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Without Me?

AKA the JJK men catch you reading smut

Part 1: They want to share

Part 2: [soon]

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x f!reader, Suguru Geto x f!reader, agedup!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: fluff and smut oneshots

Warnings: NSFW, hints of manhandling, titty fondling (f receiving), nicknames, (honeypot, sugar drop, angel, love, darling) teasing, implied sex, swearing.

MDNI

A/N: I took so long working on this, first post jitters. I hope you like it, and I'll be posting guidelines for requests soon!

♡ S A T O R U G O J O ♡

You hear the door open to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, and you set your phone down on the low table beside the couch, skipping into the hallway to greet the excessively tall love of your life.

“Hello, my honeypot,” Gojo breathed, hands settling on your hips as you reached up to embrace him, allowing yourself to sink into his warmth, nose nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his sugar-sweet scent.

“I missed you, ‘Toru,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, hands working at his blindfold, leaning back to take in the crystal blue of his eyes, before kissing the tip of his nose. 

Gojo Satoru did not usually blush, and only you had the pleasure of seeing him in this state, beruffled and blushing. “Not more than I missed you,’ he giggled, and you smiled. 

“Of course,’ you returned. “While you were gone, I made us hot chocolate.”

“Read my mind, sugar drop.”

“Go get comfy, I’ll bring it out.”

Taking a moment to appreciate the perfect-ness of his life, Satoru watched you prance into the kitchen, moving to sit on the couch you had just vacated, the print of your ass still on the cushions. 

And that was when it caught his eye. The words caught him off guard at first, before he picked up your phone and skimmed through what you had just been reading, the utter filth not shocking him at all — it was strikingly similar to his and your escapades in the bedroom. 

“Y/N!” Satoru hollered, and you came in, dewy-eyed and smiling, carrying two steaming mugs in your hand. When you saw your phone in Satoru’s hand, your eyes widened in unfortunate realisation, as you remembered what was on the screen. 

Still, you decided not to let it throw you off. “Here you go,” you seated yourself beside your boyfriend. “I made it how you like it, extra marshmallow foam on top.”

“Thank you, toots,” Satoru leaned forward to place a kiss on your nose, just like you had earlier, and the normalcy of the gesture made you lower your guard.

You gasped, and before you knew it, Satoru was on top of you, your faces inches apart, his leg wedged between your bare thighs that were barely covered by short shorts. 

“So is this what you do when I’m gone?”

“What?” You continued to act oblivious, but the fevered blush on your face and cleavage had already given you away, you knew it. 

“‘He pressed her to the wall-” Satoru began reading out, and you wanted to hide your face away, but he was so close and being caught red-handed was turning you on, for an inexplicable and unfair reason. “-and heat shot through her veins as his length pressed into her, spreading her apart in the most delicious way, pain—’” 

“Okay, okay, fine! I admit it,” you shouted, wanting this embarrassment to end, pressing yourself into Satoru’s chest. 

“Admit what? Go on, say it.” You could sense the gloating smile in his words.

“I was reading smut!” You shrieked, and Satoru laughed, putting your phone aside, drawing you away from his chest, and meeting your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” you pouted.

Satoru laughed again, a full-bodied laugh of true humour. “Well?” you demanded. “Are you mad?”

“God no, honeypot,” Satoru sat up, pulling you into his lap, and you shivered at what you felt, the outline of his hardness nudging up against the crotch of your shorts. “I think it’s sexy.”

“What?” you deadpanned, not believing him for a second. 

“It’s hot,” he whispered and tilted your chin up, pressing a sultry kiss to the hollow of your throat, biting softly, sucking a mark into your skin. 

“Really?” your voice faltered under your boyfriend’s ministrations, his hands reaching under your shirt to grasp and palm at the weight of your tits.

“Yes, very,” Satoru exhaled, before biting down hard enough to leave a mark on the plane of your shoulder, a moan escaping unbidden from your mouth. “I’m glad I’m living up to your standards too.”

At this, you pulled him up by the roots of his hair, snorting as he let out a whorish moan. “My god, ‘Toru, you’re such a perv.”

He gave you a rakish grin, intertwining his fingers with your free hand.  “I’m your perv.”

“Shut up,” you scrunched your nose, unable to help a girlish giggle, cradling Satoru’s face in your hands and placing a soft, messy kiss on his mouth. “The hot chocolate’s gone cold,” you reminded him, and he groaned. 

