#꒷꒦꒷ sm.ut

[inazuman]

childhood best friend!wrio who ruffles you hair every time he sees you, even as you exclaim "wrio!" in both pleasant surprise and annoyance, slapping away his hand. he chuckles, remembering all the times he's done it in the years he's known you. how even with the way life moves, with how much you've both changed over the years, he still has you (and your usual antics) to lean back on.

childhood best friend!wrio who gets more affectionate with you the more drunk he is, going from petting your head to kissing you on the forehead as he drops you off in front of your door.

childhood best friend!wrio who finally gets a weekend off to spend some time with you. you get on one of fontaine's aircrafts together, with him holding a picnic basket full of snacks and two bottles of wine. and you just both talk when you're up in the air together, clinking your wine glasses together, staring out at the beautiful scenery. after being down in the fortress for so long, being up in the sky is a nice change of pace.

childhood best friend!wrio who against the beautiful backdrop of the sun setting, can't help but watch the way the light glows around you like a halo. you're gazing out at the edge of the ship, laughter in your breath, and when you turn to look at him he feels his heart stop.

childhood best friend!wrio who moves to join you, his elbows leaning against the railing, because he cares more about looking at you. in the intimate silence between you both, with the sun setting, you ask him, "do you believe in soulmates?". you're almost scared to look at him as you ask, his cheeks flushed a slight pink from the wine. there's a softness to his eyes as he reaches for you, fingers tracing over your forearm, before pulling you in, cupping your face as his lips touch yours.

childhood best friend!wrio who checks for your reaction, thumb grazing across your cheek. you smile at him and he immediately smiles back, both of you leaning back into each other, your giggle still lingering on your lips as he pulls you closer again, and again.

and a lil extra :)

boyfriend!wrio who lifts you up and spins with you in his arms the moment he sees you after work. who can't believe he waited all these years to have these precious moments with you. who won't ever take a minute of it for granted. as he presses a hand into your hair and lays a kiss on your forehead, all he feels is love.

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 11 ➡ 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓/𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @many-shades-of-violet asked: 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷? :) 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. Anal sex. mentions of previous creampie. overstimulation. rough sex. masturbation. hair pulling. spanking. choking. 𝐰𝐜: 833 ➡ hentober masterlist

It was a matter of time before Donquixote Doflamingo wanted to try all your… holes. You, as always, had been left trembling and full of his cum. However, Doffy isn’t still satisfied, and flashes of his words during earlier that night hits you. He whispered in your ear tonight was the night of him fucking you anally…

“Remember what I told you back there?” he asks, playing with a string of cum coming out of your used entrance. “I- I don’t know…” you mumble, scared but excited. He is way bigger than you, and it’s always been an extreme experience, but… anal? Would that hurt as much as you imagined it would?

He laughs, pulling from your hips so you turn around. “Come on, turn around. On all fours, ass up and chest against the mattress like a good girl” he orders, satisfied with how fast you obey.

You feel already pretty dilated from his last intrusion into your sex, but when it comes to your rear entrance things are a little different. The blonde plays with just the tip of his finger, up and down, making you shiver. And you tremble, both in anticipation and fear.

Doffy spreads some saliva mixed with your own juices up and down your entrance, he laughs at your squirming scared motions. “Why are you so scared? Mh? I won’t be able to fit if you get so tense… relax, hun” he whispers, then spanking you with his huge heavy hand.

“Ahh…” you flinch in pain, the stinging sensation on your glutes surely leaving the area hot. And so much those painful spanks distract you, that you haven’t notice when he slid his fingers inside you until they start moving. Even if Doflamingo isn’t exactly an attentive man, he knows exactly how to treat his precious “cum dump”

One, two and finally three are the number of fingers inside your back entrance. Slowly they move in and out, enough to make you feel a pressure that soon gets bearable and pleasant. “It feels good~” you purr, moving your own hips back and forth, showing your blonde lover you want more.

“Mhahaha, you want more? You like it already? Let’s see how you do with the tip of my dick inside you, shall we?” he scoffs, making you to reconsider your last words. And even if you wanted to, it was already pretty late for you. He kneels behind you, the heavy weight of his long legs making you sink into the mattress. The warm, wet, and hard tip of his huge sex already opening its way inside your dilated, yet tight, anus.

You can’t stop squirming as the pressure and slight pain mixes with an extreme pleasure you haven’t experienced until yet. It hurts, sure. But it’s also delightful, and few seconds after you already want more, deeper, and faster.

“Faster, daddy” you moan, trying to reach for his hand who presses the small of your back down, lifting your ass even higher. Your cheek is squeezed against the bed, and it’s difficult to breathe, but you don’t care. You are sure no air is enough for you when you are trembling from the pleasure.

Mr. Donquixote is having the time of his life, the way you clench around his dick is sending him to the holy land of heavens and the more you squeeze the more you milk his big shaft. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna fill your ass with my cum sooner than expected, little horny bitch” he says, spanking you once more and gripping you from your hair.

Doffy Pulls your head back, like the strings of a puppeteer, and as he does you can’t stop panting and moaning with your tongue out dripping with saliva.

“Come on bitch, touch yourself as I fuck you right in this tight ass” he screams, ordering you to play with your clit as he keeps fucking you. The sound of his lap hitting against your glutes mix with the symphony of your needy moans and his growls. Pure testosterone being released while his hips thrusts violently into you.

Your muscles begin spasming and your body turns all sweaty. Reaching climax, you are. He is, too.  You try to tell him, as if he didn’t notice already, but you can’t. His hand is now around your neck, pressing and avoiding any airflow to get to your lungs. Lightheaded, weak and overstimulated, you burst.

“Ahh… look at how much you are dripping! Well, let’s fill that cute little ass of yours with my cum then! You look so good like a bitch in heat…ugh” he spits, while giving you the last blows before his orgasm takes over and floods your insides.

Warm… full… eyes closing… it was all too much for your body…

“Rest for some hours, sweet doll… we ain’t finish here” Doffy says, drinking straight from a bottle of red whine next to his bed as he watches you pass out asleep on his own bed.

