#absolute degenerate writings

[prettyboy-basement]

. . . searching . . . c o r r u p t e d f i l e . . . cunnilingus.exe (aventurine x ftm!reader)

he had to work fast. otherwise...

"aventurine... i'm getting bored."

your thighs wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard. he choked and patted them.

"h-hey..." he gasped. "i want to breathe..."

"but you're boring me..."

keeping your attention and desire was a hard task, indeed.

as one of the most important assets of the ipc, your pleasure, attention and desire was of utmost importance.

"loser."

"ngh! l-let me just continue..."

he pried your thighs apart and kissed into you, licked into your cunt. his nose bumped gently against your cock, making you huff.

"is that all you can give me?" you threw your head back, sighing loudly. "where's that doctor? he's way better at this."

he resisted a scoff and simply pushed your thighs up to your tummy. "listen. i'll make you feel really good."

"as if." you rolled your eyes. "you can't do jack shit, can you?"

he was about to shoot back, but you grabbed his collar and threw him onto the bed. he barely had to to catch his breath when you firmly sat on his face.

"mmh?!"

"shut up." you ground down on his face hard. "this is what you're supposed to do, right? so take responsibility and do your job, stoneheart. we aren't stopping till i say, got it?"

most of the time, aventurine hated his job.

[neverendingford]

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[rise-my-angel]

Me sending texts to my straight cis male friend as if he at all understands what I'm talking about: No listen okay Robbs kink was to be rough and dominant but Jon just IS rough and dominant when you let him indulge in his breeding kink okay theres a difference in why they're dominant with you and when, it's about Robbs confident experience versus Jon's emotional intensity-

My straight cis male friend who just so happens to be the only friend who still likes asoiaf/got:

[unladielike]

As previously explored with @spiritpyro’s Hayate and @dis--parity​’s Alex, Vivian actually has trouble saying the word, ‘love’, around people she is romantically attracted to. ...In fact, she opts to say ‘L-word’ instead, meaning rather than ‘I love you’, it would be ‘I L-word you’, because this girl is unaccustomed to navigating romantic relationships and romance as a whole.

Seriously, you’ve got to understand Vivian has spent years, looking down on normies and scoffing at the idea of ‘true love’, that once she actually realizes her feelings for someone is less platonic in nature, she becomes very embarrassed. Why, while she has no qualms telling friends, pets, or even her father she loves them, love interests and significant others are a whole different story altogether.

Honestly, at least when dating them for the first little while, Vivian would act like a bashful school girl around anyone she falls for and just fumble through her words, to the point where if a ship were to occur in her older modern verse, people might doubt the fact she’s not actually a virgin. But yeah, she has trouble being the least bit suave and will be a very milder version of a tsundere (ie: will threaten to smother a muse’s face with kisses if they don’t shut up, whine about a muse being incorrigible, etc) when it comes to more flirtatious or charming muses.

Of course, she does end up being a bit more lascivious or weirdly blunt/shameless (which is best demonstrated through this post here *WARNING* suggestive language) as time goes on, but overall, doing anything romantic (like bringing a significant other flowers) will still reduce her to a blushing mess... and naturally, how she reacts is quite heavily dependent on how shy or bold a muse is, but for the most part, Vivian is very much a dork.

[lizardsfromspace]

One of the most fascinating people I ever met was someone who was in a screenwriting class with me. He was the only one in the class who got into writing in order to work in that most vibrant and story-centric of genres, pornography

He got up in front of class and confessed to his every psychosexual hangup. See, he became "fascinated" with porn ever since he stayed home from school one day when he was younger and saw the horny part of Cinemax. But according to him, "I could never get involved in it myself due to the performer's filthy natures". He wanted to be a writer because he hated everyone involved in porn and thought they were filthy, degenerate sluts, but by god he wanted to be the one telling them what filth to do

What was his dream project? Well, he wanted to make the first million dollar action porno. It would be an action piece starring a secret agent who was half Italian, half French, half Greek, all action, all sex. It would be like a James Bond movie but you actually get to see them bone. It was a million dollar movie that would absolutely take a lot more than one million to make

He described the central setpiece of his film: the hero is fighting a man on a train when - oh no! - the train derails! Just before entering the tunnel! And it explodes early! Luckily, the hero escapes. It's not the hero's fault that the train derailed and exploded before it entered the tunnel.

Sadly, I think he dropped the class. So now we'll never get to see more of his slut-shaming million dollar psychosexual confession

[spookyboywhump]

The thing that I feel like people need to understand about whump is that it’s inevitable that some people are gonna be into it sexually and it’s inevitable that for some people it’s also a kink and it’s inevitable that some people fantasize about whump scenarios. And that’s fine. There ain’t nothing wrong with that, if that makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to interact with those people, there is a block button for a reason.

But just because it makes you uncomfortable don’t mean it’s wrong or bad. You can’t come to a community for weirdos, that runs on art and writing made by weirdos, and then get all upset when hey! There’s weirdos around here! The person who writes whump because they think it’s hot ain’t more weird than the person who writes whump because it helps them vent, and that person ain’t any weirder than the person who writes whump just because they think it’s neat. By the standards of most people outside the whump community, we’re ALL weird for enjoying it at all, so there’s no sense in getting all high and mighty because you believe you enjoy whump in the most pure and moral way possible, unlike those “degenerates” so to say. And honestly, if you aren’t mature enough to understand the simple fact that just because someone likes something in fiction, or just because someone likes to fantasize about something, that absolutely does not mean they want it in real life, then you probably aren’t mature enough to be having these discussions about whump/kink and whether it’s “okay” or not if someone gets off to it anyway.

[1800bitchcraft]

Hi lovely!! I’m absolutely obsessed with your work and how you write ford 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i would love to see more of your takes on ford overstimulating reader and/or vice versa if that’s something you’d be interested in writing 👀

A/N: Hello my darling! I'm so pleased you enjoy my work and am MORE than happy to write this for you, I hope you enjoy it! I've been taking a bit of a break to rest my hands, but I've got some truly delicious requests in my inbox in the mean time and a delightfully fluffy Ford request I've been working on periodically, so I thought now would be the perfect time to return for a bit! Enjoy!

CW: oral, overstim, multiple orgasms, fingering, mild dirty talk

!!! MDNI OR ILL GET THE BROOM !!

Smut under the cut!😘

"My love," he sighed the words, soft and fond as you pressed soft, fleeting kisses over his shoulders. He could feel the barely-there press of your lips through the thin material of his button down. He shivered against you when you leaned up on your toes to brush over his bare skin.

"Y'know, if you stare any harder at it, it might just burst into flames." Your teasing voice could be heard just behind him, and Ford breathed in deep, eyes closing as your arms slid around his waist a few moments later. Your front pressed to his back, the warmth of your body seeping into his and loosening the tension in his muscles until he was relaxing back into you. Your hands splayed out over his belly, feeling the way his muscles tensed and fluttered under your touch.

"You're so tense," you murmured. Your breath puffed over his skin, warm and smelling of your sweetened coffee. Ford's heart thudded in his chest, your hands drifting up to feel it pounding under his skin. Encouraged by your light, teasing touches and your proximity. "You've been staring at this for hours. You need a break." Ford swallowed thickly, recognizing the coaxing, beguiling tone of your voice and feeling heat start to pool in his belly in an almost Pavlovian response.

"I- it's important, I can't just stop I'm so- so close," he hated the breathy quality to his voice. The way his breath caught in his throat as you drew light, teasing circles over sensitive nipples. Making his eyes flutter and a blush crawl across his cheeks.

"Mmm I could get you closer," your smooth voice purred in his ear, and he choked on a whimper when your teeth tugged lightly at his earlobe. He reached up, caught your wrists in his hands but didn't move them from his chest. Merely trapped them against himself, turning so you could try to glare down at you. Trying not to be swayed by the mischief in your smile and the raw desire in your eyes that left him feeling a little weak in the knees.

"You- you are a degenerate," he huffed, flustered and flattered and meaning none of it. You giggled, catching him by surprise when you tugged suddenly against the grip on his wrists. Not enough to break free, but enough to have him stumbling forward. Pressing just that little bit closer to your space.

"Maybe," you mused, stepping even closer until Ford could feel the heat radiating from your bare skin, so much of it exposed by the flimsy tank top you wore. "But can you blame me? It's so hard not to be when you stand there with that cute little frown on your face, makes me wanna do awful things to you." Your tone suggested the things in question were anything but awful, and you knew you had him where you wanted him when his eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there.

"What- what things?" You watched the way his pupils dilated, almost bleeding into the deep brown of his eyes. Your poor, sweet scientist was so pent up. He'd been absorbed in his latest project, wholly encompassed by it. So much so he hadn't touched you in weeks, a far cry from his usual voracious appetite. You, personally, had had it and clearly, your plan to force him into a much deserved break was working. You swallowed and licked your lips. Ford's eyes tracked the movement greedily, suddenly feeling far too warm as his own self-imposed lack of anything from you was starting to wear on him all at once.

"Mm I miss you," you said softly. Your hands still against his chest, though they were no longer trapped there as his grip loosened considerably. You relished in the soft gasp he let out when you gently rubbed your thumbs over his nipples. Applying just enough pressure to have his hands twitching where they still held your wrists. "So many nights you've left me all alone in our bed; y’know my fingers just don't feel the same as yours." Ford loosed a low groan then, hands dropping quickly to grip at your hips, tugging you forward. Pressing you against him forcefully, suddenly desperate to feel you against him.

"Darling," he released the word in a rush of breath, voice tinged with a soft, hushed whine. His head dipped down, lips brushing against yours. Taunting, teasing. You curled your fingers, digging your nails into his chest just the slightest bit. Enough to elicit a slight sting, making him shudder against you, hips twitching and rolling into yours.