“Fuck that. You know you’re my favourite treat, sweetheart.”

“Satoru, you’re so cheesy,” you sighed giddily, rising from the comfortable seat of his lap, and Satoru clung to your hand, refusing to let go. “I’m gonna reheat the drinks.”

“Sure,” he agreed, but before you could take a step further, he trilled, “Y/N,” voice full of a familiar cheekiness. You turned to face him, and he pulled you close, hugging your torso, sky-blue eyes looking up imploringly at you. 

“Yes?”

“You wanna watch porn together?”

“Satoru!” 

♡ S U G U R U G E T O ♡

“Love,” Suguru acknowledged you as you strode out of the shower, towel wrapped around your torso, and you threw him a smile over your shoulder as you opened the doors of your closet. “How was your shower?”

“Refreshing.”

“You gonna get dressed now?”

“Yeah, in the comfy pyjamas.”

“Pity,” Suguru sighed, the falsity in his voice obvious, getting your attention immediately. 

“Why? You wanna do something else?” Modesty was just a facade, you had always believed, and following your age-old principle, you dropped your towel, but your boyfriend didn’t so much as blink at your sudden nudity.

“Suguru,” you called pleadingly, taking a step forward. “What’s on your mind?”

At this, Suguru looked you straight in the eye. “Stay right there, darling. Don’t move a single muscle.” His tone was low and dangerous, and it ignited something electrifying in you. 

With a predator’s prawl, Suguru walked up to you, and that’s when you saw what was in his hand — a bookmarked page of a novel with highly graphic smut you had forgotten was on your bedside. 

“Suguru, I—” you began before he shook his head, effectively silencing you. 

“Darling, I confess, I didn’t know your taste skewed this way when it came to books.” Suguru drew close, moving behind you, his breath fanning the bare nape of your neck and his arms encircling you as he opened the book to where you had last left off reading. “Would you read aloud for me, love?”

“Sugar, are you mad?” You asked, your question devolving into a shrieky gasp when he pinched your butt, hard. 

“Is that reading aloud, love? I know you aren’t dumb. Go on, read.”

When Suguru was like this, you couldn’t help but feel a shocking thrill. You knew his meanness, his tendency to be merciless ought to frighten or scare you, but often it made you feel especially vulnerable, especially sexy. Being at Suguru’s mercy was an exquisite kind of torture. 

Swallowing a nervous gulp, you found a suitable paragraph to begin reading, but your eyes grew unfocused when you felt slender, be-ringed fingers caressing your sides, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath your tits. 

“Start right here,” Suguru pointed out a line, and your mouth grew dry. Still, you began narrating, the lewd words feeling especially salacious on your tongue. 

As you moved down the page, Suguru’s hands moved up and down your body, grazing soft, dewy skin, circling the tender buds of your nipples, skimming your thighs, caressing the cushiony expanse of your stomach. But where you needed him the most, he avoided on purpose, and your voice grew breathier as you read, dangling on the precipice of desperation. 

When his lips landed on the curve of your neck, sucking and nipping, you broke. Words forgotten, your book fell to the floor, and you whined, voice dripping with need. “Sugar, Suguru, please.”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I… I need you. I want to touch you. Need you to touch me.”

Suguru hummed against your skin, and his fingers traced the goose-pimpled outline of your arms, bringing them to rest at the small of your back, holding you captive. 

“In the book—”

“Suguru, please, I—”

As swift as lightning, one of your boyfriend’s hands came to circle your throat, pressing hard enough to make you swallow the pathetic words that rested on the tip of your tongue. His other hand remained, and you were entirely at his mercy.

“Let me speak, darling.” A shiver crept down your spine. “The woman in that book seemed to love being bent in half and stuffed full by her lover’s cock. Is that why you were reading? Is that something you want?”

Oh. Oh, Suguru wasn’t jealous. He was turned on. Risking punishment, you pressed your bare ass into him, and gasped at what you felt, the impressive length of him straining against his sleep trousers. 

“Answer me, love.” His grip around your throat loosened ever so slightly, enough for you to draw a quick breath and nod. “Tsk, use your words.”

“Yes, Sugar. I… I would like that.”

“Then, I can’t let my girl down now, can I?”

Just like that, he hoisted you up, and your legs locked around his waist as your lips met in a messy, sloppy, desperate. You delighted in the groan that left him when you pressed your dripping core to his covered dick, and his hands were all over you, fondling whatever he could, a starving man at a bountiful banquet. 

