#being loved and taken care of is my kink btw

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

AWFULLY out of character but comforting Nikto maybe, idk i just want the man to be somewhat happy

Shhh shhh shh don't even apologize pookie bear. I rolled my eyes back at this. I mean what.

Nikto who gets overwhelmed during public events that he didn't even want to go to. Already pissy because his teammates forced him there and even more so because people keep looking at him. Making the man both self conscious and exhausted that he had to keep up with random strangers.

Nikto who gets home and the first thing he does is try to rip off the overly fancy suit that he was forced to wear. Finding irritability the second that it catches on something and he's forced to wear it a second longee than he needs to. Fabric ripping at the seams until you grab his hands. Stopping him from clawing at his own wrists and face in his haze.

Some blood already dripping down the side of his cheek the moment he removed the mask a while ago. The metal slicing his skin from haste, something that he didn't care about through all his madness yet acknowledgd. Oh but it was visible, bright red against pale skin.

Those ice blue eyes staring widely at you as you grabbed his face. The blacks of his blue eyes unnaturally small. Almost immediately outwardly calming down at the feeling of your cold hands against his warm cheeks. Its like trying to calm down a scared animal. It was something familiar to him. The cold. No more suffocating air inside a cramped room.

Having to ground him back to earth as you hold his hands, already covered in his own blood. Skin itchy from how others stare at him yet under your gaze. He was just him. Because he knew you knew him. He knew you.

"Apologies i- we were...oh", something in him finally coming back to you in the brief moment of peace. Realizing how he tore through a still soft scar on his cheek, making himself even more mangled. Something in him that should feel shame for it yet nothing but exhaustion and acceptance reeks from his form.

"Let me take care of you hm?", you whisper softly, trying to coax him back to reality as he feels your hand wipe away the blood. Soft fingertips against open flesh. The texture of skin making him wince from the pain as he reaches up to cup your hand. Stalling your touch on him and an instinct to pause pain all at the same.

"It doesn't hurt", he lies through his teeth, even as much as it wrongs him to lie to you. Finding it useless to care for a wound so small and yet. It would most likely leave another scar on his skin. Was he just making himself worse for you? Always looking and acting like a fucked up animal. He didn't want to and yet he was.

"Let me take care of it, Nikto", a simple call of his 'name' and he's sat. Letting you disinfect the wound through the awfully sterile alcohol. Barely even flinching as the disinfectant stings his cheek and wrists. Sure they weren't bleeding but small scratches could still cause infection.

"Raise your hands", a simple order. One he would heed to easily. Raising his arms for you to wrap with some gauze while he complains that it isn't even necessary, he doesn't even wear long sleeves shirts outside of deployment.

"Tilt your head for me?", and he follows. Because why wouldn't he when you ask so softly? Taking care of him like he deserved it. Trying to ignore the way blood rushes to his cheek and pours out even more.

"Darling, I can see you blushing, do you like getting pampered?", he would never admit it if it was anyone other than you. A visibly red hue on his usually pale skin.

"Da", and he doesn't care. Or at least that's what he says. His blush only deepening when you pinch his chin in your hands tilting his head to the side while he mentally tries so hard to avoid your gaze. Pupils drifting off to the side like a sad dog. Grimacing until you tell him to stop because you can't get the bandage on.

"Tired hm? Wanna talk about it?", you offer up once he's gained that blur in his eyes. No longer a prey trying to avoid being hunted. Just a bunny in its natural habitat. His pupils back to their natural size and more as he stares back up at you.

A unintelligible grunt exits through his throat, barely even moving. Finding himself slouched a few minutes ago in his panic. Hands absentmindedly trailing your sides as he sits you down on his lap on his insistence. And he's calm at least. Falling asleep once you take off the tight fitting jacket. Slumbering softly on the sofa and just pulling you closer with every hour. Lying down to make sure you didn't wake up with back problems.

[localkiss]

Screaming for attention!

manipulative brothers best friend re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! Mentions of past grooming by leon, age gap(~8 yrs), manipulation, guilt, dirty talk, p in v, afab reader, noncon creampie, slight anal/talks of anal, codependency, slapping, daddy kink, pet names, depressed thoughts in the beginning, chubby/thicker reader, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, talks of pregnancy (just a bit), oral (f receiving), virginity talk, controlling leon, obsessed leon, slight size kink if u squint!

note: hhh... read the warning lol before you comment. I was going to put more of leon being so fucking weird but erm, decided not to. not proof read btw!! but i do want to say i am a victim of SA and i used to heavily think about him and wished that he went further. lol idc what people say, i still struggle thinking like that, but ik it's wrong. so yes that's what this fic is loosely based on -_-

wc: 3.1k! tags: @rigorwhoring, @argreion, @xoxostarlet, @fairry1 bc I love u all :33!

Maybe it's for the best. No more surprises. This is nothing new. All you can hear is deafening silence, swallowing you up in a warm cocoon, suffocating you like a million years of guilt and thousands of weights on your throat and chest. 

You can't help but wish he had done more. Maybe he would've if he could see your thoughts. Maybe he would've stayed.

But those sleeping pills really did a number on your body. You tried to overdose on everything you could, even your antidepressants. Yeah, it was dumb. But it was all just killing you from the inside anyway. 

All you can do now is just sob violently into your pillows. Claw at the sheets and at your scalp, so pathetically. No wonder he chose you. So fucking easy to manipulate, to knead into someone he can use. No wonder he said he only loved you like a friend after he finally got caught in the act.

Whatever it was that he said, you can't remember exactly. You just tuned him out. White noise oozing into your eardrums like water does when you stand underneath the showerhead. He didn't apologize. Didn't explain. Didn't even try to. All you did was cry and plead for him to stay. 

"Please don't leave me, Leon. Please, I can't live without you! I love you! Please!" You sobbed into the phone because, yeah, he broke up with you over text. It's not like you guys were even in a relationship. The age gap was too big and illegal to even be considered a real relationship. 

You knew he was so much older than you. Liked it. Knew it was wrong, yet went forward with it. He should've stopped it. Should've. But he didn't, though. 

You still love him deep down in your heart. He was your first love. First 'boyfriend'. First person to grope your body. You asked for a kiss, and he pressed his chapped lips against your forehead. He asked you for ass pictures, and you gladly sent them. Giggling happily whenever he complimented you and your body.

He's still your ideal type. A cuddly, tall, muscular brunette. 

You wish you could stop yourself from comparing every guy to him or hoping they won't end up like him. Using you and throwing you away as soon as they got what they wanted. 

But, now that you're legal, he reached out to you. Said some nonsense to try and get back into your heart. You didn't even care what he said. Just wanted to feel alive, to feel loved, and to be loved again. Even if it meant being loved by your abuser, you would let him drag you through hell and back if it meant he would love you like he did in the past. If it meant you could feel happy, free, and weightless again, you would march into hell with him.  

As messed up as you are, you would do anything to make him stay. So that you can feel full again. Happy again.

"Wish you would've taken all of my firsts," you pouted as he pulled away from your lips. Swollen and red, so pretty.  

Leon grinned and raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Really, baby girl? Damn," he bites on his lower lip, and his thumb brushes across the apples of your cheeks. 

Taking in the way you look different but still the same as you were years ago, just a bit fuller in your hips, thighs, and stomach, he remembers when he gripped your thigh with both of his hands. Couldn't even manage to grab ahold of all of the fat. A few inches away from completely grabbing your thigh with both hands. 

Now, he probably couldn't even make it so that there were a few inches between his hands; it would be a bit of a distance. That's how much you've grown width-wise. Length wise, you haven't really grown much. 

"Yeah, daddy," you preen under his attention, shifting your weight from your heels to your toes, and back down flat on the floor. "I mean it." 

He lets out a soft chuckle, and his calloused hands softly grab onto your shoulders, rubbing small circles into the fabric of your shirt. "Wish I could've taken all of your first too, baby. I know I would've made it all special for you. For my special girl." Leon coos, his head dipping down to lick into your mouth.

Hot spit trickles down the back of your throat and onto your chin. Making you squeeze your doughy thighs together, moaning as his hands squeeze down to your ass. Pressing you up against his built body. His hard-on throbbing against the confines of his skinny jeans, onto your soft, pudgy tummy.

He groans as you tug at the hair on the back of his head. Pulling back and squishing your cheeks together, and then tapping your face as you try to press your lips on his. His blue eyes darken as you moan when his hand makes contact with your face. 

"Fuck," he grips onto your chin, forcing your mouth open to let a wad of spit hit the edge of your tongue, letting it slide down into your tummy. "Daddy knew you'd like that. I've got a slutty little princess, huh?" 

It's a rhetorical question, but you answer with a few quick nods.

"Yeah, daddy, I'm your slutty little princess." Always so quick to repeat what he said. What he drilled into your brain years ago obviously holds up. You still want to make him happy, even if he ruined you for anyone else. Ruined you for life.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards, his hands giving your ass a quick squeeze before he pushes you down into the bed. He climbs on top of you like a hungry animal, licking his lips at the sight of his prey.

A whine escapes from your throat at the sight. He's gotten even more attractive and bigger, and it's making your brain all mushy. Shooting directly down to your core, feeling it gush out slick onto the gussets of your panties. 

You lick your lips and wrap your legs around his hips. "Please, Leon." 

He lets out a low growl, his veiny forearms coming up by the sides of your head. Firmly planting them on the mattress as he rocks his hips into yours. His bangs fall into your face as he teasingly grazes his lips against yours. Panting hotly against your lips. 

"Relax, baby," is all he says before he moves his mouth, making a wet trail from the corner of your lips down to your jawline. 

"Let me love you." Leon murmurs into your skin as he sucks a hickey underneath your ear, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. 

You become pliable, easy to bend, and easy to please. Brain too foggy to clearly think straight. Leon's marking up your neck like you'll try to run away from him. It's like you're his property now. God, you've always been his, ever since that fateful day, right?

Just a few words, and he can do whatever he wants with your body. Maybe one day you'll let him take your first time with your other hole. Who knows. 

"So pretty, fuck," his tongue dips between the valley of your breasts, hands grasping at your shirt to push it up, exposing you to his hungry eyes. His knee slots between your thighs, making you squeak and squeeze his leg involuntarily. Pressing your tits together to swipe his tongue across your perky nipples. 

Bathing your tits in his spit, he suckles on them like a madman. Enjoying the way you mewl and gasp, using his teeth to draw out more noises from you. Obsessed with every single part of you, even the not-so-pretty parts. He has you mapped out in his mind, his sweet, supple princess. 

"Has anyone ever eaten you out?" Kissing your areolas, soothing the small bite marks he left. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, brows furrowed in concentration. He's doting on you like it's the last time he'll ever see you again. 

"No," you say, pressing your lips together in a flat line. Feeling your stomach tighten up with butterflies and hints of nausea. 

Leon likes that. So much so that he smiles into your stomach, softly gnawing on the pudge around your belly button, earning some soft squeals and pats to try and push him away. He wants to make you crumble under him, submit to him, and never leave. Never want another man. Always comparing someone to him, wishing they did it like him. He wants to plague your mind and control you from the inside out. 

He wants to tie you up in his bedroom and never let you leave. Live your own life? No. Leon wants to drill it into your brain and body that he owns you, no thoughts about anything else but him and his body. 

He pulls down your shorts and panties in one go, watching the string of your arousal stick to the gussets of your panties. His large hands pry open your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them down with his weight. 

"Remember this," he spits onto your pussy, watching it swim down to your holes. Squeezing your legs when you squirm a little too much for his taste, deciding to spit once more to make sure you'll have his DNA in you for the next couple of days. 

Pressing chaste kisses on your clit because he knows it'll make your mind go all fuzzy and only think of Leon, Leon, Leon. And how good he's making you feel. Nobody else but him.

He dips his tongue between your folds and begins to languidly make out with it. Thrusting his tongue and swirling it upwards as his upper lip continues to make contact with your clit. Drawing out all sorts of pathetically cute noises from you. 

Wishing he was recording this so he could show it to his friends and brag about how he has molded you to be his perfect girl. You're not a woman until he fucks a baby into you. 

"You like that?" He suckles on your clit and gently bites down on it. Watching the way your face crinkles up and how you squeeze your eyes shut. Everything you do amuses him. 

"Daddy, mmh... god, yes!" You grasp the sheets as you feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen. Toes curling as Leon fucks his tongue into your drippy hole. 

He shakes his head, pressing his nose into your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to get you to cum quickly. 