"Yes?" You cooed. You were having far too much fun with this. Enjoying pushing and pulling at his restraint. Ford didn't dignity you with a response, however. Instead, choosing to close the barely there gap between you. Swallowing whatever retort you'd had at the ready in a kiss. It started out slow; just the gentle, seeking press of his slightly chapped lips on yours. Quickly, however, it turned into more.

Spurred on when you moaned into him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, he licked at the seam of your lips. Groaning when they parted, his hands slid back to grab greedy handfuls of your ass. Relishing in the whimper you let out. The soft scratching of your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. He sucked at your bottom lip, bruising the soft skin as he started walking you backwards. Refusing to let you go for even a moment. Rushing back into your space and stealing the breath from your lungs the second you broke the kiss, desperate to taste you. You yelped when your thighs hit the cold metal of his desk, Ford's hands immediately locking around your thighs and lifting you. Sitting you on the cluttered surface and wedging his hips between your legs.

"Fuck, Ford," you panted. Voice hushed and breathless when he broke the kiss just to stare at you. You were clearly ready for bed, perhaps had already been in bed before you came looking for him. Your flimsy tanktop was soft, worn cotton edged in lace. It framed your chest perfectly and his cock throbbed when he saw your nipples, achingly sensitive and begging to be touched, through the fabric. He rucked it up slightly, just enough to slide his warm hand under it. Desperate to feel your bare skin, gratified when you shivered and clung to him. Your shorts clung to you like a second skin and he choked on a groan when he realized he could just make out the shape of your pretty pussy through the fabric. Swallowing the drool that suddenly pooled in his mouth, feeling dizzy with want as he realized you weren't wearing any panties.

"Ford-!" You gasp his name loudly. Surprised when he simply sinks to his knees between your legs, no words or preamble. Your voice chokes on a high, whining moan however when he suddenly surges forward just as quickly, planting his handsome face between your thighs and dragging his tongue along your clothed cunt. Just tasting you, even through the fabric of your shorts, is enough to have him groaning. Big hands gripping your thighs tighter, spreading you wide as he continues to lap at you through your shorts until the fabric is soaked with a mix of his saliva and your slick.

"Up." Ford's voice is sudden and insistent. Demanding as he taps at your hips. As soon as you're lifting them he's tugging your shorts down your legs, groaning when he's greeted by your slick, soaked pussy. "Fuck, sweetheart. All this for me?" He glances up at you, watching as you nod furiously, fingers finding their way into his hair and tugging. His hands move over your thighs until he can plant one thumb on either side of your folds and spread you. His mouth waters, eyes greedily drinking in every inch of the scene before him. Transfixed by the glimmering sheen of your slick, the way your needy hole clenches around nothing. You tug insistently at his hair.

"Ford, Ford please just- fuck, please, need your mouth, need- o-oh!" You're cut off abruptly, rudely, when Ford slides a fingers through your folds. Stopping at your entrance, he only pauses for a moment before sinking his finger in deep. Curling it and stroking at your walls in a way that makes your back bow and your toes curl. He doesn't give you time to say anything; to gasp out a plea or a whimper of his name before he's sealing his lips around your clit. Tongue stroking the sensitive, swollen nub until your thighs are shaking in his hands.

It's embarrassing how quickly you cum. Well, embarrassing to you. To him it's nothing but pure, vicious pride and desire lashing through his body. He feels you clenching around his fingers, now three stuffed inside you. Tastes the way you get wetter, sweeter, even. Moans as your hips grind against his face, barreling towards your orgasm with sudden ferocity that has your head spinning. He doesn't let up even when you're twitching in overstimulation, tugging at his curls wound around your fingers.

"Ford, it's- fuck, m'so sensitive," you whine and he moans in response. Slipping his fingers free, he sucks them clean. Eyes rolling back with a groan at the taste of you. Your reprieve doesn't last for long as he's tongue deep in your folds again. Drinking down everything you have to offer greedily. "Oh, oohhh fuck Ford, S-Stanford fuck-" your hips start rocking into his face and he wraps an arm over your hips. Pinning you to the desk his hand dips down to stroke two fingers over your clit, the pressure mind numbing and perfect.

"That's it, doing so good for me. C'mon, y'can give me another can't you?" His low voice, insistent and rough with desire, is what does you in. You're thrown into your second orgasm with devastating quickness. He groans to feel your nails on his scalp, tongue-fucking your entrance as you clamp around the muscle and squeeze like it's his cock. It makes him throb where he's still trapped behind his zipper, and his hips rock on instinct. Though, he's too engrossed in the taste and smell and feel of you shaking apart on his mouth to do much about it. He's drunk on you, desperate to have you cumming on his tongue until you're crying.

He fucks you through two more orgasms like that, and they come so quickly you have a hard time telling where one begins and the other ends. You pull his hair, and he lets out a low, pornographic moan at the feeling. He pulls away from you, granting you only a mild reprieve as he sinks in another finger, now stretching you apart on four.

"Fuck, look at you. Take me so well, sweetheart. Fucking perfect." He's mesmerized by the way you squeeze and clench around his fingers, hips weakly trying to push against the restraint he has on them. Your hands move to grab at the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white with the force of your grip. Your overstimulated whining only seems to spur him on, and you hiccup a sobbing moan of his name when he curls his fingers and strokes them along your g-spot. "Yeah baby? S'that it? That what you needed? Cmon, use your words." You swallowed thickly, tongue feeling thick and clumsy in your mouth.

"Ford, Ford please, please I need-" you hiccuped a moan, nerves hypersensitive and sparking with pleasure. "Need you, please please." Your eyes were glossy with tears and Ford swore at the hazy, blissed out look on your face. He nipped at your thighs, leaving blooming bruises in his wake along your tender skin.

"D'you remember your safeword?" He asked, slowing his pace slightly. You struggled to think, swimming through the thick fog of your thoughts. He watched you carefully, waiting until you nodded your head. "D'you need to use it?" You paused again, then shook your head no.

"N-No, I don't just- god, I just want you Ford, please wanna f-feel you, wan'you to fuck me, wanna feel full please," you babbled the words. Blinking and feeling the pleasured tears start to roll down your cheeks. Ford muffled his groan into the crease of your thigh, the fucked out look on your face making his need rise to an almost unbearable degree.

He kissed at your hip, trailing down your thigh. He kept the slower pace with his fingers, making sure you felt every second of it as you quivered on the desk above him. "Just one more, darling. You can do that, can't you? Just gimme one more." His words were low and slurred, drunk on you and the pleasure that came from reducing you to a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

You whimpered at his words. Your internal muscles clenched as the pleasure built, another orgasm coming quickly. You could barely get any words out before you came. Riding out your high on his fingers, thoughts feeling slow and sticky like molasses. He waited until your breathing evened out, mouth trailing along your inner thigh. You twitched when you felt the slick glide of his tongue along your drenched folds, whimpering softly. You barely heard the low murmur of his voice above the rushing of the blood in your ears, but you tuned in, listening intently. Your heart thudded when you heard it again, feeling a heady mix of trepidation and desire at the low, fucked out tone of his voice.

"One more. Just one more.."

[prettyboy-basement]

. . . searching . . . found ! dumb boytoy (asra x ftm!slime!reader)

"mr. asra! look what saw!"

"mr. asra, who's this?"

"mr. asra you're so smart!"

asra was going to lose it.

he was just going through the forest when muriel just had to dump you into his arms, not knowing what to do with you.

"i don't want to hurt him. you can take care of him."

and in his arms was a young man made out of... jelly? slime?

when he brought him home, he didn't know what he would expect. but as the days went on and went by, he realized you were just so curious and... cute.

"mr. asra are you okay?"

you were squishy... soft…

"mr. asra?"

"...huh?"

"i was asking if you were okay. the water's been boiling for a while now."

he looked down at the kettle and swore softly, taking it off the heat. you giggled quietly, and asra was sure his heart flew.

he poured the two cups and stirred them before setting them at the table.

"you told me you were curious about something?"

"yeah, why do you wear clothes?"

asra nearly dropped his cup and coughed to cover a swear.

"i'm sorry, what?"

"i was wondering why you wear clothing. i mean, it's super restrictive and i was curious how your body looked..."

this wasn't real. asra was still asleep and he was about to wake up rock hard and he'd need to rub one or two out before opening his shop.

...oh who was he kidding, his mind wasn't this creative. this was actually happening.

"um... well, people wear clothing for modesty reasons. we have been taught since we were kids that our body needs to be covered. along with this, the sun can damage us, and such."

"well then what about when we're just at home and the shop is closed up? why do you still wear clothes?"

asra stared at you and crossed one leg over the other. "w-well, it’s important to practice modesty whenever you can so you don't for- hey!"

he hadn't noticed you slide down to his legs until you forcefully uncrossed them. there, you could see the tent.

"what's this, mr. asra?"

his face heated up and he looked away. well you were curious. "...that is my dick."

"why's it pointing up like this?"

"because... i am currently aroused."

"...what does that mean?"

"it means that my sexual desire is higher than normal-nh!"

you slid your hand over his tent, and asra quickly grabbed your wrist. he panted softly and thought offhandedly how it would feel around his cock.

"goodness, dear, you cannot just do that..."

"oh! sorry, mr. asra!"

"it's alright... quite alright..." you were so curious about it and surely you wanted to see it, right? "...would you like to see what it looks like?"

"you'll let me see?"

"only if you wish to."

you nodded your head quickly and asra swore under his breath. he lifted his hips and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knee, let his cock bob out. you eyes widened at the sight.

"woah..."

he wrapped a hand around your head. "you can touch it if you like.”

you reached up and touched his cock softly, focusing on the tip. his breath hitched, it felt like something he tested some time back, with a fake cunt.

"are you okay, mr. asra?"

