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[mochinomnoms]

So uhhhh...... what other kinks would octavinnle have 😗

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I already went into one I think Jade would have, so I'll list three new ones for each and a brief thing as to why, though it's not their only ones I would say it's some of their top ones.

Azul

Oral fixation: Azul has a refined palate, he can note each ingredient used in dishes with just his tongue! He's learned to put that tongue to good use, so it's logical to assume that he'd like to taste you as well. And Azul does love it so. There is no treat taster than you and your cum on his tongue, and while he's not one to indulge in his meals, for you he'd make an exception. I do hope that you are willing to keep your legs open for a quite some time, after all you wouldn't want to deny him of a treat, would you?

Praise kink: Let's be real, because of his childhood, Azul thrives on recognition and praise for his hard work. When he decides to go into something, it's never half-hearted, especially regarding his love and affection to you. So, praise him! Tell him what a good job he's doing, tell him to keep hitting that spot right there, oh god, Azul, you make me feel so goood~ It makes him feel so so good knowing that only he gets to make you feel like this, that only he gets to hear your voice praising him. It gets him off, so keep doing it at all times, whisper in his ear about how smart and wonderful he is in all aspects, the sweet tone in your voice gets him hot and heavy, turning into a need to keep hearing those honeyed words and show you just how deserving he is of your praise.

Breeding: Out of the trio, he is technically the only one with a mating season (two actually). And while he can usually get over those seasons on his own, with you at his side he instinctually develops a need to breed you silly! Who knew he had such a desire to become a daddy, you'll help him won't you? As his mate? Regardless of whether or not you can actually get pregnant, when the late spring and early fall come, he needs to fill your tummy with so much cum that it hurts! You'll spend at least two months out of the year with bent over or in a mating press until you're shuddering and twitching as milky white fluids are dripping from your hole. Now now, Azul can't have that, so won't you let him fill you just one more time? (It's never just one more time.)

Jade

Shibari: Jade thinks it's fascinating how humans don't have long, winding limbs to wrap their mates and make due with soft, pretty colored ropes. It's even more fascinating seeing the fat of your skin bulge against the ropes. Your chest, thighs, hips, all straining the ropes as your hands are tied against your back, helpless to his poking and prodding. Call him sadistic, but he loves seeing you so helpless underneath him, pretty eyes begging for him to use you and make you feel good. It makes him feel a sort of way to hear you beg to free your hands so you can hold him, dig your nails into his skin as your orgasm inches closer and closer. Jade does love having you be so helpless under him, free for him to use as he sees fit.

Service kink: Jade likes taking care of things, to be depended on. After all, he's so good at being a dependable partner, so why not place all your pleasure into his very capable hands? Be warned, though, Jade can be quite sadistic, and once you place your pleasure into his hands, it belongs to him and only him. There's no need to touch yourself when he hands long, nimble fingers to use, a long furling long to sink into your heat, and attentive eyes that watch and study every single moan, twitch, and breath you take. Jade will make sure that your lust filled brain will be drawn to him, immersed with the mind-blowing rapture he provides. All to the point that you'll only be able to cum through him, whether it be his mouth, hands, or dick. It's fine, Jade does love depend on, especially if it ruins you for anyone else after him. That's if you can bring yourself to leave, after all you'll never find another quite as attentive and caring as he. Jade's made sure of that.

Roleplaying: This plays a bit into Jade's service kink, but he does love dressing you up in cute outfits and making you play a bit. Perhaps he is a butler, and you're his master, bringing yourself down to ruin by a lowly servant as he fucks you into oblivion. Perhaps he's come to collect collateral from you for a deal, and you can only offer yourself. Maybe he's a big bad sea monster, and you're a sweet little human that drifted too far off into the sea. In any case, he loves playing into any of his roles, teasing you as you start of shy like an actor with stage fright. It's wonderful when Jade finally gets to see you lose yourself into your role, all for him. Though, don't be surprised if he decides to turn the table a bit, and dresses you up in a maid costume with a leash and collar. As much as he loves playing his usual role, Jade does also love seeing you coo and tend to him (and his dick) like the pretty, sweet spouse he knows you will be. Go on love, get on your knees and make him feel good. It's your responsibility to clean up the mess of slick you've left on his dick after all.

Floyd

Overstimulation: To no one's surprise, Floyd has plenty of energy to go around once he's interested in something, and you are very interesting to him. He wants to see just how much you can take of him and what he gives you until your crying and begging him to give you a break. But unless you give him your safe word, that delicious orgasm he just gave you is blending into the next as he seeks his own euphoria. But don't think that he won't just ignore his own overstimulation, because he will. Just feels so good for both of you that it almost hurts. And yet, Floyd just can't help and keep going. That yummy high on cloud 9 is gonna keep going, even through your shrieks and cries for a break, the rhythmic slap of skin, the shuddering breaths. He just can't stop, even if he wanted to, oh please Floyd! It's too much! It feels too good-AAAAH~ He'll keep going until you both pass out from sheer sensory overload and exhaustion, his dick still in you and ready to go when you wake back up.

