#stuff about vulnerability and the need to feel in control

[baldheadsnake]

Sukuna's trauma was literally plastered on our face

Parents don't need to beat or swear at their kids to fuck up their childhood and adulthood, a child can be extremely controlled,get it's freedom stripped away, and be dictated for it's own life for the every choice it would make to wound and affect it's childhood and adulthood forever. Children who have to earn LOVE from their parents (ie: good grades, pleasing their parents) would feel that they aren't naturally worthy of love and must earn it . And I believe this type of parenting is what sukuna is damaged by:

This is the typical behavior of a person who had been controlled and

dictated their whole life with no means of self expression & showing emotions. They value freedom and their own choices before anything else. In this dialogue, sukuna says he would do what he wants to do,eat what he wants to eat. Children who weren't allowed to express themselves, always criticised, and been puppet for their parents, dancing to their expectations even though it means they would lose themselves value their freedom and treasure it more than anyone else. In adulthood they would become people pleasers with no boundaries, they would become depend on others and ask for everyone's opinion (since they didn't make a choice for themselves since childhood and their parents took a part of their life in everything) or the complete opposite, hyper independent, reckless and rebelling. And sukuna is the latter part, he's hyper independent, and this hyper independence is nothing but a defence mechanism, because he automatically assumes dependency = being vulnerable to someone and trust them= control (because in his childhood his dependency and vulnerable of that age was exploited). Reckless, the first thing after being years of being puppet, is that he want to enjoy freedom and express himself in the first place, because he first cares about the freedom and a choice that benefits him, over right or wrong or any morality or custom (lack of experience on decision making, atleast he's free afterall, he needs to experience freedom in the first place after years of being in surveillance and control mode kinda mentality).

Rebellion- Sukuna defied the higher ups during heian era, destroyed the celestial squad, 5 generals, the abe clan and angels and did something against the court and system to be labelled as "disgraced one", kids who had controlling parents grow up to hate authority and being told what to do and sukuna clearly shows on how he hates authority or being told what to do, from being ordered and used by kenjaku to yuji pityng him and ordering him to get back to his body, he automatically assumes authority as violation of his self expression.

Idk if he truly understands love, but if he was truly misused for his power and talent, exploited and violated for being vulnerable and depend on a gaurdian figure as a kid, to always please them and fulfill their expectations to earn their "LOVE" then yes,love would be worthless for him, cause it didn't benefited him.

How I feel after putting a silly pic of sukuna after a shitty analysis.

PS: correct me if I am wrong at any part of the psychological stuffs

[yandere-sins]

Your drugged reader gave me so many ideas. What if the yandere decides to add something into the drug that is supposed to be good for the reader, but actually gets them sick or causes them pain?

Also, I personally take medication for anxiety and ADHD. Would they remove me from my medication, or would they mix them together? Mixing the medication would be very bad, I’m pretty sure mixing stuff isn’t good, but I don’t think going cold turkey would be very appealing.

I’m just really interested in the possibilities now

It really depends on the situation, I think!

Suppose the yandere has been interested in you for a very long time. In that case, they'll probably be aware of your medication and how to obtain it. They may have even researched potential cross-reactions to it. That's especially true for a yandere who takes pleasure from making you miserable. Wouldn't want you to bleed out just because they didn't check for blood thinner, eh?

This kind of yandere might even punish you by going cold turkey. By letting you suffer through your predicaments and waiting for you to beg and plead with them to get your meds. They'll keep asking you if you'll behave and be a good darling. All you need to do is assure them over and over before they make you eat your pill out of their mouth with enough saliva instead of water to swallow it.

With a medical background, they could also possibly use the reactions of certain drugs and medications to mold you into their own fantasies of you. Whether it is you being unconscious or vulnerable or helpless, so they have to take care of you. Or, of course, needy, horny, desperate. A psychosis could also lead to you clinging to them, so it might actually be what they want to see from you.

