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[starrbright]

Mindless Thoughts

Mild dubcon. Filth. Nonsense. That's it. Inconsistent patterns. A teaser to a full works that hopefully i'll do soon. Abrupt ending.

Matsukawa Issei: He gets off on watching a specific category of porn, forced gangbang, that is. He's the ceo of it, idcidc. One woman being used by multiple men, urgh, he's an addict to it. Is he guilty? Somehow he finds himself at least barely so. He does not give a fuck!!!! When has he ever did. The man has his countless favorites of videos to choose from whenever he wants to let himself loose. He's picky as well. This man has gone deep in a lot of sites and he's seen a lot of things he didn't like. Does he like watching more than four men ruin a woman, duh, he still has a few bits he doesn't like though. Which is when they're really pushing it too much, such as a man putting his foot on her head—he fucking hates that, idc. Sexual filth he loves it, duh, but miss him with any—it's what he thinks to it—bullshit of scat, even watersports especially when it's directed at her, or just straight up disgusting of running a woman's face on a bathroom floor, smother her face with a dirty mop—because what the fuck, he still regrets coming across to a certain few videos then. Anywaysssss, urgh, he likes to see the struggle. The blatantly literal power imbalance. The taunt of men. The degradation. The submission. The screams and whimpers of one woman against men as they use her.

He thinks about pulling off such a thing with the three more than often. And when he meets you with them—well.....he gets to fill his fantasy. This man is a straight up predator, I'll always stand by that. With his horsecock, no less!

Kuroo Tetsurou: Fuck this mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Disgusting. Hate him. I need him to do this to me. Urgh. This suit and tie bastard reeks of chikan. Consuming porn and hentai when he was in his late teens, he didn't really like it whenever he comes across it, sticking to some other generic but good stuffs he finds. But of course, what do you fucking know. Ever since he started his career, always taking the train like he hasn't before, prim and proper with his crisp suits and the small suitcase he has—he's never seen, more so felt the appeal of it more than ever after being into his surroundings while he's deep in his mind as well. The rush hours of getting home from works always has the train filled. It makes him remember, think of it. Right, there's the thrill of doing something so wrong in public yet still hidden, the chances of being caught high, and just the scenario of being seen and watched quietly to their perverse indulgence of the fleeting moment. That's what's it about then, he realizes.

Fuck himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. He went home that day and immediately made himself comfortable in his bedroom, browsing for porns and hentai of it, fucked his mind and cock raw.

What a bitch the timing was, just when he purchased a car by installment a few days ago, he suddenly has no eagerness now that much in using one. And really? What confusing luck he has. How come he's never seen you before around in the company? Given that you most probably work in different sections, but now after that revelation of his to himself, really? There he stands in front of you after being cramped in haste just when the doors were starting to close as he hurried for the last train in that time. Wearing the same lanyard of your company, he's a bit surprised as he immediately knew. He stands tall in front of you as he looks down at you while your eyes just stay barely on his chest. Given that you're probably uncomfortable from the tight space you have on each other, but he didn't want to bear an unbearable commute and make it even more awkward between you two if you somehow see each other again and especially in the company, nor keep you feeling uncomfortable. Sure. He greeted you. Said you're both in the same work despite that was obvious, made you laugh a little from how easy it was to be at ease with him. You talked the whole ride. Behind Tetsu's friendly demeanor, or rather the suitcase he holds hides and prevents his hardened cock that's suffocating in his slacks for you to see and feel. Damn him, he knows.

Sickening man. Sickeninggggggggggg. You became the muse of his desires, one would say. Oh, you did see each other again in the company then, at least because he made it so. Did all the unsuspecting ways for him to get himself be at your section. Coincidences, he says to you. You became close. He always tagged along with you in lunch, or drop by with what free time he had, and of course, with you when it's time to out from work. It's the same thing for a month now, taking the train together, talking or not, his mind was on one thing only; him on you. Thinking of how many times he's already thought of you, imagined you as he watched his loved choice porn and hentai, groping you through your clothes or just straight up fucking you there.

A guy could only have so much patience. And why not be fully a bastard then? You think it's just natural accidents when he's suddenly too close to you, bodies firm on one another, or when he grasps on your round waist to keep you steady, his breathing on your neck, feeling more entrapped not by how cramped it is inside the vehicle but because of him, or the hardness below him sometimes you get a feel from all it.

It's not intentional, you always tell yourself when doubts and possible guesses arise in you—until one day your eyes are held on each other as he has you on your back against the doors and he has his smirk.

"Took you long enough."

Bokuto Koutarou: Darling sweet man. Baby boy. This sweet angel. How could anyone immediately guess he's still a man at the end of the day? You didn't. And that's on you. Thinking rather too much of how a light he is, you forgot anyone still always has their needs. Especially the boisterous man that he is.

But then again, blame shouldn't be too much on you when he was just always simply nice to you. Koutarou always used that to his advantage. It's fun. People thinking he's such an angel when he's just like any other guy that would fuck anyone with a hole. He's a destroyer!!!!! As unserious as that is.

He's a connoisseur of forced gangbang as well. Thanks to him being an athlete with always all of the players, his teammates having their builds, the time in the lockers, showers, just overall as an athlete—when he found such a thing the first time he knew any explicit medias, that was what he became into. Fantasies of just taking a cheerleader or a fan with his teammates always plagued his mind before or after the games, or even just in training.

