#♡.love letter

[jaegerdilf]

g!p mikasa!!!! being her little stepsister and her wanting to corrupt u, it’s a dream ><

pairings: mikasa ackerman x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + g!p + innocent! reader + virginity + blood + mommy kink + pregnancy + breeding

💌: THIS ASK IS EVERYTHING TO ME

“mikasa? what are you doin’?”

your voice shakes a little when you question her, eyes wide in shock as she seats you on her lap and slips a hand between your thighs, fingers circling your clit. the stimulation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, her fingers the first to make you feel this good.

“jus’ playin’ with you, angel. don’t mind me just enjoy it,” she replies with a smile on her face, giddy at the thought of finally getting to fuck your cunt.

you allow yourself to enjoy having your pussy toyed with and it makes you moan, nipples hardening under your blouse. her cock is fully hard now, precum leaking onto your panties n you decide to grind against her slowly. “do you like that, kasa? does it f-feel good?”

she can’t resist you any longer and pulls her dick out, lining it up with your hole before forcing her way inside.

“this feels better, sweetheart.” she answers with a slight giggle, cock twitching when you gasp and squirm from the pain of her breaking your hymen. she fills you up so well it’s almost overwhelming and it makes you cum with a squeal. “that’s a good girl,” she praises, “can’t believe you’re a virgin.”

“you’re takin’ my cock so well. fuck, gonna cum inside you ‘n knock you up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, sis?” she’s losing her mind as she continues pounding your cunt. “yes! i’d like that, wanna make you a mommy so bad, please!” your filthy words are her breaking point, cum spurting deep inside your womb as your pussy spasms, milking your stepsister for all she’s worth.

after mikasa pulls out she makes you suck her off n use your mouth to clean up the mixture of blood and cum <3

[kitti-luvs]

dating me is great because u get someone who is completely loyal and obsessed with you but i can't be left alone for five minutes or else i think you hate me and start trying to kill myself

[tomasweetheart]

“Oh, you are nasty,” Iwaizumi almost seethes, his eyes following the condensation on the plastic bottle while it drips down the side, “grape flavored water?!”

His words catch you off guard, lowering the bottle with a confused look on your face before your eyebrows furrow together more, “Yes, Hajime, grape flavored water,” you respond with an eye roll, “is there a problem with me hydrating myself after our run?”

“You know there’s perfectly good, normal water in the fridge too, right?” he scoffs, he’s still in disbelief. And it’s not because you’re drinking flavored water, more so because of the flavor of water you chose.

Oh. Now you get it.

“I’m aware of that yes,” you hum, a shit eating grin beginning to form on your face, “but I’m also aware that there’s a whole pack of flavored waters that will be left untouched if I do not drink them, because you can’t help a good deal at the grocery store.”

“I would drink them if they were any other flavor!” he protested quickly with a slight pout of his own.

“Oh, you are such a liar,” you rebuttal quickly, “name one flavor you enjoy, because I can name about six right now that you don’t.” 

“I like…” he thinks for a moment, sucking on his teeth while he roams his brain for an answer, “...I, uh…blue raspberry."

You two have had this argument over and over again. Ever since you were teenagers, Iwaizumi has had a certain distaste for actual fruit flavored things. You’d think an athlete would actually prefer the artificial flavors that at least taste like healthy food, but no.

“Not a water flavor,” you hum cockily, crossing your arms over your chest, “and blue raspberry is nastier than grape by a mile.”

“You are a sick, twisted individual,” he scoffs, waving his finger at you in playful disappointment, “I am ashamed of myself for letting you get into my pants, let alone my heart for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh hush,” you hum amusedly, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, “you said for better or for worse.”

“Mm, I also said in sickness and in health,” he responds with his own hum, his arms wrapping around your waist on instinct, “and you are definitely sick in the head for liking flavored water.”

His nose brushes against your own softly for a moment before he connects your lips with his in a tender kiss. A soft groan leaves his throat, unable to stop himself from running his hands along your sides as he deepens the kiss. Before he pulls away with an absolutely disgusted look on his face.

“What…?” you ask innocently through bated breath, with a soft giggle and smile.

“...You taste like grape.”

