#anyway don't mind me just. in opinions mood

[theminecraftbee]

you know sometimes one of the things the fandom does that i like the least is joke about how certain ccs are "lorephobic" because it basically always ignores the lore they actually are really and visibly doing. like, sure, they may not be doing the lore YOU'RE looking at, but, one, lore doesn't just mean "big overarching server storyline" it can also mean solo stuff. it can also mean 'builds that have story built into them'. it can also mean 'fun little storyline between like two guys'. it can also mean character continuity. it can mean many things. two, "this guy doesn't do lore" is NOT the same thing as "this guy doesn't do the specific lore i personally like and want to see them doing" and i don't always think you guys know the difference. all of this, of course, is to say: hey guys did you know zedaph can canonically time travel,

[abyssalpriest]

I think whatever I end up doing the lesson is at its core "you need to stop seeing all attempts at saying you experience something as you taking up too much space and being dangerous, and you also need to understand everyone always makes mistakes sometimes (nothing anyone thinks is fully right) and you're not lesser and amateur at channelling because you aren't fully right, and also some third thing he says there is but idk what it is"

[kissforyouu]

forgive me now?

pairing : jungkook x sanrio girl!oc

genre : fluff , slight angst

warnings : arguing , mentions of sexual activities

a/n : FINALLY an update. 😓😓 unedited btw

this is a continuation from my previous text au btw!

you stand awkwardly in your friend's yard, clutching onto your little pink suitcase. your boyfriend said he would pick you up and that there was no need for you to call a cab home. usually, this would've been fine. much much much better than the cab even. but not now. the small argument you had with jungkook last night would definitely make things a little awkward between you guys. it was always like that. silent treatment until one of you gets impatient. that's usually jungkook. and it will be jungkook this time as well.

you kick some rocks on the ground while mina tells you and jihyo about some video games she's been playing. you mindlessly nod, not paying any attention to what she's really saying. you feel bad, but you're just not in the mood right now.

all you could think about was the argument. you were aware from the beginning about how overprotective jungkook actually was. you didn't mind it. not one bit. in addition to that, you always felt an underlying effect from whatever he did. it was arousing to say the least. but anyway. he called you a bitch. much worse, noh? how could he.

your eyes dart to the direction of the horn of the car you're so familiar with, emitting a soft sigh along the way. jungkook pulls up in his mercedes benz sl 63 amg, rolling down those expensive ass windows to look at you. he gets out of the car and tries to make an effort to carry your luggage but you don't let him, giving him the cold shoulder. jungkook grits his teeth, eyes scanning your figure up and down as you set your luggage in the back of his car then hug your girls goodbye.

once you were done with your goodbyes and back in front of his car, he tries to open the door for you but you ignore him once again, proceeding to open the backseat's door. you never did that. you were always his passenger princess. always.

the thought that he may have actually fucked up clouds your boyfriend's mind. jungkook closes the door with a thud, clearly frustrated. your friends weren't a helping hand either. instead, they were giving him mean glares. they never liked jungkook much. i mean, to a certain extent they did. but it wasn't enough.

the tall man sighs, his upper body fully turned to face you in the backseat. you weren't paying him any attention and instead, face buried in your phone when it should be in between his pecs, giving him the fattest hug ever while saying you missed him. but nah. eh, he really did fuck up.

jungkook glances at your friends a last time, the scowl on their faces never leaving. he scoffs, starting the engine of the car and beginning to drive out of your friends' sight.

jungkook looks at your reflection through the mirror, while doing that thing again. poking his cheek with his tongue. hot. you try your best not to look.

"you're so dramatic. talk to me."

suddenly, you break out of your stoic expression, jaw opening a little as you stared at your boyfriend in disbelief.

"me? jungkook, look at yourself! you said you would track down my phone to find my location if i didn't answer!"

"and you know damn well i would."

"i— well, that isn't the point here! the point is—"

"honey, we're past that, don't you think? just forget it." he grunts, completely discarding my opinion.

"no. calling me a bitch was too far. you don't get to disrespect me like that. who do you think you are?"

jungkook pauses for a few seconds, taking his time to think of what to reply with. he got silenced, for sure. then he sighs again, opening his mouth to speak again. no. ugh, fuck. you hate when he's like this. why is he acting like he's...tolerating you?

"get on the front." jungkook clicks his tongue, patting the empty passenger seat.

you so clearly refuse, stomping your heal on the carpet of the car as a sign of rejection. jungkook doesn't have any of that, immediately parking the car on the edge of the road. he gets out of his car and walks to the other side of the car, now in front of you. jungkook opens your door and pats his thigh—another signal for you to get on the front. you refuse again though, looking somewhere else.

"brat." he mumbles under his breathe. your boyfriend grabs your arm and pulls your body upwards. you wince a little, finding his touch a little too harsh.

"wait, shit, sorry." his thumb lightly brushes over the spot where he grabbed you gently, then sweetly giving it a few kisses after.

"get on the front seat, baby." his tone was sweet this time, like honey. he was speaking to you as if you were a flower who could get destroyed even from the slightest breeze.

and you just couldn't refuse. you listen to him this time instead of being whatever he calls you, a "brat". you sit on the passenger seat, crossing your legs over one another. but you still weren't looking at him. attitude much, huh?

jungkook groans at your behaviour. he loved it though. found it rather hot although sometimes it was a little too hard to deal with.

he suddenly grabs your jaw, his touch gentle but strong, tightly gripping your face but enough to not hurt you. he has your face turned to his side, forcing you to look at him.

"look at me at least."

you stay silent. your eyes drop down to his lap, legs spread and meaty thighs flexing.

"y/n."

one small look at his face, you break down to a whine. you pucker your lips into a pout, squeezing your eyes shut in irritation.

"i'm really sorry, my love. i admit that it was very wrong and inappropriate of me. i won't say that again, hm? i'll do whatever you want. just please talk to me."

"apologising isn't going to work."

"fine. i'll take you anywhere, buy whatever you want. hell, i'd buy you the entire world, you know that?"

your lips tremble and you grunt, "stop thinking that buying me everything would fix every single problem! it won't! why are you so good at finding solutions for every single problem that includes everything BUT yourself?! it's so frustrating, jungkook! yesterday, you could've literally just called me!—"

"you didn't answer! i called you so many fucking times, noh? did you answer once? nah."

"THAT doesn't matter! it was just...like, one day, jungkook!"

"yeah, and? who knows what would've happened? i was thinking of every single possibility. did you get killed or something? had me fucking stressing for nothing." jungkook rolls his eyes, rubbing his temple.

"it was for just one day! calm down!"

"no! didn't even tell me where the fuck you were going. had to drive upto your fucking house to find out."

you pause for a second, taking a deep breath, gritting your teeth, "jungkook. stop swearing at me."

jungkook scoffs, accepting it either way with a nod.

"let's stop arguing. hate fighting with you, y'know? let's go home, y/n. this is stupid."

"you're stupid!" you fight back.

"stop acting like a kid, damn. i said sorry. we're going home."

jungkook doesn't let you continue as he turns around and sits comfortably on his seat again, eyes facing the front.

"your house or my house?"

"your house." your voice came out in a small squeek.

a few minutes pass by, jungkook managed to sneak his hand up your thigh to grope the flesh. you let him. it was one of his silly habits. each time you're in the car with him, jungkook would either hold your hand or grope your thighs. and when you questioned it, he'd say "for emotional support." what emotional support? you always found it funny. but cute though. sometimes, he'd get sneaky and slowly slide his hand downwards, little by little, and end up cupping your pussy. that itself was enough to make you go crazy. he'd start by slowly rubbing your clit through your panties, then sneakily make his way inside :) .

by now, you both had reached his house. jungkook parked his car in his garage and entered his room, who was laying on his comfy ass bed that was big enough for 5 people.

he lays down with you, big arms engulfing your smaller body. you let him, you're past the argument now. jungkook snuggles into your body, cheek smushed against your breast. his body temperature was hot, warming you up instantly.

"we good now?"

"mhm."

"talk more, baby. i want to hear you. what did you do yesterday? ate well?"

your face melts down at your boyfriend's words. cute man. cuuuuteeee. myy man. how could you ever hate him? :< . you spent the rest of the cuddling and jungkook trying to make it upto you. he gave you foot massages, back massages, made you food, watched your favourite show with you (which you've made him rewatch about 10 times already), ate you out good, ran you a bath, another foot massage, online shopped with you which resulted in him buying you goodies worth 500$ and more, head massage, fucked you good, rubbed your body to sleep and so on 😊.

maybe arguing isn't THAT bad after all.

taglist :

@fungie2332 @wintertxt @wheexine @hyunjinswifeee @ohsweetmimosa @canyon-txt @kooreo @rrosiitas @goldenjeonkoo

[lizzieisright]

Tranquility

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: You want to help Abby relax and show her she doesn't have to control everything, sometimes she just can let go.

Tags: dom!reader, fingering, praise, consent checks, Abby doesn't really notice she is subbing, very light and vanilla, Sylvia Plath's quotes.

wc: 3.7k

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport 

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You don't jump into power dynamics right away when you get together: Abby doesn't even think about it too much - she just assumes since between the two of you she is the killing machine, big strong scary Abby Anderson, she'll be in charge like she is everywhere else. And you don't seem to mind, even though you had the sex talk way prior to having actual sex (I can't bottom every time if it's something you want, you said to her, and Abby agreed: she liked topping but she could bottom just fine). 

So the thought of power dynamics doesn't come to Abby at all, until one day. 

You are too good at reading Abby's mood - for some reason you can notice even the small shift in her. It's a superpower that creeps Abby out sometimes, how you can recognise her feelings and act accordingly. You don't make a scene out of it, you don't take care of her like she is a child who can't regulate her emotions, but you're there through it all. You're not scared of her anger or her tears, always calm, and for the first time in years Abby feels like she can rely on someone. Can trust someone fully. 

And today Abby is on edge. She is tired, angry and frustrated - the plan for the next supply run isn't safe in her opinion. Abby likes her plans to be foolproof, "if you think they're smart enough think again and dumb it down" type of fool-proof. Everyone said Abby was being ridiculous about it, and maybe she was, but it doesn't make her feel any better. 

And you obviously notice it. You watch her from the couch as Abby walks around packing, huffing every two seconds in anger. 

"I saw that plan, Abby, it's good. Everything will be fine. Manageable if something goes wrong."

"Jamie is on the team, and this idiot will get us in trouble." Abby growls. "And then someone will have to clean up his mess and someone will get hurt and it will slow us down-"

"Okay. Okay, Abs, stop." You put your book away. "Come here, you need to relax." You pat your lap and Abby stares at you before laughing.

"What, you want me to sit in your lap?" Abby asks sceptically. 

"Yeah." You pat your lap again. Abby is unsure and she feels ridiculous: she is not a lap dog, she is a fucking German shepherd.

"I'm too big to sit in your lap, baby." 

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" You deadpan. "Big girls need to sit on their lover's lap too. Come here."

Abby blinks. She likes that she is big and tall - it makes her feel powerful, but it comes with a cost. She doesn't get to feel small. And you asking her to sit on your lap opens something so desperate in her she gets scared. Abby knows she won't feel small, but she wants to try anyway. Abby tentatively makes her way to you, still unsure how it will work, but you tug her lightly and she straddles you. Abby feels like she is a giant on top of you, and she doesn't really remember where to put her hands. She settles on your shoulders.

"This is awkward." Abby assesses, frowning. 

"It's not. Sit, Abby, I can feel that you're hovering. I'm not going to break, I'm not made of dust." You push at her thighs so she can spread them and finally sit. You seem pretty happy with this, hugging her by her waist and pressing her closer to you. Abby is getting used to this, but it still seems ridiculous to her. She is used to tugging you to sit on her lap, not the other way around. 

"Am I too heavy?"

"I like feeling your weight on me. Makes it feel real." You grin and stroke her back. "Really, relax. I can read to you if you want."

Abby doesn't really know what to do. She has no arguments against you, and your lap is very comfortable. As well as being this close to you, feeling your body, your breathing, your warmth. 

"Yeah, okay. We can do that."

Abby does what you usually do when she reads: she puts her head on your shoulder and lets you snake your arms around her. 

"Good." You comment and hold the book with one hand while you stroke Abby's back with the other one. 

You are warm and your smell is comforting, so Abby puts her nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in.

"Yeah. Breathe. Deep big breaths." You say offhandedly as you look through the pages. It's weird. Abby feels safe and taken care of and it feels good, but it is too unfamiliar to be comfortable with it. 

"Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. Yet not all these can do more than try to lure the soul from its den where it sulks in busy heaps of filth and obstinate clods of bloody pulp. I must find a core of fruitful seeds in me. I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me-" You've read out loud and Abby suddenly resonates with the first line. Would it be too childish of her to say: she wants your care? 

"What is this?"

"Sylvia Plath's diaries."

"She sounds dramatic." Abby murmurs into your neck while you are caressing her back. Fuck it feels so good. She is so safe. 

"Bitch is all over the place sometimes. But she is a poet."

You kiss Abby's head and she leans into your touch, surprising herself. She isn't usually… needy, but right now something is different. The sudden safety of your arms around her, your calm voice and familiar smell makes Abby feel dangerously vulnerable. 

"You feel pretty relaxed." You notice as you now stroking her head, putting all annoying baby hairs behind her ear. 

"Yeah. It's so weird though."

You chuckle.

"In what way?"

"Usually it's you who sits in my lap. But this is good. Just weird."

"I think the word you're looking for is unfamiliar."

"Are you a thesaurus?" 

