#i think whether he is or not is too tied to personal tastes for it to be canon or not

[eevees-hobbies]

Nasty Girl (Fem!Reader x Ren Kaji) - NSFW

Author��s Note: I was sitting in traffic, and Lick or Sum by GloRilla started playing, and I thought, “this would make Kaji blush if it blasted through his headphones.” Anyway, GloRilla and Tinashe songs are referenced below, but you don’t have to know those songs to enjoy the story 🙂

Synopsis: New Fear has been Unlocked: not disconnecting your music from your boyfriend's headphones. Now, he just has to match your freak. 

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Ren Kaji. Sensory Deprivation (hearing), lyrics are explicit, Kaji imagines you giving him a lap dance, mention of Kaji smelling your sex, cunnilingus, p in v, dom behavior, dirty talk, use of the words slut and brat, ass smacking, talk of worshipping that ass, and technically a cumshot/creampie combo. Tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact. 

Word Count: 2.4K

Divider by @strangergraphics. Story banner by me.

If you and Kaji could add music sharing to the official list of love languages, it would be underlined, bolded, and highlighted as it serves as an integral part of your relationship.

You appreciate Kaji’s favorite genres. Some of your dates with him include attending concerts—hard-hitting drums and thunderous electric rifts from bands like Metallica, Slipknot, and Megadeth make up some of your fondest memories with him.

Kaji enjoys listening to you express your musical taste, too. You are most certainly not a monolith; your taste in music varies, drifting through the ebbs and flows of enjoying different beats and sounds as you float between different genres depending on your mood.

While some of the songs you like may not resonate with him personally, he’ll always nod along as you gush about your favorite artists. He adores how your face lights up, whether you’re talking about rock, metal, hip-hop, or everything else in between. So when you apologize because you’re "talking his ear off," he’ll shake his head and encourage you to keep going. “Please tell me more about Megan Thee Stallion’s new album.”

Not only do you two exchange opinions on music, but it also isn’t unusual for you to borrow his headphones to listen to your playlist. 

One day, you were preparing to make dinner, so you reached for your cell phone to put on some motivational tunes to get you through the monotony of dicing vegetables.

As you pushed play on your phone, you tilted your head to the side. You didn’t hear lyrical prose coming from the speakers. Instead, you heard the distinct sound of deafening silence. You pushed the play button again, considering that maybe you hadn’t pressed the correct area on the screen.

Still, nothing. 

As you pick up your device to investigate whether the volume is on, Kaji, seated on the couch in the other room, scrunches his nose. 

The music from the band In Flames suddenly stopped and was replaced by what he assumed to be something you were attempting to listen to. 

His eyebrows furrow as he genuinely listens to the lyrics.

Lick on my clit, make this pussy cream. Do this motherfucker how you do them Russian creams.

Yeah, there’s no doubt that this is from your playlist, and it was certainly…graphic. 

Kaji rises from the couch and approaches the kitchen doorway, pausing under the doorframe to admire you. His eyes wander over your shape, your ass jutting out a bit as you lean your elbows on the counter. 

The lyrics are still drilling into his ear, raunchier and more explicit than the first few lines he heard, but he can’t help but wonder if you’d be willing to sing these lyrics to him. He imagines your pretty lips mouthing filthy shit into his ear. 

His cock twitches, thinking about you dancing to the song, flirting your hips and ass in his lap as you tease him, letting his hands explore your body as you dip low and bend over, letting him see the way your ass eats up the fabric of shorts. Before he knows it, he’s rock hard, the outline of his dick protruding through his black skinny jeans. 

You still haven’t identified the problem, and right as you consider force-closing the application, you feel Kaji press his body against your back. You jump a little at his sudden presence and open your mouth to tell him to give you a warning next time, but before you can, he places one shell of the headphones over your ear, leaving the one closest to his mouth uncovered.

“Interesting taste you have. What did she say? ‘All over his breath like pussy flavored gum’”

Well, damn, then.

Your knees suddenly feel as though they may not be able to keep you upright, trembling and unstable, as if you’re a new babe learning how to walk again. You feel the warmth of his breath, sweet and cherry-flavored, on the back of your neck. 

Your boyfriend never talks like this. Kaji isn’t vanilla by any means, but he definitely doesn’t say things like GloRilla does in her song. 

You laugh nervously. Suddenly, you’re very aware of how hard he’s pressing your body into the edge of the counter.

“I didn’t realize that I hadn’t disconnected Bluetooth.” 

“No, looks like you didn’t.”

Kaji reaches up and places the other headphone shell over your ear—music drowns out any of the sounds in the kitchen, like the ticking of the clock on the wall or Kaji’s breathing in your ear. Instead, it’s replaced with the beginning of Tinashe’s Nasty.

I've been a nasty girl, nasty.

As she asks if anyone’s going to match her freak, you can feel Kaji’s hands tracing down your body, squeezing your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress, fingers lingering over your nipples despite the presence of your bra. He knows your body so well that he can locate them simply from memory. 

As he glides his hands down your stomach, you prepare for him to touch you where you need him the most. The drooling, twitching mess that she is needs him.

But Kaji’s hands move behind you instead of touching you where you ache. You let out an audible whine that earns you an unseen smirk. Yeah, he knows what you think you need, but he knows better. 

Need somebody with a good technique Is somebody gonna match my nasty?

He crouches down, hands lifting your dress; you don’t need a verbal command to know to kick up your feet so he can pull your panties down and toss them to the side. 

If you keep up with me I'll keep on comin' back

With his strong hands placed firmly on your ass, his fingers grip and fondle the plush flesh, earning a strangled moan from your throat. You wiggle your ass in an attempt to get him to stop toying with you and touch you. But all you earn is a searing smack to your ass cheek and Kaji’s eyes appreciating the way you jiggle for him. 

If you do it too good I'm gonna get attached

You yelp, your skin feeling a brief sting from his palm. You pout, but honestly, you only have yourself to blame, and you should absolutely know better. Kaji prefers it when you behave yourself, but when you are fervent about acting up? Fine, either a firm smack to your ass or clit, or a hand wrapped around your throat is quick to put you in your place. 

But he’s not cruel. Punishments are his last resort, and as he presses his lips to the tender spot where he smacked your ass, offering you a gentle peace treaty, you’re reminded of that. 

You once again jerk from his touch, feeling like something is pricking at your ass, but the kitchen counter and the way he’s keeping you held against it leave you with limited escape routes. 

Kaji licks the indentations his teeth made on your cheek, a low growl erupting from his throat.

Fuck, he wouldn’t call himself an ass worshipper, but he’d be willing to drop to his knees and press his forehead against the filthy ground on the street to pay homage to yours. 

Cause it feels like heaven when it hurts so bad Baby, put it on me I like it just like that

“Kaji, that hurt!”

The benefit of you being unable to hear is that Kaji doesn’t have to answer you. If he did, you’d probably hate the answer. A monotone “Good” from him would probably warrant an attitude from you. And he doesn’t want attitude—at least not at this moment—he just wants a well-intentioned taste. 

You gasp as he presses his face into your sex, nose nudging against your folds, inhaling all of you. His mouth is watering as his tongue licks up and down your already wet slit, your slick sticking to your folds in the way fresh honey sticks to a honeycomb. His fingers spread your cunt open, eyeing the way you already dribble like a slut for him.

Your eyes roll back as he delivers a peck to your pussy, then a longer kiss until his mouth forms in an opened-mouth make-out session with her, not being liberal with the use of his tongue. You begin to press yourself back onto his mouth, daring his tongue to be even deeper. And Kaji doesn’t fight you; you give a silent thanks that he’s allowing you to fuck his tongue. 

He brings his hand between your thighs, allowing the palm of his hand to rub against your clit as you bounce back on his face.

“You’re so messy,” he growls into your cunt as your slick drips down his chin and drenches his palm. And it’s the god-honest truth; your cunt is dripping, hot, wet, thick, and languid, coating his tongue and throat with your essence. You’re his favorite indulgence. When he has a sweet tooth, he doesn’t think of or crave candy; he thinks of you. 

As your cum cascades into his mouth, his tongue cleans up every inch of you, tongue sliding between your folds, over your clit, your clitoral hood, and even your inner thighs. By the time he considers it a job well done, you’re glistening in his saliva more so than your cum. 

Wiping his mouth against the back of his hand, he rises again to take his place pressed against your back.

“K-Kaji,” your moan is desperate as you press your ass against his crotch. “Need you so bad, baby!”

Kaji can’t help but keep his eyes on you as your head falls back to rest on his shoulder. You don’t realize how loud you’re being with the music playing in your ears, but he desperately hopes the neighbors can hear every single thing you yell. 

Each gasp and moan leaving your lips has him throbbing, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes travel down to your neck, watching you swallow so thickly, eyes pooling with desperation and pleading to have him, him, him.

He hikes one of your legs onto the counter, forcing you to knock over some of the produce you were planning to use for dinner. 

He’s not very patient, even in moments where he wants to savor you; he’s his own worst enemy and too eager to feel you around him. He’s already stretching your cunt apart with the head of his dick, and you lean over to give him a better angle. 

Kaji, ever the appreciative one, bottoms out immediately, stretching your hole to the thickest part of him.  

With each jerk of his hips, the headphones shift until they clatter onto the counter in front of you. The sounds you were unable to hear before overwhelm your senses immediately. You catch the end of Kaji sputtering your name so loudly that you’re surprised you didn’t hear him over the music.

“Fuck, why are you so messy?” He rasps out, breath shakey and labored not from exertion but from simply being so consumed by his desire for you he can’t help but suck in too much oxygen. 

“M-maybe it’s the way you just slobbered on my pussy?”

“Oh, god. There’s that fucking mouth. Headphones must be off.” You earn another smack to your ass and the quickening of his ruts into your sopping cunt. “Like you better when you’re too busy moaning like a slut to be a brat.”

You practically mewl in appreciation of being called a slut and a brat in the same sentence.

“Yeah, look at ya squeezing me tight, brat. Jerkin’ me off with your needy pussy.”

You bury your face into the crook of your elbow, moaning and face heating up because he’s fucking right; your pussy is wringing him, hoping to coax every last drop of his cum out of his balls.

Kaji hisses. Without warning, your cunt clamps down onto him, halting his rutting, “Fuck, pretty girl. Already?”

You whine because, really, what the fuck were you supposed to do? He should be praising you for holding on this long.

As your clenching stops, he has a bit more clearance to continue his thrusts, bottoming out into your tight, orgasming sex. The wet, squelching sound your pussy makes as Kaji hilts you are loud,  filthy, lewd, practically sounding of nothing but sin. He can’t help but think, “like those songs she likes,” as he whimpers at the thought.

“Fuck, well, I’m glad you’re feeling good. Gonna let me cum now?” He’s teasing you because, of course, he can cum. You aren’t stopping him—the more the fucking merrier. You try to utter precisely that, but he juts his hips sharply, knowing you were going to say something with that smart-ass mouth of yours, the tip of his dick drilling against your g-spot.

Your nails scrape against the counter, trying to grip and claw at something. “K-kaji, I’m…!”

You bite your lip, that all-too-familiar tightening overtaking you until it bursts, and another orgasm rips through you. 

Kaji groans and pulls out with urgency because there’s something he has to do. Call it a compulsion or whatever label you want to assign to it, but it’s something he’s compelled to do to you when the urge to cum inside doesn’t sway him.

He spreads your labia with his thumb, butterflying your pretty pussy for him. He’s giving himself solid pumps with his free hand, eyes never leaving your ass, loving the way it looks sticking out like this for him. He gasps, his moan raspy but so deliciously loud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck here it c-comes!”