Dumbification: This is a bit surprising, or maybe not, but Floyd loves fucking you until you're so sex-brained that all you can think about his him and his dick. He wants you to love his cock so much that you're bending over and spreading yourself open for him with hearts in your eyes. No thoughts, head empty except for Floyd and his cum. He wants a pretty smile with your tongue lolling out. He wants you to see him taking pictures of him fucking you with your hands forming a heart. He wants you to ignore anything and everything else except for him, because you're his little dummy that can only think about him and his pretty dick that's bruising your insides and shaping you for him. And only him.

Dacryphilia: This should actually come as no surprise, but Floyd gets really horny at seeing your tears streaming down your face. But not from being upset, no, he loves the tears that come from him overstimulating you. They're just so pretty! You're so cute, and he's so big, too big for you, but you try so hard! So forgive him if he's a bit mean, a little rough, and dragging out orgasm after orgasm from you so that you're whimpering and sobbing. Such a sweet sight reserved just for him, as only he can guarantee that these tears come from feeling good and not from something more sinister. Plus, Floyd really likes how you pout at him. It's just so cute!! And he just looooves cute things.

[wandaslovey]

can we have something on things wanda + natty say to bunny during sex?? (like how you said wanda talks more and nat is more degrading/nasty)

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this^ will continue to be shown throughout the vii series, but a couple of examples of what wanda vs natasha would say…

“yeah, baby, keep looking at me. i wanna see those pretty eyes.” “look at me. yeah. blya, malen’kaya krolik. daddy wants to see those tears.”

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart. i can feel you tightening around my fingers.” “desperate slut, you’re gonna cum for me already, aren’t you?”

“you taste so fucking good.” “you’re making a fucking mess. look at you.”

“you look so pretty when you cry.” “poor little thing. never learned how to take a proper fucking without blubbering with tears.”

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Wrapped in Winter - Park Jisung 𐙚

wc: 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, Lots of sweetness, playful banter, boyfriend Jisung being the cutest, explicit sexual content, fingering, teasing, semi-public sex, slight dominance, Jisung being a bit of a menace, daddy kink, exhibitionism, praise kink, choking, edging, dirty talk, MDNI 18+

When Jisung had a break in his schedule, you knew exactly what to do with it. A trip to the mountains—just the two of you, away from the flashing lights, the endless rehearsals, and the exhausting travel. He deserved this. A place where he could breathe, relax, and just be yours for a little while.

And from the moment you arrived, everything felt like a dream.

Your cabin sat nestled in a blanket of white, the soft hush of snowfall making it feel like your own little world. The first night, Jisung lit the fireplace while you curled up under a thick blanket, watching the flames dance as he lazily traced patterns on your thigh.

“Can we stay here forever?” he murmured sleepily, his head resting against your shoulder.

You smiled, running your fingers through his soft hair. “Tempting, but I think your manager might hunt us down.”

He groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “Five more days of you all to myself. I’m not thinking about anything else.”

Neither were you.

The next morning, you woke up to the golden glow of the sun reflecting off the snow-covered trees. Jisung was already up, leaning against the window, his breath fogging the glass. He turned when he heard you stir, grinning.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. We’ve got a lot to do today.”

That’s how you found yourself on top of a snow-covered slope, strapped into a snowboard, staring down at what might as well have been a death trap.

Jisung, of course, looked like he was born to be on one. He adjusted his goggles, smirking. “Bet I can beat you to the bottom.”

You scoffed. “Babe, I can’t even stay upright.”

“Exactly,” he teased. “Which means I automatically win.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s cheating.”

He just laughed, gliding effortlessly down the slope before stopping a few feet away. “Come on, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

“That’s a bold promise.”

You took a deep breath and tried to push off, but the second your board started moving, panic set in. “Oh, no—Jisung! Jisung, I don’t like this—”

Before you could finish, you were already tilting too far forward. With a yelp, you fell face-first into the snow.

Silence.

Then laughter.

You groaned, pushing yourself up only to see Jisung doubled over, hands on his knees, absolutely dying of laughter.

“You—” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “You didn’t even last three seconds.”

Scowling, you scooped up a handful of snow and chucked it at him. He yelped when it hit his jacket, then gave you a betrayed look. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?”

Before you could react, he skated over effortlessly and dropped to his knees beside you, gathering his own handful of snow. “Jisung,” you warned.

“Love you,” he said sweetly—right before shoving the snow against your cheek.

You shrieked, flailing to get away, but he was laughing too hard to actually hold you down. He wasn’t expecting you to tackle him in return, sending both of you rolling down the slope in a tangle of limbs and snowboards. When you finally came to a stop, he was flat on his back, breathless and grinning, your body sprawled across his.

“You’re a menace,” he muttered.

“You started it.”

His arms wrapped lazily around your waist, pulling you closer as he smirked up at you. “You know, you’re actually kinda cute when you’re bad at things.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks so much.”

He just laughed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips. It was freezing out here, but the second his lips touched yours, warmth spread through you like fire. He kissed you slow, lazy, as if you had all the time in the world. When he finally pulled back, his nose brushed against yours, and he whispered, “Come on, let’s try again. I won’t let you fall this time.”

And he didn’t. He stood behind you, his arms steadying your waist as he guided you down the slope, murmuring quiet encouragements every time you wobbled. His patience, his gentle laughter, the way he held you every time you almost fell—it made the frustration melt away.

