#you're so wonderful and good and you deserve so much

[dapperd3m0n]

I once heard that a good way to get someone to agree to a bigger ask is to get them to agree to a smaller ask first. I've always wondered how far that reaches, how far you can reasonably take that.

Come here. Won't you sit next to me?

It's such a fascinating idea, really. To be able to start with something so simple, something like, "Could you tell me your name?" Something that anyone would mindlessly comply to anyw -- oh, that's a beautiful name, darling, thank you for telling me. See? It's so easy to obey such a simple task, but how do we get to the bigger ones?

Here, I'll tell you my idea, but sit a little closer to me. I don't want too many people hearing this part. Now, listen very carefully. I'm going to keep my voice down so only you can hear this. Are you listening? Good. Focus on my every word.

So, the trick is this: Make them unaware that they're already obeying what you tell them. Oh, come on, I feel like that deserves a bigger reveal. Put your hand over your mouth and give a theatrical gasp or something. Hey, that was actually pretty good; thank you for boosting my ego. But now I've gotten you all worked up, can you take a deep breath for me? Good, just like that, and out... There you go. Keep on breathing deeply. You're doing so well.

Doing so well at what? Well, at obeying what I tell you, of course. In fact, you've been obeying me this entire time. I've given you no less than ten instructions, and you've obeyed them all perfectly.

Ten

instructions, and you didn't hesitate to obey. Even at

Nine,

you couldn't possibly have noticed, much less at

Eight.

By the time you obeyed instruction number

Seven,

you were already in too deep. You still are. And as we reach

Six,

I wonder if you're aware of the countdown. We only have

Five

numbers left before it drops completely. Just

Four

to go now, and your thoughts are already starting to melt away.

Three,

and you continue to relax, sink deeper for me. As we sit, just the

Two

of us, you realize that it feels so nice to obey. In fact, I have

One

last instruction for you.

Drop.

Stop thinking. Give in to how good it feels to obey. Keep breathing deeply, keep focusing on my voice, just keep giving in to me. I'll take care of the rest.

[loveandleases]

ROs reaction to MC dressing slutty for the first time? Doesn't matter if they're going out or just in the privacy of their room 👀😚

I only have two done so far, for some reason my mind really ran with it. (I'll finish the others eventually, but Cam/Ardents are down below)

❤️ Cam - Oh you know he's down bad. (When isn't he?)

"Wow," he says, his eyes so large as he takes you in. He should be wondering why the change, not that he cares, but his curiosity can get the better of him. But Cam's brain, for the most part, is playing catch-up. Like a video stuck on buffering.

He flicks his tongue across his lips, the glint of his piercing catching in the light, and shakes his head. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

What you think he means to say as a compliment - is actually Cam cursing his luck.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asks as his hands brush over the clutter of your dresser.

"Not tonight. I just wanted to have something to wear for when I go out with Kara and Isaac."

He doesn't say much, but a brief nod is enough to let you know he heard. His lips jutted out into a pout. "Wow, didn't even offer to take me. I feel replaced." You know he's joking, but the slightest crease between his brow almost says otherwise.

"Come on, Cam. You're stuck with me, the faster you accept it the better." You tease, but he doesn't smile. Instead, he walks closer, his hand brushing along your shoulder. His fingers linger for a moment, brushing against your skin as if it's accidental - just enough to make you feel the heat in his touch.

You think it's just a speck of fuzz he's brushing off, but you're wrong. He wants to touch you - just for a moment.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Red. I've always been yours-" Cam's eyes widen comically large, and his voice trails off. You gasp, your eyes going wide in disbelief. Did he just -?

"Cam!" you exclaim, your heart skipping a beat.

"Uh -" He stumbles over his words, clearly realizing what just slipped out. "I've always been yours to fuck -"

Another loud gasp falls from your lips, eyes wide. Cam panics, his face turning bright red as he tries to save himself. "To fuck with! You know, tease… annoy the hell out of!"

He punches you lightly on the shoulder in his awkwardness - but a bit too hard. "Ow!" you cry out, wincing from the force.

Cam's face flushes even more with embarrassment as he stumbles back. "Shit, sorry," he mutters immediately trying to shift the energy, clearly wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

You blink, your jaw-dropping as the realization hits. "Oh, that’s what you meant," you say, half amused, half incredulous. A small, tiny part of you, one you’re going to ignore for now, feels a little disappointed.

Cam quickly turns toward the door, eager to escape the awkwardness of the situation. Before he leaves, he pauses and glances back at you, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than it should.

"Hey, you look hot as hell, by the way. Better take me with you when you wear that."

"Why? Gonna be lonely by yourself?"

Cam shrugs, his voice trailing off as he mutters under his breath, his lips slightly pursed, biting back the awkwardness. "Yeah… and so I can kick the first person's ass who tries to lay a finger on you."

🖤 Ardent - You could feel Ardent's eyes on you before you even turned around. And once you did, you weren't disappointed. You don't always get to see a flush of color in his face - it's fleeting, but damn, does it look good.

He was drinking you in, watching as you finished prepping yourself in the mirror. It was a sight to see, he always said so. Even when you two weren't getting along. Ardent never held back how attractive he thought you were.

"Watch yourself, old man. I would hate for you to get too heated and end up spending the night home alone," you tease, cocking your head with a smug grin, watching as he rolls his eyes.

"Stop pretending like you could even keep up. Or do I need to remind you -"

"Oh, would you look at that we're going to be late." you cut him off, not bothering to look at the clock, but enjoying how easy it is to get under his skin.

You tap a finger to the tip of his nose, letting him think he has the upper hand for just a moment. But before he can pull you closer, you step away with a playful smile. His game of cat and mouse has only just begun, and you're not ready to let him win.

As soon as you walk into the restaurant, the eyes aren't just on you - they're on both of you. And knowing Ardent he's always shooting daggers with his eyes at the attention. He admires the way you look, but you know that jealousy starts to rise in him. One patron is so taken with your outfit that they gawk at you the entire time you're ordering. Ardent leans in close, blocking their view with his body.

"Can you fucking not?" he hisses, his fingers intertwining with yours, a warning glare directed at the stranger.

Ardent's tense, his body like a coiled spring and ready to snap. A combination of you looking too good, and the eyes staring at him. "Come with me," he says, voice rough as he stands and offers you a hand.

"Wh - where to?" You raise a brow, already mourning the food you'll not get to eat.

"Just follow me," he growls.

You smirk and fall into step behind him, not asking questions. He's not led you astray before, and you doubt he'll start now.

But maybe you should've been more cautious, at least you think, as he pulls you into the coat closet. Without warning, he presses you against the wall and slams his lips against yours, biting your lip in a way that drives you crazy.

"Here, really?" You gasp, as his fingers press into your sides, a comforting weight behind his grip.

"You know I'm yours, right?" Ardent mutters against your skin, his voice dark and gaze heated.

You blink, confused by the softer tone. "Yeah," you whisper, not because you're worried you'll get caught, but because of how his eyes are burning into you. Like you're the most important person in the world.

"And… " he trails off, raising his hand to rest against your neck as he brushes over the pulse there.

"What's the matter?" You taunt, your breath hitching slightly. "Cat got your tongue?"

Ardent's gaze flickers, then hardens, as his fingers tighten slightly on your neck, enough to make you shiver but not as rough as you like him to be. "You're mine," he growls.