You laugh and kiss her forehead. Abby nuzzles her nose into your neck and your breath hitches. 

You know Abby doesn't mean to get you horny with her breathing, but you are getting horny. 

"Come here." You tell her and Abby lifts her head just enough for you to kiss her. She is warm and welcoming, doesn't rush anywhere and you are not rushing either, just enjoying the kiss. Abby relaxes into you and it surprises both of you - she isn't a person who gives up control easily. Hell, the whole thing started because Abby couldn't deal with people not doing everything like she told them to. But you feel how she puts more weight on you and you buck your hips into her. 

"Okay yeah. Still weird, but good." Abby pants into your mouth. You dig your fingers into her ass and press her into your crotch. "Oh fuck."

"Wanna make you cum." You say, panting yourself as arousal takes the hold of you. "What do you think?"

Abby looks at you with a lifted brow. 

"You think I'm going to say no?"

"Well." You kiss her jaw. "I don't plan on letting you do anything at all, so, maybe take a moment to think about it."

Abby stares at you as your words settle in. She will what, just lie there and do nothing? It sounds wrong, it sounds like she is going to be out of control, but also…

Also it sounds like the sweetest sin she could commit. 

"If you're not sure, we can stop. Like, fully. Or at any point you want to." You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs as you watch Abby. You know she is apprehensive about this idea, but you want her to relax fully and forget about everything. And you know you can give it to her if she just says yes. 

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that." Abby smiles bashfully and you kiss her, so fucking grateful for how brave she is. 

It's one thing to stare death in her face and win, and the other thing to stare in your lover's face and decide to trust them completely. And any other day Abby would have chosen death, but with you the danger can't get safer than this. 

So Abby lets herself relax into you again and just enjoy your touch. 

"Thanks." 

Abby chuckles, but it turns into a gasp as you move your lips down her neck while your hands are tugging on her shirt. Abby helps you take the shirt and the bra off, and you just caress her sides, looking over her. 

Abby knows you like how she looks, but having your attention like this makes her nervous. Your eyes are so dark with hunger Abby wants to look away but she doesn't, as sudden greed for your love washes over her. You look at her like you want to devour her. 

"Pretty." You sigh as you smile. "You're so pretty, Abs."

"I don't think pretty is the right word."

"Beautiful?"

Abby huffs but can't help her smile.

"Gorgeous?"

"Stop it." Abby says, playfully stern. "You're so sappy, god."

You grin and kiss her again, shutting her up - if you say she is pretty, she is, and whatever Abby thinks of herself is totally irrelevant. Your lips make a trail from her neck to her shoulder and you gently kiss her freckles, listening to Abby's breathing closely: it gets heavier as you move your kisses down, and these small sighs are the greatest encouragement you can get. 

You slowly move one of your hands up and cup Abby's tit, kneading her doughy flesh as she gasps. 

"Feels nice?"

"Yeah." Abby murmurs and runs her hand over your hair. It's still hard to let go so she tries to occupy herself in some way. She gently massages your neck and you kiss her just above her nipple. "Yeah, this is nice."

"Good. Let's take your pants off, I need them out of the way."

Your intonation makes Abby throb in her pants - it sounds so commanding and for once in her life she doesn't want to fight it, no, she wants to obey - it's easy with you. Safe. 

Abby stands from your lap and you help her take her pants and underwear off, making a small pile on the floor. Abby reaches to tug your shirt off, but you gently push her hands away. 

"Relax, baby. Don't worry about anything, okay?" You tug her back into your lap and sigh so happily when you touch her bare skin. "Your job right now is just to be pretty. Can you do that?"

Abby is conflicted: you don't sound patronising, but it should sound patronising, shouldn't it? She stops for a second to understand her reaction and you just watch her. You know Abby needs some time to process what is happening, so you continue caressing her back and her pretty ass that makes you drool while Abby figures out how she feels about your new behaviour. 

"Well I can try." Abby shrugs and you smile. 

"Thanks. I wanna call you princess, you know?" You kiss her neck and leave a hickey on her collarbone. 

"Call me what?" Abby laughs in the middle of her gasp at how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not a bad laugh. It's just embarrassing. "I'm no princess, (y/n)."

"Would you actually mind if I called you that?" You kiss her breastbone and Abby watches you. 

"Don't think so." Abby pants and looks at you impatiently as you finally move your lips to her tits. 

"Princess." You murmur and look into her eyes while her cheeks become bright red. "My pretty princess." You suck on her nipple gently and Abby gasps, squeezing your shoulders. The pet name turns her on - a lot of things turn her on right now even though they're weird and embarrassing.

You play with her other nipple and Abby presses closer to you, so you let your restraints go and use all your strength to move her closer to the point where her back is arched. Abby sighs, surprised - obviously Abby knows you are strong (not as strong as her, but strong nonetheless), but she never actually experienced it. Maybe you can make her feel small. Maybe you can make her feel like no one else could before. 

You slowly move your hands up Abby’s muscular thighs, caressing every line with your fingertips - Abby is too hot for her own good, and the hungry monster that lives inside you claws at your chest, desperate to have its way with Abby and make her forget her fucking name, but you’re patient. You would never push Abby into something she isn’t ready for, especially in sex, but you want to show her an alternative. Show that she can let herself forget her fucking name and it will be safe. Because god knows Abby needs it.

Abby watches your hands in anticipation and you smirk at her when you place your hands on conjunctions of her hips, caressing her hip bones with your thumbs. Abby is soft here, but her V-line makes her look sharp and hard, and it gets to your head. 

“I fucking love how strong you are, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Abby chuckles, but she is impatient, so she grabs your hand and moves it down to her pussy. 

“Hey, don’t spoil the fun.” You scold her playfully and bring your hand back. “I’m not going to keep you waiting, princess. Relax.”

Abby feels how her face burns when you call her princess again, but it gets her wet, so impossibly wet there's probably a dark spot on your pants under her. Abby grinds her hips down, searching for some friction, and you push your hips up to let her have it. Abby shudders as her clit grinds down on your pelvis and her hands clutch your shoulders almost painfully as she tries to set a pace of her hips. 

"This is so hot, Abs. Fuck." You tell her as you watch her get off just grinding on you. You grab her ass and help her grind harder and Abby whimpers quietly, and your brain barely holds back your filthy mouth. You want to tell Abby how good she is, how she is doing such a good job getting herself off, but you hold it back for now. 

The friction is not enough and you know it, so you lock her in place with one arm around her waist, praying she'd listen to you, and snake your other hand between your bodies. 

Abby is so fucking wet your eyes roll back into your scull from how hard it turns you on. 

"You're so wet, princess." You murmur into her ear and Abby whimpers again. "You okay?"

Abby just nods and it clicks. Abby is getting overwhelmed, but she clings to you so you figure out it's a good overwhelmed. 

"Do you like it when I call you princess?" You ask mostly to make sure, but it sounds so seductive to Abby, a little mean maybe but in a good way. 

"It's embarrassing." Abby admits and squirms around when you cup her pussy. Finally. 

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask gently and look in her eyes, serious. Abby looks back, but her eyes are glazed over, she is too horny to care about being embarrassed by this point. 

"No. Don't stop." Abby grinds against your hand and you press her closer to make her stop. 

"You wanna cum already?"

"You keep fucking teasing me." Abby says, annoyed.

"I'm taking my time." You kiss her cheek and part her folds carefully, circling her clit with two fingers and Abby buries her head into your neck, moaning. You stroke her back to soothe her, but your fingers only get faster, the pressure is featherlight and it drives Abby crazy because it will get her to cum way too fast, and you know it. 

"Yeah, that's right, princess. Relax and enjoy, yeah?" You can't stop talking now, desperate to praise Abby and make her feel safe in your arms. "Does it feel good?"

"I- I can't fucking-" Abby moans between her words, clinging to you harder as your fingers get her closer to her release. "Icantfuckingthink" Abby says in one breath and you barely make sense of it.

"Oh princess, don't. Don't think, okay? Be good for me." You pay closer attention to her reaction, not sure if Abby would like it, but she is too out of it now. She whines - fucking hell Abby whines - and presses closer to you.

"Yeah, I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good." You promise her and slide your fingers down, gently pressing at her hole. Abby arches into your fingers, trying to get them inside, and your heart melts. "You're so cute, fuck. You want my fingers?" 

Abby growls at you, refusing to talk, and you chuckle. 

"Just nod for me, okay? Or shake your head."

Abby takes a second to process your words and then she nods. 

"Good girl." 

That makes Abby open her eyes in shock and her walls clench around nothing to push her slick into your hand, and you can tell she liked it. 

"Can I call you that, princess?" You slowly push your fingers inside and just move them to feel how soft and hot Abby is. She suddenly grinds down on your hand and you kiss her shoulder. "Nod or shake." You remind her. 

Abby nods, her embarrassment totally forgotten by this point: she feels small, safe and taken care of, and the way you talk to her only makes it better. Your stupid spidey senses let you know when to check in with her and Abby never knew it could be this way - that giving consent can turn her on so much because you ask for it like you're dirty talking to her. 

And you are so close and you hold her so tightly Abby feels grounded even though she is so overwhelmed she can't think anymore. She just feels, her world only exists in the tactile plane now, and your voice carries her away. 

"Yeah, don't think, princess, I want your head empty and your pretty cunt stuffed with my fingers." You murmur into Abby's ear and she buries her face in your neck deeper as you curl your fingers inside her. Abby moans quietly and you feel how you lose any self-control you had before. 

You pick up the pace, catching the balance between overwhelmingly fast and not fast enough just so you won't disturb Abby's delicate headspace, and you just listen to her. Abby is not loud, never been, but that what makes it so magical - every sigh turns into a quiet whimper the longer you fuck her, and then you feel it, how Abby clenches around your fingers, her orgasm coming closer. 

"You're close, princess, I can fucking feel it. Do you feel it? Does it feel nice when you're so tight around me?"

"Yeah." Abby says in a hoarse low voice and your teeth fucking ache because you want to sink them into her so much. 

"Fuck Abby." You kiss her temple and suddenly you're fucking her so hard Abby gets tense in your arms, overwhelmed. "You have no idea what you do to me."

But Abby is not listening to you because you turn your hand just enough so you could thumb her clit and-

"Fuck!" Abby shrieks and closes her thighs on you as she cums. You stop moving your fingers inside her to enjoy how she pulsates around them, but you continue thumbing her clit."Fuck-fuck, stop-" Abby asks when it becomes too much and you obey her. 

Abby is panting hard and you just kiss her neck and shoulders, waiting for her to calm down, but you can't help yourself so you start slowly moving your fingers in and out. 

"You feel amazing around my fingers, princess."

"Fuck, don't stop, please, don't fucking stop-" Abby whispers and hugs you around your neck. You’re more than happy to oblige, and you can’t help your mean smile as you move your fingers slowly but thoroughly, getting a feel of every centimetre of Abby’s walls. 

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Abby to whimper and shudder in your arms again, drenching your hand up to your wrist, and you gently kiss her to help her calm down. Abby is limp on your lap, her head comfortably tucked in your neck as she pants. Abby feels exhausted but ridiculously happy, giddy even - you opened something in her, something that freed her vulnerability fully. God, Abby always knew she could trust you, let you watch her back, but the thought she could be so vulnerable and small with you never crossed her mind.

“Do you want to nap, baby?” You murmur in her hair and Abby hums in agreement. “Okay, let me put your shirt back on, yeah?”

Abby reluctantly lets you put the shirt on her and wrap a blanket around both of you as you adjust your position so you’d be lying down while Abby would be on top of you, so it would be comfortable for her to rest. You open your book again while Abby’s breathing evens out.

“I am watching a pale blue sky be torn across by wind fresh from the russian steppes. Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”

The present moment, whole as an apple - Abby doesn’t have to worry about not accepting it, lulled by your voice and your warmth and your smell - after all, the present is all she has.

[luvring]

I'm completely obsessed with your Touchstarved headcanons, if it's not too much trouble, I was wondering if you could do headcanons of Ais falling in love with the reader/MC??

And maybe then do something similar to Vere, if it's not too much trouble

(sorry for my English)

AIS FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | it's almost valentine's day guys. THANK U!!! i'm glad u enjoy them ^___^ this got... long. but if u still want vere feel free to remind me and i'll probably make a post! ^^ i'm always inspired by these kinds of ideas...

it's more of a slow burn because he teases you but you brush it off as his personality rather than anything serious

he's intrigued by you! he finds your company entertaining if nothing else, or at least that's what he tells himself. whether you throw his banter back at him, or stutter at his quick flirtations, ais can't help himself from making up excuses to find you

one moment that sets an alarm off in his head is after he's gotten into some bar fight. the bruises and blood on his knuckles, scratch by his collarbone, and the way he winces when you touch his shoulder get your attention easily. he tells you he's fine, that he's dealt with worse, and that the other guy got totally knocked out, but you pull him along anyway to take care of him.

but ais hasn't had someone take care of his injuries in. a long time. so he's stiff and awkward despite your friendship at this point. his eyes follow your every move, and he doesn't even realize it until your eyes meet. you ask a simple "what?" and he tries to play it off by saying "nothing." ("you're cute when you worry." etc etc LOLL)

and you scold him, because seriously, can you just like, not get into fights. one day someone's going to break your nose or something, and then what? what're you going to do when you try to hit on someone and you're still recovering from a black eye?

you're saying it absentmindedly, making jokes to lighten the mood. but something about the way you carefully graze your fingers across his skin and bandage him gets ais Thinking. and it's really weird because he's silent, and he's never really silent when you try to joke with him, so you go quiet too, and now he's thinking even more, and have you always furrowed your brows like that when you're focused, have you ever been this close to him before?

i don't think i'd make this moment The moment of realization. it's sort of an introduction

other moments i can think of would be ais watching you get along with his pets, you catching him by surprise by fucking with him (some sort of prank), and the first time you guys are like, serious and sentimental for once.