Your hands desperately try to reach for Leon for comfort as you stumble into an orgasm. "Daddy... Mmphh—fuck!" 

Legs kicking out and vibrating as he coaxes you through your orgasm. Slowly swiping his tongue through your folds to slurp up all of your cum, he presses soft kisses all around your pussy. "Such a good girl," he sighs. 

Leon spreads your legs, kissing his way up to your face. He licks his way into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue and gulp down some of his saliva. "So easy." He puts his hand on your neck, lightly applying pressure as he goes back in for more kisses. Make sure you never leave this cloudy state of mind, so he can do whatever he pleases with you. 

"Maybe I can even eat you out here," he says, letting his hand wander down to your asshole and lightly tracing the rim of it. Feeling you tense up brings a sly smile to his face. "No? Okay. Maybe next time." He chuckles and pulls back to unbuckle his jeans. 

Slowly undoing his belt and putting it next to you on the bed. Unzipping his fly as he makes direct eye contact with you the entire time. He makes you gulp nervously as he finally pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs.

Your eyes immediately jump to his hard-on. How does he even keep that thing in there? It's begging to be freed, and quite frankly, you want to run away out of nerves, not believing his cock can even fit inside of you! What the fuck did Leon even eat for it to even have grown that big and thick?

Leon sees the cogwheels turning in your head as he steps out of his pants. With each step he takes, it bounces against the slightly stained, striped fabric. "Baby, don't be so nervous. It'll be alright." His voice is soothing and convincing, almost hypnotic in the way it makes your body buzz and your mind go blank. 

It is a bit terrifying to think about the effect he honestly has on you, your mind, body, and soul. 

"Are you on the pill?" He asks, although he already knows the answer. 

"No, I'm not." You mumble shyly. Embarrassed to not be on some sort of birth control.

Leon reaches down for his wallet and pulls out a condom. "Good thing I always come prepared, huh?" Chuckles as he pulls down his briefs, stepping out of them as he tears open the condom packaging. He slipped it on his drippy and flushed tip, sliding all the way down to the base. 

Slowly kneeling on the bed to lead his dick to your hole. Sliding through your folds to gather more fluids to make the first push easier on you. 

"Ready?" He grunts as he teases you by tapping himself on your swollen clit. 

"Uhuh, 'm ready," you whine as he slowly eases himself into your pussy. 

Moaning as you helplessly flutter and tighten around his shaft. Watching your face carefully as you scrunch and tense up. Stopping halfway and grabbing ahold of your hand, his other one grips the fat of your hip so tight it'll leave a bruise the next day. 

"Almost there, baby girl, doing so well for me," he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he drives more of himself deep inside of you.

You look down at your stomach and tighten around him as you notice the bulge from his cock being so big and deep inside of you. His tip is brushing against the opening of your womb.

"Nnh, Leon, too big," you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours. Legs squeezing against his waist as he slowly starts to thrust shallowly.

"Baby, relax. Can barely pull out of you," Leon rasps in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you try to force yourself to relax around him. 

"Mnmph, sorry, Daddy. Please—" you pout, squeezing his hand tightly. Trying to signal for him to start pounding your needy cunt already.

He nibbles on your earlobe, slowly shifting his hips to thrust in and out of you properly. Soft plap, plap, plap, of his body hitting yours, making sure that he hits your g-spot. 

You swallow a whine as he lets go of your hip to lazily rub his thumb on your swollen little button. Hearing the way your breath hitches and seeing the slight curve in your spine makes all his administrations worth it. Slowly speeding up his movements as he squeezes your hand, groaning low in his throat when you clench around him tightly like a vice. 

"Tight cunt all f'me," he thrusts harder and harder, making it difficult to keep quiet. Soft punched-out cries leave your lips alongside Daddy, Daddy, Daddy's. "Fuck, daddy's gonna make you cum so hard around his cock, might even make you scream." 

Leon slowly pushes your legs up, putting you into a mating press as he drives himself deeper into you. Fucking into your womb, which craves his thick cum. Ecstatic with the idea of 'accidentally' slipping the condom off and cumming deep in your womb. Get you pregnant and finally be his woman. 

"God, wanna get you pregnant so bad, baby," he pants, bangs falling into your face with each harsh thrust. "Would take care of you and the baby. Mmhh shit—would suck the milk outta your fat leaky tits." 

Drools into your mouth as he kisses you with fervor, teeth clashing as his dick continues to fill up your sloppy pussy. 

"Leon, please, 'm so close," you hiccup as he vigorously rubs your clit in tight circles. Your legs brush up against his head as you feel that familiar warm coil in your stomach. 

"Cum for me princess." Leon's eyes darken; pupil's swallowing up his iris as he watches you unfold before him. Because of him. 

Your body tenses up and convulses with each swipe of his thumb on your sensitive nerves. Letting out a silent scream, your eyes close tightly as you try to hold onto Leon as best as you can, feeling his hot breath on your kissed, swollen lips. His fat cock is hitting all the right spots, almost painfully good as he fucks you deeply. Constantly pressing up against your womb, making your toes curl. 

Slowly rutting through your orgasm, he feels his own start to creep up on him. "Fuck, hold on, baby. Gonna pull out for a sec," he pants, pulls out of your heat, and discreetly pulls off the condom, letting it fall on his jeans. 

He quickly puts it back in before you can notice, giving you a spine-chilling smile. Giving you a few pecks on your lips and on your forehead as he uses you like a fleshlight now. 

Letting out soft whimpers and moans, he puts his head on your shoulder. The sounds of sex are his favorite sounds. Your crying is his favorite sound in the entire world. Nothing can top you crying out for him while moaning like a total slut. 

"So fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he groans, hips rabbiting into your pussy. Your insides are so warm and so wet, he feels like it's the first time he's going raw ever. Orgasm on the fence with each thrust. That and you're making all these noises, it's hard for him to concentrate on not cumming so fast. 

"G'nna cum, babe, holy fuck—" He lifts his head off of your shoulder and kisses you feverishly, spitting deep into your throat. Putting his forehead on yours, his nose touches yours as he grunts, pumping his cum into your pussy. Sticky white ropes straight into your womb. 

Panting and whimpering as his cock slowly ruts into your messy cunt. "Fuck... So good," he chuckles lightheartedly. 

Your pussy quivers around his shaft as it softens up. It feels so hot and sticky, and your mind is too fuzzy to even process that he came inside. A dumbfounded smile plastered on your flushed pink face makes his heart swell up. 

"Such a good girl. My good girl, right?" Leon nuzzles his nose against yours. Driving the fact that you'll always be his. Even if you move across the country, he'll always follow. Always in your shadow. 

"Uhuh," you respond shyly, giggling at the affection he's giving you. His eyes soften up, and you take in his face. The light stubble, small acne scars, and the way his hair is fading from dirty blonde to brown. "always, daddy." 

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Kisuke; Praise kink

a/n: the title for this was 'sweet things' btw! 18+ only. Praise kink, fingering, kisuke is weird and perhaps stalking reader lol. wc 2.5k bc i love my man

Kinktober Masterlist.

Your fingers worried the loose cardboard of the supply box in your grip. The lovely Tessai took one box after the other into the shops, Ururu and Ginta played and chased each other in his minute absences. 

Mr. Urahara was nowhere to be found.

And it was a good thing, too; you didn’t think you could resist him.

Ever since you had started supplying his store with goods, he had taken every opportunity to lavish you with flattery, concealing his smiling face with the fan you wished you possessed to conceal your sheepishness in these moments: 

“What a pretty woman you are!”

“Ginta, the lovely supply woman is here!” 

“Of course, I can’t imagine anything being sweeter than your lips ~”

Damn your love language. Damn it. 

But Mr. Urahara was never rude or vulgar, yet Tessai would often come around and chastise him for bothering you regardless. 

But it didn’t matter; you ate it up. You weren’t a fool; now and then you caught glimpses of the gorgeous dark-skinned visitor coming and going out of Urahara’s shop. You were certainly not the prettiest woman he’d ever seen, and you both knew it. 

“I don’t often hear those types of things,” You admitted softly to him one day, cheeks warm. 

“Oho no.” He had held you under his loving appraisal. “I don’t believe that.” 

“Well, believe it,” You said, laughing nervously. “I usually get yelled at for delivering the wrong thing. The address is always right,” you shrugged, “and I don’t pack the boxes, so …”

“Oh, if only you’d deliver the wrong package to me,” Mr. Urahara said, leaning toward you. “It would mean I’d get to see you twice a week.”

Oh, god, help.

You anticipated each and every delivery to his shop. You yearned for the praise. 

Until last Tuesday.

 You had taken a chance to move one of the biggest boxes taped up to the tenth. I can move this myself, c’mon, don’t be a deadweight. And Mr. Tessai was always so kind, couldn’t you help him out just once? 

You moved not one, but two, the last one prompting a drawn-out groan from you as you leaned over to drop it on the ground with care. 

You stretched your back out, heard a crack or two. You sensed Mr. Urahara’s  presence, heard those sandals. Clop. Clop. Clop. But for once you were too preoccupied with not being a nuisance to mind his proximity to you. 

“That’s a good girl,” came his voice, husked and breathy at your neck. “Such a strong, pretty girl you are, moving boxes for me ―”

You did the worst thing you could possibly do in that moment ― you moaned.

“Hm?” You heard from behind.

You squeaked and startled away.

“M ― M ― Mr. Urahara!” You stammered. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, a sweet lilt to his voice always. “Did I scare you?” 

“No ― I just, erm, aha, I’m going to be late for my next delivery!” You scurried back to your truck. “Bye!” 

You didn’t miss the muted, searching look Mr. Urahara had given you as your engine reared to life and you drove off, thanking the gods you had closed your trunk before driving over the speed limit. 

But despite your fears, Mr. Urahara didn’t show himself, and you were safe to hop in your truck and drive off. 

It was only when night struck ― you got a phone call.

You stared at the random number. Normally, you wouldn’t answer calls from strangers, but you took a gamble. 

Click.

“Hello?”

“Hello, (Y/n).”

You gawked, your phone nearly slipping from your hand. You knew that voice.

“Mr. Urahara?” You stammered. “I ― What ― How did you get my number?”

A silky laugh on the other line. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, my lovely (Y/n).”

Whoa. Unease settled over you. Were you being stalked?

Another laugh, louder this time, more human. “Just kidding! Your number is on the side of your truck, remember?”

You blinked. Oh. Oh, yeah.

“Anyway, I called because I was worried I might have scared you off the other day” ― ruffling on the other side of the line ― “Are you all right?”

“Oh.” You sighed. You laughed at yourself. You let your mind get away from you. “No, it’s fine ― I’m fine. Really. I was just … having a bit of a rough day, is all.”

“Ahh, I see,” Mr. Urahara said. “Well, Miss (Y/n), I don’t pretend to know what’s best for you, but perhaps a day off is in order?”

You snorted. “A day off? What’s that?”

The two of you shared a laugh. Your shoulders relaxed. You sunk into your pillows and listened to the tapering sounds of his chuckles. He was easy, light, and it felt good to simply chat with the man after all the stress he had inadvertently caused you.

“I know, times are hard, aren’t they?” Mr. Urahara said. “You’ve been so good to my shop. If you’d let me, I would love for you to come over ― no business involved ― and allow me to treat you.”

You giggled. “That’s very kind, Mr. Urahara ―”

“Kisuke, please.”

“Kisuke,” You corrected. “But, I’m afraid I don’t have much of a sweet tooth.”

But he was such a sweet man, and you had a weakness for that. 

“I don’t know how you would treat me, exactly.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know,” Kisuke said. “Perhaps ― and this is just off the top of my head! ― I could treat you to a … massage?”

You froze. If this were a tv show, you were sure the record scratch would be playing right about now. 

Impossible. No way you heard him right. 

You were quieter for longer than you intended; your mouth ran dry as the beginning of a fantasy ― another one you did not need ― flourished. Kisuke’s large hands kneading into your oiled skin. Your breasts, the inside of your thighs, drifting ever farther south … 

Stop. Stop. Stop.

“Haha ― hahaha.” Your laughs paired with a quickening heartbeat. “Mr. Urahara ― hahaha ― if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to proposition me!”

You waited for the man on the other land to speak, waited for the punchline, for the inevitable laugh track.

“...Guilty.”

…

Your phone would’ve fallen to the floor had it not been wedged against your cheek.

Oh no.

