#haha it was ME who sent the anon

[doctorsiren]

little PSA:

I have zero obligations to answer any asks sent in. I have zero obligations to draw something for those asks. There are many that I want to draw things for, and there are many that I just might reply to.

I have around 950 asks in my inbox (i had around 850-ish just last week). This is great, this is cool! I love it when people interact and send in asks!

Yet feeling like I need to respond to all of them, or feeling like I need to do art for them is incredibly draining.

This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t send something in. Please do! I love to read it and I do read every single one!

I am a busy person. I have life, uni, and other work I need to do. So I don’t like feeling like I have an obligation to do something that I know, in reality, I don’t have an obligation to do. I’m not mad or anything. I just wanted to give a little heads up, seeing as my inbox is nearing 1000 unanswered asks. (This is, of course, since I made this blog in 2020)

I love you all and I love all the interactions because it does genuinely bring me joy and this blog and the people who interact are a big place of happiness to me through my days. I thank you for your support and interaction. Just know that I am a person with stuff I gotta do. You get it haha

[mayasdeluca]

3x08 // 6x11

[proshipconfessions]

last month i saw people joking about sasuke and naruto saying that they weren't end game and married woman bacause like some gambling debit idk

and then some random guy was like really really pissed of trying to argue that sasuke is indeed straight and he was like really deep into that and it was actually a little horrifying

in sumary: everyone started mocking this guy saying thats really gay of him trying to defend some FICTIONAL CHARACTERs sexuality

Maybe I’m the ‘friend who’s too woke’ or whatever people are saying right now, but I HATE it SO MUCH when people are like “omggg haha this guy’s violently homophobic and aggressively against queer people. It’s because he’s GAY!!! isn’t that hilarious? the idea of someone being gay? sooo funny!!!”

Like you’re not defending gay people at all.

“But it’s an insult to him, so I’m allowed to say it because he’d find it insulting!!!”

You are showing them that queerness is as much an insult to you as it is to them.

If you said that JK Rowling looked like a trans woman, the underlying insult to her is that you think she looks like a man, AND that you think that trans women look like men. So to her, she would see it as you agreeing with her transphobic opinions. (Kinda weird example, but it’s the first thing that I thought of.)

It’s like when Jason Kelce yelled at that guy for using the f slur… Oh wait, he actually just got mad at the person for implying that Travis (his brother) was gay, and Jason Kelce immediately called the guy who said it the f slur back. That’s not allyship, despite what people on the internet try to tell you.

[pynkhues]

Hi, I'm a little shy to ask/reblog on main, but your last post on Louis and Lestat's sexual dynamic was really interesting and I appreciated the deep dive! I get similar vibes from them, but couldn't articulate it. This is meant in friendly conversation with the last asker, their question was very thoughtful and lead to me questioning my own assumptions:

It always surprises me that strict Top Lestat/Bottom Louis is a common interpretation, because I thought Louis and Lestat being vers was pretty heavily implied in both the show and official social media? Not only because of all the stuff you mentioned, which is more subtle and interpretive, but because I feel the show does quite a lot to imply sexual dynamics between characters. For instance, I thought the line in the show, "you can be on top", literal or not for that particular night, was there to imply....yk, Louis being on top sometimes (though, I suppose it could also be interpreted as Lestat offering Louis a more "masculine" role *at first* so as not to force something on him he wasn't comfortable with). In addition, there was that silly little "bottom of the coffin" thing in AMC lestarter pack :)). 

If anything, I see the show taking pains to imply Louis tops, but never the other way around -- idk if this is on purpose to counter assumptions of Lestat topping. But because Top Lestat is such a common fan interpretation, I'm starting to question if I'm reading too much into the examples above...

Anyway, I know it doesn't necessarily come down to getting a "real answer" to this single question, and it can be more about just discussing the different possibilities and vibes! But I do find it interesting and relevant to their dynamic as a whole -- especially what you said about "push and pull". Thanks for holding up the Bottom Lestat fort with your beautifully written fics!

(x)

Hi! I'm glad it was interesting, anon, and I agree in that I tend to see a lot of moments in the show overall as indicative of Lestat and Louis having a versatile sexual dynamic, and well, dynamic over all, actually, given the balance of power actually shifts a lot between them broadly.

This is going to sound like a sidetrack, but please bear with me, haha, but I do think there's a lot to be said too in how Louis tells his story, which I mentioned in another ask this morning, namely that he's prone to minimising and sanitising his own choices and actions. We see that of course most notably in Lestat's retelling both of Claudia's turning, which Louis admitted to Daniel was closer to the truth than his own version, and the fight that led up to Lestat dropping him / Lestat's act of abusive violence, but we see it all over the place - again, Louis implying he was keeping his sexual urges at bay in 1.01 only to reveal he'd fucked Jonah years earlier in 1.03 and Louis' memory of choosing Claudia freely instead of hurting her and saving Lestat in 1.07 both being pretty big ones.

This isn't to say Louis' a liar - I don't think he is - but memory is a funny creature, and it's normal to want to put yourself in a more flattering light or to push accountability onto others in order to protect yourself from the consequences of your own actions.

In a lot of ways, it makes me think of Lestat saying that it was Louis who said come to me to him instead of the other way around, and I found it so interesting that the post-ep interviews seemed to acknowledge there was a truth to that. I won't be able to find it now, haha, but Sam and Jacob both have said that they talked about it a lot and that they came to the fact that the come to me was coming in both directions and indicative of a sort of mutual yearning and desire for one another.

