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!MINORS DNI!

I- Interest

Issac- His favorite thing about you intimately is simple; Any time you touch him in the slightest. He wants you to initiate because he desperately needs you to love him.

Dev.In- Their favorite thing about you intimately is also when you initiate, they were made from Issac after all. They aren’t as visibly desperate, but they still rely heavily on the thought of you loving them back (or at least accepting them) eventually.

P- Punishment

Issac- Of course. He has to punish you. Though he doesn’t take any pleasure or joy from it, he just sees it as a necessary evil.

Dev.In- They, unlike Issac, take immense pleasure from your punishments. They relish every time they get to hurt you. They still want you to love and accept them, all of them, even their sadistic side.

W- Willing…

Issac- Doesn’t understand the concept when it comes to you. Of course you’re willing! He’s my number 1 delulu OC. Will never ever even for a second think anything he’s doing isn’t in your best interest.

Dev.In- um. Def does whatever they want, without your consent.

U- tied Up!

Issac- Wants to be tied up with you lol, would probably tie you both up and if Dev wasn’t there get you both stuck until you’d perish XD

Dev.In- They’re the rigger and cutter to get ya back out. Definitely LOVES you and Issac being completely at their mercy and they think shiabari is a beautiful art form

V- Volume!

Issac- SO LOUD. LOVES WHEN YOU ARE ALSO LOUD.

Dev.In- LOVES to see how loud they can actually get you and Issac! So the perfect pair really.

[applesontheground]

break what i borrow 🧩

hello, everyone.

this one got. long.

all i got to say is that anyone who's been here since *looks at calendar* june knew this was coming. and buckle the fuck up, because my favorite position to write him and the reader in is doing jigsaw goon work together.

just kidding, it's this one.

gif credit: x

NSFW | Word Count: 4,346 | Mark Hoffman x GN Apprentice!Reader contains canon typical/ment of canon character death, post-SAW VI & pre-SAW VII, that fucking facial scar, stalking/B&E themes, biting, light knifeplay, BDSM/gagging, brat taming, begging, that one position that rearranges guts, Jigsaw is used as a bedroom name so turn back now if that's too corny for you (bc it sure isn't for me) [Y/O] = Your Occupation

As all good things did, it had to end sooner or later.

The fact that when you said that you meant your apprenticeship under John Kramer would make most people snap to some disgusted attention. Fine, yes, you could admit the obvious: it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows what with… the opportunity.

Doing the dirty work, staying late fixing things in the wake of your mentor’s sickness, hauling bodies of individuals you were told to view as guilty until proven innocent – or as Kramer would call it, revived. You didn’t have good nights by any perspective that was rooted in a functioning world’s understanding while doing the bidding of a dying man with a new outlook on life – or rather, what to do with it now that his clock was reaching the end of its final wind.

That didn’t mean you didn’t find that sweet silver lining, seclusion in a dark warehouse with nothing but something to do with your hands and like minds, similar broken pieces there to slide together in the best fashion that you all could. You had felt the snug fit at times. Being John’s second trial that had pulled through to the other side, you had arrived with one already praying at the altar, Amanda Young, and then two more to come join in time, contributing to the cause for their own reasons.

Amanda was the one to propose you go into hiding well before this last trap that John was planning while he was alive, a family torn to shreds from the death of their son. Details were spared when he decided to dismiss you. John was growing weaker in his speech with each passing week you would visit, his movements deteriorating until he was bedridden, and more machines were placed into his body to keep some semblance of a consciousness. After those final words between them, you had to run and hide. You, Amanda, and John all agreed it was for the best, at least while the game was going; the other two would be filled in, you supposed in your inability to hesitate with little time between everything afoot.

When John told you to stay, you stayed. When he said to go, you went without a second look back. Jigsaw wasn’t ever going to be done with what you had started; you also knew this despite ignorance on the surface. You didn’t really keep a tab on what that meant as you found a new spot to take your roots.

There came a good crossroad. A relative offered their home to you, needing to travel for their high-end job and not wanting to hire someone to watch the property back in the states, take care of their animals out in the rural patch of land that they owned. You accepted, knowing they wouldn’t mention to anyone that they were asking family to do it. They didn’t need to know that there was a more intense investigation into the Jigsaw murders unfolding in the town miles over, and that if you didn’t take shelter in a place where the authorities wouldn’t think to search, you’d be named one of the notorious pig-faced accomplices.

It was better that questions weren’t asked all around. The setup wasn’t foolproof, but you figured it could be enough severance to keep authorities at bay. Then again, you sometimes mused as you would stare back towards the city, down the dirt road you had come in disheveled and teary-eyed, that it wasn’t airtight.

It was as sealed as you could make it and would take a real coverup to make sure you’d never be heard from again.

Another quiet evening was spent in the desolate living room, far too lavish for your one family member to have to themselves every night. You wondered how they lived in such a way, staring from the large bay window and nonchalantly to your shorts that were barely coming down to cover your thighs, just enough to be presentable enough should there be unwanted knocks on the door. A baggy shirt didn’t make it any better, swallowing everything above your abdomen if you didn’t roll it to sit on your waistband.

The closest neighbor wasn’t for a good few miles, so there was no reason to hide lest the pigs in the nearby field catch a glimpse. You were more fond of them over the horses and the few goats under your watch, and they seemed to like you in place of their owner just the same. There had been times you had ventured out here before unbeknownst to another living soul – including your relative – to bring the pigs a special delicacy. Courtesy of Jigsaw himself, who needed to get some “work” off his hands, and of course he knew the bonus to swine alongside their intelligent minds.

