#it makes me heart so melty and happy

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Got to hang out with my best friend from high school today after not seeing them for 5 years and I’m so emotional and happy

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Can't Feel My Face.

Synopsis. First time getting pússydrúnk = first time losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, dúmbifícation, tummy buIges, they go FÈRAL, cúmplay, marathons, babbIing, proposals, GOJO’S POWERS, ínnappropriate use of jujutsu, breéding, MEAN Geto, rough s, p sIapping, manhandIing, true form Sukuna, dp, exhíbitíonism (Geto and Higuruma), cervíx kíssing, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Happy wife, happy life

“One more.”

“M-more, ma?”

The very tips of Toji’s ears burn with a scorching red blush, jaw gritting tighter and tighter with every pap! of your delicious hips slamming down onto his. And if you heard the way his rasping baritone cracked towards the end, well-

“Toji—” You’re gasping, swiping away the treacly droplets of saliva gushing from one end of his dopey grin. Like he didn’t even realize it. “Are you-”

“No.” 

The answer is instantaneous - seething. And so is the way he’s latching on two meaty palms on either side of your waist. Manhandling your glissading body until that slight smirk was fully pounded off of your lips. 

He was vulgar. Spitting through clenched teeth, “M’not- not what you’re ngh- thinking, silly girl. Tch- m’not that w-weak.” Toji’s darting his eyes up n’ down, mouth ajar at the heavenly sight of you gulping down every one of his long inches. Babbling thickly, “M’not- s’just that…”

“Just what?” And you didn’t know who was more ruined - you or him.

“Just…m-marry me.”

Oh, it was definitely him. Toji Fushiguro was fully and officially pussydrunk. 

A filmy gaze takes over his verdant eyes when those words make your glossy entrance flood with a few more slathers of slick, splotches of it puddling all over his jagged happy trail. He was in heaven. 

That is, until Toji realizes just what he’s uttered and he’s inhaling a sharp gasp. Fuck.

Bulging pecs heaving with embarrassment and pure carnal need once he tiredly hovers up two fat fingerpads and smashes your cheeks together into a pathetic pout. Lurching you over and gifting your lolling pinkish tastebuds with a syrupy web of saliva to shut you up before you can even think of snarking back.

“Sh-shut up.” He’s groaning into your slack cavern, brandishing a harsh strike of his bloated tip circumference into your cervix. Tense core burning with the stretch, “Just- just if we’re gonna hck! make Megumi a big brother, m’gonna marry you, ma- don’t be stupid.”

Fuck- what?

Your heart races, and Toji seems to have realized the effect his little confession had on you - even when his mind was all melty and feverish like this. 

Because you’re getting graced with a rapid three spanks to your drooling slit, before drawing a lazy few hearts over your perky clit. The ravenous end of his thumb was driving you mad, “That’s right. Open ‘er wider. Lemme see, ma.”

“S-so bossy.” You’re muffling out a whine, yet mindlessly heeding to every word he was prattling off. There’s a resounding squelch! from below you once Toji pries apart your gluey walls and matches your other set of lips by spitting out a steady stream of spittle. Choking out a moan at the beads of his own cum leaking out of you, “Sh-shiiit, Toji—”

“T-T-Toji—” He’s mocking, so many dramatic octaves higher to hide the needy tremor in his words. The meaner Toji got, the meaner his thrusts became. 

And the meaner his calloused fingers were, wafting over your pussymound to swipe up every weepy ounce of seed. Popping a few generous helpings of caramel salt sap into your mouth, “N’ you say I’m the- ngh- pussydrunk one.”

But he was - oh, he was.

No matter how much he was planting his feet flatly on the soft mattress to hide the desperate shiver running through every overstimulated limb in his body, no matter how much he was scrunching his heavy lids shut to stow away just how far his glassy irises were sliding backwards. 

You were riding him for what felt like hours now, and he was already tearing up. Delicately-flushed face drooping into the cushy pillow. You’re humming, “You are.”

“Shut the fuh-fuck up.” He growls, a slow trickle of sweat forming at his temple. “Pussydrunk- tch. As if. Can ya see hearts in m-my eyes or what, ma?”

Toji couldn’t stop himself from reeling one big, beefy arm behind his head and clasping onto the mahogany headboard. Building up dangerously, “S-so what if I c-can’t think- so what if this pretty pussy makes me want a baby—” 

His massive biceps flex so attractively, knuckles straining - hard enough that your head snaps up at the splintering crack! of wood-

“Toji- fuck fuck fuck–” Struggling to get out mere syllables let alone full sentences, he was swirling the ruby-red curve of his length ‘round and ‘round your mushy insides so good. Slippery orifice at the very middle of his mushroomy tip leaving heated French snogs all over those magical spots, “Are- are you okay, baby–?”

Shit, he’s bowing his muscular back the perfect curvature off of your drenched bedsheets. Sweat-glazed abs crushing up into your front, he scrunches his nose and keens.

“No- No.” There’s a zip! of power - of Toji’s power - and the bed cracks even further, as if he wasn’t even in control of it. “Gooood I love you, doll- love her.”

“Wh-what-” You’re following his lecherous gaze back down to your filthy cunt, where he was salivating at the sultry sight of your puffy pussy lips struggling to accommodate him. All weepy and messy. Messy with him.

Your tummy turns with just how full you were of his milky sap, yet you wanted more. Veins bubbling at the glutinous swash of his wiry strings of seed coating your innermost walls. 

Overstuffed to your tight brim with every girthy inch of his cock, a cute dimple embeds its way into the side of Toji’s cheek when he sees one of his puffy veins rub your slick hole just the way you liked. Snickering out - airy, breathless. Nonsensically. “I’m not p-pussydrunk- she is. Got me- got me goin’ crazy.”

There’s a solid twitch of Toji’s sobbing fat head at the very bottom of your pussy, and it’s all you can do to not scream. Close. 

Rutting your hips in a semi-bounce, it marks all down the striking flesh of your thighs with Toji’s prominent hipbones. It marks the door to your womb with him- 

“Cum f’me then, Toji—” You’re whimpering, watching the way his eyes widen a simple fraction. “A-all up inside- want it. Want is so ngh- bad.”

“G-greedy girl.” He grunts, oh-so-smug.

The very last thing before Toji feels like he’s in fucking heaven. Before he thinks that you might just be an angel watching over him - shuddering right over him while he pumps you so very full of copious volumes of cum.

It’s filthy. It’s overspilling. 

And he doesn’t even know how he’s still cumming, but right now Toji doesn’t think he can stop.

Toes curling with stimulation, towering body trembling underneath your very touch. He was sensitive. And he was rutting his hips up in an eager one-two to push the ivory wads of cum deeper inside of you-

“S-so full.” You’re biting your lip- only for a split-second before Toji’s straying up a thick thumb and pulling it out from between your teeth.

You feel your core heat up as soon as he takes over nipping on your lower lip like his favorite candy. And with one hand he’s stroking the drooling ends of your cunt, lapping up his saturated seed; with the other he’s patting that tummy bulge of yours. “T-told you I’ll get ya ngh- pregnant.”

“Toji…” You’re crooning, and that low tone of yours is enough to make his breath hitch. Your hips come down in an arched drag all down his toned abs, grinding your neglected clit. Hard. “One more?”

Toji’s voice cracks, “P-please.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “J-just the…”

Now, Nanami meant to feed your cute, weepy orifice with just his fattened tip - he meant to give his pretty lil’ wife only a taste before he had to rush off to work this morning. 

Half-dressed up in that formal suit you loved so much, heated body firm against your adorably arched back. At least…that’s what he meant to do.

But with only a singular proud inch sunken inside you, your husband finds himself gasping. Heaving. “Just the tip” be damned. 

“M-my darling—” What’s this? Nanami Kento never stutters. He never sounds so…fucked-out already.

Your hips rut backwards and make him break out in a boiling hot sweat, “Are you okay–?”

One warm hand clamors down to the curve of your waist where you were pressed side-by-side, sensually dragging up that flimsy silk nightgown of yours. The other immediately rovering to his hefty base and squeezing as if to hold himself back.

“Fuck- fuck! Yes, dear, I-I’m okay, just…” He’s pushing his condensed glasses up, drawling with a throaty tinge of madness in his words. Batting and batting those long tawny lashes, but his vision was still tinged with such hot arousal. “Do you have hah- anythin’ you want to say to say t’me, hm?”

You’re craning your glassy eyes over your shoulder with a quirked brow, thighs falling further open at his scorching hot nudge. Yearning for more more more. “What do you mean, Ken?”

And oh- shit. 

Your voice saying his first name like that is enough to make Nanami’s powerful hips rut in a way he didn’t even mean to. Enough to make him bite down fervently on his stern lower lip and suck in a deep inhale once his plumpened crownhead jolts–

“Y-your pretty pussy, my love.” He’s gasping out in a cloudy pant of heat and haze against the back of your neck. So earnestly filthy when complimenting your cunt that it makes you squirm, “Feels s-so…so heavenly. Wet. Even more than usual.”

Fuck. 

And then it hits you.

“Maybe- hck!” It was so difficult to speak when your dear Nanami was just bursting with nervous lust, his muscular thighs shivering up against the backs of your own. Ready to pounce. Read to break you. Your whine trills with anticipation, “Maybe it’s because m’ovulating, Kento. I haaaah- heard that can affect ah!”

“Shit, how could I have forgotten?” 

And right now you don’t know whether he’s muttering huskily to you or to himself. Every spilling syllable making his abdomen angle subconsciously deeper and deeper. A rapid little push back and forth to fit past your taut ring of soft muscle, “M-my calendar said it’s your ngh- ovulation week, darlin’. That’s why she’s so…sloppy. That’s why she’s making me so…”

Pussydrunk. Nanami’s voice trails away behind you like he couldn’t even bear to finish the sentence - because he’s never been like this. So out-of-control.

Indeed, you’re pouring out such tangled knots of slick that it was making the base of Nanami’s curvaceous balls flood. Slathering out a thick coating of sap all over his fat digits and then some. 

“But look at you- ohhh look at you—” Breathless worship strikes you once he’s lurching up his hand to admire the glossy glaze you’d topped all down his golden wedding ring. Awe-struck. Plopping them into his mouth with a soggy fwop! “C-can’t believe you’re mine. Ohh can’t believe you’re mine.” And before you know it, Nanami spanks the end of his palm down your pussymound. Hard. “M’s-sorry, my love.”

What was he even apologizing for? 

Just as soon as you’re left wondering - you’re given your answer. 

In a single, jagged buck that makes your toes curl with bliss, the staggering stretch of Nanami’s size dabs open every nook n’ cranny inside of you. As if he was well and fully intent on splitting you apart. 

He didn’t even have to try to mush the zig-zag of his veiny underside down your sweetest spots, buttery orifice topping with such heaps of sweltering hot slick dripping off of your cervix. Your tummy weighs down with the viscous plap! of his sugarcoating pre.

“Bite- bite down if m’too rough, my wife.” You’re blinking back your bleary vision to take in the sight of his smooth, tannish forearm presented in front of you. All strong and sexily flexing, it simply makes your mouth water. “Because s’about to get…bumpy.”

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to work today.

Not when he had you like this - your mouth spilling out so many ounces of drunken saliva, your gummy walls molding and taking him in so easily. 

“Atta giiiirl— take it. Jus’ the- just the-” He’s cutting himself off with every lightning bolted vein pushing past your teary entrance, letting off a gasp! just as soon as he takes a glance down to find himself all bottomed-out. Way past the tip, still pushing and pushing and pushing- “Oh, s-sorry. Can’t control it ngh! Sorry sorry sorry can’t-” 

“Fuck! S-so good, Kento–” You’re whimpering, flinching at the wet texture of his tongue stealing a looong lick up your throat. 

The sharpened edges of his canines - ones he normally oh-so-carefully kept away from damaging your pretty skin - nip down your sprinting pulse. Mouth watering at the throbbing ba-dump! he could feel. Nanami’s voice comes out tight, restrained still. “But- but m’being so…pussydrunk.”

Truly, in every sense of the word. 

The only thing on Nanami’s mind being to pound his bloated length into you so vulgarly rough that his toned obliques were aching. To prick the target of your g-spot each n’ every time with his swirling crownhead, leaving wet spatters of precum for you to remember him by. 

And you don’t know if he could even hear you right now, you don’t know if he could even breathe. And yet, you find yourself babbling away anyways, “But- But I like it rough, Ken.”

Fuck.

Nanami’s mouth parts open with a breathless little, “Fuck.” And you swear you’re hearing his rich bass break into a zillion pieces at the end. 

His once-sloppily needy turning into something even ruder, wringing out a pitch ah! ah! ah! out of you with every thrust. He’s trotting down a free palm underneath your slick-lacquered inner thighs and smearing you open shamefully. 

“Sh-shit- in so deep.” You’re whinging euphorically, fingers itching to grab the expensive fabric of his tie trawling up and down your back. “M-maybe I should get you hck! pussydrunk more often, hm?”

Oh, how he agreed. 

But Nanami wasn’t done. Far from it - two fingers wrenching your tear-streaked face to meet his deep molten gaze, hips searing hot. “Mhm— Now look into my eyes when I fuck you stupid, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - IT GIRL!

“Fuck-” Geto’s cutting himself off with a strangled gasp! when you let your fingers thread through his long, inky locks. Crescents of your nails caressing his sweat-drenched scalp and making him keen. Pulling. He stares around at the cult members encircling you two, “-y-you.”

“S’what you’re hngh! doing, Sugu—” You’re giggling out, biting your lip - though, not for long. Choking on a pitiful squeal once he thumbs away your entrapped maw and bites. 

A punishment. 

A punishment was what this was supposed to be - to embarrass your adorable self for messing up that last mission. 

But fuck- right about now, it was Geto who was so thoroughly impacted by the way you were straddling his slender hips just so. Your vulgar tempo drives his eyes skittering all the way to the back of his lids. 

Shit, he should’ve never let you ride him.

“S’this- s’this all ya got?” Geto grits his pearly whites, stare darting away from your tempting tits before he loses it. His meaty thighs fold up behind you n’ inch you down towards him. Because, hell, he didn’t think he could even raise his delirious head at the moment. 

