#your so cool mootie

[genderconsumer]

PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMBOARD PLUSHIE STIMB

HERE YA GOOO !!!

[iloveacronix]

I want to talk to my mutuals so bad bro but my stupid ass is too scared bc im a very unhinged person and I am very unserious and serious at the same time or I joke about lots of things that make you question if I need mental help. HELLOOOO... MOOTIE PATOOTIES... TALK TO MEEEEE I WANT FRIENDS I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL IM A DAMN PEBBLE COMPARED TO YALL

Me rn

[charlieswanismydad]

*GRABS YOU* HEHE YOU’RE MY NEW FREJAND NOWW AND HEELLOOO!!

AAAAAAAA HIIIIII!!! 🥹🥹🥹

I SAW THIS NOTIF AND SCREAMED

ANYWAYS HI NEW FRIENDDDD!!!!

[mothinabottle]

English or Spanish

Omg I think I know who you are! I missed you so much!! 💙💙

As for the question—Both. I can do both, but I miss writing in spanish 😅

Like, idk I just think spanish is more expressive and fun, plus I kinda wish more latam fellas were in this fandom 😞

[metalmusicwhore]

me when my moots post or say something nice about me or my blog or just interact with me

[lanasblood]

Hey mi amor bonita how are youuu? 💕 i miss youuu. Do i need to come fight anyone at ur uni yet orrr??? I hope you have the best day and biggest smooch for you 💕💕

I love your smooches, mi dulce princesa 🫂💕I love you sooooo much!!! ✨✨✨

open for a surprise (visual representation of me)

can you imagine the smile on my face upon reading your message?? I miss you too 😩💞😭💝 and you are actually the best baby but today there is no need to fight (yet😈) however I need to work on this group project (luckily only until friday) and most of my friends skip classes (they're on vacation) so i'm on my own with people I don't like 🥺

how are you? I hope you feel better, and I hope the day wasn’t draining, and I hope you took good care of yourself today, and I hope you know how much I love you 💕

[void-dude]

SHAPES AND PINES AU MASTER POST

here ye! here ye! Here's a full list of every post related to Shapes and Pines!

This will also be updated as I continue to create things for the AU! (Everything under cut)

Wanna see all the cool FANART AND FANFICS? -> Masterlist 2

!Random drawings semi-/non-canon!

How it started... oh it STARTED NO

First concept / Second concept

I'm infecting people

Playlist for the SaP

Voice HC for Tad

WIP (give me your heart)

Lovey-dovey

semi working but complicated queer situationship

They simply came to me in a dream

Legs 1 / Legs 2

Wrinkles and Love

I'm Tad Strange

Kiss Kiss

No competition

He want that fat boy

Immortality is a curse

OURGHH GET A ROOM

Glamour on (to hide)

Get a room...(suggestive)

My Boss

Nightmare Tad

Climb him like a tree

The umbrella

Catnip...

!Backstory time/Billy Arc!

Look at the stars

Glamour and Scar

Oh Little Billy, please

Billy you're just special (provided by my amazing mootie Nako, everybody say thanks Nako)

!Semi Chronological timeline!

One is the loneliest number

THE FIRST MEETING

So they talked...

Floppy disk

“ And before I knew it, I agreed to things I shouldn’t have “

The day I got out of the basement

Touchy subject - Stan

Well shit

Getting a ring

Thermometertest

!Side AU/hypotheticals!

(Not all are from me but I loved them so much that they are part of this)

Dreamscapers (provided by my amazing mootie Nako, everybody say thanks Nako)

GET BETTER TASTE

Tad stuck around

Human Tad and Bill

[angelbwrry]

Hi pretty 💕

Can I request Ony going feral over reader getting a fresh acrylic set done with his initial on her ring finger? I SWEAR my man goes absolutely CRAZY when I do this and I feel like Ony would as well 😫

He’d probably like feeling her nails scratch at his scalp when he’s going down on her as well 🤭

hi mootie♡︎ i loveeeed writing this,enjoy!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈- ony loves when you get your nails done,so you decide to get his initial.he ends up having you for breakfast.

𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈╰┈➤ ony x reader

𝒸𝓌ׂ╰┈➤ oral sex,praise, fingering, dirty talk,fingering,18+

word count ׂ╰┈➤ 1k

!

Ony fucking loved pampering you by getting your nails done. He adored the adorable designs you always chose, how they felt as he pleasured you, and how they felt when you ran your fingers through his hair. He always made sure you had the means to treat yourself to getting your nails done and anything else you desired.

He usually goes with you to your nail appointment, but yesterday he had worked a long shift and was too tired to join. You wanted to surprise him by getting his initial on your nails, so you stuck with your usual pink design but added an 'o' on your ring finger.

You were happily humming while preparing breakfast for your partner, eagerly anticipating his reaction to the surprise. Knowing he had been working late and feeling exhausted, you decided to treat him to a special breakfast on his day off. You cooked up sausage, heart-shaped eggs, bacon, and toast, along with pancakes topped with blueberries - his favorite.

The birds were chirping outside the cracked window, while a cool breeze swept through the kitchen.

The sound of the bedroom door creaking made you look up. You could hear the sound of water running, so you figured ony was washing his face and brushing his teeth before he came down. It wasn't long before the stairs creaked under his weight as he walked down.

He looked so fucking sexy,he was shirtless only wearing checkered pajama pants hanging loosely at his waist, exposing his chiseled v-line. Stretching his tattooed muscular arms above his head, a yawn escaped his lips. His sleepy brown eyes met yours, a smile forming on his face.

"Morning, mamas," he murmured, pulling you close with his tattooed arm and giving you a peck on the cheek. You grinned, setting down the spatula. "Hey there, how was your sleep?" you asked, embracing him tightly.

“Good,mmm’ cooking me breakfast. That's why I married your beautiful ass. It smells delicious, baby," Ony complimented. He thought you looked stunning in your pink robe, with no makeup on and your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands framing your gentle face.

Your man's compliments still had the power to make your cheeks flush with warmth, even after four years together. It's amazing how he can still make you feel like a teenage girl with a swooning heart.

“Thanks baby, check out my nails.” You pulled your arms back and proudly displayed your nails. Ony’s smile grew even wider when he saw them. You raised an eyebrow in confusion when he clicked the stove top off.

“Ony it’s not done-“

Your words were caught in your throat as he abruptly kissed you, causing you to let out a moan. Your back pressed against the cold granite countertop, sending a shiver down your spine. His large hands gripped your thighs and lifted you up onto the counter, his lips still locked with yours.

He had complete control over you, the urgency in his kisses leaving you eager and excited. A soft, needy moan escaped you as he pulled back, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead before moving downward.

You had nothing on under the silk robe and gasped when he parted your legs. He groaned as he gazed at your smooth shaven pussy. A little bit of wetness had escaped and he couldn't resist licking it up with his finger, letting out a soft moan as he savored the taste.

You moaned in delight as his tongue glided over your sensitive pussy, his lips attaching to your clit. His grip tightened on your quivering legs, knowing your tendency to squirm, so he kept you close while burying his face deeper between your legs.

"Oh my," you breathed out, his tongue moving eagerly over your moist center. You could only whimper in delight as he devoured you on the kitchen counter, low moans escaping his lips as he pleasured you, sending vibrations through your body and leaving you even more aroused.

He whispered, "this my shit," while licking, his tongue moving so quickly that it made your head spin. A combination of his saliva and your juices leaked from you and dripped down the counter.

"F-feels s-so good," you cried out, your nails clutching onto Ony's hair, causing him to moan. He absolutely adored it when you grabbed his hair like that, his arousal evident in the way his member twitched in his pants. You were like a drug to Ony, an addiction he couldn't resist, all he could think about was making you climax.

You arched your back as you felt him slide two fingers inside you, closing your eyes tightly from the sensation. Your body responded eagerly as he moved his fingers within you, and you couldn't help but let out a moan each time he pushed deeper.

“I love you s’much," you whimpered, as he pleasured you swiftly with his fingers, causing your stomach to tighten. A gasp escaped your lips as he returned to your pulsating clit, the sensation of his goatee brushing against your pussy making you crave release instantly.

"Princess, you're so wet for daddy," he whispered in his deep morning voice, making your legs tremble. His fingers were buried deep inside you, causing tears to well up in your eyes as you clawed at his shoulders with your nails, eliciting a moan from him.

His face was coated in your juices but he didn’t care,he was drunk off your pussy.

“You like when I fuck you with my fingers baby?” he questioned breathily.

“Y-yes.” you stuttered out as tears finally slipped down your flushed cheeks.

His tongue went back to work on your clit, driving you wild as you felt your orgasm building. You moaned loudly, feeling the tension in your stomach snap,your whole body shaking with pleasure.

“T-too sensitive!” you tried to push him away but he had his arms locked around you tightly.

"Don't run, baby.Take it like a big girl," he murmured before refocusing on your sensitive spot. All you could do was gasp and whimper as he pleasured you with his tongue. He continued until you were clean.

“Fuck.” you whined,toes curling as he licked at your folds, nose brushing against your clit.

When he finally pulled away his face was coated in your juices, a grin on his face.

“Thanks for breakfast baby.”