“I recognize this is awfully forward,” Kisuke said in that easy voice of his. “And if I’m going the wrong way to go about it, I apologize.” A subtle clearing of his throat. “But I like you very much, Miss (Y/n) … And I suspect you may feel the same way about me.”

You felt like you had swallowed a fish whole. 

“Look, Mr ― Kisuke,” You corrected yourself again. “I’m ― I’m flattered and all ―”

Shut up.

“ ― and I ― I do think you’re very handsome!”

Shut up.

“― And I always like it when you say sweet things to me!”

Shut up!

“B ― But ―”

“You like it when I say sweet things to you?” You could almost see Kisuke’s brow lift through the phone.

You gulped. Kisuke’s voice had taken on a distinct purr. How could his voice do this to you? Any man’s voice! It was just a man’s voice.

His voice.

You admitted defeat. “Yes.” Your voice was a leaf in the wind.

“Hm.” More shuffling on the other land, and you were probably crazy, but it was almost as if he was … “You want to know what I think, Miss (Y/n)? I think a beautiful woman like you deserves to hear sweet things said about her every day.”

Your throat was dangerously dry now. 

“I’m more than willing to fulfill that requirement for you. Come on over, Miss (Y/n),” he coaxed. “I would like to show you just how sweet I can be to you.” 

Ah, fuck. 

“I can’t sleep with a client,” You whispered into the phone, because this was apparently craziness you were actually considering. “It would be untoward.”

“And I won’t be a client, silly!” Kisuke said. “Didn’t you hear me before? It will just be a day between us, no business involved.” 

You couldn’t refute him, and you hated it.

“C’mon,” he cajoled. “Be a good girl for me. Don’t you like being my good girl?”

You rubbed your legs together in a foolish attempt to temper the throb at your cunt, and only adding unneeded friction there.

“Like the day you moved those boxes for me,” Kisuke continued, the husk in his voice clipping at the receiver. “You’re always so good to me. Let me be good to you. Hm? Pretty please?”

You hung up.

You panted ― panted ― and hoped you weren’t making a horrible decision as you abandoned your bed for your closet, keeping in mind to wear your prettiest panties.

“Miss (Y/n)!” Tessai greeted. “What a lovely surprise!”

You let yourself in, worrying the strap of your tote bag as you slinked into the  shop and found it deathly quiet within. You looked every which way, looking for the infernal candy man.

“I was not aware we were expecting a delivery,” Tessai said pleasantly. 

“There isn’t one,” You said. “I ― I came to see Mr. Urahara.”

“Ahh, I see!” Tessai said. “Well, it just so happens Ururu, Ginta, and I are going out for a day on the town!”

Of fucking course.

“I see.” You suppressed your fidgeting hands. “Well, Mr. Urahara and I probably won’t be long.”

“Very well then, you let me know if he gives you any trouble and I’ll be sure to set him straight.”

You waved Tessi goodbye and listened to the bell jingle in farewell.

Then you were alone. You browsed the aisles of candy displayed at random. You were fiddling with the wrapper of a gummy candy when ―

“I didn’t think you were coming ―”

You spun to see Kisuke beside you. You shot a glance at the door; you hadn’t heard it open, nor had you heard footsteps. How did he keep doing this?

Kisuke smiled, unfazed by your surprise. “But I’m glad you did.”

“Mr. Urahara ―” You continued wrinkling the candy, unsure of what to do with your hands, or, frankly, yourself at all. “I ― I should go, I ―”

“Aww.” Kisuke prowled toward you. He had a great bit of size and height on you; you were nearly face level with his open chest. “And deprive me of your pretty face?”

You bit your lip as Kisuke caressed your face. “I know you’re lying about all that. I’m not ― I’m not even all that.”

“I’m not,” he said. “And you are. Come on back and let me prove it.”

You don’t know how it happened, but before you know it the shogi to the back room was closing. Kisuke’s hands were disappearing underneath your shirt, his lips pressing kisses and devious words into your neck.

“Perfect,” he purred. One hand was unlatching your bra clasp while its twin tweaked and pinched at your nipple through a bra cup. His five o’ clock shadow tickled the skin just below your earlobe. “Just perfect! Would a girl not all that have such” ― he kneaded and groped at your breasts, barely protected by a bra gone limp ― “gorgeous tits? Hm?”

Your head hung back, coincidentally giving Kisuke greater access to your neck, greater opportunity to mark you with teasing teeth marks. Both hands palmed at your breasts now, sending shock waves through your person as his long, talented fingers cornered and bullied your nipples.

“Aah …” You bucked into him, too dazed to be ashamed, eager for his learned touch.

He had put you in such a daze, a maddening collusion of hands and lips and words ― the sweetest words you’d ever heard. Pretty girl, beautiful, so sweet, perfect, so wet. You blinked, opened your eyes; you were naked. When had he gotten you naked and why was he still clothed save his hat and robe? 

And with the last iota of sanity you had left you wondered idly whether or not you’d been drugged before that too was taken from you by Kisuke dipping three fingers into your cunt with a drawn out, approving hum.

“Oh!” You could feel your slick coming over his fingers, though nothing in comparison to the sweet pressure of Kisuke’s digits. The intrusion burned. You bit your lip against the sudden pressure. Already his fingers angled upwards in search of the spot that would make you scream, render you speechless. “Kisuke, oh …!”

“So good for me,” Kisuke cooed. His fingers had found their target, and now their thrusts began and ended with your ragged g-spot. You cried out and almost in reward he left a soft kiss on your cheek. “See? You could’ve had this such a long time ago; in the future, let’s not deny ourselves things that feel good.”

Your breath was haggard, patchy. The world had shrunk to the thrust of Kisuke’s fingers. He had you in his lap, an arm wrapped around your middle while his other did its work. You held on to him, arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders, hips rocking into his fingers. All the while he watched you, stormy eyes flickering intently over your face.

“I bet you’d like to come now, right?” he said in a low taunt, thumb brushing idly over your clit.

You nodded frantically, nails dug into his shoulders as he chuckled. “Yes, yes, please ―” you bucked. “Please, Kisuke, please, your ― your thumb!”

“Hm? Oh!” Kisuke’s voice was hilariously casual, as though he didn’t have you sitting in his lap, fingers deep in your cunt, nearing your end. “I didn’t even notice that. Wasn’t trying to be mean.” 

And without ceremony he brought his thumb to your clit and gave it the frantic attention you needed, incessantly flicking, rolling, his other fingers still entertained with your sopping hole.

“Go on,” he coaxed. “Pretty girls get to come.”

Your eyes rolled back. Kisuke’s fingers refused to cease, instead speeding up. You hollered and began to clench down on them.

“Good girl …” Kisuke’s head dipped forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth and suck ―

“Fuck!” You quivered in his hold. The obvious imprint of his erection underneath your thigh only sent a second wave of pleasure through you. Kisuke nibbled on your nipple and the fight went out of you, forcing you to fall slack in his arms.

Your cunt continued to suck at his fingers until your whimpers bordered on painful. Only then did Kisuke have the wherewithal ― or mercy or both ― to remove them. Through heavy-lidded eyes you watched him suck the juices from his fingers.

“Hmmm,” he moaned. “Just as I thought; you’re right at home in a candy shop!”

You were still catching your breath, and witnessing such a raunchy display only took away more. “What do you mean?”

“Hm.” Kisuke smiled down at you, wiggling his now clean fingers. “Sweet.”  

[writerblue275]

Ranking Heartsteel members from least to most dom. (With some explanation) 😏

Inspiration: It just popped in my head and wouldn’t leave so here we are......blame Ezreal.

Genre: Ranking

Category: SMUTTTTT (18+ ONLY UNDER THE KEEP READING. MINORS DNI.)

Gender: I’ll do my best to be gender neutral. I am AFAB, so please understand that’s where my perspective comes from, especially from an anatomical standpoint. That being said, I’ll try to keep language as GN as possible.

TW: NSFW as FUCK. Mentions quite a few kinks: Dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM, etc...you have been warned.

Now that we have the logistics out of the way, are we all ready then? Lovely! Let's begin...😈

Important context: There’s an assumption here that everything is consensual. I’d never write anything about non consensual acts. Consent and communication are always CRITICAL. Also, this headcanon primarily applies to an established romantic relationship between member and reader, but I do think there are some things that could carry over into a FWB arrangement or something so have fun imagining that.

Least

- Ezreal

Do you know what’s hilarious? I actually have differing headcanons for Heartsteel Ezreal and like base-skin Piltover Ezreal. (I know Riot said it’s all the same universe and everything is canon, but are you really going to put Heartsteel Ezreal next to base-skin Ez, Debonair Ez, or Ace of Spades Ez and tell me they have the completely same vibes? To use my favorite GIF of Viktor from Arcane:)

But back to the reason we’re here. Let’s bffr, we all know this is the right spot for Heartsteel Ezreal.

He exudes such sub energy lmao. Like that’s baby boy right there. (He LOVES when you call him that BTW.)

You are absolutely going to be the one in control in your intimate relationship and that also includes aftercare. You will be taking care of him.

This chaotic man is a certified B R A T. The BRATTIEST of brats. And you just know it’s all on purpose to get a reaction out of you. 😂

Not shy at all about letting you know he’s needy. I’m not sure Ezreal (in any fucking universe lmao) has a subtle bone in his body. He definitely isn’t afraid to get a little whiny/clingy/handsy (but not like inappropriately so if you’re in public) in order to get his message across.

Likes to try and take the lead when you let him, but eventually he gets tired and you have to take back over.

Could he escape when you tie his wrists to the headboard? Absolutely, but why would he do that when he absolutely loves it? Also loves when you blindfold him. Oh, and he has the BIGGEST praise kink (receiving). Like be sure to tell him how good he’s being for you.

Wants you to use toys on HIM. Be creative and tease the hell out of him. It’s what he gets for being a brat.

He’s absolutely walked into rehearsal covered in love bites before, much to Alune’s dismay, so now you have to be a little more discreet about where you mark him. But believe me, he definitely wants you to.

- Aphelios

I was having such a difficult time figuring out how to classify Aphelios. Like I truly couldn’t figure out if he’d be dom or sub. Then it hit me….

He’s BOTH. The man is a fucking SWITCH. (HELL YEAH FOR SWITCHES.) Still a little unsure if he leans more dom or sub, but my gut is saying a bit more sub, so that’s what we’re going with.

There are days when he gets home and he needs to get his frustration/stress out. Those are the days he’s more dominant. Then there are other days where Phel is just damn tired and needs to be taken care of by his favorite person (you). Those are definitely the days he’s more submissive.

On those days, please pamper this man. He works so hard…

Even if traditional dirty "talk" can't be a part of your relationship, Phel’s a very creative man, as you know, and he will let you know how he feels, whether you're with him or not.

The absolute MASTER of sexting. Like you’ve been in meetings and your phone buzzes, and it’s just your lovely boyfriend texting you the most incredibly filthy stuff. You even had a coworker once ask if you were alright, you were so flushed. But my friend, TEASE HIM BACK. One afternoon Yone had to whack him on the back after he took a sip of water, looked down at his messages from you, and started coughing.

I’ve discussed previously (HERE) that I don’t think he’s had a ton of relationships before you, so I think the broadening of horizons in your physical relationship will take time. Butttttttt…..

This man is a very fast learner. (I’ve said it before and I will say it again: The quiet ones are always the most perceptive.) He knows exactly where and how to touch you in order to hear you gasp and moan. (Your body is an instrument, and as we all know, Phel is GREAT at playing instruments.) As he learns more about you and your body, he is willing to try new things with you. He trusts you deeply.

Whether or not he’s on top, Aphelios likes positions that allow him to see your face, and more importantly to him, allow you to see his face. Because he can’t verbally tell you how incredible you are and how much he loves you in the moment, it’s really important to him for you to be able to get that message somehow, and his face is very expressive. (Especially his eyes.)

Doesn’t matter if you’re leading aftercare or he is, it’s one of his favorite parts. The intimacy between the two of you while in this “vulnerable” state, taking such gentle care of each other, makes him melt. (Despite all the sass and the smolder in photos, he’s become a bit of a romantic.)

(A/N: Ok Yone and K’Sante I could also see being flipped here. I feel like they’re similar in “level” of dom, if that makes sense.)

- Yone

So Yone is definitely where we cross over into members who are for sure more dominant. Like he’d let you lead if you asked, but he’d absolutely be in control most of the time.

Similar to Aphelios, he knows EXACTLY how to read your body. (Those quiet men and their awareness!!!!) An extremely fast learner when it comes to what flusters you, gets you in the mood, and your favorite things he does.

