#i don’t think this one will be curved and my probability one def will

[princessbrunette]

Foaming at the mouth for jealous controlling “Where do you think you’re going dressed like that” Rafe but something about “Wear whatever you want I can fight (and im strapped)” Rafe… 🥵

ok esp for girly reader who lives and breathes mini skirts and tiny tops (def not self serving… not at all…)

because you really expect rafe to be the first type. and to a degree, he is— if you’re going out alone that is. usually, you bow your head to it, because really — you tell yourself — he’s just concerned about your safety. there are some real creeps out there, and going out alone in a mini skirt is a sure recipe for disaster, right?

he’s bringing you to a party on the beach. you didn’t usually go partying with rafe, and he liked it that way — because that’s where he did the most business, cashing out on rich coke heads. you knew he wouldn’t be selling at a beach party, purely because anyone stupid enough to try and snort anything would end up ingesting a fuck-tonne of sand, and it’s just not the kinda complaint he’s in the mood to hear. you actually just get to hang out with him and his friends, and this excites you.

you test the waters, stepping out of your room when he waits in the living room leant against the shelf scrolling on his phone. you know it’s likely he’ll turn you right back around and send you changing due to the little pink co-ord clinging to your every curve. it’s cupping your tits and hugging your waist and leaving all but nothing to the imagination, but it’s been a while since you’ve worn something fun like that — so you try your luck anyway.

“m’ready!” you grin, sticking your arms out by your side all cute. he looks up from his phone, eyes all wide and vacant for a second, lips pouted in thought and briefly drops his eyes up and down your body.

“yeah, looks good kid.” he drawls, flipping his phone deftly between his fingers and stuffing it into his pocket. his eyes linger around your tits again before meeting your eye, walking towards you with a happy and simple smile, one that says ‘can we go now?’

your brows raise and you look down at yourself in surprise. “i’m surprised. you’re letting me wear this out?” you gaze up at him, lips twitching up. you think he’s making an active decision to be less controlling for a moment. he shrugs lazily, eyes flickering around the room as if to say ‘so?’ and with that he lifts the end of his button-up, revealing a glock tucked into his waistband.

oh.

“yeah i don’t think anyone’s gonna have the nerve to step out of line, a’ight? ‘look after my girl.” he steps closer to you, hand coming up to scratch affectionately behind your ears like you’re a dog. you don’t mind.

you stare up at him, all doe eyed and shocked. he thinks it’s adorable honestly, all scared over a little pistol. hell, you’d probably never even seen one in real life before, let alone this close.

“rafe…” you start unsurely, breathily, but he cuts you off, hand caressing your cheek, tilting his head down and raising his eyebrows.

“hey. you wear what you want with me, yeah? m’protected. strapped. it’s okay.” he enunciates, and well— you’re not really in the place to argue. you nod, still wide eyed and he gives your cheek an affectionate tap, squinting his eyes with a satisfied smile.

as imagined, rafes temper rears it’s ugly head one beer down, catching a poor boy a year or two his junior, eyes fixated on the way your ass was moving when you walked along the sand, unbeknownst to wandering eyes. of course, the boy ended up backed up against the pier with the cool end of the gun pressed into his jaw, terrified whimpers ripped from his throat.

“wanna look at my girl, huh? think i’m gonna let that shit run?” rafe is gripping the smaller boy by the collar, teeth grit, animalistic. your breath hitches, you think he may actually shoot this kid.

“rafe…” you call out urgently, not wanting to get too close.

“no! i—” the boy tries to argue, and you really feel for him, because rafe only presses the gun harder against his chin.

“no? better keep your eyes to yourself or i’m gonna be the last thing you fuckin’ see is that understood? is that understood asshole?” he grits out, eyes wet and watery from adrenaline.

“rafe! stop!” you call out, brows furrowed and tears brimming. he sighs, finally hearing you and steps back, not taking his eyes off the mortified boy infront of him. he stares until the kid grows the balls to run off, tripping and kicking up sand as he disappears to the other side of the pier where the rest of the party goers were. it’s only then he looks back at you.

“shit.” he sighs out, shaking his head, shaking himself off completely as he stares out at the moons reflection on the ocean.

you hug yourself, watching him mellow out a little. he tucks the glock back into his waistband, yanking his shirt out again to cover it.

“you’re not bringing that thing out again.” you accuse, pointing to his gun shape tucked into his pants. he blows you off, lifting a hand and walking the other way before turning back suddenly.

“i have to protect you, you understand? if i can’t bring this out with me you— you can’t bring that.” he lifts an arm, gesturing to your lower body. you stare at him in confusion before looking down. your… ass? was he talking about your ass?

“how am i supposed to leave my ass at home, rafe?” you argue, and as soon as the words leave your mouth— you can’t help but let out a giggle. you’re mad at him, yes — but the demand was funny, you couldn’t deny.

you think he’s gonna get mad, maybe wipe the smile off your face, but his sigh turns into a giggle too, looking away from you. the irritation from his face melts into something more boyish and young, his tongue sticking out between his teeth as he lets out a low chuckle. this only makes you chortle more, and he shakes his head, trying to hide his amusement as he waddles toward you on the uneven sand, holding out his arm and reaching you, bringing you beneath it into his side.

“alright, come on trouble.” he smirks, leading you back to the party. “y’still in a partying mood?”

[7s3ven]

hii ! i love your writing so much so you know i had to request a luke imagine 💝

i’m thinking of a reader with a protective godly parent (your choice of which god), who is very selective on who they allow their child to date. luke has loved them for years, so one night he prays to their parent for approval. idk if you’ve watched gilmore girls, but I’m imagining the scene where dave tries to convince lane’s mom to allow her to date ! (if you haven’t seen the show, its a popular clip on tt that you could look up if u wanted)

i’m picturing fluff but could def make it angst too, so it’s whatever you want! also, i’m a fem reader, but i don’t mind gender neutral or anything like that

tysm ! ❤️

DAVE AND LANE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENDING GAME

I LIKE ME BETTER. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Luke is on a mission to prove himself to the father of the girl he loves. He’ll do anything for her hand, even if said god is asking him to do some particularly stupid stunts.

“I like me better when I’m with you.”

Warnings: drinking, smoking, and vaping mentioned

A/N: Guys… I love loser! Luke AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO. I feel like Dionysus would be the guy to put Luke through all this stuff just for his own amusement

Also, this is my little birthday gift for y’all 😽. Bc it’s my bday today 🙀

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The first thing when you thought of a daughter of Dionysus’ was a troublemaker, one that rivalled the Stoll brothers. Maybe an alcoholic with bad habits engraved in her mind like her father.

Y/N was a total shock to the camp. How could such a sweet, kind, dazzling girl be the daughter of Dionysus? She didn’t have one mean or sarcastic bone in her body.

She was as bright as Apollo’s kids, as beautiful as the Aphrodite girls prancing around in mini skirts and small tops, and as friendly as the Demeter children who grew roses alongside her. So, it wasn’t a surprise that boys craned their heads to peek at her, something her father hated witnessing. Nobody, not one mere mortal or even a godly being, was good enough for his beloved daughter.

Dionysus held Y/N close. She reminded him of her mother, who died giving birth to her. He had already lost one important woman in his life. He wasn’t going to let history repeat itself again.

“Dad?” Y/N called out into her father’s room, wrinkling up her nose when she almost stumbled over a wine bottle rolling around. Her father was forbidden to consume alcohol but that didn’t stop him from tricking the younger campers into fetching him some.

After concluding that her father wasn’t in his quarters, Y/N took the bottle and wandered to find a bin. The trash cans were always moving around, which made it a mission to find one.

As Y/N passed by the Hermes cabin, she heard her name. She glanced over her shoulder, innocently staring at the pair of boys who were conversing outside. One was leaning against a wooden pillar while the other rested his arms against the railing of the porch.

One noticed Y/N and he nudged his friend, quickly changing their conversation topic.

Y/N recognised Luke Castellan. The Aphrodite girls loved to rave about him, about how handsome and talented he was. How they wished they could kiss him. How they wanted to be held in his arms.

He wasn’t bad looking in Y/N’s eyes, quite adorable actually. She watched as his lips curved into an amused smile as he looked at Chris and how his eyes crinkled slightly. Despite wanting to admire him, Y/N forcefully turned her head. She wasn’t allowed to date. That was one of her father’s golden rules.