CINNN4MON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.DO NOT STEAL OR MODIFY. MWAH, BYE.

also, if you sent a request I’ll be getting to it this week:)

[minhosbitterriver]

────* ˚ ✦ BONDS OF PASSION ( stray kids )

❛ In a night of profound emotional connection and intimacy, you and Minho explore your bond through the intricate art of shibari, culminating in a tender embrace that deepens your love and gratitude.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.2k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 28 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ I'm always saying this, but I really love shibari; it's quite literally one of my favorite kinks. So, thank you to my wonderful mootie, Merin, for making the request! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, this is Y/N's first time participating in shibari, Minho has experience in shibari, intensely emotional sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), penetration, unprotected sex (please don't do this), let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The world outside seemed to fade away as if his bedroom had slipped into a realm of its own, where time slowed and the only reality was the two of you, kneeling on the floor. Every breath shared in the confined space felt amplified, the air thick with anticipation. The weight of your bare bodies pressed against the cool wooden floor, facing each other in a vulnerable dance of gazes that held unspoken promises. His eyes, deep pools of dark intensity, locked onto yours with a fervor you had never witnessed before. Minho's gaze bore into you, filled with a passion so palpable it sent shivers down your spine, yet there was something more—a quiet confidence, an ease born of experience, that radiated from him like a quiet storm. It was a look that only someone who had navigated these waters before could possess.

In contrast, you could feel the uncertainty swirling within your own eyes, a reflection of the storm raging inside you. You imagined how pale your face must appear under the soft light, as your heart pounded relentlessly against your chest, each beat echoing in the stillness of the room. The silence between you both was almost deafening, broken only by the rhythmic rise and fall of your breaths. You were acutely aware that this was uncharted territory for you, a space where Minho had already traveled with ease. 

This would be the first time you would surrender so completely, relinquishing not just the control of your body but also the reins of your heart and soul. The thought of it made your pulse race even faster, a flutter of nerves and excitement tangling within you. The rope you had both chosen together, a symbol of trust and shared desire, lay between you on the floor, a silent witness to the intimacy about to unfold. As you knelt before him, you knew that tonight, you would willingly empty your mind, allowing Minho to guide you into a world where he alone dictated the pace, where his touch would define your every movement and sensation. And as the rope waited patiently, you found yourself ready to embark on this journey with him, prepared to lose yourself in the intensity of the moment.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly before Minho’s lips finally curled into a gentle, reassuring smile, a subtle yet powerful gesture that sent a cascade of tingles racing across your skin. The moment felt suspended in a delicate balance between anticipation and reality, where the space between you two was charged with an unspoken understanding. The warmth of his gaze enveloped you, pulling you into the depths of his emotions, where you could glimpse the full spectrum of his intentions, his unyielding desire, and the raw intensity of his feelings. In that gaze, you found solace, a calming balm to the storm of thoughts that had been churning within you.

The world outside seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you cocooned in this intimate bubble. Minho’s eyes spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his commitment to you, and in that moment, all remnants of doubt and anxiety began to dissipate. The air around you, thick with silent anticipation, was finally pierced by the soft melody of his voice, tender and careful as if coaxing your soul to dance with his. “Do you remember our safe word?” he asked, the question a gentle reminder of the trust that formed the foundation of what was about to unfold.

His eyes left yours momentarily, tracing the contours of your expression as if seeking any lingering traces of hesitation. You met his gaze with a timid nod, the ghost of a smile beginning to tug at your lips. “Mercy,” you whispered, the word carrying with it a promise of trust, a signal that you were still willing to journey into this new, uncharted territory with him. 

Minho’s smile widened, a reflection of the satisfaction and joy that your willingness brought him. It was a smile that held a thousand promises, a smile that reassured you of the care he would take as he led you further into this passionate exploration. In that smile, you saw not just a lover, but a guide, someone who would hold you through the most intense moments and bring you safely to the other side. And as you both prepared to step into this new chapter together, the connection between you deepened, wrapped in the shared understanding that, no matter what, you were in this together.

Minho rose to his feet, and your eyes couldn’t help but follow the fluid motion of his form, tracing the contours of his body as he moved with a quiet, unspoken elegance. Every inch of him was a masterpiece, a living testament to the beauty that lies in the harmony of strength and grace. As he made his way behind you, you allowed yourself to drink in the sight of him, this man who stood before you like a vision of divine perfection. His naked form, something you had always admired, seemed almost otherworldly in its beauty, a reflection of the statues of ancient gods that once graced the grand temples of old.

Minho’s physique was a study in contrasts, lean yet muscular, with each muscle defined in a way that spoke of both power and restraint. His body was a work of art, chiseled with the same care and precision that an ancient sculptor might have applied to marble, capturing the very essence of masculine beauty. Every movement he made was deliberate, infused with a quiet confidence that spoke of his inner strength. There was a grace in the way he carried himself, an elegance that made your knees tremble with admiration, as if you were in the presence of a god who needed no words to command the space around him.

The sharp lines of his jaw were a testament to the precision with which nature had crafted him, a strong and unwavering feature that brought to mind the angular perfection of the statues that had survived the ages. It was a defining trait, one that spoke of the strength and resolve that lay beneath the surface, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly it seemed to fit him, as if he had been carved by the hands of an ancient artisan intent on embodying the ideal of masculine beauty.

And then there were his hands, the part of him you cherished most. Those hands, both graceful and strong, were like those of a Greek statue, crafted with a care that reflected both power and delicacy. Whether they were guiding him through the fluid movements of a dance or exploring every inch of your body with a precision that drove you to the edge of insanity, his hands conveyed an artistry that was unparalleled. They spoke of his physical prowess, of his ability to channel his strength into the most delicate of touches, and in those moments, you could feel the depth of his connection to you, as if his very soul was intertwined with yours.

Lee Minho, the man who held your heart in his hands, was a raw beauty to behold, a living embodiment of the divine made flesh. His presence, his very essence, was something that captivated you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame, and as you gazed upon him, you couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of awe at the man who stood before you, a man whose soul you firmly believed was tied to yours in a bond that was as unbreakable as it was beautiful.

Your bare skin ignited with a fiery sensation the very moment Minho's warm, naked torso pressed firmly against your back. His presence was a comforting weight, his legs resting on either side of your crossed limbs, encasing you in a protective embrace. You could feel his breath, warm and gentle, fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers racing down your spine. As he reached around you, his hands moved with a deliberate tenderness, uncrossing your legs with a fluid grace that left you breathless. The moment his strong legs pinned yours beneath him, you felt an exhilarating surge of vulnerability and trust. His touch was a soothing balm, and as your skin prickled with tiny bumps in response, you surrendered yourself to his guidance, allowing him to mold your body however he wished.

A featherlight kiss brushed the nape of your neck, his plump lips barely grazing your skin, yet the sensation was enough to draw a muted gasp from your parted lips. Minho gently pulled you back, easing you into his embrace until your full weight rested against him, your back flush with his chest. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and you found yourself biting back a moan as his warmth seeped into your very being. 

Minho had only just begun to touch you, yet already the worries that had once plagued your mind — whether large or small, old or new — began to dissolve, fading into the background as your thoughts grew quieter. With each passing second, you felt your mind and body gradually submit to the serene headspace Minho had so patiently explained to you before. He had been right; there truly was nothing that compared to the bliss of surrendering every burden, every lingering doubt, to the gentle pleasure that was slowly consuming your senses. 

Time seemed to blur as he held you close, his strong arms wrapped securely around your chest, anchoring you in the moment. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the soft rise and fall of his breathing became your world, a lullaby that lulled you deeper into tranquility. You reached up, fingers trembling slightly as you interlaced them with his, feeling the warmth and strength in his grasp. In his embrace, you found a sanctuary, a place where you could lose yourself completely, letting go of everything except the profound connection you shared with him. 

It took a moment for you to realize that Minho had begun gently rocking your bodies from side to side, his embrace warm and secure, as though he was cradling your very soul. His breath, warm against your ear, sent waves of desire coursing through you, a passion so intense it bordered on painful. His voice, soft and tender, murmured words that sent shivers down your spine. "Your pretty head is already so empty, baby," he whispered, each word laced with adoration. "You're doing so good for me already." As his lips trailed tender kisses along every inch of your exposed skin, you instinctively squeezed his fingers, your silent way of letting him know you were still present, still with him. 

Minho’s fingers tightened around yours in response, a comforting reassurance that melted any lingering doubts. "I can't thank you enough for trusting me like this," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine reverence. "It’s such an honor to share this moment with you." The delicacy of his words sent a soft whine escaping from your lips, quickly turning into a moan that echoed the vulnerability you felt in his presence. With a final, lingering kiss pressed onto your shoulder, Minho slowly unwrapped his arms from around your torso, his touch lingering like the ghost of a warm embrace. 

He shifted his position with a graceful ease, one knee sinking to the floor while the other foot remained firmly planted, his body hovering over yours like a guardian angel. His eyes, filled with a quiet intensity, never left yours as he reached for the rope that had been momentarily forgotten between you. With practiced care, he began working the rope free from its tight spiral, each loop unfurling in a fluid motion until it lay in a long, taut line behind you. 

With a few measured tugs, Minho folded the length in half, aligning the two ends with meticulous precision before letting the rope rest lazily over one of your shoulders. The looped end of the rope was held between his teeth, a playful glint in his eyes as he let the rough texture brush against your overly sensitive skin. The sensation sent your breath hitching, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation of what was to come. Every fiber of your being was attuned to him, to the way his touch promised both restraint and release, as you surrender yourself completely to the moment, to Minho.