By the end of the day, you were still far from good, but you managed to make it down the slope without face-planting. Jisung held his arms out dramatically at the bottom, waiting for you. “Look at my baby, a pro already.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest. “Liar.”

But he just pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m serious. I’m proud of you.”

His voice was so soft, so sincere, that your heart melted right there in his arms.

That night, after a long hot shower and a dinner you barely had the energy to finish, the two of you curled up in front of the fireplace, wrapped in the same blanket, your head resting against his shoulder. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your thigh, and every now and then, he’d press a kiss to your hair, murmuring sweet things that made you smile.

“Best trip ever,” he mumbled sleepily.

“You say that now,” you teased. “Wait till I make you go ice skating tomorrow.”

He groaned. “You’re really trying to kill me.”

“Payback, baby.”

He chuckled, squeezing your hand. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind.”

The next evening, after another day of playing in the snow and eating way too much hot chocolate, Jisung insisted on taking you outside to see the northern lights. Wrapped in thick coats and scarves, you stood outside your cabin, the world around you bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. The colors swirled across the sky—greens, purples, and blues dancing like magic.

Jisung was quiet beside you, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze soft. “Yeah… it is.”

You caught the way he was looking at you, and warmth spread through your chest. “You’re not even looking at the sky, you sap.”

He grinned. “Can you blame me?”

Your face burned despite the cold. You nudged him playfully, but he just pulled you closer, his lips pressing against your forehead. “I wish I could stop time,” he murmured. “Just stay here with you forever.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand. “We have right now. That’s enough for me.”

He smiled, like you’d just said the most important thing in the world, and kissed you again—slow, lingering, as if trying to memorize the shape of your lips.

The next day, your muscles were sore, and Jisung suggested something more relaxing—a visit to the resort’s heated indoor pool.

“I just wanna float and do nothing,” he announced as he dragged you along.

The pool was quiet, the dim lighting and warm steam making it feel secluded, intimate. You slid into the water, sighing in relief as the heat soothed your sore muscles. Jisung followed, stretching his arms along the edge, his damp hair falling into his eyes as he watched you with a lazy smirk.

“You’re staring,” he teased.

You swam closer, running your fingers through his wet hair. “Can you blame me?”

His hands found your waist under the water, pulling you effortlessly against him. The weightlessness of the pool made it easy to press against his chest, to feel the warmth of his skin.

“You know,” he murmured, voice dropping slightly, “I think this might be my favorite part of the trip.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The pool?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. Just… being here with you. Having you all to myself.” His fingers traced slow, teasing circles along your hips. “I missed you.”

Your breath hitched slightly as his hands roamed your sides, his touch growing firmer. “I’m right here.”

His dark eyes locked onto yours. “Not close enough.”

And then he kissed you—deeper, hungrier. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you tighter against him, and you gasped softly against his lips.

The warmth of the water wasn’t the only thing making you dizzy. It was the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin, the way he exhaled shakily when you rolled your hips ever so slightly, feeling the undeniable hardness pressing against you beneath the water.

Jisung groaned softly, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

You smirked, pressing another slow, teasing kiss to his lips. “Then let’s not get caught.”

And just like that, whatever restraint he had left snapped.

His hands slid lower, gripping your thighs as he lifted you against him, pressing you back against the smooth edge of the pool. Your breath hitched as his mouth trailed down your neck, hot and insistent, his fingers gripping your waist as if he never wanted to let go.

“You’re really testing me right now,” he murmured, his lips brushing along your collarbone.

You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, tugging slightly. “Then don’t hold back.”

You lean into him, your breasts pressing against his chest as your heart races from the thrill of the moment. The water sloshes gently against the sides of the pool, echoing the rhythm of your accelerating breaths. Jisung's eyes darken with desire as he reads the unspoken invitation in your gaze.

He slides his hand up to cup your face, guiding it to the side, exposing the tender skin of your neck. His teeth graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, "You're mine, baby." His other hand snakes between your thighs, the warmth of his palm stark against the coolness of the water. His fingers dance around the fabric of your swimsuit, teasing the damp material until you're squirming in anticipation.

With a swift move, Jisung pushes your swimsuit aside to reveal your slick folds. His eyes lock onto yours as he slides two fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit. You bite your lower lip, trying to muffle the moan that wants to escape, but the feel of his fingers inside you is too intense to keep quiet. He grins, knowing the effect he has on you, and presses his hand over your mouth. "Shh, baby, we've got to be quiet."

You nod, your eyes wide with arousal. His thumb circles your clit with just the right amount of pressure as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. The water splashes gently against your skin, the heat from your bodies mixing with the steam in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, urging him closer, silently begging for more.

Jisung's mouth trails down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses as he works you closer to the edge. His teeth nip at your skin, and you can feel the desperation in the way your hips rock against his hand. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your cheek, and whispers, "So greedy." He swipes his thumb over your clit with more force, and you bite down on your lip to keep from crying out.

His free hand moves to the tie of your swimsuit top, tugging it loose with a gentle urgency. Your breasts spilling as he wastes no time in capturing one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as you arch your back in pleasure. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin while his fingers work their magic inside you is almost too much to handle. You whimper against his palm, your eyes fluttering shut.

He releases your breast with a pop, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. His thumb continues its relentless torture on your clit as he adds a third finger, stretching you open. You gasp, your eyes shooting open to meet his, the intensity of the moment reflected in his gaze.