Without warning, his other hand grabs your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. His chest pressing against yours. His lips trail down your neck, and he bites down, sucking hard. A groan rumbles from deep in his chest, making your pulse quicken in response.

"So," you tease, your voice breathless as you glance at him, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips. "You like my outfit, then?"

Ardent pulls away just long enough to look you in the eyes, those brown eyes filled with hunger. He grins, the scar on his lip somehow making him look more handsome. "Let's find out when it's on the ground."

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💚 Kara -

💛 M -

💜 Isaac -

[bitchface24-7]

Okay, I NEED a part two of Succubus!! I’m not joking when I say I have a black widow on my lower abdomen bellow my belly button hanging from a web thats under my boobs and torso. I CANNOT explain how much I loved reading that Viktor fic!! Would love to read about his reaction to some more of readers tattoos!

If you need tattoo inspiration I got some good ones!!! 😘🤭

SUCCUBUS PT2 - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: Viktor took you up on seeing your other tattoos. He didn't want to assume anything would happen, but as more and more of your clothes were stripped; Viktor knew his assumptions were right.

warnings: more tattoos!! piercings as well (ears and nipples (like me!) ), flirting, teasing, dirty talk, thigh grinding, overstimulation, marking, Grammarly as my beta.

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. My man deserves to have his world rocked by an undeniable baddie (i.e. You) hope Viktor survives this LMAO

Viktor honestly isn't sure how his day completely derailed itself. He just needed help soldering some wires on his prototype. Then you casually walk in in your casual outfit and a sider tattoo on display. right on your lower abdomen.

He was distracted the whole time and you took advantage of it. He can completely understand where you got your nickname from. You truly are a black widow.

He's dumbfounded as you usher him into your apartment. He glances around and lightly smiles, it's so you. The furniture, the decorations, the aesthetic. It screams you, and Viktor adores it.

"Take a seat on the couch. Do you want a drink at all? Water? Juice? Anything?" You casually state as you lock the apartment door, taking your shoes off. Viktor plops a seat, putting his cane off to the side. He gets comfortable, "No, I'm okay. Thank you. I'm more interested in your other tattoos."

You smirk at the man, "You only want a free strip show, huh?"

"Well, you did offer it."

A chuckle escapes your soft lips at that, "You're not wrong." With that, you roll your sleeves up, showing off the tattoo on your shoulder, it just casually says 'Made in Hell.' Viktor quirks an eyebrow and you giggle, "I was young, shut up."

Then your shirt goes, and Viktor's eyes wonder your torso. There's a snake coiling around your collar bone on each side, there's a gun, more snakes, a whole bouquet of flowers on your ribs, the dreaded spider tattoo, and--

"Your nipples are pierced." Viktor states, stunned. You, his kind-spirited, happy-go-lucky, genius friend... have your nipples pierced.

"Yup."

"...Why?"

You shrug casually, "I have eight piercing in total on my ears, four on each side, I love piercings. My nipples... I got done since I was a bit insecure how my chest looks. The piercings gave me a massive boost of confidence, even if nobody sees them."

Viktor is incredulous, "Nobodies ever seen them?"

"Well... my friends that came with me to get our piercings done saw them, and a few other friends; they were all women. You're the first man."

A sharp inhale is heard throughout the apartment. He's the first man. The first.

No one can ever take that from him.

You turn around and Viktor sees the phases of the moon trailing down your back, "That one I understand. You've always loved the moon, but why your back? You'll never get to see it?"

A smirk is all the pretty man gets, "So when I'm on my hands and knees the person behind me has a pretty view." Viktor almost chokes at your tease. He knows just what to say to get you back, "You are already a pretty view. No matter the position."

You feel your face heat up as you shimmy out of your pants, Viktor withholds a groan as you bend over and your ass is pushed out. You kick your pants to the side and all that's keeping you somewhat modest is your underwear. Viktor sees you have tattoos on your legs but he can barely focus on them, the tramp stamp with "Est. XXXX" with your birth year makes Viktor want to wheeze.

Your hands raise from your sides before plopping back down to hit your thighs, "That's all of them."

“Can I get a closer look?”

A light exhale of breath and a nod is all the man gets. He ushers you to come closer with a small twitch of a finger. You follow his direction without hesitation.

You sit on his lap and he hums in appreciation. His golden eyes and massive pupils wonder around your body. His hands join the appreciation. His hands harshly grip your hips and you moan out in pain and pleasure. A hand whips up to cover your mouth and Viktor’s tisk’s at you.

“No no. That won’t do. Let me hear you.”

You whine at his tone, and slowly lower your hand. Viktor repositions you so that you’re straddling his strong leg. His hands remain on your hips.

He jolts his leg up and you gasp in shock. His nicely shaped thigh grazing your sex wonderfully. A zing of pleasure shoots down your back and into your crotch.

Fuck.

“Is this okay?” Viktor asks, a whiny yes is your reply. Viktor’s eyes darken and he kisses you, before dragging his lips down to your throat and sucking a hickey necklace there.

His hands force your hips to move, so you grind against his thigh. You can’t help but moan at the pleasure you’re feeling, it’s especially amplified as Viktor sucks on one of your pierced nipples; the piercing amplifying your sensitivity.

“You’re so sensitive. So needy. Are you always this needy or is it just with me?”

“You! Just you. Viktor please…”

“Please what? Please suck my nipples more? Please rub my crotch more? Please make me cum? Please fuck me? What do you want, you need to tell me more than just please.”

A loud whine escapes you as you rut your hips harder against the long leg beneath you. Your knee nudging against his hard cock.

“Please make me cum! Please mark me up some more, my chest, my nipples. Please bruise my hips with your hands. Please make me yours.”

Viktor growls and does what you’ve begged. Your hips quickly grinding against his thigh, your knee effectively rubbing against his cock. He puts more and more hickeys on you, your hips becoming more bruised with his unrelenting force.

A loud whiny moan escapes you as you cum against his leg, the crotch of your underwear becoming soaked with your arousal.

Viktor doesn’t let you stop though. He makes sure your hips keep moving, not allowing you to calm down. The pleasure gains a bit of pain and you can’t help but cry out as he continues to suck away bruises onto you.

He groans as he cums in his pants, his face, his voice, his sounds. He’s so attractive you can’t help but cum again, it hurts but fuck it feels so good. You’re panting desperately as Viktor unlatched from your skin and hips, you lean your head into his shoulder as you essentially just lay on him.

He’s panting too. His face is flushed, his eyes are closed, and his head is leaned back. You sluggishly suck a dark hickey into the side of his neck, too high for his collar to cover.

He’s just as much yours as you’re his.

“I wasn’t expecting this.” Viktor states as he looks down at you, you smile lightly at him, “I was.”

“I know.”

“You’re not mad?”

Viktor chuckles, “How could I be mad about that? You want me, desire me, and you went out of your way to get it. I was too slow to make the first move.”

You raise from lying on Viktor and sit up, looking at him in shock, “First move?”

“I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid. Neither are you. I’ve wanted you for a while, I just didn’t know how to start.”

“We’ll… you’re welcome.”

“Yes, thank you darling.”

You look down and Viktor and softly kiss his lips before you gasp, “Oh my god, did you cum?”

He just chuckles at you, “Yes my dear. I did. It’s so cute you’re worried that I didn’t.”

“Well you made me cum twice. It wouldn’t have been fair if you didn’t even cum once.”

Viktor’s head falls back to the head of the couch and slaps your thigh, a small gasp is what he gets in return, “I’d like that drink now though.”