. okay. the vere thing. fwb that got too close is different (in my opinion) to him just having an honest crush and wanting a relationship btw. the avoidance would be him not knowing what to do/being insecure rather than not wanting a relationship. in my mind at least.

ais with a crush is... Intentional. with the things he does. the signs he gives you. like from an outsider perspective, without your own insecurity or nervousness, it's Glaringly obvious.

more touchy. but he makes it casual and you start questioning it like ...? maybe he's just more comfortable with me because we're friends! (you're nervous because his arm is resting behind your head on the couch like woah) (doesn't move his leg away when your legs keep touching)

of course if you don't like physical touch his feelings would show up in different ways anyway. asking if you want to tag along to buy some things. remembering that book you bought and asking if you finally got around to reading it or if it's collecting dust on your shelf. or maybe it's moments where you ask him something about his past as a half joke, fully recognizing it isn't something anyone else really knows, and he tells you anyway.

still teases you though. obviously. you ask him to open your water bottle and he opens it then pretends to waterfall it into his mouth. takes a sip when you aren't looking but makes it really obvious he did when you look at him. at some point you knock on his door, ring the doorbell, call him, etc. and he takes like 5 minutes to finally let you in. and you're like what's your problem and he just shrugs like oh i didn't hear you (loser burnt his food and was trying to hide it + the smell before you saw)

anyway. i think ais falling in love is subtle moments that build up. glances that he doesn't turn away from when you make eye contact (he smiles and pretends like it's casual). teasing that's teetering on flirting, straight up flirting that for some reason doesn't get called out by you. him looking for you at the bar and relenting from a fight because you swear to god, you'll get such a huge headache, he'll be indebted to you for 3 weeks. him taking you home and making sure you feel alright in the morning.

and there's this tension because he knows, and you think you know, and he knows you've noticed (he isn't trying to hide it) but neither of you are saying anything about it and at some point someone's going to blurt out a confession and there's going to be a kiss and joke about How long that took and!!!

being in a relationship with him is basically what i've said. like you guys were already acting like it before you finally got him to say he wants to be your boyfriend LOL. just some pet names thrown in, official dates, no hesitation in affection you were scared about before

nia when do you think he'd say he loves you. ...! Haha. awesome question

realizing he loves you is easy enough. i can see different possibilities for that. at some mundane moment where he's watching you work on a hobby and explain it to him, or getting ready to go out and asking which outfit looks better.

orrr when you walk in on him doing a bit/prank and immediately play along without hesitation. when he witnesses you threatening/challenging some guy on his account (if you're the type to do that). no matter what, you ask him about it and he's kind of awkward because he thinks it sounds silly LOL

but saying i love you is different to realizing + showing it with his actions. That's where his hesitation sets in in my opinion. because he can be sure he does, be sure you love him, but saying it out loud isn't really something he's done before, and it's a sign this relationship is Serious y'know.

it's going to take...A While... if you wait for him to say it first. you're probably better off just asking to talk about it at that point, like, about your guys' feelings and saying i love you y'know. you can both promise to say it at the same time and then when neither of you say it accuse the other with "oh so you hate me?" before laughing and actually saying it! think about it. silly!

but if you say it that's different. maybe written in a card (he stares at it for a long time and debates what to do), casually while saying goodbye (he watches you leave and replays it in his head), saying it in an intimate setting (he stills and looks at you before smiling/laughing a little and commenting on how you beat him to it (he's grateful))

"love you" over "i love you" guy when it comes to casually saying it btw. also a big fan of annoying you, you saying "i hate you," and replying with "love you too."

sorry friends i have to stop here because my laptop is Quite Literally slowing down/lagging when i start typing atp in the post. somebody help me

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[movedtolilmouzee]

Sup, how are you? Are your requests open? If so can I request a NSFW+Fluff with Suga, Asahi, Tendou and Nishinoya with a s/o who adore and worship every part of them and want to make them feel loved?

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱?

𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘕𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮, 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳.

(Zee's note- Hello, Hello. I'm ok, I started my new job and have been absolutely busy for the past few weeks but I'm using the time off I have to catch up with requests, but anyway hope your well and hydrated. Enjoy <3.)

Suga is loved by everyone in the community, he's seen as such a sweet person, always kind and caring and all around the perfect person if you need someone to cheer to you up. Many describe suga as the perfect dream boyfriend to have and you can confirm that. Even though suga can seem to be shy and like he wouldn't know where to begin with sex but suga loves keeping that image about himself and surprising whoever his current partner.

Surprise you is exactly what suga did, he seemed to know every weak spot on your body. Placing soft kisses on your neck trailing them down your stomach, all around your thighs. Suga loves oral, mainly giving but he doesn't mind receiving. Suga thrives on the sounds you make, you sound so angelic, moaning sugas name while he pushes his fingers inside you, slowly dragging them against your gummy walls, his tongue making quick work until you cum in his mouth, spitting apologies as suga smiles watching you.

Suga loves coming home from practice and tournaments to just relax with you. Candles light around the house, making it smell of whatever new one you bought. Suga loves going on adventures. Getting out of the house and going where ever but at tines he'd rather just sit at home and let his body recalculate.

It's even better when you snuggle up next to him, ask him if he needs anything or just sit by him and play on your phone. Even if you and suga sit in silence for hours, he's happy just having having near him. During these more calming days suga will find a short new series to binge watch with you, having snacks and drinks ready and available, suga almost always falls asleep either before or after you do.

It's no secret Asahi has some anxiety and worries pretty much everyday, it could be about the simplest things that he can't control but will stress about. The only times Asahi isn't worrying is when you happily agree to top him, letting him lay on the couch, looking up at you with a soft smile. Now don't get me wrong, Asahi is a soft service dom, he loves being in control but it's nice to switch up the routine, a nice breath of fresh air. Asahi is such a loud moaner too, he used to hate it and hide it until you asked him to you hear and now he's like a radio for you.

Now as I said, it's not surprise Asahi gets nervous a lot, and most of time he can't help but wonder if you ever get tired of him and his brain. Asahi doesn't like asking you if you've ever gotten annoyed with him because you could give him a pity answer but he finds so much comfort in you. Anytime you offer ideas, plans, dates, even ask him something that redirects his way of thinking gives him comfort. Asahi will have the confidence to tell you someday, don't worry.

This absolute little shithead demon has such an obsession with stuffing every hole possible with his cum. He doesn't care if he's gonna be late, hasn't eaten yet, nothing can stop this man from getting what he wants. It's even worse when you've you've bratty and practically demanded for his attention, he'll force you to walk around with his cum dripping onto your clothes, even going as far to make you send pictures just so he knows you've behaved.

Now tendou is like chaotic neutral in my opinion, always being the life of the party, trying to lighten anyone who may be in a mood. He's often found weird, too loud, noisey and not liked by many which may seem like it doesn't bother him but at the end of the day the words do stick with him.

He doesn't tell anyone of these worries and how it affects him but he finds a lot pf comfort when you start to match how excited, goofy, or happy he is. Adding onto the jokes, making stupid poses, makes tendou happy that someone doesn't just find him too outgoing or crazy.

Nishinoya has so much energy and stamina. Too much for his own good and this follows him even into sex. He can go for hours, while just having small breaks. He understands when you say no and can't keep going, a bit sad he'll happily clean you up, cuddle and give you all the forehead kisses you can ask for.

Offering to let him use your thighs while you fall asleep makes him the happiest person alive, he ask you if your sure a thousand times before pulling his boxers down and quickly laying your plush thighs around his cock, trying to keep a slow pace but almost immediately speeding up feeling the pleasure it's giving him.

Now volleyball is an important part of his life, he knows it could lead him to something bigger then he could dream of, so he often finds himself getting so focused in the sport that he neglects every other important aspect in his life, school being one of them.

Nahoya is so so so thankful when you offer to help him catch up with things. Helping him study for test and all around just being with him for support. He feels awful when you stay up late and pass our from exhaustion but he's so thankful for you and will happily go to the ends of the earth just to find whatever you want.

[venus-giirl]

“TAKEN” Part 2

TAKEN: Taiju Shiba x Fem reader x Hakkai Shiba

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers. 

Word Count: +7 K

Rating: trio, vaginal sex, dubious consent, dirty talk, taiju yandere, possessiveness, jealousy, smoking...

N/A: I know it's been a while, but here I bring the second part of this love trio. Please, kid, show your ID. Enjoy. 

Just a few hours ago you were in the school locker. When you opened it, a blue letter fell to the ground, on your shoes.

"A letter?" You looked both ways and then you duck. Your skirt rose a little, almost revealing the curvature of your behind. Once in your hand you opened it with some haste.

"Meet me at sunset in the park behind the institute."

The calligraphy was pretty, so it made you think that maybe it might be some girl or maybe they might have got the locker wrong. After the dining rooms, you shot off towards your destination. You weren't too sure, it could be a trap after all. But you just went. Curiosity was killing you.

Arriving at the beautiful and leafy park, you didn't see anyone at first, so you walked around the fountain that crowned the center of the place. Your breath hitched upon seeing Taiju's huge figure. He was sitting on the cold marble.

His gaze lifted to your eyes and he took a deep drag on the cigar he held in his mouth. His eyes turned yellower, like a tiger's.

"I was starting to get impatient, girl." Her voice sounds hoarse, evil and she does it with a certain sarcasm in his tone. You couldn't believe it. 

"Taiju?" Was it really Taiju who had written that letter? Did he even know where your locker was? You were here with him anyway, and you were willing to get to the end of this thing. All that happened next was him pulling on your wrist in a strong, powerful grip.

What you didn't know is that all this was a fucking coincidence that he took advantage of.

Mood Song /// Another Song

Three nervous breaths. Three different mouths in the same act. The snapping sound of Hakkai's lips on yours was intoxicating. Each kiss became hotter than the last. His tongue savored yours as he growled in nervousness. "T/n... I...". He was interrupted by Taiju, turning his face so that you were looking at him.

"I remind you that I am here before you." He says without looking at his brother. His fingers held your chin, never taking his eyes off your swollen lips, now marked by his little brother's. "I don't like to share the one I only want to enjoy myself." Taiju was more serious than ever. A thick vein ran down his neck and his jaw had tightened with every word. "But I guess for this one time we can have fun you and me." He looks over to his brother who was swallowing saliva to get the lump in his throat down. He couldn't stand the thought of sharing you with Taiju, but he couldn't just get you out of there so easily, not without facing his brother's wrath first. The only thing he could do was stay and take you or leave and leave you alone to himself. Something he would hate to do.

"I want to...only if she...wants to." He comes up behind your body. The two brothers hold you. Good and evil looked at you expectantly. Their two breaths collided against your neck, eager to hear your answer. Hakkai was very thoughtful in wanting to consider your opinion and whether you would really want to participate in this. Taiju can't help but laugh, clearly he wouldn't have even considered it.

Your mind wanders. You know the right answer but you don't risk it. You've never participated in something like this before, is this really what you want?

"The little thing's had its tongue eaten out by the cat." Taiju whispers in your ear. "I think you've ruined her mood, little brother." His now angry tone sends a shiver down your spine.

You glance at Hakkai. His face projected seriousness. He was just as nervous as you were. And you wanted the same thing he wanted. The connection in your gazes took only a nod from you for Hakkai to let out a sigh of relief. "Is this what you want?" He cupped his right hand over your cheek as he stroked you with his thumb. You close your eyes at the electrifying contact.

He was always in love with you and didn't want to hurt you. In fact at this moment he was dying inside. He was jealous. He felt cheated and cheated. His brother had managed, again, to steal from him one of the things he craved most. If only this moment was just for the two of you and he didn't have to share you with the...beast that stood behind you, expectant in conversation. He didn't know how long his patience would last for the wait and could only wait impatiently for your response.

You nod and just look at him. "Yes, Hakkai." You lean in and raise your hands to cup his cheeks now. "I want this, if you are here...". You delicately kiss his lips and he kisses you back in a little hum. Taiju, on the other hand, laughs bitterly again.

"That's...such a good girl." He turns you around and breaks your kiss to kiss you himself now. As he looks at his little brother from the side to show him who is in control. He flashes you an angry middle finger and starts to take off his shirt without taking his eyes off both of you. He wastes no time and rips off his belt in a loud jingle. His pants and boxers fall to the floor in a thud.

The bed sinks to within inches of your ass and wraps its hands around your waist. You pull away from Taiju's kiss and just turn your head to kiss Hakkai. You had joined a dangerous game.

All three of you were naked. Taiju's grunts were scattered throughout the room along with yours, which were muffled by Hakkai's cock. You were lying on your back in the center of the bed. Your head was lying on the soft, comfortable cushion. Your hair was wet from sweat. Your jaw ached and you were trying to concentrate to get his whole member in to make it feel good, but Taiju's hard thrusts on your nerve center didn't help. He was rocking you constantly and you found it almost impossible to keep it in your mouth for more than five seconds at a time.  

"Fuck..." growls Taiju. "You should see your face right now...you're quite the princess...taking his cock...like a good whore." Her hands pull her wet hair back to keep it from covering up tremendous view.

