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이탈리아 추천여행지 5



이탈리아 관광명소 Top 5

이탈리아는 풍부한 역사, 예술, 문화, 그리고 자연 경관으로 가득한 나라입니다^^

이탈리아에서 가장 사랑받는 다섯 개의 관광명소와 그 세부 정보입니다.

1. 로마 - 콜로세움 (Colosseo)

• 소개:

로마의 상징이자 세계에서 가장 유명한 고대 원형 경기장. 서기 70~80년에 건설된 콜로세움은 고대 로마 제국의 권력을 상징하며, 검투사 경기와 공개 처형 등 대규모 행사가 열렸던 장소입니다.

• 하이라이트:

• 내부 관람: 검투사들의 전투가 벌어졌던 경기장과 지하 구조물을 탐험할 수 있습니다.

• 야경 감상: 조명이 켜진 밤의 콜로세움은 더욱 낭만적인 분위기를 제공합니다.

• 팁:

온라인 티켓 구매로 긴 줄을 피하세요. 로마 포로와 함께 관람하는 콤보 티켓도 추천합니다.

2. 베네치아 - 대운하 (Grand Canal)

• 소개:

베네치아의 중심을 흐르는 대운하는 이 도시를 대표하는 랜드마크로, 운하 주변의 고풍스러운 건물들과 다리가 아름답게 조화를 이룹니다.

• 하이라이트:

• 곤돌라 투어: 고전적인 곤돌라를 타고 운하를 따라 도시의 풍경을 감상할 수 있습니다.

• 리알토 다리: 대운하를 가로지르는 가장 오래된 다리로, 훌륭한 사진 촬영 장소입니다.

• 팁:

곤돌라 대신 워터버스(바포레토)를 이용하면 경제적으로 대운하를 여행할 수 있습니다.

3. 피렌체 - 두오모 (Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore)

• 소개:

피렌체의 중심에 위치한 두오모는 르네상스 시대의 상징으로, 붉은 돔과 세밀한 대리석 외관이 특징입니다. 건축가 브루넬레스키의 걸작으로, 1296년에 착공해 140년 만에 완성되었습니다.

• 하이라이트:

• 돔 오르기: 돔 정상에서 피렌체의 전경을 한눈에 내려다볼 수 있습니다.

• 성당 내부: 웅장한 스테인드글라스와 벽화가 감탄을 자아냅니다.

• 팁:

돔 방문은 사전 예약이 필수입니다. 성당 근처에서 젤라토를 즐겨보는 것도 추천합니다.

4. 밀라노 - 밀라노 대성당 (Duomo di Milano)

• 소개:

밀라노의 심장부에 위치한 이 성당은 세계에서 가장 큰 고딕 양식 건축물 중 하��로, 약 600년에 걸쳐 건축되었습니다. 화려한 첨탑과 조각상은 대성당의 독특한 매력입니다.

• 하이라이트:

• 옥상 투어: 성당 옥상에서 밀라노의 스카이라인을 감상하고, 섬세한 첨탑 조각을 가까이 볼 수 있습니다.

• 내부 관람: 대성당 내부의 스테인드글라스와 기둥은 고풍스러움을 더합니다.

• 팁:

옥상 관람은 엘리베이터를 이용하거나 계단으로 접근할 수 있습니다. 계단이 더 저렴하지만 체력을 고려하세요.

5. 폼페이 - 폼페이 유적 (Pompeii Ruins)

• 소개:

기원전 79년 베수비오 화산 폭발로 하루아침에 사라진 고대 도시로, 잿더미 속에서 고대 로마의 생활상을 그대로 보존하고 있습니다. 유네스코 세계문화유산으로 지정된 이곳은 역사 애호가들에게 필수 방문지입니다.

• 하이라이트:

• 거리 탐험: 당시 사람들의 생활상을 엿볼 수 있는 시장, 목욕탕, 주택 등을 둘러볼 수 있습니다.

• 베수비오 화산 투어: 유적지 방문 후 화산으로 트레킹하며 자연의 웅장함을 체험할 수 있습니다.

• 팁:

더운 여름철 방문 시 물과 모자를 준비하세요. 가이드를 동행하면 더 흥미로운 이야기를 들을 수 있습니다.

이탈리아 여행을 위한 팁

• 교통: 주요 도시 간 고속열차(Trenitalia 또는 Italo)를 이용하면 편리하게 이동할 수 있습니다.

• 음식: 각 지역마다 특별한 요리가 있으니 현지에서 맛볼 것을 추천합니다.

• 로마: 카르보나라

• 피렌체: 비스테카 알라 피오렌티나

• 베네치아: 해산물 요리

이탈리아의 다섯 가지 대표 명소는 각기 다른 매력을 가지고 있어 풍부한 역사와 문화를 체험할 수 있는

특별한 경험을 선사합니다.

여행 계획을 세우실 때 이 명소들을 꼭 포함해보세요! 😊

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[aquasoftware]

Do you have any favorite fic writers? I love your text fics. I trust you in recommending 😂😂😂

First I wanna say thank you!! I’m happy you enjoy my fanfics and I have a lot of favorites so I’ll make it a lil organized. (+ most of the writers I love/come across don’t write smaus, but I’ll rec the ones that do and don’t anyway <3)

A fellow smau writer, you’ll find some angsty smaus here @loveyislost

Another fellow smau writer, Summer writes a lot of stsg x reader texts @ohimsummer

Daph has a lot of multi fics/oneshots/ficlets, caters to pretty much all the jjk men @nanamiskentos

Jelly is Perfect if you love Nanami and Shiu @lazyjellyfish300

You’ll find some amazing Nanami, toji, and Gojo fics here :) @prosypepper

Another angsty gal, Daya has oneshots and some drabbles. I’d say she mainly caters to Toji & Suguru @spearofheaven.

If you wanna binge read check out @kunareads she makes a lot of series, mainly catered towards gojo if that’s your thing!

I binge read her series drunk and running worth reading more than just once!! Phy also happens to be a haikyuu girlie, so if you like both jjk and haikyuu check her out @twilightsumu.

This is my Gojo addict right here, she also writes suguru fics too and Nanami, Eden has this cool dragon Satoru au please check that out! @edensrose

Rome has some amazing Suguru fics (I MEAN A LOTTT) and Gojo fics, she recently posted a new fic too!! @satocidal

Siren is an aot, mha, mcu, and demon slayer girlie <33 I’m currently reading mirror mirror by her. @luxesiren

If you like cod and jjk Vi is your girl, I’m reading deep nd rough (it’s a toji fic) by her 😙 @v1x3n

Please check out my haikyuu girlie she writes drabbles and headcanons!! @mystic-helena

Still blown away at Star’s Armin fanfic nerd gone viral is so good READ ITTT!! @cinnasite

I’m currently binging this masterlist link, I still think about her suit Nanami fanfic, if you wanna flood your panties and your house, read Risa’s Nanami fics @risastillwrites

[spearofheaven]

“The polish odor would have normally put him off but his intrigue and love for you kept him where he was.���

♡♡𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ♡♡

🪻nanami kento x fem wife!reader

🪻words: 1.4k

🪻synopsis: kento reluctantly joins your nail routines by getting a little heart for you on his thumb, a tradition that only grows along with the family you create together. (based on the above pic from pinterest as the inspo for this idea)

🪻cw: x scarred post shibuya kento (always).💕 fluff, kento being such a loving father and husband, pregnancy.

🪻a/n: happy late father's day. i love kento eternally. 🌧️ ���sparkle dividers: @/anitalenia. swan pearl dividers by @/fairytopea. pics from pinterest.