You jolt up off his lap, “What do you want?” Viktor’s eyes open lightly and glance and you, pierced and tattoo glory all for him to see, “Water for now would be nice.”

A smile is what he gets and you casually turn and walk to your kitchen, Viktor appreciates your walk, your ass, and the moon phase tattoo trailing down your spine.

Yeah… he wasn’t expecting this. But he’ll never complain on how he got here.

He’s a very lucky man indeed.

*debby ryan hair tuck* y’all fuck with this? As one user said, my libido completely revolves around this man (a call out I didn’t need but it’s true) EDIT: BRO IT WAS A CALL OUT *I* MADE IN ANOTHER FIC I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT 😭😭 I THOUGHT YALL CLOCKED ME NAH I CLOCKED US 😩💀

Tattoos I tried to describe LOL

[yunjinstoy]

˖ ࣪ ‹ missing hours 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

cho hyunju x fem!reader.

c/w: smut, phone sex, hyunju before transition, dirty talking, sub!hyunju x powerbottom!reader, needy hyunju, mentions of dick, full porn, sugarmommy kinda?? reader, little mention of breeding, and others things, lowercase intentional. hyunju rose dialogue.

a/n: guy's it's my first time posting something so please give me constructive tips!

you've been with hyunju for almost 5 months, and it was wonderful. she was the sweetest girl you could ever asked for, caring, lovely, understandable, comforting..and a nice cooker, of course. she was the first girl to not care about your money, even tho she knew that you have good amount of it, she never asked, and whenever she did for some reasonable and no doubts reason, she was so embarrassing to ask you for money, but you didn't care.

if you could, you would buy everything in your power to make hyunju happy, happy wife happy life, as they say.

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some weeks ago, hyunju talked about how much she wanted to do the bottom surgery. it's not like it's anything new for her to talk about, she always did, she always showed how she wanted to be fully transitioned but she was also very afraid to do so. but since you guys got more comfortable and more intimate, she gained some confidence and desire to have surgery. it would be in thailand, she would say, because there's a lot of procedures well done there. so, the next day, you caught yourself searching for thailand travel flights and gender transition surgery clinics, and of course, you brought the best ones.

when you showed it to her, she almost cried of joy and expressed how much thankful she was for you by kissing your whole face (you loved it). but she also got feeling guilt because you spent money on her, but why wouldn't you? she deserves everything she wants. the girl was so happy but then reality touched her. you would not come with her since you had work to do that day, money doesn't come for nowhere, right?

she pouted while looking at you, sad that you would not be with her in such a beautiful and memorable moment in her life, and trust, you were so sad as she was, you wanted to go with her and give her all the love and comfort but you just... couldn't.

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it's been two days since hyunju arrived at thailand, on the 3rd day, the surgery would be done. it's was fucking difficult for her not being with you, even if it was only two days since she saw you, she missed you so much like she was not seeing you for weeks. she mumbled from one side to the other with longing, she missed your sweet face to her, your soft hearted words for her, your touch which was always hot, since you had warm skin. urrgh, she missed you and she needed you so much. some hours passed, and it's has already 11pm for her, the time where you guys would call each other before hyunju passing out in sleep, so it wouldn't be long before you called her. she was waiting anxiously, and finally, she heard the phone ringing.

"hello?" you say, amazed at how quickly she responded.

"hiii baby! how was your day? busy one?"

"not really, it was fine. and you? how you doing? nervous about tomorrow?" you asked, already knowing the answer. how badly you wished you were with her right now. and so did she, your voice and genuinely concerned tone made her feel safe and loved, and that only made her long for you even more.

"mhm...but it's gonna be just fine.. everything is going to be as it should and it won't take long until you're with me tomorrow after the operation, right?" you could sense her nervousness through her voice but as she spoke the rest, she became happier and more relaxed.

"yes, baby. i can and i'm so excited to see you..and to see our future place to live in." a smile appears on your face when you remember all the promises of living together in thailand.

"thank god...i've been missing you so much."

"aw really? i miss you too."

"no, i really miss you badly. i can't stand not having yours slightly touch."

you paused for some seconds, not responding to her. you always loved when your girlfriend was needy, just because it was something rare to happen because she was an expert on containing herself. so in this case, she was really missing you.

"i need you here, sleeping with me, killing me with love and kisses. i wanted you to touch me until i sleep... it's so difficult here without you."

she continues confessing this and that, and you could tell she was imagining everything she was saying out loud as you hear her pauses and heavy sighs. you didn't know what to do or say, should i let her continue or should i respond something? you thought repeatedly.

"i need you, i miss you. i-i wanted to enjoy the last night together while i have...you know.." her voice trembles a little bit but you couldn't decipher whether it was desire or nervousness. you gulp hard as you got what she meant. was she for real?

"w-what?" that was the only thing that escaped from your mouth. how pathetic.

"i wish you were playing with my co...cock..." what came out of her mouth sent you to heaven, the shy way she said such thing. and she was not helping neither since you could clearly hear her panting heavily. you were trying to putting the dots in order, was this really happening? does she want it? should i risk it? but as you were thinking hardly, hyunju spoke.

"please...say something, help me.. somehow."

okay, fuck it. it's your girlfriend and she's extremely needy for you, so why would you deny her with your head bubbling up right now?

"what are you wearing?"

"a blue pajama-type dress, no underwear."

nasty, you thought. even without you, she would be still that naughty. and in some sense, you could feel your blood popping up thinking about her being like this, all alone. without you taking care of her.

"you're so naughty, hyunju. i know you really want me to suck your cock and feel your gland beating in the back of my throat but no underwear isn't resolving nothing, baby, you know that, right?"

"i-i know...It's just to stay relaxed at night because i always end up thinking about you and then i get hard...and it hurts when i have something rubbing down there.."

"my baby thinking about me at night? about what? me bouncing on your big dick already dirty with cum of both of us?"

"f-fuck yes, i want that so bad.." it was hard for her to control her breath while speaking and you could tell right away.

"how bad?"

"so so so fucking bad, i need you to r-ride my cock so badly... it's throbbing and craving for your pu..ssy..feels so good when i'm inside you, you make me feel so fucking go-good..please please let me-"

"let you what?"

"let me touch myself while thinking about you swallowing my cock, please please pleas...se, i c-can't anymore..."

"turn the camera on and touch yourself."

and hyunju did. she placed her phone right in front of her so you could see exactly how her face looked like at the moment. she was with her cheeks extremely red, same as her lips which were also wet from the times she bit her lips to contain herself. she was wearing what she told she was, and it suited her so well. her cock was full out, hard, juicy, and throbbing with need. she waited some time for you to admire her, because she knew that you would. and then finally, she placed the palm of her hand on top of the cock that had been begging to be touched for some time now. hyunju started to masturbate herself and you swear that the view was way better than any work of art. her free hand was glued to her mouth, being bitten to contain the louder moans and pleasure that hyunju felt, but she failef miserably since you could perfectly hear every sound that came out of her mouth, her eyes closed tightly and her eyebrows that the furrowed and moved with every movement that hyunju made on her own cock.

"just like that, baby...imagine it's me there, imagine your hand is my pussy taking care of your desperate dick."

"lo-ve...i'm gonna...i-" the hand that surrounded her cock began to make much faster movements. you could see her dick twitching.

