#the way i wanted to write the sex part too

[targaryen-dynasty]

THE GREATEST TEMPTATION.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x cam girl!Reader

"Keeping your boyfriend waiting for too long is always a dangerous game, and when he finally has enough, he deems it most fitting to give your audience a real show."

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; p in v, semi public sex?, rough sex, manhandling, size kink, possessive and jealous Aemond, kinda submissive reader

WORDS: 2.6 K

NOTES: This is an older story, and although I have edited it, I didn't want to change too much from my older writing. I‘ll now work on new stuff with Maegor, Aegon and Cregan. The movie „cam“ was my inspiration for this!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

“Come on, guys, stop it,” you say, your hands running over the curve of your hips. A short riding crop is clasped between the fingers of your right hand while the ones of your left hand pull the thin strap of your lace thong to let it snap back against your flesh, making a show for the audience as you squirm at the impact. “You know, if you don’t get to the cum show, I’m going to have to go off cam to do it without you, so…" 

You kneel on your bed, sitting on your haunches with the ring light and camera positioned so only the parts from your neck down are visible for your viewers. 

“And nobody wants that, right?” your words are accompanied by a feigned pout as you drag the tip of the riding crop from the valley between your breasts down to your navel, dragging it around it slowly. “But seriously, guys, I need it, so hurry up.”

It’s a ping! that alerts you of a received donation, and you clap your hands in excitement upon seeing the bright red $450 popping up on the screen. 

“Ah, RoguePrince81, thank you so, so much,” you hum with a smile. “Alright, ten spanks for you.”

You turn around and position yourself closer to the camera to give them the perfect view of your ass, but before you’re able to start to deliver ten spanks to it, your boyfriend barges into the room. 

Learning from past mistakes, the camera isn’t recording more than your bed, Aemond’s presence remaining unknown to the viewers. With your microphone not muted, you can’t do more than mouth a ‘five minutes’ to him still standing in the doorframe. 

The pout on his lips is barely there, already gotten used to the way his girlfriend earns her money, though he doesn’t necessarily approve of it. Sighing quietly, he closes the door behind him and sits down in the chair at your desk across from the bed. 

You barely watch him, focusing back on the audience. One slap after another is served to your ass, and you yet again make a show out of it by moaning, squirming and wiggling your ass. 

“My butt’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” you whine. After the tenth slap, you rub your asscheeks, sighing an ‘and one for good luck.’ With the eleventh slap, you throw the crop aside.

Five minutes turn into fifteen, and with all your attention on the audience, you don't notice the set jaw and furious gaze of your boyfriend, a blaze of jealousy flickering in his eye. At least not until he stands up to approach you. 

Being quick to mute the chat, you turn towards him, sitting on your haunches and looking up at him. A crease has formed between your brows, knowing that you have kept him waiting for too long. 

It’s a fruitless attempt to calm him as you rub the palms of your hands over his thighs, squeezing them just slightly in the way you know he enjoys. 

“I’m not here to waste my time watching you fuck around with other guys,” he remarks coldly. 

The coldness of his voice makes a shiver run down your spine, a contrast to the heat growing between your legs. As your eyes meet his ice-like gaze, you swallow hard. “I know,” you reply, continuing to brush your hands up and down his thighs. “But you know I need to make money, Aem.”

He scoffs at your response. “You can make money in other ways,” he replies, his hands capturing your wrists tight enough to indicate his disapproval. “You don’t need to show off your body for strangers.”

Your heart is racing now, and you feel a flutter in your chest at his words. But you can’t deny that his possessive side only makes you want him more. “But this way is easy,” you shrug, trying to keep your tone light. “It’s quick and pays well… plus, I enjoy it, you know that.”

Aemond’s nostrils flare ever so slightly at your words, his jaw setting firmly. In one fluid motion, he pulls you up on your feet. He’s tall and strong, and his presence looms over yours. “I do,” he says. “But you’re mine, and I don’t share.”

Running your hands over his chest, you take a step closer and press yourself against him, and he uses the proximity to rest a hand at the back of your neck. “And I’ll only ever be yours.” You start to play with the buttons of his shirt. “But this is just a job, Aem. It doesn’t mean anything.”

His expression betrays no emotion as he regards you, but his grip on your neck tightens. “If this doesn’t mean anything, then this won’t bother you at all,” he states, using his grip to force you towards your desk. He pushes you over it, and with you having relocated all your stuff to film the bed, there’s not much left on it that topples onto the ground. 

Your hands fly to the desk to steady yourself upon impact, a gasp leaving your lips. Your heart rate picks up, your blood thrumming with a mixture of arousal and a hint of fear. The sudden manhandling sends a thrill down your spine. “Aemond,” you breathe, your voice trembling slightly. 

His breath is hot against your ear as he leans down, chest pressing against your back while his arms cage you in. It’s clear he’s the power right now, and it’s making you feel all the more vulnerable under his control. “What?” he asks, his voice soft yet commanding. “Do you want me to stop?”

With your body reacting to his husky voice, your hips press back against his. “No,” you answer softly, looking over your shoulder at him with wide eyes. 

His lips curve into a smug smile. “Good, because I had no intentions of stopping anytime soon,” he replies. Prowling toward the dresser, he grabs the laptop. “This will be the best show they’ve ever seen.”

Several pings! echo off the device, the viewer’s comments filling the chat box with messages you’d die to read right now. Aemond has seen you set everything up plenty of times before, and he knows all too well where to put the laptop so that it doesn’t show anything else than the parts below your faces, and quickly unmutes the chat. 

His outburst is nothing new, he’s confessed his jealousy often enough, but it’s the first time he willingly participates in one of your streams. It’s clear it’s his way to mark his territory, to claim you in front of everyone to show who you belong to, and his possessiveness does little to diminish the fire in your body, the ache between your legs only becoming more prominent. 

His hard bulge presses against your ass as he approaches you again, shoving you against the sturdy desk with his hands gripping your hips. It catches you by surprise and you release a choked moan at it. 

Nimble fingers hook under the thin straps of your thong, pulling it back enough the snaps against your skin have you wincing for real. “You’re even wearing my favorite lingerie, hm?” he taunts, large hands roaming over your asscheeks. “All this for some horny bastards and their dirty money?”

You shiver at his touch and the dominance in his deep voice, too zoned out to give him an answer. His impatience runs thin with how quickly he serves a slap to your ass, palm landing exactly where you have hit yourself before. The pain is sharper, stinging, and causing tears to brim in your eyes. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Gods, well…” you whimper. “I… I have to make my viewers happy.”

“Is that the only thing you care about?” he challenges. “Making them happy? What about making your boyfriend happy, mh?”

Licking your lips, you look at him from over your shoulder again. “You know you’re the only one I care about,” you breathe out. “Only you.”

Aemond’s hand smooths down your back, his touch gentle but firm. “Do they know you belong to me?” he asks, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. “Nah, fuck this, go on and tell them now.”

“They… they know I have a boyfriend,” you admit. 

But it’s a sharp slap served to your ass that makes your head snap towards the laptop quickly, taking in a shaky breath before you address whoever’s behind the screen. You merely know them by their usernames, RoguePrince81, MrSunfyre, thereal_heir and so on. “I… I belong to my boyfriend,” you say, your voice clear yet laced with a tremble that betrays your submission to him. “And only him.”

Aemond’s hand runs over your asscheek in response, soothing the stinging pain. “That’s right,” he purrs, the possessive tone evident in his voice. “You’re mine, and I don’t like sharing.”

“All yours,” you whisper, though there doesn’t come a reply from him. You merely hear shuffling coming from behind you, and judging by the haste of the sounds, it’s clear he’s desperate and impatient. Aemond enjoys teasing, and maybe even punishing you, but there always comes the point where he can’t take it anymore himself. 

It’s the elongated groan of him that has you pushing your hips back, growing just as impatient and desperate, and it’s the cue for him to tug the lace of your thong aside, easing two of his fingers inside of you. You moan wantonly at that, yet the stimulation doesn’t last long enough for you to truly enjoy it, fingers withdrawing almost immediately after the intrusion. 

With his fingers coated in your arousal, he smears it over the tip of his cock and therefore mixes it with the few beads of precum. His hand glides up and down his cock with ease, before he eventually aligns the tip with your entrance. Sheathing himself inside of you slowly, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein of him, you quickly rise on your tiptoes to adapt to his height and make accommodating his size easier, although you’re all but used to it by now. 

A renewed wave of your arousal drips down your thighs at his intrusion, allowing him to slide into you with little to no resistance. As you both moan in unison, yours is slightly muffled by your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, reveling in the slight burn that accompanies the pleasure. 

Aemond seizes a fistful of your hair, pulling you back as his hips thrust into you harshly once as a clear warning. Brushing your sweet spot so expertly, you arch your back like a cat, pushing back against him with another muffled moan making its way past your lips.

“Oh, don’t act all shy now,” he coos, his other hand finding its way to the back of your neck. “Let them know how good I’m making you feel.”

His words make you nod meekly, and he takes it as a silent invitation to move, the pace starting slow but becoming much more intense in a matter of seconds until he’s recklessly driving his hips into yours. Aemond is always fairly rough with you, but the jealousy and possessiveness do make it even better. 

A breathless gasp falls from your lips in an attempt to catch your breath through his ruthless pounding, and your fists clench around the edge of the desk again, bracing yourself for the way his cock bullies your sweet spot and drives your whole body back and forth.

“Gods, please… use me,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut as you are overwhelmed by the different sensations overcoming your body.  

“Fuck,” he groans. “You like that? You like being used by me while those miserable bastards watch you getting split open by my cock, hm?” His words are punctuated by several harsh thrusts, knocking the air out of your lungs and causing his balls to slap against your sensitive clit, sending shivers down your legs. 

His thighs are heavy as they press into your frame, applying pressure to where your hips meet the edge of the desk. While it hurts, you barely have time to focus on the pain, overwhelmed by the soaring pleasure inside of you. The building tension inside of you spreads through your core, your walls fluttering as furiously as Aemond’s relentless onslaught on your cunt. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimper. 

“Or what?” he taunts. “You’re gonna come for me already?”

Despite him mocking your despair, he pulls your hips back a little and brings his hand down between your legs, dragging his nimble fingers over your clit to give you the last blow that’s meant to push you over the precipice. Every attempt to give him an answer dies in your throat at the sudden burst of pleasure, your mind hazy and your eyes glossy. 

Parting his legs and slightly bending them at the knees, he curls his hips in a manner that all but forces his cock into you at an angle that has stars dancing across your vision, prolonging the intense orgasm that ripples through your core. The tension you hold in your legs from the position causes them to shake uncontrollably, making your body rely on the firm grip of his hand now resting at your hip.  

His own orgasm nears with how forcefully you clench around and convulse all over him, his pace more erratic as he leans down to press his chest flush against your back, pinning you to the desk and planting a searing kiss to the crook of your neck. His thrusts grow sloppier thanks to the position, but that doesn’t mean they don’t fill you deeply enough anymore. 

Bringing his hand from your hair to the wall in front of the desk, the veins in his hand and arms bulge from the exertion. “That’s it,” he rasps into the crook of your neck. “Be a good girl for me and take everything I give you.” 

“Hm-Hm… yes,” you whimper, pushing back against him. Your body is pressed flatly against the wooden surface of the desk, his weight on top of you not allowing you to take any deep breath – yet the throbbing of his cock inside of you definitely makes up for it. 

A strained groan announces his orgasm, muffled by his lips pressed against your skin. A relieved moan leaves your lips as soon as his twitching cock spends itself inside of your still spasming walls. He keeps thrusting into you, though his thrusts become gentler and even slower than before due to his stamina decreasing, eventually stopping.

It’s unlike Aemond to pull out of you so shortly after, and you wince at the sudden loss, your assaulted core clenching around nothing to adjust to the emptiness. Turning your head to look at him, sweaty and heated cheek pressed to the cold desk, you can’t hide the blissed out expression that’s written all over your face. Aemond prowls towards the set up, picking up the laptop with the camera filming nothing but his chest, still heaving with ragged breaths.  

“Now, did you like that?” he asks as he walks back to you again, obviously speaking to the part of your audience that stayed for the show. “Then you’ll definitely love this.” 

Bending forward slightly, he points the camera to your cunt, blessing the viewers with the sight of his seed slowly oozing out of your cunt, running down your folds and quivering thighs. You stay still, too focused on the multiple pings! that bounce off the device, indicating that your little show has earned you a big deal of money.

“Is this the kind of cum show you expected, hm? I bet the fuck not.”

He then abruptly shuts the laptop with a thud, carelessly throwing it onto your bed. 

You push yourself back, standing on wobbly feet as you adjust your thong, holding onto the desk. You turn your head to look at him, the smirk on your lips matching the wicked one on his. “You know you’re gonna be a regular now,” you tease. 

“And I thought you’d never ask.”

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @vgilantee

A/N: Thank you so much for commissioning again! And specially for trusting me with an idea to write it as I want, means a lot! <3

Request: fem/afab cat hybrid reader and first time taking werewolf boyfriend’s knot?

Plug you up to shut you up

Werewolf x cat-hybrid fem!reader || dom/sub undertones, phone sex (kinda), edging, orgasm denial, knotting, oral sex

“It won’t fit,” he told you for the thousandth time.

“Yes it will,” you argued, also a for the thousandth time. Your tail moving around in agitation. You weren’t asking much of him, just for his knot. You two had been dating for a few months, you deserved to be stretched and stuffed, didn’t you?

“No it won’t. Stop asking about it, you’ll get hurt and I don’t wanna hurt you.” His worry was adorable and you wanted to hug him about it, but also scratch his face because he was being way too nice about it.

“I won’t get hurt!” You argued again.

“Yes you will, you are tiny and your pussy is just too tight for it to fit.” His voice was exasperated, like he was arguing with a kid, or like he was a dom arguing with his bratty sub… Which was pretty much what was happening right there.

“Pretty please…” You asked, looking up at him, blinking slowly, trying your best innocent look.

“No,” he repeated. But you saw a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips. He was going to agree, you just needed to try a bit harder.

“Pleaaaaaaaaase…” you repeated, pouting. You caressed his chest slowly and acted all coy. He loved when you did that.

He sighed. “Ugh. I hate you.”

You jumped, happily and hugged him around his middle. “No you don’t, you love me so much you are going to stuff me with your knot.”

He grabbed your wrist and kissed you until you were out of breath. When you broke apart, he told you: “Okay, but we need to do some prep first.”

“What kind of prep?” You asked, already suspicious of his intentions.

That’s how you found yourself wearing a plug in the middle of the day. He bought some kind of special plugs that were made exactly for your purpose. There were five of them and you were supposed to change them during the day leading to the knotting. He did a lot of research before buying them and was so serious about it that you couldn’t be mad about it. He was adorable, like a puppy.

He woke you up earlier that morning, knowing he had to go to work, just so he could eat you out and plug you with the first size. It was a bit uncomfortable to move around, but you could deal with it. It was fine. You made breakfast and worked for a bit before he video-called you.

“Hey darling, what do you want?” You asked, busy with your latest drawing. You had a deadline soon and wanted to do as much as possible as fast as possible.

“It’s time for you to change the plug,” he reminded you. There was an edge in his voice, the exact same edge as the one he had when he was ready to push his dick inside of you. Fuck, how was the tone of his voice so fucking hot? Being madly in love with a werewolf was fucking with your brain, you now got wet when he talked. Just talked. Insane, you were going completely insane.