Rainy Sunday afternoons call for self care.

While the raindrops rambled their cacophonic percussion on the windows of the farmhouse, your living room slowly transformed into a nail salon.

Bottles of nail polish surrounded you in a chaotic half moon fashion since you couldn't be bothered to organize by color in light of your last minute decision to paint your nails, just like the rain that loved to drizzle out of nowhere.

A double protective layer of paper towels laid over the old oak of your coffee table with the remaining roll half unraveled on the other side, the grocery store bag with the receipt at your feet, and low sound of your favorite tunes playing on your phone next to you as you painted the first stroke of lavender, the chemical fruity smell of acetone quite fragrant but you ignore it as you dilligently work.

It is a curious thing, watching you in your element like this, Kento thinks with his novel slightly strategically lowered to peer at you from over the top. The polish odor would have normally put him off but his intrigue and love for you kept him where he was.

He watches you paint each one with precision, his crows feet crinkling as you became more shaky when you had to switch to your less dominant hand, silently marveling at your routine that recalls him back to watching his mother do similar things as a young boy.

"Want me to do yours?" You catch him watching and smile as you softly blow on the freshly coated paint, a mischievous look in your eyes.

Kento shakes his head with a hum. "No thank you, sweetheart. I don't think bright colors would look good on me."

"Sure they would! I have a whole selection you can choose from." You gesture to your mini library of colors. "How about a soft blue?"

"I couldn't ask you to waste your products on me, love, but that's very thoughtful of you."

"Please? I actually really want to now. I could give you a hand massage and do your cuticles."

Kento raises a brow as now it's apparent that it's less about what he wants and more about indulging you. "Do you really want to?"

"Yes I do! I want to practice and you can tell me if I'm any good at it."

"If you insist."

He's sitting across from you now, his good eye trained on you as you massage his hands with moisturizer.

"Good?"

"Mhm." He tries to hold back a smile as you knead his hands like dough.

"Ken, relax, you're so tense."

*He lets his hands flop in your grasp*

"Thank you."

You skim your thumbs over his palms spreading the product, smoothing it into his skin, taking care over the textured exterior of his left hand and paying special attention to the delicate map of scars, his wedding ring in a tulip dish next to your forearm for safe keeping.

"You're quite good at this." He murmurs, low over the tirade of trickling raindrops just outside and the cozy hush of the room.

"You think so, my love?"

"I do. You're very thorough. I might not be opposed to doing this again, as a matter of fact."

"Awh, wait, really?"

"Really."

"So...does that mean you'll let me paint them?"

He chuckles and sighs. If he gave you an inch, best believe you're taking a mile.

"You really want to, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Here, look. What if I put just a little heart on your thumb, right here?" You gently wiggle his left thumb in between your fingers. "And if you don't like it, I swear I'll take it off."

He smiles, a gentle exhale flowing through his chest. "I suppose I can live with that."

He watches as your tongue barely pokes out of the corner of your mouth as you dip the end of a bobby pin into a bit of the lavender, carefully dotting a heart right into the bottom corner of his thumb.

"So innovative." He murmurs.

"All done." You take your hand in his like puzzle pieces, a white heart painted on your thumb whose matching lavender counterpart found its way onto his.

"Now we match." You grin as though you've trapped him, which he all but confirms as he slides his wedding ring back on his finger.

"Yes we do, love."

"Lunch?"

"You read my mind."

----

One of your neighbors at the seaside farmer's market can't help but notice the lavender heart on Kento's thumb as he counts up the freshly grown potatoes and stows them in a bag.

"Looks like you got a little something." The older man points.

Kento pauses in curiosity, following the man's gaze to the heart on his thumb.

"For my wife." He states simply, with a shrug.

The old man thinks it's odd, but he's been married for 30 years. He gets it.

"Take care of her, now."

"I will, sir, thank you."

-----

Painting your nails is more of a chore now but it's one you don't have to worry about for just one more month, even longer if you simply asked of him.

Kento catches a stripe of paint near your toe that ran outside the corner, as your swollen feet laid in his lap while you sipped your homemade lemonade in a glass, making sure they all look perfect before he secures the lid.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You reach for him and he helps you sit up a little, adjusting the pillows underneath your hips, compression socks laid out on the floor for you once your toes completely dry.

"You're very welcome." He hums, taking his freshly done hand in yours, a pink heart in the corner of his thumb this time.

"You think she'll like them?"

"She'll adore them, darling." Kento answers, giving your calves a squeeze as his attention momentarily flickers to the SpongeBob reruns on the TV.

"Should we ask?"

A flicker of a smile stains his lips as he brings a hand to your belly, waiting patiently until you feel a faint kick, "Yes."

"I love her so much already."

"She loves you too, sweetheart."

----

A pair of small chubby hands waits patiently for her turn on a rainy afternoon similar to the ones you shared before when it was just you and Kento under this old roof.

"'Kay, Noodle, what color are we thinkin?" You ask your baby girl as she sits in your lap. "Oh no, those ones are for mommy. This kind is safe for you." You wiggle the tiny bottles of gentle colors in front of her face, until she reaches for a pretty deep blue.

"This one?" You ask. "You know, that's daddy's favorite, too."

You shake the bottle and put the squishy foamy separators between her little toes and fingers. "Should we ask for some help from our assistant?"

You daughter gives you a cheeky grin and happily allows Kento to scoop her into his lap as she grabs at his chin. "Hold, still, angel."

When her manicure and pedicure is finally complete, just slightly smudged from all the wiggles, you wonder if you're missing just one more thing.

"I think Noodle wants a heart on your thumb too, Ken."

He smiles, "Then who am I to say no?"

----

The old man at the farmer's market notices two blue hearts, one on each of Kento's thumbs now, and he smiles as he recognizes the woman and the new little princess who must be responsible playing patty cake while Kento bags up his potatoes.

"Much obliged, Kento. Bless you three."

"Thank you, sir. We'll see you next time."

----

As time grows, the nail salon does too.

Now, Kento wears four little hearts in total on his hands for each blessing he created with you, and the one on his left thumb is eternally reserved for you.

You smile bittersweetly as your belly swelled for the final time in the summer as you watch all three of your little girls and Kento run around the yard, the butterfly pavers in the garden coated in freshly showered rain, popsicles in the freezer, and chalk on the pavement, savoring these moments the thief of time allows you while your babies are still young and Kento would still wear hearts on his thumbs.

Kento loves you from where he stands as he catches his breath while you watch from the porch, in the absence of words, the look he's preserved for you carries all the tenderness without ever saying: you're the rain to his sun, before he joins the girls for another round of kick the can.

A little thump reminds you that four hearts will turn into five on Kento's fingers as the budding garden of your home blooms by one more. The final constellation of the stars that line your soul.

And the love does, too.

[horny-marbles]

How do the different creeps react with a girlfriend that's very physically affectionate? She loves to kiss them hello and goodbye. Loves cuddle with them on the couch and in bed. Sit on their lap. Loves to play with their hair, scratch their scalp. Will sometimes get overcome with love and attack their entire face with kisses.

I myself am very much like this lol. Can be as fluffy (or even smutty) as you wish

me too me too 🙂‍↕️ they'd die smothered by my lips fr. i also added liu (and sully) in here because i thought he was prime material for this lol :p cw for some very mild smutty mentions but nothing too crazy. enjoy! :D

Creepypastas with a Cuddlebug Girlfriend — Headcanons

Eyeless Jack

⚉ it took forever to get here. months of flinches, vanishing acts, stiff body language and cold silences. you were patient, but he really fucking tested it. he kept pulling away like your affection was something poisonous, like he didn’t deserve the warmth in your hands. there were nights you nearly left—not because you didn’t love him, but because he clearly didn’t think he should be loved in return.

