#i’m being nastee

[starwritesstuff]

i just know leon’s nose is big

u know what that means-

[cmdrfupa]

Chihiro

2nd installment of Upheaval.

cw: all chapters and content warnings are listed in this post but this chapter contains smut near the end. Grandma's first nastee writing in a decade heh.

an: firstly, thank you for being so nice to me 😭 I expect nothing but you all seem to find a way to make me feel like I’m good at this and I appreciate it more than you know. I tried not to make this a yep fest and therefore at least 2 more chapters will happen so yay!

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! ✨✨

August 6, 2021

  No longer being led by liquid courage, but by the sheer need to be your doting husband once again, Kento took initiative and scheduled the next counseling session. On appointment day, he picked you up early, ensuring he had an hour to calm his nerves and spirit during the drive.

The idea of reconciling felt surreal once he learned how close you were to being done with this marriage. 

"She has the papers drawn up and waiting to have you served. So figure out how to stop her from giving them to you, Nanamin! Simple." His voice of reason was the sound of Gojo telling him that you had already drawn up divorce papers. 

From what he was told, you were asking for very little if you both let it go through. Willing to leave him the home you bought together only wanting to keep the Nanami name and split all investments you'd made while married. Fair even when your heart was being broken into pieces. Perhaps he didn't deserve you. 

So step one was easy: Stop you from handing those papers to him. And that started here.

Ootaishi Niko: Would be special grade sorcerer and revered therapist across the southern prefectures. 

Currently not one of Kentos' favorite people.

  "I'm glad the first two sessions didn't scare you off. Make yourself comfortable." Kento sat in the middle of the couch, his thigh lightly grazing yours as he crossed his legs. He noticed you sat close to him, and he didn't move. 

Heavy air filled the room as the sound of the central unit whirred to life, gusting a light chill through the air.

Uneasy anticipation sat in the wings of the brightly lit space. 

The chenille-upholstered couch tugged at Kento as he sat back, placing the pillow between you both.

"We apologize for ghosting. After the two sessions, we didn't know—"

"If it was worth returning once they moved out of our shared home," Kento cut in before you could finish. 

He noticed your leg bouncing; he fixated on the box of tissues in front of him. "I apologize. That was unnecessary." 

"It's fine."  

Ootaishi noticed the small interaction but said nothing. Instead, she lowered the window covering that faced the couch and sat across from you in a single chair. 

"I am, as you know, dedicated to healing relationships, revealing the truth, and finding solutions. By entering my office, you consented to my domain. You could try to bypass my expansion, but it would do you more harm in the end."

She sat a small talisman on the table. The etchings glowed similarly to the Heian-era sigils you'd seen in your studies.

"With that said, you can leave anytime, as this is a barrierless realm. If you exit without acknowledging it, it will cause 24 hours of what I call Toxic Empathy. Are we clear?"

"Yes," you both uttered in unison, consenting before sitting back on the couch. 

"Splendid! Now, please close your eyes so we can begin."

Kento followed your lead, closing his eyes once he saw you settle. You took shallow breaths to center yourself.

In a low tone, Ooitaishi spoke, "Memory Alpha."

There was a noticeable shift in the room. Temperature dropped by at least 15 degrees as a chill swept on the nape of his neck. Mumbles of small talk surrounded him as the familiar scent of overly artificial strawberry and bramble room deodorizer filled his nostrils with an unpleasant sting.

Nearby speaker hummed a song that felt like a distant memory: ‘Daremo Shiranai’ by Arashi.

"Gojo's?" Kento's eyes opened, and there it was: Gojo's apartment. Ambient lighting lined the spacious loft walls that were never really lived in but used occasionally for events like birthdays, meetings after official meetings, and that night's game festivities.

Kento looked around the room, fully accepting that the office had been transformed into some type of memory bank. His memory bank.

"So, Kento. It seems you're first up. Do you mind telling me why we're here?" Ootaishi smiled, sipping the cold lager beer that appeared on the side table next to her.

"Ken." You knew exactly where you were.

Clearing his throat, Kento perched himself on the edge of the couch as he saw his younger variant walk through the front door. "The night Shoko introduced us. When we first met."

November 15, 2014

"Nanamin!" Gojo leaped with a smile, waving him down from the crowded corner of people playing Jenga.

Waving back in hopes of not being bothered no more Kento considered himself saved as Shoko walked over. "Avoid eye contact. He's been drinking milk tea all day and won't shut up about beating you in Yahtzee. We've got more important things to do anyway." She brought her hand to Nanamis's shoulder, chauffeuring him to where you sat near the open balcony doors.

There you were, leg shaking as you looked out the nearby window before noticing the approaching duo. "She's like me. But probably with a little more patience. The perfect match, really." He was working with nothing other than you had the patience of a saint and apparently were able to get Shoko to stop smoking.

And while he wasn't a superficial nor religious man, he thanked every God above and below that you were also beautiful.

Your cashmere sweater fit you perfectly as you stood up to greet him.

"I'm back, and here's the friend I mentioned. This is Nanami." Shoko gave a look of approval as she gave Kento a slight nudge.

"Hey! It's a pleasure." He took your outstretched hand and firmly shook it.

"Nanami Kento. It's great to meet you. Shoko has told me nothing about you."

Your warm laugh sent a surge of serotonin through his chest.

"Seems she's great at keeping her lips shut." You sat back down, offering the chair next to you. "But it does give us plenty to talk about and get acquainted better."

Nanami slid his coat off, smiling as he hung it on the back of the chair and sat beside you.

"Of course. Like how that sweater you're wearing is lovely. Cashmere?"

"Yeah! I bought it while I was out in Scotland over the summer. Thank you. Big fan of fashion?" You questioned while grabbing the beer bottle from the table.

He grabbed the drink Shoko had set down for him while she observed you interacting as if it were a chaperoned date. "Not necessarily. I just prefer to buy for long-term use."

"Same! I'd rather spend the large amount on quality that'll last years than something I'll need to replace by the end of the season." A sip from the apple-flavored IPA soothed your throat before you continued. "Like, it's money, and I hate to be an incessant contributor to capitalism, so I want to at least be wise about where my money goes, yanno? Less consuming, more investing in things that can be seen as sustainable. Even if it's clothing, I suppose."

Sensible, financially aware, hates capitalism, knew to buy a cashmere sweater in Scotland.

'Let's hold off on the pedestal.' Kento internally tried his best to ignore the immediate fluttering of his heart as you spoke. 'Perfect match.'

Four hours. Kento sat in that uncomfortable chair talking with you about everything he could for four hours, from learning about your love of music theory and literature to your time in med school with Shoko. He told you about his passion for research, travel, advocacy, and the arts. Your shared love of cooking somehow brought you to discussing family lineage.

"So a distant relative to the woman who was the unfortunate victim of Noritoshi Kamo. That dates back to the-"

"Meiji period. It's an incredibly long story, but my father tried to keep up with that part of my family history for a long time."

"Do you keep in touch with the Kamo clan?"

Shaking your head confidently, you responded, "They try to reach out to me, but I'd rather not be associated for the time being. Bit of a weird conversation to have."

Kento noticed your slight disconnect from this part of the conversation, watching your eyes migrate to fixating on your bottle once you mentioned their recent attempt. Choosing not to pursue it any further, he instead focused on your features as the low lighting seemed to glow around you.

Kento felt a hint of glee for the first time in a long time. He realized you'd noticed him taking you in, and the corners of your mouth lifted.

"Shoko tells me you'll be joining us at Jujutsu High. She said you left the sorcery world but came back! You excited?"

"You'll also be there?" Kento lifted his brow, not realizing you'd actually be around him more than he expected.

"Oh, yes! It isn't a significant role, though. I'm a consultant and teaching some history courses. And will do field work when needed."

"History?"

"Cursed energy and ancient techniques. Pushed hard for it to be a class for all 2nd years." Were you really telling him that you had a history course on curses?