Now he's a pro. That didn't change at all. If anything it made him want to do something more about it now he's a lot grown. And you're one of who works with msby. The amount of times he's indulged himself to the thought of using you with the rest of the men is.....concerning.

And when he just brought it up randomly to them, as shocked as everybody was....they weren't against it.

On a random day of their training. You hadn't got a clue why Meian asked you to stay after just as you were about to leave and almost everyone has already left.

Image used. I indulged this with @shaisuki before like on may jsjwjdjjw and bc issei has been bugging me a lot lately again and just seijoh4, really, i had to do it. I'm on an agenda with this gangbang nonsense!!!! @seijhoeist, mwuah.

[ssahotchnerr]

OMG OKAY, AN IDEA INSPIRED BY AN OUTFIT (or two) I FOUND ON PINTEREST!! (I'd like them, but you can't on anon)

Okay, so, you've been dating Aaron for a little while, long enough that you guys live together and Jack would like, love you.

Jack would have a lot of friends at school, and all the mom's would be really close and friendly and would hang out for the sake of having their kids hang out, and they'd sort of be friends in a sense. So, one day, (I don't have the logistics figured out, so bare with me.) you'd have been talking to one of the moms about a way to kind of insert yourself into the school a little more and make more friends so that it's less awkward when he wants to hang out with his friends. And, the mom would suggest you host a garden party. So, you'd throw a garden party with all the mom's and their kids and Aaron would just be the most supportive person ever because he knows how stresses you are. Like you'd be planning this for weeks and you'd spend hours setting up. He'd go to the grocery store with you and help you pick out good foods. And he'd help you pick out decorations and hang them all up. And he'd make sure everything was as perfect as you'd want it to be. And ofc he'd be there during the party and talking to the mom's about how sweet you are and about you in general.

Anyway, sorry about the word vomit that thought has just been rotting in my brain. 🫶

STOP <3333333 fem!reader

when you first bring up the party to him, you're a bit nervous. you're afraid he'll think it's dumb or unnecessary (which you know isn't plausible because he would never) - he's fully on board, soo supportive and immediately off the bat says, "let me know what i can do to help🥹" and gives you suchhh a sweet kiss 🥹🥰🥰🥰

all the prep <333 you're scouring pinterest for ideas constantly - food, decor most importantly, outfit planning, fun activities for the kids. hehe you do this in bed at night, with aaron resting his head on your shoulder. he's watching you scroll, adding input, answering your questions: "is this cute?" "what do you think about this???" and eventually he has to pry your phone out of your hand, place it on his nightstand, so you go to sleep 😭🫶🏻

and week of the party, he's the most helpful assistant <333 as the two of you are grocery shopping, he's in charge of the list, reading off to you what you need as you grab it off the shelves. aaron also helps put together little party favors, helps you make name tags for the tables, and simply does anything you ask of him. he knows how important it is to you that it goes smoothly 🥺 hehe i also like to think at this point, you, aaron and jack have moved out of his apartment to a house with a backyard - where the party will be taking place - so he's on landscaping duty. making sure the grass is mowed and neat, no leaves or sticks are laying around, and even jack helps!!! hehe you planted some pretty, colorful flowers for the occasion as it is garden themed, and jack helped with that 🥹 aaron also wakes up early with you the day of, to begin the prep and setting up. omg imagine him putting together the balloon arrangement you picked out 🥹<333 he would get SO frustrated LMAO but in the end it turns out perfectly 🥰🥰🥰

and since you're so stressed out about it going well, about the other moms liking you and making friends, if the weather is going to cooperate (you were in tears a few days before the party, the forecast predicted rain😭) and aaron clearly knows how stressed you are, he makes sure you take breaks, provides reassurances and helps you get your mind off it frequently <3 hehe he uses the excuse that he needs attention 🥺🤨🫵🏻 and how can you say no to him 🥰

and during the party, aaron's making sure you're enjoying yourself - this is your party. so he takes care of everything - if something is needed, he grabs it or resolves it himself, makes sure the plates of food are always replenished, cleans up. you went through allllll the trouble of putting this together, so you're going to be a part of it and not solely on hostess duty <333

aaron's even outfit-coordinated with you 🤭 his button-up of the day matches the color of your sundress <333 jack's shirt too!!!

AND AHHH HE LOVESSSS gushing about you to the other moms 🥰 he has the most sickly sweet smile on his face the whole time. about how sweet you are, how attentive and loving you are to jack, how lucky he is, how you complete their family perfectly <333 he of course compliments you on the party you put together too 🥹 "isn't it amazing? she did the most amazing job." 😭💞💓

and throughout, he keeps going to your side, pulling you close at the waist, kissing your temple 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭 and simply keeps an arm around you as often as possible <333 either listening or adding to the conversation you're partaking in <3

after everyone's left and the two of you are cleaning up - jack fell asleep on the couch, all the excitement wore him out 😭 - 🥹 aaron's keeps saying how proud of yourself you should be; the party turned out better than he could've ever imagined, the moms all loved you, he's proud of you, etc <3333 hehe he even throws in the teasing comment that now they're all going to be asking you when the next party is 🥹🥰

[kusakabesimp]

KusaHigu Headcanons: Sunrise to Starlight

Kusakabe was irresistibly drawn to the hidden warmth beneath Higuruma's icy exterior, a glow that shone on Kusakabe like the sun, even on the darkest days. Just as the sunflowers he'd carefully planted outside their bedroom turned towards the sunlight, Kusakabe turned towards Hiromi's light and presence.

