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[hatsukeii]

tip-toe (take me back to the ground) / timeskip!iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre(s): domestic iwa omg... fluff!! very soft, straight up sensual fluff!! iwa is hot!! iwa is romantic!! iwa is good at many many things, and good WITH many many things too!! im rotting in bed thinking about what could be one day ngl

warning(s): he's very handsy let's just say that... so suggestive warning!! no explicit nsfw, gn reader, but this will get decently/pretty suggestive towards the end u have been warned:)

wc: ~1.4k

tldr; Iwaizumi Hajime wants dinner (you)

Iwaizumi Hajime likes to come home to the golden glow of table lamps, fluttering wisps of fire on the wicks of cinnamon candles on spice shelves, and a vinyl playing beneath the needle of a record player on the coffee table of his living room. It's not an extraordinarily good record player. Sometimes the pitch wavers uncertainly, almost like when the service drops on a video call and the other person's voice suddenly drops half an octave. Occasionally, the needle skips a note and adds a fleeting pop to whatever song is playing on the record, like when a few embers of a fire crackle a little louder than the rest. Whenever he hears the record player, and the muffled hums from somewhere else that fill in the jumps and correct the warped melodies from the grooves of the vinyl, Hajime feels like having dinner.

When Iwaizumi Hajime stands over the stovetop of his kitchen, sleeves of whatever top he's wearing rolled halfway up his forearms, he listens for something beyond the scratchy song from the vinyl across the living room. He squeezes a few rings of oil into a pan, and pretends to press down on the ignition at the sound of carefully muted tiptoes against wooden floorboards. Hajime is unfazed when a pair of arms slither across his stomach, and cross at his chest, but he smiles at the sensation anyways. Beneath the guise of diffused cinnamon candles, he smells soap and laundry. By how a pair of loose short sleeves slide down your arms to bare your biceps to him, he knows that you're wearing one of his freshly washed t-shirts, and pulling his back closer against your body.

"I'm sweaty, love."

"Good, you know I like it."

If you creep up on Iwaizumi Hajime, clad in slippers and his t-shirt, he can blame nothing but his inhibitions when he abandons the empty pan, and lazily turns to hold you instead. Your arms travel up his back now, hands feeling for every groove around his shoulders, the dip of his spine, the hairs that line his nape. Hajime's fingers reach beneath your shirt for your hip bones, and the record player in the background pops a note. He sinks his palms into the flesh of your waist, pushes you close until he's certain you will melt into him. His thumbs massage the outskirts of your stomach, drawing the scales and arpeggios from the song on the vinyl into your skin, and he begins to sway and step in tandem with the music that fills the room. You press your ear to his chest, synchronise your heartbeats with his own that pulses through your ears and sends your mind into a golden haze. Your feet step from side to side with him, and suddenly, Iwaizumi Hajime is slow dancing in his kitchen with you, instead of having dinner like he initially planned to.

"Missed you all day." He mumbles into the top of your head, lips against your hair.

"I know, missed you too, Hajime." You speak it into his heart through his clothed ribcage.

The song on the record player fizzles out into its next track, one that plays out in piano keys that staccato across rocks in a creek, saxophone that glides like a breeze over the surface of still water, barely causing a ripple, flutes that fly past a waterfront like birds that soar above the earth in bimbling chirps.

Iwaizumi Hajime then decides he wants a little more than just dinner.

His hands push past your waist to your ribs, fingers splaying across the two sides of your back and palms lying flat against the sides of your chest. His vision spins and flips when you sigh against his ribcage, whole body flinching at his sudden advance. He relaxes into your embrace even more, shoulders loosening and hunching into you. He feels your body shift by the way his hands seem to move up with you, and your lips leave their mark on the right side of his neck. You nibble at his skin, and the record player jumps a note again, like a flat stone skipping past the surface of quiet waters. Hajime's throat gives out, a full hum vibrating through his Adam's apple, and your lips curl into a smile against his pulse. He thinks he wants this more than dinner.

You don't realise you are stepping backwards until your heel hits the base of your kitchen island, one of Hajime's hands now settled on the small of your lower back to cushion the impact of the cold countertop. It doesn't matter anymore, really, when Iwaizumi Hajime finally dips down to catch your lips in his own, giving his dinner a first taste. Your eyes flutter close, lashes tickling his cheeks as he sinks himself further into you. Your hands grip the edge of the counter now, steadying yourself so your knees don't give out and collapse beneath you. Hajime kisses slow, but pervasive. He finds every inch of your mouth, swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, swallows your stutters by pushing even harder. Something is off with the track in the background, perhaps the needle is wearing out with how every second note seems to warp and crackle. But you're pressed up against the kitchen counter, Hajime's hands feeling for every inch of your body, so you don't really have half a mind to care about the record player right now.

Strong arms pull you up and onto the countertop, and you part your legs to let Hajime settle between them. You sit taller than he stands here, head angled downwards to meet his own. He is completely at your mercy, and he surrenders his control to you. Your hands grab at the back of his neck, pulling him into you as if he can get any closer than this. Iwaizumi Hajime is content with slow dancing, lingering touches, patient kisses. But he sighs into your mouth. You cut him off by nibbling on his lip. And when he pulls away for air, he thinks you've forced him to want more.

The song fades out into the space of the living room. The water is still again, and the moon invites itself into the scene, painting the notes that still hang in the silence a misty silver.

Your vision soaks in Hajime's expression. His eyes are lidded, half-open, yet something glimmers in his irises that travel across every detail of your face. His cheeks are stained red, the tips of his ears even more so. A glossy sheen of saliva coats the entirety of him mouth, and the skin around it too. You bring a thumb to his mouth, and wipe away at the edges of his lips with the pad of your fingertip. Looking down on Iwaizumi Hajime is not something most have the privilege of doing, and you bask in every second that he stares up at you, as if there is nothing in this lifetime that will be better than the view from below. Your hands hold his face now, fingers running themselves through his hair. He shivers at your touch, dips his head into the crook of your neck. You rub and scratch at his scalp, handfuls of soft hair brushing and pressing against your palms.

"So good to me. Too good."

"Want me to fix up dinner for you, Hajime?"

The record player doesn't make a sound. Night has settled, birds hide away in the branches of trees, the breeze smooths over the surface of the water, rocks and stones sit in the riverbed, unmoving, grounded.

When Iwaizumi Hajime separates his face from your neck, he thinks to himself, one day, I'll put a diamond on that pretty little ring finger. You continue to thread your fingertips through his hair, when he pulls you back for another kiss. This is softer, but you can tell that he is getting hungrier. He moves teasingly slow, almost agonising. His lips are hot against yours, warm breaths from his nose fanning across your cheek, and you don't miss the way his hand slides from your waist to the inside of your thigh. A finger slips beneath the hem of your shorts, pinching and tugging down at the fabric. You wrap your legs around his chest, and he pushes them apart again, holding them in place with his rough palms.

Fuck a dinner, Iwaizumi Hajime wants you instead.

"Gonna take you to the moon tonight, love."

author's note:

yall iwa is so sexy... i can't help it... i've never felt compelled to write anything overtly physical or suggestive but for iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer i felt many many things... i need him sb and i hope that you do too after reading this because i need people to understand how FERAL i am for this man ;P

anyways tags!!

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ok love u all bye bye muah see u next fic

[neowinestainedress]

Hey love ur writings! Could you write a shot with Mark the way u wrote for doyoung pls? The needy doyoung and wife trying to find privacy to do it lol

w!: aged up mark (28yo) but only if you care enough to do the math, outdoor teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, romantic (i guess?)

a/n: dad!nct is making me feel things ngl. anyway, thanks, and hope you’ll like this!

You and Mark have a long story. You had been dating for five years when he decided to pop the question. And now, five years of marriage and two kids later, you’re still as in love as you were when you first met.

And if love is still in the air, the same thing can be said about passion. Mark is still as clingy as he was ten years ago. He will never help you cook (for the safety of the family, he washes and dries the dishes) but he will always make sure to tease you, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your neck while he whispers things to your ear, at times innocent, at times things that would make you want to have him right there and then. And you’d do it if only it weren’t for the little ones running around the house. 

He even dares to tease you when you’re outside, busy taking care of the garden. “You used to be braver when we were younger,” he pouts when you slap his hand away, looking around fearing the neighbours might see. “Exactly, we were younger.” 

“Oh, so the rumours are true,” Mark chuckles, “you can’t take me anymore?” 

“Oh, please, shut up, Lee,” you say, playfully kicking him with a swing of the hips. 

“You sure you can?” He teases, kissing your neck while his hands wander on your body, this time cupping your right boob with no impediment. 

Your breath falters as you try to keep your focus on the plants, and you hum in reply. 

“The neighbours are out,” he whispers, dibbling your neck after moving your hair to the side. “We can have a bit of fun.”

You let out a low moan, head rolling back while the hold on the watering can loosens. “Mark,” you whimper when his other hand reaches down, moving on your clit through the fabric of the long dress you’re wearing. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Minjun is drawing on the wall!” Minseo’s scream immediately makes Mark pull away and you drop the can from your hands, splashing it all on your clothes. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sigh exhausted, looking at your husband in disbelief. 

Mark chuckles, kissing you briefly. “Get changed, I’ll take care of the modern Pollock,” he says before running inside with your oldest daughter.  

You wish this wasn’t a constant, but it is. Every time you two have some moments alone, something happens. You don’t get mad, after all, Minjun is only two years old and wants to explore the world, especially now that he learned how to walk. But you miss those old days when he would spend most of the time sleeping or playing in the playpen. 

“Mommy!” It’s a Friday afternoon when you think you might finally have the opportunity for something to happen, after Minseo comes back from school with your husband with a big smile on her face. 

“Hi, honey. How was school?” 

“Great! A friend invited me to her place tonight. Can I go?” She asks, swinging her body side by side as she waits for your answer. 

“Of course, you can,” you reply, smiling back. “Come on, let’s go prepare the bag.” 

Getting Minjun to sleep is harder than usual, and you fear that night won’t go as you exactly planned. But you still succeed to make him fall asleep before Mark comes back from dropping Minseo, and have time to get ready. 

You forgot how it felt to slip into lingerie and admire yourself in the mirror, and you can’t wait for Mark to see it. 

“Fuck,” it’s the first thing Mark says when he sees you as soon as he enters the place. “You look — shit — you look perfect.” 

You giggle, finding endearing how his reaction is still as awkward as always. 

