#and you'll never even belong with them because you don't suck as much you just go with the flow and lie to yourself and do absolutely >>

[slimyenemy]

woah a puppy.....

[omkookie]

Kitty Eating. 7 kings + Minhyeok.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, oral, piv, possessive demons, clone fucking, 69, all that, demon fucking is filth.

Satan Who messily eats your pussy, sinking his nails into your soft skin while gripping your thighs with vigor. He gets your juices all over his face while making your eyes roll back. He gives you one last teasing lick before pinning you down, pushing your knees against your chest and inserting the head of his cock right into you. He starts to pound you ruthlessly, Reminding you that he's the one who brought you to hell and you're his. Nobody can take you from him.

Mammon who gives you everything he has, including himself. He kisses your face, prepping it with little kisses and showing his love for you. He lovingly kisses your eyelids before his big tongue delves between your legs, teasingly licking everywhere but your clit. His fingers prod your warm pussy, spreading its lips apart before licking your sweet juices. His amber eyes glint and fill with lust as they look up at you adoringly. He mumbles that you're his. His love, his master, his everything.

Leviathan who fumes enviously every time he manages to smell one of the other kings on you. It looks like he has to remind you that in the end you're his. You belong to him! Him and only him! Don't you ever dare to think that you belong to another devil when he's right here.

He purposely annoys you to make you choke him, and then he has you sit on his face and smother him with your pussy. He's the type to savor it with his tongue and lick all of your juices up, almost to the point of overstimulation.

Beelzebub- he eats pussy, he eats ass, he's down to rub his tongue and face against anything you offer him. He'll have his clone fuck you from behind while he's underneath you, tongue licking up your clit and jerking himself off. You're getting yourself gangbanged by his clones, and Beelzebub doesn't stop them until you're a drooling mess, body tired and pleasantly sore (and covered in loads of cum)

Lucifer found it very cute how you suggested he gives you head. You were so adorable in his eyes, of course he can't refuse you when it's what you desire. Are you the emotional type who happens to cry during or after sex? Yeah? Well, he's found his type then. He'll eat your pussy so skillfully, you'll become a blubbering mess until you shed some happy tears. His cock gets painfully hard, all because of you and those sweet tears you cry. You might have been embarrassed about crying before, but now being a crybaby is more of a plus with Lucifer.

Belphegor couldn't care less if you're crushing his face. Squeeze his head with your thighs all you want, he's still getting his meal and then making you ride him after.

He'll eat you out from behind, putting you in a 69 position just so you can suck his cock while he sucks on your clit. His fingers play with your wet slit, curling and pumping into it. He'll have you squirting on his face and cumming your brains out while you have your mouth full of his dick.

For the king of sloth, he doesn't slack when it comes to eating his favorite pussy.

Asmodeus’ affections are too much.

He's a literal sex god, and he comes off as intimidating due to his overwhelming nature. He has his moments of being sweet and tugging on your heart's strings, but even those can feel manipulative after you've had sex. Maybe it's the natural pheromones from his body, or maybe the contract that makes his lust consume you- you can never think rationally when you're with him.. You'll always end up with your legs spread over his shoulders, and his tongue exploring your sweet pussy while he praises you. <3

You're so beautiful, and that pussy is his no matter who gets a taste of it. it will always belong to him, and he reminds you of that before he shoves his cock into you.

Minhyeok- Is sloppy but very enthusiastic! He knows what he has to do, so he just has to put his knowledge into practice! He hums as he melts between your legs, his tongue shyly exploring you as you guide him on how to please you.

He strokes his hard cock while he eats you out, moaning against your pussy as he manages to bring you to an orgasm. He gets all shy and proud of himself. He gives your clit a kiss after he's done with your pretty pussy. <3

[daenysx]

I absolutely love your time stamp works, could I request one?

11:11 pm with remus lupin... a soft cozy night slowly turns passionate as they cuddle in bed together?

-🪻

11.11 PM | REMUS LUPIN

"dove-" remus murmurs in between kisses. "taking my breath away-"

he's the sweetest thing with pink lips and half closed eyes. he looks like he's drunk on love, can't even keep his hands to himself. the blanket slips from your shoulder, leaves you bare in your tank top.

"it's so hot in here, do you think i should take this off?" you ask him with slightly curled lips. remus can feel his stomach tighten.

"you know you're a little minx, don't you?" he kitten licks the skin under your ear. "do you need help with it?"

"i can do it myself." you say, moving your hands quickly to free yourself from the fabric.

remus has long fingers, he knows how to use them when he wants to drive you crazy. he'd usually be more insistent, but it feels like the mood in the air is different tonight. he's tired and you're no better, you'd be fast asleep in bed if you couldn't feel the desire pooling between your legs.

"kiss me." you whisper, his lips are soft like silk.

remus moves his wrist to rub your hipbone fondly. he kisses you the way you want, you close your eyes and let yourself be mindless as you lean to him. your brain already feels like a mush, it's all remus now, and his scent. his kisses and lingering touches. you sigh in contentment.

his hands are on your skin, they feel like they belong there. you place yourself on remus's thigh, squeeze your legs and press yourself subtly on him. "remus-"

"come here." he pulls you to his lap properly. "using my thigh is not gonna help you, sweetheart, i can take care of you better."

"it's too much." you whine softly when a wave of pleasure hits you. "i feel like it'll be over so soon."

"it won't." remus assures you. his voice is promising, possibly the hottest tone of him that you've ever heard. "i'll help you take your time."

it all feels like softened liquid, seconds stretch, remus plays with you. he's undeniably hard under you, his fingers rubbing your swollen nub with determined fingers. you tilt your head back. his lips suck tiny circles on your chest.

you pull his sweatpants to reach him. he obeys, free of every restriction. he looks beautiful, so pretty like this for you. you touch him, your breath catches on your throat.

"i don't want this to end." you whisper, leaning close to his face. he rubs his hand all over your back, makes you shiver. "do you want to stay in me for a bit?"

he smiles. he looks at you like you're the most precious being, something to be admired. lifting his hips suddenly, he pulls you down. you clench, it's a good fit. remus hugs you to his chest.

"i can stay in you forever, i guess." he jokes, kissing the soft flesh of your neck.

"oh my god, remus." you roll your eyes back, half in pleasure and half in disbelief.

"you don't even know how safe you make me feel." he confesses silently. "fuck- baby, you need to-"

"i know." you sound sorry for clenching involuntarily around him. "i just can't stay still when you're saying things like that."

remus fixes your hair to give you a kiss on the side of your head. it's nice to stay like this. a deeper connection forms between you, you think.

"i'm gonna keep my thoughts to myself then." he says. "until i fuck you properly at least. i can't have you finishing me so quick just because you get turned on by my words."

"so rude." you say, loving how good he is at teasing. just your type of man. "i'm gonna fall asleep and you'll never get what you want."

"i already got what i want, silly girl." he presses you to his chest. "this is perfect."

[musingsofheaven]

PAID IN FULL.

Coke User!Rafe Cameron x Broke Student!Reader

nsfw. oral (f). fake drug test. transactional dynamic. ♡

You weren't supposed to stay.

You were supposed to hand him the cup, take the cash, and leave. That's it. Something transactional. Quick and shameful. He gets what he came for, and you get your money. Clean piss for his drug test later- snuck into the facility in a warm plastic flask taped to his thigh. What fuck even is that? But that's his problem, not yours.

You weren't even supposed to agree, but you did. You said yes when he asked. Not because you liked him. God, no. You'll never do that if you don't get something. He caught you in the right place at the worst time, and you needed rent money more than dignity. Plus, you don't have enough allowance. You don't have a job. Just part-time. So basically you're fucked.

“You clean?” is the first thing he asks you. You don't even know why you entertained it, but you did.

You even blinked at first before raising your eyebrow at his ridiculous question and asking him back, “For what?”

He smiled, all lazy charm and swollen pupils. “Drug panel. I need a favor. I'll pay.”

You crossed your arms. “How much?”

You should've left. You didn't. You don't even know why. Many reasons circling in your mind. Maybe it was how he looked at you- low lashes, head tilted, lips already a little wet. Maybe it's because he seems too good. Maybe because it looks at you like you're not paid in full, maybe it was when he leaned back on the couch and said, “What, you're in a rush?”

That was 20 minutes ago. Now you're in his apartment, panties shoved into your pocket, thighs spread wide, and Rafe Cameron's mouth is buried in your cunt like it's the thing he actually paid for.

The cup's long gone. When you gave it to him, he tucked it away, warm and sealed, like it belonged to him now. Technically, it is his now. And when you held your hand out for cash, he gave it to you.

His tongue is working long, slow, obscene circles over your soaked slit, and you're trying not to moan because you know how smug he'll be if he hears it. You know it because every time you release a sound he'll chuckle again, you cunt.

He doesn't even look high. Not in the red eyes. Not the aggressive way. Not in the way you can smell it. Not in the usual way. His eyes are heavy, yes, but focused. Lashes low, mouth soaked, nose buried in your cunt like he needs the scent of you more than air.

One hand's pressing into your thigh like he owns it. The other's under your ass, flexing into the swell every time your hips twitch. He also squeezes them occasionally, like he needs to ground himself for something. Or maybe he just likes the feeling of your flesh on him.

He hasn't said anything since he got you out of your jeans. Just looked. Maybe some smug sounds. Like, he couldn't believe you'd actually let him. You didn't. Not really. You just didn't stop him. And that's enough.

Because he eats like he doesn't care if you finish, scream, or try to wriggle free. He's going to get it, whether you do or not. Lips sealed. Tongue dragging low and slow through your slit, every flick deliberate. He also occasionally sucks your clit to make it better. He groans when your thighs twitch, like he likes it when your body tells the truth before your mouth does.

“Jesus,” he says eventually, voice thick against you. “That the same pussy will make me look clean?”

You don't answer. You can't. Your breath is stuttering, knees locked, and eyes closed.

He chuckles before he licks your slit to make your eyes open. “What? Thought I wasn't gonna bring it up?” His tongue flicks again- cruel and hot, straight across your clit. You gasp.

“Paid for your piss,” he mutters. “Least you could do is let me eat you after.”

And he's eating you out like what he just said. You try to sit up. You really do. But his hands keep you pinned- grip tight, lips greedy. His mouth presses in again, even messier now, spit glistening, tongue sliding low and thick and hot. You shouldn't like it. You do.

Your fingers curl into the couch. You try to stay quiet. Lips tasting copper from the way you bite them. He notices. He always does.

“You're tryin' not to moan,” he says, voice muffled in your pussy. “That's so fuckin' cute.”

He flattens his tongue. Drags it slow. Noses into your clit and circles once, twice, again. You shudder.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, low and breathless. Then he pulls back.

Just enough to look at you. His mouth glistens. He licks his lips clean and watches the way you clench. His eyes are dark and glassy. His cheeks are flushed. “How're you not getting this every night?”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out.

He grins. “Don't worry, baby. I got you.”

And he's back on you. Worse. Hungrier. He licks with purpose now- hands dragging your thighs wider, angling your hips so his tongue can get deeper. His breath is hot. His tongue is relentless. It's like he's splitting you in half with his tongue. He groans like he's fucking high on the way you taste.