She was allowed to drink, allowed to smoke, probably even allowed to go skinny-dipping in the dead of night. Her father was fine with anything as long as she wasn’t around any boys. Of course, she never did consume alcohol or take a much needed hit from a cigarette. She had seen other kids do it.

One of the Ares kids was constantly sneaking in and out of camp to buy new vapes. She had even witnessed Luke of all people, the esteemed golden boy, the role model, blow a cloud of smoke from his lips.

Y/N was always scared she was missing out but she valued her healthy lungs, which had played a part in her surviving a terrifying harpy while on her way to camp.

“She’s perfect.” Luke whispered to Chris.

“Too bad Mr D won’t let you near her.”

It was a known fact that nobody was allowed to date Y/N. She was the camp princess. The only demigod with a parents who cared enough about her to be actively involved in her life. Not even Annabeth had that kind of bond with Athena.

Luke hoped one day Dionysus would let him near Y/N. Until then, he was fine admiring her from afar because he knew no other guys could approach her either.

"You know, I heard Dionysus won't be at the campfire tonight... you could make a move." Chris nudged Luke, muttering quietly so nobody else heard him.

Luke had always been determined to be the first to sweep Y/N off her feet. This was his chance to fulfil that broad claim. He didn't know how he'd do it but when there's a will, there's a way.

All throughout the day, Luke kept close tabs on Y/N. When she was in the arena he was there too, polishing the spare swords. When she was in the garden, Luke happened to be amongst the tall grass too. And he gazed longingly at her from across the pavilion during lunch. She sat alone at her table, Dionysus nowhere in sight.

Luke's heart hammered in his chest as he slowly stood up. Chris slapped his back as a way of encouraging him but it only made his anxiety spike.

“Go get her, tiger.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Luke picked up the pace when he realized that a few other boys the same idea as his. “Hey, Y/N.” He got to her first.

She lifted her head, staring at him through her lashes. She smiled. “Hi, Luke.” She saw his eyes light up.

“You know my name?”

“I’ve been here longer than you. Plus, it’d help concerning if I didn’t know the name of the best swordsman.”

“I’m not that good.”

“You won in a 4 V 1 battle.” Y/N pointed out.

“Did I? I didn’t even notice.”

Y/N let out an amused laugh but she immediately cut herself off when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Luke cleared his throat, standing upright.

“Good afternoon, Mr D.” He politely greeted the god.

“Scram, Castellan.” Mr D ordered, glowering at the teenager. Luke quickly nodded and speed-walked back to his table, where Chris was trying to muffle his laughter.

“He wasn’t even flirting with me, dad.” Y/N huffed and furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes wandered to Luke, feeling a little sorry for him.

“Stop looking at him, Y/N.” Dionysus lightly scolded her. Y/N pouted and pushed the food on her plate around with her fork.

“I wish you would let me date. I’m the only girl who hasn’t kissed someone.” She muttered, huffing.

“I will not let you date a hooligan.”

“Daddy, Luke isn’t a hooligan. He’s sweet. He’s the best swordsman in three hundred years.”

“Which means he could easily hurt you.”

“He wakes up early to go for a run.”

“Wow, the perfect set-up to cheat.”

“He’s good with kids.”

“He’ll want his own kids with you soon.”

“That last one didn’t even make sense.”

“I know a man’s mind, Y/N. Luke Castellan is a dangerous boy.”

Y/N glanced at Luke and Dionysus followed her gaze. Luke was attempting to balance a spoon on his tongue while Chris cracked up.

“Dangerous, huh? I’m absolutely terrified.” Y/N sarcastically deadpanned.

“He’s acting innocent.”

“Sure.”

Fathers always had a weird vendetta against the idea of their daughters dating. Dionysus was no different. If anything, he was worse. He was always popping up at the worst times, such as just now. He never let the attention of a boy linger on Y/N for too long, scared it would take her away from him. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose.

“It’s so unfair.” Y/N huffed as she plucked petals off a rose Silena had randomly given her. “He won’t let me date or go to the parties. I’m not even allowed to look at a boy!” Y/N groaned, leaning back in her foldable chair.

She was sitting with Silena in front of the quiet lake, watching as the wind rippled across the still water.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Silena suggested, sipping on a tall glass of whatever drink she had mixed.

“Nothing works! Someday he’ll have to let me date. He can’t stop me forever. I’m almost twenty now!”

Silena hummed before offering Y/N some pineapple juice.

“Any new gossip, though? Besides Mr D being a total cock block.”

“Well… there’s this one guy.” Y/N murmured, shyly flicking her straw around. Silena immediately sat up.

“Tell me everything!” She quickly demanded. “What’s his name? Is he cute? Can he fight?”

“He can’t fight… and he’s good-looking. He’s, uh,” Y/N diverted her gaze elsewhere, “Also a son… of Hermes.”

“Luke Castellan!” Silena exclaimed without hesitation. “I knew there was something going on when he approached her! Why haven’t you taken an interest in him before? You and him have been here for ages.”

“He had a middle part before.”

“Oh, I remember that!” Silena let out a quiet giggle as she relaxed again, kicking her feet in excitement. “Ask him out.”

“You’re forgetting one problem. My dad!”

Silena shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Make Luke prove himself to Mr D. That worked with my dad!”

“Luke proved himself to your dad?”

“No, silly! It was another boy. But if Luke wants to be seen as worthy, he has to impress Mr D!”

“I guess.” Y/N mumbled as she slowly nodded her head.

“Great. Let’s get ready for the campfire. A new Ares boy arrived and I want to see Melo flirt with him. She flirts with everyone.”

Y/N poked a large marshmallow through the skewer before shoving it into the hot flames in front of her. Silena was talking but she was too spaced out to hear a word.

Y/N aimlessly hummed and occasionally nodded her head. “Yup.” She muttered, turning her marshmallow over and watching as the soft white treat turned crisp.

“Are you even listening? I said Luke is staring at you.”

That got Y/N’s attention. She quickly lifted her head, her gaze immediately searching for the brunette. She found him amongst the Hermes kids and a few of the Aphrodite girls loitered around him. He smiled at her for a split second before his eyes flickered to Y/N’s marshmallow.

He subtly pointed at it and Y/N huffed once she realized her marshmallow had caught fire and been burnt black. “That was my last one.” She threw the skewer into the fire, allowing the hot flames to swallow it up.

“Well, you did keep eating them.” Silena pointed out.

Y/N sent her a small glare. “You’re literally eating one of my marshmallows right now. You have a whole pile sitting on your skirt!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Silena was quick to shove the rest into her mouth. “Bye!” She exclaimed but her words were muffled by the marshmallows.

“You owe me!” Y/N called out after her.

“Is Silena stealing marshmallows again?” Luke chuckled as he came to a stop in front of Y/N. He shoved his hands into his pockets whilst Y/N nodded.

“She does this every time. She’s stealing from Annabeth now!” Y/N wildly gestured over at Silena who was sweetly convincing Annabeth to hand over a few marshmallows.

“She should be notorious for being the marshmallow thief.” Luke grinned. He sat down beside Y/N, their shoulders gently brushing.

“Sorry about my dad at lunch.” Y/N blurted out. “He can be a tad… overprotective. You know how he is.”

“Well, I did see him set somebody’s clothes on fire for winking at you.”

Y/N quietly sighed. “Yeah… poor Nick. May he rest in peace.”

Luke glanced over at Nick who was guarding his marshmallows with his life. “He isn’t dead, you know.”

“Yeah, but he looked like he died back then.”

A familiar presence appeared from behind the pair and Luke immediately stiffened while Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Castellan. What are you doing talking with my daughter?” Dionysus sounded friendly yet when he slung an arm around Luke’s shoulder, he could tell the god was holding back on strangling him.

“We’re just talking about Silena and her marshmallows, daddy.” Y/N quickly piped up, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Castellan, let’s have a chat, shall we?” Dionysus dragged Luke off before either of the teens could stop him.

“Mr D, before you say anything, please don’t set me on fire! And if you do, spare my pants! These were expensive and I even got them on sale!”