"mhmm... it feels... so good..."

you slowly wrapped you hand around it and stroked him gently. his precome leaked onto and then into your hand and you pulled it away to watch it.

"wow... what's this?"

"ah... hah... it's precome... it's something that comes out while i'm relieving myself of my arousal before i come."

"what does that look like?"

he stared at you before pushing his hair back. he huffed out a laugh, and pulled you up into his lap. "you really want to see?"

"mhmm! mhm!"

"alright. hold on tight."

he lfited you up and pushed his cock into you. he wasn't sure which hole he pushed into, if he did even push into one, but be didn't even care.

you felt amazing.

"ohh... oh fuck, darling... you feel..."

"uhnn... w-woah... look at it!"

he looked down and he could see his cock inside of you. well now, he couldn't pass this up. he held onto your hips and thrust upwards, pounding away at your hole, making you gasp and hiccup, clearly surprised at the sudden action.

you whined and held onto his arms, throwing your head back as you moaned out into the shop.

"god, how'd i get- ah- so da-amn lucky- fuck!"

he felt you squirt around him and he looked down, seeing the odd colored liquid drip down onto the chairr.

"holy fuck- ah!"

he held you close and came inside of you. you both sat there for a few moments afterwards, and he looked down once more, seeing his cum pooled inside of you.

"oh... oh wow... what was that, mr. asra?"

"that... was sex. people who love each other very much have sex."

you sat up and watched his face. "do you love me?"

he chuckled and nodded. "very much so, my dear."

you wrapped your arms around him and swished your hips, making him choke.

"i love you too mr. asra! let's live together forever!"

he held your hips. "yes. let's."

[acexsmhking]

I just saw your post about cowboy Brian and Tim. I NEED more if you would be willing to write it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cowboy!Tim & Brian x FEM!Reader

note: YES YES. COWBOY BRIAN AND TIM LETS GOO I will be writing this kinda Brim-y I hope you don’t mind

Warning(s): 18+ content, old america, mentions of prostitution, mentions of abuse, mentions of Reader getting physical harmed, sweet ol’ boys.

GAWHHHH THEIR ACCENTS, so listen we all know Brian and Tim (especially Brian) have some pretty nice accents in MH but lawd imagine that plus 100 ugh my heart

Tim found you first, you were a working girl having to deal with an.. unsatisfied customer. The man was being brash and crude, one hand tightly yanking on your wrist as he tried bringing you closer to him.

Tim got between you both as soon he noticed, he ain’t one to tolerate the disrespect of women. Prying off the man’s hands and roughly shoving him away, falling over his own ass. It took the degenerate a good minute to register anything, allowing Tim to turn to you.

He checked you over, smoothing out a few hairs and checking the angered skin of your wrist. Your body was shaking, eyes absolute mess and clothes torn and ripped. You could feel, hear your heart beat everywhere. You were convinced that drunken idiot was going to kill you.

Soon enough, another man joined you. You hadn’t a clue on actually paying attention to them. Your nerves were far too wired, survival instincts holding you on a stage of defensive shock. The taller man was trying to comfort you, gently herding you to the safety of a building while the other threatened the ‘customer’.

They stayed with you for a while, letting you calm down. “Wanna see the Sheriff?” Shorter man grumbled, rubbing his knuckles as he looked to you. His tone wasn’t mean at all, if not just hoarse. You shook your head, what would the sheriff do? Protect you? A worker girl? Please.

He nodded, handing you another refilled cup of water as you all sat in the far corner of a bar. Thankfully the bright day light meant not many were even in the damn thing, mostly just early games of poker.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, eyes sincere as you fiddled with your fingers. They both just simply smiled, waiting for your crew sisters to come find you. Leaving once sure you were safe. You didn’t see either of them for months, almost forgetting exactly how the two nice men looked.

Until, they came barreling into the small run down town with even more people. Two other men, and a woman. You were in your click of sisters when they stumbled into the bar clearly tired. You flushed and smiled when the tall one noticed you, giving you a friendly wave.

Your friends teased you, making goo-goo eyes at your ‘saviors’. You brushed them off, laughing at a few jokes while you tried getting back to work. Until, one motioned for you over. Hesitantly, you walked over, posture more relaxed and friendly compared to your provocative walk to seduce potential customers.

“Tim.” He introduced, pointing to the fellow in the yellow and black outfit, black gambler hat and mask covering his face still. “That’s Brian, sorry we ain’t remember our manners before.” He chuckled, reaching a hand out for you to shake. The simple, and friendly gesture taking you off guard.

Perhaps you thought they were going to ask you for a favor, a thank you of sorts. You smiled, genuinely and introduced yourself back. The other three seemed to pay you no mind, politely nodding at you before continuing with their own conversation.

You lost yourself in conversation, Brian was especially funny for such an intimidating man. Cracking jokes and telling stories. Tim was more quiet, comfortably slow, occasionally explaining inside jokes or explaining more details. Their presence was comforting, a safe haven from your usual day to day life.

You felt sadden when they all called in a night, giving a respectful goodbye before finding your own way to sleep. The next week passed in a blur, occasionally when running into each other the men would greet you, asking you how your day was and if you were safe. It was safe to say however, that you liked them. They were attractive, both physically and personally.

Their voices made your tummy flutter, thighs rub together. For the first time in a while you actually felt something down there. Haggard, you walked down the hallway of the hotel. Lazily fixing your tired appearance. You were tired, of everything. This same dingy town, this line of work. Everything. You rubbed your neck, taking off guard when you see Tim and Brian in the foyer talking.

They glanced up at you, conversation paused. You swore your heart was in your ass, here you were. Clearly having finished a job, hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. You hadn’t wanted them to necessarily see you like this, they knew, but you hadn’t wanted them to know.

You shuffled nervously, half-assed smile as you moved towards the door. Is this what humiliation is? You stopped when Tim called you over, eyes looking you up and down. You flinched slightly before easing into his touch as he pulled you in. Turning you a few to check you over. “Are you alright?” He asked, tone hushed and gentle.

You swore your stomach did summersaults, cheeks flushed at his concern. You nodded shyly, Brian large hand running over your back. “D’awww, sweet little thang all nervous?” Brian teased, trying to cheer you up. You scoffed, playfully shoving his shoulder eyes brightening.

They walked you back to your home, really a shared home. Wishing you a good night before leaving to sleep. You felt giddy all night as you thought about them, falling asleep with a silly smile on your lips. Discovering new things about yourself and them as the days passed.

Perhaps, outlaws weren’t all that bad. These two were mighty fine.

: ̗̀➛ OMG I GOT LAZY TOWARDS THE END IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE. Had to celebrate my nephew’s birthdays. But ong i love the idea of Outlaw!Creeps!! Ugh they’re all soo MDOWKMW. Anyways, love yall remember to stay safe and healthy! — Ace

[babyangelsky]

My Favorite Love Scenes of 2024 💖✨

Welcome to Babyangelsky's 2024 Wrap Up! To commemorate my second year of watching QL dramas, and my first year of actually talking on my blog, I've compiled a series of lists to celebrate all the QL things I loved this year!

Please feel free to take my categories and make lists of your own and tag me in them if you do!

💜 All the lists can be found here! 💜

So this is my third time posting this list. It was flagged twice despite my labeling it and switching gifs around and my appeals to unflag it were denied. That isn't going to stop me from talking about the love scenes I loved, however, so rather than risk another flag, I'm simply going to link the posts I had originally chosen gifs from and tag their lovely creators.

I would love to include visual aids, but alas. Support our gifmakers, babes. They're out here fighting for their lives for us.

Now then! Some sex scenes exist to tell you something about a character, some exist to tell you something about a relationship, some exist to advance a narrative, and some exist simply for their own sake, but all of them have a place and a right to exist in queer media.

These are many of my favorites and they run the gamut, so strap in IT'S DEGENERATE HOURS!

♡ Mahasamut Solo Shower Scene (Love Sea)

The gif I chose was from this set by @babybison

The way Tongrak is looking at Mahasamut as he jacks off in the shower is exactly how I looked at him the entire show. This was such a delightful surprise, and not only because I was blessed with Fort's bare ass on my screen.

I love masturbation scenes and I've included all the ones we were given this year on this list. I love them because I love seeing desire and genuine horniness and pleasure depicted in dramas. It's human. It's real. It makes me happy.

Mahasamut doing something about the blue balls Tongrak gave him when he pumped the brakes to go write leads nicely into...

♡ Tongrak x Mahsamut Post-Shower Scene (Love Sea)

The gif I chose was from this set by @laurenkmyers

Love Sea episode 2, how you blessed us. You gave us that incredible shower makeout. You gave us Tongrak's little case filled with condoms and lube and toys. You gave us reverse cowgirl. Blessings upon blessings upon blessings.

♡ Yu x Ai First Time Scene (I Saw You in My Dream)

The gif I chose was from this set by @putterphubase

I'm gonna go ahead and quote myself from three months ago after I saw this scene, because Yu and Ai's first time is everything I love:

The horniness is mutual all around, everyone is checking in with each other before things get going, they're checking in with each other while things are going, consent is being asked for and given, boundaries are being respected, and the sex is giggly and joyful and loving.

♡ X x Namping Mirror Scene (Every You, Every Me)

The gif I chose was from this set by @pharawee

X feeling up Namping in front of the mirror may just be one of, if not the sexiest scene we got all year. It was so intimate. So perfectly erotic and sensual. I sincerely hope whoever put Top in that shirt gets whatever they want in this life.

Regrettably unable to be pictured for photo limit reasons: the absolutely beautiful expressions on their faces as they look at their reflections

♡ Shan x Ob-aun Blindfold Scene (Battle of the Writers)

The gif I chose was from this set by @alienwlw

You can fault this show for a lot of things and you would be absolutely right about all of them, but every single love scene was fantastic. The shot I was most anticipating from this particular one didn't make the final cut but this scene was still gorgeous.