Jisung's thumb presses down on your mouth harder, silencing you as he picks up the pace of his strokes. You're so close, your legs quivering around his waist. You wrap your arms around his neck, your nails digging into his skin, trying to keep yourself anchored as the pleasure starts to build into something unbearable.

And then, with one final, deep plunge of his fingers, you come apart, your body convulsing against him. He doesn't stop, though—he just keeps going, drawing out every last shudder until you're boneless in his arms. You lean your forehead against his, panting heavily, trying to regain control of your breathing.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So fucking good."

He withdraws his hand, watching as you catch your breath, your chest heaving from the force of your climax. He takes your hand and places it over his crotch, showing you the hard evidence of his own desire. "It's your turn, baby."

With trembling fingers, you untangle his trunks, freeing his thick erection. The water ripples around it, and you can't resist taking him in your hand, stroking him gently. Jisung's eyes close, his head tilting back as he hisses in a sharp breath. "Yeah, like that," he murmurs, his voice low and needy.

You lean in to kiss him again, your hand working in a steady rhythm, feeling him swell even more in your grip. His hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as you explore each other's mouths, the taste of chlorine and mint mingling on your tongues. He whispers your name, and it's like a prayer, a curse, a declaration of war.

But then he stops you, pulling away slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Baby," he says, his voice strained with need. "I want to fuck you. Properly."

He sets you down gently, turning you around so that your stomach is pressed against the cool tiles of the pool wall. Your palms flatten against the slick surface, your legs spread wide as he steps up behind you. The water laps at your skin, adding a delicious friction as he lines himself up with your soaking wet entrance.

You gasp as he pushes in, his cock stretching and filling you completely. The sensation is intense, the water adding a unique element to the experience. His hands come down to grip your hips, holding you steady as he starts to thrust in and out of you. Each movement sends waves rippling through the water, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the quiet pool area.

Jisung's breath is hot against your ear, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're so tight, baby. So wet for me." His teeth graze your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine as he fucks you deeper, harder as you bite back a moan.

With one hand still firmly around your hip, he reaches up with the other, his fingers wrapping around your throat. Not too tight, just enough to make you gasp, to remind you of who's in control. You love it, the way he owns you, the way he makes you feel like you're the only thing that matters in the world. He squeezes slightly, his grip like a brand, and you feel yourself clench around him.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice low and gruff. You nod, unable to speak as he continues to fuck you against the pool wall. His strokes are long and deep, his hips slapping against your ass as he drives into you. You're lost in sensation, the heat of his hand on your throat mixing with the coolness of the water on your back, the friction of his cock inside you setting your body on fire.

And then it happens. The word slips out, unbidden and unplanned, a gasped "Daddy," that seems to echo through the quiet pool. Jisung stills for a moment, his eyes wide with shock and lust. He tightens his grip on your hip, his cock pulsing inside you, and you feel him grow even harder. "Again," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "Call me Daddy again."

You hesitate, the word feeling so naughty and wrong, yet so incredibly right in this moment. He leans in closer, his breath hot on your neck. "Do it." So you do, letting the word tumble from your lips in a breathless whisper, "Daddy."

Jisung's reaction is instant. His grip on your hip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, his cock swelling even more inside you. The sound of the water splashing against the tiles turns into a symphony of desire, punctuated by his deep, animalistic groans. The way he fucks you now is possessive, claiming, like he's branding you with every thrust. And you love it, the feeling of him stretching you open, filling you so completely that you can't help but push back, taking him even deeper.

His hand moves from your throat to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds you can't hold in anymore. "That's my little slut," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. The words are dirty, but they only serve to turn you on even more, making you wetter, making you want to scream his name. You bite down on his palm, your nails digging into his skin as your orgasm builds, the pressure in your belly coiling tighter and tighter.

You feel his hand leave your mouth, and before you can take a breath, he's twisting your head back so that you're staring up at the ceiling, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You're so fucking perfect," he growls. "So sweet, so tight. I can't get enough of you." His strokes are erratic now, driven by pure need as he fucks you against the pool wall. You can feel his release getting closer, his cock pulsing and jerking inside you.

You bite down on your lip, trying to hold back your own moan as you feel your climax approaching. The tension coils in your belly, tightening until you can't take it anymore. "Jisung," you pant, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm going to come."

He grins against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck. "Do it, baby," he murmurs, his hips thrusting into you with renewed vigor. "Cum for me."

The words are like a trigger. You can feel the orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing unbearable. You try to keep quiet, but as it washes over you, you can't help the loud, guttural moan that escapes your lips. Jisung's hand quickly covers your mouth, stifling the sound as your body convulses around him.

He doesn't let up, his own climax right on the edge. His hips slam into you, the water splashing around you like a storm at sea. You're lost in the sensation of him, his cock pulsing and releasing inside you. You feel the warmth of his cum filling you up, mixing with the water, marking you as his. It's a primal, raw moment, and you love every second of it.

He pulls out slowly, the loss making you whine. But before you can miss him too much, he turns you to face him, lifting you into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you out of the pool, not caring about the wet footprints you leave behind. Your skin is flushed, your breathing still ragged as he sets you down on one of the lounge chairs, the fabric cool against your back.