“Keep your pants on, kid.” Dionysus grunted, knowing Luke was fully prepared to unbutton his jeans in order to preserve them. “What business do you have with my daughter, hm?”

Luke visibly relaxed at the idea of his jeans surviving the convention. “If it isn’t too bold to say, Mr D… I like her. A lot. I have for… years now. But I’ve always respected your wish to distance her from boys. I’ll even pray to you. I’ll give you wine. I’ll pray to you with wine and vodka and butterscotch and, uh, more wine! And grapes! Big, red grapes! Just give me a chance!”

Dionysus held up a hand to stop Luke’s aimless rambling. “You want to have a shot with my daughter?” He asked. Luke frantically nodded. “Alright. Do as I say and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Luke thickly gulped. He didn’t like that mischievous look in Dionysus’ eyes but nevertheless, he agreed. “Thank you, Mr D!”

Luke was the first camper to wake up. He reached under his bed, pulling out a large bottle of vintage wine he had been saving for this very occasion.

“Good morning, Mr D!” He cheerfully exclaimed, clearly showed the god the label of the alcohol.

“It’s worse now that you’re here.” Dionysus grumbled, yet he held out his chalice for Luke to pour him a much needed drink. Once he had gulped it all down, he turned to face Luke again. “Alright, first task, get rid of some rogue hellhound. Chiron sent me to do it but you’re more than capable, right?”

Luke was in no position to disagree.

“It’s near camp so don’t get ya knickers in a twist.” Dionysus stood up, brushing the bread crumbs off his lamp. “See ya at soon, kid. Oh, and I’ll be taking that.” He grabbed the wine bottle without a care in the world, merrily whistling to him with a small skip in his step.

“Did I just see you talking to my dad?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. Seeing her dad get along with a camper was a rare sight.

“Somewhat.” Luke muttered. “Uh, good morning? You’re up early.”

“I went out for a morning jog.” Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “So, hell hound catching, huh?”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Luke’s gaze snapped to stare at Y/N in slightly shock. She stifled a small laugh.

“I heard your conversation. What’s the hell hound all about?”

Luke quietly sighed. “Don’t tell your dad I told you,” He leaned forward to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “But I convinced him to let me befriend you if I did a few things for him.”

Of course, being Y/N’s friend wasn’t Luke’s main priority but it was better than nothing.

“You better get to it, then. I’m getting lonely.” Y/N laughed as she playfully punched his shoulder. He chuckled alongside her.

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” He calmly brushed past Y/N, his smile faltering, “If I survive this.” He muttered to himself, his hands itching to grab a sword.

Finding the hellhound wasn’t hard. Luke spotted its raven black pelt amongst the bright green bushes. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was getting rid of it that would be the problem.

As soon as Luke carelessly stepped forward, a twig snapped under his foot, the hellhound growled. It loudly barked, baring its sharp teeth at the Hermes boy. He pointed his sword at the beast, narrowing his eyes.

“I swear, if you kill me, Hades better revive me so I can date Y/N.” Luke launched forward, tackling the large dog. It howled as his sword scratched its leg. “Nice dog!” Luke nervously chuckled. The hellhound barked again, kicking Luke with its powerful back legs.

“Easy now!” Luke wheezed, the air being knocked out of him from the repetitive blows.

Luke was supposed to be the best fighter at camp. He never dared picture himself rolling across the ground, practically body slamming a hellhound as mud stuck to his orange shirt.

“Just lie still so I can score a date with my long time crush!” Luke exclaimed as he scrambled to stand up. The hellhound paused in confusion, giving Luke enough time to turn it into fine dust.

“I’m never doing that again.” He muttered to himself as he stormed past the tall trees. Dionysus was standing beside the forest, drinking the wine as he seemed to be waiting for Luke. The god pulled down his sunglasses, bursting into rambunctious laughter when he saw Luke.

“What happened to you?! You look terrible, kid!” Dionysus cackled, throwing his head back in amusement.

“You spilled some wine.” Luke muttered, unamused. His usual perfect skin was now adorned with small cuts and bruises. His shirt was covered in dirt. And his hair what probably taken the brute of the attack. Twigs and leaves stuck out of his messy curled brown locks, which caused Dionysus to snicker.

“I told you it wasn’t gonna be easy, kid. You’ll hate tomorrow’s task even more.”

Luke hated every task.

Monday’s was the hellhound. Tuesday’s little chore was to clean the girl’s bathroom. He found out then how much long hair they lost. The Aphrodite girls always complained about their hair falling out. Well, Luke had found it down the drain.

Wednesday’s shenanigan was to steal Clarisse’s beloved spear. Luke wasn’t sure how he was alive after being caught by her. Thursday was surprisingly peaceful. All he had to do was sneak out of camp to buy Mr D more wine.

It was now Friday. Luke was wondering what Mr D had in store for him today. Breakfast whizzed by as usual. A few Aphrodite girls tried to catch his attention but he was focused on Mr D whispering something in Y/N’s ear.

Luke waited patiently throughout the day to be given an idiotic task. It was lunch time when Mr D approached him.

“You finish this one, kid, and you might have my blessing.”

These words made Luke’s eyes light up. “What is it?” He demanded.

“Follow the trail in the forest, jump across some trees, do a perfect dive into the lake from the highest cliff, and swim across the water towards camp. Easy peasy.”

Luke’s small smile wavered. “You’re… joking, right?”

The blank look on Mr D’s face told Luke he wasn’t. Luke sighed. “I’ll get my towel.”

The run through the forest wasn’t so bad. As soon as Luke gave Mr D his towel, he jogged into the thick vegetation. Mr D would be waiting at the finish line for him, if he ever made it. Climbing trees was not Luke’s forte.

His palms were sweaty as he peered down below, quickly gulping at how far down the ground seemed. “I didn’t know I was this stupid.” He muttered to himself before leaping onto a nearby thick branch. He repeated the action, always barely making it and wobbling.

Small beads of sweat trickled down Luke’s forehead as he hiked up the steep hill towards the cliff under the scorching sun. He could see the small figure of Mr D on the other side of the lake.

Luke was thankful he had taken diving lessons before. With a snippet of hesitation, he gracefully jumped. He hit the cold water, shivering. It felt like small needles poking his body. Luke emerged, panting and spitting out a mouthful of water.

He heard Mr D quietly clap. “Good job, kid.”

“What?!” Luke exclaimed, still too far away to hear the god’s voice.

“I said, good job! It was a decent dive!” Mr D cupped his hands over his mouth.

Luke emerged from the lake, drenched and cold and clutching his body as he searched for some warmth.

“Dad? What’s going on here?”

Both Luke and Mr D stiffened at the sound of Y/N’s voice. “Why was Luke in the lake?”

“Mr D.” Luke cut in, “I have something to say.”

“I’m busy, Castellan.”

“You’re literally standing in front of me. That’s all you’re doing.”

“Don’t let the sassy man apocalypse take you too, Castellan.”

“I have a crush on your daughter, sir. You probably already knew that. I know you have strict rules about dating and boys. But I promise to take good care of your daughter. I’ve only smoked once to try it, I don’t drink because I’m scared it’ll make me stupid, I’ve never gotten a ticket. I’m healthy, I take care of myself, I floss for ten minutes every night and that might seem extreme but cavities are no joke. I do well in activities here and I hardly ever play the video games my siblings do in case the theory of them turning you into a psycho is true. I don’t drink coffee. I hate soda because my stomach can’t handle the carbonation. I’ll willingly eat like a cow if you don’t want me eating meat. I don’t mind wearing a suit in the hot sun. I enjoy spending limited time with Y/N and I really, really, really like her.”

Mr D was silent. Luke subtly cleared his throat. “Uh… Mr D? Please don’t make me repeat that list again.”

Mr D broke into a pattern of snickers. “To tell you the truth, Castellan, I was going to let you date my daughter ages ago. She convinced me. It was just so fun making you do stupid things.”

Luke’s face dropped. “I did all that… for nothing… Clarisse almost killed me!”

Mr D, sensing Luke’s anger, merely rolled his eyes and quickly walked off in a drunken manner. “Have fun, you too.”

“Did you really fight a hellhound?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. It ruined my Hello Kitty socks!” Luke huffed. “But I’d do it again for you. What do you say, Y/N? Will you go out with me?” Luke clasped his hands together as a way of begging.