Tone raising, “See that? Tch, shoulda- shoulda had this be your task instead. S’where you belong, slutty lil’ thing.”

Oh, and you already knew he didn’t mean a word that spilled out of his ravenous mouth. Already knew that Geto probably didn’t even know what he was babbling. 

“Mhm— yes, leader.”

Panting at what a tease you are.

Parched tongue soothing over the bruise surely to blossom on your pretty lips. And Geto’s next words are low, dangerous - you swear his hazy amethyst eyes flash with something that told you you were fucked. “Gettin’ reeeeal mouthy, gorgeous.”

One spank sings out a sharp thwack! from your puffed-up pussylips, and then two more ring from where Geto’s toying the curved ends of his slender digits over your clit. Ruthless. Greedy gaze narrowing while his other hand rakes looong lines down your hips. “Too mouthy.” 

You’re whimpering at the sheer unadulterated stimulation - the way that he was fucking up into you so mean. Cutting off each of your stuttered bounces with a striking rut of his own. With a solid smooch! into where your tender g-spots were aching.

He was fucking you stupid.

The air sings with his dragged-out whistle, “Cockdrunken a-already, huh?”

Those last words aren’t meant for you - and your spine stiffens at the murmurs and agreements echoing from your little audience. 

Ah, might as well give them a show. 

Just then you’re tugging even harder on Geto’s silky hair and he whimpers- Stomach twisting, you barely manage to get out, “Who’s pussydrunken?” 

“Shit- you little–” He’s gurgling through a glistening line of drool that homes itself near the watery edges of his lips. Fighting and fighting to keep his head from lolling languidly backwards- why wasn’t his melty mind cooperating with him at all? “You- o-ohhhh, you are going to pay for this.”

God, you can’t help the way that little threat only leaves you wetter. 

Splotching out oodles of saccharinely syrupy slick that helps you slip n’ slide your throbbing clit all over the front of Geto’s washboard abs. Heavenly. Every laddered drag down his rippling muscles was delicious - you don’t know who enjoyed the lecherous act more, you or him. 

“What was that?”

Dewy eyes lock onto yours - heated. “Fuh-fuck you.” Rutting up harder and harder, your pace-ridden body stings after each pound. His hands on you grow painful - bruising - pushing your head down with a clawed hand on your scalp. “Fuck you fuck- fuck–”

And Geto’s long lashes glisten in the dim lighting as he bats away a bulbous sheen of tears, taking his sweet sweet time to even register what you were talking about.

In the distance you think you hear someone gasp. The big, bad leader of the Time Vessel Association brought to tears? Brought to utter speechlessness?

You’re snickering down at your leader before you know it. Clingy walls molding around his cylindrical length like a hot adhesive in a way that made him blush, “S’this your fuck! first time bein’ pussydrunk?”

Thighs shaking, “I-I’m not–”

“Well, can you even hah- remember my name, Sugu–?”

“Bitch.” He spits out.

He was completely and utterly under your thumb for the very first time and he didn’t know how to handle it. Doing everything and anything. Losing face in front of his followers — fast. 

And you could feel yourself getting closer and closer at just how pretty Geto Suguru was under the mercy of your sultry touch. Shivering bodily wherever your sensory fingertips drifted, gasping through bouts of driveling slobber whenever your engulfing pussy squeezed too tight. 

Geto’s latching both trembly hands of his on the slamming mounds of your flesh and pinning you down. Holding you so-very-still. 

You can practically hear the danger-impeding growl in the words snarled against your ear. “Who’s pussydrunk now?” He’s sinking the sharp fringes of his canines into your sensitive lobe once you start gyrating your hips impatiently. Barely shifting an inch, “Yeah? Yeahhh wan’ me to m-move, huh?”

“That’s- that’s unfair.” You’re huffing and puffing above him, your hardened nipples catching onto the curves of his pecs sinfully. So close. 

“Oh yeah? S’it unfair?” Towards the rest of the cult- and of course, they follow their leader. Of course, they’re agreeing with whatever Geto’s drawling out drunkenly. Spitting into your half-open mouth, “They don’t think so.”

And oh, that lustful cloud taking over his gaze told you that it wasn’t over. 

The way that Geto was turned on enough to drool with every swab into your geysering insides told you enough- 

With another loud swat planted on where your heated pussymound was waterfalling out sploshing heaps of slick, he thumbs the perky outers of your clit. “Cum f’me then. Make yourself ah- cum and I might jus’ forgive you for c-calling me tch- pussydrunk.”

You were already so close- already teetering on the edge that only another vulgar swerve of his fattened cock massaging your insides is all it takes.

You might have been just as far gone as he was. Head throwing back, a strangled whine of Sugu– escaping you, capped knees plopping you down even harder to ride out your white-hot high. 

And Geto was letting you.

Oh, fuck any stupid punishment - he was letting you trawl out every blissful pinpoint of your high on him. Using him. Mouth falling open in a gasp once you don’t just cum - you’re squirting, a crashing wave of sweetened sap spraying out of you like a fountain.

Shit.

Shit shit shit- he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. Doesn’t even know what he’s thinking other than slapping down an open palm to scoop up every waterlogged gush pouring out of you.

Popping it into his mouth- “I-I said cum- not squirt, gorgeous.” Geto whines - whines - out, mouth smeared with a twisted, dopey grin that made him look so ruined. In the blink of your bleary eyes, he’s captured one of your hands to curl around his clammy throat, begging you to squeeze. Addicted. “Let’s s-see if we can get it right this time.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Raw, next question.

“C-can I really…?” Choso breathes out like a prayer, not even having put it in yet but oh-so-ruined already. Licking his cerise lips when he curls a few thin fingers around his hefty base and draaaags a long line down your teary slit, “S’it- s’it really okay f’me to go in raw this time, baby?”

And he was opening up your slobbery cunt so tenderly, prying your puffy folds apart to give your flooded entrance an admiring look. 

How ready and drooling you were - for him. All for him, him, him.

Fuck. It’s enough to make him blush maidenly pink and dart his honeypool eyes back up to your fluttering eyes. Attempting and failing to stop the animalistic twitch of his greedy crownhead-

“Mhm–” You’re drawling out, a few fingers tangling with his soft mahogany hair and making Choso moan. You swear you’re feeling the curvaceous edge of his mushroom tip spurt out a steamy jetstream of webbed pre, “Put it in, Cho. Wanna feel you deep inside, m’kay?”

He’s nodding away deliriously while you speak, nodding away even after. Head bobbling on its own like he was listening to the saturated slurps! being let off by your cunt the moment he’s sinking past.

“Gonna put it in, okay? Gonna put it- o-oh.” Choso ruts his ballooned-up cockhead in through your slippery hole, brushing the sensitive orifice in his middle right up against your gummy walls. All it takes for his half-lidded eyes to go pure white, “Baby. Baby…”

Trailing those words away into nothingness, you’re rendered equally as speechless when Choso wrenched his hips back as if in a daze. Disbelieving. Only to pump you full and fuller again, and again. 

And again and again and-

You’re brushing away a few strands of hair plastered onto his sweat-shimmering forehead, “Are you okay, Cho?”

“N-no-” Gasping out in short, condensed breaths that fan over your face in hot waves. Everything about your dear boyfriend was burning up right now; his skin, his words, his cadence. Pushing and pushing- “Why?”

Quirking a brow, it’s all you can do to not show off the tremor in your tone from the way he glides his sobbing tip down, down, down your cervix. “Wh-what do you mean, Cho?”

“Why?” Fuck- there it is again. Whispered out like an accusation over and over while he’s rovering two hands underneath your jittery thighs to fold you like a lawnchair into a lecherous mating press. With a peck to your lips, he moans, “Wh-why didn’t you tell me it could feel so ngh! good, baby– ohhh, baby, m’goin’ fucking crazy over here.”

And he was fucking you like it, too.

Usually Choso Kamo was smooth, suave where he wanted to be n’ letting you use him however you wanted with the cutest blush breezing all over his face. 

And he was blushing right now, alright. Only it was with sheerly raw frustration at the fact that his sobbing length was hitting the goopy bottom of your pussy and he couldn’t go any deeper. Like he couldn’t stop, hips out of control.

Handsome jaw clenching, he hikes up a powerful thigh and bends.

“F-fuuuuck–” You’re squealing at the searing stretch of his strengthened limbs manhandling you easily, bending you like some glorified ragdoll to every want and whim. “Baby-”

And just that little nickname is enough to make Choso shudder, all the way from the tips of his curled toes to this wobbly lower lip. Suddenly striking your gushing g-spot with so much rugged intensity that it makes your veins bubble n’ boil. 

“Baby.” He’s echoing out, a spit-slicked smile spreading all over his face. And there’s something in his gentle, fawny eyes that makes Choso look…feral. “Baby baby baby- fuuuuck, m’gonna give ya a baby.”

Your mouth drops into a neat oh of shock - so that’s what it was. 

He was pussydrunk. Utterly and completely pussydrunk, and only with a handful of vulgar strokes inside of your dripping cunt. 

The very thought is just enough to stimulate big, fat tears into welling up behind his eyes. And they’re smudging a Stygian few lines of eyeliner down Choso’s high cheekbones, blubbering. “S’that- s’that okay, baby?” Moaning when a few salty beads rover down to your tummy, he smears the mess to make it even messier. “Gonna have you m-milk me.”

“Maybe you should ask me when you’re not ngh- pussydrunk, Cho–” You’re managing out a barely-lucid giggle that only makes him huff adorably.

“Pussydrunk?”

“Mhm–”

“So that’s what it is. Can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but…this-” He’s angling his hips to perk up a rounded bulge at your tummy, and with a gasp you’re realizing that it’s where he was fucking into you. A lecherous, cylindrical outline that made your thighs tighten over Choso’s sculpted shoulders. Brushing a fat thumb over it, “I’m doin’ this right- hck- I’m reaching the very end of your p-pretty pussy.”

You’re halfway crying when his mean thumb taps over the rotund hill and pushes down. “Wanna make this bump e-even ngh- bigger, baby– Look so pretty all rooound n’ glowing.” You were so weak to the way he’s batting his long lashes, “Lookin’ like ya want me ta get you p-pregnant.”

He’s so shy about it - flushing the sweetest shade of red. But the way that only makes Choso buck even wilder into you was anything but. 

And you’re blaming that for the way your mouth opens with a pathetically pitched, “Yes. Yes please-” Throwing your arms amorously around his flexing shoulders, you could count every flex and shift of his back muscles. “-cum inside me, baby.”

And he does.

Your words were enough - more than enough. 

With only a few more deeply probing strikes to your sponged cervix, you’re feeling your poor cunt overspill with torrents of warm cum. 

Maybe along the way you’re cumming, too. But all you can feel are the thickened wads of him sliiiiding all down your leaky lips. Ribbons upon ribbons glistening down the stretched-out ends of your pussy and forming a creamy ring covering his base. 

Choso can only stare half-lidded at the utter mess his twitching cock was making. He almost feels a pang of disappointment at the ounces going to waste. 

“Hah?” Choso’s breath comes out panted and hollowed, burning hot against your face once his hips start slamming even harder into yours. Without even realizing. A lazy smile cracks his parted lips as if he couldn’t believe it, as if he was just discovering fucking you all full. “Hah- oh, baby- you’re gonna get me pregnant now. Gonna get me- shit. Might just.”

He looked so genuinely serious. Pussydrunk enough that it made sense to him. 

Splaying out your legs just a bit wider, he’s hastily latching a hand downwards. Pumping the excess of his long cock, the air between your legs just humming with cursed energy- is he…

“Choso-” You’re yelping at the pressure of cursed energy and your own high, eyeing the way that your boyfriend’s sexy face tattoo was ever-growing. “-are you using your power-”

“Yes-” He gasps, not a shred of shame. “Yes yes yes yes.” 

Not a shred of regret for the way he’s manipulating the blood in his body to go back down to his pulsing cock. To make himself stiffen up even harder and harder once more- 

One look at Choso told you he was gone. His first time going in raw and he’ll never be the same again.

Drooling, smiling. Eyes growing darker when his veiny cock pulls your rubbery walls tautly again, rock-hard. “Gotta make sure it takes, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - BOAF?!

Sukuna was filthy.

Sukuna was mean.

And Sukuna was veering right towards insanity once feels your trembly fingers eagerly twitching towards his second neglected cock. Wrapping your digits around his massively fat girth and pinpointing your clit with his crowned tip.

“What’cha think yer doing there, ma?” He’s leering down at you, snickering at the adorable way you huff and puff when his heavy, throbbing shaft makes your wrist ache. 

You pout in a stupidly pathetic way that makes the pulsing length inside of you twitch. Sukuna’s monstrous mouth on his stomach lapping up the stray rivulets of syrupy slick sprinkling from your cunt, “Just- just want both, Kuna.”

“Both?” He’s rumbling- in disbelief. In shock. How could one human be so…greedy? Parched tone lilting higher in both volume and pitch. “Barely handlin’ one n’ you want both?”

Oh, and when you can only nod and nod- Sukuna finds himself growling in desperation. No, it was something different, something more out-of-control. Hit with a sudden bout of something dizzyingly carnal inside of him-

He’s swatting down the fat pads of his fingertips on your teary pussymound, elongated nails hovering darkly above where you were the most tender n’ needy. 

And the king of curses finds himself biting his lower lip to hold back a moan when your pussy only gets wetter. “Show me then- prove it t’me how much you wan’ it, brat.”

“S-so badly.” With a cry of desperation, your fingers slither down to push apart your puffy pussylips. 

“Wider.”

“Ngh-” And it’s almost embarrassing just how intensely your lover looks at you, the way his cursed mouth licks its lips. “Want you both inside me.”

He’s…feral. 

Sukuna swirls a long finger of his own around your elastic wall, the edges of both mouths curling into a smirk at just how pliable you are. 

How he loved you. Loved this cunt. Couldn’t think of anything but that.

“Naughty fuckin’ thing.” He spits out, bubblegum pink brows furrowing. But- really, who the hell was Ryomen Sukuna against you? Especially when he himself feels so…fucked-out. Crimson eyes shuttering half-lidded, his grin turns handsomely lop-sided. “Take it then- take it already.”