[saetoru]

i think taking a break from writing smut for like almost a year has been rly refreshing bc i think it made me stop questioning if my writing is interesting without sex and just write it how i want. and then tbh a part of me has realized i like writing without the sex half the time. it’s nice. it’s fun to explore intimacy in as many non sexual ways as you can

[littlesniggy]

Seduction Part Seven

Well, this is the last part of the Seduction series. I'm still not back with writing but I really wanted to finish this story because it kept bothering me. I had so many different ideas how to finish this but I liked this one best. I can warn you ahead, no happy ending.

Please enjoy!

Warning: ns.fw, 18+, sm.ut, older man x younger woman, no happy ending, swearing, p in v Pairing: Sakazuki x female reader Word count: 3.7k Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

It’s been a couple of months since you showed up at his house, wounded and maybe even near death. Ever since then Sakazuki knew that something needed to change but he couldn’t quite figure out what exactly. Sure, it all needed to start with you no longer coming to his house and risk his career. He was honestly amazed at your skills to blend in and conceal yourself when you came to Marineford but still, the risk was too high. 

Secondly, he needed to distance himself emotionally and physically from you. Since he was the fleet admiral and basically spent all his time at Marineford you were the one coming to see him. He couldn’t describe it any differently, but he’s gotten used to you; to your presence, to your body, to your personality… and that was also something that needed to change. He was the fleet admiral, for fuck’s sake! He had no business getting comfortable around you!

The only way to get out of this dilemma was to end once and for all. 

He took a deep breath from his cigar, his back leaning against the wall behind him, and turned his head to look at your sleeping form. Your back was turned towards him and his blanket only covering the lower half of your body. He noticed some angry red handprints on the side of your stomach where his hand had heated up just the tiniest bit last night. 

He let the ash drop into and ashtray standing next to his futon before he sucked on the cigar once again, letting the white smoke escape from his mouth. He looked up at the clock on the wall. He still had three hours before he needed to be at work. Three hours to figure out how to proceed from now on. Though he already had a plan that has been manifesting in the back of his mind for quite some time now…

His attention was drawn back to you when you turned around with a soft sigh, inching closer to his warm body. Sakazuki twisted his face a little at your peaceful and blissfully unaware behavior. You shouldn’t feel comfortable around him. You shouldn’t feel safe around him! But here you were, sleeping soundly next to your supposed enemy. 

He puffed again on his cigar, his other hand grabbing one of your locks between his fingers and absentmindedly playing with your hair. 

You were woken up by a tickling feeling on your cheek and the smell of something burning. Groggily, you opened your eyes and were first met with a very big and very muscular thigh next to you. Your gaze followed the leg, the curve of an equally muscular ass, and up the torso until you were met with a familiar pair of harsh eyes that were studying you as well. 

“Morning.” You mumbled after a while, receiving no response from the fleet admiral. Instead, he lifted his cigar up to his lips to puff on the toxic stick. He also let go of your hair and instead casually placed it on his stomach. 

You sighed and sat up but winced at various body parts that were more than sore from last night. Next to you, you heard an amused huff at your reaction and you shot him a glare from over your shoulder. 

“You should be glad you’re a devil fruit user. Otherwise, I’d fuck you up just the same.” You mumbled under your breath and started inspecting your body for any major bruises. 

“I’m pretty sure this wouldn’t change a thing, Y/n.” he mocked. 

Another half-hearted glare in his direction only made him shake his head with the tiniest of grins and you decided to not press it any further. 

Your eyes widened at the angry red imprint on your side that looked suspiciously like his hand. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t burn me to death just because you got too excited.” You reprimanded him annoyed but he ignored your comment. Instead, he placed his free hand on the other side without the handprint and let it heat up as well. 

“Fuck!” you hissed and jerked away from him, climbing onto his lap to get away from his hot hand. “Are you crazy?!” You turned around to look at him, straddling his lap with your legs and an angry look on your face. Sakazuki tilted his head to the side, his hand finding your side once again but he refrained from heating it up again.

“Maybe that was a hint for you to leave.” Pissed, you wanted to get up and really just leave as he had “suggested” but you felt the weight of his hand holding you down on his lap, commanding you to stay where you were. So, you didn’t move.

He lifted his cigar back up to his lips but before he put it between his lips you reached out and grabbed his wrist. Confused, he looked at you. Your hand slowly let go and instead took the cigar between your fingers and took it out of his hand. Sakazuki let you and watched as you instead put it between your own lips and puffed on it. The taste was not really pleasant and you twisted your mouth in slight disgust. 

“How can you willingly smoke this?” you ask. Sakazuki didn’t reply and reached for the cigar again but you pulled your hand away. With a challenging look you moved the cigar towards his bare chest, stopping only inches from his skin. The fleet admiral didn’t stop you but his expression hardened.

“I want you to think hard about your next move.”

“Wouldn’t it only be fair if I got to burn you as well?” you replied, the burning end of the cigar still hovering over his chest. 

“Life isn’t fair.”

You swallowed, contemplating on the possible outcomes. You really wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine but there was still his hand on your hip, dangerously warm. 

You sighed and removed the cigar from his chest and stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray. 

Sakazuki hummed contently and put his other hand on your hip as well, caressing your warm skin with his calloused palms. You looked up at him and put your hands on his chest, slightly moving them up and down before your placed them on his shoulders. 

You lifted your body up and pressed it against his, your breasts being squished between your two bodies. Your head leaned forward and you started to follow his chest tattoo with your lips. Sakazuki’s hands slightly traced your back and butt, squeezing it now and then. 

You panted against his skin, pressing your body closer against his. Your mouth moved up his chest, over his collarbone and to his strong neck. You breathed in his musk. Paired with his gentle massaging your butt your felt how your core got wet and your body heated. 

You whimpered against his skin when his hands started massaging the back of your thighs, kneading the soft flesh and inching closer to your hot core. 

Your kisses on his neck go more heated in return and you started letting your teeth graze over the sensitive skin on his neck and your heard him take in a sharp breath as a response. 

You stretched your body a little bit more to reach his ear, your warm breath ghosting over the shell of it. Your hands moved over his chest, his stomach and grazed against his stiff member. “You like that?” you whisper into his ear. He could hear your grin in your voice. 

“Don’t get too cocky.” He growled and gave you a sharp slap on your butt. 

