#they could just as well actually and properly worship him as a god and it still wouldn't make a single difference

[hopeswriting]

was thinking about takeshi and how he's my favorite brand of unconditional devotion btw. the utter and absolute and all-consuming kind that runs so deep to the very core and is so intrinsic and fundamental to it, it can only express itself in the most casual and natural and certain way. without second thoughts, without any room for doubts or for any moral dilemma to be had over it, because of course he ought to always be breathing and living for his chosen person first and foremost. of course he ought to hang on their every word and make them true no matter what, no matter what he has to do to make it happen, no matter what he has to do to other people to make it happen, and no matter what it might turn him into in the process. because it's obviously the way the world should be for his chosen person. at their feet, ready to bend over backwards and break and build itself again to better answer to all their needs even if they don't ask it for it. it's the only right way it should be for them, and of course takeshi's going to do his utmost at all times to make it a reality as much as possible.

and his devotion comes out as naturally as breathing, comes out lighthearted and nonchalant like he might as well be talking about the weather, but it's not unaware of itself. it's not that takeshi doesn't know it's unhealthy and wrong and that he's willing to go entirely too far in its name for anyone's good. it's not that he wouldn't hear you out if you were to sit him down and explain to him just why he needs to tone it down a little (a lot). logically, he'd agree with you and know you're right. and then he'd tell you he's still not going to do anything whatsoever about it. that he's not bothered by it and doesn't feel the need to change anything to his attitude. makes it a point to never let anyone or anything sway him even an inch in the stand he took when it comes to that, no matter how many thousand of times you might go over the subject with him.

because the morality of his devotion isn't the point at all. is entirely irrelevant to it and doesn't affect the way he expresses it all. it's not the metric with which he draws a line in the sand to hold it accountable to. because the thing is, takeshi's entire world revolves around tsuna--tsuna is his entire world altogether, and it's just a matter of fact, that simple. to him it's a truth as unchanging as the sky being blue, and so being the way he is according to that truth is the only way he can imagine being that'd feel right to him. and so the actual and only metric that matters here is "would tsuna be happier if i were to do this?" and/or "is this something tsuna needs me to do?"

and like. i don't think takeshi ever stops being a kind person capable of compassion and understanding and mercy and forgiveness even ten years later once they became mafia through and through. and i don't think either he grows up to be feared and called a monster per se despite the things they inevitably had to do during those ten years (and the things they'll inevitably keep having to do as long as they keep being mafia), at least not in the way, for example, they'll never stop fearing and calling mukuro one. but i do think that among the tenth gen, he ends up being the one with the most ruthless, merciless and horrific blood on his hands of that particular and distinct loving kind. you know the one i mean, right? he comes to be the one most expected and the one first expected to be willing and to take it upon himself to go through with it when the need arises. and to think little of it after, if anything at all. all in the name of making tsuna's reign as easy on him as possible.

and it's to the point where it's the kind of blood that makes even mukuro pause at times. or, when takeshi is the one coming up with solutions himself during meetings, makes even reborn blink. not because it's unjustified or wouldn't be safe or efficient or anything of the sort, but because it is unwarrantedly thorough in its retaliation. and sometimes, at times like this, he's the one tsuna needs to step in for the most, because he's the only one who can reason with him that "yes, this would work in getting rid of our problem" but "no, please, don't do that takeshi". because if tsuna is the only thing that infers on just how much and in what ways he'll let himself be devoted to him, then of course, he's also the only one takeshi's willing to reign himself in for without second thoughts. because he'd hate to ever do something tsuna would disapprove of or wouldn't want him to do. or do something that'd make tsuna see him differently or love him back less even in the slightest.

and it's also like. his devotion isn't an undisciplined one. it's not one he doesn't have control over, the very opposite. it's a very purposeful and conscious choice he chooses to keep making over and over again every step of the way, and he taught himself to have control over it, to know when it's needed and/or wanted, and how much and in which ways it is when it happens, and to keep it down otherwise. and, yes, to also reign it back in at tsuna's request at times when it still slips past his control. because it's all about making tsuna's happiness easier and secure and long-lasting, and never about burdening him with just how committed he is to do that.

so it comes down to this: takeshi willing to go above and beyond and more for tsuna unless tsuna explicitly asks him not to. and to tsuna needing to ask him not to every now and then. and to other people pointing out to him how too many times tsuna's already needed to stop him, and that maybe there's a hint for him to take there. and to takeshi seeing the hint, looking it straight in the eye and recognizing it for what it is and just. deciding it doesn't apply to him because it's all perfectly normal behavior to him. because it's the only kind of behavior that makes sense to him and feels right.

and so—to circle back to my first point—he can only express his devotion as naturally as breathing, so casually, almost like it's something inconsequential and not worth talking about despite how unmistakably it couldn't be further away from being the truth. it's the only way he could have always known how to express it, because, after all, who has ever taken time to ponder about the details and the hows of the way they breathe?

and i, for one, absolutely eat that shit up every time, thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

[euthymiya]

river what are your thoughts on husband ayato guiding you through giving him a blowjob for the first time… 🎤

me and my (darling) husband — ft. kamisato ayato

ayato is happy to show you how to please him. you are happy to take care of your darling husband. the gods themselves are not powerful enough to come between you both and your desires

before you read: 2.4k words of pure cock sucking i’m sorry ; fem wife reader ; obsessive, morally gray husband ayato ; slight, slight corruption kink in you squint ; blow jobs ; reader doesn’t have a gag reflex in this ; teasing ; praise ; orgasm delay ; cock worship ; throat fucking ; cum eating ; reader straddles his waist ; implied vaginal sex at the end

notes: risu this ask sent me into cardiac arrest. i would say i need to lay down but i have been laying down since i read this ask (help ive fallen and i cant get up)

Sometimes Ayato wonders if you want to kill him. It wouldn’t be the first assassination attempt he’s faced—but it would be the hardest to escape. He could never deny you of anything.

“Teach me how to please you,” you pout, “just like you always do me. It’s only fair, wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re inexperienced. Innocent. Ayato likes tainting that sense of purity about you—and he’s extra delighted that it means he’s the first one to see you like this.

(He’ll be the only one, actually—he’s not letting you go. Ever. If anyone else were to even think about how you’d look on your knees, knelt between their thighs, he’d slice through their neck with his own blade.)

But you look so beautiful like this, it’s unearthly. His cock is thick, erect between his bare thighs as they spread enough to allow you a space between them. You gently trace along the vein at the underside, curious from seeing it so up close for the first time. You’ve seen him before, of course, but never near enough to properly appreciate the details.

The hair he trims neatly. The mole he has at his v-line. The slight curve to the left of his girth. The way he twitches from any delicate touch on reflex.

That last part is your favorite—you trace a finger around his tip, circling it in awe as he lets out a soft gasp. The way his cock jumps at the touch makes you eye him hungrily.

“Teasing, are we, my love?” He drawls through grit teeth, holding himself back from burying the aching length down your throat, “do you wish to torture your poor husband?”

“No,” you breathe, giggling as you press a sweet kiss to the tip, “of course not. Just…show me how, Ayato.”

You’ve never done this before. Ayato is fine with being the one busy buried between the other’s legs. He doesn’t mind being the one to taste the sweet, dripping proof of pleasure lingering at the apex of your thighs. But if you insist that you’d like to switch places for once…well, he can’t lie and say he hasn’t pictured your beautiful lips struggling to take all of him.

With a gentle hand cupping the back of your head, he pulls you closer, closer, closer—until the head of his cock is tapping against your lips.

“Open, my love,” he whispers—you do. Instantly, your tongue darts out, swirling around his tip and licking a stripe along his slit. He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he tenses.

“Sensitive?” You hum, teasingly.

“Is that a surprise?” He grins down at you, sweat collecting at his forehead as his skin flushes, “have I not always shown I am far too sensitive to my wife’s touches?”

“I suppose that’s true,” you bite back a smile.

Slowly, you part your lips and take him in, staring up at him for his reactions, as if trying to see if you’re doing things right. He groans at the wetness of your mouth surrounding him, head falling back as he grips the sheets tightly with tense fists.

“That’s it, darling,” he says, voice a strained choke as he guides you down his length, “hollow your cheeks. I’m…I’m more sensitive here—pay close attention there, won’t you?”

He guides you his cock, stopping you just at his tip. You suck around him, swirling your tongue again as he lets out a loud moan and shudders under your hand as it rubs his thigh soothingly.

“Like that?” You pop off, blinking up at him with innocent eyes—they’re anything but innocent. There’s an amused twinkle in them at the way he barely bites back a whimper at the loss of you.

“Evil,” he huffs, “you’re most evil, dear wife.”

“I’m only trying to make you feel good, my darling husband,” you gasp. Your hand trails up his thigh to his taut abs, rubbing more soothing circles into the skin as you eye the moles that little his skin. “Did it feel good, Ayato?”

“Yes,” he nods, swallowing thickly.

“Did I do well?” You press, eyes hopeful.

He groans at that, letting out a shaky breath as he whispers, “you are always perfect, my dear. Unfairly so. Now please, give me more—I want more.”

“Then tell me how you want it,” you rub a thumb over a mole just under his belly button, admiring the flex of his abs as he breathes raggedly. “Surely the Yashiro commissioner is an effective communicator.”

“Such dedicated efforts to tease me,” he chuckles hoarsely, “very well. I shall indulge my wife in her wicked desires, then. Take me deep, my love, and swallow around my cock until I can spill my release down your throat. Do have mercy on me, will you my darling? I am feeling rather impatient.”

“Anything for my precious husband,” you say sweetly, giving his tip one last kiss, smearing the pre cum against your lips before you take him in your mouth.

Ayato, true to his word, has always shown you how sensitive he is to your touch. Now is no different, his fists fighting their grip around the sheets, knuckles turning a ghostly pale white from the pressure. He moans—it’s a beautiful sound. Low and just a tad bit whiny as your tongue traces his thick vein as he travels down his length.

You manage to take him almost down to the base, refraining from gagging as he hits the back of your throat. He’d be impressed if he wasn’t so dizzy with pleasure, the friction of your tongue and the walls of your mouth rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cock.

You bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks as you swallow around his tip. Just as he said, he’s sensitive there. Almost too sensitive, whimpering as you tease the tip of your tongue along his slit and taste the beads of pre cum that dribble from the head of his girth.

“Th-that’s it, my love,” he stutters, “fuck, yes—you spoil me with that precious mouth.”

Your hand trails down from his abs, slowly rubbing up and down his inner thigh, still as comforting and grounding as earlier. Ayato has other desires, however—far more insatiable desires as he grabs your hand and laces your fingers for a moment, squeezing slightly around you with a shaky grasp.

“You’d like me to show you what I want, yes?” He looks down at you, eyes hazy and mouth slightly swollen from the way he’s bitten down on the swell of his bottom lip.

You nod around his cock, jaw loose and tongue flat as you bob along his length skillfully. He’s almost scared this isn’t your first time from how good you take him down your throat—but the eager look you give him from his question assures him enough to relax.

“Then here,” he grunts, guiding your hand to his balls as he spreads his legs wider, hand encompassing yours as he murmurs, “be sure not to neglect me here, either.”

You fondle his balls delicately, teasing them with a light tough before you apply more pressure. They’re heavy, aching for your attention, and the gentle way you massage them as you suck around his tip once more pulls a jolt through his entire body. He whines at the feeling—a sweet, melodic sound that makes you fall in love deeper with your husband.

Your needy, filthy husband who adores you so.

You work your mouth along his cock a few more times before you pop off again, earning a whimper he can’t hold back this time as he stares down at you with a crestfallen expression.

He was close. You could tell—whether he’s in your mouth or your cunt, you can always tell when Ayato is just at the precipice of his pleasure. The slight twitch of his girth and the breathiness of his pants as they get more labored will always give him away.

You kiss up the underside of him, from base to tip. “Such a pretty cock,” you marvel, “and it’s all mine, isn’t it?”

“Surely you didn’t stop just to ask something you already know?” He clenches his jaw as the throb between his leg intensifies, the near-orgasm you deny him of serving as a painful reminder of how much power you hold over him.

You continue kissing the expanse of his girth, admiring him as you murmur, “don’t give me that look, you insatiable man. You’ll get what you wish for soon enough.”

“Why must you insist on being so cruel? I am a most doting husband, am I not? Surely I don’t deserve this,” he stares down at you miserably, making you roll your eyes.

“I merely meant to ask you where you’d like to cum, you impatient fool,” you click your teeth. But you love him—so much so, that your fist slowly strokes him so his poor, throbbing length isn’t neglected as his earlier orgasm slowly dies back down. “Down my throat? On my face? Perhaps on my tits? You’ve always paid close attention to those, you know. Anything my darling husband wants, he shall get.”