That's fascinating to me, but also I think is a great reminder that Louis does tend to draw himself in his relationship with Lestat as someone who was being seduced and pulled in, whereas a lot of the visual language of the show itself actually demonstrated that it was mutual. Gosh, just look at the invention of Dreamstat, Louis attacking Claudia for trying to burn Lestat, even earlier - Louis dressing Lestat, bringing Lestat to his home, Louis taking Lestat in his lover's bed in order to drag him home. It's not to say Lestat doesn't do it too - he does - but the point is that it's a lot more mutual than Louis' initially willing to acknowledge or articulate, and I think that a lot of the fandom still tends to take Louis' word as the pursued instead of also the pursuer, the hunted instead of also the hunter, as gospel when the show's telling us in other ways that its not.

And yeah, I do think that can impact the way people view their sexual dynamic, where Louis' passive / a 'housewife' to a husband / someone who receives instead of being someone who's active / a husband to a husband / someone who gives and takes in equal measure. Louis' not in Lestat's crosshairs, they're in each other's, and just personally, that's why I like them

[hecatesbroom]

I watched the Mary Had A Little Lamb ep for the first time in aaages and oh no you guys are right about Dorothy. :( Rose mentions natural birthing classes and Dorothy says she wishes she'd known about that stuff and says all she did was scream at Stan never to touch her again and call him every name in the book, then when Rose asks if it was a rough labor she says it was a rough /conception/. Ugh. I like this episode because it sorta let's Dorothy use her experiences for good to help a kid but that just made me sad.

Ohh shit you're right anon!! I hadn't even really noticed that comment there before but wow, they really didn't even try to sugar-coat it in that scene. It's right there! The way Dorothy talks about that night with Stanley differs so much in her various accounts.

"It was over before I knew we were doing anything" vs calling him every name in the book, yelling at him never to touch her again & "it was rough conception" really paint different pictures, and the way Dorothy talks about it seems to be directly proportionate to the type of conversation they're having (and the mood they're all in). This was a serious conversation, prompted by a very serious occurrence, so there was room to be honest. Whereas most of the time, when Dorothy's first night with Stan is mentioned, it's around cheesecake and the mood is a lot lighter than it was in that scene — and she seems to adjust the tone and contents of her retelling of the event accordingly.

Which- I mean, we all knows Dorothy feels safe around the Girls, but she's very clearly safeguarding that story from them — which speaks volumes about how traumatic it must've been.

But yes!! You're so right about that episode: I love that Dorothy got to use her own experience for good :) I've always been a little disappointed by how little attention they seem to put towards how it all impacts Dorothy (I mean, seeing a young girl go through what was a very formative — and first and foremost: traumatic — experience that set the course for literally the rest of Dorothy's life, must've been very hard!) but I guess there wasn't much time for that. And it fits Dorothy's character in a way, to put the focus on how she can put those past experiences to use, rather than on how they impact her emotionally.

[boyfriendyke]

idk whats worse the idea that my parents genuinely dont believe that mental illness exist or the apparent reality that they Do believe in mental illness they just dont think people need accommodations or medication. is this a joke. taps on the glass let me out of my enclosure

[cinnaminsvga]

zee!!! thoughts on hope?

i always think about pandora's box (or pithos, if you want to be a nerd), how hope was in there with all the other terrible things... famine, war, death, fear... a woman's curiosity birthing all these horrible curses to plague mankind forever... which is so unfair knowing that pandora was created with the sole intent of doing this; it was her fate to release these evil things. cursed with curiosity, the same thing that killed the cat, or whatever.

isn't it strange? that the gods placed hope in that same terrible box, because the gods weren't kind. they didn't place hope in there because they cared about humanity. sometimes hope could be as ugly as the other curses in that box. it's a soothing balm but only temporary; a bandaid on a stab wound. it hurts so much sometimes.

then again, where would we be without it? what can we do, sometimes, when there's only hope? but relying on hope to stand on its two legs alone is rarely the answer... often, miracles need to happen to carry hope to the end.

but hope can also be kindness and love. i see hope in children; it's offering prayers to anyone that can listen to please please please let these children soar, let them rise up but not as icarus did. please allow them a seat at the table, to take a bite of the fruit. let them have full bellies and dreams of creation. hope is in children saying "i have no need for hope for i have what i want." suffer as we might now, but hope needs to prevail so that these horrors are not inherited.

that's why i can't condemn hope. not yet, for when there's still need for it.

[nancydrew-onthecase]

it's a me, Mario... i mean, your boyfriend

LOL now all I'm imaging is

[blorboconfessions]

GOD I wanna corrupt him I want him to RAIL me I fucking WANT him hnnghnh I wish there was literally ANY nsfw of him other than what I've made. I should make more of him...

-🤡

.

[sunnydayaoe]

blocked oen person who made me nuasious to think or see in my notes... I feel so free...

would it be based or cringe if I just started blocking people I find minorly annoying...