You gasped in surprise. Your body started to rub against his, your hard nipples appreciating the friction. Sakazuki grabbed both your ass cheeks and spread them apart, then resumed to kneading them, this time stronger. 

His beard scraped against your face as you started kissing his jawline. You felt his jaw tense the closer you got to his mouth and also his hands stopped caressing your ass. Uncertain, you stopped and looked up at him, his face extremely close. Your body longed for him and you had the urge to feel his lips on yours. And why would it be wrong? You’ve had sex plenty of times before so what was one kiss? But back in your mind you knew that a kiss could be much more intimate than simple sex. It’s been an unspoken rule between the two of you that there was no kissing involved. Kissing was something reserved for lovers and your were….fuck buddies. But still…

Your lips moved closer to his, feeling his breath against your skin. You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of permission. 

“Don’t.” he mumbled, his lips almost brushing against yours. The smell of the cigar on his breath is fogging your mind and his voice is somewhere in the distance. 

He should push you away. He is the older one and he has a responsibility not to behave like a horny teenager. You shouldn’t kiss him. You shouldn’t want to kiss him. But here you were, mere inches away from his own lips, your eyes longing but also unsure. He can see the internal fight you’re currently having with yourself and he hopes the reasonable voice in your mind will win – because he knows he won’t stop you.

“Why not?” you hear yourself ask, your lips inching closer to his until they brush against each other. Your lips are parted and you’re waiting for his response. But he doesn’t speak. 

This is the sign for your to throw all remaining doubts over board.

You place your lips against his; they’re firm and warm yet inviting and surprisingly gentle. Your heart starts hammering in your chest and there are a million butterflies going rampant in your stomach. 

You are hesitant when you start moving your lips against his, thrown off guard when you notice that Sakazuki is not reciprocating the kiss. Your heart sinks into your stomach; what’s going on? Doesn’t he want this? 

You open your eyes and look right into his harsh eyes which are staring right back at you. Oh no! Your body runs. Is this bad? This must be bad!

You want to retreat from his lips, the horror plastered all over your face. You know you messed up. You know you should’ve listened to the small voice in your head! He told you not to! He will be mad at you! He will yell at you! He will-

His firm lips capture yours in an intense kiss that takes your breath away. His hands press you against his body, his nails digging into your skin, while his lips move against yours. 

You are completely thrown off guard by his sudden action and are stunned. 

You hear yourself whimper when his gently nibbles on your bottom lip and you start moving your lips in tandem to his. 

His lips move precise and purposefully against yours; there is no unnecessary movement, no sloppy tongue. You try to get your tongue between his lips but he won’t let you. But that’s fine. Your body is on fire and you let him feel how horny you are by grabbing his wrist and leading his hand between your legs where your dripping pussy desperately waits for his touch. 

His fingers brush against your wet core and he growls against your mouth excited. His thick fingers rub against your folds before he inserts two. Your core clenches around his digits and you moan pleased, moving your hips against his fingers. 

Sakazuki places his lips against your neck close to your ear.  

“Fucking slut.” He growls and inserts a third finger, spreading you to his liking. You moan again, your fingers finding support on his shoulders and your nails dig into his skin und his skin breaks and a little bit of blood starts running down his chest. 

“Shit!” you hiss, felling how your orgasm is rapidly approaching. You want to push him away, trying to remove his hand from between your legs to prolong the nearing climax but Sakazuki won’t let you. The fleet admiral grabs both your wrists with his free hand and pulls them above your head while his other hand pistoles in and out of your dripping pussy, wet sounds mixing in with your unhinged moans. 

“Fuck!” you curse, throwing your head back and pressing your eyes shut. Your mouth hangs open as you desperately gasp for air, face red and sweaty, a few strands of hair clinging to your skin. 

“C-cumming!” you moan, biting your lip in anticipation of your orgasm. 

Sakazuki leans forward, his teeth nibbling at your jaw.

“As if I’d let you cum.” His voice is dangerously sadistic and your brain processes his words not fast enough. Otherwise, you could’ve prepared for his fingers retreating from your pussy, leaving you hanging and frustrated. 

Your eyes snap open and your head shoots forward. Angrily but also desperately you glare at him. 

“Don’t stop!” you pant, your arms wriggling in his iron grip. Sakazuki lifts his free hand that is covered in your juice and holds it in front of your lips. “Suck.” He orders and you open your mouth willingly. You taste yourself on your tongue as it swirls around his digits, licking up every last drop of your slick. 

With an audible plop he retreats his fingers from your mouth before wiping them dry on your breasts. 

“Please….!” You look at him desperately, wiggling your ass a little to maybe encourage him. Sakazuki leans forward and kisses your lips hard and longing, even biting at your lips again until he suddenly turns and brings you underneath him, his hand still holding your wrists but now pressing them into the futon below you. 

“Please what?” he asks, his eyes boring into your own, making you feel small and vulnerable underneath his big man. 

“Fuck me.” You press out, adrenaline rushing through your veins. His grip around your wrists tightens and a displeased look is on his face. 

“Please, fuck me, Sakazuki sama.” You breathe out, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. The fleet admiral smirks at you before letting go of your wrists and grabbing your hips tightly, lifting them up until your body is aligned with his dick. You look up at him, your position kind of awkward because of the angle you’re lying on the futon. 

Sakazuki looks at you for a moment, then he presses the tip of his dick into your dripping core and then pressing further and further, stretching you almost uncomfortably until he is completely buried inside you. A long and guttural moan is pressed out of your lungs and you grab the pillow behind you for support. 

He thinks about giving you time to adjust but then decides against it, coming to the conclusion that he’s already spoiled you enough. He starts with slow but intense thrusts, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock; and you love it. Your eyes are pressed shut, enjoying what he is doing to you. His fingers are gripping your hips hard, pulling you closer with each thrust.

Your legs are stretched wide apart to fit him in between them and you are generally unable to move, let alone move away from him if you wanted. 

Sakazuki leans forward, pressing your lower body closer to you upper to get a better angle. He picks up his pace, his hand moving from your hip to your tits and squeezing them in the process. Another moan leaves your mouth and you arch your body against his touch, trying to move against his thrusts but it’s just not possible so you let him manhandle you. 