His cum shoots out, splattering all over your waiting hole until it’s so covered by his thick, white seed that he can’t see your opening anymore. And the final part of the ritual? Smearing it all over your folds, the fleshy pink of you, and pushing it back in with the tip of his dick for good measure.

“What even is that fetish called?” you mumble.

“I don’t have a fetish. I just like doing…this.” He can’t tear his eyes away at how pretty she looks, covered in white.

He finally places a kiss on the back of your neck, his hand reaching around your fucked out and bent over form to grasp his headphones. “Forget cooking. Let’s order in.”

And maybe after this romp in the kitchen, you both had inadvertently conditioned yourselves to use certain songs to initiate sex. His dick automatically hardening when you play songs that bring him back to the moment in the kitchen, and him placing the headphones over your ears as he fucks you to the same music that celebrates getting your back blown out.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Coryo x Big Booty!Reader, Smut, p in v, creampie, cussing, breeding kink, Dom!Coriolanus

Coriolanus Snow has classic tastes when it comes to his life. He has a sophisticated image, so of course he wears gold rings on his hands; never silver. Full Windsor knots in his satin ties, custom 3-piece suits made with only the finest material, and fine dress shirts that have to be starched. He wears cufflinks and all of his shoes are floor shines with 3 or 4 inch heels (because Coriolanus' 6ft frame needs to be even more intimidating so he can tower over everyone that's beneath him). His taste in food is classic, but upscale as well.

And when it comes to women, well, his taste is classic when it comes to that as well. T&A does it for him.

Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man. The bigger the better too. And when he started dating you, well his classic tastes were definitely filled.

You're, in his opinion, the whole package. To Coriolanus, you're so beautiful both inside and out. You have a personality that just pulls him in. You keep him engaged and on his toes with conversations. But your physical appearance is what attracted him to you in the first place. Your curves make his mouth water. Nice tits and a nice big ass, just what he likes.

And your big booty is something that he loves. Seriously, Coriolanus can't get enough of it. And watching you sitting at your vanity in nothing but a white bra and panty set, hair up in rollers while doing your makeup for the dinner he's taking you tonight as his plus one makes him grin. Your white lace edged panties cling to your big booty just right and the way your plump ass sits on your vanity bench has Coriolanus mentally swearing to have you fuck him in his favorite position tonight when you get home from the dinner the University’s hosting for the Political Science majors of the Senior Class of 14 ADD (After Dark Days).

“Are you wearing the pearl jewelry set I got you for your birthday, Peaches?” Coriolanus asks you, buttoning up his crisp white dress shirt as he stands by his dresser- which has jewelry box open with his various cuff links (including pearl ones) and his chunky gold rings in it.

“Yes, Coryo.” You nod. Lightly dabbing your blending sponge on your face, you tell your boyfriend, “I’m wearing them; thought they'd look nice with my dress.”

Your dress is a strappy white gown that's form fitting. A dress that's hanging up on the door of your side of the walkin closet.

“I thought they'd pair nicely with your dress as well, my darling.” Coriolanus remarks while grabbing his pearl cuff links from his jewelry box and putting them on. “How much longer til you're ready, Y/N?” Your boyfriend asks, walking into thw walkin closet to grab and put on his dark maroon and white stripe vest and its matching dark maroon dinner jacket.

“Not long; maybe 15-20 minutes.” You assure him as he finishes getting dressed.

Coriolanus loves how sweet your booty looks with your clothes hugging it just right. He's always smacking it or grabbing it- a result of loving that big booty of yours. Whether it's in the privacy of his penthouse, that he moved you into, or out in public. He doesn't care, he just wants to feel your perfectly peachy ass in his hands.

But when he grabs your ass in public it's sometimes embarrassing.

Like tonight, his large hand keeps sliding south off of the small of your back to rest right on your plump ass. An ass that he loves, that he thinks looks perfect in the white dress you're wearing tonight for the formal dinner he's attending with you as his plus one. But it's not appropriate in the pre-dinner party cocktail setting, so you have to keep dragging his hand up and off your ass.

Despite standing around and talking to various people (high ranking people might you add since everyone at this dinner whether they're a professor, student, or plus one is a somebody in Capitolite high society- your own boyfriend included) Coriolanus has no shame and keeps grabbing your ass. It's very annoying. You even give him a slight side-eyed look, silently telling him to stop it. But your boyfriend has not shame; Coriolanus just gives you a loving smirk only to slide his hand back down to grab your ass again.

“You're gonna be my good lil cowgirl tonight, Peaches.” Coriolanus whispers into your ear, his baritone dark and lustful, while giving your butt a light squeeze as his friend Festus Creed along with his longtime girlfriend Persephone Price head their way over to you and your future political star boyfriend.

And you knew what he meant by his remark. He wanted you to fuck him in reverse cowgirl tonight so he can oogle and smack your ass. Oh, how his whispered promise of the night’s future events had your panties dampening.

Damn him.

Now you're stuck with wet panties all throughout tonight's long drawn out dinner. That bastard. Coryo always knows how to get to you.

And he knows the longer you're stuck in wet panties for the more desperate you'll be to fuck yourself on his cock once you get out of those panties.

What Coriolanus loves more then anything in the world is to stare at your plump, perfect ass while you ride him reverse cowgirl when you're fucking. Yep, he loves to watch your ass jiggle as you take him deep while bouncing quickly on his cock. It's one of his favorite positions for you to fuck in.

“Fuck. Your ass is so fine, Peaches.” Coryo groans as you quickly ride him, pushing your body quickly up and down while facing the foot of the bed. You're gripping his thighs in your hands, your nails digging into the skin of his sinewy muscles, as your knees frame his hip bones. “Yea, that's it baby girl, make that big ass jiggle for your man.” The platinum blonde orders, his deep baritone thick and husky, as his icy eyes are glued to your large, sweet ass cheeks as they bounce up and down as your tight cunt quickly takes his large cock in and out, in and out at a pleasurable pace.

Looking over your shoulder at your disheveled boyfriend, you give him a sultry smile. “You never get tired of watching my big booty as I ride you, huh?”

“Oh, Peaches, I told you when we first got together that I'm a tits and ass man; that the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend smirks. Reaching a hand forward, he grabs your ass and groans, “Your ass is perfect and it's all mine.” Giving your ass a hard smack, that echoed throughout the room and mingled with the led wet sound of your pussy fucking Coryo's cock, the platinum blonde orders, “Tell me your ass belongs to me, Y/N. Say it, Peaches, or you're not cumming tonight.”

And you know he means it. If you don't tell your possessive and obsessive boyfriend what he wants to hear that he'll take over, fuck you til he cums, and will leave you high and dry. He's done it before early on on your relationship when you played stubborn and didn't summit to him. But you learned your lesson; now you summit even if you don't want to.

It's all just dirty bedroom talk, right?

Coryo doesn't actually think that your ass belongs to him, does he?

No.

No, he can't.

He can't be that possessive and obsessive towards you, can he?

No, it's just bedroom talk. Dirty talk that gets him off.

“My ass belongs to you and only you, Coryo.” You tell your boyfriend in a high pitch mewl as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix; sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Goddamnit, I love your ass.” Coriolanus confesses, his tone tight and husky. Smacking your ass again, he orders, “Go on, fuck yourself fast and hard on my cock til we cum.”

Coryo didn't have to tell you twice.

You use the grip on his thighs as leverage, helping your upper body control your faster than lighting movements. Quickly, you impale yourself on your boyfriend's large cock- letting out whines and whimpers every time your special spongy spot deep inside of you gets hit just right by the large cock that's stretching your cunt open wide. Sweat rolls down your brow as mewls of pleasure escape your lips. With every move you make your pussy clenches; pushing you closer to your orgasm.

Coriolanus is loudly groaning out, “Fuck, baby.”, while watching your ass bounce up and down just right. His baby blues are blown black by lust and they're transfixed on your ass jiggling quickly. “Fuck, Peaches, I'm gonna cum soon.” Your boyfriend forewarns you of his upcoming orgasm. Grabbing your ass cheeks in each of his large hands, he uses his strength to slam you up and down his twitching cock at a punishing force.

“Coryo…I'm gonna cum.” You moan, nearly toppling over from the brute force of your boyfriend moving you to fuck his cock as if you're nothing more then his personal fuckdoll. The only reason you're not face first between your boyfriends spread eagle legs is because of the tight hold you have around his thighs- nails digging in so deeply that crimson’s trickling down the pale skin.

“Go on and cum, Peaches.” Coryo orders before groaning, “Cum so I can fill ya up with my seed; knock ya up.”

His husky words sends a jolt right to your aching cunt and suddenly you're cumming with a loud moan that's only one word: Coryo.

Coriolanus doesn't let you ride out your high gracefully. No. I stead, he slams you down even harder on his cock. His cum heavy balls begin to tighten up as he tells you, “You're gonna look so beautiful knocked up with my heir. Can't wait to see your tits and ass grow along with your belly swelling with our child.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your boyfriend curses before shooting a thick rope of his hot seed into your womb. Your name falls from his lips as he cums.

He pushes you forward, causes your butt to jiggle in his hands. Coryo smiles, his eyes shining with lazy lust, as he watches his cum slowly leak from your clenching, tight, abused hole like perfect pearls. Pulling you up to lay next to him, Coriolanus adjusts the two of you to cuddle so that his head rests on your tits while his hand holds your ass.

The two things on you that he absolutely loves; that attracted him to ask you out- causing him to fall obsessively, possessively, and madly in love with you.

Your tits and ass.

But if you ask him what he prefers on you, Coryo will honestly answer that he loves your large ass. Without a doubt, it's your big booty that really does it for him.

After all, he did give you the nickname Peaches because of his undying love for that big booty of yours. An ass that he thinks is the sweetest peach in all of Panem.

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[jasmineoolongtea]

hii!! i recently just started following you and i don’t wanna overload you with anything so i stress that i urge you to take your time and if you feel like you need to tweak anything then you can since i noticed you barely opened requests :)) i was just wondering if you could write something ( whether it be headcanons or a fic ) about gojo having a jujutsu sorcerer for a girlfriend / partner and his students don’t know so they’re all shocked when they just see this badass person next to gojo and he just casually introduces them as his partner lol. just a thought!! make sure to take care of yourself 💕

a/n: thank you smmmm for the kind words <333 yes omg i love this idea and honestly, i imagine gojo pretending to be chill on the outside but on the inside he's fangirling the same way his students are over his partner cause he's just so whipped and down bad for them jdjsndnsbd

"Shhhh! Quiet down, you two or you're gonna get us all caught." Nobara hisses through her teeth at Megumi and Yuji, trying her best to be quiet. It was quite a comical sight actually, the three students were all stacked on top of each other as they all attempted to crane their necks into the doorway as discretely as they possibly could.

"I still don't understand why we can't just ask like normal people." Megumi sighs, clearly exasperated at his friend's antics.

"You're such a buzzkill, Fushiguro." Nobara scolds him over her shoulder. It was like he didn't even understand the gravity of this situation.

This wasn't a situation where they could just waltz in and chat it up like regular unless they were intent on embarrassing themselves. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the current rising star of the jujutsu world: the newly minted special-grade sorcerer L/N Y/N who was famed for being highly elusive, never being in one place for too long to be tied down to somewhere.

Rumours and stories were constantly swirling about you ranging from the more serious ones about your incredible feats of jujutsu and how you managed to exorcise a grade 1 curse for one of your very first missions without breaking a single sweat to more silly ones like that you only wash your face with the purest spring water that was imported from the Swiss Alps and that allegedly you and Gojo Satoru were seeing each other. She thought the last one was particularly dumb as she was sure that a person of your calibre would have better taste than to date their man-child of a teacher, even if he was the strongest. Whatever it was, Nobara was not going to let those two ruin her chances of possibly being able to talk with you face to face.

Above her, Yuji groans out in pain as he feels an elbow jam into his stomach.