[petaltexturedskies]

your heart requires moonlight

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 7 October 1928

[nottsangel]

Rafe coming home after a long day and all he wants to do is suck your titties while you get your self off on his lap

just thinking about it makes me feel butterflies. i need this so bad my god. also thank you for sending this in <3

“i missed you so fucking much” rafe whispers as he places sloppy kisses on your neck while you’re sitting on his lap, desperately rocking your hips back and forth on his thigh, trying to release the tension in your body. his hands are gripping your sides tightly as he guides your movements, his thumb drawing slow circles on your skin under your shirt.

“you’re always on my mind. every minute of the day. don’t ever wanna leave you again” he hastily takes off your shirt, unable to wait any longer before he also skilfully removes your bra with one hand. he moves his head back and stares at you in admiration, taking in your beauty. “god, you’re so fucking beautiful. wanna suck your pretty tits so bad baby, show you how much i missed you”

he moves his head to your tits before taking one in his mouth, his tongue sliding over your nipple, causing you to moan as you throw your head back. you quicken your movements as he flexes his thigh, putting more pressure on your clit as you grip his shoulders to support yourself. his mouth continues to the other one, sucking it more aggressively while playfully biting your sensitive nipple. it feels like you’re in heaven at this moment as rafe continues sucking your tits while he whispers sweet words to you. “my pretty girl. my baby. my everything”

[positivelyadhd]

you don't always need to be working towards big goals or trying to radically change your life.

you're allowed to just take time to exist, learn about yourself, what makes you happy, and enjoy being here.

taking time to rest and recover does not make you any less then people that doing different things.

[goxjo]

aki pls, u never disappoint, feed me some umemiya 🫶🏼

tea my luf how lovely of you to grace my asks with your presence !!! and pleaaaaase what a coincidence I have been having pervy / yan best friend! ume thoughts as of late 🤧 (soft hurt / comfort thoughts too but right now it’s icky loving hours <333)

tw. yandere, alcohol, noncon photography, reader wears panties, panty-thief, inappropriate touching, implied noncon touching, morning wood (18+ only)

pervy best friend! ume who keeps a shit ton of your photos locked behind 'my eyes only' even though most of them are not remotely lewd. a good chunk of them are ones he took of you when you weren’t looking, just being cute ‘n silly. and others, well, your fault for being too careless wearing skirts that are a tad too short to be called ‘proper’. he’s never been more fond of pink frilly underwear the day you bent over at café pothos when he ‘accidentally’ dropped his spoon. ones that have disappeared from your drawers after that day for some reason.

pervy best friend! ume who’s glued to your side when you go out for drinks. one arm snaked around your hip, squeezing you, nuzzling his face on your cheek, pulling you closer to him when he laughs which is constantly. he gets a little too touchy. it doesn’t help that your crop top a bit too short, large fingers soothing your exposed sides, leaving light scratches beneath your underboob, even hooking his thumb on the bands of your jeans on one too many occasions - not that you’re aware of any of it. he keeps you from any guy who even dares to come close. despite your little lighthearted protests to let him let you live a little, you know for a fact he knows what’s best for you.

other than that, he always takes care of you on nights like these when you can’t handle your alcohol. and by ‘taking care of you’ that means he always takes you to his place when you get drunk. he helps you to his bed, fingers parting your soft lips as he swears he’ll always be there to protect you. that’s usually your cue to tell him “I love you, haji” in between hiccups.

and he’ll always be your reliable senpai, your ‘haji’, your best friend. just one that you usually wake up next to after drunken nights, hardened length pressing against your exposed thigh - exposed because somehow, you always manage to wake up with your jeans discarded, left only in your panties that feel dry right around your core. but of course, he’s only being considerate. it’s nothing he hasn’t seen. and he knows how uncomfy it is to sleep in denim when you’re absolutely hammered.

“morning, beautiful. did you sleep well?”

[dolcezzatoru]

Just seen your sfw & nsfw alphabet for gojo (my current obsession) and I think your grasp of his character is really good. I'm all for he's an all or nothing type. If you break through those walls he's all in. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for how he'd be if his f partner was a virgin and not very used or comfortable with being vulnerable or exposed.

hi angelcake, i wrote a lil bit of a fic instead (sorry) !! if this doesn't answer your question, shoot me another one and i'll write some delicious headcanons instead ♡ thank you for requesting, love ♡

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞?

gojo satoru x virgin f!reader

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,”

satoru nips at your neck, the two of you grinding against one another on the couch. the apartment was cold, and the only light in the room was the low light of the television reflected against you and your boyfriend. it was playing some show you two stopped watching a while ago, the quiet dialogue between two characters on-screen humming behind satoru’s soft pants.

it felt good. satoru was a little needy; his hands running all over your body, pushing his own further into yours to try and be any closer than he was now.

it felt good, you thought. or it was supposed to.

anxiety started to pull you out of what was a moment of ecstasy. you became a little too aware of it all–how his body felt on yours, the way your hands rested effortlessly onto his back, how your hands were clammy, and your lips might be chapped, and your hair might be tangled, and-

“hey now,” 

satoru catches his breath and runs the back of his hand on your cheek.