“Anything?” He hums, shivering as you tighten your fist around the base of his cock before stroking upwards, rolling your palm along the head.

“Anything,” you confirm. “It is my turn to spoil you, my sweet love.”

Ayato is vocal. He is, perhaps, shameless in that regard. When he takes you in the back of the gardens, when he takes you in the shadowy corners of the estate, when he takes you in his office without the door locked, he is vocal. You are usually horrified by it even if a little—not a lot when you’re so drunk on his cock, but still enough to know his voice could raise suspicion from anyone who happens to pass by.

Such a shameful, disgusting act it would be, to be caught by someone. The clan head and his wife, incapable of having any sense of respect and dignity.

But here, in the safety of your chambers, in the private quarters meant for just you and your husband, you appreciate how vocal Ayato is. How utterly sincere he is with letting you hear just how good you make him feel.

The term of endearment on your tongue and the tightened stroke of your fist makes him whimper softly, panting erratically as he murmurs, “your mouth. Your mouth—please, I need to feel your mouth, my love. I’m…I’m close. So close. Let me feel you swallow every drop, please. Please.”

Mercifully, your lips are wrapped around the pulsing length of his erection, taking him down your throat generously once more. A union as sacred as the one of your wedding, as blessed as the day you became his.

Ayato bucks his hips up, fucking into your throat as he finally becomes too impatient to be gentle anymore. You let him. Like a good, doting wife, you slack your jaw and let him use you, hand bracing yourself against his thigh as he chases his orgasm.

“F-fuck, my darling wife,” he curses, “you have no idea. You could not fathom how ardently I desire you. Take me, take every part of me.”

He spills down your throat with one last thrust of his hips, a soft, desperate moan tearing from his lips as he chants your name like a prayer. Ayato does not pray to his own God, the very one he serves every living day. But you—you are the only one who can answer his prayers. Who can bless him with his desires. Who can bring him to his knees and make him a believer of any and all that you say.

It’s why he says your name like that, like he’s calling out to divinity and not his wife who’s sat between his legs, swallowing around his cock as though it’s not the unholiest of activities. You make even sin feel holy. Blessed. Divine.

He spills thick, hot ropes of cum. It spills from the corners of your mouth, dribbling along your chin slightly as you try your best to swallow what you can.

“Good,” you hear him pant above you. He looks utterly wrecked. “You…you always feel so good. You have possessed me,” he breathes.

Finally, when the last drops of cum have finished spilling from his twitching cock, he collapses back against the mattress, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

You slowly pull away from his softening length, earning a small sound from him as the cool air hits his wet, spent cock.

“Was it alright?” You ask softly, resting your cheek against his thigh as you rub your hand along the other. He groans faintly, one last shuddering breath before he slowly rises to sit up again.

“Was my performance lacking?” He raises a brow, “did I not make clear enough how blissful your mouth feels?”

You giggle, biting your lip as you murmur, “is it a crime to ask my husband if I please him properly?”

“Of course,” he gasps in mock offense, “it means your husband is not doing his due diligence of praising his wife’s generosity. Shall we try again?”

“You are utterly insatiable, Ayato,” you say in exasperation.

He chuckles. He looks beautiful—sweat clinging to his soft, porcelain skin, eyes crinkled in a warm smile, and a rosy flush that almost urges you to move up to kiss the swells of his cheeks.

“It is only natural, my dear. I hardly believe any man could get enough of such a treasure that is you.”

“We would never know. I have my suspicions that no man would ever survive even thinking about me with you around.”

“A most correct assumption,” he agrees, cupping your cheek, bringing his thumb to collect the sticky, lingering remnants of his release from the corners of your lips before pushing the finger into your mouth.

You swallow around his thumb obediently, humming as you savor the taste of him on your tongue once more.

His expression grows dark. Your core burns with arousal at the sight.

“My darling husband,” you sing sweetly, “I do hope you’re not too exhausted. There is much more I’d like to enjoy with you.”

“Of course not,” he grins, grabbing your wrist and dragging you up to straddle his hips as he lays back once more. You rub your clothed cunt against his once-more growing erection. “I’ve hardly had my way with you yet, sweet wife.”

If it were up to me, I’d stay attached to his dick all day every day. Sucking on that thing would help calm me 🙏

[crazy-only]

nsfw alphabet oscar piastri edition !

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sweet baby is probably making sure you came, getting in between your legs and licking you clean like the tease he is before cleaning you up properly with a towel and getting you your favorite drink. he jokes around a lot but does not play when it comes to caring for you.

b = body part (favorite body part on themselves, as well as their partner’s)

oscar is OBSESSED with your fucking tits. oh my god you cannot convince me otherwise. every time he sees your rack on display in a low-cut shirt (regardless of your size) he gets turned on. it’s gotten to the point where he has to take a “bathroom break” during family dinners because he just can’t believe you’re his.

once you guys got more comfortable during sex, he got you to ride his face, and oh my god oscar was so happy in that moment. after that, he made sure at least weekly you were nearly suffocating him with your sweet pussy, so, long story short, he likes his nose because you also like it! ≥︺‿︺≤

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

baby cums so much you get worried you might get knocked up sometimes (even though you’re on the pill). if you haven’t cum yet, his stringy ropes will definitely hit all the right spots, leaving you in a moaning mess.

sometimes he cums on your belly and licks it off you when you’re insecure that day, just to show you how much he worships your body.

oscar also loves making you taste your own cum after fingering you slowly for an hour. you just taste so good! he can’t help it. (>‿◠)

d = dirty secret (dirty secret of theirs!)

oscar secretly wants to fuck you while you’re tied up. he seems like the type to joke around and make sarcastic remarks during sex, but deep down he’s fucking sadistic. he wants to see how helpless you can get under his hands.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

yes. just yes.

haha just kidding. i actually don’t think he’s that experienced, just because of the fact he’s probably been focused on racing his whole life and never really had a chance to hook up with people. naturally, his body count is low.

that being said, though, he’s not scared at all to try new things with you. oscar has no shame when it comes to making you guys feel good—so don’t worry about experience!

f = favorite position (cowgirl, missionary, etc.)

oscar loves fucking you face to face, with your hands held above your head in his left hand and his other hand fondling your tits. he’s big on seeing your reactions, and making you face him while yours contorts with pleasure and pain.

g = goofy (are they serious or more humorous in the moment?)

oscar’s actually pretty scary when it comes to freaky time. you love to tease him just to be a brat, but when your man finally snaps, oscar can’t help it but show you who’s in control. he loves a good laugh, and sometimes when you guys are having soft sex, it’s not rare to hear giggling, but in all other occasions, your man is taming you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

this man could care less about the hair situation down there. he shaves and whatnot so it’s never uncomfortable for him while racing, but he knows you like it when there’s a happy trail for you to get entranced in. he also loves forcing you down his cock so your nose is surrounded by his pubes. it makes him so much harder.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

oh my god this man literally asked you to be his girlfriend with a whole garden of candles and roses. he plays it off like these romantic moments are just to get you flustered, but he truly does enjoy making a good cute memory with you and learning more about you.

j = jack off (masturbation head canon)

oscar doesn’t have much time for getting himself off. (◞‸◟) regardless of his horniness level, most nights, he just falls right to sleep. when he does have a spare minute, though, he jacks off to videos of you moaning his name. he imagines it were your fingers wrapped around himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

like mentioned previously, oscar loves to tie your ass up, making you whimper and cum several times over before he even thinks about himself.

other than rigging, oscar loves some good food play, like eating whipped cream or something sweet from your tits until you beg for his dick.

l = location (favorite place to have sex!)

he is utterly addicted to fucking you in the car. he loves it when you think you’re the boss and drive him around town. even after you scraped another car trying to park (totally the other car’s fault), he still ate you out, reassuring you that he can afford to fix a little mistake like yours.

extra points if he gets you to suck his dick while he drives. he saw you cum in your panties one time just from sucking him off, and he found it really hot, but he knows you’d be so embarrassed if he ever found out, so he never said anything about it.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

absolutely anything to do with your tits turns him on. if you’re in the pool or it’s cold and your nipples become prominent—boom! he’s bricked up. if you spill something on your shirt and you try to clean it up with a napkin—you guessed it! man’s bricked up!

he also fucking loves it when you’re a brat, even though it seems otherwise. when you stick your tongue out at him, all he can think about is that tongue getting forced down your throat by his dick. it’s obvious because his cheeks turn red.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn off’s)

oscar doesn’t fuck with blood play or any cutting of the skin for that matter. it’s inconvenient as he trains daily and can’t afford injuries.

he also doesn’t really enjoy being dommed for a whole week. he’s got to have at least 60% control in the bedroom for him to be happy.

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

oscar loves driving you insane with his tongue on your pussy, eating you out how he knows you like it, but he honestly loves it more when you suck him off. it’s just a power thing, and you don’t complain because it also turns you on. ( ^ω^)

he doesn’t mind how good or bad you are at blowjobs. as long as you’re putting in the effort, this man is bound to cum.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

oscar leans more on the slow side just because he wants to torture you and show you who’s in control. every now and then when you’ve proven your worth he’ll go fast and rough the way you like it, because, at the end of the day, he’s whipped for you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oh my god i just know oscar has a quickie before every race to calm his nerves down. if he doesn’t listen to music beforehand he has to chill out in some other way, no? usually he prefers you sucking his dick off in the family bathroom before hopping in the f1 car, but when he doesn’t have you, he makes due with his hands ＞﹏＜ (though he swears he preforms better after a blowjob from you).

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

your man loves risking being caught while fucking you because he simply doesn’t give a fuck. he personally thinks the chance of getting caught makes the whole situation hotter, and loves covering your moans with wet kisses.

to experiment with non-vanilla type sex, he’s more than happy to do so. he really doesn’t mind trying new things, because baby knows what to fall back on if you’re not getting the pleasure you deserve. (>‿◠)

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oscar can go for as long as you need. when he has the time, he loves to overstimulate you until you’re near passing out. all of the training he’s done is more than enough to fuck you hard like you want it!

t = toys (do they own toys and use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

due to his busy schedule, baby has a toy that he knows will get him off quick and take away the horniness for at least a few hours. for himself, he’s never really adventured into the world of sex toys, preferring his hands or basic toy.

when he met you, though, he started purchasing all sorts of gadgets just to drive you crazy. his favorite one to use on you is the vibrator with a suction cup that attaches to the ground. he makes you ride it and cum all over it, stroking himself at the erotic scene before fucking you hard with his own dick, making you say that his is better.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

like mentioned previously, oscar teases you endlessly, mainly just to show you who’s the boss. you’re just so cute under his lengthy fingers; who wouldn’t tease you a bit?

v = volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make? etc.)

oh god oscar lets it all out when he’s fucking your pussy. after a day of dealing with the press and holding in all of the rude comebacks he could’ve made to the reporters, oscar needs to let off his steam vocally. he groans and tells you dirty things, calling you his slut, not bothering to keep his volume down for the neighboring hotel rooms. frankly, he finds it a bit funny for them to have to hear all of his sounds.

bonus points if he can make you scream cutely as well! ≧ω≦

w = wild card (a random head canon for the person)

“mmph, fuckkk oscarrrr, feels sooo goood,” you moan with your eyes closed, focused on riding his nose while his tongue did magic to your clit. oscar just hummed in response, the vibrations going right to your core. at first you were a bit worried in case you happened to suffocate your man, but thankfully, the worry dissipated and you were riding your high, oscar with his hands on your thighs. “so fucking hot,” he’d grumble from under you, making you ride his face even faster. when you were close, oscar made sure to tug you down so he could fuck you good with his tongue, lewd noises echoing in the room.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on beneath the clothes)

wow your mans is packing. oscar acts chill but that’s because he’s able to be so confident with his figure! there’s no reason to be insecure because baby is packing, and he knows it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his is quite average, or if anything, below average. he’s learned how to resist his urges when training, and for that reason, only really gets hot and bothered when he sees you! ~>_<~ as long as you’re nearby, all he can think about is that pretty body of yours!

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

oscar falls asleep rather quickly because he knows he’ll be able to have you all to himself the day after. he knows you’re loyal to him and you’ll also want to spend some quality time with him. you’re his safe space, so naturally, he falls asleep around you! *^_^*

notes:

omg i wrote a whole fxcking report on this man’s sex habits holy sh!t. i wish i could write essays like how i write smut. =_=

but yes, hope you enjoyed reading! <3 who should i do next?