Laying you down on your bed, he knelt above you, breaking your kiss with a panting smirk. Fingers under your chin, he tilted your face up to meet his burning gaze. 

“Darling?”

“Yes, sugar?”

“Next time, instead of reading about it, I want you to ask me.”

You blushed, hard. “You don’t mind…?”

“Fuck no, love. But tell me, and I’ll put those fictional men to shame.”

♡ M E G U M I F U S H I G U R O ♡

“Come on, you know this, I know you do,” your boyfriend and temporary tutor, Megumi encouraged you, as you gazed frustratedly at the sum before you. 

“Ugh! I’m sick of this,” you sighed, pushing away from the table, disturbing the silence in the library, earning yourself a sharp ‘sh!’ from somewhere within the depths of the labyrinthian complex. 

Megumi frowned. “It’s fine, maybe you need a break.”

“Maybe,” you replied, desperate to try anything at this point. 

“Alright, I’m gonna go get some water. Just do something that’ll help you unwind, yeah?”

“Okay,” you nodded, watching as Megumi left, your eyes on his pert ass, defined so well by the tailored trousers he insisted on wearing. You knew he could feel your eyes on his ass, but hey, he had told you to unwind. 

Stretching slightly, you quickly pulled up the novel choc full of smut you’d been reading, settling in before getting to the good part. Unfortunately, you were so absorbed in the story, that you didn’t notice someone sneaking up behind you. 

It was only when you felt Megumi’s slow, cool breath fanning the nape of your neck did you jerk up, quickly locking your phone and putting it away. But as you felt Megumi’s hands creep up your arms, dragging his short, manicured nails over your goose-pimpled skin, you knew you were royally fucked. 

“What were you reading, Y/N?” Megumi asked conversationally, and you swallowed nervously, mind racing to find a proper answer and drawing a blank. 

“Nothing,” you chirped, a bead of sweat forming on your brow. “Just a chapter of a book I hadn’t gotten the chance to finish.”

Megumi spun the chair, so you were facing him now, his warm breath now tickling your nose, and you were stunned into silence by how pretty your boyfriend looked when he smirked, long lashes, breathtaking eyes, a lopsided smile that brought out a secret dimple in his cheek. “Hm, what’s the book about?”

“Nothing that would interest you! Just some silly romance I was reading for the sake of it…”

“Silly romance? Because that’s not what I saw.”

Then commenced a staring contest of a few seconds, which you failed miserably, your resolve crumbling quickly and effortlessly under Megumi’s sharp gaze. “Fine!” you slammed your fists against the arm of the chair half-heartedly. “I was reading smut.”

Megumi quirked an eyebrow as you bit your lip. “Rather graphic smut too.” You said nothing as Megumi ran a finger along the seam of your lips, drawing the one you were biting from between your teeth.

Instead of letting you go, as you had expected of your rarely mean, often kind, boyfriend, he leaned forward, and caught your lip between his teeth, hands slipping under your shirt to rest against your stomach, squeezing harshly as he drew you into a messy, filthy kiss. 

“Megs! What’re you doing?” you managed to gasp before he swallowed your words in a feverish clash of teeth, his tongue asking gentle entry into your mouth before making you whine as he grabbed handfuls of your ample flesh, fingers grazing over your tits, and Megumi pressed you to the chair, reducing you to whimpers. 

“You’ve never been hotter, angel,” Megumi spoke in a timbre so low it was almost a growl, and slightly confused, you broke away with a gasp, breasts aching from the lack of attention they were getting, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. 

“Wait, so you just caught me reading smut… and you’re turned on by it?” You asked, squeezing your thighs together. 

Megumi fell into the chair beside yours, stroking the back of your hand as he tilted your chin upward to meet his eye. “Absolutely, angel.”

“Ah,” you managed, distracted by the hand that had come to circle your throat, Megumi’s eyes lit with a feral glow. A moment passed before two things came to you; one, that the two of you were in your school’s library, and two, how fucking wet you were, so much so that you were fearful of leaving a stain on the chair beneath you. 

“You wanna take a break back in the apartment?” you breathed, wanting actually to climb into Megumi’s lamp, a noticeable bulge in his sweet, sexy, tailored trousers. 

“Sure, angel, but I have a condition.”

“What?”

“Read that book to me, aloud.”