“you okay?”

his voice was soft, gentle, and concerned. it was safe. he was safe.

“i’m…um-”

your voice trailed off as your eyes darted to anywhere but his face. you settled on looking down into his lap.

“sorry. yeah, i’m fine. sorry about that,” you said.

satoru shuffled a bit more to get a better look at your face. something about the light coming off of the tv made your eyes look more watery than usual. but you had a soft blush on your face, and your lips were pouted and puffy. you looked perfect. 

“we don’t have to go any further if you don’t wanna,”

“it’s okay, satoru, really,”

“have you ever…done this before, love?”

“um, sure–plenty of times,”

your lie must’ve been bad, because satoru saw right through you. he squeezed your hand in his and laughed when he answered. 

“ah, i see, i didn’t realize i was with an expert in the field”

he was joking to make you feel better, but your face definitely got hot. you looked up to see him laughing, not daring to let go of your hand as he searched for what to say next.

“oh, shut up, satoru, i don’t know,” you make a weak attempt at defending yourself, “i’m nervous,”

your honesty makes his gaze soften into yours. he finally lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“we can go however far you want, okay?”

you nod as you feel emotions well up in your eyes.

“good to keep going, baby?”

“yeah, s’okay, satoru,”

he hums in agreement as he kisses you again, slowly working up to the pace you were at before.

it feels good. for real this time. you mean it when you think it, and you think it when you feel it. he feels good.

you stop a bit when satoru’s hand settles on the edge of your shirt, slowly lifting it. you pause as the cool air just touches the exposed skin, and satoru stops.

“is this okay?”

he’s whispering now, slowly speaking in front of your mouth as to not startle you, hurt you, or break you. simply treating you like he loves you.

you think on it for a fraction of a second, suddenly self conscious of anything you’ve ever done or been in your life.

and then you snapped back into it. satoru’s hand on your side, waiting for direction, while the other one was just underneath your jaw, holding onto your neck like he’d be lost at sea without it tethering you to him.

he was close, patient, and accepting. you figured no matter what the direction was next, he’d be okay with it. he’d listen if you were uncomfortable, if you needed to stop, if you felt self conscious; it all mattered to him in ways unexplainable. 

it’s because he did love you. he wasn’t doing these things like he loved you–it’s because already does. a lot, really. an unfathomable amount. it doesn’t matter if you wanted to fuck now or ten years down the line. it would be with you. you’d be together, and the details would just fall into place after that. he was sure of it, and you were just coming around to realizing that now.

“s’okay, satoru,”

he leaned in more to kiss you sweetly, nodding his approval for your consent as he carefully lifted your shirt off. he followed suit shortly after, taking his off with your help in solidarity. 

“god, you’re so beautiful”

this was the second time tonight he’s said that, in addition to the heaps of times the words have fallen out before today. it felt different tonight though. satoru could not be looking at you more when he said it. he said it like he was reciting a prayer–if he didn’t say those words it would kill him.

it made you bashful. you found yourself instinctively covering your exposed torso up and looking away. 

satoru took your wrists in his hand. 

you lean in to kiss him as he stands up to take off his pants, his erection suddenly obvious as his boxers try to contain it. naturally, your eyes point towards it. satoru’s quick to lift your chin to meet his line of sight.

“hey, eyes on me, sweetheart,” he smirks, “you okay?”

you’re at eye-level to his belly button, a soft white line of hair dancing down into his boxers. you hold his waist in your hands, using it to steady yourself as you rise to your feet.

“‘m okay, love, really,”

satoru kneels down to remove your pants and panties, pressing his face to your tummy to be close to you. he peppers a small parade of kisses across your waist as he gently palms your ass in his calloused hand.

he rises up to meet you again, taking your jaw in one of his hands. 

“are you still okay with this?”

his genuine care makes you melt a little, finding yourself clenching your thighs together at his sweet remarks for consent.