"I'll have to sit in on one of your classes then. Sounds like I could learn a lot from you."

The sound of Gojo imitating another party guest echoed across the room, making you cringe with a laugh as Kento shook his head with a plastered smile. "I have to admit, I was a little hesitant on this whole blind date idea."

"Dating can be challenging as it is." Taking the last swig of your ale before idly playing with the bottle's rim, you continued, "Adding the shroud of mystery can make it almost unbearable. But Shoko did mention that you were my perfect match."

"Perfect match?"

"Don't tell me she was wrong, Nanami Kento." Dripping with flirtation, the tone in which you said his name turned his ears red-hot.

When he leaned into you, Kento smiled at your poor attempt to hide your sudden, bashful reaction. "I guess we'll only find out if I take you on a proper date on Sunday, perhaps?"

"Only if you promise to wear this tie again. I like how the pattern complements the chestnut flecks in your gorgeous eyes."

Marble. A marble pedestal. Engraved with your name across the front. One of the world's many wonders that now prominently sits in the forefront of Kento's mind for however long you allow.

"I'll let you dress me. How does that sound?"

July 3, 2015

"Surprise!" You cheesed until your cheeks ached as you stood in Kento's dim living room. The sparkler candles sitting atop the chocolate croissant bread pudding you held acted as the secondary light source after the dimmed ceiling light as he walked toward you. "Happy birthday, Ken!"

Chuckling, Kento sat his briefcase on the couch, bewildered by your ambush. "Dove, what is this?"

"Oh!" Handing off the dish to Kento, you put a party blower to your mouth and blew into it with all your might. "A surprise!"

Kento savored a fleeting moment to take in the sight of his living room. Adorned with its usual neutral-toned furniture, it had been transformed by the addition of a striking balloon bouquet nestled in a corner. Glittery confetti scattered across the floor and coffee table, catching the radiant hues of the late sunset, while elegant streamers crisscrossed the ceiling, adding an extra layer of festivity. Coming back to you, his softened gaze met yours.

"As is tradition back at home, you now have to suffer through my rendition of 'Feliz En Tu Día.' Clearing your throat as you placed a party hat on Kento, you began to belt.

What was happening? Why was his pulse quickening as he watched you sing a song with everything in you? Why did he feel his body warm up from how you smiled waiting for him to make a wish for today and everyday after?

His wish was you. You today and everyday after.

Kento felt his heart pounding from how sweet you were to him. Effort that felt so genuine and done out of love, he was beginning to think he might have a stroke. "I—thank you." He blew out the candles with a quaint smile and set the bread pudding down before kissing you deeply. "You really did this for me when you didn't have to. I have a birthday every year."

"Listen, you only turn 25 once; you deserve to be celebrated on every birthday." You laid a warm kiss on his cheek and held him close. "I know Shoko's party on Saturday may not be your scene, so I wanted to do something intimate and special just for us."

Kento went in for another kiss, gentler this time. Your heated flesh invites the palms of his hands as they slide under your shirt, finding the soft flanks of your waist. It was the most courageous he'd felt as the fluttery feeling hit his chest. "I love you."

Seven months and two weeks ago. 230 days. Kento knew he’d fall in love with you the same night he met you when you decided that waiting until Sunday was too long to see him again. When he took you to his favorite izakaya and introduced you to the owners, who kept giving him the all-knowing "That's the one" look all night.

You sat close in his usual booth, telling him everything else that wasn't shared at the party. The same booth where you couldn't help but notice the overwhelming grief in his posture as he confided his reasons for why he had left the sorcery world once before. In those suffocating moments, you became his solace, reminding him to just breathe. You became his reason to stay, his undying love.

"You love me?"

"I love you."

Your pupils dilated while your stomach filled with butterflies. "I love you, Kento."

When you returned his feelings itf felt like he was experiencing everything for the first time. He felt more alive than ever. Every interaction led to the heart-thumping experience of your love. The sheer intensity of each emotion made it a time of joy and anxiety as the fear of losing this feeling became just as strong as the love itself.

Kento's actions from this point forward were to be charged with meaning. His heart, which had been in darkness for years, was now in your hands.

"Memory Alpha 2.33."

The distant memory of the dim living room shut into itself as Kento reawakened in the office. He immediately looked over to you, your eyes still closed, but tears stricken down your cheeks as if you'd been crying.

"Dove, you okay?" Anxiety coated his tone as you appeared to still be under the effects of the domain.

"She will come to in a moment, Nanami. I want to take this time to talk to just you."

Kento wasn't sure how therapy was supposed to go, but this seemed far from the usual protocol. He glanced back over at you.

"I promise you, she's safe," Ootaishi assured Kento, sharing a quick glance at your current state of mind to calm his anxieties. You were sitting beachside at sunset, engrossed in yet another article on creating the perfect greenhouse all year round. A beach chair was set beside yours, and his worn copy of "Antic Hay" awaited him.

A wistful smile graced his face. "Thank you."

"You care very deeply for her."

Kento kept his eyes on you for a moment longer, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your mouth seemed to twitch into a smile. "She's my life."

"And so you choose to push your life away."

Kento's neck joints cracked as he turned back to face the therapist. "Excuse me?"

Ootaishi wrote something in her journal as Kento mentally torched a hole through her chest. "Your wife. You call her your life, yet we are here because your life is tired of being pushed away."

There goes his ring, feeling too small again.

"I'm not pushing her away."

"Then my apologies for assuming. What would you call what you're doing, Nanami?"

"I feel like we've reached a standstill in our marriage," he said, twisting the wedding band around his finger. The pinching sensation distracted from the undeniable truth of his feelings. “We've grown but in different directions. It's impacting our daily lives."

Ootaishi glanced at the talisman, the etchings now glowing a dull red. "It seems someone forgot about our honesty policy, Nanami."

A huff strong enough to blow off a roof exited Kentos' nose before dragging his hands down his face.

"It's clear that you are not ready to get to the real root of your problem, and that's okay. Healing is never linear, nor is it quick." Ootaishi took a few more notes and smiled before closing the journal. "But just for future reference, I prefer the method of you being honest with me, as I hate forcing myself into your psyche for the answer I need to resolve issues.”

Kento's jaw clenched as he sat up fully. There was a small, dare he say minuscule part of him that wished he could've just fessed up to why he was being a pussy. The chance was there; if nothing else, he appreciated how forward Ootaishi was to get him there.

But he wasn't ready to face the demons he knew needed to be slain before it was too late.

"Can you not mention this to her? It's not that I'm trying to keep anything from her—"

"You have my word, Nanami." She sat on the edge of her chair and looked over at you. "If you're ready, I can wake them up."

With a nod, Ootaishi intonated, 'Memory Alpha; end sequence,' and Kento watched closely as you slowly roused yourself.

"Welcome back." Ootaishi opened the curtains halfway and gave a warm, almost motherly smile as she looked at Kento and then at you. "Take some time to get adjusted to the room, and then we will end today's session."

"Thank you again for being so open to going back."

"I'm glad we did. It was better than I thought it would be. It was far more invasive than I realized." He crinkled his nose as he recalled the all-too-intrusive experience.

You both shared a chuckle as Kento walked you to the door.

"Yeah, it's a bit intense. But I've only heard of great results from Ootaishi, so I'll allow the invasion."

There was a lighter air between you as you neared the threshold.

"Did you want to come in for lunch? I've been marinating some eggplant in red curry. There's more than enough."

"Is that a good idea? I should give you some time to sort through today's session."

Eyes fluttered quickly as you were taken aback by the sudden compliance from Kento. "Is Nanami Kento actually taking the therapist's suggestions seriously?" It was apparent how impressed you were.

With a light chuckle, Kento shrugged as he looked at you. "I just want to show you how serious I am about everything. You deserve time to process today just like I do. But we can grab lunch soon."

"Lunch. Just tell me when."

"Absolutely."