⚉ as emotionally constipated as he is, Jack is unironically the quietest simp on earth. no grand gestures, no soft declarations, no love poems in the dark—but he’ll go pliant under your hands the moment you put them on him. lets you crawl all over him, straddle his thighs, bury your face in his neck, press open-mouthed kisses to his ribs. sometimes you wonder if he’s just enduring it, if he’s humoring you.

⚉ but then he starts purring. subtle, constant, low like a distant engine. you don’t hear it as much as you feel it, thrumming through his chest when you’re tangled up together and the world is silent.

⚉ he still rarely initiates. but once the gates were down, he started soaking it up like bone-dry earth after rain. he doesn’t stop you when your affection goes over the top—when you're curled in his lap, peppering kisses across his jaw, calling him stupid pet names just to see if he’ll twitch.

⚉ he never asks for cuddles, never says he wants to be held. but the second you climb into bed or settle beside him on the couch, his arms snake around you like they’ve been waiting all day, grip firm and protective, like he’s anchoring you both.

⚉ lets you bite him whenever the affection gets too intense for you to handle. especially his arms and biceps. doesn’t flinch, doesn’t complain, doesn’t push you away—even when you accidentally bite down too hard. the marks stay for days, but he never covers them up. if anything, he runs his fingers over them sometimes when he thinks you’re not looking.

⚉ he loves when you trace the hollows of his shoulder blades and spine. long, slow touches down his back when he's shirtless? he’ll sit there, eyes shut, breathing slowed, fingers twitching like he wants to say something but physically can’t. he doesn’t say he wants to be touched, but the way he subtly exposes skin is his way of inviting it. sits in bed shirtless after a shower and doesn’t look at you, but his back is right there. take the hint.

⚉ fixates on your neck a lot. he stares at your throat constantly. or, you know, his face is tilted towards it. it’s not always sexual—it’s fascination. You tilt your head to the side and he just tracks the movement like a predator, sharp and quiet. your throat ends up with faded bite marks all the time once he got comfortable with using his teeth on you, and when you point them out, he just rumbles, “Then stop offering it.”

BEN Drowned

모 from day one, the second you started getting all sticky and cuddly with him, he started teasing the hell out of you for it. not in a mean way—just that mellow, lazy roast voice he has, the kind that sounds like he's halfway to sleep and halfway to a blunt.

“Dude, you’re like… emotionally horny. That’s wild.”

but he’s grinning. that slow, shit-eating grin that says he loves it. that he eats up every clingy kiss and every over-the-top pet name and every time you crawl onto him like a needy little koala. he barks, but he basks.

모 he revels in cuddle sessions when he’s high. joint between his fingers, you in his lap or spread out beside him, some dumb show playing he’s not even watching—he’s in heaven. his hands get real loose, one hand always low on your thigh, thumbing lazy circles or sliding under your shirt with zero fanfare, just to feel skin.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles into your neck, half-lidded and warm against you. “You’re like… a fuckin’ cloud. Or a hot marshmallow or some shit.” then he starts giggling at his own description and buries his face in your chest like he’s trying to suffocate himself in your tits.

모 zero shame, zero urgency. he’ll rub his cheek against your stomach while you stroke his hair and mumble the nastiest compliments with all the energy of a guy talking in his sleep.

“You’re lucky I’m too high to rail you right now,” he slurs with a kiss to your ribs. “You'd be cryin'."

모 when he initiates affection, it’s barely even conscious. has this thing where he’ll hook a finger through your belt loop or hoodie pocket as you walk by just to pull you into his lap, even if he’s busy gaming. doesn’t even pause his game. he makes an obnoxious smooch sound, presses a lazy kiss to your temple, slaps your ass once, then goes right back to clicking buttons like nothing happened. half the time you’re just part of the furniture. a very warm, kissable, touchable piece of furniture that smells really good.

모 gets this really soft look when you kiss his hands—like an actual visible lag in his brain. he stares for a second, eyes lowered, breathing paused like you’ve just triggered some long-lost human file. Then he flexes his fingers in yours and says something stupid like "Damn. Didn’t realize I was royalty.”

모 a little bitch about you playing with his pointy ears. all "ugh, you got an elf kink?!" and "bro, you're fuckin' weird, stop doing that", until you actually pull your hands away. then it's suddenly, "babe, c'mon stop playing," and tucking his hair behind his ears to give you room.

모 borderline religious experience levels of fixation on your thighs. if you don't open your legs to let him sit between them he gives you this look like you just personally offended him and says, "What?? You mad at me or some shit? What did I do??"

Ticci Toby

𓌏 second-place simp only because Jack’s quiet obsession is unbeatable—but Toby gives everything back tenfold, and then some once you make it known that you're touchy-feely. he’s not gentle about it either. he loves hard, and he loves fast, like you’re gonna vanish if he doesn’t show you right now how much he needs you.

𓌏 the worst kisser on Earth (subjective). when you initiate with sweet smooches, he tackles you like a linebacker and crashes your mouths together so hard your teeth click. no aim, no finesse, too much jaw, tongue immediately. and then he pulls back with this big, stupid grin like, “That w-was good, right? Hah. G-gimme another one.” you're half-way to a concussion.

𓌏 you tried to sneak up behind him and bear hug him once. big mistake. he turned it on you and crushed you so tight against his chest that he almost broke your nose.

𓌏 you bite him playfully, and he bites back with zero restraint. doesn’t register how hard it is until you scream. he jerks back with your arm in his mouth, blinking in horror at the indents like they bit him. mouth wet with spit and the faintest trace of red, his expression crumpling like, “W-what?? Wh-what’d I do?? I-I didn’t—wait, y-you’re crying??” full kicked-puppy energy while you're nursing a war wound.

𓌏 cuddling during a movie is virtually impossible. just being near you gets him half-chubbed and distracted. and if he’s the big spoon it’s over. within minutes there’s a hand under your shirt like it belongs there, groping you like it's his emotional support tiddy. “I’m n-not d-doing nothin’, promise,” he mumbles, already rolling his hips into your lower back. “Y-you’re just s-s-soft… and warm…”

a beat of silence.

“…C-can I p-put it in though? C'mon, just a m-m-minute— Please?? We can s-still watch!"

𓌏 touch-starved to hell and back. has to be in physical contact with you constantly. holding your hand even when it's sweaty and awkward. arm slung over your shoulder. leg thrown across your lap. chin on your head. elbow in your ribs. he’s like a weird affectionate dog that never learned boundaries and never wants to.

𓌏 needy to the point of insanity. you so much as touch his thigh in passing and suddenly he’s grabbing your hand and dragging it to his crotch, muttering, “Y-you did that on purpose, d-don’t act innocent.” you didn’t. but it doesn’t matter, he's already hard.

𓌏 hair-pulling is his heroin. there's no "lazy, gentle scalp massages" with him. you try to detangle his mess of curls and he just keeps going, “Harder. Harder—mmmf, ha-harder" while you're one pull away from scalping him. but he just smiles and leans into it, completely unfazed by the fact that his head is being yanked back.

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

☹ you had to break him down slowly. he had walls of steel, thick as hell with barbed wire on top, but your affection chipped at it like water on rock. at first he dodged it—literally. you’d lean in for a kiss and he’d shift just slightly to avoid it, muttering “Don’t.” not because he didn’t want it, but because he wanted it too badly.

his reasons were always the same:

“You don’t want this. I’m not even here half the time.”