[allylikethecat]

So a while back a nice anon sent me a smut prompt list and asked if I would be willing to fill any of them. Because I am a perpetual people pleaser I said sure, reblogged it, and then people sent some prompts my way. I am not a smut writer. I am not good at it, which is funny considering how much spicy literature I consume both in terms of fanfiction and in books - I am literally the "Spicy Tok" expert at my store. I wish I was good at it, and I am trying really, really, really hard (ha) BUT I know my strengths and writing smut is not one of them. However, I also don't know when to quit and back down from a challenge so I will be posting that first smut prompt fill tomorrow - I just ask please be kind and don't judge me too harshly or make fun of me too much - I really did try 😂

[pynkhues]

(Same anon) Afaik, it *isn’t* a thing, I certainly wouldn’t expect most fans in a modern western live action fandom to recognize that naming convention, and it doesn’t help that they did not clarify better in the faq you posted.

(x)

Oh! Okay, good, haha, so it wasn't me being completely out of pocket - it's genuinely interesting to know! I was in anime fandoms back when I was a teenager, so I'm pretty familiar with the terms, and I've been aware that they've had a resurgence in the last 18 months, particularly lemon, fujoshi, and like, the old man yaoi memes but I've thought it was mostly ironic? So to see it's apparently being used unironically is, I can't lie, a bit of a surprise!

[lyvhie]

hi!! I read your nct dream x reader who's shy during sex and as a haechan bias UGH. I busted. /j but fr, I need to see more on meanie haechan x shy reader, any thoughts?? :3

on my terms | lee donghyuck

lee haechan x fem!reader (18+ mdni) ꒰ summary ꒱ haechan likes to have fun with you. ꒰ a/n ꒱ HIIIII ANON!! ok, so, um, i'm also totally in love (obsessed) with haechan and, haha, this was supposed to be super short, but i kinda got a little carried away oops! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! ꒰ cw ꒱ smut, fingering, mirror sex, praise, edging, pet names (baby, pretty girl, love, good girl).

haechan would have the time of his life with a shy girlfriend, teasing you would be his favorite pastime. a simple kiss, whether in public or private, would be enough to make you crumble, burying your face in his chest as if that could somehow make you invisible, sex wouldn't be any different.

what he enjoyed most, though, was the process of getting you there. he'd spend the entire day building anticipation, teasing you at every opportunity. his kisses would linger just a little longer, his tongue brushing against yours with a tenderness that felt almost deliberate, as though he were savoring you. his hands would explore your body in the same slow, calculated way, teasing the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath it to let his fingertips graze your warm skin, sending shivers through you. then, they'd trail down your thighs, lingering close enough to your core to drive you wild, but soon withdrawing it.

just that, and he already had you in the palm of his hand. it wouldn't take long before you found yourself subtly grinding against his thigh while cuddling, trying to play it off as innocent but failing miserably. you wanted him to notice your desires, yet you were far too embarrassed to openly admit it. of course, he was fully aware of what you were doing, he always was. after all, he'd orchestrated the entire situation. but he loved to pretend he was engrossed in the boring movie playing on the screen, just to see how long you'd last before finally breaking and telling him what you wanted.

occasionally, he'd shift his leg ever so slightly, pretending it was just to get comfortable, but it would send a jolt through you, making your breath hitch. he'd smirk to himself, knowing exactly what he was doing.

finally, when you couldn't stand it anymore, you'd whisper his name, your voice shaky and almost inaudible. "hyuck...” he'd hum in response, his gaze still fixed on the screen as though he hadn't noticed the way your hands gripped his shirt or the way your breath grew uneven. "what is it, baby?" his tone was casual, teasing, as if he didn't have you squirming in his lap.

you'd hesitate, biting your lip, unsure of how to put your thoughts into words. he'd shift his attention to you, finally locking eyes with you. "do you need something, pretty?" his voice low and dripping with amusement as his hands rested lightly on your hips, fingers teasingly brushing your skin. "or were you just planning to keep using my thigh like that?"

his words would make you freeze, your face now fully buried in his chest to hide yourself. his hand would tilt your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. “c'mon," he'd coax, his lips brushing yours in the softest tease. "you've been so bold all night... don't get shy on me now.”

you knew he wouldn't give you what you wanted unless you said it out loud, but the thought of voicing your need felt impossible. still, a small part of you hoped he'd have mercy this time and let you off the hook. "fine, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his tone mockingly sweet. "since you won't tell me, you can keep using me like you were. but don't expect me to help."

his words sent a jolt through you, and you instinctively clutched at his shirt, your grip tight as you leaned closer. "n-no, hyuck, please!" you blurted out, your voice trembling.

“oh? are you this desperate, my love?” he murmured, his voice dripping with the same mock affection as his hand cupped your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. you felt a pang of embarrassment at the way he worded it. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you, hm?” he coaxed, his tone soft, almost soothing, yet laced with that familiar teasing edge that always left you reeling.

his proximity, his touch, his voice—it was all too much, and yet not enough. a small pout curled on your lips as you looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, but it did nothing to unsettle him, despite the way it made his heart race.

you parted your trembling lips, finally gathering the courage to voice your need. "i... i want you," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as the words left your mouth. they weren't explicit, nor were they clear, but they were the most you could manage in that moment.

donghyuck couldn't help but grin at the sight. god, you were so adorable. "see? was that so hard?" he teased, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. the simple gesture did wonders to ease your nerves, reassuring you that he was pleased with your request and didn't expect more. his hands moved to your thighs, gently tracing the inner side until his fingers brushed against your clothed center, causing you to gasp. "if my babe wants me so badly, who am i to say no?”

and just when you thought things would turn tender, that he might finally give you what you craved, you were met with a cruel twist, exactly as haechan liked.