“mhm, please satoru, ‘m ready”

he leans in once more, kissing you a little feverishly than before, and holding your entire head in his hands as he pulls you closer to mold your body into his.

“sure, baby, just follow my lead,”

[uravitypng]

as a fellow denki lover, i would love to hear your interpretation of his kinks 🫶

ask and you shall receive♡ i will never not enjoy writing about denki(loml)♡

i know some people think he's a switch but he's not. <33 hard dom <33

dumbification- making you go dumb on his cock?? yeah!! people always underestimate him, calling him stupid, he's not and you know that more than anyone. but he does enjoy making you stupid though, thrusting into you hard and face, making your eyes glazed over with a vacant gaze on your face as you smile up at him dopey. "awe look at you babe. i've really fucked every brain cell out of you." his thrusts become harder with each word.

humiliation- seeing a humiliated look on your face after some hard degradation is one of his favourite looks on you. he's going to try to say and do anything that will humiliate you. "oh god you look pathetic, choking on my cock like that." "awe are you gonna cry? go on, show me, let me hear your pretty sobs" "what a slut. your pussy is so wet and i haven't even touched you yet."

piss- piss kink ties in heavily with his humiliation kink. i have a 1.7k word fic all about his piss kink, the whole thing is about it (x)

electrocution kink (him using his kink on you!!)- popped into his mind randomly and had to do it as soon as he could. he has you laying on your back with him hovering above you and touching random parts of your body upping the volts slightly each time just to see you jolt and yelp. obviously he knows how to handle the voltage and make sure he doesn't actually hurt you. focuses his touches on and around your nipple, also your inner thighs. after a particularity loud noise from you he stops his administrations and cheeks in on you, "shit! babe, are you okay, what colour? did i go too high. i'm so sorry baby."

you shake your head, "green! i'm okay denks but i want more," you rush out, pouting at the end, wanting him to continue and denki just shakes his head and chuckles.

"you really are a slut aren't you? i'll give you more if you want more."

[floralgraveyard]

okay fuck it. making a yandere ask game.

🎀 - would you tie your darling up??? using what???

💋 - what's your love language?

💌 - do you write love letters for your darling??

🔪 - would you hurt your darling???

💻 - do you stalk your darling???

💊 - is your darling addictive??

🩹 - what would you do if your darling hurt themself??

⛓️ - do you have multiple darlings??

🩸- do you like blood??

💉 - how far would you go to get your darlings love??

[jaegerdilf]

naruto uzumaki w/ degration and dumbification??

hellooo??

food for thought 😋😋😋

pairings: naruto uzumaki x f! reader

warnings: degradation + dumbification + impacy play + breeding + creampies + overstimulation

💌: love this ask sm omg

thinking about naruto’s obsession with fucking you so well it makes your eyes cross and your mind break. doesn’t stop even when he’s fucked you unconscious because he knows you wouldn’t want him to, knows you like waking up to the feeling of him dumping yet another load of cum deep inside your cunt.

you don’t know how long it’s been since naruto first buried his cock inside your poor pussy, eyes fluttering and clit throbbing from the oversensitivity as he continued to abuse your hole. he slaps your cheek, the sting causing you to moan. “wake the fuck up, want you to watch my cock split you open again,” naruto growls, “can you feel that? feel how deep ‘m fuckin’ you?” you nod dumbly because of course you can. his cock stretches you open so well, allowing for his cum to splash in your womb over and over again, his sole mission being to fuck you stupid. wants to make you his dumb cumslut and train you to be his good little whore <3

[kitti-luvs]

[tomasweetheart]

FAVORITE ࿔*:･ﾟ

꒰ m. osamu x gn!reader ꒱

° sypnosis: what's osamu's favorite food?

° warning: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!, post-timeskip, it's gender neutral but reader has a vagina, cursing, osamu calls reader: sweet thing, pretty & baby, oral (reader receiving), munch!osamu, cunnilingus, slight overstim at the end

° notes: DON'T LOOK AT MEEEEE!!!!!

Osamu swears up and down that he does not have a favorite food.

They are all equally delicious to him, every bite of every dish he tastes dances on his tongue with a new partner each time. Whether it be an elegant waltz from the caviar served at his brother's wedding, a playful jig from a bite from the plastic dish of dippin’ dots he got for nostalgia’s sake or the quick-paced two-step from the baked mac ‘nd cheese his Ma makes for every family picnic. It’s baffling that anyone would ever expect him to pick a favorite.