“Stickman fucks with my head. I could forget your face tomorrow.”

“You should be with someone real.”

☹ but none of that stopped the way he lingered. your touch magnetized him. you’d reach for his hand and he’d sigh but let you take it, fingers twitching like he didn’t trust himself to squeeze back.

☹ he’ll tell you he’s not a cuddler, that he “gets too hot,” that he “can’t relax like that,” that he “doesn’t sleep well next to people.” but you soon find out he sleeps better when you tangle your legs with his. can’t fall asleep unless your hand’s resting somewhere on him—his side, his chest, his wrist, doesn’t matter.

☹ he doesn’t initiate often—can’t risk falling harder than he already has—but when he does it’s a problem. it's rare and raw, and it makes your chest cave in every time. because he will just randomly sigh like he had to make a life or death decision in his head, make eye contact so intense it feels like bracing for impact, and he kisses you like he hasn't seen you in years.

☹ weak for domestic touches. tug his shirt straight for him. smooth his collar. wipe something off his cheek with your thumb. his brain just shorts out. he stands there like a statue with his eyes flicking between your hand and your face like he’s not sure which to kiss first.

☹ he LOVES when you kiss the bridge of his nose or the crease in his brow when he’s frowning. you do it to soften him up, and it works every time.

☹ Hoodie takes. affection makes him feral. especially right after missions—blood under his nails, eyes glassy, breath heavy—and you grab his face and kiss him like he’s still human? he ruins you. shoves you against the wall, fucks you like he’s still high on adrenaline. like if he doesn’t bury himself inside you, he’ll forget who he is.

☹ he can’t process gentleness right away. the first time you ran your fingers through his hair while he was still breathing heavy post-mission, he froze like you’d hit him. then he grabbed your wrist and dragged your hand back. "Again. Do that shit again."

☹ when you kiss his jaw while he’s still tense, he exhales like the pressure valve just cracked. you do that enough times, and he starts chasing your kisses with his own—down your throat, across your collarbone, rough and desperate.

☹ when you’re clingy with Hoodie, he doesn’t push you away. he lets it happen, but he doesn’t respond like Brian. he just holds you tighter, stiffer, more possessive. like he’s cataloging every second of it to replay later when he’s buried under orders and blood.

☹ kissing him through the mask undoes him. you press your mouth to the fabric and he flinches like it's more intimate than actual skin on skin. he'll stare at you like he doesn't know how to process it, and then rips it up to his nose just enough to crush his mouth against yours like he needs the proof you’re real and not some hallucination.

☹ if you help him clean up after he comes back—using a clean rag to wipe the blood that seeped through the mask on his face—he'll completely freeze for a full minute before yanking himself away from you with this ragged, broken exhale, like you just slit his throat. "No, no, stay the fuck away, this— you don't— don't fuckin' touch me, you're staining your hands. You don't deserve this." he fully shuts down on you like you just reached some purgatory in his mind, and he only comes back after you coax him softly.

Tim Wright/Masky

⦻ so fucking reluctant. not because he doesn’t want the affection—he wants it like he’s dying of thirst—but because he doesn’t trust it. he'll tip toe around it in the beginning like he's scared letting his guard down would instantly make you vanish. you’ll sometimes catch him just looking at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. It’s not lustful—it’s like he’s trying to memorize you, afraid his brain’s going to betray him again.

⦻ when you get clingy with him (cuddling on the couch, draping over him while he’s trying to smoke or read), he groans and mutters a half-hearted “Jesus Christ…” but makes no effort to move you. He just lets out this long-suffering sigh like he’s being tortured—and then subtly wraps an arm around you, fingers digging into your hip.

⦻ touch-starved in the saddest way. if you’re rubbing circles into his back while he lays on your chest, this man is out. fast asleep. snores like a truck.

⦻ the real killer for Tim is casual affection. walking past him and you grab his face to give him a kiss like it's second nature. or holding his hand absentmindedly while watching TV. every time, he looks at you like he can’t believe you're doing it without thinking. sometimes tears up because of it and (badly) covers it up with a yawn.

⦻ he won’t initiate affection often, but he will hover. walks too close, sits too close, lingers near doorways so you’ll come to him first. it's his way of saying “please touch me” without saying anything at all.

⦻ back of the neck touches wreck him. you slide your hand up under the back of his shirt to press your palm there—under his jacket, under his defenses. you feel him go still every time. it’s grounding. he’d never ask for it, but if you stop doing it during a hug, he’ll lean back into your hand, subtly chasing the touch.

⦻ Masky is the complete opposite of Hoodie when it comes to you cleaning him up after a mission. he goes still, but not from shame. his head tilts, eyes half-lidded behind the mask like he’s watching prey walk willingly into his den. there’s a flush creeping down his neck, a hungry glint in his eye, and he’s already half-hard under the weight of your care. he gets a rush from this—your soft hands, your worried little frown, the way you treat him like something precious even when he’s soaked in blood. the way you serve him like this without even having to ask for it.

⦻ you say “I missed you,” arms open to hug him, and he makes a low, scoffing sound in his throat—but the way he grabs you by the back of your neck to kiss you says otherwise.

⦻ Masky doesn’t process “normal” intimacy well. you rest your head on his shoulder, and he’s grabbing your thigh like it’s a green light for sex. you hold his hand and he shakes out of it just to grab your throat instead. there’s no filter.

⦻ you try to kiss him and he meets you halfway but way too fast and way too hard. teeth clash, lips bruise; he grabs your jaw to hold you still like you’re prey he’s keeping under control.

⦻ he loves it most when you get rough back, so he can one-up you. when you bite his neck or lips, or yank him in for a kiss like you need him. if he could purr, he would. his way of reciprocating physical affection is making sure you don’t walk right for two days. did i mention he has a control thing yet?

Jeff the Killer

꒷꒦ umm... jk lol

꒷꒦ first year? misery. if you’re naturally clingy, you might as well be kissing a brick wall that sometimes bites. his concept of physical affection was feral. gropey, aggressive, and mostly used to initiate sex or get a rise out of you. he was obnoxious, didn’t get soft stuff, and laughed in your face if you called him “cute.”

꒷꒦ but if you stomached that… congrats. you unlocked bare minimum boyfriend privileges. he doesn’t initiate affection unless it’s immediately sexual. you’re not getting casual cuddles or soft little kisses just because. that’s not ���his style.” he groans EVERY single time you start getting handsy and soft, but he never does much to stop you anymore.

꒷꒦ he accepts hugs. because your tits squish against him and he’s a pig. he’ll either slap your ass hard enough to make you squeak, or pull you in by the neck and kiss you like he’s trying to bruise your lips.

“There. You got your stupid affection. That enough for the day?”

it’s not. you keep coming back like a needy little parasite and he acts like he’s put upon—but his grip always lingers.

꒷꒦ the ONLY time he doesn't piss and moan about cuddling is when you pull him over you in bed, face first into your chest. you try to be cute, sure, but he's a tit guy and he makes it foul instantly. cups the sides of your tits and pushes them together to rub his face in while groaning. instantly hard, too.

꒷꒦ he gets annoyed constantly. like, “can’t-breathe-stop-touching-me-I-swear-to-god” annoyed, but it’s mostly all bark. you straddle him on the couch to cover his face in kisses and he flails, groaning, “DUDE. Get the fuck off. I’m gonna suffocate.” but he doesn't push you off. doesn’t even move. he just grits his teeth and deals with it, eyes fluttering shut the second your lips hit his jaw like the hypocrite he is.