[harleywarley18]

God of prophecy, music, and plague 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I was supposed to post this Sunday but got caught up with stuff so here's a midnight rundown on my relationship to Apollo ;-;

Apollo began showing up around a month after I began my worship to Aphrodite. I was afraid at first. Not of him, but of the idea of worshipping another deity. In the past, I had only ever worshipped one at a time. As a neurodivergent person I was also afraid that my relationship to Aphrodite was just a hyperfixation since I had been playing Hades a lot.

The thought of worshipping Apollo only further worried me. I wanted to assure Aphrodite that she wasn't;t a mere hyperfixation and that she would not be forgotten. The first time I tried to communicate with Apollo via tarot cards, Aphrodite showed up instead and voiced her concerns.

She was afraid that I'd abandon her and forget about her. I knew where this was coming from because I had told her about Hades. Early 2023 I had begun worshipping Hades but after about a month and a half it became too much for me to continue and I kind of just stopped my worship and never went back. I had felt so bad but worship can be so draining sometimes.

Anyways, after reassuring Aphrodite many times I believed I had the okay to begin doing proper research on Apollo before reaching out to him. What interested me about him is his Lo'xias epithet, meaning god of prophecy or messenger of Zeus. I was so drawn to it because throughout my entire life I have always had crazy intuition and predictions.

At first I chalked up to the fact that I'm autistic and can recognize patterns really well. Specifically, I take "data" I've collected about a situation or people and use it to make predictions about what will happen or what they'll do. But, too often did I predict something and it actually happened in a scarily accurate manner. There have been multiple times that it's felt as though I've actually spoken things into existence. For example, while I was ranting to my sister about someone who had talked major shit about me and I said that (for the sake of privacy I will not describe what I said) this specific scenario was going to happen to them. I said it out of anger and in passing but that very weekend exactly the thing that I said would happen to them HAPPENED.

With tarot cards, especially, my readings are always insanely accurate. Even my sister, who is not a believer in anything that I do, is wary about my readings because she knows that whatever the cards say will happen will actually happen. Furthermore, when I first moved to college I had visited a metaphysical store with my cousin and there the owner overheard me say that it had been so long since I had really done tarot that I probably couldn't ever do it again. And she said to me "tarot reading is like riding a bike, you learn once and never forget. She then brought out her own personal oracle cards and had me do a reading on her and her husband. She wanted me to use the cards to tell them who they are. According to them, everything I had said was more than true.

With Apollo, I thought I could use his help to groom and cultivate this proclivity of mine.

After having properly reached out to him, I've come to the realization that I love more than just his prophetic aspect. I stated in my previous post that I had been struggling due to a situation that occurred earlier in the school semester. Even when I was back home, I was struggling with panic attacks and bouts of major anxiety. What always helped, however, was taking my dogs out on their walk and feeling Apollo's rays of sunshine beaming down on me.

Every single time I stepped out of the house-heart racing, hands shaking, ears ringing-suddenly it would all melt away into nothingness the second I felt the sun on my face, enveloping my person, weaving its heat through my curls and over my ears. Even if it had been storming, when the time came to walk the dogs, the sky would magically become clear enough to allow the sun to shine through.

Eventually, I started keeping the tarot cards I dedicated to Apollo under my pillow and asking him to visit me in my dreams. The first night I saw a beautiful, swirling ball of light above my bed, with orange and yellow flares coming out of it. The second night, however, I woke up in a dream. I was in the back of this van sitting next to this man. He looked young with beautiful, black curls. He had his arm wrapped around me and my head rested on his shoulder.

I remember him feeling so warm. He felt like home. He felt like snuggling up under the covers in a cold room. And I just lay there, hands holding his, watching the scenery of the drive we were on. I woke up that morning with the sun shining on my face, clearly attempting to wake me up.

I've heard a lot of people say that Apollo feels like a golden retriever boyfriend of nice frat boy. And while I respect that everyone's experiences with deities is different, Apollo to me feels like some guardian. Maybe an older brother or a father or an uncle. I think people expect Apollo to be boyish and naive because he's always been described as a young thing. We forget that he is just as wise, if not more, as his cousins and aunts and uncles.

Praise Apollo, averter of evil, dark-haired, messenger of zeus!

[hotluncheddie]

omg I didn't realize you wanted chubby steddie asks 🙈

as much as we love the babygirlification of Steve Harrington..... I'm obsessed with boyish manly Steve who is chubby and Eddie is obsessed with him!!!! I'm thinking about your one fic with the sweaty tank top!!!!! do you have more thoughts on this??

yesssssss!!! anon yes yesssssssss!!!!!

not me being like 'yeah! sweaty task top fic nice nice' then realising i have like three different posts that have Steve in a sweaty tank top lol

thankfully @scoops-aboy86 came in clutch with a new tank top sciario <3 (and held my hand thru writing the end lmao ty pal)

but i just love an ex jock trope, i love bulk under muscle and i think big beefy hairy guys are hot - and Steve harrington deserves to be all of that, and more

and also, importantly, eddie munson deserves to have all of that too, in and around him, all the time, in the form of Steve Harrington.

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Eddie had come to accept the wealth of things he could be into, the actual buffet of people and scenarios that could get his dick hard. He's had more than his fair share of knuckle biting orgasms over the ex chief of police Jim Hopper. Before and, maybe worse, after getting to know him.

So he knew what it was to have something of a shame wank. To enjoy a moustache or two and a paunch at a middle.

But nothing, no deep seated daddy issues or fantasy of being held down, could ever prepare him for Steve Harrington.

Post upside down, post eventual college and transition to work. Post two bed apartment with Robin, then two bed apartment with Robin and Eddie. Then actual full blow house with Eddie, and more often than not weekend guest Robin. Dating Steve for as long as has was one thing, loving Steve with everything he had was another, and being loved by Steve was something he still had nights of panic about - silent tears as fear and self doubt gripped his throat, nightmares about it all being an elaborate prank that sneak their way in even with Steves arms wrapped tight around his middle.

but Eddie had him.

Was allowed to love him, and worship Steve for all that he was worth. It was wonderful. Eddie knew that.

But it had its challenges. Nothing past Eddie could've done would help current Eddie for what he was in for.

Like how Steve had bulked up over the years, settled and filled out in a way that made those visions of Hopper, and guys from bars he really shouldn't have been at, all come surging back.

Steve was thick, and strong and still so achingly beautiful. Boyish in his actions at times but also protective and capable in a way that made Eddie swoon. Honest to god. Made him feel like a main character in one of those bodice ripper books he had seen (taken out and read) at the library.

And then Steve made it worse.

So so so much worse.

Because Steve went and got a tattoo.

Well, another tattoo. He added roses to go along with the robin and branch on his arm, adding to its greenery with red petals and thorns that Eddie knew were secretly for him. He’d said, offhandedly, that they were his favourite and he knows, because he knows Steve, that thats something he'd listen to and remember.

He’s a die hard romantic.

And now Eddie is going to die, hard.

Soon, if Steve doesn't put a proper fucking shirt on.

Steves been wearing his stupid, old, cropped, white tank top since the appointment. He's "letting the tattoo breathe", "doesn't like the feeling of the healing skin against the fabric", "wants to do it properly". "hates Eddie and wants him to die of hard dick, big-fat-ball disease."

He glares at Steve from the other end of the couch, and maybe only three of those things are something Steve's actually said, but, he thought them. All of them. Must have.

Because Steve's tank is so old it's nearly see through, the peak of his pink nipple evident and distracting. The cropped end keeps rolling up and exposing his wider bellybutton and soft sides. And, as always, with any tank top, with any tank top on Steve, hit tits are there - hairy and lovely and out.

'Steve, please.' Eddie whines, he doesn't think he can take much more.

Steve just raises his eyebrows, taking a swig of beer and not looking away from the tv. 'If I sweat too much, it'll mess with the healing.' He says.

Eddie just crosses his arms, sinks lower into the couch. ‘Can you put on a normal shirt at least? For my sanity, for that alone, please?' Not wanting to sound desperate, but he is desperate.

Steve sighs, muting the TV. 'C'mere.' He holds his arms out and Eddie crawls into his lap. Still sulking, arms still crossed. ‘Eddie, you’re the one who gave me the tattoo. I’m following your instructions.’ Steve says gently.

‘M’firing Robin for getting you to sign the info form.’ He grumbles.

Steve smiles at him, tucking some hair behind his ears. ‘You can’t fire her for doing her job baby.’

‘Maybe not’ Eddie sniffs. ‘But I’m not sharing my baby blue ink with her next time she gets one of her slutty little lady sailor pin ups booked in.’ He mumbles to himself.

Steve pulls Eddie in closer, hands on his waist as he leans in to whisper in Eddies ear. 'Aren't I being so good though? Following what you said, no strenuous activity for two days right?' His voice a little breathy, soft.

And that makes Eddie pause, makes his insides churn and his heart rate increase. 'Ye-yeah.' He rasps, eyes wide. 'So good Stevie.'

'So we have to wait until tomorrow, like you said, yeah?' Steve asks, eyes all big and sweet, lips in a little pouty.

Fuck. He's right. Eddie dug his own grave.

'Yeah.' He sighs. He can do it, for Steve.

Steve smiles sweetly at him, tapping Eddie on the ass and shifting him closer so Steve can unmute the tv and keep watching his game. 'Good boy.' Steve says, kissing Eddies temple.

…Wait. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows, half hard and confused.

But Steve just holds him closer. Eddie buries his head in Steve's neck, and whines.

[bradshawsbitch]

mess w/ roommate!bradley 😵‍💫😵‍💫 for blurbs:)

oof, okay we're starting off on a roommate spree here folks! i love it so much. I tweaked it a little bit because I'm just such a slut sap for first times 🥹

[ MESS ]  our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex,  but sender starts to finger receiver. 

warnings; female reader, afab!reader, roommates to lovers, smut 18+, fingering, masturbation, tit worship, thigh grinding, pet names

word count; 2.4K (did you say blurb?! god damn it I have a problem)

tagging some people; @roosterforme @mak-32 @lt-bradshaw @roleycoleyreccenter

"Bradley." you tried to keep your voice stern, shoulders squared, and eyes blazing with the power of every woman who had ever cleaned in her entire life. "We need to have a conversation."

"Alright, what's up, tiny?" Bradley looked up from the paper he was reading, the nickname he'd given you did nothing to alleviate the frustration you felt with your roommate. You weren't tiny, you were actually on the taller spectrum of it all, according to you. But not to chicken man.

"Have you--" you had to cut yourself off, taking a deep breath to make sure you didn't accidentally hurt any feelings here. "Has anyone ever taught you how to properly clean a bathroom? Because I distinctly remember that we said yesterday that I would take the kitchen, and you would take the bathroom." Bradley had skirted that particular chore one too many times.

"I don't follow," Bradley furrowed his brows and put his paper down beside him.

"There's still your tiny facial hair remnants in the sink! And don't get me started on the shower! Did you even scrub the shower walls?" Bradley blinked at you. There truly was nothing behind those big brown eyes, huh? Just sawdust and jet fuel.

"Tell me who to contact to file a complaint about your lack of cleaning knowledge." you put your hand on one hip, unfortunately taking the well known stance of a woman scorned.

Bradley licked his lips before looking down at his lap. You thought you knew what might come next. As he looked up, there was a perfect iteration of a hurt expression on his face, those same brown eyes now misty and puppy-like.

"My mom--"

"Oh, for fuck's sake Bradshaw, you already pulled that card this week. Ain't no excuses for being in your mid thirties and not knowing how to clean your own damn bathroom!" try to get out of that one huh, feminist king. See how you'll chicken your way out of that.

You figured Bradley might take offense, or at least start arguing with you. He'd been well known for his short fuse. To your great surprise, those big eyes that had just been misty widened initially in shock at your brusque statement, before his head tipped back and a roaring laughter eased from his throat.

"Oh god, tiny - you're just perfect, aren't you? You're right. I should know better," he now moved to stand, mirth playing in his eyes as he took a few steps forward until he - to your great annoyance - towered over you.

"I know this is not supposed to be your job then," he murmured softly, using his hand to make your stubborn gaze meet his "but would you be so kind as to show me your preference in making our bathroom squeaky clean then, doll?" he was smirking now.

God damn naval aviator knew he was hot. It irked you that you could not say that he didn't affect you. His little pet names, his stupid broad shoulders, his ridiculous sun kissed skin, the way he always smelled so good the way he--

"C'mon tiny, we got a tight schedule now!" Bradley called you out of your dazed state, and you huffed as you followed him towards your spacious shared bathroom.