The two of you stood together in the luminous hallway, the air heavy with unspoken words. The silence that enveloped you was strangely comforting. The faint sound of footsteps approaching the elevator shattered the peacefulness, jolting you both back to the present moment.

"I should get going, but let me know how the eggplant turns out. Tell both Shoko and Utahime I said hello."

"Will do. Let me know when you've made it home safely."

His hesitancy showed in the two steps he took towards you. Opting out of embracing you and instead kissing the top of your head and inhaling your scent.

"See you later, dove.”

“See you Monday, Ken.”

As the sun slips below the horizon, the golden light of the setting sun fades, leaving only the pale moonlight to illuminate the evening. In the silence of the late evening, Nanami sat in his den, deep in thought, attention focused on the quiet contemplation's of his mind. You.

The sound of his breathing was the only sound in the room, punctuated by the occasional rustling of pages as he fidgeted with the corners of his book.

The soft beams of moonlight cast shadows on the floor, the trees standing guard like looming sentinels against the glossy wood.

“I don’t even know what the fuck I’m reading.” A deep, dispirited sigh left his lips as he read the same sentence for the eighth time. Mentally worn, Kento sat the book on the table and fell back in his chair, slouching as he closed his eyes to gather a bit of energy to get to bed.

“Come to bed, Ken. Your pillow is a real shit replacement for your chest.”

Hearing your voice in his head, he smiled as if you were in the room with him. Your low, sweet-as-saccharin voice filled his mind as he replayed your sweet sentiments to himself like he did every other night since splitting. Toying with the waistband until he was tired of trying to play coy with himself, he rubbed his growing erection through his pajamas.

���God.” His lips parted, sucking in a small breath as he thought of your scent. Your hand on his chest as he inhaled you that afternoon.

He freed his thick member, looking at a drip of precum before smearing it with his thumb.

“Tell me how you want me, Kento.”

His left hand gently massaged his balls while squeezing the head of his cock as your voice led him to stroke himself.

Slow strokes to copy how you pleasure him had his eyes rolling back as he envisioned your lips pressed against his neck. Your warm breath sending electricity down his spine, your slick cunt resting on his aching balls as you stroked him from above. “Faster. Please.”

His steady rhythm quickened, a long tug before he slid his hand up and down his length faster, the wet sounds of his slick shaft competing with the lewd moans that fell from his parted lips. You. The way you whimpered his name when his thumb rubbed over your clit. Your eyes full of hunger when he would only let the tip of his thick cock poke and prod at your eager, fluttering cunt. “Is this what you want, dove?” fucking every inch into his hand with brute force as if were your wetness.

“Not yet… fuck.” Kento slowed down, lightly tugging his taut balls from his form to stop himself from releasing.

Painstakingly slow, he watched his reddened cock head swell as his grasp tightened, sliding up and down his shaft again. He watched the way the veins in his right hand were accentuated with each squeeze of his cock. Recalling how his hands looked cradling your face as your nose met his pubic hair, taking every inch of him to send him into a crying mess.

Hair stuck to his forehead as his chest heaved, pumping quicker to satiate the flame that kept growing in his abs. Losing himself in the fierce desire for you. “Please let me cum, please. Please, dove.” Hips bucking at an unearthly pace with pathetic pants of desperation echoing as he felt his release hit its peak before he pulled his hands away.

He knows he won’t finish. He can’t finish. He watched his cock bounce and flinch freely while the sweat on his brow cooled him. A huff of frustration brought him back fully as he tucked himself back into his pants, trekking to the bedroom in silence.

You’d trained him to need you for that release. A cruel feat that he couldn’t even call a punishment because it was a self-inflicted disservice.

Settled into bed for the night, Kento checked his phone one more time. His lock screen lit up with the only photo Kento allowed to be taken right after his hospital stay post Shibuya. Your lips on his cheek as he gave the camera a shy smile, Gojo’s white hair peaking in from the bottom corner after a failed crop attempt.

Four months and a week: 128 days separated.

One day towards fixing what can be saved.

[astrolavas]

so, hear me out...... burnish galo au BUT his powers awaken some time after he's joined the burning rescue/before he met lio

LOTS of points and plot under the cut, hoo boi 

| part 1 + plot summary | part 2 | part 3 |

galo's powers awaken when he's alone so no one BUT galo knows about it 

THE INTERNAL CONFLICT BRO.. a firefighter becoming what he's sworn to fight........ the struggle.... the character growth.. mnnMNnMnn

galo has no idea what to do so he tries to hide it and go along with his daily life as if nothing happened

sometimes, during missions, he gets WAY too close to the fire and comes out completely unscathed, which the burning rescue think is.. weird.... but they never Realize

ofc, they often fight with mad burnish, and the fact that galo NEVER ever seems to be hurt by their flames...... intrigues lio (suspicion ghghgg) 

one day, while fighting lio one-on-one galo accidentally Slips and controls a flame and lio is like AH-HA! YOU! I KNEW IT!

galo panics cuz no one but him ever saw him lighting a flame and he's sure lio will snitch and he'll have to run away and hide.. but then lio offers to help him and he's like, huh 

he tries to deny the help and is like “if i don't acknowledge it fully, maybe the Problem Will Go Away or sumn” but deep down he's scared and unsure and in NEED of the help

galo agrees and they meet up at the lake after dark and lio starts teaching galo how to control his flames, not to go off and stuff like that, and they meet there everyday... and also get to know each other as people, and start to like each other's company,, waahh

PLS galo confiding in lio with his doubts and insecurities... telling him how he was supposed to be this cool firefighter fighting Big Bad Burnish and now that he's become a burnish too, he feels like he's not sure who he is anymore and like he's lying everyone around him WAAHH 

ok and, one day mad burnish come to the city again and galo obviously has to keep up appearances so he "fights" them but he's worried and doubtful and he feels AWFUL cuz he has to fight someone whom he had hated but has learned to trust and confide in and who helped him sO MUCH

at some point, he completely gives up the fight cuz his teammates are fighting with his friend and he can't DO anything about it 

the burning rescue win over mad burnish and lio's getting arrested and galo WANTS to do sth but lio had clearly told him no to do anything reckless

the burning rescue celebrate and congratulate e/o but galo is.. awfully silent 

they all get medals, go out for pizza yada yada and the whole convo about the burnish happens and galo's team are defending burnish and galo smiles cuz maybe... they wouldn't hate him if they knew

the whole scene with the burnish pizza man happens and galo is mad and conflicted and he runs off to the lake to cool off 

mad burnish run away from the prison, too, and there's a Reunion between galo and lio!! yeehaw! 

but mad burnish have to leave and hide, so they separate

so, y'know how burnish apparently run hotter than an average human so they're easy to detect? so wHAT IF kray had already found out galo is a burnish, and he'd hoped he'd go with other burnish, so that he could locate them faster AND catch galo, two birds with one stone and all

but galo Stayed so freeze force goes to get him separately, while he's hanging out with his team 

and vulcan's like WAH HE'S BURNISH HAND HIM OVER but the burning rescue defend him and say they're not gonna abandon their friend just cuz he's a burnish now, and galo's all owo!

he still gets arrested tho cuz.. law is law (he tells his team not to worry tho, that he'll be okay, as they're taking him away,, waaahh) 

galo finds out what exactly they're doing with the burnish and kray comes to talk to galo one last time (nastee man, nastee nastee man)

kray probably tells galo how disgusting he is, being a burnish and all (the hypocrite smh), and how disappointed he is with him and tons of other mean stuff (galo babey..) 

and galo is abt to be used as burnish power BUT aina convinces her sister to help him and breaks him out

and THEN galo and aina get out and see lio going feral in his dragon form 

galo looks quickly at aina with worry in his eyes and then snaps his head back and just FLIES over to lio, catches him in his arms and calms him down, taking in his flames...... waaaahhh

aina catches them with her plane and they fly over to the lake to cool off/figure out what to do next... and basically, y'know, the whole....... secret-shit-under-the-lake and the whole robot business happens, etc. etc.

and when galo and lio are fighting kray, lio still gives galo some of his flames, so that they can protect him better. and then lio's dying and galo doesn't want to lose him, so he gives him the CPR/kiss and this time HE gives LIO some of HIS own flames, and i'm uwu

AND ALL IS WELL kray's defeated, the world is saved, etc. etc.!

