#is mostly just whiny and weak

[truxi-twice]

Is there any more eternal art truth than:

*post sketches* = oodles of notes and even some comments

*post think you’ve actually worked on for ages* = eh

[ohimsummer]

heyy idk if you are open for requests/suggestions or not but i was thinking of an idea where reader shares her bf satoru with her roomie geto and they basically have a power play over sub!satoru (ignore this if you don’t take suggestions or if you’ve done this alr!!)

— minors dni, subby! satoru, overstim, established rs, satoru x reader x suguru, double handjob (?), praise, fluff, aftercare , woooahh why’d it get kinda soft at the end 🤨

satoru was sure he’d never find a better view he adored more than you and your bare body. when you’re naked beneath him, folded in half as he fucks into you like it’ll be his last chance, or on top of him, bouncing on his dick like you own it (and he makes sure to let you know that you do. over and over and over again in broken, ceaseless whimpers against the shell of your ear). either way, his gaze only holds enough room for you, you, you.

and suguru, apparently.

“don’t go too fast.”, you remind his best friend, and suguru slows the pace of the strokes. “he cums so quick, it’s kind of cute.”

you sigh into wispy threads of suguru’s hair. the dark strands of it tickle your skin as he trails greedy kisses up your neck, sucking and biting where he sees fit, marking you, satoru’s girlfriend, as his.

suguru pulls away for a second to glance at your boyfriend, who’s red and huffing for air, though can’t force his captivated blue eyes away from the show that you and geto put on.

“ ‘course he does.”, suguru teases. “he’s a minute man, after all.”

satoru scowls at that. “hey, i last way longer the second round—“

and before he can finish his remark, suguru squeezes his best friend’s cock in his hand, further intertwining his fingers with yours in the process and pulling a ragged moan from satoru’s throat, promptly shutting him up.

you giggle as your snowy-haired boyfriend sinks his teeth into his lips, not before he gives suguru a teary, pointed glare. satoru tosses his head back as you and his best friend continue to pump him—slow and easy, hands laced together around his twitching, pink cock.

“so mouthy.”, suguru chuckles. he makes direct eye contact with satoru, eyes hazy and blue like a clouded sky, as he pulls you in for another kiss, rumbling out a low grunt and he can just see the jealousy in gojo’s eyes. it’s fun, it’s amusing, it’s cute, the way his friend’s lip juts out in a pout whenever you two aren’t giving him your full, undivided attention. jerking him off isn’t enough, satoru craves both pairs of eyes on him as his are on the two of you.

but when you finally do look at him, despite this being his biggest desire as of now, satoru can’t handle you and suguru staring him down the way you are. with his weeping cock in your palms, you thumbing over his leaking slit as suguru fondles his balls—it’s all too much. it makes him feel small—small in a way that turns him on. weak in a way he’s not usually used to, unless it’s at the hands of you or his best friend, people he can trust. no matter how pathetic he looks, satoru knows you two will take good care of him.

with that thought, his hips suddenly have a mind of their own, bucking carelessly between your and suguru’s clasped hands, fucking his needy cock between them and moaning, groaning, whiny as those blue, angel eyes streak tears down his tinted cheeks.

“oohh, look.”, you cast suguru a knowing glance, taking the initiative to speed up the strokes around your boyfriend’s dick. “someone’s getting all excited~.”

suguru laughs with you, a pair of patronizing taunts, ones that makes satoru’s cock jump again as he gets closer to blowing his load. “already? wow, you really are a minute man, i was mostly just joking about that.”

you give a short hum, leaning in to give suguru a peck on the lips before turning back to satoru. “ya know you’re just short of five minutes. why don’t we count down, and you can cum on 0? ready?”

satoru isn’t given a chance to agree or not; you and suguru are picking up the pace, squeezing his cock and massaging his balls and you tweak at one of his perked nipples. whether he was ready or not, you two were going to make him cum,

“…3…2…1…”, the two of you end the countdown and, as if on cue, satoru is shooting out his load, crying out a broken ‘f-fuck—!’ and gushing like a champagne bottle, making a sloppy mess all over the three of you. he gives stuttered, desperate thrusts into your palms, wet, slick sounds loud throughout the room as satoru rides out his high. after a few more weak pumps, his hips grow still, legs shivering and fists clenched onto the sheets, his broad chest heaving and lids fluttering shut as satoru struggles to catch his breath.

he only opens his eyes again at the sensation of you threading fingers through his hair. satoru relishes in the feeling of you two pampering him with aftercare, pressing loving kisses on his sweaty face and showering him in praises and compliments.

‘you did so good, satoru.’

‘good boy.’

‘look at you, so pretty for us.’

and maybe satoru stands corrected. maybe this, the sight of his girlfriend and his best friend, snuggled around his body as they rain upon him their eternal love and affection, is the best view he could ever have.

[jelliedink]

Ancient Vampire Partner as a Service Top Headcanons

Warnings: Pure smut. Mentions of death, blood, violence. No gender specified, but reader do get periods. Implication of abusive relationship. Author's note: I wrote an extensive introduction to this post, but then I realised that was mostly me rambling. So I decided to get straight (and kinda gay) to the point. Shall we? Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Here's my take on how I think the sexual dynamic between a human and their ancient vampire lover would go:

Your ancient vampire partner knew they had to be gentle and careful with you. Much like us when carrying a newborn puppy, they were aware of how easily your bones could break if they got too excited. Since sex for them was now more of an echo from their human days and not a survival need, they were ok with going without sex for long periods of time, perhaps waiting until you were ready to be turned. For now, they thought it was safer to wait.

You, on the other hand, were very much not ok with this. You were human, your body evolved to make happy chemicals from sex. As if that wasn't enough, the main survival strategy of your partner's species was looking hot as fuck to lure humans, getting their thoughts so clouded by lust that they'd ignore the stone cold touch, the sharp fingernails, the bluish hue of their skin and the sharpness of their teeth. Your whole body went crazy just by looking at them.

They knew you couldn't help it. So, whenever you were needy and in the mood, they didn't mind putting you on their lap, back against their chest, and touch you until you've had enough. They loved being able to make you feel good, whispering on your ear while playing with your body: "What do you want to try today?" "Do you want me to get one of our toys?" "Does it feel good like this?" "Is this intensity enough?"

In the days you desperately needed to feel them inside of you, they ignored their own desire while watching you ride them mesmerised, gently guiding your hips up and down while kissing and caressing whatever part of your beautiful, soft and warm body they could reach. God, how pretty you looked with your eyes out of focus, using their body to get off and scratch that itch.

And when you were too tired they gladly took the lead, paying attention to your every reaction, focusing on how to serve you better: "Hold my shoulders tight so I can reach deeper without hurting you, ok?" "Slow and steady, precious, or you'll be tired before we can have the amount of fun you deserve." "Here, it will feel even better if you touch yourself too."

But they were far from being selfless. The moment you got your period they morphed into a feral and self-serving beast, unable to control themselves any more than a hungry lion would if near a trapped deer. This was one of the very few times they could feed off of you and they were not letting all this food go to waste.

You'd get properly cushioned in a comfortable position, a heating pad on your lower belly, your legs on their shoulders and they would lick you clean. Prepare to be there for a while, no amount of begging would make them let you get up until they're finished. Of course you always tried to. Every time this happened, they'd first try to convince you with love and praises, but their tone got increasingly more authoritative and mean until you couldn't recognise your lover anymore. "My baby, you taste so good." "How can you be so good to me, my little angel?" "Can't you hold on just a bit more? Please? For me?" "Oh, you're being tortured with too many orgasms? You poor thing, that sounds so terrible." "Pretty, you're not getting up. Don't think that you have a choice just because I'm trying to be nice." "Maybe if I show you how painful I can make it you'll realise how good you're having it stop being such a whiny ungrateful brat. You want this, my baby? You want me to hurt you? So don't make me hurt you."

In the end they'd kiss your whole weak body and your puffed teary face while begging for your forgiveness. They'd say they don't deserve you, they are a monster, they just don't know how to control themselves when you smell like this and they were so hungry. You'd be pampered: a hot bath, body massage, your favourite food, that thing you've been eyeing for so long but was way too out of your budget.

They'd do just about anything you ask for. Anything but promise not to do it again.