Do not be afraid to be vocal with him. He loves hearing your noises when he does something very right. And he loves hearing you talk (especially when you say his name). He’ll always verbally confirm with you that you’re still enjoying yourself. And don’t worry about being too loud. He’ll soundproof the bedroom if necessary (he knows where to get extra soundproofing foam since he redid his whole studio).

“That’s it, my love…say my name again for me…let me hear you…” (🫠 <- Oh look it’s me!)

I ranked him the most romantic member for a fucking REASON (though I still think him and Sett are basically neck and neck). I think what really takes Yone up in the romance arena are his pet names for you (HERE).

There’s no one better to create mood music. And you know he puts in EFFORT. Along with mood music, I can absolutely see him giving you roses and slow dancing around your apartment to just set the VIBES. (Fucking immaculate vibes right there.)

While I can’t see Yone having too many “wild” kinks or fantasies, one that I absolutely can see him enjoying is shibari. Of course he’s very gentle and makes sure you’re not too uncomfortable (this sweet sweet man).

As I said earlier, he definitely likes to hear you, so dirty talking (both giving and receiving, but especially receiving) is for sure a big kink of his. And you love when he murmurs/whispers the sweetest yet dirtiest things into your ear.

Primarily prefers positions where he can see your face, but I also think surprisingly he’d like to hit it from behind. Especially when shibari is involved.

Very very sweet with aftercare. He thoroughly checks you over, making sure you’re feeling alright, and wipes you down before whisking you away to a bath. That’s when cuddly Yone comes out and he’s not leaving your side for the rest of the evening.

- K’Sante

K’Sante? He knows how to treat a partner RIGHT. He’s setting the mood throughout the entire fucking DAY. But you know what makes it even better? It doesn’t even have to be a special occasion. It could be a random Thursday and he’s still going all out.

I suppose that makes him the king of foreplay since he knows how to play the long game. This man is a PATIENT dom. What a fucking tease omg. (Those are his biggest kinks btw. Foreplay and teasing (both giving)).

Buys you a full outfit he knows (not thinks, KNOWS) will look incredible on you. Includes lingerie if that’s something you like. Of course he’s right. It really did look great on you and you got so many compliments that you couldn’t help but feel amazing and sexy. He also takes care of any small things you usually do so you can focus on yourself.

Sending you texts that gradually get flirtier and spicier throughout the day. Might even leave you a voice message or voice mail (with a text warning first to use your headphones because he’s smart like that).

All of this makes it so you’re ready to pounce on K'Sante the second he gets home. You’re ready to climb this giant man like a fucking tree.

That’s EXACTLY what he was trying to do. He can’t help but chuckle as he carries you to the kitchen instead of the bedroom, ignoring your complaints. He just smirks widely down at you once he sets you on the counter and softly but confidently, brooking no argument, says, “Not on an empty stomach, baby. You and I both know that’s unwise.” (He’s absolutely right.)

But worry not. The fun starts after you finish the delicious dinner he made. He’ll put you right back on the counter and enjoy his “dessert” first. 😉

Eventually though, even the master of the long game finally loses his patience (he played himself just a little bit). I think because of that, he’d be just a bit rough with you (though of course nothing that you dislike). You’re up against the wall/door of the bedroom as soon as you enter. When K'Sante doesn’t play the long game, I definitely think he’s much gentler and more romantic with you. Even without the long game he’s still definitely a fan of foreplay like oral or toys. He’s making sure you’re prepared for him.

Loves positions where he can show off his strength. He works hard for it, and what better way to reap the benefits than to use it to make you feel good? Loves anything that involves carrying you around.

I can totally see K’Sante being great at aftercare. He’d heat up some leftover food for you and get you a Gatorade (hydration!!!) after helping you clean up. And I fully believe cuddling him is one of the best things ever.

- Sett

Settrigh (that’s right, FULL NAME TO START) is not only dominant as fuck, but he’s one of the most ROMANTIC doms of the group and you will not convince me otherwise.

Outside of the bedroom? You have Sett wrapped around your little finger. This man worships the ground you walk on. (Lucky!!)

But intimacies? That’s his domain. He’s here to give you what you and your body NEED. You just have to give him the keys and let him drive. (“Let him cook” as the kids today say [lmao I swear I’m not even that old]).

When he’s with you, his goal isn’t even to find his own pleasure. Remember when I said acts of service (giving) is one of his love languages? 😉 (Same headcanon linked in Phel's.)

His goal? To make sure you feel loved/give you as much pleasure as you want. THAT’S how he finds his pleasure, knowing you’re feeling out-of-this-world because of what HE’S doing.

The master at creating romantic ambience. An incredible homemade meal by candlelight, a rose petal trail/petals covering the bed, special surprises (toys, lingerie, candles, music), and many other things to help set the mood.

Sett is extremely tall and very strong (I mean duh, pit fighter) and he loves pulling you into his lap for a make out session.

Praise kink, both giving and receiving. Loves telling you how good you are for him, how incredible you feel. And when you breathlessly tell him he feels perfect and beg him not to stop? That’s the shit he LIVES FOR. Absolutely loves the sounds you make. To likely no one’s surprise, I do think he has at least a little bit of a breeding kink.

Because he is a romantic, he likes to see your face. Loves watching your expression as he brings you bliss over and over and over again. (“Eyes on me, kitten. That’s it…you follow my directions so well, love…”) Also loves oral (giving). It’s one of his absolute favorite things in this world. Please PLEASE sit on his face, he loves it.

A KING of aftercare. Like Sett spoils you absolutely rotten. You don’t even have to lift a finger as he gently wipes you down with a warm wash cloth, carries you to a bubble bath where he cuddles and cleans you himself, and grabs you all the water and snacks that you need as soon as you’re cozy in bed again. He sets the bar SKY HIGH.

- Kayn

If you don’t think Kayn is very much on the dominant side, I don’t know what to tell you because have you SEEN HIM? The confidence. The energy. His SMIRK. This man is in full control and he KNOWS IT.

Will let you be in control every now and then when you request, but he’s definitely the main one who is in charge. And honestly he’s so good at his job that you’re very happy with your arrangement.

Loves buying you lingerie (so he can rip it off you later). If you surprise him by waiting in bed wearing just lingerie that he bought you, Kayn will go FERAL.

HICKEYS. This man is shameless when it comes to marking you. And he loves feeling you mark him, but of course because of his profession, you’re a bit more limited on where you can mark him. He needs to be able to cover them.

He is kinky as hell. Hair pulling, BDSM, edging, toys, and more. Dirty talk KING. Like I don’t think he’d shut up. Murmurs the filthiest shit in your ear. With your consent he’d also take photos and videos, but of course they’re on a completely separate phone that only you two know about/have access to (he takes it with him when he travels).

He’s an ass man so any position he can see your ass, he loves. Big fan of oral (both giving and receiving but more so receiving). “You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, Angel…”

Of course Kayn’s not a jackass. If you need to go slower or need more romance he’s happy to give you that. He can be surprisingly gentle and sweet.

And if you ever do need to use it, the SECOND you use your safe word, he stops, murmuring gentle and sincere apologies and affirmations as he takes you through your aftercare routine. He knows he can be rough, since you’ve told him he’s allowed to be, but the very last thing he wants to do is hurt you or go beyond your limits. You’re truly precious to him.

I think he is secretly phenomenal at aftercare. Like you might not think so from looking at him, but he really goes the full nine yards. Warm bath or shower with him, changing into comfy pjs (or not, he leaves it up to you), a massage if you’re sore anywhere, hand feeding you a snack and helping you hydrate, and some damn good cuddles and pillow talk.

Kayn is an excellent dom who cares about your satisfaction and well being in and out of the bedroom.

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Thank you for reading! This was so fun to write. I'll be honest, I even managed to fluster myself! 😳😂 Maybe I’ll have to do like NSFW A-Z for each member. Here’s a small glimpse into my internal and external reactions as I was writing for each member!

Ezreal: *Smirking, giggling, kicking my feet* (He’s who inspired this entire post tbh.)

Aphelios: *Eyes widening in realization and blushing*

Yone: *Sighing and swooning*

K’Sante: *Biiiiiiiiiig smirk*

Sett: *Melts into a god damn puddle*

Kayn: *Screams into the void because HOLY SHIT??*

[kp-alice]

Romantic greed (the best kind). | sub!Yeosang smut

Word count: 1 191

Warnings: pegging, sub!yeosang x condescending!dom!reader (they're both into it, it's okay), the slightest bit of what could be considered a corruption kink (nothing creepy, though, obv), begging, slightly fluffy during some parts.

A/N: So, uh... this fic was not planned at all, lol. I'm currently working on a few longer fics which aren't anywhere near finished, but today I had the displeasure of listening to two insanely racist, homophobic and just generally ignorant people talking loudly on the train for two hours straight, and somehow my annoyance turned into this. Don't ask me how, the frustration just made me want to fuck a man, okay,?? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: Btw, this is part of a small event I did on both this blog and my other, more sfw one, @seohwang! Go check it out if you're interested in some Jongho fluff ♥

The bed rocked back and forth with your powerful thrusts, the bed frame grazing against the wall every now and then. Accompanying the squeaking of the cheap wood were Yeosang's breathy moans, sounding like absolute heaven to your ears. He was clutching the pillow in front of him as tightly as he could, occasionally burying his face into it to muffle any wanton whimpers. His back was arched just the way you liked it, showcasing his beautiful broad back with muscle rippling all over. You would have taken a picture if you could, the scene was so pretty. Oh well. For now, all you could do was burn the image in front of you into your memory and grip his hips even tighter.

Yeosang keened as you leaned over his back to whisper into his ear, the change in angle hitting all the right spots in him.

"Roll over for me, handsome."

He bit his lip at your words, feeling the blush already tinting his cheeks get even deeper. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when you treated him like eye candy. Just a little boy toy for you to indulge in. Not that you needed him to admit anything, his reactions to the pet names you'd throw his way were more than enough.

Feeling you pull out of him, Yeosang shuddered, forcing his limbs to cooperate. With weak arms and legs, he flipped over, instinctively spreading his legs for you to slot your body between them. And when you did so, he couldn't help but let out a calm, content sigh. The sight of you like this, leaned over his sluggish yet excited body with your equally as tired but aroused one, buzzing with love and eagerness to make the both of you feel as good as possible, was nothing short of breath-taking. He didn't care about what society deemed the right, conventional way of lovemaking. Because in this moment, and even afterwards as he'd likely be recalling this over and over in his head, everything just felt so right. He was yours and you were his, inside and out.

His hazy thoughts of adoration were halted, however, as he felt something prod at him again. His excitement quickly turned to confusion, though, as he realized it wasn't your strap this time. Though initially similar in shape, he noticed it was much thinner yet warmer. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of your two fingers just as they began slipping inside of him.

Yeosang let out a teary, malcontent whine, feeling the slowly building orgasm in him stagnate. "Wait, no! I want- I need your cock in me, please!" he begged, grinding down on your hand to chase after the dwindling pleasure. "I was getting so close, please please please, I need more than this!"

Your core ached hearing him beg, and his thrusts against your palm certainly weren't helping. Despite his hole already being prepped and fucked loose, you could still feel every clench of him around your fingers, only adding to your unending arousal. Leaning over him even more, you looked down at him in faux remorse, contrasting the way your hand started pushing even harder into him. "But I want to feel you some more, hun," you explained with a fake, patronizing pout, "the strap is fun and all, but I can't feel you squeezing me with it nearly as much as I can like this. I need to know I'm making my boy feel good, right?"

Yeosang whimpered at your explanation, knowing you weren't going to budge until he'd give in to your game. With one hand clutching the pillow under his head again, he brought the other down to his twitching, neglected cock. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, looking up to gauge your reaction. When you didn't say anything, he slowly began stroking himself, huffing a strained breath from finally getting at least a fraction of the pleasure he so craved.

But even then, his hand and your fingers curling inside of him just weren't enough.

"Y/N, please," he began again, suppressing all shame churning his stomach as he conceded at last. "Please, I really- fuck! I need it! Please fuck me again, I promise you can use your fingers on me later but I-" a suppressed cry slipped past his lips and his hips bucked up as you hit his prostate dead-on, "I really need to cum right now."

The moment he saw your smirk, he knew he was done for.

"Aww, you need to cum?" You asked condescendingly, to which he nodded abashedly. "And my fingers just aren't doing it anymore, are they? You need something more, huh," you adjusted your hand, fingers reaching just a little deeper now, "something bigger," scissoring the two digits, you felt Yeosang shiver again, "my cock."

Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he nodded vehemently, already getting excited again just at the thought of it. You chuckled at his response, unable to hide your genuine, giddy smile. Luckily, Yeosang couldn't see your facade breaking, too busy willing the blazing hot blush off his face and chest.

"I've really spoiled you, haven't I?" You asked rhetorically, curling your fingers inside of him a few more times before finally sliding out. "You used to get all sensitive and shy whenever you'd ask me to finger you, and look at you now."

Yeosang let out a small sniffle at your words, which quickly turned to a gasp as he finally felt the blunt tip of your strap press up against his clenching hole again.

"Now you're begging me to fuck you with my bigger strap because not even the other one can satisfy you anymore."

Yeosang whimpered as you finally slid back home, hands flying up and around your neck to hold on for dear life as you quickly returned to your original, rough pace.

Noticing he was too distracted by you inside of him to keep stroking himself, you decided to help him out with your free hand, the other holding tightly onto his hip.

Yeosang cried out weakly at the added stimulation, brain starting to fog over from the onslaught of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as you jostled him up on the bed with your thrusts, leaving pretty marks he knew you both would be marveling at in the mirror later.

"...but guess what, Sangie," you suddenly spoke up again, bringing your boyfriend out of his thoughts just as his mind was starting to get a little too hazy.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he dared his voice to answer, "w-what?"

Yeosang squealed the moment you fully leaned over him, resting your chest against his as you drove your strap right into his g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut at the electrifying feeling and he buried his face into your neck to breathe you in while his legs wrapped around your torso. His hands were still clutching onto you tightly, the tremble in them worsening the closer he got to his long-awaited orgasm of the night.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thank you so much for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

[amourtoken]

a thought: cnc primal as fuck noah

maybe u went on a cute little walk by yourself through the forest… but it ends with him ‘stumbling across you’ on your walk and chasing you through the forest until he catches you, throws you on the ground or against a tree and then absolutely fucking destroys you w his cock 😌

(he obviously has the mask on btw)

((help it’s 7am why am i like this))

Ive been thinking abt this for fucking days bc holy shit???? I love him???? Sorry if I got carried away w this one I intended for it to be short and it is not bc the worms in my brain took over 😌

He's bigger, much stronger and way faster than you. It's honestly cute that you really thought you had a chance at outrunning him In the first place which is why he agreed to the scene anyway.

You'd nearly begged for him to give in and participate in this new kink of yours and he's happy to but he's gonna do it in his own way. He probably waits a few weeks just so it's not as fresh in your mind to actually set the whole thing in motion.

He kept up with your schedule for a while, he wanted to catch you at your most off guard moment possible and he was sure he found that when you were out for a walk like usual these past few days since the weather had taken a nicer turn. You'd pretty much forgotten your whole agreement with Noah by now so that's why it was such a shock when you were literally lifted off your feet with a hand over your mouth.

You probably would've heard the extra footsteps behind you if you hadn't had headphones in but he knew you weren't the most spatially aware person alive and that helps in this situation (he's gonna give you a whole lecture about being more careful once this is over, trust.)

You tried your best to squirm in his hold but you really weren't making much progress, especially when your face was pressed up against the rough surface of a nearby tree so Noah could drag your athletic shorts down your legs. His free hand held your arms behind your back and pressed you firmly against the tree, you were fighting for your life but it took him essentially no effort to keep you still, pathetic on your part but it's not your fault he's so strong.

He nudged your legs further apart with one of his and really couldn't help but admire you for a moment. Even in a harsh scene you're still the prettiest person alive to him but he has a goal here. You whined when you felt him brush the tip of his cock against your pussy, aside from the fact you had no prep at all you were on a trail where literally anyone could pass by at any time and it made your knees even weaker.

"Really? Dripping for me and I haven't even touched you. You're supposed to be scared of me, yknow?"

"Need dick so bad you'll just let anyone fuck you raw anywhere? Such a slut."

"Such a dumb little whore, you should really be more careful out here. Maybe this'll teach you, yeah?"

Noah's hand over your mouth barely muffled the sounds that fell from your lips when he actually filled you up, you almost forgot you were supposed to be playing along. The stretch of his cock always left a pleasant ache, it felt like he radiated through your entire body. The rough texture of the tree in front of you was making your eyes water while he held you against it, every thrust pushing you forward. At this point you didn't even mind, the feeling of him brushing your cervix was fogging up your brain anyway.

"gonna fuckin' cum- ah- gonna fill this pretty pussy up- tell me you fucking want it, wanna hear you beg for it-"

he always gets so talkative when he's near his end, again he nearly forgets he's supposed to be playing along as well. The hand over your mouth moves to your throat, making your voice hoarse as you follow his request of begging him to cum inside you. He was squeezing tight enough to make little black spots flit around the corners of your vision and it only got worse when he slid a hand between your legs to force you to your end as well.

It didn't take very long to have you teary eyed and shaking as you came undone on his dick, and he followed shortly after. He didn't linger, pulling out of you and sticking around just long enough to watch his cum drip down your legs before disappearing down the trail again. You were left half naked and trembling, heart still racing while you tried to re dress before anyone could see you.

(If I were more awake I could rewrite this to be rougher so expect to see a pt. 2 shortly)

[hurthermore]

Haaiii i wanted to come here to express how much i love A Misconduct of Love, bbygrl had me reading until 2am when i had work at 10 today 😭😭😭 i work at a library and im pretty much in the computer lab the entire day (which is exactly where i want to be because i have sweet F-A to do in here, so you're fic has taken me🩷🩷🩷) literally sitting at my little desk, kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading Alastor fawn over Reader even if his intentions are slightly ill-intended AKSHSODJWI only slightly, but I support Alastor's wrongs 🩷🩷🩷 i dont know if you listen to Will Wood at all, but I was listening to his song Vampire Reference in A Minor Key, all the while conducting my own little delusion of your Alastor having this push-pull relationship with Reader. Where its already established how crazy they are for each other, but Reader has yet to leave her vile husband (its the roaring 20's, so it's not like she's really in a place to divorce him anyway, unforch, but that does make their affair all the more enticing) (also im totally and entirely disregarding NY in this scenario btw, lemme be delusional xoxo) and I can see Reader like. Drugging her husband every night to make him drowsy and crash before he can force her into anything. Then she sneaks off into the night where she finds herself at Alastor's doorstep, and he welcomes her with open arms. Being the gentleman he is, he'll encourage her to share her feelings, how her day has been, what that disgusting husband of hers has been up to and more importantly, did he hurt her today? Is she okay? If shes harmed, he'll do his best to take care of her, console her before leading her into a soft and slow, passionate kiss. One that Reader's been desperately craving and she reaches out to hold his face. He's pulling her in and leaning her back into the couch until he's hovering over her. They're groping each other and Reader, desperate to be loved in a way thats meaningful, reaches for Alastor's collar first. Her fingers are clumsy but determined as shes releasing the buttons on his waistcoat. This certainly isnt the first time this has happened, but Alastor remains pleasantly surprised everytime she initiates first, but that doesnt mean he'll giving her the satisfaction of pleasuring him first. No matter what, its always his utmost duty to treat her until shes had her fill - until shes begging for him to finally be inside her, and god knows he could never deny her. With Alastor, she wants it all. She wants his everything and anything he is willing to provide her. Dare she say, she wouldnt even mind if she ended up pregnant with Alastor's child (i have a breeding kink IRL, and I strongly believe, after falling into bed with Alastor so many times, she'd develop her own breeding kink with him as well) 🩷 they'd become addicted to each other, and it'd be even sexier if she did end up pregnant by Alastor, falsely allowing her husband to believe its his child until both Reader and Alastor reel up and incenerate his ass together 🩷 (burn his ass alive in that horrible, awful house shes been forced to live in for the last year. And listen tearfully as Alastor begs her, genuinely and tearfully begs her to come live with him. Be his wife and let him love her the way she deserves to be loved. And they can be happy together, they can build a beautiful life together with their little one. He genuinely cannot live another day without her, and she feels the same🩷)

.....sorry for writing essentially my own fanfic of *your* fanfic in your inbox, you can delete this if you want!! You have me romanticising at my job today, trust that I will be thinking about Alastor and Reader for the rest of my afternoon xoxoxo ilu 🩷✨️

AHHH TYSM FOR ENJOYING MISCONDUCT!! I also LOVE this so much, unfortunately it’s not where I plan to take misconduct sorry.

But don’t apologise for writing this! I loved it and I kinda wished more people would write things like this for misconduct it makes me so happy sksks

Ty for taking your time to not only read misconduct but write all of this! I’m working hard to try to finish the next chapter!! 👉👈

[anchoeritic]

omg, well now we need to explore the mommy milkers situation <3

how would tonowari/jake/quaritch breastfeed or react to lactation? i feel like each would have their own flavour of response, yk? 🥺💦

also oML i need to req and askbox u more often bby. i <3 ur writing style lowkey i forget and then get re-delighted lmao

time for some mommy milkers !!!

i see TONOWARI as the type to come back from a heavy hunting day and just immediately fall in your arms. he’s a tough man. toughest man to crack, i’ll tell ya that. as capable as he is, he will always melt in your presence. he’s a commander in chief. there’s a reason why he’s always so strict.

i most likely see it during the aftercare portion, though. a long restless session of some soft reassuring sex, the night ends on a lighter note: his lips wrapped around your nipple, just sucking on it.

he definitely makes noises when he finally tastes your milk, a given reminder of how sweet it really is when it hits his tastebuds.

he makes sure to include the other one too (🥹😵‍💫) and uses his fingers to twist it around a bit, sometimes drawing out a bit of milk. he never wastes a drop, though.

JAKE would be the first to fucking do it. he’s a whore. but a lil softie whore. he wants to be close with you 24/7, literally never gets off of you until he’s SHOVED.

it started off with tiny gropes at your boobs, sneaking touches in that paaaarticular area. then, well, he would grow more comfortable with the idea; going from kissing all around your chest to, specifically your titty region. he’s doing all this while he’s caressing your tummy, btw.

honestly, he does it for the first time during a bit at the end of your pregnancy, and falls in LOVE. the thought of being cared for in a way and taken care of kinda lit something up in him. being held by his mate and being as close as he can be,, oh,, he was not about to give this UP.

“tastes so good, mama.” he would tell you between sucks, savouring the taste of your milk. “‘s sweet, just like you.”

QUARITCH doesn’t get it at first soooo he doesn’t really hop on the wave until a little later on bcs he’s a LOOOOSER! a hot loser but that’s besides the point.

he knew about the kink prior to you even being impregnated by him. he definitely watched a video on pornhub before he started crackin’ on pandora and falling in love with you.

it’s so funny to imagine quaritch being so comfy with you to the point where he’s sucking the milky out your titty. he absolutely would thooooough. especially during sex!!!!!!

fucking you slow and deep, making sure you’re watching him slip in and out of your pussy through the small mirror since you can’t see from the angle of your swelled up belly.

he comes leaning down and grabbing at your tit, swirling his tongue around your nipple softly. a single drop of your milk had already won him over. you’d known it after you heard his first moan from just the taste.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he’d mumble against your skin, “needa taste ya again. i can’t get enough of ya.” squeezing the rest of the milk out your titties, drinking up every last drop.

pls i’m literally having my fangirl moment:!,!&: don’t eveeeNnnnNnn..!!. i’m such a huge fan of your content. i’m literally your biggest fan bye. i love u.

[rinneverse]

Just cause I know you wanna and it’ll make you go a little feral~

Raichi for A , D, K , and W <33

when i get my hands on u jelli... trust u will be dealt with. (smooches u)

a part of my 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] RAICHI JINGO + A, D, K, & W!

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw anal, dacryphilia+dumbification, size kink mention, fem!reader

— a ; aftercare!

raichi knows he can get incredibly rough and heated in the moment, so he's always absolutely sure to make sure you're taken care of after things are all said and done. need a bath drawn? he's on it. craving a snack? he's got it, don't you worry your pretty little head about it. for someone so brash, you bring out a softer side of him that he wasn't aware of before.

— d ; dirty secret!

i think... i think that raichi would probably be reluctant to admit but, but he reaaalllyyy wants to try anal. like. he just strikes me as the type who would want to try it at least once. especially if you still have your anal virginity—he's drooling over taking it for himself.