Your ears turned to the deafening weight of the silence, something empty and going down the two corridors that lead to the rest of the house. You had done some exploring, sure, but it would be exhausting to make the rounds every evening like you wanted. You kept all windows locked, curtains drawn everywhere except the four rooms you frequented, and all your possessions were kept in the closet in the guest room you found the most pleasant.

Somewhere deep in one of the suitcases you had hauled with you when leaving town was that mask, the heavy coat, and boots you would wear when you were "on the job". It'd be too incriminating to abandon those crucial pieces of the outfit back in the apartment you had left in the dead of night.

The last you heard, someone had gone and torched the place, expertly keeping it confined to the one unit with a lick of expertise in destroying evidence. A hand went up to your neck, uncomfortable to admit even in the safety of your head that you knew who had done it. It wasn’t Amanda, and it wasn’t Dr. Gordon.

A creak in the foundations from down one hallway, the one you weren’t inhabiting in your stay, made your mind snap back to the task at hand.

You tried to watch TV in the main room, but that bay window felt far too inviting to onlookers now that you were once again stuck in the throes of thinking about the life you were trying to singe your connection to, imagining voyeurs on the back of your shoulders, crawl up your spine until you had to draw the curtains. It was almost like clockwork to be walking to bed with a clouded conscience.

All those nights in windowless spaces made you far more adjusted to concealed areas, so when they were opened up? All of those bodies staring at you in frozen mercy for there was still no salvation after all this time. It was them, or the hypervigilance of keeping an eye on the neighbors, which you considered just as vindictive should they know anything past someone still living in this house, tending the livestock.

 It was only when you stepped into your self-assigned bedroom, eyes darting in the unlit space to see more curtains that you also felt the compulsion to draw, that same feeling was growing, practically on top of you now. It wasn’t anyone of the sort you were suspecting; no ghastly victims coming back for you, no neighbors…and certainly not Jigsaw himself.

At least, not the Jigsaw you recognized.

The figure at the corner of the room had been stock still, but walking a little further in gave enough leverage for them to turn their head slightly, like they couldn’t help themselves. You locked eyes with it, the snout clear as day in the thick darkness, and there was a brief consideration that it was all a hallucination from a sick apprentice, another attempt to stay collected that was snuffed when it wasn’t going away with a double take.

“Guess I’m not hiding as well as I thought.” You breathed, eyes adjusting once more to the dark. It moved immediately, making you shoot to the left, barrel halfway over the bed but to no avail. The fast approaching silhouette was encompassing, following the leap with a yank of your ankle and mob after you, one knee on the bed and pinning you fast.

“Can I ask-“You hiccupped as the forearm braced your windpipe against the mattress, a pressure already answering your question – or rather chasing your suspicions, “Who? Amanda, or…?”

Again, it couldn’t be Lawrence, the agile movement being far too fluid. Despite calling out for her, the stick of the jacket-clad arm was far too powerful. Then again, the woman could throw entire brick houses of people through glass panes, easily getting your many bodies to the floor with a single running start. You refused to put it entirely past her, but before you got too skeptical the mask peeled away in a brash movement, hitting the floor as he leaned in close with an exposed face.

“Who the hell do you think?” A gruff voice asked.

You didn’t look into his eyes. [Y/e/c]s burnt into the fresh, crooked slice in his cheek trailing from one corner of his mouth instead, stitches twitching at both the close contact of your skin, your hair, the gentle breaths between you two of disbelief mixed with terror – but your gaze trained on it was what truly made it burn, and before you could ask another question he pushed you down harder into the bed by your neck; making your eyes squeeze shut in response. You finally turned to look the man in the eye, and he was shaking from a very similar, deep-cut rage. You merely waited, unable to speak for the time as he continued to chastise.

“By the way? This is a terrible place to run to. Found you with one look at your phone records.” His arm left your throat, going to your shirt and pulling with a bend of his elbow, not caring that it exposed your chest slightly, letting cool air sweep over you from sudden movement. You blinked, catching your breath as he straightened his posture. You croaked with a hand trailing to where he had barred you, “Work’s treating you well, I’m guessing?” Your hand brushed back, trailing over your cheek in a halfhearted gesture.

It was only met with a sneer from the unmaimed side of his face. He grabbed your shirt a second time, tugging harder as your stance wasnt fit for him. It was too abrasive, your chest hit his and chin slotted over one shoulder from whiplash. Still, you caught your balance, on your knees and hands gripping his shoulders to push off.

You almost didn’t believe those thoughts had materialized into one of John’s other apprentices chasing after you, one you had tried to burn any remnants of alongside your old life, believing the brief connection between the two of you had to end, too – and more importantly, that he’d know it. Even agree with it.

Amanda told you she was going to make sure both Dr. Gordon and him had known you had gone, alongside telling them to consider doing something similar. John wasn’t done with any of you, as you had reminded yourself with another pained glance to the side of his face; he just needed you to disperse so whatever he had planned in his death could come to a more complete fruition.

“You gonna kiss me, or just keep staring at it?” He asked. You turned your head one way, and he didn’t even get to put his hands on you again before your lips pressed carefully under his jawline, eyelashes brushing the fresh scar and making him mutter under his breath, taking the slightest pressure still with newfound pain. Glove’s leather ghosted over your head and back of your neck, trying to will itself to pull you off, but he was dissuaded as you moved away from the wound, closer to his neck for the time.

“Well, sorry, Hoff.” You murmured into his skin, “When I haven’t seen a face like yours in months, I like to take count of what’s new.” The hand found its purchase against your scalp, scratching gingerly before taking hold and wrenching you away from his neck. Looking you in the face, you fixed your eyes to his and gave a bewildered, half-open mouthed smile.

“I’d say the same to you.” He retorted, taking in your [y/h/c] hair, the new scratches on your arms from all the moving you’d done. You blinked, eyes on it one more time before murmuring with a straight face, even a pensive tone of voice, “If it means anything, I don’t think it takes away from how you look.”