꒷꒦ he sucks at cuddling. or rather—he sucks at not turning cuddling into dry humping within five minutes. you slide next to him in bed, all sweet and warm and wanting to be held, and he immediately shifts behind you and grabs your waist like he’s bracing for impact. his mouth is on your neck before the covers settle.

“You’re the one who climbed in here,” he mutters, hand already between your thighs. “I’m just makin’ the most of it.”

he calls it "cuddling with flavor".

꒷꒦ disgustingly into anything involving his neck. you sneak up behind him, arms around his waist, lips on his neck for less than a second, and he growls, “You got ten seconds to stop before I start fucking you right here.”

Liu Woods/Sully

𓄧 at first, he’s unsure how to handle it. not in a “don’t touch me” way—he actually responds well to touch—but it scares him how much he likes it. he’s used to needing control, keeping his emotions tight, so having someone who’s always hugging him and kissing his cheek and calling him pet names just melts him. he just hides it very, very well.

𓄧 his reactions are delayed. you’ll wrap your arms around him from behind and it’ll take him a second to process it—but once he does, his hands automatically come to rest on yours, like his body reacts before his brain can argue.

𓄧 he’s not good at receiving affection without overthinking it. you nuzzle up to him on the couch and he’s immediately like: “What did I do to deserve this? Are you okay? Are you hiding something?” but he also lets out this tiny, quiet breath when you pet his hair, and that’s how you know he secretly loves it.

𓄧 obsessed with your hands. loves when you run your fingers along his jaw, lace your fingers with his, or cup his face when you kiss him. he has this internal reaction every time like he’s been hit in the chest with a shovel. never says a word about it, just keeps looking for it again and again.

𓄧 he needs physical affection, but he thinks it’s selfish to ask for it, so you’ll often find him standing too close to you, brushing up against you, subtly looking for contact like a stray cat that won’t admit it’s hungry. you sit in his lap and he freezes, then lets out the quietest laugh and leans into you like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

𓄧 he matches your affection in the softest ways. he’ll kiss your forehead when he passes you in the hallway. pulls you closer in bed while still asleep. kisses your hands every time you cup his face or play with his hair. all that subtle, quiet love that he’s never sure how to say out loud.

𓄧 Sully exists to protect the system—especially Liu. he’s not cruel or evil, but he is intense. he runs hot, emotional, and blunt. he’s used to hostility, so your affection throws him off at first, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

𓄧 you learned pretty early when someone else was fronting. the posture was different. the eyes were harder. he flinched less. and he didn’t say much—just stared like he was trying to figure you out like a puzzle.

𓄧 you once kissed his cheek mid-sentence and he just paused, mid-thought. blank and confused. “...What the hell was that for?”

you said “because I wanted to.”

and he stared another beat and muttered, “...Weird,” but he turned his face for you to kiss the other cheek as well. lol

𓄧 Sully doesn’t seek out affection, but once he starts to trust you, he starts allowing it. he’ll grunt when you hug him, but he won’t move away. he’ll scowl if you hold his hand, but he squeezes back. he’s used to being the one protecting, so being loved so openly makes him feel raw and seen in a way that’s almost unbearable. almost.

𓄧 he’s more physical in return than Liu, though. if you kiss him, he grabs your waist and kisses back like it’s a challenge. if you straddle his lap, he’ll start feeling you up instantly—legs, hips, ass, making it feel like it was his idea to begin with.

𓄧 when you cuddle up to him, he makes this sarcastic little noise like “ugh,” but his hands find your waist automatically. his body betrays him every time. he’s all sarcasm and sharp teeth, but he wraps around you like he’s been cold his whole life.

𓄧 after getting comfortable, he lowkey loves to tease you, but acts like it's just aversion to touch, just to fuck with you a bit. you lean in to kiss him and he turns his head last second so you miss his lips. if you pout, his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile and he leans in with this low tone, "You gonna start crying? Can't you wait until I fuck it out of you?"

[dailymaker]

한동훈 “관종은 제가 아니라 민주당?”

[pomefioredove]

boop

summary: booping them + their reactions type of post: headcanons characters: third years additional info: is short, platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral author's note: this would've been good to post for the tumblr april fool's event but I missed out so you're getting it now instead!

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

hmm... okay!

trey often navigates his interactions with other students based on his interactions with his siblings

there's an order to human behavior, after all

especially with the underclassmen shenanigans (he's really seen it all at this point; don't ask)

none of his siblings, however, have walked up to him unannounced and booped his nose

not yet, at least?

it seems to make you happy though, so he just smiles

half of his job as vice housewarden is "going along with it"

he's pretty used to nonsense

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

he's editing something on his phone the first time you try and doesn't even notice it

...and the second time, and the third

it becomes a sort of routine for you

tentatively trying to see how many times you can get away with it before he finally notices and says something

and it only spirals from there, of course

you'll up to him while he's talking to someone else, boop him, and walk away

(much to the other person's confusion)

does he notice? yeah, of course

do you need to know that he notices? ...maybe not

he likes the attention, just let him have this one

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 ⋆˚⸙˖°༄✩⊹

he gnaws your hand off

okay, not really. too messy for him

(and the consequences would be such a headache to deal with...)

but he is all grumpy because you woke him up for that

"What was that supposed to be? -_- Don't do that again,"

rolls over and goes back to sleep

you're lucky he reacted as nonchalantly as he did tbh, lions don't like being pet, and he could've kicked you out of his room in a heartbeat for that

(maybe you get a special pass to be annoying)

note to you: don't do that again

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 ˚⊹˚₊🕊 ˚✧ ₊

boops you back right away

does he necessarily know what that means? no, but he'll find out soon enough anyway

and based off your body language and expression it seems like a gesture of affection

...which he's all too happy to return

(he's so excited to be touching you affectionately he could explode)

now every time you see each other you end up going back and forth for hours

"boop!" "boop!" "boop!"

that's one sure way to give Vil a headache

(you may or may not end up temporarily banned from Pomefiore for disturbing the peace)

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭 ˚⊹˚₊🕊 ˚✧ ₊

you'd assume he gets annoyed, right?

well, he's a little surprised at first (people just don't go around touching him, after all)

then he just smiles

"Remember what we said about asking before touching, hm?"

you're lucky he thinks you're cute

(if not a little strange)

like, so lucky

congratulations on being the only human on earth who gets away with casually touching his face like that

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 ₊✩‧₊˚⊹༄˚₊모‧₊

well. what do you expect

his eyes widen and his face (and hair) go pink and he internally freaks out (but externally just stands there)

"Um... What was that for?"

Idia might be a little more familiar with the conventions of a boop than anyone else

it's what you do to adorable little animals, right? like kitties and puppies?

so... why are you doing it to him?

if you say you "just felt like it" he might believe you

if you say it's because you think he's cute he will be avoiding you for the rest of the month

good luck!

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 ✩⁺₊°⊹ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ☽｡°⊹

blinks.

has zero clue what you meant by that

but you seem happy with yourself so it couldn't have been a bad thing, right?