His hand moves from your tits to your throat and he closes it tightly around your neck, squeezing your windpipe shut. You try to gasp for air but to no avail, your hands instinctively claw at his larger on to loosen his grip but he is unforgiving.

Not long after does the lack of oxygen go to your head and you feel high. His dick inside of you feels more intense and Sakazuki seems to notice it as well since he slows down and lets you once again feel every inch of his hard dick which keeps rubbing against your walls. 

You open your eyes to look up at him, his lips slightly parted but otherwise having himself under control. Your lips form the word ‘air’ and you hope that he grants you the much-needed breath of oxygen. Sakazuki waits a little longer until panic starts to settle in, then he loosens his grip and you take in a long and deep breath of air but let it out right away through another loud moan he draws from you when he changes angles again in his dick presses against your special spot. 

“Shit!” he hisses when you tighten around him and his grip around your throat tightens reflexively again. You watch him close his eyes for a moment while he starts pounding into you before he opens them again to look at you. 

You watch your breasts move in tandem to his thrusts and how his massive dick is forced in and out of your cunt over and over again. 

Soon, this familiar tingling inside of you makes itself known again and you know that you’re close. 

Your legs twitch at the feeling that becomes more and more intense with watch thrusts, your body tenses and relaxes to cope with how quickly your orgasm is approaching. Sakazuki notices it as well. For a moment he considers denying you this one as well but he does not have unlimited time and he knows you need to leave soon. 

“You wanna cum?” he asks, stopping his thrusts for a moment, his dick still buried deep inside of you. Your walls are clenching around him, trying to force him to move but he doesn’t budge. His hand lets go of your throat and instead he places it right next to your head on the futon. 

Your eyes are red and watery due to the lack of oxygen but you know exactly what you want.

“Please let me cum, Sakazuki sama.” You whisper, biting your lip seductively. The fleet admiral presses his lips into a thin line and his hand clenches into a fist when he starts ramming himself into you, pressing you even further into the mattress while he fucks you into oblivion. 

You almost scream at this onslaught of his member and your orgasm hits you hard. Your whole body tenses, your toes curl, and your back arches from the futon. You throw your head back and let out one last long and loud moan while you cum hard around the older man. 

Sakazuki grunts in response, feeling how your pussy is trying to milk him and he is tempted to just let you squeeze him dry but he can’t do that. 

The small voice in his head forces him to pull out at the last moment before he unloads on your stomach and your tits, his cum covering you almost completely. 

He keeps his eyes closed for a moment to compose himself again, then he looks down at your wrecked form. 

“Fucking brat.”

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He wa already fully dressed and ready to go when you came out of the bathroom after getting rid of all the evidence of your morning session. 

He threw your clothes right at you, urging you to hurry since he had to go. You silently got dressed without complaint and then stood before him. 

“You’re not getting a goodbye kiss.” Sakazuki simply said and you huffed. “Why would I want that?” you retorted but internally not being completely against it. 

“Good. Just so we’re clear. This will never happen again.” He said and you rolled your eyes. You already knew this spiel and he always caved when you came back. 

“Sure. Whatever you say.” You turned around and walked towards the window. For a moment, you contemplated turning around one last time but decided against it. Instead, you just lifted your hand and gave a half-hearted wave goodbye. Then, you were gone.  

Sakazuki watched you disappear, not moving for a moment as if he was frozen in place. Then, he reaches for the den den-den-mushi on the cupboard.

“Borsalino, there might be a rouge pirate at Marineford.”

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The marine caught you by surprise and you were completely unprepared. You tried to get away from them but there were simply too many and you had to surrender. Now, you were led towards the big navy headquarter with its prison cells underneath the building, ready to be shipped off to Impeldown. 

First, you had no idea why and how they found you but realization hit pretty quickly when you heard admiral Kizaru speak into his den-den-mushi.

“You were right, Sakazuki. There was a rouge pirate running about Marineford.”

Of course, you thought to yourself with a bitter smile on your lips. Would’ve been too good to be true.

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“Do I wanna know why you knew there was a pirate running around HQ like this?” Borsalino sat on Sakazuki’s sofa in his office while the fleet admiral stood at the door, looking at the endless ocean. 

“You don’t need to know, Borsalino.” Sakazuki simply replied and with that the conversation was over for him. 

He felt weirdly dissatisfied but he dismissed it with the fact that he would simply miss having sex with you. This whole situation between you two was purely physical, nothing more. The kiss this morning was simply a slip-up and he just got carried away. It would never happen again. He would never see you ever again. Was it the right thing to have you locked up for the rest of your life?

Yes, absolutely. There was nothing wrong about locking up a criminal. He had his fun but if he kept this going this whole situation would simply cloud his mind and he couldn’t let that happen. 

Was it selfish to lock you up for the rest of your life?

Probably. But Sakazuki has never been known for being particularly selfless. 

He was the fleet admiral, after all. He didn’t get this job by being considerate but by being ruthless. And he would not change just for some good pussy.  

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Thank you for reading and staying with me all these years! I hope you enjoyed this whole story and I'm sorry not really for the not so happy ending. It just seemed right and fit Akainu's personality. He just seems like the type of guy who puts the marines over everything else.

Well, thanks a lot again!

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[kichous]

✧･ﾟ:*   everything but talk it through

summary. it should raise questions, how you’re the first person he chooses to see before a trip abroad. but you’re too distracted by his hand slipping down your waistband. series. a night of dark trees. part one. part two. part three you’re here! pairing. gojo satoru x gn!reader. warnings. heavy ( non-explicit ) mentions of sex. word count. 2521.

Gojo arrives uninvited, unannounced, and at his leisure. Such is the way he arrives at most, if not all, functions. Except this is no function, and you had been hoping to just enjoy a quiet night in before the work week started. You’re so used to Gojo that you don’t even bother yelling at him for the intrusion anymore, instead rolling your eyes at his entirely too cheerful greeting.

“I’m going on a business trip,” he chirps, as though you had asked. “Want me to get you anything?”

He set himself up for this one. “I want you to get away from me.”

“Aw.” You are unmoved by his glossy pout, the protrusion of his lower lip instead making a vein throb in your forehead. “You’re so mean to me.”