“I feel a little sorry for you, so okay.” She pulled him into a hug. “You know you’re going to have to prove yourself to my friends now.”

Luke stiffened. “No more hellhounds. Please.”

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[bucknastysbabe]

imagine how insufferable criston would be if his so was pregnant. she cant do anything. and he would be like maybe we should get married and she would be like why??? and he would be like we are having a baby and she would be like i dont think we should get married just bc we are having a baby??? and he would cry for a week. i like when pretty men suffer

On god he would be so annoying but also I’m just having thots about it and they’ve been multiplying in my head like bacteria. ✨Pretty men suffering✨

First of all he’s even more possessive bc not only you’re his but you’re carrying his baby

Like gotdamn can’t even walk down the street without Criston putting his arm around you or having a hand on the small of your back and could HE STOP KISSING YOUR CHEEK WE GET IT

So then comes the whining about getting married. He simply doesn’t get coexisting without a ring and you taking his last name. Criston def gets teary when you’re like no???? Like y’all already live together, sleep in the same bed, and you’re literally having criss priss baby

“I don’t understand, don’t you want a big ring, a dress? We never got a honeymoon.” You have to remind him that honeymoon ain’t happening when there’s a baby to be taken care of!!

He’s def audibly sighing and huffing when he’s denied, again. Probably sobs in the shower bc the delusions are being CRUSHED

You think he’s kinda cute with red eyes and nose, his lips swollen. So Criston can get a pity blowie but first he has to be a mother hen and make sure you have a pillow on your knees and are comfy. He’s adorable when he whines and trembles from your mouth.

Sometimes you have to slap him a little when he’s following you around the house just MaKiNg SuRe you’re okay. Literally you just want a bagel.

As you move along in the pregnancy babes gets A Little Feral. I lied he’s insatiable. The man loves your curves and baby weight, not to mention how big your tits are getting. God forbid you’re just standing around doing something because if Criston is around he’s coming up from behind, making a comment about how pretty you are all bred up with his baby.

That also means constant groping— he can’t keep his hands off of you. Especially when Criston’s fucking you on all fours, hand possessively splayed across your rounded belly. He’s practically growling, “Look so fucking good for me, bred you up good didn’t I? When you pop out our baby m’gonna put a ring on your finger and fuck another one in you.” Which you cum quite dramatically at that, his sheer desperation is hot, and his cock is nice. Criston’s a sexy man. Delusional, but sexy.

The marriage talk is brought up again…post-coital bliss? Not in that house. Criston’s pouting, face shoved into your tits. He grumbles, “You’ll get it sooner or later. I’m going to marry you.”

“Yep baby, alright.” *cue more shower crying*

Also he’s ecstatic whether it’s a boy or girl like he’s just happy to be daddy cole🥰

Oh god when your milk comes in Criston is your personal fucking pump. He doesn’t think it’s funny when you ask him if he really likes milking cows this much. Your man is dead serious, “You’re not a cow. You’re perfect and pregnant and a goddess.” Okay go off king

But fr the fucking ramps up to a 10 in the third trimester that man is HORNY!!!!! He got in some trouble with you just mindlessly grabbing your ass at the grocery store. Dumbass had to walk around with a boner in the Walmart baby section

The day you go into labor he’s in full action mode. A true king. Look at him in he scrubs. He’s probably ugly sobbing when you’re holding the babe for the first time. It’s okay though you’re ugly sobbing too. Then the baby is ugly sobbing. Happily ever after😌

No you’re still not marrying his dumbass either

[bakubunny]

I gotta ask since I just know you got opinions on Emet but feel free to pass- opinions on your ffxiv favs? ¬‿¬

zaz 😭😭 i have *checks notes* a metric fuckton of thoughts on emet-selch in general, and i’m surprised anyone was interested enough to mention him. he’s my first and most favorite, and he holds a deeply rooted, special place in my little wh[arrior?] heart…. but i’ll also include some other ffxiv faves because you asked.

(i’m assuming we’re still discussing overly specific “what does their dick look like” hcs, if not i’ll retreat into myself and delete this so fast. 🫣)

emet-selch / hades

size is 8” and 6” girth.

straight, even girth, probably cut, not veiny, heavy breeder balls. (shocking given the last three rounds of bnha hcs, i know.) he’s got a thick softie that hangs and it’s the prettiest.

he’s got the nicest looking dick of them all specifically because he’s my favorite…. he’s an ascian who can subtly change his body however he wants. why would he not have a pretty dick? he’s way too self absorbed not to have thought about it in great detail after thousands of years.

i know ffxiv body models rarely have body hair, but he’s another one whose happy trail starts high. he generally keep things trimmed and well maintained because it’s just the snap of a finger to do anything.

g’raha tia (post ew)

size is a little under 7” and a little less than 6” girth.

upward curve, cut, some veins, his balls match his size.

small but v pretty, soft, red happy trail. he trims the rest for comfort.

this man has his nose so buried in books much that he hardly thinks about kissing (unless it’s sweetly kissing wol), let alone sex. however, he has the body of a twenty something, and gets hard/leaky way more often than he would like. why do you think he’s so easily flustered?

estinien varlineau

size is 6.5” and 6.5” girth.

cut, slight curve to one side, some veins, heavy balls.

some body hair he keeps trimmed, but he’s elezen and my hc is that they don’t typically have a ton of body hair anyways.

so (mild spoilers on this one) you know how there are indications that there were some permanent changes to estinien after everything happened with nidhogg? my favorite (def inaccurate) hc is that there were permanent physical changes to his body as well… including his dick. generally it’s the same but slightly less humanoid; he’s got ridges on the underside now. before ew patch content i would have said he’s also got scales scattered across one shoulder.

bonus hc: zenos yae galvus

see emet-selch. they’re similar but not exactly the same in size and shape, etc. like (great-grand)father, like (great-grand)son, i guess?

zenos, despite being obsessed with you/wol, typically doesn’t give a rip about sex or your preferences. either he’s clean shaven or wild & free. neither of those are because he’s thinking of you. what you find is a toss up. if you want him cleaned up, you’re the one who’s probably going to have to do it.

he’s into blood & knife play (probably). there’s a few reasons i don’t write him, and this is one of them.

[decaydanceredacted]

don’t get me wrong i love the way hornies think of william but as as hugeee TAI TV lover/obsessed autistic(tm) i think non ooc bilvy deserves some love too

like he’s a kinda quiet artist who tries so hard to be so kind and understanding and make his fans happy even if they can be a bit weird sometimes. i think all the people hypersexualizing him made him a bit uncomfy and confused but he was just trying his best to be understanding(see dick mold dildo post.) contrary to popular belief i don’t think he was even that shy,, he was just quiet. i mean fast times makes him sound like a bit of a slut but also tad bit stalkerish in hs and siskys description of meeting him is literally that some girl in pe mentioned how hot he was. he was not really a bullied loser outcast or super duper insecure ever imo. because of see above i also don’t think he was really a like nervy stuttering mess that just loves to get fucked until he couldn’t remember his own name, and i don’t think he was THAT whiny and pathetic- but i still think he was kinda loud which is a fun contrast to how quiet he usually seemed. all that being said i think he was a top but def not a like big hard mean dom, maybe sometimes he soft dommed just adoring his partner and doing all the work to make them feel good while calling them sweet little things(see the wine post i sent in) i think he was bi but had sex with women a good amount of the time. i think he liked having them in his lap while they were wiggling around on his cock and sucking hickeys into their neck and softly playing with their tits and moving a hand down to their clit while whispering ‘taking it so well sweetheart, my good little girl, you feeling good baby?’ i think he kissed all super sweet and gently holding their face with one hand and playing with their hair with the other. i think he was a lover. i think as he got older maybe he liked it when partners called him daddy just in the way that he could take care of them and protect them. i think he could get a bit protective and possessive sometimes. i think he’s still always just had like straight up vanilla missionary sex a good half of the time where they’re not taking themselves too seriously. also just. hands. his fingers are so long and elegant i think he would spend so long just feeling girls up and smoothing over their curves. i need to feel two of his fingers steadily pumping in and out of me while he kisses at my thighs and clit. i need him to write a poem or little song or something afterward about how pretty i am, in general and during sex. like talking about how lovely i am in bed without getting super vulgar. i need him to call me his boy. i think he’s just so artistic and philosophical/emotional about everything he does and that extends to the way he thinks about sex,, like it’s never super aggressive and impersonal to him even when it might be kinda rough/a one night stand. i think he’d be super cuddly and get you water afterwards and maybe give you a massage with his deft pretty fingers slowly and intentionally working over your muscles to relax you until you fell asleep in his arms. i think he likes wearing nice outfits and feeling good about himself. i need this man biblically.

anyway j thought i’d send some love to more realistic william sex/partnership because i love him he’s my favorite he’s my girlfriend and i love him so much. obvi it’s probably not actually realistic cause yanno,, i don’t know him or his sex life b j my idea of it based off how he actually seemed to act. <3

also idk why b i feel like the fact that i’m an autistic transmasc with heavy ass daddy issues(bats eyelashes endearingly) is important context to all this

-spiral anon

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[gojonanami]

Hey bestie!