"cum just inside of me, hyun."

and then, her orgasm arrived. the jets of liquid were falling down on her cock and hand. oh, how you wanted to lick that. her chest coming and going fast desperately, controlling her panting breath as she opened her eyes slowly as if she had just woken up.

"you did so well, my baby. you-"

she cut you off.

"i need...more, i want to make the most of my last day with a dick...and with you, please let me cum more."

reality hit you, this was going to be a long night and the best phone call you ever had, you should send her to thailand alone more times.

[woozinhos]

heyy beautiful !!!

Congratulations on your 1K !! Love your fics btw 😘

Was wondering if you could write love-making with DK

(With a pinch of aftercare)

Feel free to ignore if uncomfortable 😚😚

LOVE YAA😘💗🎀🫶🏻

Notes: finally a dk fic my ult bias guy teheheh enjoyyy

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Smut below the cut

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Dokyeom pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he walked over to the bed. He sat down and gently laid you down, his hands running up and down your arms in a soothing gesture.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with love and adoration. "And so perfect." He began to kiss you softly, his lips gentle and tender against yours. His hands roamed over your body, tracing patterns on your skin as he kissed you slowly and deeply. As the kiss continued, Dokyeom's hands moved lower, his fingers massaging your muscles and easing any tension in your body. He pulled back slightly, his lips trailing a path down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake.

"You're so tense," he murmured against your skin. "Let me take care of you." Dokyeom continued to lavish you with gentle touches and kisses, his fingers working out any knots in your muscles. He could feel the tension slowly leaving your body as he tended to you, his touch filled with love and care. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he massaged you, his words of praise and affection making your heart flutter. Dokyeom finally finished the massage, his hands resting on your hips as he looked down at you. He smiled softly, his eyes filled with love and admiration. "You're so relaxed now," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You deserve to feel good."

"Thank you," you said, your voice filled with contentment. "That was amazing. I feel like I'm floating." Dokyeom chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm glad I could make you feel that way," he replied, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. "You deserve to feel loved and taken care of." Dokyeom continued to kiss your face, his lips moving across your forehead, cheeks, and nose. He showered you with affection, each kiss filled with tenderness and love. "I love you so much," he murmured between kisses. "You're everything to me." Dokyeom's voice was low and sultry as he whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Will you let me make love to you?" he repeated, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your earlobe. "I want to show you just how much I love and adore you." Dokyeom's voice was filled with desire as he spoke, his hands roaming over your body. "I just want you so badly," he confessed, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist. "I need you, right now."

"I want you too," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I need you to make me feel good." Dokyeom's smile widened at your words, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good," he said, his voice husky. "Because I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to make sure you feel every bit of pleasure I can give you."

He gently rolled you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. He looked down at you, his gaze filled with lust and love. "You're so beautiful," he said again, his hands tracing the curves of your body. "I could look at you all day and never get tired of it." Dokyeom's hands moved lower, slowly removing your clothes, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone.

"I love the way you respond to my touch," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "The way you shiver and arch into me." Dokyeom's lips moved up to your ear as he spoke, his voice a sultry whisper. "Can I eat you out, baby?" he asked, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to taste you so badly." You nodded, your body already aching for his touch. Dokyeom smiled and began to kiss his way down your body, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your skin.

He paused when he reached your inner thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I can't wait to taste you." Without further ado, Dokyeom's mouth found its way to your most sensitive spot, his tongue licking and teasing you. He took his time, savoring every moment, as he pleasured you with his mouth.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he worked you with his tongue. Dokyeom's movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke of his tongue a testament to his passion for you. He took his time, making sure to drive you wild with desire before finally giving you the release you craved. He knew exactly what you liked, and he used that knowledge to bring you to the brink of ecstasy, his tongue working in perfect rhythm with your body.

As you gasped and moaned in pleasure, Dokyeom reached up to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He held onto your hand tightly, anchoring you to him as he continued to pleasure you. His grip was firm, his touch reassuring and possessive at the same time. Dokyeom's grip on your hand tightened as he felt you responding to his touch even more, your body writhing beneath him. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

He knew he was driving you to the edge, and he was determined to take you over it. Dokyeom looked up at you, his eyes filled with need and desire. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving with effort. "Please," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around me." He positioned himself over you, his body hovering above yours as he looked down at you with intense love and passion.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. You looked down at his body, your eyes drawn to his erection. He was hard and ready for you, the tip glistening with desire. He noticed your gaze and smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "Yes," you whispered, your voice filled with need. "I'm more than ready for you." Dokyeom smiled and leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he positioned himself at your entrance.

He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed into you, his gaze filled with love and possessiveness. You gasped as he filled you, your body adjusting to his size. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. He kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone as he began to move slowly, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Dokyeom moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust of his hips bringing you closer to ecstasy. He took his time, savoring the feel of you around him, as he made love to you with all the tenderness and love in his heart.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing and squeezing, as he kissed and whispered words of love into your ear. Your body responded to his every touch, arching up to meet his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as the pleasure built within you. Dokyeom moaned against your skin, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt you clenching around him. He knew you were close to coming undone.

Dokyeom kept his pace slow and steady, even as your body begged for release. He knew that he wanted to draw out this moment for as long as possible, to make it last and cherish every second. He continued to kiss and caress you, his body moving in perfect harmony with yours, as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Your breathing became ragged as the pleasure built within you, your body on fire with need. Dokyeom could sense that you were nearing your breaking point, and he quickened his pace ever so slightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

He looked down at you, his eyes burning with desire, and whispered, "Come for me, baby. Let go." Dokyeom increased the pace of his thrusts, his body moving faster against yours as he chased his own release. He was now lost in the moment, consumed by the need to make you both feel good. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he moved, his body driving into you with a fierce intensity. He could feel your body tightening around him, signaling that you were close to coming undone.

You could feel the pleasure building within you like a tidal wave, growing stronger and stronger with each thrust. Dokyeom was driving you closer and closer to the edge, his body moving with a wild abandon. He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he pushed you towards the precipice. The kiss broke, and Dokyeom buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He was now panting heavily, his body slick with sweat as he moved against you.

"I'm close," he gasped, his voice strained with desire. "Come with me, baby. Come for me now." Your body obeyed his command, and you came undone beneath him, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy. You clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure as you cried out his name. Dokyeom followed soon after, his own release coming in a powerful burst. He collapsed on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his climax. He lay there, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His body was still pressed against yours, his weight a comforting presence.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin as he came down from his high. Dokyeom slowly pulled out of you and rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of your lovemaking. He gently stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his touch tender and loving. He wanted to make sure you were okay and that you knew how much he cared for you.

He continued to hold you close, his hand tracing gentle patterns on your skin. He whispered words of love and praise, telling you how beautiful and amazing you were. He planted soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, his touch gentle and caring. He was fully focused on making sure you were comfortable and cared for after what you had just shared. Dokyeom wrapped a blanket around you, tucking you in snugly. He then got up and grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table, bringing it to you.

"Here, drink this," he said, handing you the glass. "You must be thirsty after all that." You took the glass and drank the water gratefully, feeling a bit weak and tired after the intense lovemaking. Dokyeom watched you with a loving gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness and care.

He took the empty glass from you and set it aside, then laid back down beside you, pulling you close again. Dokyeom pulled you into his arms and snuggled you tightly, his body warm and comforting. He held you close to his chest, his heartbeat a steady and soothing rhythm. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as he stroked your back gently. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and the occasional rustle of the blanket.