“Where’s — uhm — where’s the baby?” He asks, looking around. 

“The baby’s asleep,” you smile, walking toward him in your high heels, studying his face, and watching him gulp with each step closer. “We have all night to ourselves.” 

“If he doesn’t wake up,” Mark whispers, but his eyes are running on your body, stopping on your chest that’s pressed up by the bra and then moving down where the lace lingerie is basically see-through before falling on your legs. “I — I’m speechless.” 

“I forgot it takes nothing to impress you,” you chuckle before pulling him in for a heated kiss. 

“Nothing?” He asks through the kiss, struggling to catch his breath as you hurry to get him out of his clothes. “It’s you,” he says before lifting you up and walking upstairs. 

Once you’re in your bedroom, he lays you on the bed, swiftly getting out of his pants and underwear to be on top of you and kiss you again. You both needed this like air, and it’s clear in the way you are both so harsh and greedy with your hands and lips. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers when his fingers reach between your legs and he starts moving them in circles on your clit. You don’t reply, not like he needs your verbal confirmation, and not like you’d be able to give it to him anyway. You feel on fire, and so close already. Probably it’s because Mark is really good at this, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them right where it makes you tremble, and sucking your clit until he leaves you breathless, or probably because your body has been left starved for so long, too long. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, and you don’t care you come so easily. 

“Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, trailing up to kiss you while he keeps pumping his fingers to ride your orgasm. “Missed me much.” 

“So fucking much,” you mumble, pulling him down by his nape. “Need you inside me, Mark,” you whisper, but when he doesn’t obey, you feel your patience wear thin. “Now, Mark. I need you, now!” 

“Damn, alright, darling,” he giggles, pulling out of you before positioning between your legs. “Keep quiet if you want this to last.” 

“He won’t wake up, just fuck me alright.” 

Mark doesn’t say a word, just grabs the base of his dick to push into you slowly, whimpering as he sinks into you and your wet, warm pussy wraps around him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, voice shaky, “it’s been ages.” His hold on your hips tightening as he starts moving, rubbing on your soft skin. 

“Come here,” you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as he leans closer before doing the same with your legs on his waist. “Needed you so much,” you whisper, running your hand on his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft, bare skin. 

“Me too, honey,” he moans, throwing his head back as he starts picking up a rhythm. 

“More,” you cry out. “Please, Mark. Faster,” you plead, fingers running in his blonde hair, pulling at it until a louder, deeper moan rolls from his lips. 

He utters a curse before his hips start moving faster against you. “You feel so fucking good, shit,” he breathes out. “Won’t last long.” 

“Don’t,” you reply breathlessly, “fill me up, please.” 

Mark would love to make this last more, but he can’t resist you. The way your pussy is gripping him and dripping is making him go insane, not to mention how beautiful you look with your head thrown back, overwhelmed with pleasure while your parted lips let out the prettiest moans he has ever heard. He should remind you to keep it quieter, but he’s too lost in those sounds to care. 

“Mark, please,” you cry out, pushing him closer again. And in that messy, needy kiss, you both lose it, the orgasm hitting you hard, leaving you trapped in a panting mess. 

He stays on top of you for a while, leaving small kisses all over your face and whispering how lucky he is to have you, making your heart burst with joy. But when his arms don’t hold his body up anymore, he’s out of you, rolling to the side, with his arm resting on his forehead as he tries to take deep breaths again.

“Wait,” Mark says, watching you climb on top of him, “what are you doing?” 

You smile smugly. “Minjun didn’t wake up,” you say, grabbing his dick and aligning to your entrance, slowly sinking on it. “I told you we were going to have all night to ourselves.” 

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[jesterwriting]

Hello!! So excited to be mutuals!! I’m ngl I’m about to blog crawl your posts so if you see me in your fics 🌝 hehe no you don’t!!

I was hoping maybe you’d be interested in writing some Sanji comforting his partner after they’ve had a really bad day? 🥹💕 thank you so much for considering and I hope you have a lovely day!!

pairing: sanji x reader

contents: fluff, comfort, slight sensory distress, sanji gets flustered easily

word count: 1.1k words

note: HI OMG! so excited to be mutuals too <33 and to celebrate i hope you enjoy this little sanji morsel :3

playlist: sweet chamomile - ruth b

You’ve had bad days before, but this one took the cake.

First, you woke up late and your breakfast was cold. Not bad, could be worse, you could handle cold breakfast. Sure, your boyfriend would happily heat it up for you, but you didn’t want to bother him over something so trivial. You were an adult, you could handle a bit of congealed egg.

Then, you got rained on after you went into town to explore. It was sunny when you left, not a cloud in the sky, how were you supposed to know to bring an umbrella? In your hurry to get back to the ship, you tripped and fell right into a mud puddle, completely ruining your favorite outfit. All at once, everything was getting to be too much. No matter what you did, nothing seemed to go right. It was days like this that left you exhausted and crying into your pillow, desperate for some way to unleash the emotional maelstrom that had made its home inside of you.

Your mud encrusted shirt felt sticky against your skin and you fought the urge to shake. From rage or disgust, you weren’t sure, all you knew is you wanted to be clean. You hated the way the clumps of dirt weighed down your shirt against your shoulders, or the way the fabric clung to you uncomfortably. You loved this shirt, and now it was ruined. It would be hard to find a similar replacement, though you could always try to hand wash it yourself.

Yes. Right. You could always wash it. This wasn’t the end of the world. With a deep breath, you clenched your fists to ground yourself, and marched into your room to get a change of clothes. Once you were finally clean again, you hauled your dirty clothes into the laundry room. With a brush in one hand, your shirt in the other, you unleashed all of your rage at how the day had gone onto whatever flecks of dirt you could get your hands on.

“Take that!” You cackled, watching the soapy water turn brown. “Die by my hand you wretched stain.”

Too focused on your one-man war, you didn’t realize how much force you were putting into your motions until a loud ripping sound filled the small room, and you were left staring dumbly at what was now half of your shirt. Your favorite shirt. The one you’d had for years. Nothing in your wardrobe was both as comfy or as warm, and now, it was ruined. Forever.

You couldn’t help it. Fat tears plopped into the basin as your breathing hitched. You felt ridiculous crying over an article of clothing, but now that the waterworks began, you couldn’t stop them. Weeping, you threw the torn fabric into the basin and tried not to focus on how the water splashed onto your front, soaking yet another outfit. With your hands over your face, and your clothes stuck to your skin, you muffled your cries into your palms.

Hopefully no one would walk in on your little temper tantrum. That would make a horrible day only that much worse.

As if on cue, the door squeaked open and you were left frantically trying to wipe your cheeks dry. Before you could blink, Sanji was within your field of vision, concern drawing his curly eyebrows together. With your cheek cupped in his hand, his thumb drew gentle circles into your skin. The gesture was so comforting, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“Sweetheart, you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

Remembering what you’d been upset about, you gave an embarrassed jerk and tried to rub the redness from your eyes. “I’m just being stupid. It’s nothing.” When Sanji didn’t seem convinced, you gave him a watery smile. “Really, don’t worry so much, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“I’ll always worry when it comes to you, my love.” Instead of helping you to your feet, he sat down next to you, one leg outstretched, the other drawn up so he could rest his elbow on his knee. With his free arm, Sanji wrapped you into a side hug, tugging you closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. You hummed and stared at his blush. Even the smallest acts of affection could make your boyfriend flush bright red. It was cute. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“It’s stupid,” You muttered.

“It obviously isn’t if you’re this upset,” Sanji countered, his fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve. You could tell he wanted a cigarette but would rather not smoke with you in such a small space. The second hand smoke would fill the room in seconds.

With a sigh, you gestured to the muddy basin, the remnants of your shirt sunk to the bottom. “Today has sucked.” Sanji hummed and nodded. You took that as your cue to continue, “I got rained on, fell in the mud, ripped my favorite shirt, and my breakfast was cold because I got up so late.”

“Why didn’t you come find me? I would have reheated your breakfast for you, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not going to go bother you over something so trivial. I’m an adult, I can eat my cold food. It was just that… coupled with everything else.”

“Come here.” Without another word, Sanji wrapped you in a warm embrace, his chin settled on the top of your head. You buried your face into his shirt and inhaled his scent: cigarettes and spices. Gently, Sanji began running his hands through your hair, playing with a loose strand every so often. In his arms, it felt like every weight that made its home on your shoulders disappeared. You slumped into him, your own hands home between Sanji’s shoulder blades.

“I feel better, thank you.”

“I knew a hug would help you, my love.” Even with his voice rumbling against your ear, he sounded smug. You glanced up, noticing that he was blushing so deep, the redness disappeared underneath the collar of his dress shirt. When you snuggled into him, his flush only got darker. Smug indeed. You smirked to yourself, the heaviness in your heart replaced with a light, fluttery feeling.

“Can we stay like this for a little while longer,” You asked

“As long as you need,” Sanji replied.

The two of you remained, tied tightly together on the wet floor of the laundry room, for hours. It wasn’t until Luffy found the two of you, wondering when dinner was going to be ready, did Sanji untangle himself from you.

By then, you felt like the day wasn’t as bad as you thought.

[vodika-vibes]

would it be okay if i request something from the gentle care please? i was thinking "It's okay if you fall asleep." with shaak ti where the reader (gn please) is their padawan?

A Mother's Love

Summary: Master Shaak is the best Master you could have asked for. She’s so kind and so patient, and you want to be just like her when you grow up. But that’s still ages away.

Characters: Master Shaak Ti, Jedi Padawan! GN Reader

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: None

A/N: So, ngl, this almost ended up as an Order 66 fic, where Shaak is telling her padawan that it's okay to fall asleep after they were shot bt a clone, but that's a level of sadness I'm not prepared for today, so you get this instead.

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You’re fairly certain that the planet you’re on is nothing but forest. And you’d think it was pretty, if not for the fact that you’ve been sneezing almost nonstop since landing nearly an hour ago.

At this point your nose is running, your eyes are watering, and your throat hurts.

All in all, you are a very miserable Padawan.

Another violent sneeze nearly sends you toppling backward, and it’s only your Master’s gentle touch on your shoulder that keeps you on your feet. You blink up at her through watery eyes, and she smiles kindly at you as she crouches so she’s closer to your level.

Gentle, yet calloused, fingers wipe a tear off your cheek. “You’re not having a good time at all, are you?”

“‘M sorry, Master,” You say as you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your robe.