Ob-aun baring his shoulders as he looks at Shan? Riding him like his life depends on it? The blindfold? Incredible. I loved it.

♡ Ming x Joe Face to Face Scene (My Stand-In)

The gif I chose was from this set by @jimmysea

This scene is significant not only because it's the first time that Ming and Joe are face to face, but because Ming stops Joe from rolling over to make sure that they are face to face. This isn't about needing a stand-in or a fantasy, this is about Ming needing and wanting Joe and only Joe, which is what makes it so good and so special.

♡ Yuan x Qian First Time Scene (Unknown)

The gif I chose was from this set by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

You don't even know what I dream of at night. You don't even know what I dream of at night. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I DREAM OF AT NIGHT.

*screams into my shirt*

♡ Wayu x Jao Hideout Scene (Two Worlds)

The gif I chose was from this set by @thisautistic

If there was ever a scene that made me yell "FUCKING FINALLY!" at my screen, it was this one, and it was worth every single minute that I had to wait to get it.

The camera work? Stunning. The rich warm lighting and the shadows? Gorgeous. The chemistry? Everything I dreamed of.

♡ Hiro Solo Shower Scene (Love is Better the Second Time Around)

The gif I chose was from this set by @musicdramalove

You know what I love about Hiro asking Takashi if he'd ever thought of him while he jacked off? The fact that asking that question implied that Hiro had done that himself. You know what I love even more?

That we got to see it happen.

♡ Korn x Tonkla Couch Scene (4 Minutes)

The gif I chose was from this set by @jimmysea

This scene, and really all the sex scenes in 4 Minutes, are the perfect example of sex being used by a narrative to tell you something about a character and a relationship.

It was more than a great scene and a welcome surprise of a pairing; we learned so much about the dynamic between Tonkla and Korn on this couch and who they were as individuals and to each other.

♡ Ken x Seiji x Pan Daydream Scene (Deep Night)

The gif I chose was from this set by @pharawee

Bless Khem for being the one to plant the seed of polyamory in Pan's brain because the moment Pan realized that that was an option, we got this amazing scene from the theatre of his mind. It cemented his attraction to Ken and opened the doors to eventual canon poly.

♡ Anin x Pin Punishment Scene (The Loyal Pin)

The gif I chose was from this set by @dragonsareawesome123

Has there ever been a more enjoyable punishment? Has anyone ever looked more beautiful than Pin did while she was punishing Anin? Is it any wonder that Anin was so excited at the prospect of it happening again?

♡ Achi x Ji "It's Art" Scene (To Be Continued)

The gif I chose was from this set by @pharawee

The tension. The intimacy and the careful exploration of someone you love when you realize that the exploration is an option and is desired. The way things just broke between them after they let themselves have this.

It really is art.

♡ Almond x Latte First Time Scene (Knock Knock Boys)

The gif I chose was from this set by @pharawee

Oh, but I loved everything about Almond and Latte's first time. I loved the awkwardness and the leg cramps and the struggle to find a comfortable position and the many, many false starts. There are a lot of love scenes in BL and on this list that are perfect and graceful and smooth but this one?

This is real and it's a mess, and it's so endearing and funny and I love it so much. Almond's strawberry boxers you will always be famous.

♡ Ozone x Pie Robe Scene (Battle of the Writers)

The gif I chose was from this set by @diaospuppy

It's Pie undoing Ozone's robe with his teeth for me. It's the expression on Pie's face while Ozone rides him. It's the fact that I had to wait an absolute age for these two to get together.

WHY WEREN'T OZONE AND PIE THE MAIN COUPLE? WHY COULDN'T I GET TEN MORE OF THESE SCENES?

♡ Takashi x Hiro "It Pisses Me Off" Scene (Love is Better the Second Time Around)

The gif I chose was from this set by @itagakimizuki

The sheen of sweat. The sheen of sweat and the way it catches the light on both of them has not left my mind since this aired. It may piss Hiro off that Takashi is as good in bed as Hiro thought and dreamed he might be but he's definitely glad he's finally getting to enjoy it. This is how you made a second chance count.

♡ Atom Sad Boy Hours Solo Scene (The Rebound)

The gif I chose was from this set by @pharawee

Poor Atom. He was a good boy and he liked Zen so much but it just wasn't in the cards for them and he knew it. All he could do was get himself off to photos and memories of Zen being kind to him and existing and look very pretty and sad while he did it.

♡ Tongrak x Mahasamut "Dessert" Scene (Love Sea)

The gif I chose was from this set by @crispywizardtale

I'm not the only one who immediately thought of Taemin's Guilty MV when they saw this, right? Because that MV and this scene have become inextricably linked in my mind. I can't think of one without thinking of the other and feeling so grateful that both exist.

Man, am I glad that they left that dinner early.

♡ Great x Tyme Great's Reimagined First Time Scene (4 Minutes)

The gif I chose was from this set by @spicyvampire

We did not yet realize the significance of this scene when we were gifted it. Great's 4 minutes softened the edges of his first time with Tyme and turned it into something gentle and intimate and loving when his actual first time with Tyme was the exact opposite.

It was a beautiful scene and going back to rewatch it with the knowledge that none of it was real adds such an undercurrent of sadness to it.

♡ Tai x Kram Cave Scene (Two Worlds)

The gif I chose was from this set by @laurenkmyers

The shift in Kram's eyes from artist to lover as he drew Tai nude lives in my mind rent free. It was so subtle and the scene it led to was so sensual and beautiful. One of MaxNat's best. Art as foreplay is something we deserve to see in dramas more often.

♡ Oab x Plawan "I Can Teach You" Scene (This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans)

The gif I chose was from this set by @thisautistic

Sailub and Pon know how to bring the heat. Any one of their scenes throughout this show could've been on this list but THIS SHOT FROM THIS KITCHEN SCENE WAS TOO FUCKING GOOD FOR ME TO PICK ANY OTHER.

♡ Almond New Toy Solo Scene (Knock Knock Boys)

The gif I chose was from this set by @pharawee

I love love LOVE how this show handled Almond's virginity. It wasn't his singular defining trait, it did not inform every single thing about his character, it was just a fact about him. AS IT SHOULD BE!

So to see him be allowed to be curious and proactive and excited about exploring sex and masturbation was an unparalleled delight. Unparalleled. One of my very favorite things to happen this year.

♡ Arashi x Rei First Time Scene (Love in the Air Koi)

The gif I chose was from this set by @divineandmajesticinone

I never had any doubts that the Japanese adaption of LITA would bring the heat but loooooord have mercy. That shot of Arashi's sweaty muscular back just about did me in. I thought I was prepared but I super was not.

♡ Anin x Pin Car Scene (The Loyal Pin)

The gif I chose was from this set by @boyslovegirlslove

There is simply not a force on this earth that can keep Anin away from Pin. I said it in my kiss post and I'm saying it again here.

Absolutely nothing could keep Anin from whisking Pin away to her car right under Kuea's nose and reminding her who she belonged to in front of god and everyone with only foggy rainy windows for cover.

♡ Huaien x Xiaobao Heartbeat Scene (Meet You at The Blossom)

The gif I chose was from this set by @guzhufuren

Was this shot of Huaien and Xiaobao's hands the prettiest shot of 2024? I think it just might be. Everything about this scene was pretty. The hands, Huaien's chest moles, the dreamy besotted expressions.

Xiaobao bit off so much more than he could chew with Huaien and I enjoyed watching every single minute of it.

♡ Fadel Mental Theater Solo Scene (The Heart Killers)

The gif I chose was from this set by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

Bless the theater of your mind, Fadel. Genuinely truly. He may tell himself that Style is annoying and that he just wants him to go away and he may even believe it, but here in the privacy of his bedroom he simply cannot deny his attraction. Instead he indulges it and lets himself fantasize and for that I am grateful.

♡ God x Diew Tent Scene (Monster Next Door)

The gif I chose was from this set by @thisautistic

It began with some quick research into the best way to have sex in a tent and then it hit us with the blinding light of love and served the exact same energy as the YuAi scene from earlier in this list. It was so perfectly sweet and soft. God did not do a thing until he made sure that Diew was ready and wanted to be intimate and took care of his boyfriend the whole way through.

♡ Jack x Joke First Time Scene (Jack & Joker)

The gif I chose was from this set by @thisautistic

A HORNY, HUNGRY EXPLOSION. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THIS SCENE WAS. These two wanted each other so fucking badly and they waited so damn long to finally give in to each other.

Forget grandma, people in Chiang Mai probably heard these two going at it for hours on end.

♡ Haruki x Jin Vacation Scene (Our Youth)

The gif I chose was from this set by @forcebook

Whoever lit this scene deserves to get whatever they want forever. All the light is on them and the bed and those shadows just keep shifting because even in this little circle of peace that they've allowed themselves, there are reminders of the darkness that's waiting in the wings.

But in that circle of light there are soft kisses and gentle, exploring hands and more desire than either of them know what to do with.

♡ Fadel x Style "I'll Be Your 100%" Scene (The Heart Killers)

The gif I chose was from this set by @thisautistic

A very, VERY late entry into this list but I simply couldn't not include it because Style was out here taking control and overwhelming this stoic broody man in absolutely the best way. They're both so gone for each other. SO gone. Style may be scared of Fadel but he's already in love with him and Fadel can think Style is as annoying as he likes but that annoying man makes him feel safe and loved.