This is the socially acceptable answer. This is what he tells Atsumu when he asks for reference. This is what he tells his customers if they even suggest that onigiri is his favorite. This is his go to, but the truth?

Osamu’s favorite food is the one buried deep between the apex of your thighs. 

Just like every good dish, this one has to be prepared with love and care. It starts off tender, it always does with him. Slow, messy, desperate kisses with gentle nips at your bottom lip. His hands graze up and down your sides, before ultimately landing on your hips with a soft squeeze. Your skin feels so warm, so plush and right against the skin of his own hands. Rough from volleyball, fights with Tsumu and endless days molding his rice into perfect triangles. 

His lips move down, pressing messy open-mouth kisses against your jaw. Stopping at the junction that connects your jaw to your neck, sucking a deep hickey before continuing his journey. His hands travel up your shirt, but that’s as far as they go. He’s not wasting time, not tonight. That’s not what he’s hungry for. 

He’ll nip, and suck, and bite, and kiss until you’re writhing beneath him. Not even undressed yet, but somehow you can feel him on every inch of your bare skin. He’s got you right where he wants you. 

Your skin feels so hot, you’re pulsing, throbbing with need. Your whines only spur him further as he lets out a low chuckle and a quick: “Patience sweet thing, I’m gettin’ there.” 

He fumbles with your jeans, he’s too eager now. Too impatient, he won’t wait for his food to cool down. He pulls them off with one swift movement, your underwear catching on the denim and sliding down with them. 

“You smell so fuckin’ good baby,” he purrs, his now swollen lips making quick with the way they kiss along your thighs, “Ma always told me to blow on my food if it was too hot though…” he smirks up at you, “...and I don’t wanna burn my tongue.”

He stops just short of your heat, his hand reaching out tentatively. With two fingers, he collects your slick before spreading apart your lips, putting you on full display for him. He’s practically drooling now, blowing a stream of hot air directly on your throbbing cunt, chuckling at the way you squirm from his action.

You’re cooled down enough.

Eagerly, almost animalistically, he flattens his tongue against your slit. Careful to avoid the bundle of nerves that begs for his attention so desperately. He’ll get there. He laps every inch of your folds, relishing in the way his head burns from how tightly you’re gripping his dark brown locks. His hands hold your thighs firmly in place, fingernails digging in the supple fat while he continues to eat you like a starved man.

The noises he makes are absolutely sinful. Audible slurps fill the room, his own drool coating your cunt while you plead for him to at least ghost over your clit with his mouth. But he has other plans.

He catches the bundle of nerves between his lips, and he moans, fucking moans in sync with you from your taste alone. He sucks, laps, slurps, fucking devours you whole like you’re his last meal and he’s a man on death row.

His pace doesn’t relent, he’s moaning into your pussy, he’s not even focused on himself. He’s lost, you have him hooked. He feels your thighs clamp down against his head, his tongue moves quicker inside of your tight hole before he retracts it and licks another long strip the whole way to your clit, sending you over the edge.

He gives you a moment, only a moment for you to catch your breath before he dives back in again. Laughing hoarsely against your core as you whine and try to push his head away from the overstimulation, but he won’t budge.

“Now pretty, quit squirmin’,” he groans, “I’m tryin’ ta get seconds of my favorite food.”

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 7 October 1928, from Love Letters: Vita and Virginia

[nottsangel]

how do you think rafe would react to his gf coming back with a new tattoo in a place that’s only for his eyes. Maybe like a cursive R on her hip or the side of her boob

nah he’d love it way too fucking much. you’re officially his now. his girl. his princess. his property. like if there’s one thing that turns this man on it’s possessiveness. he’d instantly drag you to the bedroom and fuck you even more roughly now, his hand wrapped around your throat a little tighter than usual while he pounds into you at a merciless pace. he’d pull out and cum all over the new tattoo, making a mess everywhere on your body. “fucking hell, all mine now, aren’t ya princess?” he’d even threaten that you can never leave him now that he’s permanently on your body.

[positivelyadhd]

gentle reminder that I'd you're struggling with your mental health in any capacity, if you feel like you need help or want to talk to someone please do.

it does not matter if "other people have it worse" or you've been worse. If you feel like you need help, then you do.

You deserve to have someone that listens to that and takes you seriously. Your struggles do not change when compared to those of others. Someone being "worse" does not mean yours aren't valid.

Please remember that you never need to get worse to ask for help. If you need support, you deserve it, everyone does.