"Shit...T/n" Hakkai couldn't stop moaning your name. Surely he wasn't content with just that. But he thought otherwise. With every hard thrust, his member escapes from your mouth and that gave him even more pleasure. Passing from your small mouth to the outside caused your lips to squeeze the head of his cock, shuddering his member even more. "You're doing good, beautiful. Don't stop... please." Hakkai looks at you tenderly and strokes your forehead to push away some sweat-glued curls.

His touch was welcoming. His warmth, his kindness. Instead your pussy was still being abused. The hard and constant thrusts had made your heat grow on your lower belly. You arch your waist and try not to move your head too much, so as not to lose the rhythm the three of you had achieved, you grab Hakkai's cock with one hand, while with the other you grip the sheets ready to let yourself be flooded by your orgasm.

"That's it..." laughs the black dragon cheekily. "See little brother, that's how you pleasure a woman to make her come on your cock...just...like this." His last two words had become ragged along with his moans. "Oh, shit.... I cum...". You let go of Hakkai's cock and moan his name as he makes one last thrust into your cervix. Taiju grunts like a monster and pulls your cock out to cum on top of your abdomen. Marking what he considers to be his in these moments. Thick strands of cum shot out onto your belly. Some even splashed onto the center of your breasts.

"Haa....Haa....." He laughs baring his fangs. "That's how you mark someone." His finger slides from the top down, trailing his cum in a slowly cooling white line until he reaches your aching clit to stroke it with his thumb in a circular motion. You moan and arch your hips at the painful contact. "God, like a fucking cat in heat." You look away to your little brother. Hakkai still has his hand on your head and is still just as hard as before and even harder. This is the first time he hears you moaning from an orgasm. Orgasm that he didn't bring on for you and that makes him a little jealous. "Come on, little brother." He hums in a teasing voice. "I didn't cum inside her for you to do it for me. I know how in love you are for her."

"Fucking cunt." Hakkai mumbles in an angry whisper. You were absent minded enough to not hear about half of the confrontation the two brother were having right now. Taiju laughs again and stands up. He was hard again even after finishing cumming just seconds ago. He rummages around in his leather jacket and pulls out the cigar box and his lighter. After two tries he lights the cigar and sighs out a heavy, gray smoke. "I'm going out for a smoke. Take care of her in the meantime." With a bang he closes the sliding window, leaving a trail of cigar and some cool evening breeze.

Hakkai sighs and lies down next to you "Are you okay?". He asks somewhat scared, he knows how brutish his brother can be, instead for you you had reached heaven with his onslaught.

"Hakkai..." You join him and kiss him with desire. He opens his eyes though he eagerly kisses you back. Your hand caresses his shaven head and he holds the back of your neck so as not to pull you away from your tender kiss just yet. "You came." You smile.

"Of course I've come. That letter.... was sent to you by me. It was mine." You whisper almost with tears in your eyes. If he ever knew Taiju was going to take advantage of the situation he would have never sent that fucking letter. He fucking loves you. He's so angry at this unexpected turn of events. This wasn't what he wanted for the two of you.  

"Hakkai, I'm sorry...if I had recognized your handwriting I would never have accepted Taiju, but I...Taiju likes me too so..." You are interrupted when Hakkai shuts you up with a rough kiss. He grabs both hands and places them on top of your head as he hovers over you, trapping you with his strong legs. You feel his hard cock rub against your intimacy and you sigh.

"I don't want you to utter those words." He confesses. "I don't want to hear you say that you also prefer my...brother." You stare at him wide-eyed, not questioning anything he feels for you. It's normal. The feelings Hakkai are being teased out by your indecisiveness in choosing one of the two.

Who did you really like better? Can one be in love with two men at once and still not know which one your heart belongs to?

Hakkai takes a few seconds to consider. Without mentioning any words, he smiles at you and your heart flips. He is so good. He then settles between your legs and caresses your aching thighs with both hands, looking down at your center with a sad smile. "I wish I could have been the first one for you...". He whispers almost in an inaudible sound. His ears are red and his face flushes every time his eyes roam over your figure.

"I want you for tonight, just for tonight and as long as Taiju smokes that nasty cigarette, to be mine. Even if later I can never have you again, I want to make love to you for tonight." He doesn't look away from yours. His eyebrows are raised and his voice is slow and low. Every word was flooded with feelings that drown your heart like a drifting ship.

You bring a hand to her cheek and stroke her hair in the sweetest way. "Hakkai...". You needed to find the right words. "I promise you...after tonight everything would be the same as before and..." you lean in a little to give him a small kiss on the lips "I would like to talk about many things in depth...if you want it too."

He squeezes your thighs and pulls you down in a jerk, placing his tip at your entrance. He hovers over you a little to grab a condom from the bedside table, opens it and places it on his member while you keep looking at him. His collarbone, his pecs that go down into a beautifully defined abdomen ending in the gorgeous V of his pelvis. You liked everything about Hakkai. Although you liked more his personality, how nice and attentive he was to you.....

With a jerk your thoughts are clouded as with one lunge he inserts his member inside you, stretching your plush insides. "Shit...you feel good" He gasps and looks down at you.

"Tell me if it hurts." Hearts are coming out of your eyes at this instant. Even though Taiju has stretched you enough, he's still worried about not hurting you. You groan when his head touches your sensitive, spongy spot.

"Aah, Hakkai, there it is...there I like it...a lot." You sigh and clutch at his back, washing your fingertips across his shoulder blades.

"That's where you like it, sweetheart?" you slowly withdraw and reinsert yourself in a sure, firm lunge, pulsing your pleasure again.

"MMmhmm" You hum to give him an answer. The words had gotten stuck in your throat.

"Very, very much. Do you like it if I do it like this?" Hakkai gyrates his hips and delivers another thrust. The hair on his pelvis brushes against your clit and you moan at the rapping, silky touch. He grunts as you squeeze your walls along his length.

"Keep going...don't stop." Hakkai's ego slowly swells and his onslaught becomes a steady dance that never ceases. He crushes you to the mattress and sinks both hands to the sides of your head, beginning a passionate kiss as if it's the last time he could give you one. His tongue explores your mouth and you try to keep up with his rhythm. He bites and sucks on your lower lip. Your hands tighten and caress his back, moving up the nape of his neck, which bristles.

"I like you...I've liked you forever, beautiful." Hakkai moans with every word. He lunges your body and your waist arches. The orgasm builds inside you again. His words excite you more than you could ever wish for and his cock touches the entrance to your womb, feeling his entire cock enter it.

"Hakkai...Hakkai..." You sing in his ear. Skin on sweaty skin. Praise and confessed feelings, along with Hakkai making love to you causes you to explode in an intense orgasm. You scream and whimper just as Hakkai cums seconds after your walls pump him into a hot, spongy prison. He gasps and moans your name too, collapsing ecstatically onto your body trying to control erratic breaths. He deposits a soft kiss on your head and looks at you lovingly.

"Hakkai..." You say his name again. For him, hearing it come from your lips was his dream come true. A dream that is interrupted when Taiju re-enters the room, slamming the window shut. Your body immediately startles and your hearts race.

"Well, well..." He walks over towards you. "I see you two had fun after all." He arches an eyebrow at his brother and flashes a wolfish grin with a mixture of derision. "Now let's enjoy the three of us together." You don't understand what he's saying until you see Taiju pounce towards the bed. He hovers over your body and Hakkai curses your name.

He is still inside you, half an erection formed, though when your walls tighten around him he grunts. Taiju wraps his body around behind your back and pulls you into a sideways position. He lifts your thigh with his big powerful hands and places points his hard cock towards your pussy. You open your eyes wide as you realize the true intentions and look at Hakkai triggering your state of alarm. He just bites his lips in serious eyes. We can't deny that Hakkai is still a man with fantasies, after all, and he too has his own selfish needs, no matter how little he likes the idea of sharing your tight hole with his brother, he instantly gets hard again. You look at him and frown a little in a look like a deer when it sees it's about to be hunted by its predators.

"If yours goes in so can mine, relax, princess." He whispers in your ear with a tone full of mischief. Slowly he pushes himself inside you, crushing Hakkai's cock in your latera in the process. "Oohhh fuuuuck!".

"Shit, shit, shit, shit" Hakkai squeezes his eyes shut trying not to cum.

"Shit, it hurts, it hurts..." You grunt in deep breaths. You try to inhale and exhale to calm your heart. Your pussy stretches and you spread your legs a little wider in a desperate attempt.

"Haa, haa, look Hakkai. Look how you spread your legs for us." You sink at last in a full onslaught and push past the boundary where Hakkai had reached with his cock. His cock was too cold.

"You dirty bastard..."

Your body was shivering. Having two cocks inside you was something you considered supernatural and almost impossible. "I can't take...that much" you whimper and grab Hakkai's arms. "I need...I need you to move now, please" You plead. Tears threaten to come and your agony builds into a pleasure you can't take any longer. You're just as horny as the two brothers. You want it. You need it. And you don't mind begging for it.

Taiju laughs at your pleas and is the first to get up the courage to move. Hakkai grunts at the feel of his hateful brother's length sliding over yours and sighs as he lunges at you. Now it is Hakkai's turn and he does the same. Your head sinks into Hakkai's chest to find comfort and you groan as they begin to move.

For a moment the two brothers stare at each other in a silent confrontation from which sparks fly. Gradually they agree on their movements and establish a back-and-forth that complements each other. The two Shiba brothers ride your pretty pussy. Their moans fill both your ears and their breaths fog your body.

Your mind is lost, you find yourself in a heaven of pleasure. The heads of their limbs touch your spongy spot and threaten to enter inside your womb. From your eyes came out hearts and from your mouth came out moans of pure pleasure.

Taiju's lips running down your neck and shoulders. Hakkai's hands holding and caressing your thighs. Your pussy was being worked well and you were thrilled.

"Beautiful..." Hakkai whispers as he kisses you passionately.

"Oh, princess..." growls Taiju as he bites your shoulder.

Having the two Shiba brothers in the same heart had led you to conclude on this romantic adventure. Both brothers loved you. One was eros love while the other felt agape love for you.

Your eyes go white and you reach the best orgasm you've ever had in your fucking life. By now you should know the difference between the different types of love. Only you can choose the one you think is best for you after this dark night....

"Thank you for delivering the letter to me, Hakkai." You confess as the two brothers flood your insides with thick ropes of cum, screaming your name in perfect unison.

YOU ARE NOW TAKEN BY BOTH MEN.

[dipendenteconad]

Some LiuHan/BiKang headcanons for MY soul (NSFW) pt. 2/?

Random nsfw hc, there's not a particular warning because I don't get too much into detail, but beware anyway.

From a chat I had with my pookie @staronx

I want to imagine their first time the same way I wrote in my fic Darkshines: they were attracted to each other for some time (still, Liu Kang was way more invested in the relationship at first) and eventually they couldn't ignore their feelings anymore. Still, it lacked real intimacy, and it was followed by a bitter morning after;

The following nights they spend together are objectively better for both of them. Liu Kang would definitely regret how their first time went, and he'd try his best to make Bi-Han feel at ease with him again. He's the definition of romantic, he'd never take Bi-Han without setting the right mood;

Liu Kang is THE service top, and Bi-Han is THE power bottom. You can't change my mind on that. Liu would be down to be at the receiving end once or twice, but he prefers to stay on top because he wants the focus to be all on his beloved. He doesn't care that much about his pleasure but more on Bi-Han's one: this includes that he's very observing of Bi-Han's reactions, so that he knows what he enjoys most and what he dislikes without the need for him to say anything; he also finishes only after Bi-Han's done and he hates it whenever he can't control himself and ends up coming before him (but y'know sometimes it just feels too good);

While Bi-Han had always been used either to quickies or rough fucks, he came to appreciate it when Liu Kang took things slowly. They can go at it for hours and do more than one round without either of them growing tired or bored of the other's attentions. Again, Liu is very romantic to me. They really have little time to spend together like this, and they want to make the best out of each night, and if that means making love until morning, so be it;

Also Liu is usually very gentle in bed but he can be rougher if Bi-Han asks him to (after all, he knows he can take it). He personally likes to mark Bi-Han, more like a playful provocation than a show of possessiveness;

While he's very careful with his touches, at the same time, Liu lets Bi-Han do anything he wants to him. He trusts that Bi-Han wouldn't purposely hurt him, so he's not afraid to let him scratch, bite and touch, however (and wherever) he wants. He enjoys it a lot especially when he lets Bi-Han use his mouth: the latter finds pulling Liu's hair and making him choke on his cock hotter than what he wants to admit. The morning after Liu's throat is so sore it hurts him to speak;

Liu Kang is the one who usually initiates things, but it's just because Bi-Han is too proud to openly admit he needs to fuck. Even if he's the one who craves Liu's touch the most: he would never say it out loud, but he misses him a lot whenever they're away from each other. He doesn't express his needs also because Liu Kang recognizes his signals too well;

Body worship in bed is a must: Liu would take all the time in the world to prepare Bi-Han and he particularly loves to caress and kiss his body all over until the latter's a moaning mess and he's melting under him (sometimes he teases him just to see how long Bi-Han can take before losing his patience and begging him to touch him where he needs it);

Also, as someone who has never been used to people complimenting his body, Liu Kang's praises weren't taken very seriously by Bi-Han. At first, he just thought it was his lust talking, but deep down, his heart melted at the thought of Liu appreciating him that much. Tho this doesn't only apply in bed but on all occasions, Liu likes displaying affections (in my opinion) in all the ways he can, so when they're alone he kisses and holds him with an affection Bi-Han has never seen with anyone else, while if they're in public, he limits himself by complimenting him in ways that wouldn't rise suspects but that still can have double meanings (at least for Bi-Han who knows him deeply);

Am I too soft with them? I see some people interpretating them as a love-hate type of pair, but I personally can't see Liu Kang as anything different than a tender lover.