"Hey! That hurts!" Yuji complains loudly, his grip tightening around the wooden door frame.

"Can't you be in pain more quietly?" Nobara asks and with that, the two of them were sent into a bickering spat as they traded harsh whispers and snappy comments. However, this would prove to be their end as Megumi eventually loses his balance from all of the commotion above him and tumbles onto the floor with the other two following suit as they land in what can only be described as a failed human pretzel.

Unfortunately, their crash was not as quiet as Nobara was hoping for as one of the office's inhabitants stood up from his seat, seemingly made aware of their presence. "Oh? It seems like we have some eavesdroppers in our midst."

You hum to yourself, your back still facing the doorway as you turn to your white-haired companion. "Is that true?"

"Yes, I think I might know who they are as well. If only they would be so brave enough to reveal themselves." Gojo sighs dramatically, even bringing a hand to his chest as if to feign sympathy. You can't help but giggle softly at his behaviour.

The three of them take that as their cue to stand up, dusting themselves off as they slowly make their way into the office in a single file line. When Nobara sees you, she can't even let herself fully fangirl because the amount of embarrassment she has at getting caught trying to eavesdrop is far outweighing it right now.

Gojo makes his way towards his students as they stand lined up, his hands rubbing together and a devious grin on his face as he puts on his best menacing voice. "Now now now, what do we have here?"

"Satoru, take it easy on them. I'm sure they meant no harm by it." You place a hand on his shoulder as you stroll up to his side. His arms immediately fall to his side as he melts under your touch.

An adorable pout graces his features, his bottom lip jutted out in an attempt to put on his best puppy dog look as he whines at you, "Awww, but you're ruining my funnn. I don't get that many opportunities to do this."

"Sensei, they know you by your first name?" Yuji questions, his head tilted slightly to the side as he tries to figure out what relationship you two could possibly have.

A sly snicker is heard from Gojo as he quirks his eyebrows towards you. "They know me in a lot more ways than just that" he quips back, his tone bordering on being an outright innuendo.

You roll your eyes affectionately at him, clearly used to his playful nature by this point, and give him a light shove on the shoulder to which he pretends to exaggeratedly nurse in pain.

"Sorry for not introducing myself properly, my name is L/N Y/N and I'm a special-grade sorcerer here on a visit to Tokyo Jujustu High." You smile warmly at your boyfriend's students, your hands clasped in front of you as you greet them.

Nobara could feel her breath hitch in her throat as a million thoughts ran through her mind. Oh my god, you, her idol, were actually right in front of her and were acknowledging her. She swears she could die happy right this instance but that would mean that she wouldn't get to take full advantage of the chance to talk to you fully. With that, she snaps out of her star-struck daze and politely inquires, "If you don't mind me asking L/N-san, what are you here for?"

"Oh, they're here to visit yours truly, me!" Gojo chimes in, a megawatt grin on his face with a sense of pride radiating off of him as he motions to himself.

A tsk sound escapes Nobara, clearly distrustful of her teacher's statement. "Yeah right, they have way more important things to be doing than that."

"But it's true though! My lovely partner is here to pay a surprise visit to me!"

"There's no way that that's true. You and them?" As if to punctuate her point, she points at you and Gojo standing side by side and firmly shakes her head. "Nuh uh. They wouldn't date the likes of you."

A soft smack is heard as Gojo theatrically clutches his chest, stumbling back from where he stands to drape himself over you. "It wounds me to hear you say that Kugisaki." He claims, his expression twisted into one of faux pain. When he turns to face you, his demeanour suddenly switches as he leans in towards your ear, a roughish smile on his face with a faintly seductive lilt to his voice. "Maybe we should kiss to prove that it's true."

"Don't be crude, Satoru, they're your students and they're right in front of us." You try to brush him off of you in an attempt to spare his students from becoming witnesses to their teacher's love for PDA but he doesn't let go of his grip, instead choosing to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck as if trying to coax you to stay with him in his embrace. Like always, you relent to his touch with your fingers carding through his snowy locks, a soft sigh of approval leaving his lips.

There's a beat of silence as Nobara and Yuji try to process what they've just learned and the fact that they've just seen a visual confirmation of it before that peace is shattered and they erupt into a thousand questions. You field all of their burning questions ranging from ones about you to about your relationship with Gojo with grace, amused and endeared by their excitement and insatiable curiosity. Secretly, it warms your heart deeply that Gojo and his students are so comfortable with each other and that he can be himself around them without the pressure of the greater Jujutsu world on his back.

You turn to look at the clock and sigh at how fast time has gone by. "Alright, I'll see you at home Satoru and Megumi." You comment, packing up your belongings as you get ready to leave to attend to some business. Gojo leans down to your height as you place a lingering kiss against his cheek and wave him and his students goodbye.

Unblinking, Yuji and Nobara turn to each other and then to Megumi before they exclaim simultaneously. "You all live together!?"

Oh boy, Megumi knows he's going to be in for an earful with that.

[rosescovenwrites]

10th Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: pegging, spit kink, graphic descriptions of cum, threesomes mentioned, pegging, bondage, the Doctor's massive cock (needs a warning in and of itself)

a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

The absolute sweetest boy, he will clean you up, shower you off (might go for round 2 if you're up for it), cuddle with you, and do whatever you want. He gets hungry after sex so he will make you both a little snack.

b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)

The Doctor personally favors his hands because he knows how to use them (like fuck have you seen David’s hands, they do those close ups of them for a reason). Whether he’s touching your ass or your pussy, he knows how to get you riled up and ready to take him.

On a cheesy note he adores the cute faces you make when he’s fucking you and just in general. Sexually speaking, he loves your ass. When you're off on another planet he is shameless and grabs it when no one is looking (some planets physical affection in public is totally normal so if someone did catch him no one would bat an eyelash).

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums a lot and can do so several times in a session. Perks of being a time lord. His favorite place to cum is on your body in some way. If he’s taking you from behind he will paint your ass white with his cum. He cums inside you once you feel comfortable with that.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

The Doctor really enjoys being tied up sometimes and edged and vice versa. He would use his different ties and it is super hot.

e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

Being over 900 years old he has had his fair share of sexual partners.

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

The Doctor really likes the legs on shoulders position because he can penetrate you deeper and because he likes to look at you during sex. Normal missionary is too boring for you both.

g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)

This is the 10th Doctor we are talking about, so he can be goofy at times during sexy time. Sex isn’t always pretty like it is in the movies, silly things can happen. Sometimes when he is stressed he gets more serious and the sex is always ungodly hot regardless.

h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things clean and trims when needed.

i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

He is adorably loving and sweet, always checking how you are and he is a consent king. 

j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

Because he is always with you, he really doesn’t need to masturbate. Though there are times when he thinks he’s being sneaky and he masturbates in your shared bedroom in the Tardis and you walk in on him, he is adorable and turns bright red but you of course urge him to keep going. Mutual masturbation is also something you both partake in, usually as a form of foreplay but he does prefer to touch you himself.

k = kink (one or more of his kinks)

Praise kink 100%, you praise him, he praises you and it is so sweet

Sir kink, it makes him so fucking hard when you call him that

Edging, delayed gratification for both parties makes the orgasm so much better

Bondage, nothing too kinky but he loves restraining you with his ties or blindfolding you with one to heighten your senses

Spit kink, spitting in your mouth or you in his to taste each other’s juices/cum

Not sure if this is considered a kink but he is into him being fully clothed while fucking you and you being completely naked.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually in the Tardis of course (not when it's moving though that would be terrifying and no one would be handling the controls), specifically in the bedroom. He likes you both to be comfortable and the bed is typically the best place to do that. Sometimes in the bath or shower when the timing is right.

m = motivation (what turns him on?)

When you wear more revealing clothing or when you wear one of his iconic suits

Simple but effective when you bend over in front of him

When you tug on his hair during a kiss

When you’re confident, it makes him both happy and horny

n = no (something he wouldn’t do)

Nothing that would severely hurt or injure you, spanking and choking is hot but nothing too aggressive.

Nothing to do with bodily fluids (blood, urine, shit, etc.)

No dubious consent he is too sweet for that and it feels icky for him

No weapon play

o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves, loves, loves eating you out and he knows you feel so good because you pull on his hair a bit. On the other hand, he loses his mind when you suck him off because the noises you make and the sex in your eyes drives him wild and makes him absolutely feral. When you gag on it, it strokes his ego (clearly not the only thing being stroked ;) ).

p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The Doctor can be either depending on his mood. Regardless of pace he constantly checks with you because he wants to make you happy, safe, and comfortable.

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Usually, the Doctor likes to take his time with you when you have sex. He certainly finds quickies fun and thrilling but he loves to have longer intimate time spent with you. One time you had a quickie it was rough and dirty (which is usually how they go). Jack almost caught the two of you in the act, but he didn’t see anything but he knew because you both had sex hair and you still had his tie around your neck.

r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

The Doctor would take risks to an extent, but nothing too crazy. Public sex is not something he would be into because he loves you too much to risk that. However, he doesn’t mind going for a quickie in a bathroom or closet, maybe even in the parked Tardis with the door open if you’re both feeling a bit on the frisky side.

s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

He can go about 5-6 rounds and he usually can last anywhere from 10 minutes (for quickies) or 45 minutes (when he wants to take his time with you, he wants to make you cum as many times as possible).

t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

I feel like there would be a lot of like intergalactic sex toys you find along the way on your travels with the Doctor. I can’t be the only person who thinks how sonic screwdrivers look a whole lot like vibrators. 

On him, he would probably try pegging at least once, but I have a feeling he would really, truly enjoy it.

u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

As stated above, edging is huge for the Doctor both when giving and receiving. You tease each other an equal amount and are both switches. Sometimes he will whisper dirty things in your ear when you are out and about and gives you subtle touches but says you have to wait. You tease him too by sucking on a lollipop or popsicle or walking around the Tardis in one of his shirts and nothing else.

v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)

The Doctor is not afraid to grunt, moan, and be vocal about how good you feel. He also loves to praise the hell out of you and say things like “good girl” but also “my little slut” when he is being mean in bed or is in a mood.

w = wild card (random headcanon)

He would be down for a threesome, usually he wouldn’t want to share you because he loves you and only you (we love a loyal baby girl, 10 is so baby girl sometimes I swear). He might even fuck around with you and the Captain Jack Harkness. The Doctor has always been queer to me and there has always been undertones of that.

I know in the show he hates being called sir in a professional way, but when you say it during sex he loves how obedient and good you’re being for him.

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

You know the David Ten-inch joke and I know that’s MASSIVE but in my canon it is 100% accurate. 

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Doctor Who, more like Doctor Horny, this man loves to fuck. He can go multiple rounds in a night/day and has a pretty quick refractory period.

z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

I feel like the Doctor would be kind of energetic or “on a high” after sex since he’s not human, he would lie with you because you’re exhausted (especially after going several rounds) and he will eventually drift off to sleep beside you.

[muscle-red]

* ꒰ HIS HIGHNESS ꒱ •

* Warnings: amab body, Draconia reader, Reader’s Point of View, Reader kinda an OC, unprotected sex, chest play, overstimulation, blowjobs, edging, cum swallowing, Lilia’s a bottom, General Lilia mentioned.

*Word Count: 931

┆ Lilia Vanrouge x Male Draconia Reader ┆

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pale as a porcelain doll, Hair as dark as night, Eyes that shine brighter than any ruby. That was the beauty of Lilia Vanrouge.

Here was the fearless General of Briar Valley. Lying down, tied up, ready to take his king’s order.

His Cock was hard and pulsing. It clashed between the two male’s stomach’s. He could’ve easily broken the Ties that Are around his Wrists and eyes already but the thought of This turned him on tremendously as shown between his obvious arousal. The second he felt the tip in, he couldn’t help but Break out in a moan. His whole body twitched in pleasure as his Hole tighten around the length of the cock opening up his insides.