"look at this," he cooed into your ear, his tone dripping with mockery. "you're such a mess, love."

he wasn't wrong. your reflection in the mirror said it all—disheveled hair, tear-streaked cheeks, and trembling body laid bare in his control. behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back as his fingers slid torturously slow along the slick, swollen slit of your cunt. his hand glistened with your arousal, a damning evidence of how much you wanted him, even as your weak moans turned into frustrated whimpers.

his fingers teased your entrance but never dipped inside, never gave you the satisfaction you so desperately craved. your legs shook from the strain of being spread so widely, the position leaving you completely exposed to both him and the mirror. every movement, every reaction, was laid bare for his hungry eyes. and still, all he did was edge you, over and over again, driving you to the brink before cruelly pulling back.

your head fell back against his shoulder, seeking some reprieve, but his hand quickly found your chin, gripping it firmly and guiding your gaze back to the mirror. "eyes here," he commanded, his voice low and sharp as his dark eyes met yours in the reflection. "you keep looking away, that's why i can't make you feel good, princess," a shiver ran through you as his lips brushed against your neck, nibbling softly before soothing the spot with a tender kiss. "if you keep your eyes here," he murmured, his voice almost sweet, "i promise i'll let you finish, hm? do we have a deal?”

you nodded desperately, your eyes wide and pleading as they stayed locked on the mirror, his grin widened, his satisfaction evident. it was almost humiliating-there you were, utterly bare before him, your body trembling with need, while he remained fully clothed, looking effortlessly composed. you felt so exposed, so vulnerable, more than you ever thought possible.

"that's it, baby," he cooed, his voice dripping with approval as his hand trailed down your body. his fingers found your folds, parting them slowly, deliberately, to showcase your dripping, swollen cunt in the reflection. "look at this," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “so beautiful, and all of it just for me, my love."

he kept you spread open, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady as a single finger traced up your slick slit, gathering your arousal. the soft glide sent a tremor through your body, a broken moan falling from your lips.

"you see that?" he teased, his gaze flickering between your reflection and the mess between your legs. "this perfect little pussy is calling for me, listen to these lewd sounds,” he hummed in approval.

you might've wanted to crawl out of your skin from the vulnerability of it all if it weren't for the intoxicating pleasure he was finally granting you. after craving him the entire day, every small touch he gave your core felt like salvation. haechan's satisfied smile deepened when you kept your gaze fixed on the mirror, obediently following his instructions. it seemed you'd earned a reward.

“mhm, keep looking, love," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he slid a single finger inside you. the intrusion, after being deprived for so long, made you gasp sharply, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips. his brows lifted slightly in surprise at the sound, and then his grin turned wicked. "oh, would you look at that," he teased, his tone dripping with delight. "what a beautiful sound you just made, pretty girl.”

his lips pressed to your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin as he felt his cock stir in his pants. usually, it took him more effort to coax you out of your shy reluctance to let your moans escape freely. despite always telling you how much he loved hearing you, how lovely and utterly sinful those sounds were, it still took time. but right now? right now, you couldn't hold back if you tried.

he groaned softly as he felt the tight grip of your walls clench around his finger, proof of just how much you'd been aching for him. "so eager," he cooed, easing a second finger inside. the stretch had your back arching slightly, your hands gripping his thighs to steady yourself as he began to pump in and out of you with a steady, deliberate pace.

the slick sounds of your arousal filled the room, mixing with your soft cries of pleasure, and the sight in the mirror was almost too much to handle. his fingers worked you expertly, the angle perfect, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the way he used your body.

"there you go," he praised, his voice low and husky. "see how good you look taking me? keep watching, princess," and to your own surprise, you found yourself liking it, relishing the way he made you feel both vulnerable and desired, the heat between you building into something unbearable and addictive.

his free hand slid upward, cupping your breast with a firm grip. he kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers finding your hardened nipple and pinching it sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and your head fell back onto his shoulder, baring your neck to him. it was an open invitation, one he didn't hesitate to accept, pressing hot kisses and gentle bites against your exposed skin, leaving faint marks.

he could feel how your breathing hitched, hear the soft whimpers that grew louder with each passing second, and notice the slight tremble in your thighs as you grew more desperate. your moans became high-pitched, barely restrained, and he knew you were close.

his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in tight, quick circles as his fingers plunged into you faster and deeper. the dual stimulation was too much, driving you to the edge you'd been teetering on for what felt like forever.

“you're gonna cum already, baby?" he purred, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "y-yes," you mewled, your voice breathy and trembling. "f-feels so good, hyuck."

your head felt like it was floating in the clouds, every nerve in your body alight with sensation as his relentless pace pushed you closer and closer to release. his grip on you tightened, anchoring you to him as he guided you toward the inevitable.

"that's my girl," he praised, his tone dripping with approval. "come on, love. let go for me. i want to feel you."

it was so good, too good. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel the knot in your core tightening, ready to snap and finally give you the release you'd been chasing. Your body trembled, your breath caught, and just as the wave of ecstasy began to crest, he slowed. his fingers stilled, pulling back ever so slightly, leaving you teetering agonizingly on the edge.

a broken, frustrated cry escaped your lips, filling the room. he chuckled softly, the sound dark and full of amusement, as he nipped at your ear. "n-no, no, no, hyuck, please," you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. your hips bucked instinctively, seeking the friction he'd just stolen away, but he was quicker.