Once the rope was positioned just right, Minho wasted no time in pressing his firm chest against your back once more. The warmth of his skin sent a comforting shiver through you, and as his body began to sway, it felt as though you were both caught in an entrancing dance. Slowly, he guided you into a series of circular motions, the gentle rhythm lulling you deeper into a shared trance. The way he moved with you was like a carefully choreographed ballet, each step measured and intentional, designed to draw out the pleasure simmering just beneath the surface.

As Minho pinned your arms beneath his own, a surge of instinct had you clutching the back of his thighs, seeking an anchor in the storm of sensations that were building between you. The heat of the moment intensified, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over you with each of Minho’s expert touches. His hands, strong yet tender, guided your movements, and the synergy between your bodies grew with every slow, deliberate motion. The connection was so deep, so visceral, that you lost track of time, completely immersed in the dance of your shared intimacy.

At some point, you became aware that your legs had returned to their original x-patterned position. The realization came just as Minho’s hands, heavy with intent yet comforting in their touch, pressed against your feet. He let them linger there for a moment before slowly, sensually, dragging them up the length of your legs. His fingers caressed your inner thighs, ghosting over your aching arousal, teasing you with the promise of more. Finally, his hands found their home on your waist, and the sensation was so overwhelming that a guttural moan escaped your lips, raw and unbidden. 

Your head fell back against Minho’s shoulder, your eyes fluttering open for a brief second. Through the haze of desire, you caught sight of his gaze — an all-consuming love that pierced through the fog of your mind, grounding you in the moment. The way his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that spoke of both passion and devotion, sent a shiver down your spine. You reached out with a trembling hand to squeeze his bicep, offering a blissed-out grin in return, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection you shared. Then, with a soft sigh, you let your eyes drift closed once more, allowing yourself to sink back into the warmth of his embrace, the intimacy of this moment enveloping you completely.

A few moments passed in this heavenly embrace, each second stretching into eternity as you basked in the warmth of Minho’s touch. The world outside seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you entwined in this intimate dance. But then, the gentle hold on your waist faded, replaced by the firm yet careful grip of Minho's hands as they moved to capture your wrists. With a tender precision, he brought them together in front of your body, the motion so fluid it felt almost like an extension of the dance you were sharing.

He held your wrists together with one hand, a possessive yet loving grasp that sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins. His free hand trailed up the length of your arm, a ghostly touch that left your skin tingling in its wake, before finding its place in your hair. His fingers wove through the strands, gripping just firmly enough to draw a moan from your lips. It wasn't painful — far from it — but the pressure was just enough to remind you of the power he held, the control he wielded over your body and senses.

The rhythmic, circular motions he had so carefully orchestrated came to an abrupt stop, leaving you breathless with anticipation. Then, with a controlled force, Minho pushed both of your bodies forward, guiding you down until your chest and stomach were pressed firmly against the ground. Your knees spread to the sides, a position that left you utterly vulnerable and exposed, and the raw, guttural moan that tore from your throat was a testament to the overwhelming arousal that flooded your senses.

As your mind struggled to catch up with this new, intoxicating position, Minho's warm body followed yours, his presence a constant, grounding force. The sensation of his naked flesh draping over your folded form sent shivers of pleasure coursing down your spine, each touch amplifying the closeness you shared. The weight of him pressed against your overly sensitive skin was both a comfort and a thrill, intensifying the already electric connection between you. It was as though every inch of your body was attuned to his, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of Minho, his touch, his breath, his very essence surrounding you, holding you captive in this moment of pure, unbridled intimacy.

Despite the rope held between his teeth, Minho managed to press a tender kiss onto your flushed cheek, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down your spine. As his lips lingered, you felt the first tentative grind of his hardened arousal against your lower back, the intimate friction igniting a new wave of sensation that rippled through your body. The slow, deliberate movement caused both of you to rock back and forth in a rhythm that was as mesmerizing as it was intoxicating, a silent dance that spoke of unspoken desires and deepening connection.

Your mouth fell open in a wordless gasp, your senses immediately drowning in the overwhelming pleasure that blossomed from this newfound contact. Each subtle shift of his hips against you sent shockwaves of arousal spiraling through your core, leaving you painfully wet and clenching around the emptiness inside, desperate for more. The need within you grew with every passing second, a relentless ache that only intensified as your body responded to his touch with soft whines and gasps, spilling from your lips without restraint.

Your eyelids crinkled in pleasure, brows knitting together as your mind struggled to keep up with the storm of sensations crashing over you. But any semblance of control was quickly lost as you felt Minho's hardened length begin to leak onto your lower back, the warmth of his arousal mingling with your own fevered skin. The combination was electrifying, a heady mix of intimacy and desire that left you trembling. 

Minho’s breathing grew strained, the steady rhythm faltering as he momentarily lost himself in his own pleasure, the sound of it like a raw, primal symphony that echoed in your ears. The very air between you crackled with the intensity of the moment, each breath, each touch, each whisper of fabric against skin drawing you deeper into the vortex of sensation that consumed you both. And as the two of you rocked together, moving in perfect unison, it felt as though nothing else existed beyond the boundaries of this shared moment, this exquisite blend of passion and connection.

However, the fleeting pleasure of Minho's grinding against your lower back was soon replaced by a new sensation as he shifted positions once again. His movements were deliberate, yet unhurried, as he slowly pulled away, the grinding coming to a hesitant halt. The rope that had been held between his teeth now trailed gently across the expanse of your back, leaving a tingling path in its wake. The sensation was enough to elicit a soft moan from your lips, a sound that only deepened when Minho's fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you back into the solid warmth of his chest. His grip was firm yet tender, sending ripples of electricity across your skin, each pulse intensifying the connection between you.

The way your body instinctively melted into each of Minho's silent commands was intoxicating, a surrender that felt both empowering and liberating. In his hands, you felt safe, cherished, and utterly consumed by the depth of your shared intimacy. There was no need to worry or overthink, as your soul-tied lover had taken control of every aspect of your pleasure, guiding you with a deftness that only heightened your arousal with every passing second. The trust between you was palpable, a silent understanding that allowed you to let go completely, to revel in the sensations that Minho was expertly crafting.

Your awareness of his actions dimmed as you lost yourself in the familiar rhythm of your bodies moving in perfect unison. The steady rocking was a dance of pure sensation, each movement a testament to the deep connection you shared. It wasn't long before you felt Minho's hand release its hold on your hair, and your dazed eyes fluttered open, curiosity piqued by the change in his touch. His free hand joined the other, which had been holding both of your wrists, and you watched through half-lidded eyes as the rope glided smoothly over your skin, its texture a reminder of the gentle power Minho wielded over you.

With slow, deliberate movements, Minho began to wrap the rope around your wrists, his expert hands tying the first knot with a precision that was both arousing and reassuring. The pressure of the rope was firm, enough to make you feel bound, yet not tight enough to cause discomfort. It was a tender introduction, a prelude to what was to come, and the anticipation of it sent a thrill through your body. The way Minho's hands moved with such care and intention made it clear that this was only the beginning, and the thought of what lay ahead left you breathless, your heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of your shared desire.

Your breath catches as Minho's teeth graze your earlobe, a playful nip that sends a shiver down your spine. He'd just secured the first knot around your wrists, tugging lightly to ensure it held firm. The binding was precise, a testament to his careful attention. "How are we feeling, my love?" he murmured, his voice softer than a whisper, as though the very air around you would break if he spoke too loudly. Even through the fog of your bliss, you managed a silent nod, your senses dulled yet heightened by the intimacy of the moment. Minho's quiet chuckle warmed your heart, its gentle timbre resonating deep within you.

Releasing his grip on your wrists, Minho didn't pause in the rhythmic sway of your bodies. His hands moved with purpose, trailing up and down your arms in a tender effort to ground you in the here and now. The sensation was electric, a soothing contrast to the growing intensity between you. "Use your words for me," he coaxed, his tone a mix of gentle insistence and deep affection. "I need to know you're here with me." The sheer tenderness in his voice drew a whimper from your lips, the weight of your love for him pressing heavily on your chest.

As his chin came to rest softly on your shoulder, you tilted your head just enough to meet his gaze. His expression was one of pure serenity, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you. The sight of him, so calm and full of love, made your heart swell, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. With a small, almost shy smile, you whispered, "I'm here. I'm with you." The words were meant for him alone, a quiet reassurance that you were still present, still grounded in this moment with him.

Minho's smile widened at your response, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was as sweet as it was brief. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort, any hint that you were anything less than utterly content. But all he found was the evidence of your mind blissfully clouded, your expression soft and open. You managed another nod, followed by a whispered "yes," the word barely more than a breath. He hummed in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your temple before his hand moved to rest against your throat.

The shift in his touch brought a new intensity to the moment, his wrist firm against your throat as he quickened the pace of your shared rhythm. The atmosphere in the room thickened, the air heavy with the weight of your connection. "My love," he murmured into your ear, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, sending another shiver through you. "From this point forward, I will be picking up the pace. Just keep in mind that I adore you completely, so if you need me to stop, all you have to do is use the safe word, and I will do as asked. Please nod your head if you understand this, baby. I need you to stay here with me."