In the small, quiet moments they shared, he cherished this warmth the most. In the morning, Hiromi would draw back the curtains, allowing sunlight to stream into the kitchen while Atsuya made breakfast. Without fail, Kusakabe would invent an excuse to set something on the table, giving him the chance to sneak up behind his husband and wrap him in his embrace.

As Atsuya held Hiromi close, the sweet scent of violets and blossoms filled his senses, a fragrance etched into his memory. It was like those unhurried afternoons spent together on the sun-drenched porch, reading in comfortable silence, the air filled with the gentle scent of flowers drifting in from the garden. Kusakabe occasionally glanced up from his book to admire how the light kissed Hiromi's face, highlighting the gentle slope of the adorable nose he loved so much.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they walked along the winding trail past the dojo, basking in the warm, golden glow of the setting sun as it painted the leaves with shades of pink and orange. They'd sit together on the grass, enjoying the cool evening breeze as the stars began to emerge. And just as sunflowers turn back to the east at night, they lay side by side under the glittering stars, captivated by the silvery light of Kusakabe's rising moon.

I DO NOT authorize use of this headcanon for other writing!

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Hi hi! I really like your writing! I was wondering if I could request regressor Aether with caregivers Diluc and Kaeya? Maybe something hurt/comfort if you are up to writing angst :3

I LOGE ANGST !!! Also this is like 970 words omg </3

The sun was too bright. Clothes too itchy. It was loud. Loud, itchy, bright - Aether was so tired of it all. The sun beating down on him, the hilichurls chanting and screaming, the grass itching against his back. Aether was so tired of the wilderness. Everything screamed at him to go back and find find his papa or dada; the world was too harsh for a baby who simply wanted to be loved.

Albeit his yearns (and small tears) Aether didn't turn back to head for his carers - no he couldn't. He had to keep moving and find his sister. It didn't matter if Aether's legs felt like jelly has he stepped back on to Liyue Harbor from Inazuma; nothing mattered until he found his sister.

Paimon steadied Aether as he stumbled on the dock, body adjusting to the steady world (and a world twice his size, he feels so smallsmallsmall). "Hey traveler! I think maybe we should take some downtime" Paimon's voice trailed off towards the end.

"No Pai'on can't, we gots to go Su'eru" Aether sniffled and shouldered off Paimons hold. Everything around him was rapidly growing, his head was fuzzing at the seams, and Paimon was being too caring.

Streets in Liyue were loud, they were loud and crowded and tootootootoo much. It was suffocating, Aether needed out. He needed out, he needed papa and dada Diluc and Kaeya.

"Hey goldie!" Hands lifted Aether up under his armpits, pulling him away from the crowd, the noise, the suffocating feeling. "It seems like I came at the right time, huh?" Kaeya stood in front of Aether, smiling up at the boy he held.

Carefully Kaeya shifted Aether onto his hip, moving them out of the crowd. "Hey Paimon, what are you guys doing here in Liyue?" As Aether lifted his head up to respond Kaeya quickly ruffled his hair while moving the boys head to his shoulder.

Paimon floated up to match Kaeya's height and grinned, "We just got back from Inazuma! The traveler had to fight the Raiden Shogun and we helped her and the Kamisato clan and so many others!" As Paimon went into stories of their time in Inazuma, Kaeya worked on settling her and Aether onto his horse, deciding that the boy would probably prefer the comfort of Mondstadt.

Kaeya's horse slowed to a stop in front of Dawn Winery, turning itself slightly so Kaeya could easily get Aether off its back. "There we go bud," Kaeya lifted Aether up and back on to his hip so he could easily hitch his horse up to a post, "are you excited to see papa sunflower?"

At the mention of Diluc Aether excitedly nodded and tapped Kaeya's chest with his palm, "Papa! Hurry, hurry!!" A grin had graced the boys face as he spoke, already looking up at the porch steps. Flowers that the boy had planted by the stairs the last time he was here (the last time he regressed..) were already blooming. Had it been that long?

The porch stairs creaked as Kaeya stepped up them, walking slowly so Aether could look at the flowers and pillars (why did baby Aether always love the pillars). As the two approached the door Aether excitedly leaned over - almost toppling - to knock on the door. "Woah there sunflower! Lets not fall out of dada's hold, kay?"

Aether looked up at Kaeya, big puppy eyes staring at him as if he was going to cry. "Sorryyy, was e'cited to see papa!" Aether's voice rose a little at the end of his apology covering the soft squeak of the front door opening.

"Oh my, my pumpkin has come to visit!" Diluc watched as Aether excited leaned over and reached out to him. A grin blessing his face, he hadn't seen his papa and dada in so long! It felt like eons since they were able to see each other - partially due to Paimon and Aether being locked away in Inazuma and partially due to Aether shoving his regression away.

Now that the blond was wrapped in his papa's arms he could not remember why he ever shoved the fuzzy feeling away. Deep within his subconscious though Aether knew there was a reason, of course he did. Every day he had to remind himself of it so he would keep up the act; he had to keep shoving it away (for the betterment of those around him).

Diluc squeezed Aether's cheeks, dragging the boy out of his own head. "Hey pumpkin, do you want juice or milk?" The question was spoken softly, almost as if Diluc was afraid of breaking the kid with his voice. Each option was resembled with different colored cards in Diluc's hands, an option for if he was nonverbal at the moment (he was, Aether always loved how his carers knew him so well).

Juice was soon brought to Aether and Kaeya dropped down next to boy, "Now what are we playing bud! We have stuffies and we have blocks?" A bag of blocks sat in front of Aether along with a small collection of the stuffed animals that he kept in Dawn Winery's spare room.