“ah, ah," he tsked, removing his hand just enough to deliver a sharp, teasing slap to your soaked cunt, the sting making you gasp. "don't be greedy," he scolded gently, though the smirk on his lips betrayed how much he enjoyed your reaction.

your thighs quivered as you tried to press them together, the lingering ache of denied pleasure making you feel helpless. his other hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up so you could see the glint of mischief in his eyes through the mirror. "you'll get what you want," he promised, his voice low and teasing. "but on my terms, love. be patient.”

tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you nodded weakly, your need for him overpowering any resistance. his fingers returned to your entrance, moving slower this time, deliberately building the tension back up. "good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “now, let's see if you can behave.”

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

[simplygojo]

Another Speeding Ticket

Author's Note: Hey y'all, tysm for all the love n care you've been sending me. I am basically back to normal now, so lets assume our resume Kinktober schedule..haha.

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This kinktober oneshot includes a Kinktober Prompt request, I hope you enjoy ;) I am getting very smutted out, so I unfortubatly will not be able to complete all of your requests! I will try my best, even if I finish them in November, but thank you guys so much for the support!

Pairing: Cop!Nanami x f!reader

Request: This request was by @aurorascorpio, although I slightly altered it. I hope you enjoy :) The request is linked here for any interested <3

I also included a few other anon requests in this fic, so I hope YOU ALL ENJOY!!! (shoutout to 🐜 !!)

Kinks: Spanking, Overstimulation, Edging, Size, Brat Taming, Breeding & Gun Play

Word Count: 2.2K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gun play, fingering, spanking, size kink, overstimulation, breeding, brat taming, aggressive sex.

The sound of your engine roaring down the empty highway was almost therapeutic, the thrill of speeding through the night air intoxicating. 

But as soon as the familiar red and blue lights flashed behind you, your heart sank. Not again.

You groaned, already knowing who it was. Every time. It was always him.

You pulled over, slamming your palms on the steering wheel in frustration, and your forehead followed, leaning against it in defeat. 

You didn’t even need to look in the mirror to recognize the tall figure walking toward your car. 

His slow, measured footsteps sent your pulse racing, not in fear, but in a way that made your body heat.

Nanami Kento—your boyfriend—who was also a cop, and didn’t mind giving you speeding tickets despite your relationship.

Blonde hair slicked back, face perfectly composed and stern, his broad shoulders filling out his uniform almost too well. 

You swallowed as he approached, your heart hammering in your chest. This was probably the fifth time he’d pulled you over in the last month alone, and each time, his scolding made you feel like a naughty child being disciplined.

But this time felt different. There was a tension in the air you couldn’t quite place, an edge to his movements, like his patience had finally run dry.

He tapped on your window, and you rolled it down, biting your lip as his sharp eyes locked onto yours.

“Step out of the vehicle, Miss y/l/n,” Nanami’s voice was clipped, no room for argument.

You blinked, your stomach doing nervous flips. "W-wait, is this really necessary? I wasn’t going that fast—"

“You were going twenty-five over the limit. Again,” he said, his tone hard as steel. His gaze pierced through you, making you shrink back. “Step. Out.”

You hesitated but did as he commanded, heart pounding in your chest. 

The night air was cool against your legs as you stood beside your car, your skirt fluttering slightly as you faced him.

Nanami stood tall in front of you, his jaw clenched, looking every bit the no-nonsense cop he always was. 

There was a certain dominance in the way he towered over you, the stiff set of his jaw making your breath hitch. You could practically feel the weight of his authority pressing down on you, making your knees weak.

“I’ve warned you so many times, y/n,” he sighed, his voice lowering as his frustration bled through. “And yet here you are, speeding again. Reckless.”

“I-I’m sorry, really! I swear this is the last time—"

“No. You don’t get to talk your way out of this one,” Nanami cut you off, his tone sharp. 

“You don’t seem to learn your lesson. Maybe I need to teach you a different way.” His eyes darkened, and before you could process what was happening, he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pressing your front against the side of your car.

You gasped, heart racing. “Wait—what are you doing?”

“Bend over,” he ordered, voice deep with authority.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand pressed against your back, forcing you into position. 

You could feel his presence looming behind you, his large frame towering over your bent form. 

The cold metal of his gun on his waist grazed your lower back as his hips pressed into you, and the weight of it sent a shiver through you.

“You’ve been a brat every time I’ve caught you,” he muttered darkly, his hands sliding down your waist, roughly pulling your skirt up to expose your panties. 

“Maybe it’s time I put you in your place.”

The thrill of it all made your thighs clench together, heat pooling between your legs. You squirmed, trying to protest, but he was having none of it.

“Be a good girl, my dear,” he commanded, his voice laced with danger. “Or do I need to use more force?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, already feeling the wetness soaking through your panties. 

“No, sir…”

His large hands roamed over your ass, kneading the flesh before giving it a sharp slap. You yelped, the sting sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core.

“You like that, don’t you?” He growled, landing another smack, harder this time. 

The sound echoed in the quiet night as you gasped, body arching against the car. 