The gentle pleading in his voice tugged at your heart, and you felt an overwhelming surge of emotion. His concern, his care, it all spoke to the depth of his feelings for you. With a soft yet firm resolve, you met his gaze, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that mirrored his own. Slowly, you nodded, the movement small but full of assurance.

Minho's eyes softened further, the relief evident as he leaned in to capture your lips once more in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. This moment, this connection between you, was more than just physical—it was a profound expression of the love and trust you shared. As the kiss deepened, the rhythm of your bodies followed suit, each movement syncing perfectly with the other, a dance of intimacy that enveloped you both.

Minho presses another gentle kiss to your temple, a soft, unspoken acknowledgment of your consent. The delicate touch of his lips sends a soothing warmth through you, a silent promise of care and affection. Using the wrist he had previously rested against your neck, he gently guides your head back to rest on his shoulder, his touch both tender and commanding. At the same time, he lifts your wrists slightly by the ropes binding them, a subtle shift that draws you closer to him.

As your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the intensity of the moment, you feel yourself being enveloped by the sensations surrounding you. Minho's movements become a rhythm you can't help but follow, his hips coaxing you to roll your own in an erotic dance reminiscent of the way you move when seated on his lap. The heat of his skin meets the tender, restrained touch of your tied hands, and you instinctively let your fingers brush against his cheek, a soft caress that makes his breath hitch—a delightful response to your affectionate gesture amidst the consuming passion.

You begin to roll your hips in sync with Minho’s guiding movements, the rhythm now an unspoken dance between you. Shifting your head, you nestle your face into the curve of his neck, the closeness a balm to your senses. With swift, practiced motions, Minho directs your bound hands to move in a semi-circle in front of you, a motion that feels like a step in a choreographed routine. The pace of your bodies swaying together grows more urgent and intense, your breaths becoming sharp, matching Minho's as the anticipation of the moment electrifies every nerve in your body. 

As soon as your tied hands completed their arc from one side to the other, Minho eased back, allowing your pliant body to drape across his strong thigh. The soft, powerful support of his leg cradled you, and you surrendered completely to the enveloping tranquility that your mind floated upon. With your eyes still closed, you surrendered to the all-encompassing serenity that seemed to cocoon you.

Once you were settled on his thigh, Minho used his other leg to gently spread your knees further apart. A soft moan, which quickly morphed into a whine, escaped your lips as his firm hand pressed against your chest and traveled slowly down to cup your drenched arousal. But just as quickly, he withdrew, leaving you in a state of aching anticipation.

Minho shifted his body slightly, pulling you closer with the rope that bound your wrists. A hand guided your head forward, and you reluctantly opened your eyes to meet his intense gaze. His eyes, soft yet laden with a dark anticipation, locked onto yours as he resumed the sensual, circular rocking of your bodies. The tender yet unyielding rhythm of his movements sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a thrill at the shift in his gaze, a potent blend of tenderness and longing.

Leaning forward, Minho pushed you backward until your head nearly touched the ground, his lips parting in a teasing promise. Instinctively, you parted your own lips, expecting a kiss, but instead, he breathed into your mouth, the warm, intoxicating air a seductive caress as his eyes remained locked on yours. Just as abruptly, he pulled away, pressing you back firmly against his chest, leaving both of you breathless. 

Your cheeks pressed together, and a thrilling shiver raced up your spine as you watched Minho pull the rope tighter, binding your wrists securely against your chest. The sensation of the rope against your skin, combined with the proximity of his body and the intensity of his gaze, created a heady, intoxicating blend of pleasure and anticipation that left you utterly enraptured.

As the session deepens, Minho maintains a steady rhythm, swaying your bodies together in perfect harmony. His skilled hands move with deliberate grace, meticulously tying the rope to ensure your hands remain securely pressed against your chest. The rope's embrace is both encompassing and protective, each knot and loop placed with exquisite care. Minho pauses occasionally, his eyes soft yet attentive, as if silently checking in on you.

The rope winds its way around your shoulders, torso, and then descends to your thighs, hips, and legs. Each pass of the rope feels grounding and intense, its firm grip holding your legs apart to reveal your glistening core. The tightening sensation of the rope, combined with Minho’s unwavering presence, envelops you in a profound sense of vulnerability and trust. As Minho finishes the intricate tying, the final knot meticulously placed, you become aware of the intensity of the emotions coursing through you. A few tears have traced paths down your cheeks, each one tenderly kissed away by Minho.

With a gentle sigh, Minho allows you to rest on the ground, still bound but comforted. He kneels beside you, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he interlocks his fingers with one of yours. His gaze is filled with a tender appreciation for the intricate work he has completed. Leaning in, he presses a soft, loving kiss to your lips, his free hand caressing your hair with affectionate strokes. Despite the bonds that encircle you, there’s an astonishing sense of relaxation that washes over your body, a profound feeling of safety you’ve never experienced before.

The realization of how deeply safe and cherished you feel brings fresh tears to your eyes. Minho coos softly, his voice a gentle balm to your soul, as he kisses away each tear with a tenderness that rekindles your love for him. This renewed affection is even more intense and consuming than before. In a moment of pure connection, you turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss filled with tender passion, a testament to the profound bond you share.

What began as a tender kiss soon transformed into an urgent expression of unrestrained desire. Each touch of your lips against Minho’s was imbued with growing desperation, your moans escaping into the intoxicating dance of your shared kiss. His breath, once controlled, now came in ragged gasps, a stark testament to the fervor that had taken hold. As your previously clouded thoughts cleared, all that remained was an all-consuming craving for his body.

Though your hands were bound tightly against your chest, your fingertips clawed into his chiseled torso, digging in as though to silently convey your deep-seated needs. Minho’s groans were a symphony of pleasure, his brows knitting together as he relished the sting of your touch. The closeness between you was so profound that it blurred the lines of where one of you began and the other ended. This intoxicating proximity had you pressing your hips fervently against his, the ropes he had so meticulously wrapped around your hips digging into both of your heated skins, enhancing the fervor of the moment.

You luxuriated in the way his hands roamed over your bound body, pausing to explore the ropes before continuing their journey. Minho’s movements were deliberate, a testament to his careful attention to your every reaction. He eventually positioned himself between your tied knees, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made you shiver with anticipation. His gaze lingered, taking in the sight of your flushed, sweat-drenched skin and the rhythm of your chest rising and falling as you panted.

A moan, almost drunken in its intensity, escaped Minho’s lips as his eyes fell upon your achingly drenched arousal. “God, you’re already so deliciously wet for me,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with admiration. You responded with a desperate whine, arching your hips upwards in a silent plea for him to meet your needs. His eyes softened at your response, and he leaned in to place a brief, affectionate kiss on your lips before trailing his mouth downward. His kisses, messy and fervent, left a heated trail along your skin, heightening the intensity of the moment as he continued to explore.

You writhed beneath his touch, your mouth parting as a continuous stream of moans and gasps spilled forth. Every sensation was magnified by the ropes binding your body, which restricted your movements and made it challenging to maintain eye contact with him. When his breath, warm and tantalizing, brushed against your throbbing core, a cry of delight escaped your lips. 

"Min, please," you whispered, your first unprompted plea since this passionate encounter began. The sound of your desperate request drew Minho's gaze upward, his eyes now burning with an even more insatiable hunger. "Please, baby," you continued to beg, your voice faltering as you struggled to articulate the depth of your need. "I need you, please, I really need—"

Your words were abruptly cut off by a loud, guttural moan that tore from your throat as Minho's exquisite lips finally made contact with your sensitive clit. The sensation of his lips enveloping and gently sucking, exactly as you had longed for, was electrifying. His touch was slow and deliberate, his movements methodical, each caress sending waves of unparalleled pleasure crashing over you. 

Minho's tongue danced along the edges of your core, and you bucked your hips into his face, seeking more of the intoxicating sensation. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped your tied hands, a desperate attempt to ground yourself amidst the overwhelming pleasure. When his fingers finally entered the warmth of your aching arousal, your eyes fluttered back, a primal moan escaping you as another wave of ecstasy surged through your body.

In the past, you might have confidently declared that Minho was an exceptional lover, but the present moment redefined your understanding of his skill. His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, a pace that was both torturous and exquisite, plunging in and out of you with an intensity that left you breathless. The sensation was so overwhelmingly blissful that it eclipsed any previous experience, tightening your lower abdomen with a fervor you had never known.

Minho’s gaze was a palpable force, watching you intently as you arched your back in response to his relentless exploration of that sensitive, perfect spot inside you. His free hand pressed firmly against your abdomen, enhancing the pressure and making each thrust of his fingers feel even more profound. Meanwhile, his mouth returned to your pulsing clit, lavishing it with tender, expert attention.

The building pressure in your abdomen reached a crescendo, and you were overwhelmed by a powerful wave of pleasure that swept through your convulsing body. Minho's voice reached you as though from a great distance, his words muffled and indistinct amidst the roaring storm of your climax. Your focus remained solely on the rhythmic motion of his fingers, which continued to move deliberately in and out of you, guiding you through the final throes of your release.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, Minho withdrew his fingers, and you watched with a mixture of awe and lingering desire as he brought them to his mouth. He cleaned your arousal with a slow, savoring sweep of his tongue, his eyes never leaving you as he did so. The sight of him tasting you, coupled with the remnants of your own pleasure on his lips, left you breathless and yearning for more.