You weren't supposed to be here. He doesn't say it, but you feel it in the way he grabs your hips and pulls you forward- lifts your ass just enough to lock you in, nose tucked under the hood of your clit, tongue slipping in lower, lower, dragging slick from your entrance up to your clit and back again.

He's not teasing. He's not even taking his time anymore. He's devouring.

You try to shift. He growls.

��Stay,” he mutters into your pussy. The first word he said in minutes after going back on you. You could feel the weight of his words. It's not sweet. It's not even kind. It's a command. Possessive. Hot. “Right fuckin' there.”

You freeze. And then you feel it- his tongue, low and deep, licking into you now, no fingers, just breath and spit and the awful awful stretch of his mouth flattening, dragging, sucking until your stomach coils tight and your throat goes dry.

Your fingers clench in the pillow under your head. You try to stay quiet. You fail.

He pulls back slightly, thumb swiping through your slick, watching the way it glistens on his skin.

“You always taste like that?” he murmurs. “Or am I just lucky tonight?”

You almost said something. But then he spits. Right on your cunt. Doesn't even blink. That feels disgusting and hot. Sloppy. Wet. Twitchy. Then dives back in. Sloppier now. No rhythm. Just heat, pressure, and obsession.

He sucks your clit hard. Tongue flicking. His hands are rough now, gripping your thighs like he wants to bruise you into place. Your legs twitch. He pins them.

“Ohhh, she likes that,” he says, cocky. “She likes when I'm fuckin' mean about it.”

You whimper. Your back arches. Yeah, you like it when he's sucking your clit hard. When he's thrusting his tongue in you and alternating it from sucking, licking, and pushing. Your thighs try to close. He drags you forward and buries his face like he's trying to crawl inside.

He groans again- loud, animal, reckless- and you feel it down your spine. You feel the slick slide of spit and cunt slick dripping between your ass cheeks, pooling beneath you.

You reach for his hair. He lets you pull, but he doesn't stop. He let you because you know you're just guiding his head more close to your pussy. He just looks up once- eyes wild, mouth soaked- and grins.

“You let me eat it,” he says. “You're not gettin' that back.”

You gasp.

“Not till I'm done,” he adds. “Not till I get every drop.”

Then he licks you again. And again. And again.

And when you finally cum- when your moan cracks, hips snap forward, hands claw at the cushion- he groans deep in his chest and sucks harder like he's cumming too. Like he knew he'd get you there. Like this is exactly what he paid for.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓© 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hiiii can you do the crew and their kinks and some smut please!!

yuhyuhyuhyuh~ I can indeed!!

Curly

-listen. Deep down I think this man is a total freak. So he's got some strange ones. -Innocence/corruption kink. he is so turned on by taking a girl (or boy's) virginity. It makes him feel so... above everyone. He's a bit selfish sometimes. But also, because he really wants to take care of someone and give them a great first introduction to sex. He wants you to get so attached to him, that you'll never leave his side. He wants you all to himself. -Pussy worshipping. (I'm getting all of these from wikipedia btw.) More likely just worshiping in general, but definitely centered around your cunt. Like, he will spend hours licking at your clit and eating you out to get you readily prepared for him. Or, he won't even fuck you. Just solely focusing on your pleasure alone. (although.. will probably stroke himself while he goes down on you.) -Face fucking. Deep down, this man is a total sub for this. Like.. if you're a female, he'll let you ride his face 100 percent. If you're a dude, hey, why not. Use his mouth. He doesn't mind. (aslong as you don't make him deepthroat; he's not so good at that.) -Thigh riding/frottage. HUMP. THIS. MAN. he will gladly let you sit on his thigh while he works and let you go to town. He's so obsessed with feeling you lose yourself on him without needing his cock, fingers, or mouth, just purely using his body to get yourself off. Makes him feel like he's perfect for you. <3

Jimmy -okay.. so like... he's freaky. Outwardly freaky. -Bimbofication. Basically... he wants to fuck you stupid. Literally. He wants you dumb and ditzy, constantly thinking about him and his cock. God forbid you think about someone else; that mind of yours belongs to him and him only. -sadism/masochism. He likes to be hurt, and he likes to hurt. Bite him, scratch him, slap him, all that. He loves it. And he does the same thing to you; he is, in no means, vanilla. He will leave you marked up afterwards. He doesn't think sex is fun if it's not rough; he wants it to be exciting and hot, not lame and boring. -Orgasm denial/control. He loves controlling when and how you can get off. Will often ruin your orgasm just to watch you whine and squirm, begging to come. Believes you shouldn't be able to cum as an act of punishment. Mouthing off to him? You aren't allowed to get off today. -degradation. whoooo boy. He is saying the most vile, nasty shit to you during sex. Calling you a slut for taking it, telling you how pathetic you look sucking him off, all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, he's rough. It's rare to get praise or any sort of affection from him, unless you're doing something really good for him.

-Dacryphillia. likes seeing you cry. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. It kinda ties in with his sadism thing a bit.. He likes the fact that he's making you feel so good you're sobbing in pleasure.

Daisuke (Cis daisuke.. sorry yall :-(

he's a young man. He's kinky as hell. (As a fellow 18 year old I get it.) -Praise. For him, and for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings and little bits of praise in your ear when you're taking him just as much as he loves getting praised. Seriously. If you call him a good boy he's willing to do ANYTHING you want. And I mean anything. Will go dog mode. -Pegging. Oh he LOOOOOVES getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot girl with a nice strap. He's afraid its weird since most girls want a man who's on top, but he wants to be dominated. He wants to be taken care of, and be absolutely wrecked at the same time. So fucking him with your strap is the perfect way to make him feel good. -Oral (both receiving and giving.) His favorite form of sex is definitely oral. Going down on someone makes him feel like he's doing something right and making his partner feel good. He likes to believe he's not too shabby; He's got a good tongue on him, exercised by his endless yapping. He loves receiving it too. Huuuuge fan of deepthroat. He will be perfectly satisfied with you sucking him off and won't want anything else. He's also super noisy; moans, grunts, whines, babbling and all of that good stuff. Your mouth is just so perfect and feels so good, he can't help it. -Cock slapping. He's a little bit of a pain junkie. I think he has a lot of piercings, so he's used to a bit of pain. If you're jerking him off and you slap at his dick, he loves it. Whines like a puppy. He also doesn't mind being slapped on the face, ass, chest.. he just likes slapping a bit. Not too hard, though! He can only handle so much! -Creampie. If you're a girl, you need to keep some plan b's around and get on birth control, because he's cumming inside of you almost constantly. He blames it on the fact that he doesn't like the feeling of condoms, but really he just likes watching his cum leak out of you. Makes him feel like he did a good job. Plus, it makes him feel way closer to you, since there isn't any boundary on him. He can feel everything, and he's addicted to the sensation of his cum shooting into you.

Anya

-mommy kink. hear me out.. hear me out y'all... Anya as a Dommy Mommy. I think she'd be all for it. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with her pregnancy and wanting to be a mother, she just likes it. Like, if y'all are fucking and she hears, the word 'mommy' slip past your lips, she leans into it and refers to herself as your Mommy the rest of the night. And will keep doing it. It gives her a sense of control and power that she normally doesn't get. -Tribbing/scissoring. I think she's a hardcore lesbian girl kisser. Sorry but like.. diva is wearing sandals and a striped shirt, with a wolfcut.. she likes WOMEN. So yeah, she likes bumping clits. Especially in a position where she's on top. I feel like she's a service Dom, kinda like Curly is. She's gonna dominate you but she'll be nice about it. Like, missionary with your legs around her so she gets good access. She's not a rough or fast rubber, she likes it slow and sensual. She wants to feel all of the sensations. -Romantic/passionate. She is a sucker for sweet love making. She wants rose petals, kisses, sweet tender treatment. And she wants to give that to you as well. She wants to take it slow and steady with you, figure out what the both of you like and need from eachother.

Swansea -what the fuck is a kink. IM SORRY. I really wanted to write what he would be into but I just... don't see him being that kinky... I'm sorry Swansea lovers i've failed you.

[lxvvie]

Freely Using Ghost, A Tale of Two Brats edition:

Being bored and wanting to love up on someone, Simon specifically. Cornering him, using his chain as leverage to pull his face closer, your big bear of a man expecting some fuck and suck, only for you to kiss the side of his mouth, tell him what a good boy he is, boop his nose, and leave. Well, what the fuck?

Simon wanting to kiss you, wanting to feel your lips against his, wanting to shove his tongue down your throat but you keep laughing. Or pecking his lips when he really wants to deepen it. Fuck, you even blew into his mouth once and giggled like a madman when he glared. But he sees the mischievous glint in your eyes. Sees the challenge in them. Fuck it.

Sexually Frustrated Simon being a grumpy grape because he should've been balls and/or tongue deep in your cunt yesterday but you keep. fuckin'. teasing. him. Simon trying his best to keep his composure but the voice messages you keep sending of you fucking yourself, moaning his name, and fuckin' telling him all the things you'd do to him are taking its toll. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Surprising Ghost with a blowjob but it's really so you can put the really cute cockring you purchased while he was away right where it belongs. And Simon wants to spontaneously combust. 😘

Playing with Simon's dick absentmindedly while watching TV. Looking up and Simon's dark eyes boring into yours. Because you're playing with his dick. His very hard, leaking dick. You put your finger in your mouth, tasting some of his precum. Your eyes never leave Simon's and deep breaths, mate. He's trying to keep calm even though he wants to facefuck you. You wink and go back to watching TV, a job well done, and if Simon could fuckin' disappear into the couch, he would. Bloody fuckin' tease.

Not wanting to fuck but wanting to suck. And leave hickeys. And so you do, on just about every expanse of Simon's body, especially his thighs. You touched and kissed and sucked on EVERY BLOODY PLACE EXCEPT HIS COCK. FUCK!

Simon finally snaps and you're on the receiving end of a series of sexually frustrated texts from Simon because fuck you. fuck you so fuckin much you drive him crazy fuck he can't stop thinking about you and your cunt and stoping fucking teasing him and just fucking FUCK him fUCK. You only text back, "lmao ❤️ ". Oh, fuck you.

Simon getting you back. By being the big spoon this time. So you can feel him press against your ass. Deliberately. "Don't you want to switch and be the little spoon, Si?" "Make me." Well, shit. He got you there. Payback's a 6'4", grumpy asshole, ain't it?

Simon finally being balls deep inside you, fucking out what seems like an eternity's worth of frustration in his body. Simon fucking you, hands intertwined with yours, lips pressed against his own, and he makes you cum multiple times over. Simon fucking you dumb—FINALLY—until you make him ruin his orgasm. shit—"Can't let you get off that easy, Si-bear! ❤️" Bloody fuckin' hell. You'll be the death of him. But all's fair in war and cunt and cock, luv.

[missanthropicprinciple]

I am....fascinated...by this exchange in This Side of Paradise...

Kirk, armed with a large metal bar, watches Spock materialize in the transporter room. Jim lashes out to release Spock from mind-altering spores.

Kirk: "Alright, you mutinous, disloyal, computerized, half-breed, we'll see about you deserting my ship."

Kirk knows Spock is probably the most loyal officer on the ship, knows Spock has emotions he just doesn’t express them in the same way everyone else does, and using the term half-breed is something a bigoted jerk might think or say.