"Alright, sweets, talk to me." He talked as if you were his god damn backseater, trying to blow up the enemy toilet. "What's the first step?"

Rolling your eyes, you started to peel off your socks and shorts. "Tiny!" Bradley's eyes went wide before he averted his gaze promptly.

"Oh, c'mon, Bradshaw, don't tell me you're in your mid thirties and have yet to see a woman in underwear," you smirked "I'm gonna walk you through a deep cleaning. Don't want to ruin my clothes. Tends to get a little wet,"

If Rooster's lips wobbled at your use of the word 'wet', you chose to ignore his childish quirk.

"But if you want to ruin your Grateful Dead shirt by getting cleaning shit on it, fine by me," you shrugged before ridding yourself of your top, leaving you in a matching black panty and bra set. They were plain, nothing sexy about them at all.

Swiftly pulling out the cleaning supplies, you started ordering your roommate around the bathroom as the two of you started to hose down the room. You hadn't made it far in your mission to scrub the sink before you felt a spray of water against your back.

Turning around, you were met by a mischievous looking Bradley, the shower head pointed straight at you. If looks could kill, you're sure Bradley would have a paper cut by now. Maybe a bruise.

"Rooster!" you tried sounding stern, but it came out more as a tired whine. "Hey, I'm sorry, Tiny - c'mere!" Bradley must've sensed you were starting to get fed up, because he opened his arms to you. Stupid naked, muscly chest looking inviting and warm as hell. You stepped into the shower, wrapping your arms around Bradley's waist as he maneouvered the shower head back into it's position on the wall.

It seemed like neither of you cared that the warm water was now washing over the both of you, your underwear becoming soaked. You'd always wondered what it would be like to shower with your roommate, but you never envisioned this scenario. In your scenario there were even less clothing, and much more moaning.

It wasn't always easy, breezy (but definitely beautiful) living with Bradley - in spite of the fact that he lacked competence in bathroom cleaning, he made up for it in every other aspect of householding and in his caring nature.

"This feels good, Tiny," Bradley murmured against the top of your head as he held you. "Told you it'd get wet," you mumbled against his skin, your lips currently smushed against his sternum. You could feel his chest rumbling as he chuckled, his large hands leaving their safe spot in your embrace. They started gently caressing your sides, before one hand again found it's place on your chin - tilting your head softly upwards.

Looking into Rooster's brown eyes, there was no twinkle of mischief left, nor confusion or mistyness - you weren't quite sure what this look was. As his other palm cradled your jaw and a portion of your neck, it dawned on you. Before you could name the emotion, Bradley's lips were upon yours in a wet kiss.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as if he was giving you the option to either engage or leave. A soft noise left your throat as you pushed up on your toes, wanting to feel more of him. The grip he had had on your chin eased, that hand moving to grip at your hip to keep your body steadily pressed against his.

"Wanted to feel you like this for fuckin' ever, Tiny," Bradley groaned as you took a gasping breath, his lips kissing down your throat. "Bradley--" you whined, eyes fluttering shut as his skilled hand rubbed at your ribs, slowly inching up towards the underside of your breasts.

"Is this okay, doll?" he breathed against your ear, his mustache tickling slightly against your earlobe.

"So okay, Rooster - oh god," you moaned softly as his thumb graced the swell of your breast, applying just enough pressure to send anticipatory waves of pleasure rolling through you.

"Please, I-- more," you whimpered, your hands tangling into Rooster's damp locks, tugging slightly - eliciting a rough groan from him. "More of what, doll? Tell me," his voice was husky against your throat as he switched sides, tongue soothing where his teeth nipped and his lips latched on to suck marks onto your soft skin.

"You-- Please!" his hand was still teasing the underside of your breasts, and you were squirming against his warm body, trying to make him fucking grab them already. You needed his hands on you.

"Words, sweetheart," he sounded pleased, a smile forming against your skin. Yanking his hair a little harsher, you licked your lips as the water cascaded down Rooster's well muscled upper body.

"I need your hands on my fucking tits, Bradley," you commanded, a certain bite to your tone that had a moan rolling off of Bradley's parted lips. Your words seemed to have triggered something in your roommate, because he promptly pressed you against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Not before his one hand had swiftly undone the clasp of your bra, flinging the wet garment to the floor.

"Such lovely fucking tits," Bradley groaned, eyes transfixed on your naked breasts as his large hands covered them, his fingers squeezing and kneading in unison. Letting your head fall back against the wall, you let out a long, relieved moan at the stimulation. Bradley whispered out a breathless 'Fuck' as his thumbs rolled over your nipples, taking in how well the soft flesh looked squeezed in his hands.

"Fuckin' dreamt of these tits for so fucking long," Bradley confessed, leaning down to let his warm tongue circle over the now pert nipples. "Wanted to hold them, lick them, suck them-" at the last word he let his lips enclose around your nipple to suck, making you cry out - the sound echoing over the sound of rushing water.

"Fuck them," Bradley growled as he put more pressure into his kneading movements. At this he looked into your eyes, pressing his body up against yours, his thigh slotted between your slightly parted legs.

"Bradley," you whimpered, not in a state of mind to say much else, and the fire it ignited within those brown eyes had you whining in pleasure again, his thigh pressing against your clothed core. "Wanted to make you mine for so fucking long," Rooster continued, letting his lips meet yours for a hard kiss.

"God, make me yours, Rooster," you whined, grinding down against his large thigh, needing the heat he'd started in you satiated.

"Fuck, Tiny!" he rutted his pelvis against your own thigh, and you could feel how hard he was against you.

"C'mon baby, tell me what you need," your roommate murmured before he once again leaned down to lick and suck at your breasts, relishing in finally getting to drown in their supple flesh.

Who knew Bradley was a tits man?

"Need your hands," they were everywhere and nowhere all at once, you needed them to bring you more pleasure.

"Need my hands, hm? D'you need them here, sweets - is that it?" his left palm had left it's perch on your breast, reaching between your bodies to cup against your soaked pussy. A soft mewl left your parted lips as you nodded fervently.

"Yes! Please, Bradley," you were practically begging for him now, but you found you didn't care.

"Sweet girl... fuck - I'll take care of you," Bradley's voice sounded a little wrecked as his fingers slid underneath the soaked cotton of your panties, his fingers rubbing against your core. Lifting your leg, you held it against Bradley's thigh to give him easier access, your hands gripping on to his shoulders as he let his cupped hand, two middle fingers, glide through your folds over and over again.

At the sensation of one of his fingers slipping into your welcoming heat, you let out a gasp - tightly followed by a moan. Fuck, even his fingers were big. Your hips started moving on their own accord, slowly swivelling against Bradley's hand. His other hand had begun pushing at his wet underwear, only managing to pull them to rest past his hips - successfully freeing his hard cock.

"You drive me crazy, Tiny - I've heard you touch yourself through the walls for so fucking long. Your little gasps and moans," he groaned, adding another finger to your hole, fucking them slowly in and out of you as the heel of his thumb dragged against your clit.

"You know why I call you Tiny, baby?" you shook your head, delirious with pleasure as you noticed Bradley had wrapped his other hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, the thick tip of him rubbing slightly against your abdomen.

"'Cause of your tiny fucking gorgeous moans as you try to keep quiet," Rooster moaned loudly as he pressed his cock harder into your skin for friction "Try to keep from moaning my name, huh?"

Nodding your head, you were properly grinding down onto Bradley's fingers now, fucking yourself against his palm as you bit your lip. "Yes, Bradley! I thought of you," you whined out, finally opening your eyes to look at him, soft moans and gaspy breaths rolling from your parted lips onto his as he pressed his forehead onto your.

"You gonna cum for me, Tiny? Gonna moan my name as you fuck yourself on my fingers?" brows pinched together, nodding against his forehead, small mewls and moans left you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his fingers meeting your bucking hips as they curved inside of you. The sound of him fisting his cock against your skin adding to the sensuality of it all.

"Bradley," his name was a drawn out moan "I'm gonna cum so hard on your fingers," you mewled out, pressing your tits against his hard chest. He didn't speed up his movements at your warning, but kept the pace and angle at the almost exact position of where they had been when you uttered the words.

"Cum for me." Bradley spoke against your lips "Look at me." he commanded, brown eyes meeting yours as you gasped, hips grinding hard against the palm of his hand before you let out a tiny moan of his name, euphoria washing over you as your body convulsed from the pleasure your roommate was giving you.

Bradley let out a soft curse, his fingers still fucking into you as he moaned your name, hips stuttering as he fucked his own hand too, his cum coating your hips and thighs as he shot his load over you. Slowly easing his two fingers out of you, you whimpered at the sensitivity, letting your arms wind around his neck as you buried your face in his skin.

"Bradley..." you voice was small, and his strong arms circled around your waist, hands resting on your ribs as he held you. "S'okay Tiny, I've got you," he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"I've got you," he repeated, softly caressing your skin.

"We're gonna have to clean this up..."

[rainba]

Thank you for always doing my requests! It means a lot to me!

I had more ideas that you can answer on your free time when not answering any other questions.

1. I’m imagining the reader as some type of god/goddess, so how would they react? (I bet that Kairos would be their most loyal worshipper 🛐)

2. Reader being a criminal (Serial killer, robbed a bank, etc)

And finally 3. If the reader has depression or is suicidal (I asked this because I suffer from some bad depression and suicidal thoughts as well 😢😭)

Sorry for always asking stupid requests but I hope you enjoy writing about them!

-🇰🇷 anon

It’s no problem! Thank you for sending them 🇰🇷 anon!~ (*ﾉωﾉ) All of these prompts/questions are very interesting...

I hope I answered them properly!!! >_<

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(Also, on a more serious note, I'm glad that you're alive and still here, anon! I might not know you personally, but I sincerely hope that things get better for you soon! Life will always get better in the end; you have to believe that it will. Always keep moving forward. I wish nothing but the best for you.) ღ

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GN reader!

TWs: depression, suicidal ideations, toxic behaviors, dark content all around, yanderes

Darling as some type of god/goddess.

You’re absolutely right about Kairos being the most loyal worshipper. He would take his role as a follower very, very seriously. Praying to you both day and night, offering his mind and body to you, giving you sacrifices, researching and studying every single detail about you, and so much more. It's his life's purpose to worship you!

If you were a god/goddess, Kairos wouldn’t hesitate to tattoo your religious symbol(s) onto his body. He would make it known to everyone that he is your most devoted worshipper, and that nobody else is as loyal as he is! (シ_ _)シ

As for Luka, he would be absolutely thrilled about his darling being some type of god/goddess. He, too, would be an extremely loyal worshipper– and he’d be far from an innocent one. To him, everyone who doesn’t worship you is less than human, and he treats all non-believers as such. Day in and day out, he would work to make sure that people put respect on your name. Much like Kairos, he would also get multiple tattoos that symbolizes your divinity– and he’d proudly show it off. ( ´ ꒳ ` )

Oh, also, he’d be dead set on catching your attention, if it's possible. While he wants everyone to worship you, he wants you to recognize only him and his devotion. The harder he works and the more he sacrifices, the more he expects you to reward him. So… Be a good god/goddess, and give him just a small taste of what he wants. ~ (=`ω´=)

2. Darling being a criminal.

One thing is for certain with this one: they would both be enablers. o(>< )o

Kairos won’t tell a single soul about what you’ve done…! All of your secrets are safe with him– nobody could waterboard the information out of him, even if they tried. While your behavior may not be the best, Kairos knows that his behaviors aren’t that much better. ^^;

Also…

His darling being a criminal would kind of turn him on...! You’re so dangerous, so wild, not even the law can stop you from doing what you want! It sends intense shivers down his spine.

With Luka, he just really has the tendency to want to blackmail you in a lot of situations… So, with you being a criminal, he would use your crimes as blackmail.~ (￣ ￣|||)

You don’t want the police to find out about what you’ve done, do you? Luka has all the evidence right in the palm of his hands. If he wanted to, he could waltz on down to the police station and have you imprisoned. So… You best do what he asks you to do~ 

...But, of course, he wouldn’t actually snitch. Not in a million years. He just likes to see you squirming under the shadow of his threats. If you call him out on his bluff, he will stop using your crimes as blackmail. ^^;;;;;;;

Also, if you need a partner in crime, he’d be willing to join you. Ღ

You need someone to wait outside of the store while you go inside and rob it? He'll wait outside for you on his motorcycle. Just hop on the back when you're done robbing the place, and the two of you will always manage to escape. ♡ ～('▽^人)

3. Darling who has depression/suicidal ideations.

Hearing that you have depression would, honestly, make Kairos equally depressed. He understands your feelings– and all he wants to do is stay by your side and help you through your dark times. If you want to lay in bed all day? That’s okay… He can lay in bed and cuddle with you, if you want him to. He’ll also always offer to let you sleep in his bed– he wants to make sure that you’re never alone. He wants to be there to comfort you when you cry.