As your breathing gradually evened out, Minho’s form loomed over you, his presence both commanding and tender. He crawled with a deliberate slowness, the heat of his hardened length brushing against your stomach with each movement. Supporting himself on his forearms, which framed either side of your head, and balancing on his knees that bracketed your hips, he created an intimate cocoon of sensation and anticipation.

Minho’s eyes sparkled with a gleeful satisfaction as he gazed down at you, a radiant smile lighting up his face. The sight of him made your cheeks flush with a warm, bashful hue, and you responded to his smile with one of your own, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his gaze. Yet, each time his aching, hardened core brushed against your skin, a hitch in his breath made it clear that the night’s pleasures were far from over. The renewed flutter of arousal in your own still-sensitive core sent a thrilling shiver through you.

“You were mesmerizing just now,” Minho murmured, his voice a soft whisper meant solely for your ears. The intimacy of his words deepened the blush on your cheeks, and rather than voicing a response, you pressed your lips to his in a fervent kiss. It was a silent plea for more, a desperate declaration of your lingering need for him. The intensity of your kiss drove Minho to groan deeply, his hips settling onto your pelvis. You felt the undeniable heat of his hardness and the telltale slickness that marked his need.

The contact elicited a shared moan from both of you, and you instinctively arched your hips upwards, meeting his body with an eager urgency. Minho shifted his weight to one arm, his free hand gently cradling your jaw as he pulled away just enough to meet your eyes. His gaze held a silent question, one that was answered by your breathless plea. “Please, Min, I’ve never felt so good,” you panted, “I want to have all of you, please.”

His eyes softened with understanding, and he leaned in to capture your lips once more. The hand that had held your jaw now descended, wrapping around his aching arousal. He groaned deeply at the touch, momentarily pausing to steady himself before he began to pump his length, spreading his own wetness and heightening his anticipation. When he finally pressed the tip of his length against your core, the breath between you both became a held moment of shared expectation.

With a careful, measured thrust, Minho sheathed himself fully inside you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his tip found that sensitive spot with a precise, overwhelming pressure. Your back arched instinctively, seeking deeper connection. Minho’s forehead pressed against yours, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and intensity. His groans vibrated through you as he surrendered to the enveloping warmth of your pulsing tightness, the sensation of being within you driving him to the edge of his control.

Though Minho was often the type to drive you to the edge with relentless, vigorous thrusts that had you chanting his name like a sacred mantra, tonight was a different kind of exploration—one that delved deeply into the emotional connection you shared. This evening was about savoring the intimacy and connection between you.

The ropes that Minho had meticulously bound around your body pressed gently against your skin, creating a delicious tension that made your blood hum with heightened sensation. Each touch of the rope intensified the bliss that flowed through you, amplifying the pleasure you felt with every slow, deliberate motion of Minho’s hips. He would draw back just enough to tease, then push back into you with a depth that elicited soft, breathy moans from your lips.

Minho, too, was caught in the throes of this more tender passion. His eyes struggled to remain open as the pleasure overtook him, pulling him deeper into the shared experience. When you felt the telltale twitch of his length inside you, it was clear that he was nearing his peak. Determined to enhance the moment, you began to move your hips in time with his, each motion guided by the need to match his rhythm. Your moans grew louder as your sensitive clit grazed against his pelvis, driving both of you toward the precipice.

As Minho’s thrusts became more erratic and fevered, his control slipping as he chased his climax, the intensity between you both surged. Finally, with a thrust that struck your sensitive spot with a forceful precision, you both were pulled into an intimate, breathless crescendo. In that climactic moment, you pressed together, bodies entwined, as you both reached the peak of your pleasure simultaneously.

As the intensity of your shared passion began to wane, minutes slipped by in a languid haze. Your breath gradually settled, finding its rhythm once more, while Minho tenderly withdrew his softened length from your still-throbbing core. The room was infused with a soft glow, and you admired the way Minho’s skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat, a testament to the fervor of your union. You scarcely registered the sweet, murmured praises he offered as he meticulously began to untie the ropes that had bound you so intimately.

Your mind was still enveloped in the intoxicating fog of your shared ecstasy, yet every fiber of your being was alight with a blazing warmth that spoke of deep affection. “I love you, Min,” you breathed out, gently interrupting his gentle murmurings. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and his eyes softened with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. The unspoken emotion between you was palpable, and you continued, “Thank you for taking care of me. You have no idea how much I love you.”

As Minho unfastened the final knot securing your wrists, you did not hesitate. You drew him closer, enveloping him in a wordless embrace that conveyed a depth of emotion words could not capture. The silence of the moment spoke volumes, a shared connection that transcended language, as you both held each other tightly, savoring the quiet after the storm of your passion.

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i’m not sure if you’re currently writing for ushijima but if you are/will, could u write something smutty about reader telling him that they have an oral fixation 🤞 (i haven’t really seen any of your works for ushijima so i’m quite curious about how you write him. love your toji works, btw! <3)

Mouth on Body Experience

Oml you're my first HQ!! request, noonie! :00 Tbh with you, I never posted any of my HQ!! works because it was during a time when I was on and off with writing (not to mention it was chara x chara stuff bc I wasn't into x reader stuff back then), so this surprised me when I saw it in my inbox, lol. But I love Ushijima sm, like he's so cool and is definitely one of my top characters in the entire series!! Hope I did him justice in my writing since it's been so long, ty for this prompt! o(≧▽≦)o

Also, s/o to my wonderful mootie, @cu7ie, for helping me out with this!! I hope your day is going swell and wish nothing but good vibes your way~~ ☆ mwah-mwah!!

Cw: Ushijima x reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving)/blowjob + handjob; implied first time giving him a bj - teasing; biting/sucking on the body (reader exploring Ushi's body with their mouth) - humping + grinding - tiny overstimulation for Ushi - pet names (baby, love) - kissing/makeout session - minor ball worship - Ushi is a bit confused but supportive - will proofread later :P. Wc: 2.6k

You peek through the door to the bedroom, taking the silence into account despite knowing someone is occupying the space. He prefers silence anyway, so it's no surprise that the television isn't even on. The only things that bring life into the room are the warm colors of the sunset painting the walls and your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed.

Having Wakatoshi Ushijima as your boyfriend is one of the many mysteries to the world and you. As many outside observers would think, being in a relationship with the guy has been quite a journey. Not to say that is a bad thing, though. If anything, it's been going rather well.

Going into the relationship knowing you'd be dating one of the world's Olympic powerhouse volleyball players was intimidating enough. Yet, it's a different story actually meeting and talking with him in person, his fierce aura adequate to suffocate you then and there. But as the days go by and things calm down, you two slowly but surely feel comfortable in each other's presence. You start acting like a couple and expressing your love naturally.

You knock on the door, waiting for his permission before proceeding inside. When you hear his voice call to you, you move past the entrance and enter his room.

On the edge of the bed sat Ushijima in his usual comfortable house wear comprising of a plain white tee and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the item in his hands, a book that his eyes diligently skimmed from page to page. His concentration doesn't hinder until he notices you walking up to him, his face lifted slightly to look at your figure entirely.

"Hey," you greet him, to which he returns with an incline of his head. "What're you reading?"

"It's the book you left here last night," his deep voice still has you hard to believe, but it's become a welcoming timbre in your everyday life and is now something you love to hear. "I saw the reviews on the back and it had me interested."

You lift a brow. "You read the reviews on the cover?"

He lifts a brow in return. "Are they meant to be ignored?"

The giggle is stifled, trying to exit your lips. So thorough. "No, no, you can read them. Most people will read because of a cover or if the writer is their favorite." Your boyfriend watches you sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder as he returns to his reading. I bet he's gonna read the author's notes at the end when he's done.

You chuckle at your own joke, but Ushijima doesn't pay any mind, just putting an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. The two of you relish in each other's company; the warm hues peeking through the window blinds cover your backs with an imperceptible blanket of warmth.

With the rise and fall of his shoulder, you bask in the sun's dying glow while your breathing syncs with the man next to you. This moment almost fills you with peace, embracing the domestic feel within this space between you and your boyfriend.

But, again, it almost does the job. Because you remember why you even came into his space in the first place and the butterflies in your stomach party to your dreadful dismay.

You peer up to look at Ushijima, who keeps reading until you call for his attention. "Hey, Toshi?" His olive eyes flicker to you when you use his nickname, and your heart skips a bit when he immediately shifts his engagement to you. "C-Can I kiss you?" You don't know why you stammered around your words; it was a simple request, nothing too extreme. It's not like you two have never kissed before, but the idea in your head makes it nerve-wracking.

The tall man displays no reaction outside of a slight lift of a brow, but no words are needed when he places the book down by his side and his hand rest on your soft cheek. Your eyes instinctively close when his face decreases the gap between you, and firm, smooth lips land on your plump own. Just when you would sink into his touch, he withdraws himself from you, leaving a tiny whimper to exit your mouth.

"Can..." Your hand finds its way to the big one on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek's surface. "Can I have another?"