I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about law school/being a lawyer? I just finished undergrad and I’m set to get my masters in library science starting in the fall but I’m having some second thoughts and considering law school instead. What are your favorite/least favorite parts of being a lawyer and do you think it’s worth it? One of my big concerns is work/life balance and I’ve heard some horror stories about big law and I just want to know your experience if you’re willing to share! ❤️❤️❤️

hi friend!

sure! so I decided to go to law school after doing some informational interviews and internships in the legal space to get an idea if i wanted to do law. i would def recommend that because law school is expensive and hard — so you should be sure you want to go.

Law school is hard — it’s difficult to get into and harder when you start. It’s a steep learning curve but not impossible.

my favorite parts of law school were probably that it teaches you a whole another way to think, it rewires your brain in a lot of ways, the classes are also really interesting especially with class discussions about complex topics. being a lawyer gives you such autonomy and ability to make decisions and it gives you a wide range of career options.

my least favorite parts were probably the competitive nature of law school since every exam is on a curve that means you are competing with every other person in class for a better grade so it makes it kinda shitty for being able to work together, it’s also an environment that thrives off comparison to others so you have to be careful and be able to adapt a tunnel vision mindset (focus on yourself and not others), and just the whole one exam at the end of the semester is your whole grade. You do get used to these aspects of law school but they are not things I prefer haha. I don’t like being pigeonholed into one practice area as a lawyer, I want to be able to do more than one type of law and it’s really hard to find that, especially in big law. They just want everyone to stay in their lane.

I will say that work/life balance especially in the early years of being an attorney is hard — and it only gets harder in big law. that’s why a lot of lawyers put their early years into big law for experience and training and then leave to go in house or other smaller firms for a work/life balance. so I would say talk to lawyers, get more insight, and figure out if it’s for you or not! big law isn’t the only option and there’s plenty of jobs you can get by just having a JD!

[mybiasisexo]

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This might be a tmi, and u don’t have to answer if u don’t feel comfortable, but how big do u think Sehun actually is 🧐? Like a rough estimate?

Again, if u don’t feel like comfortable, u can totally ignore this lol. 😂 this is my intrusive thoughts winning

lmao before i get into this, yall see those thirst posts/comments that be like '5 inches slight curve tip color #3990' lmfaooo i just thought of that for this 😂

also also, years ago, like in 2014 there was like a website or something? where you could put someones name in and it would show a diagram of what their dick would look like and i remember ppl putting exo in there. i searched high and low for them, but i either didnt reblog them at the time, didnt probably tag it, or they got deleted 😔

anywhoooo. i feel hes one of those long and skinny types. personally, i think yeol has the biggest dick in the group, but the fact no one (bbh) has ever brought him up, i slightly doubt. sehun def is the 2nd biggest (with yixing right after. have you seen the way that man walks???) id say slightly above average??? 5.5/6 in??? nothing too crazy, they aint carrying shlong yall 😂

[maxverstepponme]

-Kelly def has no bbl, I get that person is from “land of bbl” but being brazilian I can guarantee you her proportions are pretty normal to brazilian girls, in fact me and all my friends have skinny bodies, mostly hourglass, and “nice butts” (like seem like gym butts but aren’t in brasil we say “grande, empinada, redondinha e dura”) and most girls have breast implants like Kelly DEFINITELY does. That’s what this country is known for, her ass to me seem like just great genetics and a lot of working out (but boobs and lipo are def there).

And the skiing thing, brazil has huge business of renting skiing clothing. The richest here just don’t buy ski clothes bc there is no need to buy it, Kelly could have rented (I believe she has bc one of those suits I have rented a few weeks ago) especially bc I know she used to rent before so I see no reason she wouldn’t now. Although Kelly posts about consumism are ridiculous bc she is a milionaire heiress, she does have some nice behaviors like renting clothing she would only wear once and buying second hand (like that PrettyNew ad) instead of direct from luxury stores. Those are not props to her, she probably only does it bc it is pretty normal in Brazil and she wouldn’t feel less than or something, both things are extremely common on brazilian elite.

// first of all I respect your opinion and your observations but I have to throw my own two cents in: Kelly didn’t have those curves she has in the picture posted today here in the summer, heck couple of weeks ago she didn’t have those hips. So she defo got something done quite recently. Maybe injections? Maybe those heal quicker than a bbl? No clue I’m not a doctor, just throwing out my thoughts. Her butt is usually edited by her too. Just look at the size difference from the pap pics and her post two days later in Sardinia.

And about the consumerism and Kelly: she sold clothes she wore with the tag still on more than once. Maybe the ski things are rented but I don’t think so really. Because she buys so many things from luxury brands just because of the brand name and the prize tag. And then lectured her followers about consumerism and how bad it is. Just to post a picture of herself shopping one day later…

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[mischas]

Hi! I’ve always loved your gifs and I gotta say they have never looked better! Would you mind sharing a bit of your giffing process? Do you have any tips for giffing shows that don’t have HD (💔) episodes available? Anyway, thanks for your creations and for being so passionate about this character and this ship! Xxx

😭😭 you’re too kind, thank you. First off, we got blessed by the show being put on Max so the upconversion from even a few years ago has recently improved when it comes to redness and pixels (for the later seasons but even more for the first season). Thank god for t*rr*nts.

Second, my general advice for episodes in low quality is to stick to 268px gifsets rather than attempting 540px because lq episodes just aren’t conducive to wide gifs (in general!! some people have done incredible things with PS and lq videos). Doesn’t mean I haven’t tried though 😅 I def used to do this for Dawson’s Creek before their own migration to Max.

As for some tips:

I use the import method to make gifs which is less common than loading caps into stacks but it's how I've always done it.

For coloring, I'm really a novice even though I've been doing it for years. I'm nowhere near as skilled as most gifmakers on here but I like doing it and it's fun. I really recommend looking through the tutorials on @usergif ! Also, this tutorial was one I learned a lot of basic techniques from, including things I describe below.

Two adjustment layers that I think are really important for most gif-making is Curves and Channel Mixer but I'll share all that I did for this one scene in a gifset I posted a few months ago.

Here it is with no added coloring (though it has been smart sharpened):

First I use a Brightness/Contrast layer and set it to 73 brightness and 3 contrast:

This is where Curves comes in. I use the black eyedropper tool to select Ryan's jacket to bring out the black in the cap/gif:

So right now it's super saturated but that's a good thing that we can work with. Also, I'm no good at explaining PS so here's a good tutorial that explains Curves a little better. I like Curves because it emphasizes colors while also brightening the image (there's probably a way better way of describing it).

I add another Curves layer to brighten it (I probably used Auto on RGB; that so often works tbh):

Then I use Levels to get rid of some of that redness while also upping the green and blue (generally just sliding the thing until it looks good):

So to me this is way too green and yellow but still somehow red which is why I next bring in my favorite layer which is Channel Mixer. Basically this is the layer that helps with getting rid of the yellow filter many tv shows use that drives all us editors mad. It neutralizes your image which I think really helps with lq video. Here's an in-depth tutorial.

This final cap skews more purple than it probably should but it felt right to me in the moment when I made it. Looking back I probably would've gone even harder on the Channel Mixer to neutralize that blue/red combo but I like the coolness of the tones and the contrast we get:

I'm 100% sure I didn't explain this well enough but @usergif really is a great resource so I rec looking around there. For all footage but especially lq footage it's important to neutralize the image which usually means eliminating the redness and the yellow tones.