[90ekz]

ive head this nagging thought in the back of my head that satoru has some kinda random spot on his body that’ll make him instantly pop a bone. I DONT KNOW JUST WORK WITH ME HERE PLS 🙏 i love your works btw 😘

✧ sweet spot, ft. satoru gojo

✧ tags: mostly fluff, whiny satoru, ‘baby’ as a nickname, did i say mostly fluff already??, dry humping, overstim, loser satoru cs he’s mushy and in love

✧ an: this idea is now living in my head and not paying rent, thanks a lot anon :/

satoru usually just does his own hair care, and he’s very meticulous about it. he wants everything to be clean and pristine—not that you weren’t capable of doing that for him, he’s just very, very dramatic. he didn’t even know this spot was sensitive until… literally now.

he’s standing in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his growing undercut. he figured it was time for him to cut it anyway, but his arms were very sore from some training he’d done with the kids yesterday.

“babe.”

“y’esh?” he chuckled at your mouthful of the minty paste, and just waited for you to finish brushing. when you finally did, you turned to face him as he brushed his thumb over the white pooling on the corner of your mouth.

“can you cut my hair today? ‘arms are so sore.” satoru whined, his finger still tracing your lip lazily.

“have you washed it? i don’t need your lice transferring to me—ouch! okay, okay, plug in the clippers!” you giggled as he pinched your lip. the clippers rested on his side of the sink, and he plugged them in wordlessly. you stood behind him, lightly brushing the area with the small brush you know is the most comfortable for him. satoru sighs lightly as you do this, and his shoulders relax.

he didn’t know exactly what it was, but your hands felt different than his. you made him so sensitive usually anyway, but this was weird. his cheeks were heating, and everything was tingling, not just his neck.

and then you did it.

the clippers worked in upward strokes as you trimmed the hair down, and suddenly your thumb brushed over some magical pressure point of his. satoru felt pleasure shoot down his spine like he never had before, and a almost girly squeak slipped out before he could stop it. your eyes go wide and you remove the clippers from his neck. satoru is deathly still, and you watched color bloom over his cheeks in the mirror.

“…you okay sato’?” the nickname drips off your tongue like honey—so effortless, so intimate, and he hates that you decided to use it right now. he can’t take it. you’ve never called him that, and he can hear the amused tilt in your voice.

satoru gulps, because he doesn’t know what to say. how does he say that he wants you to keep going, to keep brushing over that exact spot so he can pinpoint exactly what that feeling was just now? he’s never felt anything like that when he cut his own hair…

he settles on a weak little “i’m fine, baby,” because frankly? he doesn’t trust himself to say any other words right now.

you give him a little smile in the mirror before your hands start working again, and you finally start getting somewhere with actually cutting his damn hair. he doesn’t feel anything out of the ordinary happen anymore, and now he’s finally cleanly shaven again like he likes. you did an exceptional job, and satoru peppers you with kisses as a reward.

he mostly stops thinking about it after this.

yeah, maybe the thought lingers in the back of his head for a few hours after, and maybe he stands in the bathroom rubbing his thumb over the back of his neck for a little longer than considered normal, but it was fine.

except for when you call him down to finish watching the movie you’d started earlier, and he’s laying on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. satoru isn’t even paying attention to what your hand is doing as he yaps about the plot of the film, and you listen.

“he’s a piece of shit! i mean, he stayed with his side piece on the plane, and made his wife drive in the snow? fuck mike ‘till it’s backwards.” satoru spits, his attention fully focused on the movie’s plot.

unlike you, who’s mind was still in the bathroom, cutting satoru’s hair.

you haven’t stopped thinking about the little noise he’d made as you’d accidentally pressed your finger over the nape of his neck, right where the hair started. he sounded so weak—so vulnerable, and you decided right then that you needed to hear much more of that.

your mind was now solely focused on one thing, and your hand was moving just as it was in the bathroom. you twirled your fingers around strands, until finally threading your fingers through his hair and giving a small tug. this tore a stuttered breath out of satoru, and you smiled. he’d gone a little more rigid against you, and his commentary had stopped as you payed so much attention to him. he was losing focus of the movie, too.

“b-babe,”

“hmm?” you hummed back, fingers now traveling from his hair to his lower neck, tracing small circles there. you knew what you were looking for, but why not tease a little first?

satoru couldn’t answer you if he tried—every word in his throat dies as you press down onto that spot once more, and he’s slamming his hand on-top of yours to make sure you don’t move it. he isn’t sure why he does that exactly, but why does it matter? why does anything matter when you’re touching him like this?

he can’t do this, just one press on his spot has his dick rising and stiff against your thigh, and even you can hardly believe it.

“sato.” you grip his hair to pull him off your chest, just enough to look at you. he whines from the mixture of the nickname and the sting of his scalp.

“b-baby, please.” satoru breathes. you know what he’s asking for, and you figured you’d done enough teasing for a while. you grin, rubbing your thumb back and forth over the pressure point back and forth, up and down, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he came just from this based on the sounds he was making. he hovers you, his arms barely holding his body up, and he’s heaving into your neck.

“breathe, satoru.”

“mmph—i will! i will, just please don’t stop,” satoru whines, his hips grinding down against your thigh. sure, this whole thing is embarrassing as hell, but he couldn’t help the cheeky grin that stretched across his face as you indulged him. as you ran your acrylics over the sensitive part of him, he dropped his head back into your shoulders, and his own started to shake violently.

he was laughing.

you were shocked by this, but you didn’t dare stop. at some point, you couldn’t help but snort a little as he grasped onto you. it was cute—the way his giggles melted into moans, the way he couldn’t control himself or his emotions in the moment. there were no coherent thoughts forming in his head except for fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

and you loved it that way.

[starbunii]

BESTIE I LOVED THAT SUCCUBUS READER RQ, IF YOU CAN, CAN YOU DO SCARAMOUCHE AND ALHAITHAM WITH IT? 👀

. succubus gf (pt.2!) 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ scara/wanderer and alhaitham x reader (seperate) ! 

notes: HAA WATCH THIS END UP BECOMING A SERIES LMFASOJFSF alhaitham might be a bit ooc just bc im still learning how to write for him and everything! if anyone has any suggestions for how i can make him more in-character, pls feel free to leave some!! tysm for requesting!

headcanons ノ fluff mostlyノfem! reader ノcanon universe

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scaramouche/wanderer

❝ tch... such a needy, weak little creature...what would you do without me? ❞

like venti, he'll also tease you to no end, just...meaner

he's literally the rudest everrrr, teasing you if you're hungry, not allowing you to receive kisses or touches or anything you want smh

after a while, he'll start to feel bad and pull you into a cuddle/make out sesh, gently holding you and squeezing you softly

honestly, even though he has more of a mean attitude, he loves very gently when you're feeding

gentle kisses, stroking your head, holding your hand; all over you in the nicest way possible

maybe im biased bc i love softie scara, but i get the feeling that he understands feeding is something very personal to you, and would want to have you feed in the softest way possible

HOWEVER...if he catches you feeding off someone else, it is no longer gentle and soft

biting, nipping at you, giving you hickeys, spankings even. oh, he's horrible..you both luv it tho, be honest

alhaitham

❝ can't you wait a moment, ya fo‘aadi..? i'm very clearly busy.. ❞

you always tend to pop up at the worst time; right as he's filing documents for the akademiya.. now, he's not one for teasing, but expect several disgruntled sighs

he'll hold you, knowing you're probably starving, just trying to feed without bothering him

like scara, he's incredibly gentle when loving up on you

since you're on his lap most of the time, expect gentle touches: back rubs, forehead kisses, getting your hair played with

if he's got time, maybe a long kiss on the lips, but don't expect anything like making out

he doesn't like anything like that in his office, preferring to keep business and pleasure seperate

however, if you get too whiny or squirmy while he's working, he might have to bite you to keep you quiet

he's really just trying to finish his work. but who's to say he doesn't have plans for you after that?

starbunii 2024 — all rights reserved. do not redistribute or translate to any other platforms

[bigdumbbambieyes]

nsfw!!

there are days when Billy just can’t stop thinking about getting his mouth on Steve.

like, he’ll kiss his pretty boy goodbye in the car and leave to go to work at the auto shop and it’s not even fifteen minutes into his work day that he’s thinking about Steve’s huge dick and tight ass.

it’s not really a problem, he gets a little chubbed up in his coveralls but it’s easy to hide, but by the time he’s outside in the afternoon having his third cigarette of the day, his thoughts turn to a craving.

he remembers the weight of Steve’s legs on his shoulders, how he sounds when he cums, all breathy and a little whiny, how his cum tastes when Billy’s swallowing it down.

or, spitting it onto his pretty boy’s pretty hole.

god, he loves pushing Steve’s own cum into him with a thumb or his tongue.

his boss calls him back to change oil on a car and billy has to adjust himself before going back in.

by the time the end of the day rolls around, he’s ready to go, and steps out the front door of the shop to see that familiar car waiting for him.

his boyfriend’s face lights up when Billy opens the passenger door and sits down; it’s so sweet. he has no idea what sort of nasty things Billy’s gonna do to him.