“Sweet talker. How many have you used that on?”

You smiled again, and spat, “Please, I’m about as quick to fill the hole all of this shit left as I was to even think about taking over the fucking family business when John and Amanda told me to get out, or to date? What do you take me for?” You shook your head, “It seems you’ve done fine in the wake of John’s cancer, anyways.”

Part of you wanted to ask about them but feigned when his eye now gained that bothered, uncomfortable twitch at the knowledge. You swallowed, breathing deeply now that there were settled qualms. As quick as the silence came, he let go of your hair. You lost balance this time, falling back down on the bed and propping yourself to one side with an elbow.

He was straddling you without another word, and you felt a prod against your stomach that made you roll your neck, looking up at him as you complained in a gentle voice, “Oh, come on. What, you think we’re just gonna do this right now? That you can just walk in-“

“Walk in? I could’ve walked into your last day job-“ He pushed your shoulder closest to him, once again positioning you completely on your back. One leg hiked up from the bed in a reflex, and he finished the job in another abrasive pull with his hand, settling it over his hip, “Asked everyone there where that little [Y/O] of theirs ran off to, and since you can’t save face worth a rat’s ass they’d say right where you went. Believe me, I followed your tracks, and I’d find you all the same. You would’ve let me do it, too.”

“…But you still took time to burn my apartment down so that no one else could?” He stilled in his adjustments as you prodded, head rolling from one side to the other against the bed, “Did the investigative work just to be sure?” You then gasped in a mockery, laughing before he finally broke, leaning in with a cold glove trailing up your shin, settling on your knee to press your thigh against the outside of his leg, and to snuff your snark by lowering himself.

He couldn’t help groan against your tongue, another noise of a long-awaited need that you returned with keeping yourself from completely falling back just yet. Meeting in the middle, you were still propped on elbows as he adjusted on top of you, a hand on your cheek to steady both of you.

“I know,” You laughed as you broke away, watching him refuse to let up just yet and crane downwards again if you weren’t going to let him at your lips. Your voice grew airy as he was finding your neck, eyes closed as you gave him more leverage with a tip of your head to one side, “I should be flattered.”

He used his teeth at the sound of that, making your words still in place of a yelp. He released you after that warning, and paused to breathe shallowly against the shell of your ear. He spoke in that voice he knew made you squirm, pushing up against where you both needed it.

“I’ll show you how flattered you should be, [Y/N].”

You barely had another second to breathe before he ducked lower, tossing the shirt you wore up to your chest. Unnecessary, he seemed to concur as he found what he wanted underneath: your soft stomach clenching as his lips touched you again, the same awareness forged in working together that you liked the trail down just as much as what was coming. You shuddered against his lips, clenching your legs together with knees going into abdomen in a last-ditch effort to keep him from you, a game too fun not to play with the live wire.

He appreciated the challenge, hands sliding through slick sweat on your thighs and the gloves’ surface catching slightly which made you hum in a pathetic gesture. His hands found a good spot to hold, squeezing a bit before prying them apart. Trying to sound downright angry, he barked, “Don’t stop me,” before sinking down. His shoulders kept your legs pried, and the hands moved to frame your hips.

“Gentle, gent-“ You couldn’t even speak, ravaged as he brandished a blade – You couldn’t tell, pocket knife or something larger that you may see on one of you – it sliced the fabric with a ginger saw that brushed the skin of your crotch but didn’t break skin. It hadn’t even felt like it had left a scratch.

He tore through the cut down the inseam of your shorts, underwear going with it. You adjusted slightly, muttering under your breath about liking those clothes, but was quickly quelled with his gloved digits touching [the soft skin of your cock/the entrance of your cunt]. You strained against clenched teeth, head falling back slightly but quickly picked up so you could look at him again and spat, “Are you going to keep toying with me, or do you want to-“

“That fucking mouth.” Fed up, he suddenly pulled away, glaring at you and his hand now clawing at the tie tucked under his jacket, revealing his shirt and loosening it with his middle and ring finger as he started to pull it all off. You watched cautiously, knowing he was going to use that for something other than keeping the appearance up.

He yanked it from around his neck, then came inches away from your face, using it in a horizontal hold to pin your head back. You gave him a resistant glare as he easily fit the fabric past your teeth. Lingering cologne and sweat on it quelled you without so much as a shiver of your tongue against the gag.

“You gonna bite me, tough [guy/girl]?” He asked, giving a testing look over your face, down to your jaw as his hands lingered by your mouth, almost brushing the edges of your molars. You held the stare in consideration, but simply huffed against the fabric. He let go, and you caught the glimpse of satisfaction in his eyes before he pushed your shirt up again.

“Should’ve done that ten minutes ago.” He commented, and you tried to appear offended, but it was hard when the hand returned to your [cock/cunt], force tenfold and making you inhale audibly. It was a release your body, your restless thoughts had needed. It wasn't exactly an idea of yours to pound it out physically, but then again, the mediation you tried to do hadn't necessarily been working either.

He [released your growing member, watching it twitch from the loss of his hold/ took his fingers from your pussy after a few prods in and out], almost contemplating what to do next with finally pressing that button in you to get you to shut up. You merely responded with shallow breaths, avoiding eye contact and taking the breath to consider you really need to draw those curtains now.

The attention needed to be back on him, it seemed. You flinched at the sound of his zipper, and he warned, "To think I'd be able to wait any longer..." You furrowed your brow at that, but merely stayed still for him, something waiting at your entrance making you huff audibly, a noise of recognition it wasn't going to be a nice one.