“Nonsense, we had no way to know that you were going to be so allergic to those flowers,” She pulls a handkerchief from inside her robe and uses it to wipe your eyes, “It’s hardly your fault.”

“But I’m slowing us down,”

“Oh, my little one,” Master Shaak draws you closer and smooths her hand down your head, lightly moving your tiny padawan braid back behind your ear, “This is not a life or death mission, we’re just here to collect some data from the researchers who live here.” Her smile is kind, “We don’t send 10-year-olds on dangerous missions,”

Oh. That makes sense.

Master Shaak scans your face for a moment, and you can feel her gentle force-touch wash through your body. Someday you’re going to learn how to do that too, but you can’t do it yet.

“Hm, the reaction is getting worse,” She murmurs, “Your eyes are starting to swell. I bet it’s getting hard to see, isn’t it?”

You sneeze three times into your sleeve, “Yes, Master,” You reply, miserably.

“How’s your breathing?”

“It’s fine.”

“Alright, you must let me know if that changes,”

“Yes, Master.”

Master Shaak scoops you into her arms, and continues walking, “We’ll be at the camp shortly, Padawan. I’m sure they’ll have something to help you.” 

True to her words, less than fifteen minutes later she steps into a camp.

It’s not like any camp you’ve ever seen before. You expected canvas tents, or maybe a mobile home that wealthy people own, but this looks more like a temporary village than anything else.

A series of violent sneezes draws attention toward you and your Master, and you utter a miserable apology as a researcher hurries over to the pair of you. 

The man, a twi’lek wearing a stark white lab coat, takes a long look at you and nods, “Your Padawan appears to be allergic to the native flora, Master Jedi. We should have sent warning.”

“A warning?” Master Shaak asks as she lowers you back to the ground and hands you another cloth to wipe your eyes with.

“We’ve determined that human-based species have a 75% chance of having an allergic reaction to the native plants.”

Master Shaak’s eyes narrow, “And when was this determined?”

The Researcher has the grace to look ashamed, “A month ago, Master Jedi.”

You feel your Master release her annoyance into the force, and she sets her hand on your head, “Well, there’s nothing to be done for it now,” She says, her voice a little colder, “Is there someplace where my Padawan and I can wash the pollen off?”

“Yes, of course!” He gestures to a white building near the edge of the camp, “The showers are there. And I’ll get a dose of allergy medicine for the child.” He pauses, “And a mask.”

He hurries off as quickly as he can and Master Shaak guides you to the showers. She claims two showers near the end of the line, allowing you to take the one furthest from the entrance.

“Make sure you take your braid out as well,” She reminds you before she steps into her shower, “I’ll rebraid it later tonight.”

“Yes, Master,”

You step into the stall and look around. It’s decently sized, with an area separate from the actual shower. A place for you to store your clothes, you figure. There’s also a clean towel sitting folded on the bench, and a basket with shampoo, conditioner, and body soap.

By the time you finish showering, rush a brush through your hair, and pull on the clothes that haven’t been covered in pollen, Master Shaak has already finished and is waiting for you in the hall.

Everything is still a little blurry since your eyes are still swollen, but the sneezing has finally stopped. Master Shaak’s hand brushes over the top of your head, “I have some allergy medicine for you,” She says lightly, “It’s a liquid, so you don’t have to swallow a pill. I know that’s hard for you.”

She hands you a small cup and you scrunch up your nose but take the dose of medicine. The taste is foul enough that you shudder and you hear your Master laugh softly.

“Everyone is waiting for us around the campfire,” She continues, once she’s sure that you took all of the medicine, “Seems that that’s how they like to share their research at the end of the day.”

“So we’re staying for longer?”

“I’m afraid so,” Her hand moves to the back of your head, and she guides you out of the shower and over to the campfire.

Gracefully, she folds herself so she’s kneeling on a thick blanket on the ground, while you, much less gracefully, drop next to her, trying to mimic how she’s sitting.

You don’t quite pull it off, but warmth and pride radiate from her down your training bond.

As the adults around you start talking, you feel your eyelids grow heavy. You guess that the allergy medicine wasn’t non-drowsy.

You try to fight the sleepiness as much as you can, but it doesn’t take long before Master Shaak’s hand is resting on the top of your head. “It’s okay if you fall asleep,” She reassures you in a soft voice.And, slowly, she guides you so that your head is resting on her lap. She gently rubs your back while pushing warmth and comfort through your training bond, and you quickly sink into slumber, secure in the knowledge that none will harm you so long as Master Shaak is standing watch.

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[itsyagurlchip]

Another ROTTMNT request!!

Platonic, funny hc about the 4 brothers reacting to younger sister reader who has a gloomy/angsty personality who acts like a tragic heroin but in reality everything in her life is completely okay.

She's just a bit dramatic like leo and dee xD

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･OUr Our YEA~☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

alt title; reader loves a style but does little research on it and uses pinterest as a ref

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings: cussing(!) cringe(!) stereotyped emos (!) crack(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ngl- i feel reader w/ this one 😭😭 Thank you so much for requesting <33 btw, this is not to make fun of actual emos, you guy's aesthetic is beautiful <3 instead, this is actually written from a 2 day experience by your's truly! There is absolutely no plot in this, so if you can't follow at all I don't blame you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh god she's blasting SleepToken again-"

kanabo; a japanese weapon similar to a spiked bat, used for offense.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!" You screamed as you slammed the door closed.

Raph stood there, stunned and confused.

"I don't get it...all Raph told her to do was to wash the dishes?" He sighed and walked away. Deeply, he was too tired for this shit and the headache he has was forming faster the more he thought about it. He needed a nap.

Meanwhile Leo and Donnie were snickering in the far corner, watching the whole ordeal go down.

"broooooo"

"That cannot be real-" Leo said, holding his gut trying not to shit on himself at the atrocity you just committed.

"Of- ha- of course it itz! I caught it on camera!" Donnie waved the evidence in the air.

The two burst into obnoxious laughter, echoing throughout the sewers.

So yea..you're a bit cringe. But who's stopping you?

You truly believed that this wasn't a phase.

And future you is looking down at you in tears.

YOU WERE ONLY ELEVEN- !

The group was fighting a tiger villian. Silly cat, he had guns. Tch, that was nothing for someone like you.

"I blast you into the abyss as dark as my soul" You said, raising your kanabo, swinging the weapon in a circular motion, aiming for your target.

"What the f-" And he got blasted. You hated how your weapon was pink...

It all started with the "pick me girl" trend.

You hated those people (despite them not even existing half the time).

So, you wanted to be different 😈

And thus, the color black was an immediate yes

Mikey, not really caring about the sudden change in his sibling's style, used you for his art inspiration! Even if you begged and begged for him to draw you with hair.

(he already sketched it, but won't tell you. he's not gonna let it go that far into your head💀)

"Turn- now pose, ohhhh! Lookin great Pink! Wooo, you got it girl!"

"The only thing I deserve to have is a dirt pit. To put myself in, not your praise."

"Oh- oh."

Looking through pinterest you found your first outfit inspo and fell in love.

While not actually having any problems, mentally or physically (from what you know), you felt like you fit into this category so well!

Your scales were black, check

You love eyeliner, check

Your siblings force you to do things that you didn't want to (chores) , check

You were all set.

All it took was a few hundred dollars from Donnie's bank and you were ready to show the world-

WHO YOU TRULY WERE 😈

"YOU'RE ALL AGAINST ME!"

"we are literally just asking you to go on this mission-"

"TO KILL ME OF COURSE! YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME"

"okay"

They just let you sort your feelings out, poor baby.

No one actually knew when it really started

But suddenly you started to ask April for her makeup and nail polish for the first time.

And April, bless her, did so each and every time.

"Of course honeybun!"

Worst part was, you never gave it back.

"Hey, have you boys seen my makeup bag? I can't find it no where."

The boys sighed, already sick of the shenanigans, and pointed towards your room where every light was off.

Walking inside, April came in to see a singular lamp shining, with you underneath it writing inside of a black notebook.

"Hey Pink! Watcha doin sweetheart?" April nervously said, "It's pretty dark in here-"

"Writing down the names of my enemies. They need to suffer the pain I go through everyday, not only the physical- but the mental."

April wasn't really sure what you were going on about, but she spotted her makeup bag and dipped.

-

Donnie walked into your room, music blasting at goddam 3 in the morning.

"ARe yoU inSane!?!?" Donnie yelled as Ely Ottto raged over his voice.

"THIS IS THE REAL ME DONNIE! DEAL WITH ME!!!" You flipped him off, head banging as you jump up and down on the mattress. The plushies that were sitting on the bed even had black marker scribbled all over them.

This was too much damn noise! And quite frankly, very much overstimulating for this time of night for anyone to experience.

"Oh hoh hoh- no I AM NOT MISSY! YOU WILL TURN THIS MUSIC DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

"YOUR NOT MY DAD BOZO!" Like a child (*cough cough*) you blew a raspberry at him and turned the music up louder.

Donnie was twitching in anger as he disabled your speaker with a tap of a few buttons.

"I HATE YOU" You yelled, stomping towards him and pushing him out. Slamming the door, you screamed into your pillow (as if that would muffle the sound.)

Dear supreme pizza in the sky-

Oddly enough your behavior would also vary between people.

For example, you wouldn't take shit from Donnie, even if he was trying to help you, you would even go as far to make fun of him for no reason.

You would talk about your woes and suffering with April and Mikey, even when they didn't understand it half the time because it was ever on subject???

You simply just ignored Raph when he told you to do something.

And Leo, pray for his soul, would play along. Or even worse, bully you *kindly*

Leo was walking you to the park, walking with a crip like those bloxburg characters when you don't take a bath. His head was facing the concrete, set in a mock scowl, mimicking your own.

You rolled your eyes and walked faster, flipping the wig you bought.

-

Good thing it lasted for another two days, or everyone (not including Leo) would've blown their tops.

Man- had to get the rest of that brainrot out. phew~

heres part 2 btw

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My silly little Request: headcannons of Smoker, Law, Crocodile, and Doflamingo (separate) reactions to finding out that their artist S/O had been secretly drawing each other having... intercourse together.

P.S. hope you’re having a good day/ night. I’m sorry if I worded that weirdly 🥲.