[transmutationisms]

do you think like the tiktok-y self censorship like using "grape" instead of rape and of course "unalive" could have an actually meaningful impact on the way people talk about certain things? like i get that it's annoying but also part of me feels like it's sort of giving slight degeneracy theory ntm it feels reminiscent of how boomers first talked about "politically correct language"

i don't give a fuck at all about changing a word per se. it's just symbols innit. like every three months a post circulates on here like "spelling rape as grape trivialises the discussion" and it's a bit silly you can call a pen a frindle and if everyone knows what object you mean then nothing functionally changed yeah?

the deeper criticism that i think people are actually trying to get at is that social media platforms have advertising and that makes the platforms hostile to certain topics and ways of discussing those topics, and that is absolutely true (a bot once messaged me on here pushing some kind of therapy chatline. lmfao). but i also think this is tiresome and silly because there are actually lots of places to say things that aren't the tiktok app. i say and write probably like tens of thousands of words on the average day and actually zero of them have ever been on the tiktok app. i don't think any of this matters at all and you can rail against tiktok till you're blue in the face but it still won't make any meaningful difference if the underlying commercial forces still exist lol like do these ppl think tiktok arose de novo in 2015.

and yea it is often also a degeneration theory thing lol like not inherently. but it usually takes all of 5 seconds to go from tiktok is ruining the english language to the youths are ruining their impressionable brains by taking in the wrong sort of content. impressive to have a more reactionary line on language than like l'académie française but never underestimate what a liberal who despises children will come up with to naturalise their technophobia

[littlemissmiller]

Bird in a Cage

Part 4: Under His Spell

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve been Coriolanus’s guest for a while now, yet you still feel drawn to him rather than wanting to escape. One evening after you express how much you miss your family, Coriolanus decides to get your mind off things and shows off his lab.

Word count: 3.4k

Warning: 21+ (use of drugs), mentions of smut, non-con, degeneration, nicknames(slut, good girl), mentions of oral (f! receiving), use of aphrodisiacs, stalking, possession, dark themes, toxic themes, kidnapping

A/N: omg…I can’t believe i’m back to posting. i can’t believe y’all are still reading and some have been waiting a while for an update on anything so…here. this series is will be finished first before i get to Summer Highs and everything else i promised. it’s been such a struggle since i last put anything out, and im still working on feeling mentally better, but i do want to get back into writing. i hope you guys enjoy this and my suggestions are still open. i’m also welcoming any ideas for Summer Highs or a Joel fic and i may start writing for Nicholas Alexander Chavez 👀 so stayed tuned ♥︎

P.S. this was inspired by the Michael’s crafts white Halloween decor so iykyk

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After that morning, you felt different. Different about him and to a certain extent, the circumstances that brought you here.

Over the next two weeks, you slowly give up on your plans to escape. Seeing as you were under constant guard and his own watchful eye, escape felt impossible and eventually your family had been told that President Snow was hosting people near his palace as The Games approach. And somehow his web of lies worked. You still hadn’t seen them and you were starting to miss them dearly.

Coriolanus notices and does his absolute best to distract you. He sets up modeling gigs for you during most of the week, then he starts to pamper you. Every night treating you to the most scrumptious meals and the most relaxing baths. He starts to dress you more often, making sure to adorn you in the finest silk, cashmere, cotton and jewelry Panem has. He makes sure you get plenty of sleep and makes sure that the modeling gigs keep you front and center in the fashion magazines. This is all you could have dreamed of. You fall under his spell, yet the idea of freedom lingers in your mind. At the same time, it seems to miraculously fade away the moment he lays you down on his bed. In addition to luxurious treatment, Coriolanus knew how to take a woman to bed. His tongue was a drug, his mouth, a vice. He would lay you on your back, spread your legs and spend hours pleasing you. He loves your taste. Slightly bitter, but oh so sweet. He would take his time, dancing his tongue against your folds and diving into your cunt. He loves to make you moan and squeal.

Coriolanus always makes sure you let it out. He wants the whole palace to hear how good he makes you feel. He would hold you down, sometimes tie your wrists to the bed. He loves the power he holds over you, and loves seeing you bare on his bed. And you were starting to look forward to him inviting you into his room every evening. Your core was always throbbing for him, wanting to feel his full length buried deep inside you. He loved to feel your tight warmth, he loved how you clenched and gripped him. He loved how your face scrunched up, distorted from feeling so good. He would sometimes plunge a finger or two into your mouth, making you suck on them while he picks up the pace. His hips slamming into you as he commanded you to degrade yourself.

“Tell me you’re a good little slut.”

“I’m a good little slut, sir.”

He liked when you called him that. Even though he told you to call him Coriolanus, in the bedroom he required Mr. President or Sir.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“Your cock feels so good Mr. President. So so good”

“Good girl”

One night at dinner, you stare thoughtfully at the young blonde and take small sips of your Gazpacho. Coriolanus notices and stops eating. You raise and eyebrow at him.

“Sir…?” You question. He looks up at you. “Coriolanus.” You correct yourself and he smiles

“What’s wrong my dear?”

“N-n-nothing is wrong. I just have something on my mind”

“Well…tell me.” He demands

“It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve seen my family…I’ve been missing them.”

“I bet you have, but my darling…” he holds out his hand and you take it “Not quite yet…” he tells you, giving you a playful smile.

“When though…I feel like they must be worried about me and I just want- “

Coriolanus’s face drops and he gives you a stern look, squeezing your hand. You whine at the pain.

“Watch it, my dear…you are getting ahead of yourself now. You have been so good for me. Do not mess it up.”

“But I just want- “

“It’s not about what you want. Don’t you understand?”

Your heart sinks and eyes well with tears. You want to cry but won’t in front of him. You won’t show that weakness. You collect yourself quickly and nod.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll be able to see them again. When I think you’re ready. Am I clear?”

You nod your head and look down in your lap. He clears his throat, and you look back up at him.

“I said, am I clear?”

“Yes sir” you quip up.

“Good girl. I have something to show you after dinner.”

“I look forward to it” you tremble slightly as you say it.

After dinner, he stands up and walks next to you, holding out his hand.

“I want you to follow me.”

You nod and obey. He holds your hand, guides you up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a silk black blindfold and smiles. Without a word, you turn around and he places it over your eyes.

“I’ve noticed how your eyes wander whenever we walk through the palace. I’ve seen eyes like that before. And they always leave me. Or try to. I’m not ready to let you go quite yet and I really don’t want to have to punish you if you have any ideas.”

“I-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I can tell you’re wanting to settle in. But I see your eyes. And how they linger and plot.”

“I-I’m sorry…it’s just my family, my life, everything has slipped away from me.”

Then you feel his firm grip wrap under your chin. He pulls you against his chest and nestles his face in the crook of your neck. He places a delicate kiss under your chin then whispers in your ear.

“My darling, I know you surely miss the life you had, but have I not shown you enough of what this life offers. Are you not satisfied with what I’ve given you? What more I could give. I’ll always take care of you. Don’t you want that?”

You sigh and nod almost unconsciously. You’re completely under his trance.

“Good. Now come with me.”

He takes your hand, guiding you through the palace. You intensely listen to the clapping of your collective footsteps as you pace down the hall. After a few moments the air grows cold and quiet. You hear an old iron door creek open, then slam shut as you both walk inside. Coriolanus steps behind you and takes off your blindfold. You blink and look around. The room is ghostly white, as if it’s been draped in old sheets. A chill crawls down your spine and Coriolanus soaks in your look of terror and confusion. As you look around the room, you notice a variety of statues and decor. It almost looks like it could be a dungeon or a crypt.

“What is this place?”

“This is my lab. I’m quite fond of experimenting.”

“Experimenting?”

“A habit from my school days. I used to study under Dr. Volumnia Gaul. She would always have something new she was working on. Especially during the Hunger Games season.”

“Oh-“ you gasp

He pauses and watches you as you walk around the room. You are immediately drawn to the back where a tall statue of a woman sitting, draped in a veil, and holding a skull. You recognize the stone as marble, feeling haunted by its stillness. At the base lies a bouquet of faded pink flowers, not quite as white as the ones in the garden. These flowers almost look dead, but still have a bit of life left. Next to her, a row of glass cabinets. You glance at them and inside is a variety of test tubes, flasks, and cylinders. Upon a closer look, some of the test tubes are filled up with what appears to be crystals, rocks, some mushrooms, butterfly wings, spider legs, and other dead bugs. You grimace and look away. Next to the tubes are a variety of silver tools hung up on the wall. A variety of scissors, knives, and scapulas, which are all polished and reflect back at you.

You turn around and look at the other side of the room. Another statue stands tall. Another veiled woman, like a bride, holding out her own stone bouquet. At her base, a skull with a snake weaving out of the eye socket and through the mouth. Feeling slightly terrified, you look away and immediately your eyes fall upon the shelves littered with small animal bones, skulls, more jars of dead insects, gems, jewelry, and coins. Everything seems to have its place. Then you glance over to Coriolanus, standing as still as the statues. He watches you intensely with a sly smile across his face.

“Why did you bring me here?”

Without a word, he walks over to one of his glass cases and opens it. He pulls out a small vial filled with a dark red liquid.

“I have a new concoction. I made my first sample yesterday.” He holds the vial up delicately in his hand.

Your eyes widen and you give him a puzzling look.

“What is it?”

“Well based on the ingredients, a wave of euphoria, a calming sensation throughout your whole body. Similar to the chocolate I gave you, but more long lasting and with a bit more visuals…”

“Visuals?” You question

“Yes, normal everyday things may look more interesting, more intense. You’ll be fine of course. I’ll be hear, watching after you.”

“W-why do you want me to try?”

“Because, I think you’d like this. It heightens your sensations in a way I think will be good for you….”

“So you’re using me as a test subject.”

“No. I always try it on myself first if I can, and then…I like to share.”

“And what happens if I say…no…” you hesitate

He looks at you with confusion, striding over to you. His eyes never leave your own as a chill creeps down your spine. He pauses, his face inches away from your own. He tucks a hair behind your ear and kisses you gently. He pulls back, hand caressing your chin.

