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STRAUME / FLOW (2024), dir Gints Zilbalodis

Memories of the night

Jason Todd × reader

Warning: +18, Mention of sex

Summary: You remembering last night

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You were lying on Jason's bed, in Jason's apartment and in Jason's city.

He was next to you, reading Jane Austen.

For the 10th time this year, probably.

He was focused. And it felt good when he did that, and how he did.

You lick your lips, thinking about last night, how he sucked you off and then fucked you until your legs went weak.

Damn hot nerd who fucks well.

Putting your cell phone and thoughts aside, you stand up and take the books from his hand. Making Jason raise his eyebrow in question.

Putting the book on the table next to you and crossing your leg so that it was on top of Jason's muscular thighs.

He smiles, when he realizes your intentions and licks his lips, looking at your mouth, putting his hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, grabbing your hair. You put your hands on his shoulders.

- You know... I was remembering some things. - you say, sliding on his lap, making you feel his hard cock.

Jason sighs, closes his eyes a little and lets out a 'hmmm'.

- What things? Maybe you could jog my memory.

- I certainly can. - You say and kiss his mouth.

Jason runs his hand down your back, squeezing it there so that you are closer to him. With his other hand, he pulls your hair while kissing you.

Me when I realize I'll never have a romance with my favorite character 😢

Track 3 ft izana Kurokawa (part of the campfire stories collection)

Izana is counting your breaths.

In. Out. In. Out.

You're turned away from him, holding the duvet up to your cheek and wrapped around your fist like you're going to punch through a window. And he's watching your chest rise and fall, fast and shallow breaths because you've not been asleep for long and he knows you're always quiet when you do. Often, when he's late, he finds you under the covers and his heart will stop, or miss a beat because your chest hardly seems to move and your breath is near silent and then you'll stir or twitch as you're prone to do and he sighs in relief.

But this time, he's watching you, with his chest to your back and winding a finger around your hair, playing with the end as he listens hypnotically to the rhythmic undulation of your breathing. He's tracing the marks on your back, small birthmarks and old scars with a long finger till he reaches your tailbone and then pulls away to grab his phone from the nightstand.

When he sits up, you twitch again and he holds his breath as he watches you turn onto your stomach, the crown of your head now glossy with the light that spills in through the gap in the curtain.

Izana calls his last contact, one hand still resting on your back, his voice low and apprehensive.

'Hey,' Kakucho whispers, his own voice gravelly and rough and undulated with dryness. 'What's up? It's late.'

Izana clears his throat and Casts a glance to the slat in the curtain where an orange flare of light comes and goes as a car rolls past.

'Were you sleeping?' izana asks, keeping his voice low and quiet, a bare whisper above the faint hum of the heating chugging through the pipes.

'Yeah, sorta, but it's fine. What's wrong?'

'I....I need to ask you something.'

Kakucho sits up on his own side, and turns to flick on the bedside lamp, the bed cold and empty save for the duvet and a haphazardly thrown cushions on the bare bedspread.

Izana falters here. Because it's never been easy. And it's not easy now. When you're next to him, and so real under his hands, and kakucho is both his closest confidante, and he's surrounded by the two he .... Cares about.

'Yeah?'

Izana lapses into silence, weighs it on his tongue, his teeth coated in anxiety, a thick film that tastes of fear and salt.

'I....' He starts, his hand moving from your back to the bedspread, twisted in his hands as he pulls at the loose threads. 'I mean...she....there's something wrong.'

Kakucho's nerves flare to attention, and he's half a mind to grab his jacket and come straight over, ever the hero, ever the sacrificial lamb for his king. 'What? Is she sick? Shall I call a doct-'

'no no, not like that,' izana says, an ear trained on you and your soft and even breaths. 'She's uhm- she's- I think she's upset.'

'Huh? Did you have a fight?'

'No, no we didn't. She's just...I think there's something else.' and then, a whisper like a caress, said under his breath, like a secret he's afraid to divulge. 'I don't know what to do.'

Kakucho releases the tight breath in his chest and leans back against the headboard, fishing for a cigarette in the bedside drawer. 'Oh I see. Tell me what it is, I'll see if I can help.'