“Yeah, right. Will do,” you answered, not paying too much attention to him as you reached to end the call.

He stopped you. “Hey wait! I want to see.”

You looked back at the phone like he grew a second head. “What?”

“I called so I could see as you change it. I want to see.” His voice was pleading, but demanding. The idea of him calling you just to see your pussy was making you all kinds of hot and bothered, and it was annoying. But you agreed, because it was making you all kinds of hot and bothered. Fuck, you wanted to cum so bad.

You positioned your phone so the frontal camera was looking at your pussy, your face extremely red as you parted your legs. You could hear his intake of breath as you parted your lips and he saw the base of the plug still inside. His grunt of pleasure made you whimper as you pulled the plug out. Your pussy gaped as he groaned.

“Fuck, kitten, look at you. It looks so puffy and swollen for me. You are going to look so pretty wrapped around my knot.” You blushed harder, trying to insert the second size without knocking off the phone. You whimpered again when it made contact with your swollen clit. “Fuck, do that again. Touch your pretty pussy for me, kitten.” His growl was so deep it made you groan. You complied, running the plug up and down your slit and getting it all wet. You were so ready to come you wanted to beg. “That’s enough, kitten. You can’t come, remember? I told you that this morning.” You whimpered, but obeyed. You wanted to be a good kitten. You pushed the plug inside, feeling the stretch but still comfortable with it. “Good job, you are doing perfectly. How does that feel?”

“Go- good.” Your voice broke down when you lowered your leg and the plug pressed against your G-spot. Fuck. This one was going to be harder.

“I will call you later for the next size. Love you, bye!” His cheerful nature annoyed you to no end. He called you, got you all hot and bothered and then had the audacity to forbid you from coming and then hang up on you. Fucking werewolves (affectionately).

It went exactly like that three more times. Each size up was harder and harder to adapt to. You felt so stretched and needy you wanted to grind against every single surface, unable to sit down since size three. You had been standing around, trying to clean but failing. Every time you bent down to pick something, it pressed against your G-spot and you saw stars. When the fifth plug was inside of you, you couldn’t hold it anymore and had to call him.

He picked up at the second ring. “Please… Please come home. I- I need…” You whimpered, unable to keep talking.

“I’m on my way, go strip and wait for me on the bed. Face down, ass up. Be a good kitten for me.” He instructed. You followed his instructions without even processing them. “Don’t hang up on me, talk to me, tell me what you did today.” You could hear him walking around, closing the door to the car. The anticipation was killing you.

You tried to tell him, to distract yourself so you wouldn’t grind onto the bed until you came all over yourself. You told him about your new project, about the art supplies you wanted to get, and he listened and asked questions. Without realizing he arrived home.

You heard the door closing as he hung up the phone and ran to the bedroom. You were exactly how he instructed, face down, ass up. Your tail was going crazy from side to side waiting for him. You felt on the edge of the biggest orgasm you’d ever felt, and he was just standing there.

“Please…” Your plea broke him out of his stupor, tearing off his clothes as he approached the bed.

“Good goddess kitten, you look good enough to eat. Are you ready? Do you still want this? You can say no.” He was always so sweet that you wanted to cry, but at that moment it infuriated you.

“Knot me already!” You cried out, more than ready. You always appreciated when he asked stuff and asked for consent beforehand, but in that moment you were beyond any questioning, you wanted to be filled. You wanted to be stuffed with his knot.

He didn’t comment anymore, he lowered his pants and threw them someplace behind him. You could hear something breaking, but you didn’t care. He slowly but surely took the plug out as you cried out his name, grinding back against air as your gaping pussy dripped with fresh juices. You were so turned on you could cry. Maybe you were crying already. You couldn't feel anything apart from his hand on your hip and the tip of his cock at your entrance.

He didn’t ask anymore. He pushed right in and you groaned, coming instantly around him. Your claws tearing through the bed sheets. He grunted behind you, not stopping. He held your hips secure as your arms went limp under you and you face-planted to the bed. He kept fucking into you and telling you how pretty you looked, how good your pussy felt around his shaft. You came at least twice more before you felt the knot forming.

“Do you want it? Tell me you want my knot, kitten.” His voice was soft and demanding, and it made your insides melt. You loved that stupid werewolf so much you could squeeze him until he disappeared. But right now you needed his knot more than anything.

“Yes. YES. Knot me!” He didn’t wait anymore. He pulled your tail up, making you scream as he pushed his fat knot inside your pussy. Your eyes crossed and your brain turned off. The only thing you could feel was the stretch of his knot and the first shot of his cum deep inside.

“Does that feel good, kitten? Do you like to be so full you can’t even talk?” He chuckled at your blissed out face. “Guess it does, you love it, don’t you?” He rolled his hips and you opened your mouth to say something, but you could only drool in pleasure, too fucked out to even control your saliva. Embarrassing. But so fucking good you could die impaled on his cock and you’d die a happy cat. “If I had known all it took for you to shut up was to fill you to the brim I would have done it sooner.” You tried to argue with him but when you opened your mouth the only thing that you could do was moan as your eyes rolled back into your head. It was insane how big he felt inside of you, how stretched you felt. It was like you were going to break apart, but at the same time, his knot was the only thing keeping you together.

By the time the knot went down, he was still grinding inside of you, your pussy raw and abused. It felt like pain and pleasure mixed in the most excruciating sensation you’d ever felt. As soon as his knot deflated, he was there, tongue and fingers and playing with your used hole. He licked and sucked and made out with your pussy until you were coming again. And then another time. Your body couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you gave up trying.

“I like you like this, limp and fucked out. We should do that again.” His voice was cheerful and animated, and you wanted to scratch his face for being so fucking annoying. But good lord if you didn’t want to be fucked like that again. “I take that groan as a yes,” he said with a laugh.

Ugh, fucking werewolves.

Reminder that you can also commission me, info here.

[zeroreasonstocare]

Cont: Choso x fem!reader, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it 😉), praise kink (duhh), no plot just smut, use of “pretty” and “baby” for reader, aftercare mentions, pussy-drunk Choso!! mentions of “making you a mommy” like a lot

Word count: 593

A/n: this is NOT part of my babysitter au, I just remembered that I could write smut lolll. I wrote this at 3 AM so don’t judge too hard </3

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“Fuck, pretty, you’re sucking me in,” Choso groans as he thrusts into you. You’re spread out and laid on your back in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “Think she wants me to stay forever.” He smiles and whispers through another groan, referring to your pussy as “she”.

“Choso, fuck- right there!” You whine and wrap your arms around his neck as he peppers kisses onto your neck.

“Yeah? Feels good?” He thrusts harder into you and holds himself up, seeking your praise as he continually hits your sweet spot.

“So fucking good, Cho, it’s so good!”

Your praise goes to his brain and dick as he keeps pounding into your sweet little hole, his hands no longer holding himself up as he gropes your plump breasts and imagines them even fuller as his breeding side takes over and he imagines you pregnant with his babies.

“Yeah, you love it, huh? Love it when I pump you so full?” He seeks more of your praise, knowing the filthy words are only working you up more.

“Yes! Cho, I- fuuuck, I fucking love it, Cho!”

“Gonna cum again f’me? Gonna make a mess?”

“Yes- fuck! I’m gonna cum again, just keep going!” You whine and pull him impossibly closer.

As your nth orgasm hits, your body goes rigid and a silent cry seems to make its way into your expression as he keeps up his relentless pussy-drunk pace.

“You’re so tight, so perfect, pretty,” he groans into your ear and nibbles at your earlobe.

His praise affects you the same yours does to him. You clench tighter around him and your eyes practically have hearts in them as you look at him and his pussy-drunk expression.

“So so pretty, baby,” he whispers and kisses you, sloppily twisting his tongue with yours only to pull away and pant as he thrusts impossibly harder.

“Gonna cum again, put some pretty babies into your womb. You want that? Wanna be a mommy?”

You can tell he’s just babbling to turn you both on even more, the thought of him breeding you only making you tighter around his cock.

“Fuck- yes! Yes, Cho, wanna be a mommy! Make me a mommy!” You cry into his shoulder and claw at his back.

“I’m gonna, just gimme a few more minutes, okay baby?”

“Cho, so deep, gonna cum again! Can’t cum any more!” You cry, the overstimulation causing your mind to slowly start to blank.

“I know, pretty, just let it out, I believe in you.”

His encouragement causes you to cum again and your juices only make him slide faster and deeper into you as you become somehow tighter around him. He groans and finally cums as well, fucking the seed deep into you.

“Fuuck, pretty, gonna make you a mommy, cumming so deep into you,” he groans and stills his hips reluctantly due to his own overstimulation, opting to just lay on top of you and relish in the moment with you.

You both slowly come down from your highs and he pushes your sweaty hair out of your face.

“Did so good, pretty, let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispers.

“Tired…” You whine.

“I know, baby, but we gotta get this sweat cleaned off and your juices off our thighs. I’ll run a bath so you don’t have to stand.”

“Fine…”

He chuckles as he carries you bridal style to the bathroom. He doesn’t know if he truly can make you a mommy, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try every time.

[miyaren]

What I Like | Osamu Miya

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✪ Osamu smut 18+ minors PLEASE dni

CW: manipulation a teensy bit , thigh riding (ゝз╹), one friendly clit slap (we're so back), unspoken pining , its kind of tender ok

When your fwb cancels on you, your best friend Osamu kindly offers to help you out with your problem. And in a crazy turn events, you agree.

an: I promised this fic a year ago 💔. That's not to say it took a year to write but that it's just been collecting dust in my docs. I love this one, it's my favorite flavor of friends to lovers and I might have to do a part 2! If you enjoy it, I would love to hear what you think xoxo

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“I’ll do it.” Osamu offered to you nonchalantly. 

You nearly spit out your drink. This was Osamu, your best friend since you both started college, the one who had introduced you to his brother in the first place.

 Atsumu was the guy you hooked up with semi regularly, who ruffled your hair and called you pipsqueak and acted like he hadn’t just rearranged your guts only minutes before. It was unserious in every sense of the word. 

Your friendship with Osamu? Serious. And important to you. Maybe you had stroked out. Maybe he had.

“What are you saying ‘Samu?”

He shrugged like the two of you were discussing the weather, “You seem upset Atsumu flaked and I'm offering to help you take care of it.” 

“Stop saying it like we’re talking about my dog. You’re talking about fucking me!”

Osamu’s calm expression broke into a cheshire grin, “It's a generous offer, you know. You should be grateful.”

“How are you so blase about this?”

“Y/n, you have been telling me how horny you are for the last twenty minutes, you can’t tell me this is phasing you.”

“But still-”

His laugh cut through your strangled words, “Such a big baby.”

Your ears heated up as he said it. He always called you that starting back to your freshman year when he found out you were an only child. He had mumbled that it made a lot of sense, and you had promptly swatted his arm. Just like then, it riled you up now. He knew it would. 

You pushed out of your seat to stand, “Alright. We’re going to my room.”

Osamu’s expression flashed with surprise, but it was gone as soon as it came. Wordlessly, he followed you into your room and closed the door.

The two of you stared at each other for a good minute. 

He tsked, “Y/n, don’t make this awkward.”

“I’m not. Just take off your clothes.” You directed as you pulled your shirt over your head. He moved to do the same.

“You’re making this clinical.” As he pulled his shirt off you saw the wry smile playing at his lips. 

You started unbuttoning your pants, “I’m not. Order is good, rules are good.”

“Any more rules before we start?” His hands were making quick work of his belt. 

Did you really need rules with Osamu? Obviously he’d never do anything to hurt you. But still. There was another potential issue. “No kissing. It's too intimate.”

He looked like he wanted to argue the point but he held his tongue. That lasted for only a second though. “I’m literally going to be inside you.”

“Potatoe potato.”

“The big baby that you are.”

You couldn’t waver on this, “Them’s the rules.”

He nodded with understanding and moved to take his boxers off. At the same time, you stepped out of your panties and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. 

When you looked up, of course Osamu was staring at you. And of course you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was perfectly sculpted all the way down to his V line. And he was big. It was a little weird to compare him to Atsumu, a little weird that you were going to have had sex with both twins in general. But he seemed bigger than what you were used to.

“You’re gorgeous.” Osamu’s eyes were unabashedly trailing up and down your body. You wanted to brush him off, and tell him he was being stupid. But your cheeks were flushed and you found yourself at a loss for words. 

He has said to not make this awkward. But how could you not? He was your best friend, so attractive that you had to pretend he wasn’t to function normally. And he was looking at you like that. 

Your mouth was open and you willed words to come out. He beat you to it.

“You have condoms? And lube?” Of course you did.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed as you dug through your drawers and fished the bottle of lube out. A condom following shortly after. 

“Here.” You handed him both. You wanted to finally touch him. Your palm landed on his chest and trailed down to hold him there. 

Osamu caught your wrist and mumbled, “Not yet. C’mere.” He beckoned you to climb into his lap and ushered you on top of him-hovering above his thighs-, the heat of his hands searing on your hips. Opening up the bottle, he poured a little out onto his thigh.

Your brows pinched, “What are you-”

“Ride my thigh.” His eyes bored right into yours.

“‘Samu, please I just want you to-”

One of his hands ran up the inside of your thigh before carding his fingers through your folds. You almost jolted at the feel of his cold fingertips. With featherlight pressure, he teased your clit, “Can you please just let me take care of you?”

He started to draw circles and you nodded dumbly as you sank down further, pussy bare against his thigh. Sliding his palms down to your ass, he guided you forward and then back and then forward again. When his mouth found your neck, an uncontrolled sound left your lips. 

You could hear him laugh but you didn’t seem to care as you rutted against him. The slick of the lube had you gliding along his thigh, the friction just right against your clit. 

All the while Osamu was littering your neck with red purple marks, one hand abandoning your hip in favor of rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. He pinched and watched you suck in a breath. Really, he wanted to hear you. He pinched again. 

You whined as you rode him, “‘Samu, please.” 

Smirking he pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and circling with his tongue. Osamu’s mouth paired with the delicious friction between your legs had you soaking his thigh. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” He whispered at your ear.

Your hips stuttered at the praise. As good as you were feeling, you felt you could never get close enough to his thigh, even as you ground against it. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and you moved faster, harder. Not enough. “Osamu, please. I need more.”

He nipped at your neck before pulling back to watch you, “What do you want, Y/n?”

“Touch me, please. Like before.”

With a nod, he brought his fingers against you, “How does this feel, baby?”

Like he commanded it, your heart thundered and your clit pulsed at what he said. You swallowed hard, “So good, ‘Samu.”

He gave your clit a pinch and impishly smiled when you yelped, before kissing your neck in apology and circling one finger gently to soothe the sting, “Do you like it like this? Or like this?”

Instead of gentle, now he deepened the pressure on your clit and sped up with precision. In his lap you jolted, the tension in your body stacking. 

“Tell me, baby.”

You took a breath, “The second one.” He continued and licked up the column of your neck and you knew you were a goner. “I’m gonna cum, I-”

All at once, his fingers were gone from your throbbing core. Oh this was sick.

“Osamu what the hell?”

Both of his hands slid up your stomach to grope your tits, his thumbs rolling your nipples simultaneously, making you shiver, “I’ll let you come but. . .”

“But what?” 

Skimming his hand back down your body, his eyes flickered to your puffy cunt before he moved and cupped it gently. His hand was unmoving, but you could feel yourself throbbing in his palm. 