“I- H-Hold on a second! Ngh~ ahh Too fast!”

His eyes rolled back and he couldn’t help but close his eyes within his bind in bliss.

He was always stuck onto one (or two) person and too busy with the war to pleasure himself much less engage in sexual activities so all of this was new to him and his body.

You bit his shoulder every time he made a sound as you thrusted into him. It left a pretty mark on his pale complexion. Your fangs seemed to have broke his skin which caused blood but he didn’t seem to mind and even moaned in encouragement especially combined with the pleasure of your dick hitting a different spot in him that caused him to arch his back in total bliss.

“A-ah Your highness-“ his face got hotter and his voice staggered. The words seemingly got caught in his throat. You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lips but you pulled away before he had a chance to react.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking. More beautiful than any creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.” You cooed and eventually laid your mouth on his once again hungrily. He tasted better than any divine nectar, any 5 star meal Your personal chefs could cook up with. You begged for entrance and he quickly allowed. Your tongue quickly traced his fangs and your newfound territory, quickly claiming What is now yours. You pulled away for breath after a while . You took out your still harden dick and let it lay between your heated bodies. He whined from the lack of pleasure but was quickly replaced with a moan once again as Your mouth went down before reaching his chest and biting down on his nipples. Your tongue worked one nipple as your other hand played with the other. You rolled one nipple between your two fingers making his mouth You never knew how sensitive he was but here he was Moaning as if he wanted to be breeded with another Draconia heir. You let go of his nipples and quickly went down until u reach his still tighten hole. You quickly licked his hole as if you haven’t eaten in days. His voice came out hoarse and let out a long broken moan at the pleasure between his legs.

“S-Shit. F-FUCK.” His thighs quickly wrapped around your head.

“Gonna Cum! Ngh~ Gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!”

The white clear liquid Quickly layed spread on his stomach as you Licked it up tasting the salty but sweet taste.

You wrapped your mouth around the tip in order to get more of the taste and easily eased your way down the head. You then took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. Whether it was his mouth or cock, he tasted wonderful and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“I-I think I’ma c-c-cum again!!” You took your mouth out of his shaft before he could Cum. He whined at the loss of pleasure. You quickly lined up ur dick in his hole once again and entered his less tighten hole by inch. After a few seconds he quickly Gave you the green light.

“A-Ah Move-“

You quickly began to rock ur hips into him making a bunch of noises that squelched every time you thrusted. You could feel every inch of him. You buried your cock deep within him as both ur moans filled the entirety of the room.

“I’m close! please! I-“

You fasten the pace and sucked on his neck once again. He wrapped his legs around your waist off the bed and pulsed around your cock. He cried out before once again cumming between your stomach’s. Not much later Your quickly filled him up with your seed.

You two came down from your high and with a wave of his wrist, The ties quickly unraveled.

He laid down next to you with a flushed face.

“You alright?” You were able to stammer out.

“Mm.. I-Im good. Just tired I suppose. I feel quite young again though fufu~”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his Statement and once again, Lilia was the teasing bat that you came to know and love. You wrapped your arms around his naked Body and brought the covers to shield both of your bodies. He Laid his head between your neck and kissed it.

“So.. another round?”

“LILIA!!”

[catcze]

Hiii catte, just wanted to appreciate your work towards the whoreslay nation I EAT UP everything you put out.

Hmmmm as for wrio thoughts, maybe him making pink coloured tea after finding out it’s your favourite colour 😏 better yet, a pink themed tea party.

(yes I am encouraging you to write something self-indulgent because the yoinking accessories off your person fic has been rotting in my brain despite my irl aesthetic being like wrio. I just think it’s cute :])

Take care and have a lovely day/evening/night✨

anon i literally love youuu thank you for enabling me to be self indulgent tee hee ♡ take care too baby !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

It's something so offhanded— you hadn't expected him to give it much importance.

"Something wrong with the tea?" Wriothesley asks one afternoon, brows furrowing when he notices that you had yet to take a sip of your teacup. Instead, you had been staring at your drink for quite some time, lost in thought.

His question startles you out of whatever thoughts you were having, though. "What? Oh— no no, nothing like that. It's just... the color's really pretty," you tell him bashfully, a small smile on your face.

Wriothesley looks down at his own cup in thought. To him it's just... pink? It tasted good, don't get him wrong. Sweeter than some of the other teas he had served before, thanks to the dries strawberries and raspberries that had been infused into the tea. But he didn't realize that it was something you found particularly entrancing.

That one instance with the tea makes him notice something afterwards: you always had something pink on your person. Whether that be a charm, an accessory, a piece of clothing, or if your whole outfit was just the color pink. Even the color of some of the foods you eat— cakes with pink berry cream, milk colored pink with strawberries, you name it. If there's food with anything pink on it, chances are you're going to try it. Wriothesley honestly wonders how he doesn't realize it sooner.

When you walk up the stairs to Wriothesley's office, you're expecting it to be just any other afternoon tea session with him. Maybe, if he wants to spice things, he got his hands on a foreign blend that he wants you to taste. Maybe he brought some cakes and crepes from a new bakery in the city.

What you are not expecting, however, is for his dark and relatively industrial-looking office to be covered head to toe in pink.

All you can do is gape, mouth open as you try to take in the barrage of pastel pinks, creams, and whites that decorate the whole space. Even Wriothesley himself, who meets you at the landing of the staircase, has donned a little bit of pink against his otherwise black outfit— one of your pink neck ties replaces his usual red, and a heart shaped earring dangles from his ear, both obviously pilfered from your collection.

"What—" you can't help but giggle, giddy and overcome with wonder. "What is this?"

"Nothing special," your boyfriend says humbly, even though what he did means the world to you. "Just wanted to do something nice for you, is all. You really seem to like the color pink, so I thought to myself... giving you a pink tea party is definitely something I can do."

You can feel your heart swell, choking up because damn you love this man so much, and he loves you even more. You can't bring yourself to say anything, can't even will away the tears gathering in your eyes because you're so touched by this sweet, sweet man and all the love he's handed to you on a silver platter. You sniff, and you can already feel the waterworks coming.

Wriothesley panics when he sees the way your lip wobbles and the way your eyes shine with tears. He grimaces, hands immediately going to your arms to hold you and pull you close. And if anything, that just makes you cry even more.

"What's wrong, baby?" he murmurs into your hair, hand petting your back in an attempt to soothe you. You just hiccup, burying into his warm chest even further, neither of you caring about how you're getting tears on his shirt.

You cry for a bit more and Wriothesley lets you, cooing into your ear. He hugs you close, kisses your forehead, and runs his hands through the ends of your hair, carefully undoing any tangles. And when the tears die down, you pull away from his chest with a small sniff, just enough to be able to look at his face.

"All done?" He asks, and you nod, rubbing the tears from your eyes. No doubt you look like a mess— bitten lips, tear stains, swollen eyes and messy hair, but Wriothesley still looks at you like you're the only thing in this world worth looking at.

"Sorry," you begin, voice hoarse, "I- I just really love this—" you cast a glance around the room, eyes tearing up again, but you try your best not to cry this time. "And I just really love you. So, so, so much. You make me so happy," you tell him, leaning close and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Wriothesley's heart races. His face flushes and his hands shake and gods he can feel an itch in his eyes that he does his best to tamp down, because no doubt if he started crying, so would you, and the tea he worked so hard to prepare would go cold, and he can't have that. So he inhales deeply, wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb, and leads you by the hand to the pink table where your pink tea party awaits.

"I love you too, sweetheart," He murmurs, sitting across from you, still holding your hand over the table. "Forever and always."

[zombii-ships]

SDJ BOYS: KINK HEADCANNONS

sorry if these are ooc i was just brainstorming and bein a horny nerd

Jack

-World’s biggest breeding kink. Dude’s absolutely got a huge thing for claiming his partner, and he loves to watch his cum spill back out of them.

-Praise. PRAISE HIM. PLEASE. Tell him how good he makes you feel and he’s over the fucking moon. He’s so motivated by praise, the simplest “you’re making me feel so good” is gonna flip such a switch in his head.

-Makeup/Body Paint. Whether it’s seeing his partner in clown paint, painting their body and feeling them up, his own makeup smearing on them, or theirs running on their face, he loves it. Jack’s immediately down for round two if he catches a glimpse of his partner’s liner/lipstick on his chest.

-Foodplay. You thought whipped cream was just for the pancakes? Surprise surprise!

Joseph

-Size Difference. Loves feeling big compared to his partner, whether he’s topping or bottoming, he loves the difference. Loves seeing his partner in his clothes, especially his jackets and pajama pants. Put on something of his and its gonna ignite something in him.

-Voice Kink. He LOVES getting to hear his partner, if they make a noise while they stretch? He’s horny. Moan? Horny. Whisper in his ear? Horny. So so easily stirred if he’s the one who gets you to make noise for him, too~

-Hickies. MARK. HIM. UP. PLEASE. Dude absolutely loves getting to show off what his partner did to him, he wears them like badges of honor.

-Bonus, I know he’s an absolute FIEND for giving head and he loves just knowing that he’s pleasuring his partner. Dude’s a total pleasure top.

Shaun

-A nut for roleplay. Pet/Owner, Slasher/Final Survivor, Vampire/Prey, whatever, dude LOVES playing a little horny pretend with his partner.

-Masks. Ghostface, leatherface, pyramid head, gas masks, he loves the mystery there and he finds it really hot. Goes along with his roleplay kink, but either way, he’s super into it.

-Exhibitionism. Give him the go to make porn of yall and he’s gonna go nuts. Something about filming the deed or just you getting off turns him tf ON. Plus if he can go back and show you the footage?? “Look how pretty you looked here. Fuck- lemme rewind so I can hear that sound again~”

-Monster/Abnormal Toys. What’s a horror junkie without some monster dildos??

Nick

-Begging. Beg HIM. Beg him for whatever, doesn’t even have to be sexual, he just loves it. He just wants to hear you pleading with him, asking for his permission.

-Shibari. Let him make your body into art. The more intricate the better. Whether it’s simple ties or a whole full body production, it’s the artistry and the restraint that really gets him, plus seeing you wrapped up for the taking isn’t half bad either. Bonus points if he gets to do pretty harnesses and collars ✨

- Waxplay/Temperature Play. You or him, but mainly you I think. You’re the canvas and he’s the painter, and he’s obsessed with how you let him paint you. Whether it be pretty dark colored wax, gently touching you with ice, or just warm hands against your skin, he loves your reactions, watching you squirm between the different sensations.

-Oral Fixation. Don’t suck on his fingers unless you wanna rile his ass up

Ian

-Cosplay/Costumes. IF YOU LET HIM DRESS YOU UP he’s going to go absolutely feral. Ian’s a fashion fan, so seeing you in something he specifically coordinated to look good on you and to his personal tastes would have him going over the deep end. He’s literally obsessed.

-Blindfolds. Now I know he’s scared of being left alone, but I think he’d enjoy the rush of giving up control to you like that, letting you touch and trail over his body without knowing what’s next would have him super sensitive and needy in seconds. Plus if you let him blindly roam his hands over you?? He’s about to get SO handsy.

-Also a roleplay guy. He’s an actor, let him get into a role! Not only is he excited to make the bit convincing, but he might slip pretty deep into it, local man gets horny from improv.

-Body Writing. Write all your favorite things about him on his body, and let him put his signature on you?? Dude would be over the moon going about his day with your words of praise written on his chest, tummy and hips.