Anyway, I think I've said enough for part 2! I am cringe but I am free.

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~ T o m u r a ' s t y p e :

~This is just my opinion so zon't azzak me babez 💋

~I just wrote what I feel like he would find attractive in a person. I really put my whole writeussy into this lmao since I kin him.

~There's a little bit of horknee thoughts but nothing too extreme now 💀. But yeah no warnings.

~Anyways, longass and pretty detailed headcanon writing.

.｡*♡~Enjoy~♡* ｡.

First of all, he looks hot here, second of all, let's start off with gender. He wouldn't care about gender honestly, if the person is attractive, they're attractive. And he just wants to love someone, and someone to love him, so gender doesn't matter to him. I see him as demi-bisexual, and if person he finds attractive is gender fluid, it's literally like a jackpot to him.

Now, body type, like gender, he doesn't really care about it, and he isn't picky with it. He doesn't mind chubbiness, he loves it instead, he finds curves really cute and attractive and just wants to squeeze and kiss that stomach and thighs, or either lay on them, or chest, he'd see them as teddy bear and pillow. At the same time he doesn't mind skinny as well, he finds it attractive and gorgeous too, that thin waist just looks so holdable and squeezable oh and huggable as well, loves those skinny boney hands he wants to hold them and wants them to be his necklace, he would see that person as model literally. Just as long as person isn't anorexic you know? He doesn't want beautiful person to go through extreme health problems, like being too much underweight or too much overweight to the point they barely walk. But he also finds athletic body types attractive as well, he finds it hot really. He would be more than happy and honored to work out with them. Seeing that muscles, he just feels like touching biting and licking them, he wants to be held and picked up, but secretly and privately of course ;). He would love that strong arms being wrapped around his neck/waist, or he would imagine his head between that person's strong thighs omg.

For heights...like for body and gender, he doesn't give a shit about it. Shorter than him? He finds it cute and just wants to mess with their hair and pick that person up, snuggle them and tease them. Taller than him? Oh he would melt and sweat when they would look down on him, he finds it hot when attractive person towers over him, would imagine forehead kisses and burying his head in their chest. Same height as him? He finds it attractive too, and perfect. He would think hugging, kissing and cuddling with that person would be like two puzzles going together perfectly. No offense but I feel he would prefer a little more person being same height as him or taller than him. It's that submissive side in him that craves for it, I see him as switch honestly. Depending on his mood of course, but I can picture him being a bit more submissive. So yeah he would love if person he finds attractive was a switch too but a bit more dominant.

I don't know why, but I also feel like he would find smoking/smell of cigarettes attractive in person too for some reason. Of course, he doesn't want person he likes to be a heavy smoker now and destroy themselves too much. But he would like the smell on their clothes for sure..I don't know if it's just me but yeah I just feel like it. When he would watch the person he likes smoke, he'd wish he was that cigarette they're holding and putting in their mouth, he wants to be that close to their lips just like that cigarette.

Tomura would prefer introverted person, I mean it's obvious. Because he's introverted as well, but he wouldn't mind ambiverted person too (between extrovert and introvert/or just balanced).

He would want someone supportive, caring, understanding. Someone honest, determined and passionate, someone that would have his back and be at his worst and best times. Someone that he can be himself around them, that won't judge him for who he is, that would love him for who he is.

He likes people with strength, both physical and mental, emotional and moral strength. He wants someone intelligent and witty, someone that can be mature and serious, and at the same time childish and unserious, someone that is good at finding balance and really shows that they are capable of understanding a diverse range of emotions, and that they can handle all those different feelings appropriately, rather than letting them control them. It would be very attractive trait to him.

He would also find attractive some sass and attitude, it shows that someone is independent and not afraid to speak their mind. It's important to him to have some spice in relationship, but it's also important to balance that with sweetness and kindness. Tomura would appreciate someone who is bold and not afraid to speak their mind, it shows confidence, and he would find it hot. Anyone strong, anyone who can stand firm in the face of danger, who knows what they want and has guts to go for it. Someone that can be goofy and fun, who doesn't take themselves too seriously and can see humour in things, bonus point if they have dark/childish/dirty humor, he would want someone that would make him laugh even when you know the world is coming to an end. Those that can be that but aren't afraid to be serious when they have to. He values confidence but also value humility, you could say that his type is kind of balanced.

Tomura would be into someone sarcastic and teasing, I feel like he would be into loving and out of joke insulting. Someone a little sassy, and with an attitude he would find that attractive for sure and hilarious, probably exciting as well. As long as they don't take themself way too seriously.

He wants someone calm and collected but at the same time a bit aggressive. He would find it really fascinating to see someone calm and collected go to a little bit aggressive and assertive. He would love someone who has a little bit of wild side and isn't afraid to show it. There's certain amount of aggression that can be attractive, like I said he'd like someone passionate and intense so if that extends to their aggression... it's definitely something he would find hot. As long as they're not overly aggressive or volatile, it can be really hot to have someone who's more intense and passionate about things. It shows him there's more to a person than the calm side that they show most of the time, and that there's a darker side to them too that they're comfortable letting out when it's needed. I feel like he would find that kind of exciting and a bit of a turn on. And yeah, he's probably into aggressive kissing/make out as well than 💀. But of course he would love gentle and sweet too.

Now for looks, oh he definitely loves more alternative looks in general. He would love those that can embrace the darkness, and who can see the beauty that lies within it. He adores punk/goth/emo/anything dark literally. Probably goth the most though, he's just dragged/attracted more into it. But yeah he finds darker style really beautiful 🦇. You know how I said he prefers more someone same height or taller than him? If person is same height as him and wears platform shoes and boots it's extra points, because they can tower over him sometimes and be same height as him sometimes too.

Plus he would find piercings and tattoos so so attractive for suree, black hair or any other darkish color. They can show individuality and personal expression. He would find tattoos as work of art definitely, and would definitely want to trace them on person he finds attractive. And piercings can be used for self expression, he's into all that 100% 🙏.

Since I mentioned dark style, he would like person who is into dark music as well too, rock/metal/indie/goth/post punk anything that's on darker side. And of course, he'd like someone that can listen to all sorts of different genres, styles and artists because it makes for a broad and interesting tastes he can relate to. Anything but country music <3.

Now for interests, Tomura would love someone who is into art and media, horror, gore and dark stuff. He would love someone who's creative and passionate about things like film, music, painting/drawing... He would find it really attractive to see someone who has eye for beauty or aesthetics on more artistic level.

And last thing, about affection and love language, he'd want someone that isn't much into PDA. He would like to be more touchy with person he likes in private and not in public for sure. I mean he finds hand holding, small and quick kiss and hugging in public alright, but other stuff...yeah no. He'd like someone with mixed love languages or different ways of showing affection like psychical affection, words of affirmation, gift giving, quality time, and I know I already mentioned this one but insulting in loving and joking way too. I just know he's extremely touch starved and hungry for affection and love.

I tried to write this as much accurate as I could, I hope you like it <3

And if you come this far/read everything ily🫀

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Heya!

I wasn't given any specific scenario for this meme, so I decided to write a little something regarding Naoya's pov of the wedding day :> (For those that don't follow me, I mean this fic over here)

It ended up being somewhat shorter than I anticipated, but I think it's mainly because there's nothing much I wanted to show that wasn't already on the main story? It did provide some depth (from both sides), I believe.

Ah anyways, I'm sorry for taking so long to get back to you, but I hope it's to your liking!!! Depending of the reactions for this one-shot I might write more stuff like this :>

There are no major warnings for this snippet this time, although a big f you towards Naoya is suitable.

Without further ado, happy reading!!

Naoya has never been the one to succumb to his anxieties, buckle under his stress, or in other words, the nervous type. Never. It was a luxury the heir could not indulge in—always one to keep his mind cold, focused on the goal at hand, and nothing more.

But on his wedding day, that reality turned out to be a bit different.

It wasn’t that hard to pinpoint what had him feeling somewhat anxious. It’s certainly not because he wasn’t looking forward to it, if anything, this was all his mind could think of ever since the date was set.

Rather, it was the fact that it was today—

Today, the day that he gets married is finally today, and he has yet to wrap his head around that notion.

He just couldn’t believe it; it felt like it was ages ago that he was forcing negotiating with your father the details of such arrangements, just what type of benefits he’d from the union, when, and of course, the official paperwork.

Everything else, such as the decorations, food, the shrine where the ceremony would take part, and even the venue for the reception would be all under your clan’s jurisdiction, for they were formalities he really didn’t care about if he was being honest, because they were just that: formalities. Things done for the sake of tradition and appearances. If it were up to him, he’d just sign the papers and get on with it.

Nonetheless, he guesses he could find a bit of delight behind the party, the perfect opportunity to show off the fruits of his hard work and dedication, the conclusion of his long-awaited search: you, by his side, portraying the role you were always meant to have:

His wife.

Ah, but until then…

“Are you nervous?” His closest confident, and what many would consider his best man for this occasion, Ranta, asks. It was a question made out of custom, not because he believed his friend was actually nervous but… well, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to seeing something a bit different coming from Naoya, even when he tries to hide it with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, behaving as if this were the dumbest question he’s ever heard in his life.

“What for?” Naoya asks back as he adjusts his collar—nothing short of a traditional montsuki.

“Oh—uh… well, aren’t you nervous because you’re going to see all of Y/N’s family?” Ranta attempts to strike up a conversation, lighten up the mood, but to no avail, for as stated before, Naoya couldn’t care less about the ceremony and the people attending. Those things were simply done to comply with both the Zen’in’s and the L/N’s tantrums—he just wanted to marry you and that’s it.

But if he were to voice his opinion…

“Why should I?” he retorts, adjusting the last details of his attire.  “If it were to me, they wouldn’t even be invited.”

The one that insisted the most on being there, he recalls, was your father. Something about wanting to be at his children's first wedding, or something like that. Obviously, a thing that Naoya would never understand, considering how he almost banned his own father from attending, if only he weren’t the leader of the clan, he would’ve gotten his way!

But, ah, well, he guesses he could let him see you off one last time, for Naoya doesn’t intend on letting you out of his sight once you’ve settled into the Zen’in estate.

There is one person he wanted to see the least in his wedding though, and that was not a hard guess to make: your sister, Hinata.

His father he could tolerate. Just a few drinks and he’d be out of the picture.

But Hinata… she’s the one he knows will be throwing daggers at him, if not openly denouncing this marriage, whenever possible. It’ll be awkward, to say the least, to even stand near her, as well as getting to see that ugly scowling face of hers throughout the entirety of the reception—shouldn’t the groom be able to celebrate this special day as he should?

On the other hand, there is one person he is looking forward to seeing: Satoru.

The invitation was sent essentially sent out of through Naoya’s volition, since your clan had long given up on whatever relationship they had with the Gojo’s thanks to your sister’s imprudent call.

Naoya’s perspective of that whole situation was… complex, to say the least.

He didn’t necessarily agree with your clan’s decision to join both heir’s in marriage, but at the same time, he was glad she was chosen, and not you. On the other hand, he despised Hinata’s abrupt decision on calling the engagement off, for had it gone through, the Zen’in and the Gojo’s would’ve been related one way or the other, and Satoru was one of the few people he admired enough to have that connection.

Well, only Naoya understands his own density better than anyone else, besides, there is not much purpose in ruminating on what’s done, not when he had a long day ahead.

“Are you ready?” Naoya asks Ranta, turning around to see him. Here, his friend is able to get a clear view of him.

Naoya was always one to look good whatever he wore, but this particular outfit… struck Ranta a different way. Perhaps it was the symbolism behind it that had him emotional. Even though he always knew that Naoya was set to marry one day, since it was part of the deal of him becoming heir, it still made him happy to know it was done on his own terms, with the girl he liked.

Because even though he might deny it, Ranta was able to see just how excited Naoya really was to marry you.

On the way to the shrine is when Naoya’s nerves started to get the best of him. He tried his hardest to appear composed, act as if this was just another run-of-the-mill mission he was tending to, but his fidgeting fingers, as well as shaking leg, gave it away. All that was left to do at this point was bite his nails!

Thankfully, Ranta (the only one accompanying him on the drive, alongside the chauffer) was there to ease his nerves, or… more likely try to, because no matter what he said, no matter how much he tried to tell him that everything was alright and would proceed as planned, Naoya always found something to snap back at him with.

“What if she’s not there?” Naoya would eventually say, and of all things he previously disclosed, this is the one that Ranta figured worried him the most—something he would’ve never imagined possible, yet, here they were …

“She’s going to be there” Ranta responds, placing his hand over his shoulder. It was brief, but enough for him to feel the tension radiating from Naoya. He swallows his own nerves, trying his best to not wince out of surprise, as he continues. “If anything, she’s already waiting for you, worrying that you might not be the one showing up.”

It’s an attempt of a joke, a way to laugh at his own miseries instead of succumbing to them, but his words only make his anxiety spike.

“Don’t be stupid!” he snaps. “There’s too much at stake for me to simply not show up.”

His friend supposes that must be true—knows it to be the truth. Only he and a few select members of the Zen’in clan truly acknowledged all that Naoya had to sacrifice to get this engagement going, and how much he’s going to lose if it doesn’t go as planned…

But that is something that shouldn’t worry him today, on his special day, less when he’s gone above and beyond to ensure nothing falls out of place.

The only thing Naoya should worry about is getting to the shrine, saying his vows, and enjoying the rest of his life alongside his new partner.