Steve goes on and on about his day, and Billy listens, smiling to himself, until they get home.

and Steve wants to start dinner, something they do together a couple times a week, but Billy’s pulling him into the shower with him to scrub off the dirt and grease from the day instead.

Steve’s protests are weak at best as he’s pulled into the bathroom, telling Billy that he needs to cook, as if Billy doesn’t need him.

he gets his princess to shut up with a kiss as he pulls him into the warm shower, rubbing soapy hands all over each other as Billy sucks Steve’s tongue into his mouth, eating up the moan Steve gives him in return.

he can feel Steve’s dick growing hard and reaches down to feel it, wrapping his fingers around it and swearing into his boyfriend’s mouth, muttering, “You got a big fucking cock, hm?”

and Steve says a soft, sweet, “Yeah,” so breathless into his mouth, rocking his hips forward into that grip.

Billy’s other hand goes around to slide his fingers between Steve’s cheeks, pressing against the puckered skin there and humming, “Got a tight pussy, too, yeah?”

Steve shudders, his jaw dropping as he nods, staring into Billy’s bright blue eyes the entire time.

“Say it,” Billy murmurs, desperate.

“No,” Steve huffs, being a brat.

Billy fixes him with a look, tilting his head a little to the side.

“What’s gotten into you?” Steve murmurs, pressing a cute little kiss to Billy’s mouth as he rocks back against those prodding fingers.

and Billy shrugs, mutters, “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Playing with me in the shower?” Steve quirks a brow.

“Getting my mouth all over you, mostly.”

Steve’s gaze darkens and he’s pulling Billy into another kiss, eager for it now.

he gets his princess all riled up before pushing him away to actually get clean, grinning at the hungry glare Steve gives him as he leans against the cool shower wall, chuckling when his boyfriend tells him to ‘hurry up’.

and Billy’s never been the best at impulse control so he shuts the water off, gives them a couple seconds to towel dry, before he’s taking Steve to their bedroom.

he pushes his pretty boy down onto the bed and grabs his hips, tugs him down a bit just to watch his big cock twitch, and finally gets his mouth on him.

he’s messy with it. he swallows down most of Steve’s cock, bobbing his head and making the grossest slurping sounds because he knows it gets Steve off, pulling his mouth off and wrapping his hand around the base to smack his own cheek with it, staring up at Steve who’s staring right back at him, his lips parted and face flushed, moaning loudly as Billy lowers his mouth to suck at his balls, one by one.

he can feel his face smeared with spit and precum but he doesn’t care, not when he’s pushing Steve’s knees to his chest and having a taste of him there, moaning his approval.

tastes as sweet as he looks.

he doesn’t stop until his jaw aches and his chin is covered, spitting onto that loosened muscle before spearing it with his tongue, biting so hard at the flesh of Steve’s ass that his teeth mark it in bruises. he works his way back up, licking over his taint and balls, his cock, sucking hard at the tip until Steve’s sobbing, begging to cum, shaking apart with it when he does.

Billy talks him through it, hums a soft ‘good boy’ just to see Steve blush, and smiles in both adoration and satisfaction as he watches his boyfriend come down from that high, still settled between his thighs.

his gaze travels down to the sight before him, spit-slicked skin and a twitching hole, and thinks how much prettier Steve would look with cum dripping out of him.

and as expected, Steve agrees.

[linos-luna]

Stray Kids: Dom vs. Sub ❣️

Stray Kids x Reader

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Chan

Soft Dom!

Chan is definitely a soft dom. All he wants is to take care of his baby girl/boy. Although he can be strict if necessary.

• loving

• you call him daddy

• loves teasing you

• lots of praising

• you better listen to him or he will punish you

• but it takes a lot to get him mad

• still lowkey controlling, even outside the bedroom

• loves manhandling you

“Let me take care of you, baby”

“Listen to daddy, baby[girl/boy]”

“You’re doing so good for me”

“You’re such a good [girl/boy]”

~~~~

Minho

Hard Dom!

Minho is a hard dom. He is very strict and loves being rough with you. He also loves punishing you. He says he hates brats but lowkey likes when you act up, it’s like a challenge.

• calls you kitten/kitty

• loves degrading you

• dirty talk

• spanks you a lot

• loves your ass

• often fucks your due to jealousy

• but is always soft afterwards

• best aftercare 💕

“You’re enjoying this huh? What a dirty slut you are”

“Thinking you can act up in front of me? *tsk* dumb kitty!”

“I’m gonna spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week”

“Dumb kitty, all you can think about is my cock”

~~~~

Changbin

Switch! (Leaning sub)

Changbin is a switch. When dom, he is very soft. Much like Chan, he just wants to take care of you. When sub, he can be whiny but will usually listen.

• whiny sub

• wants to impress you

• mostly listens to you.

• doesn’t act out much

• wants to be taken car of

• but when he doms

• literally so soft but also loves manhandling you

• doesn’t care if you’re smaller, bigger, taller or shorter than him. You are his baby and you should listen to him

• rarely punishes you but if he does, he likes denying your orgasams

• degrades and praises you

“Please let me touch you~”

“I’ll be your good boy”

“You’re just my dumb baby”

“Aw, are you tired? I could do this all night, baby”

~~~~

Hyunjin

Switch!

Hyunjin is a cocky dom and bratty sub. He always wants to get a rise out of you no matter what.

• As a dom, he constantly teases you

• he loves taking you from behind and denying you what you want

• as a sub, he is a brat.

• he wants to bug you

• he needs your reactions to get off

• hard to tame but once you do, he’s putty in your hand

“You can’t cum without me huh?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t hear you.”

“Make me!”

“Are you mad, [noona/hyung]?”

~~~~

Han

Bratty/whiny Sub!

Han is needy and constantly wants your attention. He will do anything to get it no matter what.

• is very whiny

• mostly just whiny/needy but will be a brat if you don’t give him instant attention

• will call you Mommy, noona, or Daddy.

• wants to be called baby or baby boy

• may have a pain kink..

• although pretty easy to tame

• after all… he just wants your attention

“[noona/mommy/daddy], touch me already!”

“I’ve missed you all day!”

“What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

“Hurt me, [noona/mommy/daddy]!”

~~~~

Felix

Sub!

Felix is the sweetest and loving sub. He will rarely ever act out. The smallest of touch will make him weak in the knees. Lowkey desperate for you

• will be so complicit

• wants to be called baby boy or lixie

• calls you mommy or daddy

• will refer to himself in 3rd person if he’s really deep in subspace

• needy and desperate for you but will hold back

• don’t be mean to him tho, he’ll probably cry

• just wants to be your good boy

*pouts* “[mommy/daddy], I need you right now.”

“Is lixie a good boy?”

“Please please please!”

“Can I touch [mommy/daddy]?”

~~~~

Seungmin

Strict dom!

Seungmin is a very strict dom. He hates brats and will not tolerate it at all. He won’t even entertain it unless you really piss him off

• lots of rules

- no touching yourself without his permission

- no cursing

- no cumming without permission

- no talking back to seungmin

• must call him sir or master. Or by name every time

• will bend you over and spank you at any point

• isn’t afraid to scold you in public

• loves to humiliate you

“Watch your mouth, baby[girl/boy]”

“On your knees, now!”