[oddlykilledghosts]

Ahhhhhh can i request one for jj?? Don't you think we need more jj in this world? 'Cause i think we do <3

Kook!reader asks jj if he needs help cleaning their boat (because she has a crush on him obviously), he harshly dismisses her but she looks upset so he breaks his harsh exterior and fluff fluff fluff

Need Any Help? - JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You, having a crush on JJ, want to be around him. What better than a day when his boat shows up broken down on your side of the island?

author’s note: so sorry for my requests coming so late! I hope you still enjoy it!

Also I know almost nothing about boats so if you do, please ignore all of my inaccurate information

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: JJ Maybank x kook!reader

The sun was blazing against your skin as you lingered around your dock. You were wearing jean shorts and your favorite bikini, having left any resemblance of a shirt back at your house at the shore. Sweat bubbled against your skin, leaving a sort of dewy look against your arms and chest. Lately the weather had been nice, but a little too hot for your taste. And yet your parents still wanted you to get outside and enjoy the sunshine. It was here now that you were trying to tan, but you had put your shorts back on after getting bored, and also after a few passing boats had gone by. You were looking at your phone, trying to figure out whether or not to text Topper to pick you up in his new boat. He had bragged about it the days before, and while you weren’t necessarily a boat person, it would be better than sitting alone any longer. Yes, you were bored enough to talk to Topper, who you never really bonded with that much. But your best friend Sarah was dating him, and that meant you spent a lot of time together whether you liked to or not. But he had nice boats, and you did like a boat ride. 

It was getting to be around that time that you were ready to summon your best friend and her boyfriend when a familiar boat pulled up close to your dock. It had written on the side in white paint the words HMS Pogue. You didn’t think the boy noticed you as he tied up his boat across from you, smoke slowly piling up from the engine. But you knew him. It was JJ Maybank, a pogue from The Cut. You knew him well. Your heart thudded against your chest, not knowing whether or not to announce your presence. Pogues and kooks didn’t always mix, and they both tended to make each other angry. You also happened to have, oh, just a tiny little insignificant crush on him. 

But because you have a brain, and didn’t want to scare him, you said, “Hey.” And started walking toward the end of the dock where he presides. You forgot about the fact that you weren’t wearing a shirt, but since it was summer and you were in your hometown of the Outer Banks, you didn’t think it mattered much. 

He looked up at you momentarily, seemingly unconvinced you were of importance as he started struggling to see what was wrong with his boat. “Hey.” He said, not really caring that he was the one at your dock and he was interrupting you and not the other way around. 

You didn’t really have anything else to do, but suddenly you were alone with JJ Maybank. Yes, JJ Maybank was ignoring you. But it was progress. You scooted yourself to the end of your dock and let your legs dangle off the end. You hoped your tan would cover up your blush, as this move made the proximity between the two of you much smaller. “Do you need any help?” You asked innocently, your voice soft and shy. 

“Not really.” He said without looking at you. His fingers were working on something in the engine but you couldn't see what it was. His hands worked fast and nimble, like he had done this many times.

“Well, how many times has your boat broken down like this?” You asked, trying to insert yourself into the situation in a hope to help. Your dad had plenty of extra parts or engines that could easily replace JJ’s faulty one, but you didn’t want to say it outright as it could sound similar to a Topper brag. 

“Really, Y/N, it’s none of your business.” JJ’s voice was gruff, seemingly frustrated. At the very least, you were just glad he remembered your name. You’d met on a few occasions, and you had fallen fast for his smile and his stupidity at parties, but you never really knew if he remembered you. 

“Well we have some extra-”

“Just fuck off, Y/N, I don’t need a Kook to try and tell me what I’m doing.”

A stab to your heart, you sat stunned for a moment while JJ went back to work. Rarely had you expected JJ, of all people, to talk to you that way. You got that he had a rough boy exterior but you could expect this from Rafe…not from a boy you had some silly crush on. Because that’s what it felt like now. Silly and limp and meaningless. The blush on your cheeks reddened, crawling down to your neck. 

You started to get up, but suddenly your legs felt like jelly, all numb in the knees. The nerves traveled down your legs causing you to slip and fall straight into the water. With nothing to hold onto, you fell with brunt force into the ocean. At first you were stunned again, then embarrassed, and when you reached the top of the water there was an arm reaching for you from above the depths. You took it happily, as the air from your lungs had been pushed out when you landed in the water. When you reached the surface you took gulping breaths like you had never experienced it before, climbing onto JJ’s boat and positioning yourself as far away as possible from the boy.

“I don’t have a towel to give you if that’s what you’re waiting for.” He said without looking at you again, however you noticed the sleeve of his shirt was now wet from when he pulled you from the water.

“Oh shut it, JJ.” You were formed into a little ball, your arms holding your knees to your chest. You used to be afraid of the ocean as a little kid and as embarrassing as this whole thing was for you, you just wanted to go cry in your room like you were eight again like when Rafe had called you mean names growing up.

“Oh, she remembers my name.”

When you didn’t respond, it was then that JJ looked at you. Your hair wet against your cheeks, droplets of water collected on your arm as the sun shone down on his boat. You looked utterly pathetic and upset, and he knew he was the cause of it. He turned away from the engine and crawled over to you, sitting next to you at the edge of the boat. 

JJ adjusted his hat, one that you had seen him wear many times and put his arm close enough to touch yours. “The engine’s been giving me trouble for a while. That’s what you were asking right?”

You nodded, not wanting him to see how much his comments had hurt you.

“Well, you see. John B- do you know John B?” You nodded again. “Well John B’s dad gave me this engine and if I get rid of it, or get another. It’s just not the same. So I fix it, every now and again.”

You put your chin on your knee and turned your cheek to look at JJ, “That’s stupid.” You say, but it made you smile that he cared so much about it. 

“Yeah well, I’m a stupid guy.” JJ furrows his eyebrows, like there was something deeper to his words. You knew what people thought of him, that he was a little reckless and carefree. But it didn’t make him stupid. 

You let go of your knees, still in a puddle of water that you brought onto the boat. “It’s going to crap out on you one day.”

“I think that day is today.” JJ looks at you, his eyes stop at yours for a few seconds before looking away. You never noticed before but JJ rarely looked at you harshly, he rarely looked at you at all. 

“Why do you do that?” You ask. 

“Do what?” He says that edge back in his voice, as if you’re accusing him of something heinous. 

“You don’t look at me.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. “Just look at me.”

He turned his head and your heart stopped short, “Well, you look pathetic.”

“Just what every girl wants to hear.”

“No I mean, you do. You fell into the water and that was-”

“Embarrassing.”

“Yes.” His adam's apple bobbed up and down while he swallowed, “But you also look gorgeous sitting there, and I’m trying to keep my cool.”

“Your cool? Man, I just-” You stopped yourself, not wanting to give away any bit of how much you had been crushing on this boy. “Thanks for helping me out of the water.”

“Couldn’t let you drown.”

“I wouldn’t have drowned.”

JJ smirked and squinted his eyes at you, “Never knew Kooks could swim.”

You scoffed, “You’re just making up bullshit at this point.”

“Maybe I am.” His hands were centimeters from yours. If you just nudged your pinky your hands would be touching. You sat for a second looking at them too long when JJ moved his hand over yours. His skin was hot like a furnace but it even felt nice in the warm weather. 

“Let me help fix it, we have spare parts.” You said, and when you turned your head up and away from your hands JJ was already looking at you.

“We could give that a try.”

[bubjuice]

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Felix Fickelgruber x fem!Reader HCS

!Warning(s)! Smut

(Also i wrote this instead of sleeping so im sorry if its crap)

♡~Romantic hcs~♡

- He is going to buy you expensive gifts whether you like it or not (man's is just extra)

- Every week he takes you to dinner with him at very fancy restaurants, so you can just chat, and have a moment to yourselves.

- He LOVES to spoil you, i mean the man has a lot of money to spend and a person that he loves so dearly that means he would buy the moon if you asked him to.

- With that in mind he just loves when you show him everything you bought ESPECIALLY clothes, he loves to see you trying it on for him and giving his on private fashion show.

- he is not a person very prone to cuddles but he finds it rather nice, so most of the time he just sleeps in his side of the bed and you would have to be the one to actually initiate contact.

- he definitely taught you how to dance at some point (totally not based out of that part in sweet tooth where dances with the policeman)

- He loves when you cook him homemade meals, makes him all fuzzy and warm inside, and even more if they are homemade sweets (for his massive sweet tooth)

- he gets so flustered when you call him a pet name in public, even more if its in front of the other members of the chocolate cartel, it's honestly adorable.

- Sometimes when he goes past some store and he sees a necklace, jewelry or even clothing that he finds strikingly beautiful, he just cant help it but buy it for you, and most of the time is something extremely expensive (I mean, he does have a refined taste but he probably also has a bit of a shopping problem...just a bit.)

♡~Smut hcs~♡

- Acts like he would be a top but in reality is a bratty sub

- I mean he can top if you ask him nicely (or push the right buttons...) but most of the time he just loves when you do all the work to make him scream with pleasure.

- But that doesnt mean he doesnt do anything in return, he would love to do anything you ask him to, but his favorite way of rewarding you is to eat you out like he's been starving for days on end (he just goes crazy when you ride his face)

- Loves to be tied with whatever you choose (Handcuffs, Rope, His own tie, doesnt matter)

- Loves to buy you expensive lingerie, he just goes wild when he knows you're wearing them

- one day after you two had sex in his office you ended up having to leave in a hurry and left your panties behind somewhere in his office and then just completly forgot about it, after that Felix developed an habit of always having at least one of your panties hidden in a drawer close by, so he can jerk off whenever he wants with the tought of you in mind.

- I just know this man whimpers during sex, i just can see it perfectly.

- If you tease him in public he just becomes a stuttering mess and can't even think straight, or form a coherent train of tought, he says he hates it (but secretly he doesnt)

- i feel like he would not be a big fan of hickeys or bite marks, due to the fact that it would be too noticiable and we all know how much he cares for his appearence so it deppends on where you would mark, but he's not totally against it as long as he can easily cover it up.

- he has an obsession with your legs, and he is easily turned on by it, loves to kiss them until he reaches your inner thighs.

[chocsra]

hello!

i’m so glad to have found this blog as i saw your lala land inspired fic awhile ago, and just as i saw going to open your account, tumblr refreshed💔

anyways, i ADORE your writing!!

if not too much to ask, may i ask for chuuya (whatever age you prefer) x fem reader with the one bed troupe? (enemies to lovers hehehe)

reader has a tendency to grab on and get on top of things in her sleep, pillows, sheets, attractive ginger men, you name it!

they wake up in each others arms, like literally TANGLED with each other

once again, many thanks for your amazing writing!

"Embers"

16! Chuuya x gn! reader

A/N: thank you sm anon! sorry i didnt get to this sooner omg 😭😭 also omg i was contemplating whether i should do the petty enemies to lovers like in my lala land oneshot or like hatred. kinda did a mix of both but since the req said enemies to lovers i made it more mean 💔💔 sorry for the language guys i swear a lot. also after writing is i realise there are no gender descriptions so enjoy

content: swearing, slowburn, denial, fluff, enemies to lovers, subordinates, mafia work

"Fuck you,"

A cold air chilled through the night's breeze, you had just completed a tough mission for the Port Mafia. A planned out heist only prestigious members of the mafia could carry out. And here you were, with probably the subordinate you'd rather tear your own ears off than be next to. Chuuya Nakahara, a jewel smuggler known for his deadly duo named Double Black, with Dazai Osamu.

There was practically nothing to like about him - as a person, friend or subordinate. Upon your hang outs with the Flags - a mafia subgroup composed of young blood, his contribution to the group was like an angry fucking dog.