Quickly Aether grabbed a stuffed animal and forced their paws into his hands so he could make the animal pick up and stack blocks. "Ooo Mr. Hops is building!" Diluc leaned over the couch and smiled, "what is being built?" Aether looked up and grinned before putting a finger in front of his lips and mouthing 'secret' at both boys.

With that, the three spent the rest of the day running around and playing. Aether 'forcing' (it was simple puppy eyes, the brothers Cannot resist them) Diluc to give him a piggyback ride, and Kaeya helping him hide grapes they snuck from the vines. <3

[chiffiorra]

"toma, you're gonna catch a cold!"

"don't worry 'bout it. let's just get out of here, okay?"

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kept forgetting to post this but this was done by the amazing @fittsythesnail, a very sweet and pleasant individual to talk to! give her some love and do commission her <3

[mapofthewrld]

" who is she ? "

in which : marjorine and kenny have a play date, and kenny learns a few new things about himself (kenjorine)

butters hears a gentle knock on his front door. he springs up from his seat on the couch and rushes to open it, impatiently fiddling with the lock with a large grin.

he opens the door to reveal a gush of fresh spring air and his best friend, kenny. he wears a baggy tshirt and pants. his blonde hair is in a messy bun with strands framing his smiling face.

"heya, ken!"

butters beams at the other child. kenny takes in the sight of his friend, dressed in a polkadot dress and white leggings. his hair is in a small ponytail in the back of his head, with a bow adorning it.

kenny smiles. "hey, leo! or is it marj today?" kenny knew butters- or marjorine, as they sometimes liked to be called- was genderfluid, and their name preference just depended on the day. he was happy to oblige.

the energetic blond pulled his tired friend into the house, gently shutting the door behind him. he quickly flashes a bright smile to the other. "it's marjorine today!"

kenny gives him a nod as he's pulled upstairs, into his friends bedroom. scattered across the floor lay a few dolls and video game controllers. marj let's go of his hand and sits on the bed with a smile.

"so, what do you wanna play?"

the other blond takes a seat next to his friend, giving her a thoughtful look. "i don't think i mind," he finally decides. "whatever you wanna play!"

marjorine claps and grind wider at the other. "really? oh, this is great, ken! can we play dolls?"

kenny agrees without missing a beat. not only does he love seeing the smile on his friend's face, but he quite enjoys the game himself.

- insert play time here -

"here you are, princess kenny!" marjorine giggles and claps her hands together, moving her doll in front of kenny's. ken smiles and moves his doll's arms, waving at hers. "thank you, lady marj!"

whenever the boys played dolls, kenny would (more often than not) play as a character called "princess kenny." he found joy in her and her relationship with lady marjorine.

the real marj studied his face carefully while he blanked out. "hey, uh, kenny?"

"yeah?"

"do you like bein princess kenny?"

the boy's eyes snapped to the floor. his hands found each other and he cracked his knuckles subconsciously. "i mean, i guess so."

"do you.. like when i'm marjorine?"

"marj," he took his friends hands in his own with a smile, "i like you all the time."

and with the shine in her eye, the toothy grin she gave back, kenny knew without a doubt that he really did like his friend any way she was.

[jaehunnyy]

Invisible string

Genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff (in the end)

Word count: 0.8k

Pairing: florist!Yeosang x gn!reader

Warnings: usage of pet names, mentions of break-up, heartbreak descriptions, possible grammar mistakes haha

Requested by: @i-luvsang (song: Invisible string - Taylor Swift)

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Days and nights were a concept that Kang Yeosang had forgotten a while ago. Minutes seemed hours, hours seemed months, and months seemed years for the blonde boy, since the day he realized that he was stuck in a world without you. He woke up in the middle of the night again, desperately searching for warmth, for his comfort—you. The darkness in his room indicated that it was still too early for him to be awake, the only source of light coming from the headlamps outside. The dim glow of the little gold accessory he was wearing constantly was visible even in the dark, becoming the only way he could feel close to you. It still hurt him.

It's been 3 months since you had to leave to another country to chase your dream, and he had no choice but to let you go; not because he wanted to, but because he loved you. He didn't want to be a barrier between you and your future career, he thought he could bear watching you from the distance. And oh, how naive he was for that. But nonetheless, life kept going on, and he had to accept this and look forward, in order to be able to see you again.

Knowing that he won't be able to get any sleep, he decided that he could at least do something productive—so he left his comfy bed and went to the flower shop he owned, right across the street. The fresh perfume of his flowers made him grin a bit, at least there was still something that could make his heart fill with joy. Yeosang decided that the best thing he could do was to keep himself busy, so that's when he started to clean and organize the shelves, until the unavoidable happened and he fell asleep, head surrounded by the white rose petals, which made him stand out more than anytime.

For you, things were not the same either. You kept thinking about him, and San, your best friend, wasn't helping much. He always told you about Yeosang and how much he suffered, that's how you knew he still loved you the same. Though at some point, you decided that you've had enough. You could have a career anywhere, but your love was there, and you needed to have him back. You were ready to get inside your once shared house, but something else got your attention—the enlightened flower shop. You wondered if he left the lights open when he finished working, but when the windows allowed you to see a blonde haired guy, sleeping with his head on his arms, leaning on the desk, you realized that your actions were behind this. You got inside the shop carefully not to wake him up, and got closer to the desk, a bright, sincere smile stretching your lips.

