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[the-moon-devi]

WEBB Persona Chart: Notes

MIDHEAVEN // ASCENDANT at 2°, 7°, 14°, 19°, 26° or Libra/ Taurus can indicate gaining attention online for your beauty/fashion /creative endeavors.

GEMINI ASCENDANT in Webb PC is typically good in my opinion due to gemini being ruled by mercury. Mercury rules over communication, and technology. I've seen this in the pc of those who have a online presence! Geminis can also be very entertaining and creative so I think this also plays into the fact of why this can be a good indication of internet fame. Gemini is also represents the messenger, so typical geminis always have something to say!

EX: Rihanna has Gemini Ascendant at 19°, shows she's very active online, and this is due to her beauty line, and of course to communicate information regarding her business. Also shows her being talked about a lot in the media, and being seen as beautiful , with Her asc ruler (mercury) heavily venusian influenced, it sits in libra 5th house so this also shows fashion, and also creativity/fame etc! Her Mercury is also at 26°! 🤭

MARS IN 1H can manifest in two ways; You could either be seen as a sex symbol online, Or attract alot of animosity and feel the need to defend yourself constantly. This can also be seen as someone who is constantly arguing online.

EX: Kim Kardashian

Neptune 1H // ASPECTING ASC can show having this glamorous and dreamy presence online. From what I've seen this can really make a Star, and someone who influences others. This placement screams stardom to me, if you have this placement and your not famous online and not want to be then this could just manifest as you literally being nonexistent online, Or if your spiritual then this can show fame for your metaphysical talents! Neptune also rules illusions of course, so this may also show appearing one way online and being completely different in public. People with this placement always have very beautiful posts, and just give off the vibe of being whatever they want to be! May even benefit from manifesting fame online!

VENUS 10H shows you will definitely be seen as beautiful or even setting fashion trends (especially if you have aqaurian influence hitting your venus) Your online presence is heavily influence by your physical and fashion. This could even manifest as art, music, etc.

VENUS IN 3H can be similar to VENUS IN 10H, I say this because 3rd house is skills, communications, conversing with the outside, and social media. The only difference is these people may be noticed for their actual skills instead of VENUS IN 10H is just noticed because of their presence. VENUS IN 3H shows this could be your voice as in singing, and people also talk about how beautiful you are as well. I feel this can make a very popular person. And of course your voice and Intellect.

EX: Rihanna & Beyoncé

FAMA 1H/ LEO can show definite fame online for your talents. Whatever sign it's in can show what kind of talents this may be. I know this girl on YouTube (Nadirah Ali) who has Fama 1h Libra, and she's a model, her shoots are gorgeous!

LIBRA ASC // JUNO ☌ ASC / / JUNO 1H can show your spouse may be involved with your presence online, Libra can manifest different from time to time because it's also creativity, but in some way love or partnership will be involved. If you have Libra Ascendant paired with juno ☌ asc or 1h then this is even more emphasized.

EX: Beyoncé Juno 1H

VENUS ☌ WEBB (3041) online attention for creativity/ visual arts/ beauty. The sign/house these two are in can show how this energy may manifest.

FOR EXAMPLE: Venus ☌ Webb in Cancer 10h can indicate being seen as very nurturing and feminine online, you being a mother could be a big part of your reputation online. You may do a lot of wholesome, and comforting art. Maybe even cooking or home decor.

Venus ☌ Webb in Leo 9h can indicate traveling, and online you are very outgoing. You may seem foreign, and adventurous to outsiders. You could even become famous in foreign lands. You may be very open about your religion/beliefs online as well. You could be the type to go all out for the holidays, and post about this online.

Beyoncé has Venus at 8° ☌ Webb at 17° in Aquarius 3h, so this for one shows how she has really changed the internet game, and has a big influence with her aqaurius influence and also this number 8 energy which also represents change and of course 17 is a longevity degree. So she has a long lasting impact on the internet with her voice, and can feel like whatever she say goes. (I think this is also attributed to the fact she has Pluto in 11h, 11h/Aqaurius rules the masses/ global impacts.) This also shows her beautiful voice/ music!

MIDHEAVEN IN PISCES// AT 12°, 24° gives star qaulity again, this alone won't necessarily indicate your absolutely going to be a star but if you have any other fame indicators then this is a nice add on to have. Midheaven in pisces will most likely be seen as having a other worldly presence online, and truly beautiful!

EX: Rihanna Pisces Midheaven

MERCURY AT 5°,17°,29° shows recignition for your voice. This could be singing or even you just being funny, and making others laugh! Also teaching others.

SUN 7H // VENUS 7H adding onto what I said above about juno/Libra. This can also show that marriage/ relationships and your connection to others whether that be platonic or romantic, may impact your reputation online, and partners will be involved.

LILITH 1H may be outcasted, or feel like the bad guy when they get on the internet. Can result in someone who gets dissed alot online or rebels against the web in some way. This can also show jealousy, and having a big sex appeal.

PLUTO 1H obsession, stalkers, and jealousy. If you have this placement expect to be seen as someone whom is mysterious, and kind of intimidating. You could change something online or even be seen as someone who attracts a lot of people to them. You have a special affect on people online, and could either be hated or loved. You could also talk about taboo things online, and your online presence may go up & down. Also a sex appeal indicator.

MOON 1H seen as someone who cares, and the mother online. A lot of people probably come to you with their problems. May be the type to post a lot about motherhood, and feminine energies. May be seen as intuitive online, More prone to talk about spiritual things.

NORTH NODE 10H the internet is meant to impact your career/reputation. May be known for having a online presence. Most likely will be very influential.

EXACILBUR (9499) 1H // ASPECTING MC, ASC indicates having a HUGE impact online. Excalibur means being chosen, and having a path that can't be taken from you. So you'll see these natives appearing powerful, and having a breakthrough online!

1H LORD IN 5H shows going viral, you could be super young, and have a huge influence on the youth. More than likely you will be showing your creative talents online!

EX: When I tell ya'll.... I just had a feeling that Ice Spice had this placement..... And I was right. 😌 She definitely has become a trend through her mannerisms, and music etc lol, and she's definitely influenced the younger generation.

1H LORD IN 2H indicates you attract alot of abundance to you online. You could benefit from having a online business or making money online. This may even be a indication of a online shopper. The internet determines your finances.

1H LORD IN 9H shows learning online, and touching the hearts of foreigners. You may find a lot of luck, and knowledge online. This is a great indication of having a big audience, and people probably watch you online to learn from you! People most likely see you as spiritual, and wise.

1H LORD IN 8H are usually the ones who talk about esoteric topics online. They are seen as very powerful, and someone who changes the minds of others. Usually will have a huge impact on others, and can be seen as someone to be feared. They can attract a lot of hate and rumors regarding their personality, and what they stand for. If not popular online you will most likely be seen as secretive, and private. People may be obsessed with you, and see you as attractive.

EX: I know someone who has this placement, but I'm not going to say their name lol. I just want to point out how powerful their placement is, and how much of their presence enlightenented alot of people online. They are a mercurial ruled rising, mercury sits in the 8th house conjunct their North Node and Jupiter (in 8th). Their purpose was to spread enlightement and knowledge (jupiter). Their voice (mercury) was meant to be heard. Their mercury & Jupiter sits at 11° and Mercury at 9° in Aries. Not to mention they are very blunt, and have a very powerful way of speaking and asserting themselves. I'll give yall a hint but they were a black man. Fox News released an article that, they are a "Violent Cult Leader" (very plutonian but , in his defense it wasn't a "cult") Iykyk.

PLUTO 1H, SCORPIO ASC, 1H LORD IN 8H, adding onto what I said in the previous observation ⤴. I've noticed all of these placements in some way attract jealousy, hate, rumors for what they do. It may not always be as intense but they hold a lot of power and influence. People want to watch them, and they have the ability to uncover a lot of hidden truths, and taboo secrets. Pluto in the 11h can even give this vibe too, but they are even more so having a huge effect on the masses. They can change and bring back trends if they wanted to. They can change their interests regarding what they consume online too. Pluto in 10h has the ability to reinvent their public persona, this is very similar to pluto 1h as well!

10H LORD IN 12H your presence online may be hidden or spiritual. You can be seen as someone who has a healing presence.

MIDHEAVEN AT FAME DEGREES (5°,17°,29°) definitely will be famous online. 5° may manifest as going viral for a short period of time, while 17° and 29° will manifest in long term fame, and impact.

10H LORD IN 8H your online presence may include divination, spirituality, and sexual/taboo topics. You will be seen as mysterious, and powerful. (Definitely should have included this with the ♇ observations above ⤴ lol)

VARUNA ASPECTING SUN, ASC, MC OR IN 1H/10H/11H can show worldwide recignition, may attract a lot of praise especially if it's sun or 11h/10h just because sun is literally where we shine, and talents. 11h is goals, and accomplishments, while 10h is literally achievements.

STELLIUMS IN HOUSES/ 2 OR MORE PLANETS IN A HOUSE can show certains aspects of where your presence online will gain a lot of attention, maybe even what your known for doing. Signs can show the energy of this!

1H STELLIUM emphasis on you, your entire being probably will attract a lot of attention. You may be very bold

3H STELLIUM emphasis on your mind, and speech.

4H STELLIUM emphasis regarding your family, and upbringing.

5H STELLIUM emphasis on your talents, and your talents. Could be children, and creativity maybe even love flings.

8H STELLIUM emphasis on your power, your enemies. What you hide, and sex life. Also people may see you as very powerful, and somewhat mysterious.

GLO (3267) IN 1H shows you have a qaulity about you that shines. You have a luminous glo to you. This can be great for fame!

STARR (4150) IN 1H indicates becoming a star online, you are someone who is looked up to. Also great for fame.

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Here's the "To be Continued" photo for my Welcome Home Fanfic "A town they call Welcome Home" featuring Wally Darling and my FC Dahlia Diligent!~

I base the pose off the "Draw your Duo" by mh-presents

And before you ask, no, their relationship is not portrayed in a romantic way. They're just friends.

Welcome Home belongs to PartyCoffin while Dahlia Diligent belongs to me.

[fleur-bbyy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GET IT UP! s. gojo (0.9k)

is satoru’s call really more important than you?

warnings: oral (m receiving), suckin’ him off while he’s otp, pet names (like excessive pet names), slight throat fucking, nickname toru, MDNI!!!

a/n: eepy and whoreknee

“Can’t really do this right now, baby.” Satoru was never one to deny his own pleasure.

He’d already been reduced to shaky breaths by you just kissing your way down his body. Taking your time to find every bump and ridge in his skin and marking it with your mouth. Simultaneously fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants and practically gleaming when you saw his heavy cock spring free.

“Y’got the sweetest fuckin’ lips, angel, but we really can’t right now.” His voice wasn’t as firm this time. It was breathier, unstable.

You were a second away from taking his cock into your mouth when the incessant buzz of his phone began to vibrate the desk above your head.

“‘M sorry, baby, told you I had to take it.” He caressed your face before gently patting your head. “Just give me a minute, babe, and I’m all yours. I promise.” You still rolled your eyes as he pressed the ‘answer’ button and held the device to his ear, not annoyed at him, but whoever was on the other line.

“Please?” You mouthed, gesturing with your eyes down to his cock and back up to him. A pitiful, pleading look painted on your face. Satoru pouted back down at you and shook his head, whispering a small “I’m sorry.” before bringing his attention back to his cell phone.

That short minute quickly turns to five agonizing minutes of having to listen to talks of curses and you already felt yourself growing bored. Resting your head on his lap from where you’re perched on the floor in front of him, trying to find something to keep you entertained. Your fingers quickly grow tired of tracing shapes on Satoru’s thigh. In an act of rebellion, your eyes dart up to his to make sure he’s still engrossed in the phone call and you experimentally run a finger over the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. Smirking when he shoots you a warning glare and mutters a quick “mhm” to whoever’s on the other end.

The warning doing nothing but spur you on to continue. With a coy smile, you begin to take him into your mouth. Relishing in the feeling of him twitch inside you when you begin to run your tongue over his tip. Not taking him in all the way to tease him even more. He sinks down further into his chair and a light sheen of sweat begins to make his forehead shine, causing a few strands of his soft, white hair to dampen and stick. He was too focused on trying to control his breathing and not let any incriminating sounds slip out to notice his hair hanging begin in his eyes. You almost laugh when you hear the man on the other end of the phone ask your boyfriend if he’s feeling alright.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Just… can I put’cha on hold for a sec.” You can’t see him mute the call, but you know he does by the way he lets his moans spill from his pink lips. Letting one of his hands fall to your head and push himself deeper into your throat. You allow him to shallowly thrust his hips up into you, throwing his head back before speaking again.

“Gotta lot of nerve, sweetheart,” He stops again, biting his lip to hold back a whine, “call’s important. Y’know that.” You pull yourself off of him and he groans at the loss of warmth.

“I just wanna have fun with you, ‘Toru.” He audibly groans at the nickname. The sound going straight to your aching core. He knows that you know what that name does to him. You replace your mouth with your hand and begin to gently pump up and down his length. Running your thumb over his flushed, leaking tip and using his pre as extra lube. Your eyes dart back and forth between his cock and his growing-pink face.

You can tell he’s debating something by the way his nose scrunches and his eyebrows furrow. He looks back to his phone to see how long he’s had the man on hold before looking back to you and softening his face.

“Okay, okay. Wha’dya need from me, baby? Tell ‘Toru what’cha need.” You smile victoriously, removing your hand to slip his cock back into your mouth once more. Bobbing your head up and down a few more times to give him a taste of what he could have if he focused all of his attention on you. Pulling off to give his length one more slow, tantalizing lick from base to tip.

“Hang up and you can have whatever you want from me.” Your voice was smooth, music to his ears. He plasters a cocky smirk on his face before bringing the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey… something just came up. Gonna have to get back to you at a better time.” He doesn’t even wait for the man to respond before ending the call. Lazily dropping his phone to his desk before turning his attention back to you.

“Now, I believe you owe me one, sweetness.”

[hewwokitti]

Brat (JJ Maybank x Reader)

It’s not like you mean to be a brat sometimes it just comes out. You know JJ doesn’t like when you’re rude and you’re good- at least getting better- at controlling your mouth but your facial expressions need work. So that's how you found yourself with JJ’s hand firmly on the back of your neck, pushing you into the chateau after sneering at something John B said.

“How many- How many fuckin times do i have to tell ya to fix your damn face huh? I ain’t playin with you today. Get your ass in there”

Yup you’re screwed.

He bullies you inside, smacking the globe of your ass all the while.

“JJ.. I’m sorry, I-“ you’re cut off as he roughly grabs your face, making you squeal.

“Yeah… Yeah you’re boutta be REAL sorry here soon dolly. You know where I want you c’mon.”

And you do, assuming the usual position on the bed, ass up, cheek against the undone bed. He comes up behind you, rough hand pushing your face into the mattress even more. “I keep tellin you kitty to play nice huh? don’t need you bein a bitch to my friends.” JJ emphasizes his words by pushing your face harder, making you cry out.