— k ; kink(s)!

i think he's soooo into there being a size/power difference between the two of you. he's a large guy with endless stamina, so having a soft and lil' gf who he can just? manhandle freely???? lord have mercy. loves the chase, loves pinning you down and pounding you into the bed, loves reducing you to a babbling mess. i think he'd like making you cry out of pleasure too. loves when you sob out "s' too big, jingo! i can't!," it goes straight to his ego n makes his dick throb. i think he prefers prone bone and full nelson btw. no one asked. but i just thought to put that out there. : )

— w ; wild card!

in the beginning of your relationship, i think he would be.. so afraid. to be rough with you. you just seem so fragile compared to him, who's all hard lines and muscle, so it takes a little bit of convincing for him to really let go. when you get there, though... whew. you'll be sore for days. it's become natural for raichi to just.. carry you wherever you want to go in your home.

can u guys tell i love raichi alot? he's my little blorbo. im so in love with him

[littledollll]

Hi, I love your writing so much!

Could you write something with Lucifer x fem!reader where shes really nervous to have sex with them bc she’s insecure about her small chest?? With some really fluffy smut??

Thank you so very much!

Absolute perfection

Lucifer x shy!fem!reader

A/n: ya boy is struggling with smut but you know I had to write this. Soft soft Lucifer for the soul.

Similar request: “Can I request a fic where Lucifer and f!reader have been together for sometime but never made love because R is scared that if Lucifer sees her naked that they wouldn't want her anymore. And one night when they're cuddling in bed R tells them her worries and it turns into cute little smut full of praise and Lucifer reassuring R that she's gorgeous? Hopefully this all makes sense since it's my first time requesting a fic<3” -✨anon (I think I have two of these btw pls confirm-)

Warnings: pretty vanilla, fingering, nipple play, kinda corruption kink, body worship, praise, body insecurities, shy reader

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep with Lucifer. In all honesty you felt insecure. Of course you wanted to, the way they handled you, their sweet voice, everything about them made you undeniably more wanting of them. To imagine a being who’s been alive for eons, who has probably been with millions of experienced, beautiful lovers, wanted you. And you felt like your body, more specifically your breast’s wouldn’t be up to their standard? Expectations?

You didn’t even know what exactly you were worried about but, it didn’t change the fact that you felt like maybe you wouldn’t be good enough for them. The thought of finally being intimate with them made your heart race in many many ways, but besides the lust you had for them you were anxious, scared.

Lucifer could see it, feel it. How your heart raced, how it was desire accompanied by something else, something negative. They didn’t want this to be uncomfortable for you, nor something you weren’t quite ready for but you seemed persistent on allowing them to continue each time they asked.

“Thank you for trusting me with you body, with your needs and pleasure. I’ll take care of you my darling.” Your mind ran rampant, what would they think? Would they find you unattractive? Refuse to touch you any further? But you wanted this. You wanted their touch so badly. It didn’t help that you were so comfortably pressed against them, cuddled into their warmth, so safely hidden from the world as their gentle hands trailed your body.

They noticed you take a particularly deep breath as their hands snuck under your shirt, making them stop and check in on you once again. “Sweet girl, you have to tell me what’s bothering you. I can’t, in good conscience continuing knowing that there’s something wrong.”

You felt stupid for being so nervous about it, they were already being so sweet and caring. “I um-“ you could feel the blush creeping up on you and you hid your face, making them chuckle as they shifted to be above you, and move your hands away to cup your face. “What’s got you so nervous, sweet one?”

“I want this, I want you. But I’m scared, I just feel like my body isn’t what you’re used to. I’m- small, my chest I mean and I can’t help but compare myself to any of your past lovers. Maybe I won’t be good enough..” You were quieter in that last part. Lucifer hummed, trailing down to the bottom of your shirt where their hand rested. “Oh but I know you are, pretty girl.” They looked back at your flustered face, silently asking for permission, you gave them a shy nod.

“I adore every part of you. Nothing has to happen if you aren’t ready, and you need not worry about how I will feel about your body.” Their second hand moved down to help you undress. First your skirt was taken off and Lucifer’s hands smoothed over your thighs and up to your waist. Then came your shirt, and their trailed every inch of skin they revealed with an open mouthed kiss as they pulled it off you. “I already love every inch.”

“Would you feel more comfortable keeping this on my darling?” They toyed with the material of your bra which was immediately torn off after you shook your head, making you yelp and blush even harder. “So shy.. such a pretty thing…” you could feel their hands everywhere. Smoothing over your thighs and stomach, trailing to your chest and neck.

Teasing touches making you whine, needy, with you initial fear completely forgotten as you just wanted to feel more of them. They shushed you as they laid kisses across your chest. “Absolutely perfect. How could you be so afraid with this perfection is what you were hiding under all your clothes..”

Their hands cupped your breasts, followed by a soft squeeze and their thumb circling your nipples making you moan. You did not know one could be so sensitive there. Nipples in between their fingers as they toyed with the stiff bud, you moan as they pinch and squeeze them.

One hand railing down your body and running their fingers through your soaked folds. “Enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” nodding maybe a little too fast, you whimpered when you felt their tongue running over the sensitive bud.

“Aches, Luci...” They smiled against you, pulling back to search your face. “Mhm? Where does it feel achey, sweet one. Show me.” Shyly, your hands met your nipples as you rolled them between your fingers, eyes screwing shut with a whine. “Such a good girl for me.” They hummed in approval as one hand trailed down to meet their own between your legs.

“How do you fix it, pretty?” You whined yet again, hips bucking against their hand. “Do you need my help, my beautiful girl?” you mumbled out a quiet “please” and they did not have the heart to continue teasing you. Perhaps another day.

They started with one finger, circling your aching clit and then two pounding into you. You were a needy mess beneath them and Lucifer was enjoying every second of it.

They allowed you to grind against the palm of their hand and our moans grew louder and louder, you said their name through a gasp as your body squirmed against them, what a beautiful sound.

“Let go for me, pretty one.” Back arching when they once again began twisting and pinching your nipples and you practically squealed, gushing around their fingers.

You felt so light as they trailed your body with kisses, soft lips covering every inch of your skin followed by your satisfied sighs. Sweet praises being whispered between each kiss. “How do you feel, my darling?” They whispered against your chest, before placing a gentle kiss on each of your sensitive nipples.

With a shy giggle you hid your face, “good- really good.” You breathed out, enjoying the softness of their touch. “Look at me.” They demanded. Lucifer looked absolutely ethereal above you, a reassuring smile on their face calming the little nerves that were spiking again.

“You are absolute perfection. Your shy little self and beautiful body, everything about you.” They leaned down right against your lips and it took everything you had not to spring up and meet their own. “I could spend hours worshiping every inch of you.”

Fuck it. You gave into those urges, grabbing the back of their neck and pulling them towards you for that kiss you so desperately craved, and in a minute of confidence you spoke up. “Let me worship you instead.”

You could see the amusement light up Lucifer’s face at your sudden forwardness. “Perhaps we can arrange that.”

You could see the amusement light up Lucifer’s face at your sudden forwardness. “Perhaps we can arrange that.”

[visceravalentines]

Murph Connors NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

there are exactly 4 Murph gifs so you get these guys instead. it's symbolic <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Murph is the biggest snuggle bug. Just wants to hold you and be held. Showers you with little kisses and caresses and nestles your head under his chin. The man's heart is attached to his dick and he's a little bit in love with you right now.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Real proud of his physique. He is a gym bro and he works hard for those gains. He's all about his upper body and abs, all those important surfing muscles. Tell him he's strong, compliment his gains, he'll light up and flex for you. He doesn't even mean to do it, it just happens on reflex.

When it comes to his partner, he likes the soft things. Thighs, breasts, tummy, ass. Whether you're thick or thin he likes the parts of you he can really get his hands on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Thinks swallowing is the hottest thing on the planet. If you let him cum in your mouth he'll buy you flowers. Also, btw, this man is bisexual as hell and when he's giving head you bet he swallows. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Super into pet play. Never ever will bring this up unless asked point-blank. If you put a collar on this man and tell him he's a good dog whoops he came already.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a fair amount of experience under his belt but not as much as you'd think. He is very good at making sure his partner is taken care of and has a few tricks up his (very tight) sleeves to rile you up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

All of them. Are you having sex with him? Awesome. You wanna take him for a ride? Climb right on up. You want him to fold you like a paper airplane? He would love to do that for you. You want to fold him like a paper airplane?  Say less, baby.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not goofy on purpose, he’s just kind of a goofball by nature.  He’s being very sincere actually.  When he says “this is the best moment of my fucking life” while you’re sucking him off, he means it 100%.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Fuzzy boy. Full fucking bush bby. California blonde from his head to his toes. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Murph is, shall we say, a very clumsy romantic. He's not so much sweeping you off your feet as he is throwing you over his shoulder. He says the sweetest things but they're not exactly poetry, e.g. “you feel fucking incredible, you're a fucking dream, fuck,” etc. If you've been together for a minute he'll hug you tight and tell you he really likes you because it's true and he does. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Absolutely thinks about you while he's jerking off. Uses your nudes for inspiration. Probably texts you about it before, during, and after. He really prefers getting off with a partner, but sometimes u just gotta get that nut.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh my god edge this man. Be so mean to him, deny him all day, just don't ruin his orgasm or he'll never forgive you. Do literally anything to his nipples and he's a puddle with an erection. Loves to be bitten and sucked on. Leave him little love marks he can look at later and it'll make his day every time he sees them. Praise the fuck out of him, it gives him a boner in his heart. 💕

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tbh?? Bed. He loves bed. Bed has everything you need. Would he accept couch? Yes, couch is good too. Kitchen? Why the fuck not? Not car. He can't get comfortable in a car. Kinda shy about public places but he thinks it's so hot you want him that bad and if you pull him into the bar bathroom or a dressing room he's not going to say no.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any amount of interest shown in him at all. If you are soft and needy, he is tripping over himself to please you. Push him up against a wall and he's immediately yours. Send him nudes and flirty texts, he will be so stoked you're thinking of him.  So stoked he can’t stand up for a minute. PDA??  Oh man.  Touch him under the table at a restaurant and he is going to be pent the fuck up until you get him home. Absolutely loves when you assert your claim on him in some way publicly, taking his hand, arm around his waist, standing beside his chair and pulling his head against your hip. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not one for degradation, giving or receiving. Prefers pleasure to pain for the most part; your standard biting, scratching, and spanking are fair game.  Not much for group sex or threesomes.  He's pretty down to try anything once if you want, doesn't have a lot of hard limits. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both giving and receiving for different reasons.  Uses giving as a way to warm up his partner and gets himself all hot and bothered in the process because he just really is having a good time. Gives sloppy fucking head. Enjoys receiving bc he’s a simple man and he likes having his dick sucked, duh.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Murph gets worked up pretty quickly but he’s hung like a horse, which means he usually has to take it slow for his partner’s sake.  He is so very good at being patient.  Plus, once he’s in the moment, he doesn’t want it to end.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You want to have sex with him right now??  Right now?  Pants are off.  Expect him to be really clingy afterwards though, and maybe don’t leave right after or he’ll be sad.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He kinda sticks to his comfort zone when left to his own devices.  He’s not the one to bring a new idea to the bedroom.  But he’s extremely receptive to whatever you have in mind.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Clear your schedule. He's in great shape, he's down to switch it up so things don't get repetitive or chafey, and he would love nothing more than to spend the whole night with you (and the day, and the next night).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nothing fancy, but he has a couple cock sleeves he likes that he'd be happy to use on a partner with a penis. If you've got something you like that you want to use on him or have him use on you, he's totally down to try it out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll try, but he's not great at teasing because he just wants to give you what you want. Why would he deprive you?? You're so hot. :( 

However…you can tease him until he's blue in the balls face. He'll whine and complain but he loves it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Buy the neighbors earplugs. Murph does not hold back nor does he know how to nor does he care. Full-throated moans and whines and whimpers. Vocal sighs like all the tension in the world has been siphoned from his body. Begging, pleading, bargaining. Grunts, growls, a truly juvenile amount of the word fuck. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Looooves when he gets to cum inside you. It's not even a breeding kink thing, he just is thrilled you'd let him do that. If his partner can't or doesn't want to adjust to his size he has to make do with other avenues, which is fine, but he just really likes being inside you if you'll let him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big man. Thiccc. He's what you'd call a seven by seven…seven inch girth, seven inch length. Circumcised. Curly curly blonde bush. Usually hangs to the left. 