"I didn't even fucking say anything," you respond dryly, irritation laced in your voice. The hotel you were staying at for the time being was pretty grand. Only problem is, among slamming your items down on the cold wooden floor, blood slithering in the cut flesh of your stomach; there laid a king sized bed, clean and fresh, the silk matress looking as tempting as ever - but fuck, there was only one of them.

"You fucked up my flow." your subordinate hissed, clicking his tongue in annoyance before running to the bed, contaminating his dirty ass on the damn bed by laying on it. "Well fuck you too!" you shout, following him to pull him off the bed. "You're gonna make the bed dirty you shithead!" you tug on the sleeve of his arm annoyed, the ginger looks at you offended, the sweat from the hot air from outside making his orange locks stick to his forehead. "It's not like I'm sleeping on it?!" he retorts, letting his arm get dragged by you off the bed.

"Well obviously..!" you scoff, crossing your arms as his low-lided stormy grey eyes bored into yours. You can't lie, he had medium to longish hair tied in a low ponytail and.. You could almost pinch yourself for thinking of that, fuck yourself, [Y/N]. "Y'know what, just fuck yourself, man!"

...

It's been about 30 minutes, and you've got to calm yourselves down just a little bit. Since there was no couch in the hotel, you begrudgingly agreed to let him hang around on the bed and then sleep on the floor. You had your hair down, and wore some loose pjs.

"How did I fuck up your flow again?" you ask in a whisper, muttering into a pillow. "Mm, you attacked too early, I wasn't able to get my flow, ya know?" the boy arrogantly side eyes you, you snicker mockingly in response. "It's because you're such a fucking tryhard." you answer, pulling the thick blanket over yourself. "Tsk," he clicks his tongue in irritation yet again, turning away from you slowly as he sat on the bed. "I'm not a tryhard, I'm just that good." the redhead responds, you could almost taste the smirk on his stupid little face right now.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

Neither of you reply after that. A soothing, comforting silence fills the room, he watches as you eyelids get heavier, and you finally close them and seem to drift away to sleep. The teenager thinks to himself: he likes you the most when you're not talking, specifically asleep; but truthfully, he shouldn't like you at all.

2 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. "I hate you," he whispers, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face.

5 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. "That was a joke, by the way." the ginger says to your sleeping figure, "Not like as in 'I hate you' that's a joke. I fixed your hair as a joke, it was bothering me." an expected silence filled the room as your reply.

11 minutes pass, and he's still on the bed. Maybe Chuuya Nakahara is just a creep that likes to watch people sleep as a hobby. "I'm gonna go now.." he whispers to himself, but as if a scene from a horror movie played, your sleeping figure grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt.

"..[Y/N]?" the ginger murmurs in confusion, slowly turning his head around. You sleepily let go of your pillow and wrap your hands around him - the same kid you'd rather rip your own ears off than talk to him, by the way.

Chuuya Nakahara doesn't remember much from that night. He remembers the cold chilling air, pulling you closer to him, he remembers counting the freckles on your face, admiring your eyelashes and how your hair gets matted from the pillow, worst part of all; he remembers telling you something that isn't 'I hate you'.

"You look stupid," he mutters in your ear, his hands were snaked around your shoulders as rumpled hair and half-closed eyes were all that's in sight. "..You look pretty too, though."

He swore to not to talk to himself ever again after that.

...

It was a peaceful morning, the tinge of the sun's rays rained down on your skin, and you felt practically engulfed by a heater, almost like you were hugging one.

Unfortunately, you found your arms wrapped around your subordinate, Chuuya's waist. And you found him sleeping with his lips brushed against your forehead, his arms cradling you with such gentleness you never thought he out of all people could have.

2 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "..Chuuya?" you murmur, watching how the sun kisses his hair's colour ever so beautifully.

5 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "I hate you, y'know? How'd we even.." you trail off, noticing and counting the freckles on his face: 1.. 2.. 3, fuck!

11 minutes pass and you're still buried in his warmth. "That was completely serious by the way, I really do hate you-"

"Do you talk to people in their sleep as a weird hobby or something?" the redhead mutters with closed eyes, horrifying you with the fact that he was awake.

"What the actual fuck-"

[galeorderbride]

The last prompt you did was SO good! ♥️

Thinking a combination of…. *drum roll please*

16, 17, 31, 37, 51 and 60!

All for Gale.

Prompts:

16: touching noses

17: laying your head on someone’s shoulder

31: holding someone by the waist

37: smiling while kissing

51: slow dancing

60: sitting on their lap

Thank you anon! I didn’t think the prompt would take off the way it did since it was so short! I accept the challenge of 6 prompts in one!! Let’s goooo

Rating M (again no actual sex but a lot of touching and I like things sensual hehe) Fluff, sappy self indulgence.

Gale x F!Tav 

Words: 1331

How about a little post-wedding slow dance action with Gale x Tav? I imagine Gale’s family is huge, and the wedding would be big and splendid as all things in Waterdeep are. Introverted tav is maybe a bit overwhelmed, and the two of them have a sweet moment at the end of the night :) 

...

A Private Moment

Gale wasn’t joking when he said the Dekarios clan came from far and wide. Tav saw the extent of his family tree at their wedding, nearly one hundred guests attending the reception, all looking to meet his new bride. After so many introductions, Tav started referring to herself as Mrs. of Waterdeep, just to make herself laugh and stave off the social anxiety that grew with each tap of her shoulder. She was never good around crowds, not like Gale, who could drum up conversation with every type of personality. His family were all kind people, intelligent and generous, but Tav was simply not made for mingling. A small wedding would’ve suited her beautifully, and Gale would have granted her that, but to see him surrounded by loved ones, enjoying each taste of happiness available, that was far too good to pass up. 

He was positively ethereal, dressed in off white robes lined with golden accents. His hair was tied half up, the bottom layer still smelling of his sandalwood soap. Moonlight painted his skin a dashing shade of baby blue, as the lamplight from his tower led them away from the waning wedding party. They walked hand-in-hand, Gale leading them up the stairs to their bedroom. One she’d slept in countless times since coming to Waterdeep with him, but tonight, it felt brand new. Shared with her husband. Husband…would that word ever stop giving her pleasant shivers? 

While the wedding was beautiful, courtesy of the decor skills of Morena, Tav was most excited to be alone with Gale. The panicked rhythm of her heartbeat soothed, worries over whether she said the right thing fading. To see him smiling in the quiet of their room, tipsy from champagne and joy, nothing else in the world mattered. 

“Your chambers await, Mrs. Dekarios,” Gale said as they reached the door, opened for her as if welcoming royalty to court. Tav giggled, curtsying as she stepped into the bedroom. 

He simply wanted an excuse to see her at every angle, heart swelling with adoration as Tav twirled around. The hem of her elegant wedding dress flowed around her ankles. Kicking off her shoes, she sank onto the bed, exhaling her anxiety out as she felt the fresh sheets against her back. The shine of the ring on her finger reminding him that they belonged together, sworn to one another through eternal vows. What else could he possibly ask for? 

“Are you going to join me, husband?” Tav asked, still laying on the bed, her feet dangling off the edge in a playful sway. 

Gale removed his jacket before climbing above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. His legs moved between hers, the fabric of her dress bunching around their knees as her toes moved up his calves. Desire fogged his mind, watching her eyes glisten with tender lust, an image he’d never tire of. Temptation overtook him, lowering his head down to press his lips passionately against hers. Tav smiled into his kiss, giddy from the remnants of wine and frivolity now transforming into wanton affection. Sweet mint and champagne bitterness lined his mouth, electric along her tongue. 

The night could’ve ended there, the yearning to feel her skin against his for hours enough to send his heart into overdrive. But something stopped him, remembering how nervous she was during the wedding party, overwhelmed by the crowd of guests at every turn. That’s why he brought them back to the tower early, to give her the special, private moment she deserved. 

Leaving the kiss, Gale grinned, overcome with happiness at the sight of her under him. Buttery, youthful blush glowing on her cheeks. He brought the tips of their noses together, brimming with heartfelt devotion. 

“You are all of everything, my love. I’d follow you into the high tide if you asked,” he said, voice faint. They were words shared only between them, undeserving of all ears but Tav’s. “Will you dance with me one last time, beloved?” 

No one spoke like him, a regular reminder of how lucky Tav was to have pulled him out of that portal. How fortunate to know he fell in love with her at the same moment she did: at first sight. Dancing with him until the end of time made for a perfect heaven. 

With the snap of his magical fingers, the piano in the corner played a gentle tune. A light and harmonious waltz floating between them. Gale lifted her off the bed, his hands capturing her waist as they swayed to the centre of the room. She felt the press of his wedding ring sliding along her back, fingertips embedding into her hips as he held her impossibly close. Pressed against his chest, Tav leaned her head on his shoulder, soul melding with his own. A bright morning enlivening the night of their weary souls. A strong desire to weep enveloped Tav, lost in the warmth of his glorious aura. They were not near enough until they became the same person. 

“I know you prefer the solace of the quiet. Forgive me for making you go through with a big wedding,” he said, resting his cheek on her head as she leaned on him. 

They continued to dance as they spoke, Tav’s arms hugging his shoulders, Gale caressing every inch of her hips, waist and ribs. If there were a thousand ways to touch her, he’d find a way to do all of them in one, treating every moment as an eternity. 

“Everything was perfect, Gale. Seeing you smile, laughing and dancing with your mother, so full of life. I wouldn’t trade this night for anything. Please, there is nothing to forgive, just be here with me. Enjoy this beautiful moment,” Tav said, planting kisses on his neck and ear between her words of affirmation. 

Music ceased just as she finished speaking, parting from their dance and simply gazing at each other. Love and longing floating with each glint of their eyes connecting. Tav grinned, letting her fingers trail from his shoulders down to his forearms, landing on his hands still tied to her waist. Guiding his fingers to pull the ribbon of her dress, his breathing hitched, the fabric falling to the floor. A silk slip remained, downy and heavenly against him, hem ending at the mid-thigh. Beauty unmatched, so magnificent he wondered if she was a figment of his mad imagination. No, not with the vivid heat of her body, the sharp exhalation as his hands found their way to the part of her legs meeting the nightgown. His mind couldn’t conjure her if he tried. 

Gale distracted her by waving at the piano again, playing another lilted song. He took her off guard when he effortlessly lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist as she let out a beaming laugh. That lusty smirk spread on his face, one she’d gotten to know so well, his big brown eyes thinning with a cloud of desire. Telling her exactly what he had in store for her, and never failing to keep her attention. 

Candles glowed against his divine skin as he sat them on the side of the bed, Tav seated comfortably on his lap. Dim light illuminated the tapestry of his wondrous body, Tav struggling to decide where to put her hands when she wanted desperately to have them everywhere. She settled on his cheeks, kissing him softly as he held her close, arms addicted to her waist. This night had just begun, and already, it was more than perfection. 

Pausing their kiss for air, Gale said, “Now, I do believe it’s time for me to share some private vows for my blushing bride.” 

Tav tightened around him, the corners of her mouth beginning to ache with all the smiling. “More vows? How could I say no?” 

Gale chuckled, gently biting her bottom lip before he said, “Let me set the mood.” 

With that, he blew out the candles. 

[villainbait]

Unexpected Inspiration

Pairing: Rafayel x reader Rating: E | Explicit | 18+  Tags: stalking, flirting, obsessive behavior, obsession, fantasizing, fantasy bondage, implied non-con Summary: Even though you’re not her, it would be all too easy and Rafayel plans to take full advantage of the situation. However, you don't play along quite like he planned. Word Count: 700~

A/N: I saw someone posting headcanons about rafayel stalking MC and it gave me an idea. This is just sort of me studying his psyche in a different way that's a bit darker. Hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. ♥

“I know, I know.” Rafayel whines, his lower lip jutting out even though the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see it. “I said I know, alright? I’ll stay away from her until the time is right like I promised. Don’t be such a killjoy.” 