Thank u ! I think u worded it pretty nicely! Thank you for requesting,I hope you are having a good day/night yourself cuz m sure not ❤️‍🔥💀, I added kid hope u don't mind 🫶🥺 Doflamingo is my enemy but it doesn't mean I wouldn't hold his hand 🫶🙏🧎I love to hate him

Warnings: suggestive themes

Smoker,law,Corcodile, Doflamingo,Law,Eustass Kid reactions to finding erotic drawings of them drawn by Thier Artist s/o

Smoker

He Was always respecting of your sketchbooks , always ,you will never catch him snooping around your side of the room

But there's this time you made the mistake of Leaving your sketchbook in his office on his desk , leaving to bring him some coffee like the good partner you're

And he was giving his eyes a break from all the paperwork,he looked around the room finding himself alone and remembering you will be back soon,maybe he will take his lunch break and you could both eat lunch together- oh you left your sketchbook?

Sure you wouldn't mind if your lover looked at it right? You always share your art with him anyway and he Adore your art! He even have one of your painting hanged in his office and he can't help but be curious about what you're sketching,it might be your next painting for all what he know

Smoker open the sketchbook with a smile on his face that's quickly washed off the moment his eyes are met with a whole drawing of him and you in a rather.... something He is sure you both haven't done yet,he know he should stop looking but he is weak and he keep flipping through the pages with a hand covering his mouth "how many more pages there's of us fucking??" He asks himself as he flip through more,Smoke come out from his head as he flip to a rather deatiled page "god." He groan as he keep the sketchbook close to his face to pay attention to the fine deatils ,you drew his dick so well-

" I got you your coffee darlin-oh no" you enter with a smile that washes off quickly as you look at smoker looking at the sketchbook with a red face,that red face is now looking at you" I can explain" you tell him ,he put the sketchbook on the desk" go ahead "he tell you with a rather red face" I was horny and I like drawing us " you tell him with little no shame ,smoker facepalm his face "You're going to drive me crazy (y/n),You can't just draw these Things!" You put the coffee on his desk as you sit on the edge of his desk ,you point a finger at him

"If you want me to stop you will have to fuck me"

" (y/n)!"

Will scold you for drawing such a thing in a sketchbook where anyone can see it ,Yet you remind him ,no one really dares to, expect him

Will Be flustered about it and won't mention it again ever ever

Did take his favorite one and he keep it safe with him to look at when he have to be away from you

Will not admit that he find them very..neat ,Might even go so far to say He likes them alot

But you will not catch him saying that outloud , would rather be water borded over admitting that outloud because he feel like a pervert for liking these drawings that much

Secretly a pervert ngl

Crocodile

Secretly? Keeping A secret from this man? You know the moment you start acting suspicious with Keeping your sketchbooks off his sight, his ass is not vibing

It's always that one Green sketchbook, always with you,yet he never seen you showing him any drawing,you always hide it when he even glance it's way

His brain goes to the worst possiblity,you must be planning on betraying him,are you writing his vulnerable moments ?his secrets?

He goes to the room that he gifted you to be your Art room and he is so bitter,he did all this, worshipped you,gifted you stuff,he loved you god damn it! How dare you..!

You are not in the room, you're somewhere out ,he sent you shopping so he can search the room,he want to storm the room,yet he find the painting you're working on ,a painting of both of you together and he grit his teeth

He looks at the desk ,And behold it's that damn sketchbook!,he walk to it with furry , opening it with even more furry,he expect to see his routine written out,his secrets ,but anger goes down the drain the moment his eyes register what he is looking at

" what the hell? " he mumble as his cigar fall off his mouth from the shock,He is met with a rather very detailed HD 4K drawing of him and you going cowgirl reverse,His cheeks only slightly darken as he flip through the pages and see that There's nothing but straight up erotica art of both of you,some even look familiar to him ,other look so much different than what you both do "since when they are into begin tied down like this..." He mumble to himself as by now he is sitting by the desk flipping through the sketchbook like it's some casual Reading session for him

he seem to be more shameful of the fact he thought you were going to betray him than anything tbh

Will not let you know that he found out what you're drawing in that sketchbook,he is not going to mention it ,nope

He will keep it a secret that he knew , only because he doesn't want to explain how he found it ,he have too much pride to admit he was wrong

Will Fuck you against his desk cuz he never done that but your drawing really inspired him <3

Exactly 6 months and 12 days later ,he will tell you that he want to look at your sketchbook for new ideas for the bedroom without telling you how he figured it out ,you were horrified for sure ,top 5 jumpscare of your life

He Secretly want to have an erotic painting of both of you in his bedroom,will not admit it or tell you about that ,but he think about that often whenever he look at your other family friendly paintings

Doflamingo

He knew something fishy was going with you and that Pink sketchbook that you keep at arm length from him at all time but never pressed the matter since he is pretty sure it's nothing important to him or anything because you draw some weird shit sometimes and he expected it's that tbh

That's till one time he was going to grab it and you Deadass Grabbed it from HIS hand and told him he can't look at it ,HIM you told HIM he can't do something? Like that made him Petty af ,who tf you think you're to tell him not to do something?

You're his beloved partner,love of his life that's who

He won't press it any further in that moment,will act all understanding and sweet and he is such a perfect man fr kind of attitude<3

Then at 3 am as you're fast asleep ,he moves off the bed in silent,walking to the desk where you keep your sketchbooks hidden,he isn't so quite as he grab the forbidden sketchbook and open it ,he is smug at how easy it was to find it really!

But that smug face is slowly replaced by a rather slightly frustrated face as he see what's inside the sketchbook

He take his glasses off as to make sure what he is seeing is actually what he is seeing " .....huh" he mumble out as he stare at the very naked drawing of himself and you ,it look lewd ,it look so... interesting? "Eh who knew you were into drawing these things ?" He ask lowly as he looks back at your sleeping form" I knew you were a Prevert but this a whole new level " he mumble to himself as he talks about you,he flip through the pages and admire the very neat drawings of him fucking you,he isn't sure if it's quite accurate,he think he is bigger than that for sure

" hey (y/n) " Doflamingo poke your cheek as you sleep,you slowly open your eyes to look at him "what's it love?" You ask as you look at him holding your sketchbook ,oh no, Doflamingo point at the lewd drawing of you sitting on his lap with his dixk out full view "it doesn't look as accurate here,I think you should fix it" he tells you, oh no you think as you hear him criticize your art this early in the morning

Yes this mf will criticize you for drawing his dick wrong ,no cap , He is very picky and prideful and he will not stand at this slander

Tbh knowing this had inflated his ego 100% ,he will not stop teasing you about it till the end of time

Will 100% ask if you want to get a painting of both of you nude together, to hang it in your bedroom

Will keep that sketchbook for himself,You will have to start a new one and keep it a secret cuz he want to start a collection of your art of both of you

Will request you to draw a story of both of you with his kinks involved ,Please he will let you wear his feathers coat 🥺

As a whole he is a menace to society and dating him taught you to never be caught slacking fr

Law

He didn't mean to find it ,He really didn't mean to ,you just have similar notebooks and sketchbooks and this mixed up was meant to happen someday

It was just very unfortunate it happened after you both were separated as law went to join the strawhats and you stayed behind with the crew

Law of course took his important notebooks and without realizing took your small sketchbook that you usually keep away from everyone

Law never questioned it , you're a Artist and you have the freedom to draw whatever you want Truly

But he probably didn't think it was This kind of things

Law was sitting in the room that the strawhats gave him,he was writing down in his journal without much mind till he wanted to use a reference out of his medical sketchbook,he grab a sketchbook that look way too familiar,he realize he mixed up his sketchbook with yours and sighs "I should have checked before taking them... hopefully (y/n) doesn't need to use this for now" He mumble to himself ,for a moment he was going to put it back before he tell himself,hey why not look at the drawings! He misses you after all and your art always cheered him up ,and begin with the strawhats really making him more grumpy by the second

" oh-yeah that's-is that me? " He blur out as he stares at the drawing of law and you kissing with what seem a collar around your neck and you're riding him-"yeah no" his face darken as he close the sketchbook ,he look around as there could be someone watching him look at this " (y/n)... you're....god I don't even know what I will do to you when I get my hands on you" he mumble to himself as he reopen the sketchbook with little shame "I do miss you..." He mumble to himself,you sure won't mind..if he used this for personal reasons..."YO LAW WANT TO JOIN US IN DINNER?" Luffy voice break into the room causing law to close the sketchbook fast " Learn to knock damn it!" He yells at Luffy who is 100% unbothered ,sighs he ain't gonna ever be able to look at it throughly here

He is secretly a Prevert in my humble opinion so he did find this very informative and enjoyable to look through in his lonely nights till you guys could meet again

He Did hand it to you when you both met again with a little grin ,you understood before he said anything, Goodbye your dignity-" let's get to my room,I want to give you more inspiration beloved" he whispers to your ear ,you nod at him with a red face , You are winning fr

He do come around to ask you to draw something specific actually,he will commission you if he have to ,he just think your art style is very neat and he like an ego boost cuz you draw him so well

Do not show him your newer work ,he will get all horny about it as he criticize you,will make you sit in his lap and go through the new sketchbook together while his hand run up and down your thigh

He a lil Prevert but you love him so it's okay

Kid

He did mean to find it ,He was trying to find it , Because he was 100% sure you are drawing something that you didn't want him to see

since he know Killer found your sketchbook that you Lost and He haven't been the same ever since ,he won't tell him what did he see in that sketchbook and killer been very frustrated whenever kid ask him about it

And he personally took this as a challenge to find what it is ,since you won't tell him,You won't show him and He is so pissed off ,like he is your captain! Just show him god damn it! He want to see what's the big deal behind that sketchbook

It was an eventful night ,he was awake past midnight working in his workshop when he decided it's time to go to sleep ,he get the bedroom he share with you with a tired look,he looks around the room out the habit and BOOM ,his eyes are locked with a Black sketchbook that HE is sure it's the one you're hiding from him,it's on the desk ,you must have forgotten about it

He walks to it with a a wide grin like he won the lottery,he open it prepared to the worst hideous sketches of himself perhaps but he is slightly caught off guard of a drawing of him between your legs looking WAY too realistic