Again, he doesn't use his words, just inclining his head towards you to kiss you. It's a few seconds longer than the last before he removes himself again, only for you to grip his shirt to restrict him. "Another, please..." your voice dials to a whisper, and a soft moan is shared when his lips return to yours. He retires again. "Anoth—"

Before long, Ushijima shushes your pleas with kisses without further approval. His hands bring you closer to him, and — before you know it — he's now on his back to the bed with you straddling him. Large palms roam around your waist and hips while you kiss him back, slowly venturing further down with each hump of the hips to gently grasp your ass.

There's no point in restraining the moans that naturally flee out of your mouth. This is what you wanted; this is what you came to the room for.

Well, to be specific, it's leading to what you came here for.

Throughout this relationship, you have yet to disclose your oral fixation. Perhaps it's because being with a man like Ushijima still intimidates you to share your sexual interests with the man. Nonetheless, it's something you've been longing to share with him. There have been instances where it would sneak in through your intimate moments, yet you choose to stop yourself and not ruin the atmosphere with your boyfriend.

So you've resorted to relinquishing this craving with activities to keep you busy: the usually chewing gum, biting or sucking on your tongue, or chewing on your nails.

Regardless, today is the day you try to initiate this part of your being with Ushijima. You've been dying to have your mouth on his body for the longest time — especially with how attractive and well-built the man is has been driving you crazy.

It all excites you, enthralls you. However, you snap back to reality when you hear a hot groan from the man you're straddling, realizing you're still kissing him. To your horror, finding yourself sucking on his tongue, you quickly exit off the bed. Heavy pants from the two of you fill the bedroom, and your wide eyes look into his hooded dirty gold ones.

"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi!" You're quick to throw apologies his way. "I got a little ahead of myself!"

"Mmm. It's fine." He nonchalantly reassures you, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand.

Yet, you continue to ramble on. "No, really, sorry about that! I got a little carried away. I was thinking too much..."

"Thinking about what?"

Oh shit.

Now why the hell would you put yourself out like that? "Huh?" You try to play dumb despite understanding it won't work on him.

Ushijima exhales through his nose before hoisting himself up from the bed. "It's pointless to back out of something when you're the one who's done it." His blunt words hit like knives to your figure, internally groaning as he stands up in front of you. "What's on your mind, Y/n?"

Oh fuck, I've done it now. There is no way out of this; you'll have to tell him what's been troubling you recently.

"I...I wanna—Okay. So, I have this thing with my mouth, right?" You can tell the expression on Ushijima's face doesn't coincide with the supportive nod. "It's like...It's a habit of mine where I use my mouth on stuff to stimulate myself?" At this point, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just get this over with, me! I can't take it!!

"So, I've been thinking of...you know," your mind and gut are doing gymnastics, toying with your uncomfortableness to this entire situation. "I want to use my mouth...on your body...."

Olive brown brows furrow and you quickly sprout more nonsense. "Th-That's unless you're okay with it! If you don't think you're okay with it or you feel discomfort, then I won't be hurt in any way! It's totally up to you because I can just—"

"Y/n." Your rambles are muted by the use of your name, his brows still scrunched with an indistinct expression. "I'm not following: why would you want to use your mouth on my body?"

"Well, because," your face gets hot by the second: not just from you revealing your secret, but also your boyfriend asking questions. "I like your body, Toshi. Especially with how nice your physique is, I just kinda want to...play with it a little? Make you feel good..."

Ushijima's facial expression molds to a softer tone when you confess to him, and his eyes drift to the side as if he's searching for the right words to say. It makes you anxious with how in-depth he's taking this into heart, so you squeak when his goldish orbs return to you. "Is it something that I can help with?"

"Umm, yes, yeah!" Confirmation stammers out your lips. "I mean, as long as you're up for it."

He places his hands on your waist to bring you close to him. "I am."

He looks at you with hooded eyes, and the romantic tension from before fills the room. "Yeah?" Your voice winds down to a murmur.

"Yeah." His voice lowers as his head comes down to you, and your lips once again welcome the feel of his.

And with that, Ushijima finds himself back on the bed with you on top of him. You carry more confidence than previously as your kisses become more passionate and hot, teeth bumping into each other and you nibbling on his lip, resulting in abrupt groans.

Your hands venture down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly raising it inch by inch. And Ushijima notices your desire for access, and a big hand engulfs yours and lifts the shirt to reveal his abdomen and pectorals.

Kisses from the mouth trail down to his neck and clavicle, and he tries to stop himself from moaning to your sweet touches. Your lips pepper all that's exposed to you, quick licks onto his pecs, and gentle bites on his nipples. It's evident now that the man is enjoying your actions, limiting the pleasure in his voice while his hands stick to your waist as his hips rock with yours.

Your hand sneaks down from his well-defined abs to his pelvis, fingers intruding under the band of his sweatpants and brushing against the soft material of his briefs that shield his now erect cock from your mere fingertips. Ushijima hums with his baritone voice, large palms dare calm down to your butt and knead the flesh, and you purr to his firm grasp.

"May I use my mouth?" It was a tiny suggestion, yet there was a distinct connotation. You haven't ever given your boyfriend a blowjob before, so this was new waters you were treading cautiously with. Nevertheless, he surprises you with a nod, egging you on to resume. A feeling of giddiness corrupts your senses, placing chaste kisses on his nipple down to his abs, and Ushijima has his hand on your head the further you go to his lower region.

You're now on your knees on the floor as you pull his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs, and the image of his erection springing out in front of your eyes has you practically drooling in anticipation. Every crevice, every dent, and every vein of his dick is mesmerizing to the eyes, and your curiosity gets the best of you when his body jerks at your hands grazing his balls. How vulgar.

"Hmmm, Y/n, love," he calls to you with whimpers — a rarity to hear but beautiful to the ears. "Go easy on me..."

And you just give him a lovely smile before you move a hand on his cock, stroking the length in a slow but firm motion. He jolts to your grasp, throwing his head back and sinking into the mattress as your palm slides up and down his limb. It gets worse for him when he feels your tongue flicks on his balls, sucking on his sack prompts moans of bliss to substitute the silence of the room.

The summer sun continues to descend, the waning heat losing its touch in the room. But the warm sensation of your mouth on his shaft has Ushijima's skin hot to the touch, his hands gripping the comforter beneath him. And he hisses when he senses the work of your tongue on the tip of his couch, lapping on the sensitive glands while simultaneously stroking him and massaging his sack.

Your cheeks go hollow when you take the head to your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you gradually suck all of him at your own pace. Your boyfriend has to bite on his lip and try to not buck his hips toward you. But it feels so fucking good when the velvety walls of your throat accommodate his girth and size; your wet muscle on the underside of his dick sends electric waves every time it brushes up and down from your bobbing gesture.

As for you, it feels like you're under an ecstatic spell as you work your way to the base of his cock with every suck. The cockhead hits the back of your throat at a delicious angle that you mewl on the member, eyes shut to fully enjoy the experience and commotion between your lips. Tears start to prickle, spit and drool coat his shaft, and your brain goes foggy when his musk blocks your nostrils. The throbbing sensation between your legs gets unbearable by the second, and you grind your thighs together to ease your lust.

Ushijima has done well trying to maintain his steel composure; however, no matter how he tries, he soon succumbs to the warm and pleasurable feeling of your throat when he thrusts into your oral cavity at a reasonable tempo, going faster and faster when the notion of his release crawls up within him.

"Haaaah, ahhhh—Mmmph!" Moans fly out from his mouth, no longer attempting to keep this from escaping. "Dove, I'm about to cum in your—Hnnngh!! Ahhh, shit, shit," and he grabs your head to keep you steady as he ruts into your throat. The orgasm hits the both of you, and a few deep strokes result in him shooting his load inside you, forcing you to drink all he gives you.

And you happily do so, waiting for his thighs to stop jerking as you take in every bit of his essence. Once he's done ejaculating, you slowly remove yourself from his sock, a soft pop evidence of you two no longer connected. You swallow and gulp any remainder of his load before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside Ushijima, who turns to his side to survey you thoroughly with half-lidded eyes.

You sigh with a smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"

While his hand caresses your cheek, he hums as his response. "Did you?"

"Yes, very much so. Thank you, Toshi." You start to feel drowsy as the room becomes dark, the warm colors of the sunset dulling as the moon sheds light.

"Of course, dove."

[plaguechyld]

Just imagine: It's 1869, you and your best friend, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Kagaya wanted to know more about his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, the man was just 19 when he was murdered in his own office. No one knows how and when he exactly died, but it couldn't be longer than a month after his 19th birthday. You and your friend were walking through the halls, it was the middle of the night, Kagaya held a candle for light. As you and Kagaya walk through the dark halls, you notice something different about Muzan's portrait, his normally dark eyes glow in the night, the glow was a bright purple. You couldn't help bit feel a wind bries against your face. You and Kagaya looked at each other before going to the kitchen. You gasp at the sight, Kagaya looked at you confused. "What's wro...?" before he could continue his question, his eyes widen. He saw his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, or well, his ghost. His back was faced towards you two, his hair reached his oretty waist, and you couldn't help but blush softly. He turned around, showing his ethereal face, his beautiful soft purple eyes staring towards you two. He slowly walked closer, his heeled shoes clacking on the wooden floor, his long black hair sculpting his face so beautifuly. He spoke in the same tone as Kagaya. "Who are you?" he asked while leaning closer towards your face. You blushed as the man wrapped his arms around your neck, a smirk on his pale face as he looked at Kagaya, who was already backing away. He didn't wish to see his ancestor and best friend potentially having sex in front of him. "Good luck!" he shouted at you before running away, not wishing to be traumatized.