And of course, get past through the crowd of unwanted guests, who as soon as Naoya entered the venue, were quick to glue their eyes on him, eagerly analyzing his every movement as he made way past them.

Even through a quick glance, your soon-to-be husband was able to recognize those nearby, starting with his relatives, who were not that many as a matter of fact, just his father and some of the elders, as if to show the Zen’in clan was present and nothing else. Most of his uncles and brothers didn’t even bother to attend, which Naoya was glad they didn’t, for the last thing he wanted was them ruining today with their nonsense.

It was a surprise Ogi was able to go all together, having previously voiced uninterest in his nephew’s wedding, complained about it to his father too. He didn’t even bother to hold back his disdain given the way he scowls at him when their eyes cross. Naoya guesses he’ll have to put him in his place later.

Unfortunately for him, his distaste would only grow when catching sight of Naobito—the reception hadn’t even started and yet, the man was already drunk. He swore he could almost smell the alcoholic stench coming off him from all the way down the hallway…. But nothing he could do about that and his usual alcoholic behavior.

He was elated that none of his brothers attended. He wouldn’t know what he’d do if he found Naoaki in the crowd…

From there, found on the other side of the room, stood your family—slightly more extensive than his, but not by that much. The first thing that he notices is the absence of your father, which made him wonder if in the end he decided to skip the wedding all together, only for Ranta to explain that he wished to “walk his daughter down the aisle.” A bit… contemporary, Naoya notes, but if his lack of presence was to confirm anything, it was that he was given permission to do so, thus he lets the topic out of his mind soon after.

The second person that catches his attention is your sister, with that ugly dog face of hers, probably already cursing him given the way she stared at him. Even when dressed for the occasion, she’s as ugly as ever: it’s like dressing up a monkey! No matter what it wears, it’ll always be that, a monkey. Naoya holds back his chuckle as he continues walking, some people are just bound to be hideous no matter what they wore.

Naoya doesn’t think anything of the third person that catches his attention, your brother Ren—he doesn’t look like he’s saying nor thinking much either, so he’ll leave him at that.

His major disappointment would come, however, in the form of Gojo’s absence. He tries to console himself thinking that perhaps he decided to avoid being seen with your sister after the humiliation she put him through—God knows he’d be doing the same if he were the one previously engaged to Hinata.

Although he knew that would never happen, because his tastes were different, superior in a way—that’s why he settled for the better sister, and not someone who thought they were the greatest simply because they had a flashy technique. You were much humble and likeable in that way.

The rest that he vaguely recognized were the elders of your clan, the people he had the displeasure of conversating with when arranging everything for his short-lived engagement. They would give him a quick nod of acknowledgement, a gesture Naoya ignored in favor of continuing his way, and soon they faded into the background.

And lastly, but not least, you. Obviously absent given the theatrics of such a ceremony, but even then, he could admit that the scenery was unbearably dull without your presence, and his eagerness to see you only arises once more.

He’s frantically counting the seconds you’ll be making your way through the doors, dressed up in the traditional wedding dress prepared by his clan and everything else that will essentially let everyone else know you are his.

It’s a sentiment that has him on edge, to finally live the moment he’s been waiting for (albeit unknowingly) all his life.

Yet, no amount of anticipation could’ve prepared him for when it finally happened—the very instance you step into his view, accompanied by your father, tightly holding onto his arm as your eyes glanced from one side of the room to the other, before finally locking gazes with him.

Everything else ceased to exist that very moment. From here on out, it was just you, covered in a pristine whiteness that made you look nothing but innocent, accompanied by a subtle tint of red on your cheeks, undoubtedly out of shyness for the crowd before you, whilst seeking comfort in your father’s touch, something he’ll do from this point forward.

It's a sight that allures Naoya, makes his heart squeeze with longing, anticipation for what’s to come next—but even when you were just a few feet away from him, walking towards his direction, he still found it hard to believe this was his wedding, and you… his future wife.

But what surprised him the most after your veil was lifted, even though he already knew this, was your beauty.

You’re exactly as he remembers… if not more given the warmth he feels when seeing you again, this close, after so many years.

Such was his disbelief, that he blurted out the first thing that crossed his mind, the same one when he for the first time back during his first exchange event.

“You’re beautiful”

Your eyes widen out of surprise, speechless by his words; or perhaps something else, since they had been nothing less than a murmur, but the moment you were to finally react, the priest makes his appearance, initiating the ceremony.

Naoya doesn’t know how he was able to keep his eyes away from you as the priest went on, trying his hardest to act as if he truly cared about anything else but you, and the moment he’ll seal the deal…

And when it finally did, when he was allowed to kiss you for the first time, he swore his heart almost jumped out of his chest. His hands were trembling a bit, which he hoped no one saw, as he turned around to see you.

Naoya couldn’t do anything else but stare at you for a few seconds, eyes glancing from your nervous ones, to your pink lips, and to your eyes yet back again… all tempting images that just pushed him over the edge.

Perhaps it was his nerves, given he had to do that in front of everyone, or his own eagerness for how close he was to realize one of his biggest desires, that Naoya ends up swiftly smashing his lips against yours, giving you little to no time to react outside of a whimper, before he was lightly sucking on your lip, as if asking for permission to enter, to which you dubiously obliged.

It was a (very) awkward, seemingly eternal moment for those that saw it, if not infuriating for your family members as your now-husband would later find out, but for Naoya it was nothing but fleetingly sweet—a moment that he barely managed to grasp before he was pushed by the priest to continue on with the ceremony.

He didn’t want to pull away from you, didn’t way to move away from your presence, less when he was completely, utterly captivated by the warmth of your skin against his, your soft lips hesitantly moving alongside his, and the way your eyes look at him, somewhat hazed by his gesture…  

But he moves forward when the crowd begins to cheer once formally introduced as husband and wife—a roaring sound that manages to divert his attention from you to the recognition he was getting from all those that attended.

He couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction, because from this day forward, Naoya is officially your husband—and you, his.

Truly, all the shady things he had done, all the sacrifices he had to make and the hard work he put in for this very moment, had been worth it in the end.

It was the beginning of the rest of his life, and Naoya couldn’t wait to share it with you.

Perhaps it was the continuous gratifying acknowledgement of his decision to marry you, or maybe the fact that everyone started calling you Mrs. Zen’in soon afterwards, telling you what a good catch you found in him, that the subsequent celebration slowly began to grow on Naoya.

Sure, he still disliked having to entertain his guest like some kind of puppet, put on the façade that he cared if they were having a good time or not, when all he wanted was to run away with you and enjoy his married life.

But now he slowly began to like the idea of staying around for a bit, bask in the attention, even if he’s to humiliate himself first…

The first thing that your family and his essentially forced him to do was take pictures. Pose with each of the guests, put up a smile, and repeat that until everyone got their fare share of “memories”.  Annoying, indeed, but at least you were there accompanying him.

From there, he’d have to strike up conversations with said guests. Naoya found it harder to fulfill that aspect, given he wasn’t one anyone would call a social butterfly, while you… well, you did your best to blend in and not appear as a total outcast—not more than you were already feeling anyways.

“Did you know him prior to the wedding?” One would ask you, someone neither you nor your husband recognized. Well, some of the guests were only there because of the positions they held in the jujutsu community, not because they were relatives or friends…

“Oh, um…” you’d stammer, pressing your lips before nodding. “Once. During my school’s exchange event.”

The other person seems to be surprised by your answer, expecting perhaps your union to be completely done in the dark, as most arranged marriages were. And in many ways… it was. This had come out of the blue for you, completely unexpected for you didn’t think your meeting with him was anything memorable.

Apparently not to Naoya, of course, whose mind stuck there, obsessed with seeing you again, eventually thinking the best path to take was to marry you—

The next thing to do after everyone got talked into boredom, was serving the food of course—perhaps the only moment Naoya would have with you, without being disturbed, throughout the whole ceremony. At least until it was time to cut the cake, where once again he found himself believing that maybe having this party wasn’t that great of an idea, especially when he was forced yet again to pose and smile for a picture.

“I don’t want to do this” he openly states as he makes way to the cake, with you beside him. You remain silent, awkwardly standing there as if waiting for instructions, which comes soon after once the photographer your family hired (the elders, of course—your father didn’t want any pictures of this day) sees the perfect shot.

“Get closer!” he’d instruct, looking through the lenses as he motions the couple just where he wanted them. “Turn around towards me a bit—and grab the knife, the two!”

Naoya groans as he reaches over to the knife, tightly grasping the handle, and more than ready to stab the cake—but when he sees your hand loom over his, hesitantly, briefly retracting as if unsure you even had permission to touch him, his anger stop for a quick second, eyes soon darting to yours.

You stare at him, dumbfounded by his quick reaction and leaving you speechless once again— but you don’t succumb to that awkwardness, not when you realize it’s the second time you’ve behaved in such way, and it could be misinterpreted as rude.

So instead, you decide to give him a tight smile, a gesture to symbolize empathy, as well as to ease the tension between the two—you are his wife, after all, wouldn’t it be appropriate for you to get along with him?

An innocent act that kicks Naoya’s heart up a notch, and his eagerness for that night’s activities even higher.

Naoya immediately takes hold of your hand, gently helping you take a better grip of the knife before returning your gesture with a smile of his own.

“Careful” he murmurs against your ear as he moves closer to you, moving the knife to where he thought better. “I wouldn’t want my wife cutting herself.”

You tense up, cheeks red from his closeness, his seeming care, and the fact that he referred to you as his wife.

It’ll take you a while to get used to that title, you assume, but… it does have a nice ring to it. Specially if it came from a man as alluring as Naoya.

You’d now have to admit that, regardless of what your family had said, you were somewhat looking forward to this marriage. It had been the first time anyone had ever considered you in such prospects, and from someone as handsome and influential as he was.

The thought of it makes your cheeks grow even warmer, instinctively leaning into Naoya’s touch as the horizon of your future alongside him unveils itself in your mind, briefly distracting you from the present before your husband asks you to look back to the camera.

“Smile, princess” he says, and you do, holding his hand tighter.

It’s another one of those fleeting instances, meant to be shared just between the two, but the man seeking to preserve the best moments from the wedding couldn’t care less about that, not when the sight before him was genuine.

“That’s perfect!” the photographer says, adjusting his lenses “Hold it—!”

And then—snap! He takes the picture.

It would be the only picture where Naoya appears smiling, and the only one he kept too.

Truly, all that he had done was worth it in the end.

All the time he had to wait, all the sacrifices, all the rejections and disappointments… it had all been worth it.

He couldn’t wait to live out the rest of his life with you as his wife, and he, your husband. To create a home with you, where he’d be welcomed, cherished, loved, with the same gentleness he’d seen you give to others before. Kindness that only belonged to him now.

Naoya felt absolutely blessed to have found the perfect partner in you before anyone else could’ve taken you away.

You simply arrived at the right time.

His heart now knows that from this point forward, it’ll be nothing but smooth sailing.

yeah, stfu naoya. lol

[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈. crossover

feat. Kayden x Fem!Dazai!Reader | wc. 1.9k

sum. Kayden's meeting with a certain suicidal maniac took 10 years of his life

note. this is shorter because i still yet to know about duke's background, if you still haven't been updated to the webtoon then you definitely should, there's a lot plot twists waiting for you y'all.

main m.list eleceed m.list

PART 1 < PART 2

as FRIENDS (frenemies?)

There was once a saying in the Port Mafia that made everyone tremble in fear that is equivalent of the Awakeners hearing Kayden's name

'The greatest misfortune of being Dazai's enemy is the fact you are her enemy.'

Whether Kayden is aware of who you really are or not, it was wise of him to keep you on your good side.

But is that really the case? Were you still the same person you were back in the Port Mafia? Do people still need to heed the warnings about you?

You had asked Kartein about it once during your unexpected stay in Jiwoo's abode. He was silent for a few minutes and you thought he also doesn't have the answer you were looking for.

Actually, it didn't need to be a wise answer, you only need his opinion and outlook regarding to your change. Kartein knows you way back in the PM, not on a personal level but enough to trust his opinions on you.

"A stranger won't be able to tell the difference. If I'm being honest, I can't also tell what change are you referring to."

You theatrically gasped, "After all we've been through, you're still treating me as a stranger? How could you, Kartein!"

Admittedly, you weren't expecting much out of his answer. Both of you haven't been in contact in years, it'll be difficult for him to pin point what actually changed to you.

You were still the same suicidal maniac, that's a definite answer.

Thinking back to it, if you could only talk to Odasaku, would he have a different answer?

For the first time in your life as a detective at ADA, you were in deep thought. Gone with the rambunctious proclamations of your sudden undying love then proceeding to find an equipment for your demise.

"Dazai-san is unusually quiet. . . I don't like it." A mop of grey hair popped its head on the doorway of your office, "Should I ask Ranpo-san if he knows what's going on?" He pondered, particularly no one but to himself.

"Maskhhhh mweee whatm?"

"If there's something wrong with Dazai-san that we should be—" He abruptly paused and glanced behind him to see an over bloated mouth munching, "ACKK! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Eh? Aren't you a weretiger who's supposed to have heightened senses?" The said guy continued to eat, unfazed.

"I'm still partially human, Ranpo-san." He pouted, hurt, before turning back to the door in which Dazai is leaning over with an enigmatic smile.

"My, my, Atsushi-kun. Were you spying on me?"

Deep hues of red painted his cheeks as he tries his best to come up with an excuse, "It wasn't anything like that!"

On his behalf, Ranpo spoke, "The President has a mission for you."