“Then you say no…” he kisses you again quickly. He holds the vial up to you, looking at it like it’s a delicious treat. You look at him then the vial. In a moment of pure impulse, you take it from his fingers. He abruptly turns to face you, and you make full eye contact with him, sipping the red liquid. The taste is so strong, and warm. As it slides down your throat it almost burns your esophagus like acid and you hold back a cough. He gazes upon you in awe, smirking at you, eyeing you

“Good girl”

“H-how long until the effects kick in?”

“About thirty to forty five minutes. We will stay here for now.”

You nod and slowly lean into his lips. This time you kiss him. It’s slow, graceful, and unexpected. Coriolanus revels in it, he loves that you are starting to love him back. He chuckles to himself and pulls back.

“I love when you kiss me and mean it. I love that you want me.”

“It comforts me in a way. To have formed a relationship with you. Even though you…you..”

“Stole you away?” He finishes your sentence

You nod and look away. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

“But you’ve seen what I can offer you. Haven’t you. You can’t resist it. You can’t resist me. Can you?”

You nod slowly as he captures your lips in a fierce manner. You can barely breathe as his lips move against yours. You welcome it all the same. His aggression. His passion. He wants to consume you. Own you. And he does.

“You love it…don’t you..”

“Y-Y-yes, this has truly been the most luxurious and cared for I’ve felt in my life.”

“Good, as it should be.” He resumes his lips, consuming your own. You and him stay like this for a while. Passionately clinging to each other's lips. His hands move to clutch your hips and he eventually pulls back again to look at you.

“How do you feel?”

You take a moment to look at your surroundings. Things feel normal. Until they don’t. The room looks different. The lights feel more intense, and then when you stare too long, things begin to swirl. Only slightly. Only enough to make you intrigued by what was seemingly normal surroundings. Everything has become the most interesting thing that you could look at right now. As you continue to look around the room, looking at the various glass cabinets, lab experiments, everything, even the statues, seems to move. As if they are growing and swirling in the space around you. Time feels like it slows down and your immediate reaction is to smile at it all. Something about the way the room moves makes you giggle, and feel light.

“Good” you nod

“You’re starting to feel the effects aren’t you”

“I-I think so yes…”

“Good. It made me feel curious. Do you feel curious?”

You nod and he grabs your chin again.

“Speak up”

“Yes, Coriolanus, it makes me feel good. I feel curious as well.”

“Let me give you a tour of the lab now that you’re in the right mindset.”

He takes your hand and walks you around his lab. He tells you about the various experiments, tools, and ingredients that he uses. Even in this state, you can see how passionate he is. How much he enjoys talking about this side of himself, sharing it with you specifically. And just as he told you, you do find yourself curious in a new way under the influence of the concoction. Everything that you observe feels as though it has its own personality and yet somehow it’s all connected to the other experiments and the whole room. You can’t really explain it.

Then he takes you over to another set of cabinets. Only this time. They are locked behind an iron cage, painted white to match everything else in the room. He pulls a key from his pocket. Coriolanus unlocks the cabinet and behind the doors are rows and rows of vials similar to the one that he showed you, except each one is labeled differently. They are all different colors as well, ranging from red to purple to green and even midnight black. Yet, one vial sticks out to you in particular. It’s as clear as the glass that contains it and for a second, you’re not even sure that there’s anything in it. Upon further inspection, you can see the rim of liquid that fills to the top just below the cork. It intrigues and entices you. You wonder what it is. Coriolanus, picks up on your curiosity.

“I called that one liquid death”

“Liquid death?” you ask

“Yes, it took me a while to finally come up with the perfect concoction, especially to make it appear as it does. I wanted to make something that was hidden in plain sight so that when one's… enemies need to be… eliminated… They would never know what is coming. So, I was able to create a tasteless, colorless, concoction that can take ones…problems out in an instant.” He explains

You look at him with a hit of fear, then you smile and giggle.

“That’s so smart, Coriolanus.” But you only half mean it

He smiles back, giddy at your excitement. Meanwhile, in the back of your mind the sound of freedom rings again. This could be your answer. You could poison him and be free. How would you get to it though, how would you get back here without him knowing? And how would you get the key to the lab? Is it the same key as the one to open this cabinet? Your thoughts shift as he takes your hand again leading you out of the room. He locks up the cabinet quickly. You still feel the effects of the concoction he gave and as he pulls you away you look back one last time at the lab. You look at the silver key, in his hand, but only for a brief moment before he stops to stand in front of you. He pulls the blindfold out of his pocket and wraps it around your eyes as he slips the key into his pocket. You try to commit the key to memory, the shine, the shape. It’s the same one he used for the cabinet, and he uses it now to close up the lab.

“Let’s go to the garden. I think you’ll like it under this state.”

When you arrive at the garden, he takes the blindfold off and you feel the cool air hit your face. You look out onto the familiar white roses. As you walk around, taking a closer look, they appear to swirl and dance. You let out a small laugh of disbelief and amazement.

“You like it?” He asks

You nod and he takes your hand. He guides you around and even though you’ve become quite familiar, it feels like a whole new experience.

“So how long will the effects last?” You ask

“About another hour, then you’ll feel normal, well almost normal.”

“What does that mean?” You question

“Well, when I took it I felt…needy for you after.”

“Needy for me?”

“Mhmm…but you were modeling so I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh…” you say plainly

“So..” he kisses your knuckles. “I do hope you will join me in my bedroom tonight.”

And just like that he switches the flip. You blush, and feel vulnerable to his charm. You let out a soft, innocent. laugh and look away.

“I thought that was a given”

“Well my dear, I hope you know, you always have a choice. And it seems like you keep choosing me…”

You gaze back up at him, smiling slightly. You lean up and kiss him. This time you make it soft and sweet. You slowly move your lips against his, letting him savor you. His hands move to your waist and pull you closer to him. After one last soft kiss he leans back and sighs.

“You’re so much different than the others. You want to escape, but don’t. Yet, you don’t praise me in the way the others conceded. And even then, some part of you cares about me. Do you realize how perfect you are?”

“I-I don’t think I’m perfect.”

“You are for me…I always wanted to find someone who could challenge me in a way. You are so curious to me. Do you know how many times the girls I’ve had stay here, try to run away the next day. Or how many times they gave in, thinking that I would choose them and let them have their lives back. But you, you just wait, wait to see what my next move will be and you’ve grown to become fond of me.”

He kisses your cheek.

“I know you do want your life back, I know this isn’t how you envisioned yourself, but it’s growing on you. I can see.”

“You are much kinder than I would have thought given how you…”

“Like to take what isn’t mine.” He finishes your sentence

You nod. He brushes your hair behind your ear and smiles. He gives you a quick kiss, then steps back to look at you fully.

“So, as I said, I hope to see you in my chambers tonight.”

He squeezes your hand and walks away. As he does, you watch him. When he returns inside, two guards come out. They stay at the top of the stairs, yet you know they aren’t just guarding the building. You sigh and look around at the garden.

Everything is still swirling and swimming around you. You glance up at the stars and gasp. The twinkling lights look as if they glitter in the sky. You are in awe and aren’t sure how long you stand to look, but eventually you get cold and tired. As you walk in, the effect of the concoction begins to wear off and you feel less sleepy than you expect. Instead, just as Coriolanus predicted, you get extremely needy. You haven’t felt this on edge in years and you Immediately think of Coriolanus's tongue soaking your pussy. As you make your way inside, the guards stop you.

“Do you wish to sleep in your chamber’s or the President’s tonight?”

“President Snow’s” you answer simply.

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[moonsunyinyang]

So Sasusaku and NaruHina twitter are feeling a type of way because someone wrote a fic where Naruto and Sasuke get together but he ends up cheating on Naruto with Sakura because he's madly in love with her.

And they're saying that, they're simply writing the same story that SasuNarus write, since there's a lot of SNS fics of SN cheating on their wives with each other. They're saying since we love cheating so much, we should find this fic good. And that it's just as OOC for Sasuke to cheat on Naruto with Sakura as it is for Sasuke to cheat on Sakura with Naruto

And hmmmm how do I put this nicely. Straight people will never understand the lengths gay people will go to to find a smattering of love in a intensely homophobic world.

I understand that this is all fictional and none of these people are real, but the people drawing and writing indefinitely media about SNS ARE real and they're more likely than not LGBT.

Sasusakus and Naruhinas seem to be unable to understand that the Naruto universe mirrors ours in terms of homophobia. So if we are to be canon compliant while shipping SNS, it absolutely makes sense for Sasuke and Naruto to cheat on their wives. Because unfortunately, this is what gay people HAVE to do in order to be respected in their societies. Naruto couldn't be a openly gay Hokage. And Sasuke couldn't be an openly gay Shadow Hokage.

Again, this is fiction. Us content creators don't HAVE to make infidelity works, but a lot of these aggressively heterosexual fans ignore that we are writing our history into fanfiction. We're writing about our lived realities. Yeah, it's "just" fanfic but damn, we write what we know and sadly in the gay community, this is a story as old as time.

We don't want Naruto and Sasuke to be cheaters, but with the universe they're in and the situation theyre in, well, we've seen this happen in real life, over and over again.

On the other hand, there is no such think as CompHomo. There would be no reason for Sasuke to get with Naruto and secretly pine over a woman, a relationship that would be applauded and encouraged and preferred by the majority of the population in the canon universe.

Straight people simply cannot understand why LGBT people would create these stories and enjoy them. They can't understand the complexity and difficulty of CompHet. Instead, they find it easier to label us as degenerate.