Oh god you are FEEDING me, mootie. But yes this is such a cool idea. I hope you don’t mind me finishing the sex scene lol

Contains: Bottom!Muzan, Top!Reader, AMAB reader, Ghost?Muzan, Some sort of AU, monster fucking, belly bulge, Physical communication, Non verbal consent (there’s still consent), Muzan being fucked in a fancy stone corridor by his descendant’s best friend.

Muzan wrapping his arms around your neck and bringing his cold and lifeless body closer to your own as Kagaya runs from the scene. Your hands find the ghost's waist, surprised that you can even hold onto him. His smirk would widen as his blood red eyes narrow in a sultry look. Your hands eventually stroke his slim waist and eliciting a soft groan from the black haired man's lips. He leaned his head into your neck, his cold breath hitting your neck. You weren't entirely sure if it was even his breath or some supernatural ability he had. He pressed the front of his body against yours and looked at you with a side glance. There was an undeniable neediness in his gaze that you easily picked up on. "Please.." Muzan mumbled into the crook of your neck, his legs shifting slightly in anticipation of your touch. A smile grew on your face as you pressed the spirit against the cold wall of the corridor, making his cheek press against the stone. His palms pressed against the smooth surface and he let out a little gasp when he felt your warm lips on the back of his neck. It had been so long since he had felt any type of warmth, having died centuries ago. He arched his back so that his stomach pressed against the wall as well. He tried to look back at you but because of his position he could barely see you. His body hitched when he felt your hand rub one of his hips, undoing his pants and slipping them down. He let out a soft groan when he felt you rubbing his hardening cock, his hips buck into the warmth instinctively and search for more of the feeling. His legs shake from the feeling of you removing his underwear and palming his cock bare. Your hand curls around the base and slowly pumps it, ripping sweet moans from the ghost's lips. His back arched further and he pawed at the stone wall helplessly. He swallowed thickly as you sped up the pace of your actions, his legs shaking more and his moans growing louder. You merely smile at how you've been able to reduce your best friend's ancestor into a whimpering mess with only a few gentle touches. Once again, the pace of your hand movements speed up, leaving Muzan aching for more, for something deeper. He let out an impatient whine, trying to tell you to speed up. He desperately wanted you deep inside him and he wanted to feel the sweet release he had been robbed of for so long. He blushes when he hears you let out a quiet chuckle at his antics.

However, you do not keep him waiting for long as you unbuckle your belt and allow your pants to pool at your feet. You tap two of your fingers against Muzan’s lips and he wordlessly opens his mouth so they can enter. He sucks on the digits, coating them with saliva quickly. He lets out little groans around your fingers when your free hand finds his hip. Your hand gives little squeezes all along the exposed skin of Muzan’s hip, eliciting a new sound for each action. Soon enough you remove your fingers from his mouth and move them down to his hole. You insert one and then another soon after. His eyes roll back from the feeling of being stretched for the first time in centuries. You work your fingers in deeper while his body welcomes the warmth, clamping down every time your move deeper. Soon enough, he lets out a little yelp of pleasure, alerting you to the place of his prostate. His legs tremble as you continuously stimulate the sensitive spot and his moans grow louder in volume and more frequent.

Before he can cum from your skilled fingers, you pull them out. He whines at the loss, temporarily dissatisfied. However he let out a tiny whimper as he felt the head of your cock pushing against him. He nodded his head quickly, pushing back on you with his hips. It had been a long time since he had taken anyone and had since grown sensitive and the stretch was no longer familiar. He gasped as you began to push in, his hands pawing at the wall again as he fought with himself on whether to try and run from the overwhelming stimulation or push back and get more. However the choice is shortly made for him as your hand holds him steady by his stomach. He whines from the feeling of being filled, his legs shaking even more from the powerful sensation.

“Please it’s too deep! I- Oh..~” He complained though he rocked his hips against you. You smiled, feeling the bulge in his stomach from you. You pressed down on the area, making him squeal in surprise and enjoyment. Soon, you started moving, your thrusts were gentle and slow at first but soon got faster, harder and deeper. You would rub his hips every time you sped up, easing him through it. His moans grew louder in volume, echoing off the walls of the empty corridor. As you thrust harder and harder into the spirit, you were met by sobbing sounds joining the mix of moaning and creating a chorus of explicit sounds that met the slightly chilly air of your surroundings. His wordless pleas grew more desperate and you could tell he was getting close to his orgasm. You were growing close too with him clamped down so tightly around you.

You let out your own quiet groans and breathy moans into Muzan’s ear, spurring him on in his desperate attempt at release. He squirmed slightly, legs barely holding his weight anymore. He practically screamed as he came, white staining the wall along with his stomach. He let out a few sobs as you fucked him through his orgasm, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. You came shortly after, groaning while you filled him. He nearly collapsed after that, had you not caught him. You pressed a loving and gentle kiss to his temple and he could only weakly lean into the touch, looking for more comfort after such intense sensations. You lifted him into your arms and dressed him, ignoring the fact that your cum would probably get on his pants. You pull your own pants back up and then began walking down the hallway, the passed out ghost snuggling up to you.

[beneathsakurashade]

Hallo! Can I req Savannaclaw with a Fem!MC who's a moonflower and has glowing hair and dress depending on emotions? (Those are what the human characters in Hanazuki are called btw!! ^^)

Leona Kingscholar

He was unaware of what exactly a moonflower was until you explained it. Shrugging this new information with one of his regular sighs. “So basically your hair ’n dress glows depending on your mood yeah?”

You nodded excitedly as your hair and dress turn bright yellow. “Excited to tell me, I take it?” He grins. You smile brightly “Of course!"

Sometimes, Leona jokes around to see just how it looks in real life. How you react to different situations, you felt somewhat like a yarn ball that a cat would toss around idly. Watching to see what would happen.

He does wonder about how you are so fine with your emotions being readily displayed. But shrugs it off to your carefree nature.

Leona does find it cute how you're basically a real life mood lamp.

Ruggie Bucchi (the image isnt working smh)

He knew something was different about you, encountering you at times when your hair and dress turned red after seeing an unexpectedly low test grade. Or when you came back from Pomefiore in an entirely new outfit with your hair colored turquoise.

But what he didn’t expect was for you to reveal you being a Moonflower. A race who’s attire and hair color changed depending on their emotions.

Seemed like a real shame to him, after all, being sneaky was one of his specialties. Having your emotions displayed like that has gotta be a pain.

But you didn’t seemed bothered by it, in fact, even though it bothered you at times. It was still enjoyable having your hair and dress change color on a whim.

It's a cool part of you, he decides finally, something that makes him unique like himself.

Jack Howl

He suspected something being special about you, but he didn’t want to assume and say it aloud. So he waited for you to reveal it to him.

You were preparing to hang out with your beloved fellow student Jack. Your dress and hair betraying you as they glowed yellow. A sign of your excitement.

They changed quickly to pink at the thought of meeting him.

You revealed to him that you were a Moonflower during your date. After the snacks you both had brought were eaten up.

Jack looked surprised at this information but was appreciative of you trusting him with it. He somewhat related to you, his wolf-like features tended to betray his own emotions.

That was something new that the two of you could bond about.

(I suppose that it’s obvious that I can’t write for Jack very well lol)

Thank you again dearest mootie for requesting a headcanon set from my shop! I do hope that you enjoy your purchase. Please visit again whenever requests are open and have a most amazing day (ฅ́˘ฅ̀)

[skeelly]

MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST

my first moots :)

@swiftieannah @igave-so-manysigns @alltoounwell1989 @ava-taylors-version @theywillholdontoyou @evermore-4-life @fushiguroshotwife @literally-maria @swifitelover22 even though we barely interact with one another, i love you <33

just my beloved moots

@silly-goose-beans @urgirlielexa @almaaas-stuff @bookscorpion73 @yourinterruptingmyreading @reyna-obsessed @stars-over-ice-cream @lovestrucklovelorn @sluttycaseyjones @swans-chirping-in-the-distance @isitoversnowtvs @berryzxx @suburbanlegnd @funfeons @vibestillaxxx @shefollowedthestars sorry to the rest, im too lazy and need to mention so much more people, but i love you all and im willing to pay for your therapy. literally don't know how you guys keep up with me.

NOW FOR MY VERYY VERY VERY SPECIAL MOOTY WOOTIES (yuckk)

@mqstermindswift you already know i love you to death <3

@coco6420 HI COCO, I LOVE YOU. YOURE THE BEST

@glitterfuturisticmortally sending lots of love. you're awesome! ilysm

@nqds you already know i love youuu lmfao. i love your blog sm and you're low-key my intimidating mutual i look up to so you best believe i flip (figuratively and literally) when you interact with me

@stvrlighhttt should have put you higher but this is in no particular order. ANYWAYS, ILY AND THANKS FOR HELPING WITH LITERALLY EVERYTHING.

@starchasers-stuff hii, ilysm! you're like my older sister on here ngl. goodluck with uni, i wish you absolutely nothing but the best! (ps: how's italian going?)

