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I can imagine nanami being so good at nude intimacy without it being sexual

like he obviously loves you and absolutely loves your body but he also can sense your mood pretty well so just seeing you naked isn't enough to get him going

I can see him in the morning when he woke up a bit earlier than you and you two not in a hurry so you slide into your bathroom to see shower stall foggy and warm. you tug your (but originally his) tshirt and panties off as you step inside to join him, still a bit sleepy and puffy. you're immediately embraced by hot humid air as you press yourself against kento's back and plant a kiss on his shoulder blade. he turns around and holds your face in his hands as he kisses you tenderly, water cascading down his face, hair stuck to his forehead and eyes only slightly open, lashes wet. he hugs you and then helps you with washing - his strong hands massaging your sides, stomach and breasts. he doesn't get hard. you wash away all the foam before you two finish the shower and continue your day.

or you come back home late, annoyed because of your job. kento is already in bed reading, glasses on, as you walk in, talking and cursing. he looks up as you plant a quick kiss on his lips as you start undressing, never stopping grumbling about your job. you take off your jacket, white shirt and office skirt as kento simply listens to you and nods. next is your bra and kento smiles a little as hearing you sighing in relief. you tug your panties down and throw them into the pile of your previously discarded clothes. you complain furiously as you look - absolutely naked - for a clean clothes in the drawer. then you grab clothes and with "wait until I tell you the worst part!" leave him alone as you go into the bathroom. he chuckles slightly, his eyes going back to his book. he isn't hard.

so yeah. being naked isn't enough to make him hard.

(and maybe you return from the shower, skin warm and a bit wet, still sighing and rolling your eyes because of the job so kento cheers you up with his head between your legs as your thighs lay on his broad shoulders. his reading glass askew, strong fingers sinking into soft meat of your thighs as he licks and slurps. you shake as you cum and kento plants last wet kiss on your clit before he sits up and presses your weak body against his, book already in hand. he isn't hard even if his lips and chin are still wet)

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★ thinking about satoru who simply laughs whenever someone points out that you and him are an odd pair — likely wondering what an overly loud and boisterous person such as himself is doing dating you, who is the complete polar opposite.

because while he may excel in social settings due to years of practise being the centre of everyone's attention; you, on the other hand, struggle to speak to or even hold eye contact with anyone other than him, often opting to nervously fiddle with the sleeves of your shirt and hide behind his tall form instead.

and all he can think about is how they would react if they were to see how dramatically the roles are reversed the moment the two of you are alone, his shy little girlfriend whispering the dirtiest things into his ear while she rides him senseless.

“mmph— fuck, baby, y’gotta slow down,” satoru pants breathlessly, big hands gripping at your hips in a half-hearted attempt to stall your frenzied pace. “otherwise ‘m not gonna last.”

“you’ll last,” you assure in a deceptively sweet whisper, hands splaying over the pale, hard planes of his chest as you bounce up and down on his cock like your life depends on it. “but if you don’t, i’ll just keep going until you get hard again.”

and he just gapes up at you dumbly, drool threatening to spill from between his parted maw as he is rendered unable to do anything other then lay there and take it, the waterlines of his snowy lashes prickling with shiny tears from how good it all feels.

if he could collect himself enough to speak again, he'd probably gush about how much pride he takes in the fact that he’s the only one who gets to see you like this; the only one who you feel comfortable enough coming out of your shell around in order to show him the real you.

and oh, is the real you a sight to behold — head thrown back in ecstasy as you use him as your personal dildo to chase your own pleasure, plush tits bouncing freely with the force of each of your movements… and, most importantly, not a hint of your usual timidness to be seen.

but of course satoru won’t say any of this to whoever is currently inquiring about your compatibility. instead, his lips will simply quirk up into a small, wry smile and he’ll settle for muttering out a vague “we mesh together pretty well, actually.”

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birthday boy!satoru who sleepily grins and smiles when you wake him up with a giant cake and gifts in bed, slowly propping himself up on an elbow and rubbing his eyes, your sweet soft voice singing him ‘happy birthday’ as he looks at you with a little gleam in his eyes.

birthday boy!satoru who devours the cake you bought him right then and there, refuses to go to the dining room table or get plates and refuses to let you leave the room, a fork in each of your hands as you both munch on his frosty vanilla bean cake, satoru’s eyes lightning up like stars once he sees that his precious pretty wife also got him kikufuku, his hands shooting out to tear open the packaging and stuff two in his mouth at once, feeding you one in return and him poking your puffed up cheeks with a shiny grin because you’re just oh so cute.