He was standing outside the art shop, debating whether or not he wanted to paint. Everything had seemed so dull lately after seeing her on campus and he was desperate for anything to catch his eye. In fact, he had replayed the glimpse of her so much he was starting to hallucinate as he watched you hurry towards him before turning sharply and entering into the shop. Fate had never been that kind, but today she was cruel.

“Gotta go.” He hangs up the phone abruptly and follows you into the art shop, brushing his bangs from his eyes with a practiced gesture.

You weren’t her and a pang of disappointment shot through his gut. Yet, you looked so much like her that the two of you could've been sisters in this lifetime. As he followed you around the modest paint shop, he realizes that it has been hard for him to stay away from her and you…well, you came along at the perfect time. 

It was all too easy. 

You were looking at canvas options when he approached and asked what it was you wanted to paint. He could tell you thought he was attractive, but that was to be expected and he was unimpressed by your compliments. Though you shrugged off his casual touch, surely you were just shy. He made you laugh and could tell you were enjoying the unexpected interruption. 

However, after some flirting and fun banter he thought you’d be an easy mark.

But you just left. 

That bothered him. That irked him. He was put out by your soft rejection and easy dismissal. 

So he followed you, intending to soothe his injured pride, but something in the way you interacted with this cold, insipid world stopped him. He watched as you knelt to gently touch the petal of a flower growing in one of the many planters along the street, half-expecting you to pluck it. When you merely appreciated its violet beauty with the soft stroke of your finger before moving on, Rafayel hung back and found himself curious about a human for the first time in a long time. 

Rafayel was curious about you.

Rafayel dogs your steps over the next week and hits the jackpot, finding that you live in a quaint but cozy condo by the sea. He finds his thoughts dipping into dangerous territory, but he can’t seem to stop. In those brief moments he heard your voice over the last week, he couldn’t stop from imagining how you would sound writhing in pleasure underneath him. Would your cries be just as sweet? 

He slides his thumb idly across his lower lip just thinking about how you’d taste. How would you sound begging, desperate for release that he would continue to deny you? The mere thought of seeing you cry because of him made him more aroused than he’d been in at least a century. He knew you’d look so pretty all sprawled out and clinging to him, reduced to a needy mess that couldn’t even remember her name. 

The thought of you being tied up and helpless almost undid him as he leaned against the lamp post adjacent to your building entrance. Rafayel wondered what hues your pretty skin would turn once he unraveled you. Would your skin look mottled, an echoing pattern reminiscent of the foamy sea or would you simply flush a darker vermilion hue? How brilliantly those colors might translate to a canvas once he was done using your body as one. 

Feeling inspired, Rafayel continues to wait outside of your building, casually soaking in the waning sunlight and waiting to catch glimpses of you inside your apartment. For a while, he admires the way you set up your canvas on the balcony, preparing your paints with practiced ease before you finally sit down to stare out at the sea. 

He couldn’t clearly make out your expression from where he stood on the street, but the very fact you seemed to long for the same sea as he did made him want you with a sudden aching desperation. Rafayel had to have you. His mind made up, he saunters across the street, whistling a soft tune. 

There was no other way for this to end now. 

[donghoonie-3]

out of curiosity: what do you think Sunghoon's kinks are that he is most embarrased/shy about?

Warnings: cum eating, mommy kink, edging, overstimulation, punishments, pegging, spit kink.

NOTE: these are all kinks that I personally think he'd have. This doesn't mean everyone else will think the same and definitely doesn't mean that its all true !!! Please don't come for me 💀

I think he's really kinky in general and he'd be willing to try nearly everything but hmm his kink he's shy about 🤔

I think he'd lowkey be into cum eating, whether its cumming inside of you and then eating you out, tasting his own cum while doing that or if you "feed" him his own cum. Not that he likes the taste of it but because it makes him feel so dirty in the good way? Idk how to describe it sksbsn me and @hoonieswhore talk about it sometimes 🤭

I think he has a mommy kink too, if you get him really subby he might slip up and call you mommy then get really embarrassed about it so makes sure to comfort him when he does <3.

Sub hoon would love to be tied up and edged or overstimulated, he loves the pain so much. Which reminds me he's a sucker for pain <3 pull at his hair or slap him anywhere and he'd be so close to cumming <3.

He LOVES punishments but won't ever admit it because not only is he shy but he doesn't want you to tease him for it.

I think hes open to pegging so if he tried it before he started dating you and ends up liking it he'd be too shy to ask you to peg him, he might hint at butt plugs or smth and slowly give you hints to peg him if he really wants it.

I think he also has a spit kink, whether he's domming or subbing, spitting in your mouth or you in his, he likes it either way <3.

Bonus: he's a clean freak but he doesn't mind too much if you make a mess out of him (spread his cum all over his lower body or spreading his own spit on his face, etc.) as long as you clean him after if he's too tired to do anything else after you ruin him <3.

[rabbitsrams]

The inexperienced fics are melting me atm. What about them experimenting with different kinks and stuff?! God you’ve changed my life 😭

hey anon wow ur so right...

btw im not really into that many kinks, specifically more hardcore ones, so i will likely leave a good amount of things out and probably won't rly write about them just bc of my personal preferences.

kinks included: praise kink, spanking, bondage/blindfolding, light choking, roleplaying, voice kink, hand kink, hair pulling kink.

(i can do a part 2 of things i missed cuz there's a lot more i wanna write)

(also should i make a masterlist of all of these lc schlatt fics?)

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

so to start off lightly schlatt is already very aware of your praise kink and hand kink. he's not dumb, he sees how you look at them. and he sees how you react when you get an answer right in class.

okay but like his hands are so fucking sexy like. you already know. and i feel like he just knew you would go absolutely crazy once he was able to get his hands on you.

you literally spent like 5 minutes examining his hands and his fingers right before he fingered you for the first time. and you have a specific fixation with his long ass middle finger (cuz who wouldn't).

and from there you want his hands anywhere and everywhere on you. including around your neck.

one day while you were doing stuff you just impulsively took his hand and placed it on your neck. and he just freezes.

"you want me to do what?"

"just... you don't need to squeeze. but keep it there, please." oh he's absolutely done for.

going back to praise kink. it's kind of in his nature to compliment you and tell you how good you feel. but i feel like he would just double it because of how much you love to be praised.

when he calls you a good girl for the first time. on the floor. crying. screaming. and he fucking loves how you react when he calls you that so he does it all. the. time.

constantly calling you pretty and beautiful and telling you how good you're taking his fingers/cock. grr bark bark i need him.

okay also he's so into you pulling his hair. like. oh my god. you always find a way to do it whenever he's eating you out and he practically melts every time.

and just in general he loves it when you play with his hair whether it be while you're cuddling or while he's giving you the best head of your life.

asking him to spank you. he's really hesitant and doesn't wanna hurt you but you insist. he starts off rly light and gentle and you kind of have to push him a bit to do it harder but once he does oh boy you're done for. he's just so fixated on how your ass jiggles when he spanks you...

the first time you have phone sex is when you realize you have a bit of a voice kink. just hearing him speaking to you in that low tone about all the things he'd do to you if he was there... god damn.

AND THEN LATER YOU ASK HIM IF HE CAN BLINDFOLD YOU SO HE TAKES ONE OF HIS TIES AND COVERS YOUR EYES WITH IT. AND HE JUST. TALKS ABOUT WHAT HE'S GONNA DO TO YOU AND PRAISES YOU AND EVERYTHING OH MY GOD SEND ME TO THE ER IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK.

i feel like he's really into roleplay but is really embarrassed about it. he thinks it's cringe but is pleasantly surprised to hear you're kind of into it.

you're both really awkward when trying to do it but that mostly results in a lot of giggling bc it is kind of cringe but who really cares.

yeah you also practically begged him to let you tie him up. :) he didn't know how much that turned him on but... wow.

he really wants to touch you while you're riding him BUT HE CAN'T BECAUSE HE'S RESTRAINED!! so he begs and begs and begs for you to untie him so he can touch you but you refuse. gets super whiny and whimpery🥺🥺

one day after he came back from his dorm he was greeted to the sight of you naked and tied to his bed :D oh he went so crazy there he practically came on the spot.

he gave you a taste of your own medicine too, teased you a fuck ton that had you turning into a whimpering mess <3 you had to BEG him to do something arhejghjdfdfvjkfd and after you did? best sex of your life.

[argisthebulwark]

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

summary: Whether it's a matter of circumstance or personality, you know you're wrong for one another. Even this fact cannot seem to keep you apart. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used feat: Miraak, Brynjolf warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics (not abusive). explicit sexual content - minors should not read or interact.

"This cannot continue." Miraak's voice remains stern, though his words are entirely betrayed by the fingers digging into the back of your skull. His hips buck into yours as you wrench open the front of his robes. You seek the skin beneath, carelessly digging past his carefully tied sash. "You say that every time," you remind him, spurned on by long fingers grasping your thigh. Dragging you impossibly closer Miraak grunts, his grip on your hair guiding your lips to his. He tastes of blood, the healing potion you'd forced down his throat tingling against your mouth. "This time I mean it." He lies into your mouth, words dissolving into moans when you bite playfully at his lower lip. "We can do this no longer, Dragonborn." Every time is the last time. Every parting is meant to be final yet you cannot stop the need that pounds through your veins upon every meeting. Promising yourself that it will be the last time you savor Miraak's touch, the wicked pleasure of his sinful lips on your skin. "You will be my demise." Miraak sighs when your legs tangle around his waist. You need him close, desperate to feel every inch of him. "If this truly is our last meeting," your voice sounds too high when his fingers trail down your body, arousal clouding your thoughts. "We should enjoy ourselves." Kissing him feels like breathing, so natural and necessary. Shoving down thoughts of sentimentality you struggle to focus on the moment, the tantalizing way his fingers trace down between your legs. You can never let him know how deeply he has carved himself into your heart. "I will miss the way my name sounds on your tongue, Dragonborn." Gods, he knows exactly what he's doing. Heat shoots through your veins at the kind words, his teeth leaving selfish marks down your chest. "And all the sounds you make just for me." "You don't have to." Embarrassment stings at your throat when you clutch his hand, earnest as you meet his dark gaze. "It doesn't have to end." "Oh, my Dragon." You hardly hear the rest of his words over the blood racing in your ears. You've never felt so exposed, stripped bare under his eyes as he tears you apart with each word. "If only the gods would permit me to love you the way I intended to."

"Stay out of my way." Brynjolf's harsh whisper cuts through peaceful silence of a slumbering home. Undisguised hate simmers in his gaze but you know he won't strike. Despite the blood trickling down his throat he refuses to unsheathe his weapon, choosing only to scoff as he shoves your blade away. "If you let me go first, your job would be a hell of a lot easier." You tease, skipping after Brynjolf while he stalks away. Despite the taunting you're endlessly impressed by the way he moves, the easy gait that doesn't make a sound. Clearly trying to avoid you, Brynjolf crouches before the safe once more. In the dim moonlight you catch the flustered red of his cheeks as he sweeps away his hair. Arousal stirs deep within you at the thought of burying gloved fingers into that hair, exposing his stubbled throat to your teeth. You want to keep Brynjolf teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, to know how that voice would sound moaning your name and pleading for more under your hold. "Stop lookin' at me like that." He murmurs, fingers so delicately fussing with his lockpicking tools. "Like what?" "Like you're, well." He chuckles as the safe clicks open, eyes dragging over your armor in a way that heats your blood. "Who knows what you're thinkin'. You assassin types ever think about anything other than killing?" Your contract's all but forgotten at the sight of him. Brynjolf's head cocks, that leather armor not hiding a bit of his toned body. Gods, you want to leave him seeing stars. His eyes flutter when you kneel before him, lowering your cowl just enough to reveal your face. Twisting your fingers through his hair elicits the most delicious sound from his throat. All his insults, all those silly little morals are forgotten at the first touch. "We shouldn't." He whispers, the crack in his voice betraying the weak protest. Skilled fingers wander curiously over the seam of your armor as you lean closer, ready to enact all those filthy fantasies from nights alone in a frigid Sanctuary. "I won't tell anyone if you won't." His pulse is erratic when your lips graze over his, so eager for more. "It'll be our little secret."