“Shh shh shhh” he utters condescendingly, while flipping your flimsy skirt up, rubbing the now exposed flesh. “don’t want them to hear how much of a bitch ya are for papa hmm?”

You screw your eyes shut, whimpering softly. He’s right, the pouges are right outside and any loud sounds would be sure to make their way to your shared friend’s ears.

Your thoughts are cut off by the sharp sting of JJ’s hand colliding with your ass, feeling the flesh jiggle at the impact “Answer me” he barks.

“n-no!!” you wail. JJ grins.

He pulls your head up by your hair, leaning over you, lips pressed against your ear. “Now, you’re gonna be good for me hmm? gonna take this dick then, ya gonna walk this ass,” he grabs a handful tightly, making your eyes roll back, “back out there n apologize”

“Y-Yes im sorry!” you say.

“mmm save it, you’re not sorry yet.” JJ says, as he throws your head back down. “Don’t even wanna look at ya right now, got me pissed the fuck off, that what you wanted?” He unbuckles his pants and ties the belt around your neck like a collar, using the long tail like a leash.

He rams into you, making you let out a garbled scream as he pounds into you, teeth bared giving you his all.

“Yeah, this is what you needed. Gotta get the bitch fucked outta ya don’t ya? Fuckin whore.”

The tight belt around your neck makes your head swim, all you can feel is JJ… JJ… JJ.

“Nah nah nah what’s my name kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you’ve been saying that aloud but with the way your blood circulation has been cut off, you can’t realize anything other than his dick deep in your guts. “D-daddy-y-y” you whine out, speech almost incoherent with the rhythm of his bruising thrusts.

“That’s right kitty, I’m your daddy, I’m your fucking daddy… jesus kitty you’re squeezing the life outta me SHIT you’re such a WHORE”

His harsh words make your eyes roll back, the only thing keeping your face up is JJ’s pull of the belt. The moans you let out are staccato, more like high pitched grunts, long nails clawing at the belt but not tapping out yet.

“O-oh man, you gonna cum kitty? don’t lie to me, can fuckin FEEL it” JJ spits out.

You nod vigorously, unable to speak, pushing back against him as best you can.

“FU-Uck yeah kitty cum with me c’mon” he let’s go of the belt, the rush of blood back into your head makes you squirt around him, screaming his name between gasps of breath as you flop onto the bed. JJ growls as he empties inside, thrusts slowing but not stopping making your toes curl with the overstimulation.

“There ya go kitty hmm? don’t that feel better?” He rubs your back as you let out little gasps and twitches.

After a while, once he’s calmed you down enough, he’s helping you clean up, getting you into comfy PJs.

“Okay mama, you good?” he holds your face in his hands, lifting it up casually to inspect your throat, a red rim of his belt mark makes him feel just the tiniest bit bad. He massages it as you croak out “‘m good now J”

He hums in response, “A’ight then, up you get, there’s some apologies ya gotta make now hmm?”

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thank you to @rafeysdoll (ofc) @siriusly-star-crossed, @monkichixo for proofreading!

[attractedtopeoples]

HI POOKIR hope you are okay so I was thinking

Johnnie x f reader like UH overstim with edge on readers side ? And like reader maybe has a very pink style (coquette/hello kitty typa) and if you could do smth like after aftercare he does a stream and like reader kinda left some lipstick on his neck or hickeys IDK of you don’t wanna that’s okay! Have a good day

A/N: HIII LOVE, thank you I am doing better, and happy new year! I hope this is okay, especially sorry if i didn't mention the fashion as much- i'm not very good at incorporating those smaller details. despite that i absolutely loved this prompt, and i had sat there fangirling over the thought of this scenario for a hot minute but here we go, and as always constructive criticism is welcome.

Johnnie Guilbert

Tags/Warnings: mdni, minors do not interact, don't like don't read, smutty, explicit, f!reader, there is one creepy ass guy at the start, overstimulation, aftercare & slight fluff, marking kink from reader if you squint, tease reader/snarky reader, yh i think that's all, tell me if you think there should be more, NOT BETA-READ.

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The both of you had been at the grocery store, getting a few things for the apartment and stuff you needed for future videos. However, at one point Johnnie had left to grab some cookies he'd seen earlier, and some random guy had come up behind you, attempting to corner you into the shelf, one hand on your pressed on your lower back under the crop top you'd worn.

The sudden contact was obviously not appreciated, and you pushed him back as you stepped away quickly, avoiding his hand when he reached out again.

"Sorry Sweetheart, just admiring the view," the random guy said, as if it provided any valid explanation. You could feel his eyes tracing over you, and felt rather disgusted as his eyes stayed trained on your mini-skirt for a few seconds longer than you were comfortable with.

"Who's this?" a voice spoke behind you, and you had never been more thankful than when you turned around to find Johnnie standing there glaring at the creep. The guy rolled his eyes at Johnnie, but took a step back regardless, glancing at you once more before walking away, leaving a confused Johnnie with chocolate chip cookies in hand.

"Just a nobody, it's okay" you'd assured him, although it clearly didn't do a great job, his eyes still taking in every detail, trying to find any evidence of pain or discomfort.

"Are you sure?" he'd asked, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders as he looks back down the aisle with a slight frown.

"Been better, I just wanna go home." you'd admitted with a sigh as you leaned into his embrace.

That lead to where you are now, one hand clutching the pillow behind you and the other tangled in Johnnie's hair as his tongue pushes you towards another climax, your third tonight to be specific, and Johnnie did not seem like he wanted to stop. His hands had taken their place on your inner thighs, keeping your legs from closing around his legs as he overstimulates you.

Your back arched off the bed as you were pushed over the edge once more, and your hand was tugging Johnnie's hair, a futile attempt at pushing him away. However, to your surprise, he pulled away from you with a pleased grin on his face. Sadly, It didn't last very long, as one of his hands moved up your thigh as he began rubbing slow circles around your clit, applying a painful yet pleasurable pressure as you threw your head back once more.

His other hand trailed upwards- towards your hips, and he sat back on his knees, admiring you splayed out in front of him as he continued to toy with your overstimulated body, gently sliding two fingers inside you as you let out a broken moan, throat already sore from the previous rounds.

"Feeling better now darling?" He asks teasingly, curling his fingers inside you as your nails dig into the back of his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you try not to lose your mind from the feelings overwhelming you as his fingers thrust into you at a steady pace.

There were hickeys covering the both of you, but especially yourself, and you couldn't say you were all that upset. There was a trail of them from your jawline, down your collarbone, and scattered down the rest of your body. On your thighs the hickeys and love-bites were joined by slight bruises on your inner thighs form Johnnie's fingers.

On him it was mainly his neck and jawline, alongside a few scattered over his chest before he laid you down, opting to mark you up instead. Although as he leans down, placing his other arm by the side of your head, you had a nice few of them.

Looking into his eyes your shaky arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he reciprocated eagerly. The hands around his neck tightened as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, and as he began to speed up you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You pulled him in for another kiss as you felt yourself fall over the edge again, crashing your lips together in a desperate attempt of muffling the noises you knew would have woken one of your roommates. As the aftershocks wore off Johnnie slowly pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bedsheets as he brings you closer, hugging you softly as he traces shapes into your skin.

After a while of you two lying there wrapped up in each other, he sighed and pulled back from you and off the bed to grab something from the bathroom. A few moments later he walked back into your room, a washcloth in his hand and you allowed yourself to relax back into the bed as he sat down next to you.

He rubbed soothing circles into your thighs as he cleaned you up, taking care to be extra gentle with you as he carefully wiped down your thighs with the warm towel. You watched him with a soft smile as your eyes drooped slightly. Eventually you felt your eyes close, and in your drowsy state you could feel Johnnie lie down next to you, an arm wrapped around your waist as you fall asleep together.

~

Blinking your eyes open you could hear the clicking of a keyboard somewhere in the room, and when you pat around for Johnnie you can only feel an empty space next to you in the bed. Rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the lighting you can finally see Johnnie at his desk on the other side of the room, both his camera and mic set up in front of him as he streams, most likely playing some form of game.

With a small sigh you sit up and hold back a groan at the pain in your lower back from last night. The movement caught Johnnie's attention, and you could see him mouth sorry out of the camera frame, although with the way he tilted his neck you could also see the collection of hickeys you'd left scattered on him- and by the way his camera was facing it was rather clear he was trying not to show them.

That fact didn't matter now however, as he'd just completely displayed each and every one to the viewers of his stream, and as you watched the realization flood his features you had to hold back a laugh. He slowly sat back into frame, and you watched his eyes flick over the comment section, and after a few seconds he just let out a resigned sigh.

With a raised eyebrow you kept watching as he pressed a few buttons, and then he started to speak again.

"Alright guys, I think that's a pretty good ending note, I'll see you next time," and with a final click of a button he slumped back into the chair and turned to face you tiredly. Meanwhile you were still trying not to laugh at him, one hand over your mouth as a pointless attempt at hiding your laughter.

"Shut up," he grumbled, but it didn't help much as you flopped back down onto the bed and continued to laugh, smiling when he came over and joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

[cupiidzbow]

happy valentines day!! ♥️ get yourself a big guy to spoil you rotten!! 😚💝💌

[mellowwillowy]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬

⤷ synopsis: The Pastor has always been a man worthy of your adoration so you would obviously still adore him despite him teaching you an entirely false lesson no?

⤷ warnings — GN reader, religious themes, eldritch horror (tentacle shits), light bdsm (spanking, caning, blood), NSFW MDNI

"What does a bad, naughty sheep deserve from its shepherd?" "Th-the Shepherd's crook?" "Correct." One of his tentacles hands him the crook and he uses the hook to yank you closer toward him, "What do you say if we start it easy with a counting till' 12?"

ꕤ The Pastor has always been the man you adore and aspire to be, always so kind and generous in helping anyone while teaching them what the Pastor deems to be 'true'. You have always been nothing but a lamb of his teachings, following him as though he is your shepherd.

ꕤ The Pastor says that he shall love and guide everyone equally but is that even 'true'? When the others could only listen to him, you on the other hand are able to feel his teaching firsthand.

ꕤ The Pastor sates you from earthly desires and guides you toward the righteous path, living in virtue. Why would you ever desire when he has given you everything you could ever want?

ꕤ Gluttony? You could eat whatever you want, be it the world's most gruesome meal. Pride? You will always be respected by all the acolytes and people around you. Envy and Greed? How could you even envy when you have everything in yourself? Wrath? No one would ever incur wrath out of you, for he himself guarantees it. Sloth? You have always been there in all the ceremonies he has ever held.

ꕤ Lust? When his tentacles that are hidden beneath his robes will never fail to pleasure you? Those suckers that leave lots of marks that sign you have belonged to something?

ꕤ The confession box that serves as a place for people to confess and repent allows Caelus to forgive and purify you as his tentacles wrap themselves around your body, suckers kissing your skin as he listens to your confession. By the end of the session, he'll dictate your next course of actions

"Kneel by the altar and pray for 15 minutes while I purify you alright? You must be pure no matter what."

ꕤ You have always been the lamb of his herdings, obediently kneeling and praying while his lip roams around the nape of your neck, hand feeling your body up and down as he starts undressing you for God to witness.

ꕤ Alas he himself is the God who is witnessing everything, of how you diligently pray for forgiveness while your body trembles from excitement and anticipation. Caelus licks your neck as his tentacles start to loom out of his robes.

ꕤ It is undeniable that Caelus knows his way around your body even from the first time he lays his hand on you. It was almost as though he had long known how your body would react to every single touch he made. All felt too familiar.

ꕤ Caelus starts by kissing your ears, and nibbling your earlobes while he positions your kneeling figure. Soon, his lip trails down onto your neck and your collarbone, giving it a trail of wet kisses and hickeys.

"How do you feel, my sheep?"

You stutter out an answer that is enough to make him nod and continue on his way with you, this time his hands work their way to undress you. Caelus relentlessly binds your limbs with his tentacles, lifting you mid-air as he feels your sex, "An excited one, aren't you? One must now dwell in the temptation of sins." He chides as he flicks your sex that was clothed by your wet underwear.

ꕤ You whine at the sudden touch, your opened mouth allows the tentacle to invade your mouth, feeling how warm the insides of your mouth are. The suckers taste you as they suck your tongue and the surroundings, your moan sending vibrate toward Caelus indirectly.

Caelus starts to stroke your sex, slow and steady as he feels it throbs under his touch. He can see it clearly with how wet your underwear is, urging him to slide it down and bare your sex open for him to observe.

"How needy, I haven't done much and you are this excited already? Does it start from the moment I order you to kneel down?"

ꕤ The Pastor has always known his way around his words and you realize that he is being lenient with his teachings today, is he being solemn? That aside, he really knows how to use his mouth on you, tasting the fluid that drenches your underwear while the tentacle inside your mouth invades deeper, causing you to gag at its thickness and length.

"Pa-pas-thorh, I-, C-C-Caelus!"

Although it is supposed to be a plea for him to pull his tentacle out, it starts to sound like a pleasured whimper. Caelus chuckles as he licks your cheek upward, tasting the sweat and tears that are on your face, "Why, it seems like you are quite enjoying yourself too." He gives your sex a smack, showing you how desperate you are for a release as well. "Tell me, have you been the sheep you are? Obediently following me as I herd you toward your den? Your safe haven?"

You want to nod but you know better than to do that after confessing yourself to him in the confession box. The tentacle retreats itself to allow you to speak, "I- I have not... Pastor."

"Then, what does a bad, naughty sheep deserve from its shepherd?" You gulp, "Th-the Shepherd's crook?" Caelus smiles, "Correct." One of his tentacles hands him the crook and he uses the hook to yank you closer toward him, "What do you say if we start it easy with a counting till' 12?"

If anything you are trying not to shake your head vigorously, only swallowing the lump in your throat. Just before you can retort, he lifts you even higher, baring your thighs for him to feel and cane easily.

“Count it properly unless you want me to start it from 1 again. Here we go,” You grit your teeth hard as the crook hits your thighs, leaving a red swollen streak. “Where’s the response?” Another hit jolts you awake, “ONE-!”

“Next,” “TWO-“ “THREE-!” “F-FOUR!” This goes on until you are too pained to number it correctly, choking in tears. Caelus is merciful enough to wait for you to recover before he chides you, “Why are you not paying attention to me? I am teaching you something so important for your well-being and you do not even bother to pay attention?”

You manage to choke out a response that is rather pathetic to be considered as a reason and Caelus can only click his tongue at you as he feels your bloodied thighs, red streaks decorating them while little blood oozes out of the cut, “You were so close to grasping the lesson entirely yet you have to make me recite it for you again?”

You tremble from his words, unsure of whether it is out of fear or anticipation of what he has stored in him to show you. One of the tentacles hooks your leg up by the knee, showing him just how your sex leaks out your excitement, dirtying the altar.

“Not only are you being inattentive, you are practically disgracing the altar for your own desires. Tell me, what did I teach you about not pursuing earthly desires?” The curve of his crook is rubbed against your sex as he questions you, more tentacles start to wrap themself around you with the suckers leaving a trail of blue and purple hues.