Spock: "The term half-breed is somewhat applicable, but computerized is inaccurate. A machine can be computerized, not a man."

Kirk: "What makes you think you're a man? You're an overgrown jackrabbit, an elf with a hyperactive thyroid."

Kirk is clearly resorting to childish jibes because he can’t think of anything to really criticize him for.

Spock, chuckling: "Jim, I don't understand."

Spock is laughing at this point because he knows this is not how Kirk normally acts, so he figures it's a joke or a game.

Kirk: "Of course you don't understand. You don't have the brains to understand. All you have is printed circuits."

Spock is arguably the smartest person Jim knows and is not simply like a computer.

Spock: "Captain, if you'll excuse me."

Kirk: "What can you expect from a simpering, devil-eared freak whose father was a computer and his mother an encyclopedia?"

Kirk is almost talking nonsense, saying whatever pops into his head. The choice of the word simpering is interesting because Spock ingratiates himself to Kirk somewhat but not in a coy way, and Jim knows he’s not a suck-up. Jim doesn’t act like Spock is a freak at all and defends him. He also doesn’t even say things about his ears much or in the same way Bones does.

Spock: "My mother was a teacher. My father an ambassador."

Spock is still calm as he would be generally when insulted but the hint of humor in his voice is fading.

Kirk: "Your father was a computer, like his son. An ambassador from a planet of traitors. A Vulcan never lived who had an ounce of integrity."

Jim is using the word integrity because Spock has great integrity both personally and because of his Vulcan upbringing. This is starting to touch a nerve.

Spock: "Captain, please don't."

Spock is now asking Jim on an emotional level not to hurt him. He is only offended where there is feeling and of course he has deep feelings for Kirk, even if you interpret it as friendship.

Kirk: "You're a traitor from a race of traitors. Disloyal to the core, rotten like the rest of your subhuman race, and you've got the gall to make love to that girl."

It's really interesting that Jim is using the term "make love". From what I remember he doesn't use that phrase to refer to romance or sexual activity, usually referencing sex more obliquely. I could psychoanalyze this that maybe Jim wants to be the one either making love to the woman, being made love to in general, or wants Spock to make love to him. And again, Spock is extremely loyal and not just to Jim. Also, Jim doesn’t consider Vulcans to be sub human, shows them respect, and knows who T’Pau is.

Spock: "That's enough."

Kirk: "Does she know what she's getting, Spock? A carcass full of memory banks who should be squatting in a mushroom, instead of passing himself off as a man? You belong in a circus, Spock, not a starship. Right next to the dog-faced boy."

"Passing himself off as a man" is a particularly painful remark, but again Kirk often defends him against bigotry, talks about how important Spock's human side is, and repeatedly makes testimonials about how much he values Spock. And of course Jim must know Spock is objectively handsome. "Does she know what she's getting?" is interesting too. It could imply that Jim is asking "Does she know what an incredible man she's getting? Will she value you like I do?" but then he turns it into an insult.

Spock bends the metal bar with one blow and bashes Kirk around the transporter room for a bit before Spock suddenly realizes the spores are gone, broken like a fever.

Kirk: "Had enough? I didn't realize what it took to get under that thick hide of yours. Anyhow, I don't know what you're so mad about. It isn't every first officer who gets to belt his Captain several times."

It seems like Jim is saying it took a lot of effort for him not just to figure out what would push Spock over the edge but what to even say to insult him in the first place.

Spock: "You did that to me deliberately."

Spock, to the best of my knowledge, never says someone does something to him. He is also saying that he understands it was a calculated attack and not one stemming from impulsive emotional anger, therefore revealing Jim's true feelings.

Kirk: "Believe me, Mister Spock, it was painful in more ways than one."

Obviously this is played as a joke because Kirk is a pretty battered, but I would like to think it's because Jim truly regrets saying those words. It's written as dual meaning for comic effect but I like to read emotions into it when I can.

Spock: "The spores. They're gone. I don't belong anymore."

This is so sad. Even though the spores are gone he still reveals an emotional response. Luckily Spock does belong on the Enterprise.

Kirk: "You said they were benevolent and peaceful. Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them. I had to make you angry enough to shake off their influence. That's the answer, Mister Spock."

Spock: "That may be correct, Captain, but trying to initiate a brawl with over five hundred crewmen and colonists is hardly logical."

Kirk: "I had something else in mind. Can you put together a subsonic transmitter? Something we can hook into the communications station and broadcast over the communicator?"

Jim is not directly addressing the fact that he did this to save Spock. He didn't want to lose him. Yes, he needed Spock to help him save everyone else but Spock is important to Jim personally and belongs with him on the Enterprise.

Spock: "It can be done."

Kirk: "Good. Let's get to work."

Spock: "Captain. Striking a fellow officer is a court martial offense."

Kirk: "Well, if we're both in the Brig, who's going to build the subsonic transmitter?"

Spock: "That is quite logical, Captain."

Jim is going back to his usual way of communicating with Spock: kind, almost jovial, focusing on logic, and giving Spock a purpose because he really needs him as a colleague. He's happy to have Spock back to normal. While Spock regrets losing the spores and his sense of perceived belonging, Jim values Spock in the way he's always known him: Vulcan and human, taciturn and logical.

[goodnightmemes]

DEXTER SEASON FOUR SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ There's this cliche where serial killers are always described as, "quiet, kept to himself, kind of a loner." It's a cliche for a reason.❜

❛ How much are we living the dream? ❜

❛ I need a good kill. ❜

❛ The coroner can suck my uncircumcised dick If he doesn't rule this a homicide. ❜

❛ You know, when things are going good, I think that's god's way of saying to cover your ass, because something's gonna jump up and bite it, hard. ❜

❛ Who knew life could get so... unsimple? ❜

❛ Fuck off and die. Then die again. ❜

❛ Blood tells. Blood always tells. ❜

❛ Not really anybody else I can tell about that, you know? ❜

❛ I've already lost my innocence. I'm not going to sacrifice yours too. ❜

❛ Life has a natural forward momentum. Certain things are inevitable. ❜

❛ My keen forensic sense of smell tells me you're wearing new perfume. ❜

❛ If you smell me again, I'll punch you in the throat. ❜

❛ You've got a family to support and people to dismember. You're spinning too many plates. ❜

❛ Dude, there's no "me" in "team.". Well, technically there is, but… ❜

❛ We could grab dinner, review the case, maybe catch a bad guy. ❜

❛ I was off my game. Sloppy. ❜

❛ For the first time in so long, I'm actually...happy. ❜

❛ So if you've come back here to rekindle something between us, it's not gonna happen. ❜

❛ Dude, seriously, 86 the caffeine. You're freaking me out. ❜

❛ The danger of community is that the people who don't belong are looked upon with suspicion. Those of us who prefer to work by ourselves, The lone wolves, risk being singled out. ❜

❛ This blending in thing isn't as easy as it looks. ❜

❛ How come you never make the coffee, even if you're up first? ❜

❛ Climb in the back. You'll be right on the subwoofer. You can feel the bass in your spine. ❜

❛ Great, security lights. Just what every serial killer needs. ❜

❛ I hope you're not taking any of this seriously. ❜

❛ I'd know that foul mouth anywhere. ❜

❛ Wow. That's impressive. In a very evil way. ❜

❛ People like us don't really belong anywhere. We just pass through. ❜

❛ When you're angry, you're very sexy, so this could be sort of a win-win for me. ❜

❛ You're exactly the same as me, just in a much prettier package. ❜

❛ Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it's the very people who are supposed to be protecting us:. ❜

❛ Don't make me come up with thought bubbles to put over those silent looks of yours. Just say what you're thinking. ❜

❛ I thought I could keep my feelings for you as background noise to this investigation. But, in working with you, that noise has gotten...loud. ❜

❛ You're the one who wanted a challenge. And now you've batted the beehive. ❜

❛ I never leave anything to chance. ❜

❛ What, are you gonna murder me too? Like you murdered your family? ❜

❛ You're sick. I know what you did. I have proof. ❜

❛ Go ahead. Tell them. No one is going to believe you over me. ❜

❛ You can't hide what you are. ❜

❛ You're going to have to choose. You will choose your life over theirs. ❜

❛ I'd rather risk them knowing the truth...than lose them. ❜

❛ Don't go disappearing on me again. ❜

❛ Every crime scene is a jigsaw puzzle. So many pieces. Assemble them right, a picture forms. ❜

❛ I didn't feel anything. I didn't even know I'd been hit until I was on the ground. ❜

❛ You deserve so much better. ❜

❛ So much work. But I have to finish what I started, right? ❜

❛ You fucked me to thank me? ❜

❛ So when do you suppose it'll be a good time to discuss why you lied to me? ❜

❛ This isn't about choices or even about you. Sometimes bad things just happen. ❜

❛ That's the answer to this? Bad things happen? ❜

❛ I know this doesn't change what happened, but hopefully you'll find some peace of mind knowing this thing's over. ❜

❛ What the fuck's your problem? You have everything, and you're doing your goddamn best to throw it all away. ❜

❛ I'm the fuck-up in the family. Not you. ❜

❛ It doesn't matter what I do. Or what I choose. I'm what's wrong. ❜

❛ If I'm not hurting myself, I'm hurting everyone around me. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm... I'm broken. ❜

❛ The most disturbing thing about your lying is that... I'm beginning to see just how good you really are at it. ❜

❛ I'm perfectly comfortable with bodily fluids: blood, snot, tears. But the emotions that go along with them, not so much. ❜

❛ I don't want to keep making the same mistakes. ❜

❛ I need a partner. Someone I can trust. Unless you can be completely honest with me...I don't want to do this anymore. ❜

❛ She's picturing her life without me, and I can't picture mine without her. ❜

❛ He can only be honest with the dead. ❜

❛ People just do this? Say what they're thinking? Out loud? ❜

❛ How are we supposed to decide what's more important? Our jobs or each other? ❜

❛ I had to evolve. It was the only way to survive. ❜

❛ As much as we might like some things to remain suspended in time, they never do. ❜

❛ The last thing I need is a reporter snooping around my house, my family, me. ❜

❛ Take a bullet and suddenly you're everybody's best friend. ❜

❛ Fat Jesus on a bike, get me out of here. ❜

❛ Sorry I'm late. Actually, that's bullshit. I'm not late. I was hiding at the end of the hall. ❜

❛ You taught me a lot of things I learned were wrong. ❜

❛ Isn't that what life is? A risk? ❜

❛ Okay, two serial killers go for a ride...Why do I get the feeling this joke ends with only one of them coming back? ❜

❛ It's every father's nightmare...disappointing his children. ❜

❛ Life is hard, and it's brutal and ugly, and way too fucking short. ❜

❛ The slightest lapse of judgment can be a mistake you might never recover from. ❜

❛ I killed an innocent man. ❜

❛ No, no "should'ves." I don't do "should'ves." That's not me. ❜

❛ I really do need to stab something. ❜

❛ Maybe you could show some of that same bravery by sharing what's bothering you. ❜

❛ There are few things harder to bear than remorse. ❜

❛ Guilt. Remorse. It's what separates us from the animals. ❜

❛ The best deed I can do is rid the world of you. ❜

❛ How about a little support? You know, like a hug?  Or an "everything's gonna be all right"? ❜