"I'm unfamiliar with that gesture. Is that a greeting from your home?"

you explain that it's a sort of affection you show towards cute things

"Oh, well... you're quite brave. I'm honored,"

he's definitely all sunshine and rainbows for the rest of the week

he's all but giggling and kicking his feet back and forth

no one really questions him

and he doesn't really explain

(if Sebek finds out you booped the heir to the throne of Briar Valley as if he were a kitty cat he will gnaw your hand off)

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 ✩⁺₊°⊹ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ☽｡°⊹

pleasantly surprised, doesn't even question it

he is adorable, after all, he can't blame you for wanting to be affectionate with him

boops you back, of course

after all, aren't you just the cutest thing too?

if you try to walk away after booping him he will find you to return the favor

will somehow make it a competitive sport

waiting for you around corners, hiding in every nook and cranny so that he might catch you by surprise and boop you

(he is totally keeping count of who's ahead)

it makes the school a warzone for like a solid week before Silver's pleas to "please be normal about the prefect" finally work

(AKA Lilia gets bored of it and finds another way to be close to you)

[spearofheaven]

thank you for tagging me jelly!!

best friend's dad ♡ Toji fushiguro

cw: smut mdni, reader's megumi's friend, age gap, size kink, panther!reader

You weren’t supposed to be here. Definitely not in his kitchen, late at night, wearing nothing but one of his son's oversized shirts and lace panties underneath.

“You really shouldn’t be here,” Toji muttered, towering over you, his voice rough, thick with warning. His eyes dropped to the way your thighs pressed together. “You know that, right?”

You nodded.

But you didn’t move. stared up at him with big doe eyes

You didn’t move when he took a step closer. Or when his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his broad, chest. Or when his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, dragging it down slow.

“This what you wear when you sleep over with my son, princess?” he rasped, voice low, breath warm against your ear. you stared up, hands clinging onto his chest, "wore it for you.." “S’that why you’ve been givin’ me those eyes all fuckin’ day?”

“Toji—” you whispered, your voice breathless.

But your hips rolled forward when he palmed you. When two thick fingers slid down and felt how soaked you already were.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” he growled, dragging those fingers to your lips, smearing your slick over them. “megumi's friend, huh? Actin’ all sweet ‘n quiet in front of him, then sneakin’ down here at midnight so I can wreck your tight little cunt?”

You gasped when he lifted you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. Your legs fell open for him without a word. his tall figure shadowing over you.

And he just stared for a second.

“You ever even had a man before?” he smirked, already undoing his belt. “Not a boy. A man.”

Your answer was a breathy, “No.”

He grinned

“Good. Then I get to ruin you first.”

He didn’t bother undressing you fully — just shoved your shirt up to your tits, sucked one into his mouth like he owned you, then slid his cock between your legs

Big. Heavy. Hot. The stretch had you crying, he was too big. hands clawing at his shoulders as he filled you in one thick, brutal thrust.

And he didn’t stop.

Didn’t stop until you were shaking. Whimpering. Biting your lip so you wouldn’t moan too loud and wake up the whole damn house.

“Shouldn’t be here,” he muttered again, teeth scraping your neck as he fucked you harder, rough and possessive. “But you are. So now you’re mine.”

And you let him take everything.

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: MIGHT make this an au with him and doll!reader or panther!reader

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[Masterlist]

[meet-the-grinder]

[4chan-angel]

Hi, can you make a soobin pack? minimalist.... please!! Thanks in advance ~ 🩷

외 모 check! 𓏲࣪ ░ 𓍯

⌗𓂅 🎐 ₊𓂃

[somehowstimboards]

hello magic stimbosrder can you please make a stimboard of Painter from pressure? ty!!

“ If it isn't my WORST pal! ”

╰┈ ⋅ ・・・・—— ── ── <모> !

❕requested

❕painting + 2000s tech stims

❕reqs open ( long queque / wait time )

🔌#~ sources ;

⌯⌲ ၊၊||၊၊၊||၊၊၊||၊

🖥️ / 🖌️ / 🖥️

💿 / ⚠︎⿻ / 💿

🖱️ / 🖼️ / 🖱️

[yeiyeai]

아 제미니의 라텍스 혐오증을 볼 때마다 예전에 하던 영국발 모 텍스트 야겜이 생각나 버려ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

초기 설정이었나? 조우하는 NPC들이 콘돔 선호하는 비율 정하는 설정에서 콘돔 아무도 안 가지고 다니고, 절대 알아서 안 쓰고, PC가 쓰자고 요청해도 쓰기 싫어하는 옵션의 설명이 '사람들은 라텍스 알레르기에 걸려 있습니다' 뭐 이런 거였는데

[teamokorea-blog]

2025년 베네치아 카니발 (Carnevale di Venezia)

2025년 베네치아 카니발 (Carnevale di Venezia)

베네치아 카니발은 이탈리아뿐만 아니라 전 세계에서 가장 유명한 축제 중 하나로, 매년 화려한 가면과 의상을 통해 전통과 예술, 역사가 어우러진 독특한 경험을 제공합니다. 2025년에도 베네치아 카니발은 더욱 특별한 프로그램과 이벤트들로 여행객들을 맞이할 예정입니다.

1. 행사 개요 • 기간: 2025년 2월 15일(토요일) ~ 2월 25일(화요일) (사순절 시작 전 화요일까지 진행) • 장소: 베네치아 전역, 특히 **산 마르코 광장(Piazza San Marco)**과 대운하 주변에서 주요 행사가 열립니다. • 테마: 매년 카니발은 특정 테마를 중심으로 기획됩니다. 2025년의 테마는 아직 공식 발표되지 않았지만, 일반적으로 전통과 현대를 결합한 창의적인 주제가 선정됩니다. 2. 주요 행사 ① 오프닝 퍼레이드 (Festa Veneziana sull’Acqua) • 날짜: 2025년 2월 15일~16일 (카니발 첫 주말) • 장소: 카날 그란데(대운하) • 내용: • 화려하게 장식된 곤돌라와 보트들이 대운하를 따라 행진하며 카니발의 시작을 알립니다. • 베네치아의 수상 문화를 상징하는 이 행사는 카니발의 하이라이트 중 하나로, 밤에는 화려한 조명과 음악이 더해져 환상적인 분위기를 연출합니다.

② 가면 대회 (Concorso della Maschera) • 날짜: 매일 진행 (2월 15일~2월 25일) • 장소: 산 마르코 광장 • 내용: • 화려한 가면과 전통 의상을 입은 참가자들이 경쟁하며, 가장 창의적이고 독창적인 가면과 의상을 뽑는 대회입니다. • 방문객들도 직접 참여하거나 관람할 수 있습니다. ③ 천사 강림 (Volo dell’Angelo) • 날짜: 2025년 2월 16일 (일요일) • 장소: 산 마르코 광장 • 내용: • 전통적으로 카니발의 오프닝을 장식하는 행사로, “천사”로 선정된 인물이 산 마르코 종탑에서 광장으로 밧줄을 타고 내려옵니다. • 이는 카니발의 시작을 상징하며, 관객들에게 큰 볼거리를 제공합니다.

④ 성 마르코 사자 퍼레이드 (Volo dell’Aquila) • 날짜: 2025년 2월 23일 (일요일) • 장소: 산 마르코 광장 • 내용: • 카니발 후반부에 열리는 행사로, 특별 초청된 유명 인사가 광장 위로 날아오르는 퍼포먼스를 선보입니다. ⑤ 가면 무도회 (Balli in Maschera) • 날짜: 카니발 기간 중 (특정 날짜는 행사마다 다름) • 장소: 베네치아의 궁전과 호텔 (카 도로 궁전, 카사노바 팰리스 등) • 내용: • 베네치아 카니발의 상징적인 행사로, 참가자들은 전통 가면과 의상을 입고 고풍스러운 궁전에서 음악과 춤을 즐깁니다. • 이 행사는 사전 예약이 필요하며, 입장료가 부과됩니다.