birthday boy!satoru who still refuses to let you leave his side once you’ve both cleared the desserts, his arms snaking around your waist and gently pulling you to lay on top of him, your bellies full and the sugar swirling in your heads proving no match for satoru as he raises a sneaky hand, fingers looping and pulling at the thin straps of your top down to devour you next, his favorite dessert, you squirming and giggling as you try to swat his hands away and tell him no…. but you let him have a little taste anyways, it’s his birthday after all! 

birthday boy!satoru who hasn’t even taken a peak at his presents because he just wants you, licking you up like the icing he licked off of his fingers just a few minutes prior, wet slick tongue running from the side of your neck down to your puffy plump tits as you prop yourself up, hands on his bare chest and with a shudder to your breath.

birthday boy!satoru who slobbers hickeys into your tits and sucks your nipples like a freak, you whining pushing at his chest and telling him he’s sucking too hard, and him only giving you a muffled ‘but it’s my birthday sweets!’ before sucking harder and taking advantage of your cute boobs, his big hands gripping your upper arms to keep you up and still.

birthday boy!satoru who finally listens to your protests about how you have plans made for him and you need to get going, a pout to his pretty face and dramatically moaning about how he wanted ‘morning birthday sex’ from his wife, but his face quickly switching back to that loving silly grin you love so much as soon as he sees you giggle and smile.

birthday boy!satoru who is bouncing off the walls when you tell him you got tickets to the new winter wonderland festival that’s in your town, him wanting to go since practically birth (last year) and talking your ear off about it ever since then, sprinting out of bed and putting on his pants and thin sweatshirt.

birthday boy!satoru who pouts again when you drag him back in the house because his attire is not fit for the weather outside, and pouts still as you’re bundling him up in a thicker puffer jacket, his cheeks going pink once you press a sweet kiss to his jutted out lips and chasing yours for more, obnoxious kissy noises filling the air.

birthday boy!satoru who nearly collapses upon arriving at the winter wonderland festival, the name doing itself justice with the holiday decorations strewn about and pinecone ornament filled garlands hanging from every post lamp, the particularly snowy day adding to the christmas feel as he quickly interlaces your fingers together and drags you around.

birthday boy!satoru who gets in line to meet santa, scoffing over the weird looks the parents in line were giving him as you laughed, him muttering something about how it’s discrimination to be judged like this just because he’s not a kid, and that his christmas wish list was just as important as a five year olds.

birthday boy!satoru who jumps on the old man’s lap with a huge smile, santa’s alarmed eyes darting in every corner as your husband went on about the things he wanted (mainly sweets), not a single ounce of giving a shit in his body because it was his day.

birthday boy!satoru who finishes off his christmas wish list with ‘oh! and for my wife to never divorce me! yeah put that one at the top actually—’

birthday boy!satoru who refuses to let you treat him the entire day, saying he was satoru gojo and that he was made of money for you to spend, you playfully rolling your eyes as he got gingerbread cookie after gingerbread cookie for you, and the one time you show up with peppermint kikufuku, he kisses your cheek over and over a million fucking times in gratitude.

birthday boy!satoru who by the end of the day is spent from hours worth of eating sweets and desserts and riding the kiddy rides, requesting to get on the ferris wheel one more time just as the two of you were leaving to go home.

birthday boy!satoru who has an arm around your shoulders and a cheek on the side of your head on the ferris wheel, his heart fuzzy and warm despite the chilling temperature of the night, all due to precious little you that made his day so special in the way that you did, in the way that you do every year that makes him absolutely melt and feel worthwhile.

birthday boy!satoru who cups your cheek and brings you in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips amongst the glittering lights, music, and laughter of the festival below, feeling borderline emotional over the fact that he’s married to such a beautiful person like you.

“will you marry me baby?”

“toru we’re already married—”

“oh so you want to divorce me then—”

birthday boy!satoru who leaves the festival with you hand in hand, and with a new found sense of energy because his sugar filled brain managed to remember the promise you made him this morning, one that had to do with sexy time upon arriving home, his hands literally harassing you the entire car ride home with them shoved down your shirt or a needy squeeze to your thighs.

birthday boy!satoru who deems this the best birthday he’s ever had in his life.

but birthday boy!satoru knows that he has the best birthdays of his life every year actually, and knowing that they were ever since he met and married you, for they were never this sweet before.

authors note: happy birthday to my glorious honored one OH how i need him <333 :33

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west side story - tony finding maria and climbing up to her balcony railing to tell her how much he loves her even though they just met is so satoru coded like actually.

satoru knew he should've gone home hours ago and he had no business on this side of town anyway, he was a sorcerer. but he couldn't stand to go home without knowing if he'd ever see you again. especially not when your peach flavored lip gloss tasted so good.

"it doesn't open?" satoru pulled harder against the shut metal hatch above him with a disappointed expression as he stood on the railing of the balcony underneath him. "I don't have the key." You laughed.