❛ We all need to confess our mistakes, so we can go into the light unburdened. ❜

❛ Jesus, they're just tits. ❜

❛ No more confessions, no more good deeds, and no more fucking remorse. ❜

❛ This isn't how you die. ❜

❛ Maybe only monsters feel no regret. If erring is human, then remorse must be too. ❜

❛ You should have just let him die. ❜

❛ Wow. You can make anything sound perverted. ❜

❛ I don't have to be on my own. I could be with you. ❜

❛ If you're nice to me, I can be nice to you. ❜

❛ You never know when you wake up in the morning what the day will bring. ❜

❛ Your life is a lie! These are lies! ❜

❛ I know who you really are. You're a killer. Sucking the fucking life out of all of us! ❜

❛ I should have fucking killed you when I had the chance. ❜

❛ There is a great big shit-ugly world out there. The bad stuff doesn't just end at your doorstep. ❜

❛ You can help put an end to all of it. The sins of your father. ❜

❛ You always did have a soft spot for kids.  They remind you of what you lost. Innocence. ❜

❛ I think I'm in trouble. ❜

❛ You put yourself at risk...for me. ❜

❛ I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, I promise you. ❜

❛ Walk away. This doesn't concern you. ❜

❛ I promise you, no one's ever gonna hurt you again. Especially me. ❜

❛ Who are any of us, really? We all have our public life, our private life… ❜

❛ We can play who's a bigger asshole, but I guarantee you, I'll win. ❜

❛ I don't want to talk about your daddy issues, okay? ❜

❛ One day, I grew up, and I realized my father wasn't the end-all, and it didn't matter what he thought of me, because I realized I didn't think that much of him anymore either. ❜

❛ You think just because you shared, I'm gonna open up? You watch too much tv. ❜

❛ What this tells me is you've been lying to me from the very beginning. ❜

❛ I can only marvel at the level of cynicism. ❜

❛ You're putting us both at risk. It isn't safe for us to talk. ❜

❛ I would never do anything to put you in danger. ❜

❛ You did this to yourself. You're on your own. ❜

❛ Could really use some family right about now, and you're it. ❜

❛ I knew finding his killer wouldn't bring him back, but...I thought it would bring something. ❜

❛ I want you to disappear from my life. Like a ghost. A really annoying ghost. ❜

❛ I couldn't care less about your life. Or death. Unless you get in my way. ❜

❛ If I were you, I'd give up vigilante-ism. You're not very good at it. ❜

❛ You do not want to question my loyalty to my family.  ❜

❛ I have to be the one to kill him. I have to know he's gone. ❜

❛ How is it I can kill people and feel no regret...but disappointing [name] makes me feel like the scum of the earth? ❜

❛ Sometimes I'm... just going along, and everything seems okay, and then this...darkness creeps in, and it takes over. ❜

❛ Don't ever question me! I gave you everything you have. I will take it all away! ❜

❛ You have your demons. I accept that. Because I know that you don't have to be a slave to them. ❜

❛ I know you, better than you know yourself. You can conquer whatever darkness there is in you. I know you can. ❜

❛ We create our own destiny every day we live. ❜

❛ If you hadn't been in my life, I wouldn't be who I am. You've given me confidence and support. And you've been the one constantly good thing in my life. ❜

❛ I can't believe there was a time when I actually thought I could learn something from you. ❜

❛ You can't control the demon inside of you any more than I can control mine. ❜

❛ You're like a child. You dream of a heaven you'll never see. ❜

❛ I accept...nothing. Nothing is inevitable. ❜

❛ It's already over. ❜

❛ Life doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be...lived. ❜

❛ Born in blood. Both of us. ❜

❛ I thought I could change what I am, keep my family safe. But it doesn't matter what I do, what I choose. I'm what's wrong. This is fate. ❜

[huivsharik]

𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦

A hot hand wraps possessively around his neck. Long fingers, like the roots of a tree, you expect them to close around your neck so that you won't be able to take another breath, ever.

Hockstetter evoked contradictory feelings, but passion and desire prevailed.

Overexcitation has accumulated saliva in your mouth, and all you can make at the moment is just a barely audible grunt. You look into Patrick's deep, distraught eyes, which enthusiastically watched as oxygen stopped flowing into your body.

Your hands cling to his fingers, trying to loosen his grip, because you've already started to panic.

Patrick is capable of murder, and no matter how much what you're doing now excites you both, the fear of death won't take away from you.

Patrick loosens his grip, and immediately covers yours with his lips, preventing air from entering your lungs. He bites through his lip, immediately licking the blood off with his tongue, and the way you twitched and the taste of your blood only turned him on more.

After a few attempts, you still manage to push Hockstetter away from you, when ripples have already appeared in your eyes and you feel like you're about to lose consciousness.

Leaning against the wet concrete wall with your hand, you take in greedy breaths. His hands are shaking, his mind is blurred, and Patrick is still standing next to him, doing nothing, but not thinking of retreating.

"You knew what you were doing. If only you'd kept quiet.. — A calm, velvety voice, barely audible echoes through the sewer pipe, reaching the brain only in fragments, in the form of an incoherent babble.

The roof has been going off ever since his image began to figure too often in your life.

You noticed a strange silhouette in the window of your room while you were doing your homework, but when you turned around, it disappeared. You woke up to a flash of light and the sound of a canister with a lighter. At night, you heard plaintive meowing under your windows. You heard someone throwing pebbles at your window. And over time, putting all the associations together, you saw only one person— Patrick Hockstetter. A sick bastard from high school who bullied everyone he could, and sometimes he even overstepped his bounds. A lot was hidden from everyone's eyes and ears, and only you happened to find out about it by accident.

After that, you completely lost your mind, no longer knowing what was right and what was wrong. Patrick, like a parasite, a leech, sucked out all his sanity, leaving behind only a nasty stain.

All that's left for you is to finally belong to him, in every sense. Otherwise, you will die.

You'll die if you try to fight him.

— I was silent, and I will be silent, you know. — you whisper in a strangled voice, coming to your senses after a few minutes.

The clang of a folding knife makes you sober up and immediately turn your head to the guy, but he has already managed to do what he intended by slashing your hand. The knife only damaged the upper part of the skin, but it still hurt, and after a few seconds, red blood began to flow from the wound, dripping onto the wet concrete and your sneakers.

"Patrick, what are you doing?"

"I want you to understand that I will never be the person you want me to be. Your pleas to love you evoke absolutely nothing in me. You know, I've tried, but something that wasn't there in the first place won't wake up in me.

He is approaching again, leaving no chance of escape. Patrick thought you were afraid, but not now, when the boundaries of adequacy and reality are almost completely blurred.

— Let it be so. I won't change my mind, and I certainly won't tell anyone. And even if you don't give me anything in return, I don't care.

Brown eyes stare at you for several long seconds, thinking over everything you said. Hockstetter slowly folds the knife, putting it in his front pocket. He takes your hand and looks down at it now, running his thumb over the cut, smearing the blood. You hiss in pain, barely twitching, and Patrick hugs you tighter, kissing your earlobe. His breath burns, Hockstetter in general drove you crazy with his madness, and you allowed this madness to enter you, to settle inside.

Patrick is not capable of anything gentle, but that's how he covers your face and neck with kisses.

"Someday I'll kill you, too." Just like everyone else. — Hockstetter breaks into his smile, stopping at the level of your face. He watches for reactions, and for the first time genuinely enjoys being obeyed, being exalted. Patrick used to think that fear was the best thing his victims could give him, but it wasn't.

"Why not now?" — you look at him in disbelief, feeling your body temperature rise significantly from his touch. You just press yourself harder against the cold, concrete wall, and besides your conversation with Patrick, the sound of water dripping from the ceiling echoed through the pipe.

Hockstetter doesn't say anything, kissing you on the lips, biting you roughly. His thin fingers are on your neck again, strangling you. You greedily respond to the kiss, because this is what you've been wanting all the time when you met his silhouette in the school corridors, heard his laughter during class, noticed him under the windows of your house. He has become an integral part of your life and consciousness.

Patrick Hockstetter is a high school student with obvious mental problems that are not so difficult to identify, and you allowed him to get closer to you.

You understand what you want from each other.

Loving him has made you a completely different person from what you were before.

Only you and him are real.

[archivesofthevoid]

Would you mind if I request kissing headcanons for Rolan, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin with gender neutral s/o?

It's currently 4 am as I'm writing this and pulling this all out of a magic hat (aka my brain) so HERE WE GO!!

Rolan: personally I do not know that much about him yet!!! Though I'm going to try based off the vibes of what I've seen from him. So I apologize here if it's ooc!! But I think his kisses would be very.. sophisticated? Like okay- they're so loving and soft. Light, too. Sometimes it feels like he's trying to keep them professional and away from prying eyes. HOWEVER there's some times when he's a bit more vulnerable and he holds you for a moment longer than he should. You both don't often get a chance alone together but when you do, he's grabbing you by your cheeks in the most gentle way he can muster and kissing you like it's his life support. Which sometimes, it kind of is.

Astarion: oh boy. See this guy? His kisses can vary. At first they were rough and seemed to be fueled purely with carnal desire. However as time goes on and the two of you become more entrapped with one another, you notice he's become softer. More delicate. He likes the kiss to last and for it to linger on your lips after it's over. Other days when he's feeling down and vulnerable because of everything going on (specifically with Cazador) - those moments where his head gets to him and he's scared he's going to lose you or get taken back?? He kisses you so desperately. He'll cling to you and press into your lips. It's full of despair, desire, and need. Belonging. He needs that reassurance that you're here and that you're real. That you'll stay. Please don't ever go, he needs you so bad even if he sucks at showing it.

Gale: at first his kisses were unsure. With the whole loyalty to Mystra thing he's got conditioned into his brain - he felt like he was betraying her. Though as time went on he realized he actually loved you. Whatever he felt with Mystra he realized wasn't genuine. Well at least not on Mystra's end. But with you, it's different. He knows you love him and care for him. You don't see him as some prize to flaunt off to others for power. So after awhile, his kisses become sickeningly sweet. Sometimes they're rushed if you guys are quick to set out on the road again. Other times he will let them linger. Or sometimes he'll give you multiple kisses in one go which leaves the both of you giggling at the end. He's such a hopeless romantic that once he actually has you the way you want him, he's completely whipped for you. He's the type of man who loves with his whole being like it's breathing.

Wyll: he's actually such a big sweetie that it definitely shows in his kisses :(( /pos!! They're never long and don't often linger. Very light and sweet like warm sugar. Sometimes he doesn't even kiss you on the lips. His go to places most of the time is on your wrist, your knuckles, your forehead or your cheek. He really loves to grab your hand and press a kiss into it while smiling at you. His eyes hold so much warmth in them that you could feel like you're drowning if you're not careful. He's so caring and gentle. He's the type to cover you head to toe in tiny little kisses if you'd let him. Sure, kisses on the lips are nice but he wants to cherish every part of you he can.