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[violentlydefending]

check this out (continues to make that weird guy weirder) + i enabled myself and also wrote some stuff! you can find what i wrote here [x] :]

[booiiee]

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

the first time you realise you're in love with yeonjun

Pairing: female reader + choi yeonjun

Tags: realisation of love, date in the park, fluff, tooth rotting fluff, LOTS of kissing (self indulgent)

sfw!

the first time you realise you love yeonjun you're in central park for a last minute picnic (that you were not dressed appropriately for- a pair of jeans and a tshirt that you had borrowed from jun). you're setting down your art supplies as you look over to yeonjun who's already begun taking pictures on his film camera ( that you had given him as a present).

Maybe it's the way the sunlight falls on his face or the way he smiles as the breeze touches his hair, maybe it's the way he's always treated you, or the way he is always so gentle when he speaks, to everyone around him- his gentle soul is an all access feature that seldom makes you jealous for he makes you feel special in a million other ways.

He had asked you out twice before you agreed to go on a date with him, too scared to mess up the friendship and lose him if it didn't work out, and he missed no chance to let you know it was the best day ever for him.

Making sure to not overwhelm you (you were, his aura is overwhelming in itself) he prepared a dinner at your shared apartment and laughed wholeheartedly when you accused him of using his fabulous cooking skills to get more than one date outta you, "well my charm has worked once, I'm sure you'll agree for another date if i asked nicely" he had said, silly him didn't know it wouldn't even take asking you twice, you've wanted this for a long long time.

He got himself another date and then one more and a third impromptu one you were currently at. In the 10 days you guys had been going out (in your head anyway) holding his hand and resting your head on his chest is the most physical contact you had initiated. On the second date you had anticipated him to kiss you, with the way he pulled you by your waist but he stopped at a forehead kiss instead, somehow that had you blush like crazy.

Lost in your thoughts you did not notice when yeonjun has already walked towards you and had squatted down near you waving his hands, "earth to y/n. where are you lost?"

"nothing just thinking what to draw" you lied.

"well you can always draw me, but if you wanna draw me like one od your french girl, we'll have to go back to our apartment" he teased.

"you're so annoying" you say shoving him onto the blanket you were currently sitting on.

he laughs as he falls and you stop in your tracks to feel how his laugh rang in your ear like a song.

"and yet you're on a third date with me!" he says cheekily laying on his side.

good god he looks ethereal.

"hello!! why are you getting distracted when im hereee, do you not wanna be here? we can always leave" he says sitting up, trying his best to hide his disappointment and his pout. god he's adorable.

"sorry for getting distracted juniee i was just thinking, we don't have to leave i like it here, love it actually! thank you for bringing me here" you almost have to control the urge to just lean in and squish his face.

you spend the next few minutes drawing the scenery as jun lays on his back with his eyes closed. comfortable silence, you've realised is one of your favourite things that come so naturally with him. You put down your pens to look over at jun and feel your whole body shiver with the way his face glimmers under the sunlight, the shadow of the leaves on his face making up for the perfect shot for a picture.

you grab his camera and click a picture and then another and put it down only to continue staring at him. your hands, with a mind of their own, reach over to his face to move his hair from near his eyes; your body following your hand leans over as your lips take the final call and place a soft kiss on his temple.

yeonjun opens his eyes in surprise with a pink hue covering his pale cheeks. embarassment takes over you as you try to move but get pulled by yeonjun landing on his chest. "my turn" he says, leaning towards you and kissing your forehead, he spends good few seconds staring at your flushed cheeks before leaning again and this time planting a kiss on your temple, and again on the other side and as your heartbeat grows, he caresses your cheek with his thumb as he plants a kiss on the other and continues to stare at you.

"you're staring" you say, body still half on top of him.

"i am" he says, as he continues to stare

"don't" you say

"and why not" he says, putting his finger under your chin making you look into his eyes.

"am i making you uncomfortable?" he asks, ever so gently

"no, I'm just....im just feeling too shy. we've been friends for so long and now suddenly we're going out and we're so close and i feel like i" you ramble on until you realise you might let out words that you shouldn't say so casually.

"hey, hey, breathe. you're getting overwhelmed, that's okay we can, we can take a step back, not go on dates for a while" he says sitting upright and holding both your hands.

"infact we don't have to go on dates at all, I'll never do something you're not comfortable with, it doesn't matter how i feel, you're more important to me than what relationship we share" he continued. you could feel his genuine concern but also the hidden hurt at the possibility of never going on another date again.

you couldn't wait for a perfect moment anymore, not when he was ready to scrap the whole idea just so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed or upset.