A yandere with a medical background will also have less trouble if they fall in love with you spontaneously and you have a reaction to the drugs they use to take you out or the withdrawal symptoms you are showing. They get to "play god" and decide what to do with you, indebting you to them in a way, and feeling really good about helping you if they manage to solve the mystery of what you need to survive now.

An unprepared yandere who you have to tell first what you need and how you feel after they administered their drug will probably panic first until they get the situation under control. They'll go steal some meds for you first, making sure you take them before figuring out how to procure them long-term so they can keep you with them. As for accidentally fucking up on the drugs, they'll think twice about what kind of drug and/or dose they give you next time. If it's just a punishment thing or if they can benefit from adjusting the medications so you are more open to their advances in any way possible.

I think it really depends on the situation in which you are kidnapped and also the personality of the yandere (whether they use their knowledge to keep you alive or to hold something over you), so reactions can be very different. I suggest talking to them about it anyway since I don't think any yandere would be okay with letting you die, lol!

[thegooblet]

okay number one toxic relationship fan here to give analysis on lifesteal kab after the recent kazam stream!!!

kab’s character is very used to using manipulation as a means to get what she wants. she honestly seems to think it’s the only way she can get people to help her. even if she tries to be more open and honest, she often falls back on manipulative behavior when she starts losing control of a situation. this makes it really hard for her to have healthy balanced conversations and relationships.

kab is also a character who’s highest priority right now is a ride or die teammate, especially in the form of zam. this is partially because of the pedestal she places him on. she clearly sees him as a role model and tries to mimic his behaviors. she’s honestly kind of imprinted on him lmfao

she wants to team with zam so badly, but he wants to be independent. she has tried to align her morals with his so that he is okay teaming with her, and then gets mad when he still won’t join her. because zam isn’t matching up with her idealized version of him, and what if it isn’t about the morals at all but about her.

she sees zam and mapiccs bond and she is SO jealous of it. she sees how devoted zam is to mapicc and spawn and why won’t anyone be that devoted to her?? sure this is lifesteal, where most people don’t care as openly as zam, but that just means he’s her only option.

that means that she needs to do anything to convince him to stay with her. kab sees zam pull away and so she desperately clings on to him in every way she knows. that is where the manipulation comes back in. all the ‘please don’t leave me!’ stuff.

unfortunately for kab, the pressure she places on zam is kind of what is driving them apart the most

[whenstarsundress]

🎀 protective to a fault: sylus walks slightly in front of you out of habit. it’s subtle but intentional. he’s always scanning your surroundings, even when you’re just going for coffee. his calm presence hides a constant edge of alertness.

🎀 not big on words, big on actions: he’s not the type to say “i love you” every hour, but he shows it constantly. he’ll fix things without asking, hand you your favorite drink silently and pull you into his coat when you’re cold.

🎀 gentle with you, rough with the world: no matter how sharp he is with others, his voice goes soft when he talks to you. low and quiet like you’re something breakable, but only in the most precious way.

🎀 he needs physical closeness: you’ll find him silently leaning his forehead against yours when he’s overwhelmed. he might not talk, but he’ll hold your hand, link pinkies under the table or press his chest to your back while you sleep.

🎀 rare smiles for you: he doesn’t laugh often, but when he does? it’s soft and husky and wrecks you. he looks younger, freer. he always tries to hide it with a head tilt or a cough. but you see it and you melt.

🎀 keeps something of yours on him: a hair tie around his wrist. a note you left in his pocket. he never talks about it, but he always has some little part of you close. it grounds him.

🎀 when he calls you ‘angel’: it’s rare and sacred. he’ll murmur it into your hair when you’re half asleep, or when he’s holding you after a nightmare. it’s his most vulnerable endearment and his way of saying, you saved me.