Jisung grabs a towel and dries you off, his eyes never leaving yours as he gently wipes away the droplets of water. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. You blush, feeling more exposed than you did when you were naked in the water.

He sits down next to you, his hand finding yours, threading his fingers through them. "You okay?" he asks, his thumb rubbing circles on your palm.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "More than okay." You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. For a moment, you just sit there, listening to the quiet sounds of the pool while enjoying each others company.

Minutes had gone by as you and Jisung lounged by the pool, wrapped up in each other and the blissful night air, everything felt peaceful. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your arm, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling completely content.

Until you heard voices.

“Who the hell is out here having sex?!”

Your eyes shot open just in time to see two older hotel staff members storming into the pool area, their faces twisted in outrage.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your stomach dropping.

Jisung blinked, still a little dazed, until one of them pointed directly at you both.

“There! It’s them!”

Jisung didn’t hesitate. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

Before you could even react, he scooped you up bridal style and took off sprinting toward the elevators.

“Sir! Miss! You need to stop right now!” one of the staff members yelled, their footsteps pounding after you.

“Oh my God, they’re actually chasing us!” you wheezed, gripping onto Jisung’s shoulders as he ran.

“I KNOW,” he gasped, half-laughing, half-panicking.

The sight of the elevators ahead fueled his desperation. “Hold on, baby, I got this.”

With an Olympic-level burst of speed, he skidded to a stop, frantically jabbing the button as the staff got closer.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon—”

Ding!

The doors slid open, and Jisung leapt inside, spinning around just as the staff nearly reached you.

“Better luck next time, grandpas!” he shouted dramatically, mashing the close button.

“DON’T YOU DARE—”

Ding!

The doors shut just in time.

Silence.

Then, the two of you collapsed against the elevator walls, panting and gasping for air.

“Oh my God,” you wheezed, still processing what just happened.

Jisung turned to look at you, wide-eyed. Then, at the same time, you burst out laughing, clutching your stomachs as the adrenaline wore off.

“That was—insane,” you giggled.

“That was the most terrifying moment of my life,” Jisung said, still breathless, “but also so worth it.”

The elevator doors opened to your floor, and Jisung, still giddy, picked you up again and ran to your room.

“No more running!” you shrieked through laughter as he kicked the door open, practically diving inside before shutting it behind him.

You both collapsed onto the bed, still giggling uncontrollably. Jisung turned to you, eyes twinkling, and let out a breathless laugh.

“Well,” he said, “definitely the best vacation ever.”

You grinned, heart full. “Agreed.”

And with that, he leaned in, pulling you into a kiss—sealing the night as one neither of you would ever forget.

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{Anon request 🦩}

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about dad bod price with his soft tummy, who's feeling insecure cuz he doesn't think he's good enough for you, so you gotta make sure he knows just how wild me makes you for him

Also hiiii. I've been busy lately and just lurking. hope you had a good holidays and new years.

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Thinking about sneaking your hand down Price’s pants, and cupping his fat cunt, before sinking two fingers into his wet heat, seeing the way his soft round fingers latch onto your wrist to keep you from moving away from him

Thinking about Price being hesitant to ride you and not because he’s scared that he’s too heavy but because he’s feeling embarrassed over the way his thighs shake as he works himself up and down your length, the way he huffs and pants only seconds into it, the way his stomach pecs and arms are jiggling with every move he makes but you love the view he makes, love when he gets too tired and let’s you flip him over before fucking him into the mattress

Thinking about having Price lay on his side while you fuck him or his thighs, feeling him clam down on your dick and grabbing at the pudge of his hips, watching the way his ass jiggles with every thrust you make and leaving pretty pink marks all over his skin

[forsaken-headcanons]

I might be the only person on this planet that cares ab him, so:

I see Rochas and John Doe as 2 different people, the same way people do with CK and Mafioso.

They have an adoptive father/son relationship. John found him dead one day (the tree had used him until exhaustion / death, and went to infect other victims probs) and felt pity, seeing a kid in such a state shook him to his core and was like "I will give you the life you deserved to live" and revived him Somehow I'll have to think of this. Which in turn made Rochas look the way he does in Forsaken.

I also hc John uses telepathy to speak (he can use his mouth but he prefers the secretiveness of telepathy). This ability also passed down onto Rochas and it looks like they're staring at each other very profoundly but in reality they're just talking about their days lol

—🦩 anon <- I might send more headcanons so just in case, that will be my sign

I actually just watched the Rochas313 ARG ysterday and I loved it. I also love your headcanon.

[mindless-maisie]

SPIN THE WHEEL!!!

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wheeeel says …

i’m just a doll :)

[enha-cafe]

i think jake gives the best head in enha i think he's sloppy and nasty and wet with it i think he loses his brain in your taste and scent *runs away* - 🦩

🦩 come here so i can give you a forehead kiss

jake who is such a giver when it comes to head. if you asked this man where his favorite place to be he’d say between your legs with no hesitation. he eats you out as if he’s a man on death row and this is his last meal. 100% uses his nose to his advantage. when he’s done with you your juices are all over his mouth and chin and he’s got the biggest grin on his face.

[webism]

I fear that I don’t know what cucking is… someone Enlighten me?…..