"yeonjun"

"yeah"

"i think..."

"i think i fell in love with you"

"no im sure, im in love with you, I've been in love with you...for a while now"

you confess, looking at his soft eyes, which looked like they would jump out with how shocked he looked

"you WHAT NOW?" he says, almost too loudly for others in the park.

"you love me? you LOVE ME??? so more dates?? You'll go on dates with me?? YOU'RE GONNA BE MY GIRLFRIEND?!" one thing about yeonjun, he cannot hide his excitement.

"well not if you don't ask me first" you say in a matter of fact tone, as if you didn't have a whole zoo in your belly.

"oh my god wait wait" he says running to the car, 5 minutes later he's coming back with what looks like a bouquet made from some flowers he picked from the park and wait- boba?!

"the boba's not as cold as you like it but i asked them for a lot of tiny ice for you, anywayy, y/n, you've been my bestfriend for years, my favourite person in the whole world, best gaming partner cause you always lose, and the girl i love for 4 years now, would you please make me the happiest guy in the world by being my girlfriend? I promise I'll get you a better bouquet at our date tonight, if you say yes that is, and i promise I'll never be too possessive and ask you not to hangout with other men, although that dude from uni might catch these hands, BUT anyway, I'll be a good boyfriend to you for as long as you'll have me and a good husb-, a good boyfriend yes" he looks up to see tears streaming down your face and gets worries before you leap into his arms and say 'yes' and repeat it until he hugs you back.

"This is the best thing that has happened to me since meeting you, yes I'll be your girlfriend, i love you so much choi yeonjun" you say taking the bouquet and boba from him, smiling through your tears.

"can i.." yeonjun says and then stops in between

"please kiss me" you say throwing your arms over his shoulders.

"god you make me crazy" he says, in a tone you didn't quite recognise, and which made your legs feel like jelly.

He kisses you softly and then gives you a few pecks as your two break the kiss but he pulls you back and kisses you again, this time more passionately, almost as if you weren't in a park filled with people, almost as if you were adorned in a sundress and not his tshirt. He breaks the kiss and sinks his head on your shoulder as he calms his breathing, making you breathless, he was so close, and yet not close enough.

"wait you said you've loved me for 4 years, that's almost as long as we've known each other!" you ask in astonishment.

he smiles shyly and replies "yeah i kinda fell in loce with you as soon as we became friends, i think it was the moment i saw you at rhat cafe, you were drawing the scenery outside the cafe's window, you looked so bright almost as if no one in that cafe knew the way to light and only you took autonomy of it"

"jesus christ dude you're such a sap!" you laugh trying to hide the loud thumping in your chest, he REALLY had you swooned.

"don't 'dude' me after you just made out with me in a public park!!" yeonjun says loudly his pout too noticeable for you to take his words seriously.

the newly received status of being his girlfriend must've messed up some wires in your brain cause before you realise, you had grabbed his face with both your hands and kissed his pout, "you're adorable!" you squealed.

"oh my god! give a guy a warning!" he exclaims trying to hide how his face had turned red.

the first time you realise you're in love with yeonjun, he tells you he's been in love with you for years.

-fin

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this was born out of my friend sending me her fab zzn posts and how the pictures above seemed to her like the realisation of love.

i had fun writing it now (at 2 am) but i will be groaning and whining when i read it later and miss him like crazy.

not my first time using a lyrics for the story title but i hope you guys know i associate all bright things with him, he's my sun, my moon,.my everything, literally my daylight.

[astrum-aetherium]

PLEASE, elaborate more on the size kink with Henry, I need this to get on with my day, otherwise I feel like I'm going to go crazy.

god, you've come to the right place. i am the biggest and most devoted representative of the size kink community if i do say so myself. and with henry... godddddddd. i cannot stress this enough — it would be transcendental.

now, he's huge. bunny is described to be 6'3 in the books, and although henry's precise height is never mentioned, it is awfully quickly brushed past that he's even taller than him, which only leads me to believe that he might be around 6'4-6'5. that is already mind-numbing to someone who is barely five feet tall (me). in addition, he partakes in lots of physical activity due to his injury and thereby keeps in shape, which would cause him to develop muscle.

once again, as someone who is quite short and constantly towered over by other people, this is even more thrilling. he would simply be so much bigger in every aspect — his hands, his arms, anythinggg (and whatever you're thinking of right now, too). plus, he's incredibly strong and athletic.