[somekindofcontraption]

"Acceptable Violence" in OFMD Season 2: deconstructing violence within the context of the show's parameters

I've been doing a lot of thinking about violence and the second season of Our Flag Means Death. I've come to some conclusions that I would like to share, but I would like to preface my thoughts with a disclaimer or two:

I did not like the second season, for myriad reasons, some of which I will outline here. But I am not here to attack you if you liked the season. I am not here to make commentary on who you are as a person or your personal taste if you liked the season. My not liking the season does not mean you can't like the season. In short: my dislike of the season is not about you at all! Also, this is not an academic paper. Which doesn't mean I might not do that in the future, but for now this is just an assembly of analysis and thoughts. If you do not care to read analytical criticism of something you deeply enjoyed? I invited you to scroll onward. If you liked the second season but would like to hear some of the reasons why many, including myself, didn't - carry on! The rest is under the cut.

The first season of Our Flag Means Death dips its toes into the world of piracy by following the unfolding story of Stede Bonnet, the newly minted former aristocrat-turned-pirate who dreams of a new sort of piracy; a gentler, more polite means of pirating. Things, as they said, did not go according to plan. The first season does an excellent job of laying the complex groundwork for an in-world set of principles which tell us what sort of violence is "normal" or "acceptable" in the context of the show and what isn't. (Please assume from here on out that when I say acceptable and normal the "quotes" are implied, as I am not talking about what is acceptable and normal in real life.) It does this through narrative framing, by softening more intense instances of violence through comedy and by pushing it off-screen, and by establishing who is a good guy and who is Not. Unacceptable: Stede Bonnet getting beat on, tied up, and bullied by the Badmintons and their ilk as a child. He's soft and likes flowers! He's got a mean dad! No one likes bullies! It's framed as a negative, it's not super funny (the camera cuts to Stede's face both in the past and present looking distressed, and Stede is the hero, so this can be generally accepted as bad.) This leads us to: Acceptable: Badminton getting whacked over the head and falling on his own sword. This I would categorize as what people have been referring to as "looney tune violence." He was a bully! He's part of a colonial navy! He was being absolutely horrible to Stede! It's funny that Stede is so inept!

Stede feels guilty about it, it causes him trauma, but that trauma is treated, quite often, comedically (see Badminton's "ghost" taunting him, characters treatment of his breakdown, etc). The context clues for whether or not this is acceptable violence are baked right into the writing, too. Oluwande says - claiming that Stede killed Badminton on purpose would gain him the respect of his crew. This is violence that in-world is both acceptable, expected, and also respected for the captain of a pirate ship. (See also: Murdering and/or tying up the remaining British navy crew and putting them through the same thing Stede went through. It's framed as triumphant, Stede having been vindicated, the crew celebrating it as a victory.) Unacceptable: Stede's concept of "soft piracy" of course comes crashing down when his whimsical attempt to woo the Spanish navy is cut short by his getting gut-stabbed.

Stede and the crew are being framed as the heroes of the story and the Spaniards are framed as the bad guys; this setup is why this violence, while totally within the realms of something our crew would do, is categorized as unacceptable. It's also important to note, however, that while it could have been quite a bit more graphic and disturbing if shot differently, the swelling symphony, the comedic cuts of the Spaniards triumphantly getting their ass kicked, softens the blow. Other acceptable instances of violence: The snail fork - horrifying if you think about it, but the narrative softens the blow. The guy was just really racist, giving us a sense of vindictive pleasure, and the violence is all off-screen (we don't actually have to see someone getting skinned with a snail fork). The French ship - again, horrifying if you think too much about people trapped on a burning ship in the middle of the ocean. But, they had all just been huge racist shit-heads who had harmed our heroes. In the context of the narrative, it is framed as being justified. We also don't actually see anyone burning to death, and we get a very funny shot of Ed looking at Stede in awe, and Stede looking very please with himself, confirming in-narrative that this was okay. Other unacceptable instances of violence:

Karl the bird - Jack is framed as an antagonist; he comes between Ed and Stede, obstructing the narrative subplot. Buttons, and by extension Karl, are part of the crew, the heroes. When Karl dies Buttons is devastated, everyone looks uncomfortable, and it's the last straw for Stede to kick Jack off the ship. Plus, there's the an "innocent character" thing similar to Stede as a child getting bullied; Karl was an animal, with no defenses, who did nothing wrong.

Finally, of course, we arrive at the moment that Lucius is pushed from the ship. Unacceptable: By all accounts, pushing people from ships is probably not outside the realm of things that pirates Definitely Do. But here we have another great instance of framing heroes and bad guys. In this case, we have a hero (Ed), seemingly killing another hero (Lucius), who was not only just trying to help him, but was absolutely not expecting violence. We also have a "death" that happened off-screen. We don't see Lucius "drowning." Had Lucius actually died, I think this would have been horrifying. Narratively and thematically, it would not have fit into the spirit of the show, because you could no longer frame Ed as a hero. There would be no real way that I can see to meaningfully redeem him in the context of a comedy, even a "black comedy" (which I do not believe OFMD is). And genuinely, I don't know anyone who thought Lucius was actually dead, so while what Ed did was horrible and awful and needed to be atoned for, it wasn't Final. It wasn't Irredeemable. He didn't become a capital v Villain. The rules of the first season made sense to me. Everything that happened fit narratively, was thematically appropriate, and established a certain set of rules and conventions to follow. It gets dark, and it does push the envelope of what I could bear in a "romantic comedy." Ed cutting off Izzy's toe is tempered (cutting off his littlest toe with a comedically large pair of scissors) but feeding them to him is disturbing. Izzy was an antagonist, not a villain, so giving him treatment reserved for, say, the British navy characters, and doing so graphically and on-screen, was A Lot. This coming from me, who really, REALLY hated Izzy at this point in time. But I think there was an underlying sense of hope that things would improve, resolve, and move forward through character growth and narrative. Stede was coming back to make amends; maybe Ed would find his way back to normalcy, and they'd meet in the middle. It was expected that apologies would be made and Ed could come back from the unacceptable things he did to Lucius, to the Crew, and to Izzy especially. That there would be character and interpersonal growth for them.

Unfortunately, the second season is where the show's parameters around acceptable and unacceptable violence absolutely falls apart. It's never quite clear why something is acceptable vs not, and we never see the character and interpersonal growth "promised" by the narrative which would redeem the dark tonal shift and veer the story back towards comedy. In order for Ed to be redeemed, the violence being framed as unacceptable during his Kraken era could not be so unacceptable that it crosses the line into irredeemable. Ed could not cross the line in the minds of the audience from "hero" to "villain." But the first three episodes of the season... were dark. They crossed the line. It felt like a character assassination to me. Ed's abuse of the crew, the continued maiming of Izzy (who at this point is hurdling into a sympathetic character arc of growth and redemption,) the self-harm, the attempted murder-suicide of his crew... most of it was on-screen, not at all tempered by comedy, and brutal. It wasn't heroes vs villains, it was supposed hero causing extensive harm and trauma to other heroes. The writing in these episodes were narratively cohesive and well-paced. They were not, however, thematically appropriate to a romantic comedy. At this point in the season I still felt like it was building towards a breaking point where Ed would come back to himself, where character growth would be achieved, and amends would be made. I was willing to hold tight.

But it didn't work in terms of the story that was setup in season one. It would have taken an incredible amount of character growth to even begin to come back from that; but I trusted the narrative to deliver. However, the real problem is that this season tried to rewrite the in-show parameters of what constitutes acceptable violence in ways that are uncomfortable and contrary to reality in ways that I find harmful. (I will be clear, in reference to recent discourse, I do feel the head-butt was comedic. It was looney tunes violence, it was well within the context of a romantic comedy, and it worked for me tonally, even though it's obviously not appropriate in real life.) Ed's chair throwing in the context of a man who had spent three episodes inflicting increasingly terrible domestic violence on people who loved and cared for him, who stuck by him -- in the larger context of him doing all this just because he felt rejected by a romantic partner -- is presented as in-show acceptable violence. It's presented as falling within the parameters. Proof? We are expected to still like Ed, and root for Ed, and want Ed to get better, and cheer for the romantic pairing "getting back together," and everything else. He is still presented as a hero. Sure, the show is telling us that what Ed did in his Kraken era is bad; but not so Bad that we shouldn't forgive him for it when he has made no real move to make amends for what he did. Like the crew, and Izzy specifically, we are meant to simply... move forward. That line about "getting away with it" without consequences I thought was a commentary on how Ed would not get to do that, actually was just... what happened. The season also wants me to believe that in the in-show parameters that Ed would hurt absolutely anybody but DEFINITELY NOT Stede, because Stede is his ultra super special soul mate and he would never do him any harm. This is not how things work in real life, and it is not a disbelief I am willing to suspend uncritically. Do I believe Ed, in the context of the show, would hurt Stede? Nope. I think it's more likely Stede would hurt Ed than the other way around. But I don't like the message that this in-show parameter sends, about how violence, particularly DV, is inflicted. I don't like being told that there is a super special person that this person who has abused others won't hurt. It's a bad message, and bad writing, and bad in-show precedence to set.

I'm not going to say all this without mentioning the stereotypes surrounding men of color, particular Indigenous men, which paints them as abusers. These stereotypes have been mentioned in regards to people talking about Ed's abuse this season. It's important to examine and be critical of oneself as a white person, and look long and hard at these biases. I don't want to fall into the trap of racist biases, and I don't want it to go unmentioned. I have thought long and hard about this. I've done a lot of self-examination on the subject of Ed and abuse. It has brought me back to my point of character assassination; I think the show fell into those stereotypes itself. I think Ed's characterization this season was problematic, and a disservice to the character as laid out in season one, and that's a big part of my disappointment with this season. (I also have a lot of thoughts on how Stede's character, who has been handed an immense amount of power over Ed and his agency as a character, is also extremely problematic. I will get into that in another post; it needs its own. So I'm not here to say Stede himself is not a Problem because he absolutely is and I will shout it from the rooftops.) "But somekindofcontraption," you say! "Ed has trauma!" Yes. That is very true. And it certainly explains some things, but as in real life, it absolutely does not excuse them. Ed's narrative was all about the perpetuation of trauma, particularly generational trauma, with absolutely no criticism or breakage of this cycle in any meaningful or productive way. It set up the story and did no work to resolve it. Ed was simply fixed because he and Stede said I love you and kissed a few times. The romance's "resolution" was unearned and unsatisfying. Neither Stede nor Ed were held accountable for what they did.

Then there was Izzy, who spent the whole of his arc being redeemed, moving forward as a character. He was the only character, I would say, with any meaningful growth. He's also the only one whose story was explicitly about being queer and queer discovery, rather than queerness merely being and incidental part of it. He's the only one who shows any accountability. Right up until the point that he died, his story was the best-written out of all of them. Then he dies. Izzy's death, and the ways that tonally it does not fit into the narrative, is another post onto itself. For now, I'll leave you with all of these rambling thoughts, condensed down as best I could into this tumblr post. If you have any further thoughts, I would love to hear them in good faith. For now, I say, that it's okay to be disappointed. This story was so meaningful to so many, and to be so thoroughly let down is hard. Grief is grief. Take care out there, and be kind to yourself, and be kind to those that are grieving.