If you think he thinks your face is comically adorable then you are right because as for now, you are showing him just how eager you are for him to thrust his cock into you. Lust. You are brimming in lust, unable to contain your arousal as proven by your leaking sex. “Bad sheep.” Caelus clicks his tongue again, caning your calf while relishing in how you choked out a gasp of pain.

It didn’t last long because Caelus has now given you what you want, pulling his cock out for you to see and drool at, hard red aching for attention. He gives it a few pumps before frotting it against your hole, his hand collecting all the leaking fluid from your sex as a lube for him to penetrate you.

“Now witness how I’m about to purify you dear. This is something I never do to anyone but my most lovely sheep.” This is what you have been waiting for, the purification that Caelus has never done to anyone but you. Your eyes rolled backward when you feel his tip entering you, his tentacles and hands keep you in place as you try to wriggle your way deeper into his cock.

“Patience, dear. Tell me, why are you indulging yourself in the idea of lusting over someone?” His gloved hands feel your bum, kneading it like dough before he makes you take his gloves off with your mouth. You diligently bite the leather and try to pull it off from his hand. Caelus chuckles at your attempt before pulling his hand off the glove and making you do the same to his other hand.

His fingers invade your mouth as he pulls your tongue out, his golden eyes gaze into yours in adoration, “God, why must you be so beautiful?” You can smell it, although his hands are clean, there is still a hint of smell of ink and old papers. Just before you can do anything, Caelus slams his cock into you completely, catching you off guard. You try to pull your tongue away from his grasp but fail horribly as he pulls you into a deep kiss instead.

Your moan is muffled by his tongue that is wrapping yours, his hips angled to hit that one spot that makes you curl your toes. You trashed against the tentacles that bind your hands until they let you go, allowing you to dig your fingernails into his toned back, leaving crescent moon shapes that threaten to cut his skin open, drawing blood out of him.

You are in dire need of air but you are also unwilling to break away from the heated kiss, hands keeping him close to you while you greedily taste him. Caelus smirks at the kiss and pinches your nipple, earning a gasp from you that allows him to break free from the kiss. He drags his thumb across the corner of his lip, wiping away the drool that is smeared on his lip.

His hands find their purchase on your hips again, holding you in place while he thrusts himself in and out into you, using you like a fleshlight. You are unsure about what he’s mumbling about but you seem to catch a few of his words.

“Mine to deflower.”

As though he is no longer the wise pastor you look up to, you now feel just how territorial he is with your whole well-being, not only a body used to chase his own pleasure but also a soul to keep him sane, proven by how you feel a pang of serenity in you again despite the idea of being fucked by the altar for God to witness.

“See this, my dear? This is the proof that you belong to me.” Caelus presses his palm on your bulged stomach, proving to you just how enormous his cock is, resting inside you. A yellow sign glows as his hand presses harder on your stomach, making you feel warm.

The tentacles invade your mouth again, unwilling to part from you while starting to spurt some sort of liquid into your mouth. Caelus’ pace picks up as well, his thrust deeper and faster while his breath grows raggier. Sweats drip down from his forehead while his tongue wet his lip from the sight of your spent-up face.

He wants you to come all over him and bless the altar with your essence and he will not stop until the deed is done.

ꕤ The Pastor is a gentle soul, his tentacles serve as a makeshift bed for you to rest while the suckers massage your sore muscles. His hand and eyes never leave you, oh how you love those Golden eyes of his with his ruffly black hair.

"Pastor, what if I am not as beautiful as the flower God loves?" You whisper out as he kisses your shoulder blade. Caelus taps his finger on your other shoulder while he hums out an answer, "You go down just like Holy Mary," he pauses to leave another kiss on your forehead, " and not just another Bloody Mary."

You cock your head in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?" Caelus chuckles as he palms your face, "It means you are beautiful no matter what the circumstances are..." Caelus opens his mouth and bites your lower lip, "Whether you are pristine free of sins, or bathed in blood and wounds."

ꕤ Caelus has always been a man of many identities, nonetheless, he is a man who will always devote himself to you no matter what he identifies himself to be.

If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally. And I see nothing wrong with that

[xo2dee]

𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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❦ Pairing: Nanami Kento x (Fem)Reader

❦ Warnings: MDNI/18+ only. smoking (nanami does it while reader secondhands), lap dancing, thigh riding, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, daddy kink (it's said like twice maybe three times because i cant handle writing it too much), vaginal fingering, squirting, slight impact play, semi-public sex, rough sex, car sex, vaginal sex, finger sucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, creampie

❦ Word Count: 15132

❦ Summary: There were various emotions swirling within his eyes, like his body and mind couldn’t figure out which one to grasp onto with you near him and there was an internal struggle with both parts of his mind trying to figure out what to do with you. You assumed you could feel flattered and prideful over that, getting the reserved Nanami Kento to swallow harshly at the sight of you and having him get jealous over you.

It made you want him all the more.

❦ A/N: yall remember this outfit

well it's what made me write this and made me think about ruining his pants as i rode -

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It was too long of a moment before you realized he was watching you again – through his peripheral vision once more he had been eyeing you carefully in patterns. You could feel his stare crawling onto your skin like phantom itches despite not openly looking at him; call it an intuition, but you knew he had been watching you oh-so discreetly the entire night.

You wouldn’t have noticed if that hadn’t been your plan in the long-run, and he had been watching you for months in the same way you had been watching him out of the corner of your eyes for months. After that, it seemed to become a tangible game of cat and mouse, the both of you alternating between each player on the offense and on the defense to see who could catch who in a slip-up and corner them for the pounce.

(It was all in the eyes, and if you were being honest, he had you beat there.)

His eyes were as dark as the shadows he was bathed in, only the neutral pattern of his coat and powder blue of his turtleneck were visible along the edges of the darkness creeping in from the outside and the sheen of his blonde hair highlighted from the city outside of his car. His free hand laid between his spread thighs limp, yet there was an undertone of apprehension in them from the very way he had the other tightly gripped onto the steering wheel the entire ride to where he was taking you both, the shine of his Tag Heuer watch in the low light of his car making him seem all the more mysterious. You could count the veins that were protruding outwards in his hand and those visible in his forearm holding the steering wheel from his rolled up sleeves, could count each way he had shifted in his seat from the tense atmosphere, and could count each individual glance he had taken to you.

Though, that wasn’t to say you hadn’t been seeking your own glances to him the entire night.

The foot on the gas pedal of his car in all its sleek black glory pressed down harder, the engine purring in response to it as he sped up a fraction to get to the destination he seemed to have planned for you both – and you knew it wasn’t your or his apartment, you could see it in his eyes when he had approached you and pressed his lips to your ear, asking you if he needed to take you home or if you wanted to go elsewhere with him. You had obliged him, giddy in the way he had curled his fingers around your wrist and led you out of the club with a meaningful glare towards anyone else, away from everyone’s watchful eyes and the muted, giggling whispers about you two leaving together. It was like they were betting on it as much as you had been, wondering when all the tension would stretch to its maximum and finally snap for what had been brewing in-between you two for six months.

Pursuing him in your own right seemed to be the definition of a slow-burn; he was reserved as they came and preferred to keep things strictly work-related, but there were twists and curves in your ‘just coworkers’ relationship along the way as the friendly dinners and murmuring touches along each other’s arms became something more than just two people who were comfortable in each other’s presence. He could see it in the way you looked at him, all twinkling eyelashes in mascara and vision tinged in sapphire for your lust for him, but also the way you coated yourself in adoration each time he was around because you were sure what you were feeling was more than just lust if six months of pining over him spoke for anything.

And yet, you could see it in his eyes – something he had tried to definitely hide behind those silly little goggles he wore when you saw him most – in spite of your tinted vision of yearning. There was something else there hidden in those umber irises, something you couldn’t quite place your finger on since his eyes were at times too intense to even look into and you often shied away from in response. He had no problem meeting your gaze however, a master of making eye contact as he liked to look people in the eye as he spoke and a master of making you squirm as it seemed folly to try and decipher any meaning behind his eyes, leading you to believe that perhaps your desire was unwanted, or he was oblivious.

Nevertheless of that, you knew it was there, and his behavior that night further cemented it from the way he had glared at you over the rim of his glass of Whiskey while you eyed him as you danced, the amber liquid scalding like his gaze and rough like the way it felt in your throat when you teasingly took a swig from him in a chance to get him wound up. It had worked a fraction (a clenched jaw and a narrowed set of eyes as you only smiled, giggled at him, and poked your tongue out to lick your bottom lip in response before prancing off), but it was nothing compared to what made him slam his feet down off of his barstool, leaving a generous tip (and paying for you as well), and to come after you, the deep blue lights of the club highlighting and shadowing his features in a cutting edge that made you clench your thighs and hitch your breath in anticipation the longer he looked at you with that mask of indifference.

And at that moment then, it was only a question of whenever he would snap and give in to give you both what you had been skipping around the bush for in your not-so silent or unknown play of pining and sexual tension.

In your peripherals you watched as the hand that laid limp in his lap rose and dug into his pants pocket, fishing out a cigarette from his carton before addressing you quietly for the first time in several minutes. “Mind if I smoke?”

You curled your toes in your laced-up heels, nails painted white and knees feeling weak watching him raise his cigarette already to his lips, “Not at all.” He didn’t waste any time afterwards, the window rolling down a smidge as you watched him intently, quick in lighting it and pushing it to the corner of his mouth. Your mouth was dry then, discreetly staring at his lips before you wetted your own with a swipe of your tongue, “You’ve smoked an awful lot tonight…”

Kento didn’t answer you, only a hum leaving him as he focused on driving for the time being and made his way through winding roads and sharp turns out of part of the city where the club was located. He wasn’t in the mood to seemingly discuss that particular piece of information, possibly afraid that it would reveal too much of his true reasoning as to why he wanted to leave the club with you so early. You let your eyes fall away from him, a pitfall of anxiety and rushing excitement making home in your stomach as you waited for the inevitable while you let your gaze wander looking out the rain droplet-spattered window on the passing buildings and scenery.

Tokyo looked like a metropolis. The architecture was always interesting to look at – from grandiose skyscrapers to local houses with style made of tin. In Tokyo, the majority of the residential buildings there were compact. They were either small and very square, or tall and rectangular thin, existing in varying shades of coffee, caramel and grey and neatly placed together. Although Tokyo had its area of skyscrapers and modern architecture, the overwhelming feeling there was for design to be functional and straightforward was present, rather than used as a showpiece. Being nearly its own separate entity altogether and the capital, it was given personal art deco and art nouveau that was something utterly fascinating to you.

Though all of that was becoming was to become a sight on the horizon, the roads changing from being full of traffic to having stragglers of long-haul trucks and random cars alone, the view of the buildings changing to a seemingly endless forest full of darkness and winding roads. Tokyo was becoming a gleam on the horizon the more he drove on to pass free of any stoplights and stop-signs, the clock ticking towards midnight in a sign that whenever you two were going, you two were going to be very much alone.

In the corner of your conscious lulled by the humming of his car, you memorized the way the rain tinkled on his windshield and how the windshield wipers rapidly came up slapping the water away as you turned your gaze to it at the final stoplight before you assumed was your destination. The whole process looked oddly mesmerizing, to the point your eyes nearly began to droop and a frown slipped on your mask at your oncoming haphazard fatigue. You didn’t necessarily realize you had done it, nor did you realize when, but you had placed your feet upon his dash in a fit to make yourself comfortable and forgoing completely any manners and where you were as you lost your train of thought.

Kento’s voice broke you out of your thoughts once more.

“You shouldn’t put your feet on the dash,” he started off softly, until his gruff voice rose in volume with his next sentence, “and you should put your seatbelt on.”

He startled you at first, blinking as you left the trenches of your brain addled with wayward thoughts as you turned your head fully to look at him. His eye remained on the road ahead of him, yet you could not take your own off his visage in the crimson shine of the stoplight. It made him look… dangerous, a far cry from how he looked pliant and gentle underneath the blue lights of the club. The red contrasted and highlighted his features nicely; from the sharp crease of his jaw, the side view of his bottom lip plumper than his top with the cigarette hanging off his lip, the aristocratic nose, his dark eyelashes falling over his dark eyes, and the angled, nicely trimmed and arched brows overtop.

He looked… God, you couldn’t describe then. But he was so handsome, and it made you want to scream.

Regardless, you pushed those thoughts away – and the faint lingering of arousal beneath your naval – swallowing harshly before you piped up in another tease to let the awkward mood simmer away, “Oh yeah? ‘Traffic Regulation Number One’?” Even as you said it, you removed your feet and did not miss the way his eyes remained on the way your dress rode up on your thighs in the process.

Kento glanced at you again, a glint in his eyes that made you cross your ankles, “Not only that, if we were to wreck you would suffer more than I,” he turned his head to you then, challengingly staring into your eyes, “and I can’t have that.”

That time you stared at him as you considered his words carefully, only coming up short to why – other than genuinely caring for people, including yourself – he even mentioned it before you reached for the seatbelt and slowly put it on. You could blame your forgetfulness of it on always walking and taking the bus everywhere, though he didn’t seem to mind otherwise. Once it clicked, you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, “Happy?”

“Extremely.” He says with the world’s most monotone voice.

You tottered on further as the light continued to remain red, “I doubt we’d even get in an accident… you’ve been driving like ten under the speed limit.”

“It’s raining,” he argued back, a hint of exasperation in his tone, “and are you so surprised I follow regulations?”

You stretched your legs out, “It’s only raining a little. And I wouldn’t say ‘surprised’, maybe… a bit of a cliché for you.”

“’Cliché’? How so?”

“Have you seen yourself? Everything about you screams ‘punctuality’, and your willingness to follow all the rules. I feel like you need to loosen up…” you trailed off eyeing him up and down unashamedly, aware he could probably feel it.

Kento abruptly grinded out his cigarette in his ashtray sitting within the cup holder, a bit of a slight underlining of his true strength showing through as he did it. “’Loosen up’…” he practically hissed the words out between the cracks of his teeth; the sound making it nearly like he had tasted a horrible beverage and was trying to get the taste of the liquid off of his taste buds. He glanced you at once more and both hands were on steering wheel, tight in the way he held it. “You’re saying I’m predictable.” He wasn’t asking, he was just repeating your statement back to you in a different fashion. He was curious then.

“Sometimes, but I’m still trying to figure that out… Though from your behavior tonight, maybe I don’t really know.”

His head slowly turned to you, eye half-lidded over that molten gaze and sending a sharp, shrilling tingle down the ridged bones along your spine. You held his gaze however, not one to be so easily one-upped and having your fair share of looking men in the eye so effortlessly to get them at your mercy, yet it was different with him. He was… dangerous, all the more giving off that feeling the longer you gazed openly at him in blood-colored lighting so much like the nearly visible tension between you two as you realized you might have been completely wrong about him being horribly uptight and haughty.

His little performance in the club was enough evidence to back that up, buuuuuuut you were in a teasing mood again and had piqued his interest in the matter. Gone were your nerves thinking of how you two were supposed to remain strictly platonic in the way coworkers were supposed to be, in was your lust clawing away at your brain like a caged beast for something you had not felt in so long. Metaphorical vines straight from the sinful garden were ensnaring you in and blooming with azure roses in comparison to lust’s color association, slowly crawling out around your limbs and reaching for him.