in this setting, i just imagine being completely manhandled by him. it would simply be sooo easy for him to maneuver you around however he desired and flip you into the most contrasting of positions without a second thought. in addition, don't get me started on his stamina. yes, his leg would take a lot out of him, but he would still be able to go for so long. but, back to the size kink aspect — he would be able to steer you and manipulate your position with ease, simply put.

as food for thought: imagine riding him in a seated position — in an armchair or on a sofa — and you're gradually growing tired, unable to leap as vigorously as a few minutes prior. instinctively, his huge palms upon your hips would slide beneath you and immediately help you out, lifting and guiding you smoothly and without any difficulty. in fact, he would snake one of his arms around your spine to keep you close and thus only support you one-handed. then, once you'd grow a little sore, with still that one hand, he would lift the two of you and instead place you upon the sofa/armchair, all the while still inside you, and keep going from there — now in missionary.

he would simply be able to put and maintain you in so many positions that appear exhausting otherwise, but not to him. as an added bonus, you'd feel so safe and snug in his much larger, comforting, sheathing arms — it would truly drive you insane how minuscule and domineered you'd feel in his grasp. fuckkk.

[tragedyandterror]

ive made some playlists i thought i would share if anyone might like some bjr tunes! i have a serious one, a silly one, and one for the nebulous modern au tht lives in my brain

the last two i'll most likely still be adding songs here and there, but the 1st playlist is complete! i'll add the 1st playlist's tracklist+some lyric excerpts in the read more

black black heart - david usher

Something ugly this way comes Through my fingers sliding inside All these blessings all these burns I'm godless underneath your cover Search for pleasure search for pain In this world now I am undying I unfurl my flag my nation helpless Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core I'm eating all your Kings and Queens

dark entries - bauhaus

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed, degrading even lice You took delight in taking down my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side

dissolved girl - massive attack

Shame, such a shame I think I kind of lost myself again Day, yesterday Really should be leaving, but I stay Say, say my name I need a little love to ease the pain Need a little love to ease the pain It's easy to remember, when it came

on the bound - fiona apple

You're all I need And maybe some faith would do me good I don't know what I'm doing Don't know, should I change my mind? I can't decide, there's too many variations to consider No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me more to do It's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter

i think i'm paranoid - garbage

I think I'm paranoid And complicated I think I'm paranoid Manipulate it Bend me, break me anyway you need me All I want is you Bend me, break me, breaking down is easy All I want is you

symphony - dorian electra

Something's funny when I grab my guitar Feeling lonely like a dead shooting star I'm not the only one who's crashing your car (crashing your car) Need something louder just to drown out the scars (Make some fucking noise) Come on, baby, can't you see? (Can't you see?) I'm gonna need a symphony (symphony) And I'm gonna need to hear you scream

lecher bitch - genitorturers

I am the Lecher Bitch and I call on all who feed on danger Taste of the whore. Suffer my seed Crawl with the heretic and the world outside gets a little bit stranger

the bondage song - london after midnight

Innocent child, how you thought you knew me Understood my ways, my dark needs The hunt is not the thrill I'm after I want the kill, the conquest, to be your master Wrap your arms around my pale skin, it's too late to back out you're in On your knees and praise your new lord, deeper now And here's your reward, take me to bed and rip me apart

mercy - hurts

Fill me with rage And bleed me dry And feed me your hate In the echoing silence I shiver each time that you say Don't cry mercy There's too much pain to come

touch myself - genitorturers

I love myself, I want you to love me When I feel down, I want you above me I'll search myself, I want you to find me Forget myself, I want you to remind me I don't want anybody else When I think about you, I touch myself

nihil - 3teeth

Bound by flesh Freed by blood

this s*it will fcuk you up - combichrist

I am a bitch How do you want me? From behind Or on my knees? I am a slut Please hold me down I'll be your noise This shit will fuck you up

you spin me round - 3teeth

I set my sights on you And no one else will do And I I've got to have my way now, baby All I know is that to me You look like you're havin' fun Open up your lovin' arms Watch out, here I come

closer - nine inch nails

(Help me) I broke apart my insides (Help me) I've got no soul to sell (Help me) the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself

you've seen the butcher - deftones

I wanna watch the way You creep across my skull You slowly enter 'Cause you know my room And then you crawl your knees off Before you shake my tomb

hey - pixies

Hey, must be a devil between us Or whores in my head Whores at the door Whore in my bed But hey! Where have you been? If you go, I will surely die