BUT ALSO.... MAYHAPS..... alternate ending where burnish never lose their powers and are instead integrated into society and ppl learn to accept them instead......

galo being a burnish AND a firefighter.... and feeling accepted and loved, and good about himself.. YEAAA 

lio joining the burning rescue and him and galo being like their secret weapon, cuz they can't be hurt by the flames so they can help ppl when others can't.... yea!!!!!!!

YEAH

[wri0thesley]

Do you have a limit on nastee™ stuff? Asking as someone who's into guro

sure anon! discussion of Nasty Stuff under the cut; (and i do mean Nasty Stuff, im not tagging bc there's a lot of it but like general gore/torture/weapons/bodily fluid discussion).

my yes/no page says 'light gore' is fine and 'heavy gore' is not but idk what that means any more!!!! as a general rule re gore/guro/eroguro stuff specifically:

- nothing to do with teeth!!!! mouth trauma in other ways is fine. just! not teeth! i'm not a fan of eye trauma either in writing (tho i dont mind art and i see a picture of my fave wearing an eyepatch or missing an eye and i go u///u). as a threat though, sure? <3 - i don't like hurting characters but i sure don't mind hurting reader <3. i'm a sucker even with Horrible Characters for the 'i would kill everyone in this world except you' trope though so i also only want to leave reader alive. its fine if reader is still worrying about threat of death every day but i'm not a big fan of 'reader just dies at the end'. someone asked me a few months ago ‘how do u feel about whump’ and the answer was ‘idk’ then but is absolutely ‘yes’ nowadays fgbnjkkgjnf.  - i have written forced amputation (not for jojo, not on this blog, truly i have hidden depths) and i don't mind it bc i like making poor reader unable to run away/reliant on someone else.

stuff i've written/considered/don't mind writing: - piss in various forms (omo, being pissed on, pissing into ur mouth) - spit/cumplay/etc - bloodplay, knifeplay, gunplay, weaponplay in general - both in 'play' and in yandere/forced/etc situations - fuck or die - choking/breathplay/strangling (including drowning/water torture idk the name for it but if u know u know) - needleplay - marking in pretty much most forms (biting, scratching, carving their name into ur skin, burning, etc <3) - non con, dub con, mind control - medical play/human experimentation shit - drugging - dollification, bimboification, dumbification - mindbreak - cannibalism, apparently - major injury/blood loss/stabbings/breaking bones/etc - master/pet dynamics both in forced/kidnap situations and in others - torture scenes that include any of the above

hard nos: - incest - emeto - vore - scat - teacher/student relationships - bugs/insectophobia stuff hhhh freaks me out - ddlg/sexual age regression

i think . . . this is all i can think of for now but if ur ever curious pls feel free to shoot a message. i know that there's a lot of stuff here that's a Lot and that other writers are uncomfy with but i always try rlly hard to tag stuff!! <3

[steponmepinkjun]

《《《Like the closest I'd ever get is tryna "haha hold up your hand so we can compare size—omg your hands are so much bigger than mine 🥺👉👈" into some dick jeiwhshdh》》》

GIRL WE ARE TALL WHAT ARE YOU OOOOONMNNN ABOUTTTTTTT BSBSVSKSVSJSS

LIKE PROLLY WOULD BE THE SAME SIZE EHWCSVSSJSVSJSVSNSBSVBSNSNSB

BUT HEY DONT GET ME WRONG MAGIC HANDS ASRA CAN GET IT BUT I WOULD JUST GET INSECURE BC HIS HANDS ARE WAY PRETTIER THAN MINE

GOD i can just imagine him comforting me for feeling down about being a tall girlie TELL ME HE WOULNDT BE PERFECT FOR IT (given the fact that he fucked a GIANT THAT IS JULIAN VSBSSVJAVSJSVSHA i feel like tall people would be his type)

I fucking consistently forget Asra fucked Julian no lie

Like in the sense that I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that when he made Julian kneel, that man's head was still at the height of Asra's nipples, I KNOW it 😭😭😭😭😭 he had to fuck him on the floor cause the noodle man's legs wouldn't fit in the bed 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 jdiahshdjahadhshwhsjd I CANNOT

I do have big ass fuckin hands tho 😂 catch me after a couple of shots going "haha my hands are bigger than yours... You think they'd wrap around that OOMF or nah? Haha I'm just playin... Unless 😏" jsjqgandjwhjehjabsbsjabdjdd I feel like Asra would VIIIIBE SO HARD with having a boo thats taller than him. Like giving him hugs and he just buries his face in ur neck 😭 and every time you give him a lil kiss on the forehead ugh he MELTS into a fuckin puddle, absolutely 100% no one can argue with me on this. And like. Not to be nastee but if you're already taller than him and then you put on heels or platforms... He's giving very "dazed and horny stare because hes distracted by how much he wants you to step on him." It's just facts. It's just tea. It's just the scalding hot oolong.

[bluebloom-twigs]

Two people asked for Rachif and one literally asked all so- am gonna do all!

@lynndoran @abloris-the-plantriarchy

Answered asks are below!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Rachif loves to experiment and take risks it’s part of the fun is how he likes to call it. Though he does need to trust the person he will take risks with.

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

If you’re one time fun, after a long nap leave. If you are someone he knows well and likes, he’ll stay and treat you both good. If you’re someone he might have some sort of feelings, whatever those are, towards you? he’ll definitely stays around with you and pokes some fun whilst sharing grapes with you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

facials, bukkake (whole body covered), works as his snack (vitamins!), his personal filling...

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

if we be talkin bout pubic hair, then he has blue petals alike to his blooms that grow on his branches. during the night the glow gets to them making those blooms brighter just like his blooms at his hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

ahhhh... in romantic aspect, he isn’t much of a romantic type- or maybe he is, at least he’s been around his quote on quote best bud, a ranger in blue. He can toss some snarky stupid comments but also compliments how well you might be doing your half of the fun, dress up real nice for the occasion if he feels like it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Danseur, where you're near the wall and only leg is hoisted up while getting rammed up into, hard. Followed by Bully, partner simply holds you up in the air, it's possible you can wraps your legs somewhat behind them during this position and he loves to turn his head to smooch that idiot that does it good. Basically; holding him up without support.

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

his own favorite body part is his hair and blooms, that’s been mentioned few times. And their partners? Strong arms, because those can hold him up.

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

He might actually like being watched getting down and dirty, he found this out once being with his favorite partner in an alleyway.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he’s experienced alrite. and he knows what he is doing, that’s why he has so much fun if some of his partners get all flustered from what he’s doing.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is more serious when it comes to new partners, but those he’s very close with he can be a little humorous with, nothings better than getting to poke a little fun at your dudes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

most casual he does it fck himself with his fingers while jacking himself off. Sometimes he then just uses toys he has in store when he can’t get a hook up. Hey commanders got something to ease the frustration right?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

exhibitionism, breathplay, BDSM, gunplay, orgasm denial, pet play, sounding, masochism/sadism, clothed sex, orgy, 3-some, facials, bukkake (receiving), biting, size difference, rimming, tit fucking, hair pulling, strip teasing, gags, restriction, humiliation, name calling, glory holes.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

not much of restrictions as long as he does not get caught.

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

Very sharp fangs, like bite a chunk off of his god damn shoulder please. oh also depending on the person, when they are angry and intimidating that way.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ageplay, scat, watersports, cheating, necrophilia, non-con... basically stuff that is extremely wrong and nastee.