As for the rest of his body, he's pretty fucking fit. Bulkier in the shoulders, arms, and chest, slim in the waist. Ass that won't quit. He's very tan bc he's always in the sun. Has a handful of tattoos including a shark on his left hip and a sun and moon on his calves.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Murph is always just a little bit horny and ready to be hornier. It's like a soothing white noise in the back of his mind. He's just bopping along until you drop him a hint and then he is ready. Sometimes he gets real needy though, and he can't focus on anything, and he'll do literally anything you want if you'll just get him off right now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't fall right to sleep, but he'll get cozy and cuddly and won't want to leave the bed again. And you better believe he's up before you are, already went for a run, and is making you breakfast.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Okay bestie hear me out ….. I’m literally a genius btw okay so I been thinking and like hear me out (this is a long one I’m so sorry I’m in dumb horny himbo mode rn)

Steve rogers landed a brand deal with Coke with special edition red white and blue cans with a picture of him on the front each label with 4 or 5 different versions of the same label just him in different poses. After the events of endgame when getting his affairs in order so he can properly retire the title of captain America and give it to Sam , his brand deal is something that needs to be taken care of. New contracts are signed and old ones are reviewed and with little difficulty he’s able to prematurely end his contract. The problem is there’s a warehouse filled with Steve’s captain America branded coke products. And as efforts not to waste any when liquidating Steve gets sent a pretty large portion of the overstock, As in a giant pallet shows up and his and Bucky’s front door each month for like 6 months filled with glass bottles, plastic bottles , cans , etc.. The problem is as a result of not having sweets for a pretty damn long time Bucky is addicted to sugar so when Steve comes home from one of his last few trips to tie up loose ends making his retirement official. And sees Bucky in their bedroom through the crack of the door soda cans flooding both nightstands and in the center of the bed is Bucky swollen mumbling to himself he’s gonna pop while still drinking more soda pitching a tent while doing so and …. Anyways I’m sure you could probably take that and run with it and write much better than I could but I’m just a whore for soda bloated Bucky and Steve being sensitive to words like pop, burst , explode (obv not in a literal sense just more as vocal additives)

I CAN HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR.

JESUS CHRIST.

This. I love this. This hits so many spots. Just, yes.

It starts basically as soon as Bucky is back in the future and is at least a little bit of himself - it being the incessant munching on candy. Bucky had a sweet tooth back in the day, too, but of all the things HYDRA did to him, they also must’ve done something to mess with his taste buds because his sweet tooth is unsatiable now. He preferred sweets before, but now he’s obsessed with sweets. Candy. Ice cream. Soda pop. Pastries. Even sweet dishes of real, not fake snacks or desserts, like orange chicken or teriyaki flavored… anything, really.

If it’s sweet, he’ll eat it.

It’s a conversation Steve and Bucky have had too many times where Steve watches Bucky snack on sugar after dinner before bed until his own stomach is turning; he doesn’t understand how Bucky can deal with that much sweetness-

"You're gonna rot your teeth, Buck," Steve tells him.

The light of the TV flickers over Bucky’s (admittedly softer, softer than he was in Romania) frame. He’s clothed in his pajamas, nice and relaxed. "Nn, 'm not!" Bucky says around a mouthful of sticky toffy, "'m'uh supersoldier-" he mumbles as if Steve could forget "-my teeth can't rot!"

“I don’t know… you might be pushing it, Buck,” Steve says, giving him shit because it’s their nature. Not because he really means it. He doesn’t actually want Bucky to stop eating sweets. Bucky deserves to have whatever the hell he wants. Steve is more than weak for his boyfriend. Still. It’s a lot.

And still… he might rot his teeth. You never know. Stranger things have happened in their lives.

Bucky just shrugs and moves his metal arm from where it was laying across his soft middle to pick at the toffy now stuck between his teeth.

Steve sighs, pretending to be put out.

Warning for stucky belly kink, obviously. Also, including bloating, dirty talk about popping/bursting without it actually happening, etc.

That’s as far as that conversation ever gets with Steve teasing Bucky for his sugar addiction, though. Nothing much comes of it until… the closer Steve gets to really, actually being retired the more and more Bucky is having sweets (and the softer he’s getting (which Steve doesn’t mind, not at all)). Now it’s the same amount of candy plus more of the fucking soda that Steve wishes he never let Tony talk him into. The money goes to good causes, Steve’s seen the contracts with his own eyes, but it never gets easier to see himself in full uniform across the side of a Coke can. A propaganda pawn. Again. At least it’s for a good cause this time. Charity money.

Although, as he moves over toward total retirement, Coke is trying to get rid of the outdated cans. Steve is sure customers wouldn’t mind having the “old” Cap on their bottles for a little longer, but still, he’ll take it. Whatever he can do to help the world welcome Sam. It’s a good thing. He isn’t Cap anymore. Sam is. And you know what…

Steve should convince Sam to do it.

That’d be funny.

Steve shakes his head, pulling himself out of the idea of pranking Sam to spot the latest pallet of soda they’ve been delivered out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t turn to look at it. He wants to go inside. He does not want to inspect the pallet to see how much soda pop they have left still. More than they’ll ever drink. Correction. Way more than Steve will ever drink because Bucky is a whole different beast. Bucky’s sweet tooth is a whole different beast.

Steve walks through the front door without looking back.

“Buck?” Steve calls into their seemingly empty home. It’s early evening. Bucky surely hasn’t gone to bed yet. Could he have? Steve walks farther into their dim house, through the extry way, and into the living room. He stops in his tracks.

Huh.

There’s a good amount of those stupid Captain America Coke cans and bottles littering the coffee table. And by a good amount, Steve means there’s enough of them to cover the whole surface. The whole coffee table. Some of them are standing upright in neat rows and others have clearly fallen over, causing chaos in the same way dominos do. The coffee table is a sea of soda containers. Plus, there are even more bottles and cans lying empty and abandoned on the floor. And there are even more bottles and cans on the couch. Some of the bottles are glass and some are plastic; some are individual bottles and a few are 2-liter sharing-sized bottles. There are aluminum cans everywhere, too.

All of the containers are empty. Together, they would have - when full - held more than enough pop for anyone, no matter the side of the person’s sweet tooth.

Steve raises an eyebrow. It’s a lot.

He steps forward a little and ends up kicking a can. It crashes into more cans and bottles a few inches away.

Jesus.

It’s. a. lot. of. soda.

The amount of which only cumulatively grows as Steve follows the trail of glass bottles and plastic bottles and aluminum cans. They lead out from the living room toward the bedroom like a strange, gluttonous trail of rose petals.

With every new can or bottle or whatever fucking container, Steve’s heart races faster in his chest, and his imagination does another and another backflip. What is going to be waiting for him at the end of this trail? He almost can’t imagine it. There’s too much to imagine. Too much soda.

Before Steve even walks through the crack between the bedroom door and the doorframe, he knows Bucky is inside. He doesn’t see him - he hears him. From within the bedroom, Bucky releases a loud, deep burp that ends in a moan. The moan is so pleased and satisfied sounding with just the hint of too-much, too-good agony that Steve feels himself chub up in his pants. He knows that sound. He’s heard it plenty; he’s caused it plenty. Heat rises to his cheeks.

Before he slips through the crack in the door, Steve pauses to really imagine what Bucky will look like. Looking at the discarded bottles and cans all around his feet… it feels like there’s enough soda gone missing to fill a bathtub or more. Maybe even a bathtub and a few kiddie pools. Steve knows Bucky’s body well. Soft and plush. His fingers twitch just thinking about touching his padded frame. Luscious with sweet fat. The serum has done its best to keep him from getting stretch marks, but a few have slipped through… on his chubby belly and hips. The image of what Bucky’s body might look like after having so much soda poured into it… it’s too much for Steve. Heat hits him over the back of the head. What is waiting for him? What does he look like? How many more empty bottles are littering their bedroom?

Fuck.

Steve’s dick twitches.

How many more full bottles are in their bedroom?

Steve trembles in place when the sounds of Bucky’s gulping finally filters back into his ears. Getting past the thundering arousal in his head.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Uurp. Ah!

The sound of his chugging and ending belch and satisfied gasp assaults Steve. Jesus.

It gets better, though.

Impossibly, it gets better.

Steve’s still standing outside their bedroom when Bucky must finish his latest bottle, tossing it aside only for it to knock into other bottles and cans, tumbling against each other with that all too recognizable sound of empty plastic and aluminum colliding.

Steve can’t stand it.

He barges into the room as fast as he can.

And there he is.

There he is.

Bucky is lying back in a careless, completely indulgent fashion. He’s reclined against a pile of pillows, with pure pleasure written across his face - his expression is dopey enough that it looks like he’s been chugging beers rather than sodas. Like he’s managed to get himself drunk. He probably is drunk, Steve realizes, all that sugar making him go out of his mind. Bucky doesn’t react to Steve at first. He just keeps lying there. His eyes are so heavily lidded that they are barely, barely open at all. He’s not paying enough attention to see what’s in front of him. All he cares about is touching himself and grabbing another. His flesh and blood hand is rubbing his impossibly round gut. It sticks out in front of him like a cartoon. It doesn’t look real. It’s so round. It’s a fucking done. The few stretch marks on his sides are stretched taut and they look angry with how red they are. He looks like he might pop if he isn’t careful - Steve whimpers at his own thought. Bucky doesn’t pay him any mind. He keeps rubbing himself, letting out all these sounds. Sighs. Moans. More burps. And over it all, those sounds of pleasure, Steve swears he can hear the sound of all that pop fizzing inside him from the other side of the room. All that carbonation must be so bubbly and sloshy inside him - if he’s even got any of it left inside of him, when Bucky burps again Steve considers how long he’s been at this and how much he’s clearly making room for more… it’s probably all gone flat in there. That huge gut. How else would he have fit so much inside him?

Steve shivers.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s other hand is not rubbing his gut (even though it looks like he could use another hand), his metal hand is blindly feeling around for more.

More soda.

He finds more. This bottle is a 2-liter. He cracks it open and starts chugging like it’s nothing, like he’s still thirsty, and Steve moans in tandem with him. Bucky’s moan is muffled by the flow of soda going down his throat. So it’s mostly Steve’s sound in the quiet room. His moan gets Bucky’s attention. He can tell from the way he blossoms - he knows he’s being watched now and he’s putting on a fucking show. Always a slut for showing off. He doesn’t just keep rubbing his swelling gut, he caresses it now. Plus, he squirms a little, trying to arch his back and spread his legs, but it doesn’t do anything for him - his belly is so heavy that his back is already as arched as it can be, pulled forward by the weight. And his legs can’t get any farther apart, they were already making all the room possible for his swollen gut. His body is already doing everything it can to make sure Bucky can get more inside him.

More. More. More.

Steve is pulled like a magnet to Bucky. He makes it through the litter around their bed and crawls up onto the mattress. Before he’s even touching Bucky, he can feel the heat coming off of him. His poor skin is so red. He’s so sweaty. He’s so full. He’s trembling and clearly can’t stop it. It’s pushed his limits. He’s really fucking pushed his limits. And he’s still pushing. Still gulping. Still swelling. Fucking Christ. It makes Steve so hard. The gluttony. The need he has to get everything he can. Pure greed.

It’s impossibly fucking hot.

And it just gets hotter when Bucky is done.

His moan is almost a wail when he finally, finally is done, and he drops the bottle. He must be so full. He looks so full. Overfull. His lips are wet with drool and some overflowed pop, dripping down his fat chin. His pink, pink tongue laps at the mess, trying to clean himself up a little as he pants heavily. It doesn’t work. He’s still a mess. He can’t catch his breath. Steve can hear it. He can hear the way his body is fighting to keep all of that sweet, sugary liquid inside him, sloshing and bubbling and gurgling, and he can hear how much Bucky’s lung capacity has been reduced. His gut is taking up all the space in his body and stretching his body even bigger. So. full.

“‘M gonna-” Bucky heaves in a breath between his whimpered words, sweating “-pop.”

Steve’s hands shake violently where they hover over the bright red, hot skin of his globe-shaped gut. Steve wants to touch him more than anything. But he can’t. He can’t. Bucky is too much.

Steve whimpers, too.

“I…” Bucky struggles, rocking just a little bit from side to side, his heavy, full body wobbling. God. He looks massive. Like he’s trying to turn himself into a sphere and has gotten impressively close. “I really…” he whines, “ohhh, I really think ‘m gonna burst,” Bucky forces out, barely able to breathe, let alone talk. He’s so full. He moans. “F-full. Shit. I’m s’full.”