And the whores like a choir: Uh-uh All night And Mary, ain't you tired of this? Uh, is the sound That the mother makes when the baby breaks

hail mary - skating polly

She got hit so hard she just got up from the ground If she ever hits back, I won't tell Hey Mary, follow me out and we'll never walk back Hey Mary, tell me honestly you'd never want that Hail Mary, trust me, don't look back or it's gonna end badly

if you really love nothing - interpol

When I find my home The next artery Splendid I bled my whole life So it's probably a kiss Goodbye then

tangled up in plaid - queens of the stone age

Come, lets play along And let each other lose A win would cause an alarm Don't matter to me, don't matter to you

spaceboy - smashing pumpkins

And spaceboy, they'll kill me Before I'm dead and gone And any way you choose me It won't be wrong And any way you choose me We won't belong

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Sailing By Gemini’s Star

final book in a historical fiction trilogy

following a group of pirates creating a free society on Nassau, stealing from the crown and freeing the enslaved

particularly focusing on the son of a naval captain who ran away to become a pirate, and the complicated relationship he has with his family and adopted brother - with their decades long feud coming to an end as England tries to stamp down on piracy

focuses on familial and platonic relationships, found family, everyone’s queer, aroace MCs

[daisywords]

EVERYONE HOLD UP I think I just discovered the missing piece that connects the worldbuilding and the plot and the characters and everything and surprise surprise it's an element I was considering near the wip's genesis but discarded and now it's back in full force babey

[espeartz]

To celebrate my first time tiering in prsk I wanted to draw Lion in Minori’s dream place outfit (+some ep 7 gang in the 88 stars outfits)!!!!!! I had Lion Ushiromiya as my username so special thanks to the Umineko fans who added me 🙏🙏

[macbethz]

Society if POV outsider fics were as popular as shipping

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Little freak of nature

(Usually don’t say this but PLEASE don’t tag as me/kin/irl I swear I support those terms it’s just a more personal design 4 myself n etc…… thank u bros)

[sunsage]

This is an activity he skipped last year, still too unused to the city to try much of what the Summer Festival had to offer. It feels a little odd to do it now as well (especially the way he plans to do it), but he chalks that up to the usual anxiety around crowds and picks a spot away from everyone else.

There are the four boats one might expect from him, each with a little folded paper version of the person they correspond to. These are easy to let go of - well, easier now - though he still holds one of them to his heart for a moment longer before releasing it into the water.

There is the fifth one, though, that is in his lap now, a blue paper lion sitting inside. Wukong takes it out, holds it in his hands. He should probably say something. It's not like many would mourn the guy, especially now. At least most people in the Mortal Realm wouldn't know what he did and it's not like Azure ever cared what those who live in Celestial Realms think of him, right? He didn't even care what Wukong thought of him, apparently.

"I really wish I had something nice to say about you, bud." He fiddles with a corner, bending it this way and that. "I mean, we had some good times, right? We were friends. At least that's what I thought."

His grip tightens and the paper lion crinkles loudly in protest.

(If Azure was here, he would hold his hands until they relaxed and tell him how strong he is but that kind of strength requires patience and surely someone as amazing as him could spare some for his friend.)

"But you aren't- weren't the kind of person who would leave a friend to rot under a mountain for five hundred years without at least trying to free them. Or, you know, visiting them once. Unless you came by in my off hours?" It's a bad joke but he laughs anyway, a short, abrupt laugh that fades away almost instantly, a sour smile replaced by a tired scowl. "So I guess I wasn't really your friend after all."

The crease at the corner he's been folding over and over starts fraying at the edges, a small rip forming at the point he put most pressure on. After some consideration, Wukong crumples it into a ball and tosses it into the river. Watches it soften as it takes on water and disappears. Pulls out another piece of paper. Starts folding.

"You were brave, I'll give you that. And strong. Dedicated to your goals, even the stupid ones. Especially the stupid ones."

The ground here is uneven and the new paper figure is coming out a little crooked, but it doesn't stop him. The imperfections only make it more accurate.

(If Azure was here, he would laugh at it with that deep warm laugh of his and say something like "Wow, is this really how you see me? I'd like to think I'm more handsome than that." and he would- they would-)

"Should have probably seen the signs in how you'd step over everyone who was in your way, but I was too busy listening to all the praise you'd shower me in." He laughs again and it comes out scratchy and forced, as if his body is fighting against the sound. "Oh hey, here's another one: you were really good at compliments. You'd always sound so genuine, made it real easy for a guy to believe he can do anything. To believe that you actually cared about me outside of what I could do for you."