He was making you feel so full. 

Both twin cocks so incredibly fat that your rubbery hole was being stretched to limits you didn’t even know were possible. And Sukuna takes every opportunity to make you gasp, to slip inside another thorough expanse of his veiny cock and leave your toes curling.

And that wasn’t all. 

Oh, that wasn’t all. The sheerly raw texture of both lengths bustling inside you was enough to make your slit pour out a quick few torrents of slick. As if you were squirting.

“Hoooly shit, mama.” He huffs out through sharply flared nostrils, looking just about as gone as you once your gooey pussy is making way for him to feed in a few pounding inches. “There we go- move that damn hand.”

Sukuna’s rudely swatting away the fingers still toying with your spraying cunt before you can even think about it. “Fuck. What are ya doin’ t’me?” 

“Are you…” You’re blinking with the last few dredges of your rationality. “-are you pussydrunk, Kuna?”

“No.” Splitting your cervix with the jagged streaks of his sap, it drips down to the very front of your pussy with a sharp thud! thud! thud! “Yes- no. Maybe. Sh-shut up, human.”

He was impatient. He was feral. Bouncing up a sculptured thigh to keep your hips gravitating down deeper n’ deeper down his vicious shafts, every pap! of his capped knee striking the globes of your ass leave you whining. Back arching-

“No no no no, don’t run out on me just yet.” Sukuna hisses, voice as commanding as usual. Yet, underneath that was a current of something…panicked that even your cottony mind could make out. Animalistic. “Don’t run. Need it- I need you, mama.” Latching two massive hands on either side of your waist, and then a third on your scalp to push you down. “Wan’ed both- so take it.”

Rough. 

“K-Kuna—!” You’re mewling, grappling heedlessly onto the broad mountains of his deltoids and making them flex. Mind growing hazier and hazier by the second.

He snickers, “Who’s the drunk one now? Me or you?”

“Don’t- I don’t kn-”

“I- said-” He’s drilling in thorough thrusts that drive those words to your very core. “Who’s- pussydrunk- now?”

And you didn’t even know what you were saying. You didn’t even know the words before they’re tumbling out. “Me– m-me.” 

“That’s right- allll cockdrunk f’me.” But god, your pretty noises were enough to make all two of his mouths bubble out thin lines of saliva. Drooling. “F-fuckin’ needy pussy.” Did you just make the king of curses stutter? Before you can even register the impossible feat, he plows on. “Has me hypnotized- fuck, m’so ruined for ‘er.”

Shit, he was finally admitting it - to himself, at least. You had him pussydrunk.

You had his heart racing with a fervent ba-dump! right in time with the thrashes he was planting on the bullseye of your g-spot. One. And then two split-ended tips driveling all over your bruised walls. 

And it’s like he was almost angry at you for exposing his only ever weakness - you, and your cute cunt 

Perking up a fourth hand underneath your thighs in just the right angle for the saccharine dewdrops of your slick to spill right down to his twin mouth. 

“Want that?” Sukuna’s babbling comes out in heated gusts against your ear, both throbbing cocks leaving wet splotches of pre down the most sensitive areas of your inner walls. And it was so heavenly - just when you thought the stimulation couldn’t get any better, his cursed tongue steals a lingering kiss over where your folds were the puffiest. “Wanna make out w’my t-tongue, huh, ma?”

At this point you can only nod, jittering down your slickly glissading body until his mouth was all slathered with your sloppy pussy. Making such nasty slurping noises that had your ears popping.

“Anything- anything you want, brat-” Sukuna leaves innocent pecks down your neck - something he never stoops down to a mushy enough position to do. But right now, it was like he couldn’t stop. Just like he couldn’t stop keeling his hips off of the creaking mattress and up between your fluttering lips.

“A-anything?” You’re unsure whether you heard that correctly. 

Groaning- he nods. And it wasn’t the usual, stern nod Sukuna loved. Right now, you had him on a leash. “Anything, just say the word- fuck. Ya have the king wrapped ‘round your finger, y’know?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - UNSEAL

The strongest’s first time getting his hands on you after being unsealed and he was pussydrunk instantly. 

And right now your dumbstruck mind was wondering whether he would ever let you go, whether he would ever even slow down–

“S-Satoru?” 

Gojo flinches right on top of you as if his entire muscular body was zapped with a thousand bolts of electricity, the mere sound of your honeyed tone enough to make him swab at your springy cervix with a strangled whimper. 

“Satoru.” Gasping, you’re letting your hazy peripherals glide over your heady bedroom; that shattered bedside lamp, the way your unbolted furniture was hovering. “C-calm down.”

Only getting sloppier.

“Fuh-fuck!” He’s hissing, silky blindfold dampening with a few overstimulated tears. Octaves higher, tinged with a tremble of madness that made it sound like he was holding back a crazed laugh, “Calm down. Calm down- telling me to- fuck-”

Before you know it you’re being hit with yet another mean strike of his dribbling mushroom tip, targeting your most battered insides with cute speck of pre. And then an even meaner hit of his massive palms slamming down on the stinging flesh of your hips. 

Uncontrollable - the force of it enough to leave you bruised from the inside out. 

Making your weepy entrance stream out enough globules of cum to formulate rings upon creamy rings ‘round his bulky base. Without even trying.

Because Gojo had grown muscular. Even bigger during his stay in the prison realm. 

So strong he was bending you pliantly without even realizing, and it was just making your greedy pussy fountain out in even more aroused waves of slick. 

His body was pressing into you deeply, nudging your clammy face to plaster ever-intensely into the soaked pillow. Smearing your cheek across the treacly puddle of saliva with a push of his massively strong arm, his crownhead jackhammers away viciously. Sloshing about waves of buttery sap inside you, “Don’t- don’t talk to me.”

You’re whimpering at the way his meaty thighs kiss your own and shiver. Fattened balls oh-so-hot and aching at the base of your cunt with every pap, “W-what do you mean, Toru- mmpf!”

Gojo covers his palm over your stupidly ajar maw to catch every rope of pathetic spittle drivelling out of you, the wet splat! all over his mountainous hand making him groan.

“I said- fuck!” Spitting out in warm, marky pants against the tender skin of your throat, sharp canines nip down on your pulse as if to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with. Him. “S-say anythin’ more in that pretty voice again n’ m’gonna g-get you pregnant, sweetheart. Or m’gonna make you get me pregnant. Fuck. Can’t do anythin’ else- can’t even th-think.”

The image makes Gojo himself shudder, visualizing just how pretty you would be all round and glowing. Fuck, he really was pussydrunk.

He’s leaning back ever-so-slightly to get a ravenous eyeful of your sloppy hole, droopy eyes imagining those beaded gumdrops of your slick to be something more like his cum. And for that inflated bulge of his cylindrical outline at your tummy to be something…more. 

It’s enough to make his mouth water, fat wads of saliva sprinkling all down your arched back in a glossy sheen.

“B-but, Toru.” You always did have a smart mouth, huh? Your hips perk backwards, velvety walls squeezing his thick, feverishly hot length until Gojo whines. He whines. “Y-you’re gonna break-”

Smiling something all dopey and drunken, “Break you?”

“Break- break everything.” You’re trilling out, and- shit, you didn’t forget who you were dealing with, right?

Because the very last syllables of your sentence have barely tumbled from between your lips before your skin prickles - and you’re feeling the icy air around you stagnate with so many countless atoms. 

You’re feeling the scorching heat of his body pull away with a pained grunt, head lolling upwards to and fro - from the hovering tables, the split bedframe, the bulbs that were disintegrated - as if he’d just realized how completely out of control his powers were. How he was.

“Oh.” Gojo’s drawling out with a carnal husk in his tone, doughy ends of his two of his long fingers coming up to snap!

“Ah!” You’re yelping- you’re heaving in deep breaths of air because in simple nanoseconds, Gojo Satoru had both your furniture and you cluttering downwards. 

Your back hits the soaked-through bed with a slight bounce, desperately clawing the crescent edges of your nails into his deltoids for an ounce of balance. Wait, weren’t you just on all fours? 

Did…did he just-

“Mhmmm— sure did teleport us, my girl.” He’s crooning into your ear, and you don’t know if you’d just prattled that out loud or if your boyfriend could read minds. Whether he had even realized he’d teleported you two before you’d pointed it out. You wouldn’t even be surprised right about now; because just one tug of his thick thumb down the edge of his blindfold made your jaw drop.

Made your thighs tighten.

Made your heart race in both fear and anticipation - Gojo looked feral. Gone.

His summer blue eyes wild, bolting with power and bolts of lightning. Predatory leer painted permanently all over his prettily flushed features, and you swear you catch the glint of a thin line of saliva dripping from the pursed corners of his cherry-red lips. 

And he was so sensitive. 

Blindfold fully off and dangling haphazardly around Gojo’s neck, the sensations and wetly clingy texture of your dripping cunt was too much. He was moaning out sobs, he was bucking in sloppy half-thrusts.

He was shaking as if he couldn’t even control the copious piles and piles of power and strength he’d gained. 

Pouring it all out into dragging his splayed-out palms underneath your thighs sensually, up n’ down. It’s almost relaxing. That is, until he’s throwing them over two broad shoulders and snapping you in half down, down, down-

Allll the way until Gojo’s prespired forehead was smooching yours, mouth half-loosened right above yours. 

Bottoming out his reddened cock once more - the lecherous feeling is so sexy that with a bite to his bottom lip, Gojo’s spurting out a singular fat splatter of soppy cum inside of you once more. Feverish. Messy. 

All the while staring so deeply and heart-eyed into your gaze that it makes you almost shy. You feel so overstuffed - all the way to the very brim - and Gojo was simply insatiable. 

“Ohhhh, j-just look- you- ngh-” He could barely even string together the most basic of sentences, brows crinkling adorably the moment he’s sinking his veiny girth in and out of your tight hole. Every thick thud into your goopy depths making Gojo’s skin flicker with thin shards of blue lightning. “-l-look how you’re gonna make the ngh- prettiest mama, my girl.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - G-g-g-genius

Now Higuruma Hiromi was smart - a genius, even. 

Always driving you raving mad with his sharp mouth and his even sharper strikes into your every magical orifice. He didn’t even have to think about making your cunt weep in so many different ways.

Until now, that is. 

“Wh-wh-what?” Higuruma’s furrowing his brows, a scorching hot blush invading his handsome cheeks at just how pathetically he was stuttering right now. And he was sure his coworker on the other end of the phone could catch that needy tremor in his tone. “Sorry- could you repeat that?”

That sentence wasn’t meant for you - and you knew that. 

But that still doesn’t stop you from digging the curves of your knees even deeper into the plush mattress, snickering. “Oh? This?” Pushing your hips back until you’re hitting his washboard abs with a stinging pap! “Wan’ me to do it ag- mmpf!”

Desperately, he’s clawing at the very crown of your scalp and pushing your face down into the satiny pillowcase. 

Grunting into the phone through clenched teeth, “That? O-oh, that was my wife-” Shit, it takes every ounce of capable will in Higuruma’s body to stop his hoarse breath from hitching when your clingy walls get slipperier. Wetter. A treacly stream of slick escaping you when he gets…rough. “-she’s just driving me crazy.” 

You’re arching your spine into a delicious curve, your puffy lips squeezing around Higuruma’s veiny cock until he can’t help but buck- 

Mind blanking. Until he can’t help but give your head another harsh push, seething. “In the best way.”

Higuruma can feel a nervous sprinkle of perspiration trekking from his temple, all the way down to his bobbing Adam’s apple. You really were driving him crazy, and he can’t stop himself- he can’t even slow down the aching swabs he’s planting at your innermost depths. 

Honestly, he should’ve expected this - taking a work call during his precious time with his wife? You were bound to toy with your husband. He just didn’t expect to be so…affected. 

Thwack!

“Shit.” Higuruma’s hissing underneath his heady breath, a cloud of sweltering hot air hitting your bowed back when he realizes that his yearning body had just pounded into you the way he wanted. So badly. Heavy balls hitting the base of your gumdropping slit and making your mouth spill out in moans, “Be quiet- by quiet f’me, angel.”

In fact, you were doing the very opposite.

Your tummy was tightening in euphoric knots- yielding your hips to wring out such lustrous ribbons of his cobwebbing pre, faster. Sloppier.

“Wh-what? Shit– m’sorry.” Managing to get out all in a rushed murmur to the man on the other end of the line - and even that was a feat with the way you were getting oh-so-greedy. 

You’re gasping into the cottony mouthful of pillows once you feel him trawl a warm hand all down your spine. Well-defined pecs rumbling with the words, “My wife s’needing some help- I’ll talk to ya at work, Nanami.” 

It made his mouth water to see just how much you were aching and hot for him. He was so close that his plump breeder balls were just aching for sweet, sweet release. 

And as soon as the phone is out of his grasp, Higuruma’s planting peck after open-mouthed peck down the middle. Making you yelp at the scratchy texture of his pinkish tastebuds taking a looong lick.

“S’a fuckin’ i-important call, sugar–” Higuruma punctures his words with thorough, pressurized thrusts that drive his sticky crownhead all the way into the very bottom of your pussy. The spanks! of his flesh on yours so loud now that it makes your ears pop. “How dare you. Don’t even know how you- fuck! Whaddaya even do t’me.”

It’s only when you’re feeling the weighty splat! of something wet that you’re reeling your head up from its cozy haven. Your husband’s lips curling into a sheepish smile, all half-lidded and pretty. 

“Awww, my poor Hiromi–” You’re cooing, swiping away the responsible rivulets of drool that was spraying all over you. That tender touch for his fatly swollen ruby tip to flinch angrily, “Feelin’ all pussydrunk, my baby?”

“M-m’not–” he’s groaning. Dark lashes fluttering, flicking his puffy lids with a seam of glistening tears. He was. “I’m just…”

Out of control? Feral? Breaking at the seams?

Whichever it was, the very thought of being hostage to just how good your pretty pussy felt was making Higuruma’s heart race. Jaw dropping, head falling slack- “I just…just wanna be ngh- yours.” 