He had been smart to gag you, the question of whether it was going to be something worth your frayed nerves, your lonely disposition, or a ‘blow your load then hit the road’ sort of deal was forced back. Still, he seemed a little pressed from your lost attention for another second, yourself not getting too excited now to consider it was just going to be the latter at the end of the night.

Still, it was a sign you were going to need some winning over in his mind. The leg around his hip was yanked up, and your hands went to brace the mattress underneath you as the backs of your shins now rested on his shoulders. One wide-eyed glance told him there wasn’t anything for you to do with a tied mouth.

He pushed in after a few strokes, holding your legs against his flanks to keep you still and to get a perfect view of what happened to your face: eyes crossed, then rolled back as you groaned at the pain. Tensity made you brace, clench around him as you tried to push against the pull, the leather-clad hands on your legs as he merely watched, his own sensations stalled in favor of what it did to you.

"Gee, I appreciate it, detective."

Still, he wasn't exactly known for his restraint. He pushed all the way in just to pull out slightly, and a few dry drags hurt to the point where you were squirming far too much.

"What a baby," He muttered, pulling out just to spit on his hand, but you muttered clear enough through the gag for him to catch it.

The rhythm he immediately formed when he slid back in. A grit of his teeth and a laugh in response from you was enough to finally throw the worries for the future to the floor along with your ripped shorts for the time, lolling your head slightly to spasm at the intrusion once more, loudly whining from behind the tie. It made you fixate on every detail in a frenzy, in and out of your head, in and out and in.

Even if it would end in the blink of an eye, the flash of a camera in your memory, you had to throw it out there. Begging behind the tie, all of your noise caught his hazed attention.

“Jesus Christ, don’t fucking stop. You feel so good, I missed you-“ You were nearly weeping, just saying anything you could think to in the heat of the moment, fitting together in a way you hadn’t in ages, and all that came with the assumption that you won’t get to again. Whatever was going on nearly took his face off, a story reminder it could all end at any day.

John had once mentioned how important it was to focus on the moment at hand, don’t try to guess what could come next. When you did that, just enjoying the throb within your walls and unable to push your legs together, squeezing his hips from where he was fit with no sign of leaving, you suddenly fell from grace.

“Ah, ah- I’m fuckin’ coming, I’m gonna-” Your speech garbled, constricted into a pathetic whine against the fabric, arching your back and barely noticing it had shaken his balance, pulled his steady roots as his hands went from the spot just above your ankles to your hips, grabbing like you were about to slip out from under him and suddenly showing no restraint, no mercy as he hammered into you and you continued shaking. “That’s what I fucking thought, that’s it, [Y/N].” He began to babble himself, “Not such a fucking comedian with Jigsaw’s cock tearing you apart, huh, baby?”

“Jigsaw…” The word barely came out from the gag, going limp as you now knew how to finish him, giving the same care and remembering to what turned him on so much. Clawing at the sheets underneath you and mindlessly whimpering, “Please, I can’t-”

You choked on your own mantras as he pulled the tie out, and your head swiveling back to stare upwards, you nearly mewled at the manic glower on his face: he wanted to hear what you had to say now, and you gave it with another shudder, the fucked out state making your throat dry but words still tumbling out, desperate and cracked with your voice.

“Jigsaw, fuck me.”

His panting stalled like a car, grip uncurling from where they had rubbed their leather-clad fingertips against the skin of your sides to a point of rawness. Sliding to your stomach, his noises were ragged, catching up with his breathing as he started spilling inside of you. Your ankles slid from his shoulders, framing him as he careened down again, still thrusting his cock in and out with each shot.

Your hands found his hair, trying not to pull on it as they traveled to the back of his neck, pulling his entire body into you instead. He slumped into you, cock slipping out as his mind pulled out, too; breathing against the nape of your neck and saying something about how you were still tight after all the time spent apart.

“Why would I fuck anyone else?” You asked, eyes closed as you tried to breathe under the weight of him, but still didn’t let go just yet. Another good thing was going to be gone when you did. There was a strong recognition, your brain reminding you just how much of a death sentence it all was.

You must’ve gotten a tighter hold on the man for a split second at the thought, because he was tucking his mouth in the crook of your neck, already only half awake, but coherent speech made you wonder just which one of you he meant when he said it.

“Not going anywhere.”

[lustbcrne]

Sexual Traits - Kazuha

Tagged by: Stolen off le Dash ​Tagging: If you want it? TAKE IT

bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes. Striked = personal notes, can be removed (anything in ‘extra’ can be removed, too)

inclinations/habits:

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch (conditionally) | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time  | initiates | waits for a partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

Extra: The one person he really ever wanted to bottom to had been Tomo. His friend was his first love and truly someone who left a such a lasting impression on him, so for the longest time, to give himself so entirely was something he considered Tomo's right, and Tomo's alone. Nowadays, having made peace with his friend's death, he's let only Beidou and Juza have a go at topping him throughout their journey together thus far. His preference hasn't wavered much otherwise, but he's willing to give it a shot once if it's a proper significant other who asks to.

        He might appear reserved or even ascetic, but the moment his heart has decided on someone, he burns to connect with them any way he can, every chance he gets. Emotionally, physically–he can come off as insatiable as a result. And truly he is, tending to subconsciously treat both sex and love in general like he might be running out of time with them. He made the mistake of not doing so with Tomo, he will NOT do the same with them.