Folded paper rips in his hands, the almost finished head coming clean off when he pulls at it too harshly. Sun Wukong stares at his hands and waits until they stop shaking.

("Hey," he would say, quiet and soft, as he placed his hand on Wukong's shoudler, strong and dependable in face of someone as turbulent as him, "it was a good attempt. I kind of like it like that, actually. Shows character.")

He inhales shakily and doesn't cry, though a part of him wants to.

"I wish it didn't end like that. I wish you just listened."

But Azure isn't here (and if he was, he'd just try to kill him again and he would-). And he didn't listen, and he wasn't his friend and now he's dead and never will be his friend again. As always, the brunt of growth and forgiveness and grief is for him alone to carry.

Scooping up the two pieces of the unfinished paper craft, Wukong places them gently into the raft and sends it into the water.

"Goodbye, Azure. Wherever you are now, I hope you find peace."

He doesn't stay to see it drift away.

[eli-writes-sometimes]

UGHHH ive just reached a point in planning something where i have to choose who i want the protagonist to run into and its really annoying me

on one hand theres the canon character who i originally imagined it to be, who has a tragic backstory so a bunch of potential for reveals and stuff. the only drawback is that i cant stop feeling embarrassed even though NO ONES GONNA READ IT

and then i could take the easy way out and just make a new character with a smimilar concept but none of the backstory just to stop me from feeling embarrassed about putting a charaacter that already exists into a universe that they exist in

[astrum-aetherium]

Being manhandled by our big strong man

- Sun

my immaculately exaggerated size kink is squealing at this request right now. god.

it would simply be so easy for him to steer and bend you however he desired, especially if you were to submit full control to him. he could take you and have you whichever way he preferred to — rough and deep from behind; sheathing your body with his in missionary, angling your legs and folding them over his shoulders; anything. in addition, he would be so adroit and quick to switch positions; he'd be able to haul you into the air with profound ease and maneuver you freely, however it may please the two of you.

now, another aspect of manhandling is, perhaps, roughness. for this, he needs to be wound up — he needs to have acquired so much tension throughout a prolonged period of time that it would practically be spilling out of him, imbued in each word and gesture. this shouldn't be mistaken for anger, however — he would merely have to be worked up — tense — or maybe lightly agitated. it doesn't take very much for him to be, after all.

consider the following: he's been experiencing unusual difficulties in his studies recently — maybe one of those ancient, rare languages he's learning isn't exactly agreeing with him as of late. he has that premise irking him, and then there falls bunny on top of all that, all nuisance and everything. the nail in the coffin could be you trying to tease him or get on his nerves for no reason, as one does. that would simply do it.

he would have you stripped and aching in a matter of minutes, utterly teasing and punitive with each caress and drag of the tongue, and yet so intent on regaling you the best he can. whilst doing so, he would lift you and flip you and angle and hold you with such effortless ease, his unbelievable strength granting him the opportunity to control your body wholly, and in perfect accordance with his whims and customs. you would truthfully feel light as a feather — ;).

once he would sink into you at last, regardless of the position he'd choose, his arms would always be framing you expertly — holding you just right, advantageous for constant movement. in this way, each motion would not only be backed by the reassurance of stability, but also the spreading of searing hot pleasure. even with you on top, he would employ at least one arm to encase you and help you maintain your rhythm; against the wall, he'd be able to balance and swing you into himself so adeptly; hell, he could even fully lift you in doggy with your legs barely touching the bedsheets, his arms completely entwined and secure around your frame, and still be able to keep a rough, swift pace.

he's just so strong — that allows him to puppeteer you in every available way. he could fuck standing up, for sure — not for very long due to his leg, but certainly for a significant amount of time. he works out, he's tall, he's burly, he had to be held back by six people during a fight... yeah, he could manhandle you all right. after tireless, obscenely shaded nights spent with him and his inability to calculate his strength correctly, you'd be sore and bruised all over, oftentimes involuntarily. and yet — you'd delight in it.

[impales]

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ALTANDÖL KHATUN the first daughter of the eldest son of the khan and his sixth child. her brother — shiban khan and herself become part of a hostageship treaty between the rapidly expanding great mongol empire and the kingdoms of medieval europe.

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