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

Giving all the way baby HELL YE.  Well if his partner wants to he can receive too, but what his ranger bud has said~ He’s his favorite at giving oral.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

he takes it and gives it however he and you feel like doing it. Sometimes he’s in the mood for slow and sensual, sometimes fast and rough etc. Most of the time it might be fast and rough tho especially when he’s frustrated.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are good when you are in a hurry, he’s had few as he’s busy.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Minimum rounds is 2, max is 5 - 6. He can last for a fair amount, unless you’re a damn master.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Earlier on masturbation, yes he does own toys, different shapes and sizes. They’re mainly used on himself but it’s always fun to let his partners try them too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

a lot. it’s like what he starts off with.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty damn loud so stuff a glove in his mouth if you wanna shut him up, its a mix of curses and gasps, some compliments in between.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He sometimes gives footsies mainly to his ranger bud when they’re out eating and chilling out.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

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

its, semi under control. Sometimes he goes as long as 2 - 3 weeks without funtimes and then he just gets desperate.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty soon, well if he has some stamina left he goes to take a shower but other than that- dream time.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Whore

At the time of writing this (November 2018), I haven’t done Ieyasu’s route and wouldn’t call myself a fan. I did, however, set up the year of smut to challenge myself (because I think smut is one of the hardest things to write) and adding a character I’m not a fan of only adds to the overall difficulty. After finishing it, I did develop feels (however brief) for Ieyasu, so who knows lmao. Maybe at the time you’re reading this, I’ll have finished his route and have different things to say about him.

SLBP, Ieyasu x Courtesan, Smut

2019 Year of Smut masterlist | My KO-FI | AO3

DISCLAIMER: This fic pretty prominently features degradation, Ieyasu throwing the heroine around and just generally being nastee. It’s probably one of the more problematic smuts I’ve done and I know some people will be uncomfortable with it so please continue to skim if that kind of thing bothers you. Secondly, Ieyasu may be slightly OOC as I only know his event material, which a lot of the time are in themselves OOC and not representative of the actual route *cough choke Inuchiyo cough*

If sex is an art then she is adept; better acquainted than most with the tastes of men. She knows how best to pout, to blush, to seduce and it does not escape her that the Lord Nobunaga buys her services as a joke. 

It is the end of a long battle; the perfect opportunity for good food and a pocketful of gold. She is not the only courtesan invited, though the first to receive an invitation into the Lord Nobunaga's private rooms. She felt his gaze on her body as she danced with the others, made sure to bare just enough flesh as she poured his drink. This is a rare opportunity and she does not doubt that she earned it, so his relative disinterest leaves her as morbidly curious as it does ashamed. 

She does not know how to react when he tosses a bag of gold in her direction and navigates her to another man's room. A man he tells her next to nothing about, despite her numerous requests.

He tells her only two things of her client: that the man is almost certainly a virgin and loves strawberry daifuku.

A woman with half her experience would be lost at such a strange scenario but she takes it as a challenge. She has entertained warlords, monks and more and has a reputation to live up to. It is her pride that sends her changing her clothes and not the coins jingling in her pocket.

If she is known for anything it is her ability to take on the personality of another to best suit the one taking her to bed. Her previous clients have come to know her body, though only ever their own version of her heart.

She sits in front of her mirror and considers the only specific detail Nobunaga deigned to give her: strawberry daifuku.

From there she knows what to do. More specifically, she knows which recipe to follow.

She scrubs off her makeup first and unpins her hair, allowing it to fall free about her shoulders. She removes the gaudy kimono she wore for the party and puts on something simpler: a dress the colour of starlight and texture of evening mist. She smoothes rouge across her lips and perfume across her collar bones. She pinches her cheeks even as she knocks at his door to give the illusion of a virgin’s blush.

She expects to find a page or newly recruited warrior, though the reality is neither. Instead she enters the private rooms of one Tokugawa Ieyasu, who plainly has not been expecting her either.

“Who are you?”

She hands him a name that is not her own, in a dainty voice that does not suit her, explaining her purpose and receiving a roll of the eyes as a response.

She knew from the beginning that Nobunaga only paid her as a joke and can tell from his glare that it is not lost on Ieyasu either.

“How gracious of the lord of fools,” he says, in a saccharine tone far removed from his words. “Well then, sit over there and face the wall.”

She hears a lot stories in her line of work and knows many about him, from his quick wits and battle stratagems to fragments of his past. She does not presume to know how many are true, only that a man such as himself would know better than to refuse a gift from the lord Nobunaga.

With that in mind, she takes a seat in the corner as he has commanded, back straight and eyes focused on the walls.

He is occupied by something, though she does not dare chance a look. Instead she shifts her weight and considers what to do next.

“Would you like me to sing for you, sir?”

He turns the page of something and chuckles softly.

“I have no interest in listening to a whore.”

“Then how would you prefer I entertain you?”

She hears him pause, setting aside whatever book he has and climbing to his feet. She braces herself as his footsteps, knowing his type all too well and considering each possible scenario. She barely flinches when he touches her shoulder and maintains a cool facade as he turns her to face him.

His words are dripping with malice, but his expression is cheerful; a contrast that sends a very real shiver down her spine.

“I should rather you stay quiet and know your place.”

He cups her chin in his hand and strokes his thumb over her bottom lip, hands so cold that she digs her nails into her palms to stop herself from trembling.

“Disgusting,” he laughs, turning her head one way and then the other. “I don’t understand their fascination with you and your sort. No self respect.”

She knows his type all too well; those who spit insults and barbs and rough touches to hide a soft underbelly. She tests the waters, sliding her tongue across his thumb and watching as he snatches his hand away as if burned. He glances from his thumb to her and back again, expression unreadable, but conflict clear.

“Annoying,” he says, rubbing the evidence from his skin. “You enjoy this, don’t you? Sitting there on the floor, so pathetic.”

“I sit here because you-“

He reaches for his sword and holds it to her throat, rendering her silent in a matter of seconds.

“Strip,” he says, lowering the blade to the collar of her kimono. Slowly, she reaches for the fastenings and allows the fabric to fall to the floor-the point of his sword resting against her neck. She is used to men seeing her so exposed, but feigns modesty, reaching up to cup her hands over her breasts, which only seems to amuse him.

“You are my property for tonight, are you not?”

“I…”

Property is far from how she would refer to herself, especially given Nobunaga is the one whose gold sent her here, but the idea seems to satisfy him and she nods.

“If I asked you to run through the castle without clothes, you would have to do it.”

He expects her to beg and plead, she guesses. He likes the sweeter things in life-toying and teasing and having his own way.

“Yes, sir,” she says without a hint of hesitation, knowing that he has no intention of ordering her to do so. Men such as this do not share their playthings, after all.

He tuts at her response, much as she expected and casts aside his sword, reaching out for her hair instead. She gasps as he tangles his fingers in it and drags her across the room, all but throwing her to the floor with a strength that she had not expected. She lands on all fours and peers back at him, watching as he slips off his robes and stands entirely bare. He is sturdily built, with strong arms as befitting of an archer, though there is no use in denying that his frame is much smaller than many men she has taken to bed. Seeing him naked leaves her with no doubts that the stories about him refusing food are true. There are scars on his body, too, some that she recognises from battle; the telltale marks of a stray sword or arrowhead. Others she recognises from the bodies of her colleagues: candle wax and more than one lashing from a whip.

It is a confirmation of everything she already knew; that those who enjoy sweet things are often better acquainted with the opposite.

“Face the wall,” he snarls, clearly not appreciating a stranger’s eyes on his naked body.

She obeys, moving to sit in the corner as he ordered her before, only to earn another sharp reproach.

“Did I say you could move?”

She sits back up onto all fours, picking up on his intent as he approaches. He means to degrade her; to put her in the position most associated with beasts before fucking her. He moves quietly, footsteps barely audible against the floor. He crouches down onto the floor behind her, so silently that it’s not until he reaches for her hips that she realises he’s there.

