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cora. ꕤ mid 20s, she/her, seasian ꕤ sfw + nsfw + dark content friendly ꕤ 18+ only ꕤ multifandom
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Content and warnings: ayato x f!reader smut, reader is fembodied and goes by she/her. dom!ayato, sub!reader, mild orgasm denial/control. you guys fuck on his office desk. ayato is possessive and can be seen as manipulative, possible yandere themes, possible dark content (just in case). semi-public sex (ayato fingers you whilst diluc is on the call, it’s just for a moment). creampie. ayato calls you darling, doll, and baby. some plot but not really, you can skip it if u want. part 1 of the mafia whore series (can be read separately, see the drabble here) Words: 5227 A/N: thank you for the love on my drabble. i hope this does it justice <3
Excerpt: He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world. You drip for him. His tongue moves your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there.
“Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind.
itoshi sae x f!reader tags: afab reader with she/her pronouns, jealous!sae, oliver aiku causes drama, oral f!receiving, hand around throat but not really choking wc: 1.6k
There are very few events you go to with Sae, few that he bothers to attend himself at all. It’s the first thing Oliver notices about you, that out of all the partners to his colleagues, you’re the one he’s seen the least of.
The second thing he notices is that even when you’re there, Sae barely speaks a word to you.
augh omega-presenting beta reader you move me. thinking about being almost good enough. wishing it was more obvious that you were a beta so people wouldn't feel deceived. how people have even turned away from dating you once they find out you're not what they thought you were. and then meeting someone who does not care and how they overwhelm you with all that they are
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i was tagged ages ago by @loverducky + @yukimiyum im so sorry it took me so long BUT IVE ARRIVED — apologies in advance i have a million wips all the time ever
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caleb. your annoyingly charming, impossibly doting boyfriend. he brings you sweets you didn’t even ask for, remembers every tiny thing you say and holds you like you’re the most delicate thing on earth. you think he’s just a little too obsessed, but that’s just how caleb is, right?
meanwhile, behind your back?
people who flirt with you disappear. friends who get too close — blocked on your phone before you even realize. he reads your messages, knows your schedule better than you do and has made very calm, very quiet threats to anyone who’s ever made you uncomfortable.
you have no idea he’s single-handedly curated your social life and carefully pruned it down to people he deems safe.
no idea that the reason you always “bump into him” after work is because he’s tailing you like a shadow after you leave the building.
no idea that his sweet smiles are often followed by deadly silence to someone else the moment you walk away.
he kisses your forehead, tells you how much he loves you. calls you his everything — and he means it.
just not in a way that’s sane.
Mature content
☁ luocha x f!reader s.mut, honkai: star rail ☁ afab feminine reader, soft dom luocha, teasing, praise, toys
The worst part about Luocha is that he is in no rush.
He dresses you happily in the morning, picking out a stunning, daytime dress that falls to above your knee, flattering your whole figure. The lingerie he chooses for you is just as ornate, with little bows in the middle of your bra and panties, soft lace wrapping against your delicate areas. He barely lets you lift a finger as he places each piece of clothing onto you, laying soft caresses over your skin, brushing over your nipples as he wraps the bra around your torso. His hands linger all over, pulling your panties up your thighs, fingers trailing against your folds, patting you down from behind with a soft squeeze.
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close the space (between me and you)
☁ jing yuan x f!reader s.mut, honkai: star rail ☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her. size difference, jing yuan is BUILT and reader is considered shorter/smaller than him, consent is sexy he asks reader if you’re ok to keep going and stuff <3, no plot just fluffy feel good smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), huge dick jing yuan no i do not take criticism. pet names: baby, my love, darling. ☁ A/N: this man is so big and so built i don’t even know how i would have sex with him but i cannot stop thinking about him SIZE DIFFERENCE JING YUAN ohmygod im gonna faint (size difference but like normal size difference yk like he’s just fucking BUILT have u SEEN this man. hes so tall and beautiful) ☁ 4.2k words
“Shh, it’s okay…”
He has you straddling him as he coos at you, rubbing his large hands over your arms, calluses both rough and gentle. Your legs are spread so wide over his thighs as your hands press into bare his chest, keeping you steady. Your fingertips trail over scarred tissue and soft skin, your palms pressing into the hard muscle.
When you nervously told him you were ready for him, shifting your weight between your feet and looking up at him like he might just give you the world… He immediately sealed your demure request with a kiss, a promise that he would, masking the way his heart hammers in his chest. He blocked off a whole two days worth of time, said he wanted to make an event out of it, casually delegating Fu Xuan to handle everything.
Now that he’s here with you… he’s determined to be exactly what you deserve.
☁ blade x f!reader s.mut, honkai: star rail ☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her. alpha/omega dynamics. blade helps you out during your heat, calls you “girl” “sweet girl” “baby”, consent is sexy and blade is very adamant about it. reader is jing yuan’s assistant. ☁ A/N: i cannot get sweet gentle blade off my mind after that car scene and this fic is what happened ☁ 5k words
“Watch where you’re going, miss.”
His hands fall to your waist as your back crashes against his front, attempting to blink away the frazzled state you’re in. Despite his warm hands, his touch feels like the first gulp of ice cold water on the hottest day.
Alpha, your head wants to reel. It’s sickening sweet, the way your slick pools at just a whiff of his scent.