You wanted him.

And you had a good guess that he wanted you, though it was just matter of playing your cards right to get your answer.

Kento finally answered you, a languid blink on his eyes before he sent a slow look down the course of your body, “I supposed you don’t.”

You hummed leaning slightly forward and slowly beginning to raise your hand, a new idea born within your mind, “Call it an intuition. Though…” The air shifted between you two once more, the lingering taste of seduction about as you stretched your hand out further to him, “I don’t think it’d kill you to have a little fun for once and loosen up…?”

Your hand landed on his thigh, to which he suddenly tensed up from the contact and his grip on the steering tightening up to point you thought he may have ripped it off if he wanted to. You had landed up closer towards his hip, feeling his quads flex and twitch underneath your smooth glide to let your sit your hand closer to his knee. Then, only for a moment, you dug your nails through his skin and into his pants.

However, he kept his composure for that moment, regarding you carefully after a particular hard swallow that made his Adam’s apple bob, “Did I not come to club tonight after you begged me?”

You rolled your eyes at him and sent him another sultry look from underneath your eyelashes with a small pout on your lips, “Yeah, but all you did was sit in the corner and drink sips out of one glass of Whiskey; sulking, and even when I asked you to come dance with me you wouldn’t.” You made it a point to sigh dramatically after finishing your sentence to give him a clue that you were somewhat hurt by him, circling your finger along his pants while you mulled the entire night over in your mind.

When you first saw him standing outside your apartment door for the night, you hardly even recognized it was even him at first.

Nanami Kento was known for dressing to the nines every day for work, as he usually wore a three-piece suit with shining Oxford shoes to match; the suit crisp, free of wrinkles, without a single piece of lint on it, and his shoes looking like they had been newly bout despite him having bought them two years beforehand. Though, what he showed up wearing for the night… he certainly dressed for the club.

You knew Kento had name-brand clothing, and you figured that they were just his tailored suits and expensive shoes, but the moment you spied the particular set he was wearing and realized you had seen it once flicking through a magazine at the Dentist’s Office while chomping gum you weren’t supposed to, thinking nothing of it then on the model but appreciating it, yet seeing it like you were… It was all the more appealing on the eye from the way he seemed to model it without trying, and how the fabric layered onto his sculpted body to accentuate his complexion and hair perfectly underneath the low light of your apartment’s hallway. He looked… stunning (not like he never did anyway).

Kento dressed himself purely in Dolce & Gabbana; a neutral, double-breasted overcoat, and in plaid-like pattern was what caught your eyes first, buttoned once in the middle and a brooch pinned onto the left collar of it with a pretty, powder blue turtleneck underneath it. His pants looked crisp and in the same fabric of his overcoat and his shoes were new too you noticed, black with shiny golden emblems atop them. You knew he had still had that watch on too, he never went anywhere without it, and his hair looked styled all the more from his usual day of work; he truly had went out of his way.

(Sometimes you wondered truly how much money he ended up making at his office job.)

You had taken to shamelessly looking him up and down, an eyebrow lifting up and your throat hot as panties were suddenly too uncomfortable for you even wear any longer.

“You look handsome.”

Kento had done the same to you, passionate eyes free from his usual goggles, and he took in your silvery and glittery mini-dress that had the world’s most plunging V-neck and free of a back and split up on each side of your hips. The laced-up heels were just for fun, but you liked the way he looked at them.

And from how he drug a slow, dreamy course look up your body back to your face with his own challenging eyebrow raising, you knew he liked your outfit just as much as you liked his.

“You’re beautiful.”

Briefly, you had wondered if he purposefully left out ‘look’ but decided not to look too much into it since it set your belly spiraling and thighs twitching.

It was a defining moment that you actually got him to come with you, Kento never being one to go out where there were crowds and preferring to stay at home to read a book. Not like you didn’t like that about him anyway, but the moment Satoru asked you if you wanted to go out for the night that was supposed to be just bar-hopping on your behalf while he sat back and watched your alcohol intake sipping on his water, turned into him insisting you go to some club the moment he learned you were tagging Kento along with you, you knew you had made the right choice in doing so. You could vividly still see the wide Cheshire grin that stretched across his lips abnormally wide the moment he saw you in your dress and heels with the straps twirling along your calves up to your knees and Kento trailing behind you dressed to the nines in Dolce & Gabbana with his eyes only for you and only on you, you knew then you were in for a Hell of night.

You sighed inwardly though as you remembered the way Satoru had snickered in your ear about Kento watching your every move and telling you he had plan that could work, knowing good and well the plan would either fail horribly, or work tremendously. You were iffy in following in with whatever he had planned, as he was not someone who had not even ever been in a relationship (sans if you wanted to count the soulmate bond you knew he had with Suguru) and couldn’t talk to women to save his life as he literally had not ever pursued one that much and preferred to complain about how scary they were. Though you supposed that if he knew how to rile Kento up, he knew how to do it well.

In the end, you had little to no drinks for the night, wanting to remain sober on the behalf of not wanting to humiliate yourself in front of Kento, and after the moment he declined dancing with you Satoru had swooped in and came to your aid. He asked you to dance as his sunglasses slid down a fraction allowing you to see those luminous eyes with a knowing glint and wink you were only able to see, and you took his hand and let him take you to dance floor. After that… well, that was the moment Kento had swiveled around on his stool and stomped after you the second Satoru stepped away from you after the small dance and asked you to leave with him.

You knew then that his little plan to make Kento jealous had worked, and you wouldn’t have been in his car with him brewing with extreme sexual tension and want if you hadn’t followed along.

You’d have to thank him if everything worked out.

Kento’s eyes darkened and hardened, the memories of everything coming back to him all at once and you watched his jaw clench before the harsh words were tumbling out of his mouth, “You seemed more than content enough to dance with Gojo.”

You rolled your eyes again, repressing the urge to giggle at his blatant jealousy and walking two fingers along his thigh, “Is that what this is? You're mad that I danced with him after you rejected me? You can’t blame a girl for trying though, which is exactly why I said you need to ‘loosen up’,” you hissed those last two words out, gripping his knee again and batting your eyelashes at him.

He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes revealing more than perhaps he would’ve liked and you nearly felt like shrinking as the seconds passed without him moving a muscle and only gazing at you. There were various emotions swirling within his eyes, like his body and mind couldn’t figure out which one to grasp onto with you near him and there was an internal struggle with both parts of his mind trying to figure out what to do with you. You assumed you could feel flattered and prideful over that, getting the reserved Nanami Kento to swallow harshly at the sight of you and having him get jealous over you.

It made you want him all the more.

It was a few more moments before you let go of his thigh, sitting back up into your seat and keeping your eyes on him, a finality in your words as he let off the gas when the stoplight turned green and resumed on with a left turn. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He glanced at you once more, a sharp, matter-of-fact one as he turned the wheel once more with just his palms and slowed the car down until it came to a complete stop. You discreetly looked around as you eyed a smooth and rippling lake from the patter of raindrops stretched out below the both of you situated on top of a hill, gleaming a shining silver and a deepening onyx in the night and in the presence of rain. Delicate pine trees lined the horizon of what you could see, edging around the lake and fading into the darkness of the night and rainfall the more you looked at them. It was a gorgeous sight, and the moment Kento killed the car engine you heard an owl hoot in the distance, the lonesome sound surprisingly peaceful and adding to the atmosphere.

As you looked on, he only offered you two words. “We’re here.”

The more childish degree of you wanted to pout at his swift dodge of not answering your question, though ended up humming in acknowledge and bringing up his choice in taking you both, “A secret little lake? Wasn’t expecting this…”

You heard him grunt as you eyed the water, fixated on the way it rippled with each hit from a drop of rain before he quietly responded with an air of distraction about him. “I would come here sometimes after long shifts at the office, it’s a nice place to clear your mind up from everything. And I’d like to think no one knows it’s out here.”

You sat quietly for a few moments, eyeing the dark forest surrounding you both and wondering what brought it about for him to take you there. Deciding to lighten the mood, you teased him a fraction, wanting to bring him out of whatever dampening mood he seemed to be in, “Did you bring me out here to kill me and dump my body in the water?”

Kento snorted, “Hardly.”

You hummed again to his gruff admission, taking notice that he had turned the car off but he had made no moves to get out of the car. Though you briefly became startled whenever he suddenly undid his seatbelt before sitting himself further into his seat, your eyes sliding over to him as you realized he had already been staring over at you. You subtly fiddled with the hem of your dress, sensing the electricity in-between you two after the stunt you had pulled.

Not that you were complaining.

You stretched in your spot and sighed, feeling your back pop along with your neck as eyed him once more, “So what’d you bring me out here for?”

He was quiet, and his gaze nearly frightened you (but you never did scare easy), before he swallowed again, “To talk.”

“’Talk’?” you repeated back, a hum leaving your chest as another smirk played along your lips, “You know you could’ve talked me at the club too, right?” you turned slightly to your side to face him better, making a show to rub your thighs together and relishing the way he watched the movement.

“Too distracting, and too many people there.”

You swung your right leg up, giving him a peek of your panties as you propped your leg up atop his thigh, the heel of your stiletto digging into his pants a bit, yet not enough to harm him. He was quick to curl his fingers around your ankle, his thumb rubbing the bone to make sure you kept your foot placed there. “Really? Could’ve sworn you were more than intent enough with the way you had been staring at me all night, but maybe it’s not me who was so distracting…” You shot him a knowing look, realizing you had hit the nail on the head whenever his brow wrinkled, and his mouth thinned. Sighing, you continued on, thinking he wasn’t about to reply to that, “Don’t be like that, Kento. You know you can’t be jealous over Satoru for taking my attention from you..."

“For once, you’re wrong,” he said, voice taking in that commanding tone that made you snap your mouth shut the moment you heard the first syllable leave his mouth. “More-so annoyed with myself over declining you like that,” he continued, two fingers tickling along your calf all the way up to the bend of your knee, “There’s no reason for me to be jealous,” he curled his hand underneath your knee, lifting your leg up and leaning his body over so that his mouth closed in on your ankle, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke more, “Why would I be jealous when I know you’re already mine?”

The moment he pressed a kiss to your ankle your skin erupted into goosebumps, nearly losing your composure to keep up your attitude for his bold-bold claim that tickled your insides and made your cheeks warm. “I’m yours? That’s a bold claim…”

“Please,” Kento started with a sharp look up towards your face, keeping his gaze locked with your as he pressed another kiss to your calf, “You’re hopeless if you think I haven’t noticed.” His hand moved to curl around your calf once more, another kiss placed to your shin that time as hum vibrated out of his throat, “And you’re completely obliviousness if you haven’t noticed my own feelings at this point.”

Necessarily, you hadn’t been too oblivious in thinking so yet thinking back to everything you realized perhaps isn’t all about lust and more emotional than you realized. “Oh.” Had been your quiet response, a whisper that made him hum into your skin again.

“You have chills… I wonder why.”

He knew damn well why, and he released your leg to let your bring back into your space, eagerly as well anxiously awaiting your response for him. You swallowed down the thick tension, eyelashes ghosting over your eyes in your cute blinks as you regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So, what do you wanna do about that now, Kento?” Your tone was sly and mischievous, yet shaky in want.

Kento was giving you his own version of the Stanley Kubrick Stare with less murderous intent and more seduction pooling into his eyes, and longer you both stared at one and another the antsier you got in you want to know exactly what he was thinking. Fortunately, he finally spoke back up, curing you of the itching want to know what was on his mind and the tingling along your inner thighs.

“Do you want this truly?”

It was soft, vulnerability laced within his voice as he asked you for permission first before doing anything else. It warmed you, but he should have known what your answer would always be for him.

“Yes.”

Kento languidly blinked at you, eyes falling on the way your coat was still covering your body somewhat until they made towards the way you had your thighs pressed together and your hands then placed neatly into your lap. He lingered on your legs until he rolled his gaze back upwards to your face, leaving behind the specter of lava in his trail and mimicked you by marginally raising his eyebrow in question to yours. It made you bite the inside of your cheek, almost feeling like shrinking under such an intense stare from him as the atmosphere in-between you two boiled to a blistering degree as the small space in separation only seemed to close in on you both.

You briefly grew aware you still had your coat and seatbelt on, wanting to take both off to help with the growing heat until he broke the silence again and froze you from making any movements.

“Come here.”

He spoke with refined poised, yet an underlining of uncontrolled gruff that churned a sharp, familiarity in your lower abdomen as you let his words sink into you to understand where he was going with it. It seemed his little display of annoyance from before was more of his display of biting back for control in your teasing and making slip over the edge. Nevertheless, your lips twitched as you realized where he was trying to go with it.

Truth be told, you’d secretly been hoping he’d pull a stunt like that.

Your anxiety about the earlier worry of what possibly caused him to seek you out like that was out of the window, the window still spattered with rain highlighted into the shadowed car by the neon lights of the car console so perfectly underlining his features and making him all the more handsome that you couldn’t resist. You didn’t necessarily care for the bigger topic at hand at that moment, and neither did he – which may have not been the smartest decision, yet the scorching friction between you two was increasing beyond belief and you both desperately needed to settle it.

And for that, you chose your next words carefully to see if Kento was biting at what you thought he was.

“Play some music for me.”

He held your gaze as his arm lifted, his hand coming up next as he deliberately pointed a finger out to mess with the radio until he got it to a low volume loud enough for you both to hear and to feel the vibrations from the bass rumble throughout the car and into the seats for your bodies to feel. You watched him keenly the entire time, trailing your gaze from his finger still sitting atop his radio, over the skin of his exposed forearm and the sleeve of his blue turtleneck, over the bulge of his bicep and up to his face still impassive in its expression, yet his bright and dilated the longer he glowered at you. You felt your lips twitch upwards for a smirk, heart pounding and gut curling despite the excitement you felt for what you were about to do.

All the teasing glances, soft touches, hushed whispers and hot stare downs were finally all coming down to the head of the sexual tension that spilled over like magma breaking free from a volcano. The lava was free to ruin, your body and mind succumbing underneath its scorching weight as you sent him a candied smile and obliged him.

“How can I say no now?” You shrugged your coat off, letting your bare arms and shoulders come into view – to which he ate up at the sight of more exposed skin – before you leant over to undo your heels and stopped just as quickly as your slid a finger under the winding straps below your knee.

“Keep them on… The dress too.”

Kento spoke authoritatively, leaving you no room to even consider to take either of the articles off as you sat back up straight in your seat and looked over to him with a slow blink. “Okay,” you eventually answered, finally doing in and unbuckling your seatbelt as it was the final thing separating you both. And once that bind was free, you knew there was no going back.

At that, Kento leant back up, arms outstretching for you and eyes heavily lidded, “Come here then.”