"Sang… i missed you, angel," you whispered softly, your hands finding their way in his fluffy hair.

He flinched a bit and woke up from his light sleep, facing you—the love of his life. He thought he was dreaming, the most beautiful dream he's had in a while, but everything about you was precious to him, even when you weren't his anymore.

"Y/N…?" he stood up from his seat, his first instinct being to touch you, to see if you were truly real.

"It's really me, Yeosang. I'm back, for you." you smiled again, your arms wrapping around his neck softly, hugging him tight. He returned the hug immediately, almost taking your breath away, just to replace it with the pure love rushing through his veins.

The same gold bracelet adorning your wrist caught his attention, making him smile with sincerity for the first time in a while.

"You still have it…" he whispered, grabbing your hand and placing a sweet kiss on it.

"Of course, baby. One single thread of gold tied me to you, forever."

He could feel his eyes getting teary, he loved and missed you that much.

"Even if our home didn't feel the same without you, I was glad you were pursuing your dream—otherwise, I wouldn't have had the power to let you leave me."

"I realized that home is where the people you love the most are, Yeosang. And you are my home, the one I'll never leave again."

"It was hard without you. I was wondering if we could wrap all of our past mistakes in barbed wire, and be there for each other," he stared softly at you, his eyes holding the whole universe in them.

"Of course, my love! We will be on each other's side, from now on."

He nuzzled contentedly into your neck, just like a little kid who found his lost parent. Even your separation felt right at that moment, cause it only seemed to bring the two of you closer. The gold thread that bonded the two of you had also tied your hearts, marking them with each other's love, forever.

[donniepodsshow]

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[candysunoo]

Guys I’ve been obsessed with dress to impress recently I’m going to make a SMAU about it I hope you like bullying children (SUNOO or maybe JIUNG) on the internet (/j we don’t bully children)

[rosiereveries]

🩷welcome to my blog🩷

Hi! You can call me Rosie, I am 22 years old. I just started writing, and I’m happy for any notes and reblogs. If you like my work and want to send me asks or prompts, I’d be happy to write for you. I will try to post something every day and will probably start with short stories and drabbles.

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I write adult content, and you must be over 18 to read it. I mostly write from a female perspective, but I will try to write gender-neutral readers as well.

I mainly write for Call of Duty characters, even though I’ve never played the game and don’t plan to. I just like the characters and their vibe. I write for John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, and König, but I will likely expand my choice of characters over time. I am also a huge swiftie so I will probably write some Taylor Swift's song inspired stories.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BE KIND.

🩷 masterlist 🩷

smut - 🔥 | fluff - 🍭 | angst - 🌧️

John Price

Secret Santa | Part two | Part three 🔥

Christmas party 🔥

John Price as Santa Claus 🍭🔥

Christmas gift 🔥

New Years Day 🍭

One night stand 🍭🔥

The Eras tour movie 🍭

I was enchanted to meet you 🍭

Regency era 🍭

Your boyfriends dad | Part two 🔥

Simon Ghost Riley

Your good neighbour Simon 🔥

König

Christmas cookies 🍭

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Kinkmas With Candy! 🍭

Here’s my Kinkmas 2024 lineup! Please look forward to them! The schedule might change a little here and there depending on what comes up in my life but this is what I’m aiming for. There’s a possibility you might see a short bonus drabble or two at some point, but nothing is set in stone.

I hope you all enjoy these when they’re posted and, as always, comments, reblogs, etc are very much adored! Have a wonderful Christmas or Holiday or whatever you celebrate! 🎄

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

December 1st: I’m Your Present! - Togame x Reader (Wind Breaker). Togame asks Santa for a cute chick to play with all night and you, Santa’s cutest helper, get sent to him Christmas Eve night. Kinks include bondage, praise, overstimulation, and use of toys.

December 10th: I Got a Goth Santa Boy For Christmas! - Dabi x Reader (Boku no Hero Academia). You ask Santa for a hot goth guy to fuck you stupid and Touya (Santa’s grumpiest helper) shows up at your door. Kinks include spanking, humiliation, and degradation.

December 20th: I’ve Been a Naughty Girl! - Sukuna x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen). Sukuna is a pervy mall Santa and your friends dare you to go sit on his lap and tell him you’ve been a naughty girl. Kinks include (very) rough sex and cock drunk Reader.

[starrbright]

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐔𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬

He consumes. There's nothing much to say to it than what it simply is. He hungers and he eats. It's a slice of himself, a part he doesn't talk about too much or never at all. He loves too much. Adjoin desires and void, he's that kind of person who harbors a yearning for something more, he can't explain it that much, really—he just loves too much.

Call him foolish. Mad. He always has this vision of a creature, eyes dead yet glowing, a mouth that opens widely with its long fangs bared, copious droplets of saliva with its sharp tongue slithering with growls that rumbles from within each breath it takes—that vision rises whenever he's in deep in your comfort, be it in the night of a fervor indulgence, to gazing at you as you lay deep in your slumber, or he's just plainly staring at you when you eat.

To eat you whole and keep you in him. Be it his teeth and fingers rip you apart, every string of flesh, drop of blood, piece of bone, fragments of teeth—the idea satiates of what he physically can't.