        He has a particular taste for fucking partners so that the moon's glow may spill over them–he thinks it's the most breathtaking sight, esp if at a hotspring or with them in some body of water. He will NOT be able to keep his hands of his significant other in such situation, not unless they explicitly say to otherwise.

body/appearance:

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxer briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes (would if his partner prefers he do) | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length

Extra - He has lichtenburg figure scars across his left hand/forearm where he held his blade steady against the Shogun's Musou no Hitotachi ( the hand also having developed certain mobility issues in the process ), and on his shoulder/back where Tomo's Vision had flickered to life again and reacted with his Anemo one. He has scars from fights and accidents while on the run, as well as training accidents, by sword or forge, from his youth. He does low-key love it when partners kiss along the Electro-sparked scars. He is also much, much stronger than he looks, and loves using said strength to manhandle his partners during sex if they're willing.

turn-ons/kinks:

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their ears pulled | pulling their partner’s ears | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ /’mummy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting/marking | being bitten/marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging

Extra - Seeing partners in his clothes is for certain a massive turn on. His possessive side absolutely sings at the sight. He just as much loves marking for the very same reason. Would strongly prefer it if the marks were allowed to be seen, but for propriety's sake and his partner's reputation, he will ensure that any he does leave are easy to conceal. He loves being a playful little tease, loving the way his partner may plea for him as he dangles their pleasure/climax juuuust out of reach. Loves it lots if his partner tends to dig their nails into him in throes of passion too, the little flares of pain are a Big turn on, both for masochistic reasons but also in knowing they're leaving their own mark on him. He will try to be gentle on his partner, to try and focus on their pleasure and the experience pleasant for them, but he admittedly has a tendency to lose focus and control of himself while inside them, especially the more he adores them. One moment he'd be tenderly pressing kissing along their collarbone, the next, he'll have them practically folded in half and crying out his name as he fucks them with abandon. The cause could be damn near anything, one moan of his name too sweet, a mindless little tug or grip of his hair, even a subtle little roll of their eyes in pleasure, he doesn't even realize what it is half the time. All he can think of is just how much he wants them. Also low key has a breeding kink, but shh, that is a Unique Circumstance thing.

sounds:

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

Extra - Kazuha will always be at rapt attention when it comes to the voice of his parrtner in the midst of pleasure. He'll do anything to get it out of them, to listen to them as though it were a heavenly melody. Conversely, he'll try to keep himself quiet to better hear them, but if he's closer to his climax, his voice really starts picking up. He'll try to make sure it never overshadows his beloved's, little grunts he'd make, incoherent or a never-ending flow of their name from his lips, before it all ultimately halts as he finds release. He absolutely lives for little noises his partner makes after they finish, soft little pants or stunned mumbles and groans he might cause when he mindlessly moves within them as he comes down from that high, result of his lingering want to keep going, to have more of them.

[dimsumwolf]

Mods asleep post Vash plant cock gif

[dutybcrne]

Itto is the kind of dude who’d get a Jacob’s Ladder piercing bc the homeboys dared him to, send tweet-

[the-black-reaperarc]

Thank you <3

It's been bugging my brain, and that's why I asked, as an AceSpec Person, it is much help!

my headcanon being Aceflux/AceSpec Kaneki and many of my characters being Aromantic or Asexual or on the A-Spectrum it's very helpful and scratches my brian well <3

How does Asexuality affect a ghouls' heat? Like if they are on the AceSpec does heat affect them at all?

Do they just not go through it at all, are the symptoms/affects not sexually but more romantically or sensually?

Do AceSpec Ghouls/Half-Ghouls exist/is it it possible for one to be on the AceSpec?

Sorry if you've already awnsered this!

Acespec ghouls!

Just like humans, there are a variety of ways ghouls experience attraction, and the lack of it is no different. There are just as many ace and aro ghouls as humans

Unfortunately, they have some more things to deal with than humans do. Namely heat cycles and pheromones. They get effected by these same as anyone else because, unlike attraction, these are purely biological. And it is miserable. Heats are bad enough for allo ghouls, but ace ghouls have a whole other layer of shittiness. Their bodies respond the same, and some ace ghouls who aren’t sex repulsed will even have partnerships agreed on with friends for it just to appease the instincts, but those who don’t want that generally deal with it alone

For the most part though, aroace ghouls are accepted without issue. There’s some confusion with other ghouls as is to be expected, many thinking that they’re simply So Good At Defending Territory That They Aren’t Even Letting A Mate In, but there isn’t the same culture of marriage and romance that makes it an issue as it does with humans

In ghoul culture, relationships are less strict and defined. It’s common for ghouls to be polyamorous or not in relationships at all, and there are a lot of undefined dynamics that don’t fit into the human definition of a partnership. There are aro and ace ghouls who have romantic or sexual relationships with one or multiple partners, as well as some who would prefer neither. Since allo ghouls have plenty of relationships like these, it’s not uncommon for ghouls to go their whole life without being fully aware they’re ace or aro because the types of relationships they want or don’t want are considered completely normal

[antisociallilbrat]

Bill "I need to get off at least three times to be satisfied" Denbrough and Stan "I consider it a personal failing if my sex partner doesn't end up in a sex coma by the end" Uris

Anon I am sorry it took me so long to answer this ask, I just kept going back and forth on if I wanted to write a smut one shot based off this very true concept. I was so happy to get this ask you have no idea.

Bc it's canon. Bill is constantly horny and Stan sees it as his personal mission to tire him out.