“If you don’t behave, I will spank right here, right now. I don’t care if your friends are here”

“Are you gonna be a good [girl/boy] today?”

~~~~

Jeongin

Switch (leaning Dom)

• Jeongin doesn’t like being a sub but will submit if you push him

• calls you noona or hyung

• very sensitive to touch

But…

• when he doms 👀

• he loves showing you who’s boss

• He’d mock you but still call you noona or hyung

• hard dom

• wants you to ride him so he can watch your fucked out face and control your hips

• he loves feeling the power over you

“am I still your baby boy now?”

[nariism]

yours, truly

pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: suggestive but nothing explicitly nsfw! angst (kinda) and comfort, heavy narration, mutual pining (sae is bad at feelings lol), implied childhood friends to lovers

synopsis. sae was always afraid of those three words. he's broken, after all. how do you love when you are unlovable?

wc. 1.4k

i love you should be simple.

unfortunately, loving a man like sae was never meant to be peaceful.

it was always catastrophic—the way fire licks skin, the place where lightning and thunder meet, the expansive sea opening up to swallow you whole.

he was just like that, you suppose. closed off from the world in a way that you could not heal even if you tried your best to kiss the wounds away. he was never the type to open up about feelings. and he's never been sentimental, either.

being touchy-feely and sentimental are signs of weakness. the last thing itoshi sae wants to be called is weak.

the first time he offered up his heart on a silver platter, beating and bloody and raw, it was trampled into the ground. stomped out by the heel of someone who had seen him in his most vulnerable moments. it was just some fling in spain; he's not even sure he can remember their face, but for some reason he wanted to throw up.

he told you about it once in passing, with a coffee in one hand and your groceries in the other (he always insisted on carrying them). and he said it so nonchalantly that you had half a mind to laugh in his face and say "yeah, good one, sae," until he looked at you with a sort of sadness in his eyes that you couldn't forget.

you've quickly learned how to tread on eggshells around him when he was in a bad mood; delicately balancing between his good and bad days—mostly bad, mind you.

you're too patient. too kind to a man so broken. but he's too selfish to care.

he's had his fair share of hardships, maybe more than the average person. definitely more than he could count on all ten of his fingers. and each time life snuffed out whatever little light he had left in him, he became more and more angry.

angry at what? angry at himself. angry at the universe. filled to the brim with this rage that he couldn't tame. it's made him cold and detached and starved for warmth.

it was the natural progression of life that filled him with this greed and hunger. he craved for something to finally be his.

he can't love without it being disastrous anymore. it’s almost as if he needs something to fill in the gaps in his heart where fate has so brutally stolen from him; his career, his dreams, his brother.

he was thirteen when he left japan. he was eighteen when he came home. he was thirteen when he said goodbye to you in that airport. he was eighteen when he finally felt like he could breathe again.

but even with your fingers in his hair and your lips against his and the world finally coming to a halt for the first time since he was a child, he couldn't say it.

i love you should be simple. it should come as easy as a heartbeat. for sae it’s agonizing. what right does a man so unlovable have to give love of his own?

being unlovable is a horrible, lonely thing. that's all he knows. that's all he allows himself to know.

it doesn't help that he's bad at it, too. he really does seem like a monster when he says things he doesn't mean in order to protect his own heart. but what most don't realize is that the world has been terribly, terribly cruel to itoshi sae.

now he's twenty-three and doesn't know how to do anything but love devastatingly. he’s incapable of being gentle.

it's constantly there, in the back of his mind. dancing just behind the barrier of his lips when you give him soft smiles and smooth out his jacket with your hands. the words are pounding on the cages of his throat as you climb into his lap and smear kisses along his jaw, breathy and whiny and sweet. but then he bites his tongue until he can taste the blood, and buries his face between your legs instead.

i love you should be simple. for sae, it's the furthest thing.

it's a complicated swell of emotions in him, melting his usual indifferent facade until he's a puddle in your arms. he's not sure what love really is, if he's being honest. it's not something easily defined in a dictionary. words can’t describe the turmoil inside of him.

whatever it is, he's convinced himself that he's in love with you—that he always has been and he always will be. but everything he touches he sets ablaze. you're the last person he wants to be collateral damage. he's so fucking afraid that everything will be too real once he tells you those three words.

he's lived in reality his whole life. he wants to live in a dream for once. just this once, in your arms. and selfishly.

and you must know that, too, because despite making him dinner every night and sleeping in his bed even though your name is not on the lease, you've never told him you love him, either. but he can tell by the way your fingers brush his knuckles when he reaches out to hold your hand in the middle of the night. and when you kiss him it lingers for a moment longer than would leave him sane.

there are words unspoken with every action: i love you.

and when sae finally cracks, because every part of him has always been brittle, he loves you wholly. destructively. like a flame raging through a forest—bite marks and promises whispered into your skin. there are words buried beneath all that, as well:

i'm sorry. please be gentle with my heart. the world has not.

itoshi sae doesn't know how to be loved. every part of him is rough around the edges. but there's something beautiful in the way you love him without reason. in the way you're so patient when he shuts you out like a child slamming their door.

you were kinder than he could ever be. you had so much love to pour out that he envied it. he remembers growing up and thinking it was ridiculous. now some nights it's all he wants.

sae is unlovable. that's what the world had taught him. but for some reason, it never seems to stop you.

it's supposed to be a sunday night like any other. you're complaining to him about something silly called the "sunday scaries" and how you were currently being put through the ringer at work. it's an english phrase that gets a laugh out of you. he adores it. he adores you.

you're stirring a pot of curry while you speak. he's standing beside you watching. you aren't dressed even slightly, your hair is all over the place. and you're talking about something entirely stupid, putting a name to the feeling of not wanting to go to work tomorrow.

there it is again; the complicated swirling of emotions etched deep in his heart. you deserve something better. you deserve normalcy. and itoshi sae is anything but normal.

and accompanied with this thought, for the first time in his nearly twenty-four years as a mortal, the idea of silence is even more scary than snapping out of this daydream he's living in and saying—

"i love you."

you blink at him, pausing in your stirring. "what?"

"i love you," he says it again. you've always known how to read between the lines with him:

i'm offering all of myself to you and it's fucking terrifying. don't just look at me like that.

he reaches over to turn off the stove because you're staring at him with your mouth opening and closing. and then he rolls his eyes as if he didn't just do the one thing he feared most.

you're not sure how you get pressed up against the counter so fast, head tilted back as he greedily devours your skin like he usually does when he doesn't want to talk anymore. you definitely don't mind.

there's more to the story. more he wants to say. but he's not good with words—never has been. so he only kisses you until you're gasping for air and laughing. until his heart throbs where it sits in his ribcage. until you tell him:

"i love you, too."

i love you is not something simple for itoshi sae. but with you, he's willing to learn.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[acehoons]

zb1 getting jealous . . !

☆! ot9 x gn!reader. fluff. not proofread. requested.

[ 🎧 ] now playing . . only by lee hi

a/n: hi, i’m back! sorry for taking an unannounced hiatus, i wasn’t feeling too well the past few week. anyway, keep sending requests! i’ll get to them asap.

% . . kim jiwoong

pouty pouty pouty

probably turns into a whiny man-baby to capture your attention

you won’t have to guess if this man’s jealous

he will let you KNOW

not too territorial

but will not hesitate to throw hands if he sees anyone being too handsy to you

more utc.

you’d be having a regular conversation outside with a coworker

and this man would be behind you in 0.5 seconds

with his hands on your waist and chest pressed against your back

might also be a little petty

gives little hints when he talks

“yeah MY S/O is great. mhm.” “MY S/O does that, too.”

lmao this man is not gonna get his hands off of you even after you get home

good luck

% . . zhang hao

THE PETTIEST

boy… where do we even start!!

probably gets real cautious when anyone tries to be flirty or touchy with you

will stare at the person you’re talking too the entire time

if looks could kill that person would be on the floor, decomposed

get’s real antsy, too

you’d be talking to a coworker during a company event you and hao attended

he won’t keep his eyes off the two of you, for sure

will probably get a little upset at you for not noticing the other person’s advances

“did you even SEE him? he was flirting with you!”

he means no harm, he’s just protective

and he just wants to make sure that you’re putting up proper boundaries for both yourself and your relationship