🎀 the voice drops an octave: when he wants you, his voice gets dark and low. he’ll murmur things in your ear in that deadly calm tone. stuff that makes your knees weak and your core clench. and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

🎀 “say it again.”: sylus loves when you praise him, especially in bed. say he’s good, say he’s yours, say he feels perfect and he’ll growl “say it again” against your neck like a command. you’ll be trembling before he even moves.

🎀 possessive but controlled: he’ll leave bruises on your hips, his marks on your throat. but he does it all while holding your gaze, whispering “you’re mine” in a way that’s more vow than threat.

🎀 always in control, until he’s not: he tries to stay composed. but you? you ruin him. the way you moan his name, the look you give him when you beg, he’ll snap, pin you down and wreck you until you’re limp and glowing.

🎀 he’s lowkey kinky but classy about it: bondage, control, whispered orders. he’s into it. but it’s always respectful. never degrading. he makes you want to obey, makes you crave being good for him. and when you are? he rewards you like royalty.

🎀 post-sex worship: he goes soft after and kisses every inch of you. holds you like you’re something holy. rubs your thighs gently, brushes your hair back, “you okay, angel?” like you didn’t just see god.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

✏️ Writing Dialogue That Sounds Like Real People, Not Theater Kids on Red Bull

(a crash course in vibes, verbal economy, and making your characters shut up already)

Okay. We need to talk about dialogue. Specifically: why everyone in your draft sounds like they’re in a high school improv group doing a dramatic reading of Riverdale fanfiction.

Before you panic, this is normal. Early dialogue is almost always too much. Too polished. Too "scripted." So if yours feels off? You’re not failing. You’re just doing Draft Zero Dialogue, and it’s time to revise it like a boss.

Here’s how to fix it.

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🎭 STEP ONE: DETOX THEATER ENERGY I say this with love: your characters are not all quippy geniuses. They do not need to deliver emotional monologues at every plot beat. They can just say things. Weird, half-finished, awkward things.

Real people:

interrupt each other

trail off mid-thought

dodge questions

contradict themselves

repeat stuff

change the subject randomly

Let your characters sound messy. Not every line needs to sparkle. In fact, the more effort you put into making dialogue ✨perfect✨, the more fake it sounds. Cut 30% of your clever lines and see what happens.

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🎤 STEP TWO: GIVE EACH CHARACTER A VERBAL FINGERPRINT The fastest way to make dialogue feel alive? Make everyone speak differently. Think rhythm, grammar, vocabulary, tone.

Some dials you can twist:

Long-winded vs. clipped

Formal vs. casual

Emojis of speech: sarcasm, filler words, expletives, slang

Sentence structure: do they talk in fragments? Run-ons? Spirals?

Emotion control: are they blunt, diplomatic, avoidant, performative?

Here’s a shortcut: imagine what your character sounds like over text. Are they the “lol okay” type or the “okie dokie artichokie 🌈✨” one? Now translate that into speech.

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🧠 STEP THREE: FUNCTION > FILLER Every line of dialogue should do something. Reveal something. Move something. Change something.

Ask:

Does this line push the plot forward?

Does it show character motivation/conflict/dynamic?

Does it create tension, add context, or raise a question?

If it’s just noise? It’s dead air. Cut it. Replace it with a glance. A gesture. A silence that says more.

TIP: look at a dialogue scene and remove every third line. Does the scene still work? Probably better.

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💥 STEP FOUR: REACTIVITY IS THE GOLD STANDARD Characters don’t talk into a void. They respond. And how they respond = the real juice.

Don’t just write back-and-forth ping pong. Write conflict, dodge, misunderstanding. If one character says something vulnerable, the other might joke. Or ignore it. Or say something cruel. That’s tension.

Dialogue is not just information exchange. It’s emotional strategy.

Try this exercise: A says something revealing. B lies. A notices, but pretends they don’t. B changes the subject. Now you’ve got a real scene.

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🔍 STEP FIVE: PAY ATTENTION TO POWER Every convo has a power dynamic, even if it’s tiny. Who’s steering? Who’s withholding? Who’s deflecting, chasing, challenging?