⑥ 카니발 폐막 행사 (Svolo del Leone) • 날짜: 2025년 2월 25일 (화요일) • 장소: 산 마르코 광장 • 내용: • 베네치아를 상징하는 사자의 깃발이 광장 위로 오르며, 카니발의 공식적인 폐막을 알립니다. • 축제의 마지막 날에는 거리 곳곳에서 공연과 파티가 열립니다. #베네치아#카니발#유럽여행#축제#이탈리아

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I would love to see your headcanons for who's the most to least likely to sub for their partner! Whatever characters of your choice <3

hii!! this was honestly so fun to write :P these lowkey are kind of like a scenario split into hcs, idk why but that's just how my brain decided to go about it lol.

they're in order from most to least likely to sub :P also the prompt i worked with as a base for these is basically the reader bringing it up to them while in a relationship. i found it worked better than just writing who would do it voluntarily (because they wouldn't i'm afraid 💀). also also, gn partner!

enjoy!! <3

Creepypasta Submissive Headcanons (NSFW)

CW: dom/sub dynamics, a bit of brat taming?, degradation, a bit of bondage, spit, orgasm control/edging, dubcon at the end, oral (giving and receiving for both the characters and the reader), slight mention of trauma but nothing explicit

BEN Drowned

모 sex with him is generally you centric because he's always geeked off that grass and uses that as an excuse to be lazy and lay back while you ride his face and use his dick—he gets off anyway, so might as well let you do the work under the pretense of "Yeah babe you can use me, empowerment or whatever."

모 so when you bring up domming him, he doesn't even think twice about it. goes into it thinking it's just regular sex but on steroids. not because he's blind to what it means—he's been inside the internet, he's seen shit—but because it's you. and what will you do.

모 there would be a tiny brat-dom dynamic by default because, yeah he's down for whatever you bring up, but he cannot take it fully seriously. kind of difficult to do that when you're baked like a pastry.

모 you want him to address you with a superior nickname? "yes ma'am/sir/master" but he's rolling his eyes and sporting a shit eating grin the entire time because he thinks it's comical.

모 you demand that he doesn't jerk off unless you tell him to? definitely does it when he's nose deep between your legs just to see what you do about it. "What?? It's muscle memory babe, don't pretend it's not hot."

모 genuinely huffing and puffing if you tied his hands behind his back and edged him as punishment. talking shit up until the point he's twitching and rutting in the air when you stop touching him. then it's:

"Holy shit, OKAY I'm sorry, fuck, I'm sorry, just— babe-master, I'm getting dick cramps, come on,"

모 refuses to beg for about 10 seconds total. the moment you tease him again, "Ohhh my fucking god, please fuck me, please, I can't take this anymore, PLEASE make me cum".

모 balls deep inside you and choking on mindless thanks, making these broken, indignant whines if you told him to slow down.

모 all in all, however, he would be into it more than he expected. it doesn't become default freaky time because he does not have that kind of energy, but when it happens again, he'd lay off the brattiness.

모 aftercare is basically non-existent. he doesn't need it, he would just spark up again and hop on the game, but if you felt like you needed it, it would be more quality time than cuddles.

Toby Rodgers

𓌏 he's lowkey a closeted switch disguised as a feral fuck machine so when you bring it up he gets lowkey defensive, he feels CLOCKED.

𓌏 "What, s-so I don't fuh-fuck you good? That it?" "Is this a con-control thing? You want a-an excuse t-to bully me?" full 7 stages of grief like huh?

𓌏 eventually agrees grudgingly which, in other words, means he was fiending for this shit forever but he never surpassed preteen emotional maturity. so, coming to terms with being bossed around was a project in erosion (thanks Slender).

𓌏 he's acting like a stray dog at first, defenses up so high that you have to break character and remind him it's still just you and if he doesn't like something he can just tell you. didn't even establish a safe word because you thought this was going to fail from the start.

𓌏 it takes approximately 5 minutes of you easing him into it with gentle authority assertion until he melts and starts begging, just like that. you're half-way into calling him a good boy for making eye contact when you asked, and he's already whining.

𓌏 you specifically avoid degradation because you don't wanna push it. however, "Are you gonna be a good boy and stay still while I suck you off?" is exactly the moment where the puzzle pieces fall into place for him.

𓌏 "Yes, I'll— f-fuck I'll be the b-best fucking slut f-for you, please," oh okay. i thought we were— alright??

𓌏 barely a decent slut for you, canNOT stay still, but he tries. kind of. hips thrusting up too excitedly, cockhead ramming so hard in the back of your throat that you basically feel the bruise forming in real time. "S-shit, fuck, I'm sorry— I-I'm sorry, it's a t-tic, please d-don't stop." lies.

𓌏 quickly discovers he likes begging with his mouth full. your fingers, your underwear, you, anything. choking on messy “pl-please, c’n I cum, I’ll be g-good, I swear", so needy you would confuse his pleas for the begging of his victims.

𓌏 hot take or not, slight mommy/daddy kink. obvious reasons.

𓌏 so obnoxiously loud when you start degrading him. "You're that much of a worthless mutt? You can't even take what I give you and you're expecting me to let you cum?" groaning, whining, eyes glassy and mouth snarling like he's in pain, voice cracking when you have a hand around his throat, or a foot on his chest.

𓌏 when you finally let him cum, he sobs actual tears. voice breaking and wheezing from how begging in guttural groans scratched his throat the entire time. spit dripping down his neck from the gash in his cheek. whole body convulsing and tics flaring up like crazy. you can barely even hear the thanks he whispers breathlessly.

𓌏 so quick to clean his cum out of you if you asked.

𓌏 aftercare consists of him completely limp on top of you while you detangle his sweaty hair, muttering little praises in his ear, which he petulantly grunts away like you didn't just reduce him to whimpering mush.

Eyeless Jack

⚉ he's a predator by nature, so subbing isn't exactly something that's ever crossed his mind. but the thing with Jack is, he doesn't just do relationships. if you're partners, you're really fucking special to him, and by proxy he would jump into it just because he's devoted. so, your answer would be a short, certain "...Alright."

⚉ he's surprisingly a very good sport about it. the second you put your hand on his chest and push him down, he goes easy. obedient. no passive aggressiveness, no brattiness, no "I could flip this on you so quick". he just watches you from where he's propped up on his elbows with this unreadable expression like he's waiting for you to take him apart and it doesn’t even bruise his pride.

⚉ doesn’t beg, doesn’t whimper, doesn’t plead. but the second you tell him to stay still and open his mouth, he does. you’ll straddle his chest and he just tilts his head back, mouth parting obediently, waiting for your fingers, your taste, anything.

⚉ he'll sit and take whatever you give him, answers everything with short, respectful answers like it's something sacred. "You like being used, big boy?" "Yes, ma'am/sir." the only sign he’s into it is how fucking hard he gets from just serving you.

⚉ at one point you slap his hand away when he tries to jerk off without permission and he just freezes. like a dog being told to stay. stares at you with wide sockets and says, “...Apologies.” voice low, like it’s actually sincere.

⚉ takes edging mostly unphased, only grunting when you stop to watch his leaking cock twitch helplessly on his stomach. the restraint is borderline terrifying. HOWEVER, by the 5th, 6th time, he's panting, thighs shaking, hips thrusting in the air purely out of instinct.

⚉ you tie his wrists behind his back just for fun, and the moment you straddle him, his whole body tenses like a loaded weapon. he doesn't dare move until you tell him to. when you finally lean back and put your hands on his knees for leverage while riding him—bouncing, relentless—he jerks his hands against the ties, teeth bared in a hiss.