" .........Eeh y-yeah" he let a rather frustrated small noise as he flip through the sketchbook and he is met with some of the most graphic HD 4K art of himself and you doing everything possible, There's things you've never actually done together (yet) and he doesn't even notice the growing heat on his face as he sit on the desk and look through the pages,he can't believe you would do something-actually he can believe it

you were always a bit too creative in your art,it sure won't stop to this,he can't believe that he didn't figured out it was just sex drawings! Heh killer must been frustrated from seeing them since they look so realistic,he think that's the reason as he flip the last few pages and his jaw at the floor as he see something that definitely didn't happen (yet) a few pages of killer and Kid going absolutely ham on you ,Kid closes the sketchbook with a groan,now he is confused,proud, turned on ,Have few new point of view of killer,and it's all your fault "Hey pipesqueak! Wake up,I need you to ride me-"

He didn't actually bring up the fact that he saw what's in the sketchbook to you ,but He did keep it in his mind like good soup

He will now preform even more seductively in bed in hope you draw him looking badass and all that ngl ,he will start snooping around your sketchbooks after every wild sexual interaction with you to see if you were inspired by it or not

Will hint that he know about it but won't outright tell you,it give you anxiety everytime he hint at it ,till you end up confessing about it ,He pretend like he don't care ,It's only because he already seen them all secretly

One night on your birthday you walk into your bedroom with killer and Kid sitting on the bed and kid holding the sketchbook with that one page open

" I was hoping we make this drawing a reality" kid tell you with a smirk "how about you show killer how good you're babe?" Killer is wearing a mask but he is clearly into this as he pat his lap for you to come and sit on it

Let's say the reality was better than the drawing for this one for sure

And this how you three all started dating after years of sexual tension between the two of you and killer

[ofrolysdogs]

i hate you!

another feitan smut???? yay! this one is kind of an enemies to lovers with a special order of hatefucking, because who doesn't love it when two people who hate each other from infinity and beyond are secretly fucking without anyone's knowledge?

this contains; afab reader, hatefucking (main ingredient), deepthroating, public sex, backshots, violence??, you both almost get caught, spelling errors probably because I don't proofread ngl

words: 2.1k

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

you never liked feitan.

it was clear as a sunny afternoon during summer to the rest of the troupe and you and feitan had a rivalry that leaned into the enemy zone, from the small disagreements to the full blown screaming matches, he considered you annoying while you considered him insufferable.

but what the troupe doesn't know, is that the two of you have the roughest, nastiest, kinkiest, hate sex anyone could ever imagine, this started a few years ago, 5 months into being a spider, after a failed mission, feitan had blamed you for the failure while in return you said he got in your way of trying to kill off an enemy, you both were at the height of ripping each other's heads off until he pinned you on the floor and ravished your cunt from behind as he held your head down on the cold hard floor,, he told you it was to teach you a lesson, while it didn't necessarily work, god did that feel good.

every now and again your head would replay the scene where he would bite at your neck, drawing small amounts of blood, as he penetrated his long, girthy cock deep inside, stimulating your walls and abusing your cervix, while sometimes whispering how much of a nasty slut you are for allowing the man you claim you hate so much to dominate you, he grew great pride in how he practically humiliated you, and he knows how good he fucked you too, because you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, whenever you know you're in complete privacy, you masturbate to the thought, how he made you practically scream his name, how sorry you were for getting so out of line with him and how you'll never argue with him again, I mean yeah it completely bruised your ego, but god, it felt so hot for some reason... it took you a bit to realize you had a humiliation kink.

but anyways, ever since then, every now and again the two of you would go to private places on missions and secretly slut each other out, he'd call you all kinds of sluts, whores, bitches and all, and you loved every last moment, from the slaps on your pussy, to the end where you cum so hard your eyes roll back to the void.

you also enjoyed taking his cock down your throat, he'd call it a type of "cleansing" as he would wash your little potty mouth if he saw you getting a little too mouthy, so, he puts you in your place, like the good girl you are.

well, enough rambling, let's get into the present, shall we?

today's heist was going to be taking place in a monarchy country, the item of choice was going to be one of the rarest, most beautiful gemstones in the world, so beautiful rumor says people cry tears of joy looking at it for the first time because it reminds them of something nostalgic, honesty, you wanted the damn thing for yourself, maybe make it into a necklace or something?

as of late the troupe stayed in a luxurious hotel that's nearby the royal family's estate, from what you seen, the building was heavily guarded, but that's not a problem, 9 times out of ten they most likely aren't even nen users, so killing all of them would be a piece of cake, right now was nighttime so it was essential to get rest...

..................

"it's all your fault, (Y/N), we didn't get the treasure because you weren't fast enough to catch him."

the words that seeped from his mouth made your fists clench, you swiftly punched the wall nearby, though it made no hole, eyes landing on his small frame covered by his all black outfit, glaring daggers at the man who stood beside a large tree, though dark, you could still make out his features.

the mission ended in failure and another group of bandits managed to take the gemstone after a battle between the two, and damn were they strong.

"listen, if you're trying to get me riled up, now is not the time, you god damn midget."

feitan's brows drew forward, you can tell, he was glaring at you now. "watch your mouth, you know better than to speak to me like that."

you felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that, anger was clouding your thought though it still had room for arousal, you knew exactly what he meant when he said that, if the two of you kept this up, it could end in another hate fuck session.

"you were very close to getting him."

"YOU GOT IN MY GOD DAMN WAY!! JUST LIKE LAST TIME!! LEARN TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY!"

with quickness, your neck was now tightly held, so much so that you couldn't even breathe even just a little, his eyes, staring angrily into yours forcing you to look at him, almost growing hypnotized by his gaze....

"say another word, bitch."

letting out small whimpers, you could see that now, he showed genuine anger, not the anger clouded by the need to fuck you to oblivion, but the type where he would want to take your head off.

his grasp loosened until he released you completely, you took in the air as if you had just found out about it, you fall to the floor, legs completely giving up on you.

you couldn't even look up at him, you felt him stare down at your weakened form, hearing a small chuckle with it.

"(Y/N)....I would like you much better if you weren't so annoying.."

"and I would like you better if you weren't so damn insufferable..." you looked at him with half lidded eyes, hands in his pockets, a neutral expression.

"insufferable, hmm..?" he turns his back and walks a few steps away from you until he stops abruptly, his head turned back to look at you again, now sitting with your back against a tree behind you. "... if I really was truly insufferable... you wouldn't be screaming my name as I penetrate you..."

those words, you turn your head in embarrassment, a beat was forming between your legs, growing more and more so.

"...and if I really was truly annoying... you wouldn't be fucking me..."

feitan let out a huff and walked over to you, his crotch was close to your face just a tiny bit, but hidden away in his cloak was a growing erection.

as he stared down at you, trying to hide away the fact that it's all a front to get him to pound you, he imagined how you'd take his cock deep inside your throat, letting out muffled gags every now and then and those cute moans of yours, it's almost as if his hands came up with an answer for him, reaching for his pants to let himself out.

the tip of his cock touched the tip of your nose, you wasted no time grazing your tongue across, tasting his murky pre-cum, before taking him in whole.

feitan threw his head back, his eye closed, and his hand resting firmly on the back of your head lightly pushing you down further, it's been so long since the two of you got some action on, mainly because it's been months since the troupe got together again.

his cock was hitting the back of your throat making you gag a bit, choking, you pulled back, gasping in air as your hand jerks him off at a fast pace, your other hands fondled with his balls.

lifting his dick up, your tongue made contact with the base close to his balls, before taking them into your mouth, you had to be careful not to let your mouth close too tightly, your arm grew tired from all the jerking you were doing to him.

after a short while you take his balls out of your mouth and went back to deepthroating him, when his cock reached a certain part in your mouth he thrusted into you, catching you off guard and making you gag.

he was now face fucking you, holding both sides of your head firmly as he used your throat as his personal fleshlight, it was long enough for you to be able to tell that he was close to his climax especially by how fast he was going.

and after some time he finally came, he quickly pulled out his cock to spray his semen all over your face, leaving your tongue out, but he didn't care about that, he purposely reached for your hair.

you quickly came to realize that his cum was in your hair, you touched the front strands to feel liquid.

from the look in his eye he tried not to let out some type of laugh, seems as if he wanted to keep up the tension.

"why would you get cum in my hair?"

"why not?"

you rolled your eyes, before standing up to take off your bottoms and undergarments. "anyway, which position?"

"doggy."

you turned your back on him to get on your knees, looking at the ground to see that... it isn't that dirty, right? you stuck your ass in the air, leaving your moistened pussy out for him to see.

without a warning you felt his cock touch your entrance before sliding himself in, both of his hands rested on your sides, when the tip reached your cervix you let out a soft moan.

the softness didn't last long though, he started to pound himself into you at a rough and fast pace, making you let out a series of moans and yelps.

your ass bounced on his, as he thrusted himself into you, the sounds of skin to skin contact and your moans could be heard through the woods, as if you didn't care who caught you.

"oh my...... fucking god.... shit, your dick is so big...." you moaned out with each of his thrusts, before he tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling it back and using it as a makeshift leash as he lands a hard slap to your ass.

it hasn't even been a few minutes and you can already feel something coiling in you, as if you were already at the finish line.

until footsteps could be heard..

"(Y/N)? Feitan? where are you too?"

you could hear shizuku's voice in the distance.

"the boss told me and Shal to come look for you two, it's been almost half an hour!"

"shit..." you heard feitan say to himself before he quickly pulled out of you and adjusting himself, you got up as well and put on your underwear then your bottoms until you realize you still had cum on your face and hair..

"damnit, how am I gonna get this off?" you used the bottom of your shirt to wipe off the substance, all feitan really did was watch as you rubbed the semen he planted off of you, now it looked as if the two of you weren't fucking just now.

now shizuku was here, she was alone despite saying she brung shalnark with her, they must've split up..

"oh, there you two are, what have you been doing all this time?"

"out." you replied, pretending as if you were moaning like hell.

after that whole exchange, the troupe eventually formed again.

you all planned that within the next.... how many more months or years it'll take for the boss to call everyone back in, to steal something else.

everyone was gathering their things to head their separate ways, you walked out of the hotel building in order to take the train back to your home city, but you didn't notice that you had someone coming with you.

"you looked nice with my cum on your face."

you turned your head to see a certain short-ass standing unreasonably close to you, he looked up, now seeing his full face as he gave you a small smirk.

"oh shut up, you should've saw what you looked like when I had your dick down my throat, imagine if someone of the troupe saw you, they'd tease you for days."

your eyes landed on a man who stood from the opposite side of you, his eyes widened before he awkwardly walks away.

"you idiot, you should've kept your mouth shut."