Before you can even open your mouth to tease him, he’s fucking you silent. Rendering you dumbstruck only numerous repeated collisions of his rounded crownhead into where your bundle of nerves were the most sensitive. Once. Twice. Thrice. Over and over-

“M’gonna put a r-ring on it, angel.” He’s practically collapsing on top of you now. Washboard abs melting into your back, dark happy trail leaving the curve of your ass tender. “Gotta be your husband.”

You’re yelping, “Husband?”

“Mhm—-” Oh, he was serious. He couldn’t even see the golden glint of your matching wedding rings - couldn’t see past the furious ache of his cock buried deeply within you. How he wanted more. “Always- always always. Gonna be your househusband if you want- your- your anything. Jus’ wanna be yours.”

You’ve never encountered your oh-so-smart husband babbling away nonsense like this. And the stark difference is enough to make your hot core twinge. “Hiromi—”

He flinches, voice husky. “Y-yes, sugar?”

Shit- you were so close. And the way that his bawling divot streaks out long swipes down your cervix once you motion him closer is so delicious. You could feel your hole quivering for release. 

Higuruma’s hand is warm against yours, as if his entire body was burning from the inside out. His hips stutter, dewy eyes widening when you reach over to intertwine your left hand with his. 

“See?” Your gorgeous smile makes him whimper, metallic bands clinking! together. And Higuruma has to take one look. Two, not quite believing his hazy vision. “We’re a-already married.”

Oh.

Oh.

Higuruma can’t stop the way that’s enough to make him cum - just hearing those pretty words from your very lips. And he thinks it’s the hardest orgasm of his entire life, your own hitting you tenfold. 

“My wife. My wife.” He grunts at the clingy grip of your rubbery walls, so fucking tight that he has to latch onto your waist and put a foot on top of your head to fuck you through each of your highs. Blissfully. “M’f-fucking my wife. My wife.”

And now that he’s started, he can’t stop.

You’re being so cutely vocal through every white-hot flare of bliss, the bolts of it zipping through your body at the same break-neck speed that Higuruma was pounding into you. Hot, buttery waves of cum being swashed around you. 

“Ohhh, how- how did I ever get so ngh- lucky.” Sappier than the copious amounts of saccharine seed pouring out of you, it painted his tufts of black in a drenching lamination. Like a medal of honor that your husband was wearing proudly.

Even after your orgasm was bating into a few lecherous tingles, and your vision was back to refocusing. Your body still twitching with the remnants of that overwhelming high. 

He was relentless. 

“Sugar…” Higuruma breathes into the dazed silence, and the warbling tremor in his tone makes you follow his gaze – brows rising as it catches on his phone near the edge of the bed. His glaring phone. 

With the call still ongoing. 

“Shit.”

A/N. MWAHAHA Higuruma’s ending made me giggle.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Deuce Spade - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Exterior Hallway]

Deuce: Whew… Today was another exhausting day.

Deuce: I couldn't even understand any of the questions they said was super basic… I don't even know if I'll be able to finish up all the homework we got by tonight...

Rook: Oh, my, is that you, Deuce-kun? What has you looking so forlorn?

Deuce: Hunt-senpai! Good afternoon! Umm… I was just coming back from my supplementary Enigmics class.

Deuce: I'm still not really understanding anything even after Crewel-sensei took the time to help me try and figure it out… Urgh, I'm just so lousy.

Rook: Oh là là! That is indeed a predicament. That must be why you seem so unusually tired.

Deuce: Yes... He told me to at least memorize the formula for magical power by tomorrow, so I need to have something to show for it…

Rook: I see… However, they say that joyfulness follows every hardship. I do hope you'll be able to enjoy your birthday tomorrow.

Deuce: Huh, you know my birthday?

Rook: Of course! Make sure to fully enjoy yourself at the party you're throwing in Heartslabyul and mingle with your friends to your heart's content.

Deuce: Thank you very much! No matter what, I need to avoid staying after for supplemental lessons tomorrow.

Deuce: I'm feeling more motivated thanks to your words, Hunt-senpai! I'll definitely focus on my studies tonight!

Rook: Heh, now that is a much better look for you to carry. I'll be cheering you on, Monsieur Spade.

Deuce: Yes, sir! I'll take my leave now, Hunt-senpai!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

Deuce: Alright, we're done taking care of the hedgehogs. Glad I was still able to make it in time to do my assigned duty…

[Heartslabyul student speaks]

Deuce: Eh, what was I doing…? I had to stay after for a supplemental Enigmics lesson.

[Heartslabyul student speaks]

Deuce: You can't think of anything that was confusing? Come on, we're both in the same class. I'm talking about the problem I got hit with today…

Deuce: Eh, you're saying that formula is something that's even taught during middle school? Y-You're joking…!

Deuce: Man… Becoming an honor student is a long and winding road. But I got no time to cry about it.

Deuce: I gotta finish up everything I gotta do and head back to my room. Bye!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Deuce's Room]

Deuce: Now that I'm outta the shower, it's time to study. I'll pull out the papers that Crewel-sensei prepared for me.

Deuce: Rosehearts-ryōchō said it helps with memorization to vocalize things. I'll try that now!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Deuce's Room]

Deuce: P = T × S² × X… P = T × S² × X…

[Roommate A speaks]

Deuce: Hm? What am I mumbling about…? Oh, I'm not talking to myself. I'm trying to memorize a formula for Enigmics class.

[Roommate B speaks]

Deuce: So, don't bother me… Huh? What do I want to eat at tomorrow's party? Oh, hmm…

Deuce: …Oh, yeah, I know what I want! A melty omelet, and a fluffy egg cake!

Deuce: Maan, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm starting to feel a bit hungry. I should head to the lounge to find something to eat…

Deuce: Wait… Now's not the time to do that. I need to memorize this formula. I'll write it out again…

[Roommate A speaks]

Deuce: Huh, you're giving this to me!? Thanks. I really was craving these cookies just now.

[Deuce starts eating]

Deuce: Ack, shoot! I stopped writing again. I gotta focus, focus…

[Roommate B speaks]

Deuce: Hm? You're gonna let me be the first to read the comic we've been taking turns reading every week?

[Roommate B speaks]

Deuce: Oh, wow, because it's my birthday tomorrow? Thanks! I was really excited for the next part.

Deuce: Ack, wait, now's not the time for that, I told you already! Augh, I can't remember the formula at all…

Deuce: Hm? What are you guys laughing about? Ah…! Wait, were you doing all that on purpose!?

Deuce: Don't bother me! I absolutely, definitely have to memorize this formula by tomorrow!

Deuce: If you guys keep this up…

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Deuce: I'm gonna write "There should be even more opportunities for supplemental classes."

[Ace speaks]

Deuce: What, that'd be a problem for me, too? Nope, I'm always super grateful for the extra classes that help me learn things with greater detail. I say bring it on!

Deuce: Besides… I already stay after class a bunch, anyway. Even if that happens more often, it doesn't really change anything for me…

[Ace speaks]

Deuce: …Heh, as long as you get it. Okay then, I'm gonna go back to memorizing the formula… Eh, an Ancient Magic quiz!?

Deuce: Shoot, I need to study for that, too. I can't fail that quiz, either!

Deuce: But I still haven't even memorized the formula for my Enigmics class either, what should I…

Deuce: Oh, right! I should just study for both of them at the same time!

Deuce: I'll write the formula for Enigmics while I repeat the Ancient Magic stuff out loud.

Deuce: P = T × S² × X… P = T × S² × X…

Deuce: The next word means… "to flow."

Deuce: P = T × S² × X… P = T × S² × X…

Deuce: This word means "mountain"… Right. I'm gonna get all the rest of these 40 words to stick in my brain, too…

Deuce: I'll definitely be able to memorize everything if I do this! Now to keep this up all night long!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Deuce's Room]

[RIIIIIIIING!!!!]

Deuce: Nnnngh…

Deuce: Nnn… P = … The mountain… flows… T ×…

Deuce: EH, IT'S MORNING ALREADY!? NO WAY!!!!

Deuce: I only meant to take a short nap, but I ended up sleeping until morning…

Deuce: What was the formula for Enigmics again…? Urrgh, I can't remember at all.

Deuce: And I've only been able to memorize about 3 of the terms for Ancient Magic. What should I do…?

Deuce: No, I can't give up! I need to head to class early and study. Gotta get ready fast!

Deuce: …Whew, washing my face really feels refreshing. I'll apply some sunscreen after doing some quick skincare…

Deuce: Alright, next is the makeup. I'll start with my eyebrows.

Deuce: I just need to brush it and draw in any hairs where it feels lacking. Finish the ends of the eyebrows with a sharp point up…

Deuce: Cool, that's perfect.

Deuce: There was a time I just shaved off all my eyebrows… But I definitely look more like an honor student when I take care of them like this.

Deuce: After the eyebrows, I gotta draw in the suit… It's my birthday, so should I make it look a little cooler around my eyes?

Deuce: Maybe I could cover it in sparkly glitter just like how a Blastcycle can get all deco'd out…

Deuce: …Nah, I shouldn't. That's not something an honor student would do!

Deuce: My mom always said that the most important thing about making a good impression is looking crisp. If I think of those words, then…

Deuce: I guess the suit mark should just be drawn in simple black. I just gotta draw the line diagonally up, then make a sharp point…

Deuce: Alright, I drew it pretty good! Now all I have to do is fill in the color without any gaps… There, I'm done. Not bad at all.

Deuce: Next, I gotta deal with my hair. I just need to brush everything… Hmm.

Deuce: I did the makeup like I normally do, so maybe I should do something different with my hairstyle?

Deuce: I could use wax to give my hair some lift… Maybe make it a bit wavy, or harden it with a bit of gel?

Deuce: …Nah, I think I'll just comb my bangs to the side and call it a day. This looks the most normal, so.

Deuce: Besides, I can finish getting ready almost instantly when I choose to go with this hairstyle.

Deuce: In the past, I didn't just dye it, but sometimes pinned my hair back, or slicked it back, or had a more shaved look…

Deuce: I'd used to try out so many different hair styles, so it'd take a lot more time to get ready in the mornings. That kinda takes me back.

Deuce: I still kinda feel like something's missing, but… I don't want to come off as intimidating. I think this is the closest I can look to my ideal self!

[Main Street]

Deuce: My appearance looks spot on today. No matter how anyone looks at it, I look just like a serious student.

Deuce: I just gotta work on my insides. First, I gotta memorize the Enigmics formula, and the Ancient Magic terms.

Deuce: I'M GONNA GIVE IT MY ALL! RAAAH!!

Rook: Good morning, Monsieur Spade!

Rook: Not only do you look even more invigorating than usual, but there you go, giving yourself such a rousing inspirational pep talk… How beauté!

Deuce: H-Hunt-senpai!? Good morning. And here I thought no one would be here, 'cause it's so early in the morning…

Rook: Heh, there's nothing to be so embarrassed about. Your passionate declaration struck my heart like a steadfast arrow.

Deuce: Ahaha… I guess that's fine, then…

Rook: Oh, yes, and since we've met here, allow me to extend my heartfelt well wishes.

Rook: Happy Birthday. I wish from the bottom of my heart that this year will bring you nothing but the opportunity to shine on brilliantly.

Rook: As long as you have the will, your dreams will definitely come true. I will be rooting for you from the side.

Deuce: …! Thank you very much, Hunt-senpai… I'm so happy to hear you say that.

Deuce: In order to become who I want to be, I'll do my best today, too!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[nofingjustaninchident]

i need marriage au jason so bad, he’d be such a good hubby

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

pairing jason grace x fem!reader

summary just jason being the most awesome lovey dovey person in the world and you breaking down

warnings angst/comfort, a little too fluffy

authors note is that… me??? posting again??? i’m in shock. literally this ask is from my jason event almost three months ago i’m so so sorry

now listening to die with a smile by bruno mars and lady gaga

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Jason spent the day at home, enjoying the peace and quiet of their cozy apartment. He’d gotten up early, tidied the place, and then decided to surprise y/n with something special. He knew how stressful her job could be, and he wanted to make her happy, especially if she had a rough day.  

He wanted to do something that would bring a smile to her face the moment she walked through the door. After a bit of thought, he decided to bake her favorite cookies - soft, gooey, and loaded with chocolate chips. He remembered how much she loved them, especially when they were fresh out of the oven, still warm and melty. 

As he knew that she’d take a little while to get home, he decided to walk down the street to their favorite flower shop. He bought a bouquet of her favorite flowers. After, he went to the store and bought everything they needed for the week so she didn’t have to worry about doing it later, and walked back home.  

As the evening approached, he baked the cookies and made sure they were just the way she likes it. When he heard the key turning in the lock, he was pulling the last batch out from the oven.  

y/n stepped inside; her shoulders were slumped with exhaustion. The weight of the day was evident in her eyes, and Jason’s heart ached to see her like that. But as soon as she looked up and saw him standing there, holding the tray of freshly baked cookies, her expression changed. 

He gave her an awkward smile as he put the tray on the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, you’re early. I didn’t have time to clean the house, but I restocked the things we needed and I-” he said, smiling as he grabbed the bouquet and offered it to her. “bought you flowers.”  

“Surprise,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth. He gave her the biggest, brightest smile, hoping it would lift her spirits. 

y/n was frozen for a moment, her eyes welling up with tears. The sight of Jason, the scent of the cookies, the flowers and the sheer love behind something so trivial - it was too much. The stress, the frustration, the exhaustion - all of it came crashing down at once. 

Without a word, she dropped her bag and rushed into his arms, burying her face in his chest as the tears finally spilled over. Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried, whispering soothing words into her hair.  

He didn’t quite understand why she was crying, but he just held her close. “Hey, it’s okay. I've got you.”  

Her sobs were muffled against his shirt, but Jason could feel the tension in her body slowly melting away as she clung to him. He rocked her gently, letting her release all the emotions she had been holding in throughout the day. 

After a few moments, y/n pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked up at Jason, her cheeks flushed and eyes red from crying, but there was a small, grateful smile on her lips. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaky but sincere. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” 

He cupped her cheeks, squeezing her face and kissing her forehead, then her nose, then his lips. “You’ll never have to thank me for this. I'm your husband. And, just like I said in that altar two years ago, I'm with you for better or worse, sickness or health. It doesn't matter if you’re having the worst or the best day of your life. I just want to make it better, always.”  