When he looked up his eyes met yours and though he had called you a big baby your entire friendship, he’d never seen you this needy in your life. Osamu’s face leaned closer to yours, “You have to kiss me.”

100% he had expected you to hesitate, definitely you were going to argue the point. Nothing could have prepared him for the way your small hands grabbed his face and you pulled him closer still, the way you kissed him like you might die. 

He moved his fingers back to where you needed most and he touched you the exact way you liked. As he sped up, you moaned into his mouth and Osamu’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip before you greeted it with your own. 

The dam inside you was so close to spilling over. Osamu’s fingers were unrelenting on your clit, tight little circles that never stopped. Hungrily, his tongue stroked against yours and you felt your body seize up, stars bursting behind your eyes. You were lost to the high of your release and you had to break apart from your kiss to writhe against his shoulder. He didn’t stop, rubbing you all the way through your orgasm with consistent pressure, not stopping even as your pelvis jumped against hand.

All through your cries he continued, finally stopping when you bit down into the crook of his neck. 

You stayed silent in his arms, your body rising and falling against him like you had just run a marathon.

Subtly you lifted your chin to peer up at him and found him watching you. You rolled your eyes, “I think you broke a rule just then.”

He smiled before stealing a chaste kiss from you, “And I think you liked it.”

You couldn’t argue the point, your lips were still tingling. Really the whole thing would have your mind spinning for quite a while. If you thought about it-

“Aghh.” Your back arched when Osamu gave your cunt a light slap. He was grinning down at you.

“I said don’t make it awkward.”

“I’m not.” You frowned against your will.

Osamu huffed out a laugh as his hand trailed down the love bites he left on your neck, “Such a big baby.”

Against your will, you shivered against him, remembering the way he had spoke to you just minutes before. Of course he noticed, he noticed everything about you. He leaned down so his mouth was at the shell of your ear and his thumb was stroking back and forth as he cupped your cheek, almost like he was holding you there so you couldn’t escape. 

“You like it when I call you baby, huh?” He whispered to you.

Undoubtedly you did. More than you should. 

But you needed to keep things normal. The two of you were best friends and you had to stay that way.

Don’t make it awkward. 

You could do that. 

You smacked his hand away from your face, “You gonna fuck me or are you gonna keep talking?”

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, “There she is.”

Before you could blink, he was tackling you down to the bed.

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keanu mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀jack traven⠀𝑥⠀f!girlfriend!reader.

synopsis. nsfw alphabet with jack traven.

contents. porn obviously. plus size-coded!reader. cumplay. jack's a himbo sweetheart. cop & handcuff kink. dick description. blowjobs.

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aftercare — what they’re like after sex?

Jack’s a sweaty, panting mess after sex. He cracks a few sly jokes, setting a playful mood. He’s a cuddler, so expect him to pull you close to lay on his chest and take a breather. He’s not very well versed in aftercare etiquette, so if you want water or something, you’ll have to ask.

body part — their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s?

He loves your thighs. He loves stroking them, having them wrapped around his hips, or pinching his fingers into them as he eats you out. Jack always jokes about you suffocating him with them and he’d die a happy man.

On himself, he loves his arms. Jack’s a bit of a gym rat, and also a cop that’s an adrenaline junkie— so he’s proud of every muscle and scar on his body. Jack loves the way you fawn over his arms, and oogle at them. He teases you about it every chance he gets.

cum — anything to do with cum, basically.

He cums a lot. Being a cop, especially specialising in bombs— Jack’s constantly stressed and backed up, so it doesn’t take much for him to cum. Jack loves finishing on your breasts or your face. Seeing your big beautiful eyes staring up at him right before he paints your chest with his cum: he’s already hard for the next round. 

dirty secret — a dirty secret or fantasy of theirs?

He’d want to have sex somewhere semi-public. Jack’s a bit of a show-off, so of course he has a bit of a voyeur/exhibitionist kink going on. He fantasises about doing it in a bar bathroom, his office desk, or even sometimes in his patrol car.

But other than that, he’s too vanilla to do anything too wild.

experience — how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

This man is a slut (affectionate). He’s definitely gone through his handful of one night stands, and short term relationships, so Jack knows his way around getting a woman into bed and making sure she leaves satisfied.

He can do whatever you want: he can be rough, he can be fast, he can be slow— if you’re a girlfriend or someone special, he makes you feel like the only one in the world for him.

favourite position — this goes without saying.

His favourite position is anything where he can see your face: missionary, cowgirl, mating press. Jack likes seeing every reaction, and expression. I think he’s a grabber: likes to hold onto your breasts, thighs and hips, and gently massage them.

goofy — are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?

Jack’s sarcasm never takes a break, even during sex. Normally he’s very much in the zone, but he likes to crack a few jokes during foreplay, just to hear your little giggles. If you’re a virgin, he’ll be more humorous to get you to relax, and lie back.

hair — how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?

He doesn’t obsess over it, but cuts it occasionally. It’s black, and slightly curly down there— he’ll trim it a little when he knows he’s gonna get laid, or he’ll leave it all natural if that’s what you’re into. Jack will not wax.

intimacy — how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.

Jack’s very sensual when he wants to be. His soft, low voice that whispers praises in your ear. How he teases you by kissing down your thighs till he gets to your center. He holds your hand in missionary, and leaves love bites on your neck. It’s not often that he’s super romantic, but on special days like your birthday, anniversaries or holidays— he’s gonna pull out that dollar store candle and go to town!

jack off — masturbation headcanon?

He’s young, and stressed, and works long hours at the station. Of course he jerks off a lot. His libido is genuinely crazy. When he gets home too late, or in the early morning, he masturbates in the shower.

Closest thing to sexting in the 90s, is when Jack takes out the dirty polaroid he has of you in his wallet when he’s away from you.

kink — what are one or more of their kinks?

He’s vanilla as all hell, I’m sorry. Aside from the slight public sex kink going on, he’s not well versed enough in kink. Jack will definitely try stuff you’re into: especially stuff like bondage. Normally he uses one of his ties, but he’ll get the cuffs when he’s extra horny.

Honestly, he wouldn’t mind swapping roles occasionally. He’s always calling the shots, and thinking on his feet at work— he’d love to sit back for once and let you use him, and make him squirm.

location — what are their favourite places to do it?

His favorite place is the bedroom: as boring as it is, it’s a safe space. There’s no bomb threats, loud sirens, or criminals running around— he gets to just be alone with you. Especially in the mornings, when the sun’s barely peeking through and he gets to have lazy morning sex with you.

motivation — what turns them on, gets them going?

Again, he’s a total adrenaline junkie. It’s a wonder he hasn’t broken several bones the way he just jumps into action immediately. Jack’s turned on either after an intense shift at work, or when he’s back from the gym. When he comes home, sweaty and pumped, and sees you calmly reading a magazine on the couch…  he’s jumping your bones.

no — something they wouldn’t go? turn offs?

He’s not doing anything super aggressive or degrading. Jack’s really, really not into that. He spends all day surrounded by threats and criminals— so he’d never want to direct any aggression at you. He’s absolutely not doing any gun, blood, or knife kinks.. And might be a little scared if you want him to.

Extreme degradation is a turn off. He wants to praise you and make you feel good, but he’ll occasionally call you ‘dirty’, ‘bad’ or ‘needy’— following it up with praise of course.

oral — (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc).

He loves a good blowjob. The feeling of your lips on his cock is otherworldly to him. You’d smile if you could at the way his breath hitches and how his muscles relax as he rolls his head back.

Like I said before, Jack could die a happy man between your thighs. With his rugged hands on either side, pulling your legs apart, he leaves soft kisses on the apex of your thighs.

You are left panting and squealing when his tongue flicks against your clit. He smirks against your cunt when your hand rests on his buzz cut hair, as you arch your back.

quickie — their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

You guys have quickies all the time. In the morning, on his lunch breaks when he rushes home: he can be fast when he needs to. You two barely even have time to take your clothes off: opting to rather pull your shirt over your breasts and Jack taking his cock out through his zip.

risk — are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

Again, he’s not super closed minded and would be open to trying some new things. So long as they’re not extremely violent or scary, he’ll definitely give it a go! If you want to experiment, you might have to take more initiative, but he’s down if you are.

stamina — how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

On a day off work, he can go at least 2-3 rounds long rounds or 3-4 quickies. When it’s the night after a shift, he’s only got at least 1-2 good rounds in him. Jack can last for longer periods of time if he really, really tries. But when he’s sliding into you after a particularly tedious and rough shift, he can barely hold it together for longer than 5 minutes before coating your insides with his cum.

toys — do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

You two only use handcuffs and his ties on occasion, but other than that there’s no toys. He prides himself on his ability to make you cum using his own body, rather than a toy. But he’d be open to using your vibrator on you if you owned one. He has a “toys are our friend, not our enemy” mentality.

unfair — how much do they like to tease?

He’s a very playful guy, so of course he likes to tease you! Especially when you’re particularly desperate for him, Jack will taunt you a little bit— getting you worked up and annoyed till he gives you what you want.

volume — how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

He has no reason to be quiet or ashamed: he’s a cocky bastard who can make his girl feel good— he’ll moan if he wants! Typically, Jack grunts or pants, with a few choice words like “fuck” and “shit” leaving his lips when he’s about to come.

Jack never fails to praise you.

“Feels so tight.”

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

“So, fucking, beautiful."

x-ray — let’s see what’s going on under those clothes!

He’s fucking hung, I mean have you seen the rest of him? Not to get gross, but let’s get gross! He definitely has more girth than length. He’s a little above average: around 6 or 7 inches. There’s also a few veins protruding on his cock when he’s hard. It’s a little bit paler than the rest of his body that’s exposed to the Californian sun.

yearning — how high is their sex drive?

Like I said before, that man’s libido is high. He’s the type of boyfriend to crack dirty innuendos, playfully slap your ass, or fake hump you when you bend over to pick something up. You joke he has the libido of a college frat boy, and he just winks.

zzz — how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

He’s not instantly falling asleep, but he’s pretty spent after a few rounds. Sometimes he just quietly passes out next to you, and you only notice when you hear his soft snores. On days off, he stays up longer, waiting for you to fall asleep first.

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HOME TO ME - HAMZAH X LATINA!READER 🎀

hiii! first of all i wanna make a quick note - very sorry for the inconsistency in posting for a few days. ive been struggling with writers block and summer bedrotting is getting to me a lil. 😓😓

there were A LOT of drafts of this fic that i picked up and then didn’t like. a big part of that is that i really wanted to make a fic that hits sort of close to home, and that’s what this one is to me! i was born in nicaragua and moved to the us at a young age, so this fic is based off of my experiences relating to that, even down to little things like my parents and their broken english lol. i still tried to make it pretty ambiguous to other latin-american countries, so I hope it isn’t too specific. it took me a long time to write, but im really happy with the way it came out after a day or two of really thinking about it.

this fic includes: lots of fluff, then it gets nasty. mirror sex, nothing too rough 🤗

wc: 3.4k

Your childhood summers haven’t changed since the last time you stepped foot here, even though it feels like it’s been lifetimes. you’re home, and you’ve brought your boyfriend along with you this time.

the sun shines down on you, a little too hot for your liking. it’s a lot hotter down here than the canadian weather you’re used to. it’s different, but comforting at the same time. what really makes the biggest change is the sight of your boyfriend, rays of sunlight beaming down on him, framing his curls perfectly. it makes you feel at home just as much as being here does.

the air is warm and sticky, thick with remnants of a heavy rain. sweat clings to areas of exposed skin, dampening his shirt collar and hair with a sweat.

you don’t think you’ve loved the latin-american summer as much as you have seeing hamzah bask under it.

showing your boyfriend around your home country feels like the world around you is unreal. it’s like two universes colliding - ones that probably shouldn’t coexist.

one of the things that really makes you feel like you’re out of your own body is walking down the same road that baby-you walked down to get to school. if you could’ve told your middle school self that you bagged a man this bad she would’ve forgiven you for not marrying her celebrity crush.

and the food is what really gets you - the flavor of nostalgia mixing with the taste of your boyfriend’s lips is an otherworldly sensation. although you can’t get him too full yet; that’s a job for your family.

speaking of your family - hamzah is terrified.

he tries looking extra nice at first. he wants to make a good impression, just like you’ve told him to - it’s why he’s surprised you’re bursting out in laughter seeing him walk out in full black tie attire.

“you don’t have to dress like you’re going to a wedding, hamzah-“ you giggle when he speaks over you, trying to defend himself.

“you told me to look nice, and we’re going to a dinner, y’know-“ he rambles, but catches himself. “and you’re wearing a dress!”

you roll your eyes, giving him a dead stare. “this a a sundress, hamzah. it’s not like.. fancy.” he looks at you blankly back. it’s like there’s not a single thought behind his eyes.

after your criticism and a lot of banter, you’ve got him dressed up more.. how you would have envisioned. he’s got those glasses on - the ones he usually edits with. and god, he looks good. he’s paired those with a polo shirt and a nice pair of jeans; he looks nice, presentable, but not over the top.

you’re knocking on the door while he almost shyly stands behind you before you know it. it takes a good few seconds for you to receive any sort of response, but you’re used to it. once someone eventually comes to the door, you’re greeted with the sound of children squealing in the background and music playing off a speaker - the loud environment you’re most used to.

you think you can see hamzah sweating.

your mom greets you with two little cheek kisses, as always, then smothers you into a hug. “muy linda,” she presses another kiss to your forehead, “mi alma.” she eventually finishes her ramblings about how beautiful you are and how much she’s missed you, then pauses as she pulls back. hamzah flinches.

she’s eyeing him down, eyebrows furrowed with a hand on her hip. It’s the death glare - one you know very well. if he wasn’t sweating before he definitely is now, and you’re even close to breaking into one.

hamzah doesn’t even have time to panic before her angry demeanor snaps into laughter. she’s giggling at the way his smile had dropped, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into that same little cheek kiss. he stumbles when she does it, not knowing what to do; an anxious fluster of sorts.

she pulls away looking at you, and her giggles turn into straight-up laughter.

“he look at me so scared.. he like, ‘i already messed up!’” she says, still laughing, now imitating hamzah’s flustered appearance. her English is slightly broken, as you expected, but it’s the way she tries for you is what really counts. she’s putting in the effort. you laugh with her, but not really at what she’s saying - it’s the way she’s already made herself comfortable around your boyfriend.

“y tu eres el novio, verdad?” your father says, pointing at hamzah, managing to creep up behind your mother without you even noticing. “you going to marry her?”

you awkwardly laugh at your father and how weird he has to make things, but that’s just how your family is. hamzah doesn’t mind it, he understands - nonchalantly smiling, looking down at you as he replies with a quick “hope so.”

you giggle back, but your smile is genuine - you know he’s serious about what he just said. “maybe one day.” you continue for him.

you two enter your house and he’s already being crowded by relatives of yours. he’s introducing himself to one of your tías when he feels something tugging on the leg of his pants, startling him. he looks down only to see your baby cousin staring up at him, big beady eyes and an open mouth, almost like he’s some sort of god.

around an hour later, hamzah is about a beer and two plates of food in to the family function. he’s sitting on the floor, a doll in his hand, playing with that same prima from before. you’re not even sure if they’re communicating, if that baby can even speak any language yet, but whatever they’re doing hamzah.. seems to be enjoying himself.

it’s funny, but it’s sweet at the same time, watching your boyfriend like this. it makes you think of your future together. marrying him, taking him into your family - even watching him play with your little prima makes you fall ill with baby fever. he would be an amazing girl dad.

by the end of the night, hamzah is starting to get a little bit plastered, and your mom is already calling him mijo. you’re trying to teach him how to dance to your country’s music (which he surprisingly happens to not be bad at) while also trying to sneak a few drinks yourself. you’re running back to the bathroom when your mom catches you, pulling you aside for a second.

you tilt your head at her, confused. you’re hoping this isn’t what you’ve been nervous about the whole night - you really, really don’t want a “we don’t like this boy” talk.

instead, she smiles, which wipes away most of your worry, but you’re still staring at her reluctantly.