Kairos wouldn’t really know what to do about your suicidal thoughts, though. All he would say is that you don’t have to be afraid to tell him– he’ll never judge you for anything. Before he met you, Kairos was also extremely suicidal, unsure of what he wants to do in life, unsure if his pathetic life is even worth living.

However, you simply existing gave him a reason to live– you breathed life into his soul, you showed him that he’s capable of love and that he needs to keep going…! If he can help you find a reason to live, too, then that’s exactly what he’ll do. He’ll stop at nothing.

Luka’s approach to a darling with depression is… A little rockier. He understands that you have no motivation– he understands that it’s incredibly hard to wake up in the mornings and hard to go to bed at night. Life itself feels so grey and dull, hardly anything makes you happy anymore…

Luka knows this, so he becomes determined to help add some color back into your bleak world. Luka will always be sure to make you the best of breakfasts every morning; breakfasts packed full of good nutrition. He'll walk up to you and give you a fresh plate of food, then he’d sit beside you and touch up your hair while you eat.

After that, he’d basically make you go on a walk with him– because fresh air is said to be really good at helping with depression! He read that somewhere online. If you really don’t feel like walking, though, he’d ask you to at least sit outside on his front porch with him, just to get some fresh air.

However... There may be times where he gets somewhat frustrated. If you refuse his food, refuse to go outside, refuse to do anything at all, he’ll become very upset. At first, he’d be upset at you– his ears falling flat as he grits his teeth, storming away and leaving you all alone in an empty bedroom while he goes to clear his thoughts. After a while, though, he’d realize that he shouldn’t be mad at you. He should be mad at the depression itself…

None of this is your fault.

When some time has passed, he’ll come back to where you are, and he’ll apologize. Luka will then slide behind you and try to cuddle up with you, not saying a single thing. Sometimes a comforting silence is worth more than words, anyways.

But for the suicidal thoughts, Luka really wouldn’t be able to understand. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel that way– he’s never felt suicidal himself, and he’s never met somebody who's felt such things before. He does even more research online, tries to find ways to help you cope, and reassures you that he’ll listen to you at the very least.

Luka would end up monitoring your every move, truly making sure you don’t attempt anything. Luka, ultimately, just wants what’s best for you, and he yearns to keep you around for the rest of his life. Luka will set aside his ego and all of his little games in order to see you happy and healthy.

[moved-to-mettatonsbestie]

You know what. I DO wanna know about the religious imagery with Mettaton. Tell me all about it *laying on my chest kicking my feet up in the air*

@therowansweeps @mtt-brand-idiot

Let us start with his name. Remember that majority of the names in Undertale/Deltarune are very particular, whether it be for a funny joke or something with a dual meaning (ex: Toriel is just Tutorial, Undyne being Undying, etc). The etymology is rather important with characters, and Mettaton is certainly no exception. His name is most likely derived from the angel Metatron, found in Judaism, Christianity and Islam. He was one of the only two humans to attain Heaven in the form of an angel, he was originally a righteous man named Enoch who was gifted with the form of an angel by God once he died. Now, the names being similar could very well be a coincidence, but one must also take note of the fact that Metatron is transliterated as MTT in Greek; which is too much of a coincidence to not be intentional.

So... his name is taken from an angel, which is already an allusion to the notion of deities and religion. Furthermore, this angel in particular is a rather interesting candidate to be compared with Mettaton... Both of these figures were something else entirely before they obtained their true forms, and changed their name along the way. They have even further parallels when you look at the name's meaning and Mettaton's actions. Metatron is most likely derived from the verb memater, which means to guard or protect; very striking when one considers the fact that Mettaton is very much a protector in Genocide/No Mercy Route; he quite literally gives his life to protect the Underground, as a guardian angel would do.

Furthermore, he is quite literally a celebrity, an idol. He even says it himself, he is the idol everyone craves. This is a double entendre, referring to him being a celebrity or figure to look up to, or a literal deity. Deities are all considered idols, they are to be worshipped; the very notion is entirely what his character is about. He loses his humanity, he is no longer a person. Hell, he is not even seen as alive, in his quest to be the true idol for humanity and monsterkind. He is worshipped and adored, yet is it genuine? Do the people know and love the real him? No. He is the heater, the Underground's sexiest rectangle, he is seen as just a robot. He is complacent in this, yet to hide his past and help Alphys he gave his humanity away.

It is a rather cruel twist on the story of Metatron actually... Metatron was given a wonderful gift by his creator, God gave him immortality and the blessing of being truly holy. This transformation into something else was divine, yet the same cannot be said about Mettaton. He was given the body of his dreams, yet it will never come without a terrible cost. His humanity and agency was given away, he even got used for functions he would be completely against; such as his creator giving him human eradication functions to "make him more useful", something the human loving ghost would never agree to until the last possible moments in a Pacifist run. Regardless, Mettaton falls into both the categories of being the idol and being God's pawn, which is rather interesting.

And of course... he is not without true fans either, take Spamton for example. Spamton supposedly spent all of his time praying to an artifact, the very machine that created NEO; which evidently has direct ties towards Mettaton NEO. I honestly never played the Spamton NEO fight yet, so I cannot comment too much on it, however Mettaton is quite literally an overworld being being unknowingly worshipped and prayed to by someone who resides below; this blind faith being found in every religion.

So yeah... Whether it was directly intentional or not, Mettaton as a whole has a decent amount of religious imagery and themes with his character that it becomes rather important to properly dissect him fully. I barely remember writing any of this, he probably possessed me and made me write this.

[salemcantupdate]

Ok

Baldurs Gate shipping and who I am actively in love with

SO, currently romancing Gale because Astarion rejected me, full one said “I don’t wanna have sex with you, UGH, EW, imagine.” But Gale is so cute??? I don’t get whenever I see hate for him, especially cause we had astral projection sex which was absolutely fantastic. Wyll kissed me but I said “haha nah Gale” and I think I accidentally romanced Karlach??? I don’t know. Oh I also hugged the Guardian love him.

Now for shipping

SHADOWHEART AND LAE’ZEL IS SO FUCKING REAL TO ME OH MY GOD THEY GOTTA GET DOWN RIGHT NOW

They ARE rivals to lovers

Wyll and Karlach… they’re best friends. I’m sorry but all the women look like absolutely lesbians to me and I love that for them

But Wyll is so sweet and so cute and I do adore him, he’s so fun, but I built him so badly haha. Anyways, he is a WHORE, he flirts with EVERYONE, SLUT BOY, and he needs a happy ending. Don’t know with who though. And Karlach needs a short woman to peg.

Astarion is 100% asexual and I love him cause he’s just like me frfr which means he needs to be with me and only me. But also genuinely I think Astarion can only be happy with a redeemed Durge??? Like I think that’s the best path for him. Two monsters learning to be good together… GAH ITS SO CUTE. Either way, he’d need to be with someone who isn’t overly horny

Also once again I absolutely adore Gale. Gale is so good and so loving and he also absolutely loves body worship like he is hozier he was on his knees and worshipping his Goddess Mystra, loving her and now HE CHOOSES YOU IN HIS ROMANCE. HE BDKDCJKWHCISJDKWJD. I love him, so who should he be with? He’s more on the basic side overall, easy to get approval from, but also extremely romantic and loving, and autistic just like me frfr. So… actually maybe Wyll??? Wyll has some self worth issues especially after going all devil and Wyll is also a romantic? But ehhh… I dunno, it just doesn’t feel right.

Anyways, Halsin. I love the daddy bear man like YES he is absolutely fantastic and I love him so so so so much I want him carnally. But also I can’t really see him with most people haha. Maybe Gale though, imagine the astral projection scene but then Halsin is a bear, that’d be hilarious. But nah, I honestly like Halsin/Astarion/Reformed Durge Throuple. Essentially, finishing Astarion’s personal quest before initiation with Halsin will ensure that Astarion doesn’t get any self doubt. They are all on different parts of their journey for improvement, both Halsin and Astarion have severe issues with self doubt along with sexual trauma, and all of them have a “beast” inside. Durge with the Urge, Astarion being a vampire, and Halsin with his difficult-to-control wild shape. Plus Halsin to me is one of the most respectful and consent-focused characters, which I think would work well with what Astarion needs.

Ok so I wanna ship Karlach with some cute bard girl or something, someone just as fun and nice as she is. And you know what? Wyll and Gale is starting to grow on me. They’re both characters who try to “woo” Tav before doing anything, Gale with the Weave and Wyll with his dance.

Imagine, Gale teaching Wyll the secrets of the weave, likely Wyll has never interacted with it properly as his magic comes from a devil. This could help unlock Wyll and on some level separate him from Mizora. Oh wow, both these men have been manipulated and abused by extremely powerful non-humanoid women. They’re both self sacrificing gits who want to be the hero, both sacrificed much for power. I think it would start when Mizora first appears in camp, maybe. Gale would go to comfort Wyll over the transformation, maybe even compliment his horns. During the night of celebration Gale would see Wyll by the beach and offer to show him something magical, aka the Weave scene. They make some jokes and Wyll mentions the dancing, Gale prods, and Wyll says maybe another time.

GAH

I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING GENIUS

Alright, so, summary

Lae’zel and Shadowheart

Karlach and cute girl (if Alfira survived Durge I’d choose her but oh well)

Durge, Astarion, and Halsin

Gale and Wyll

EDIT: This post is no longer accurate to my views or feelings on the matter! I will write another one eventually since I actually know the characters a lot better. This was legit written before I even got to act 2 and I barely did anything in act 1

[yandere-daze]

hey hi! is it okay to request hcs for yandere tatsumi x a reader who loooves drawing him? and how would he react? thank you!

Of course! Tatsumi is a wonderful character ^^ Now, it´s actually been a while since I last wrote something for enstars if I´m not mistaken, so I´m sorry if I´m a bit rusty!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, worshipping of reader, religious themes ( talks of god, comparing reader to an angel), brief mention of death and implied burial in the end (it´s not actually important to the story or something that actually happens. )

Yandere! Tatsumi reacting to a darling that loves drawing him

It´s no secret that Tatsumi greatly admires you and everything you do. He treasures every single smile you send his way, every word you speak to him. You are utterly divine in his eyes, an angel sent by god himself to walk this earth.

Oh how blessed he feels, being alive at the same time as you and being allowed to breathe the same air. There is no doubt in his mind that you are an angelic being deserving of praise and worship and so much more.

Everything you touch is a masterpiece, so Tatsumi is utterly enchanted when he sees you draw something for the very first time.

He hadn´t intended to walk in on you while you were deep within your creative process, he had simply meant to check up on you to make sure that you were feeling alright. And of course he had already started missing you after a short while of being away from you, but he vowed to restrain that part of himself.

Nevertheless, he had found you hard at work, staring at your work-in-progress in full concentration. He didn´t dare say anything, afraid that he might accidentally break your focus if you did.

No, whatever you were drawing deserved to be brought into this world in all its glory, ready to be admired by every person that happens to look upon it.

So Tatsumi took this rare opportunity to simply admire your form. What he adored most about you was certainly your personality, it´s what made him fall in love with you in the first place, but he would be a heathen to ignore how wonderful you looked as well.

To say he was surprised when he managed to catch a glance of the piece you were working on was an understatement.

You were drawing him.

It was unmistakable. At once, Tatsumi felt as if an arrow had shot right through his heart as he felt it wildly thumping in his chest. Oh how lovely you were, to dedicate this drawing to him of all people! What had he done to receive this great blessing? Your kindness truly knew no bounds!

Stuck in blissful reverie, Tatsumi promptly gathers his thought again and then slowly makes his way over to you with a gentle smile on his face, still utterly awestruck and full of love for you.

He had vowed to not interrupt you but seeing that you were drawing him, he felt obligated to properly praise and thank you for your work. It was truly moving!

Tatsumi really couldn´t believe his luck, he would be very flattered and encouraging if you were to ask him for his permission to keep drawing him. You know he could never deny you but especially not when you would do something so kind for him!

If you were to gift him your drawing, he would be beyond grateful and would make sure to cherish it as it deserves. He stores it somewhere in his room, either keeping it in a secret hidden box or proudly displaying it on his wall. He both wants to keep it safe but also display it for the entire work to see. Everyone should learn how truly divine and awe-inspiring you were!

But he´d still prefer to be your greatest worshipper in the end.