“Is this what you came here for?”

She hears him spit and braces herself for what is coming, taking a deep breath as he presses his tip against her folds. He thrusts hard and deep, leaving her to genuinely whimper in surprise.

“There it is,” he says in satisfaction. “Rutting like a bitch in heat.”

He shifts his hips and fucks her harder, ramming against her with such force that she falls forward onto her elbows, ass high in the air and fixed in place by his icy hands.

“I’m almost tempted to ruin your life,” he says, though it sounds more like a moan than a threat. “How much would it cost you if I put a brat inside you today?”

In truth, it would cost her nothing. There are herbs and other treatments for such misfortunes, along with men as desperate to tarnish a pregnant woman as others are about spoiling the innocence of virgins. He does not seem to be aware of this, but she humours his fantasy.

“I could take you back to my castle,” he says, “and watch you grow fat.”

He fucks her harder, pounding against the bundle of nerves deep inside of her with such force that it leaves her digging her nails into the floor for fear of crying out at the combination of pleasure and pain. She can feel herself tightening, pleasure building at the pit of her stomach. He set up this scene to use her, to seek pleasure at the cost of hers and she claps a hand over her mouth and digs her teeth into her knuckles to stop herself moaning.

“Maybe I’ll yank them from your arms,” he says. “Save them the shame of being a whore’s brat.”

He loosens his grip on her hips for a second and grabs her arm, yanking her up onto her knees and turning her over onto her back.

He wants to see his handiwork; to witness the moment she loses control. She aims to please and looks up into his eyes, letting him enjoy the sight of her ragged gasps. He fucks her deeper, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging his teeth into his bottom lip both from the exertion and his need to come.

He was a virgin only a short time ago and, when combined with his heavy-almost frantic- thrusts, it’s all too soon and only too obvious when he nears his climax. He falls silent about hell spawn and locking her away, instead squeezing his eyes shut to focus on the wet sounds and moans as he fucks her deeper.

She is a master of her art, but even she cannot stay her own orgasm forever, crying out at the shocks of pleasure running through her body. She arches her back off the floor and meets his thrusts, too overtaken by pleasure to maintain her facade.

Her loud moans leave him tutting and sits back onto his heels, pulling out of her and getting to his feet.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you,” he says, laughing out loud. “What a vile creature you are.”

She sits up onto her knees, wincing at the throbbing from her core and thighs, only to gasp as he grabs her by her hair and forces his cock into her mouth. The taste is bitter-a mixture of her own body and something unfamiliar. He doesn’t leave her time to adjust to the sensation, though, instead tightening his grip.

“That’s it,” he says, pulling back her head and smiling at her gasps for air. “Right where you belong.”

He holds her head in place and she reaches for his calves to steady her weight, taking his cock into her mouth of her own accord. He wastes no time, slamming the head of his cock towards the back of her throat. It’s overwhelming; she digs her nails into his skin without meaning to, spluttering every time he drags away his dick.

“Look at me,” he whispers, and she glances up, keeping eye contact even as he slows his movements and hisses with pleasure, calling her a whore even as his seed spills out of her mouth and onto the floor. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, keeping eye contact even as he pushes his hand over her mouth, leaving her no choice but to swallow.

For a while they stay there, catching their breath and allowing the aftershocks to fade. She wonders if he has any further plans for her, watching curiously when he finally steps back and away from her. He pulls his night robe back on and takes in the sight of her sitting there, hair a tangled mess and mouth smeared with a mixture of spit and semen. Between the roughhousing and cut off air supply, she feels more than a little bit dazed.

He glances from her to their surroundings, finally sighing deeply and motioning to the door.

“Well? You got what you came here for. Get out.”

She wipes her lips on her arm and gets to her feet, wobbling on the spot as if she has forgotten how to walk. Ieyasu watches, that same, saccharine smile breaking out across his face from earlier. He picks up the gown she wore for him and drapes it over her shoulders as tenderly as one might expect from a lover. The moment is over all too quickly, though, and he reaches for her throat.

"Say anything about what happened here and I’ll kill you,” he says, barely above a whisper. 

Ordinary women might be frightened of such a threat, but she knows the truth behind the venom. It is his first time bedding a woman and Nobunaga has already humiliated him enough.

She puts her dress on quickly, stopping to bow before leaving his chambers. The night is cool against her skin and the feast still active, the sounds of merrymaking as loud now as when she arrived at Ieyasu’s room. She wonders how long has passed; the sky is so dark that it might pass for morning or night.

She glances back in the direction of Ieyasu’s room, considering how many men she has entertained and the identities she has crafted over the years. It is satisfying, to say the least, to finally bed someone with a better mask than her own. 

[solariic]

chaotic morning

i woke up not being able to hear out of my right ear after several days of knowing the wax was building up and i’m like aight let’s do this and did the softener stuff and got a BIG OL CHUNK IT WAS NASTEE

then i come out and it’s fuckin snowing what the hell i wore a tank top outside two days ago

and my parents are in sweater vests and button ups and watching the masters and i’m struck by the whiteness

i’m being an adult eating cookie cereal

morning kids

[tidedfate]

SHIPPING MEME .

What  is  your  OTP  for  your  character?  i don’t really have one for him just yet?

What  are  you  willing  to  write  when  it  comes  to  shipping?   i really like soft, tender moments.... exaggerating the point where it feels like it’s just two people in the whole world. i also like writing conflict between a potential ship;  angst is my forté, after all.

How  large  does  the  age  gap  have  to  be  to  make  it  uncomfortable?   that depends on what timeline i’m writing him? i won’t write anything pedo cause nastee, but i mostly like writing snb!sin anyway, so i won’t end up writing him being shipped with someone way older than him.

Are  you  selective  when  shipping?  yes. i won’t do shipping calls or anything like that―  not that there’s anything wrong with anyone who does―  i just like writing relationships naturally? i’m a little picky with that, yeah.

How  far  do  steamy  moments  have  to  go  before  they’re  considered  NSFW?   well, pretty much anything you wouldn’t show your boss i’d say? gettin neky and all that jazz is where it all starts :eyes:

Who  are  the  other  characters  you  ship  your  character  with?   depends again on what timeline?

Does  one  have  to  ask  to  ship  with  you?    yes,,,  well i mean kinda? if it’s something we have a mutual understanding of, then i don’t think it’s necessary―  for me, anyway.

How  often  do  you  like  to  ship?   if i find the right person to ship with, i love doing it! it’s not a necessity or a priority tho on this blog.

Are  you  ship  obsessed  or  ship  more-or-less?    like isla said, somewhere in the middle!

Are  you  multi-ship?   yes, but this also comes back to who i’m shipping with. 

What  are  your  favorite  ships  in  your  current  fandom?   sinja, sinseren, juhaku, rukh + not being rewritten.

Finally,  how  does  one  ship  with  you?   please just yell @ me tbh. 

tagged  by  :  @saeiqas ♥♥ tagging  :  uh, anyone who sees this floating around? :eyes:

[criticalbeavty-a]

hey guys so... in an attempt to not Lose My Mind and remake again im going to be making some changes, starting with threads: unless you are tagged below, every active thread i have is being dropped. i’m sorry, i know i’m incredibly inconsistent with replies as it is but i’m really trying to get my shit together so here i am

just a reminder these are threads that i am keeping

@qvstion - the nastee one @yeoliehq - harper & jude ( the first meet & the stream kiss ) @gccdheavcns - taeil & julius @trvth - the ones with our kids ( + the starters i owe you ) @palosvnto - hideki & koma @hellcvator - newest thread @ballerinc - asa & ara @limctless - colton & harley

[cutercreep]

being that i have zero followers i’m just gonna talk bout my fic thoughts so i don’t badger my poor SO with my flurry of horny fic woes. . . that aren’t really woes tbh

ANYWAY we’re close to move in day so things are too hectic for me to be creative. i’ve been working on an all might fic for two weeks but every time i sit down to write i just think of picking out dinnerware. . . which is good! it’s just sad because i wanna write nastee hornie fic

to keep my mind off things i’ve been playing f/e/3//h// and it turns out my faves have woefully few fic about them. or at least the kind of fic i wanna read. so naturally i’ve been thinking about how i’d write a yandere rhea fic but i’m not there yet--not even done with the game!!! 

i’m also not caught up with bokunobois so i’ve been avoiding tumblr because duh lmao, i wanna read it myself

i ALSO have an old doc of the start of a btd fanfic i may or may not write. i thought strade was my fave but i guess lawrence is easier for me to write? honestly i can’t wait for the price of flesh to get released so i can see celia in action before trying to write anything for her

[mvrderofgods]

im sending 🔥🔥 for each of the beans on this blog xoxoxoxo love gossip claire

LET’S OPEN THIS GODDAMN SIN PIT !!!

send me 🔥 for a descriptive sexual headcanon pls specify muse and don’t do this unless you’re claire because i love them and they’re a mess. 

under a read more because uh. this is long as shit ok. 