Miya Osamu, Matsukawa Issei, Akaashi Keiji, Kita Shinsuke, Ushijima Wakatoshi (im right idcidcidc), Sakusa Kiyoomi (if you get it....well...), Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru (he's literally insane), Choso Kamo, Sukuna (he will do it)

[bkgsdoll]

⋆🍭.✧˚ katsuki bakugou masterlist 🎀ɞ˚‧｡⋆

small thoughts hehe

drabbles [100-500 words]

teasing nerd!bkg - wc: 199 summary: teasing your sheepish boyf during a study session on your bed :3 these are what titties feel like - wc: 285 summary: virgin!bsf!bkg has no idea what to do when a girl wants him to touch her boobs.. so u show him what they feel like!

blurbs [500-1000 words]

sensei!reader x pro!bkg - wc: 876 summary: your pro hero boyfriend comes into your kindergarten class for a q&a! cookies and studying - wc: 839 summary: popular!bkg visits nerdy!reader's dorm one night for a study session where he gets free cookies! (and a new friend) first hungover morning with kats - wc: 799 summary: title ! fluffy fluff c:

oneshots [1500+ words]

all for you - wc: 5.3k nsfw - featuring kirishima - scream!au summary: there's been a masked serial killer running around your sweet town, targeting and murdering your friends left and right. however, you soon find out.. there's two killers-- and they're after you. but not in the way you thought.

headcanons

bakugou's wife has too many pets! bkg with a reader who loves horror bsf!bakugou (completely platonic)

mini masterlists

sugar and salt, mini-series

10 days of katsmas, 2024 christmas event

[cindol]

cotton candy princess reader and her gingerbread man nanamin .

nanami kento x black coded fem reader

tw + — candyland fantasy au ,

cw + — nanami is a gingerbread man but he still looks human in someway, everything in this world is candy based ( obviously ) , reader is low key an workaholic, nanami and reader are friends with some romantic tension, slightly suggestive massage,

syn — to help the cotton candy princess, nanami gives reader a much needed distress massage .

a / n 🍭 : was suppose to be a drabble but it’s more longer (world building sucks ) ! Left on a cliff hanger because erm me bad at endings

back to candyland . ​divider creds : @ / anitalenia

If there was one man who always could hold you down it was nanami, ever since his teen years of spraying that funny ginger snap smell on his blonde hair he was always there for you, just some royal girl with a pink cotton candy afro.

and he definitely knew when you had enough and overworked yourself.

“Nanami have you scheduled that appointment with peppermint knight gojo? I remember him talking about wanting armor updates..”

“miss y/n.”

“oh! And lord licorice, that man can be difficult but please do try and get in contact with his people so that we could come in agreement.”

“y/n..”

“and black milk painter! I know he just moved into this kingdom but I’d like him to feel welcomed by the people and me, please do send a bouquet of chocolate cosmos to his house!”

“y/n!” he said it in a louder tone than usual making you stop your rambling and pacing back and forth around your office desk.

He sighed scratching the back of his head.“I apologize for shouting princess y/n but I can’t help but say perhaps you’re stretching yourself too much..”

you hummed, agreeing but still kept to your original thought.“but I am the princess nanami, I have to stretch myself for these people, time doesn’t wait for me, only moves forward.” It was hard for nanami to get to you, you were just that much a workaholic, working for everybody but never for yourself.

Walking to you nanami put a hand on your shoulder.“yeah? Well this kingdom would need their princess in tip top shape. Time moves forward but I’m sure you can take some time to yourself for one day.” If there was a drum set in here you would’ve heard a comical ‘bddst!’ at his time joke.

you whirred, putting a hand on your chin. Nanami was your assistant, a smart one and you would take his advice just this once.“fine fine.. just for this day since I must.“

Nanami had a soft smile at that.“good, then I can show you exactly what I have planned for you.” that got a confused hummed from you.

unbeknownst to you nanami had been planning a private massage day for you with help from the peppermint knight gojo satoru. As much as he hated the man he knew what a woman needed to relax.

The room he used for the massage session was some abandoned bedroom in the candy kingdom. The lights dimmed, hard wax candy candles lit around the room and a pink massaging table long enough for you body in the middle of the room.

For you this was foreign. You weren’t someone who got your hands dirty but more use to working all day, all night for your people. You didn’t understand how this would help you relax really.

You only chuckled in this pink towel covering your body stopping at your legs. Near the massage table was nanami with his sleeves rolled up putting lotion on his cleaned hands.

“Didn’t know you’re the one giving me this ‘much needed massage’ .” you put quotes on the words with pointer fingers with a quirky giggle.

Nanami just shook his head smiling.“you never asked but again, I didn’t expect you to be the type of woman who would know about massages.”

“what? the pink dress I wear around didn’t make me come off feminine enough to know?” You joked making nanami falter and a slight blush on his face.

You sniggered at his reaction.“oh I’m just pulling your leg kento, now let’s get to this anticipated massage yeah?”

Once it came to the massage you didn’t expect nanami’s hands to be so…. skilled.

His hands smoothed out every uncomfortable crack in your upper back. He was making it hard to not make some hum or grunt.“mmph.. really working those hands of yours aren’t you?”

“Can’t help too, it seems like you’ve never heard of doing a good stretch in the morning, princess.” He innocently added that princess but it made you grumble and a barely visible blush on your face, you knew nanami didn’t mean it any teasing way but with how he said that nearly in your ear while massaging your naked back made you feel funny.

Before you could make a whitty comeback his hands went down to massage your lower back getting a sharp gasp from him and another funny feeling in your stomach.

That made nanami stop his hands massaging your flesh.“hey, you alright there?”

You just coughed, trying to cover up whatever little noise you were gonna make.“just caught me off guard.”