🦩

so cucking (cuckolding) is when one partner is made to watch their significant other get fucked by another person. usually that person watching (the cuck) gets off on seeing their partner fucked by someone else

[princessbrunette]

feel like john b would accidentally call his gf ‘mama’ but in a casual way not like a sexual one. like he’d be like “hey, mama” when walking into the chateau and your js sitting there. and he doesn’t understand why you got so flustered bcs he doesn’t realized he called you it.

i love him sm oml

-🦩

i feel like it’s the nickname he uses when he’s in a good mood, swinging through the doors to the chateau, drumming his hands on the back of your seat throwing out a casual “heeey, mama.” before heading to the fridge to look for a snack. and you’re facing away from him so you get to hide how smiley you get when he calls you that, deciding to show your gratitude by being all over him for the rest of the day <3

[gabessquishytum]

It all come from a writing prompt but I can't find it anymore but it goes a bit like this :

In a world of shapeshifters, you're a static, someone who will never be able to shift.

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Hob can't shift. He can hide it pretty well by now, especially by being one of the first to strike whenever there's a fight, before the other can change. He learned to hide it and lie, telling that he can change in a bear, making people wary of him changing because bears usually are unmanageable.

Dream knows it. Of course he knows it because he IS the Lord Shaper after all and would recognize a static anywhere for the fact that they usually are not a linked with him such as the others. But Hob is such a dreamer he makes it up in determination.

The timeline is the same that canon. Dream still get trapped, but when he gets out... he lost his ability to shift. He spent so much time in one form that he can't change it anymore. Even if he managed to escape from the basement, he feels like Burgess still got him trapped in his prison of glass.

Of course Hob immediately knows, because only statics moves like this. Like they are string puppets against the fluidity of the shifters. And Dream moved like that before... like he was a panther hidden in a human skin. Now gone is the panther but Hob would do anything to get them back.

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🦩

OHH I like it! I really like the idea that some people can just never shift, but there are also people who lose the ability to do it through traumatic circumstances. Being unable to shift is still frowned upon, even for those people. Hob has always tried to befriend people like that, because he knows what it's like.

When they reunite, Hob is desperate to help Dream adjust to his new reality. Hob even tells Dream that he's always been a static (he's never been quite sure if Dream knew or not). He explains that he's learned to live with being different, but that doesn't mean it's not difficult. He talks about how he sometimes dreams of being able to shift, and he always treasures those moments.

Dream is silently crying, and he wants to be angry and tell Hob that it's not the same. He's supposed to be "Lord Shaper", its completely different to Hob’s situation. But then it occurs to Dream that his ability to shift might come back - there's at least a chance. And Hob will never have that chance. No matter how long he lives.

And so he doesn't get angry. He leans a bit closer to Hob and accepts a gentle squeeze to his hand. Maybe it would be a good idea to join Hob in his dreams, and the two of them can run together. Panther and bear, or whatever animal Hob wants. Maybe it would be good to remind himself that he truly is free, although a part of him will always linger in that basement.

Maybe he'll come to Hob in the waking world too. To remind himself that someone really does understand, someone who will wait for as long as it takes for Dream to come back to him. Maybe if he's with Hob... a shadow of the panther will come back to him.

They've got nothing but time.

[mochinomnoms]

Ok idk if you have any silver thoughts but uhhhhhh what kinks do you think the pretty boy has 😶?

🦩

Hmmm good question, I don't have a lot of thoughts regarding Silver so I had to wrack my brain for some but I honestly think he doesn't really have preferences? I think he's more of the type to be into what his partner is into!

I am a firm believer that he would not like somno! He wants to be awake when with his partner, and he feel that he already gets frustrated with his narcolepsy. But I tried to think of three that I feel fit him.

Orgasm control: I think he would enjoy the various versions of this, though he prefers edging. It's very stimulating and keeps him engaged when you two are having sex, and it's fun for you to see just how frustrated and needy he gets. He's always so reserved, it's satisfying to see him melt and shudder in your touch~

Wax play: Similar to the above, wax play also helps with keeping him engaged and awake. I think he'd like the ones that also turn into lotion/massage oil to rub into each other's skin, it makes for excellent foreplay...though be careful that he doesn't get lulled to sleep by your touches, so be a little teasing and sporadic tehe

Marathon sex: Alright, so say that he's actually energized and very excited for you. It's a countdown for when he knocks the fuck out again, so if you both are down he is going ham as long as possible, getting as many orgasms out of the both of you as possible. When Silver is alert and aware, he wants to make the most out of his time with you, which includes fucking you silly. There is a high chance you both collapse in bed from exhaustion, but in this case he's quite pleased with himself.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hellloooo, BEN Drowned, and Eyeless Jack with Y/N who is like Mikan Tsumiki from Dangranronpa! OwO

-🦩Anon

Danganronpa is such a good piece of media guh <333

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ben Drowned

With you being so nervous and anxious all the time, he understands that sometimes it's hard for you to voice your boundaries

And with him, giving no fucks, is really awesome

You will always have this 5'0" piss goblin following you around telling people to fuck off

"They really weren't bothering me that much you know..." You mutter shyly

"FUCK OFF KYS ALSO YOURE GAY" Ben screams, being a shit monster to whoever dared to make you uncomfortable

He will always be holding onto you in some way

With how often you will just do what people tell you to, if he isn't paying attention you may just willingly be kidnapped