“You act like a brat, and you’ll get treated like one.”

Another slap, then another. 

The rhythm of his spanking had your ass burning, your legs weak. You were dripping, your panties clinging to your slick folds as he continued his punishment.

Without warning, he yanked your panties down, leaving you completely exposed to the night air. 

Your heart raced, both embarrassment and excitement swirling together in a heady mix.

Nanami’s fingers slid between your legs, teasing your entrance before slipping one thick finger inside. 

You moaned, your body instantly responding, grinding back against his hand. The stretch of just one of his fingers was enough to send a surge of heat through your core, your walls clenching around the intrusion, desperate for more.

“So eager,” he muttered, pleased with the way your body reacted to him. 

“My job is to enforce the law, and teach people lessons when they break those laws…” 

He unholstered his gun, the metallic sound making your pulse quicken. 

The cold barrel pressed against your hip as his fingers moved inside you with deliberate slowness, curling against your walls. 

The juxtaposition of pleasure and danger sent a shiver down your spine.

The pressure of the gun against your skin made you gasp, your body arching against the car. 

He wasn’t rough, but the weight of it was enough to remind you who was in control. His thumb brushed against your clit, applying just enough pressure to have you trembling beneath him.

“You don’t learn, do you?” Nanami murmured, his voice deep and steady, even as his fingers slipped deeper, hitting a spot that made your legs weak. 

“I’ve warned you time and time again, and yet here you are, acting like a reckless brat.”

You whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more. But Nanami wasn’t having it. 

He withdrew his fingers almost entirely, barely grazing your entrance as you squirmed in frustration.

“Stay still,” he commanded, the gun now resting against your waist as a cold reminder. “You don’t get to decide when you get what you want.”

Your hips moved on their own, seeking the friction he was withholding, the need in your belly tightening like a vice. 

The absence of his touch left a hollow ache, but his control over you kept you teetering on the edge of submission.

Every time you felt yourself climbing toward release, he would slow down, making you gasp in frustration. 

The ache between your legs grew, your need for him becoming desperate, but you couldn’t bring yourself to beg. Not yet.

His fingers slipped back inside, slow and deliberate, rubbing against that sensitive spot that made your legs shake. 

“Look at you,” he muttered darkly. “All that attitude, and now you’re desperate for me.”

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to moan too loudly, your pride still intact despite the torment. 

But Nanami could read you too well, knew how close you were.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he taunted, his thumb brushing over your clit in maddening circles. “I can feel how badly you need it. How you’re shaking for it.”

“Yes…Yes sir” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop it. 

Your pride wavered as the pleasure coursed through you, leaving you trembling against the car.

Nanami hummed in approval, but instead of giving you what you craved, he pressed the gun harder against your skin, reminding you who held all the power. 

His pace slowed again, the edging cruel as your body throbbed with need.

“Have some patience, my dear” he growled, his voice dangerously low. 

His fingers worked you with precision, drawing you to the edge once more, only to pull back, leaving you teetering on the brink.

Nanami’s grip on your waist tightened, the authority in his touch clear as he held you firmly against the cool metal of the car. 

His voice was low, commanding, as he muttered darkly into your ear, “If you don’t learn, maybe I’ll have to give you something to remember. Maybe putting a baby in you will finally get you to listen.”

Your breath hitched at his words, heat pooling between your legs as the weight of his intention sank in.

His fingers left you aching, desperate for more, and before you could respond, Nanami moved swiftly. 

His belt clinked as he unbuckled it, and you felt the heavy press of his cock against your slick entrance.

The size of him alone had you gasping, your body trembling with anticipation.

Without warning, he pushed into you, his cock stretching you wide as he filled you completely in one rough thrust. 

The sensation of him deep inside you made your legs buckle, and you braced yourself against the car, the overwhelming fullness leaving you breathless. 

He was so thick, so impossibly big, that it felt like your body was struggling to take all of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Nanami grunted, his voice strained with restraint. His hands roamed your hips, holding you steady as he pulled out only to slam back into you, his pace rough and unrelenting from the start. 

Each thrust pushed you forward against the cool surface of the car, your ass burning from the rough spanking and your body tingling with overstimulation.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growled, landing another sharp slap on your ass that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you. 

“Maybe this will finally teach you to behave.”

The sharp sting of his hand contrasted with the deep, pounding thrusts of his cock, and you could barely keep yourself together, the combination of pain and pleasure sending you spiralling toward the edge. But Nanami was far from done.

He leaned over you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, 

“You’re going to take every inch of me, and you’re not going to cum until I say so.” His thumb found your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had you clenching around him, desperate for release.

The pleasure was too much, your body trembling as you felt your orgasm build, but Nanami wasn’t giving you the satisfaction. 

He pulled back slightly, dragging his cock out of you slowly, only to slam back into you with such force that you cried out, your hands scrambling for purchase against the car.

“You think you can just do whatever you want?” Nanami taunted, his hips snapping against yours with punishing force. “Breaking the rules like a spoiled brat? Not anymore.”

His pace quickened, the force of his thrusts driving you closer and closer to the brink, but every time you felt yourself teetering on the edge, he slowed down just enough to keep you from falling over. 

The overstimulation had your body shaking, desperate for release, but Nanami wouldn’t let you have it.