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Regressor Diluc and Kaeya with CG! Adelinde

Kaeya and Diluc don’t get along in headspace ! But it’s the sibling rivalry kind of way rather than their. Normal not getting along

Kaeya is older than Diluc in headspace and likes to tease him about how He’s the big brother and Diluc must listen to him

That gets a swift block to the head for Kaeya and a scolding from Adelinde for Diluc

Kaeya will drag Diluc everywhere! Sure they’re rivals but Kaeya just HAS to show Diluc something (Adelinde is always behind them)

On Library days Kaeya always runs through the Main Street of Mondstadt instead of going the back ways with Adelinde and Diluc

Adelinde is okay with it as long as Kaeya promises to be there on time and not follow anyone (she knows no one will take him but she worries!)

Diluc always tears up if Kaeya isn’t on time (no it’s totalllyyy not cause he worries his big brother got taken!! It’s just cause they have to wait to go into the library!)

When Diluc is in his kidspace he and Kaeya play wrestle but it’s always cut short by Adelinde cause while they’re little they still have big bodies and Can Hurt Each Other

Diluc shows Kaeya his favorite spot to eat grapes in the vineyard

These boys always give Adelinde a heart attack and a headache

Dinner is a Mess, poor picky Diluc and defiant Kaeya

Kaeya always reads Diluc a bedtime story while Adelinde sits to the side waiting to tuck in both boys

[valentine-cafe]

Could I get a bungeoppang, pretty, please? 🥺 I'd love a drabble of fem reader losing her v-card to him

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˖⁺. “ tender hands ” : 

﹙ detective grim reaper bf x fem reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 9948e seong-jin x fem reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ detective  ˖ grim reaper character ﹚

your first time with your typically rough lover turns out to be quite soft in fact <3

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ loss of virginity ˖ fingering ˖ penetrative sex | wc : 2.2k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: this was sooo sweet to write

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“Come on, pretty girl. . .”

The swell of pleasure between your legs nurses the arch to your back. Curls your grip into the sheets. Parts your lips to the ceiling at the slow stretch and release of your gummy walls. In, out, in - out.

Your hips slowly crane into his hand. He rewards you with his palm flushed to your clit in tender grinding motion. It spins your head into disarray as pleasure nearly makes you numb. You buck into his touch more desperately. Whining all the while.

“S-Seo - Seong - Seoongg-jinnn please,”

You needn’t say what you’re begging for. The detective has heard it for the past few minutes. Your pleas and begs to feel him. Not his fingers. A wonderful as they made you feel. As much as you clenched around them.

You needed him.

“Sshh, dollface. Soon, alright?” His thumb strokes along your cheekbone. A soft kiss blooming in its wake. It turns into a few more. Tender. Gentle. Much like his fingers that make languid come-hither motions within your squirting cunt.

Your breathing speeds. Chest rising and falling in heated motions as the pleasure begins to twist within your stomach. You want more - but you know this is for the best. Not only is this your first time - but Seong-Jin is ample times bigger than you.

You can only imagine what he looks like down there. The thought slicks you up further and you whine as your aroused mind starts to unveil all of your deepest desires. Imageries.

“Yeah that’s it. . . That’s it. Doing so well.” He gives a few, somewhat quick thrusts to egg your approaching climax, before slowing once more.

The way your face twists and you reach up to grip at his shoulder should be considered a blessing. Something that he should revere. And so he’ll worship you with his warm lips along your neck. To your collarbones. To kiss along your breasts and nipples. Suck along the soft nubs in alternation until your whines grow to the point of utter desperation.

Words weigh heavy on your tongue. The pleasure is a culprit. You can barely think straight. Let alone give a coherent sentence. Instead all you can do is move against his hand. Cling. Hope that your incomprehensible stutters and gasps will tell the tale for you.

“Seon. . . S-Seong - Seong-jin - f-feels -”

“Yes sweetheart? Feels good right? Here?”

He curls his fingers into a spot that shoots sparks throughout your entire body. The base of your spine tingles and a cry splutters in your throat. Heat washes over your form. You gasp out for the sweetness of air as everything tightens, then releases. All while you sigh his name out like a prayer. One that he swallows with soft kisses. Induces with the tender stroking of his fingers.

He rides you out with tender praises. You never knew that such sweetness could drip from his typically dry voice. He handles you as though you are a fragile piece of porcelain. One that he wishes to put on display. To touch with such delicacies.

The emptiness that your walls soon experience leave you whimpering in disappointment. All you receive is a chuckle in response as he gives your thigh a little pat. “Patience. ‘m giving you what you want.”

His nestles between your folds and strokes up and down a few times as an apology. Before he parts and sits up on his knees for a moment. Amber eyes peering down into your gaze. Overflowing with a warmth through the chills of their usual frost. Nothing matters in this moment, even as he sits there. Slowly undoing his black pants to give you all that you have been asking for.

For a moment you simply admire. Drink in the appearance of your lover. His white hair. His lean, fit figure made known to you by the shedding of his shirt. All those years of reaper training, you assume. How large his hands are that caress your thighs slowly before he nestles between your legs. The warmth of his skin - how it kisses your thighs and promises sensations you have only dreamt of.

You reach up to caress his face. He dips to do the same to your lips. It is only then that you allow your eyes to wander. Catch sight of what’s awaiting you down below. It hitches your breath - he strokes along your side to soothe.

“I know. . . I’ll take it slow alright?”