“te vas a casar con este chico.” she mutters, smiling. she might be a little drunk herself from the way she’s talking, but you know there’s a truth to her words. you smile back a small grin, but it means more to you than what appears - your man is locked in. even your mom agrees, he’s the one.

thank the lord.

the party dies down after a while, baby cousin and older relatives drifting off to their bedrooms one by one. you somehow find yourself sitting on your parent’s couch, cuddled up in a blanket next to hamzah. you’re both a little tipsy, what you would say is fine enough to drive, but you already know your mother will argue against you.

“y’wanna get out of here too?” hamzah whispers, voice deep and soft in your ear.

“mhmm.” you say, comfortable in his arms. “wanna stay here for a second though.”

hamzah doesn’t complain, gently rubbing your shoulder underneath the blanket with his forefinger and thumb. it’s domestic, a gentle touch, and it makes you feel warm inside.

“was cute seeing you play with my prima.” you mumble, smiling to yourself at the memory. he laughs when he picks up on what you’re talking about.

“I don’t really think I understood what was going on like, that whole time.” he begins to ramble. “I think her barbies were like, beefing and shit.” he says, smiling down at you when he sees the way you light up with laughter.

“if we ever like, get married, i wanna have a girl.” you say. he’s quick to rebut you.

“that’s not how it works.” he argues back, stupidly.

“well then, like, we just have more.” you say, the mix of alcohol and sleepiness not giving you the energy to seriously discuss this with him. “you’d make a good girl dad, i think.”

he smiles at that comment. he’s seen it around on tiktok and other social media. he thinks it’s cute, and suddenly the idea of marriage and knocking you up doesn’t seem so scary to him. that gentle touch on your shoulders is moving down to your hips before you know it. you’re both aware that you can’t do anything on your family couch, but you know the intention behind his grip.

“i think you’d be a good boy mom.” he says back. “i could see you like, teaching him how to cook and stuff. i think if you had a baby boy he would be like, really respectful, not like brain-rotted.” you laugh at the stupidity of his comments.

“i think if you raised a boy, he would end up going down like, the alt right pipeline, and start watching andrew tate clips on youtube shorts.”

you both laugh at that - it’s obvious that you’re joking now, but you still enjoy the deprecating banter.

“if my kid doesn’t reach alpha male status, im sending his ass to the frontlines.”

you continue your painfully stupid chatter, not paying attention to how dark it’s getting.

your mother eventually creeps up to you, and you take it as a sign that you should probably start making your way out.

after saying your final goodbyes to your family members who are still standing awake, you’re making your way out the door. after a few cheek kisses and repeatedly denying the “no cab? you sure?” from your mom, you two are on the way back to your hotel.

hamzah’s hand is on your thigh as he drives. it’s another domestic touch that drives you crazy. the little things are really getting to you tonight.

“you’re good with kids.” you mumble, letting your thoughts out with no warning.

“yeah?” is all hamzah says, keeping his eyes on the road and his hand on your thigh.

“yeah.” you repeat back in a breathier tone.

“im not getting you pregnant right now, if that’s what you’re asking.” he mutters, still focused on the road. “I’ll cum inside you, but I can’t handle a baby yet-”

“hamzah!” you nearly yell. “i don’t mean- i mean yeah, that’s a part of it, but like- i guess you’re just like-“ you stutter, trying to gather your flustered self. “it’s like, a domestic thing I guess. makes me wanna settle down with you one day.”

despite how nonchalant he’s acting, he gets exactly what you’re saying.

“yeah. y’know, that little sundress you’re wearing?” hamzah starts, eyes tearing off the road for a second. “that’s like, wife shit.”

you giggle at the way he says it, but you’re flattered at the intention.

“kinda surprised you liked it that much. feel like guys think sundresses are just like, skin-tight skims dresses.”

“you look fucking hot in it, are you serious? like shit, maybe i will just get you pregnant if you’re wearing that.” hamzah pauses for a moment, looking over at you while your eyes widen. “i’m joking. by the way.” you let out a soft “aww,” making a soft smile creep onto his face.

“you don’t have to tonight. i’m joking.” you smile up at him. “but i do miss the feeling of you inside me.” you can tell that you’re at least getting to him a little bit; he’s starting to get riled up.

“duh,” he says, jokingly, but his tone changes with his next words. “ill cum all over that fuckin’ dress if you really want me to.”

there’s the hamzah you were looking for.

he’s already pulling the car you two rented into the parking lot of your hotel, and you can’t even speak before the silence is interrupted with his own thoughts.

“gonna be all over you the second we get to our fucking room.” he mutters, opening his car door. as both of you get out, you can see the hard-on already somewhat formed through his pants.

you love getting him worked up like this.

checking into the room is almost painful. he stands behind you as you speak in spanish to the hotel staff, cock pressed up right against your ass. you’re stuttering as she asks you for your reservation, knowing you’re about to get fucking destroyed.

he wasn’t lying about being all over you. the minute that keycard clicks and the door is open, you’re being shoved onto the bed, hamzah crawling on top of you.

it’s a pretty hotel room - you’re taking it all in as hamzah is on top of you. huge bathroom, silky sheets, relatively good size, yet there’s one thing that sticks out to you. there’s a long mirror, placed at the side of the bed.

it’s the perfect place to get fucked in front of.

you don’t even think hamzah has taken a glance at the architecture around him from the way he’s locked in on your body. you feel his hands gravitate against different areas of your body, resting on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh through your dress. he places a soft, warm kiss to your lips, but continues with a harsher, more sloppy one. it only continues on your neck, biting and kissing down to your collarbone.

he keeps his lips in a certain place for a second, and you already know you’re going to be covering up dark spots on your neck tomorrow.

“pretty,” is all he mumbles when he pulls off, moving down to add yet another bite to your neck.

he pulls the top of your sundress down a little bit, straps going over your shoulders. it’s just enough to free your bra, which he pulls off even quicker.

his mouth is all over your tits before you know it - as expected. he’s sucking at them, licking at the nipple while the other hand fondles the soft flesh around. you can feel him getting harder against your thigh, which you didn’t even think was possible at this point.

you can tell he’s getting frustrated with how fucking tight his pants are getting, cock getting harder by the second. he quickly unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles - he’s a little too horny to take the effort to fully pull them down. when he pulls off his boxers he lets out a sigh, letting his cock free.

you readjust to do the same, pulling at the straps of your dress, but hamzah stops you, a large hand covering yours.

“want you to keep it on.”

yes sir.

you pull the straps back up to where they should regularly be, wearing your sundress like normal, just braless. hamzah takes a minute to catch his breath, but it’s hard when you’re under him looking like that. he takes in his surroundings a little bit more as he calms down, finally noticing the mirror to his side. you can tell by the look on his face that he’s got the same idea as you.

his focus lands back on you when he turns back to look you in the eyes, gently stroking himself. his hips roll softly into his hand, pumping himself loosely in his fist. he takes his other hand and pulls your dress up just enough to see your underwear.

he’s too lazy to get them off your body, so he just pushes them to the side, a finger sliding between the soft lips to your entrance. it emits a gasp from you, even though you were expecting it.

“you look so fucking good from here.” he says, breathy. your brows furrow for a second, confused as to what he means by ‘from here,’ but then you realize where his eyes are pointed -

- the mirror.

you turn your head to look at it too, and god, he isn’t wrong. the way his hands strain, groping at your thighs while he grazes against your cunt. it’s hotter than you had expected, the idea of seeing yourself get destroyed from multiple angles.

he presses a finger into you, and you flinch at the feeling. it’s not long before he’s sliding another one in with it, pulling at your hips with his strong arms to bring you down to his knuckles. you’re looking at yourself in the mirror as he does it, watching as he pushes you around like a toy.

he pulls his fingers out after curling them a few times inside of you, and you protest by trying to buck up your hips up again. he pushes on your womb with big hands, forcing you down.

“s’okay baby.” he affirms you in a soft voice. “wanna fuck you now.”

he grabs you by the waist, strong enough to pick you up with just his bare hands and flip you over. he presses your bodies close together once you’re on your hands and knees, your back against his chest. he nestles his head right above your neck, the perfect spot to whisper into your ear.

“look in the mirror,” he starts, and you immediately do what he says. “watch how fucking good you look while I touch you.”

your back arches as an instinct at his words, feeling his palms glide against your hips. your vision feels hazy, but you’re still paying attention to the way he clings onto soft skin.

you let out a whine, shutting your eyes and facing down when he touches your inner thighs, but it doesn’t last long. before you can finish his hand rushes to your jaw, grabbing your face, pointing your head back to the mirror.

“told you to look at yourself, baby.”

it’s hot, the way he’s in control of you, even if it doesn’t take much to get you to submit. he kisses at your shoulder blade softly, watching your desperate expression fade into excitement. he strokes himself one last time before the tip meets your pussy.

your breath hitches when you feel him slide into you, strokes slow. it fits in you nicely, the back of your thighs pressing against his when he’s all the way in. a finger and thumb caress the skin between your ass and hips while he bottoms out.

“c’mon baby,” he says, slowly starting to drag his hips in and out of you. “move those hips.”

you can’t argue with him, doing what he says on command. you roll your hips back the same way you roll your eyes, creating a rhythm with his thrusts. it earns a moan from him.

he grips your hips while his speed up, moving in and out of you with an unforgiving pace. it’s enough to send you reeling, squealing as you struggle to keep your focus on the mirror. you can barely keep your composure, the urge to shove your head in your pillow and just let him use you stronger than ever.

“wasn’t- fuck- lying when I told you I wanna come all over that dress.” he says, struggling to get his words out. it only makes you clench around him, his words driving you to your own finish.

you’re screaming a “hamzah! can’t fucking take it-“ while he’s plowing into you, building up a well-awaited orgasm. he waits until he feels that clench-and-pulse sensation around his cock, signaling that you’ve came before he pulls out.

he doesn’t even need to touch himself to cum after seeing you like this - he lets himself go, ropes of his semen covering the floral patterns of your dress.

he basks in the sight of you for a moment, catching his breath after his orgasm. it’s a lot for him, fucking you after being pent up the whole day. overstimulating, almost. you’re just that attractive to him, poor boy can’t control himself.

he lays on top of your chest, grounding himself. the feeling of being against you bare skin is comforting to him, a sense of home that you two both find in each other. you run your hands through the curls of his hair.

that’s what he is to you - home. just like how it feels to be here.

[luvyduvy17]

Never Forget

y/n met the man she was sure to marry, just to realize his personality changed after the summer was over. She realized, she didn’t know him. The one she thought she loved.

Warning: mentions of sex, happy -> sad (?) -> happy

I saw a headcannon about this theme of story and I couldn’t stop thinking about it but I can’t find it anymore 😖 so I just decided to write a lil story about it. If you find whoever created the similar headcannon plz tag them for credit!!!

You smiled as you settled into his arms.

You were sitting next to him, your legs on his, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands around his neck. His arms were around your lower back, keeping you close.

You were with the one person that knows absolutely everything about you.

Your likes. Your dislikes. Your opinions.

He knows everything that goes on in your brain. He knows how your eyes change when sunlight hits. He knows how your hair waves up in the ocean water but drys way more curlier. He knows how many beauty marks you have. He knows what compliments make you happy and which ones make you cringe. He knows the pet names you don’t and do like. He knows what parts on your body make you squirm and which ones turn you on. He knows all the faces you make when he’s balls deep inside of you, and what they mean.

He knows everything about you. As did you know most about him.

well. Looking back, it seemed like you know nothing about him. You didn’t know what school he went to. You didn’t know his friends.

You had his social medias, but he was a very closed person and didn’t seem to post much.

You did know his parents names. What they did. You knew he wanted to be a hero, and his love for all might. “He’s more badass than any other extra hero there is.”

You knew he was an only child, and where he grew up. You knew his favorite color was orange. Not the neon kind but the tangerine tones orange. You knew he doesn’t like sleeping late. You knew his favorite ice cream flavor is Rocky Road. You knew he enjoyed playing baseball, and his number was 1 because he always has to be number 1. You knew a lot of things about him.

You have never met anyone like Katsuki Bakugo. It was on vacation to Japan where you met him.

You came this summer to Japan to get to know your new home for a few years. Maybe you will move back to your home country. Maybe not.

It was a tropical resort, but you two have seemed to find a very secluded beach, where no one goes.

It’s where you had your first kiss with him.

It’s where you lost your virginity to him.

It’s where you fell in love with this boy.

You sat in his arms. It was almost the last week of summer, and returning to school was coming close.

You and him spent every moment together.

“The sky is so beautiful. Isn’t it?” You looked at the sky.

It’s warm orange clouds, the contrasting color clashing with the soft blue skies, the water reflecting the colors.

“Nah.” He simply said.

You sat straight to look at him.

“Cmon. What’s better than that?” You gave a small smile, before turning back to look at the view.

“M’ lookin at it.” You turned to look at him, your eyes quickly locking with yours. Your faces were inches apart, your lips the same.

Your soft smile returned, before you spoke,

“You’re too sweet, Katsuki.”

“You’re beautiful, y/n. Prettier than the sun and the ocean.”

A soft pink blush arose on your cheeks as butterflies flowed in your lower stomach. You remained staring into his deep red eyes, moving your hands to cup his handsome face.

He pulled you closer, joining your lips. You finally felt his soft lips on yours. A sensation you’ll never forget.

“Thank you, baby.” You pulled away.

You realized you would never love someone as much as you love Katsuki Bakugo. You may not know him as well as he knows you, but from what you do know, is that he’s a sweet, strong, caring boy.

It wasn’t until the very first day of school that you realized, you didn’t know him at all.

This first day was pretty rough, since just the day before, he had blocked you on everything.

Instagram, Messages, Snapchat, you name it.

Waking up to the X next to his name made your heart drop.

You decided that, maybe he didn’t love you as much as you loved him.

You decided that he wasn’t for you.

You realized that yea. He was pretty distant during the summer. Asking you to not post any pictures taken of the two of you.

“I don’t want anyone to know about us yet.”

He would say,

It was during class that You sat in your seat during class, making small talk with a girl next to you. She had pretty brown hair and she seemed really nice.

Her name was Ochaco Uraraka.

“You can sit with me and some of my friends at lunch, if you haven’t already been asked.” She smiled sweetly.

“Thank you! I will for sure.”

You smiled at her, before sitting straight forward as the teacher, Mr Aizawa addressed the class.

Once he called on you to go upfront and introduce yourself was when you finally saw him.

That stupid idiot boy you loved so much than you really cared to admit.

The eye contact was different than all the other times you looked into his eyes and he looked into yours.

He looked, different. His eyes weren’t as bright. His manner seemed even more salty than normal. He was a completely different person than he was a week ago.

It was at lunch that you learned more about his school life.

You sat with your new friends, Ochaco, Momo, Mina, Jirou and Tsuyu.