You wouldn´t really notice just what big of an effect your drawing had on Tatsumi, he was acting as he normally would, very level-headed and kind. Tatsumi was very low-key when it came to his yandere tendencies and rather abnormal worshipping of you.

All you see is a gentle and comforting man that´s always there to lend a helping hand should you ever need it. Someone you can rely on.

But to him, you were something so much more. The sole light in his life, the embodiment of all that is good in the world. And he would cherish you forevermore until the day his body would be buried within the earth you walk upon.

[vampyrslutton]

Spinaraki Week 2024 Day 1

Prompts Used:

Devotion~Game Over

Summary:

Spinner loses to Shigaraki playing video games and is more than okay with the penalty.

Ao3 Link:

Or below cut

Ao3 Tags:

Devotion, Body Worship, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner Has Two Penises, Dirty Talk, Double Penetration, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration in One Hole, Double Anal Penetration, Biting

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“Fuck! Spinner~!” Shigarki whines, actually whines and fuck, making the most feared villain in Japan make those sounds is always such an ego rush to Spinner and the perfect encouragement as he continues to worship between the leader’s legs. “Shit! You’re tongue! Ngnn~ There-Ah!”

Spinner lets out a clicking growl, removing his tongue from Shigaraki’s ass long enough to add another bite to already bruised thighs before wrapping his long tongue around Shigaraki’s cock to make him cry out and arch as gloved fingers pull pink hair and make Spinner moan.

Beautiful. 

So fucking beautiful. 

Red, hazy eyes squinting up at him through teary eyes, scarred and chapped lips parted with heavy breaths and needy sounds, hole flexing around his fingers, and deceptively strong legs squeezing his face. Lithe, toned body writhing on the sheets beneath him as Spinner lathes him in attention, more than happy to show his leader his devotion after ‘Game Over’ flashed across the screen, determined to bring Shigaraki to the same conclusion on his cocks. How could Spinner find the young villain anything other than the visage of a god, begging to be worshipped and revered?

“Close,” Shigaraki pants, moaning when Spinner makes his tongue squeeze around his cock before uncoiling it with a lewd slurp and teasing the slit with the tip. “Fuck, Spinner, please.”

Spinner growls again, lizard sense getting him drunk on the other’s taste and scent as he crooks his fingers while surging forward to devour moaning lips in a kiss that leaves them breathless as Shigaraki claws his back before the gecko villain even has his cocks in him. “Please, please, please, fuck, Spinner. Come on, I want you inside already. I won that round. I shouldn’t have to beg for my prize.”

Spinner chuckles, kissing chapped pouty lips with a smirk. “Of course, boss. My mistake,” he teases just to watch Shigaraki’s face scrunch in disgust. 

“Shut up, don’t call me that with your fingers in my ass,” Shigaraki snips before moaning when said fingers crook to make him see stars before he whines when they spread. “Spinner~!”

Spinner smirks, finally taking mercy as he deems the smaller man ready and removes his fingers while bathing scratching scars in attention, sucking and biting dark marks that his new dramatic coat is going to have trouble hiding as something rumbles in his brain. “Front or back?” He asks, knowing Shigaraki will understand he’s asking to bite him properly again. 

“Shit—mnnnn—if you’re going to make me look like a whore anyway, I might as well be a claimed one,” Shigaraki moans as his face tinges pink. “Front. There better be no question who I belong to,” he says, just as devoted to Spinner even if he’s unable to outright say it.

Shigaraki always has been better at showing than telling anyway, and Trumpet’s broken arm after Shigaraki heard what was said to Spinner is proof enough of that. 

Spinner croaks, manhandling Shigaraki onto all fours before pulling his head back by his hair and kissing Shigaraki deeply again as he lines his cocks up with the leader’s lube-sloppy hole and slowly sinks in with a groan, greedily swallowing Shigaraki’s choked-off moan. Shigaraki was never quite ready when they did this, but unless Spinner ties him up and overstimulates him, he ends up throwing a tantrum long before Spinner actually deems him ready. It’s a good thing Shigaraki gets off on the stretch and burn as proven by lines of damaged scales on Spinner’s back and multiple sets of ruined sheets before he finally got gloves, or Spinner would feel way too guilty to do this. 

As things are, however, Spinner curses as Shigaraki’s ass spasms and squeezes around his cocks and the young leader moans like a whore into his scaled mouth while clinging to the arm wrapped around his chest. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck~” Shigaraki moans. “Fuck, you’re so big. Both of them. Feels so fucking good. Fuck, Spinner,” he whines. “So full.”

Okay, so Shigaraki was more of a show rather than tell until he got a cock in him. Make it two, and you were going to need to gag him to keep him quiet, but given how Shigaraki was striking fear into new subordinates just this morning and is now moaning and begging so sweetly for Spinner’s cocks? Spinner lets out another clicking growl at the ego boost as he sinks in slowly, biting Shigarki’s shoulder when he tries to grind his hips back to get Spinner inside him faster. 

“Behave,” Spinner warns as Shigaraki whines about that one hurting. “You’ll take what I give you if you want to walk into that meeting tomorrow on your own.”

Spinner prefers this position because it satisfies the gecko part of his brain that demands he bite Shigarki’s neck to hold him down for breeding and satisfies his own need to control the pace so the stubborn gremlin beneath him doesn’t hurt himself in his impatience. 

It also offers him a wonderful view of how a pretty blush spreads down the back of Shigaraki’s neck at what they both know to be a promise. 

Despite being half-impaled on cocks though, Shigaraki still has his pride and glares back at Spinner with a pout. “What happened to this being my prize for kicking your ass?”

Spinner chuckles, tangling his fingers in wavy hair to pull Shigaraki’s head back for another kiss. “Not at the expense of breaking yours.”

Shigaraki shivers, knowing Spinner could even if he was only dealing with one cock with the strong muscles hidden under those scales. Still, though, “Please, you’d probably cry if you did,” he goads, smirking when Spinner clicks in annoyance.

“Why are you like this?” Spinner huffs, nipping and nuzzling Shigaraki’s neck to distract him from the fact he’s still slowly sinking rather than slamming in like the leader wants. “Can’t you let me be sweet to you for five minutes?”

“Sweet doesn’t get my guts rearranged,” Shigaraki huffs, smirking at Spinner’s startled click. “You didn’t really think I didn’t challenge you today without a goal in mind, did you? You’ve seen what the merger schedule looks like.”

“I thought maybe you just wanted a break,” Spinner mutters, hiding his face in Shigaraki’s neck despite the fact his scales hide his blush. “You’ve been doing a lot more than you’re used to making sure our goals are still the focus.”

“Yeah, I did want a break,” Shigaraki snips, squeezing around Spinner to make him groan. “In my back. So, get on with it. If I can think by the end of this, you’re getting demoted.”

Spinner can’t help but snort. “You don’t trust the Meta goons enough.”

Shigaraki grimaces. “Temporarily demoted then until I dust your replacement.”

Another snort as Spinner shakes his head. “Yeah, that sounds more accurate.”

“Yeah, but we need the pawns, so how about you maintain my kill count, and fuck mE—fuck!” 

Spinner smirks against Shigaraki’s neck, having managed to annoy him enough that he somehow didn’t notice how full he was until Spinner snapped his hips in the last inch and made the white-haired man whine. “Who knew my dicks were capable of saving lives? Careful, boss, you’ll give me a big head.” 

Shigaraki opens his mouth to snap for the title, but all that comes out is a moan when Spinner pulls back halfway to snap back in, making sure to grind against the smaller man’s prostate to make him keen despite how full he is; his prostate constantly stimulated anyway. “Spinner!”

Spinner growls, the sound vibrating against Shigaraki’s back and making him shiver. He returns to biting and sucking the other’s pale neck, remaining still just to make Shigaraki squirm in anticipation, and waiting until he opens his mouth to probably complain to snap his hips again so he cries out instead. 

“Fuck! You—Spin—!”

Another clicking growl is all the warning Shigaraki gets before Spinner starts fucking Shigaraki hard and fast like he craves, pulling his hair to swallow his moans now that he’s confident he won’t actually hurt the other and once again determined to make him cock dumb like he apparently so desperately needs. 

“The shit you’ve been through, you’d think you’d be chomping at the bits to be taken care of for once, but if you want to act like a whore, then so be it.” Spinner growls against scarred lips, chuckling when all Shigaraki can do is pant and moan. “Wanted to take my time with you, you know? Take you apart slowly and carefully until your brilliant mind was in the clouds and you couldn’t remember your name. Worship you how you deserve. Not the platitudes the Meta goons spew to kiss your ass, but proper worship. Treat you like the fallen god you are, so there’s no question who either of us belongs to.”

Shigaraki shudders, a pretty blush creeping halfway down his scarred back and making Spinner rumble as he bites at the back of the leader’s neck. “Spinner—”

“You’d look so pretty crying on my cocks, you know?” Spinner smirks, kissing and biting along reddened shoulders. “Or rather, you will.”

“Huh?” Shigaraki asks oh so eloquently between loud, trying to peek over his shoulder only to cry out when Spinner starts targeting his already overly stimulated prostate and Shigaraki has to claw at the sheets and arm beneath him or he feels like he’ll fall apart like his quirk has finally turned against him. “Spinner!”

Spinner clicks and groans, a hand planted on either side of Shigaraki’s body to fuck into him like it's his only purpose, and he croaks proudly when red eyes roll back in his mate’s brilliant head and his mouth falls open on something between a sob and a moan.

“Spinner! Fuck! Please! Please, I’m close! Please let me—”

“Come any time you want, baby,” Spinner croons, nuzzling Shigaraki’s neck despite the rough treatment he’s giving his ass. “You know I won’t stop until I fulfil every one of those promises, though.” 

Shigaraki moans, nodding rapidly as he grips the sheets tighter. “Yes, please, fuck! Keep fuckin me! Make sure I can’t think about anything or anyone but you—Ah!”

Spinner lets out a croaking growl, a clawed hand moving up to grip pale hips and pull them back to meet his thrusts while the other starts stroking Shigaraki’s dribbling cock to make him scream and cum almost instantly. 

“SPINNER~!”

Shigaraki collapses beneath him, panting and whining as, just like Spinner promised, the gecko villain continues to fuck him right into overstimulation, chasing his own release with a series of clicks and moans. 

“Spinner, please, inside. Inside, please. Please, wanna feel you inside.” Shigaraki slurs, briefly wondering just how long it's been for him to be this affected, but that thought is quickly fucked right out of him with more desperate moans that have Spinner growling in his ear. 

“Almost there, baby,” Spinner rumbles, the sound vibrating against Shigaraki’s back as Spinner’s teeth hover over the back of his neck to hold his mate still for ‘breeding’, the thought having both of them even more desperate. “So close. Shit, you’re still so tight. Squeezing my cocks like a fucking dream. They can kiss your ass all they want, but it knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it, Tomura?”

Shigaraki shudders, always loving it when Spinner calls him his given name, though the scaled man could call him a slur for all Shigarki cared at this point and it would still make him weak. “Yes, please, fuck, Spinner, please. Please, cum, please—”

Spinner gives another clicking growl and a few more rough thrusts before Shigaraki’s begging does him in, and he bites Shigaraki’s neck hard enough to draw some blood this time before burying himself into the hilts as he paints the leader’s insides white.

Shigaraki moans, back arching towards the bed as his cock gives a few sad spurts, not quite ready to properly cum again, but beyond turned on feeling Spinner fall apart inside of him. He hisses as claws dig into his hip, but the bite has his eyes rolling back again with a moan, always weak to Spinner taking what he wants, even if it's his very person. Sure, geckos weren’t a species that mated for life, but this one was his, so the nice big ‘fuck off’ scar on his neck had him just as feral as the one who left it. 

Spinner grinds his hips as he works himself through the aftershocks, rumbling and croaking contently until he deems Shigaraki marked enough to pull his face back to move them to their sides for a bit to catch their breaths. 

He doesn’t pull out.

Shigaraki groans now about the full feeling against his sensitive insides. “Spinner…you gonna pull out?”

He’s graced with a smirk against the back of his neck. “What’s your name?”

Shigaraki cranes his neck to squint at the other. “Huh?”

“Your name,” Spinner hums. 

“Shigaraki Tomura.” Shigarki scowls at the stupid question. 

The smirk just grows. “Then nope. I promised to fuck you until you forgot your name, remember?”

Shigaraki’s eyes widen. “You can’t be serious.”

Spinner grins ferally now as he pulls out just to put Shigaraki on his back before pushing back in. “Have I lied to you yet?”