But even as he says so, you’re reaching into the cupboard for his favorite purple mug, the kettle already on the stove. He’s hunched over your kitchen counter, legs looped around those of one of your stools like he’s some kind of cephalopod. He’s comfortable here, which flies directly into the face of your supposed inhospitable nature. Murmuring a thanks as he takes the steaming cup from you—”Coaster!” you snap, making him jump—Gojo dumps an inhuman amount of sugar into his tea and props his chin up with his left hand.

“So, not that I care or anything,” you drawl, nursing your own drink, “what exactly is this business trip for and how long will you be gone?”

“Why, you askin’ ‘cause you need to know whether to break the Hitachi out while I’m gone?” Gojo laughs blithely, his Infinity batting away the soggy teabag you lob at him. It lands on the counter with a wet plop, and he gets up to toss it in your wastebin. “Shouldn’t be more than a couple of weeks. Just a little something to do with your dear little friend.”

Ah. The less you know about Yuji’s legal status, the better. Your primary concern is the boy himself, and Gojo’s doing you a favor by giving you some level of plausible deniability. Not that it would stick much, given that you had direct contact with the child. The higher-ups may have scoffed at your line of work, but they never considered you disobedient. You’re not sure what the ultimate blowback in this situation will end up being. You appreciate the fact that he’s at least trying to lessen the blow.

“So?” prods Gojo, doing so with his bony elbow as well. “What’ll it be? Baobab seed? Wicker basket? Blood diamond?”

You just barely keep from shooting scalding liquid from your nostrils. The look on your face, bug-eyed as it must be, serves as a source of endless amusement for him. Hacking wetly into the cuff of your sleeve, you wag a disapproving finger at him.

“One, that is so incredibly inappropriate.” You then allow your hand to go limp to flash the ice on your ring finger. “Two, I already have all the diamonds I’ll ever need. And three, knowing how cheap you are, you’d definitely bring me back cubic zirconia and try to dupe me into believing they’re real diamonds.”

“Cheap?! The outfit I’m wearing right now is 800,000 yen! Including my underwear.”

“Sure.”

He scowls. “So mean. You know, just for that, I’m going to get you a voodoo doll.”

“Wouldn’t you be in the wrong part of the world for a voodoo doll if your first offering was a baobab seed?” You snicker at Gojo’s frustrated wail. “You’re just going to steal one from Kugisaki and lie about it, aren’t you? I know you, you damn scam artist!”

“I am feeling so very attacked right now. This is a hate crime against the protected class of attractive young men. You’ll go to jail for this.” Crossing his arms, Gojo harrumphs like a small child and makes a ninety-degree turn on the stool. He shrugs your hand off when you try to apologetically pat him on the shoulder. “No. I’m still mad at you.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Your Majesty.” You make a show of mockingly bowing at him, and when that proves ineffective, you round the counter to kowtow at his feet. That, at least, earns you a smile. “Ah! There it is, arising in the east, Satoru’s smile is the sun.”

Gojo huffs, unwinding his arms. “That’s not how the line goes.”

“And that’s why you’re the teacher, not me.” You hop up on the stool next to him, mirroring his posture as you prop your elbow on the granite. “But seriously, is that all you came to say? You’re leaving? Are you making the rounds to everyone or could you not have just sent that in an e-mail?”

He leans closer, ankle brushing against yours. His glasses slip just a bit down the tip of his nose as he smirks—leers, really—at you. “Maybe I came here looking for a going away present. Maybe… something like a kiss?”

Ah, and there it is. You tilt your head, brushing the tip of your nose against his. You’re so close you can feel the warm puff of his breath against your lips. It’s like Gojo’s a black hole, slowly reeling you in. “Just a kiss?”

“Something to remember you by.” And then he closes the gap between the two of you.

Gojo’s an amazing kisser, and he knows it—just one of the many reasons that you find it increasingly difficult to say no to him. As self-absorbed as he can be, Satoru’s a generous lover. You have a feeling he gets an ego boost from driving his partners wild with pleasure. Not as unselfish a motive as you would prefer from a lover, but who are you to look a gift horse (or snake, according to his entirely too apt lunar zodiac) in the mouth? Your tongue’s the only thing that should be going in it.

His hands catch at your hips as you part, the sensation of air against your kiss-swollen lips breaking you out of your reverie. He tucks his head into your neck, leaving sharp little nips down the column of your throat as he pulls you against him. You can feel the pitter-patter of his heartbeat. It’s nearly as fast as yours. Winding your fingers through his hair, you tilt your head back with a sigh. He’s hot—a blazing inferno against your body, threatening to consume you whole. Your eyes fly open when he hoists you into the air abruptly. Instinctually, you lock your legs around Satoru’s waist as he lays a palm just above the curve of your ass to support your lower back.

“A little warning would have been nice,” you hiss, batting him lightly on the shoulder.

“We’re way past the time for talking,” says Satoru, his voice a low, hoarse rasp. His glasses have slipped almost all the way down his nose, the all-encompassing blue of his eyes almost invisible with how dilated his pupils are. You did this to him, you think triumphantly. You’re why his breath runs ragged, why his mouth is a ravaged red, why his pulse pounds with want.

Satoru is very familiar with the layout of your apartment, his gaze never leaving yours as he guides you both to your bedroom. You trust him not to walk you into a wall, though the brief weightlessness of being thrown onto your bed punches a startled “Eep!” out of you. “Mattress wasn’t soft enough for that—!”

Satoru tugs his shirt off instead of apologizing out loud. Your hand flies to his exposed chest without permission, fingers tracing squiggly lines down the planes of muscle. The pad of your thumb ghosts above a nipple, making Satoru tremble, and you catch it between your teeth. It—and the flash of tongue against the stiffening peak—draws a cry from Satoru, his back arching. You soothe the sting with gentle laps of your tongue as your free hand toys with the other side of his chest. Your right hand gropes at his ass. When you draw your fingers into his back pocket, you hear the crinkle of foil and tug at the packet—gold, with the English word MAGNUM written across it.

“You smug bastard,” you laugh. “You came here with a plan—’going away present,’ my ass.”

“Your ass is the present,” Satoru snorts. “You got a problem with that?”

“No. Not at all.”

Both of you are left breathless in the end, all thoughts of taking your time flying out the window when the opportunity to rut like animals presents itself. You’ll never get enough of it, the way Satoru groans low in his throat when he presses into you for the first time, or the way he folds himself over you no matter which position you’re in, skin against skin from head to toe.