MAD SWEENEY

oh man. OH MAN. see here’s the thing. here’s the fucking thing about my boi here. my dirty rowdy fight boy. he isn’t tender. he isn’t sweet or soft or any of that shit, no, no, this lil babe fucks. and i mean he fucks. he’s the sort of guy who’ll pin you down and make your back arch. listen. he fucks the way he fights. he kisses like he’s got a goal, he has large hands and he uses them, presses them to spine to pull them closer, uses them to force them to bare necks to a biting sucking mouth. listen. listen. listen. listen. sweeney pins people down, he bites their necks, he leaves bruises he pulls them and pushes them and he’s rough. he’s rough and he does not do the jackrabbit okay, he’s not a one pump chump, sweeney’s all about hard and fast and brutal and not keeping a perfect rhythm so he can surprise you and get that sweet gasp he likes hearing. when he’s having fun, and i mean when there’s banter and talking back and shit talking, when they push back against him but don’t win, that’s what he likes, that’s when he likes to draw it out, the go for broke stroke, the slow deep thrust. that is. when he’s got a bed. if not it’s all up against bathroom stalls, bent over sinks, fucking over tables and desks and bars. listen. what i’m saying is. sween isn’t into bdsm on the daily but the man fucks like an animal. ok bye. 

LAURA MOON

laura. oh laura, laura, laura, laura. she uh, listen. she just wants a good hard fuck. she wants a fuck that doesn’t leave her riding a dick or a set of fingers or hell even a face and thinking ‘just a little bit more.’ laura is the kind of person who loves sex but has to fucking struggle to the goddamn finishline and it’s supposed to be a team but god that last leg feels like it’s all her. She doesn’t mind being on top, will top if she feels like the person she’s with doesn’t know what they’re doing. she’s not above just getting up and fucking leaving. she’s not above telling them how she wants it done, or telling them they’re not doing it. she’ll grab their hand and say ‘christ, you need a map or something ??’ she’ll slap their hands away from her breasts and say ‘they’re not fuckin radio knobs.’ she knows what she wants and she’ll be damned if she can’t get it. she wants the kind of fuck that puts her out of her head for as long as it can. loves long drawn out things that leave her pleasantly sore and tired enough to sleep without struggling. she actually doesn’t like getting eaten out. and yeah, she knows, marrying a man who loves it was kind of a dumb move on her part but it’s all soft wet heat, not rough, not pinning her in the moment it’s soft edge and muzzy and she can’t deal with that. she rakes her hands down his neck, his back, tells him to use his teeth. she’s crude, she’s vulgar, tells people to hurry up and fuck her. says what she wants in bed and doesn’t bother feeling shame about it. 

APHRODITE

oh man, oh man. listen. they’re the goddess of love and beauty and they’re fucking nASTEE. they love face sitting, people on them, them on other people. they really do not fucking care. on top of it??? they love using their mouth, they don’t care on what for what they just want to strip the lies out of people, make them feel so much they can’t even consider faking it, they like to not let up, not give them a moment’s pause, they want to overwhelm and overturn and force you out of your mind. they want it to be an experience that’s unforgettable, they want you to taste them on another person’s lips, to close your eyes and see them. they can be rough, they can be tender, they can be whatever you want from them because at the end of the day the more turned on their partner is the more likely they are to get off themselves. they love taking control, they love giving up control, they love the physical act of sex but more often then not they love the build up to sex, that fizzle of anticipation and adrenaline, when you’re sure and desperate so so desperate, when everything is a livewire and every touch makes your skin sing. 

WALLSTREET

he’s a goddamn fuck boy. he’s entitled and arrogant and god does he get off on power. he likes people who can put on a show, he likes strip teases he like slowly removing clothes, he likes treating people like candy or gifts to unwrap, he likes dirty talking, he liked praising his partners and he loves to humiliate them ( but only if they’re into it ) he’s an exhibitionist, loves the idea of an audience. listen okay guys i’m just going to be honest with you here. don’t judge me. wallstreet is a fuckng filthy kid okay. he likes being called daddy, he likes sugar babies, he likes being an exhibitionist jerk who throws money at complaints to make them go away. he likes knowing he has so much money he doesn’t need to buy prostitutes people come to him. he likes quick and filthy encounters in bathrooms of expensive clubs. he likes having his dick sucked under tables and desks, he likes wrapping hair around his fist and pulling. he’s into tying people down and making them beg, listen i’m a good person okay. he likes coming on people. he likes shower sex, he likes bath sex that’s opulent and over the top. he likes fucking on money, he likes fucking against windows, he actually ! does care about if his partners get off, he cares a lot, all about reputation this boy. they get two he gets one kind of guy. but i mean they got to put up with everything else to get there so uh. good luck. he’s into hitting by the way. so you know. and i mean like with a crop. okay bye. 

LAW

LISTEN !!!!!!! for all the jokes made. my boi is not into zaddy kink ok. he’s not. he’s just…………………………………………………….a dom. a very dom. dom. He’s law, he’s control, he has two settings, rough or gentle and they tend to overlap if given enough time. he’s not talkative with one night stands, not in bed. he makes sure they have a nice time but he doesn’t really give a flying fuck about them beyond sex. he isn’t one for attachments but he does have a few repeated one night stands, he likes knowing exactly what makes his partner tick, he likes knowing what to do to drive you out of your mind. he likes taking his sweet time edging someone for hours, for so long they’re begging and so, so desperate. he likes dirty talking, yeah, okay, i know, but he does. he likes to dirty talk, likes to whisper filth into the crease between hip and thigh, likes to leave scattered bruises in darkening purple. law is a mess okay, he’s a mess and he’s domineering, he likes to hold people down, he likes to tease and edge people without even removing a single stitch of clothing, likes to plan slow ridiculously long seductions and foreplay. he likes to bite, likes to leave imprints of his teeth all over their skin, likes to grip their hips and their thighs and their asses as he’s fucking them. likes to set a hand around their throat and pull their head back for a kiss, for a better angle, likes to grab by the shoulder to pull them back as he thrusts. he’s a mess. he likes wrapping hair around his hands and he likes to grip the back of their necks. law will spend a stupid amount of time eating someone out, he’ll do it long past his jaw is aching, likes to mic pleasure with pain by nipping with teeth, sucking hard, and adding an edge to it. what i’m saying is law is brutal and awful during sex. he likes to hold people down, he likes edging them, he likes biting their lips, he likes leaving bruises, he likes making people shake. he likes making them scream, he likes hearing that very specific gasp that only happens when you’re unprepared for a surge of pleasure. he loves people who are vocal with it, he loves people who give themselves up to pleasure and don’t try to hide anything. 

THAT’S IT FOR TONIGHT DAMN IT I HAVE WORK TOMORROW AND IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT. 

[exobiasaday]

170707 - Baekhoe

Today’s bias is Baekhyun!