With an intake of a long inhale and your heart pounding inside of your skull akin to thunder rolling, you made you way over to him, warmth spreading throughout your body the moment he slipped both hands under your arms and around your back, sliding them down to glide over your ass for a second before gripped you on the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return and leaned into him, nearly sighing aloud as the warmth of his body had your own body propelling into another round of arousing sensation, the smell of his cologne (Armani you were sure; more specifically Armani Eau de Cèdre that you had caught a whiff of on some of the more prestigious of men. The woody tones with the spicy nuances mixed in with a mouthwatering tea note were so very familiar to you and you personally enjoyed the smell. It was sophisticated and elegant, something that matched him just perfectly you thought) intoxicating you and spiraling you into a descent of nirvana.

Before you were more than warm and relaxed just sitting beside him, completely content with his presence alone yet getting him so close to and holding you was another thing altogether.

Kento handled you like he handled that fine, China vase filled with lilies at his apartment on his dining table; delicate in the way he let his calloused hands find way on your body and lifted you like you were something completely precious to him that he didn’t want broken. Despite the awkward angle as well, he picked you up from your seat effortlessly and you pulled your legs up to bend them to not knock them or your pretty heels along his stick shift or knock over the ashtray in his cup holder. He maneuvered you over with ease into his seat, finding yourself hovering over his lap for a moment as he removed one hand to fiddle with the seat so that he could recline it back to let you to be comfortable. A second later you felt the seat move, his body leaning as far back as he could while holding onto you still before his hands returned to rubbing along your bare back, soothing to let you know he was done, and you could move whenever.

You were more than ready too if the slightly damp panties were anything to go by and the heat within your lower abdomen.

And with that you plopped down onto him, the misjudgment of where you were hovering over him and how he was holding you slightly off as you landed atop his thigh with your own straddling it and tightening up around whenever his muscles flexed and pressed up against your clothed cunt. However, it was fine for the time being, you wanted to egg him on further, and by the looks of it he wanted you to as well.

You sat back away from him as you slid your hands to lay atop his shoulders, meeting his intense gaze and relaxing your body and mind and letting it move to the low hum of the music playing in his car. You began in slow erotic rolls, satisfaction building within when you watched his nostrils flare.

His hands slid down to grasp onto your hips in a firm hold, his reclined form with you beginning to swing your hips across his thigh feeling all the more inviting as you watched his eyes follow the movements of your hips with indifference marring his expression. He was playing nonchalant, like he didn’t get jealous at the club, drag you out to a secluded location and all but ask you do to what you were doing.

You sighed tapping your fingers onto his shoulders to catch his attention, only speaking once his gaze flitted back up to yours, “If I had known this was what you wanted, I would’ve let you take me a lot sooner… But,” your slid an index finger diagonally before plucking the button of his overcoat free, exposing chest and abdomen and gently scratching along until your nail was tapping onto the bone protruding from his collarbone through his shirt, “I liked seeing you get a little jealous and drag me out yourself…” you titled your head and pressed your breasts closer to him, mouth quirking up at side when he only continued to watch and listen, “Maybe I should’ve done that a lot sooner if it would’ve ended up like this.”

A huff left him, “Is that why you were flirting with him? To just make me jealous in the end and get what you want?”

“And if I said yes?”

“I wouldn’t believe you. You flirt, but you flirt to tease,” his free hand fell to his pocket, retrieving his carton of cigarettes as he laid onto the center console for a brief moment. “You tease me and then you run off for the chase.”

Damn, he could read you like an open book.

You lifted your hands from his shoulders to dig them into the seat’s headrest just behind him, your hips rotating slightly faster as you watched his nostrils flare from the action, “Attentive, aren’t you?” you drummed your fingers onto the cushion, tilting your head at him more as you lowered yourself further down onto his thigh, “You don’t like chases?” Your voice breached off at the end, higher pitched as an all-telling dampness settled within your panties and a coil grew inside of your abdomen.

He had another cigarette between his index and middle fingers, beginning to fish out his lighter as he continued the banter with you, “It’s my job to chase really. I chase… then I capture…” he let the double meaning echo out into the car, an eyebrow cocking back up at you for your little, ‘Hmph’ as he finally found his lighter deep within his pocket.

You weren’t done, however. “Smoking again, Kento? You’ll contract a lung disease at his point, and doing it while I’m in your lap too?”

He had placed it in-between lips by then, not lighting it in that moment as he spoke around the stick and let it bob from the movement, “You told me you didn’t mind smoke, and right now I’m about due one and I’ll try not to blow it in your face.” You can blow whatever you want in my face.

You leant forward into his face, freezing him in his actions as your mouth came to rest against the tip of his cigarette, “I wanna taste,” you murmured with your lips slightly closing in around the cigarette.

“Thought you didn’t smoke,” he slowly and roughly mumbled back, eyes on your lips once more.

You hummed leaning back away from him and slightly arching your back, “I said I don’t really smoke, but sometimes maybe I want to.” Your hips were slowing back down to grinding against thigh, the low vibration of the music rumbling the car and the brewing sexual tension encouraging you to slow down and work at him in a build-up.

Though from the feeling of the hardening cock below you, you didn’t have to do too much.

He lowered his eyelashes, a dark brow arching as he laid eyes on what was exposed of your chest, “You really want to smoke?”

“Only if it’s yours.”

He didn’t answer you after that, continuing to study you for a moment and you took that initiative to lift up a hand to snag the cigarette from between his lips. You didn’t get very far though, his head tipping further back out of your reach with a grunt leaving him as he did so, and you nearly went to say something but his plucking the cigarette out for himself and then –

He pressed the stick against your lips, maneuvering it around to pry your mouth apart until he sat it between your lips with his fingers trailing down off of your bottom lip once knowing it was securely there. Your heart was pounding then, intensely watching as he rose his lighter up to the end of the cigarette and flicked it for a small flame that lit up both your faces in the low lighting for him to light your (his) cigarette for you.

He held it there for a few moments until he knew it was properly lit before releasing his thumb and pocketing it away along with the carton, both hand returning to your hips as he waited for you to take a full drag. You did so, keeping the heavy eye contact you two had been making the entire time you had been together as you felt the tobacco burn the back of your throat from the long inhale you took. He watched the end of it burn for a few seconds, before his hand was rising back up and his long fingers were brushing across your lips again until he was grasping it free of your lips and raising it back to let his own close around it for a long, meaningful inhale.

You pushed out the smoke with a heavy exhale from your mouth, the smog of wisping against his face while you felt his legs underneath shift out further and a, ‘Mmm’ leaving him whenever your rocking picked back up. Your throat felt dry as you felt his thigh tense and flex underneath you – and perhaps from the cigarette since you really didn't like to smoke – and your mind clouded with pure lust spurred you on to keep finding ways to prod at each him.

However, Kento beat you to it that time.

“You look good like this. Gorgeous,” he rumbled out, hands sliding along the length of your body before gently skimming across your breasts. The action brought a full-body shiver from you, something he took note of as he smirked slightly around his cigarette, “You like this, don’t you? Playing with me until I get you how I want you?”

You sighed and rocked your hips faster at his words, the friction pure ecstasy that had you rolling your eyes back underneath your eyelids, the thin, wet lining of your panties practically useless as your clit so easily rubbed against his clothed thigh. “Mhm, I do.”

“I know you do,” his hands moved back to rub along your sides, thumbs pressing into your ribcage and voice soft like the drizzle of the rain pattering against the window, “You like this much better than grinding your ass against someone else, don’t you?”

His voice took a hard edge at the end, fingers digging into your flesh through your dress as he guided you to rock faster, the first little moan pulling free from your mouth whenever that tickle spread up from your clit throughout the rest of your body and you glided easier against his thigh from how wet your pussy and panties had gotten. That warm ball was growing within your belly, your cunt pulsing in tune with each way you leisurely grinded up onto his thigh whenever he flexed it for you, and when you quickly rolled back down whenever he bounced it for you. The heat in the car grew tenfold, your combined heavy breathing beginning to fog up the windows as you quickly tried to fight back a response to his question.

“Mm, maybe… Though it sounds to like you were a little jealous, huh? Jealous I grinded on him before I grinded on you –”

A squeak left your lips whenever one hand left your side and landed on your ass in a hard smack, the action causing you to roll your hips particularly hard and a low moan to tumble free from your lips at the pleasure it brought you. The stinging on your ass transferred over to the pulsing in your cunt, Kento’s hand leaving the harsh grip he had on your ass to take the opportunity of your open mouth to stick his thumb in there. You took that chance to close your mouth around his thumb, curling your tongue around it and licking it before puckering your lips and sucking on it like you knew he wanted.

He regarded you with a hum, bouncing his thigh up into you and relishing in the muffled whine he felt vibrate from your tongue and the way you wiggled atop him more, and sighed around his cigarette while he watched you nearly crumble above him.

“You can be such a brat sometimes… All talk like I couldn’t feel your pussy throbbing the moment you sat down on me and the little looks you give me,” he pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, forcing you to stick it out a fraction before he hooked it into your left cheek and leant forward into your face, “Even now you’re completely ruining my pants; soaking them through with your pussy. These are expensive too, but I suppose it can't be helped with how pretty you look doing it.” You felt your eyes roll back at his words, your stomach curling harder as you watched him pull his cigarette free and leaned closer into your face.

You moaned unashamedly whenever Kento blew his smoke into your mouth, lips puckered and so close to kissing you that it made you almost whine at the same it made you roll your hips on his thigh harder, your eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy as you greedily sucked in as much as you could from the blow of smoke that can directly from his mouth. He watched you in his own satisfaction, placing the cigarette back onto his lip and gripping your hips to goad you on further.

“Brats like you shouldn’t deserve anything. Especially with how you behaved tonight,” he hissed, fingers gripping your harder onto your hips and breaking his face away from yours to throw his head back onto the headrest, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Like it when I treat you like the brat you are and let you get yourself off on my thigh, yeah?” His hand came down onto your ass again, making you jolt forward and whine from the pleasure that prickled through your body because of it.

Your expression scrunched up at the sinful whisper and the slap, another hot lick of pleasure shooting through your nerves straight into your awaiting clit at the language. Fuck, did it have you drunk off pleasure and another harsh twist finding its way your naval.

He wasn’t about to let you not answer him though, and with his hand helping guide your rolling as he was back to mouthing off to you, “Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were so wet, and his thigh felt so fucking good rubbing against you, but the words were nearly sending you into a frenzy. You let your eyes focus back onto his face that was eagerly looking back with bright eyes (too bright for their shade) at you, his pupils enlarged while he waited for you to tell him the words back that he wanted to hear. Mind hazy and body feeling like you were intoxicated, a hitched moan left your lips when he bounced his leg into to bring your attention back to him while your tongue rolled over the syllables in your mouth to let him hear them, the choice of words falling out of your mouth before you could even think them over.

“Ah – I love being a brat for you, Daddy.”

Something in the back of your mind told you that perhaps it wasn’t wise to say that so soon, and you nearly wanted to curl up back into the passenger seat after you let that little word slip out for him to hear that you didn’t think he’d even particularly like, yet Kento proved you once more that he still continued to surprise you the entire night with his behavior.

He barely kept the groan in his voice as his fingers became bruising on you and forced you ride him faster and hard, his voice all but a growl mere seconds after you said it, “What did you say? Call me that again.”

The warmth inside of you expanded, lust teeming within you to the brim over his eagerness to the name, and you repeated just as fast as you rode his thigh long and hard.

“Mm, Daddy.”

It was butchered, slurred and perhaps not the best articulation, but he seemed pleased by it from the grip he had on you narrowing and letting your grinding increase.

“Good girl,” he praised you in a way that had your cunt clenching around nothing but your clit answering in a harsh pulse. His voice was so… exhilarating, almost as if you could taste the sugar-sweet flavor right on the tip of your tongue and the vibration of it sending a pulse back into your lower body. “You look so pretty right now; my gorgeous girl. How can I ever resist you?”

The words made a strangled noise leave your mouth, your nails falling down to claw into his coat as he pushed your hips harder and faster as a fleeting thought of wondering if he would mind a lap dance passed through your mind. You weren’t given time to think too much of it when he was helping you ride down into your impending orgasm faster by forcing your body to roll more on him and whispering his heavenly voice into your face. When his hand left your hip to slide back to grip your ass to follow after the shivers he caused, his breath began to mingle back into yours with the tease of a kiss and you were ready to beg into his mouth, “Please, I want it.”

A kiss was placed onto the corner of your mouth, “Want what?”

God, his voice; his voice. You were sure you could cum alone with just him whispering in your face like that. You rocked faster and doubled down harder into the grip you had on his thigh between yours, “I wanna cum, please.” It was so hot, everything smelled like him again and you had one track mind split into thinking of cumming on his fucking thigh and just him in general.

Kento’s teeth bit at your lips, a tease in it as he hissed once more into your face, “Say it nicely.”

Your fingers clawed into his coat, ready to slam your mouth onto his, but you held yourself steady and gave him what he wanted to hear since you knew the payoff would come just as nicely.

“Please, Kento, let me cum. Touch me.”

The answering groan was in your favor, his hand leaving you for a moment to take another drag of his cigarette before placing it back into his mouth and tapped your thighs lightly to stop your grinding before squeezing, “Lift up for me.”

You obliged and lifted up a fraction, Kento’s hand diving up into your dress and pulling your panties to the side not a moment later as he sunk his middle finger first into your pussy before letting his ring finger join when he realized there was no friction and unease from your end. His thumb found your puffy clit and began a harsh roll on it, his fingers in your drenched pussy quick and hard as they curled to stretch you and the sounds of your actions invaded the confined space.

“Hold your dress up. Let me see you,” he groaned, rewarding you with a squeeze onto your thigh with his other hand whenever you obliged him with a whimper. You lifted up your dress high enough to let him watch himself finger you, the obscene squelching of your pussy louder over the low music and slight rain from outside as he kept you steady and viciously finger-fucked you. “Look at you; dripping and ready to cum just from me. You’re a delight,” he rasped out, voice teetering on a heavily ledge the longer he watched his fingers disappear within you and the juices from your pussy splashed out and covered his hand and clothing alike, “I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sight than you right now.”

You moaned louder at his talking, nails digging into his clothes for leverage and the knot in your stomach ballooning outwards and heavier than from before as he curled his fingers harder and faster against the furthest point within you that had your thighs quivering from the rapidness of his fingering and his words. The pushing and pulling back and forth was becoming too much for you as your body began to feel way too hot and your muscles began to constrict, causing you to slightly lean your head back and your spine to arch at all the pleasing sensations. His fingers were so fucking big and thick, the callousness of them more enjoyable than you ever would’ve thought as they helped you reach your haven.

The tension he was adding onto your clit combined with his soft praises egging you on had you spiraling into that electrifying want, your hips wiggling in the same tempo to how he fingered you. His fingers were demanding as they were stretching and curling against you and apart on your insides, the slapping wet noise of your pussy making your cheeks warm and your chest beginning to heave when you felt the stretch behind your naval pull too far. “Kento,” you sighed out into the air above you, “I’m – Don’t stop. I’m gonna – cum.”