Your eyebrows perched, "Oh? I wish it has something to do with—"

"No suicide is required to accomplish this mission." The greatest detective just knows how to deflate your mood, truly worthy of his title at ADA. While you are now deflated from hearing this.

"This might get difficult. Apparently, one of the Top 10 Awakeners is planning an ambush in the World Academy."

You snorted, "And you're expecting me to diffuse the situation?" Atsushi was more confused than comprehensive.

"Awakeners? I thought Ability users don't meddle in with their business?"

Awakeners and Ability users are basically the epitome of the phrase 'two sides of a coin' and no one can be categorized as a hero nor a villain.

"Correct, however, this is a special request from someone with strong connection on both parties." Ranpo supplied as he keeps chowing down his sweets.

"Like who?"

"You read my mind, Atsushi-kun." You made your way out of your office, not that you were doing something productive anyway.

"Ranpo-san, why did the President accept such request?"

"Who knows what thoughts running in his head, but I do know he wouldn't have done it without any benefits."

". . .But why would he send Dazai-san?"

"Why wouldn't he? She may be a nuthead, but she's one of our best."

Your investigation led you back in South Korea, more precisely, in the Academy of Awakeners where the retired strongest in Korea resides as a principal.

Jiyoung and Inhyuk were the first ones who got informed of your arrival and immediately greeted you at the airport.

And Jiwoo certainly wasn't far behind the news as he begged Kayden to give him an off day to see you.

Even Subin went with Jiyoung to see you. Kartein is only excited to brag about his new attained skill of turning into a cat. Wooin, ever the sweetest big boi, bought extra food to treat you for your return. Now that you're back, Jisuk and Kayden's sixth senses of protecting their precious cinnamon roll are on high alert.

Their mixed reactions caused mayhem on the way to Jiwoo's home, while the lad is certainly delighted to have you back, others have different opinions.

You had forgotten why you were actually in Korea and hang out with them for the rest of the day. It's an oddity how easily you lose yourself to the fun whenever you're with them, especially to Jiwoo who's easy to have fun with.

"I'm so glad you came back! You never got to say farewell to us when you left last time." The blonde boy pouted.

Wooin wordlessly nodded at the back as the your group walk to Jiwoo's house to drop the shopping bags they bought, "You just disappeared out of nowhere then came back without a notice."

"Though I don't think it's great timing since we're going to attend in Awakened Academy next week, we won't be spending time with you as much as we are now." Subin said.

You halted your steps, ". . .Right."

The mission. Dang it!

Jisuk snorts, "I'd be glad if she won't waste our time by tomorrow."

That earned him a kick from the cryo user.

Fortunately for you, Jiyoung is affiliated with the principal and took charge to make it easy for you. Meeting with the retired Awakener was. . . anticlimactic to say the least.

It doesn't seem like he's involved in any shady business, and he does his job to protect young Awakeners diligently.

Oddly enough, he informed you about the upcoming visit of the World Awakened Academy students.

You went home to Jiwoo's with troubled thoughts. He let you stay in his house if you don't have anywhere else to stay and you're broke so you really have no choice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Kayden seemed to pick up your unusual furrowed eyebrows and had doubts to question you or just let you be. He finds it highly suspicious you went back to Korea just to have fun with his apprentice. You must have some business going on.

But his pride won't let him inquire what's boggling your mind, he simply watches you struggle to come up with a solution to your own problem. You're a grown woman anyway.

By the time Jiwoo and his friends are gearing up for their return in the Academy, you disappeared, again. Unlike last time, they were more concerned about your whereabouts as you have left a note that says "I'll be back with a surprise.''

Either your dead body hanging is on the way to surprise them or you got murdered.

That's all the options Kayden could think of, and no, he doesn't take constructive criticism.

"A new instructor? Who is it?" Jiwoo overheard from the students there was a new teacher who taught them. . . questionable things.

Thinking his friends might know who it is, he asked them, but it seems as though they're clueless as who it is.

"Moshi Moshi!" Jisuk fell over his chair and nearly threw the culprit over the window, "WHO THE HEL— Huh?! It's you again?! What are you doing here?"

In contrary to his reaction, Jiwoo welcomed you with open arms, "Y/N, I'm so glad you're here!"

You chuckled at this and patted his head, "Are you now? Don't worry, you won't get rid of me that soon."

"Why's that?" Subin looked particularly surprised but refrained herself from embracing you out of relief that you survived another day with your suicide tendencies.

You grinned like a chesire cat, "I'll be your mentor from now on!"

©OTAKUWORKS | 2023

[aoki553]

'bpd makoto teruhashi??'- a character analysis/yapping session because no one understands the siblings like i do

Time to turn the capslock on for this one! The writing might be incoherent, but I want to focus on getting my thoughts out with this one, so be aware. Let me start this post by clarifying - I am not a psychologist. This is for fun, done used resources I've found online. This is about an anime character, not about a real person's struggles.

Trigger warning for obvious sibling marriage romanticization mention sighhh like we aren't talking about it constantly when it comes to him apparently.

We all know the way Makoto has been protrayed in the series - a comically overexaggerated siscon. His portrayal makes many people uncomfortable due to his perverted obsessive behavior.

Except, I'm going to throw it all out the window cuz in this post I meant to take a look at his behavior from a fan's perspective without any biases like 'eww yucky siscon make me uncomfy'. NONE of that here.

I'll start by addressing the elephant in the room and the main reason i'm making this post: Makoto's obsession. Both of the Teruhashi siblings have obvious superiority complexes, however, Makoto is overshadowed by his little sister's charm, whom he idealizes and has an unhealthy attachment to. He's aware of his own charm and beauty, but only takes it to account to point out how he's the only one worthy of Kokomi's love and attention.

Kokomi has clearly been his whole world ever since she was born. A life-long fascination and attachment that went unnoticed. His perfect little sister is able to change his mood drastically whenever she's getting attention from anyone other than him or is even slightly dissatisfied with him.

He lacks a sense of self - only Kokomi matters for him. He's able to ditch his responsibilities in an instant, only to be with her. He's depicted as a cherub to Kokomi's goddess appearance in the mobile game and as a chauffeur in the Duet Shite KudaPsi anime end credits. Always below her, as her servant.

He becomes severely distressed and panics over even something so simple as a her getting a cold. (Just like everyone else at her school, but he's there for her.)

At all times he needs to make sure she isn't surrounded by men that are 'unworthy' of her, even to the point of stalking her to get some piece of mind. He craves her approval and cares for her like no one else in the entirety of the manga. (Example: Taking her to movie theatres and watch every movie he has ever starred in to show her.) These are signs of Kokomi being Makoto's 'favorite person'.

Awesome, but does it explain Makoto seeing her not as his sister, but as a future wife? Is it just him making things way creepier in his mind than they need? Yes, actually.

Makoto's overprotective and obsessive behavior is comically exaggerated, duh, but if we think about it for a second... Kokomi is a person he's been there for her whole life, he provides and protects her from unwanted attention. He dedicated his whole life to her and knowing there is an unavoidable future of his whole world collapsing because someone will take his place. Not as a siblings, but as a lover - something more important than family. How can he avoid this? By being the one to marry her, of course. No one but him is worthy of her anyway, right? Why should she need anyone else? No matter how messed up that sounds, it's his way of thinking.

Now let's go over some of the diagnostic criteria for BPD. I'll be using this site and infographic as my resource, just to give a few simple (but appropiate in my opinion) examples.

Fear of abandonment, rejection - while it's not explicitly stated, I believe his 'marriage' thing is just that. Not wanting to be abandonned and forgotten by the only person he loves and cares about. I don't believe he has any perverted motive behind it. Just fear and wanting her only for himself.

Idealization and devaluation - both extremes show up in his behavior. Most notably towards Kokomi or Kusuo. He's hostile and outright rude to Kusuo, but the moment Kokomi shows up he becomes all sunshine and rainbows. Another example of it is his indifference towards Kokomi's friends, compared to the excessive attention he gives to his sister. My theory is that Makoto doesn't have relationships due to a predisposition to making his relations with other people unstable, or never even bothering to try in the first place. (Like he is towards Ruchi, for example.)

Impulsivity and inappropiate anger - he rushes to anger the moment his love is threatened. A simple thought of Kokomi getting romantic advances enrages him. Even if it could cost him his career or his public image - something Kokomi cares about the most for herself, the opposite to her brother.

Emotional instability - we've only been shown his mood swings like the one below. If we got to see more of his personal life, this one would be much clearer, but it's something a siscon pun character doesn't get to have in a comedy manga, so I'll leave it at that.

Paranoia - Let the image below speak for itself... His delusions can be interpreted as a symptom on its own, too.

But what could've caused this? Since we never see what the Teruhashi siblings' parents are like, it's easy to assume Makoto has a role of her caretaker or a provider, due to only these two being ever shown living in the wealthy Teruhashi residency. The only time we ever see their parents being acknowledged is when Saiko spread a fake rumor of Mugami Tooru having an affair. Note: We never actually see them, we don't know if they're even there.

My personal theory is simple - Kokomi's charm and absent parental figures must've affected Makoto's development and made him emotionally dependent solely on Kokomi's well being. I'm taking his idol career into an account as well, since he must've been scouted into show business in his teens, or earlier. (He was already famous by 17.)

Conclusion: I think Makoto is an interesting example of a person with BPD in media, but I'm often disappointed how little we talk about it. Or maybe I'm just too obsessed with him to see him only as what he is on the surface. :3

PHEW. So after like 4 hours of trying to put my words into one big post I think that's all I had to say for now about this topic~! I have a lot of love for this boy and I really needed to get my thoughts out about this theory of mine. Sorry for unnecessary rambling and incoherence at times. Thanks for reading!

[rainy-astrology]

Mercury signs

My view on mercury ruling different signs. Mercury is the planet of communication - the way you talk, the way you think and make decisions. May change/add to this later.

Aspects to Mercury, house placements, and degrees can affect how your mercury expresses itself

If you like kpop and astrology, I do chart readings on idols. List is here

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Aries

Aries mercury people seem to be very blunt and straightforward. Although, all fire mercuries are like that...Honestly can't tell which one is more honest: Aries or Sagittarius lol. Not afraid to argue, seem easy to anger and saying anything in the name of "defending" themselves.

I have a sibling with an Aries mercury and another with a Sag mercury... They can both be quite mean ngl. I think Aries mercury is more prone to getting mad and yelling, whereas a Sagittarius mercury will just sass and insult you. In my experience anyway...

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Taurus

Such nice voices. Often make for amazing singers (iirc, a lot of singers with amazing range and tone have Taurus mercury). They like to take their time to think through things and make firm decisions. They are decisive and may be stubborn.

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Gemini

Mercury in Gemini is domicile. Curious and knowledge seeking individuals, always wanting to learn and do new things. Lots of mental energy, their brains never shut off. They prefer to detach from their emotions and remain rational and logical.

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Cancer

Cancer in mercury are often very intuitive and sensitive. Can read other's moods and emotions very well. Soft spoken and quiet. People often seem to be very comfortable with sharing deep, personal stories with us even if we've just barely met. Also may have lower/deeper tones.

Cue all the times people have randomly trauma dumped on me lol. Not too long ago, I had a customer tell me a traumatic event from their childhood while smiling. I didn't say or ask them anything that would have led them to tell me that. Mind you, I am just training as a nail tech, not a therapist or anything. Funnily enough though, I did consider and still do consider becoming a pyschologist...I think a lot of Cancer mercuries are just a natural at drawing people's deeper emotions out.

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Leo

Honey type of voice, loud, and noticeable. Have loud laughs especially. Voices are usually deeper. They can be natural leaders who don't mind taking initiative and center stage. They may be really creative people. They're emotional people and don't mind showing it.

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Virgo

Mercury is exalted in Virgo. Studious, particular way of speaking, and perfectionistic. Articulate and detail oriented. They can have great focus and motivation when it comes to working on anything. Can be quite meticulous.

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Libra

Very friendly and smooth, can definitely be flirtatious. They just know what to say to get others to like them, very charming. They can also be good at calming tense situations down, since Libras value harmony and peace. They may be a bit indecisive as they see every side in situations.

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Scorpio

Investigative and deep, wants to know everything. Don't lie to them. Often have good memory, so definitely do not hurt them in any way. They will remember for life and hold that against you. They're prone to overthinking.

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Sagittarius

Detrimental under Mercury. Sagittarius likes to focus on the big idea and go on from there, while Mercury wants the little details and to be exact. Blunt and honest people. Also very funny. Open minded and honestly don't really care what other people think.

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Capricorn

Capricorn Mercuries are generally quiet. Disciplined and always ready to achieve whatever they set their minds to. Realistic and maybe slow speaking. Likely the type to give you advice and solutions rather than be emotionally comforting.

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Aquarius

Can be a bit judgemental, make strong opinions and judgements. But they are willing to change them if they want to. They're somehow both stubborn yet flexible about their beliefs.

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Pisces

Mercury is fall in Pisces. Pisces mercuries seem...confused whenever they talk. Tendency to space out and get lost in their inner world. They seem to struggle with articulating their thoughts. May be forgetful or remember things incorrectly

Reminds me of a post I read some time ago...The person mentioned having a Pisces mercury in their chart and how it was a struggle for Pisces Mercuries to word their thoughts precisely. I could tell bc that person's explanation was very confusing. They could have explained it in one-two sentences instead of a messy paragraph... I don't mean to be mean though - that was just a really good example of how disorganized a Pisces Mercury's mind can be.