She let out a watery laugh and kissed him, the salty taste of tears mixing to their mouths. When they finally broke apart, she kept their foreheads touching for a little while and pecked his lips one more time.  

“My days are always better when I'm with you.” She muttered.  

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 3: High sex with Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1462 Warnings: recreational drug use, Shotgunning, P in V sex, These two are so soft I love it.

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

It happened. You've died and gone to Heaven.

That's the only explanation for how perfect this day is.

It was another sesh day for you and Wade, and when you'd woken up that morning it was to the sound of soft pitter-patters as rain landed on your window, the sky dark and grey with the occasional break to let just enough light through to make the water droplets everywhere look like little diamonds.

The weed was hitting especially nicely, making your head feel light and drifty, your limbs both buzzing and leaden as you lounged back against Wade's chest, feeling it rise and fall with his steady breaths, his strong legs caging you in on either side.

There was a half-eaten bag of cheesy crackers on the table next to you, and in the back of your mind you remembered that there was a melty tuna casserole in the kitchen for later.

Wade himself was trailing his hand up and down your arm absentmindedly as he watched the T.V. playing some trashy daytime show. He had his mask on, still not quite ready to go without it around you, but you were happy to wait, as long as he was still there you were happy.

As you watched him, he turned and looked down at you. "Sup, Smiley?" He asked, poking your flushed cheek with a finger, which made you puff them out jokingly in response, pulling stoned giggles from both of you.

"Nothin', just really happy." You answered once you'd caught your breath, reaching up for the blunt hanging from the fingers of his other hand, plucking it from his hold and taking a long slow drag, holding the smoke for a moment before letting it curl slowly from between your lips.

You could feel Wade's gaze on you as your half lidden eyes watched the sunshine through the silver cloud moving slowly up, forming abstract shapes. "Well, ain't that a sight..." He murmured and you half expected there to be some dirty conclusion to that sentence, but there wasn't, he just kept watching you.

Tilting your head back you turned your gaze away from the smoke cloud to look up at him, a lazy smile warming your face. "Who? Me?" You asked coyly, suddenly feeling a different kind of buzz under your skin. "Can we do the thing?" You asked sweetly, knowing he couldn't say no to your cute face.

You could see his smile through the mask, and he nodded, plucking the joint from your fingers and holding away at a safe distance so you could change positions.

His free hand helped you stay steady as you shifted till you were straddling his lap, you could feel the press of the slowly forming erecting, not even at half-mast yet but already well on its way.

As you settled, his hands came to rest on your lower back, pulling you slowly closer, you naturally arched into his touch, pressing your chest to his as your faces hovered an inch from each other, desperate to press your lips to his but parted by his mask.

"Can I...?" You asked softly, voice thin as the smoke still floating in the air. He knew exactly what you were asking, and he felt his chest swell as he watched you wait for his answer, obviously itching to hear a yes, but so ready to accept a no.

"Yeah, Sweets. Go ahead." He said it lightly, like he didn't actually care that much, but you felt his heart skip a beat, you felt the hitch in his breath. It always made him a little nervous, even though he knew you didn’t care how he looked.

So, with that in mind, you moved slow as you lifted a hand, fingers slipping under the hem and brushing the soft scarred skin of his neck. His breath hitched again, but for a different reason as you felt the stirring pressed against your center.

You pulled the mask up to his nose, giving you just enough exposure to get to his lips.

He brought the blunt to his lips and took a slow drag, and you were sure he was watching you watch him, his lips pursing as he inhaled, face lit up slightly more by the cherry.

You were hypnotized by him.

The hit was held for half the time he normally would before his free hand took hold of your jaw, guiding your lips till they hovered so close you could feel his heat but somehow not touching.

You had to remind yourself to inhale the smoke and not just stare at him as he exhaled slowly.

You tried to picture his expression under the mask, eyes half lidden and a little red and watery, pupils dilated as arousal started to trickle into his veins.

You were pretty sure he didn't have any hair, given that there hasn't been any to be found on the rest of his body, of it that you've seen in the light, so you were willing to bet he didn't have eyelashes, but your brain supplied you with the mental image of them fluttering as his eyes closed.

The faint brush of the smoke passing from him to you suddenly consumed all your attention, pulling it in to hold for but a moment, an ultimately useless moment given how high you already are, before tilting your head back, giving Wade a nice view of the collum of your neck.

If you were to ask Wade why he did what he did next, he'd probably hit you with a dirty quip or joke, but the truth is it was pure instinct for him to wrap his hand around your neck, hand curving around so his fingertips rested over your pulse points.

His skin was so hot against yours, the callouses on his fingers left a tingling sensation. If all he did was hold you like this, you'd have been happy, but instead he gave a gentle squeeze, testing the waters, finding the boundary of Just Right and Too Much.

And he knows he's found it when you're wiggling on his lap, your cunt grinding against his cock with the irritating barriers of your clothes.

Wade likes a good long tease before getting to the meat and potatoes of fucking, loves the sweet torture of getting edged a good few (dozen) times.

But right now, he wanted to bask in you. In how you made him feel high as much as the actual drug.

It was a slow and lazy process, getting both your pants off or pushed down enough to get the job done, hands moving slow, pawing gently at each other.

But once your leggings and panties are hanging from one of your ankles and his own sweats and boxers are shoved down, you're right back to grinding against him, coating his thick length in the abundant wetness that's accumulated between your thighs.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders for stability as you rocked against him. "Wade..." You breathed against his lips, skin brushing ever so slightly. You're not sure what you're trying to draw his attention to, or even if that's what you were doing at all. Maybe you were just saying his name to taste it.

"I gotcha, Sweets." He said softer than you've ever heard him be.

Suddenly you needed him inside you yesterday, so with a tilt of your hips and a guiding hand you sank down on his cock, a high whine escaping your lips at the full feeling.

You felt rather than heard the low moan that rumbled in Wade's chest as you settled all the way down, taking his full length. "Fucking fuck you feel incredible...Fuck..." He muttered against your neck as he trailed lips and teeth, undoubtedly leaving marks in his wake as he nipped and bit.

The slow rock of your hips was every bit as lazy as the removal of your clothes had been. As was the kiss you two shared, all slow messy tongues and playful teeth. Hands roamed, kneading and squeezing here and there as they went but never staying in one spot for long.

Your orgasm snuck up on you, and unlike the crashing waves of pleasure, it was more like a gentle lapping of heat in your belly.

The flutter of your pussy pulled a groan from Wade, but he never stopped moving. His own hips picking up where your left off as you rode out your orgasm. "That's it, Baby." He encouraged as one of his hands moved from where it had been gripping your hip down to rub slow lazy circles on your clit as he began to roll his hips up into your in earnest.

"I'm far from done with you."

God, you hoped so.

[pearlofthesirens]

just a blurb, enjoyy :)

cw: wlw, wife!reader, she/her pronouns, teeth rotting fluff

Laswell is a simple lady. She wakes up at 4 am, brushes her teeth, covers her sleeping wife with the blanket properly, presses a kiss on her forehead, makes breakfast for both of them, eats hers and puts away her wife's one in the refrigerator and gives her one last kiss on her cheeks before leaving for work every day.

She has her full concentration while working at base, preparing files, debriefing with Task Force 141, reporting back to Shepherd as much as she hates him, but no one can see her during lunch. Because she mostly spends her time locked in her office, her phone speaker on as she take occasional bites out of her chicken and rice with a big smile on her face.

"I always tell you to wake me up early, Kate. You could've had some proper homemade lunch instead of that dry, unseasoned chicken."

"You know I never have the heart to wake my precious angel up so early. Plus, I come home to your delicious dinner everyday."

Her favorite sight at work would definitely be to see her beloved's blushing face over the video call. It was amusing to Kate how she could always reduce her wife to a stuttering, melty pool of happiness with sweet words.

And when she comes back home to the wonderful aroma of a well cooked dinner, her first instinct is to wrap her arms around her wife and give her a loud kiss behind her ear. Kate loves to watch her yelp as her ears turn red.

"Honey! You've got to be careful, I was cooking!"

"Mm, right. But how can I not when the most beautiful wife in this whole world is here making me the best dinner?"

"Oh darling, you and your sweet words..I'm surprised how you never run out of them."

"They never run out for you, my love."

Kate appreciates the silence and the peace that comes with tucking herself and her love to bed, all freshened up for the night. She knows her wife always prefers the blanket stays under her arms, so she can wrap them around Kate's neck and pull her closer. As usual, Kate rests her head on one hand of hers, keeping the other around her wife's waist as her love tucks herself under her chin. A small smack of lips is heard in the silent room, followed by "good night, darling." and "good night, honey." and perhaps a little giggle ends the night for Kate Laswell and her wife, whom she loves the most.

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[mythicmanuscripts]

hi!! love to see your pre-working posts, btw!! gets me so excited and ready to go! could you do one about defending sub!jace? maybe you have a bigger dragon and you’re defending him in a battle , or you’re even defending him instantly verbally if someone says something that hurts him? just protective reader with sweet, soft, melty, jace who despite his strong facade, is all too willing to be cuddled and protected and adored when it’s you?

Absolutely anon, absolutely. Happy, clingy sub!Jace is always amazing and this idea is so so cute.

No NSFW thoughts here so no cut to hide behind!

If anyone else tries to protect Jace or stop him from doing something stupid, he will fight them and complain and say that he's old enough to assess risks on his own. But it couldn't be more different when you're the one doing it.

From the moment that you first met Jace, you just made him feel so at ease? You never judged him and always listened to him and just always seemed to know the right things to say to him. Not only that, but he just really really wants to please you. So when you ask him not to do some stupid reckless thing he's considering doing, he'll listen.

I also think he loses his little mind when you defend him. Jace has gone his entire life with people whispering behind his back about his parentage and about how capable he is. He's had to fight tooth and nail for people to take him seriously and while yes his mother defended him, she could never outright say what he needed to hear because they all knew the truth.

So when you're walking with him and someone makes a comment about his hair, you just have to speak up. Jace nearly has a heart attack when you do, because he truly didnt expect you to do that for him.

Hearing not just anyone, but the love of his life, telling off someone insulting him and telling them that he is the best husband she could ever wish for? He's crying by the time you turn around to face him again.

Jace has spent his entire life with his insecurities being not only the butt of jokes for the entire kingdom but also being regularly brought up by those trying to delegitimise him. So when suddenly he's got someone who proudly holds his hand and tells off anyone who tries to make him feel bad... god he's so lucky and he loves you so much.

After a while Jace will actually tell you if someone insults him or says something to hurt him? You always reassure him and comfort him, but more than that he knows you always give the person a very stern talking to afterwards.

Doing this almost makes him feel like he's removing the insults from himself? Like once he's told you about what happened he can let it go because he knows you will defend him. He no longer gets bogged down by that, he just passes it on to you.

(I intended to also mention the idea of physically protecting Jace but I think this answer is long enough as it is but please feel free to ask for or share your thoughts about physically protecting Jace and we can discuss it another ask!)

[angelsnkisses]

Euronymous and something with nose ifyk 🤭

A/N: ur so real for this 😭. i wanted to play around with a sort of sunshiney character for him, since he's all doom and gloom, yk? hope you enjoy <3!

P.S. a safeword is never specifically mentioned, but there is one in place!

disclaimer: this has nothing to do with the real øystein aarseth. this is strictly based on rory's portrayal of the character.

One More ♡ - Euronymous x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: brief mentions of drinking, smoking, dom!euronymous, sub!fem!reader, facesitting, oral (fem receiving), nose riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, fingering

His hand was warm in yours, contrasting the chilly night air as you walked. Your sneakers scuffed against the damp sidewalk alongside his dark boots, your steps a little more bouncy as you spoke to him. He was listening carefully to your words, secretly loving how bubbly your voice was. You were in a great mood, especially after having a couple drinks at the party you guys were walking home from.

To an outsiders view, the two of you were an unlikely couple. It had nothing to do with appearance, you were just so sweet. So polite, so kind to everyone. He wasn't a complete asshole, but he certainly wasn't holding doors or giving up bus seats for anyone other than you. He liked fucking with people, which he tried to do less when you were around. Although, part of him loved how you would smack his chest and scold his manners, or how you'd give him a stern look while shaking your pretty little head at his antics.

"..then they told me about college and stuff, it was really nice to see them again," you concluded, turning your head to beam up at your boyfriend. He hummed, returning your gaze with a small smile. You had gotten to see some of your old friends who were overseas for school, and you couldn't stop talking about it. You hadn't been able to afford travelling very far, and it was exciting to hear about how much fun they were all having.

"Happy you had fun, doll," he murmured, squeezing your hand in his. You felt yourself blushing at his words, your teeth flashing as your smile grew. You just loved when he called you stuff like that. Doll, love, princess, baby- anything along those lines just had you melting, especially since he wasn't nearly as affectionate towards anyone else. You looked forward as you continued your walk, getting a little closer to him.

Your other hand held a half-dead cigarette, the smell infiltrating your nose as you brought it up for a drag. The sour smoke filled up your lungs, coming out translucent and white as you exhaled. You offered it up to him, and he gladly accepted it, holding it in his free hand.

Your apartment was only another few minutes, but you were still regretting your outfit choice. Your skirt only came down to your mid thigh, leaving your legs exposed to the frigid weather around you. You had on a long sleeved top, but it was cropped and thin, leaving you shivering at his side.

"Øystein, I'm cold," you whined, even though he had specifically told you that you were gonna be freezing in that outfit. He seemed mellowed out from the party, not making a snarky comment about how he told you so like he normally would. Instead, he just pulled his hand from yours, holding the cigarette in his mouth and shrugging off his jacket. He held it up behind you, shaking it a bit to signal he wanted you to put it on. A giddy smile broke out across your face, the gesture making your heart all warm and melty.

You didn't hesitate to accept his help, slipping your arms into the sleeves and sighing in relief. You didn't feel too bad about it, he had on a thicker sweater than you did. The jacket was toasty from his body heat, warming up your top half almost immediately. It smelled like smoke and cheap cologne, but you loved it. It smelled like him. He tossed the cigarette into the street before hooking an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and pressing a firm kiss to the side of your head.