It was hard to speak as you sputtered out incoherent whine and your brain sloshed around inside of your head from the pleasure you were receiving, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. “Yeah? You’re going to cum on my fingers like this?” his voice dropped another octave as he continued to watch you squirm, roll, and grind onto his fingers, ignoring the fully hardened presence of his cock straining his pants as he was too focused on getting you to your high first. He pushed his fingers up into you in a mouthwatering tilt as he flexed them harder and pressed down harder against your clit in counter time with when you were swaying back down for another grind, a curse leaving his mouth whenever a louder moan escaped you, “So pretty.”

It was right there – right there, right there, right there. You just needed one extra push, one harder touch onto your throbbing clit for you to cum, as you watched the hood of his car above you swarm with colors until you had to shut your eyes from your oncoming release on the cusp. You wanted to hear his voice once more; just another scalding whisper in your ear or a silky praise for your actions, you really didn’t care what it was. The pressure was too much and weighed heavily within, a warning you were close and it was more than an ordinary orgasm.

“Please – oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The answering sigh made your cunt tremble around him, his eagerness to see you do it triumphing as he gravelly replied and sped up a fraction while taking to speaking for that final shot to get to cross the finish line for your climax.

“Show me how pretty you and this pussy are whenever you cum for me.”

The pressure was distributed fast and had you releasing from the hold on your ecstasy to fall forward and grasp at his shoulders, your hips and body jerking harshly as much as you could as you fought through that undeniable force gushing all beyond your body and out of your cunt. Your pussy clenched and unclenched hard around his still moving fingers, but the throbbing leftover from the action was eye rolling as you felt his hands, his watch, his pants and parts of his car get soaked in your juices from the way you squirted and grow saturated from your trembling orgasm. His name was gasped out in the throes of it once before you became a garble of gasping, your brain addled with just jumbled thoughts pertaining to him and how fucking good you felt from doing all of that, while he goaded you through with tender squeezes and sweet words.

The ecstasy in your veins was loud as he continued to fuck you with his fingers in jerked movements to fully diminish it until he could slow to a stop and you could slacken your thighs from the harsh hold you had on his hand. Your breaths finally calmed down as you relaxed the grip you had on his shoulders while leaning back to see his face once your brain wasn’t just pure gush, finally blinking through the fog of vivid bliss as he pulled free his fingers from you.

You had half a mind to be embarrassed that squirted all over his car and him, getting his expensive watch and his suit covered in your pussy juice, but given from the way he laid there with such an enamored expression staring at his fingers coated in your climax, you really had no room to be embarrassed when he seemed to like it. All the more with his next action that had your body erupting back into chills and your cheeks warming as another prick of arousal brewed within you at the display.

Kento stuck those two fingers into his mouth after retrieving his cigarette in his other, a slow stroke as he sucked them and maintained eye contact all the while, his fingers falling out with a ‘pop!’ before he ran his thumb along his bottom lip to swipe for any excess. He rose an eyebrow at you and narrowed his eyes, “You taste good. Next time, you’ll have to let me eat your pussy,” he paused as he put the cigarette back into his mouth, the attitude leaving for a moment as he regarded you, “Are you okay?”

Despite everything, you still felt your body heat up from the play of his words and his actions and you lifted your leg back up to situate it on the other side of his hip to fully straddle him, coming down onto his lap fully as you felt the full brute of his cock press up against your pussy. Kento grunted from the touch, cigarette bobbing in his mouth and hands coming back to smooth circles onto your hips with his thumbs as he awaited your answer. You knew what it was he was asking along with actual concern over you, and you were ready to tell him that you were more than okay but settled for another approach.

“Still okay, but…” you trailed off for the moment as you slid your hands down his shoulders, gliding meaningfully past his pectorals and flexed abdomen as you came atop his belt buckle, tapping it a few times with your nails before brushing gently over his hardened cock in his pants, “You’re hard.”

His expression wrinkled at the touch, a break in that indifferent mask that had you thinking that you could’ve easily made him putty in your hands by just getting him in your hands or your mouth, and his jaw clenched down to leave his teeth indenting into his cigarette. He eyed you carefully, taking in your form for any other emotions before speaking lowly and gravelly, “It’s all because of you too. What are you going to do about it?”

You hummed and pressed your arms together to accentuate your cleavage, rubbing and palming his dick through his pants as it already felt hot and heavy through the cloth and thick from one touch alone. It had your body buzzing with excitement, your pussy already gaping and throbbing at the thought of getting him inside of you once and for all and sealing the deal in-between your two for good. Your sentimental emotions swelled with your lust, batting your eyelashes at him and leaning forward for a sultry whisper.

“Whatever you want, Kento.

Kento’s expression wrinkled again, brow deepening and eyes hardening once over the name as he let go of one hip and pulled his cigarette out of his mouth to blow out the smog once more into the air, a lethargic manner in his actions as he placed his stick back onto his lip and gave you a slow look over before speaking with finality that had your body shivering.

“Take my cock out.”

A shaky breath left you at the command, adrenaline pumping through your blood rushing within your veins as you blinked a few times and answered quietly, “Okay.” You shifted and leaned back as much as you could in the confined space, fingers moving to undo his belt and get his cock before both his hand curled his fingers around your own to stop you with his thumbs rubbing along your knuckles. You looked back to him and paused at the sheer vulnerability showing on his face, a side of Kento you rarely ever saw as it made your want settle for the moment to hear him out.

“Wait – Are you sure you’re okay? You sound nervous. We can do this another time, or I can drop the play… I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, and I want you to be comfortable –”

You interrupted him by leaning forward and placing that long-awaited kiss you had been dying for the moment you knew you had feelings for him onto his lips. It was as chaste as they came, your lips molding around his bottom as you puckered and feeling him kissing you back mere milliseconds later when he realized what you were doing. You broke away from him after only a few moments, a soft smack after your lips separated and a sweet smile gracing your lips when you saw him dreamily blink at you like you were some fantasy he had just awoken from.

You giggled and pulled your hands free, flipping the hold to have your fingers curled over his wrists as you lifted to them to sit back onto your waist and you returned to his belt buckle, settling there for the moment as you spoke. “I like what we’re doing, and I'm comfortable, and…” you leant back forward, pressing another sweet kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Kento slightly shivered underneath you, his swallow being heard from your closeness as you leant back away and let him scrutinize your expression and eyes for any signs that you were lying, and when finding none his eyes warmed back over and he graced you with one of his rare, small smiles at the confession for your want and the kiss. He hummed and lowered his eyelashes, thumbs starting back up that slow roll on your hip bones as the heat in the car simmered around you two.

“So have I.”

You hummed and teased your finger over his zipper, “What do you want me to do?” It was better right then to give your consent as you asked for his that way to get the show rolling faster as you didn’t know how long you’d be able to hold out, nor how long he’d be able to from how ready he felt underneath you.

The flipped switch right back to how it was before, the sentimental emotions being saved for later in a silent agreement between you two from your eyes alone, and he fixed you with a hard look before repeating back that command from earlier before the tension ate you both alive.

“Take my cock out for me.”

You obliged him eagerly, confidence from his compassion and the way you both admitted what you two had been skirting around for so long as you deftly unbuckled his belt in clangs and undid his zipper just as fast. Pulling the front of his pants away allowed you to see the shape of his cock through his briefs (designer too, of course), the front darkened from the presence of his precum as you dipped a finger in the elastic and drug them down far enough to allow his thick cock to bounce free into its fully aroused state. You had been right to assume he was pure girth; a fat cock that was reddened at the tip and ready to get inside of you as you gently curled your fingers around it, squeezing it for a reaction before stroking him a few times to see how he reacted.

Kento hissed through his teeth and gripped your hips harder, bucking upwards from the seat into your hand as you watched the precum ooze out more from his tip and heard the growl he gave in rebuttal. “Don’t tease,” he grunted, using the hold he had on you to slightly lift you upwards, “Let me feel you. I want to be inside of you.”

You sighed at the words as you returned your hand for both of his shoulders, his one hand leaving your hip to grab his cock and slap it against your clit a few times, each soft ‘pat’ of it against you making you squirm from the stimulation and dig your nails into his shoulders in anticipation. “Kento,” you moaned, circling your hips in the air, “Please – I want you.”

“I know, and look at you,” he groaned, giving one harder slap of his tip to your clit and moving to rub along your pussy instead, “You’re still dripping all over me… Just can’t help it, can you?”

You couldn’t see the what he was talking about, but you believed him from how wet your pussy felt again from your earlier orgasm and how aroused you were once more. The car by then was smoldering, the hum of his radio still playing and the rain pattering against his windows and hood as the night went on outside of you two; the world nothing as of then as you two only had room to think of each other for the time being. You moaned and tried to catch him in your cunt, but he was quick to slide away as he waited for your answer.

“I can’t, not when it’s you.”

“Mm, I know, darling, I know. And I wouldn’t want you to either,” he cooed out, making your pussy clench around nothing and your clit tingle with the thought of getting more pleasure. He sighed as he caught himself on your opening again, the heat from you transferring over onto him and making both of your minds hazy with lust for what was to come finally after six months of pining and waiting.

You felt dizzy, but it was mainly from the inflation of emotions warping around your mind and heart, and you moaned again whenever he pressed the tip of himself to breach into for only an inch and his hand left his cock to join the other on your hips again. You waited for him to speak again, savoring the tension and anticipation between you two as it was about to quickly unravel and be replaced with a rushing storm of emotions for the awaited moment that had been brewing for months. And when Kento spoke, he didn’t disappoint.

“Sit on me; nice and slow.”

Eyes nearly rolling back and heart pounding from his command, you listened to him, taking him slow into you as it still did slightly sting no matter how wet and ready you had gotten for him. Perhaps it was because it had been quite a while since you actually had sex and you weren’t getting yourself off with your fingers or with the vibrator you kept hidden under your bed, but you knew what was to be expected since you had taken cocks before and that fear and distress of losing your virginity was long gone. You supposed it was to be expected with him having such a thick cock too.

Inch by inch you slid him into you, biting your cheek and practically holding your breath the entire time as it was a few more moments before the entire brute of him was pushed inside, a gasp falling from your lips as you felt your walls stretch, constrict and throb once you got him where you wanted him. He felt… amazing, and perhaps it might have just been from long you had gotten laid and missing the actual heat of another person – along with the warmth of a cock – but you began to feel your clit and cunt pulse at the mere entrance of him.

“Mm, you’re so thick,” you gasped out against his mouth as he did the same, both your lips continuing to skim across one and another in a fight of the other to give in and go for a kiss. “Feel so full,” you managed as you came back down to sit atop his lap with him completely inside of you.

Kento’s fingers tightened onto you, blunt nails ready to rip through your dress as he hissed at the feeling of your pussy coating him in your heat and wetness, looking up back to your face with his cheeks flushed in a nice blush and his eyebrows arched sensuously along his forehead as he tried to balance the cigarette between his lips still, “Feels good?”

You rolled your hips once, twice and three times before you found a nice rhythm for you both, his cock prodding your insides perfectly and your clit rubbing along his pelvis as you went in smooth motion as you fell deeper into brimming satisfaction and flooding emotions you couldn’t even decipher. “Feels perfect.”

He heavily blinked a few times, guiding your hips the same way he had been doing whenever you had been riding his thigh and you could feel his body relax from its tautness as he watched you ride him while continuing to puff on his smoke. “Yes, that’s it. Such a good girl,” he breathed out, his head falling back to lull on the headrest again as he watched you through lidded eyes, “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”

You moaned at the praise, arching your back and picking up the pace a fraction as your confidence doubled from his words. You nearly felt like you were spinning, your face finding way into his neck as pushed yourself against him to easily rub your clit along his pelvis, wetting his skin in the process from how completely drenched your pussy was. You did smooth roll downs onto his cock, clenching around him to hear him hiss and groan each time he was completely inside of you, and quick roll ups to unclench until you were at his tip and sliding yourself back down to bury himself back inside of you. His cock felt as good as you dreamed it did, each fantasy not even comparing to the actual feeling of him inside of you and the way he throbbed and how hot he felt inside of your soaked cunt with a protruding vein along his cock sliding against your walls so deliciously, you couldn’t help but to start babbling.

“Kento,” you moaned, sliding your hands onto his chest to pinch at his nipples showing through the tight turtleneck as he jerked underneath you and hissed again. You continued on knowing he was listening, angling your head onto his shoulder to look up at him as turned his head fraction to see you better, his cigarette burning mere inches from your lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Thought about you and your cock so much.”

Your little confession earned you a groan, locking eyes with him as he took another drag from his cigarette and let a hand come up to cup your jaw as the other one smoothed over your bare back in a rub holding the stick outwards between two fingers to not burn you. You opened your mouth eagerly waiting for the smoke, Kento’s mouth descending onto you not a moment later as the smoke engulfed your mouth the same time his tongue did. He squeezed your jaw as he blew the smoke into your mouth, a moan you gave muffled by the searing kiss and the taste of his harsh tongue that of tobacco and Whiskey. He broke off from you after a few moments, a string of saliva connecting you two as you stuck your tongue for him to press onto again before he retrieved his cigarette and placed it back into his mouth, hands gliding over your back while you remained riding him.

The haziness of the car had your mind spiraling, a quick glance around letting you see the windows had completely fogged over as your hands fisted into his shirt the more you leisurely rode him. It felt sticky and debauch in all its intentions, but neither of you were willing to care and the moment that you had squirted all over him and his car spoke for the both of you for how messy you two were willing to get. Kento spoke again for your attention, calloused fingers rubbing into your shoulder blades and the dip of your back each time you rolled and rocked atop of him.

“Tell me more,” he encouraged, voice getting raspier as you felt his cock pulse within you.

You sighed into his neck, your noises still mellow for the time being, but knowing that was perhaps going to change with the sliver of mischievous inside of you to indulge him in some of your many fantasies that you had. “Thought about you at night a lot, touching myself to the thought of you and wondering how good your cock would feel stretching me open like this.”

Kento rumbled underneath you, his chest vibrating with the low groan as his hands smoothed their way back to your hips to grab onto, a single word leaving him for you to continue. “More.”

“Thought about getting down on my knees and crawling under the table at meetings to let you fuck my throat – making you stay quiet so we don’t caught until you make me swallow all your cum.” Your voice began to get breathier as you increased to pace of your grinding, your clit tingling from the rubbing along his pelvis and his dick snugly inside of you stretching you full all but asking you to enhance the friction and intensity at which you two were going.

He didn’t speak at that time, the grunt doing the most for him as he planted his feet firmly on the floor and pushed up into you abruptly for the words. His head rested back onto the headrest more, his jaw sharp and clenched as you whined from the rough treatment but felt that familiar spark within your pussy for more. However, you continued, one last little fantasy you had spilling out of your mouth in a sultry whisper to his ear to perhaps get him to snap.

“Want you to bend me over the desks at the schools; fuck me hard and make me yours and you cum so much inside of me there’s no way I don’t get pregnant – I want it all, Kento. Please, I’ll do anything.”

He hissed at your bold words as his fingers turned to bruising, stopping your rolling and roughly grinding out his cigarette in his astray before guiding your hands back to sit atop his shoulders as he glared down at you, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Mmm, fuck me, Kento. Give me more.”