Have some Notsfw headcannons:

ive made hcs on this before but Bill is horny, it's one of his personality traits at this point

Now Stan on the other hand, it can take a minute for him to 'get there' but once he's there he goes hard

Like he's the person who will plan whole sex weekends

Also he's kinky, loves being control and having his partner wear collars and tying his partner up

big fan of sensory deprivation, blindfolds, earmuffs, ect

And when Bill and Stan both start dating...they honestly kind of assume that the other is vanilla

to Stan, surely Bill in all his boyish charm would be into the kinky shit he likes right?

and to Bill, he assumes that Stan just isn't an inherently sexual person so he tries to 'tone' it down

first time they fuck it was very vanilla which sucked bc they were both secretly craving more

them learning each other's sexual secrets start slow

Stan notices how Bill's will hide his erection when he watches Stan do his morning yoga

Bill hears the groans Stan emits when he accidentally yanks too hard on his curls

Until one day Stan decides to push his luck and ask if Bill would be interested in being tied up

he obviously consents

but heres the thing, once Bill is tied up and Stan has already worked one orgasam out of him, Bill is gagging for another one

it's like a damn broke open

Stan made sure that Bill couldn't walk the next day, he worked him dry

ever since they continued to be horny/kinky fucks

Didn't look over this before I posted it bc I am sleepy

[yakuzacanons]

Tanimura & Mine dating hc (sfw + notsfw) please?!

ANYTHING for my boys. Also, peeps who sent in Y6 asks, I SEE EM just ain't getting to em yet as I have yet to start Y6. Tomorrow is masterlist finalization day so that's been occupying my time but to my lovelies in my inbox, I see you and love you. Headcanons below the cut mine beloved, happy friday night!

Tanimura Masayoshi

Bouncing and smiling babey boy. Always happy to see you, even when he's dead tired. During earlier dates, he greets you by smiling and waving but later one he'll greet you with a hug or kiss on the cheek.

Loves hand holding the most. Values that more than kissing or even sex honestly. It's very cozy and intimate to him. Totally the type of guy to measure his hand size against your as an excuse for physical contact.

Since work keeps him so busy, in person dates aren't the most regular but you will hear from him every day by text or call. Will video call you on his busiest nights.

Expresses love with food, either by taking you out to food or just buying you snacks. Tanimura is a snack muncher himself so he keeps good notes on what you both like so when he buys something for himself, he grabs something for you too.

His go-to date is getting boba together and maybe hitting up an arcade. Honestly, he's open to anything though. The most chill of the boys when it comes to dates, he's down to just sit and talk anywhere as long as he's with you.

He's a little embarassed about it but in bed he does like to tie you up. He won't use his work handcuffs on you because of how painful they can be, unless you ask for it. It's kind of cute how much he blushes at the fact that all of his kinks totally align with his job.

Completely and totally a verse. He can top with the best of them or be the babiest bottom, it just depends on his mood and your preferences. Relatively down to explore new things in the bedroom.

Mine Yoshitaka

Strong and silent, which makes him hard to read at first. That's kind of on purpose, Mine honestly has trust issues and is too self sufficient for his own good. He tends to keep to himself so if he goes out of his way to ask you, he REALLY likes you.

If you ask HIM out, chances are Mine will say yes unless he absolutely thinks you aren't his type. Pretty down to date casually but when he catches feelings, he's down bad.

Leans to the more traditional side. Will ask you on dates most of the time, will pick you up, probably brings flowers on the fancier dates. However, don't mistake that for him being old fashioned. In fact, it kind of turns him on if you switch up the roles on him and ask him out or pick him up.

Likes a partner who is pretty self sufficient as he may not always have the time to dedicate to someone who is more clingy and would feel kind of bad for not being able to be there as much as a clingier partner would need. Kind of ironic given that deep down Mine himself can be kind of attached.

With Mine, it's the little gestures that matter. Things like holding the door open or bringing an umbrella to your place of work on days where it's downpouring because he knows you forgot yours at home. Very much a man to show rather than tell.

Super dry texter so try not to be upset if he doesn't sound enthusiastic in texts. Decent at holding conversation in person though and only gets better the longer he dates you. The amount he texts is normal though, he won't leave you with a one word response if he can help it. It takes time for him to get back to you sometimes though if he's rather busy.

After about a 6 month dating period, the facade drops almost scarily quickly and he gets a lot cozier and cuddlier. He starts realizing that this is actually happening and you're not just someone interested in him for his looks or money. It'll take a bit longer for him to open up about his personal past but he will become noticably more comfortable around you in ways he isn't with everyone else.

Freak in the sheets. Total top and total dom. King of using his voice. What he lacks in dating experience, he makes up for in bedroom experience. Has perhaps some of the most experience of all of the boys. Also a quick learner.

Absolutely loves to put his hand under your chin and tilt your face up to look at him. Sly as hell. Actually quiet in the bedroom though, never really makes a lot of noise. Whispers a lot too. Great at getting you turned on in public with just his voice. Particularly good with his hands. Will tie your hands up with his tie if you ask him but he won't default to that.

[strdstd-m]

{Listen… I’m ace af, BUT… ngl, kinda debating on making a notsfw sideblog bc I do enjoy a little ✨spice✨ every now & then. Doesn’t bother/make me uncomfy, tbh, so I'm not at all repulsed by it. And I do have some hcs & such that err on the more spicy side, & I do wanna get better at writing notsfw things eventually as well. So… maybe, perhaps- 👀👉👈}

[ohlovxr]

thinking about how matt eats pussy to show gratitude. he’s just so overwhelmed with how much he loves you when you do those little things to care for him and show him your love, that he resorts to doing the thing that he knows makes you feel good.

bring him lunch at work with the intention to not leave until he’s actually eaten because sometimes he gets too preoccupied and forgets to take care of himself? you’re getting bent over his desk and he’s spearing your pretty hole open with his tongue before you can say anything other than your initial “hey matty.”

fussing over him and some minor injuries he came back with after patrol? you’re getting pushed back into the couch, folded nearly in half, and he’s lapping at your twitching clit until you’ve come so many times that you become a wet, boneless mess under his hold.

wake up early in the morning as he’s getting dressed, even though you don’t have to be up for hours, just so you can send him off with “have a good day at work, honey. don’t get into too much trouble. love you”? you’re getting yanked down to the edge of the bed and watching as your boyfriend kneels down and throws your legs over his shoulders to bury his tongue into your fluttering cunt.