Which he can't have, obviously, because then he'd have to go find you, kill your captors, do the paperwork stating it was justified so he doesn't get fired, blah blah blah

And he really doesn't feel like doing that

So expect to gave him always either holding your hand or have an arm slung around your waist

He also tends to be very over protective of you because of how willing you are to literally do anything just to make sure you are liked

He won't actively involve himself in your friends, because he doesn't want to be overbearing or controlling

However, if he notices that one of your friends is really bad for you, then "magically" said person's electronics will be fucked with and they could potentially be doxxed

You know, hot boy shit

Eyeless Jack

He finds your extended medical knowledge to be amazing

It's so wonderful to finally have someone who can help him out with pretty much anything in the medical wing

But he thinks that all that skill is overshadowed by your extremely nervous nature

He knows that to some extent, this is because of severe repeated trauma, but he still can't help but wonder why what other's think of you matters so much

He doesn't pry, though

If you don't want him to know, then that's your business

With you both being so quiet natured, a lot of your communication tends to be non-verbal

Certain looks, hand movements and touches convey different things

For example, he knows that if you squeeze his hand twice quickly, you are very uncomfortable in the situation you're in

And he of course, takes all the necessary action he needs to make you feel comfortable

He's gonna work with you on your trauma SO HARD

By the time he's done with you, you will have healthy coping skills, a good mindset, and boundaries

Someone get this boy a jigsaw puzzle or something he's gonna solve everyone's trauma....

[discogirlsclub]

(Sukuna x fem reader) not proofread.

Sukuna had never known you as the type to be arrogant, the way you praised him and worshipped the ground he walked on always amused him, it became normal. So imagine his surprise when one day you turned your nose up at him and walked away when he asked you to come to his chambers

“Where do you think you’re going.” He said, crossing his arms and tilting his head in mild annoyance. You ignored him and continued walking, your path being defined by the angry expression you wore. He was left a mix of conflicting feelings. Should he punish you or let you run off, wallow in yourself a bit?

He called your name, gave you a warning, but when you walked out that door to the gardens he lost it. He followed you, his footsteps echoing through the hallway which you left abruptly. You had been having a pleasant conversation with Uruame, so what changed?

He went outside and called your time once more, his voice lowering to what could only be defined as a growl. You looked back at him

“I was hoping it’d be painfully obvious I did not want to see you, Sukuna.” Sukuna. That was odd. He scowled, not expecting you to call him anything but Ryoumen or an endearment.

he followed you outside angrily, his footsteps echoing in the hall you had oh so angrily stormed out

Nature was around you both, if there wasn’t tension present in the air one might have found it comforting to bask in the warmth of the sun. “Who was that girl you were with earlier?” Your voice almost cracked, but you kept it even.

you were livid when Sukuna started laughing, her mouth turning up into a grin as he sighed and looked down at you

“Stupid mortal, do you think I was trying to do be intimate with her? You are gravely mistaken.” He said, almost condescendingly

“you had your hands all over her!” You retorted, looking him dead in the eye as he watched you calculatingly. “did I? Why does it matter to you? You’re just a concubine.” He said, and fuck did you feel a pang in your gut at that. You wanted to me more, you needed to be more. And he knew that.

“I’m fucking leaving!” You yelled “You are most definitely not, mortal.” He barked at you. You turned away and went into a sprint, before your wrist was grabbed by Sukuna and you felt your back hit the bark of a tree. The sun illuminated your face, and the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

You held back a whimper, trying to push him off. “You are a fool.” He said. He lost it when you dared try punching his throat, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, lifting you as your legs started to thrash around. “Enough of this. If you’re only going to use your mouth to speak nonse, than it should be put to other uses instead.”

a feeling erupted in your core that you desperately tried to stay away from, convincing yourself it wasn’t true. It was. And the heat that pooled between your thighs proved it. Your breaths became more ragged as you watched him untie his robes, undoing the neat bow that adorned his back. You went to say something, before he shoved three of his thick fingers in your mouth, you went to bite down but he forcefully held your mouth open, switching your wrists to just one of his big hands. His second pair of arms were getting his robes off as if not fast enough, in an almost hurried rush.

“It’s pathetic, you’ve already given up for my cock.” He breathed down your neck and he lowered you to the ground and shoving you onto your knees, still having a firm grip on your hands and jaw. You tried to muffle words around his fingers in your mouth, he removed them and stroked one of his cocks, coating it in saliva, leaving the other one dry.

before you could say anything, he interrupted you “Now you’re going to make up for being a bitch.” You tried to speak before he felt one of his cocks shoved in your mouth, not giving any mercy and the earlier tears pricked from your eyes, not out of anguish but as a reflex when you gagged over his size.

You felt the tears start to spill as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, your hands forced to hold his other cock while he aggressively tangled his hands in your hair and moved your head back and forth, the pain at the back of your head noticeable but not important right now

He finally took himself out of your mouth and turned you around. He took the sash from his robes and tied your hands to a branch of the both of you, leaving you immobile.

it was a quiet peaceful day, save for the sound of your cries and moans as he shoved only one of his cocks into you from behind, holding your hips still “you like that huh? You like my goddamn cock splitting open your fucking ass?” You practically came from just that, the feeling washing over you in waves. He faltered for just a moment, you let out a sigh of relief.