give him a lil kiss and a promise that he’s the only guy you want

and he’ll be okay

hao can be ur lil drama queen sometimes

% . . sung hanbin

i don’t think hanbin gets jealous a lot!

he’s pretty secure with his relationship with you so

what’s there to be jealous about?

but there are times where he finds himself a little envious

especially when you spend a lot of time with a certain friend or coworker

it’s a feeling he vocalizes with you a lot

when you get home from lunch with the alleged coworker, hanbin wastes no time to talk to you about it

“i’m sorry, i just overthink sometimes..”

and you’re grateful for it because you can reassure him that he’s the only guy you’ve got your eye on

a few hugs and kisses and a netflix marathon with you and he’s good to go!

hanbin the greenest flag to ever exist

% . . seok matthew

i feel like matthew doesn’t get jealous for real a lot

he mostly uses it to act cute so he can get attention from you

like he’s not actually jealous,

but if him pouting gets him extra cuddle time before bed then, why not?

he’ll take advantage of your weakness to his puppy eyes, too

you’d be on the phone with your best friend

when he comes up to you, pouting and asking for attention

you’d try to tell him you’re busy with your friend, and he pouts even harder

too late, you’re a goner now

you’d pretend to hate it, but honestly you don’t mind that you can’t say no to this man

“hehe. thank you babyyyy~”

whipped fr

% . . kim taerae

this man is a little 50/50

sometimes he’ll get jealous, sometimes he wont

i think it depends

if it’s with your close friends, he’ll let his guard down

but with strangers and people he doesn’t know well, he can be a little cautious as well

like if you have to talk with someone you’re not close to privately

he doesn’t like it

not because he doesn’t trust you or whatever

he’s just very anxious

interrogates you right after

“what did he say? did he hit on you? he knows you have a boyfriend right?”

just assure him that everything’s fine and there is nothing to worry about

and he’ll be ok

% . . shen quanrui

if jealousy was a person, it would be named shen ricky

gets jealous SO EASILY

but doesn’t say it!

he actually feels bad for feeling jealous over the littlest things so he ends up bottling all of his emotions :((

like even when you’re only talking to a close friend

he can’t help but to feel a little jealous

tries to hide it

“i’m okay, seriously baby it’s not a big deal.”

but through his facial expression and mannerisms, you can immediately tell that he’s feeling upset

so you almost always try to comfort him by including him in the conversations with your friends

and holding his hands even when you’re all out with your friends

it helps him a little

but if he ever keeps on overthinking you’re always willing to reassure him

and he’s very thankful for it

% . . kim gyuvin

i feel like gyuvin’s not the jealous type either

gyuvin’s very comfortable in your relationship so jealousy is almost never an option

but! that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen!

it’s incredibly rare, but gyuvin can feel a bit jealous sometimes

whenever he notices you paying a bit too much attention on a male friend he’s introduced to you

won’t make a big fuss about it

but will let you know that he’s not feeling okay with the situation

“i just feel like he’s trying to hit on you or something…”

so in return you respect his wishes by pushing the alleged friend away

it’s alright though, he’s got nothing to worry about

% . . park gunwook

i have a feeling that gunwook may be a little dense at times in terms of a relationship

so a jealous gunwook is rare

because he absolutely does not even notice any ill intentions of anyone towards you

a stranger would be asking directions and talking to you on the street

trying to hit you up and flirting with you

and gunwook would just

let it happen???

thinking that the guy is just friendly

but when he asks for your number, the pieces click in gunwook’s head

“sorry, (s)he’s got a boyfriend.”

he’d smile at the guy and pull you away

you’d admire his reaction, praising him for not overreacting or making a scene

and he’d tell you that there’s no need for it

because he knows you won’t hurt him

% . . han yujin

yujin gets jealous quite often as well

but not in a toxic way or whatever

he’s just very protective of you

especially when you talk to people he doesn’t like

you’d be talking with an alleged bully at school

he’d stumble upon both of you in the halls and immediately alarms would start blaring inside his head

practically sprinting, he interrupts your conversation, pulling you away from the guy

you’d be a little upset at how rude he was but he’d tell you that the guy definitely deserves it

“don’t talk to him, he’s bad news. like bad bad.”

he’s not territorial or possessive

he just worries that people might abuse your kindness

and to him, that is not okay

acehoons © 2023

[g1rld1ary]

tell me when you're sober ; sirius black x gn!gryffindor!reader

➻ yayay my first sirius fic !!

➻ word count: 2042

➻ synopsis: drunk at a house party, sirius calls the reader and confesses something he shouldn't have

➻ warnings: mentions of alcohol & being drunk, swearing, a little angst (maybe??), happy ending, kissing, gn pronouns (lmk if I've missed any!)

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You were lying on your bed at home, content with your cozy night in. The newest Ella Fitzgerald record playing softly from the corner; a candle burning on your nightstand. You’d completed an extensive self care routine, feeling fresh, healthy and calm as you settled into your newest novel — a romance that had you dreaming of one of your closest friends.

Sirius Black was one of your best friends in the whole world. Both being Gryffindors, you had pretty much grown up together, and somewhere along the way you’d developed feelings for him against your will. But how could you not? He was beautiful, charming, and always managed to make you laugh; even the longest nights studying in the common room weren’t quite as tedious when he was hanging around — as much as you’d complain about him ‘bothering’ you. Whilst you knew he wouldn’t ever reciprocate your feelings and you would remain just friends, you were mostly content with that fact. You were filled with the type of love for him that was somewhat satisfied as long as you could express it, regardless of if it was under the guise of platonic affection. Still, that resignation didn’t stop you from imagining Sirius as the love interest in the novels you read; reciting poetry and executing grand gestures in your head.

The phone ringing down the hall brought you from your daze, and you tried to focus on the words written on the page until your mother knocked on your bedroom door, saying the call was for you. Curiously, you crawled out of bed, straightening your pyjamas as you hurried to the phone attached to the wall just outside of the kitchen.

“Hello?” You didn’t know what to expect, but your face softened to a smile when you heard the reply.

“My gorgeous y/n!” Sirius sang, consonants slightly slurred. You knew your friends were at a house party tonight, one that you’d politely declined despite Sirius’ insistence in you being there. It wasn’t your scene, and the group had organised a quieter games night at James’ place the night after, so you weren’t worried about missing too much.

“What are you doing, Black? Shouldn’t you be dancing on a table somewhere?” You teased, laughing lightly at the memory of one party you did attend, and the absolute fool Sirius had made of himself to Bennie and the Jets. He hummed in agreement.

“I was. But I wanted to talk to my favourite person — ‘ve missed you.”

“You’re seeing me tomorrow, Sirius. I’m sure you can hold on sixteen more hours?” You could practically see Sirius shaking his head no, childish pout on his lips. That was how you knew he was pretty drunk, he always got whiny and overly affectionate.

“But that’s with everyone, I miss you,” You both loved and hated when he flirted with you like this; you knew it was a joke but it still made you weak in the knees. “Tell me about your day.” You sighed, knowing that it was chatting to him or worrying about the dumb inebriated decisions he would no doubt make, so you started.

You gave him a run through of your day, sliding down the wall to be in a seated position as you realised it would probably be a long call. You told him about the summer deep clean you’d powered through and the subsequent self care night you had definitely earned. He listened intently, and you could occasionally hear him hum into the phone or interject with a one word response, just so you knew he was paying attention. You’d launched into a recap of your novel so far when you realised he hadn’t spoken in several minutes. Worrying he’d passed out or lost interest in your ramblings you tapered off.

“Sirius? You there?” He hummed an affirmation. “Oh. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, ‘course. It’s just…” He trailed off and you frowned, holding the silence so he’d continue. “I love you.”

You sighed in relief. You two, and the rest of the friendship group, said ‘I love you’ all the time, it was never something to be apprehensive about.

“You know I love you too, Black. I’m still on the phone aren’t I?” You laughed, twirling the yellow cord around your freshly painted (but almost definitely dry) fingers. You heard him groan over the phone and faltered again.

“No, y/n. I’m fucking in love with you.”

You almost dropped the phone you were so surprised. You felt your heart beating against your chest, both in excitement and panic. He didn’t mean it, he couldn’t. Maybe Remus had broken his promise and told Sirius about your crush on him and this was all some kind of sick joke. Sirius Black was not in love with you — you had seen him grinding and making out with Marissa from the year above at the end of year party, and that was only a few weeks ago. All the possible joy that had crept into the edges of your heart was extinguished, and instead anger bloomed, spreading to the tips of your fingers, which brought the receiver back up to your face.