"yeah like you didn't start it.."

but all in all, the two of you had some type of affinity for each other, maybe one day, everything would be better in the future.

[obeymematches]

So I'm not sure if this one counts as a HC, but I was wondering what self-care tips you think the Obey Me! characters would have! Maybe it's a poor prompt so feel free to skip this one, haha. :'D Alternatively, maybe what they would do to cheer up an MC who had a bad day? As a general reminder you are incredibly awesome and your writing is amazing and I always love seeing when you've posted something new!! <3 If you want any character drawings lemme know!

hello bestie if you are reading this, don't stop🩷🩷🩷

it's been years (litetally 😅 you sent me this ask in 2021, sorry for not replying sooner 😅) but i been in the mood lately to write some more again :D ((i'm so rusty though))

i absolutely loved your idea + ngl i've been re-reading your message a lot, makes me feel so nostalgic 😅🩷 I hope life's been treating you well eversince <3 hit me up if you wanna catch up 😃

Okay so first I do the self-care stuff and later i'll do the other prompt 😁

Self-care routine / tips of The Boys!

Lucifer: • His way of self-care is listening to soft piano music in the evening, next to a fireplace. He is glad to invite you! • I feel like he also cares about what he eats, trying to keep it as healthy as can be. I feel like he loves to treat himself with some good quality fish? • Appearance-wise I think he doesn’t really care as much as he wishes he could, he keeps his hair and nails nice and clean but that’s like… very basic hygene stuff.

Mammon: • His self care routine includes ordering packages at 1.24AM. • Just the excitemenet of new stuff arriving soon puts him in a better mood! • He also cares about appearance as his side job is being a model. He is not afraid to use more expensive lotions, shampoo, etc. It has to be expensive but doesn't have to be quality if you get what I mean. • Him and Asmo brush their teeth most often (up to 2 times a day) • I’m 100% sure he would love the feeling of driving aimlessly at night with his favourite music on!

Leviathan: • I feel like he is the one who needs advice on this topic. • Yes he orders stuff sometimes but he is conscious about it, it was a well thought-out decision he made. Him deserving it wasn’t really the intention. • I think sometimes he takes a long bath, by long I mean about 2 hours, and that’s pretty much it for a month.

Satan: • He learned the most from Asmo; he is very well avare of how many lotions, masks, oils, creams there are and he tried a lot of them. • His favourite are hand creams, which he uses every day. • Sometimes he puts on a face mask with Asmo but to be fair it happens like 4 times a year so it doesn’t actually do much to him. • Otherwise I think he also enjoys a rocking chair on the porch, perhaps in the garden (not where all the bugs are though!) with an enjoyable book and some non-sparkling beverage.

Asmodeus: • His list is basically endless, so just a list of some he does every day / often: • Has to wash his hair 3 times a week, uses shampoo, balm, oil and is very strict about how to dry it. • Has a lotion specific to each part of his body, except his face because you can’t have enough variety of face-serums. • Takes long baths but careful! Too long is just as bad as too short!! • Likes to sunbathe in moderation on Dia’s beach • Having his daily beauty sleep no matter what • Goes shopping on the regular

Beelzebub: • Best bet is him making his comfort food and offering you some • Works out a lot of course, a heathy body is a must! • I feel like he is also into reading personal growth books? Like how to be a better person, how to be more in-touch with you emotions, how to heal from this and that • His place of self-care also includes your embarace. Pls just cuddle with him. That’s enough of selfcare itself.

Belphie: • Ah…about self-care… • Well I guess some extra sleep counts as such? • Loves to chill under the stars, very quiet and very peaceful place to be at. It really does calm his mind • Honsetly I think he is even worse than Leviathan • Please make him brush his teeth and comb his hair • Can change a lot if you influence him though!

Diavolo:

His tips are so extravagant you can't really try them alone...

Like ah! Just go on a cruise! Have a wellness weekend by yourself! Try some rare dishes!

Thank you bby i appreciate

He does take care of his skin and body and also his mental state through working out, quality lotions and self-help books, articles.

Barbatos:

Definitely bakes when feeling like he needs self-care right now!

He is more of a spa kind of guy, though obviosly he rarely gets the chance to enjoy such things.

Honestly he functions on the bare minimum, pls help him

Simeon:

Also well-read regarding self-conscious stuff so if you need advice on it please reach out to him! As a teacher he is going to be able to explain it easily.

Not much into appearance somehow?? Like yeeeah nail, hair, teeth always nice and neat but doesn't go the extra mile.

He'd be into coloring books to help him be in a relaxed kind of state! Though that is something only Luke knows about.

Solomon:

This man is a mess regarding self-care to be frank.

I mean he usually does as he wants, that's not the issue here. He just doesn't really treat himself as priority?

Okay he does care about the basics but sometimes he skips a day or two. He genuinely forgets to brush teeth for example.

More into the spiritual kind of self-care, mental state, personality, you get it.

[bihansthot]

I’m probably not going to be around much today lovelies, as I mentioned earlier in the week it’s the 25th anniversary of my heart transplant and ngl it’s weird. I’m in a weird place today, I’m trying really hard not to be sad or upset or think about how traumatic that night was. I don’t remember a lot about the night but I remember the phone ringing late at night maybe just after midnight and I remember going into my parents bedroom, they didn’t have to come get me, and I said “it’s time”, I just knew it as soon as I heard the phone and they confirmed it and we relatively calmly got our stuff and drove to the hospital. I had no idea what I was getting into and had I known, I would have not reacted as calmly as I did. I remember they had to draw blood before the procedure to use during the operation, I remember it taking over 25 attempts to get all the blood they needed and I was sobbing, I was in so much pain and I absolutely hated getting my blood drawn as a kid and while 14 isn’t exactly a little kid anymore it’s certainly not an adult either. I still remember the nurse who was there with us, she had a very distinct, raspy voice despite being quite young and to this day people with that type of voice bring back this very unpleasant memory. I don’t remember anything after the blood draw, they give you medication to help you forget traumatic operations and it doesn’t get much more traumatic than a heart transplant. I don’t really remember much of recovery either, I do remember how painful it was when they made me walk though. I wanted to go home and they said I had to walk to the end of the hall to go home and if I couldn’t do it they would keep me at the hospital another day. You better believe I dragged all my various IVs and monitors down that hallway in an instant. My incision was bleeding afterwards and I felt like I was going to collapse but I held that shit together like the stubborn ass I am and gave them a smile and told them it was nothing and I was ready to go. Shockingly they didn’t notice the bloody incision or my clear exhaustion and I was allowed to go home after only 7 days which at the time was a record. The weeks and months that followed were absolute agony, a heart transplant is a ridiculously painful procedure the only time I’ve ever been in more physical pain is when I threw up from my painkillers after having my tricuspid valve replaced 10 years ago. It was awful, I couldn’t even wash myself, I had to have my mother give me a bath like I was a five year old and that was humiliating but I couldn’t do anything about it, it was just too painful to move my arms to wash myself when my whole sternum had been ripped open and was now held together by twist ties and super glue. Then there was the near constant pain from the weekly biopsies to check for rejection, they basically jam a catheter into your neck and then rip little chunks of your heart out to check to make sure your body isn’t rejecting the organ. On top of all that I gained so much weight from the medications and steroids I was on and my mother was an absolute monster about it. We had a very bad very toxic relationship during this time, she ridiculed me constantly but I depended on her for so much that I couldn’t do anything about it. I was so miserable and wanted nothing more than to die. I don’t want to get to into it though but it was really hard so trying to think positively about today is really difficult but on the positive side of things I’m still here. I made it through all that hardship, all that struggle, all that physical and mental anguish. I survived. For 25 years I have survived and while everyday hasn’t been easy, I didn’t give up. I guess I deserve to celebrate that at least even if I don’t like dwelling on all the misery I’ve endured. So, happy anniversary me, you’ve done the best you could and deserve a nice celebration. I know a lot of you lovelies aren’t going to read this but if you do, thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me outside of being a horny Bi-Han fangirl. 💙

[userpeggycarter]

your 'won't reblog' list is so funny imagine being a loser who hates fun that much. imagine being such a sad little butt baby you can't interact with anyone who likes things you don't. couldn't be me!

wow. i don't even know where to begin.

it's kinda hilarious that **I** am the sad little butt baby but you're the one having a meltdown in my inbox? being butthurt because a stranger has a "won't reblog" section in their about page????? do you have self awareness??? read that second to last sentence I just typed again. read it. HOW CAN YOU NOT GET IT???? 😱

second of all, the "won't reblog" section is a guideline for tagging me on posts. i don't reblog that stuff for a reason. it's not a DNI. in fact, I do interact with people who reblog and make content about (some of) that stuff listed in my blog because the morals of media consumption are complicated and very personal. some things i draw a very hard line on, some i don't. let me explain each of those "forbidden media" in my blog for you in basic terms like I'm talking to a child (because i am):

Wizarding World: JK Rowling is a TERF, an antisemite and a racist. i thought this one was self-explanatory. it's 2023 ffs

MCU!Maximoffs are white-washed, anti-romani and very antisemitic. google that stuff if you don't know. next question. (i did reblog a MCU Wanda gifset recently btw, but a mutual tagged me on it and i felt awkward ignoring it, but when that happens i tag those posts with #mcu wanda because some people blacklist that tag and for good reason. also it's a subtle way to say I'm not okay with her. i wish these awkward situations didn't happen but they do and i like to support creators, despite your allegations that i don't.

starker is a p*do ship. thorki is inc*st. duh

ngl reylo is not necessarily problematic i just think it's lame lol maybe it shouldn't be on the list because all of that other stuff has serious problems (IN MY OPINION!)

red/orange/color-washed content is racist if done with POC (and it's even a bad look if you're dealing with white people, to a lesser extent ofc)

i don't need to explain johnny depp do i? christ

henry cavill dated a teenager. google it

the last of us's creator is anti palestine and pro genocide.

elizabeth olsen said the G slur on air in the Graham Norton show AFTER he told her it was a slur!!!!!!!!!!! again google it.

gal gadot is also anti palestine. remember the IDF cunt post? iconic

taylor swift: same thing with reylo, i'm just not interested in her, even though she's not exactly a saint either... but honestly i put TS on the list mostly because most of the gifmaker community loves her and i was worried people would tag me on TS content and that would be an uncomfortable situation, because i don't like to ignore tagged posts but also i like to have boundaries/preferences, even though YOU deem them silly or stupid (like if that's your right to do so lmao alexa play toxic by britney spears)

i'm betting money it was the taylor swift thing that pissed you off lol maybe mcu wanda???? both?

stolen/reposted content is also self-explanatory right? or are you that stupid? considering the tantrum i think you are but hope springs eternal i guess...