Halsin: another man who worships you and the ground you walk on. Most of his kisses are on your forehead, cheek, or shoulders. He tends to your wounds first out of everyone in the party and spends the most time on you. Even if you're all healed up, he's still there - telling you how strong you are for standing your ground with such a violent battle. He leaves kisses in his wake wherever he can. His kiss to your lips though? They're so brutal. It's like his carnal beastly urges come out to play when he kisses your lips. Sometimes, much like Astarion, he uses his teeth. He'll nip at your lip and plead for you to just let him devour your mouth with his own. He doesn't often give these types of kisses because quite frankly he holds himself back. If you ask though he'd be more than willing to kiss you like that more often.

[crimsonmochi]

✧･ﾟ 　Prompt List　･ﾟ✧

Open to suggestions!

Smut list - 01 - "I'm gonna put that mouth of yours to good use." - 02 - "Keep your hands away or I'll fucking tie them behind your back." - 03 - "So good for me... look how much you came." - 04 - "Please, cum inside me, I wanna be filled." - 04 ½ - "Let me come in you, please. I wanna fill you up." - 05 - "You wanted this. You can take it." - 06 - "Keep your eyes on me." - 07 - "Swallow." - 08 - "Open your mouth for me." - 09 - "Look at the mess you're making." - 10 - "Suck on it. Come on." - 11 - "Such a good little pup, aren't you?" - 12 - "You'll get to cum when I decide it." - 13 - "Let me mark you. Show everyone who you belong to." - 14 - "I-It's too much-" "You're doing so good for me." - 15 - "Look at yourself, all fucked out. Pathetic." - 16 - "Look at what you do to me." - 17 - "I'll take you just like I deserve." - 17 ½ - "Please take me. Take all of me." - 18 - "No one could make you feel as good as I do." - 19 - "You talk too much. We need to put that mouth to use for something better." - 20 - "Beg for it." - 21 - "What, your [partner]? No, they don't need to know about this. You can keep a secret, can't you?" - 22 - "I bet I don't even have to touch you to have you cum." - 23 - "Is that gonna fit?" "I'll make it fit." - 24 - "Use your words, sweetheart." - 25 - "Doesn't that feel so good, baby?" - 26 - "I'll make you forget all about him/her/them." - 27 - "This cock ain't going to suck itself." - 28 - "This is why I get off to you every night by myself." - 29 - "Looks like someone missed me." - 30 - "Hurry your ass up and sit on my fucking face." - 31 - 'Keep your eyes on me." - 32 - "Is this what you wanted, angel?" - 33 - "What's the matter? Can't form a sentence?" - 34 - "Use your words." - 35 - "Don't stop even if I beg you to." - 36 - "You have no idea how much I think of this." - 37 - "You've never looked prettier than with my cum on your face." - 38 - "Look at you... you think you're in control." - 39 - "So desperate for me. Sad." - 40 - "Get on your knees before I force you down myself."

Fluff list - 01 - "I'm not leaving you. Ever." - 02 - "We're not just dating, we're married." - 03 - "Just breathe with me, okay?" "Okay." - 04 - "Can I kiss you?" - 05 - "Five more minutes please, I don't wanna leave you." - 06 - "I realized why I couldn't stand you; I can't stop loving you and it's making me crazy." - 07 - "Get some rest, you work too hard." - 08 - "You deserve the world." - 09 - "Your hair is soft." - 10 - "You're safe here with me." - 11 - "It's you. It's always going to be you." - 12 - "You're not like them. You're better, you always have been and you always will be." - 13 - "Marry me." - 14 - "How about we face it together?" - 15 - "Whatever happens; I'll be here." - 16 - "Why?" "Because I love you." - 17 - "I just don't want you getting hurt." - 18 - "I have something to do!" "Blow them off and stay here with me all day." - 19 - "Oh, so you're jealous?" "I'm not jealous!" - 20 - "Oh, so you're jealous?" "Yeah, obviously." - 21 - "Dance with me?" - 22 - "You're my home." - 23 - "When I'm with you, everything else goes away." - 24 - "You made me not afraid of love." - 25 - "Thank you." "For what?" "Just thank you." - 26 - "I just need to know that you're safe." - 27 - "I can't stay away from you, I tried but I can't." - 28 - "Wanna get drunk together?" - 29 - "Is this a date?" - 30 - "Are those my clothes?" - 31 - "You're the reason I keep going." - 32 - "They don't deserve you." - 33 - "You're worth the wait." - 34 - "It's us against the world." - 35 - "Eyes up here, idiot." - 36 - "I'm yours. I'll always be yours." - 37 - "Time will take care of it." - 38 - "Are you hurt?!" - 39 - "We'll fix things. We always do." - 40 - "One more kiss."

Angst list - 01 - "I'm sorry. I'll never be good enough for you." - 02 - "You deserve to be taken care of in a way I could never." - 03 - "What changed?" "I don't feel the same way I did anymore." - 04 - "I don't feel the same way for you as you do for me." - 05 - "I cheated on you." - 06 - "I think this ― us ― was a mistake." - 07 - "It's just a one-time thing." - 08 - "Please don't go." - 09 - "I'm too scared to die, not yet, please." - 10 - "I love you, and that's why I'm letting you go." - 11 - "Oh my god.. You love somebody else." - 12 - "It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I love you." - 13 - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't." - 14 - "Leave." - 15 - "I can't forgive you." - 16 - "Don't make me choose." - 16 ½ - "I'll pick them every time. And I can't have you hate me for it." - 17 - "I don't have a choice." - 18 - "Why does this sound like goodbye?" "Because it is." - 19 - "You said forever." - 20 - "How long have you been lying to me?" - 21 - "Did you ever love me?" - 22 - "Do you feel loved by me?" - 23 - "Why do you keep me a secret? Why are we hiding?" - 23 ½ - "Are you embarrassed of me?" - 24 - "One last time. Please." - 25 - "Are you afraid of me?" - 26 - "You know we can't keep doing this." "Doing what?" "Running away from the issue." - 27 - "Was I not enough for you?" - 28 - "You don't remember me?" - 29 - "You don't get to call me that anymore." - 30 - "It wasn't supposed to end like this." - 31 - "Is that all I mean to you?" - 32 - "So what you're saying is, I'm not worth it?" - 33 - "Will it ever stop hurting?" "No. You just gotta make room for it." - 34 - "It's better this way." - 35 - "I get it. You can leave. It's what they all do anyway." - 36 - "You're just like the others." - 37 - "You don't mean that." "I do." - 38 - "But why would you do it to me?" - 39 - "So this is the end?" - 40 - "After everything, this is all you can come up with?"

[rinsuniverse]

[10:06]

imagining woozi annoying you!

no matter how understanding or straightforward he is, if you're really dating him, he's gonna annoy the shit out of you sometimes

when you're crying laughing at something he said, he'd be pointing at you, mocking your laughing sobs and then laughing himself

on your period, he'd make fun of your suffering over the phone since hes so busy (he finds other's inconveniences HILARIOUS), but still would take care of you by keeping ibuprofens and advils in stock at his studio and your home or texting you periodically to take another dose or check on you

side-note: he'd def keep a box of feminine belongings, painkillers, your extra clothes, and stuff hidden in his studio for when you visit, but def gatekeep that information from you annoyingly (type to be like "oh, you need a pad? that really sucks. i guess i can look around in case you left one at some point" "jihoon i dont just leave shit around like that" "wow, would you look at that, here's a couple i just found.")

imagine you're at an award show of his and your formal shoes are literally KILLING you

the show's already ended and you're backstage with seventeen, awkwardly shifting your weight on each foot to relieve the pain

woozi's taking his sweet time, not in a rush to go home or anything

after talking with vernon and soonyoung for a bit, he turns to you and notices you shifting your weight

he's holding back a laugh as he says "are you good there?"

"yeah, my feet just hurt"

he's laughing at you right now bffr

"jihoon, don't laugh at my pain!!!" you say, laughing with him

"should i take my shoes off??"

"i mean, yeah sure," he says, but he's not done annoying you. "everyone's gonna see your toes."

"jihoon, what the hell?!"

he's still laughing so hard

when you do take off your shoes, he takes a picture

and you insist you'll just wear the shoes and suffer because of that

but he does settle down and tell everyone he's heading home early

he'll let you walk barefoot

if you continue to be upset about your bare feet, he'll take off his socks and give them to you, wearing his shoes without socks even tho he doesnt like to do that

holding onto your shoes for you and guiding you to where you need to be so you dont step on anything

one last scenario of jihoon being adorably annoying to you

you're at his studio, insisting you'll stay up late so you can go home together

but it'd like 3am and your eyes are feeling heavy

"you better not be falling asleep, y/n"

"what? me? never."

"if you do, i'm not waking you up. you're sleeping here."

"come onnn, you wouldn't leave me"

"you never know"

after a minute, he hears soft snores coming from the couch, and he's laughing to himself, finding it very funny

he takes multiple pics of you

he def has a private album in his phone of embarrassing/funny pictures of you

but besides that, he does end up putting a blanket over you before quickly finishing up his work

he does wake you up and supports you physically as you sleepily head home with him

he loves you so much, but with that love comes his seemingly endless teasing! 🤍

(p.s. requests are now open! ς(>‿<.))

[suneslvr]

Okay, thank you!! 🤗 So, may I please request headcanons of a fem!reader who is dating Dazai, Chuuya and Ranpo (polyamory)? 🥺

(yan)!poly hcss w/ dazai, chuuya, & ranpo

warningss; yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping, obsidians; poly hcs with (ranpo, chuuya, and dazai x f!reader). notes; not proofread ;<. this is the yandere version but I will make the non!yandere version laterr

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I honestly feel this is one of the funniest matchups ever, but it would suck for you.

All three of them are extremely smart and that would make it extremely hard to escape.

I don't think they will live together but you'll either take turns between the three of them or you'll live in your own private apartment, and they come and visit you.

If it's the second one, then it would probably be strongly protected and even though you'll be by yourself they'll make sure you can't leave.

Obviously, you're going to get teased a lot, mostly by dazai and ranpo but sometimes by chuuya as well.

dazai is the type to defend you against ranpo and chuuya even though he does it more, ranpo doesn't really care but chuuya sometimes gets mad and that starts arguments between the two.

You probably like ranpo a little more only because during chuuyas and dazais argument, you can find some comfort in him.

Though he is still very mean. Ranpo loves to test you and play games with you. even if you already succumbed to stockholm syndrome, he will still test your love for them.

these tests would consist of various questions or sometimes even games.

for example, he would either hire someone to call you and pretend to be someone who can help you, just for ranpo to be listening in on the call.

Dazai is the least delusional out of the trio, with ranpo coming second and chuuya coming last.

even though dazai isnt as delusional, he wholeheartedly believes that you belong to him, and you should love him as much as he does.

ranpo is only delusional when you psychically deny him, as it would hurt him too much to know that you hate him so much that you wouldn't even let him push your hair back.

Chuuya on the other hand will be delusional until you say you hate him and try to murder him; he will always trick himself until believing that you don't hate him.

If you ever try to escape on the other hand, even though he doesn't want too, chuuya has the most violent punishments out of the three.

he hates hurting you, but he also is a firm believer that if your hurt enough once, he doesn't have to do it again.

dazai is the type to threaten you the first time and make it seem likes hes joking than when you actually try to escape the threat won't seem so empty. He'll tell you that if you ever tried to escape, he'll break your legs and never let you leave the house, but during this he'll be giggling. when you do try to escape, when he finds you, you'll wake with two broken legs, and he'll be laughing about how you won't be able to try to leave now.