It’s always amazing with him. That’s why you keep him around, after all. You’re up for another round, or three, if he’s able. Satoru catches his breath next to you, swatting your hand away with a hiss as your fingers crawl over his hip in a spider-like motion.

A laugh bubbles out of you, delirious and just barely more than a wheeze. You’re still breathless and warm, your heartbeat a frenetic rabbit’s pace in your ribcage. “Do you ever get tired?” you ask, itching to brush snowy locks away from his forehead.

“What do you mean?” Satoru props himself up on his elbow, gazing down at you inquisitively.

“Well.” It’s a strange topic to broach; neither of you has ever spoken at length about this… partnership of yours. There’s always been an unspoken rule about preserving its sanctity this way—no need to make it complicated.

You’re both attractive people, and you want each other. Simple, transactional, and way better than therapy (which is funny, coming from you). You’re not foolish enough to believe someone like Satoru would limit himself. Those who know him probably wouldn’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole, but strangers wouldn’t resist the temptation of his long legs and sculpted torso, his soft lips and brilliant eyes. “If this is how you put out for everyone you’ve ever been with, I don’t know how you do it. I know you’ve got boundless cursed energy, but I didn’t think that extend to regular—”

“I’m…” He looks puzzled. Almost hurt. An uncomfortable weight settles in your gut. “I’m not sleeping with anyone else. Are… are you…?”

“No.” You’re not as embarrassed by the admission as you are at his expression when you speak. Satoru’s cheeks puff slightly as he exhales, his brows drifting upward in what you can only describe as relief. He smiles, and it’s more gentle than predatory. You’re not used to him being this open. You’re not used to him being this nice. “What’s that face for?”

“My face is just my face,” laughs Satoru. He traces a gentle line down your jaw with a knuckle. You think he’s about to kiss you, shutting your eyes in anticipation as you feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. This leaves you wholly unprepared for the actual curve of his mouth, around words rather than a silent gesture.

“I love you.”

Your eyes fly open. It is no comfort to see he’s just as surprised as you are that he’d said it. All you can do is gape at him, a violent stabbing feeling in your chest as the bed seemingly falls away from underneath you. You must be dreaming. You pinch yourself. You’re not. And Satoru—Gojo, God, when did you get so familiar with him?—stares at you in anguish, hurt pouring out of him like a flood.

Not a single part of this situation makes sense to you. Not why he blurted it out. Not why he meant it. Not why he would ever expose his soft underbelly like this, practically holding up a neon sign denoting one of his few weaknesses.

Not why you rush to console him when heartbreak etches itself into the lines of his face. Not how you choose to offer your support with a highly unwelcome and unhelpful, “Thanks.”

You’ve not had to respond to those three words in a long time. You’re out of practice. But even you know that wasn’t the right thing to say.

Gojo doesn’t even call you out on it, instead reeling away from you as though he’s been shot. He stumbles free of the sheets, all ungainly limbs askew. His fringe shields his eyes from you as he hastily dresses himself. Stonily silent, he crams his shades on and he’s lost to you forever.

The situation is unsalvageable, a lost cause. Some could rightfully accuse you of being a pessimist, but there’s really no greater example than this. In the face of Gojo’s hurt, actual heartbreak—something you had never once thought him capable of—you’re powerless. You’re the one who hurt him, after all. How could anything you say be a balm to the pain you’ve caused?

“Wait,” you say weakly, but of course he doesn’t.

“I have to go,” is all Gojo says, punctuated by heavy footfalls and followed by the slamming of your front door. He hadn’t even found it in himself to crack a joke as he fled.

Pulling yourself up into a sitting position, you put your head in your hands. Part of you wants to be angry at him for taking a perfectly good thing and screwing it all up. But that’s not fair. He couldn’t help falling for you any more than you could help falling in love with your only classmate when you were fifteen. No, it’s the guilt that infuriates you—that Gojo’s gone and made you feel bad for hurting his feelings.

(And there’s another secret thing that you refuse to acknowledge.)

You can freely admit that your reaction was poor and hurtful. You will apologize for that, if Gojo will allow you to. He hadn’t said when he would be leaving for his trip, but it would be in poor taste to wait for longer than a week—especially if you want to sleep with him ever again. And you do. But would that be a good idea? And is that the only reason you want to apologize?

Trust Gojo to go and make everything this complicated. You sigh mournfully for the status quo. You’ll give him the rest of the night to lick his wounds. You have some of your own to nurse, a yawning gaping void in your chest that frays at the edges and brings tears unbidden to your eyes. Squeezing them shut, you beg for blissful sleep to take you, so you don’t have to think or feel or do much of anything anymore.

(The truth of it is, when Gojo said it, you felt happy. That was your immediate reaction. And that frightens you. Try as you might to move on, as your long lost beloved—so good and kind and sweet—would have wanted for you, you’re terrified of it actually happening.

It’s deliciously pathetic. Between a mass murderer and… you, Gojo Satoru needs better taste.)

[unmakxr]

Don't mind it, just fixing some things.

Like this 'sparkeater', who doesn't eat sparks. Gonna fix that good. Open your mouth now, mortal. There you go. Chew, savour the flavour, and swaaaaallow.

Good pest. Isn't that better? Better to consume the steel than pretend otherwise. Bite, chew, swallow. Bite, swallow. Swallow. Swallow.

Hunger is never satiated. But this helps.

[rxng]

contender for 'most concerning ship'

froid/you/sunder

[tadbitfooled]

I love reblogging sex headcanon memes

because when I reblog them I'm like "Yeah this'll be fun to get some"

then I start writing them like "I...have no idea what I'm talking about"

[cognitosclowns]

may i request hcs on andre, reagan and JR giving their partner a bj? those three are just so <333

YYYEEEAAHH <33 you know I love writing oral smdnsmd <333 and I haven't written for these three in a hot minute so this was super fun!!

NSFT!! Minors go away I have a broom and I'm not afraid to use it

Reagan

She's merciless good luck <3

MSNDMSD SERIOUSLY SHE IS SO,,, the only word I can think of is 'dedicated'

Like you can clearly see that she's thinking through every movement, every swirl of her tongue, every application of pressure.