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SEND ME LETTERS WITH YOUR FAVE OC’s🥰✨

NSFW ALPHABET!

A- After Care (can’t do one of these without this one)

B- Biting (are they a fan? where’s their fave place to bite you)

C- Cum! (Just a random hc around cum, i guess whatever would define them when imagining their cum)

D- Drugs Do they use drugs? (On you or themselves)

E- Experience level (how good/bad are they also how many exes do they have?)

F- First What do they do with you that is their first?

G- Gore (Send this one for the sadists if you’re ready for that can’o worms ((or Issac)) and If they like it, what they like about it etc)

H- Horniness level Just their baseline

I- Interest, what’s their favorite part about you intimately

J- Just them Jacking off!

K- Kinks

L- favorite Locations

M- Monster… What Really brings out their darkest parts?

O- Oxygen Deprivation How do they feel about it?

P- Punishment Do they punish you? How?

Q- Quickie!

R- Role Play! Do they like it? What’s their fave scenario/theme?

S- Stimulate What are their biggest turn ons?

T- Toys! and Tease! Do they use toys on you and/or themselves? Do they tease you? How?

U- tied Up! Do they like rope play?

V- Volume! How loud are they? How loud do they like you?

W- Willing… Are they into Non-Con? Do they care if you are willing?

X- X-Rated Basically a free NSFW HC (You can ask or i can pick one at random🌹)

Y- Yes man! What would always make them into a yes man (What makes them BEG)

Z- Zooted What are they like when high or intoxicated?

[indigoh4ze]

okok this is kinda big for a headcanon but im just thinking about having a bad day and going back to the boys’ dorm but sub!James is the only one around

but he knows that remus and sirius will give you something to suck on when you’re upset bc it calms you down so he lets you suck his cock even tho he isnt supposed to when neither of them is around, and when they get back they’re mad until they realize what happened

again ik it’s long and detailed so idk what u can do w it i just thought it was cute 🥺

stop u have the best ideas :((

james being like “‘m right here, y/n/n,” while u do it and just comforting you and scratching at your scalp even though he’s never rlly had to take care of u before

and you’re reaching out for his hand so he lets you hold it and play with his fingers as you just let his cock sit in your mouth ☹️

so mf cute.

[lustbcrne]

Sexual Traits - Wriothesley

Tagged by: Stolen off le Dash ​Tagging: If you want it? TAKE IT

bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes. Striked = personal notes, can be removed (anything in ‘extra’ can be removed, too)

inclinations/habits:

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time  | initiates | waits for a partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

Extra - He has a bit of a lean to wanting to top for personal reasons, but a partner who he trusts has a high chance of getting him to bottom. And the likelihood of that also based upon just how much trust he has in them. Though sometimes he might go for it if the sex was more of an impromptu, adrenaline-fueled bout and his partner happened to maneuver him that position. He is a bit selective with who he sleeps with and where, reputation considered, and tends to stick with either Jurieu and/or Lourvine when out of a relationship, since he's known and trusted them the longest out of everyone in the prison.

       Once he's in a relationship, then he focuses on his partner more and tends to initiate a lot whenever they pop into his office for a spell because that is usually their only opportunity, considering his busy schedule, unless they happen to plot out a time and place beforehand. He won't really go for any other place in the prison, unless they are sure they won't get caught. That said, the risk of that is something he finds arousing-

body/appearance:

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers / briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes (would if his partner prefers he do) | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length

Extra - He's got various scars across his body from fights he's partaken in, both rigged against him and fair, over the course of his time in Meropide. He also has a scar just at his hairline on the left side from when his foster mother had tried to knock him out with a candelabra after he'd killed his foster father. Fun fact is weak for people who kiss along his scars, especially the one at his throat--that one especially makes him shiver.

turn-ons/kinks:

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their ears pulled | pulling their partner’s ears | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ /’mummy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting/marking | being bitten/marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging

Extra - Wrios loves, love, loves bondage like you wouldn't believe. He joked about using handcuffs on a partner then subsequently tried it once for laughs, and Promptly realized how much he actually liked it. He has experimented with cuffs, his ties, shirts, belt, ropes--he loves it all, and is absolutely open to trying out anything new. While of course making sure respective safewords are aware of and used when necessary ( his is 'Lumitoile' ). He also is a bit fond of roleplays, another discovery due to a partner, though the exact ones tend to be dependent on their respective comforts. Though he has admittedly found rolepaying being subdued and taken by a 'prisoner' or 'someone looking to get even' tend to be some of his favorites. Especially if he gets knocked around and bruised during. Add in sensory deprivation? And his partner's definitely going to be in for a treat.

       He does enjoy blood and knife plays, but those are more reserved for Select People and has talked over well in advance. Because springing it on him impromptu is a good way to get him to try and fight it off, and it will Not be pleasant if he doesn't catch on real quick what's going on. And the last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt or scare a partner because he reacted badly or even because he doesn't know their limits. Once limits and safewords have been discussed, then it's greenlit as far as they've agreed upon. And, yes, he does ensure there's ample and thorough aftercare to ensure they're treated well and happy, no matter how intense things gets.

