when you start bobbing your head up and down at a merciless pace, using a hand to stroke the rest of his length that doesn't fit in your mouth, while you slide your other hand up his shirt to caress his abdomen and feel what you do to him.
His abs flex under your touch and your ministrations. His breathing is ragged and ruined, and sounds that would usually be hidden back from your ears, are being forced free. He's not hiding a thing. You didn't even know he could be this loud while receiving head even after being together for a year. The sounds are mostly pants and grunts, but they're sounds all the same, and they're making you feel insane.
Pre-cum floods your tongue when you swallow around him and time your thrusts with your hand, determined to jerk his soul out of his cock when he cums. And he feels fucking close. He keeps twitching inside your mouth, his abs are flexing his body is bowing, and his breaths are turning choppy and debauched.
"Sweetheart... A-ah." You know you said you would stop if he spoke again, but when he sounded so fucking good, it was hard to want to stop. "I'm going to cum, stop." The last word is grunted with a surprising amount of restraint and control, but you continue regardless as if you didn't hear it.
This time, his hips do jerk, and the precum that floods your mouth makes it feel like he's already cum. "My love, you need to-" You look up in time to watch his mouth fall open and his eyes roll back in his head before he bites down on his teeth and groans through them. "You need to stop or I'm going to cum."
Always so considerate, even when he's getting blown an inch from his life. Popping off from his cock only long enough to talk, you rake your nails down his abdomen and jerk him off as quickly as you were sucking him, not wanting him to lose that buildup. "Cum in my mouth."
He looks like he wants to retort, but it dies on his tongue when you take him back into your mouth and double your efforts, massaging your tongue on that one spot that makes him see fucking stars.
It only takes a second before his grunts turn to pants and his pitch raises in volume. You hold eye contact with him while he watches you take him to the near base, then he explodes, and you taste the specific taste of him on your tongue.
His face screws into pleasure and his body goes rigid as his balls empty into your mouth. It's a fucking pleasure seeing him come undone. His cheeks and ears are flushed, even in the dark they look like bright red tomatoes, and his throat that bobs as he struggles to do so much as swallow is beautiful.
When you pull his cock free, he twitches and his hand balls in your hair before he's dropping to his knees and slamminghis mouth to yours, tasting himself on your tongue. He grunts and groans into the kiss, licking inside like he's greedy to share some of the burden. And you love it.
He parts your lips and cradles your face in his hands, wiping away the saliva on your cheeks and lips. "I don't deserve you, but please let me return the favor." He whispers, a misbehaving hand sliding down your body to rub you over your panties.
Your eyes roll back, and his lips part in awe as he decides between watching you as he rubs your clit, or watching your face screw into pleasure. "Please, my love." He begs in that sinfully deep voice.
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