“Hang up and tell me when you’re sober.” With that you slammed the phone back on the wall, hot tears building behind your eyes, threatening to fall. You stumbled blindly back into your bedroom, both red hot rage and crushing sadness obscuring your vision.

Safely in bed, you let the tears fall. How dare he? You were the one who had pined after him for years, made peace with the fact that you would never hear those words out of his mouth for you, and for what? For him to rip out your heart because he was drunk and bored? Did he think it was funny? Did he even know what he was doing to you? You sobbed into the stuffed dog Sirius had given you for your last birthday, before the anger resurfaced and you launched it across the room, slamming your head into the pillow as the toy made a dull thud against the wall.

You almost didn’t go to James’ game night the next evening. You reasoned it would just be too humiliating, Sirius would crow about the girl he had hooked up with after you’d ended the call — or even worse make fun of you about the supposed confession. No, you were more than ready to call in sick and spend the night pitying yourself over a fat bowl of ice cream. However, when James called around midday begging you to bring your ‘world famous’ white chocolate brownies “And your sweet face, of course,” how could you refuse? And so you got dressed in your confidence outfit; pulling your hair into your favourite style. You needed all the help you could get today.

Standing in front of James’ door you sucked in a breath. Trying to put an easy smile on your face, it faltered when Sirius was the one to welcome you inside. He grinned when he saw you, which made the flicker of anger spark once more. How could he act like he didn’t just say he was in love with you?

“Hey everyone, y/n’s here!” He called, and you could the hear the stampede of footsteps as your friends all came out to greet you. Your smile returned involuntarily as Remus pulled you into a strong hug, which was copied by each of the girls. James, conversely, dropped to the floor in a position of worship as you presented the tray of brownies.

You all sat around the fire, chatting easily as James painstakingly set up the game of Monopoly in front of you.

“Man, I don’t remember a thing from last night,” Sirius said, reclining back in an armchair. Everyone laughed but you, and you fought with your brain to keep your features relaxed as you stared at him.

“Be grateful for that,” Lily laughed, counting out game money in piles. “You made an utter tool of yourself.”

“Yeah, rambling about Merlin knows what all bloody night; you were nonsensical,” Marlene teased and you cast your eyes down to study your fingers, picking at the already chipping polish. That’s why Sirius had acted like nothing was wrong, he didn’t even remember he’d said it. Only you were left with your whole world changed, and the bastard didn’t even have to suffer the memories of it. Suddenly you were overcome with the urge to take the beer Peter was offering you, downing half the bottle in two gulps.

“What’s got you all riled up, love?” Remus asked and you stuttered, unable of course to tell him the truth. Eyeing James’ finished set up you created a lie.

“Getting ready to dominate you all in Monopoly, duh.”

After that night, you couldn’t face Sirius. You weren’t avoiding him, per se, you could never do that. But you weren’t making any effort to see him, and you were proud of that self restraint. At dinners you’d sit next to your other friends, not looking at him unless he addressed you directly. Between classes you’d take off without waiting for him, claiming you were already stressed about the workload. Your friends could tell something was wrong, but no one could figure out what — seemingly not even Sirius.

Until one Friday night. It was unusually quiet, no parties planned or adventures to be had, and so you and your friends had taken over the Gryffindor common room, laughing and talking over the radio and the crackling of the fireplace.

“Firewhiskey, Pads?” James offered, but Sirius shook his head.

“Not tonight.” He smiled, sparing a casual glance to you. You weren’t looking at him, pretending to be engrossed in Lily’s conversation, but you couldn’t help but be slightly concerned. When did Sirius ever turn down a drink? Especially on a Friday night. You shook your head slightly, it wasn’t your problem anymore, you were still mad at him.

Eventually the night wound down, everyone heading back up to their respective dorm room one by one, tired out by the week. When you look up from the novel you’d been engrossed in for the past half hour, you were shocked by the fact that it was just you and Sirius left. Stranger than that was that Sirius wasn’t even doing anything, just staring blankly at the fire as his leg bounced aggressively.

You got up quickly, collecting your things in the attempt of a smooth escape. No such luck. Sirius stood to stop you and you stepped back carefully.

“What are you doing, Sirius?” You asked, forcefully avoiding his steely gaze.

“I’m in love with you.” You faltered, meeting his eyes to search for hidden meaning. You found none.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you, stupid. And I’m sure as hell sober right now, you can ask anyone.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot as you realised what all this meant. He had told the truth on that phone call and you had not only hung up on him, but also got mad and avoided him. Despite his feelings being more than reciprocated. The burning anger that had made a home in your stomach recently dissolved into butterflies, and a smile grew. Sirius relaxed as he saw your body language change, and chanced a tentative step towards you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” Your eyes shone in the firelight and Sirius couldn’t help but pull you closer towards him, arms wrapped around your waist.

“I thought, I mean I was worried—” You cut him off by holding his cheeks in your palms, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, one which he hungrily chased. You laughed and indulged him, the two of you holding each other carefully, lips moving slowly, exploring the other.

“Just so we’re clear,” You teased, “I’m pretty in love with you too, Black.”

[smolbean12]

Dating Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nobara and Maki's here

Itadori and Megumi's here

Sukuna and Naoya's here

☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

First of all, all the best. You really need it.

He's a menace.

Will wake you up at 3am and ask you stuff like "Do you think bugs will take over the world someday? They're tiny but I'm really scared of them."

"Satoru what the actual fu-?"

He would mostly only date someone if he was 100% sure that they could protect themselves or if he could be there for them.

But if he did start liking someone seriously, he would not cheat. He has found the one and there is no reason to drive them away.

He acts happy and carefree in front of others but in front of his lover he crumbles.

He's able to be weak for once and cry and cry and cry. please hug him, he deserves it.

Sometimes he gets really whiny and cuddly and won't let you go even if you both cuddled for the whole day.

"I got you some souvenirs from my mission!"

You take him to meet your parents and he manspreads the entire couch. So, your dad has to bring a chair from the dining table and sit on it. Asks your dad stupid questions to annoy him. "Why can't we just print more money?" everyone pretends not to notice the TV remote chucked at him

Flirts with your grandma. She loves him.

Eats the dessert your mom made and only the dessert. Your dad has to warn him about diabetes. i wonder if he has a lot of cavities

Your mom and grandma really love him but your dad hates his guts.

He's just a 6'3 tall babie who likes sweets and you :)

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

When I tell you this man is boyfriend, husband and baby daddy material.

He is THE man. The only man ever. gojo you lucky lucky man

Treats you SO WELL that you start thinking he's imaginary 'cause no way anybody is THIS perfect.

This is the Geto Suguru before defecting btw.

Never forgets any of the important dates like your birthday, your mom's birthday etc etc

"Hey, isn't it your second cousin's dog's birthday today?"

Lots of friendly banter. He looooves giving you silly little nicknames. He looks at you lovingly and goes, "My little tolerable monkey" jkjk

He's a human heater. Always warm no matter the weather. You wouldn't even need a blanket when you sleep next to him. He will put his arm and leg around you and snuggle his face in your hair.

You weren't scared at all to introduce him to your parents. He instantly becomes your family's favorite and they forget about you and keep Geto forever :(

Helps your mom in cooking dinner, setting the table and washing the dishes. Helps your dad to fix the light bulb and engages him in deep conversations.

Helps you wash your hair when you're feeling too tired. Will also cook you your favorite food and try to cheer you up.

Sometimes he gets really angry during arguments but he always makes sure to think things over and apologize if he said something hurtful to you. He makes sure the issue is solved and that the both of you are happy.

The best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. except he became evil and died

reblogs are appreciated :)

Work by: @smolbean12

[rimaiahwrites]

My sick little baby (a mini read)

Finally finished this, been sitting in my draft for about a year and a half tbh:( When reader gets sick and and anddd she’s super subby and eren is soo daddy (fave eren) and just wanna baby her :) Sweet 🧁 (not proof read mb lol I’ll edit later)

When y/n got home from school she didn’t feel the best but she still pushed herself to clean up a little and make dinner for her husband Eren before he gets home from work, but when she woke up the next morning her head was pounding and her stomach was dropped when she sat up and the next thing she knew she was up and running to the bathroom and leaning into the toilet letting the rest of last nights dinner out. When she was done her eyes were watering and she was dizzy as she walked back to her bed.