That isn't to say it's robotic - there's plenty of improvisation, but much like everything she does it's extremely intense + she uses her knowledge to her utmost advantage.

It's really her way of giving head, yk? like it's so uniquely her, there's no other way of describing it. Absolutely ruins head from anybody else.

Looking Reagan in the eyes while she gives you head is how she steals souls

SERIOUSLY her eyes are so,, intensely amber. Especially in a dark bedroom, seeing those two sharp eyes boring a hole into your skull?? With the same expression she gets when she's in her element, working in the lab?? <333333

NEEDLESS TO SAY,, very hard to keep it up but BOY is it fun to lock eyes with her <333

She's efficient, but that doesn't mean she won't drag it out a little bit - if she can feel you twitching, she might pull back to just stroke. Maybe some quiet banter <33

OH and you KNOW you're gonna get a lil post-orgasm torture. Those firm strokes of her tongue feel like the horniest sandpaper in the world, SNDSMND very conflicting sensations

Sometimes it's nice to see if she can get you to pop back-to-back, yk? <3333 even geniuses need an ego boost every once in a while.

Andre

OH the absolute messiest head of your life babey <333

If you. don't like the look of saliva and mess. maybe keep your eyes on the ceiling. Also keep a handcloth around you'll want to wipe off after MNSDMSD

Is it kinda gross and messy?? Yea absolutely

Is it also the best head of your fucking life?? YEA ABSOLUTELY MSNDMSD

It's a careful balance but it works especially well since,, you usually aren't able to keep your eyes open-

He has been to,, so many orgies,, he has sucked so many dicks of varying sizes and shapes. He probably knows your dick better than you do, and he's gonna use that to his FULL advantage <3

Doesn't matter how hard you try to keep your eyes open, he'll always find a way to swirl his tongue just right and WHOOPS your eyes are rolled far enough back to start seeing shrimp colors smdnsd.

The little glimpses you DO get are super nice though <33

You can tell he genuinely enjoys it. Like there's no way he's not gonna be,, giggling right at the back of his throat each time you buck into his mouth. Giving head is just such a fun thing for him.

JR

Sucking dick composes the base of his Maslow Hierarchy of Needs MSNDSMD

At a certain point you will begin to wonder. How much of him asking to suck your dick is him wanting to make you feel good, and how much of it is him just Desperately Needing To Suck Some Dick

(... like,, 60/40? I won't specify in who's favor MSNDMSD)

It really does feel like he's trying to hoover the cum right outta your balls?

Lots of focus on the tip, swirling + sucking with little wobbles of his head. Every time a bit of precum starts leaking out, he starts straight up keening.

A bunch of little 'mm-hm?' when he feels your balls tense up. When you're close, he's gonna take you all the way to the back of his throat <3

he just,, loves the overwhelming choking feeling when you cum down his throat <33 He can feel it gulp down his esophagus and that feeling of hot cum settling in his stomach goes straight to his dick. 10/10 it's like drinking warm milk before bed MSNDSMD

<3333 PENISES <333 DICKS AND BALLS <33 MWA MWA MWA TYSM FOR THIS ASK!!! let me know if you had smth else in mind, and as always feel free to add more ideas!! <333

[angeltism]

when 99% of the content of one of uur fragments is weird icky stuff

[sashi-ya]

Hello sashi! Can I request a shinigami!doflamingo,with a reader that's afab gender neutral. I don't mind the kinks xD Meido or Hell? (idk about japanese Lore?? Sorry)

And the prompt can be purgatory? xD if not I don't mind this too whatever you think it suits better to Doffy!

Congrats in the event!

Hola!!! So, since I know I owe you a Doffy fic (cause I just remembered I never posted the previous one for the Royals event) here I bring you a new more sinful one! I hope you enjoy!! Thank u so much for your support, babe! 💜

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒊! 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒐 𝒙 𝑮𝒏! 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒃! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍

➡ Tw: nsfw. Doffy is some kind of shinigami. shibari. overstimulation. punishment. oral. fucking in a dark void where reader is only able to feel but not to see. size kink. fingering. "knife" play (his threads are sharp). imo is kinda dark, my mental image was reader to be tied like crucified, but you can skip that. ➡ Prompt: Purgatory; chose your punishment, eternal pain, or eternal pleasure? ➡ wc: 1.3k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist

There is a certain Shinigami, that not even Death sometimes can control. He is in charge of reaping the souls of those who deserve Hell.

He wears glasses, and it’s fancy enough to say that he doesn’t care about his uniform. This Shinigami does not have a typical scythe, he uses his fingers. And those fingers are skilful enough to create the sharp edge of a sickle which takes away the souls of sinners.

But who is he to punish the sinners? Doflamingo is a sinner too…The worst of all.

And there was also a sinner, a sinner that had to decide which punish to choose. There isn’t many times when Doflamingo gives this opportunity to mortals, but you were the one to experience his devilishly smirk while asking you so…

“So, you little mortal… welcome to the purgatory, where you will have the privilege to choose your punishment… just cause you look really tasty” he says, while you kneel in front of him. Nothing but the warm dim lights of candles glow up the place. Around is pretty dark, and it feels as if you were over a platform of rocks surrounded by pure void around.

You look at his blonde hair, and those glasses covering his eyes. How is he able to see in such a dark place with those? Perhaps he doesn’t need his eyes to do so.

He is undeniably sexy, but, is it the place for you to still succumb to lust? You are here in the first place because of it, because of being hungry, because of wanting pleasure… is that so bad? Why is it a sin?

You swallow, and even if you are not sure of being allowed to talk, you do, nonetheless. “What should be my options?” you ask, closing your eyes as you see his fingers wiggling in a special way.

“Your options… Mmh? Well, you have to chose in between eternal pain, or, eternal pleasure… But, I must warn you, everything has its consequences… that’s what both are called punishments”

Both options being named with that low but sexy voice sounds as enticing as dangerous, and, even if the most logical path would be to choose the worst of all because he has just warned you that everything has its consequences you don’t falter…

“Eternal pleasure”

A big grin gets plastered on the huge Shinigami’s face. He is pretty tall, and not only is he tall, but also looks well trained and strong. His tongue is as huge as the rest of his anatomy. He gloats at your sudden decision; probably sure you were choosing that one. Sure, and happy, happy that you decided to go that route with him.