“Sooo, what’s your quirk?” Mina asked, chewing on some food.

“I have like.. telekinesis but with water.”

You smiled as Mina nodded.

“That’s so cool!” Ochaco replied.

“We’re really glad to have you!” Momo smiled.

It was at lunch that you suddenly became the hot topic at Katsukis table.

“Man that new girl.. what’s her name?”

Denki began on his rant.

“L/n?” Kirishima answered.

“Yea her! She’s so hot!” He snickered, as the rest of the group, almost in sync rolled their eyes at his remark.

“What? You can’t deny it! Not even you can Bakugo.”

Bakugo looked up from his meal watching as everyone waited for his ‘approval’.

“You need to shut the hell up, sparky.” Before turning to look at his food.

He realized he didn’t very much enjoy his group of “friends” talking about his girl. The girl he knew everything about. Kaminari couldn’t even remember your name and is out here saying these grotesque things about you, when Bakugo knows everything about you. It’s when he realized that you are now “on the market” for other guys.

It was at a friend get together at Mina’s house where they played simple group games.

“Hmm y/n! Truth or dare?” Kirishima asked.

“Truth” you waited in anticipation for his question.

“Hmmm.. have you ever been in love?”

The question you had no choice but to answer, but Atleast there was no follow ups.. right?

“Yea I have.” You answered.

“Who was it?” He followed up.

You shook your head before saying, “um you can only ask one!”

He squinted at your answer before saying,

“Cmon! We all wanna know.”

Bakugo waited, anticipating your answer. He wished the answer wouldn’t come out and if it did, it be anyone but him.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“No!” You giggled, before Mina groaned. It’s like she made him ask!

It was about an hour later into the night where the hostess of the get together wanted to get spicier.

The game was 7 minutes in heaven.

“Okay guys! Get in a circle.” Mine snickered as the group complied.

You sat next to Mina, watching as she played with an empty glass bottle. Most likely from alcohol since she provided food and drinks there.

“We’re playing 7 minutes in heaven! And Bakugo you’re first!”

She threw the bottle into him hands.

“No. I’m not.” He rolled it into the center before Kirishima grabbed it.

“Whatreya’ a pussy?” Denki snickered, making you smile, holding back a laugh.

“Shut the hell up, dunce face! I’m not a damn pussy.” He grabbed the bottle from Kirishima and spun it.

You glanced at Mina, furrowing your eyebrows. She shared the same expression before you both turned back at the spinning bottle, watching at the tip of the bottle landed infront of you.

Great! You thought.

“Ooooo!!!” Mina shoved your shoulder.

You glared at her and shook your head, before she stood up, helping you up.

“You got this.” She winked.

“Tell me what happens!” She snickered, before she glared at Bakugo, making him stand. His was muttering swears under his breath before Mina shoved the two of you into her living room closet.

She locked the door. You couldn’t hear anything. The room was dead silent in and out. Maybe it was noise canceling?

You didn’t even want to look at him, you’re so mad!

Mad he didn’t tell you were going to the same school.

Mad he blocked you.

Mad he didn’t talk to you for the first month at school.

“Hells’ wrong with you?” He mumbled.

You turned to face him.

“What do you think?”

“The hell are you talking about?”

“Im talking about us! Everything we did! Everything we shared! All the things you told me that made me think you cared about me.”

You pushed him on his shoulders, as you continued walking toward him.

He made a scowl.

“Shared? What the hell did I share with you?”

“Are you serious?” Your voice lowered.

“You were my first time! You took what was mine and no one else’s. You took my heart.” You felt tears arise, your tone of voice softening, voice cracking.

You were now face to face with him, your faces just inches away.

“You made me fall for you. And then what? You’re just going to ignore me and act like you never said the things you said and did what you did?” A tear fell from your left eye.

You expected him to act like he didn’t know what you were talking about.

Instead, his face softened. You watched his eyes as they looked at every inch of your face. His hand softly grabbed your waist as he pulled your body closer.

“I could never ignore you, y/n.” His voice low, yet soft.

“Then why did you?” Your arms crossed as you looked down.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

His grip on you softened as you scoffed.

“You hurt me even more than you would’ve.” You sniffled, quickly wiping the tears that had fallen. You avoided eye contact.

“You know how I get. Especially around these idiots. They get in my way when I’m trying to be the best. But you. You’re so different.”

You looked at him, confused expression on your face.

“Different..how?”

He let out a shaky breath, and looked up like he was about to admit something embarrassing.

“Listen. You know I’m not good with words, but you just made me too happy for my own good. You can be stupid sometimes but you don’t act like those idiots out there that try too hard. And you’re not too bad looking either.” He smirked.

Your smile slowly returned to your face.

“I guess I get competitive. I know how these fuckers get with pretty girls like you. I just don’t want to mess up your life at school you know. I want you to.. you know.. be the best. And I don’t want these hoes fighting you because I like you more than them.”

He referred to all his little fan girls.

You laughed, his smirk turning into a smile.

His hand reached for your face, as his other wrapped around your lower back.

“I-“

You mumbled, as you stared into his red eyes. The eyes that now looked as bright as they did on that beach.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

You finally said, his smile growing at the sides.

“Right back at ya’, pretty girl.” He said, quickly leaning into the kiss. The sensation you’ll never forget, with the boy you’ll never forget.

[breedbun]

i want to strangle him.

warnings; possessiveness, obsession, not much more

desc; i cooked but im too damn lazy to actually write the sex part. lmk if y'all want the sex part later im too lazy :(

notes; im so gonna write howl, kaeya, and kaeya as howl fanfics after this istfg

"Did you really think you'd get away with this, comrade?" Tartaglia breathed down your neck, clutching your waist tight with his fingers digging into your skin. He's clearly angry, hostile, aggressive. And you know exactly why.

Getting used to the quiet, cold atmosphere of Snezhnaya when Tartaglia brought you all the way to his nation for a little public meeting between the Harbingers was an interesting time. Between watching Tartaglia eye you shamelessly, buy you endless amounts of lingerie and appealing clothing, you were also the subject of a few other of his colleagues.

Take Columbina, for example. She was teaching you the principles and needlework of sewing. Even if most Harbingers were absolutely insane and out of their minds, it's safe to say that some of them, too had.. normal hobbies. Whilst you accidentally pricked your finger with a needle, Tartaglia was just about to rush to your side and save you like he should as your prince charming, however.. Columbina takes the opportunity far too cheerfully. Gently holding your hand like a mother to her child, she'd lick your ever so small wound and taste your blood. You were just bewildered and you couldn't help but do anything except freeze up.. as usual.

The other day, Pantalone overheard your ranting to your dearest Tartaglia, words spilling out your mouth as if you had been holding these words in forever. What you endlessly and very passionately spoke about, was a rare flower that grew with gems growing naturally from the inside as it's nectar hardened. The flower's crystalline gem only lasted about 4 hours, before it'd start to mould and decay into nothing worth more than a speck of dirt. What did Pantalone do? Of course, since your beauty caught his eye, he had gladly offered this one of a kind, magnificent flora in amber, as it was preserved to keep the gem beautiful and shiny forever. As gorgeous, as unique and rare as the flowering diamond was, it wouldn't ever match up to your glowing self. To buy this, and see a smile crack from your face, would be the most utterly satisfying thing Pantalone could ever ask for. Delivering it in an exquisitely expensive jar, your little heart nearly burst out your chest, you even made a little jump and a squeak as Pantalone so kindly handed the precious treasure over to you.

Tartaglia had still been looking for that exact same flower, for you.. yet, he stood by a corner, silently glaring with blazing fury in his eyes. It was more than obvious, just how much the other Harbingers absolutely loved to see that envious look of possessive, unhealthy jealousy on Tartaglia's face. It was beyond amusing, his nose wrinkling, the way he'd barely be able to keep a poker face, the way he wanted oh so badly to rip them to pieces, yet he could never. Not when it'd risk not just him, his family, but you too.

Other small things, such as Dottore's disgustingly gruesome humour through presenting you with a clean, white, and very much real human heart in a special pink box.. that moment when Pierro had held your wrist in his large hand much too easily, kissing the back of your knuckles as a pink blush crept up your face.. when Arlecchino got the absolute nerve to invite you to be the House of The Hearth's "mother" as a male, to be her "wife" as a male, "jokingly".. when Sandrone deliberately called you a work of art, and she'd love to dissect—Pulcinella's special treatment with you!— He had absolutely ENOUGH. If he couldn't teach them a lesson, he'll just have to fuck it into you, then maybe your cute squishy pout can convince all of them to stop.

Maybe they'll find how envious Tartaglia was, knowing that they could flirt and pull moves on you all they wanted, but he was the one you would ALWAYS pick in a room full of their bunch. He was the one you stayed faithful to, he is the one you WILL marry, he is the one who will have children with you. He is the one you love. He is the one you will never forget. He will make sure of that.

@breedbun

[hannahssimblr]

Sometime later, while disposing of my beer can I overhear a snippet of her conversation with Shane. “... then ask her yourself,” she’s saying, and my ears perk up. 

“What are you two talking about?” Evie jumps about a foot in the air when I speak, which amuses me. “Sorry Evie, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Her hand is trembling as she touches her hair. “I was telling him that he should ask Claire on a date.” 

I hack out a laugh. Shane? Ask Claire on a date? Never. “Jen has him tortured about that, too. He won’t do it.”

Shane shuffles his feet around. “Ah, it’s not like that. I… I don’t fancy her.”

“You do though.”

“No…”

“Yes, obviously, man.”

“No, even if I did, I couldn’t… She’s too…” He seems ashamed for having the audacity to be attracted to her at all.

“Far be it from me to say anything nice about you,” Evie says. “But she’s been with uglier boys.”

I snort. “You’ll never know how she feels about you until you ask her. It’s not that hard. Text her and say that you want to hang out on your own with her.” It feels like we are ganging up on him, but I believe that guys like Shane, ones who are chronically awkward around the opposite sex, need to be bullied into romantic situations. He didn’t lose his virginity until January, for God’s sake. Mine feels like such a distant memory and is so detached from the intrinsic parts of who I am that I can hardly remember what it felt like to have it. 

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and stares at the black screen dolefully. “And how do I phrase that?”

I whip it out of his hands and locate his messages with Claire. It’s more pathetic than I anticipated. He’s said hi, she’s said hi back and like a gutless fool, he’s let the conversation shrivel and die right there, at the very first hurdle. I begin typing something else. Curious, Evie comes closer to peek at my work and I playfully shoulder her away. “This isn’t for your eyes, Evie. This is personal business.”

She’s making it hard to compose my masterpiece. The magic words that will make the beautiful, ethereal Claire O’Gorman fall in love with Shane, the guy with the squarest head I’ve ever seen in real life. It’s a challenge, but I can make it happen.

“Let me see!” she pesters, and I twist myself away. This way, that way, even lifting the phone above my head so that she can’t reach it. It’s not that I don’t want her to see it, I don’t care. Honestly, it’s just fun to play this game. I add the final bracket to the smiley face with a flourish and then I whirl on her. 

“You should mind your own business.” 

She pretends to be offended. “Why wouldn’t you show me?”

“Because it’s a private conversation!” Behind my back, I hand the phone back to Shane.

He grumbles. “Ah no, I can’t send this to her. Who would send this?”

“I would send it,” I say, and it’s true. I would send it. Just not in any circumstance where I was searching for a pure, healthy relationship with mutual respect and love. 

“What are we crying about?” Jen says, then her eyebrows fly up her forehead as Shane tilts the screen to her. “Let me have a guess at who typed this,” she jabs her finger at me and tuts, taking the phone out of his hands to delete what I wrote. 

Sit on my face :-) 

Is poetry. They just don’t possess enough knowledge to understand the nuance of my work. 

“Filthy.” She mutters. “Don’t let him send this to poor sweet Claire. Don’t worry, Shane, I’ll help you write something that a woman would appreciate.”

Evie raises an eyebrow at me as they pore over the phone. “Why didn’t you want me to see the text?”

“Because you wanted it too badly.” 

“The only reason I wanted to see it was because you wouldn’t show me!”

“Well, I guess you’ll never know.” I pluck a can of beer out of Kasper’s ink stained school bag and offer it to her. Though cheap, warm beer feels like a slightly insulting thing to present to someone as nice as she is. Still, it distracts from having to explain myself. “Do you want this?” 

She smirks. “Are you sure I’m allowed?”

“Yes, I’ll allow it.” 

She cracks it open and drinks with an ease that seems uncharacteristic. She doesn’t seem like a drinker, and I struggle to remember if she was doing so at the barbeque. 

“I’m surprised you guys will spare me a meagre can of your Tesco brand cider,” she throws me a sidelong glance, “seeing as I’m not allowed to smoke your weed or read your silly text messages.”

“You can smoke our weed.” I gesture towards Shane, texting Claire with his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. “Don’t let him stop you. Just go ask Joe and he’ll give you some.” 

She becomes very meagre and polite again. “Oh, no, I don’t feel like any right now, thanks.” 

“Sure.”

“You’re not smoking either.”

“No, I actually don’t ever smoke. Or do any drugs. I just don’t like the way that my body feels when I’ve had them.” Yes, it’s a lie, but only halfway. I haven’t done cocaine or molly in, like, a year, so I’m basically abstinent, and I don’t particularly like how any of it feels. The complete lack of control, and the inconsistency of the high, is unappealing. Not to mention the fact that I always feel like I have stolen two weeks of joy and meaning from my future self when I do them. The whole, truthful explanation is convoluted and I know explaining it will be overwhelming, so I change the subject. “So, what brought you and Liam into town tonight?” 

She sighs sadly and prods a boardwalk splinter with the toe of her shoe, “We wanted to come in and get something to eat and hang out together, but honestly, I don’t think it went well at all.”

“Oh really, why not?”

“He asked me to go to his debs with him.”

I figure it’s best to feign ignorance and get comfortable against the railing behind us. The wind from Wexford Harbour blows strands of fine hair across her face, and she hooks it behind her ears. 

“And what?” I press, “You said that you don’t want to go?”

“I said that I’ll think about it, and I know that’s not what he wanted to hear.”

“I mean, probably not, but if you don’t want to go, then he has to accept it.”

“Well, I don’t know whether I want to go or not. It just came up really suddenly, and I didn’t know how to answer him, so I just said that, and I think it’s probably as bad for him as if I had just said no. I wish I could go back and have another chance at that conversation, honestly.” 

I watch the side of her face. She doesn’t owe him a thing. “Well, if you were to go back now, would you say yes?”

“Maybe.”

“And for who?”

She frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Who would you be saying yes for? For yourself or for him, because you know it’s what he’d want you to say?”

My question seems to frustrate her. “I don’t know. Him, I guess. I just don’t want him to be mad at me.”

“You know already that’s not a good enough reason. If you don’t feel like going, then just say no, he can deal with it.”

“I know that it sounds really stupid to you, probably, but I really can’t stand it when people are upset around me. I feel like I have to do everything in my power to make them forgive me.”

“Including going to the debs with Liam, even though you don’t want to do that?”

“Well... I didn’t say I don’t want to go with him.”

“Okay, well hypothetically then.”

“Hypothetically… yeah, I would go.”

I chuckle, “You’re an enigma.” 

“Nothing that deep, I don’t think. Just allergic to conflict.”

“Well… do whatever you have to do, but personally… I don’t think I’d give a shit if someone like Liam was annoyed at me. What is he going to do?”