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If you like kpop and typology, I do typology profiles for idols on my main blog @rainymbti

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Other planets

Rising | Sun | Moon | Venus | Mars | Jupiter

[iblisterbottoms]

I suppose this is going to bring up some controversy. But I would like to know everyone's opinions on safewords. Now what I'm going to talk about is spanking and safewords specifically and nothing else.

I assume people invented and keep using safe words to make a play safer and easier.

I'm not really surprised it makes neither safer nor easier for me. Don't shout I'm mental and dangerous though, until you will finish reading the post.

I hate safewords, they never increase the amount of trust or the safety feeling.

The simplest explanation is that if a top insist on choosing a safeword my mind translates it as 'It's your responsibility to stop the play if you need, I'm not going to bother and try to understand your reaction or try to assess how much pain you are in, I'm just going to whack you'.

I KNOW it's not what any descent top would meant by wanting to play with chosen safeword, but that's just the first thought that pops straight into my mind. Can't help it.

Of course I can't imagine playing without a way to stop the play if I feel like. I just never left a need for one chosen, awkward word.

Some people like colours like green, yellow and red.

Or something more unusual like 'butterfly'.

So let me ask a question - why?

Isn't it easier (when someones in headspace thinking 'butterfly' doesn't seem to be easy), more natural and scene preserving to just say what I think?

Like 'strap wraps', 'please, don't hit me so high', 'I can't take it' etc.? I know myself and my mind and I know I would never enjoyed the feeling of a strap wrapping or my tail bone being hit so that seems to be a reasonable request any top should/will respect.

I don't need to go out of character, safeword, explain what's the problem and then try to go back into play-mood.

As far as 'I can't take it' goes... That's probably the closest thing to a safeword anyone can get. And again, that's impossible they would use that phrase in a roleplay to protest it just doesn't work.

There is also a lot word-less reactions that point pretty clearly that they're struggling for real (of course that needs number of previous roleplays for the top to get to know someone a bit). Though I like to think play-wise your partner would be easy to read. They touch their bum if the stroke was too much (I mean why would they try to steal from themselves the lovely feeling if it was indeed lovely? LOL).

Maybe the whole safeword aversion is just because they're rather a simple person? Plausibility and authenticity over acting? Instinct over planned reactions?

Anyway, I wonder whether someone would share their idea on safewords and happy they are to use them or do you feel like I do about them when spanking someone or being spanked?

[gurugirl]

I love stepdad Harry! Always brings a smile to my face when i see youve posted (guilty pleasure yum). Thank you for the last one!

but i cannot get enough of stepmom reader. You’ve made that one into something really special. In fact I told someone about it last week and they were like ~ nope. Not into stepmom stuff or older yn. Nope ~

but then guess what? they wound up reading it and binged all three parts and admitted to me that they were wrong 😂 I’m like ‘yeah I know’

just wanted to share that with you! Your stepmom fic is so shockingly good (not shocking bc you’re not a good writer, shocking bc it’s a trope most of us were not interested in) that it’s quickly become my top 5 all time favorite.

i cannot wait for part 4! I adore them and you so much. Do you have any idea when part 4 will come out? Any sneaky???

ps.. sorry for the weird capitalization stuff going on there. My phone decided when to capitalize randomly and I’m too lazy to fix.

A Good Boy sneak peek under the cut below!

🥹 thank you so much, babe. Really glad you liked the stepdad!harry from yesterday! That was a quick little fun thing to write.

As for stepmom!reader - wow! I really love that you're liking it so much and talking about it with other people and that your friend changed their mind 😂 Seems to be the theme for that fic. So many of y'all didn't think you'd like it based on the trope alone but I'm surprised that you guys did enjoy it anyway! Makes me smile.

So, I'm almost done with part 4. I think I can have it out by Thursday? Maybe? I'm super busy today (well, busy for me LOL) and gonna try to write but I've also got something I'm working on that someone paid me to write so I'm prioritizing that. Thursday at the earliest I'll post part 4 but I'll let y'all know.

And the random capitalization? My phone does the same. 😂 The words can't, can, and don't often get capitalized in the middle of sentences and it's a crapshoot on when the beginning of a sentence will be capitalized or not. I need to turn it off so it just leaves everything lowercase. So no judgement from me!

Sneak peek below !! (just remember this is literally copied from the word doc I'm writing in and hasn't been proofread or edited so some changed may be made before I post part 4)

Y/n was wearing her newly altered peach silk dress. The alterations were simple. The straps and hem were adjusted and the back column was dropped down a bit to drape to her low back. Her strappy nude heels were well-worn but comfortable because she was just simply not in the mood to wear the stiff, new heels she’d just bought.

The estate of Rebecca Manera was impressive. Probably equally as impressive as Leonardo Styles’. Most of the guests had already arrived by the time the Styles’ walked through the front door a little late.

Leo scolded Y/n for taking so long to get ready and making them run behind but in all honesty, she didn’t give a fuck. They could be half an hour late. No one would care. Why rush to go to a party? It’s not like they needed to clock in and earn a paycheck.

“It’s rude, Y/n. That’s why it matters. You’re so goddamn rude sometimes. You only think about yourself.”

She turned sharply to look at her husband in shock. That was the first time he’d ever said such a thing to her. Normally he had no opinion on how she conducted herself. She was chronically late. Yes, she could admit that was a flaw in her character but she was on time when it really counted. But to get so worked up over a party? And to insult her on top of it?

That had set the whole mood for the night. And now she was even more suspicious about this Rebecca.

But when Rebecca did make her appearance and introduced herself to Y/n she was taken aback. The woman had to be in her 50s. She was pretty, sure, but not quite Leo’s type. If Y/n were any sort of indicator of a type.

Servers walked around with trays and served the couples in attendance. There were only ten couples there as well as Rebecca’s two daughters, Y/n learned. Quite the intimate affair really.

Leo brought a glass of wine to Y/n as she chatted with Mrs. Topman (she never learned her first name, as the woman literally introduced herself as Mrs. Topman).

“Here you are darling.” His green eyes shined down at her before searching the room casually. She was on to Leo. But she found it odd that the woman he was with in the Hamptons was Rebecca. She was intrigued.

She watched Rebecca mingle and sip wine and laugh and there was nothing there that made Y/n think Leo would be interested in her sexually. But maybe that was it, Y/n thought to herself as she cocked her head to the side watching the woman speak boisterously. Maybe it wasn’t sexual. Maybe it was a woman he felt a deeper connection with than he did with Y/n. Perhaps it hadn’t started sexual but led there.

The snack table was set up with decadent treats. Y/n picked up a toast smeared with something pink, topped with heart-shaped tomatoes on top as she scanned the room for Leo, wondering where he’d gone off to. It hadn’t been that long but knowing about Rebecca being with him made things feel like she was in some kind of true crime detective story and was trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Though there was no crime being committed, she could entertain herself with that thought.

“Are you enjoying your time tonight?”

Y/n turned her sight to Rebecca who was next to her picking up the same toast with pink schmear.

“It’s amazing. Your home is so lovely, Mrs. Manera,” she smiled and noted the woman’s massive diamond ring in addition to her massive diamond wedding ring.

“Why thank you. Phineas has put in so much work to make this large shell into a lovely cozy home.”

Y/n nearly spat her bite out. The home was anything but cozy.

“It’s incredible. Where is Mr. Manera tonight?”

“Oh, just over there,” she pointed to a man in tweed with thick black-framed glasses, “You haven’t met yet?”

Rebecca led the way as Y/n walked in her wake to meet Mr. Manera. She had still not spotted her own husband.

“Phineas, dear, this is Mrs. Styles. Leonardo’s wife.”

The man held his hand out, “Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Styles.”

“Likewise. You can call me Y/n.”

 “Well, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here. Where’s Leo anyway? Haven’t seen him.”

Turning around quickly to look over her shoulder she shrugged and faced the man and his wife again, “Not sure actually. I haven’t seen him in a bit myself,” she laughed. And before she could even think about what she was implying she spoke to Rebecca, “But I’m sure you’ve seen enough of him since you saw him in the Hampton’s this weekend.”

Rebecca and Phineas’ smiles dropped as they looked at one another and then back to Y/n, “I haven’t been to the Hamptons in over a decade. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Parker? Our daughter? She was just there all weekend with her girlfriends.”

A Good Boy Masterlist

A Good Boy tags: @becauseheartsgetbroken-hs @shishcabobsworld @daphnesutton @spinnerswife69 @holy-macncheese-balls @cookielovesbook-akie @lilfreakjez @itsgigikay @amateurduck

[the-smut-analyst]

Fantasy Rom-Coms

The genre I never knew I needed. Until I found it.

Short 'n' sweet book rec post today (because I know I've been doing a lot of deep-dive analyses of late). I deserve a break. You deserve a break. So let's do it.

Here's my top three fantasy rom-com series at the moment!

Pick them up if you enjoy a bit of smutty fantasy and are in the mood to laugh.

1. Anything by Kimberly Lemming

I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don't even think they were built with my back in mind.

Lemming is an auto-buy author for me. This woman is bloody hilarious. The humour is farcical and somewhat absurdist, which is my absolute favourite style. I grew up with the likes of Monty Python, The Mighty Boosh, and The Confessions of Georgia Nicholson - so Lemming's work is right up my alley.

Her character Alexis, the dirty-talking sword (yes, you read that correctly) is, in my mind, nothing short of comedic genius.

"Oh my god, chip my steal, you're so annoying," Alexis snapped. "Maybe if you fixed your attitude and took a bath once in a while, women would talk to you. You smell like old cheese and a mother's regret."

I know some reviewers have been thrown off my the modern vernacular in Lemming's work, due to its medieval-like fantasy setting. However, I think that is exactly what makes these books so good (and refreshing).

The love interests speak a bit more "ye oldy", while the female protagonists speak like we do. The result is something akin to what might happen if a modern romance reader were dropped into a smutty fantasy world. It's brilliant. For example:

"Every scratch," he whispered, his tone gentle and comforting. "Every bruise, I will pay back in fire and blood." I blinked. "Um... that is so sweet but so unnecessary."

I'd recommend reading Lemming's work in publication order, which is as follows (links included):

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon

Mistlefoe (novella - available with KU)

That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

Two Scoops of Hellfire (novella - standalone - available with KU)

A Bump in Boohail (novella - available with KU)

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Human

2. Alphas of Nasila series by V.K. Ludwig

“If you ever see me running in heels, then you better run, too,” she says with a scoff. “What am I supposed to run away from, anyway?” “Me!” “Why? You got a chase kink or something?”

The best way I can think to describe this series is that it is Omegaverse satire. The pairings are alien males and human females, and the smut / romance includes all your fairly standard A/B/O tropes - with the exception of non-con. The consent is refreshingly solid here.

Book one of this series, Heat for Hire, was actually my entry into the Omegaverse. If you're unfamiliar with the genre, then this is a good place to start because the protagonist, Elli, is unfamiliar with how alpha/omega pairings work. So all the... ahem... knotting, heat cycles, etc. are explained via her first experience of them.

My skin prickles at the memory of Rhen’s growl. But only until I remember that I rubbed myself to orgasm on a civil servant.

However, book two, Knot for Nest is by far the best of the series, in my opinion. The chemistry between the two protagonists, Lucy and Tjor, is brilliant - and it's just a genuinely hilarious read. Lucy is a snarky, independent omega who absolutely knows how to play the big, bad alphas to her advantage.

Book three, Purr for Purchase, is a lot higher angst (and less comedic) than its predecessors. It wasn't really my cup of tea, but that's just because I'm not a huge fan of pregnancy in romance.

If you've tried the Omegaverse before but not enjoyed it because of the power imbalances or dub/non-con, then I'd still recommend this series. The Omega / Alpha dynamic is very much reserved for the bedroom and does not reflect how the couple interacts outside of it. This is particularly true of Lucy and Tjor. She might enjoy being "dominated" during sex, but she genuinely holds all the power in the relationship.

“Big, bad alpha, all calm and well-behaved between my thighs.”

The characters in each Alphas of Nasila book are interconnected and the events chronological. However, you do not necessarily have to read these books in order. If you're sceptical of the Omegaverse in general, start with book two. All these novels are available with KU.

3. Claws & Cubicles Series by Kate Prior

Some people really haven’t adjusted to life under the Dark Reign of Terror yet. Some things are different, but honestly it’s all cosmetic. Things aren’t that different from when we had a normal, living CEO.

This series is like The Office, but with monsters (and smut). The dry, relatable humour of a boring corporate job - but with non-human co-workers like orcs, the undead, etc - is genius.

The comedy definitely leans into that classic British deadpan / understatement style. Think IT Crowd, Faulty Towers, and After Life. I think anyone who's ever worked in an office will definitely be smirking and chuckling their way through this series.

“You could have just called me in. I’ve got skin.” I wonder if that last remark is rude or something. After all, he doesn’t really have skin, to my knowledge. I hope I don’t have to take an undead sensitivity training class now.

Book one, Live Laugh Lich, gets pretty kinky (the MMC has three... er... yes). The smut here isn't going to be for everyone. But I liked the humour so much that I didn't really mind if the intimate scenes weren't my cup of tea.

However book two, The Orc From the Office, holds a much broader appeal, I think. I adored this installment. I'd recommend pushing through and reading this, even if you had mixed feelings on book one. The orc MMC is a socially awkward cinnamon roll and I love him.

I wonder distantly if my health insurance covers being eviscerated by Orc cock.

Book three, The Gargoyle from General Management, left me a bit wanting in terms of the character development. However, the setting of everyone being away together on a company retreat was comedy gold.

All of the Claws & Cubicles books are available on KU.

That's all! I hope you enjoy the smutty rom-com fantasy recs!

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