"Looks better on you, anyways," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he ducked his head down. He silenced your singsongy 'thank you' with a messy kiss, stumbling over his footsteps a bit as he did so. You laughed at his assertion, the sound ringing in his ears as you began kissing him back. You had to push him back when he started trailing his kisses down, putting your palm over his mouth and shaking your head.

"It's just around the corner, come on," you insisted, ignoring his frustrated muffles against your hand. You removed it, tugging him along the pavement. Wet droplets started to fall from the dark sky, splashing on your cold skin and making you tremble. Soon you were both jogging down the street to try and outrun the rain, hand in hand. The rain got heavier and heavier, and by the time you got home, you were both damp with rainwater. The earthy wetness on your skin didn't make him want you any less, not now that you two were really alone.

He was all over you, hands roaming your exposed midriff while his mouth worked on your neck feverishly. You released a heavy breath, struggling a bit with your key as you tried to jam it into the worn doorknob. You turned it quickly when it went in, hurrying to get the door open while he pushed his jacket off your shoulders. He had you pressed against the door as soon as it was shut, swallowing your surprised moan in a desperate, sudden kiss.

He was touching you like it was his last chance, with need that seemingly came out of nowhere. You held onto him, nose bumping into his as you shifted angles, his hands slipping down to your waist. He groaned into the kiss when he felt how cold your skin still was, pulling back to look at you again. He took in your appearance, biting back the million disrespectful comments bouncing around his head. Nothing mean, of course.. just filthy, vulgar thoughts about every single thing he wanted to do to you.

"You still cold?" he asked, his voice husky and heated. You nodded quickly, squeezing his shoulders to steady your shaky hands. Goosebumps raised where he touched you, which didn't go unnoticed by him. He couldn't help but smile again, kicking his boots off before beginning to pull you towards the bedroom.

"Let's warm you up, then."

**

"Baby, relax. It'll feel so good, I promise," he cooed up from between your thighs, blue eyes peeking up at you. You were covering your face, a whine leaving you lips at his insistence. You had never sat on his face before, but he seemed really into the idea. You didn't wanna take the fun out of it, you were just so nervous. He'd eaten you out a million times before, but not like this. Not in such a different, foreign way. Reminding yourself it was just Øystein, you took a deep breath, putting your hands down and peering down at him.

"If I do this.. just- you promise you'll stop me if I'm suffocating you?" you asked, expressing your fear of smothering him for the hundredth time. He just kept his firm grip on your thighs, grinning enthusiastically.

"Probably, maybe.. come on, I want you to," he assured you, gently tugging you down with encouragement. You gasped shakily when you felt his nose graze your clit, his breath hot on your weeping cunt. He was laying on his back, head on a pillow to elevate him a bit. Your knees were on either side of his head, hovering over his face with shaky fear of hurting him. Praying for the best, you finally lowered yourself.

The second his mouth connected with you, a low moan emitted from his throat, vibrating through you. You whimpered softly at the feeling, one of your hands lacing into his hair. His tongue lapped at your arousal greedily, the tip of his nose still bumping into your clit as he did so. You let out a particularly loud moan, tugging at his hair and letting your head fall back. He was right, it felt good.

He knew exactly what he was doing, tugging you even closer with firm hands, still clasped over the fat of your thighs. Your clit was fully pressed to his nose now, your lips parting as you whined. You looked back down at him, starting to frantically card through his hair with shaky fingers. He smiled against you, pulling back a bit to speak.

"What, do you like that?" he crooned, making your lower abdomen flutter and tingle in all sorts of ways. He knocked his nose against you with more intention, forcing a moan to claw its way out of your throat. You finally nodded, a quiet 'please' falling from your swollen lips. He felt a sense of pride, mumbling something about how polite you were for him before continuing his torment.

He didn't stop you when you started subconsciously bucking your hips against his nose, tongue-fucking you eagerly while you did so. You felt a burning tightness building up in your belly, your fingers grabbing at his hair again as you moaned his name like it was a mantra. He could always tell when you were gonna finish, and he didn't plan on stopping you.

He kept up his movements, letting you ride his face until you were a shaking, noisy mess above him. When it washed over you, you frantically searched for one of his hands that rested on your thigh, holding onto it the best you could while you rode it out. Pleasure was surging through your veins, pumping into your blood and swallowing you up like a tsunami. He just licked up everything you had to give him, drowning in you.

He felt your body stop shaking after a few moments, his fingers squeezing yours as you slowly recovered. You started to climb off, earning a resistant grunt from him. He kept you on his face, giving you a near desperate stare.

"One more, for me?" he asked, watching your face. He watched your contemplation before you reluctantly agreed, earning a genuine smile from him. "So sweet, let me make you feel good," he muttered under his breath, his tongue sticking out to lick a thick stripe up your slit. You tossed your head back, a low moan slipping out of your lips as he started licking at you all over again. He pressed his nose against you with more purpose, letting you grind down on it as you pleased.

He was borderline making out with your pussy, intoxicated by your scent, your taste, everything. His jaw flexed as he hummed against you, the sloppy, wet noises bringing a blush to your face. The delicious, tingling sensation bloomed over you, his mouth worshipping your sensitive cunt like she was royalty. Your noises only egged him on, music to his ears.

It didn't take much to bring you to your second release, your thighs closing around his head as you finished yet again. You moaned with significantly less control, the feeling much more intense the second time around. You had to take several deep breaths before you were ready to move off his face, legs wobbling as you did so. He almost pulled you back down, wanting to spend all night between your thighs, making you feel good. Still, he let you get up, pressing a kiss to your clit before you could fully remove yourself.

You settled on your side next to him, smiling lazily before pressing your lips to his. His hand moved up to hold the back of your head, kissing you back with vigor. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, sending a small shiver down your spine. It wasn't long before he had pushed you onto your back, getting up to hover himself over you with that same desperate need as before.

He couldn't keep his lips off you, his tongue pushing it's way into your mouth and swallowing up all your pretty sounds. His hands were almost frantic as they grabbed at your hips, tugging them closer to his and parting your legs. You found yourself laughing quietly at his urgency, both your teeth clashing as you silenced yourself on his lips again.

He rolled his hips forward, his painfully hard cock brushing up against your sensitive, wet heat. His moan was muffled, drowned out and faint as his eyes flickered open. He pulled his lips from yours, looking down at what he was doing breathlessly, fingers pressed into your soft skin. A possessive satisfaction filled him at the sight of the small, faded marks on your hips from previous nights with you.

"Look at you.." he murmured, his eyes trailing back up to yours. His pupils were blown, his irises not much more than a thin blue outline around the pitch darkness. His dark hair fell in his face, the ends tickling your skin from his closeness. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting back a smile when you started trying to push yourself down onto him. Holding your waist still with his big hands, he pushed you down into the mattress, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. His lips moved to your ear, teeth grazing the lobe as he spoke.

"You need more?" he asked quietly, beginning to pepper kisses across your jaw, trailing down your neck. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear your voice. You were beautifully overwhelmed by him, his warmth, his lips, his hands.. all of it was throwing your senses into overdrive. "Yes, please. I need you," you pleaded, wincing when his nails started digging into your hips. Despite the discomfort, he was still being way more gentle than usual.

He finally, finally reached a hand down, holding his base so he could line up with you. You felt his lips on your skin, muffling his satisfied hum as he slowly started pushing himself inside. You gasped when his tip breached your walls, head falling back. There was a small sting, but nothing unbearable. You felt your stomach flutter, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you.

He didn't give you much time to adjust, pushing himself almost all the way inside with an impatient moan. You cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he forced those last few, painful inches in. Tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill over as he kissed your neck apologetically. He pulled back to look at your pained expression, starting to thrust in and out of you at a slow, heavy pace.

A choked moan bubbled up in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes open, looking up at him with adoration, despite the obscene nature of the situation. Your fingers were leaving small marks on his shoulders, matching the ones he was inflicting on your sides with his bruising grip. He was quick to start speeding up his pace, the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you getting louder along with your moans. Your eyes flickered down between the two of you, stomach doing backflips at the sight of him disappearing inside you before pulling himself back out. His cock was shiny and wet, coated in your arousal. The sight made your walls flutter around him.

The pleasure was everywhere, spreading through your abdomen and thrumming along with your frantic pulse. You struggled to keep a reasonable volume, using all your willpower to not scream for him (you did still have neighbors.) You were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, your legs beginning to tremble as the feeling became too much. You had a moment of relief when his thrusts began to slow, only to realize he was merely repositioning. He perched himself up on his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs so he could grip them firmly. He tugged you down while simultaneously lifting your hips a little, spreading out your legs nice and wide before his thrusts continued.

Your head fell back, hands falling from his shoulders to grip at the sheets below you. He was going faster than before, the sound of skin on skin increasing in volume as he thrusts got harder and harder. "Fuck, needed you all day," he enunciates, his own voice starting to sound strained as he rocked in and out of you. He was going at it with much more force now, chasing his own release, enticing countless mewls and moans from your shaking figure.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, one hand releasing your thigh to spread over your abdomen. He leaned himself a bit forward, hand pressing down just enough to feel the faint knock of himself against his palm. An almost animalistic groan escaped his tired lungs, the sheer vulgarity of being able to feel the bulge of his tip stretching you out just right was enough to have him twitching inside you, moans more consistent. The sounds he was making had your cunt throbbing around him, only adding to the stimulation. He managed to pry his hand away from your belly, pushing it down and rubbing quick, firm circles on your clit. Your hips jerked at the feeling, eyes watering as you tried to grab at his hand.

"That's- ohh, 's too much," you slurred, barely aware of his prideful grin as he listened to you. You were already fucked out and overstimulated, not much more than a crying mess as he repeatedly stuffed you full. He just ignored your meek hands pushing at his, hunching himself over so he could press a kiss to your jaw. "Shh, you wanna feel good, don't you?" he cooed, nudging your head to the side with his nose so he could kiss at your marked neck. You whined, eyes fluttering shut.

"It's too good," you admitted in a whimper, feeling his teeth graze over your neck. He made a breathless noise at your words, more than pleased by what you had said. The hand that still held your thigh tightened just a bit, his thrusts never faltering. He shook his head, rubbing your puffy clit faster as he spoke to you, ignoring your chorus of moans and pleads.

"You can take it, just one more," he murmured for the second time that night. You had to fight back a heavy groan, knowing one more was never enough for him. He wanted you ruined, and he wouldn't settle for anything less. He pulled back so he could watch you, trying to stop himself from finishing before you. It was a difficult task, you were just so pretty, so perfect, all for him. It drove him up the walls just thinking about how you were his. Your mind started to go blank when he started hitting that sensitive spot inside you, your abdomen spasming.

The last knot keeping you together beneath him snapped, your climax hitting you like a fucking train. He refused to slow down or stop, fucking you like a porn star through the whole thing. You were shaking, a thin line of drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, much to your embarrassment.

He held onto your thigh like it was his sole anchor to the earth as he felt you come undone, his orgasm following quickly after yours. He pushed himself as deep as he could, filling you up with a husky whimper. He was giving you so much, emptying himself out in you with a possessive, hooded gaze. You couldn't stop shaking, fresh tears flowing down your cheeks as the feeling began to slowly subside. He panted as he recovered, realizing just how much he'd ruined you.

He chuckled at the sight, but not in a ridiculing way. He sounded enamored, relishing the sight of you all vulnerable and trembling, a sight that only he would ever get to see. You slowly started to recover your senses, breathing heavily as you came back down to earth. You were vaguely aware of him slowly pulling out, a lewd gasp sounding from your sore throat at the feeling of his cum spilling out of you.

He grinned at the sight, unable to stop himself from reaching forward and prodding at your spent hole. He couldn't help pushing some of his cum back inside, intentionally curling his fingers up a bit as he did so. His eyes flickered back up to yours when you made a soft noise, trying to push his hand away. He didn't stop, deciding to finger you lazily as he spoke.

"You did so good, baby.. aw, come on, just one more?"

**

A/N: yeah, yeah, i haven't posted in too long.. good lord i must have forgotten how to write overnight or something, tell me why this took me DAYS to finish. i might have to start updating some new fandoms soon ... but i'm def coming out with some gn!reader reader stuff next 🤭. anyways, i hope you enjoyed!