Izana frowns, more in confusion at himself than anything else, in difficulty at it all. 'She's....she seems sad a lot, and quiet recently. I tried to ask her what was wrong, and I tried to spend time with her, but it doesn't seem to work.'

'Ah. You're worried?'

'A bit.' After a pause. 'A lot really.'

'You think it's you don't you? That it's something to do with you?'

'I didn't....I didn't say that.'

'But you were thinking it. You were thinking about why she hasn't told you, or whether she doesn't trust you.'

Izana shifts uncomfortably and makes a sound from the back of his throat.

'It's fine you know. I've known you both long enough. I think I understand.'

'You understand?' and izana almost ends the call then, when you twitch and your legs brush his under the duvet, your soft thighs now rubbing against his for warmth. He strokes your neck absently, soft and gentle, the way you'd touch a butterfly without hurting the wings, marvelling at the softness of it under your touch. Sometimes he thinks of you like that. A thing whose wings he might break on accident, some slip of his hand that'll hurt you even if he doesn't intend you, because that's just what he is. A monster through and through. And you are so delicate, so good and wholesome and kind and so easily breakable that it's almost bound to happen.

'I do. I don't think you need to do anything though.'

'Huh? What do you mean?'

Kakucho taps the cigarette against his lips and takes a long drag, exhaling into the air where the whir of air con blows the smoke through the vents. 'I mean, it's not you. I think you just need to give it time, let her tell you when she's ready.'

'But she's upset-'

'I know. But you have to trust her. She probably doesn't want to bother you.'

'But it's not bothering me,' izana says, adamant, a twitch of defiance in his voice- to which kakucho can only chuckle in his chest.

'I know, but I think she assumes it does. So maybe remind her, tomorrow- you know, that you'll be there if she needs to talk.'

Izana cramps here. His chest constricting at the thought- at the show of vulnerability that that might entail because he's never been very good at the whole receiving and giving affection thing. If you asked, and even if you didn't, he'd carve out the world for you, and more. But you never seem to ask for anything and he often wishes you would. Be a little demanding, a little less compliant because it aches inside when he thinks of you being unhappy and swallowing it down for his sake. Like you're afraid to show anything to him that you think he doesn't want to see, like you can make that kind of decision for him.

'izana?'

Izana bites his lip, and his eyes fall on the way the duvet curls around your body, how soft and inviting it looks even now, moonlight drawing a finger across your skin, the curve of your arm and shoulder half hidden under the covers.

'I'm here. Just thinking.' And he clears his throat, again. A little lighter, a little more like he can sleep.

'you good?'

He has what he needs now, and it makes more sense than it did before. 'Yeah.' and then. 'Get some sleep kakucho.'

And kakucho takes that as his cue, understand the subliminal message underneath because izana is not half as complicated as he believes himself to be and get some sleep means thank you, means he appreciates it even if he refuses to mention it.

'Yeah. You too. I'll see you tomorrow.' Kakucho puts the phone down and the air con whirs, as it does.

Izana traces a finger along the curve of your ribs, counts them individually, along with your breath, before he slides into bed next to you, arms held tight and close around you with his lips finding the dip in your neck.

And counts your breath as he falls asleep.

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The time has come

Zuko × fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of sex.

Ignore the bad English, blame Google translate. Good reading. 💕

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I don't really know how to do this. - I say to Katara and Suki during my wedding party. - I've seen it in some books and it seems too painful to bear.

Katara and Suki look at each other, with a strange expression.

Look… You don't need to be afraid. - Katara says. I believe she must know, since she married Aang 4 months ago and Suki married Sokka 2 months ago.

It does hurt! - Suki says and leaves me confused about what to think.

Wait… Does it hurt or not?

Look, it depends on how it's going to be.

I raise an eyebrow at Suki.

I don't understand. How should I be? Because according to what I saw in the books, he's literally going to enter me. How could it not hurt? It's basically a stab, but…

Look, it's not like that, the first time it might hurt more because you're scared. - Katara doesn't let me finish speaking and interrupts me, surprising me. - But it'll be fine later, I swear.

Okay. But can you give me some tips?

Just stay calm, Zuko will do the rest. The boys are talking. It's probably about that. - I look at the people looking for them and I find them. And Zuko is incredibly red. - But after you get used to it, squeeze and lick the tip. They like it. - Suki says and Katara agrees with a nod.