       He does love it so lots whenever his title is used during sex ( Warden preferably, though Duke works just as well during certain plays, ESPECIALLY if he's at an event in the Overworld with his partner ), especially if he's on the more submissive/receiving end. Though he'll happily detail just how much he loves a partner who cries out his title while riding him and clawing at his back or getting damn near folded by him while he marks them up, too. He loves marking up partners like crazy, is twice as happy if they like to bite and scratch him up just as much too.

sounds:

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

Extra - Considering where most sexual encounters take place and reputations to uphold, of course discretion is a must. He would love to hear his partner's voice, but it's a must to make sure they aren't too conspicuous, especially the sorts of kinks that tend to be involved in each meeting. He most definitely would encourage biting him if they find it increasingly hard to hold back, usually tends to bite his own tongue or grit his teeth if anything. Or encourage them to gag him one way or another, if it comes down to it. He'd gladly do the same for them if they let him know they're comfortable with that. If they find themselves out of Meropide and in a place they really can let loose, by all means, he'll encourage them to get loud and let himself be heard too.

[dutybcrne]

Spent my time doing notsfw hcs on le Other blog, I wonder if I should do some for Dan Heng and Aven-

[choptop-sawyer]

NEED. MORE. NSFW. SAWYERS.

I might do Drayton and Chop Top in another post... I'm just slightly burned out 😥 sorry if these suck or not what you wanted.

(Yet Another) NSFW Sawyer Stuff List

Warning: Canon-Typical Violent subjects.

Bubba

Bubba is unlike any of the others, he is not turned on by blood, by pain. Maybe it's because he's surrounded by it daily for his whole life, he is defined by blood and meat. Rather, what is attractive to him is something uncommon to find in that house.

He loves beautiful things, in their little fragments in which he sees them. The soft feeling and sweet smell of a "guest's" hair. Small and soft hands, so unlike his own. Bright eyes, glittering with tears. All of these, they not only make him pleased as someone finding a pretty coin on the sidewalk, but it also fills him with an unfamiliar sense of longing, the longing mixed with lust.

The youngest does not think about these feelings much, until they are happening right at the moment. Then, it's almost unbearable for Bubba.

Those nights, he'd lay in bed, trying to not make a sound as he touches himself, because he's scared that Drayton might hear him and hit him. But it's so hard not too when he's so excited, Bubba is helpless to prevent the grunts, the squeals, the deep, rumbling moans that escape.

He strokes his cock with intensity, no patience, no thought of temperance. He chases the pleasure hard as he can.

Playing like a blurry black and white film in his head is a lady, dressed nicely and smiling at him. Her appearance changes everytime she resurfaces. Sometimes she looks like those lovely women with painted lips in the old movies that played on the TV before Nubbins smashed it in. Sometimes she looks like a guest who had stunned Bubba momentarily when he saw them, because their beauty was unexpected.

In the film in his head, the lady stays right there, and he wants to touch her so bad, to see how her beauty shows. He never imagines himself in the film, he's always had trouble envisioning himself. Therefore, she never touches him, Bubba wouldn't know what to imagine her doing to him anyway.

He feels the buildup, and he doesn't back down, and he cums all over himself with the loudest squeal he would make that night. His heart is racing, his skin is flushed and sweaty. His cum is sticky on his stomach, and he wipes it off on the sheets, care abandoned.

Bubba drifts off to sleep, at peace, but at the same time, there's something in him that wants more, but doesn't know what more he wants.

Nubbins

He too, is surrounded by blood and death and pain, but he relishes it. He becomes something more than himself in pain, in causing it, or receiving it. He's the god of his own world in which everything is endless, where he can wander in it forever.

So he likes pain, thank you very much.

Nubbins has had a few isolated sexual encounters, and someone always ended up screaming.

He never seeks them out, but if a person who interests him happens to put out, he might take the opportunity for a quick hookup, out of curiosity.

They've almost always been in a car, though one time, he rutted with someone in the dirt like an animal.

And it would be lying if he didn't think it felt nice. Nice enough. Though, he doesn't know why Bobby makes such a big deal about it...

Until he remembers the knife he always carries. Until he sees the exposed flesh. How wonderful is it that someone would just leave themselves open to him, so vulnerable.

He's pushed over the edge when the blade slices across that soft skin. Nubbins is overjoyed, he feels so good. His hips buck as he cums and his eyes roll back. Heaven.

He gets kicked out, of course, threatened with legal action, but he could care less. He snaps a photo right before they slam the door and speed of, feeling like they had a brush with death. And they were right.

Would it be possible for him to make love? Or to even have sex normally? I will leave that up to you to decide.

[poly-losers-club]

cool!! i love thinking abt eddie acting a brat even more than usual around stan, just to get a rise out of him. can we talk about that?

Oh for sure. 

In a lot of ways Stan and Eddie are very similar. Seen as delicate and almost feminine. Compulsions and neuroses that are outside of their control. Sensitive - quick to anger or upset. Fiercely loyal. Brave.

And so most of the time this means they get along absolutely FAMOUSLY.

But... when they fight, they really fight. Objects thrown. Doors slammed. Screaming matches that result in strained voices. Passive aggression that lasts for days.

And when they fuck... they really fuck. They know each other so well. They are so comfortable with each other. They know exactly what makes the other tick and what their kinks are.

And for Eddie... he knows that Stan likes to feel in charge when he’s having sex. Dominant. Buuuuuuut... Eddie also knows that Stan really really really loves to have that dominance challenged. To have to work for it. 

And hey, it works to Eddie’s advantage because it means that Stan basically has to push him to the point of incoherence with pleasure. 

So, yeah.

It occurs to me Anon that you might also be referring to Eddie being a bit of brat as foreplay outside of the bedroom too. Like being overly-touchy in public, swanning around in an outfit that he knows will drive his partners crazy, pulling someone close as though to tell them something important and then just telling them he wants to ride them so hard that they go cross-eyed.

Cause yes, just yes. Eddie does ALL OF THOSE THINGS.To all of his partners. He’s a horny lil fucker. And as he gets older and more comfortable with his sexuality, there’s just no stopping him.  (◉ω◉)