Let me know if there's anything else I can help with!

[doppel-drop-distance]

The Dubiously Needed, Unnecessarily Extensive Magia Record Stat Sheet Guide (Growth Type)

Apologies for the late post tonight! Was very busy today.

Anyways, let's begin!

Growth Type is…kind of weird. Surely I haven’t been the only one to see it on the Magia Record wiki and say “what the heck is that?” 

This is because Growth Type is a hidden stat. From what I understand, Growth Type applies a slight curve to a unit’s stats as they level. It affects their “stat growths”. Two units with the same type may have different stats because their growth types are different. 

To visualize this, an example:

Mitama Yakumo - Eternal Darkness ver. (4⋆, Magia type, HP growth type)

HP: 36,206

ATK; 8,656

DEF: 8,727

Karin & Alina - Halloween ver. (4⋆, Magia type, ATTACK growth type)

HP; 23,100

ATK: 10,278

DEF: 7,104

You can see that each unit’s stats scale differently based on their growth type. Darkness Mitama, with a HP growth type, has a much higher HP stat than Karin & Alina. Karin & Alina have an Attack growth type, and their Attack stat is much higher than Mitama’s. 

Of course, the stat differences with growth types may not always be so vast. These units have a year gap between them, after all. 

Growth types will often lean into one or two stats. The options we’ve seen so far are HP, ATK, DEF, ATK + DEF, ATK + HP, DEF + HP, and BALANCE. 

In any case, growth type is the most technical of technicalities, so if you’re not calculating your stats down to the last digit, you probably don’t need to worry about it. If you do want to go through the trouble, then determining your unit’s growth type follows the same rules as the base type. You can determine it through their fighting style or the role they’re intended to play. 

Since it can be time-consuming to search girl after girl trying to find what type and growth type combo you need, I made a spreadsheet that compiles all that information. If you think it would help you, you can find it here. Let me know if I’ve missed anyone! …there are so many units in this game…

(Also, you may notice some inconsistencies in the Ultimate/Exceed section. It can be difficult to determine whether a unit with a unique type is closer to Ultimate or Exceed. Take Devil Homura, for example. Devil Homura is "Devil" type. With her connection to Madokami, you would assume she'd be a mirror of Ultimate, right? But most of her kit buffs herself, which is an Exceed type's thing...

At the same time, it felt unnecessary to make a new column for every special type. I placed some units based on my own judgements, but like everything in this guide, take it with a grain of salt.)

[void-kissed]

Hello friend it's ya boi Berry I saw the post abt what fandoms would ship irt your SIs and as someone who spent hours looking at ships in this fandom I have thoughts.

Sapphire: Nia would def be a ship w her. Mythra as well, I tend to see most characters shipped w one Aegis often shipped w the other. Her excitable nature playing of Mythra being more guarded would intrigue people.

Calanthe: Shion/Koshion ot3 deffo would happen. That fandom is wlw paradise for ships lol. Helps she and Shion have a lot in common -- invested in KOS-MOS, glasses for reasons other than eyesight, Zohar shenanigans.... T-elos in saga and 2 both would also happen. Similar to the Aegis situation I find.

Aline: Def would be shipped w Haze as well as prolly her and Lora as an ot3. Her and Brighid also feels possible -- jewel of Mor Ardain and a village girl would go hard for ppl. Curve ball here but Avalon as well. Blade Driver pairings are super popular and I figure that'd extend here too -- they're friends so some ppl would ship em.

Citri: Fiora and Shulk predictions are spot on. Reyn would also be a potential one bc of the similar childhood friends angle, tho might be more popular w her in ot3+s. Melia also feels incredibly possible, actually -- people in recent years have really been feeling her wlw vibes and chances are she'd have cute interactions with Citri, making her a potentially popular choice. Linada might also be one of only bc she and Vanea are somewhat shipped -- ship her w one gf why not the other? Lots of ot3+s here specifically would happen I think.

This has been berry can't sleep and is autistic about ships in xc fandom hour. Thank you

HELLO BERRY THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THESE and also I really hope you were able to sleep. Sorry that they took so long for me to write out responses to!

Sapphire with Mythra would be pretty interesting actually, especially with the context of Mythra first appearing in XC2 not too long after Sapphire joins the party in Chapter 3. Not perhaps the best of introductions Plus, with Mythra’s connection to Poppi, that’s another way the two can kind of come together despite being quite different personality-wise! And, I can also definitely see shipping happening with Nia, haha. Not only out of catgirl solidarity, but there's also a Blade Eater/Flesh Eater contrast, which is made more fun by the fact that the Blade whose Core Crystal is in Sapphire was a healer Blade~

Today I found out that Shion doesn't wear glasses to correct her vision either, huh. I didn't realise they were a sentimental thing for her (from what I read on the wiki)! Anyway - yes, you're right that Calanthe and Shion do have possibly a bit too many similarities, oops, but you're right that it would definitely make them fit ships! Shoutout to Xenosaga for all the wlw ships, honestly. t-elos is someone I had not considered, but honestly now you mention it I can absolutely see it. Calanthe is not an overly confident self-insert, so that combined with t-elos' general demeanour would be quite the contrast, hehe. Plus, if going by her XC2 version: glasses solidarity again!

I would definitely call Aline with Avalon a curveball for the reason that Avalon isn't attracted to girls (I keep considering shipping them with Minoth, or possibly one of the other two male Blades), but at the same time I can see it persisting despite that, given what some people are unfortunately like. I will readily admit I hadn't considered Aline with Brighid, but I can definitely see the logic in it, haha - you're right that that kind of trope can be pretty fun! And, yes, Aline with Haze does definitely sound very cute, I can definitely imagine it ^-^

Regarding Citri, I don’t know how I forgot about Melia! My first attempts at making an XC1 self-insert was to selfship with Melia, actually - that self-insert was a fellow half-High Entia, also called Sapphire but without XC2 Sapphire's energetic-ness. Citri has actually probably turned out somewhat similar to that initial iteration, now that I think about it, despite her lore now being different (and me thinking of her as an alternate version of Calanthe, not of Sapphire). In terms of the others, I can definitely see them happening through OT3s specifically, as those would give more opportunity for more dynamics to develop properly, you could say.

..Sorry that this took me so long to properly get to, but thank you so so much again for sending this in, friend!! It really means a lot that you took the time to write this out in such a way, so thank you ^-^

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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[meltwonu]

25. “What did you just say?”

48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

notes; climbing-instructor!seokmin(if you dunno what that, its rock climbing lol), not rly a enemies to lovers au but enemies lolol, hate fucking, dirty talk, degradation, name calling, seokmin being an ass man, spanking, shower fucking, hair pulling! 🥴💕 I rewatched the GoSe ep where they were Seungkwan’s emotions so heheh… def pulled this from that except Seokmin’s not as scared of heights LOL 🤣 Also this was queued so I’m hoping it posted at the right time or else I will scream at the air ☠️ As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy!💕

You’d been working at the climbing studio for only three months before Seokmin came along.

“I said, ‘put your fucking left foot on the red one’!”

And he’d been everything but friendly towards you.

“There’s 4 red ones, you piece of shit! God! You’re so shitty at giving directions!” You retort - hands both gripping onto the rocks on the wall as Seokmin attempts to guide you through a training exercise for the new hires.

The two trainees grimace as the two of you continue to argue but it’s Seungcheol, the resident supervisor, that shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“And that, kids, is how you don’t rock climb.”

But you didn’t hate Seokmin. You just found him… annoying.

He was kind to all the other instructors and clients but when it came to you, his lips would always purse and his eyes narrow when you were and weren’t looking.

You weren’t sure if it was because he’d seen you as competition or if he was just picking on you, but eventually you both had turned it into a game to see who could piss off the other quicker.

Usually, it was Seokmin that’d lose his temper first.

And usually, that meant your back pressed into the lockers when he’d kiss you hard, teeth clashing in his wake or your legs up and over your head when he’d fuck you hard and fast in the storage closet after hours.

Neither you nor Seokmin remembered the first time it’d ever happened but it’d become so frequent that you always came to work expecting Seokmin to be at his worst just so you could press his buttons a little more.