[goldenlionprince]

Stay

And here is the final part of the Charity Gala plotline for @sorenphelps The Bodyguard AU (find the other parts here, here and here or in the collection on AO3).

It's the longest mini fic I have written for this AU so far so you can either read it here or on AO3

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James is a little bit tipsy. Or maybe a lot.

During the gala he only had a glass of champagne or two, sipping it while talking to all those fancy people, trying to get them to commit to their donations. But once the whole thing was done and the guests had left James had gotten the red-headed bartender to pour him some shots.

And he might have lost count on how many he had.

He deserves it, really, to be a little drunk. He has done it. He made it through the whole gala, he deserves to wash the lingering pain his parents' absence causes away with as much alcohol as he pleases. His heart is heavy and so will his head be in the morning but right now James doesn't care.

“I think that's enough,” Sirius eventually says and cuts him off, which is a little unfair. They manage to get to the car and all the way back to James' apartment but the details on how are a little blurry to James. He's pretty sure he sang along to a song on the radio, probably really badly since he's not the best singer, but he can't even remember which one it was.

When Sirius parks the car James stumbles out of it as soon as he can, his legs a lot more unsteady than he thought. He catches himself on the car door and laughs.

James has always been a lightweight. Maybe the vodka shots weren't the best idea he ever had.

“You're a mess,” Sirius says when he comes around the car to James' side and isn't that the truth. James' whole life is a mess, really, but at least the mess brought him something good too.

“Hi,” James says with a grin, swaying on the spot. “You're probably wondering what is a place like me doing in a guy like this?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Sirius shakes his head fondly and takes a step closer.

“I'm hilarious,” James offers and finally lets go of the car door. He tries to take a step but his legs are still not working properly and the world is spinning too much – rude – but thankfully Sirius is right there so James can catch himself before falling face first onto the floor. Grabbing onto the front of Sirius' suit is much more preferable to kissing the floor. Speaking of kissing though, he's very close to Sirius' face now.

“Hi again,” he says, dropping his voice a little lower to make himself sound more seductive. “Do you come here often?”

Sirius just raises an eyebrow at him. “Every time I drive your car.”

“Baby, you can drive my car,” James sings and winks at Sirius. It's possible he uses both eyes for the winking, he's not entirely sure about it.

Sirius just laughs at him and makes sure he doesn't fall over from swinging his hips to his song. “Okay, let's get you to bed so you can sleep it off.”

Bed sounds fantastic to James. “Hey, Soldier Boy,” James says and wraps his arms around Sirius' neck. “Did it hurt?”

“Did what hurt?” Sirius asks with a frown at the sudden question.

“When you fell from heaven.”

Sirius just stares at him for a moment. “Okay, that's it. You're going up,” he says and then James' world flips a little when he gets thrown over Sirius' shoulder. James can't do anything but giggle and hold on.

They manage to get upstairs to the apartment and all the way to James' bedroom without that much trouble. James is almost sad when Sirius finally sets him back down. The view from up there was just too good.

Standing turns out to be a little easier than moving but not by much so James flops his butt down onto the bed. Sirius should be proud of him since he's going the 'better safe than sorry' route with this.

Getting rid of his tie though or opening the buttons on his shirt turn out to be the next big challenges.

Sirius clicks on the light on the nightstand. James blinks like an owl at the sudden brightness. He's a bit unsure though how the light will help with the mess he made of his tie.

“Let me,” Sirius says, his voice low as he steps between James' legs. Warm fingers gently brush aside James' fumbling ones and manage to save him from the messed up knot James somehow managed to make. He slips the tie off James' neck and James isn't entirely sure if he's breathing properly, especially when Sirius goes down on one knee in front of him to help him get rid of his shoes.

“Think you can get up one more time? Would be easier that way to get you out of the rest.”

James has somehow swallowed his tongue within the last minute so he only nods. Sirius pulls him back up into a standing position and while James is still swaying a little he's not falling over.

The suit jacket slips off James' shoulders easily and then Sirius' fingers are on the buttons of his shirt, and yes, that order makes a lot more sense than the one James tried earlier.

“You know,” James says when Sirius slips the shirt off his shoulders, shivering at the feeling of Sirius' fingers brushing over his skin. “When I was imagining you getting me out of my clothes I was hoping for something a little bit different.”

“I bet you were,” Sirius says, holding James' gaze as he pops the button of James' trousers and drags the zip down. James' brain might have short-circuited after that because the next thing he knows he's out of his trousers, thankfully without falling over, leaving him in nothing but his pants and socks until Sirius pushes him back down onto the bed and grabs James' favourite hoodie for him. He helps James into it and James sighs in bliss at the cosy warmth.

Sirius chuckles softly. “Get some sleep, Genius,” he says and tries to take a step back, away from James, but James grabs his wrist, stopping him in a sudden rush of panic.

“Stay,” he blurts out, looking up at Sirius in an almost desperate plea. “Please. I just... I can't...” James can't find the words to describe why he can't be alone tonight, why the loneliness is threatening to suffocate him with the ghosts of his parents still lingering.

Thankfully he doesn't have to, not completely. Sirius pauses and looks down at him, considering. “Can you keep your hands to yourself?”

James lets go of Sirius' wrist as if burned and raises both hands in surrender. “Promise,” he says, voice still a little slurred, then frowns. “I mean... I've been told I am a clingy sleeper.”

“I sleep with a gun under my pillow,” Sirius says without missing a beat. James can't help but laugh, letting his hands fall back onto the bed.

“I'm not even a little bit surprised.”

Sirius steps away from the bed and James resists the urge to grab for him again. But Sirius doesn't go far, just far enough to have room to get out of his clothes.

It's not a sexy strip by any means. It's quite methodical. Watch. Waistcoat. Shirt. Trousers. Still James can't look away, mesmerised.

“Move over,” Sirius says when he's done, stripped down to his underwear. James moves up the bed, leaving the side closer to the door for Sirius. He takes off his glasses when Sirius gets into bed beside him and puts his gun under the pillow as promised.

The light switch clicks off.

“Thank you,” James mumbles into the darkness, his eyes already dropping now that his head hit the pillow. The weight of Sirius' body right next to him is a comfort and relief.

“Get some sleep, Nerd. You need it,” Sirius answers but James barely hears him, already drifting off to sleep, floating away on the warmth of the alcohol in his belly. He links his fingers with Sirius' and then he's gone.

**

James wakes the next morning to an empty bed, but the side Sirius slept on is still warm.

He sits up and grabs his glasses from the nightstand, nearly knocking over a glass of water he finds there along with some painkillers. Grateful James pops the pills and drinks down the water before he rolls out of bed, already regretting the shots from last night. His limbs feel heavy and his head is pounding, his eyes hurting in his skull.

It's the price he has to pay. Groaning, he makes his way to the living room. He can't wait for the painkillers to kick in.

James finds Sirius in the kitchen, already dressed, which is a shame, really. “Good morning,” Sirius says and James only grumbles in return.

Sirius chuckles softly and pushes a glass over the counter into James' direction. “Drink that.”

“What is it?” It doesn't look very appealing at all, kind of grey with a weird texture. James is almost surprised it doesn't smoke.

“Believe me, you don't want to know,” Sirius says with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders, leaning his hip against the counter. “But it helps.”