⚉ doesn't need praise, didn't react to it the entire time, but the moment you start huffing out little "so big, so obedient, such a good fucking toy for me" while he's balls deep inside you, his chest ruptures with a growl.

⚉ the only real, shaken reaction you'll get out of him is when you give him permission to cum. chokes on a growl, snarls "yes, fuck yes, yes—" through gritted teeth and starts pistoning into you from below.

⚉ doesn't need aftercare, but he just lays there with you like he’s resting after a blood ritual. no words. no movement. you curl into him and he shifts just enough to wrap an arm around your waist. breathes in slow, reverent, like he’d let you kill him if you wanted.

Brian Thomas

☹ bringing it up to him in a conversation would go south quickly. sex with him generally feels impersonal and more like a vessel for frustration, regardless of how long you have been together. letting his guard down is off the table.

☹ unless you manage to sneak it into the rare instance where he's allowing himself to relax just enough to soften a bit. where he kisses you slowly while stroking your back under the covers and his body succumbs to your gentleness, instead of crashing his mouth into yours with clenched teeth and shoving his hand in your underwear like fucking you as urgently as possible would take the weight off his shoulders.

☹ starting slow would be the best course of action. gently guiding his face to the side to drag your lips down his neck, feeling him through his shirt while whispering into his skin. "Relax, let me take care of you", "Let me take these off, baby", "Lift your hips for me."

☹ looks at you with these wary eyes and parted lips like he's so torn. but he lets you. lets you undress him, lets you get on top of him to kiss down his chest, down his stomach. lets you lick up his shaft instead of grabbing your hair and guiding you to take him in your mouth right off the bat. even fights himself to keep still and not rush you when you start teasing him.

☹ "So good for me, baby" while stroking from the base up and licking around his tip? he whimpers. genuine, meek, like that's enough to crack him open.

☹ hands will eventually fly to your hair on instinct. you'll grab his wrists and set them down back at his sides, not forcing them down but just holding your hands over them to remind. he wouldn't squirm, but he would tense. and "be a good boy for me and i'll give you what you want, okay?" is enough to get him biting his lip and breathe harder.

☹ the more you give, the more he gives back like it's natural. you take him deeper, relax your throat and let his cock slide down slowly, he groans so deep you can barely hear the "fffuck yes, thank you," but it's there. small and new and unsure, but coming out without resistance.

☹ praise, for anything and everything, and he melts into a puddle of breathy moans and shaking thighs. "Look at you, you look so fucking good on your knees for me" and his eyes would roll back in a muffled whine.

☹ surprisingly self controlled when you tell him just how to fuck you, but he's panting in your ear like it's painful not to pound into you when you keep him moving slowly. "F-fuck, you're so tight, please, just a bit... just— let me fuck you proper, please."

☹ does NOT take edging easily. crumbling by the second time he starts getting close, bucking up into your hand and sweating bullets.

☹ looks damaged when you let him cum. eyes wide, brows pinched together tightly, mouth wide open and slack and nothing coming out, like you punched the air out of his lungs.

☹ aftercare is silent and sticky with tight hugs and noses buried in each other's shoulders. won't say it out loud in a million years, but it felt cathartic.

Tim Wright

⦻ takes a LOT of convincing, a lot of reasoning, you even almost resort to making a google slideshow for him. however, it's clear from the get go he's not fully opposed to it with the way he's smirking every time you start your "hear me out" rant. he just wants to watch you reason with him just to fuck with you a little. mind games™

⦻ agrees EVENTUALLY. and he's deceptively composed when he gets on his knees for you. deceptive little grin when you spread your legs and pull him in. something's wrong.

⦻ "Tim." "What?? I'm on my knees, no? Ain't you supposed to call me a good boy?" before he dives in with his entire mouth right away. latches on and sucks like he's trying to prove something.

⦻ "Hm? Easier? Should've specified." "Maybe you should get rougher with me so I listen. C'mon, you wanted this, do I have to teach you?"

⦻ you do get rougher. yank him off you by the hair, hold him there and jerk his head while you scold him. he just looks up at you with low eyes and a sharp, toothy grin, like he's completely unphased by the sting but loving you getting riled up.

⦻ makes a show of jacking off after you specifically demanded that he doesn't, moaning a little extra when you slap his hand off his dick. "Shit, yeah, punish me baby, I've been sooo bad. Maybe you should tie me up too."

⦻ ends up cuffed for maybe 5 minutes while you alternate between fisting his cock and slapping it, before he somehow he ends up out of the restraint—maybe he slipped his hands out because you didn't want to be cruel by tying them too tight and giving him rope burn on his wrists, maybe he just undid the knot while you were focused on keeping him on the edge. either way, you end up yanked on top of him mid "petulant fucking manwhore".

⦻ "Come on, is that it? You're giving up that easy?" gives you no chance whatsoever to stop him from shoving inside you from below. it quickly morphs into thrashing for who fucks who, half him sloppily thrusting into you, half you wrapping both hands around his neck and bouncing on his dick while snarling.

⦻ a mess of spit. yours in his mouth, his on your chest, wetting the sheets, somehow in your hair. he looks like he's thriving while you're genuinely frustrated that he flipped it on you.

⦻ "Tim, come on—!" "Come on? Oh, you want me to cum on you? Fuck, ain't you gonna make me beg for it first?" mockery on 100% even though his voice is shaking by the unforgiving way he just slams into you, just challenging you to keep talking, keep trying, keep failing.

⦻ ruined orgasm. you haul yourself up right when he's starting to grunt low and breathless in his throat, over and over like he does when he's close. actually gasps when he starts pulsating and throbbing angry spurts on his own stomach, cock spasming frustrated and his expression so shocked, like you were the traitor.

⦻ no aftercare, only because he's moping that it felt like shit. you're so proud, and underneath all that huffing and puffing, he is too. silently.

Jeff the Killer

꒷꒦ ...right.

꒷꒦ so, you bring it up to him one night, soft and careful and fully aware of how stupid of an idea this is. hands cold, eyes on the floor, voice so meek and shaky he actually goes "HUH?" 3 times before you actually spit it out.

"Have you, um... thought about, like... letting me be the one in charge...? Like, when we fuck?" instant regret.

꒷꒦ he barks at you. genuinely cackling, eyes bugging a little extra, like that was just so hilarious. you're already backpedaling because you know you should've just kept this in the vault and jerked off to it in private instead.

"You wanna dom me? Hilarious babe, fucking hysterical."

꒷꒦ flips it so fucking fast, you don't even have time to open your mouth before he's on you. hand on your throat so tight you can feel your pulse in your temples, eyes sharp and manic and pinning you down. "You wanna sit on my dick and boss me around? Are you out of your fucking mind, bitch?"

꒷꒦ shoves you down at his feet so you fall face down next to his shoes. yanks you up by the hair and slams his crotch into your face, keeping you there until you're clawing at his legs for air. fucks your throat raw like he's trying to shut you up forever, pinches your nose when you start choking as if to punish you for even conjuring up the thought of flipping the dynamic. "Dominant little whore can't take a fucking blowjob?"

꒷꒦ fucks you like he's correcting you, no prep, no lube (unless you count the spit from your mouth already on his dick). ass up, face pushed in the pillows by his foot on the back of your head.

꒷꒦ "You need to have the stupid fucked outta you? Huh? Say you're stupid. Say 'that was the stupidest shit I done ever said in my life'." "I'm— I'm sorry, I—" "Say it or I'll fucking beat it out of you."

꒷꒦ you do not bring it up again. or maybe you do.