She turns her whole body towards me, eyes wide like my casual demeanour is offensive to her, “be mad and make me feel awful!” She declares. “He already did that this morning and I’ve been feeling ill all day over it, you should have seen him when he opened the Surf Shack, he didn’t even want to let me inside to talk to him, and he was just-”

“But why was he like that with you this morning?”

She hesitates. “I… forgot to text him back.”

“Evie…”

“I know, but I left the texts unread for nearly a whole day.”

“There are messages in my phone that have gone unanswered for months.”

“Yeah, but it’s different when it’s- it’s just different with Liam and I.”

“He’s not your boyfriend.”

“He isn’t.” 

I sense we could go around in circles like this forever, and the fact of the matter is that she seems to have some clear lack of understanding about what she owes to that boy and what she doesn’t. I know I’m not getting anything through to her, so eventually I just let her off the hook.

“Are you cold?” I ask her as a palpable shiver rips through her body. The skin of her forearms is goose-pimpled as that bracing wind whips around us both and rocks the boats moored to the dock. She’s only wearing a tiny pair of denim shorts and a top made from the sort of material that’s almost see-through.

“No, I’m alright. I’ll survive.” She says.

Jen interrupts us before I am compelled by forces that transcend common sense to be very foolish and obvious and put my hoodie on Evie, and it’s just as well. 

“We’re thinking of going to that nightclub in town.” She informs us. “Do you guys want to come?”

“I don’t have ID,” Evie says. “They won’t let me in.”

“Oh yeah, shoot, you’re not old enough. I forgot.”

“Go on without me, though. I don’t mind. It sounds like a lot of fun.”

Jen hesitates, “Are you sure? How will you get home?”

“I’ll get a taxi, I suppose.” 

It’s a ridiculous idea. “I’ll take you home,” I say, and it’s not a big deal. I’m going that way, anyway. 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I don’t mind getting the taxi.” She glances up and down the quays, and the idea of it feels wrong. She’s never been here before, and wouldn’t even know where to go to hail one. 

“Let me bring you home. It’s no problem.”

She smiles at me, relieved, while I pointedly ignore the looks that everyone else is giving me. Especially Jen. I’ll be hearing about this later, I’m doubtless, but for now I will pretend that I live in a world where she can mind her own business. 

When we break from the group and walk towards the other end of the quay, I am conscious of the silence, of the hollow sound our footsteps make on the boards. The waves break in steady succession against the rock bank below us. 

Here, the wind is increasing, and the land is completely exposed to the coast. Even during balmy summer evenings, it never stays warm all night. Evie should have brought a coat with her, and as she clutches her arms around her narrow body, I wonder why she never thought to. 

“You’re cold,” I say, and she nods, finally, in agreement. Her teeth are bared and chattering and the tip of her nose has gone pink.

“Yes, I’m cold.”

“Here.” I decide that I no longer mind being foolish and obvious when there is nobody else looking, so I remove my hoodie and hand it to her. It is huge. She needs to roll the sleeves up so that they don’t hang ridiculously to her knees like she’s wearing the clothing of some sort of ape, and as I watch her do it, I catch myself resisting the urge to help her.

One last shudder leaves her body. “Where did you park your car?” 

“I didn’t bring it.”

“So we’re walking?!” 

I laugh. “No! I cycled. Oh, hang on,” the keys to my bike lock are still inside my hoodie, so I slip my hand inside to get them. I don’t think she’ll mind, but she jumps as soon as my fingers graze her thigh through the material of the pocket. I flinch. “Oh, sorry.” The lock releases easily and I untangle my bike from a pole. It’s a shit heap, bent spokes and broken pedals galore. I gesture to it humorously. “Well, hop on,”

“Okay!” she climbs on after me, perching on the pannier rack while my fingers flex around the handlebars with anticipation. She adjusts herself, and then her arms poke around my sides and hook around my waist. The feeling of her pressed up against me sets off a series of feelings in my body, which I push to the side and staunchly ignore. 

“Tighter than that,” I tell her, and as her arms lock around me, her wrist grasped in her hand, I kick free from the curb and wheel away into the night.

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Corresponding LG Chapter [2]

[st0rygirl3]

Hottest Killer part 2 - Matt Sturniolo ༊*·˚

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*HEAVILY BASED ON GHOST FACE AND THE CRAZY STALKER VIBE*

Part 1

What are you supposed to do when there’s been reports of crazy killer running around your neighborhood and once he finally gets to you, decides murder isn’t the right plan?

⚠️Warnings⚠️:

🔞MDNI 🔞 but I’m not ur mother

fem!reader x ROUGH!dom!Matt Sturniolo Suggestive content, smut content, stalker content, stalkerish, talks of being crazy, talk about murderers, kinda r8pe but overall consensual. Full filth, choking, spanking, and hair pulling kinks, P in V, unprotected sex (please be safe) {kinda cheesy cutesy fluff} aftercare!

A/N: o.m.g. I didn’t not expect part one to get 33 notes!!! That is so completely insane to me, thank you so much for liking my story and interacting! So ofc I had to make a part 2, and maybe a part 3 depending on where this one goes and what yall want! Thank you so much again and enjoy! My writing is still improving but I hope you enjoy!

It had been a few weeks since your interaction with Matt, and god you could not get him off your mind. Staying up till 12, waiting for his return, holding the note in your hand, but he never showed. It was Friday, 8pm and you’re sitting on your bed laid back with your laptop resting on your lap.

Your phone began to buzz, and your head snapped over to look at it. Confused, you grabbed the phone and looked where the name or phone number of the person should be, but all it read was ‘Unknown’. Immediately part of you hoped it was Matt, but the other half prayed it was anyone but. Yes, he said he’d be back, but back for what? To kill you for real this time?

You took in a deep breath and clicked the answer button, to which a darker voice than you remembered from that night came through. “Comfy gorgeous?” The dark voice said, laced with an uncomfortable feeling. Your stomach sank at the voice, it sounded somewhat familiar, but not familiar enough to be Matt. “I’m sorry who’s this?” You responded nervously. The caller was like a dog, able to sense your nervousness and fear, answering with a dark chuckle. “You know who it is, sweetheart.” The voice lightened up more, still holding an uncomfortable dark tone, but the voice almost warped, into Matt’s voice, like a voice filter had been turned off. “The one you’ve been touching yourself to. Can’t get me outta your head after that night can ya princess?” The voice said cockily. You were speechless, unsure of what to say. How did he know that? You looked up and saw your large bedroom window, with curtains dripping down the sides, not fully closed. The sky was pitch black. “Matt?” You asked shakily. “Yes princess?” The voice answered. You got up and walked to your window looking outside, where you saw Matt standing in your backyard, looking up at you with piercing blue eyes, just as you remembered. He had his hat on and mask covering the bottom half of his face. He had his phone up to his ear, and a brown bag in the other hand. “Brought food for you. Care to come open the door?” The voice said as you stumbled back in surprise. You somehow dropped your phone on the floor but didn’t mind it. You grabbed the knife under your pillow just incase.

Creeping down the steps you turned left, walking to where your back door is. You walked to the back door carefully, placing your hand on the handle as you saw Matt began to calmly approach the door from the outside. You began pulling the door, shaking but a weird excitement seemed to counteract that. As you fully slid the door open you backed up, and Matt walked forward, until your back was pressed against the counter, and he was centimeters away from you. He placed the brown food bag around you on the counter. His gaze directed to the knife in your hand, making you nervous. “Gonna try and kill me?” Matt said with a raised eyebrow, sounding almost amused. “I-it was just for self defense.” You said defensively. “I already told you, you are way too pretty to murder.” Matt said placing his thumb on your chin, and curled his pointer finger and placing it under your chin, tilting you to look up at him. You guys stayed there, making intense eye contact for a solid minute, questioning eachother through gazes. Having a conversation with our talking, but Matt cut the silence. “Would you like to eat?” Matt said releasing your chin. You walked away from him and towards the brown bag, which you approached cautiously. You grabbed it quickly, opening it slowly. Inside you saw sealed sushi rolls. Your eyes widened, you loved sushi. You quickly smiled grabbing out a roll and chop sticks. You ran to the living room and sat down on your couch, excited to eat. Matt hung up his hat and mask on the coat hanger, grabbing the bag and following you to the living room. When you saw his face again, with stubble of his beard your stomach turned.

You shook your head, he was a murderer, a criminal, you can’t like him- no way. But fuck those eyes, that perfect jawline…it killed you.

You looked back up at him as he had a hand on the back of his head rubbing it awkwardly, awaiting an invitation to join you. He looked almost flustered? You sighed and patted the seat next to you, which he quickly took, resting his arm on the top of the couch behind you. Spreading his legs wide enough to make you feel some way. The postion he was in made you wet at the sight. You pushed down the emotions and looked at the tv, fumbling with the remote to find something to watch. You finally decided on some 2000s movie. You set the sushi on the coffee table and turned to Matt who was already staring at you with a smirk, and his head leaned back on the couch. Your face grew red, you could feel it heating up. The dirty thoughts started clouding your mind, filling your eyes with lust. Imaging his veiny hands holding your neck as he pounded yo- “Y/N.” Matt interrupted. You quickly snapped back to reality, finding his gaze again. “Y-yeah?”you said nervously. Matt wasted no time, “How bad do you want to kiss me right now?” He said with a smirk, leaning in closer. “More than I want to…” you spat out. “Yeah?” Matt said voice laced with lust and need. “Then what are you waiting for?” Matt said getting even closer, your noses almost touching. His hand began running up your thigh causing you to gasp. You placed you hand on his cheek, and before you can talk yourself out of it you smash your lips onto his. You fight his tongue for dominance, and once you begin winning Matt grabs your hips and moves you to his lap, never breaking the kiss. You put both hands on either side of his face, just to bring him as close at possible. You begin rocking your hips against him growing erection, causing him to let out a groan in your mouth. He tangled one hand in your hair and kept the other planted on your ass, squeezing ever so lightly. He broke the kiss, letting you catch your breath. “This wrong…you’re a criminal, I should have you arrested.” You said shaking your head. “Oh sweet girl, I am not a murderer. I’d never hurt a soul.” Matt smirked. You just sighed, against your better judgement leaned back in for another more passionate kiss. “I think I’d let you hurt me.” You sighed. Matt lifted his hand and wrapped it softly around your neck, causing the heat between your legs begin to pool. “Yeah? Thing is..I could never hurt you.” Matt said as he began kissing your neck, leaving hickeys. “Shorts and panties off.” Matt demanded. You quickly got up and removed your shorts and panties as he removed his sweats and boxers. You got back on Matt, hovering above his throbbing cock. He looked up at you, “Do you wanna do this Y/N?” Matt asked sweetly. You nodded quickly, “please.” You begged. Matt placed his hands on your hips and began lowering you down, stretching out your walls inch by inch. You let out whines as his thick long cock spread you out slowly. Desperately you sunk quickly in his cock, taking him in full. Causing him to let out a groan, burying his nose in your neck. Matt lifted you up a little, supporting you wait. Matt began railing you upward, starting slow. “That’s it baby, taking me like a good girl.” Matt praised keeping his eyes on yours.

“Faster Matt please!” You begged. Matt took your request and began thrusting harder, grunting with each thrust as you moaned uncontrollably. You couldn’t control the sounds slipping out. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking beautiful girl.” Matt demanded with breathy moans in between. “I’m thinking how fucking….” You gasped with a moan. “How fucking sexy you are…how bad I need you.” You confessed. Matt flipped you on all fours, gripping your hips he began mercilessly slamming into you. You began screaming his name, his dirty words praising you. He grabbed your hair in a pony and pulled on it. You felt your stomach began to tighten, your worlds colliding. “G-gonna cum!” You screeched. “Cum for me baby.” Matt urged. Your walls tightened, begging for his cum. Matt’s thrust began getting sloppier and you could tell his was close. “Inside of me…” you begged. Matt groaned as he sunk his cock fully inside of you, filling you up completely. Matt fell onto your back, his chest crashing with your back. Matt put in a few more thrusts, finishing you off completely. As he pulled out and you crashed down he sat up next to you catching his breath. You flipped over quickly and sat up on your knees on the couch. You grabbed his cheeks turning him to face you. “You’re not leaving again.” You demanded. Matt smiled softly. “Anything for my princess.” Matt smirked before carrying you bridal style up to your bathroom. Setting you in the stand up shower he turned on the hot water, climbing in next to you, finally fully naked. You clung to him as he held your waist, he began rubbing in soap all around your body. “God you’re beautiful.” He praised you smiled putting your forehead against his upper chest. He kissed your head sweetly.

After the shower he dried you off, taking you to your room and throwing you on the bed with a laugh. You giggled as he came to hover over you, his hands on either side of your head.

You felt something touching your stomach, looking down to see his hard erect penis. You began palming him as he let out a groan.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Y/N…” Matt warned.

People who asked for part 2 !!! (I’ll make a tag list thingy soon❤️)

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[jenchan-writingmultis]

Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons

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A/n: I wanna emphasize further headcanons for Sylus cause he got me in a chokehold, NSFW isn’t a lot cause I couldn’t think of much. I hope you like this one! Also, when I was writing this, Rafayel was on my screen saying “Babe don’t move, I wanna see if I can see myself in the reflection of your eyes” I am so sorry baby boy.

Also, I apologize for the separated posts, I, once again, reached the Tumblr limit. <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

Pairing: Sylus x AFAB Reader Warning: Toxic! Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Forced Drug Usage, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Sadistic! Sylus, Cussing, Blood, SYLUS! (He gets his own warning) If there are warnings that I didn’t notice, please let me know, thank you!

Masterlist Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Part One)

Sylus SFW Headcanons (Part Two) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ NSFW:

✄ He’s into manhandling. No matter what your size is, tall, short, chubby, or not, he will make sure that you know that even if you loom over him, you’ll be the one kneeling.

✄ He’s such a pussy man, he loves how pretty that part of you is, and while he finds you gorgeous in every way, he does have a certain infatuation with his girl down there.

✄ He’s the type to mating press you, he loves the way you whine about how your legs can’t hold out much longer, how you’re already sore, you think he’d give a shit? Your pussy is fluttering around his girth, he’ll stop when he gets to fill you up.

✄ He’s not really into cumming all over your body, he likes spilling it inside, the way your pussy twitches and tightens around his cock, that drives him wild.

✄ Sylus has demonic stamina, especially with how pent up he is, merely stalking you, watching you kiss other men, you think he wouldn’t bruise you up and make your body have the most mind-blowing orgasm? Spoiler alert! He would.

✄ While he has great control over himself, if you try to grind on him, or press your chest on his body, you’ll be bent over whatever counter was nearby and he’s going to breed you there. It’ll be unfortunate if you’re not into exhibitionism because he is.

✄ He doesn’t masturbate, he doesn’t see a need to, but if you insist on sucking him off, who’s he to say no? he’d let you roam your hands on his body if you’d like even.

✄ THIS MAN, IS INTO OVERSTIMULATION, he already loves seeing you cry, what more if it was cause you can’t cum anymore? Whether it’s on his mouth or dick, he’ll keep telling you that you can still cum. Heck, he’ll taunt you for it.

“Don’t tell me that’s all you can do? That’s disappointing, and here I thought that a renowned Hunter could take more.”

✄ He’s into BDSM. He already found you chained up arousing what more if he could tie you up further? Have your tits squished, and your stomach pressed on by ropes that could leave marks on your body? He loves that you’re sobbing cause of how tight it is, watch him fuck pleasure into your pain.