Kento groaned the loudest he had done as he slammed up into you again, a squeak leaving you from the harsh thrust as his cock slammed up into your cervix and prickled your spine, before he hissed through his teeth as he goaded you on. “If that’s what you want… Bounce on my cock then and let me see you.”

You panted at the command, brain turning to mush and your need and want for him fueling your body and mind as you wanted to do nothing more than please him. You lifted up away from him and shifted onto your knees again, digging your nails harder into his coat and pushing yourself down experimentally in a swift pace before you resorted to bouncing, his cock breaching further and further inside of you as the slaps of your thighs against his filled up the car and the obscene sound of your pussy squelching with each hit made your cheeks warm. He watched you intently the entire time, fingers still using your hips as leverage to help you bounce up and down harder and faster as his eyes alternated from watching your face, your tits, and his swollen cock sliding in and out of you.

It was so hot, all of your senses completely overtaken by everything that pertained to him as a series of pants, whine, gasps, and moans left you as your pussy greedily swallowed his cock and you bounced on him to his and your own liking to appease you both. You arched your back as your eyelashes fluttered, your stomach tickling with phantom butterflies the longer you took his cock as your second climax was on the brink, leaning your head back with a soft moan fully aware of how hard he was watching your every move.

“Look at you,” he started, a venomous edge to his tone the more you bounced yourself on and off of his cock, “Taking me so easily and pretty – You could’ve been bouncing on my cock sooner, but you wanted to play games, didn’t you?” One hand left your hip, sneaking forward the rub along your clit as you squirmed atop him and felt that coil burn harder. “Wanted me to chase you until you made me give in and now look, you can barely hold yourself up.”

It was true, your thighs were beginning to quiver with the warning of your climax and you resorted to placing your hands behind you atop his knees to steady yourself, finding it easier to bounce that way as Kento’s hand slid along your front to grasp your tit through your dress, kneading one as it made you fall deeper into your paradise in the disguise of your orgasm. “I can – take it,” you huffed out in tune to your bouncing, your face burning at how hard he felt and his filthy talk.  

“Oh? You’ll let me cum inside of you like you want and take it all?”

“Mm, yes,” you moaned louder that time, your back arching harder and your nails beginning to claw into the fabric of his pants as the coil in your abdomen began to unravel at an alarming rate and your clit throbbed underneath his thumb.

“Tell me,” he hissed out again, the glazed look in your eyes warning him you were mere moments away from cumming on his cock, “Let me know how you’ll take my cum.”

Your eyes rolled along with your head, looking back down to him and meeting his eyes as you spilled out that fantasy again in your final moments before climaxing. “I’ll take it all – make you a daddy from how good I take it and keep it inside of me and let you put as much as you want inside of me.”

The answering groan had you bouncing faster, your arms beginning to shake from all the pleasure and your thighs shaking for what you knew what going to be another soul-reaching orgasm. Kento’s fingers dug into your tit through your dress, his thumb speeding up in a punishing pace atop your aching clit as you whined and felt your muscles begin to tense up and your pussy to tighten up around him harder for the impending climax.

“You want me to fill your pussy with cum? Cover your insides in white so that there’s nothing but my cum inside of you?" he all but growled, hips lifting off the seat once more to meet you for each bounce to push you further into cumming. “Want me to stuff you full to the point you can’t hold any more? Pump you full and get you pregnant?”

It was too much, your brain was nothing but complete liquid and the fire behind your naval burned bright one last time before utterly diminishing into a flood of rushing water as keened for him a final time in the throes of your pleasure in a form of babble to give him what he wanted.

“Oh, fuck yes! I want it, Kento. Let me take it!

Your second climax had you rolling your eyes back, back arching dangerously and head falling back into your shoulders blades as a near gospely cry of his name echoed throughout the car from your panting mouth. You could feel yourself shaking like you were cold, your legs and body collapsing atop his chest as they longer could hold you up as your body turned to liquid gold while he continued to fuck you through it. Your world spun in a different array of dyes and euphoria taking ahold of you making you nearly numb, but the only thing keeping you grounded being him. You felt your pussy gush around him, the feeling like nothing you could’ve ever imagined as you pulsed around his cock in a fit of trying to keep yourself steady, yet having little to no success whenever every nerve in your body felt like it was electrified and buzzing along the inside of you. Your thighs were still shaking as you came down through it all, duly noting he was still going to achieve his own as he had resorted to quick, hard bursts of his cock into you that made your hips bounce off of his own from how hard and fast he was going.

You gave a pitiful moan from his cock practically drilling up into your guts, him fucking you so hard like he wanted your head completely empty and only filled with the thought of him, and listened to the curses leaving him about how you had cummed so hard around him and how pretty you looked doing it. Your clit twisted at the praise; his hands hard on your hips as he angled his head down far enough to catch your mouth.

“Kiss me,” Kento begged, “Kiss me one more time before I –”

You didn’t give it another thought, smacking onto his mouth for a fierce kiss with the undertones of hidden message within from the way you both fit each other’s lips so perfectly. You took all of what he had to offer in the kiss, giving what you could in return as you swiped your tongue across his own and moaned into his mouth –

The groan that vibrated your mouth startled you, but the feeling of his cum spurting inside of you and making you feel warm and full completely drove away any other feelings. You eagerly accepted it all, Kento continuing to keep his mouth connected with yours as he came inside of you so hard and so long that you worried that you might’ve not been able to actually take it all from the moment you started to feel full of it all. His thrusts had become slobby and uncoordinated, stabbing you all but with his cock in short, fast jabs upwards before he stopped completely, chest heaving with pants and sweat lining both of your brows as you laid there in the aftermath of sex. He broke free from the kiss seconds after that, head lulling back and blush scattered across his face as his hands moved to rub your back again.

Content to lay there for a minute or two in catch your bearings, you both sat in silence with one and another, the unspoken words about in the sticky air of what was to happen, but the neither of you speaking on them for the time being since you two had already confessed to the mutual desire that was there that wasn’t only just sexual want. The endorphins that had submerged your brain were somewhat harrowing, but you knew if you had Kento there with you it wouldn’t matter since he could easily guide you through if you asked for help. You hummed and snuggled closer into his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was still calming down and noting the completely fogged up window.

You felt Kento legs stretch underneath you, a soft grunt leaving him when his knees from the prolonged sitting and you distinctly felt his cock softening within you, yet not he nor you made any moves to remove yourselves from each other – too enamored with being so close to each other. He sighed a second later and his soothing murmur reached your ears, “Still okay?”

Pressing your nose into his chest to breathe in his scent, you hummed again, feeling drowsy and mumbling back to him. “Always.”

“Are you about to fall asleep?”

“Maybe.”

“We can’t sleep here, we can go back to my apartment. Though… I’m sure they’ll wonder where we are.”

“Like they don’t know.”

He started to knead your shoulders, the action making you all the more ready to start drooling all over his expensive shirts (not like you hadn’t ruined other parts) as you tried to keep yourself above the weighted water of sleep to hear what he had to say. “It seems like his little elaborate plan worked in the end… Not like I wasn’t going to finally pursue you tonight anyway.”

"Pursue me... You make it sound so old-fashioned," you snickered at his tone, lifting your head up a fraction to place a peck onto his mouth, “I think jealousy looks good on you, and we both got what we had wanted for a long time.” You slid your hand up his chest to cup his cheek, dopily smiling at him and the apparent adoration present in his eyes as he looked down at you.

Kento regarded you for a long moment, eyes searching your expression again for anything that may have turned him before he found nothing and leant into your touch. His eyes lidded as he continued to take in you still lying before him like you were, almost like he couldn’t believe you were really in front of him while you watched his expression soften drastically. “You know what this means? I’m in this for the long-run,” he murmured, curling his fingers around your own to pull them off his cheek to kiss your knuckles.

A sigh left you as a tremendous heat busted outwards from your heart, your feelings being recuperated making you grin like an idiot, “Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His lips twitched with another small smile, leaning back to press another of the many kisses you two would share before he sat back and basked in the all the emotions and post-coital bliss. It was quiet for a moments as you closed your eyes and nearly nodded off if it weren’t for him speaking up again with a twinge of concern in his voice.

“Please don’t ever try and make me jealous again. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

“No worries, but you have to fuck me like you’re jealous every so often.”

“Deal.”

[sacaydia]

Belphegor who will…

C/W: GN!Reader, Sleep grinding, Wet dreams, Riding, Handjobs, Dildos, Lube

A/N: welp this took longer than expected

Belphegor who will… grind against you in his sleep. Belphie gets wet dreams about you so why not fix a quick boner while you are both sleeping? Belphie is semi-aware of what he’s doing in his sleep, so if you do wake up, which is not likely due to the magic he’s using on you, he’ll be innocent due to being asleep during it!

Belphegor who will… get wet dreams of you all the time. Belphie manipulates his dreams a bit to be about you. His dreams always start about innocent, like you guys at the beach, but then he realizes that dream you is wearing a swimsuit, they get less innocent then. Belphie can’t help it if he starts dreaming about you riding him at that dream beach, you were showing so much skin in that swimsuit!

Belphegor who will… make you do most of the work. Belphie is lazy, no doubt about it, so you’ll be the one doing everything, from riding him to giving him handjobs. And he’s definitely bossy about it, telling you to go faster as you ride him with all your might while he sits on his ass. Belph won’t even move to go get the condoms or lube, you’ll have to lean over and get them. Belphegor is basically nothing more than a dildo, but dildos aren’t as cute as him!

[angelspearlheart]

[preeningpisces]

JJK Men vs. Tinder

What the men are like on Tinder! Non-Curse AU

AN: I discussed these with my sister & it’s such a fun topic. If you have any thoughts/headcanons, pls share them!

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Kenjaku, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

Below the cut, toxic behavior, implied f!reader, enjoy!

Choso

❥ Photos: not the best at taking photos. They’re awkward, but in an endearing way. A classic above view selfie where he tries to look neutral/cool, but it ends up looking kind of pouty and oh-so babygirl. A photo with itadori with a forced smile, and one that itadori took of him while they were at an arcade & he won a plushie from a claw machine

❥ Bio: itadori did some major editing because Choso wrote like a whole paragraph that no one wants to read

Hi! New to the dating scene. If you like video games, anime or sci-fi too then should talk🖤

❥ Opener: pretty standard, afraid of coming off like a creep because he's awkward

hi how are you?

❥ Messaging: makes you feel like you’re messaging a bot at first because his responses are pretty fast because he's eager, but also straightforward and bland because he doesn't want to say something wrong. Itadori has to come in & do damage control until Choso can see you're interested. Very much a penpal--might be a week or more before he asks you out. He's the type that wants to have an emotional connection going on a date

❥ How he asks you out: he's nervous but he's direct. Stares the phone down until you reply

I really like you and want to meet you. do you want to go on a date?

❥ First date: he’ll take you somewhere sweet and fun, like an arcade or a carnival. Having activities takes some pressure off, which helps with his nerves a lot. Googled how to act on a date, so he brings flowers - aaaaw. Pays too, even if funds are tight.

❥ If it doesn’t work out: omg having to end things will STRESS HIM THE FUCK OUT. He's going to mull over the decision for a hot minute before he does it. He's apologetic, but makes it clear that he doesn't want to see you anymore

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Geto

❥ Photos: the best at taking photos. They’re pretty normal for the most part, one with him petting a cat, another at a cafe with Gojo and Shoko. But he has a pretentious black & white photo of him reading a book or staring off to the side. He looks so pretty it cancels out the cringe tho

❥ Bio: keeps it simple, he believes it's better not reveal too much. That's what getting to know someone is for, afterall. Definitely has his spotify connected

Looking for real connection, someone that's my bestfriend before anything else. Always looking for new music, any song recs?

❥ Opener: opens with something from your profile to show he actually read it and didn't just swipe because of your looks, and to start with an interesting convo!

Saw you like reading. What’s the best book you’ve read so far this year?

❥ Messaging: engaging conversationalist, but not the type to instant message endlessly. Doesn't take forever to respond tho, and if he's about to become busy he'll warn you. Will ask more questions about you than he will share about himself. Gotta keep up that mysterious art hoe vibe he ikes to give off

❥ How he asks you out: would ask you out pretty quickly, perhaps after talking for 2 days or a day and a half. You’d be instant messaging, and he just says your name as if he’s about to say something serious, & lets it hang there for a moment before following up with:

I’ve really enjoyed talking, we should go on a date

❥ First date: chill but gives you something to talk about. Museum, aquarium, bar with a jazz music night, pottery class, etc. Gentlemanly but in a cool way, if that makes sense? Not quite as strict as Nanami, but you will feel a bit like a princess. Definitely pays! Cuts out the awkwardness by saying he's going to cover things before you even go

❥ If it doesn’t work out: lowkey kind of dismissive! He’s not going to outright ghost you…but he’ll breadcrumb you until you bring it up

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Gojo

❥ Photos: has the most normal photos. Always looks like he’s having fun & hanging with people. One where he took an unwilling selfie with Nanami, another of him standing over a maximum height chart at an amusement park with an exaggerated pout, and a video deadlifting Geto at the gym with passerbys staring judgementally

❥ Bio: uses the stereotypical bios but ironically. You need 3D chess insight to know he’s joking because it kind of suits him LOL

If you like pineapple on pizza, it’s not gonna work 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ looking for my partner in crime. The Pam to my Jim 🥰 short king 👑 let me climb you like a tree mens 14 shoes, if you know what I mean 😈

❥ Opener: Gojo likes a casual and playful approach. If your profile has something funny he'll open with that

heeeeey what’s up?

❥ Messaging: weaponizes girl texting. Playful, cheeky. Instant messanger most of the time, but will randomly disappear for a whole day and come back with a lame explanation like 'sorry, was busy with work'

❥ How he asks you out: he’d ask while you’re joking around, after you roast him. Will text for several days before meeting up

mmhm why don't you come say that to my face? 🤨 this weekend over coffee my treat definitely not a date or anything

❥ First date: surprisingly, he goes for the classic coffee shop, window shopping, or movie type dates. Very lackadaisical when planning--kind of stressful if you're a big planner or have a tight schedule. A lot more chill on the date than he was over text. Will pay for everything, obviously, might even buy something you see and casually mention liking

❥ If it doesn’t work out: straight up ghosts you - sorry buddy. He just doesn't like dealing with that mess, and to him, if you haven't been seeing each other that long he doesn't feel obligated to end things directly

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Kenjaku

❥ Photos: normal, flattering, down to earth. He wants people to swipe so he can mess with them. On other occasions, MIGHT use random people's photos and catfish just because he was feeling goofy. Has been banned SEVERAL times

❥ Bio: Kenjaku is tricky. His profile and approaches change all the time because he's the type that wants to do 'social experiments' on Tinder. I can see him doing the whole 'I made the most toxic profile to see if ppl will still match with me' or making one that comes off SO sketchy it's insane anyone would talk to him. Even worse, will make one looking for a serious relationship only to commit psychological warfare on the poor sap who matched.