“Then it’s done, you have chosen to eternally pleasure me. You will be my slave, you will be my hole, the body I will use until I’m satisfied for all of this eternity of a life”  he says, now letting you know why he warned you… “everything has consequences”

As soon as he finishes his speech, his big fingers tangle around your hair. He pulls you up from your kneeling position and pushes you back into the dark abyss.

You begin to fall back, feeling nothing around you but the gravity’s weight pushing your existence into an infinite nothingness. You close your eyes, it’s ok, after all you must be in hell, this should be part of your punishment.

Suddenly you stop falling, your body can’t move. Strings around you hold you tight, like an insect into a spider’s web, like a puppet moved by a puppeteer. “Are you scared, (Name)?” that man asks, knowing your name but you are still ignorant of his.

“I am….not” you whisper, still in pure darkness. You are not really scared, but curious at this point. “What’s your name, sir?”.

“That, you will discover soon little mortal”

The ties around your body begin to squeeze your flesh, and so much they do that they feel like cutting. Sharpest, finest objects that carve marks over your now ragged clothes.

In plain darkness you also suddenly feel his presence around you. His laugh, perverse but sexy reverberating in your ear, his warm breathe caressing your neck. Hands that touch you up and down, how many are they? How comes there are more than two?

“Are you ready for an eternity of pleasure, mh?” he whispers, and licks your neck up and down. “Hmm… yes, sir” you moan, covered in goosebumps.

The ties around your ankles pull in the contrary direction, spreading your legs efficiently and violently. You are not sure in which exact position you are now, since it’s like you were floating in the absence of light, but you don’t care. Probably dimensions are non-existent in Hell.

Engulfed by nothingness, you can only feel. You can’t see, but you can hear, you can smell, and you can taste. You squirm under his unexpected touch over your sex. He laughs, laughs, and laughs. This unknown Shinigami is having the time of his life, playing with the surprise effects of you not knowing what his next step will be.

“Wet… I want you more wet” he mumbles, now sticking his fingers inside you. He uses beckoning motions, violent, also crushing your neck with his free hand. Carotids being pressed, blood flow interrupted to your brain. Dizziness, and faintness mixed with explosive sensations on your lower belly.

Your back arches, and even if it isn’t resting against anything you feel like gripping your hands to almost lightweight silky sheets around you. Moans and whines your lips let out echo all around oblivion, your moans, and his sexy laughter. You can, however, despite not being able to see, imagine his grin close to your lips.

Of course, there is not much your body is able to resist, you are sure you are having more than two fingers going in and out of you, stretching you out. But, of course, this demon of a Shinigami isn’t satisfied with that simply stretch. He wants you to scream, to plead for more.

He suddenly stops, kisses now cover your skin. Wet kisses over the neck, that go up until your mouth. His teeth trapping your lower lip, pulling. You simply wish you were able to touch him, but you simply can’t. Your hands are tied, almost like crucified.

“Don’t fight to hard nor move, or you may end up cut… these strings are sharp, these are able to cut the chain of your soul… I don’t want you to bury you in hell before I give your proper punishment…” he suggest, as you feel the honed strand against your chest. It burns, but his tongue palliates the pain as he licks over your breasts.

The smell of iron reaches your nose, you are sure you have been at least cut by one of them, but you don’t care as his fingers have never stopped masturbating you and climax takes over your body.

This nameless punisher swallows the cries of pleasure of your body orgasming, but not for so long, since his mouth moves right where you thought you weren’t to take much more.

Wet tongue that now lands on your throbbing anatomy devours your orgasming spasms, giving you more, more and more. Body that feels like bursting from the inside out, overstimulating, prolongating an orgasm to the point of almost loosing consciousness. And you keep going, feeling your muscles tense, your bones on the verge of breaking, almost losing your mind…

Not enough, is not enough.  Eternal? Eternal pleasure?

Yes, eternal… that’s the catch…

A never stopping orgasm, and the intrusion of his sex into yours. You were not ready; you feel like you expand even if you were sure you couldn’t do it. You feel your walls on the verge of snapping, but the pleasure is so big, so endless. So eternal.

“You wanna know my name?” he says, in between pants as he thrusts into you, and you can feel your belly growing as he goes deeper. “Y-yes…”

“Doflamingo is my name, welcome to your punish, the eternal pleasure… a never-ending climax… now, take my cum on and on and on…”

[saetoru]

no tumblr’s tagging system is so busted like if there’s a tag that contains the sequence of letters “male reader” it shows in the male reader tags even if there’s more there. so tags like “female reader” show up in the tag because it shows the phrase it’s so dumb😭😭

like i have “male reader” blocked on my blog bc there’s some authors who are uncomfortable with fem readers interacting w male reader or gn fics which i completely get so i just blocked it so i wouldn’t accidentally see and interact with it but now everything with “female reader” is blocked too it’s so annoying and soooo frustrating bc authors get blamed for tagging stuff incorrectly when they tagged everything the right way tumblr’s code is just shitty🫠

this is exactly what happens to me all the time like i do believe to the best of my knowledge i tag everything appropriately but if my stuff shows in "x male reader" tag i genuinely have nothing i can do bc i did not use that tag but ppl get mad at me for it and im like 😭 i do think that last anon was just being genuinely curious and not rude or accusatory but i just am rly tired of the whole topic as a whole bc it usually results in ppl yelling at me sjhjdgf so my only and best advice is just that if u see my content in the tags and cant understand why its there just block me and save us both the trouble of figuring out why its there

but yeah tumblr has a rly broke ass tag system bc if u type in the tags "i was writing a gojo x reader fic" like as a casual statement, it shows in the gojo x reader tags bc it has "gojo x reader" which i think is rly quite silly bc i think the tags should show only posts w precisely that specific set of words ONLY but idk. idk 😭 its rly annoying and i think we all deal w it no matter what content we look for so the best bet is to just remove ppl u constantly see in the tags who do not give content u are looking for instead of going to them directly ab it as tho they can help what the tags show

[6cular]

i wanna write ... intense things .

[kaoharu]

going thru the yuta tag is terrifying

[last-answer]

i love looking thru a chara tag and its all just