She pouted when she realized her husband had already left for work and laid on his side of the bed. It was not long before tears was streaming down her face because she hated being sick especially when her daddy wasn’t there with her. She grabbed her phone from the other side of the bed and called him. She was in no shape to take care of herself and she knew it. It rang twice before his smooth voice hit her ears. “Wassup baby?”

“Papa…I don’t feel good.” Her lip quivered and her voice cracked feeling her stomach cramp up. “baby what’s the matter?” He cooed stopping his hand movement from writing on his paper now feeling worried for his little princess.

“Can you come home? I think I have the flu.” She whined, wishing he was home already to make her feel better. “You did feel hot when I was in bed with you this morning…you need daddy to come home to take care of you?”

“Yes please I need you, I already throw up and I feel so weak..” she whispered. That was all she needed to say before he was packing his suitcase up and headed to his car to get to his beloved wife.

When he got home he found her curled on the couch wrapped in her pink and white fluffy blanket watching finding Nemo. When he sat his keys down her head popped up he could tell what kind of mood she was in with the pout on her lips, his subby whiny baby.

“Oh my poor babyy.” Eren cooed picking her up bridle style sitting her on his lap. Her bottom lip wobbled and she grabbed on to him tightly. “My princess doesn’t feel good?” She shook her head cuddling his neck. “Have you eaten yet?” She let out a quiet no in the sweetest voice and it melted Erens heart. He sat her back down and headed to the kitchen looking around for something to give her to eat then his mom’s chicken noodle soup recipe popped up in his head. Whenever eren was sick as a kid she would make him chicken noodle soup and crackers and it alway made him feel better..So he got to it, it was a easy and quick recipe and it took no longer than 15 minutes, He also made a her a cup of liquid iv in her pink and white teddy bear water bottle.

Erens pov—

“Here drink this princess…” I shook her awake and gave her the cup, her shaky hands reached out to grab it. My baby was so weak it broke my heart, she was mostly dehydrated from barely drinking or eating for the whole morning. I put my hand on her forehead and she was burning up, i cringed a fever was a good sign because I knew that her body was fighting off whatever it was but I definitely needed to check her temperature.

I went and got the thermometer and her medicine, soon as she saw me coming with the bubblegum pink bottle of liquid she whined loudly, being very overly dramatic. She hated taking medicine with a passion but of course I wasn’t going to just let her sit there with a runny nose and a headache and not do anything.

I poured her a big tablespoon of the medication and lifted it to her mouth, her lips sat in a pout.

I sighed, “baby please open up, it’s gonna make you feel better, promise.” She shook her head no, she was in no way ever a bad girl but as soon as she got sick she was very testy with me.

I hated to get stern with her at a time like this, her eyes glossy and lips pouted so prettily on her face.

“Open, now I’m not going to say it again.” I tilted her head up with my two fingers.

“But pap—“ soon as she opened her mouth I shoved the spoon in her mouth, her little dramatic ass gagged as she swallowed it down, scrunched up face like she just teated the most foul thing in the world. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes.

“This will make you feel better promise, now let’s get some food in you.” She whined and rubbed her stomach.

“My tummy hurts I don’t wanna’ papa” she whimpered but of course she still ate, because no way was I about to let her go all day without eating or drinking. She drank half her cup of water and was all ready feeling a little better.

I grabbed her and carried her up stairs to our bathroom to run her a hot bath.

My bath was a jet tub so when I poured some of her favorite bubble bath there was more bubbles than water at this point, I made the water hot because she normally liked to be boiled alive every time she takes a bath or shower.

“I just wanna lay down..” I turned around to see her standing in the bathroom door way, her teddy bear in hand.

“I know but you’re sweaty baby, C’mere.” When her head touched my chest her whole body went limp and supported its-self against me.

“Let’s get you outta these clothes” I mumble, tossing her shirt to the other side of the bathroom, into her hamper. I lifted her up and placed her in the tub. I smile, Her aching body begins to loosen up from the warm water, her chunky little cheeks squashed from pressing them against the cold edge of the tub finally feeling like she’s able to relax she lies her head down on the edge of the tub, whimpering every time I gently message her scalp. Her once fresh braids now a bit frizzed for tossing and turning on my cotton pillow case without her silk hello kitty bonnet.

“You feel good baby?” I smile, she nods her head only before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I grabbed her bath rag and wiped her runny nose gently trying to not irritate it more than it already was, red and raw from blowing it all day. I wash her body, starting from face to chest, to her bottom half to her feet, trying not wake her.

I grabbed her towel and carry her, her legs dangling at my side secured with my hands interlocking under her butt. She let a huffed breath, coddling her face into my neck.

I putt lotion on her whole body, head to toe. I placed my shirt that looked like a dress, stopping mid thigh to her.

“Papa?” I heard softly, looking up from sliding her panties on. Her big brown eyes filling with tears. Worried, I moved up to her face and wiped them with my thumb stroking her face. Her skin so soft and clean

“What’s the matter pumpkin?”

“I..I love you so much, you’re the best husband I could have ever asked for, you take such good care of me.” She cried her lip wobbling, my poor baby was always so emotional whenever she was sick.

“I know baby, I know, I love you and I’ll always take care of you. Through sickness and health till death do us part baby I mean it.” I grin seeing a giggle creep through her pouty face.

“You’re so corny.” She smiled, for the first time today.

“I know as long as I get to see that beautiful I’ll say whatever.” I mumble kissing her lips softly.

“You feel better?” She nodded closing her eyes briefly before answering me with a quiet yes. “M’ sleepy ..”

“Yeah? Alright let’s go to sleep.” I pulled her to the top of the bed and wrapped my arms around her, her arms tucked between us both, while her head rests in my chest.

My sick little baby .. I thought before kissing her on the forehead and drifting off to sleep myself

[gunpowdercarousel]

I feel like BG3 has some really interesting themes of emasculation

Throughout the game it's rare to find a major male character that's depicted as traditionally strong or even 'strong' in any way without having some crippling weakness or insecurity. Even just beyond the simple fact that all three male origin characters have EIGHT STRENGTH, there's deeper stuff.

Wyll: The legendary Blade of Frontiers, a folkloric hero and champion of the people, who is powerless before his master - a woman. She literally treats him like a dog - a puppy even - and is always there to drag him back down the instant he gets too confident in himself. His questline is mostly defined by his sense of powerlessness, especially in the face of the seemingly untouchable woman he serves.

Gale: Used to make love to a literal goddess, only for her to dump his ass. He nearly killed himself trying to figure out a way to win her back, only to be left with a curse that's basically ruined his life. And the first interaction between them we see in the game is her telling him via messenger to kill himself for her sake. And he is totally willing to do so.

Astarion: On the surface, he seems like a suave and confident flirt; a rake. He's full of himself, has a zest for life, loose morals, and overall just seems like a debaucherous playboy, when in reality he's deeply traumatized from two centuries of being tortured, abused, and used. He feels broken and powerless, and is so thoroughly desperate for some degree of power that he'll try reading the Necronomicon without a second thought just in hopes it'll help him.

Ketheric Thorm: A man defined by his relationship to the women in his life. He lost his mind when his wife died and somehow lost it AGAIN when his daughter died. He gave up everything he had - his own identity - to try and bring her back, only for her to hate and scorn him. And in the end, his skull is crushed to pulp by his daughter's girlfriend. The same woman who he drew his immortality from. His awesome power - his indestructability - was something he siphoned away from a woman.

Raphael: The scheming, suave, smooth-talking devil who seems untouchably powerful and impossibly smug throughout the entire game. And yet, when you finally infiltrate his House of Hope, you find out he's really completely terrible in bed, has low self-esteem, and is desperate to prove himself. In many ways he's pathetic. Impressive in the beginning, certainly, when you're utterly powerless before him, but by the time you actual visit his manor you see him for what he truly is: an angry, little man full of hot air.

Cazador: A victim of his own master, who's just desperate for power. Despite being a terrifyingly powerful vampire lord and one of the most powerful and influential people in the city, he just comes across as pathetic and whiny when you finally meet him in person.

Meanwhile, if you look at many of the women in the game - Vlaakith, Mystra, Zariel, Mizora, Shar - they're god-like in power, if not the most morally righteous people in the world, to say the least. Hell, the main villain of the game - the Absolute - is depicted with a feminine voice.

It's just kind of interesting to me how the game depicts so many men in the game as being weak, ineffectual, or pathetic. And yet for the Origin boys it doesn't do it in a scornful or negative way. It just depicts them as flawed people and victims, either of themselves or of circumstance. It doesn't try to show the male heroes being especially strong or cool, it's more than happy to depict them as soft and weak and vulnerable.