"shit!" the snowy haired boy face palmed and you smiled wide at the profanity, he was so upset over such a little thing. you quickly shut your bedroom window, afraid your aunt was still awake.

cold metal pushed into your legs as you got on your knees to intertwine your fingers with his, your faces close. "i'd use my powers to break it, but I'd just get us both into trouble.." he sighed.

you thought for a minute,"you're a sorcerer?" he nodded. "you'd risk all that to be.. here...!?" he nodded again, pretty blue eyes staring deeply into your own. sorcerers weren't allowed in residential areas, jujutsu isn't always easy to control.

"you're worth defying the whole world." his nice white dress shirt a little dusty and his expensive dress shoes drenched from the dirty rain puddles he walked directly into when he finally found you. “I wanna be with you. I love you,” You laid on the metal now, trying to get as close as possible to him. “I love you” you whispered back, “I had a feeling that a miracle might happen tonight.. You’re all Ive prayed for.”

“But they’d never accept this satoru. Don’t you have that part of your life planned out for you anyway?— to marry the most powerful sorcerer and make ba—”

“I don’t care about that—I-I don’t want that, they don’t matter. I just wanna be with you” you swear you would almost melt from his words but still shook your head, he was so stubborn, was he even listening?

“And it’s not safe,” you continued, your eyebrows furrowed with worry. “I can control it— I’ll vow to never use jujutsu again if that’s what scares you” he countered every doubt you had with a solution, no matter if it was logical or not. “What if they—”

he cut you off, not rudely, more impatient to sort this out with you. “Then let’s run away together if you’re worried— somewhere nobody cares what I am or the rules or other bullshit like that. they can’t find us if we run away — I’ve seen others do it and they’re still missing.” he thought lightly about an old friend.

satorus fingers intertwined with you and those ‘damned metal bars’. You were so close to each other you could feel his breath on your cheek. “Run away?—Youre serious?” He nodded and you looked back at your window, your bedroom window — your whole life, and then you looked back to him, your potential new life. “To where?..Where won’t they find us?”

“Anywhere you want. I’ll run anywhere with you”

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The copying in the Outer Banks fandom has gotten completely out of hand. I am not only speaking for myself, but for people who I’ve also witnessed this happening to. It seems that some of you have the mentality of “oh! Well this has probably been done before in fanfiction so it’s not copying because they didn’t invent it!” But if you see someone’s post, and take inspiration from it IN ANY WAY, you need to credit them for it.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a moodboard of a fic they haven’t posted yet. Or just a simple thought they put out into the universe. Even if you use someone’s gif they took the time to make and share, there needs to be credit. I think the over abundance of !Readers has made a lot of regurgitation happening between blogs in this fandom. And I’m not saying you shouldn’t write them, but they’re all the same. Spice it up. And when there is something new? I see it ripped off over and over again until it’s like a telephone game and the original poster is lost in the wind.

It fucking HURTS to put your time, creativity, energy, and care into something and then see someone else take your idea, not even make it their own, and then proceed to give you zero credit for it. Taking inspiration from people is a fundamental human reaction that every person does. But it doesn’t matter if it was malicious. It still hurts just the same. I have posted moodboards teasing my AUs and have had people take that idea and write it before I can ever even post my fic. It fucking sucks. It’s discouraging. And it’s just fucking rude and inconsiderate as hell.

On top of that, it’s fucking boring. Why would you want to march to the beat of every other person in this fandoms drum? Fanfiction is about being whoever the fuck you want, writing whatever the fuck you want, but it seems like people care more about notes and what others think than the actual content they’re putting out. This fandom needs to be less about the aesthetics and more about the content. I’m tired of reading the same thing over and over again. I’m tired of the 500-1k blurbs that throw me right into the smut with no plot or backstory.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a little smut blurb down, but when it’s all you see? It’s gets old. But that being said, the lack of support on longer fics, smut, and angst, is extremely discouraging to writers and it causes us to not want to take the time and effort to write those longer things because while notes aren’t everything, feeling unappreciated in any capacity is shitty. It’s a byproduct of itself.

We need to be more courteous of others. There needs to credit given when inspiration is taken from others. There needs to be less worry about what other people like, what other people will think and more focus on the creativity and the fun of fanfiction. Something needs to change because I have been seeing this almost daily. I have had friends and mutuals coming to me for these exact feelings I’m feeling and it’s discouraging and exhausting to see. There’s also this fear around calling people out for stealing because whenever someone does, hell rains down on them. It’s not cute. People should be allowed to defend their creativity on their own blog.

And they wouldn’t have to. If everyone just started giving credit where credit is due.

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Me I fear

mutuals will log in at 7:42 AM and immediately start reblogging the wettest, hardest, and horniest posts I’ve seen in my life

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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Men who you can easily control and convince of things if you use your nuclear bombs, also known as your boobs.