His words sent a shiver through you, the promise of him filling you making your body respond in ways you couldn’t control. 

You wanted it, wanted him to finish inside you, to claim you in every way. The idea of him filling you with his sweet release, of the possibility of it taking, had your thighs clenching with need.

“Please,” you whimpered, your pride shattered as you begged him. “Please, let me cum…”

Nanami chuckled darkly, his hand landing another sharp slap on your ass before he picked up the pace, fucking you hard and deep, his cock hitting spots that made your vision blur. 

Your body tensed, teetering on the edge once again as he fucked you harder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into you. 

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing with brutal intensity, and the combination of his size, the stinging spanks, and the threat of being filled finally pushed you over the edge. 

You were practically seeing stars as you felt the familiar sense of pleasure begin to creep up on you.

“Cum for me,” Nanami commanded, his voice sharp as he thrust into you with one final, deep stroke. “Take it all.”

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as you came hard, your walls clenching around him as you milked his cock. 

The intensity of it had your legs trembling, and you barely registered Nanami’s groan of satisfaction as he followed you over the edge, his cock twitching as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, his voice muffled as he squeezed the skin on your hips tightly, staying buried deep inside you as he emptied himself, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down. 

“Maybe now you’ll finally listen.”

Your body was spent, your legs weak as you leaned against the car, panting and trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

Nanami stayed inside you for a moment longer, making sure you felt every bit of him before he finally pulled out, leaving you breathless and full.

[aerynwrites]

Lost For Words

Gale Dekarios x gn!Reader

A/N: for the anon that sent in this request - I hope you and everyone else enjoys! I had such a fun time writing this haha.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: sexual content (not explicit), grinding, reader is a tease, gale is a flustered mess, suggestive talk, kissing, fluff at the beginning.

*I tried to keep this gender neutral, but please let me know if anything slipped through my editing!*

It’s not often you get any downtime, what with the parasite in your brain and all. 

But this evening has afforded you and your companions a rare but much needed free night. Most everyone has decided to spend the evening down in the tavern, drinking or gambling or whatever other pastimes happen down there. However, you and Gale have opted to stay upstairs, reveling in the unusual peace and quiet. 

Gale had been reading to you for a while, a fantasy book of some sort, but you’d excused yourself a few moments ago. Not because you were enjoying lounging in bed with him, but because a certain item in your bag has been calling to you since you received it. 

The Wavemother’s Robe. 

It has been a gift for getting ride of that machine that was polluting the bay waters, and you hadn’t really had a chance to look at it. 

But now, after you’ve retrieved it and stepped behind the dressing screen, you find that there isn’t really much to look at, at all. 

As you slip into the delicate yet butter-soft fabric, you can’t help but notice that it leaves very little to the imagination. So, in that sense, there is a lot to look at depending on who’s doing the looking. 

The neckline of the detailed collar of robe plummets down in a tragically deep neckline, the end reaching your navel. And the skirt of the robe is much the same, the slits in the sides coming up all the way to above your hip, leaving the fabric covering yourself hanging dangerously loose in the front and back. 

For half a second, you're tempted to rip the thing off and get rid of it. The whole outfit is somewhat absurd. 

But, despite your question about the functionality of such a garment, you can’t help but admire the beauty of it. The blue, scaled fabric sparkles in the dim candle light of the room, iridescent light bouncing off the walls whenever you turn. Even the small delicate chains at your hips and resting against your sternum twinkle gently. 

When you look in the floor-length mirror you can’t help but let your mouth drop open slightly. 

You look…good. If not a bit exposed. 

Without thinking much about it, you turn and come out from behind the screen, approaching Gale where he still sits on the bed reading. If he hears your approach he doesn’t acknowledge it, only flipping a page every so often as you watch him in silence, a small smile on your face. 

He’s sat propped up against the headboard, legs outstretched in front of him and crossed at the ankles. He cradles the book gentle in his hands atop his lap, eyes trailing over the page quickly as he consumes the story. 

You take a couple steps closer to the bed, now just an arms length away. 

He still doesn’t look up. 

“Gale…” you call in a soft sing-song voice. 

The wizard merely hums, inclining his head your way ever so slightly, but never takes his eyes from the page. 

“Yes, my love?” 

You huff, rolling your eyes as your smile tugs further at your lips. 

“I wanted your thoughts on my new clothes.” 

You watch as his brows furrow, his thumb sliding down the page to hold his place as he closes the book before slowly turning to look at you. 

“Your clothes-?”

His questioning is cut off with the audible clack of his teeth as his mouth slams shut, his eyes going wide as they finally take you in, trailing from your head to your toes before whipping back up again. 

He blushes. Actually blushes - his cheeks turning several shades darker as his eyes flit over your form once more before he’s back to looking at you all wide-eyed and scandalized. 

A shit eating grin overtakes your earlier soft smile as you take the last few steps to the edge of the bed, reaching out to pluck the book from his hands to toss it to the side. 

“So…what do you think?” you ask, voice dripping sweetness. 

“W-what do I-? I - ehm…it’s certainly - revealing-“

You drop your lips into a pout as you crawl onto the bed, your nose barely brushing his own as you swing a leg over his hips to settle on his lap. The robe pools between you, but the position causes the silken fabric to rise up your hips even further. One wrong move and even less would be left to the imagination. 