LAST, but not least, i'm gonna end on a positive note because unlike you I'm not a cunt (derogatory). I'm gonna address your first message here:

listen, i get it. i get frustrated with notes too. the grass is always greener and there's always a bigger fish i guess. you envy me and i envy other creators bigger than me. but we shouldn't do that. first of all, it's not a competition. my "success" (it's tumblr at the end of the day... silly stuff!) is not a threat to you or anyone else. people can reblog my gifs and yours, they don't have to pick a creator. unfortunately, tumblr has been suffering from lack of interaction lately and it's just getting worse. all creators are complaining about it. creators of different sizes and different niches, btw. we complain in private and in public. and what tumblr does in return? text posts complaining about us complaining get 50k notes in a day. it's tough. we shouldn't be treated this way, even though no one is obliged to reblog stuff and we aren't owed notes. but it's natural and fair to feel sad about lack of recognition and complain about. tumblr's lack of engagement is going to kill the website, but that's a conversation to another day.

i want to end with this:

you need to create because you want to create. you need to create because you want to get better at your craft. recognition is good and it's natural to want and feel upset about the lack of it, but it shouldn't kill your creative spirit. social media has poisoned our brains. 50 notes might not sound a lot but imagine 50 people in real life complimenting you. you might be someone's favorite creator. you might be a niche creator who is carrying your community on your back and people in that niche are so grateful for you, even though they don't say that. because unfortunately, hate speaks louder than love. case in point, this hate mail. for every one of you out there, there must be 10 people who like my work. but i never hear from them and that sucks, but i must believe that they exist and be thankful for them. sometimes people will recognize my hard work and i'm very grateful for those moments. they do motivate me, but they aren't the only thing that motivates me. making posts i wanna reblog but won't exist until i make them motivates me. getting better at my craft motivates me. making friends because of my craft motivates me. knowing i'm entertaining people (even though they're very silent about their appreciation of my work) motivates me. tumblr is a social media platform and social media is made by its users. if anyone stopped posting, there wouldn't be anything to do here. my gifset might not change the trajectory of someone's day (sometimes it does!), but it's my drop of water alongside thousands of other drops of water from other users that make this ocean that we all swim in. don't give up. keep making gifs. you will get better at them. people will follow you. you will get more notes. might not be enough followers or enough notes in your opinion, but we shouldn't put a number on our value.

and let me tell you a secret: when your goal is numbers, you're never satisfied. believe me, i learned this lesson. i thought i would be happy with hundreds of followers. then i got hundreds of followers. suddenly they weren't enough, i wanted thousands of followers now. and then i got them. guess what? i still seek validation through numbers (google David Foster Wallace's This is Water btw). but it will never be enough because you are now and i was then looking at the wrong solution to the problem. i need to FEEL enough, not be told by numbers or people that I'm enough. I'm the one that decides that. and i am enough. I'm good, even. hell, I'm great. and in theory, so do you, but god that attitude... it ain't it. it will only cause you pain. and worse, it's causing you to try to cause pain in others. isn't that sad? isn't that shameful? i do say try because newsflash pussycat, it didn't work. i was baffled by your hate (thankfully i don't get a lot of hate around here!), but i wasn't hurt. because I'm not threatened by your perception of me. because it's superficial, childish, hateful, you name it. i know myself. i love myself. in the words of my beloved URL namesake, i know my value. do you know yours? it doesn't seem like you do. and that type of attitude only lessens your value, babe. this is not getting you anywhere in tumblr or worse, in life.

this would be the moment in which i would wish you the best, but you know what? fuck you. i hope you get no notes until eternity. but in case an innocent person is reading this and is also battling with their self-worth due to tumblr notes: i wish you the best. don't give up.

[dojae-huh]

I can't believe I found ur acc after about 3 whole years of searching that was long.. I read ur blog in like 2020/2021 I think and ever since, I've never come across someone with such a unique take on jaedo. I secretly enjoy ur blog ngl. I need to read the whole thing ^^

I liked how you mentioned that jaedo are already in a relationship and that was very different from my thoughts on them cuz to me jaehyun was still pinning on doyoung and it has always been a one sided or maybe even unrequited love..

But observing jaedo over the years till now, the theories are always endless. Like how I'm now sure doyoung knows very well jaehyun has feelings for him but he doesn't know how to reciprocate the feelings.

One day it's like dy can go well with jaehyun's little flirting remarks and banter then the next he's completely ignoring his entire presence??

To understand where dy stands will always be complicated but with jaehyun, how come he's so patient and so understanding to wait for all these years? Unless they're already dating, but that's a stretch. To me at least I can't see it like that.

If jaedo are currently going out, then I'd say it's very cruel to jaehyun cuz of what normally happens. It's been years, and doyoung only gives his attention to jh sometimes (oncam) while for jaehyun he'll break his neck for dy even at the slightest mention of his name.

One thing that helped me from ur blog was how u mentioned the thing about jaehyun's mother and how strict she was and the way he would want her to praise him by doing stuff like washing the dishes and stuff. It really put everything into perspective.

Jaehyun is braver than doyoung, that's for sure, but he's not brave enough to confess to dy. His teasing and small compliments are a way to get doyoungs attention to focus on him he hasn't done anything more. Same with how he washed the dishes, he'll do everything to make dy notice him but a confession hasn't happened yet I fear. (Even tho dy probably knows by know, and the entirety of ilichil)

I always ask myself this question who has the upper hand in jaedo (that's a bit toxic :*) but to me it's like who has a say in the relationship and how to move forward with it. My answer has always been dy but it recently changed.

The same way jh was the first one to catch feels (obvi) he'll be the same person to organise his thoughts and feelings if things don't work out with dy. I Wish him all the luck btw :( (dy is my ult jh is just a bias)

But if jaehyun suddenly pulls away from dy completely how will dy react? I feel like doyoung is not honest with his feelings, he might not like or even like jh but it's like he doesn't want to address it at all. (My opinion is purely based on observing them over the years)

I think the time for jaedo closure is a now or never thing. cuz with the military enlistment coming soon things might never go well for them.

Hi, welcome back.

Well, as much as it is interesting to read another person's point of view, to know how the same events are interpreted by a different mind, I can't agree to entertain your version. There are no endless possibilities. And it's not me being stubborn or narrow-minded or wishful-thinking, I simply considered all scenarios and scratched off those that are not supported by the facts from reality.

You say you observe JaeDo over the years, but it seems from your words you are too moved by the daily fluctuations. You look at the waves and not the sea bottom underneath. And you are talking about two grown up gay men like they are teenagers in Victorian era.

They are all fake on camera. Jaehyun, Doyoung, Haechan, Yuta with his Mark. It is not their life, it is their job. They have personas, images. Doyoung directly says his boyfriend pics for Insta is image, that they live the life of pretence, that he switches from Doyoung to Dongyoung. And yet, many still put too much importance on what happens before cameras. I mean, it definitely helps to draw the picture, but it's not their personal life.

Do a thought experiment. Ask yourself why would Jaehyun be still in love with Doyoung after all these years if all he ever knows is Doyoung being cruel to him? Is Jaehyun a masochist? Doyoung ignores him and Jaehyun instead of suffering sends him a megaton watt smile back his direction? When Doyoung really ignores Jaehyun, Jaehyun makes Doyoung's life hard (how it was in 2017). Jaehyun is not a patient guy, nor is he capable of yelding to others on things that matter to him.

JaeDo live in a homophobic society, but not in one where coming out means being thrown off the roof of a building. Dating a collegue or confessing, being rejected, and moving on is a much more usual and healthy way to pestering feelings over 10 years. They work 24/7 together, they can't afford endless pining or endless denial of feelings unless they are both internally homophobic (which they are not).

The common sense aside. JaeDo still pining after each other is simply not supported by what is observed in reality. For starters, there won't be any reason to pretend to dislike each other on public instead of being second TaeDo. As well as being censored by the company. They have to lie to the public because they are honest with themselves.

P.S. You watch too little content. Jaehyun said he is the type to confess right away. While Doyoung said he thinks if you love someone you should let the person know.

[divinequo]

I had the most horrendous horrifying nightmare this morning so I'm cursing you all with this information

(warning ahead of a disturbing recreation drawing of the worst part of the dream please be advised)

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The nightmare started with a lonnnnggg drive through the woods at midnight (it was 3:00 am) I was going on this camp out I guess with this college aged man named Kevin (he was a good Kevin not bad) he was tall with ginger hair and those winter southern jackets you see typical older brothers wear in cliche 2000s Disney movies, the trees though- they were like 300 or 200 feet tall and we're COMPLETELY smooth less, no texture in sight, they're also completely grey here, they looked like 3d models but placed in real life, anyway Kevin's car broke down and so we had to try and find shelter (why we didn't stay in the car idk) we found a bunch of trash and... Some.. Ahem... "Toys" along the road as well, including a lovely realistic toy of a certain part mounted on the front of a destroyed bike, anyway we found an old house that was WRECKED, I'm talking broken windows everywhere, busted washing machine on the front lawn, tons of rats and other parasites, it was disgusting but me and Kevin thought to go inside of there, (now to think of it he looked alot like ed Shereen but that's off topic) but when we opened the door w were shocked, it was completely spotless and tidy, like any normal middle class house in a suburban neighborhood, it was like doctor who or something the way we were bamboozled, just then we saw a family, a... Interesting family to say the least, the family had a father, mother, dog, baby boy, and a young sister and brother, the sister and brother were Ellen and Edgar from well.. Ellen and Edgar, the dad was like their actual guardian in the show/books, the mother was a stereotypical cartoons blonde mother and the baby was just wearing a normal blue onesie, the dog was brown and looked like a twelve year old drew it, I just also realized the whole family was cartoons one way or another but me and Kevin were completely irl, as well as the settings of this dream, here's the disturbing part though, THEY ALLLLLL HAD THE 90S ANIME FACES OF OFF SURFACE ANIMES, if you don't understand what I mean- this is what I mean⬇️

THEY ALL HAD A FACE EXACTLY LIKE THIS, EXECPT ALL THEIR EYES WERE PURPLE, (execpt the dog, he was actually just a normal cute dog ngl)

Idk why but against me and my friend Kevin's judgement we slept over at their house that night for protection, me and Kevin sleep on a poor old misty pull up couch together and try to rest (maybe mention it was platonic since he was like way older lol) but any then in the middle of the night (which now it was somehow like 12:00 pm?? Like the night just wouldn't end no matter what) I opened my eyes slowly but tiredly, and I saw the brother Edgar from Ellen and Edgar with his same as before huge anime eyes and monster like appearance, but now he was inhumanly huge, his arms of way longer and his fingers grew into lonnnnggg sharp claws, he grow massively and was towering over me, like up to the ceiling genuinely, but he was crouched over to watch me sleep, of course I am frozen with horror and have no idea what to do, it was so cold and it felt like time froze along with my flight or fight response, finally after what felt like 30 seconds he finally spoke up, instead of just having a pitchy high voice like before his became incredibly raspy and coarse, as if he hadn't drunk anything in years, his large doll eyes looked at me non blinking and he said-

"sleep tight firefly"

Needless to say I immediately woke up in a cold sweat and semi paralyzed from fear, even drawing this in the car I was in earlier today made my heart pound and made me unable to speak.