James looks at him, the one good thing that came out of all the mess James' life has turned into. “Thank you,” he says and doesn't only mean the weird looking hangover remedy. He means the distractions and the company, the friendship and the little stumbles his heart does whenever he looks at Sirius. A stumble he is more and more sure means more than just a little crush he has on Sirius because the man is stupidly hot.

Sirius picks up on James' strange mood, because of course he does, but before he can say anything James leans in and brushes a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you,” he says again, picks up the glass and walks over to the couch.

They could be good together, James is pretty sure of that, and he will work on it. That Soldier Boy better watch out because James won't let him slip through his fingers easily.

But first he has to get rid of this hangover.

[gothicxreylover]

Sorry, but the widow scenario/headcanons with the Hashira were really good, so I wonder if you could do it with the uppermoons as well, when you're able though? I don't know why I like the trope of a widow, who can't let go of their first love, and now the new lover who's trying to get the widow's attention to them.

𝕬 𝖒𝔬𝖚𝔯𝖓𝔦𝖓𝔤 𝔴𝖎𝔡𝖔𝔴

This has been sitting here for a while lol sorry for taking long I hope you enjoy!

Douma

For Douma, your grief was a mystery that he couldn’t understand, but he found it utterly fascinating. He was used to people worshipping him, hanging onto his every word, or even fearing him. But your heart was caught somewhere he couldn’t reach—a place he couldn’t control. And it infuriated him in ways he couldn’t admit.

“Why so glum, my little flower?” he’d chirp, leaning in far too close as his colorful fan danced idly in his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about them. They’re not here anymore, you know.”

His words carried an edge, cloaked by his usual cheerful tone. Douma’s solution to your grief was to smother you with his attention, constantly distracting you from your thoughts. He’d sit you on his lap, brush your hair, and chatter endlessly about anything and everything—anything to keep your mind from wandering back to the person you’d lost.

When his attempts at distraction failed, his tone would shift. “You’re wasting your tears on someone who doesn’t matter anymore,” he said one evening, his usual smile faltering. “Don’t you see? I’m right here. I can give you everything they couldn’t.”

But no matter how much he tried to replace them, your heart remained elsewhere. That realization drove him to dangerous extremes, and his jealousy turned into obsession. He would destroy anything—any memory, any object—that connected you to the person you lost, all while insisting he was doing it for your own good.

Akaza

Akaza’s obsession was driven by his need to protect you, but your grief left him feeling helpless in a way he despised. He had strength, power, and the ability to destroy anyone who posed a threat to you. But he couldn’t fight the ghost of the person you loved.

“You deserve better,” he told you one night, his fists clenched at his sides. “They couldn’t protect you, but I can. I’ll never let anything hurt you again.”

Akaza’s frustration grew with each passing day. He hated seeing you sad, but what made it worse was the way your sadness wasn’t for him. No matter how much he tried to comfort you, your thoughts always drifted back to someone who wasn’t there.

One day, as you sat quietly, gazing at the ring you still wore, Akaza crouched in front of you. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” he asked, his voice softer now. “They wouldn’t want you to be like this. They’d want you to be happy.”

But what Akaza didn’t say—what he couldn’t admit—was that he wanted to be the one to make you happy. He wanted you to see him, to love him the way you loved them. And every time you looked at him with sadness instead of love, it chipped away at his patience.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo’s obsession was a quiet, simmering thing. He didn’t express his emotions openly, but the intensity of his feelings was unmistakable in the way his golden eyes followed your every move.

At first, he told himself that your grief didn’t concern him. You were alive, here in the present, and the person you mourned was not. Yet, no matter how much he tried to push those thoughts aside, he couldn’t ignore the way your sorrow consumed you.

“You cling to the past,” Kokushibo said one night, his deep voice breaking the heavy silence. “It will not bring them back.”

His words were blunt, but they carried a weight that spoke of his own regrets. Kokushibo saw too much of himself in you—clinging to memories, unable to let go of what was lost. It made him want to keep you close, to pull you away from the pain that haunted you.

Though he rarely spoke of your grief, Kokushibo’s actions spoke louder than words. He would destroy anything that reminded you of your past love, believing that cutting away the ties to your old life would free you from your sorrow. But his protectiveness often felt like a prison, leaving you isolated and unable to mourn in peace.

Hantengu Clones

The Hantengu clones each reacted to your grief in their own distinct ways, their fragmented personalities pulling you in different directions as they fought for your attention.

• Sekido was furious at your inability to move on. “Why do you keep thinking about them?” he snarled, his tone laced with irritation. “They’re gone. Forget them already!” His anger wasn’t born from malice, but from jealousy. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone else occupying your heart.

• Aizetsu was the complete opposite, his sadness mirroring your own. “It hurts to see you like this,” he murmured, his voice heavy with melancholy. “I just… I want you to feel better. But I don’t know how to help.” His gentle demeanor made him the easiest to be around, but his sorrow often made your grief feel even heavier.

• Karaku tried to distract you with flirtation and charm, his mischievous grin never far from his face. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, draping an arm around your shoulders. “Why waste time crying when you’ve got me here to cheer you up?”

• Urogi took a more chaotic approach, laughing off your sadness and trying to drag you into his games. “Stop being so serious all the time!” he exclaimed, swooping down beside you. “You’ll forget about them faster if you start having fun with me!”

Their conflicting approaches left you overwhelmed, each clone vying for your attention in their own obsessive way.

Gyutaro and Daki (Platonic for Daki’s pov)

For Daki, your grief was something she couldn’t understand but desperately wanted to fix. She’d cling to you like a child, her possessiveness growing with each passing day.

“You don’t need them,” she said one evening, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll be your best friend now. I’ll be everything you need!”

Daki loved the way you treated her with kindness and patience, something she rarely experienced. But her jealousy over your lost friend burned brightly, and she hated that she couldn’t completely fill the void in your heart.

Gyutaro, on the other hand, took a harsher approach. “Why are you still crying over them?” he asked gruffly. “They’re not coming back. You’ve got us now. That’s all that matters.”

Though his words were blunt, Gyutaro’s actions spoke of a quiet protectiveness. He’d keep a watchful eye on you, ensuring no one else could hurt you again. But his possessiveness, combined with Daki’s need for constant attention, left little room for you to grieve in peace.

Nakime

Nakime’s obsession was silent and calculating. She rarely spoke, but her control over the Infinity Castle gave her complete power over your surroundings.

Whenever she sensed your thoughts drifting back to your lost love, she would subtly manipulate the castle, leading you away from places where you could dwell on your memories.

“You will not find solace in the past,” she said one day, her voice calm but unyielding. “This is your home now.”

Nakime believed that if she controlled your environment, she could control your heart. She removed any reminders of your old life, leaving you surrounded only by the cold, shifting walls of the castle. Her obsession was suffocating in its subtlety, a quiet force that slowly stripped away your ability to mourn.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Muzan was enraged by your inability to let go of your past love. To him, your grief was a weakness—one that tarnished the perfection he sought to create.

“You are mine now,” he said coldly, his crimson eyes narrowing. “There is no need to dwell on something as insignificant as the past.”

Muzan’s solution to your grief was absolute control. He would strip away every trace of your old life, erasing any reminders of the person you had loved. But even as he tightened his grip on you, he couldn’t completely extinguish the memory of your spouse.

“You will forget them,” he commanded one night, his voice low and dangerous. “You belong to me, and me alone.”

But no matter how much he tried to control you, Muzan’s frustration only grew. His obsession wasn’t just about owning you—it was about breaking the part of you that still loved someone else.