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to their s/o having a diary of compliments

requested by 🐾 anon: "soft thoughts how svt would react when they found out that their s/o writes diary that is full of their picts and a lot of confessions and compliments such as "he looks so good today!" or "how i adore you" like that"

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seungcheol

as a rule he doesn't so much as glance at your personal things (bc duh, they're personal) but you leave your diary open on your desk when you get a call from your friend and begin pacing around while talking to them. he pops his head into your room, sees you not there, but he notices his name in the book and does a double take. smiles when he sees it's a list titled "things cheol does that make me happy", and glances over at it once before backing away, bc even the knowledge that you made a list like that is enough for him

jeonghan

knew about it, probably secretly orchestrated the whole ordeal and (lovingly) manipulated you into having it by constantly suggesting you should have a diary for him. was still surprised when you actually made one though, finding out when he knocked the journal over on your bedside table while trying to steal your charger again. doesn't tell you that he knows, but does sometimes just look over you n smile all giggly bc wow you love him so so much and he just feels so lucky to have you

joshua

he has one for you too. it was basically a joint project tbh, with both of you deciding to buy diaries for each other on an anniversary of some sorts and just writing in it compliments for each other n put in pictures whenever you think of it. you're under no obligation to tell him what you wrote, but he loves reading his out to you and watching you blush. little does he know that you have "when he reads out his compliments to me" in your diary of things that you love about him <3

junhui

is just so, so touched. thinks that it's the most adorable thing in the world. he complimented you one time when you were lounging around at home, and watched as you blinked and then whipped out the diary, scribbling something furiously. you wouldn't tell him what you'd written, but he'd caught a glimpse of "he called me pretty today" in the book and just laughs, kissing you on the cheek and squishing you into his arms without another word

hoshi

accidentally looked through the diary bc it was on the coffee table and he just thought it was just like, one of those yearly planners or something. pretends to get offended when you (jokingly) yell at him for looking through it bc???? why are you mad it's literally about him??? but he does smile all melty soft and tease you about the fact that you like it when he's all laser-focused while practicing his choreography, earning himself a light slap across the cheek

wonwoo

you've never seen this guy around your things, and you're never going to see this guy around your things, bc he doesn't touch them. still knows you have a book for him tho, or some sort of place where you document the stuff you like about him, and sometimes he'll leave little post-its around the house with comments that uncannily match the things you write about him, like "you look so good today" and "i genuinely adore you so much"

woozi

hmm i'm thinking more of lists of compliments for woozi! he's probably not the best at receiving praise, so to help with that you've attempted to leave little lists of things you've adored the most about him recently. it takes him a while to notice them, dotted randomly around the apartment, and he never mentions them to you but sometimes he smiles just a little wider and comes over and kissed you on the forehead and you know he's seen them and he's grateful for them

minghao

they were all just random little adoring notes, really, but they warmed his heart. things like "i really love him" and "he makes me feel so special" just make him the happiest because it's as if you're acknowledging the extent of his adoration for you, as if you're able to see just how much he loves you, and he loves that so much. tells you how he's seen your diary, all shy and pink-eared, and just smiles even further when you kiss him on the cheek and tell him it's all true

mingyu

his ego just goes Through The Roof when he happens to stumble across your diary dedicated to him. no but honestly, he really just kind of melts with fondness, going all lovely soft and deciding to take you out on an extravagant date right after reading it, refusing to tell you the reason for this spontaneous expensive dinner but also just smiling at you adoringly and giving you cheesy compliments as if you've just started dating all over again

dokyeom

he helped you make your scrapbook that's dedicated to him!! he gave you the scrapbook, the camera you use to take pictures of him, the cute rolls of stickers that you use to decorate it. beams the widest when you tell him you've made another page for him, asks to see it and goes all bright red over the lovely things you've written and the adoration practically emanating from the glued-on photos that you took and stuck in

seungkwan

probably starts crying tbh. it takes him a few accidental encounters with the diary (bc you seriously are so forgetful w your things and keep leaving it out) for the content to truly sink in, but as he's glanced at yet another page with the words "i always love when he makes me smile" on it yet again he can't help but burst into tears on the kitchen island right then and there, making you run to him in panic and hold him as he's an inconsolable mess

vernon

stands there and just . reads the entire thing. he's just so surprised that you have so many things that you love about him, enough for you to have filled almost the entire diary in about 4 months. when you get all embarrassed when he asks you about the diary, he rushes to assure you that it's okay and that he loves it and he was wondering… would it be okay if he made a diary like that for you too? 

chan

he started a diary for you first, and it was when you found out about it that you made one for him too. he didn't know about it, though, and you diligently created page after page of compliments and pictures before presenting it to him as an anniversary gift. he gets all teary eyed, touched to the very core, reading through every page just so reverently and so happy that he was able to be loved by someone as wonderful as you.

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[bee-ina-boat]

heres a collection of concept art for the rest of the entities for the mythos au!! if you're wondering where the eye is, they've been drawn already!

they are all FAR from done. keep in mind these are all just my initial concepts and i plan to do in-depth design sheets as i go to explore their designs more.

IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS ON HOW TO IMPROVE THESE DESIGNS PLEASE THROW EM AT ME- MY ANON IS OPEN AND I READ TAGS I DONT CARE JUST!!!! GIMME!!!!!

(also au context: the magnus mythos is an au where the entities are all gods, similar to various religious mythology, rather than paranormal entities that feed on fear)

design thoughts for each of them under the cut

The Web - God of Fate (she/it): im pretty happy with her design atm, shes meant to be a half spider half woman thing and i love that for her. shes probably the one ive thought the most on so far given her importance to the story. i want her to wear silks and shiny silver jewelry that just sparkles like wet spiderwebs do, not sure if im gonna keep the veil?

The Dark - God of the Dark (she/he/it): probably my weakest concept at the moment. it doesnt do the dark any justice. i mean i like the cloak idea but i want them to be very tendrilly, all consuming, shadowy, but i dont know how to properly portray them :/

The Desolation - God of Destruction and Fire (they/it): i have a neat vision for them! i want them to be made of coal and ash and smoke, to be burning and glowing on the inside, and their body is decorated with melted wax to look like clothes. not quiiiiiite sure about how their melty candle dress is now? i want it to be less constrictive

The Stranger - God of the Unknown and the Whimsical (he/she/they/it): it's meant to be this. weird wirey creature hidden behind masks and a lot of fabrics, like the framework of a poseable plush doll? i like the way the masks look but im not so sure about the body.

The Vast - God of the Above (she/he/they/it): im not so sure about his design at all im gonna be real. i want them to look like the atmosphere and be covered in clouds and have mountains for feet and an ocean cape but i feel like it might be a bit?? idk??? im just not that happy with it :/

The End - God of Death and Time (they/it): ugh i love this concept sm, making death read as less scary and more divine is so fun. theyre based on a seraphim and a sand timer,

The Buried - God of the Underneath (she/he/they/it): ANOTHER OF MY FAVORITES!!!! i love them. theyre inspired by hermit crabs!! and they have silver chains holding their shell to them. they look so endearing with their lil lopsided eyes ;; <3

The Flesh - God of the Body and Meat (she/he/they/it): i have so many ideas for the flesh y'all- im very excited to do a concept sheet for them. theyre meant to have no skin, just exposed bone and muscle, large limbs, hooves, exposed heart underneath a ribcage, teeth that close around their abdomen. white bandages that wrap around like clothes. a teeth/horn crown? i dont quite know whether to go for a more animalistic look or a more human one? like- theres so many ways to go with him idek!!!

The Hunt - God of Predators and Pride (they/it): see, i like this design but i feel like its too werewolf like? yknow? thats cool!! but itreads more monster to me than God :/

The Corruption - God of Nature, Rot, and Disease (she/they/it): i love this weird bug thing. this one i was really inspired for (mostly because. corruption aligned. so obviously im gonna think about this one alot) theyre this weird bug thing, the veil is inspired by the one from the art on the wiki! i want to maybe make them a bit more gross and weird because nature is like that sometimes, a moot on tiktok suggested that i add animal bones!! and i think thats SO smart im absolutely going too

The Spiral - God of the Incomprehensible (it/its): this weirdo is so hard to pin down istg. i imagine them as this spiral thing. body is kindof liquidy, arms are spindly and long, multiple shifting faces, overall just constantly changing and moving and like!!! how am i meant to draw that??? when my brain cant even wrap my head around what its supposed to look like yknow??? bruh jrdbhgfjdldgfh- that being said i think the main problem with the design is that it just gives me too many Michael vibes!!! is it the hair? the arms? its probably both.

The Lonely - God of Solitude and the Self (they/it): i like what this one has going so far! theyve got fog hair, fog tears, their body is meant to be splotchy like turquoise marble, i vibe with it so hard. not so sure what to do with their outfit tho :/

The Slaughter - God of War (he/they/it): another one of my more stronger designs i think! centaur with weapons sticking into them, face concealed, medieval armor and antlers- it vibes

the extinction isnt drawn because i literally have no idea what they should look like aside from color palette-

once again any and all suggestions will be taken!!!! i need ideas!!! plese!!!!

[manicplank]

In a similar vein to the romance headcanons (though it could be platonic as well) what’s everyone’s reaction/response to “I love you”?

I'll do romantic and platonic

How would they react to "I love you"?

Peppino:

(Romantic): He would probably get bright red and sweaty, maybe even faint. At least for the first few times you say it. After that, he's mushy and lovey.

(Platonic): He'd start sobbing. It's a phrase he doesn't hear enough. To hear that someone loves him when he doesn't even love himself... It hurts in both good and bad ways.

Gustavo:

(Romantic): Would blush and point to himself. "Me???" Yes, you. He would giggle and be all flustered, even after you tell him for the millionth time.

(Platonic): Would feel absolutely honored. He'd smile bright for the rest of the day. He wouldn't even question it. He'd just be so happy.

Mr. Stick:

(Romantic): He'd flush bright red like a tomato. He'd probably try to speak, but He'd stutter and stumbled on his words. He'd be too flustered to complete a coherent sentence.

(Platonic): He'd question it at first. "Oh... Wait, really? What does that mean?" But once he's reassured, he's incredibly happy.

Pepperman:

(Romantic): He'd play it off and act all cool. Of course you love him, how could you not? He's like, totally the greatest! But inside, he's screaming, totally overwhelmed with emotion.

(Platonic): Similar to romantic. He doesn't seem to realize that by saying "I love you", you're saying that you value him as a friend and care about him. He just thinks you admire him as an artist.

The Vigilante:

(Romantic): Would blush and rub the back of his head. He'd get all bashful and shy. He'd probably ask what about him that you love. He'd even get a bit melty.

(Platonic): He'd respond with "I love you, too, my good friend." He's not the fragile masculinity type of guy. He holds his friends close like family.

The Noise:

(Romantic): For once in his life, he'd go silent. His face is beet red, and he's shaking. He has no idea what to do or how to respond. He doesn't hear that a lot. He might even start crying. He doesn't know how to express himself.

(Platonic): He'd bump you on the shoulder with a smirk. He has trouble saying it back, but you know he values you as a friend. The fact that he hasn't murdered you by now is a telltale sign that he loves you, too.

Noisette:

(Romantic): She would jump up and down, squealing and screaming. She's blushing, and her heart is racing. Instead of being flustered, she's ecstatic. "I love you, I love you, I love you!!! EEEEEEEE!!!"

(Platonic): She'd giggle and poke you. "Awww, I love you too!" She'll probably tell you that all the time from then on, especially when she's worried about you or when you're sad.

Fake Peppino:

(Romantic): He is confused! He doesn't understand romantic love. It doesn't quite process in his brain. He would tilt his head and make a little noise. "Hmmmmmm?????"

(Platonic): He would let out a (terrifying) scream of joy! His little arms would flail, and his eyes would get wide. He would then charge to hug you and rub his face on you!

Pizzaface:

(Romantic): He would give you a confused look. Do you not realize he's a robot? Maybe not. He's not even sure he's capable of love. He'd probably just go, "Okayyy....."

(Platonic): Similar to romantic, he'd give you a bit of a scowl. You're weird... But, deep down, he appreciates it even though he'd never admit it.

Pizzahead:

(Romantic): He'd gasp, blush, and put his hand on his chest. "You LOVE little ol' me? Are you sure?" He'd then get the biggest smile on his face. He'd probably hug you, wrapping his arms around you a million times.

(Platonic): He'd put his arm over your shoulder with the cheesiest smile on his face. He enjoys that you enjoy his company and is honored you feel that way.

Pillar John:

(Romantic): His jaw would drop, and his eyes would get all wide. "You WHAT?!?" He's too shocked to move at first, but then he gives you a hug with a big jolly laugh.

(Platonic): He laughs and pats you on the head. He loves you too! He greatly values your friendship and would do anything to protect you.

Gerome:

(Romantic): He would give a thousand yard stare as if he saw a nuke being dropped in front of him. He would be completely in denial. There's no way he would ever believe you.

(Platonic): He'd smirk, but deep down, he's smiling wide. He's stoic and not great with emotions, but friend mean the world to him. That just assured him that you are a true friend.

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This one was fun and a great distraction from feeling sad. Tysm for sending this in.

[demisexual-dryad]

I’ve had,,, an idea,,, like a beautiful, beautiful idea for a fantasy creature Au for ace attorney.

I’ve had oread* miles edgeworth and fire spirit phoenix wright FUCKING INVADING MY BRAIN. Here’s some of my brain rot. And the reference pose I used just in case someone was looking for it (thank you og pose posters of the art world you are gifts of gods I swear it, I used number three but I altered the shit out of it AND THOSE HANDS TURNED OUT SO DAMN NICE) and I have ideas for who is what if yall wanna hear me out. (Please say you do I’m begging I wanna theory dump so bad)

So some tidbits. Yes Phoenix has little fire wings and he can (kind of anyway, it’s more like floating) fly. It is important to note; he’s not a true Phoenix, just an elemental being made of fire. He can change his form (he’s literally an essence of fire itself contained in an elemental core.) They flare when he gets happy, excited, jealous, worried, or angry. They tend to recede or die out when he’s sardonic or in any other depressive mood. He also flutters them a little when he’s really stoked or happy.

He can control how hot his external flames burn, same with his wing size (when he thinks about it).

If his internal flame goes out he dies. If it dims due to illness or lowered body temp, he does get really sick (like a flame getting weaker- yes he was really not ok after the bridge incident, and the taser gave him fever chills for two days after because it was too close to his heart. Glass had to be removed from his stomach after Dahlia because he can’t fucking digest glass and it melted into a huge wad in his stomach causing a large blockage. The poison dahlia used had a side effect of lowering body temp, so Phoenix still got sick from being stupid.)

Also. This motherfucker has to eat. A LOT he literally has to consume a fuel source (food, coal, wood, anything that can burn) so he doesn’t yknow. Stop burning.

He does glow! From the inside out! Lantern boi.

Miles is an Oread. Oreads are Greek rock, valley, mountain, and grotto spirits.

He’s made of limestone. Looks intimidating, but crumbles apart easy.

Yes. He does grow garnet crystals out of his horns.

He can mold and shape rocks at will, which is useful because when he pushes himself too hard or is stressed he can’t hide it. His body parts just start crumbling off. (Dw, they snap back into place like nothing happened but it’s definitely unsettling. Think: “Your arm’s off!” “It’s but a fleshwound.”)

I gave him a tail and more animal like legs to be more of a representation of animals that live in his life source area (there’s a sacred grotto he’s bound to, same one as his father, he visits to check in every once in awhile.)

Because his life essence is linked to the grotto, he can only get sick or die if his source area is sick or dying/destroyed- or if his heart is damaged or destroyed (it’s like a little physical link to their source area, can’t function without it.)

Earthquakes are still big scary. They’re extremely painful, like if all your growing pains hit at once. Miles experienced his first one when trapped in that elevator, which freaked him out so bad on top of the fighting that… well, we know how it ended. Even though he doesn’t need to breathe (made of rock) he still had a panic attack from stress and went unconscious from it. Not fun.

Also!! If he blushes too hard, he can melt!! His ear!! It’s melty!!