Ranpo is the type of guy who shows you murder cases including all of the gory details, he loves your scared expressions and how you shake for days after. If you still try to escape, he'll be more hurt than anything and would let dazai and chuuya punish you while he calms down,

in general, this is like the worst-case scenario, the only thing worse would be a fyodor, mori, and nikolai poly relationship...

requests are encouraged <3

[creative-kny-fics]

Hiiiiii! I don't know if you are taking requests right now but if you are I would like to request lee!kokushibo with your choice of ler. In my not so humble opinion there can never be enough of this. Thank you!!!!

The only one brave/intelligent/idiot enough to do it is Douma (he is not afraid of dying or punishment).

Take it as a friendship or a relationship (although I suck at writing scenarios like that-).

Ler: Douma (UpperMoon 2)

Lee: Kokushibo (UpperMoon 1)

A change is noticeable, right? At least that's how it was for Akaza, why?

Well, he was used to EVERY day he was in the Infinite Fortress, Douma was willing to "bother" him but now it was strange... It would have been almost a week, maybe even a week and a half since the last time Douma decided to bother him, it was strange, and although he wanted to have left it that way, curiosity invaded him.

'We haven't seen him either, you could ask Daki or Gyutaro, they probably...-' 'They don't know, I talked to them and they just shrugged, so, it doesn't help me much,' he sighed as he finished.

He opened his eyes and looked at both of them, his gaze was fixed but confused, great, now he had to give them explanations. 'And why so much interest in knowing about Douma? I thought you hated him...'

'And I do, but I find only one thing strange, so shut up and start selling your shit, that's the only thing you're good for. Goodbye'

Akaza simply walked away as he heard Hantengu trying to hold Gyokko back, but it wasn't that necessary, he left as quickly as he could.

This is where random things appear and that was a notebook, it may be normal in another scenario, but not in this one.

'It must be one of Muzan-Sama's research books. I better give it back', was a good idea until the separator fell off.

Akaza cursed in his thoughts, trying to "solve" the "trouble" he would get into if he lost the page. And it wasn't difficult, they were just blank pages, whoever was the owner would only be using half of the notebook.

'Well, that helps me... I think... Wait, this doesn't seem like information on some medicinal flower or plant...'

'Where can it be?! I know I had it with me... It can't go away, and I doubt the employees took it. They wouldn't be able to, so where is it?!', someone finally realized that they lost something. 'Is this the shit you're looking for...?'

'Oooooh it's Akaza-Dono's voice, I'm sorry I can't receive you properly, but I'm on a quest and...-! AGH!!'

Akaza did not plan to continue with this stupid game and grabbed him forcefully by the neck, demanding explanations.

Douma looked at the book and took it lovingly, apparently unaware that Akaza was trying to kill him by hanging him.

'Thank you for bringing it! You don't know how important it is to me, tell me, how can I thank you for your generosity~?'

'How about explaining to me that shit you have written there and why the hell I have the highest percentage...'

'Did you read it? Do you know it's rude to read things that belong to you? But I can forget it because you knew it was mine~'

Douma took the time to explain to Akaza what he had written, it was his "diary", although any book he had would be considered one, no one could read it.

What was written in that book was a kind of record of the UpperMons, but one that indicated how sensitive they were, I guess you already understood what he mean and why Akaza was so upset.

'There may still be some errors, but it is in progress, do you think I got your file right?' Douma smiled "innocently."

But how could Akaza respond? Douma had literally locked him up with his BDA, he didn't want to take the risk of Akaza confusing him and having to repeat history.

He didn't care that he hit him, it was his form of "friendship."

'And why the hell do I have that percentage? If I...-'

'Please Akaza-Dono, are you going to tell me that you don't laugh immediately when someone tickles your stripes~? How about we try it?'

'Touch me and you'll see how I destroy your face with a single blow. Besides, I'll burn your stupid book and tell the others about...', he couldn't continue, Douma silenced him by putting a finger over his mouth.

He only had Daki, Gyutaro and Akaza written, when he asked why the others were not there, his answers were.

"Honestly, with Gyokko I don't even know where I could touch him, his body is like gelatin and it gives me chills a little. I tried to get close to Nakime-Chan, but as soon as she saw me, she strummed her biwa and I was sent back to my cult. And with Hantengu, I just touched him and he started screaming asking me not to hurt him, so I left him..."

Douma shrugged looking at his "friend" and in front of him, he didn't speak and it seemed like he didn't would do. He hated seeing his friend like this, after thinking for a while, he found the solution

'Listen this, I proposed you the following. If you help me with Kokushibo-Dono, I will modify your percentages and give them less, what do you think?'

'It seems totally idiotic of you to think that I'm going to agree to help you do this shit...'

Now we move the scene to Douma explaining to Akaza what he's going to do, while the poor striped demon was trying to believe how the hell he had been dragged into that stupid game

He swore to god that if Douma made Kokushibo tickle him too, he was going to kick him so many times that it would leave him with a pain in his groin. 'And that's all you'll do, I don't think it'll be that hard for you, right?'

'You just want me to write if it's ticklish or not? And how the hell do I put the fucking percentages?'

'I'll take care of that~. Now, let the master do his job!', Douma stretched before slowly approaching Kokushibo.

Akaza still didn't believe it, he could have been doing anything else right now, he was here being Douma's damned slave.

Although the fun part was when Douma tried to lunge at Kokushibo and dodging it, causing Douma to fall to the ground, it was absolutely worth it.

'Can I ask?' 'Nope~ but you can laugh!' 'Laugh about what?'

Kokushibo stopped Douma's hands before he even did anything, making Akaza get excited, maybe something good would come of this after all.

Douma did not seem scared, internally his desires were growing little by little, although with his hands imprisoned he could not do much.

'And?' 'I just want to try something! So if you make yourself comfortable and let me do it...'

'And who said I'm willing to do something I have no knowledge of?', Kokushibo let go of Douma's wrists, crossing his arms.

Douma was still smiling and shrugged, then remembering what Kokushibo said the first time they made a surprise attack on him.

'I want to tickle you, will you let me?' 'Was that all? Well, go ahead you can do it. I highly doubt you'll get a reaction from me, so I'd like to see you try.'

Akaza's jaw dropped to the floor, he couldn't believe it... Were they all idiots now for paying attention to Douma's little game?!

He growled as he tried not to tear the book in one bite.

'I knew you would accept! Now make yourself comfortable and let me do my job!'

Kokushibo took out his katana sheath from his sash and left it a little away, sitting down while supporting his weight on his right arm.

Well, it was moment of truth, can Douma make Kokushibo laugh? We'll see it in the next fic, no lie, we'll know it next.

'Oh man... You really aren't that ticklish...'

'Sorry, it's a nice feeling for me but it doesn't always work. Maybe it only worked the first time just because there were 3 of them, but it's just you...' 'Mmmm, you just gave me an idea!', probably the worst for Akaza, but anyway, we're talking about Kokushibo.

Have you noticed how small the Douma clones can be? No doubt it would break someone's heart to destroy them because of their size, and that someone could be Kokushibo? Maybe...

'What are you planning to do? Oh, I get it... Apparently you need help making me laugh because you can't do it yourself?'

'Mmmm, nope, I just need support to hold you up. I was just warming up, my real test begins... HERE!'

Akaza had long ago given up imagining that Kokushibo would laugh, but that day he was so surprised that he was "asleep with his eyes open" for a while. 'Mmmm, what is that I hear~? Are they giggles perhaps...~?'

'Mhmhmhm n-nooohoho... Wa-wahihit... Do-Dohoumahaha...!'

'That's my name Koku-Dono! Well, it seems that my theory was true! You are more ticklish in places that almost no one would expect to be ticklish! For example...', Douma muttered for a moment.

He couldn't decide whether to go straight for the kill or "take his time", maybe he could also get his ice clones to help him, but he didn't want to risk being, like Akaza, kicked in the face by Kokushibo because of his cold fingers.

Although, we're talking about Douma, so whatever he plans couldn't be anticipated, not even by Kokushibo (lie, he could have known).

'WAITWAITWAIT!! DOHOUMAHAHAHA!!'

'Aaaaaah! So behind your knees, huh? And what happens if...~?' 'GEHEHET AWAHAHAY!! NOHOHOT MY TIHIHI-...!! Aaaaaah... Fuhuhuhuck...'

He couldn't help but laugh, he found it ironic that it was only a few seconds and it made him scream and almost roll on the floor. And Akaza?

Akaza was still in his trance because he couldn't believe what he saw. 'Wow, I didn't realize you had back dimples! Awwww and they're ticklish too~'

'Sto-stohohop sayihihing that wohohord...' 'Eeeeh? What word? Tickle? Are you embarrassed that I say it? Because? Does it remind you that you are ticklish? But if the first time you said tickle me and recently you allowed me to tickle you, can't you stand it~?'

If the Douma clones weren't holding him back, Kokushibo would have covered his face in shame.

But if Kokushibo surpassed Douma in strength, why didn't he? Well, I think you guys already know *wink*

'Look at that face! You're embarrassed hahahaha! I wouldn't have thought that from you, but it's not like you surprised me... Well, ready for my test?'

'Eeeeh? What test are you talking about?' 'Didn't I mention it? You are part of my experiment! I already have some information about you! Do you want to know them? I won't tell you stupid, it's a secret. And I hope my right hand is helping me write down what he's seeing!', Douma looked towards Akaza, laughing as he drew a sign of death and showed it to him.

After giving Kokushibo "enough" time to get some air and stuff, he asked his clones to turn him upside down and try, hypothesizing that if he didn't see, he would laugh more.

And judging by the screech, apparently unhearable according to Kokushibo, it seems he was right.

'Perfect! Akaza, my best friend, come here, I wouldn't want to shout so much and expose our friend more!'

'Number 01, I'm not your friend. Number 02, if Kokushibo does anything to me I will rip out your intestines. And number 03...' 'Calm down! Koku likes attention, he's just too shy to accept it!'

Akaza raised an eyebrow, questioning what Douma just said and expecting a 'forget what I said', but it never came, so he assumed he was messing with her mind, AGAIN.

He took the pencil, ready to write down anything Douma told him, all against his will...

'Well, write down first... Aaaah I know, hands!', Akaza sighed, it was silly for him, but he knew it.

He stopped when he started to hear a few giggles from Kokushibo. And so the dynamic continued, Douma showed him the place, tickled him and said the percentage based on what he believed.

Was there an order? Not at all, he decided the place and seemed to hit the target, he was quite amused by that. 'Dohoumahaha...Are you done...?'

'Mmmm... Noooo~ hahahaha just kidding! Of course we're done! You should have seen that face of yours, so cute!' 'Are you going to let me go...?'

Douma refused, after saying goodbye to Akaza and giving him time to escape, he let him go, using his clones for the last time to put his head on his lap, stroking his hair and playing with him.

'You owe me a big one, UpperMoon 2...' 'Hehehe I know, but it'll be fun, so...~'

'You better not edit your book and give me a high percentage...', both They fell silent when someone coughed.

And yes, Akaza had never left, although his best option would have been to leave before seeing that spectacle between them.