[crownmemes]

Loss Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sad sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You've got to forget me. Let the past die."

"I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread here. I can't find any more bodies. I just can't."

"She's dead. The only important question now is how do you want to remember her?"

"There aren't any happy endings nowadays."

"It isn't like it used to be, but it'll do."

"Trust me, I know what it's like to lose someone. To feel like life is playing a cosmic trick on you."

"How do you live like this?"

"Believe me, one day, this pain will all be a memory."

"You don't have to be afraid that I'll break into pieces!"

"Do you know what it's like to wake up and think, just for a moment, that everything is as it was?"

"I've never seen much good come from looking to the past."

"She was the last link to who I was. I must find out who I am yet going to be."

"We all carry grief. It's rarely fatal."

"I wish you had the luxury of grief, but you don't."

"I've seen a lot of death, a lot of pain, a lot of suffering - but I've also seen a lot of life, a lot of beauty, a lot of wonder."

"Are you feeling okay? I've never seen you sleep for so long."

"Whatever punishment you think I deserve, I swear I have already endured it."

"Why are you talking in the past tense?"

"I understand. I know what it is to grieve."

"It's hard to believe that I'm now the last surviving member of my family."

"Even the most painful memories can become familiar. A refuge, if you'd like."

"What if I don't want to remember?"

"If you could, would you bring him back to life?"

"I know you want to help me, but I don't think you can this time."

"One doesn't lose a brother and remain emotionless."

"Sacrifice is hard, but you're no stranger to it."

"This place just isn't the same anymore."

"You don't get over it. You just get used to the crack in your heart."

"I don't like funerals. I never know what I'm supposed to say."

"Memories, like photographs, have a way of fading over time."

"You don't have to live in the past. Just let it go."

"Your eyes! What's happened to your eyes?"

"Not every story gets a happy ending."

"We've all got to move on."

"Mostly, it's loss that teaches us about the worth of things."

"Everything that's ever lived has to die."

"Grief can drive people to extraordinary lengths."

"You reach a point where the only thing you can do is just keep moving forward. That's all there is."

"There are things for all of us that not even all the time in the world would be able to erase."

"It's funny; I should feel melancholy, but mostly what I feel is liberated."

"The past's never just the past."

"Have you any idea what it's like to be haunted?"

[kozzax]

the wvpm dynamic is so connecticuit clark and malfina to me. the wvpmar dynamic is what if connecticuit clark and malfina were also romantically engaged with Guy Who Owns A Netflix Account. no i will not elaborate.

[deoidesign]

happy birthday! I just wanted to let you know that I came across this account after seeing this sick horror piece of old time churches, decinding to follow the page, and then realising that it was the same artist who'd written that sick comic on time travelling werewolves and vampires which I'd lost. and they're both t4t too ! effervescent

thank you!

Honestly it is an extremely unfamiliar reality that someone could know me from multiple different things... Not sure what to do with that but I'm glad to have impacted you in small ways and I hope to continue to do so! So thanks for being here, I'm glad that fate brought us back together haha

[kellystar321]

@rhinoyo MY BELOVED LEMMY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! lots of love!! <33

[rhythmic-idealist]

remembering how when I asked my second boyfriend out to prom (we weren't dating at the time! prom started it) our mutual friend helped me get set up with a cardboard(?) sword to kneel and present, and a sign that says "it's dangerous to go alone. take me?" and he walks through the door and says "dammit, I was gonna ask you"

I think we still have the video somewhere

[ratstuckinamarble]

the rat is SICK? :( poor poor rat.....

stay snuggly and stay warm <3

Oh my goodness how are you this adorable T-T I don't even know what to say...

I want to glue this to my heart. May not help me get well sooner but it sure is making me so happy ๑ï

Thank you, truly.

I'll try my best to stay snuggly and warm, though I could never reach the comfort of your drawing. In the meantime, you stay cozy and safe too <3

[s0dium]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Synopsis: Ever wondered what JJK men with a heavy breeding kink would be like? Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Monsterform!Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Choso, Nanami Kento Warnings: Breeding, rough sex, praise, cum kink, Monsterform!Sukuna, masturbation, PUSSY DRUNK, fingering, nipple play, edging begging, mentions of pregnancy, mating press, overstimulation, marathon sex, degrading, cum kink, subspace, mirror sex, cowgirl

Toji Fushiguro 

It's almost a little game of his, how many times can he cum in you.

Loathes condoms. Toji hates the plastic flimsy things, but after Megumi he would probably be more cautious, his pull out game becomes stronger

The type to keep you plugged up for a bit with his dick after he cums

If any slips out he will use his thumb to slip it back it

Probably doesn't even ask. Every time you fuck him he is gonna cum into you. Such a slut, you deserve it.

“You're doing such a good job baby, taking this like a champ,” Toji moans between grunts, his eyes closed, tips of his ears bright red from the pleasure, and his black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. How long has Toji been dreaming about this exact moment? How many times did he fuck his fist to the image of how your pretty face looks right now? More importantly, he realizes, this is it, this is when he can fulfill his biggest fantasy that's been gnawing at his brain like a parasite; he can finally pump his cum into your sweet belly like he has fantasized about.

“Ngh~ too f-fast~” Tears trickled down your face and yet your hips were needly bucking up to take his dick like there was some how more of him to take. What a glutton for punishment you were, but soon that burning pain became something just as good, even better actually, delicious pleasure. You started to arch you back off the bed like a bow and you lock your legs around his back, holding yourself in place so he could fuck you like an animal. The sound of your hips meeting was so loud, that you were sure if any of your neighbors walked by would know what you were doing. Like you cared.

It's as if a primal need has taken hold of Toji, your pleas for him to slow down only go in and out of his ears. With every snap of his hips a creamy ring of arousal forms at his base from your arousal and his precrum. Each movement creates intense friction that heightens the pleasure and the collision of your bodies sends waves of ecstasy through you, making it impossible to hold back your moans. Each motion brings a profound sense of connection and exhilaration, intertwining you closer to the brink of overwhelming joy. The friction of Toji's dick rubbing your walls is enough to leave you breathless and eagerly anticipating each subsequent moment.

"G-gonna cum baby, your gonna take it." He is practically tumbling over his words now from the vice grip your pussy has on his cock. Thank god you are also nearing your peak because you don't know how much more your body can take, you need to use your legs tomorrow.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" With a loud moan, Toji buries himself deep into your creamy pussy, relishing in the warm feeling, before pumping a heavy load of warm cum into your womb. His cum doesn't stop until your belly was swollen with the hot liquid and your toes curled from the pleasure. The heat spreads through your body, driving you to the edge of pleasure. The overwhelming sensation finally takes over, pushing you into a state of pure ecstasy.

As your pussy convulses, Toji doesn't leave the warmth of your cunt for a second, keeping you plugged and stuffed with his cum.

"Fell so good princess, ya feel like heaven."

Gojo Satoru 

You question whether this is all a dream. It's utterly euphoric, enveloped by every aspect of Gojo—his heady scent, the warmth of his skin, and his mesmerizing voice echoing in your ears. It's a sensory overload that feels almost too intense to be real.

“Oh, where did you float off too, princess?” he coos, watching the glossy, faraway look take over your eyes. Despite this, Gojo keeps up his brutal pace his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. There’s no warning when he comes.

"Love you," you babble, "Love you so much please c-cum in me." Your words are strung out on your lips from how fucking good you feel. As you succumb to each of his forceful, fast movements movements, waves of intense pleasure cascade through you.