So how are y'all doing?

[caelcstis]

A, C, J, P, T & U (from the nsfw alphabet meme for Jupiter)

nsfw alphabet. // @r3dblccd

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

towards his partners, jupiter is actually very caring and gentle with them. he isn't the type to go entirely insane with sex, but he has his kinks, has his enjoyments that may dabble towards light bdsm - so he does make sure his partner is taken care of and spoiled afterwards if he's the one giving rather than receiving. he makes sure they have plenty of water, will draw a warm bath if they'd like with salts and aromas for them to relax in. if they're hungry afterwards he's got no problem making a quick snack or grabbing something from the convenience store down the street while they're resting up. if he's ever a little too rough, maybe some bruises in unsightly places, he'll kiss them, apologize and try to be gentler next time. rug burn because you couldn't make it to the bed? he's got creams and will help apply them. all in all, he will treat you like the royalty you are to him.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

ngl you make him cum from just fingering and he's entirely your little doll to fuck into absolute submission. there's just something about having an orgasm on someone's fingers, his partner licking up the aftermath of it, and he's dragging you with his legs to fuck him. in regards to his partners, he won't say no if you cum in his mouth from giving head, he'll suck you dry if he really gets into the play. he also just loves to tease with his tongue piercing. you can also cum on his stomach or chest, maybe his thighs. he doesn't mind if it gets messy because sex is messy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jupiter uses a lot of lube to masturbate due to the fact he uses more than just his fingers, and he also of course dabbles with anal play. he has a lot of toys of different shapes and sizes, always curious to just see what he can take or what he likes the most - hence why he uses so much. so afterwards there's probably some towels being thrown into the wash and he is taking a long shower - probably playing with himself again too bc it's hard for him to get down from that high sometimes.

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

jupiter isn't so rough where it needs to be written out that this is how he plays and you all need a safe word - but he does tend to prefer it to be deep, rough - but still so passionate that just losing him or his partner has them both begging to return inside, to not want to leave. he doesn't mind if his partner prefers it another way, he's more than willing to play along and spoil - and he loves making sure his partner is satisfied because sex just isn't fun if they aren't enjoying themselves.

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

yeah like i said above, he does own toys. vibrators from bullets to wands and even some digital ones where he or his partner can control the pattern and speed to their desires. dildos from small to large, sometimes the occasional out of the ordinary one that looks more creature-like than human. he has grinders for himself typically if he needs a quick off and doesn't want to get messy. he's got straps too due to not having his bottom surgery just yet so if his partner wants him to be giving, he'll definitely oblige. jupiter is very open towards these sort of plays and toys, he loves trying and testing new things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jupiter is definitely one of my brattier muses if it wasn't obvious. he loves to tease loves to pinch and bite but never give exactly what his partner wants unless they're whining and begging for him- demanding to be fucked stupid or for him to get in their lap and ride them dry. he also adores sending little photos or videos to his partner when they're in public - be it work or something as simple as going to get groceries. he wants to hear you beg, wants to hear you say please so breathlessly - wants to see just how wet or hard you are to the point you're going to break, but will still step on you just to hear a small cry.

[impossible-rat-babies]

mhm hngh I gotta design azem :/

[savvage-arts]

I miss these boys🥺

[sadrockandwaltzes]

I just thought this was really funny and wanted to write my own comments/opinions on the covers

Alright this one is by no means official and all rights reserved to the DeviantArtist, but come on XD

I couldn't Not include this!

(and ngl it's better than a lot of the actual covers)

This one looks kind of like a charter, or some 1700s drawing of the 'new world'. It's not... Bad, but the way the tree and sea embrace each other makes me think of an island/Greek love story/tragedy and not... New England? But thanks for making up numbers👍 Always apreciated

Ok this one's for the movie, technically, but let's talk about it. WHY DID THEY MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THE GIVING TREE

This one's fine, but it doesn't make me think Gene. He looks like if Finny and Brinker had a child. And it's so idyllic looking, I don't know. Pretty, but doesn't give me the vibes.

This one's my favorite. The blue of a summer day and also New England, The large unconquerable gap between the boy above and below (and how the one above looks like a ghost). The school that seems so far away from their separate world, and the banner that shows just how poetic the book is.

This... looks like a teen romance? Not sure what to make of it, but they definitely didn't read the book and probably made covers like this a dime a dozen for every book they had to print.

Again. Did not read the book, did not even ask what it's about. They heard 'A Separate Peace' and (rightfully, depending on who you ask) assumed that it was a love story, conjuring up images of a beautiful field/meadow. I think cover creators should be getting paid to read a short description, but what do I know.

Kind of looks like a journal, or a camera, or a washing machine. Mixed feelings. Or I guess it looks like a peep hole you find on apartment doors, which I guess makes sense cause we're getting a little peak on his last year of school/his friendship with Finny. It's personal, and we can't see the full picture, but when we look through the (key hole?) We can see an approximation of something.

This one just cracks me up. Stay ugly, ponyboy

...Ok, but when you look at their faces, it's kind of cool how the shadow on Gene's face faces us, like how he and therefore us view him badly, but the light is shining on Finny's where he faces us. Also, neither meets our gaze, but one avoids us by looking in a book, and the other is facing the world. I wouldn't want it to be my single edition, but I don't hate it actually.

DISRESPECTFUL!!!

I'm sorry, but forget the goofy spidermonkey pose he's making and the Dr. Seuss like layout. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

SPOILING IN THE WORST WAY

I hadn't actually thought of the green being army, but that's pretty smart. Realistically there was not a gaggle of trees surrounding him when he fell nor was he dressed, but if a book cover can't get dresscoded, it can get canceled. I know they made the right choice.

The Sandman??

Seriously though. Nothing about this says ASP.

Looks like Lord of the rings or something. Pass.

I don't mind this one, but it looks like it should be the 2004 movie cover. White for innocence, dark grey/black for Gene's gray morality/ him and the tree's secret twisted nature, red for blood,,

Very aesthetic. The boy carefully walks out onto the limb of life, not realizing the vibrations and waves he makes as he goes along. How he shakes the lives of those around him, and the splash he makes when he jumps. The path to sin being an unconscious journey of simply growing up. How the boy watches his feet to make sure he'll land alright, but not checking on anyone else. How he looks down on all of those below...

Yeah I'm just making all of this up. But it sure is fun to act like an English major

BAD #NOTMYSEPARATEPEACE

It just looks very 70s. Scifi, space, Dr. Who, I don't know. Not for me. Someone should make the cover with the T being a Tree and peace is jumping off of it. No? Just me? Alright😅

I like the idea behind it. It's a vintage photo, like how it's his memory. He sits alone, a lonely boy separated from the beautiful campus around him. He looks like he's being watched through a muddy window, again, memories being imperfect and dirtied by time. BUT. You can't see the boy very well! He's all blurry and it's a real shame. I feel like they were onto something big but it just didn't quite happen. I also would never know this was the book without the title, but that's besides the point.

I think the boy's kind of ugly, but I like the watercolor. AND THE FONT IS AMAZING. HAVE YOU SEEN FONT THIS BEAUTIFUL BEFORE

I WANT AN ASP BIBLE!!! WHAT IF IT HAS A DRAWING FOR EVERY CHAPTER? Just like a fairytale 😁

Does it look like A Separate Peace? No. But looks can be deceiving. And I might not be bouncing anyone off a limb anytime soon, but what about whacking them with this hefty volume?

...Jk obviously, but it has plenty of other uses too. And more importantly it looks nice.

Apparently this is a vintage ASP volume being sold on Etsy? It doesn't really look like it, but who knows. The more the merrier.

Another movie cover cause I was running out of book covers...😅

It makes them look like criminals.

It was also rated R so I was ready for full on fighting, blood, terror,.... And then I got half of a fluffy friendship and sudden comedically dramatic betrayal movie. It was all over the place

AHEM- Yes we're talking about covers, not movies. That was really all I had to say.

I like this cover, but it does look a little goofy. Gene looks like a toy soldier or an npc (among us??) And the body's just kinda chilling like hi? But the font is cool, it looks like it has ski marks through it.

And Now, last but not least, here's a wonderful edition by our own fellow Devonian, E. M. Nikolaev!

I'm not actually sure whether I should say E.M. or em-nikolaev, but it's a really cool cover, right! The background is floral, and your eyes kind of move around. I really like the gold lines that are kind of holding Finny up like a marionette (his destiny being in the hands of fate?) Or like golden wings (summer?) But mostly I think that green gold and black is a killer combination. This figure looks more like Finny than any of the other one's, just because of how dynamic a pose it is (and I guess for color symbolism, white for innocence or something I dunno🙄I swear a lot of this symbolism stuff is probably done on accident.) I'm not generally a fan of white and green, but it's fun, it's cool, and it's done by a fellow fan!!! None of this 'didn't even read the description' teen flick nonsense. Clear effort, very pleasing to look at, and home court advantage.

Anyway, that about wraps up all the covers! If anyone has any they've made, or ones I've missed, then send them to me and I'll update it😁 I like that we're the kind of community that actually would make one ourselves, and that this book has so many versions. You look at something like Harry Potter, and there's only one popular cover. It's just very unique, all the different takes.

Thank you for using the 1818 Frankenstein cover that version is superior

Ooh now I’m curious…folks, do you have a favorite cover edition of your favorite classics?