Kokushibo looked at him and smiled, taking Douma by the wrists and reversing positions. 'Well, since we still have the joy of having your guest present, how about we also show him what your reaction is to your own test, hmmm~? If you help me with this, Akaza, I won't take revenge on you for helping.'

'Ooooh now we speak my language UpperMoon 1! Try on your hips, does that always make you scream?'

'Wa-wahahit... You guys can't... The test is for you! It's not for... AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!', oh man, here we go again...

Fic 2: Swap AU

Ler: Douma (Ice Hashira)

Lee: Michikatsu Tsugikuni / Kokushibo (Moon Hashira)

Of all the hashiras, the most difficult to talk to were undoubtedly Hakuji and Michikatsu.

Maybe it was because it was Douma, that Hakuji never directed him, in fact, he seemed to hate him, because he didn't behave like that with children or women...

'Hakuji-Dono, do you think that if I tell Tsugikuni-San to train or go out to eat with me, would you accept me?'

'Why the hell are you talking to me like we're friends? If that's your fucking doubt, then go and ask him, you have the mouth and legs to go there and find rejection!', Hakuji said before speeding up his pace and walking away from Douma.

Douma sighed, Hakuji was so mean and so aggressive towards him, but he was right about something, he should go ask Michikatsu himself. And if the answer was no?

No problem, Douma can be a little "persuasive" and he wouldn't take no for an answer

'Hey Tsugikuni-San! How are you doing?!'

'Good.' 'I'm glad to hear it! I'm fine too! I wanted to ask if you wouldn't like to come with me to eat a little and then train! Or vice versa, what do you say?'

Michikatsu didn't give a response, he just walked away without saying anything else and left Douma without a response.

0Either Douma was very stubborn or he had an extremely high level of self-esteem because for him it didn't mean a "yes" or a "no", so, it was a maybe! It was better than he thought!

'Well Ume-Chan, I need your help to get Michikatsu-San to go out with me!' 'Douma-San, it's not to be indiscreet or a bad person but... You look and sound like a gay...'

'Hahahaha oh Ume-Chan, don't be silly! I just want to be your friend!', Ume raised her eyebrow questioningly, but in the end she agreed, she still doesn't know how, but Douma managed to convince her.

Douma follows Ume's advice to the letter, but despite this, the result is not what he expected, but that does not stop Douma and he swears that he will find the right way to get along with Michikatsu.

'Please Hakuji-Dono! Help me, I just want to get along with him!'

'Douma, for the last time, don't talk to me because I'm not your friend! Number two, why are you putting me in your trouble?! Find a way to talk to him and leave me alone...' 'Ooooh, I notice a small moment of anger in your body, why don't you come here and we solve it together?', Hakuji frowned but started to walk away pretending to be upset, although we all know why he ran away.

Douma would be annoying, but at the same time he is quite persuasive and found a way to get Hakuji's help.

'So, will you help me with my problem?' 'YEHEHEHES!! I SWEAR!! STOHOHOP TIHIHICKLIHING ME!!'

'I'm so glad we get along! Now come on, we have a lot to talk about!'

Hakuji was picked up by Douma so they can start "talking" about their new plan.

No plan was reaching its goal and Hakuji was already starting to get fed up with it, but he knew Douma and knew that he would be able to tickle him in public and humiliate him so that he would continue to help him. 'I have an idea! Why don't you go to Michikatsu, hurt his pride by saying he's not as strong as he thinks and then have your little moment with him...!'

'THAT is an excellent idea! Thank you Hakuji-Dono! See you!', Hakuji watched him leave and sighed in annoyance. 'The worst part about being sarcastic is when people don't know when you're lying or being serious...'

Now with Hakuji's advice in mind, he approached Michikatsu but he walked away knowing what Douma would try and he wasn't going to accept it.

Douma made a huge jump and stood in front of him to make the proposal and Michikatsu obviously rejected it, earning a victorious smile from Douma. 'Ooooh that's wrong with you Michikatsu-San... I thought you were strong but you're just a scaredy cat...'

'What the fuck did you say...?!' 'I say that you sure don't confront me because you are someone weak. Hakuji-San challenges me and always shows his strength, but what about you?', oh no...

'May I know how the hell you ended up with cuts all over your body?! Douma-San, are you crazy?!'

'Hahahaha calm down my child! I'm fine, weeds never die!'

Well, you'll know what happened, the training was a success! More or less... 'And you Michikatsu-San?! How is this possible?! Well, I'm not going to stand or deal with you guys fighting so you and you, friends, now!', Inosuke exclaimed before walking out and locking the door.

Douma smiled at Michikatsu and he blamed him because now they had been scolded and Muzan would probably give them a long explanation about coexistence between teammates and so on. Douma calms down and approaches him and tells him that they can lie saying that it was training.

Michikatsu raised his eyebrow in disapproval and lay down, but Douma sat next to him and smiled, well, Michikatsu had to accept that his smile was cute and inspired confidence, but he didn't like the idea that they would now be scolded.

'Sorry, I just wanted to train with you and know your strength! I didn't mean to insult you like that, I'm so sorry Michikatsu-San...' 'It's okay, no problem'

'Of course there is a problem, I can tell that you are worried about what Muzan-Sama will say, but if we work together it may not be things are going so badly for us', was probably the most honest and sensible thing he has heard Douma say.

He had to admit, he had nerves but he didn't think they were that noticeable, although he accepted Douma's apology, he didn't sound completely convinced, something was wrong...

Douma crossed his arms and smiled, Michikatsu saw it and felt like he had seen that smile before, but he didn't remember where until the image of Hakuji screaming and running from Douma came to his mind.

'Douma, if you dare I'll...' 'Don't you want a massage? Maybe you are very tense, I am a doctor and I can help you reduce your stress! Trust me!', tip of the day, don't trust Douma and his "massages"

Michikatsu tried to refuse but Douma found a way to roll him onto his stomach and sit on his hips, not good.

Although he tried to complain to him, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even get up because Douma put all his weight on his back to indicate that if he moved too much, it would hurt more. 'Well, I guess I should start with the knots in your neck, one wrong move and you could bend it... Let's see... Hey, why are you laughing?'

'I'm nohohot...! Yohohou're ju-just he-hehahaharing things...!' Douma smiled "innocently."

'Awwww, Michikatsu-San, you're ticklish!' 'N-No! Yohohou...!'

'Ooooh~? I detect a liar among us~ lying is bad Michikatsu-San...~'

Douma's chant was not a good sign, plus it was embarrassing enough to make Michikatsu blush with embarrassment and earned a snort from Douma.

What do you think? Will Michikatsu be able to resist the tickling or will he simply succumb? I consider the answer to be very clear...

'Do-Dohoumahaha! Stohohohop! T-this is incohohonceheivahahable!' 'I'm sorry, but you need a massage and since I'm the closest to you...'

'But this isn't a massage! It's anything but a massage!', 50/50 if it was a massage, maybe Michikatsu was just too ticklish for his own good right now.

Douma laughed and pointed out that it was adorable since with Hakuji it took a few more minutes to make him laugh but with him it was different, earning a growl from Michikatsu which only encouraged him.

Believe me, dear readers, Michikatsu will know how relentless Douma can be and how stubborn Inosuke is and that he won't let him out until Douma ends his tickling assault.

'DO-DOUMA!' 'Aha! So those are your hips, hmmm~? Let's see! Woaaah! Hahaha your hips don't lie! Just one squeeze and you'll scream!', he denied, I mean it was true but he wasn't going to admit it.

It didn't take Douma long to find the right rhythm to have Michikatsu in hysterics for a while, he only needed a small squeeze, for a few seconds he used his thumbs to dig into the bones of his hips and then, he used the same ones to repeat the action above his hip bones. 'DOUMA!! STOHOHOHOP!!'

'Aaaaw! You have to admit, you're more ticklish than Hakuji! Oh man, I can't wait for Hakuji to know! Hey, how do you react to baby talk~? Ooooh a snort? Aaaaw what a cute and smiling baby~!'

Michikatsu covered his face with his hair, he felt so embarrassed with his own reactions that he didn't even know whether to fight or accept that it was just so Douma would stop and thus stop feeling humiliated

'Hey, you didn't ask me to stop. Maybe by chance, you like tickling~? Come on, say it and I'll stop~! Say you're a ticklish baby and I'll stop, I know you want to~'

'I'M TIHICKLIHISH!! I SAHAHIHID IHIHIT!! PLEHAHASEHE DOHOUMAHAHA!!'

'Mmmm well, a promise is a promise!', saying that, he let go.

Inosuke finally opened the door and complained to them about the scandal but Douma assured him that they were just playing and that they are friends now.

Obviously, Inosuke doesn't believe him but he looks at Michikatsu and he confirms what Douma said. 'Well, then I guess they can stay alone for a while without adult supervision.'

'Sure! We're adults now, right Mich-?! AYIE!! O-oh... Hehehe Inosuke... Can you help me?'

'No', it was to be expected.

Douma looked nervously at Michikatsu and laughed in anticipation as he climbed on top of him and using one hand, grabbed his wrists and placed them above his head, slowly bringing his fingers closer together as he moved them.

Inosuke closed the door and as soon as he did, he began to hear Douma laughing and shouting for help, which was ignored by Inosuke, there was real work to do.

Fic 03: KIMETSU ACADEMY

Ler: Douma (scammer)

Lee: Michikatsu Tsugikuni (Muzan's assistant)

If Michikatsu had to describe his work in one word, he wouldn't find the right one.

It was exhausting? Yes. Was it funny in a certain part? Yes. He need a break but his body refused to accept it? Yes. Would Muzan let him take a break? No.

'I notice you are more serious than normal... This is the 5th cup of coffee you've had, why don't you take the day off?' 'I can't, I have to go to work...'

'Katsu... Today is Sunday...', Douma crossed his arms and huffed when Michikatsu realized that it was, indeed, Sunday.

He didn't think that the week would take so long, if Douma didn't tell him anything, he was capable of going to work and finding everything closed, oh well, it was Sunday and he had to enjoy it.

'Haven't you ever relaxed? You seem to be trying to figure out how to do it...' 'I'm trying, maybe this pillow isn't comfortable enough.'

'Well, I know of another pillow that might be comfortable for you!'

Michikatsu raised his eyebrow, the poor guy doesn't know how to take hints and Douma sometimes finds it humorous but also discourages him.

After laughing for a while, he sat down near Michikatsu and placed his head on his lap, caressing his hair and cheek. 'Better?'

'Surprisingly, yes. Thank you. I didn't think I would find comfort in a lap...', virg- ehem, how cute-.

Douma laughed and continued with his "work" of helping him relax, until Michikatsu held his hand, not tightly but Douma stopped to know what he needed. 'Douma... Do you... Do you think you can...? You know... The thing...'

'It depends on what we're talking about, does it start with "s" or with "t"?' 'It starts with...? Wait... DOUMA!', Douma snorted.

It was fun to know that Michikatsu was good and brave for other things except a slightly off-color joke.

Anyway, Michikatsu's response was again the same and, as we already know, Douma doesn't like that and wants Michikatsu to be direct and tell him what he wants.

'Are you too embarrassed to tell me what you want?' 'If I don't tell you, you won't do it, right?'