There he was, sitting in that chair and reading documents for the past 4 hours. It is midnight and he still refuses to go to bed because those documents were apparently ‘really important’ and due tomorrow. Although you recognize his hardworking spirit, sometimes he takes it too far.

That’s why you used your biggest weapon.

You flashed him.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I really need to—” That exact moment of him finally turning his face to stare you back was when you lifted up your shirt, making him paralyze immediately.

His face was stoned at a perfect angle where he could clearly see and appreciate your breathing boobs, his eyes getting dry from the lack of blinking.

“Don’t you think you’ve worked a lot today already? You need have good-quality sleep if you want to work well…” You decided to act extra mean to him and used your hand to squeeze them in their favorite way.

He kept staring at your boobs in silence for some awkward seconds.

…

…

…

“Ok.” He immediately dropped his pen and jumped out of his chair and launched his mouth towards one of your breasts, taking it like he has been starving for it for years now.

Good luck dealing with him now.

Diluc, Heizou, Tartaglia, Itto, Wanderer, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Capitano, Cyno, Sethos

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You will find people who love you with the kindness you deserve.

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can we hear more about hospital bed konig from killshot

yes nonnie

Bed peace. Konig

konig who doesn't give a damn about a measly nurses note or a doctor's orders, he's a grown ass man - let alone a military officer, he thinks he knows what's best for himself more than anyone else. he can have sex whenever he wants to! — ‘unnecessary activity’ his ass.

your legs laid on either sides of his waist as you bounced yourself up and down on his cock. not too sure how he convinced you to do this for him since you promised yourself, the nice doctor and the nurse you wouldn't, but oh well.

he can't really focus on anything in too much depth anyway - maybe they gave him too many anesthetics. but that wouldn't make any sense because he was still wincing every time your elbow even grazed his leg.

konig's head started to fall forward as his eyes fluttered. strong gloved - you're not sure why they're still on—or even why they’re on in the first place - hands touched and grasped at your ass without really effecting your pace. "schneller gehen." he grunted it out in a demanding tone, but after a few more strokes and your pace hadn't changed he lifted his head, eyes meeting yours.

you twisted so you could look back at him, slowing down. "what'd you say?" shit, he couldn't even think in the right language anymore. "just..go faster" konig pulled the velcro strap off his gloves and pulled them off with his teeth before returning his hands to where they originally were.

you adjusted your rhythm until you heard a loud groan come from behind you, the bed creaking under the force of your movements. suddenly, he sits up, wrapping his arms around you, finding your chest. “come closer” it was like his accent grew thicker with every word. your hand flew to your own mouth before a moan could slip.

you glance at him, a little startled from the sudden change in position. “what are you—“ he cuts you off with another loud groan. “I want you closer” he growled at you, pulling you closer. You could feel his body tensing up with each thrust as you place your hands on his lap to steady yourself.

there was a moment where the door handle to the room rattled, someone’s figure trying to open the locked door — you froze up, and konig bounced you on and off his cock faster, oblivious to the unknown company. “fuck”

he breathes heavily against your neck, “konig” you whispered looking over your shoulder at him — too engrossed in the moment. the rattling at the door continues, someone says something but you can’t hear it. you lean on him, putting your hand on his strong shoulder. “Konig” you speak louder. “Someone’s at the door”

he looks at you, a flash of irritation and confusion clouding his face. “…what?”

Blondieeu x

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can I say something so brave. you could get izuku to cheat on his girlfriend so quickly it's not even funny

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yall so annoying with these damn spoilers

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content: gender neutral reader, NSFW

Y'all...hear me out. Imagine going to a haunted house with your friends, and halfway through your group is chased by one of the hired scares.

It's a tall, muscular, masked man in a bloodied apron and a threatening knife. You immediately blush at the sight (obviously) and slow your pace. As your friends scramble for the exit, you pretend to get lost and reach a dead end.

He seems to have picked up on your intentions, because he walks towards you until you've reached the wall, then places a hand above you, essentially trapping you underneath his massive frame.

"Shouldn't you be running away?" he asks, throwing a quick glance to the security cameras and making sure you're out of view.

He doesn't wait for you to respond and lowers himself to your ear.

"What's your name, love?"

Your knees weaken at his deep, harsh voice, but you manage to mumble a response.

"Alright, then. Tell me, what did you want me to do once I caught up with you, (Y/N)?"

His other hand points the blade against your chest, then lightly drags it across your body, stopping above your groin.

Anyways, you get fucked dumb by a slasher, in a haunted house. Good luck returning to your friends and keeping a straight face while you're still dripping with his load.

Thanks for coming to my horny TED Talk.