Squeeze what? Lick the tip of what?

Trust me. We know what we're talking about. - They finish talking and look behind me. - Your moment has come, Lady of Fire. - And they leave.

I take a deep breath and look back, knowing who I'm going to find and what I'm going to do. I'm face to face with Zuko, smiling and still a little red.

Hi. Let's go? - He says, giving me his right arm so I can give him my left.

Hi. Let's go - I say with my voice trembling because of what's going to happen now and I give him my spleen.

wedding custom

Madara Uchiha × fem!reader

Warnings: Innuendo of sex and nudity.

Ignore the broken English. Good reading.💕

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-Maybe not.

- Of course I do. - I frown at him.

Madara was perhaps starting to go crazy.

Maybe not. He was definitely already crazy.

- I refuse for strangers to take off my clothes on my wedding night.-

He furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips, not happy with my decision.

- This has been tradition for centuries, dear. We can't just not say it like that.- I raise my eyebrow and take a step back, away from him.

Madara arches his left eyebrow and snorts, as a sign of impatience at my refusal of an old, crude and completely disrespectful tradition in favor of women.

- I thought we already talked about this. - he tries to approach me, with a small step, which makes me take two steps back. He rolls his eyes.

My fiancé apparently isn't the most patient, right?

- Yes, Madara. And I think I've made it very clear that I refuse such exposure.

- Rebel.

- Bossy.

He lets out a beautiful laugh and approaches me, with that sewer look that I like.

This time I don't refuse his approach, completely enchanted by the cursed man's gaze. Placing one hand on my waist and another on my face, I reciprocate by placing my hands on his shoulders. Holding on tight so I don't fall, thanks to the soft legs and the butterflies he makes me have.

- Then let's do the following. They will just the dress bigger. - Madara finishes saying and brings his face closer to mine, looking at my lips and going straight to my ear. - I take off the rest of the clothes in the room with just the two of us. - He finishes saying, giving me goosebumps and almost making me die there.

Madara laughs when he realizes, not that he doesn't know, what he did to me.

-Idiot.- He raises his hand to the back of my neck and comes up against my mouth.

Bathtub

Jason Todd × reader

Warning: +18

Summary: You've been in the bathtub for too long and Jason comes to get you.

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- Are you never going to get out of this bathtub?

- It's warm. - You say to Jason from where you are.

He smiles and starts to take off your shirt, showing that piece of skin that left you mesmerized.

You sigh.

He gets into the bathtub after finishing taking off all your clothes, causing water to spill thanks to his enormous size.

Jason had a hungry look in his eyes, as if he was ready to attack his prey.

In this case, you.

You let out a sigh thanks to him.

Jason kneels in the bathtub where you were sitting, leaning his chest against yours

And making you sigh with desire.

He was so close, his face was a small distance from yours.

It's tempting to kiss those kissable lips of his.

He murmurs a "hmmm" before leaning your mouth against his and kissing you.

You move your hand to his neck, and he moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing it there and making you gasp.

- Jason. - you moan into the kiss when he touches the tip of his cock to your entrance.

He lets out a hiss at the feeling of pleasure, stops kissing you and looks into your eyes with rapid breathing, then goes down and kisses your neck right on your sweet spot.

You roll your eyes, moaning his name.

Jason stops abruptly when he can't continue in the small space of the bathtub.

- Hold my neck and grab your legs around me. - He ordered and you obey without even asking.

Jason picks you up and stands up with you in his arms, as if you weighed nothing.

- Let's go to bed.

You laugh, at what awaits you.

whats up with the weird misogyny in some fics?? like i get that ur all “so thirsty” but some of what ive seen is just so weird

why are you showcasing this kind of objectifying desire? and treat it as if its a good thing?

mischaracterizing characters who respect women and people in general just to make them scummy men who see the reader (mostly afab/fem aligned y/n’s) as some kind of fleshlight who doubles as a punching bag

if ur that masochistic… okay then

when your crime lord son has glow in the dark eyes

At this point one just switches between refreshing the Cregan x reader and Benjicot x reader tag hoping for any fanfic to appear.