Shigaraki’s grin is just as feral because, no, he has not. “I remembered my old name was Shimura Tenko then, so guess you have two names to fuck out of me now.”

Spinner chuckles lowly, leaning down to steal Shigaraki’s breath in a kiss. 

Anything for his god.

[creptolli]

CoD Characters in PJO Cabins (Pt.2)

Reminder: Likely doesn’t make sense PJO timeline/storyline !!

Already done: Ghost, Soap and Alex o(｀ω´ )o

Rudy Parra

(my baby)

Child of Hera (Goddess of marriage, family, and the protector of women) - Cabin 2 (Wait wait let me explain-)

Practically, Rudy is a Demi-God who was unclaimed for around 6 years. Him and Alejandro came at the same time when they were very young as they were already friends and both just so happened to be Demi-gods (convenient, I know).

while Alejandro quickly got claimed by Ares, Rudy was stuck in the Hermes cabin (Cabin 11). After the sixth year, he was sick of being stuck in a cabin full of people who were plotting as if he wasn’t there - or worse, trying to recruit him for Kronos. So, in order to flee these children of Hermes, he decided to dedicate his worshipping and sacrifices to Hera. While yes, he clearly wasn’t her son as she doesn’t have any children with mortals, she eventually gave in and claimed him. (Yes, even if she isn’t actually his mother, she can claim him. It’s not a necessarily ‘stable’ system.)

At first, many other campers thought he was ‘weird’ or a ‘fraud’ for this, however people’s opinions on him quickly changed across the first few months. He worked up a good reputation, many ending up looking up to him.

Despite following Hera, he heavily enjoyed archery. He was pretty good at it as well, unfortunately it was not natural. Unlucky, that could have been a pointer to his godly parent. All Rudy did know was that his godly parent was his mother, his father being mortal. Or at least by typical standards, with these gods you could never know.

He quickly assisted the children of Apollo in training kids, especially unclaimed kids, how to properly shoot a bow. That’s the key reasons kids started looking up to him, that and his very threatening best friend - Alejandro. Who everyone feared (in a respectful way).

[eldritch-spouse]

👁 summoning krulu's hands to get yourself off 👁

[Fem reader.]

TW: Exhibitionism, cultish mindsets.

It's dirty.

It's a disgusting abuse of the trust placed upon you, and definitely something you'll regret the moment you start.

But it's also a temptation you can't resist. It's the cookie jar sitting unprotected on the shelf, it's the big button with bright yellow warnings around it, it's the red light in an empty road- How could he fault you? You're only a creature of desire, of want and need and selfishness, just like the rest of your kind.

And all you want is his love.

The praise and adoration of your God so holy, the touch and fervor you've been trained to crave at the slightest hint, grown addicted to. You will never quite love or want anyone the same way you crave Krulu, the banished, the plague master, your purpose in life.

Of course, being a servant of siadar isn't all about wants, it's a routine of discipline and the utmost respect towards your higher- Of worship in every act, and in the case of a prized vessel, of flawless representation.

Fucking yourself with the boon he's been generous enough to lend you is definitely nowhere near flawless behavior...

The need however, is greater than you.

These last couple of weeks have been extremely busy for a plethora of reasons. A new floor just opened, its inhabitants require a lot of attention to get properly acclimated, and your lord is focused on a construct. All this running around means there hasn't been even the smallest window of precious time which you could seize to offer worship of any kind to your master. Krulu may live on in your body and share a headspace with you, but the two of you haven't been this distant since...

Well, a long time. You'll put it that way.

Feeling alone and needful, you became increasingly aware of the fact that you're alone in the break room the moment all other staff members bumbled out. Leaving you leaning against the kitchenette's counter, steaming cup of coffee in hand, flushed, thighs rubbing together.

At first, you only summon their hands just so you can pretend to be examining the reports left on the counter. Charred digits flip through white pages but your glazed eyes never poise on a single word, admiring the creases and veins of Krulu's hands instead. In moments, you're bringing them to your face. The sensation is odd, part of your brain can tell you're the one behind the action even if the hands aren't yours- It doesn't compare to your lord's actual touch, but it's the closest thing you have to him right now, so you lean heavily into the caress.

Leaning turns to kissing, lips trembling as you place chaste pecks on each of those fingertips, pretending you've been given the honor to hold his hand. Kisses upon his claws and knuckles, the other hand busy drifting down your uniform, cupping your breasts heartily. By the time it's pushing your skirt up and getting into your dark panties, you've got two of his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them in a way that would usually fill you with shame. If only you were given the chance to perform proper "lip service" again. It's been a while since the last time you've tasted him.

The slow stroke over your pussy is heavenly, you find yourself spreading your legs and sighing pleasantly, a moan dying around the digits in your mouth. You need this so bad, something quick, something to sate yourself so you can be functional again-

The hand massaging you stops to suddenly sinks its claws into your flesh, taking an oppressive grab of your entire cunt. You yelp, but the one in your mouth remains firmly lodged where it is, applying pressure to your tongue.

Some break you are having.

To say you didn't see this coming is a lie. Strong stimulus is always shared between the two of you, sooner or later, your higher would become aware of what you're doing.

But that doesn't mean you still aren't fearful of the consequences of your reckless actions, tensing as you prepare to be chastised. You attempt to utter something through the pointed extremities stabbing into your poor tongue, but all it achieves is a glob of drool that humiliatingly drips down your chin.

Excuses excuses- You insult me.

Never! Not in a million years would you dare.

Save your slaver for when you are ordered to speak.

Fair enough.

Summoned limbs no longer within your control, you watch helplessly as more of them form. Arms upon arms sprouting from your sides and back like the branches of a particularly macabre tree. One hand coils around your neck, a pair keeps your legs further apart, another gropes harshly at your breasts but doesn't offer you the privilege of direct contact. A pensive hum rings in the back of your mind. It's a warming sound, a deep, beautiful rumbe that has your head tipping back on instinct. Much to your surprise, Krulu resumes the lurid palming you started.

I could list the several codes you have broken in this one instance, but I need not do so, do I?

He pauses, you're not sure if you've been prompted to speak, so you merely nod. It's true.

You know exactly what you have done. Which is why I find it odd that you chose to do it anyway.

Palming turns to circling, your clit being tapped every now and then, with no particular rhythm.

My lamb does not act out like an infant. She does not lower herself to this pathetic display. And she certainly would not dream of utilizing the limbs gifted by her lord for pleasure of the self.

Guilt seeps into your very bones, but it's hard to look or sound apologetic when a finger prods its way inside your aching body. Immediately, your walls clench around the intrusion, attempting to trap it. You shudder, wishing you were allowed to sing Krulu's praises loud and clear. A bizarre yet familiar sensation graces you- As if something were peeling and poking at your mind, digging around, tingles spreading on your scalp. Memories, your higher is taking a gander at what he's missed lately.

A week of relative autonomy is all it took to render you into this miserable state?!

He seems more shocked than angry. The finger in you has stilled and you're trying not to groan in disappointment. You've irritated your master enough, let's not make it any worse. Your hips shift and your thighs flex with the effort of trying to not grind aimlessly.

A silence settles, you've known Krulu long enough to know this means they're thinking. In spite of being in this very same position numberless times before, it never fails to be anxiety inducing.

Stand straight.

He commands suddenly, forcing you to sober up. Doing as told is a bit harder than you'd care to admit, and you couldn't hide the disappointment written all over you even if you tried your damndest. However, none of the extra limbs recede. What is this now?

Walk. Get in the elevator, you will resume your tasks.

I- In this state?

Yes, chosen- In the state you have so gracelessly lowered yourself to.

You can feel his self-satisfied smile as if it were sitting right upon your own cheeks.

The moment you start walking, the hand around your neck tightens and two of his fingers plunge into your hole, a ruthless pace established out of thin air. He manages to pluck your nipples through the thin fabric of your uniform and you whimper sharply against his now thoroughly soaked digits, still drooling slightly. Nonetheless, on legs shaking harder than a newborn deer's, you manage to stumble forth and press the elevator button, slipping inside.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes while you select the entrance floor. Not out of shame or humiliation, you got exactly what you wanted, and you don't fear walking into the crowds while your master openly makes use of your body. It's the maddening pressure of his pistons into your cunt that's sending you into madness.

Hear me, and hear me well-

He calls, sounding a tad out of breath himself.

I demand nothing but the most efficient of performances today. Do not falter, do not halt, and do not lollygag.

You swallow, stepping out of the elevator once its doors part. A number of clients is already glancing quizzically at your state. You walk past Gallon without sparing the curious slime a second glance.

You may come, and you will.

You can feel it already, if the garish noises of your own wetness slicking Krulu's moving digits wasn't enough of a tell.

Because, since you appear to be utterly incompetent at self-restraint, I will personally see that your carnalities are calmed.

You swear you can feel his teeth rasping against your earlobe. Your arm flies out to steady yourself against a wall and your eyes roll back as an orgasm begins taking over, forcing you to hunch and shake, muffled moans making a tiny puddle of drool on the floor.

He laughs at you in your headspace.

Stop by my floor once the moon shows itself, my hopeless vessel.

It's going to be a long day, and an even longer night most likely.

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 3

I'll be honest with you darlings I had every intention of making this one spicy but then feelings happened? Still, it was fun to write, and an interesting scenario I might re-use at a later date. Shortfic below the cut (still NSFW) with some CW/Tags for angst, hurt/comfort, scars, wounds, mention of character trauma, but I promise it is mostly on the fluffy comforting side~

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Day 3 - Body Worship

It had been far too long since Tav had found an opportunity to bathe properly. Not just scrubbing off with a damp cloth, or dunking into a freezing lake, a proper warm bath. Of course, taking advantage of having access to a brothel’s finer rooms whilst investigating a disappearance was something she took very seriously. She had to be completely certain she wouldn’t miss a vital clue amongst the perfumed soaps and soft towels. Who knew when the last piece of information they needed might be at the bottom of a wine bottle, or lurking in the bowl of fresh fruit…

“Well, that is certainly better than a murky pond.” Astarion echoed her thoughts as he sank into the water beside her. “Gods that feels good.” 

“We should take up the role of investigators more often.” Tav chuckled, reaching for the silver bowl that held a fresh sponge and some soaps. “Here, let me, for once.” 

“You don’t need to-”

“I want to.” She left little room for further complaint, taking his hand in her own and delicately sponging away the dirt that seemed to cling to his nails.

“I am not about to break, you know.” He watched her with an eyebrow raised as she continued to be far more gentle than he felt he deserved. 

“I know.” If anything, Tav slowed slightly, taking a moment to caress his fingers reverently. “But the world has been rough enough with you lately. Is there anything wrong with a little tenderness instead?” 

“Yes- No. Maybe.” He wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say as she brought his hand to her lips and kissed each fingertip in turn. “You…Well…” He sighed, giving in to her care instead for now.

“Relax, Astarion, please.” She trailed a line of kisses up his forearm to his elbow, her fingers gently brushing the faint lines of decades old scars and far fresher bruises marking his pale form. “You know, you really are beautiful.” 

“I know.” He replied, out of reflex. “Sorry, old habits… I suppose truly I have no idea if I am or not, other than the parts of myself I can see clearly. Even the water doesn’t hold my reflection any more.”

“Then let me be your mirror.” She smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair that threatened to fall forwards into his eye. “Now, where was I?” 

Tav began to wash his other hand and arm, with the same reverence she had used before, but this time giving voice to the thoughts that floated through her mind as she did. 

“Here, your fingers. I could comment on how skilled they are, how you can make me feel, but what I admire most is how they always find a solution. You’ve picked locks, disarmed traps-”

“You can do that just as well as I, my love.” He protested, though just as quickly his arguments met their rebuttal.

“Maybe, but you were the one who unlocked my heart.” Tav laughed at the absurdity of her own statement. “It’s cheesier than an entire dairy, I know, but it’s true. I spent my whole life just going from one fling to the next, living each day like it might be my last. Living like that…well you just don’t think of a future. Or who you might spend it with. It was better to just enjoy what I could when I could. Besides, attachments could be exploited.”

“And you see a future now? With tadpoles in our brains, and the threat of an actual mindflayer Elder Brain looming quite literally over our heads?” Despite his words, his expression was soft in the low light of the room.

“I see one worth fighting for.” She leaned forwards and stole a kiss, but only for a moment, pulling back to leave him wanting more.

“Such a tease, my love.” 

“I learned from the best~” She put on the hint of a flirtatious tone to match his voice. “Anyway… Here. This part next.”

“A scar, darling? Really?” He almost pulled his arm back, like her touch burned the mark deeper into his skin.