“Shit” Gojo spoke through a gritted smile as he blew his load. Almost as if he was unfazed by his ejaculation, Gojo keeps sliding his member in and out, his milky semen leaking out as he continues to push into you relentlessly, not loosing a second of speed.

The sounds, god the sounds where sinful. Wet skin against skin echoed through the room the sloshing of cum trapped inside you, his thrusts are not only slicker and frictionless with the help of his hot cum,

“M-mhm..” your humming earns a guttural groan from the male above you, “m’ Please don't stop Satoru please don't stop” you cry, and how could he not? Of course, he was going to fuck his second load into you especially when you asked so nicely.

Geto suguru

Above all else, Geto Suguru is a family man

There is nothing more he wants than to see your belly round with his kid, to watch your breasts swell with milk

“Fuck princess you feel so fucking good.” Geto’s words come out accompanied with a chuckle, basking in the way your walls hug his dick.

Straddling Geto Suguru, you feel the solid strength of his arms as he effortlessly lifts you up and down his dick. Each controlled movement is a testament to his power, his hands firm and guiding. Your body has gone slack at this point, the muscles in your legs too tired from its constant tremblings and tightening due to how deliciously he fucked you. Good? Try Euphoric. You were in heaven from the way the tip of his fat dick collided with your gspot. He uses you like a sex toy, shaping your walls with his cock.

Long stray black strands of hair fall from his loose bun as he leans over to whisper into your ear. “Want me to fill you up don't you? Watch you grow round our child—” One of his thumbs rolls over your hardened nubs as he gropes at your chest, causing you to keen at the added stimulation, "These will fill with sweet sweet milk, we’ll make sure there’s enough to share with me. Isn’t that what you want?”  Geto’s balls slap against your ass every time you bottom out on his dick.

“Oh fuh-“ His voice comes out breathless. You can feel each harsh contraction of his balls while he creams inside your pussy, such a tight fit that a ring of it seeps out at the base of where he’s connected to you. 

Choso

Choso cant count the number of times he’s touched himself to the thought of filling you up with cum over and over again, till glistening tears streamed down your pretty face and you were meekly begging him to stop. 

He doesn't know why but to Choso, its almost instinct to breed you up, and how could he resist? From the way your hips swayed to your honey-coated whines that escaped your mouth when he aggressively kissed you, you were practically asking for it. 

“Cho~!” you coo, reaching up and planting messy kisses along his chin. Heavy, hot pants escaped both of your mouths as your hips struggled to meet his brutal pace, to no avail.

Quite frankly Choso didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, of course, he knew you’d feel good, but not this good. Fuck, his fleshlight felt like sandpaper compared to the way your gummy walls sucked and spasmed around him. 

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me please don't sto-” You cut yourself off with as squeal when you felt Choso pull out for a quick second before slamming back into you with a grunt; the nearly inhumane girth of his cock making you dizzy at the surprise entrance. 

“Mm’feel so good baby, m’so good y/n” Choso whines were muffled due to how his face was buried in the crook of your neck, your scent only serving to bring him closer and closer to the edge. “m’ gonna cum- princess m’gonna cum inside.” he cuts of with a groan of his own, shooting thick white ropes of his cum into your walls.

Nanami Kento

See the thing is, Nanami didn't even know he had a breeding kink

It wasn't until he came in you for the first time, it wasn't until he watched it spill out and cover your pussy in a creamy white glaze that he became addicted. 

From that point on, Nanami loathed condoms. 

The side of your mouth was a mess of dripping drool. Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you let our a strangled whine as you watched Nanami hammer himself into you like a starved man. 

“Nanami!” you sob, reaching up to bury your face in his neck, “Please cum in me please!”

“F-fuck y/n, what did you just say?” He groans, brows furrowed and arm muscles straining as he continues to hold your hips in a death grip and fuck you. You met his stare, breathing heavily with sweat dotting your brow.

“I-I, want you to cum in me… please.” Brown eyes widen at your words, causing a warm rush of pleasure to spread through your tummy and tighten the coil.

“Oh, you filthy little fuck.” His movements began with renewed vigor, hips snapping against you almost painfully as you moaned without restraint. You felt full; completely stuffed by Nanami as he stretched your hole with every thrust.

Sukuna Ryomen

One of the many kinks the curse has

Nothing, and he means nothing is more satisfying than pressing down on your tummy and watching the load of cum spill out from you.

And whats the harm if you get knocked up while he’s at it? The king of all curses needs an heir anyways. 

A hum of satisfaction escaped as he watched your used battered body twitch in the reflection of the mirror every time Sukuna teasingly rubbed your clit in half circles with his thumb. 

“Beautiful girl, such a natural submissive”.

Two of the curse's other muscular hands played with your nipples, twisting and running over them with his index finger and thumb, flicking over them like one would turning on and off a light switch. How long have you been sitting in his dick, letting fingers work your clit and nipples to the very brink of a mind splitting orgasm, only for the high to be snatched away from you?

“Look at you” Sukuna hummed, his giving a teasing thrust right into your cervix making you gasp for air. You needed more movement, you needed friction; sitting on his dick spread in front of a mirror wasn't enough. “So needy, so fucking greedy for everything that I’m giving you.”

“I want m-more!” you sob, your body hyper-aware of how fast his fingers moved over your clit.

“Don't worry little thing, I’ll fill you up soon.”

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@stunie (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ thought abt you!!

ume’s morning hair routine !

note. vv short. just got inspired by nii satoru’s recent artwork of ume. i’m so in love w this man 🦋

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Umemiya finished his shower, his hair damp and unruly. He always took great care of his hair, meticulously styling it every morning, but today you offered to help.

"Let me do your hair today," you said, smiling as you picked up the hairdryer and flat iron.

Umemiya paused, slightly surprised, then smiled back. "Alright, but don't mess it up," he teased, sitting down in front of you.

You chuckled, feeling a flutter of warmth in your chest. "I promise I won't."

As you carefully dried his hair, you couldn't help but admire the way it shone under the light. His hair had always been soft and silky, and you loved the way it framed his face when it was styled just right.

Once his hair was dry, you picked up the flat iron, gently running it through each section of his hair. Umemiya closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands working through his locks. It was a rare moment of intimacy, one that made your heart swell with affection.

"There," you said softly, smoothing down the last strand. "Perfect."

Umemiya opened his eyes and turned to look at you, a playful grin on his lips. "How do I look?”

"Handsome as always," you replied, leaning in to plant a kiss on his forehead.

He chuckled, reaching up to cup your cheek. "Thank you, my love." he said, his voice soft and sincere.

As he stood up to get dressed, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. These simple moments, these quiet mornings spent together, were what made your relationship with Umemiya so special.

And as he turned to leave for the day, you couldn't resist calling out, "Don't forget to come back home looking just as handsome, okay?"

Umemiya laughed, waving as he headed out the door. "I'll try my best!"

As the door closed behind him, you found yourself smiling, already looking forward to the next morning you could spend together.

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— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.” 

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?” 

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-” 

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper. 

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans. 

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?” 

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

 “Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?” 

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.” 

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

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DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—” 

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience. 

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.” 

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.” 

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.” 

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—” 

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.” 

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?” 

 “Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?” 

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” 

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-” 

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

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SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’” 

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" 

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful." 

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?" 

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made." 

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.” 

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.” 

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)