Today was no different.

The shower rooms are always eerily quiet once the climbing studio closes and you take your time standing underneath the shower head as you destress and wash away all the sweat and grime from the day’s events.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little miss know it all, huh?”

Seokmin’s voice bounces off the tiles and you don’t even bother to turn around and spare him a glance before you’re scoffing and running your hands through your wet hair.

“You sound pressed. Upset that Seungcheol chewed you out and not me?” Smirking, you can already tell that Seokmin is even more upset with the way he doesn’t reply as quickly. “Did you finally realize you’re not as good as you think?”

“What did you just say?”

You spin around, stepping from under the water and raising a brow at Seokmin that stands naked across from you - his hard cock curving up against his abdomen.

“Oh, y’know, just wondering if it finally hit you that you’re not as competent as you think?” Giggling, you spin back around, fully ready to continue your shower when you feel Seokmin’s presence at your back in a flash and his fingertips locking into your hair painfully tight as you groan.

“I bet he only chewed me out ‘cause you’re probably fucking Seungcheol too, huh? Trying to get those brownie points somewhere else so he doesn’t realize how incompetent you are.”

Seokmin scoffs, pulling on your hair and forcing your head back as his cock grinds against your ass.

“I will say though, princess,” he leans down, lips at your ear as you shiver, “your ass is so pretty when you’re in the harness climbing the wall. Hah, bet everyone wants to fuck your pretty ‘lil cunt, but it’s me that fucks you how you like, right? It’s my cock that gets you fuckin’ soaked and gets you cumming so fuckin’ fast when I pound your ‘lil pussy.”

You lick your lips, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his cock on your ass.

“G-god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad… Now fuck me like you mean it or else I’ll find someone else to do it.”

And Seokmin doesn’t hate you either.

“O-oh, mmh, fuck!”

He actually likes how easily you give into him after he pushes your buttons a little too.

“Yeah? You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind ‘n fuck you nice and deep?” His hands are on your ass as you bend over in the shower; your own hands pressed into the tile as you work your hips back to meet his punishing pace.

“Mmh, just how you like how fuckin’ tight and wet I am around your cock? Bet you never had anyone like me, right, Seokmin?” You grin at the wall, moans on your lips when he angles his thrusts to slam into your g-spot.

“Fuh--fuck! R-right there!”

“I could say the same for you, princess. What’s it like knowing the only good dick you can get is from someone you claim to hate, huh? Must be so embarrassing for you.” He brings his hand up, only to bring it down fast onto the skin of your ass as you moan and clamp down onto his cock tighter when he slaps your ass three more times. “Just a ‘lil cockslut for me, aren’t you? Always ready to be fucked as soon as I get you a little heated. What would they say if they saw how wet you were while you were climbing the walls, hmm?”

The water beats down onto your back as Seokmin continues his harsh pace and you find yourself edging closer and closer to an orgasm with each snap of his hips.

Your moans bounce off the tiles in the empty shower room and Seokmin can’t help but grin and slap your ass a few more times as you mewl and cry out his name.

“That’s right, let everyone know who fucks you this good, princess~ Let them all know it’s me~”

“F-fuck you, Seokmin… W-we’re probably the last, ngh, p-people in here, ah, a-anyway…”

He smirks at this; taking a free hand off your ass and sliding it up your soaked back before he tangles it into your hair. You wince in return at his tightening grip that has you slowly being tugged towards his equally as wet chest. 

His lips ghost across the shell of your ear, tongue peeking out to lick your wet skin before he chuckles under his breath.

“Then I wanna hear you scream when I make this pussy cum. Get those filthy ‘lil fingers of yours on your clit for me too.”

He lets go of your hair as you fall forward and try to find purchase on the slippery tiles before you lose your balance.

“Asshole…” Mumbling, you place a hand on the tile before you use your free hand to slide down your frontside - fingertips on your clit in an instant as you moan and clench around his cock.

“Mmh, fuck, ‘m g-gonna cum…” Your voice is whispered, eyes clamped shut at the way Seokmin doubles his pace.

“Go ahead, princess~ I’m gonna cum in your tight ‘lil cunt too.”

He smirks at your back before his eyes flit down to watch his cock thrusting in and our of your pussy.

“Fuck, your pussy is gonna look so good dripping with my cum...” 

And it only takes a few more skillful and quick snaps of his hips before you’re cumming on his cock; walls fluttering around him and urging Seokmin to follow suit. 

“Mmh, that’s right, princess. Fuckin’ soak my cock while I cum inside you.” 

Seokmin lets the pleasure wash over him - head thrown back and blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your ass while he unloads all of his cum inside your tight cunt.

“Ngh... Seokmin...” 

The warmth pours over your body and the heat from the shower makes you feel lightheaded as the two of you ride out your orgasms together. 

Your fingers rub slower, softer circles on your clit as you start to come down from your high sooner than Seokmin but he starts to pull out of you - only to let the last bit of his cum drip onto your ass as he grins. 

“Next time, I’ll cum on your face instead, okay, princess?” 

You can feel his cum sliding down your inner thighs; soft whines on your lips from the feeling. 

“Fuh--fuck you, Seokmin...” 

He laughs, airy and tired as he wraps a hand around your midsection to keep you from falling over. 

After all, Seokmin wasn’t that mean. 

“Fuck me? Think you got that one a little mixed up, princess.” 

[brutal-nemesis]

Whumper who kept whumpee in captivity for a long time and invites a friend over, threatening that she will have to kill the visitor if he doesn't behave and pretend they're a couple in love. Whumpee really doesn't want anyone to suffer because of him so he plays along.

GAH sorry for such a long wait hun but I got random inspo last night that I will ramble about in the tags probably but for now I hope you enjoy!!

Vaguely continued from this (def a bit of a timeskip tho)

Ingredients: creepy/possessive whumper, noncon touching (unsexy but closer to sexy in one instance)

“You’ll behave for me, won’t you, darling?” Marie was smiling up at him so innocently he could have almost believed that she wasn’t crazy, that she wasn’t keeping him here against his will, that she wasn’t the cause of this waking nightmare.

“I…yeah, I’ll, um, I’ll be…good.” Sebastian didn’t know why it was still so hard to force the words out. He’d said them dozens of times before, but they never came easily.

Marie’s lips form a thin line, her expression darkening. He took too long answering, he wasn’t convincing enough. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look her in the eye. “If you slip up, if you give her any reason to think something is going on here, that you’re not just my darling boyfriend, I’m going to have to kill her, understand? I can’t let anyone take you away from me.”

“I-I understand.” Sebastian gulped, her words sending a shiver up his spine. Ever since she’d told him she was going to have a friend over, he’d been letting himself hope it meant escape, meant getting help in running away from this place, away from her, but…he couldn’t risk anyone else’s life. Not for him, not for the sad, broken man he’d become. He wasn’t worth it.

So he smiled when her friend arrived. He played his part perfectly, getting every detail of his fake life as Marie’s boyfriend right as they talked during dinner, not reacting in the slightest when Marie laid a hand on his thigh under the table, even as his skin crawled. He could do this, he had to, because he couldn’t let this innocent woman get hurt. Not because of him.

It wasn’t until they started watching Brother Bear that he messed up. He’d loved it as a kid, and now it…it reminded him of his older brother, how he’d always helped him and protected him and fuck he missed him so much he couldn’t help but...When Marie noticed his tears, she ruffled his hair and pulled him close, saying something about how this movie always made him cry, and her friend just gave him a pitying smile, saying that was sweet, that she was sorry this upset him. Sebastian didn’t remember the last time someone apologized for hurting him.

He pulled himself back together once the movie ended, enough that he could say goodbye, that he could watch his only chance of escape walk out the door and drive away. He found himself back on the couch, shaking as he finally let out all the pent-up tension he’d accumulated during the evening. Marie stared down at him lovingly, pulling him against her and rubbing his back.

“You did so well, dear, besides crying during the movie, but I think I can excuse that. It’s a sad one, after all.” He just nodded into her stomach, hoping she meant that, that she wouldn’t punish him. She let him go and stepped back slightly, tilting his chin up, staring into his blotchy red eyes. “I love it when you cry, you know. But something about you crying in front of someone else, too…I don’t think I liked that.” She smiled, huffing. “It’s something I just discovered, so I won’t get mad at you for it, but in the future…” Marie sat down next to him, her head cocked slightly, “I don’t want you to act like that in front of anyone.”