“say my name” he growled, as he quickly started ramming into you with both of his dicks. You cried out a groan, managing to choke out “s—suhkuna!” He scoffed angrily, grabbing the nape of your neck to forcefully move your face to look at him “Try again, whore.” He smacked your ass hard.

“R—ryoumen…” you whimpered, his hand grabbing the fat of your asscheek, his nails digging into your skin. He hummed, almost as if in approval. He pushed you to the ground on your back, continuing to push into you with an unimaginable speed, your back hitting the soft grassy ground as he cornered you into the dirt. You let out a cry at he grabbed your thighs and pressed your knees to your shoulders, putting his head between your legs as an orgasm washed over him. He shivered as he rutted his last orgasm into your pretty cunt.

You begged him to stop, you did. You begged for him to slow down, to catch your bearings. His head steadily moved down to between your legs as his thick tongue caressed your folds. You would almost think he was being gentle, if you didn’t know him. It was like the calm before the storm

the calm before he bit down on your clit, his fingers coming up to separate your folds. He ran a long digit down, spreading his seed all over your holes. He shoved two fingers in, making scissoring motions to spread you even further. You gasped and moaned at the feeling, at the sight of him eating you like his last meal.

he smirked at that, proud at he strung out orgasm after orgasm until you were fucked stupid and barely able to speak. You had fat tears all down your face as he released your legs. He gathered you and picked you up from the soft grass with a gentleness unlike him.

he wrapped his robes around his waist, and put the top over your figure, covering you in his scent and his own clothes, a pleasing sight he might add.

“We are going to my chambers. I’m going to clean you.” He said, not looking at you but still holding tight. One of his hands rubbed gentle circles on your clit. You winced, but it felt somewhat comforting after the overstimulation and biting it endured

“y…you? Why?” You barely mumbled, still more than dazed from him

“I would hate to see you even looked at by any other being on this earth.”

🚪🦩💨

BABEEEE YOU NEED TO POST THIIIIIIIS IT IS WASTED IN MY INBOX HELLO YOU GOT THE WORDSS you anons need to stawp being shy with your writing and own it because we need MOOOREE

[rodolfoparras]

Oldman wolverine with a guy who looks like a lil shrimp, like short and skinny and really easy to underestimate. But then he realizes this guy is hung like a horse and that's where all his height went 😔

-🦩

SUGWR BEE WHY SID UOI STOP THERE maybe you aren’t even his type appearance wise you’re scrawny barely reaching eye level on the man he thinks you cant even scare away a stray cat if you wanted to do so yet you’ve somehow managed to stumble your way over to his table trying to buy him a drink for man that could probably be your father, at least that’s what he thinks you’re doing it’s hard to tell when you talk so much about the comics you recently read and the climate state of the world (fuck who cares ?) but he lstens to you anyway while his eyes trail down your body eyeing every little reaction you have to him (what ?he’s bored it’s either the shitty game playing on the television or staring down the drunken group of men in the back that are just about seconds from puking all over themselves) so he watches , watches how you jump when your fingers touch as you hand him the glass how you avoid eye contact with the other man , the stutter in your words when he smiles

he continues with this little charade up until the point he notices you’re squirming around in your seat and there it is the outline of your hard cock showing through your ill fitting pants Jesus Christ? This is what you’ve been hiding? Now it’s Logan’s turn to squirm around in his own seat and maybe its bc it’s been a long night or too many drinks flowing through his system but he invites you back to his house which you looo absolutely stunned at but happily accept the offer you even thank him for the invite(such a strange thing to do so but somehow it makes him smile ) he takes you back to his place you spend time blabbering about the pictures hanging on his walls and all the other silly decorations while he’s thinking about all the ways he’s going to cum with the help of your cock eventually Logan leans in for a kiss corners you up against a wall as his hand sneaks down your pants feels around for what he’s been eyeing all night..

[forsaken-headcanons]

🦩 anon here it's not Dusek or Rochas/Doe this time but I got sad seeing all the sad 7n7 hcs so here's a funny one I came up with a friend:

—He's a redditor. Would frequent tech + gaming subreddits prior to having CK. After CK arrived, he'd mostly visit parenting subreddits.

—Has played (and is pretty cracked at) Overwatch. He's also played CSGO and Gears of War at least once in his life and probably owns all of the Assassin's Creed games. Has an old xbox that he decided to gift to CK so he can play Fortnite on it.

—Knows the entirety of Star Wars lore

Oh he is absolutely a redditor. Probably one of those with three billion accounts.

[tmascloveletters]

There's a trans guy at my school who's a friend of some friends of mine and he's always so shy. He's always shrinking into himself, trying to make himself small. I see everyone in his group get flirted with and complimented on the daily while he's right there and he just stands there. And it hurts to watch him and it hurts to watch him post on his story that I don't think he realises he has me on about how he feels so unloved and unworthy. It hurts to watch him because I want nothing more than to kiss him forever and make him smile because he has the prettiest smile I've ever seen. I hope I can tell him that one day.

🦩 (cis boy, he/him)

this is so sweet.

even if you can't tell him now, i'm sure one day in the future, you will. and i'm sure that whenever he sees his friends being flirted with in the future, he'll smile, knowing that he has you in his corner.

you've got this.