❥ Opener: depends on what he wants. Very much a wild card. Some examples:

sends a questionable link - it's a photo of your house from Google Streetview

If being normal, like Geto he comments on something from your profile: you like hiking, have you been to X trail? It has great shade

❥ Messaging: eratic. Either endless chatter, or radio silence. Definitely the most verbose of the bunch--if you've caught his interest or bring up a topic he likes he's texting paragraphs. Will get bored easily if you're a dry texter. Occasionally sends voice memos because it's like a one-sided phone call LOL . Sometimes he asks out quickly, sometimes he doesn't. Sigh.

❥ How he asks you out: I'm a broken record at this point, but it depends on his intent! Sometimes he's charming, sometimes he's insane and wants to creep you out

I have tickets to X, want to join me?

That cafe you went to yesterday looks nice, we should go together sometime

❥ First date: if he's trying to charm you, he'll take you somewhere he knows you like (that he can stand) OR somewhere entertaining like an open mic comedy night. If he's being a menace, he'll take you somewhere really weird like a Quaker meeting (thank you fleabag). Or just stand you up. He'll actually be there, just to watch how you react

❥ If it doesn’t work: will gaslight you into believing YOU'RE the one with the problem and are the reason it isn't working. You might delete the app after suffering this demon

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Nanami

❥ Photos: his company headshot photo, a few work function photos that he’s cropped and are blurry. He’s not smiling in any of them, except for one of him accepting an award at work where he gave the smallest smile for the photo to look agreeable.

❥ Bio: fills it out like a job application. Straight to the point.

Dating with intention. I enjoy reading and cooking. I look forward to speaking with you.

❥ Opener: Nothing crazy - very standard but more formal than typical

Good afternoon, how are you doing?

❥ Messaging: very formal and polite, doesn’t like small talk but will engage in interesting convos. Doesn't reply instantly, but doesn't leave you hanging for hours--he's a busy guy, afterall. Respectful of your time, and expects that in return. Prefers phone calls! Especially while he's making dinner.

❥ How he asks you out: he’s very effecient, he’s not going to be your penpal. He’ll ask you out within the first day of talking if he’s feeling the right vibe. Thinks meeting in person is better for getting to know someone. Will arrange all the plans and make sure it works with both of your schedules comfortably

I would like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in dinner at XX?

❥ First date: classic dinner man! Won’t take you somewhere intimidating, but definitely something nicer. He doesn’t go on dates willy nilly, so he’s going to treat you right. Will be baffled if you offer to pay

❥ If it doesn’t work: Very respectful, of course. He'll let you know quickly as well and won't lead you on. Will thank you for going on a date with him and say it was a pleasure to meet you.

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Sukuna

❥ Photos: a shirtless pic with him flexing, one of those middle-aged man selfies where they look stern but also a bit confused bc they aren't sure they're doing it right LOL. One of his car or a bike. He's gotta look badass but kind of looks lame

❥ Bio: BOSSY. He basically has a DNI list but for swiping. Sees it as you being audacious if you swipe on him and aren't worth his time

If you're clingy, desperate, have kids or a moron don't bother

❥ Opener: will say something about your appearance - whether this is positive or negative entirely depends on why he swiped. Somtimes he'll swipe on ppl he finds ugly just to see if he gets a match. He's an asshole like that

You look sexy as hell in that 3rd picture

Don't get your hopes up. You're fucking ugly, just thought you needed to know

❥ Messaging: very dry texter. Don’t ask multiple questions, only 1 will be answered. Takes long to reply as well. Prefers calls, but doesn't like calls where it's just chatting to chat yknow?

❥ How he asks you out: basically tells you you're going out LOL. Will ask you out pretty quickly, he just doesn't care for texting that much

Come to X on Friday. We're getting food.

❥ First date: He's going to take you to dinner, but is one of those annoying mfers that's like 'if she won't get messy in public she's too full of herself' so it'll be like bbq or wings at a sports bar. 50-50 type of guy. He's not spending $$ on someone he doesn't know

❥If it doesn't work: oh you know he's going to be ruthless. Your ego isn't going to be wounded, it's going to be evaporated

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Toji

❥ Photos: only 2 photos - a shirtless, dirty mirror selfie with flash obscuring most of his face & a gym selfie where he’s flexing

❥ Bio: tinder isn’t important to him, so he isn’t going to put effort into his profile, but if it catches him the occasional hookup he won’t complain. One of those terrifying mfers that straight up puts their number on their profile (I'm always tempted to send them something insane)

Not on here often. shoot me a text if we match (XXX) XXX-XXXX

❥ Opener: he doesn’t usually open, you gotta text him first. What a bitch. If he does open he'll comment on a photo, something that stands out so it isn't odd to comment on it, but still invovles your appearance somehow so it lets you know he's basically checked you out. He knows being too bold will scare most ppl off

I like the hair. suits you

❥ Messaging: nonchalant, and doesn't reply quickly. Dry, but not as dry as Sukuna. Big breadcrumber - engages juuuust enough to keep you around

❥ How he asks you out: Toji’s intention is usually hookups, so he’s pretty straightforward & will ask if you want to meet that night. Too old for ‘you up’ or ‘wyd’

I’m at X. Want to join for drinks?

❥ First date: usually a bar. Then his or your place. Very low effort. Whether he pays or not depends on you, to be honest. If he gets the vibe you don't care, he won't offer. If he gets the vibe you will care, he'll pay. Very good at reading people

❥ If it doesn’t work out: ghosts, but keeps your number if he wants to hit you up again. You’ll probably get a text 3 months later LOL

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[the-moon-devi]

🎀𝓕𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 🎀

𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔. 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 & 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎. 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍.

𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓, 𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔, 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚.

𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 ����𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔. 𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚. 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒌 "𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊" 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔! 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒔? 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚!

𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 , 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓.

𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓. 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂 "𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒖" 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉. 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐.

𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑨𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔. 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐��𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 (𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐨 ↪ 𝐒𝐮𝐧

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐨

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 ↪ 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ↪ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↪ 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔/𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓! 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔, 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊 (𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔) 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒖 (𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊) 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 "𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊". 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔. 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚?) 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉. 𝑾𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒊 (𝑳𝒆𝒐) 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔. 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏,𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚. 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, "𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒄". 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔, 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒔. 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 ⤴, 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆, 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒓𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒂 (𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔) 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒔. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 "𝑨𝒑𝒂" 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒑𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒌, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒖 (𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓/𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊/𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓) & 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒂 (𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔/𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 (𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔), 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒓), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 (𝒋𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓) 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆. 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓/𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏, (& 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂) 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏!

(This is a view into my brain, when I feel the need to go in-depth about things!)

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱?

𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓮'𝓛𝓾𝔁𝔁𝓮

©𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵

[manjibunny]

「 ✦ EMO BOYZ COLLAB ✦ 」

"He might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches"

Ever looked at a brooding, mean looking man and thought to yourself “That dick has to be phenomenal”? Did you ever wanna write for an emo boy but never had the chance to do so? Don’t look any further, this is your sign to write that juicy fic featuring your favorite emo character and join my emo boyz collab!

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✦ RULES ✦ 」

✘ You can only enter if you are 18+

✘ You don't have to be a follower to join

✘ This is a character x reader/oc collab

✘ You can write for multiple characters (for example character x reader x character)

✘ This collab is open to all fandoms. Please just make sure to tell me the character and what animanga they are from when asking to be part this collab ^^

✘ I myself am soooo bad at keeping deadlines in mind, so this collab doesn't have one! Real life can be hard already, you really do not need to worry about submitting a fanfic on a timely manner :3

✘ This collab is open for writers and artists alike! So you can write a fanfic, drabble, or even headcanons (pls make sure it's a minimum of 500 words, but feel free to write as much as you want!), draw your favorite character as an emo, make selfship art, moodboards... The possibilities are endless, just make sure to have fun!

✘ Please use the correct tags to tag potentially triggering content, dark content, smut and fluff

✘ You can write for a character that is canonically emo, headcanon to be emo or even reenvision as an emo

✘ You can either dm me or send me an ask (off anon!) to join. Upon joining and having stated the character you wanna write for, you will be automatically added to the masterlist

✘ Use the tag #Emo-Boyz-Collab and @ me so I can see your contribution to the collab and link it to the masterlist ^^

「 ✦ MASTERLIST ✦ 」

Tokyo Revengers

Kazutora Hanemiya x Reader by @manjibunny

Shion Madarame x Reader by @prncessrindou

Ken Ryuguji (Draken) x Reader x Mitsuya Takashi by @bleach-your-panties

Inui Seishu x Reader by @sin-and-punishment

Jujutsu Kaisen

Choso Kamo x Reader by @kokonoiscoconut

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader by @aikatoru

Choso Kamo x Reader x Suguru Geto by @sunarc

Choso Kamo x Reader by @rinhaler

Suguru Geto x Reader by @sincerelyzee

Bleach

Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader by @nymphoheretic

Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

Izuru Kira x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

Shuuhei Hisagi x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

My Hero Akademia

Sen Kaibara x Reader by @bleach-your-panties

Dabi x Reader by @ghoularaki

Buddy Daddies

Rei Suwa x Reader by @sin-and-punishment

More fandoms to be added

[chaeneuu]

[hot-astrology]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅! 𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒆𝒚𝒆. 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚! 𝑨𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐, 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔…..

~𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒛 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒛 & 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔:

𝑻𝒉𝒆-𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏-𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊 ~(Moon Devi)

𝑴𝒓𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔𝑷𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒐 ~(Prinz Venuz)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬

𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑺𝑶 𝑭𝑨𝑹…..

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚

𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 & 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 & 𝑶𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒃

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒒𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅

𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑱𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒔

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒔: 𝟏

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒏𝒊

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑺𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑿 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑹𝒀

This blog is for 18+ only!

[attractedtopeoples]

Jake Webber NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Tags/Warnings: mdni, smutty/suggestive stuff below the cut, don’t like don’t read, written with afab!reader in mind

Johnnie’s version here, Tara’s version here

A/N: hiya, im going insane should I do a Tara version???

Aftercare (what’re they like afterwards)

King of post-sex sleepy cuddles but will definitely make sure your cleaned up and comfortable before he falls asleep, his head is most definitely on your chest as he sleeps too btw.

Body part (favourite of their partners, favourite of their own)

With a afab Partner, their tits. I’m really not going to explain this one too much bc I think it’s obvious (my guy mentions them every second video) but yh.

And it’s a touch odd but he loves his lower stomach, mainly bc you always trace the stars and now he mainly relates that tattoo with those memories of you.

Cum (all things to do w/ cum)

Opposite of Johnnie, loves to make a mess on you. Your stomach, back, tit’s, face- doesn’t matter, he loves it all. He does love being able to ‘clean up’ your tits though (he gets to leave hickeys and lovebites on his favourite part of you, he loves that shit)

Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Absolutely a sucker for your nails scratching the back of his neck, or down his back. A bit of a masochist in the sense that he likes small twinges of pain. small enough to not hurt badly- but enough to remind him of you whenever he traces them.

Experience (are they experienced? do they know what they’re doing? etc.)

I’d say average amount of experience, but doesn’t ever brag (other than silly jokes abt getting more bitches than Johnnie), however he has assets, and he knows how to use them, and he uses them well.

Favourite Position (Self-explanatory)

Definitely a sucker for you riding him (cowgirl), and loves to watch your tits bounce along with you.

After a bit he’ll lose patience and help you out a touch, pulling you down onto his chest or swapping positions so your legs are around his waist as he’s pinning you down.

Goofy (are they more serious or silly during the moment?)

Again I feel like a mix between both, but more of a lean into silly, and he loves to tease at the same time.

Hair (are they groomed, do they care if you’re groomed, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Doesn’t care if your shaved and doesn’t bother shaving unless you specifically ask him too, he simply doesn’t see the point in shaving- it’s just hair.

again, it’s a touch darker than his natural hair, but o her than that it does match.

Intimacy (are they romantic in the moment?)

He’s definitely the type to mutter love confessions into your neck- either as you cuddle or fuck- it doesn’t matter, he loves being so close to you and being able to be honest with you about his feelings- plus the ability to give you a few hickeys as he does is a bonus.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanons)

Horny bastard, but he’s usually confident/comfortable enough to tell you so it’s rare that he jacks off, but it’s not entirely uncommon

maybe once/twice a week as a most/average

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Face Sitting- loves to have you on his face, it’s quite simple. (He also loves your thighs, so win-win)

Praise- he likes to give and receive this one, but you’ll find it more common to receive this one after a good day, and giving it to him after a bad one

Bondage- rarely but he likes to have his hands tied together behind his back- not being allowed to touch you as a form of punishment- a truly cruel one bc he’s naturally a very touchy person, especially so in these moments.

Switch- he leans more towards dominance but is fine with subbing every now and then.

Location (preference in terms of place)

Does not care. At all. (That’s a lie, there are obviously some no-no’s but you get the point). He does prefer places where you can both be comfortable (mainly you)

Motivation (what turns them on)

You.

He’s such a simp it’s not funny (it is), and he’s so sensitive to touch as well, a truly incredible combo- especially if you feel like being a bit of a tease.

No (turn offs/hard no’s, what they won’t do)

Similar to Johnnie, nothing that he fees could seriously injure you, and definitely nothing where you’d be even slightly uncomfortable. He might try but he doesn’t really understand why. (No matter how much he jokes about Johnnie spanking him)

Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc)

A bit if both honestly, great at giving, and extremely careful not to hurt you when receiving. A very ‘in-the-middle’ guy when it comes to giving and receiving head.

Pace (what pace do they go at during sex)

He tends to do slightly above average speed, but always deeper- and sweet Jesus is he good at knowing what you want. Whether it be wanting more or less he is very observant and is usually able to adjust rather quickly to what you need/ask for.

Quickie (opinions on quickies)

Dislikes them, only because he likes the patience he can have as he kisses you and your body, borderline body worship every time because ‘that’s what you deserve’ (his words)

Again, wouldn’t say no but would simply prefer to wait until you guys could be alone and take your time with each other.

Risk (are they down to experiment? Do they take risks in their sex life?)

I think he is willing to try anything you ask, but otherwise would default to what he knows. And in terms of doing something in public, well he wouldn’t say no.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy has some stamina, I’d say 3-4 rounds before he starts to tire out, but similar to Johnnie he’s very willing to give head if your not done.

Toys (do they own them? do they use them?)

I think he owns them, but hasn’t really used them on himself. If his partner wanted to use them on him- go for it, but he’s never found the need to use them himself. He is also fine with using them on his partner.

Unfair (do they like to tease?)

Definitely. This man might not be exceedingly patient, but in terms of this, he could tease/edge for hours before giving in to what you’re asking.

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make, etc)

I feel like he isn’t overly loud, but not overly quiet either. It entirely depends on the situation and what’s going on. Definitely a groaner but I’m not really gonna describe sounds more than that.

Wild Card (random headcanon)

I loves when you trace his tattoo’s, both in the moment and outside of it, he loves watching your face as you focus on tracing each one.

X-Ray (what’s going on under the clothes)

7 inches, slightly leans to the right, no more explaining.

#E7D8C0 > #F2CFBE

Yearning (how high/low is their sex drive?)

Above Average, about 4+ a week, but if yours is higher or lower he adapts to it easily.

Zzz (how quick they fall asleep after)

He makes sure that your comfortable and all aftercare has been sorted out, but then the second he closes his eyes he’s out like a light.