“I…okay, but why, if you don't mind telling me?” he asked, even as he felt his throat tighten.

“Because,” she reached up and ran a hand through his hair, following the curve of his head until she’s cupping his cheek, “every second of your pain, every scream, every shudder, every little whimper and twitch and teardrop…it’s all for me, and I don’t ever want anyone else involved, I don’t want them to even see you like that. How weak and pathetic you are…” her free hand laced into his, “that part of you is our special treasure, something we’ll always keep just between us. Do you understand that, Sebastian? That you can only ever act like that for me and me alone?”

Gulping as her hooks sunk into him even deeper, he nodded. “Yes.” Yes, you already made it clear that you own every little part of me when you carved your name into my chest, so what more is this, really? “Yes, Marie.”

“There’s my good boy.” Her face broke out into one of her horribly wide grins, the one that meant something awful was coming. “Let’s indulge in that now, shall we?”

[bakubunny]

say less. i need um..oddly specific madness for megumi and geto 👀

good grief, here we go again. i’m back with the oddly specific dick hc series for jjk bc my mooties want me to shrivel up in embarrassment from how much i gush over fictional dick. 💀 (dw i love every one of you sm and this is fun.)

friendly reminder that all characters in this series are aged up.

suguru

9.5”* length, 6” girth. certified big boy.

suguru has a pretty dick. no arguments there. probably the prettiest one of all if you ask me (satoru included), but i’m biased. cut, pretty much straight or slightly curved up, even girth including the tip. not v. veiny. breeder balls for days. they’re so heavy 😵‍💫

both a grower and a shower. def one of the prettiest bulges/softies around.

happy trail starts a little below his belly button. keeps himself trimmed. keeps his balls clean shaven.

doesn’t rely on his size, but he knows how to use it. 🫣

he will be patient enough to train you to take him.

megumi

8.25” long and 6.25” girth. another big boy. you can blame his dad. 😔

cut, heavy, veiny, curved up. slight mushroom head? idk. his balls are big n pretty don’t @ me. cute softie.

megumi (unlike toji) is a grower. you totally wouldn’t expect his size until you see it in all its glory.

either he’s got a nice long happy trail or he keeps it trimmed pretty low. generally well groomed or clean shaven for comfort.

takes him a while to figure out that he’s well above average and he needs enough foreplay to get anywhere. 💀 he’s smart, he just doesn’t really think about some of that stuff until someone brings it up to him.

will probably never experience what it’s like to get deep throated unless he’s really lucky, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to try.

may or may not get off on being “too big” for you.

[synchronmurmurs]

hi Sync, how are you? I’m sorry if this comes off as rude firstly because English is not my language, and secondly because it may look like I did not search correctly. But do you have any works featuring Vergil/Reader and fingering only? sorry for the thirst question (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

Aaa nonnie, this didn’t come across as rude at all, you’re totally fine! ✨ I’m well though!! Spent the last week going cold turkey on all caffeine, because I’d become really really dependent on it. Defs gonna watch how much I take in going forward. 😬

But in relation to your question, I don’t think I’ve written anything exclusively with fingering. 🤔 Which should probably be rectified immediately, so please accept this as penance for that faux pas!!!!!!!!

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There’s a certain fluidity, a certain grace in Vergil’s hands; the way his fingers, calloused, yet delicate, curl around the hilt of Yamato, one at a time until his grip is strong and true; the careful precision with which he sheathes his blade, and the flourish that precedes it; the slow and somehow sensual flick of his thumb when he turns the page of his latest read. You’ve caught yourself staring before, not at his face, or the peek of his collar during Red Grave’s warmer months when his usual vest becomes just too much. But at his hands. When they tap, tap, tap at his desk in impatience. When they pen words into a ledger, a rise and fall and even occasional swoop that steals your breath.

He’s caught you staring before too; can recognise that telling daze that lingers in your expression; the subtle parting of your lips as you gasp in silence; sometimes, if the situation is just right, he can hear the rapid thumping of your heart too, just barely, over the ambience of the office. All together, they tell him all that he needs to know of where your mind has wandered, and when he rises from his desk, when he stalks toward you, lifts your chin with naught but a finger beneath it so you might meet his eyes, the maelstrom that swirls within them matches, stroke for stroke, the need that ignites you. The storm that grips him and the flames you bask in, pitch when he traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. And when you part your lips to suck it into your mouth, your tongue already laving and caressing, all pretense vanishes.

He’s painfully slow in rolling your panties down your thighs, the material twisting and twisting on itself until it’s nothing but a band around your legs. He’s even slower in the way he tugs his glove off, pinching the worn leather between his teeth to give him some leverage. The inherent storm within his eyes never lifts off you for even a second as he does this, drowning you in his heavy intent. When the glove finally comes off, he tucks it into the low dip of your shirt, the backs of his fingers deliberately finding their way between your breasts, lingering in the warmth, the softness there for just a moment longer than is necessary. Vergil’s fingers dip a little deeper and you feel his fingers curl against your skin before they withdraw, a prelude of what’s to come; as above, so below.

A keen borne from anticipation bubbles from you, and at that, Vergil laughs, rich and dark. That same hand parts your chest with a loving squeeze, following the curve of your body lower and lower until it slips between your legs, already parted, already wet, already waiting for his touch. He’s tentative at first, slow, cautious, slipping only one finger through your folds at first, gathering your arousal and spreading it, smearing it over your skin until the space between your legs is hot and humid. You muffle quiet mewls into the lapel of his coat, breathe your pleasure back into him when he kisses you, and yet all he’s done is brush and dip and tease.

You murmur his name when he finally sinks just that one finger into you, rubbing in small, tight circles that stretch you slowly. You’re so willing, so soft and pliable, nothing but putty in his hands that he sculpts to his liking, opening you wide enough to slip a second finger inside your silky heat. Your walls grip him so tight, he can feel your pulse through your cunt, hammering erratic. Another hot gush of slick seeps from you, rolling down his fingers, down the back of his hand, collecting into a single bead that drips to the floor below.

You writhe against his solid body, rolling your hips into his hand, urging him deeper, praising those dexterous fingers and the way they curl and spread inside you. You love his cock, of that there’s no mistake; you love it in your own hands, in your mouth, sandwiched between your breasts, but his hands roam untamed, searching your every dip and valley and drawing sounds pleasures too precise, too specific for the carnal, primal nature of his lovemaking. His hands are practised, his fingers are skilled, and when he is already so adept at reading you like an open book, pulling from you those breathless gasps is satisfying in a way that having you bent over his desk simply isn’t.

On his cock, you are undone.

But on his fingers, you are art.

You tighten, a thin strand of saliva rolling down your chin, when he slides a third finger home, filling you with a familiar, comfortable burn. Vergil leans in, laps it up with a decisive stroke of his tongue and whispers into the skin at your neck.

“Filthy slut,” his tone is not backed by animosity, nor emphasis, just soft words he breathes against you, “this is really all it takes, isn’t it?” He pauses, let’s the telling wet squelch of his fingers driving into you to speak on your behalf. Over and over, it answers him while you puff and moan, head tilting back against the wall behind you. His fingers find a rhythm in which they dip in and out of you, gentle, but thorough. Exploratory, but confident. He’d mapped out your body long ago; he simply relishes in hearing you sing when his fingers probe perfectly so. And you always do, because he is always relentless as he is flawless.

He swallows your moans with another consuming kiss when your cunt begins to tighten and squeeze, and your thighs begin to quiver, takes it all within himself to keep forever as another masterpiece brought upon by his hand. Your entire body clenches and curls when you cum; your fingers on his coat; your toes in your boots; your eyes back into your head, and Vergil drinks it all in.

You feel a bone-deep shock of pleasure when he pulls his fingers out of your dripping cunt, your walls missing his thick intrusion, mourning it with a lonely squeeze. Vergil lifts his hand to his face, licking his fingers clean while he watches you watch him, eyes half lidded and deeply misty with a satisfied smile pulling at his lips.

You’re still catching your breath when you hear his belt unbuckle.