Something Gale must take notice of, as he instinctively reaches out to tug at the fabric on your hips, keeping it in place as his fingers dig into the flesh beneath it. 

“Do you not like it?” you ask, feigning disappointment as you reach down to toy with the chain running down your chest. “I thought it was pretty.” 

Gale clears his throat and shifts his hips, the evidence of just how much he likes it evident against your inner thigh. 

“N-No not at all I -“ He coughs, the blush reaching down to his chest now, making his orb mark stand out against the flushed skin. “I simply was not expecting…”

His words taper off as you begin to trail a finger over the mark on his chest, following the tendrils up over his collarbone and onto the sensitive skin of his neck, making his breath hitch. 

“Not expecting…what?” 

“Well - I was deeply entrenched in m-my reading and then you come out like t - that!” 

His last word pitches up when you grind your hips against his own, his fingers now digging into your hip bones. 

You lean in close, lips brushing his cheek as you speak. 

“Thats a very…lackluster description,” you pout. “Have I left the great Gale of Waterdeep lost for words? What happened to your supposed verbosity? And I remember something about a practiced tongue -“ 

Your teasing words are cut off sharply as Gale's arms wrap around your waist and he flips you both over on the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft this just as his lips claim yours, swallowing your gasp of surprise. 

He wastes no time, his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. 

Something you happily grant him. 

The kiss is eager, frenzied, leaving no room for the teasing banter you had established earlier.

His hands move to slide down over your bare thighs before hiking one of them up over his hip and holding it there as he presses his hips down into your own. 

Only when his hips meet your own in a desperate grind does he pull away from you, lips moving instead to trail kisses down your cheek and jaw. 

“If you had given me a moment to collect myself,” he chastises lightly. “I would have gathered my wits enough to tell you how magnificent you look.” 

“Ravishing.” He presses a kiss beneath your ear. “Captivating.” Another on the junction of your shoulder. 

“Absolutely sinful.” 

A sharp nip to your collarbone has you gasping, just as a calloused hand slides up the exposed expanse of your chest, fingers hooking beneath the delicate chains there. 

“So…” He trails off, his lips traveling down to where his hand lays and then lower, pressing lightly to where the deep plunge of your robe ends. 

“Since you were so impatient, I suppose I’ll just have to show you as well. To make up for my lack of…verbosity.” 

A moan slips past your lips at his words, and you can't stop the shiver of excitement that runs through as his hands slip beneath the fabric of the robe. 

Maybe you’ll keep the robe after all. 

[starkissedmallow]

Uh, hi. I would like to request a texting things where the reader accidentally sends a ‘hear me out’ to the person they’re ‘hearing out’ thinking it’s like, Mina or something. Feel free to ignore though.

btw I love ur writing

Accidentally Sending The MHA Boys a “Hear Me Out” Text pt. 1

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, anon! I hope that you enjoy! I’m going to break this up into two parts since it’ll be a bit long. Part two will be up tomorrow!

IZUKU MIDORIYA-

- You were so excited to gush over how much you liked Izuku to your friend that you didn’t realize who you actually texted until it was too late

- About a few minutes after sending the text you quickly received a response back

- Your face went red as you realized who you actually texted. It was your crush. Izuku Midoriya!

- He had sent you a text back and you were nervous to see what he said

- “Uh, you think I’m attractive? Thank you, y/n! No one’s ever told me that before. I’m flattered.”

- “I think you’re really cute too, y/n!”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI-

- You have been gushing about your new crush, Bakugou Katsuki, to your best friend for hours now

- Going on and on about how cute he is and how attractive you think he is when he’s working out

- Thing is your friend had been responding up until you sent the last message and you were wondering why they haven’t responded yet

- The message you sent was particularly clear on how you felt about Bakugou and you were eager to see what your friend had said

- A look of fear crossed your expression as you realized who you actually texted

- It was Bakugou. Your crush. The man you’ve loved since childhood.

- And he was very confused in his response. You really messed up your chances big time.

- “Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”

- “Are you messing with me?”

- Now you really messed up big time. And now Bakugou was calling you and you had allot of explaining to do.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO-

- You were so excited to get home and send a text to your best friend about all of your thoughts about Kirishima

- You could go on for hours about how much you wanted to spend time with him and just be near his energetic self

- He was a longtime crush of yours but you haven’t mustered up the courage to ask him out

- You decided that you would ask your friend how you should confess your feelings to Kiri and you were describing in detail everything you loved about him

- Little did you know was that you accidentally sent that very detailed text to Kirishima instead of your best friend until you checked if your friend had seen the text or not

- Crap. Now you really messed up. And now he was typing back a response.

- Kirishima sends back a winking emoji and a short text back which reads, “Haha, really? That’s awesome, y/n! I really like you too. Let’s hangout sometime. What do you say?”

SHOTO TODOROKI-

- Shoto had asked you to hangout with him later that week and you were so excited to tell your best friend all about it

- Including adding in your personal thoughts about the red and white haired hero

- These were some deep and emotional feelings that you had kept hidden until now that you sent them over to your best friend

- You wait a few minutes and then hear the ding of your text notifications, eager to see what your friend said you quickly open up your texts

- The message you saw surprised you and you quickly realized you texted the wrong person

- “You sure do think a lot about me, y/n. That’s not entirely unexpected…”

- “How about we go and grab some coffee at the local café sometime, just you and me?”