He assures you with a soft kiss to your lips. His hands readjusting you on the sheets and slipping one of the pillows under your hips to elevate them. He slots himself between your legs. Running a soft touch up one of them and turning his head to give the side of your knee a tender kiss before he hooks them over his waist.

You breathe in deep. Suddenly you are made painfully aware of his size. But the assurance of his words and his soft touches are like a balm to your worries. If there is one man in the world that you trust - it is Kyung Seong-Jin. It is why you find yourself beneath him right now. Staring up at his face as though he hung the moon and stars in the sky. He caresses you as though you are both.

“Ready?” You bring your hands to his shoulders at his murmur. A small nod to your head as you focus on his face. Giggle at the soft kisses he insists on peppering all over your face.

“Mmm. . . mhhm. I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

He dips to rest his forehead on yours. Hold you close as he guides his tip to your entrance. Slicking along the slit to apply an extra coat of lube - before nudging the head of his cock between your folds. It’s strange, yet familiar all the same. You bite your lip. Brace.

His shoulders become your comfort as you bury your nails into his fair skin. The stretch of your walls spills soft gasps and shudders from your lips as you cling onto him tightly. Feel the way that he parts you so deeply, so intensely. Yet slow all the same. Ensuring that only a bit of him parts you open, before he halts with a hitch of a breath.

“You doing good, pretty girl?” He stiffles a groan in favour of checking in on you. Another kiss to either of your cheeks. While one of his hands holds his weight up, the other strokes along your side. As with most new things, he eases you into it. And you can only feel grateful - for the stretch of his large cock makes you almost dizzy.

“I-It’s. . . ah,”

“I know, I know. . . doing so good.”

He gives a tester push. Slow and shallow. To get your clenching pussy used to the feel of him. He stalls, then inches in again. Repeats the process until he’s far enough to feel your walls tense around him and feel your chest stuttering against his. Your heart beats like a bird’s and he croons soft praises to your ear to help calm down any nerves or overwhelming sensations.

He’s well aware that he is far from all the way in. There is no way he is subjecting you to all of that for your first time. That is for another occasion. Into the future when he’s stretched you out enough and gotten you used to the feeling. Hooked on the pleasure.

“Colour?”

“G-. . . Green,”

He exhales at your assurance. Fingers tracing slow patterns along your hip in comfort as he waits a few moments. Before he gives a shallow thrust. Caresses your thighs. Kisses down your neck. Distracts you with his touch alone - and then gives another thrust.

He awaits your hushed sighs of pleasure. Only then does he take it as an indicator to slowly, slowly ease more of himself out of you - and then gently push back in. So that your walls might grow accustomed to the feeling of him.

And oh, they do. It sends sparks to the base of your spine. The familiar feeling swells within your tummy. Prickling along and encouraging small gasps and murmurs of pleasure. Ones that he quickly drinks up - having missed the bliss that he painted over your body. The way you reacted to how he makes you feel in the best way possible.

“Feels good?” He moans. A sound you wished you could engrave within your memory. Your fingers reach around to the back of his neck. Play with the ends of his white hair as your lips find his in answer. A soft hum of approval in their wake as he begins a steady, pleasurable pace.

“Really good. . .”

You sigh in pleasure against his lips. His hand begins roaming around. Grazing over your sides. Stroking along your thighs. His fingers nestle between your folds. Slowly rubbing along your clit and bringing an arch to your back once more. You flush up against him. Whimper his name at the alternation between shallow and drawn-out thrusts.

Arms hook around his neck. If you melt into him you would. Who’s to say you aren’t already? The entanglement of your limbs. Lips that meet so needily. On each other. On skin. The way your fingers etch your name into his flesh just as his cock stretches you out to remember it.

The slew of your noises says it all. The soft breaths of his name compliment the hushed pants and grunts from him. Along with his hushed praises to your ear, to your lips - the skin of your neck as his dips his kisses down to worship you once more.

“Taking me so - hah - t-taking me so well pretty girl. You feel that? That’s for you sweetheart.”

Your walls flutter around his dick at the words. Your hips stirring up to take what’s yours. Sensually, desperately. Perhaps even in a depraved manner. You don’t know — you don’t care. All that matters is his body above yours. His soft words. His tender eyes. The way that he holds you.

“Th-Think I’m gonna. . . I’m -”

“Come on sweetheart. You can do it for me. Come on.”

His thumb strokes along your clit firmer. His pace picking up just in the slightest as he feels his own nerves set ablaze. His mind swirling with the image of you beneath him. Oh - he doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve you.

But the face you made when you clenched up and came around him. The feeling down below. It hunched his shoulders and he buries his face into the crook of you neck. Groaning and giving a few more firm bucks of his hips before he finishes with you. His lips crash down against yours and he groans into the sweetness of your mouth. All while you cling onto him. Steer your own hips into his sloppily and whine his name out.

The blissful haze slowly bubbles out. You are left with a blissful soreness between your legs and a panting lover up against you.

“Mmm. . . did so well.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and slowly, carefully eases himself out of you. Pushing himself up onto his hands so that he might look down at your form. Laying there - on his sheets. Covered in sweat, dripping with cum.

Gorgeous.

“Pretty girl,” he croons. Swinging over to the edge of the bed and pulling his trousers on. Before his gentle hands swarm you. Hoist you up into his arms and crook your head against his chest.

“Get some sleep. I’ll clean you up.” His touch strokes along your side and he hushes tenderly as he finds his way to the bathroom.

A kiss to your head and the caress of warm water is all you can manage before you slip into the comforting darkness.

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