“This was not long after we met. I remember worrying that you might lose too much blood if the wound were just a fraction to the left.” Tav dipped the sponge in the warm bathwater again and carefully cleaned the area, rinsing off the soap when she was done. “But that’s not what I think most when I look at it, or any of the other marks that battle has left upon you.”

“Enlighten me, what is it that you see in such a blemish?” Astarion frowned, struggling to see what she meant.

“Endurance. A fight that didn’t end you. A strength that goes beyond what you can lift in your arms.” She sat back a moment, the myriad of scars across her own body clearer to see as she gestured to them. “Something we share, our will to live, and to be more than the world tried to make of us.” 

“Well…I suppose…” He sighed, looking closer at Tav’s form now. Subtle muscles and soft curves, the map of old wounds telling as many stories as his own, and not one of them diminished her beauty in his eyes. “There is some charm to them, maybe.”

She continued to cleanse the sweat and marks of the long days from his body with tender care, her praise like a balm to the bruises on his soul. She almost paused when it was time to move around to his back. “Is it alright if I…?”

“There is nobody I trust more to resist the urge to put a dagger between my ribs.” He mimicked the motion playfully with empty hands as he spoke. “Oh no need to be so serious, my darling, the point is that I trust you. Completely.” 

The vampire shifted, turning his back to her. The view was always a painful one - he was free, but the marks remained, the knowledge of the pain in their making broke her heart if she let those thoughts back in. “Even this,” she began carefully, “has never once diminished your worth.”

Tension rose in his shoulders, even as she tried to massage it away. “A poem of subjugation is all that is, a beautiful lie that promised power.”

“And yet you are more powerful than ever, you didn’t let the lie consume you. How about this instead.” She put the sponge aside, and began carefully tracing her own pattern across his back as if overwriting the scars his past had left. “I’ll write my own verse for you, let it erase the old one.”

“What is it exactly that you’re writing?” A hint of worry tinted the curiosity in his voice as it dropped a little quieter than it had been before. 

She leaned forward and whispered close in his ear. “My wedding vows.”

[princelylove]

My Prince,

I don’t know if you’ve already said this, but would you be willing to tell the court who you believe would be your best match? Or if there’s nobody, who you think would be the least annoying?

I hope everything is going well for you.

Thank you.

Good ask, anon. I looove asks like these, I can only encourage you to send more of them. Perhaps I’m a bit self-centered. 

My favorites aren't necessarily good for me, and those I would find to be the least annoying… don’t inherently actually like me. There's different types of favorites, too- those I find attractive, those I like to write for, those I just thoroughly enjoy the design and psychology of- and yet none of mine would necessarily be my best match.

Attractive qualities don't necessarily translate into work-with-my-personality qualities. Is someone that is protective attractive to me? Yes. Will I get mad at them eventually and turn my location off? Yes. It's inevitable that I'd push a protective's buttons, but I'm not exactly interested in changing my sense of style for a possessive, either.

I’m the type of darling that is obsessive-attractant. Big personalities tend to attract those types. 

I've been told I'm very difficult. I'm pampered. I expect the prince(ss) treatment in relationships. Allergic to paying for my own things. Not even getting into my spoiled (and awfully entitled) behavior, obsessives tend to go for a darling that is worth obsessing over. What’s better than someone who thinks highly of herself, and won’t become just anyone’s?

It’s the fact that they’re hard to obtain. They’re put on a pedestal, either by the yandere or those around them. In my case, I put myself on it and don’t accept any other treatment. It drives them wild when they get a small taste, they’re hooked for life at the smallest of actions.

Even if the small action is accidental, or nothing at all. 

You’d think someone who devotes themself entirely to me, who spends all day focused solely on my pleasure, would be my perfect match. Someone who worships me. Someone like Vanilla, or Santana. I’d prefer a relationship like that- I love them, I thrive off of them, I want it. 

But it’s hard to tease Vanilla, it can become frustrating at times. Stoics are attractive, but they don’t give much of a reaction, suppose that’s obvious, to the things I need a reaction to. It isn’t fun to tease someone that doesn’t choke up when I lightly touch them.

Drool over me! Start hyperventilating because I leaned forward! Tremble because I took something out of your hand!

I love it. It’s great. To put it nicely, perverts and creeps that freak out over such small things adore me. And I love them. ♡

So I think it’s Pannacotta Fugo. 

Funny, I know. Of course it’s the repressed guy. 

It’s only natural that he’d catch feelings. I’d put my legs up on his lap and he’d just sit there, tense. Sooo cute. Is it flirting? Is she just doing this because her shoes hurt? Oh, God. Don’t do this to him. Panacotta’s anxiety always makes him spiral- he goes from thinking I’m messing with him on purpose to thinking about how awful my choice in shoes are to if I need my nails redone to shooting himself in the head for thinking about that. 

Maybe develop a less embarrassing fetish next time? Poor guy. I hit a lot of niches for him, it’s actually kind of unfair. Only kind of. 

He’s a bit of a voyeur- stalkers tend to be, it makes sense. He feels too guilty to take any trophies, or to take any pictures, so he usually just… watches. Like a freak. It’d be sweet if he wasn’t breathing so heavily, or smiling to himself for seemingly no reason. 

But that’s not why he’d be my best match. Pannacotta isn’t my best match because I could tease him to my heart’s content, there’s plenty of yanderes like that, he hits a niche for me.

Pannacotta… is the type to give his darling a bath, entirely non-sexually. It’s just because he wants them to relax, wants their hair to be properly washed, wants to show he’s not going to let you suffer. Or, me, I suppose. 

He enjoys when I’m bossy, and when I don’t want to be. Honestly, he prefers me better when I’m in more docile moods, and puts the effort in to get me in them in the first place, but he couldn’t live without some balance. It isn’t fun if it isn’t deserved.

He's the type to give me a pedicure, but grab my ankle when I start sliding my foot up his thigh. Oooops. He never wants to play footsies, it's a shame.

He knows I'm happiest when my nails are done, so he checks them when I finally fall asleep for the night. If there's something wrong with them, he'll set up the nail polish and stickers for tomorrow.

[yakuzacasual]

The smoochening

PREFACE

hi.

“““TYPICAL SMOOCHES”““ with Yagami, Higashi, Nishiki, Shinada, Hamura, Sugiura, Tsukumo

TAKAYUKI YAGAMI

Chad Fan of meaningful kisses on the nose, on the crown of your head, on the cheeks, the hands, basically the anything but your lips. Not because there is anything wrong with them per se, he just has this weird conviction that lip-kissses are perceived as sexual and in general just not very special. Don’t ask him how he got that idea, but it’s a hill he WILL, surprisingly enough, die on.

Kisses on the lips can be expected anytime you are apart for a longer period or something very special (read dangerous) happens and he needs to make sure you are there with him to stay. Such kisses will be deep, loving and last until both of you are absolutely out of breath. Most likely followed by one or even few kisses to the temple, as a sign of security.

Beacuse each of his kisses has a meaning you will learn to tell apart. If temple is security and lips are longing, nose is playfulness, forehead represents care, neck stands for trust and hands obedience. Yagami may be a puzzle, but gods be damned if he is not the most fascinating, showstopping, incredible puzzle known to mankind.

TORU HIGASHI

Will not kiss you on the lips until the hell freezes over. In a sense kind of similar conviction to Yagami, with the small difference being - it does actually turn him on. Not the butterfly kisses of course, but he doesn’t like those. If he is to kiss you, he will do it properly. And then get horny, which just turns into this viscious cycle. In other words, the best he can do is a smooch on the corner of your lips.

That said even these ideal “proper” kisses he so glorifies are still somewhat inexperienced. Some teeth knocking here, some freezing up because he opened his eyes and got embarrassed there. And as much as he finds that shameful, he also thrives off the possibility of learning with you as his first love. Hopefully teaching him or learning alongside him is just as exuberant for you. It does take time though, since he refuses to be kissed.

Other kinds of kisses are unlikely anywhere but in sexy settings. He will of course worship your body during sexual intercourse, as well as give you a caring kiss in the afterglow, but that’s about it. PDA is rough with that one.

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA

All about them sloppy kisses in the side alleyway that makes the kids go “eww”. For how many partners he boasts to have, his technique leaves something to be desired. But does that really matter when you feel him melt under the swipe of your tongue? I think not. Loves to have his lip bitten and his throat secured by your hands as you do the deed. Applying just a little bit of pressure there, not enough to choke but only to give him a taste would drive him absolutely wild, if that’s what you are going for. Deep kisses do not automatically mean sexy times though, sometimes he feels like it and that’s all there is. 

Definitely the kind to kiss your hands, just because he enjoys them a lot. It’s a little thing, but goes a long way to show you belong to him for any pesky onlookers. Sometimes he might go for butterfly kiss on the lips, if situation calls for it, but it almost always turns into a deep kiss. He likes them a lot, in case that was not clear.

Would and will gently suck your fingers in public if he’s feeling frisky. Angel act afterwards, no one could ever tell he did that. But you know.

TATSUO SHINADA

Wouldn’t say that out loud, but he likes to kiss you the most after (or while, whatever works for you) you eat something sweet, just to get a taste. 

He is the master of any kiss ever and he offers A LOT of them, this PDA king. A little peck in the morning, a smooch on the cheek in the afternoon and so many kisses in the evening. For what its worth, he tries his best to balance them out, so as to not overwhelm you and takes your feedback into consideration always. They are hardly ever harsh, despite their frequency. They would be somewhere in the middle, you definitely feel them and they linger for a bit, but nothing that would have you questioning your senses. These kinds are saved for very special ocasions.

Unconsciously gives you a little massage. Holding your head during a kiss? Nice little scalp scrapping. Holding a hand instead? His fingers are already working out some tension fron your muscles. It’s just a thing (tm) he does and is pretty good at. Outright asking him to do a massage might be dangerous though - consciously he gets very dedicated and rough. Will pepper any accidental bruises with kisses, if it helps.

KYOHEI HAMURA

Bitch kisser, what else is new. It happens on his terms or not at all. Knows exactly when you want to get a kiss, like a special spider sense of his. It’s almost comic how well it works. You will only get it if you are being good, which is hardly defined so good luck, or when he feels like it. It does happen quite often though, that he feels like it. His kisses are much like his love in general - ravenous, mind-numbing and absolutely filthy. In the sense that he will take it in the middle of the street or your meeting, if he so pleases. He won’t do it if he feels you definitely do not want to, though. The sense works both ways, even if it greatly annoys him that there is something he cannot have.

Aside from your usual lip-kisses which are a given, and despite their nature are not always sexual, he enjoys having a bite of you. Like the hungry animal that he is, he gladly sinks his teeth into your earlobe, neck, tigh - anywhere you let him, really. Bruises happen, but they leave a bad taste in his mouth for a reason he fails to explain. It’s one thing when it accidentally happens because he is being consensually rough with you, and other to do it by design. He’d rather just leave teeth marks. They are more “adult”, he says.

FUMIYA SUGIURA

Will abuse his power of parkour to take you by a pleasant surprise every time. He enjoys the short, fleeting kisses the most - enough to give just a taste to keep you and himself coming back for more. His kisses are usually just a random shot without any deeper thought. Wherever rulette lands on a given day, is where he strikes. When time allows, he enjoys peppering your face in them, kissing every individual component one by one and even vocally listing them as he goes.

If you have any beauty marks, moles, freckles and other blemishes that are okay to touch, it will be a prime entertainment for him to smooch each and every one of them during your together time. You might be watching a movie together, when suddenly he catches that one cute mark on your hand again and the fun begins from there onwards. Pays a lot of attention to them during spicy times as well, just to remind you that none of these will ever be imperfections to him.

MAKOTO TSUKUMO

Not interested in kisses other than a sporadic cheek kiss or lovingly bumping your noses together. It’s just not his love language style and he is not interested in changing it. You are free to kiss him however you wish, he will even entertain anything more sophisticated just to make you happy. But have no illussions, he is not in any way good in it. With time, he learns to like kisses to the crown of your and his head. Depending on who does the spooning, especially whenever you would play games together, Tsukumo likes in equal measure to receive, as well as gift you those fleeting touches as a reminder that what you have is very important to him. Even if it may seem otherwise to you, by design of his character.

After some time spent with you and assuring himself this is a thing to last, he will make an effort to learn more about the arts of kissing. While he will still not initiate any action, he wants to feel more prepared to please whenever you get the mood. The boys put in all the effort to pass on their personal experience onto him, but at the end of the day Tsukumo realizes it’s not the kind of thing he can just read a book about. The next time you give him a kiss, you see him visibly responding differently, less neutrally.

Who knows, maybe he will end up liking it.