Big teefs for eatin rock. He does have to consume extra mineral rocks or he can be a little brittle.

He can shift into a more “human” form without a tail and with regular legs, but it’s not as comfortable as his standard form. Bratworth definitely spent more time than he should’ve trying to look more human to fit in with the Von Karmas.

He wiggles his lil ears when he’s content or happy. Because that’s cute and it makes me happy.

I’ve been thinking up theories for like most of the cast. Vote in the poll if you wanna hear more!

[butteronabun]

hi i was first anon (i’ll sign off with this fun little emoji 🥩) i read the arm wrestling fic i’m so glad i’m not alone in thinking about diluc muscles

i was swooning about it the other day and now u drop this treat paired with FOND DILUC. and when you detail his blush my GODDDDDD i cant yap for the nth time again over each detail. AAAAAAAHHthank you for my life. i’m melty

hi again, 🥩 anon!!

HDKJDKGSKJ omg this just makes so happy, i can seriously feel your excitement through the screen like ??? hello ??? 😍

i just wanted to write hubby diluc being sweet to his drunk spouse. him just doting on them makes me want to melt ( and i wish i was in their place i wish i was diluc’s wife fr ARHH ) like come on . . . this gorgeous of a man, who’s just so intimidating and scary and can destroy you if he needs to, is actually so tender and gentle, when it comes to spoiling his messy lover, because he has so much love in heart? I D-WORD.

plus i needed an excuse to mention about diluc’s physique. it’s only a hc that this man is big and beefy ( genshin needs to update his model on him because there’s no way in hell diluc’s like that ) and Him Being Built is just so true to me. i want him to hug me until my bones crack ( i desperately need a chiropractor and i think diluc will be able to fulfill that role )

JOKES ASIDE! please, keep on yapping! i would love to hear more of your thoughts! 🫶🏻

but don’t get me wrong though. . . i love his current model still. hihi. wow i love diluc sm

[dirtyvirgotarot]

THE WEEK AHEAD - 7/2/23 PICK-A-CARD READING!

Ice cream!! To me, it's always time for ice cream, but this week I felt particularly hungry for it! Pick a delicious, melty pile, and you'll get a week ahead reading with an Ice Cream oracle card as well as tarot! Grab a bowl of indulgence and enjoy the reading!! ~~~~~~~~ Pile 1 (Vanilla with Chocolate Drizzle): The Scoop: COOKIES AND CREAM - guilty pleasures/indulgence/temptation Your Tarot: 2 of Swords RX, 9 of Swords, 10 of Cups You may have recently given in or are thinking of giving in and finally cutting a toxic person out of your life. It might cause you some anxiety, but you're being told that it's okay! It's worth it to do, even if it might make you nervous. You will see that it'll be no big deal and that no harm will come to you, and you'll suddenly feel the emotional relief and happiness from not having to deal with this individual anymore. To help distract from anxiety this week, indulge in your free time! Dive deep into your hobbies, get yourself a nice treat to eat over the weekend, or play a nice, relaxing video game! Things are gonna be okay this week, even if it seems scary at times. ✂️🙅😣😯😄🍦 ~~~~~~~~ Pile 2 (Strawberry): The Scoop: ROCKY ROAD - adventure/preparation/challenge Your Tarot: 7 of Pentacles, Page of Cups, The World RX I feel like there will be a lot of new starts for you this week! You planted the seeds both financially and emotionally last week, and now you're seeing returns this week. Now is the time to make moves, get risky, and challenge yourself! Work a bit of overtime to make that paycheck bigger, send that text to your crush and see what happens! It's a bit of a fuck around and find out week for you. What goes around comes around, so just make sure you aren't putting anything negative out there this week, or pushing yourself too hard. Fucking around and finding out is fun, but it might not have the results you'd like if you push things! 👀😏😉🫰💞✅ ~~~~~~~~ Pile 3 (Mint Chocolate Chip): The Scoop: ORANGE - enthusiasm/confidence/courage Your Tarot: Temperance RX, The Hierophant, 3 of Pentacles Collaboration, fixing things and getting stuff done is a main highlight of your week! Whether it be at home or at work, things are going to be pretty crazy this week! Busy and hectic. Don't fear, however! You won't be alone. Seek out help if you need it this week to tame the mess, and to balance things back out again. Now is the time to believe in yourself, and show courage in the face of chaos. I feel like this is going to be physical help, too, like with cleaning or paperwork or something similar. Have a friend or two come over and help you out over some music and a pizza. A few of you may be moving. You are on the right path, guarantied. Take care of yourself, you GOT this!!! ⚡💪📦✅👌🎉 ~~~~~~~~~ Pile 4 (Ube Coconut): The Scoop: CHOCOLATE - purpose/depth/roots Your Tarot: 9 of Pentacles RX, 4 of Wands, 8 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles This week feels significant for most of you. You may go to a family reunion or a similar gathering, and reminisce on pictures, or the past successes of your family before you. I feel a spark of inspiration and motivation from an important figure to you will come this week, family or not. Something will touch your heart, and maybe even move you to tears! It will stick with you all week. You may be called to start a new hobby or job, or at the very least start looking into it. Lots of happiness and tears, for some of you even some bittersweet feelings, but all very positive nonetheless! A spark of newness that may lead to your true path, success! 🥲💓🌄🙂💪✨ ~~~~~~~~ General Afterthoughts and Notes for All Piles:

LOTS of mention about self-care and not overdoing it this week! Lots about overcoming challenges and anxiety, or feelings of bittersweetness! The theme this week for all piles is 'looking ahead'! I wish everyone the absolute best of luck this week, I'm with you in soul and spirit!! 💪

If you can, eat the delicious ice cream flavor you got, either the pile you picked or the card you got! It might inspire those same feelings in you! 🍦 I hope these readings resonated, and if you want more, check out my Tumblr, and my Youtube page for more in-depth readings!! If it REALLY hit different for ya, here's the link to my Ko-Fi! You would be supporting a disabled, queer reader! Stay tuned for more delicious readings!!! :D Have a great week guys!!! -DV 💜💚

[sleepyowlwrites]

writer positivity tag

a tablet engraved in a language I don't know from @365runesoftheamalgamations

What motivates you to write?

literally anything. overall, it's because I have the stories in my head and they're taking up brain space! I need to get them out! and it's fun! and in the moment to moment of it, it's that one singular idea or emotion that was tumblr through my brain spaces and I really want to capture it in THIS story, with THESE characters. so I do that. I like taking things that I couldn't previous convert from wispy colors and spiky feelings into sentences that can impact people, whether in such a way that it makes them giggle or it sucker punches them or whatever. I like to do the thing. and! bonus for me, 'cause at this point, after all these years, I'm really good at it. so that helps.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them):

there's not a thing I'm most proud of. I keep improving, you know, so I keep writing things I'm newly most proud of. but then also, I'm still really, really proud of things that I don't think are that well written anymore, but that represent something for me, some part of who I was or what I was going through. I don't know about "most" but, here's something.

a sketch, bold lines, chromatic (2021)

do you want a self-portrait? I can give you one.

my heart is here, on my sleeve, right next to my elbow. I keep it in a plastic bag so it doesn’t get wet, but you can see it. it’s real, and pulsing, and the love can come out of it just fine. love is not tangible, you see, unless it has already left the heart in which case I can put it in my hands and lay them on your cheeks and then it is very tangible in so far as you will allow yourself to feel it.

I wear my shoes with the laces double knotted and I rarely untie them. I slip them on for work and kick them off when I get home. they fall haphazardly by the door, but they are by the door, kept, not lost, and are ready for use when I need them.

my hair is large around my head until I tie it back, but it curls as it will and I let it, because that is what my hair does. it is mine, and I intend to keep it, no matter what color it is or if it’s only half-braided because I slept on my side. my freckles go away in the winter, but I don’t miss them because I know they’ll return. there’s a small scar beside my eye. it shows more when I’m tired, and it hangs there like a mark on the moon and I’m not ashamed of it. it does not say that I am shadowed, it just means that I fell down as a child.

I drape myself in the colors I like, not the colors I think I appear to be. others will see me and hear me and decide what I am, and I like that I am more than shades of purple to the people outside of my head. I am purple to me, and that’s the most important, but if you see me as yellow and it makes you smile then I accept it with honor, I wear it like a pin beside my chest cavity, a souvenir for when I’m sleeping and my heart has crawled back home.

I can go on. but I know you’re not listening, or seeing, either. I hold out my arm so that my heart beats directly in front of yours and yet you are empty and walled and distant. I can wait outside for you but if you won’t open the door I can’t force my way in. and I won’t try, either.

I wear my heart on my sleeve but it’s up to you to choose to see.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them, and what are they like?

I have too many ocs for this, but here's my main guys:

R - dramatic, flirtatious lad, always on the verge of self-destruction until someone pulls him back by needing him. he's 17 and lives like it, one quip at a time. his heart is large and melty, and he just wants to be good, and is learning how to put in the work.

Jet - angry, tired, needing something to live for but unwilling to find it himself. he'll punch all your demons before confronting his own and finds too much exultant delight in the act. he doesn't want to experience emotions but he'll do it for you. and maybe, maybe for himself, as a result.

Nyks - sunshine child. delight of everyone's lives. he's lost his memory and his family but he has friends who love him. is always in need of cuddles and always gets them. encourager extraordinaire. a guardian angel, a baby.

(all my ocs can be found through a handy link in my pinned post if you wanted to hear me talk about some girls, maybe)

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

draft 0. just writing whatever story comes out first and running with it. is it coherent? is it linear? is it on track to end? who knows! finding out is part of the fun! it's so enjoyable that I spend all my time here.

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

dialogue is an easy answer. but also setting the tone, showcasing a particular dynamic in a short amount of time, and summarizing a very specific vibe or emotion with one pointed metaphor or paragraph. I do sensory emotion really well, and create whole atmospheres in just a few lines. maybe I don't mention where the heck the characters are but you definitely know what they're feeling (or what the pov is, anyway)

What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

having friends! that I don't even just talk about writing with. we have random and strange and wonderful conversations about anything and develop inside jokes and I adopt a lot of them. it's great! and also I love tag games. I'm so slow about doing them because I am *rolls eyes* advancing in years and it takes so much more energy to do stuff *rolls eyes again* but I love them. I hoard them.

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

scrivener is the best thing. I literally just updated to version 3 today and it's cleaner and smoother. I used onenote all through high school and beyond but then I just stopped? something about it didn't click with me anymore but I needed something with organization. I refuse to write in word or googledocs. so three? years ago I bought myself scrivener for my birthday and it's been amazing.

I do also keep a writing journal (I say journal very loosely) and sometimes bring it with me places and there's all kinds of random thoughts and snatches of scenes and what have you in there. I used to never write by hand because it's so slow, but my brain has changed a bit over the years and now I can write up to like, 4k by hand before I just can't anymore. I usually just do between 400-900 words though.

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law, etc)

I love that the kids in Youth Story have superpower for literally no reason. I just stuck them in there and they just have them. it turns the slice of life into slice of surreal life and I love it.

and I love the cities in my stories. Sinderport and Rasterpool are the only ones with names at the moment but I have a bunch and they all have character and layouts in my head and specific attributes like being on a river or the gangs or the street slang. for being not a city person I really like to write about them.

and I love the magic in Guild Story. it's unwieldy and tricky and doesn't just "solve problems" and also I just love the three guild houses. they just came to me! and I was like "really, the ya x of x format" but c'mon. House of Favors sounds cool. anyway I gotta write more of this wip it's really interesting.

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

Maybe Sorcery @akindofmagictoo Ember @ashen-crest (buy her books! so good!) Ghosty @zmwrites Idea @oh-no-another-idea Breezy @blind-the-winds Celadon @abalonetea (buy books!) Klaus @kaiusvnoir Klove @klywrites Rainstorm @avrablake Moonink @drippingmoon Stars Books @vellichor-virgo Cozy @ink-fireplace-coffee Glowstick @ellatholmes Ren-rill-ren @ren-c-leyn Rarity @uraniumwriting Sounding @diphthongsfordays Ocelot @ambiguouspuzuma Bender @writing-is-a-martial-art Tangerine @the-orangeauthor and everybody else on the nickname list

but also I love all of my Sleepyheads.

^people feel free to do the tag, and anybody else who sees this, and also maybe @crypticcodexcreations @thegreatobsesso @sarahlizziewrites @thetruearchmagos @sam-glade

[ateohsixxxx]

🫠 may be a brat, but they’re a cute brat. Eerie, sir, between the sweetness and your recent voice note posts, you’re going to make my brain hazy.

Uhm uhm… would thinking about letting you strap my cuck only to get jealous of him and beg to give you sloppy head while I claw up your thighs to mark you with nails painted a color you had chosen be appropriate and permitted?

That sounds so fun! And I’m confident a certain melty little brat wouldn’t be able to resist teasing me. But if you bite too hard, you should probably kiss it better - at least, that’s what I would do. Because I’m soft

I’m a little insecure about my stomach, but if it’d make you happy; I’d take a cute little heart-shaped scar. I love heart-shaped things so much (like a softie). I wouldn’t mind a little heart around my chest either, so it’s visible any time I share tit pics.

Your next photo set sounds like it will be amazing. I am a sucker for stained glass and I am not normal about it.

~ 🔪

Yes, good plan. Brilliant idea. I loooooove that. Jealousy is hot. I need you to go down on me, sloppy as fuckkkkkk. Paint your nails a pretty dark purple and claw me up, I need my thighs to look like the death metal font when you’re finished.

I’m immune to cute brats. Brats get chomped. bite bite chomp yomp omnom bite

I’ll kiss it better, though, only cause you asked me to. This feels like one of those lovely little lessons on being gentle.

I want to kiss and mark every part of your body that you’re insecure about until you only see passion when you look in the mirror. Little cut in hearts, cigarette burns in pretty shapes, bite marks and hickeys, bruises from how hard my hands hold you—how desperately I need you closer.

Heh…lemme relax.

I’m playing with the lighting right now to try to make it look brighter so it shines like real stained glass. Might require some heeeeeavy editing, but I got a long weekend ahead of me. And now I know you’re into it????? Oh babbbyyyyy, I’m gonna work hard now.