It’s even worse when you turn around and realize who it is. Even with the mask and the sunglasses (does he really think that helps?), your heart drops.
Blade. The Stellaron Hunter who escaped from the Shackling Prison less than an hour ago.
Aeons, this really is the worst day to be getting your heat, isn’t it?
“what are you doing here, all by your lonesome?”
sae has his elbows on the bar, nursing whiskey glass in hand that looks entirely for show. even the ice ball within seems to click with disapproval.
“they’re loud.” the glass tilts in his hands, elegant fingers wrapped around, gesturing mildly to his teammates.
“and you’ve decided to, what? sit here all by yourself with those critical eyes, not saying anything at all? go girl, give us nothing.” sarcasm drips like the condensation down your own champagne glass, but when he glances at you, everything is lightened like effervescence with your playful smile.
”they’d be better players if they didn’t waste their time with this sort of thing.”
one thing about dating sae is on really bad days you may sometimes feel he doesn't love you because he thinks it's so obvious the way he loves you. he thinks you already know completely and utterly because how could you not? his teammates make fun of him for being "down bad" for you all the time. he is so in love with you and he does not understand how you could ever think otherwise. telling him you want to hear the reassurance about it makes him sick to his stomach. did he do something? did someone tell you otherwise?
he cups your face in his hands. looks at you until you squirm under the attention, like you might finally reveal the answer if he can just find it.
"i love you." and then, "don't ask stupid questions." but it's genuine and it's true, like a soft bell that rings, struck right at the middle of the heart. he kisses you deeply, hopes it might etch into your brain. like he might be able to convince to you, like a whisper on the wind, to know it.
I would really like this trend of donation scammers sending anons to stop. I block them yet they still send anons. It's very annoying.
HONESTLY
And it’s very much a big yikes that tons of people are falling for it and responding/reblogging and even donating. Y’all, these are filthy scammers trying to make money off a genocide. It’s deplorable.
I’d say 99% of them are scammers. You can’t even trust the vetting process or the organization that “vetted” them.
If you want to donate, donate directly to the organization you do know. Anything you see on tumblr is 99% scam. If anybody comes directly to your inbox asking you for your money, they are scammers.
No, you’re not heartless by reporting them. They’re the scums by taking advantage of people’s lives and kindness. (Notice how all of their messages are always the same copy paste type. And if one stops, all of them stop. If one starts, all of them start. They’re a scam ring preying on people’s kindness)
TL;DR — Do not trust strangers on the internet. This is like the basic 101 internet safety.
“But they said they were vetted”
1. Anybody can say that. “I have been vetted by this organization” there, I said it. Does this suddenly mean my family and I are actually trying to survive and in need of your money? No
2. People who are actual victims and are struggling to survive don’t spend this much time on Tumblr, of all sites, going directly to your inbox begging for your money 50 times a day.
3. The organization that vetted these scam bots are also a part of the scam ring.
They’re getting away this long because anybody who questions their authenticity gets called a genocide supporter. Sorry but you are helping these scammers scam money from people by using people’s kindness, and the lives of real victims who are in need of help, for their own personal gain
Donate to the organization you know and trust, but Tumblr is not a trustworthy place to give your money to strangers, especially the ones in your inbox with the same copy paste messages of some sob stories
Also, and I know this sucks for real tumblr users who have anxiety or want to ask anonymously for any reason, you can turn off anonymous asks. My inbox has been so much quieter since I did this.
somehow, you've made him so, so curious about you.
he balances your pleasure on a knife's edge, memorizes your skin under his heated palms, the way you look at him with lust in your eyes when he teeters you over the cliff of your orgasm.
there's a certain devotion to the way his hands lay over your skin. learning every place he touches that can make your breath catch, how your back arches like blazing trail of a comet, the things he can say that makes starfire heat run through your body.
he studies you over and over again, pulls orgasm over orgasm out of you until he can do this. until he can track how close you are even with his mouth pressing hot kisses down the column of your throat. he knows how to hold you at the edge of pleasure just by listening, by how your body tenses in his arms.
you've caught his attention, and now he's giving it back a hundred times over.
sae never asks you to stay. not because he doesn't love you, but because he does.
he knows, better than anyone else, what he lacks. how the words get caught in his throat before he can say them, how you make him feel something he can't truly comprehend to you. he knows what he can and can't provide.
so if you're truly, genuinely, able to find that somewhere else, with someone else… who is he to ask you to stay?
(you know. you know and you stay. because to be loved is to be known and you see him.
a shooting star in his hand - sae x f!reader fluff, first meeting, cafe meet cute
He's been in line for 15 minutes.
Granted, it's not really anyone's fault. You, standing in front of him, have said your order with polite clarity, a gentle smile on your face directed to the barista in front of you that has "TRAINEE" on a metal plate. There's a woman behind her showing her how to steam the milk, telling her to put the bagel in the oven.
Learning takes time. Sae, too, knows this. Most people don't wake up with abilities built into them, not like his brother did the first time they played football together. Sae didn't. He held the ball at his feet almost as soon as he could walk. He let it eclipse his life, rotated around it like the earth does to the sun, until he knew it to perfection, to both creation and destruction.
But he'd appreciate if learning didn't happen when he was the only other person in line on his way to the stadium.
"Sorry about that." You're looking at him. Talking to him, he processes a little too slowly this morning.