He’s recording something.  And it looks like he’s feeling brave.

Baekhyun: “Hehehehe, one less button blocking your view.”

Baekhyun: “Oh look, I’m all wet.”

Baekhyun: “My shirt is sticking to my body.  I’ll roll up my sleeves too.”

Chanyeol: “...Why is Baekhyun being a hoe for everyone to see?  Doesn’t he know he’s on camera?”

Baekhyun: “Ahh, now I’m all dry.  What should we do now?”

Baekhyun: “Ahhh, don’t say it!  You were about to say something pervy.  No nastee thoughts!”

Baekhyun: “...Yet.”

Chanyeol: “WHAT.  OKAY, THAT’S IT.”

Chanyeol: *bursts into the room where Baekhyun is filming*  “STOP IT RIGHT NOW.”

Baekhyun: “...Chanyeol?  You already want me to stop?”

Chanyeol: “YES, stop being like that in front of everyone!!!”

Baekhyun: “...Okay, so you didn’t understand what we were doing.”

Baekhyun: “Get back in that room.  This live broadcast is for your eyes only!”

Chanyeol: “...It’s not on VLive?  For everyone?”

Baekhyun: “No, stupid.  It’s only for Park Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol: “...!”

Baekhyun: “Yeah.  Now get back in the room and enjoy it.”

Chanyeol: “Am I being filmed too?”

Baekhyun: “Only right now, since you’re in here with the camera.” *lies*

Chanyeol: *runs back to his private room to watch the rest of Baekhyun’s show*

Baekhyun: “Now, where were we?”

Chanyeol: *completely understands, and completely participates* 

Sehun and Kai, elsewhere: *watching Chanyeol’s reaction to Baekhyun*  “I can’t believe how into it he is!!!”

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[taahko]

hey so... I really respect you... but I'm straight? so like how can i as a straight girl NOT victimize the lgbtq+ community? i don't want to piss yall off and you seem informed on the matter

oh whoa big question uhh

any of my other fellow Gays can add on to this if they want but for me its like.......... 3 main things: Don’t Fetishize, Don’t Minimize, and perhaps most importantly to me, Don’t Avoid

Don’t Fetishize: i’m a gay woman (ish), not a gay man, so i can’t speak to all sides of the issue and idk what your media consumption habits are, but fetishization of the lgbt community is a huge problem in movies, tv shows, and fandom. yeah, even (and especially) so called ‘gay allies’ in fandom spaces are hell bent on twisting gay love, especially mlm love, into something to jack off to and its nasty. heres some things to avoid and/or call out as they happen:

phrases like “hot gay sex” in a post written by a straight person

honestly any detailed descriptions/fantasies of gay sex written or described by straight people because it’s always through this lense of ‘oh em gee guys wldnt this be so Hot!!’ like no. shut up and let gay people exist for themselves u nastees

straight people talking a LOT about their usually mlm ships wth this kind of detailed yet detached air, like theyre entitled to every second of a gay relationship yet dont quite see the participants as human

all of this goes double if one or both of the people in the ship is a poc, because thats a Big Red Alert for intersectional bigotry right there

Don’t Minimize: this one’s sort of for more of irl interactions and its something ive encountered a lot, especially from more liberal people (of which there are a lot here in nyc). something that liberal straight people tend to want to do a lot is minimize the struggles of lgbt people. this allows them to turn a blind eye to acts of homophobia and ignore a lot of the pain that their lgbt friends and relatives go through, because theyve convinced themselves it’s not a big issue. ways to avoid this:

don’t respond to descriptions of homophobia (irl or online!) with exasperated phrases like “UGH come on! it’s 2017 people we should be past this!” because any gay person on earth would be happy to tell you that no, we’re really not 

expressions of sympathy or support are welcomed, as long as they arent patronizing or dismissive. dont just pull a face and say ‘oh that sucks’ and leave it at that when you hear about homophobia in action. investigate, learn, research, critique. look deeper.

but don’t expect any gay person you know to perform intellectual labor for you and tell you everything about the community without you finding anything out for yourself. google is real and it’s right there in your hand

work to understand that homophobia is global and it is societal and the win for marriage equality did not change the quality of life or the mental health of many gay people in the country and especially the world. this is a huge issue, and it affects us every day

(sidenote writing all of this out for u could be considered unprompted intellectual labor so if you have a million followup questions maybe try.....googling it)

Don’t Avoid: ok so after reading all of that, you might be feeling a little...exhausted of it. maybe youre thinking “all of this is so complicated, theres so many ways to fuck it up, maybe i shouldn’t even try”. maybe youre tempted to retreat from this, to avoid gay media and gay discourse in order to avoid messing up or "pissing us off”. don’t do that. as much as i like to make jokes about straighties and shit, even i can recognize that we do actually kind of need your guys’ support on the social and political spheres. and for yall to do that effectively, you need to be informed.

seek out gay media. seek out gay characters. learn to love them and care for them as people. dont avoid them because they might make you, deep down, a little uncomfortable

seek out gay PEOPLE. lgbt focused blogs, lgbt icons and influencers, lgbt celebrities, lgbt friends. dont be afraid to interact with us or talk to us. the only way to improve and to grow is to try

monitor yourself, monitor your actions. do you use gay as an insult? no? do you laugh with people who do, without criticism? do you avoid speaking up for gay people around you out of fear of being seen as ‘other’ or worse, gay yourself? these are a few of the questions you should be asking yourself, every day

honestly im really touched that you reached out to me about this. i know i wrote a lot, but honestly, theres million more things to be said. i really do encourage my lgbt mutuals and followers to add on to this IF they want with their own suggestions, and i encourage you and any other straight people to read them! 

[sylphboned-a]

imma let you finish but

binch im back again to wish the extraordinary, the legendary, the sweetest, the creative @filthborn aka kaley aka eel.    i’m a little loopy on benadryl again but listen !!!!! this woman right here probably is my one true love!    i’ve known her since eel and tbh i still call her that because she is the nicest, gentlest eel out there.    she will not sting you (i mean unless you upset here but hey!) i’ve known kaley since the beginning of time tbh !!!! followed me through every ridiculous muse i’ve made and same with her, except her muses aren’t ridiculous.

no sir they are not!    every muse she makes is carefully crafted!    no really, for real i have seen her spend days on constructing a muse either affiliated with baby or not.    i’ve seen during the times she’s left tumblr she’s taken that to map out a new character or even baby.    boy, baby has gone through so much changes and i almost feel honored to say that i’ve seen and been through those changes with her.    not because i have muses that interact with her muses, we’re just that good of friends and it’s something special and intimate to share every little detail about a muse with someone.

ANYWAYS!    happy birthday kaley!!!!!!    i probs won’t do this next year, but come 21 and oh man we’re gonna have a Fucking Party (not a fucking party, ya nastee).    thank you for being the kindest, patient, supportive, and so on so forth friend !!!!!    because gosh darn it you know both me n u need that in our lives.    i hope i’ve filled that duty ??????    you deserve those diamonds, you deserve every good thing that should happen to you today.    you deserve life, you deserve being here and you deserve me as a friends because come on im great! jkjkjk hapy birthday me love !!!!    have a good day or else tom waits might b sad!

[lovechoice]

I noticed that all the nastee stans aka the ones who are like.... super judgmental/mean and sexually explicit towards fans/groups are always like.... young or not at all near the age(s) of a group in this case bts... aka they kno they have no chance at allll w being w x group (neither does anyone else tbh) so they just like.... don’t care?? Does this make sense probably not I’m tired sorry fjdbdhsh

yea i see that like i see a lot of minors say shit like that and im like... do you even know what you’re saying LMAO. but i used to be kind of disgusting (not to idols just like in general) so like i get it just, i’d rather if people gonna be nasty do it to themselves like dont post it everywhere? 

some of these kids need to get what i got when i was like 15 where my mom and dad read every post I made out loud, that taught me real quick💀