And I'll be mean here and say, it absolutely is in character for them to cheat on their wives. 🤷

[cinnamonbear22]

Baby (choi su-bong x reader)

Chapter one

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I just wanted to explain a little and write some disclaimers! This story is set way before squid game happens. reader and other characters are of age. I am adding my own tweaks to his character which may not be cannon accurate. This story contains heavy topics, i am not responsible for the media you consume. It contains abuse, drugs, violence, sexual content, fem reader. I appreciate all types of feedback :) I am planning on makin this a series, I already have multiple chapters written !!

Tw- drugs, abuse, fem!reader

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The cool wind hastily nipped at (Y/n)s cheeks as she walked against the breeze, shivers being sent up at down her entire body despite being warmly dressed. The large hand-me-down jeans scraped against the damp concrete as her black hood was drawn over her cold head. Hair was constantly blowing out of place but her hands were to busy being jammed in the pockets of her brothers old tan canvas jacket that was visibly worn-out, gripping the wad of cash anxiously as while striding down the street.

She kept her head down in effort of keeping her cheeks warm while looking up occasionally to see how much farther she have to go. Not many people were out considering it was a Tuesday night and most people had to work early in the morning, as well as students having school.  The streets were mostly empty besides the occasional drunk man stumbling around and the drug addicts pestering on the side of the road asking for money.

It wasn't the best part of town for a young woman to be walking through this late at night but she didn't have a choice. When her brother needs her, he needs her. The consequences were never worth the pain and time so if she had to go at a ridiculous hour at night she did.

The familiar landmark of a green, rusted, bronze dog statue appeared in her view which was her remembrance point that it was the first alleyway directly after the piece they would meet. She had been in the same alleyway a countless amount of times that it didn't even bother her much anymore walking straight down into it. Well, she was afraid of it, but she had learned to tolerate it.

The wind now was blocked by the two buildings that left limited space on either side of her. She could finally comfortably open her eyes and pick her head in surveillance of the familiar place. The setting never, ever changes. The bricks on both walls of the buildings are graffitied beyond belief. Although it was barely visible in the night due to the dim flashing lights that hung onto the side of the building. It was littered with leaves, overgrown weeds peaking through the cracked concrete, broken glass and aluminum cans. Occasionally a load of dirty needles would appear from time to time.

She wasn't the type of person to get bothered by absolutely anything but the amount of suffocation that she felt every time she entered this alleyway is overwhelming. The constant feeling of a looming threat gnawed at her nerves that heightened her awareness of her surroundings. She was a smart girl, she knew how to protect herself and is quite frankly very good at carrying herself, but she didn’t have a choice. She has been trapped into her brothers business as a drug-courier and money collector since the young age of eight-years-old. No one would expect an innocent little girl committing degenerate crimes, right?

He was one of the most popular drug lord in all of Korea that had multiple high connections to powerful people. Police have been trying to investigate for over a decade, but the execution of the business was extremely well thought out so there was no room for error. For obvious reasons she was never allowed to use her name in public places, resulting in the lazily thought-out nickname 'Baby' since she had been the youngest in the business. She hadn't heard anyone say her real name in years. She was never allowed to go to public school, but her brother made sure to educate her all throughout her adolescence. Before she had gotten her own place, she was never allowed out of her brothers home. She was constantly monitored. She wasn’t allowed to make cell phone calls, she was only allowed to answer. Her phone got went through every single night despite being a crappy flip phone that barely functioned.

And yet, the most familiar part of this entire alleyway was leaned up against the moist brick walls with a cherried cigarette between his snide lips. "Baby," Su-bongs blowen out eyes darted quickly to her lifeless pupils. Her emotionless face stared up at him quietly as his slender fingers pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "You're late." his overly expressing eyebrows raised in a mocking fashion as he looked at the girl.

She stayed silent for a moment while instantly remembering the countless number of times he has left her waiting in this alleyway for several, several hours. "Barely." She mumbled quietly keeping her eyes on his that would twitch from time to time. He would always excuse his twitching from a “muscle spasm condition” but she knew better. She had been around substance abuse her entire life. "Three minutes behind." She knew she didn't have to defend herself to him but she wasn't afraid to prove a point.

"You're never late, I thought something happened to you," he clasped his hands over his chest with mumbled words since he was still supporting the cigarette in his lips. The fake concern didn't amuse her at all, her stone-cold face remained emotionless as he felt like she was piercing an icy spear through his chest and into his soul with her tired eyes. "So, big brother send you out here this late? Hm?" He slowly began to push himself off the wall, fixing his slouched shoulders and cracking his neck to fix his tall, slender posture, but (y/n) didn't budge. She had never really felt threatened by him knowing that he was a little afraid of her brother and if anything had happened to his most loyal employee, he would not be happy.

She blankly stared at him in response to the question that he already knew the answer to. He chuckled deeply at his own joke and slowly began to move a bit closer to her. Her eyes narrowed on him, analyzing every movement so she could anticipate what his next move was. She knew how impulsive he was with his thoughts and how he is possibly insane even though they both never had personal problems with each other. But one wrong move at the wrong time, that could all change.

She averted her gaze to her dirty white sneakers as he inched closer to her in the claustrophobic alley leaving her nowhere to create a safe distance. He strived off of the small movements that she would rarely express, her drained eyes darting to the ground as he approached her almost set him on fire. The way her breathing visibly hitched in the freezing air as he bent his body down eyelevel with her made him smirk. "When will you stop being a puppet?" He whispered softly through his clenched teeth and sleazily reached behind her head and yanked her thick black hood off that offered limited protection from the cold. Thick cigeratte smoke left his lips and straight into her face which only irritated her. She could never recall a moment that his joking gestures amused her, yet he continues to display them after the last six years of knowing each other.

Her eyes snapped back up at his with strong pensiveness once the cold air pricked at her ears and neck, her fighting instincts were quickly alerted with how close he was getting to her which resulted in her quickly pulling her hands out of her pockets and shoving him off. "Stop being a douche." Her eyebrows furrowed together out of anger as he barely felt the force of her push. His feet shuffled back against the broken glass and concrete as he chuckled to himself with slight adoration for the small angry expression on her face. "Come on," she was practically shooting daggers through his head as she stared hard at him. "It's late and cold. I want to go," Her tone was sharp and demanding yet she was so softly spoken that the rustling of the wind was louder than her. Her stray hairs blew messily in the breeze before she stuffed her hands back in her pocket gripping the wad of cash with frustration.

"Still don't have a car?" He expressively tilted his head to the side like a confused dog as he smashed his cigarette against the brick. She gracefully shook her head no and pressed her lips together impatiently. "You had to walk?" His upper lip twitched then he tilted his head to the other side. His twitching was normal to (y/n) at this point that she hardly noticed it at this point.  "Let me give you a ride back to your brothers" he nodded his head towards the left of him indicating his car was parked somewhere around the alley.

"Are you fucking nuts?" Her harsh tone surprised him a bit as he threw his hands up in the air for quick defense. He knew better than that and she knows he does. All of the stupid questions he asks her are all things he already knows, but it's in his nature to pester her. "Stop asking questions you know the answer to."

"Okay, okay," he curled his lip, shaking his head slightly. "I was just trying to nice. I just want you to get home safe, you're very important to me." Although his tone was a bit sarcastic he genuinely did care for her. After doing business with her for years, he's grown very fond of their small relationship that's been built from the brief interactions.

"Cut the shit," she did not reciprocate his friendly playfulness, she never did. There was never a reason for her to be friendly, or playful. That was what her brother drilled into her head anyway.

"You know, I've known you for a very long time," He started one of his spiels that only made her roll her eyes. Even in the bad lighting he could still see the flash of whites of her eyes as she huffed. "And you've never been pleasant to me once."

"Business isn't supposed to be pleasant." She quickly retorted and silently prayed that this interaction would speed up but commerce with him always took the longest.

"You wouldn't have to even do this if you weren't so easily pushed around." His blown-out pupils mocked her as she swallowed hard but she didnt let his words even get to her. She knew she was a pushover; she didn't need to hear it from someone else.

"Just give me the bag." She snapped; her volume was a little louder than usual which made his brows shoot up with surprise.

"Alright," he dropped his shoulders in a defeated manner, turning on his heels slowly as he started walking towards the black backpack that was slouched against the wall. (Y/n) looked side to side checking her surroundings before pulling out the roll of bills in her clutched palm as she watched his every move. He never screwed her over once during their business, but she still would stay on high alert when the money and products were out. His eyes immediately darted to the fistful of cash which he grinned deviously.

They swapped items without any word. (Y/n) quickly unzipped the bag and shuffled around the items making sure everything was present. He had held the money tight in his hands as he began flipping through the several large bills. His head was already racing with the freedom and privilege this money provide even if it was for a temporary amount of time. She slung the bag over her shoulder weaving her arms through the straps and she pulled her hood back over her head. She gave him a brief nod instead of properly saying goodbye and without his response she was already walking in the opposite direction.

"Jesus Christ..." she whispered to herself quietly while keeping her head down on the gravel being kicked up under her feet. She reached one of her hands up to her chest pocket, removing the crumbled carton of slim menthol cigarettes from her jacket. She brought the box up to her lips, grabbing a singular cigarette with her mouth before shoving the box back. Then subconsciously she moved her hand down to her front right pocket of her pants where she had always kept her lighter.

Major disappointment filled her body as two of her fingers poked directly through the fresh hole that was ripped into her jeans. She had completely forgot that she got caught on a jagged fence during the walk, but she didn't know she lost her lighter. "Goddamnit..." she groaned, patting herself down like an officer would in a manner while praying that she maybe just misplaced it.