“Weren’t you full like a fucking hour ago?” Steve’s mouth is dry, staring at him. Vibrating in place.

He can’t take this.

He lays a hand on that gut.

Then, immediately follows the first with his second hand.

It-

It feels like heaven.

Steve can feel Bucky’s poor, poor, stretched abs trying to keep his body together. Twitching. He can feel the soda pop too - fizzing inside him. He’s feverish and glistening with sweat.

He’s overworked.

“Oh, oh, ohh,” Bucky moans with every exhale. His gut sloshes with heavy breaths. Steve can hear and feel it. Bucky’s eyes have rolled to the back of his head. His hands are over the top of Steve’s now, making sure his hands stay pressed to his gut. He can hardly keep himself together, so he needs Steve’s help. “Steeeve,” he whines.

“What-what do you want me to do? I-” Steve pauses, dizzy, “I didn’t inflate you with soda.” Just at the word ‘soda’ Bucky lets go of an agonized but hungry moan. Steve’s dick twitches. “You did, Buck,” Steve insists, pressing just a tiny bit on Bucky’s belly, impossibly tight but still liquid, sloshing around in him.

“Uunnngh,” Bucky makes a needy sound, out of breath.

“You, God, you got yourself so fucking full-”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky moans.

“-That you’re about to…” he can’t say it. There’s something about it. Something about how greedy Bucky has to be to drink so much that he thinks it’s about to be over for him, that Steve can’t give voice to. It turns him on too much to say. God, he’s so hard. He can't think. There are so many other things he can say… swollen. Full. Bloated. Fat. Heavy. Round. Big. Fucking insanely massive… but he can’t. Not that.

It’s a good thing Bucky has no such reservations.

“‘M gonna pop,” he cries out, “I’m, ‘m gonna burst, Stevie. I don’t- I don’t, oh, God, I dunno how I got it all in me. I just-” he whines, “I was just so thirsty. And it tastes so good. I can’t help myself around sugaaar! You shouldn’t’ve left me alone with it! What am I supposed to do but drink it!? Now ‘m gonna explode, oh, God, ohh, fuck ‘m gonna explode... s’ all your fault!”

Steve-

There’s no elegant way to say it.

Steve just comes in his pants. Entirely untouched.

Bucky can’t just say shit like that. That he’s gonna burst. He’s gonna pop. He’s gonna explode. He can’t control himself - he’s too gluttonous, too greedy - and now he’s gotten too big. Too big to handle. Too swollen. Unable to take the pressure inside. Unable to be so full.

So. full.

It’s too much for Steve, he shivers and shakes through his orgasm, whimpering, “you’re so big, s’ tight, gonna fuckin’ explode. You’re so big. You’re gonna pop. Burst. Gonna-” until he’s done.

[derangedthots]

No cause you’re so real dear author. we are in dire need of more omega Jacaerys fics

If only for the duality that it means for Jace: the heir to the Iron Throne being an omega. He is both a leader figure and a mother figure. And screw it Jacaerys of House Targaryen, the First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector Mother of the Realm, Shield of His People …like tell me it does not give cvnt.

Plus in the context of your own CFT universe, having Jace retaining his position as a leader and futur king yet leaning into his omegahood (unlike Aegon the Conqueror who will being an omega decided not to bear children which is not a bad thing at all btw), having children and all … it’s just so juicy.

And lastly I think Jace having to be the perfect eldest daughter brother and perfect heir has to take a tool on him so I quite imagined his omega being kind of like a safe place (you write beautifully btw in your latest chapter of CTF with his inner omega prowling around and opening his eyes when he thinks he can draw blood and/or smells an interesting potential husband).

We need more omega!Jacaerys

i will always have a special fondness in my heart for omega jace🥹 jace having all those titles you mentioned ABSOLUTELY serves cunt it's amazing😌🤭

i know i'm under anonymous for FMF+CTF but i actually don't typically write a/b/o (there's no hard feelings, i simply do other stuff), it's just that i happen to love omegaverse for asoiaf/hotd bc it makes the political intrigue all the more convoluted while also evening out some of the m/f gender dynamics and homophobia. the idea of princess rhaenyra's heir having to deal with being an omega on top of being widely regarded as a bastard is so *screams in gibberish* i could go into a whole spiel abt how it blurs gender roles and heteronormativity while complicating jace's position in westerosi society bc there's so many ways to take it and FMF/CTF is just one way. from what i understand, it also just goes so hand-in-hand with valyrian views on men and women vs. westerosi/andal/first men ones (at least bc rhaenys and visenya were able to exercise so much power despite being women and then all the targ women after them, barring dany, having only a fraction of the same autonomy). omegaverse has a way of complicating the traditional roles/expectations and in a medieval fantasy universe that's so steeped in that kind of limiting ideology, placing a/b/o dynamics into the setting throws a wrench into the system and allows for all kinds of exploration as to the effects. like don't get me wrong, the kinks are so much fun😏😂 but also everything else as well!!

that being said, i'm particularly partial to the idea of jace being an omega in an a/b/o universe bc of multiple reasons but to name a few it's

the fact that he can bear children, and the issues that follow from that, is another similarity btwn him and his mother (#jace as nyra's mini-me 5ever)

allows for ample exploration of how jace would handle 'motherhood' and what it would mean for him (while also getting the perks of being so, so spoiled and taken care of as he deserves)

solves the issue of aemond still gaining immediate proximity to the throne by becoming king consort (while exploring what being a father and patriarch looks like for him after his childhood/relationship to viserys)

also satisfies the fandom's agreed upon consensus that aemond has a breeding kink LMFAO (he's so comedic for me bc i truly believe he doesn't like children much but also would break the record for most kids if jace was amenable)

even if everyone else is against me, i will always be a proponent of omega jace! omega jace rights always!! (pls imagine me with a matching headband, t-shirt, and sign)

also i'm glad you like my writing and thank you for dropping by, dear anon♥️

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

got any demomedic ideas? dynamics, things they do for each other, pet names... can be as swf or nsfw as you want i just want to hear your take on them

Ofc I do!! Gonna recycle some stuff from old posts and try to give u some new stuff lol (yes this does get horny):

They're obviously both very outgoing and, in my opinion, very flirty, but they're both used to their flirting (especially with men LMAO) being taken as a joke, so they're kinda surprised when the other Actually responds genuinely to these advances.

They're big on taking care of each other - I don't actually rlly like the idea that Medic has either some kind of vitriol towards Demo or is like really persistent about "fixing" Demo bc he's an alcoholic (especially cuz I kinda like writing Medic as kind of a mess himself LMAO), but I do think he likes to work him thru it. Demo's been thru a lot of shit canonically and one can choose to write Medic as having gone thru a lot of shit so like. idk I think they can rlly comfort each other in that way. I love stuff where they get trashed together

On a related note, they're both like Into Work, but I think they each know how to keep the other from overworking himself too much (even if it is just a lot of begging and puppydog-eyes and pleaaase come to bed it's soooo cold aha)

I like writing Medic with like a VERY twisted sense of humor n I think Demo should get to take part in that! Refer to this post it's one of my fave ideas w them :)

YES they have sex they have soooo much sex .... Medic tops and Demo bottoms btw

Obviously they're both like Into Science or whatever and even tho it's different kinds of science I think they both lend themselves to each other's experiments and research and stuff. Demo should literally get to stuff a heart inside another heart and fill it with radiation

^ I CAN SEXUALIZE THIS. Medic does funny surgery on Demo while he's hooked up to the medigun and it turns him on to an unbelievable degree. Medic giggling and kicking his feet up with Demo's liver in one hand and his dick in the other

That's like the big kink thing I imagine w them... I don't rlly see Demo going as hard into the D/S power exchange stuff that I'll write with Sniper LMAO. If they do do power stuff it's kinda subversive and not super traditional. I love playing w roles like whether that be gender-wise or sexual or what n I think they should get to do that :)

OH I almost forgot I loooove sizequeen Demo n I like thinking abt like. as part of his sadism Medic getting increasingly larger and larger toys just to see what he can take. Pushing the limits of the human body and recording all the data for science of couuuurse

Also I love monsterfucker Demo soooooo. monster!Medic x regular guy Demo sex au??? Medic is rlly fun to monsterfy he's a good vampire he's a good werewolf he's a good demon he's a good fuckin. Krampus. anything with a big stupid dick and giant teeth and giant claws to fuck Demo's shit up

[anightydragon]

Here are some old sketches of my oc, they're digitigrade but I drew one of them with human legs since the pose was already hard to draw so idk

(The rest of this post is mostly a rant abt me, my identity, my sexuality, horny shit and my sexual preferences btw, it's very much personal but it's anonymous anyway none of y'all know me irl so feel free to read)

They're aroace, like me, except they could in fact, fuck with anyone, not like me, for the simple reason that I can't even get myself to socialize so fuck someone, even less

They also somewhat have a gender identity, which is probably genderfluid which basically mean that depending on the way I draw them, they might look more feminine or masculine and so idk but they're probably like me and just don't give a shit about gender so you can't really misgender them and they don't really have gender dysphoria since they're just whatever.

Same for me, I'm pretty much a girl for anyone around me but I might be somewhat not but since I don't mind being a girl it's not a big deal. I'm somewhat a girl anyway

Idk if they'd fuck only men or maybe women too, like if they're like me, the little romantic attraction I have is more toward women and the little sexual attraction I have is more toward men but since they would fuck with people they aren't sexually attracted to anyway (or only slightly) they'd probably also fuck women (get fucked by women :3)

I feel like their body type would be exactly like mine (I love my body man I'm so pretty) which is aphrodite body type I think, it's kinda similar

They'd probably have no boobs except if it's to get fucked by a women, then they'd have little ones bc I feel like the gayer, the better, I think I'm allergic to straight people.

I feel like I'd be a sub and a bottom with women and probably a switch with men. I'd rather have a dick when I fuck with men and a vag when I fuck with women

Since I already have a vag, I'd very much like better to have a woman as a lover if I ever somehow fall in love one day or have a friend with benefits relationship, and women are overall better

Or even better yet, a trans woman with no bottom surgery so she can fuck me without strap

Or a trans man maybe? Idk but probably not a cis man, no thanks

Oh and also about my kinks huh well huh I really like being taken care of but I'm also sadistic I think

At first I though that I was just reading too much sadistic gay porn (I'm talking about no one in particular ^v^) but then I remembered child me rp-ing torture in animal jam after "trapping" someone in my den and wondering what that weird feeling was and never questioning why I liked it so much (I must have been like 6yo)

Now looking back at it, I'm wondering why I was so fucking weird but I'm worse now

[acre-of-wheat]

So in your fics, does Kit have a safe word and does she ever use it? I feel like her obsession with being good for Jade might make her too willing to do things she doesn't enjoy for Jade's sake, but I also feel like Jade would be aware of that and worry about that a little, so she'd make sure she knows she has to say it if she's not into something.

Also is every time they have sex kinky or do they also engage in sex with no power play?

Love the fics btw, very intense. Even if I'm not usually not the rougher stuff, the emotions and care Jade has for Kit is sweet.

This is such an incredible series of questions-- thank you for asking!

I think they definitely have a safe word, and it was certainly Jade's idea. Kit was probably like, "we don't really need that!" and Jade was like, "baby girl, yes we absolutely do."

I think that kink negotiation can actually be pretty hot to read, so I'm not opposed to writing about some of their discussions and protocols. I do also think that would come with a little bit of angst though, because you're right that I do think that Kit would want to push herself too far and it would be Jade who would be insistent about her checking in, and I think that is a dynamic that's rife for problems until they figure it out.

In fic world, obviously everyone's desires match up perfectly at all times and everyone is down for anything at any given time, so there are certain creative liberties taken. And also, anyone who writes sexy fanfic is telling on themself a little bit-- I wouldn't include something if I didn't think it was hot, and that includes the little moments of fear and shame and anxiety that can pop up during any sex, not just kinky stuff. It's safe to play with in writing.

The way I've written Kit and Jade, I think their power dynamics are always a little present? Certainly not always to the extent that I've written about, but it's what they like-- what makes them feel safe and fulfilled, cared for and trusted. So in my mind Kit is always going to be a little submissive and Jade is always going to enjoy pushing her a little bit. But do they have sweet laughing sex and romantic worshipful sex and everything in between? Of course.

I'm glad you're enjoying the fics so far, even if they're a little out of your comfort zone. Again, I wouldn't include it if I didn't think it was hot, and Jade's absolute love and care for Kit is part of that.