'I just want to check that you're serious, every time I try you end up rejecting the game and asking me to stop. So, it's to make sure that you are comfortable and that I won't get kicked or slapped!'

Michikatsu took a breath but the only thing he could say was "can you make me t-word?", he wasn't able to mention the full word.

He was ashamed? It is probable. Did Douma find it funny? You already know that yes. Am I making this too long? I like to lengthen

'Aaaaw, I forgot that you're too shy for these things... Okay, how do you say...~?'

'P-please...' 'Good boy!', let this stay between us and Muzan doesn't find out, so shhhh.

The hand Douma used to caress his cheek moved a little to start playing with his ears, smiling slightly when Michikatsu started to blush and fought a smile on his face.

He avoided the teasing, considering that it wasn't time yet, just a few more seconds... 'Is this okay?'

'Ye-yehehes...' 'Do you want more?'

Michikatsu nodded slowly and covered his face with his hand when he felt a pair of fingers caress his neck and caress him slowly.

Douma wanted to ask him if that's why he always wears his suit covering his neck, do you think Michikatsu's embarrassed squeal is the answer?

'Dohohoumahaha! Dohohohon't tahahalk!'

'You know well that I like to talk! Why don't you want me to talk? Aaaaw I already remembered, is it because I talk to you with a baby voice~? Does it frustrate you to remember that you are ticklish and that I am the only person who has the privilege of doing it to you~? Is it because you're a ticklish baby~?'

'All thahahahat! Shuhuhut up! Ple-plehahasehe!', short answer, no.

Douma muttered although he wouldn't do it anyway, it was too adorable and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon!

But after he thought about it, Michikatsu might want him to stop, although he's probably lying. 'Hey Katsu, do you want raspberries?'

'... Yes' 'That's fine! Come sit on my lap!'

Michikatsu sat down and although he was a little hesitant about what he would do next, he walked over and sat on his lap, although from the look on Douma's face, it might have been too much weight for him.

Anyway, once he made sure everything was fine, he smiled at him and couldn't help but kiss and nibble his ears a little and laugh when Michikatsu tensed but made no effort to escape.

'I'm sorry! I could not avoid it. Well, do you remember the security password?'

'Lotus...' 'Good!', Michikatsu took a breath and prepared himself, he wasn't planning on laughing.

Although when he thought he had it under control, Douma just blew on his neck and when Michikatsu saw him out of the corner of his eye in confusion, he actually blew the raspberry on his neck.

Stopping, he smiled when he saw how Michikatsu had covered his completely red face, but despite this, he was willing to receive more raspberries...

'So... Do you feel better?' 'Yes... Thank you for helping me relax...'

Douma kissed his forehead while resting his head on his shoulder and caressing his cheek, now they were both happy.

[jokerfic]

helloooo do you have any book recommendations that are quite similar to your work? 💓

oh this is SUCH a good question! also a bit difficult to answer because the better the book, the more up-my-own-ass I look for making a comparison. I'm just going to offer a little selection with very brief summaries/bullet points and hope that you guys understand that most of this list is aspirational and I'm not claiming to be a peer to any of these writers particularly. putting it under a readmore because I know myself.

the very first one that sprang to mind is Badger by C. M. McKenna. A recovering addict forms a mutual, deeply unhealthy obsession with a ruthless vigilante. even though they connect with one another on a level that they can't seem to reach with anyone else, the relationship is volatile and unsustainable. trigger warnings for sadomasochism and brief details about past child abuse and CSA.

Sunshine by Robin McKinley - a career baker is abducted by a gang of vampires and left as prey for one of their own. When dawn breaks and he still hasn't touched her, the tables quickly turn. (I haven't read this one in a while, but remember it as being very in keeping with the kind of romantic relationships I write--prickly, complicated, slow-burning, maybe a little unsatisfying in that you never get quite what you want? Robin McKinley's romances were definitely a huge influence on my taste in general, so her bibliography is worth checking out. The Blue Sword is also good)

Helpmeet by Naben Ruthnum - a woman brings her dying husband to his childhood home to care for him in his final days. Romantic, grotesque, a novella about devotion and obsession. A quick read at under 100 pages, but not always an easy one. cw for body horror and some generally gross descriptions of a guy who's basically falling apart, but absolutely worth it, I think. I read this in one sitting and have been recommending it since. I'm getting increasingly interested in blending horror and romance, and this project marries the genres perfectly.

I'm going to pivot slightly and lean harder into the "aspirational" side of things-- the following books don't so much have things in common with my writing (or my writing with them) but they scratch my brain every which way, I love them, I've reread all of them at least 3 times, and they're definitely in mind when I think about how to plot a story or set a scene or progress through a romance. (you'll forgive that the first 2 options are YA-- I have a whole lecture about YA's stranglehold on marketing and how lots of books that are by every other marker "adult fiction" get sucked beneath the YA umbrella even though they don't belong there just so they'll sell better, but we won't get into it now)

The Folk of the Air Trilogy by Holly Black - fae court intrigue, scandals, treachery, and backstabbing + a central couple that hates each other so much that they just have to do some smooching about it. you love to see it. A lot of stuff billed as "enemies to lovers" is fangless because they're worried about making the "enemies" too unsympathetic or too mean-- not here. Here, there are several times when I was worried either half of the couple was actually going to kill each other, lol. Violent mutual obsession. Difficult to put down once you've started.

The Six of Crows Duology by Leigh Bardugo - mean, nasty criminal wunderkind Kaz Brekker is out for revenge, and also to take over the city's underworld entirely. Heists on heists, thousands of plates spinning at once, a crew full of misfits, and a girl that has become his right hand, his confidante, and his conscience (entirely against his will). we love a high fantasy crime romp, especially with such a complicated relationship at its center.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt - I can't ever put together a books rec list without adding this. If there's a single person out there who missed the early 2010s tumblr craze and doesn't know what this book is about: a California misfit finagles his way into an elite private college in New England, where he becomes fascinated by a small, elegant clique of Classics students. He manages to infiltrate the clique, and slowly becomes involved in their personal entanglements, quarrels, secrets, and-- eventually-- murder. Everything that has ever branded itself "dark academia" is trying to do what TSH did and has failed miserably. It is the blueprint and incomparable. Tartt's lush prose seduces you as quickly as the clique seduces Richard, and, like Richard, you don't want to leave, don't want this charmed existence to end. At least half of what I do is trying-- pretty unsuccessfully-- to be in conversation with The Secret History. It accomplishes everything it's trying to accomplish, and it's a privilege to read.

The Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins - do you like found family? You won't for long. A fucked-up array of found siblings are being groomed to mysterious purpose by a father figure who has kept them locked away from the world at the Library, where they are raised and trained and tortured in turn. Carolyn, one of the more unassuming of these siblings, has a plan to get free-- a plan that quickly puts the whole world in serious peril. Like most of the rest of the books on this list, this one is un-put-downable, setting a breakneck pace and with compelling characters, and I'm just in so much awe at the way this is plotted-- it's a masterclass in compelling storytelling, and by a guy who's only ever written Linux manuals! I don't know how you write a debut novel like this. I think about it all the time.

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones - this is tumblr, everyone knows about Howl's Moving Castle, I won't belabor the point, but the book is different from the movie in a way that makes it very worth reading, and it's kind of the champion of bicker romance, a couple whose love language is low-level (to high-level) quarreling nonstop. they drive each other crazy and would also die for each other. so romantic <3

okay I've lost the plot. here's a bite size book rec blast to wrap it up and the points where I think we overlap: Piranesi by Susanna Clark (faith, optimism, gratitude and awe for the world you live in), The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery (taking the frightening step to build intense intimacy with a stranger), obviously the Thomas Harris Hannibal books (complicated romance with a killer). Set This House in Order by Matt Ruff (sometimes, your protagonists have a rich inner life that you have to navigate carefully-- some more than others). The Checquy Files by Daniel O'Malley (sometimes your female protagonist is pitched headfirst into a dangerous and mysterious world she's not prepared for and has to wing it the best she can. this one is a reach because that applies to thousands of books, I really just wanted to include it because these are fabulous books and fun to read). Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy (figures of great evil are vastly seductive, difficult to escape, and ultimately suffocating), Wise Blood by Flannery O'Connor and The Devil All the Time by Donald Ray Pollock (try as you might, you can't outrun God). (SERIOUS trigger warnings for the last three-- violence, sexual abuse and assault, all the grotesqueness that comes with southern gothic-- basically assume if there's something bad, then it's in one of those books.)

I think I'll call it there. Sorry I quickly abandoned answering your question and instead spent most of the ask on "here's a book you should read. here's another book you should read" but in my defense. you should read some of these. what you read ripples out into what you write, and these are some of my favorites, so that should count for something, right? lol maybe not but thank you for asking anyway because this was fun.

[ladycryptid1894]

Im sorry. I wasn't good enough, and I disappointed you. I let you down again. Im sorry, please forgive me. Don't let me forget my mistake. Will you please mark me? Please, help me, I need to learn. Im so sorry...

I can do better, I promise---let me make it up to you! Can I taste you? Please, I need you. I need to feel your thighs. I want you hands in my hair, I need you to hold me there, I need you to grind yourself on my face. I need you to smother me with your beautiful pussy. I can take it. I can handle it. As long as you want-forever!

Oh fuck---I could cum just from that...you don't even have to do anything. Just ride my face, tell me I'm doing a good job. I need you to watch me. Please, can't you see how much I need to do this for you?? I have to. Please, use my mouth...Its the only thing I'm good for. I don't know who I am if I can't do something for you. You're everything! Tell me what to do, tell me what you need, ehat you want. Anything!...my mouth belongs to you. Its yours. All yours.

Please, ma'am...

Oh my 😳😵‍💫😍 this is certainly a new first!

My dear darling, I would LOVE to use your face as my new throne. Let all those mean thoughts go away while you take out all your anguish on mommy's pussy. You've made a mess with your desperate crying pleas that you need to clean up now. Your head caged between 2 thick plush thighs with my pussy dripping sweet nectar on your tongue, the cure to all your problems. And while your tongue drives me wild and sends me through wave after wave of pleasure, one hand grips your hair pulling you impossibly closer to me while I grind my hips down onto your slutty tongue. Fuck you're doing so well for me, aren't you?? You're being such a good boy worshipping mommy's cunt like it's your job, because it is, and when you're between mommy's legs, you NEVER disappoint.

When your tongue takes an extra long suck of my clit, I can't help the groan that leaves my lips and the drag of sharp nails along your navel and up your torso, leaving crimson trails of blissful pain dissolving into pleasure. Mischievous fingers trace along your happy trail and along your hips and pelvic bone, teasing a bit before I finally grip your needy cock in my hand. Now be a good desperate whore and thrust your hips up into my hand.

I feel your nose bumping my clit and your tongue is just ravenous. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your inner thighs and sucking hickeys all over them, leaving bitemarks and bruises all over your hips, covering you with imprints of black lipstick. Mmmm I'd play with you for hours, tying you up in front of a mirror and ruining you completely. I'll make sure that by the time I'm done with you, you'll be genuinely asking me if I broke you and I'd nod with a serpentine smile and a sultry kiss on the lips.

Thank you, my dear darling anon! 🖤🍷