@urgirlnextdoorr HI, YOURE SO COOL! ily to bitss (pls tell me you remember lol)! <33

@blocked-zombieartist hellloo :))). ilyy, thanks for being my mutual. you're awesomeeeee

@reminiscentreader ilyyyyyy and your blogggg and your nameeee and your personalityyyy and everything about youuuu

@not-nomi although it's kinda weird to say this, cause you're a male, ILY! you're the first guy who's my friend on this app lol

@letmeseeallthefrogsinthecity HIII, IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! CONGRATS AGAIN AND ILYSM

@urbanflorals you're so amazing, i wish i was more like you. ilyy

@cc-horan HII AHHAAH. you're so cool and thanks for being my mutual and friend :)

@niallermybabe you're funny and wholesome af, i love you

@mickeywheeler HIII FINN! ILY AND ALWAYS REMEMBER IM HERE TO SUPPORT YOU. hopefully your problems are all solved now :)

@remingtonreputation13 HI! CANT FORGET YOU, YOURE SO COOL AND PERFECT! ILY <33

@what-about-wendy hiiiiii, you're also low-key like my sister. ilysm and just remember that im always here for you :))

@svnflowermoon you have the coolest blog in the world. ily

@lucinda-008 holaaaaaaa te amo. no sé si te das cuenta, pero HE ESTADO APRENDIENDO ESPAÑOL y no sé si la gramática es correcta. sorry that's cringe, just wanted to show you :))

@dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies hi, ily! you're so awesome

@dumbass-lesbian hii. although we don't really talk anymore, i love you sm

@astraeasparrow ily. i find you so cool

@silly-mirrorball HIHI, YOURE JUST SPECIAL, OK? LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT. YOURE JUST PERFECTION. ILY

@atwtmvftvtvsgavralpss you spam me like, every day and i love you for that!

@holdmyteaplease we don't talk anymore, like at all, but i still love you and unfortunately, i can't find my wip i was meant to send you 😔😔

[officialdaydreamer00]

MOOTIES‼️‼️

i have a question :D

for deities on hellsite au, would yguys want to be an omniscient deity or a priest of the cosmos?

to join, you must reblog this post first :D then you can choose to either be a deity or a priest!

as a deity, you'd get:

a cool design

your own elements (should be elaborated in your reblogs) — like the myths, you can be a deity of anything :D like the sun for auburn, or the moon for rubia!

(also you should check the masterlist to see if your chosen elements are already taken ^-^)

you can always come up with the designs yourself! i doodle for fun anyways :D

cheese and wine (or any kind of your fav food) as your offerings

as a priest of the cosmos, you'd get:

join identity and i :D

a cool outfit tailored with two of your favourite colours (should also be elaboraled in your reblogs)

or you can design your own, no pressure! though we uniformly agreed to wear chitons/togas so any variations are cool :D

pspsps, the deities find us amusing

tags: @identity-theft-101 (my fellow high priest) @xen-blank @shinysparklesapphires @lemonchuu @ceruleancattail @cookiesandbiscuits @ferris-the-wheel @krenenbaker @edith-is-a-cat @loser-jpg @vioisgoinginsane @taruruchi @thehollowwriter @siren-serenity @siphoklansan @the-v-lociraptor @windsong-rainpaint + anyone who wants to join :D

deities on hellsite masterlist

[clownypillar]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG !! :3

⤷ My names are jester/kastor/walden and I use she/he/xym !

im an 16 anifaux autistic artist who’s the host of a P-DID system which is erm cool I think, I’ll mainly be the one posting here

We’re in soso many fandoms… though the ones I’ll be making fanart for the most are

⤷ smg4, cult of the lamb, sneegsnag, welcome home, rainbow factory Wally au, my own welcome home AUs, and phighting !

extra things we like and you might see

⤷ Pokémon, the glass scientist, creatures of sonaria, splatoon, regretavator, and sky cotl !

while we post silly autistic fanart, we also make discord emojis !

if you want more information on us, check out our carrd !

If you only followed for my fanart, emojis, or random yappery (I doubt fr) I have custome tags, so if you only want to mainly see one of these, feel free to follow one

✦ #clownyyappery

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✦ #clownymojis

✦ EMOJI BOUNDARIES ✦

⟣ if you ever use our emojis in a server, please make sure to add CLOWNY_ at the beginning for credit :3

⟣ do not steal/copy our emojis, or edit them without our permission, inspiration is 100% as long as you ask and give credit !

⟣ don’t use our emojis for inappropriate reasons, being an endo is a inappropriate reason btw 💕

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✦ ART BOUNDARIES ✦

⟣ do not copy/trace/edit our art, that’s witterly so mean what the heck :( /silly

⟣ PLEASE GIVE US ASKS!!!!! you can request pretty much anything besides nsfw and art of your ocs unless we specifically ask that you can request us to draw them, we will draw gore and suggestive art just don’t be too crazy vro

⟣ going off the last one, please. Don’t dm us asking us to draw your ocs if you are not our mutual, if you’re our mooty patootie of course we’ll draw what you want /silly but anyone please don’t. You will be able to ask us to draw your characters when we open commissions, but we will not draw it for free.

✦ GENERAL BOUNDARIES ✦

⟣ if you aren’t our mutual, don’t dm us without asking, random dms from people we don’t know makes us extremely uncomfortable

⟣ while we do try and stay out of syscourse, this is not a safe space for anyone who is an endogenic ‘system’ or anyone who accepts and supports them

⟣ basic dni criteria, proshippers, racists, anti-lgbtqia+, just don’t interact if you’re weird dawg

⟣ if we ever make you uncomfortable, feel free to tell us ! We struggle to tell when we did something wrong or pick up on social cues for when someone’s uncomfortable/uneasy, but if you tell us we will be supa understanding trust

✦ EXTRAS ✦

⟣ we might come off as passive aggressive, but I promise we’re not angry ! (Unless we are, you’ll probably know when we are) a lot of our humour is based around our passive aggressive nature, but don’t be scared to interact because of it :3

⟣ while I’m typically the one posting, if you ever wanna know who made a post, feel free to ask, we’ll probably never ever use sign-offs unless it’s super duper uber important to /silly

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if you want to join a very awesome server with a very active community full of goofy fandoms, use all our custome emojis, or just see our art as soon as it’s made, consider joining our server ! ITS SUPER AWESOME GUYS 100%%%

[seneon]

senation lore part two : ice kingdom

WAR AFTER WARS... the kingdom of senation remains powerful and strong under the leadership and ruling of king sen, their mighty and conquering king. however, one day, the king felt silly and decided to venture away from his piles of paperworks. no weapons, no nothing. just a silly little letter addressed to his loyalest greatest servant.

so he ventured as he said he would. for hours he walked in the forest like a baka, not knowing where to go or what to do. just keep walking, tripping, and praying to the lord that he didn't even get up from his throne. he is lost. oh but! there's a giant magical portal there 😧😧😧

mighty king sen is curious. he then ventured through the magical blue / white portal in the middle of the woods. why? all out of the interest of skipping paperwork duties. he might be a might king in battle, but irl, he's lazy about paperworks. anyways.

a white light flashed before his majesty, revealing a beautiful woman in all glistening white. there is a flower in his hand, coincidentally, so he knelt down and offered the flower to the beautiful fairy. however. when she took the flower, she immediately FROZE. then the king flashed his eyes opened.

"heavens! what a realistically artistic image of a maiden in completely glorious and heavenly white garment that i just hath in my brains!!"

fast forward ⏩⏩⏩

people of the ice found the king venturing alone in the snow. of course, he is confused. however, they explained to him and said "great lord! you are our saviour! save us from cold hell!!!" and the king replied "of course! i am conquering sen overall! i shall save thee kingdom!!" he realised he has some cool gears on with an ice sword that never breaks, and realised that this.... is his time to shine. literally.

the ice people then prepared for war and they summoned their secret trump alpha monster card to assist king sen in the war. one of them then led the king to the ice palace, where the evil dark ice lord is.

together, they set out for war after regathering with the rest.

duudududud

WAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!

HIYYA

HUACKS

UEGH

EUFK

SHING

KACHING

RAAAARRGGGHHHHHH

WE FIGHT FOR FREEEDOOMMMM!!!!!

in the end... dark ice lord lost with the @saewako ice blade struck through his chest... and the ice nation...?

"MIGHTY SAVIOR SEN! MIGHTY SAVIOUR SEN! MIGHT SAVIOUR SEN!!!"

mighty and conquering sen once again saved the world (a land he didn't know how or why he got involved in but it's ok it's all good.) the ice people then thanked him and helped him prepare for his journey back to senation.

they bid each other goodbye, and that is the end of it. back in senation, general @milyz found the king stranded in the forest and immediately took king sen back to his palace. while king sen told the story to the general, the general laughed it off as the king being exposed too much poisonous plants in the forest and all that he needs is rest.

does the king know he killed the only king of the ice kingdom while all the ice people are evil...? well. that is for you to figure out.

𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓.

STARRING. @milyz @saewako @amourlyns @wishmemel @saelestia @atrirose @rinzsu @omitea @hyoismbbg @todorokies @kaiser1ns @rizzmin @steleir @noirflms @peaktora @iluvies @sugurustattoo @bfajax @saturvue @honeydewsblue

note: hope u guys enjoyed pt2 of senation lore. read part one here. part two here. once again, this is pure crack 😭😭 pls don't kill me btw i spun the wheel to determine your roles mooties