✄ Since he’s into BDSM, his favorite would be sensory deprivation, he likes covering your eyes, gagging you up, and making you guess which toy he’ll be using on you, it could be those round clit vibrators or the phallic-shaped ones. Either way, he uses all kinds of sex toys on you, as long as it gets you to sob underneath that blindfold, he’s satisfied.

✄  Not into quickies, he likes to edge you till you squirt on him, and he doesn’t like making you orgasm too fast, however, if he’s been too busy to give you attention when he wants to, he’ll have your recent outfit ripped off since he got a 20-minute break, and he needs some pent up energy to take out.

“It’s much better if you don’t wear anything whenever I go home pretty, taking off your outfit is troublesome.”

[idololivine]

So You Want To Write Olivine

a post by someone who likes the big titty gacha priest way too much (inspired by @halfetirosie's edpost)

note: I will be citing my sources, but I won't be including screenshots because. man. that would be so many screenshots.

note 2: even if you don't want to write Olivine (presumably because you are not a writer) you can still read this to become Blorbo Understander

note 3: I'll link the lore spreadsheet here again. it hasn't been updated in a hot minute, but it's still a great resource for trivia from earlier events.

Level 1: The Themes

First off: what is Olivine about? What are his values and narrative themes?

Kindness

Olivine is, at his core, someone who always tries to choose kindness. There are too many examples to fully list: he's a priest whose entire job is to be the religious and emotional pillar of a community. He helps run a church daycare for children and writes storybooks in his spare time, because the church can't justify spending donation money on toys. He teaches Eiden how to read and write Klein script. He nursed an injured rabbit monster back to health when he was at school. All three of his intimacy gifts are used for teaching children: kids' story books, wooden cards that are education tools, and paint for making picture books.

This isn't to say he's always perfect and correct. We've seen him wrongly project his own struggles onto other people in Festive Glimmer, when Olivine assumes Allie must be struggling the same way Olivine did. We've also seen him express worry over Garu and Karu in Forest Carnival, only to realize that they're much more skilled in the wilderness than he is. Olivine tries to do good, but that doesn't mean he's immune to trying too hard and becoming patronizing instead. He's aware of and self-conscious about this though, so you can easily justify ignoring it if that's convenient for the plot.

The other dark side of this is that this desire to help can easily lead into self-sacrifice. In his Idol Fest rooms, Olivine is afraid of disappointing his fans and eats biscuits that are too spicy for his stomach because they were a gift from a fan. He also can't say no when his fans mob him, leading to his date with Eiden getting ruined. He doesn't understand when Eiden tells him that it's not his fault if people feel disappointed. This comes back again in his Welcome to Elysium rooms, which focus on his difficulty saying no. Olivine tries to help someone who is supposedly stuck in debt, which leads to him and Eiden being dosed with aphrodisiacs and nearly forced into having sex in front of a crowd. Olivine is mournful of the fact that he just wants to help, but that wish comes with a price.

The most extreme example of self-sacrifice comes in chapter 12(1). After Rei tells Olivine that continuing to regulate the altar incorrectly will kill him, Olivine apologizes for doing harm. He doesn't even react to being told that continuing this way will kill him; his own life is of secondary importance to the fact that he hurt people. This comes after a lifetime of trying to repress everything he wants and is in order to do what he's told: he's used to carving out parts of himself to make space for others' demands.

TL;DR - Olivine loves helping at every opportunity he can. Sometimes that means trying to help people who don't need that help. Sometimes it means he's sacrificing something to help or is being taken advantage of. As a writer, you can play his kindness straight for fluff, or you can lean into his self-sacrificial nature for drama.

Sub-theme: Boundaries

This is sort of a sub-theme of the above. Because he's so prone to self-sacrifice, Olivine's narrative is in part about learning that he's allowed to have boundaries and about learning how to establish those boundaries.

See again: Idol Fest intimacy rooms. Eiden tells Olivine that disappointment is something people have to learn to deal with, and Olivine isn't obligated to meet everyone's expectations. He can't ignore his own feelings to keep others happy, and if he tries, the people who really care about him will be the ones disappointed in the end. His Festive Glimmer rooms are similar: Olivine and Eiden come across a father-son pair where the son is chafing under his father's overly strict expectations when all he wants is to spend time with his father. Olivine comes away resolving that one day he'll have the courage to talk to his own father, too. Ultimately, they're both about Olivine slowly understanding that he, too, is allowed to tell people when they're hurting him.

The sub-theme of boundaries goes both ways. In Elysium Olivine's rooms, he worries that he's asking too much of Eiden because Eiden is so focused on fulfilling Olivine's desires. The resolution of this, at the end of r5, is that they have a talk about safe words. Olivine learns to trust that Eiden will establish his own boundaries and will say when something really is too much for him.

TL;DR - after a lifetime of being taught that he's never allowed to say no to other people, Olivine is now learning that boundaries are good for everyone involved! Good for him!

Religion

Olivine, as a priest, obviously has religion as a central part of his narrative. Now, the game doesn't explicitly say that he had a crisis of faith, but his actions leading up to ch 4 (smearing monster cum on the altar) is absolutely subtextually a crisis of faith. This is the moment Olivine doubts what he's been told is God's plan for him and tries to break free from it. However, by the end of the chapter, his faith is reaffirmed. Olivine attributes his chance meeting with Eiden to the God of Klein, and says that his soul has been saved. Chapter 4 is Olivine's redemption arc, in the religious sense of the word: Olivine comes close to losing faith entirely, but the events that follow end up reaffirming his faith instead.

Notably, the game makes sure to mark the distinction between faith and religion. After chapter 4 Olivine's faith becomes unshakeable, but he continually struggles against the church. The most obvious example comes from Idol Fest (transcript here), where the church disapproves of idols and Olivine gets scolded by his parents for becoming one, only to find out that Tidal Wave has a lot of secret supporters within the church. Olivine's faith isn't ever in question, but he certainly is struggling against official church doctrine, as are countless other clergy members.

Aster: In truth, quite a few of the top brass at the church are big Tidal Wave of Summer fans. They acted like they were against it on the surface, but it didn't take them long to come around.

The church is blatantly hypocritical, and everyone suffers for it. Olivine resolves to change the church so that people will be freer to express and engage with harmless desires.

Another interesting thing is that there's evidence to suggest that Olivine's upbringing was unusually strict even for someone of the faith. Compare his behavior to his siblings': his siblings jumpscare Eiden and drag him into bushes, sneak out to swim in an unsafe lake (Zest rooms), and shout at actors (Olivine) during plays (Princess rooms). They're sweet, they're incredibly mischievous, and they're childish. They're allowed to be children in ways that Olivine never was. It's incredibly unlikely that they weren't also raised to be religious, so we can reasonably conclude that Olivine's situation isn't the norm for his religion. He likely had extra pressure piled on him due to his status as a clan member and the need for him to be the one who takes over the family temple.

TL;DR - Olivine's personal faith isn't the reason for his struggles - the church is. You don't necessarily need to know this if you skirt around the topic of religion, but if you do write about it, it's important to keep the distinction in mind.

Desire

Sexual desire, obviously. But also Olivine actually has a lot of desires that aren't about sex. He wants to leave the temple. He wants to travel and see more of the world. He wants to teach his younger siblings how to swim (Zest rooms). He wants to go to fairs with his friends, he wants companionship, he wants someone who sees his flaws and loves him anyway. And yes, he wants to fuck nasty. But that's only a fraction of the desires he's not allowed to have, and pretending otherwise is a huge disservice to his character.

The thing about Olivine is that he was made to repress his non-sexual desires just as much as his sexual desires. He was reprimanded for wanting to go to a fair with his friends instead of singing in a recital (Idol Fest intimacy rooms). He was told that he was never allowed to leave the temple. He had to fold origami in secret as a child (2023 birthday whispers). These are incredibly tame, non-sexual desires that Olivine still wasn't allowed to have. Having to repress sexual desires is already a very difficult thing, but Olivine's situation was even worse: he had to repress every single desire. That's a horrific way to live, and this constant repression leads to even darker desires - in his darkest moments, Olivine has desires to destroy everything because it's the only way he can think of to escape.

At the same time, his sexual desires are important. This game being what it is, his sexual desires serve as a shorthand for all his desires, sexual and non-sexual. If he's allowed to have this forbidden fruit, this ultimate sin, then doesn't it stand to reason that he's allowed to have all the lesser things as well? Doesn't that mean he's allowed to desire and have happiness?

(Read Dungeon Meshi if desires is a theme you're interested in.)

TL;DR - Olivine's struggle with desire isn't limited to sexual desire, but involves being denied non-sexual desires as well. This is less relevant if you're writing PWP, but highly relevant if you're writing anything with any amount of plot.

Combinations

Now that you have the building blocks, it's time to combine them. A lot of Olivine's struggles are about the tension between what he wants and what he's been taught; not just in the sense of religious teachings, but also in the sense of his strict upbringing.

His kindness is in conflict with a church that is at times more concerned with Looking Right than with Doing Right. His desires are in conflict with an upbringing that told him that he, specifically, was not allowed to have any. His own kindness and desire to do good can come in conflict with his desire to be free, especially in times of high stress: see chapter 4, and also his Blood Key rooms (more on that later). He's learning that he's allowed to have boundaries, but those boundaries continue to be pushed by his church and parish, and he himself doesn't always know how to enforce them.

You don't necessarily need to dig into these conflicts every time, especially if you're writing a something like a fluffy drabble. But if you want something to sink your teeth into wrt drama/angst, this is where you can start digging.

Level 2: The Thoughts

So that's what Olivine's about. But how does he think?

Self-loathing

Self-loathing, Catholic guilt - whatever you want to call it, Olivine has so much of it. This section discusses canonical self harm. Skip this if that's a trigger.

In Chimes of Darkness, we learn that Olivine still holds onto guilt from chapter 4, when he endangered countless people due to his desire to escape. This guilt is why he tries to ward off Eiden and Yakumo and infiltrate the cult alone - he views it as his duty to ensure that no one else gets hurt because of him.

In Blood Key, we learn that Olivine has a history of self-harm. The Sorcerer's Trials has rules against sex on school grounds, so between that and the pressures put on him by the church, after Olivine touches himself (presumably for the first time) he self-harms out of fear and guilt. Afterwards he continues a fucked-up cycle of giving in to sexual desire then self-harming to repent - we see a scene of a teenage Olivine praying to God for forgiveness before self-harming.

In his Blood Key intimacy rooms, we also learn that Olivine has destructive impulses. One instance comes from his time at the Sorcerer's Trials - one student accuses him of being a voyeur (because Oli did in fact watch the guy fuck), only for the rest of the class+teacher to refute the accusation by talking about how perfect Olivine is. The pressure of perfection stresses Olivine out, and for a moment, he gathers enough power to destroy the entire classroom before snapping out of the impulse.

The second instance is chapter 4 of the main story, where Olivine's desperation to escape leads him to put monster cum on the altar, leading to a lot of people being endangered by the monsters being drawn there.

The third instance comes from the aforementioned accuser coming back to declare that he and Olivine are the exact same: chasing their desires at the cost of everything else. The guy tells Olivine that even if Olivine tries to live an upright life, his dark desires will come out eventually, and Olivine comes close to believing him because of his previous destructive impulses. To prove his point, the guy threatens to kill Eiden with a spell that can only be released if the caster lifts it - or if the caster loses consciousness. The only reason Olivine doesn't end up committing murder is because Eiden manages to break through the spell and help stabilize Olivine's essence and emotions.

After the guy is arrested, Olivine admits to Eiden that he's afraid that one day he'll lose control and become the kind of person who would blindly carry out those destructive impulses. The reasons why he has those impulses doesn't matter to Olivine - the fact that he has them at all is proof that he's secretly an awful person. He is either perfect saint, in action and in thought, or he's an irredeemable sinner.

In the Welcome to Elysium ladder collection screen, Olivine has the following line:

If there ever comes a day you want to leave me... please tell me.

As far as I know, Olivine is the only clan member who not only acknowledges the possibility of Eiden choosing to leave him, but also preemptively accepts it. It's wholly unlike Quincy or Kuya having to accept that they will inevitably outlive Eiden - Olivine's quote is about Eiden choosing to leave him. There's no protest to this, no "please stay", just "please tell me". Eiden hasn't so much as hinted at thinking of this and Olivine has already made his peace with the possibility. Not only that, but Olivine apparently feels that this is something he needed to make sure Eiden knows. We see in his Elysium rooms that Olivine is afraid that he asks too much of Eiden and that Eiden might be unable to say no to things he can't or doesn't want to do. It's reasonable to extrapolate that Olivine is afraid that he's trapping Eiden in a relationship he doesn't want to be in, or that if that isn't already happening, it will happen someday. Personal interpretation incoming, but I think Olivine doesn't love himself enough to understand why someone else might love him unconditionally.

If you remember the examples of self-sacrifice from the Kindness section, I'll also say that I believe those are examples of Olivine having low self-worth. I would argue that his willingness to deny his own feelings in favor of other people's is demonstrative of him simply valuing himself as a person less than he values other people. Remember how his intimacy gifts are all for teaching kids, directly or indirectly? The gifts that make him happy aren't for him, they're for other people.

TL;DR - he hides his self-loathing, guilt, and low self-worth very well, even from Eiden, but he actually struggles a lot with it.

Curiosity

Olivine is also very curious! He loves learning! He loves reading! The Neon Carnival 2 Q&A states that his favorite place in Aster's mansion is the library. His first event, Zest for Life, features him wanting to see the Great Hunt and then begging to join it. It's also why his sex scenes are so experimental: it takes very little convincing to get him to try new things.

Personal interpretation incoming: I think it's fair to say that his curiosity is one of the driving forces behind his struggle with his upbringing. We know his father is a very strict man from Zest Olivine's rooms, so much that prior to his pilgrimage, not even the king's orders would have swayed him. We also know that Olivine's religion is very Christian-coded - very much not a religion where curiosity is encouraged. I think we can extrapolate this to mean that Olivine had a childhood where asking questions was discouraged, if not outright punished.

Putting together Olivine's natural curiosity and his strict childhood paints a depressing picture: one where questions were equivalent to disobedience, where Olivine would have been reprimanded and punished for doing the thing that children are built to do. Despite this, he remains curious all the way into adulthood. His love for learning is such an intrinsic part of him that no amount of cruelty could completely kill it.

On a lighter note, he's also a very book-smart person with a formal academic background, having attended the Sorcerer's Trials. (If you missed Chimes of Darkness, the Sorcerer's Trials is a top secret academy for training the country's best sorcerers. It is also a seminary. Don't ask me why.) During his time at the ST, he developed an original spell that could be used to see faraway places - it's unclear exactly how difficult it is to develop a spell in the game's magic system, but Olivine talks about needing to do research and testing, so it probably isn't easy. If you wanted to explore how magic works in the game's setting, Olivine and Rei are the characters who would know the most about the academic/scientific side of that.

TL;DR - despite coming from a background that tried to suppress his natural curiosity, he maintains a deep love for learning. He's also formally educated, having gone to magic/bible college as a teenager.

Loneliness

The topic of loneliness is first explicitly named in Teacher Oli's rooms, but the theme of isolation has been present since the beginning. Even though Olivine is surrounded by people, he's also been put on a pedestal by them; he doesn't allow anyone to see his true self, because he's been told his entire life that his true self is a disappointment. He's more honest with Eiden, but even then he's still hesitant to divulge his inner thoughts unless Eiden continues to prompt him (see: Blood Key's story, where Eiden gets Olivine to admit to what's bothering him by having Olivine act like he's at confessional).