She didn't need it, she thought to herself as the unlit cigarette still lingered between her cracked lips. But the temporary relief that she would feel was needed.

she hesitantly looked over her shoulder to see if Subong was still around, and luckily, he hadn't gone too far. He had his back to her as he walked away with his head hung low and his arms were sporadically dancing to an imaginary beat that was playing through his head. She was scolding herself heavily for what she was about to do, she knew that he would get a kick out of her and drag their interaction out even longer than intended. But it was a long walk home. "Subong!" Her loud voice echoed against the brick walls and pinged angelically in his cold ears. He spun around so quickly that he had almost stumbled over his own feet as (Y/n) was already walking towards him.

He felt his ears burn against the cold air while his stomach was slowly dropping to feet. "Everything is in the bag!" He quickly defended himself since he had already jumped to the conclusion of why she's walking back to him. His hands slightly trembled at the strange anxious feelings running through him that was only enhanced from being intoxicated.

"I know," she murmured cooly as she looked up at him with the cigarette moving between her lips. "Can I borrow a light, please?" her expressionless eyes filled him right up before he exhaled gently not even realizing he was holding his breath. He began to laugh softly at himself; his tense posture quickly became lax.

"Hm," he hummed like he was truly pondering her simple question while tapping his chin and looking up at the dark cloudy sky. His black pupils then narrowed down at the shorter girl in front of him as his rough hands reached into his back pocket, pulling out a black lighter that was engulfed in a chrome case with skulls and crosses engraved in the metal. "How bad do you really need it?" His wiggling eyebrows playfully ridiculed her before she gently sighed. Of course, everything had to be a game to him. But she wasn't the person to play those games, she deals with enough bullshit that she did need more unnecessary convivences.

"Not enough." She pursed her lips in a bothered manner and turned her back to him to restart her journey back to her brother's home. His smile quickly dropped from his face as she started walking away and he scolded himself for a second. He knew she hated his jokes, his teasing, his demeanor, their interactions. He knew she hated him, but he still felt oddly enchanted by her and screwing up a moment like this is only adding more tension.

"Fine, fine" He swiftly placed his hand on her shoulder before she got too far out of reach. She paused under his touch, but he quickly retracted his hand off her knowing that could result regrettably. She spun back around slowly with the cigarette still loosely hanging from her plush lips, her tedious eyes lifted up to his that gazed at him with the slightest look of vulnerability. A look he's never seen. His lip quivered for a moment as he flicked his lighter with his thumb holding the small flame down to her mouth as she inhaled harmoniously. The small light illuminated her face for a moment as he watched her with reverence. He took notice of her sad, sunken eyes that were complimented with scarlet eyebags and the small scar that was engraved above her eyebrow. Her lips that wrapped around the cigarette were still an alluring shade of pink despite being cracked and dry, as well as a few small bruises down her neck that had the shape of fingerprints. The flame extinguished from the small devices as she exhaled with shut eyes to peacefully enjoy the buzz of the first hit. "What do you say?" He grinned down at her with slight amusement at her relief.

"Thank you." She opened her eyes and looked at him softly which he was shocked he had gotten a positive response of gratitude.

"Here," He reached his hand out that held the decorated lighter between his slender fingers to her. "Take it, for the way back." She looked at the lighter hesitantly while her eyes darted up from him, to the lighter, and the back to him. "Go ahead, here." He shoved the lighter closer to her as she glared up at him. She took her hand out of her pocket and grabbed it from him, her freezing fingertips gently grazed against his own before she slid the lighter in her coat pocket.

"What's the catch?" She felt overly skeptical, squeezing the metal in her pockets harshly.

"There isn't one." He confusedly tilted his head at the question as he took notice of how quick her soft energy changed into guarding.

"Then why did you give this to me? What do I need to do in return?" Her jaw clenched tightly as she slowly began stepping back away from him with flickering eyes.

"Nothing?" He cocked a brow at her hastiness then furrowing them together confusedly. "It's a gift, from me to you." He held his hands up to show her he physically was harmless. "Have you ever received a gift before?" He harshly spat since he was taking great offense to this interaction. He doesn't understand why she is so defensive now and why she thinks he'd hurt her when he's never done anything to hurt her.

(Y/n) swallowed harshly, her throat was beginning to feel slightly dry from embarrassment. She never was given something without an expectation for something in return, ever. "Goodnight." She quickly turned around and walked fast out the alley as Subong stood there in a shocked manner, watching her disappear around the corner.

He was drawn to her. It was the consistency of her pushing him away that attracted him. She was a complete mystery to him, and he wanted nothing more than to peer into her life.

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Chapter two

[unnerving-presence]

did the springtrap ptb JUST release? maybe.. am i going to be an absolute disgusting degenerate and write something for springtrap? yes.

(DBD) Springtrap and his s/o in the fog

A little confused but glad to be there if more murder is involved. Why are you with this guy again..?

Promises not to yell in your face but he does it anyways. He thinks it’s funny. Not a fan if you berate him for it though. Let him joke around every once in a while!

His definition of a joke is scaring you. So maybe don’t walk around the pizzeria without him. Well, it won’t really matter. He’s probably managed to program at least one of the animatronics to give you a little scare. He’ll laugh. He’s mean like that.

Sorry pooks but he’s not gonna treat you any differently just because you got him giggling and kicking his feet (Aka. You amuse him and he likes looking at you). The only thing he might do is talk to you differently. He knows that while his voice isn‘t what it used to be, he still has the charm to back it up. Yeah, he might be killing you and stuff, but it’s his job— and he really loves his job. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ’appreciate’ you every now and then. He’s a little old fashioned so.. his compliments sound a little weird. Apparently your body makes him feel like he’s living again. Interesting.

Also.. surprisingly intimate sometimes? Just the way he talks is unintentionally just.. wow. Sometimes he knows and teases you with subtle innuendos.. and sometimes he talks and doesn’t even know your eyes are wide from his voice and not from the way he talks about the very violent things he wants to do to certain survivors.

He’s a complicated man. You never truly know what he thinks of you and you never will. The mystery is the most intriguing part of it and if you don’t know, you’ll only strive to figure out further. It’s a fun little game to him. You get one step close to him, he will take ten steps back. You don’t know if it’s because he’s closed off, hiding something, or if he just likes messing with you. And you never will. It’s a complicated relationship, isn’t it?

[rekino2114]

I've got one for a reader who has burn scars like the character below with the danganronpa girls Kaede akamatsu, mahiru koizumi,,Ibuki mioda Tenko chabashira and Kirumi tojo and he's insecure about his relationship with them because of his burn scars causing them to reassure him of their love for him.

Kaede,mahiru,ibuki,tenko, and kirumi with a scarred reader

Kaede akamatsu

Kaede is an incredibly caring and sweet person, and even more as a girlfriend, she loves every part of you including your scars and burns

It genuinely doesn't bother her at all, and she actually thinks make you look even cuter than you already are

If you're OK with it she'd love to kiss your scars every night whenever you cuddle just to show you how much she loves them, she also makes sure she doesn't hug you too tightly just in case they still hurt

She can't understand why you would feel insecure about your relationship. She has already made it very clear that she loves your scars and will never leave you, but she will remind you how many times is necessary

"Baby, I already told you I love you so much and will never leave you. Your scars are a part of you that I love like all the others"

Mahiru koizumi

Mahiru also doesn't mind your scars at all. Sure, she was surprised when she saw them for the first time but she doesn't understand why you would be so self conscious about her

She genuinely thinks they're beautiful, she compliments them a lot and says how unique they make you look

Her main way of showing you how much she loves them is taking pictures of them, she'd love to just snap a lot of pictures of all your scars and burns and put them in a big album just for you two

If hiyoko ever says something about you or your scars, she will receive such a big earful from mahiru

"Y/n, listen to me, don't be embarrassed about your body it's beautiful, and I have hundreds of pictures to prove it"

Ibuki mioda

Ibuki thinks your scars are so cool. They genuinely might be her favorite part of your body, she says they make you look so badass

The first time she saw them, she gasped and asked if you got them fighting a dragon, and she kept that enthusiasm for all of your relationship. She genuinely can't stop complimenting them

She also loves to kiss your scars and draw patterns with her fingers on them while you cuddle. Sometimes, she specifically puts lipsticks to leave marks on them

She wrote a song about you (one of the many), and in the lyrics, she told you how she loved you and your scars were the coolest thing ever to her, she'd yell it to the entire world if you still felt insecure

"*gasp* what are you saying y/n? Ibuki thinks your scars are the most awesomazing thing in the whole world, you know you're super cool right? Cause I'll write another song about it if you don't"

Tenko chabashira

Tenko also thinks your scars are very cool they remind her of battle scars, and they make you look like a cool fighter to her

she constantly asks you if a degenerate male gave you those, and you always say no, but she still continues asking....she just wants to make sure that you're not lying and feel comfortable around her.....and also wants to go beat up the hypothetical guy who hurt you

Speaking of, she will absolutely beat the hell out of anyone who says anything even remotely negative about how you look, especially if it's a guy, if it's a girl she'll ask her to stop before acting but if it's a male then they should just say their prayers

Tenko loves you with or without scars. In fact, they just make you look cooler to her so she'd never leave you

"Y/n, what are you saying? Didn't I already say that your scars just make you so cool, I love them, and they're beautiful, and any degenerate male who says otherwise will have to face me!"

Kirumi tojo

Kirumi treats your scars simply like they're another completely normal part of you. She loves everything about you, and your scars are no different

She liked to tell you how cute and beautiful your scars are and how handsome they make you look, especially whenever she's washing you when you're bathing or showering together. She just really likes rubbing and caressing them

If anyone (kokichi) insults you for your body and scars she will simply scold them telling them that they shouldn't comment about people's appearances and then kiss you reminding you of how much she loves you and your scars

Whenever you're feeling down because of how you look, she's very quick to remind you that you're handsome the way you look and that she loves you so much also because of your scars not despite them

"Dear, please look at me, I love you, all of you scars, burns and all, I will always love you no matter what and your body will never make me change my mind"