It's the seemingly impressive male villains that the game likes to tear down and expose for being pathetic weaklings, which - of course - I'm fine with xD

I'm sure I've missed some other characters, like Gortash or whatever, but these are the main ones that came to mind.

Anyway, just a random thought.

[leggerefiore]

What if... NSFW Avery headcanons?

cw: 18+ content, AFAB reader,

Minors DNI

🎩Avery General NSFW HCs🥄

🔮 He will never admit that he has little if any previous experience. The psychic simply never saw a need to pursue such things that he could otherwise handle by himself. Training was far more important, naturally. But… To say he was ignorant to his own needs would be a lie. He just tended to them himself. Why should it have to require another person? That was his feelings until he was with you, anyway. Then it changed. Something inside of him snapped, and he desperately wanted to show off to you while pleasing you.

🔮 At first, he struggles to find what he enjoys about sex. The pleasure is an obvious answer. He enjoys the hot feeling pulsing through his veins as you squirm with him in bed, finding something in heat of each other's bodies. But, he grows to enjoy the closeness it brings between you both. There is a certain vulnerability that comes in being so bare with you. Your bodies being overwhelmed by impulses and base instincts… Even someone with a mentality as strong as his cannot resist such a thing. You both are weak to each other… He cannot think straight.

🔮 There is a refusal on his part to have sex anywhere but someone in your shared home. A terror consumes his mind at the thought of someone catching him, and you tangled together. The safety of the bedroom is much preferred to where someone else might see either of your pleasured faces. It simply seems more reasonable. Though, he may consider the break room of the psychic gym if it is relatively empty and not busy. Only for quickies. He is horrified at taking too long and someone seeing him having you bent over a bench. Or him laid against the bench for whatever reason. It was times like this that he actually wished he could use divination.

🔮 He has no experience at oral and is a bit whiny about learning it. Though, upon realising it was yet another way to prove himself to you and make you whine from pleasure, he changed his mind. The feeling your thighs pressed against his head while your hand desperately tries to find purchase in his long strands is maddening. His tongue swirls around your clit as he takes careful note of your sounds and expressions. Lips surround the erogenous zone as he desperately works to bring you over the edge. He desires nothing less than your full praise, and the pride of making a mess of you. Receiving is easier for him. He makes loud cries as his hands grasp your hair. His body almost shakes as your tongue swirls around his cock head. It is easy to bring him to literal tears from the pleasure of it alone. If you tease him, though, you find his telekinesis helping guide you along.

🔮 He is a switch. There are times when Avery proves himself something dominant, desperate to have some authority and control, but it is just as often he wants you to take the reins and handle everything. Granted, he is a brat about it. The blond makes demands, and the only way to silence him is by making him so overcome with pleasure that he cannot think straight. As soon as he can, however, expect more whines. When he is on top, he is surprisingly creative with his telekinesis. He likes making you beg, especially or lather on compliments before he gives you any pleasure. There is a lot of teasing on his end, too.

🔮 For kinks… He might have a few oddball ones. Mostly, the idea of keeping held down by his telekinesis or using it manoeuvre toys to please you. He wishes he could do more intense plays like other psychics, but his talent is slowly in telekinesis, alas. No psychic energy to pleasure you or mess with your brain… Just telekinesis. Also, a bit of role-play of you being a challenger that lost to him. Or master and servant role-play since he is a rich boy at heart, too.

🔮 Avery has an average libido… Nothing high or low. He can easily meet a partner's needs whether they have a higher or lower libido than hm. As stated, the blond is more than aware of how to handle himself despite the complaints that he will give. A higher libido partner will likely have to take control more often because he will get a bit lazy on handling things. Turning him on is scarily easy or nearly impossible. He has a string mental fortitude… But his weakness is acting like only he is the one that can bring you any pleasure. It plays on his desperation to prove himself. Only he can…? Well… In that case… You just have to play the right cards to lure him in.

🔮 He is not good at dirty talk if he tries it. For him, it comes best unconsciously. When he has you pressed against the bed with his telekinesis, and you struggle to get him to move, a chuckle will leave him, and he shakes his head. “You are so desperate… No one else can quite get you off like I can, it seems. Of course not.” You babble out just about anything to get him to move at that point. He finally relents and gives you the precious friction you needed. Or, when you have him pinned down under you and his face is entirely filled in with a pink colour. You bounce up and down on him and listen to his cries. Then, you come to a sudden stop, and glassy eyes stare up at you desperately. “Wh-what are you doing!?” Avery's tone was heavy with indignation, “M-more! I need you, darling!” Everything mixed together spurred you on to quit your teasing.

🔮 Of his “no's,” there are many. He is picky – He is demanding. Public sex is entirely a no-go with him. His family is already disappointed in him enough. Insults are a sure fire way to kill the mood and make him need to be alone. Degrading is a no, too. Especially towards him. He may be a bit unfair. Any kind of impact play is a no from him. He does not like pain. You cannot sway him. Do not try. Oh, and calling him daddy makes him terrified. He is not ready for that term to be used near him in any capacity.

🔮 His aftercare is bad at first. He mostly wants to roll over and sleep, but he feels too gross. Showering together quickly becomes a common thing. You help him wash his hair, and he scrubs your back. It is actually quite calming after everything. You both probably get some water or tea to drink afterwards, too. It is mostly a quiet come down from the highs previously. Nothing too over the top or irrational.

[doitforbangchan]

Like I think the punishment would end up with searches on google like “what’s the closest thing a beta can get to going into rut?” “Can betas with an omega go into rut” “beta rut????” And the like bc he’s being driven so insane he thinks for a split second maybe he was classified wrong bc he’s never been this horny and he starts getting so irritable and stuff Chan HAS to end the punishment bc Minho almost cries from how over sensitive and needy he is, Chan obv supervises their first time together after the punishment, ya know, for protection and security purposes obviously, not bc he thinks watching baby get absolutely man handled and seeing Minho be so whiny and growling and stuff is hot

omg min being so crazed and horny he thinks he is in beta rut 💀

honestly i can see him trying to pretend it doesn’t bother him, mostly to piss off chan but also so he doesn’t appear ‘weak’ in front of the other boys, ya know? like he is so stubborn and headstrong he would pretend not to care but when he’s alone? theennnnn he lets his craziness show. rutting into his pillows because they smell like baby, sneaking pictures of her on his phone while she’s busy cleaning or walking around in nothing but a shirt and panties, hell he may even stoop so low as to stick her toothbrush in his mouth just to get a taste of her 🫦

it would be more like a game of chicken between the two eldest. chan wanting to see minho break and Minho not giving him the satisfaction 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ and it would have every one else on their toes wondering which shoe was going to drop due to the immense amount of tension

idk i think this whole idea has sent me on the pervy minho agenda lol

but fuuucckkkkkk can you imagine chan being there watching you get stuffed by min, getting off on seeing you both so fucked out and crying for each other 🥹🫠 just him being in complete control over it all, his snarky remarks and comments driving min even more crazy and lustful

that is some real alpha shit lol

[ferosmorningstar]

why you don't like radioapple ship?

Because for me and I get that clear.. FOR ME.. Is not a good ship and it seems so forced and stupid that you take a guy who's clearly a narcissist manipulator who really don't care about anyone but himself gets paired with a depressed as hell person who not only loves and miss his wife and daughter, he would do ANYTHING to recover his past life, and just on the blink of an eye they are now lovers and Lucifer forgets centuries of being with someone that he loved and even fell. Mostly hate when they put Lucifer as a whiny little bitch hungry for sex and attention just because he's depressed... really makes me sick how people romanticise depression as if were something beautiful and romantic, like being short makes him weak. But well most BL fans are like that since that shit of killing stalking crap came out, making toxic relationships something ''good''

Still I won't go and say bullshit to any artist or person who like it, I just ignore it because I'm not in the right to make people like what I like and mostly don't have the right to shame them for what they like. I like staticradio cause even Viv looks to encourage that ship since the beginning and with the interactions of the voice actors, that ship have everything and feels natural. Other thing... Don't came with bullshit like ''Lilith abandon him, she's the real toxic person'' Nope, I don't care and I won't come to fight that, even if she's the villain I won't quit on her.