Circling back to the explicit naming of loneliness in Teacher Oli's rooms. We learn that Olivine developed a spell that shows him faraway places and places he didn't even know existed because he knew he'd likely never be allowed to leave the temple to see those places. It's a spell that would seem useless to most people, but it's precious treasure in Olivine's lonely life.

Level 3: The Trauma

So. We know what Olivine's about, and we know how he thinks. But why is he like this?

Childhood

Olivine was essentially groomed from birth to become a priest. Because of his gemstone, he was raised with the expectation that he would take over his family's temple one day. His upbringing was unbelievably strict as a result.

Examples: He used to hide under the covers at night to do origami as a kid, though now that he no longer has to hide as an adult, he's lost the habit of doing origami (2023 birthday whispers). He was scolded for wanting to go to a fair with his friends instead of performing at a recital (Idol Fest intimacy rooms), something that he explicitly links to his fear of disappointing people.

It paints a picture of Olivine's childhood as one where he wasn't allowed to do Normal Children Things, like. Play. My god, imagine teeny little Olivine having to do origami in secret because he wasn't allowed to do it openly. It's origami.

I digress. Essentially, Olivine had a horribly strict upbringing in order to force him into the priesthood. Instead of rebelling, Olivine tries his best to do what he's told, but is never perfect enough to live up to those impossible standards.

Sorcerer's Trials

The following section discusses canonical self harm. Skip this section if that's a trigger.

As a teenager, Olivine is recruited to attend the Sorcerer's Trials. It's not clear what level of education the ST is (or even whether our concepts of primary-secondary-tertiary education exist in Klein), but no one bats an eye at Yakumo attending the ST as a 22yo, so it's likely closer to university than high school. Furthermore, the ST is an institute that is so secret that no letters are allowed in or out. This means that as a teenager, Olivine attended a boarding school far away from home with zero means of contacting anyone from home.

Inserting personal experience here: it's a wild experience to go from a home that actively diminishes you to an institute that simply does not care about you as a person as long as you produce results. It's not "from the frying pan into the fire" so much as it is moving from one form of cruelty to a different yet equal form of cruelty. It fucks you up in a specific way that I'm still disentangling within myself. So I can't really further explain how the ST affected Olivine, because I'm still figuring out how my extremely similar experience affected me.

But even though I can't explain the psychology of it, I can list the visible effects of it. The Sorcerer's Trials reinforced Olivine's understanding that sexual desire is something he's not allowed to have, and it kickstarted his cycle of giving in to sexual desire and then self-harming to repent for it. (See: the Self-loathing section.)

TL;DR - boarding school fucks you up.

Priesthood

Olivine took over the priesthood 3 months before chapter 4, the same time monsters start causing trouble in the area. On the first read through it seems like he starts smearing monster cum the moment he's ordained, but in actuality, he says that he took over the priesthood 3 months ago, not that he was ordained 3 months ago. We know from chapter 12(1) that the temple has multiple priests, so in all likelihood Olivine has been a priest for much longer than 3 months by the time he meets Eiden, he just wasn't the head priest of the temple.

Also, Olivine's parents left on a pilgrimage immediately after he took over the priesthood of the temple, so they're dicks.

In chapter 4, Olivine says to Eiden that he realized after being ordained that he never wanted to be a priest. However, in his R rooms, he's come to enjoy being a priest. Eiden likens it to his own experiences with his job: he did love being a designer, but not when it was his entire life. Olivine is steadfastly devout and loves serving his community as a leader, and I think he just needed to see for himself that he had the ability to walk away if he needed or wanted to. To paraphrase the theme of Welcome to Elysium, choices are only meaningful if one has the freedom to choose, which includes the freedom to say no.

Level 4: Let's Talk About Sex

I've separated this part out because I wanted to highlight Olivine's non-horny traits first. I think that a lot of the time people simplify his entire character to "lol horny priest", but if you've read this far, then hopefully you'll understand that there's a lot more to him than just that. If you skipped to this part, I am very sad. I worked hard on the rest of this.

If you follow this blog you know that I'm absolutely not one to shy away from sexualizing him, but the thing is, he's not actually a shameless slut - half the point of his character is that he has a LOT of shame! His arc is about his struggle to reconcile his desires vs everything he's ever been taught. Those desires aren't entirely about sex, but sex is still a huge component.

To write Olivine porn, it's helpful to have a vague sense of where in the timeline you are. Earlier gives you more shame, later gives you less shame - unpacking a lifetime of indoctrination takes time. Though if you don't include anything that would the fic to specific points in the timeline, your options are a lot more flexible. Remember: characterization is contextual to the circumstances and whom the other character(s) is/are. If you understand a character well enough, you can pull off things that might seem OOC on paper but completely make sense in context. This section is heavily dependent on my personal interpretations.

A lot of his increasing shamelessness is also deeply tied to his trust in Eiden. I don't think it's unrealistic for him to be seducing another clan member, but I do think that it's difficult to pull off him being dominant with someone he hasn't slept with before; he defaults to shysweet-sub mode when he's unsure about things. (See Elysium r2, where Olivine's shyly subby and hesitant because he's new to pole dancing.) I don't think it's impossible to have him confidently dom a clan member he hasn't slept with before, but it would take a certain amount of Manufacturing Circumstances. The paths of less resistance would be him being subby and/or uncertain even if he was the one to seduce the other guy, or for it to be an established relationship.

On the note of seduction, that also depends on where in the timeline you fall. Before Teacher Oli, he often maintains a level of plausible deniability. Think of it this way: instead of posing it as a direct question to Eiden that Eiden might say no to, Olivine structures his seduction in a way where Eiden could just pretend he saw nothing instead of directly saying no. For example, Kleinmas Oli r1-2 has Olivine giving Eiden the remote to his nipple vibrators but telling Eiden that it's a hand warmer. Eiden only figures out that it's a remote when he tries injecting essence into the "hand warmer".

In Teacher Oli's r2, Olivine jumps on Eiden after a lesson to suck him off. It's noted that Olivine's essence has been going haywire since the event story, so this is the level of boldness he gets to when he's under magically-induced horny. Gun Oli's r5 continues this forwardness, with him initiating a roleplay with Eiden and riding him. Princess Oli's rooms take it even further - he openly, publicly, and shamelessly seduces Eiden, then tells Eiden he's remorseless, so how is Eiden going to punish him? And then Elysium r5 just has Olivine fold Eiden in half, it's great.

TL;DR - Olivine has a huge range of "hesitant shysweet ultrasub" to "fold you in half dommy mommy" and where he lands depends heavily on when the fic takes place, who he's fucking, and too many other situational variables to list.

Sensitive spots

Chest (came from giving a titjob in Idol r2)

Nipples (came from nipple vibrators in Kleinmas r2)

Back (Eiden licks his back in Zest r5)

Stomach (belly button gemstone)

Dick (obvious, lol)

Anus (usually cums just from anal play. SR r5 features Olivine begging to be fucked while Eiden sucks him off.)

Kinks

Masochism (you don't need a source for this)

Exhibitionism (OG r5, Kleinmas r5, Elysium r2)

Dom/sub - he mostly subs (you also don't need a source for this), but in Gun r5 he takes charge and rides Eiden, and in Elysium r5 he folds Eiden in half in the Amazon position.

Bondage (Teacher r5)

Student-teacher, but honestly, I think Eiden gets off on this more than Olivine does? It reads more like a kink that happens to Olivine because he's a teacher more than it being something that actively gets him off. (SR r5, the entirety of Teacher Oli)

Gun play (Gun r5)

Orgasm denial/cock ring (OG r2)

Dirty talk, but to be frank, that's pretty standard for dialogue-heavy games.

Sex toys (caturbator from various 4-komas, self-made vibrators in Kleinmas r2, butt plug in Princess r2, HUGE dildo in Elysium r2)

Creampies (story H scene - he says he wants so much cum inside him)

That thing Eiden does where he makes Olivine go into detail what exactly it is that he wants from Eiden

Also he's SUPER into sucking (Eiden's) cock (Teacher r2, arguably Idol r2)

Extra notes:

Sadism: in Elysium r5, Olivine gets excited imagining what it would take to get Eiden to safe word. I doubt he's a hardcore sadist in the sense of wanting to hit Eiden, but he does seem to be interested in the idea of pushing Eiden's limits (read: wringing his cock dry).

Roleplay: Olivine seems to not be really into it. He's not against the idea, and in fact initiates roleplay in Gun r5, but he also drops character very very quickly. Idol r5 also features him protesting while Eiden tries to roleplay with him. Honesty is a recurring theme of his intimacy rooms, so it's not too surprising.

Speculation on the rare top Oli: see here. TL;DR - possible, if you Contrive the Circumstances.

Dynamics with Other Characters

Bonus round! I'm going to play it a little loose and fast and mix in a healthy amount of interpretation and headcanon.

Strangers/acquaintances: Olivine is very courteous until he's given reason not to be. He's been known to book-slap would-be gropers into unconsciousness (Neon Carnival 1). It's always played for laughs, so for a more grounded fic, it's up to you how much you want to take that seriously. On the other hand, he's also weak to pushy salespeople (Elysium r1) and easily taken advantage of (Idol r3-4, Elysium r3-4).

Eiden: Our beloved MC is the driving force behind Olivine's religious redemption in ch4, as well as all his healing in the events following. Eiden and Olivine's relationship is one of give and take; Olivine teaches Eiden to read and write, and Eiden teaches Olivine it's a good thing for him to have boundaries. Olivine supports Eiden in an unfamiliar world, and Eiden supports Olivine in discovering the fullness of what freedom can offer.

The core of their dynamic is Eiden wanting to fulfill Olivine's desires, which allows Olivine to feel like he's not being wholly selfish for having and engaging with his desires; after all, Eiden wants it too. The lifelong giver finds himself in the position of a receiver for the first time. And, eventually, Olivine learns that it's not just okay for him to receive, it's also okay for him to take - while still being mindful of Eiden's limits and boundaries.

No, really, when else have you seen a genuine conversation about safe words in BL? Olivine is one of Eiden's most openly communicative partners. He's not always perfect about it (see: Chimes of Darkness. see also: Olivine hiding the extent of his self-loathing), but he sure as fuck tries. Sometimes Eiden has to prod him to share more, but generally, Olivine is someone who Eiden doesn't have to play insane mind games with just to reach begrudging tolerance.

Eiden and Olivine's dynamic also has a component of not being completely reliant on the other. They support each other, but they each work on themselves, too. It isn't a dynamic where Eiden has to force self-improvement on Olivine against his will; to paraphrase Princess Oli's rooms, the princess in the tower was saved by her own desire to be free. It's like, you know, real life therapy. Shit doesn't go anywhere unless you're willing to put in the work.

If we're trying to argue for realism, though, there are things that are completely fine in a fictional relationship but wouldn't be great in a real one. Olivine does tend to put Eiden on a pedestal and he does externalize his self-esteem, which means that his sense of self-worth is too dependent on what Eiden says. There are also the played-for-laughs bits about Olivine threatening to book-smack Eiden for, like, refusing to get out of bed. In the grand scheme of all the game's relationships and their would-be-bad-in-real-life traits, these are pretty mild.

Aster: They don't interact much, but Aster does pull Olivine away from the creamy hot pot in Silver Miracle, so evidently they're friends! Also, sadist dom x masochist sub. Masochist sub who has a similar body type to Morvay (possibly fits Aster's type). Aster would have a great time roleplaying corrupting an innocent priest. The potential is there.

Morvay: Busty Bottoms Squared. I'm a FWB MorvOli believer, I don't care how much canon basis it does or doesn't have. They do go shopping together in Klein Star! I think their friendship is really sweet. They'd go shopping for sex toys together and kiss in the aisles. If they ever had a threesome they'd kill the third guy.

Yakumo: They share three events: Idol Fest, Chimes of Darkness, and Fanciful Capriccio. Outside of that, Yakumo, Olivine, and Edmond are often grouped together in what I affectionately term the Pokemon starter trio (red green and blue, get it?). Yakumo and Olivine are obviously good friends, and it makes sense; Olivine is a very calm and reassuring person that Yakumo can depend on. Also see this post.

Also they're both insatiable. The sex would be insane.

Edmond: Pokemon! starter! trio! Edmond and Olivine both have strong themes of duty and repression in their respective stories. They could have a very cutely chaste high society regency romance.

Quincy: Big Titty Committee. They'd get along well, I think. Olivine isn't noisy and would let Quincy just nap. Also not a lot of people could take the kind of ass destroying Quincy delivers, but Olivine would be in heaven.

Kuya: Ohhh my god. Milf on milf violence. Elevated by everything that happened in Welcome to Elysium. The unspoken solidarity of two people who have both struggled with suicidal ideation. The fundamentally opposed worldviews, and the truce built on a shared understanding that they're both looking for reasons to live. The fact that Olivine isn't afraid of Kuya and isn't someone Kuya can frighten or threaten into compliance. Near the end of Welcome to Elysium, for a moment, Olivine trusts Kuya more than Eiden trusts Kuya. Kuya going to bible study for kids.

Also the sex would be nasty. Sadist dom x masochist sub.

Garu & Karu: As alluded to in the very first parts of this obscenely long post, Olivine has a caretaker-y, borderline parental attitude towards Garu and Karu. It's something he's self conscious of, because they're grown adults who can take care of themselves and have taken care of themselves in the Dead Zone for years. Garu seems to be fond of Olivine and not offended by Olivine feeling the need to look out for him. Olivine could wrangle Karu by just, like, gently insisting on things and logic-ing Karu into it.

Also you can't tell me the puppyboys wouldn't be incredibly into tits. This is prime mommy kink potential over here. Olivine would let Karu top, if you're interested in letting Karu top.

Blade: None The Shame x All The Shame. They both like the library the most in the mansion! They're both very curious, exploratory people who want to experience everything the world has to offer. Olivine has a deep and thorough understanding of social cues and could guide Blade on that front, while Blade has an encyclopedic memory and inhuman analytical skills. They should go foraging and shopping together. They're incredibly sweet and could get into kinks you've never even heard of.

Dante: see this post

Rei: see this post

Conclusion

He's my fucked up special little guy. This could be even more thorough but I am tired of writing it, I chose my major specifically so I wouldn't have to write essays, and I should have gone to bed an hour ago. This post is so long that the post editor is mildly lagging as I type this. Thabk you for reading

[uter-us]

radfem help !!

2 of my little cousins (14yrs and 15yrs) are both girls dating boys right now, and together we are coming up with a "dealbreaker list" of things they will never put up with from their bfs! and also we are including positives, like so they aren't just looking for the absence of bad things, but actual positive things

what do yall think are the most important things to add? (i put extra info in tags)

Thank you so much!!!

[wikiangela]

Inspiration Saturday

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I'm lateee but here's a lil shitty moodboard I just threw together for the phone sex fic lol - and thank you all for all the encouragement, love y'all sm 💖 (and might share another snippet for seven sentence sunday👀

snippet here

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[foxgloveinspace]

My dumbass brain…. I can not read sleep token fic (I still try) but by gosh do I have a magnum opus of a fic I could write for them.

[ghosty1111]

tired of doctors not taking depressed people seriously if they dont do any self harm(signed someone with major depression who has a low pain tolerence and a high impulse control)