Power can shift line to line. That shift = tension. And tension = narrative fuel.

Write conversations like chess matches, not ping pong.

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✂️ STEP SIX: SCISSORS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND The best dialogue is often the second draft. Or third. Or fourth. First drafts are just you figuring out what everyone wants to say. Later drafts figure out what they actually would say.

Things to cut:

Greetings/closings ("Hi!" "Bye!"--skip it unless it serves tone)

Exposition disguised as chat

Obvious thoughts spoken aloud

Explaining jokes

Repeating what we already know

Readers are smart. Let them fill in blanks.

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🎧 STEP SEVEN: READ IT OUT LOUD (YES, REALLY) If you hate this step: too bad. It works. Read it. Mumbling is fine. Cringe is part of the ritual.

Ask yourself:

Would someone actually say this?

Does this sound like one person speaking, or a puppet show with one hand?

Where does the rhythm trip? Where’s the breath?

If you can’t say it out loud without wincing, the reader won’t make it either. Respect the vibe.

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🏁 TL;DR: If you want your dialogue to sound like real people, let your characters be real. Messy. Annoying. Human. Let them interrupt and lie and joke badly and say the wrong thing at the worst time.

Cut the improv class energy. Kill the urge to be ✨brilliant✨. And listen to how people talk when they’re scared, tired, pissed off, in love, or trying not to say what they mean.

That’s where the good stuff is.

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // official advocate of awkward silences and one-word replies

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[twilightofthesandwiches]

Taking another look the Chapters 3 + 4 Soundtrack, and I’ve been thinking about the piano plink that usually plays when you try and make Kris play the Piano being included and labeled

As a “Concert for You”.

And I have to wonder, does that mean “You” as in “you, the player”, as in "us", as in…

Before, a lot of people interpreted Kris ‘plinking’ as then being unable to play the Piano properly due to our clumsy control. Like, as long as we're driving their body along neither they or us have the fine motor skills needed for Piano playing, much to their assumed frustration. But after the events of Chapter 4, and then also the name of this "track"… I wonder if it's more of a matter of Kris not wanting to play the Piano when we're controlling them.

Playing the piano is obviously very emotionally important for Kris. When operating freely during the opening of Chapter 4, when they think no one is watching, this is one of the few things they do not because of the Plan or the orders of Ominous Phone Voice Probably Carol, but for themself (that and the Underage Drinking). Noelle has also reminisced about how they'd never let her watch them play.

"a concert just for me" also feels like a deliberate contrast to the "Concert For You". While Kris is too emotionally distant to let Noelle watch them play, as long as she keeps the boundary of staying in the other room, Kris can play beautiful music for her. But we're both the Amoral Time Demon that has taken control of their body and a patsy for Kris and Ominous Phone Voice Probably Carol's scheme. Kris hates us, so they just refuse to play the Piano when they know we're around and are angry we're even trying to make them do it.

That "Plink..." is probably the chronologically-earliest example of Kris' rebelling against our control via Malicious Complaisance. Like when we try and take a look as Asriel's room in Cyber World, for example…

We tell them to peek inside this room and violate their brother's privacy and so they 'peek' with their eyes closed. We tell them to 'play the piano' so they play one singular shitty note on the piano and technically fulfilled our command. The only way we could make them play anything else is with stuff like Chapter 4's Piano Puzzles when we're directing every single note and step.

So that makes that moment in Chapter 4 where they take control and show off their Piano Skills on their own even more powerful.

Because…. I think Kris still hates us, but this is clearly a moment done as a gesture of emotional vulnerability for Susie and Ralsei. This is Kris basically deciding that their hatred of us is not more important than their love for their friends. So they allow Susie and Ralsei to hear them play, even if that means also letting us hear them as well. For their friends, it's worth it.

But make no mistake, this is still the Concert for You.

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢

Warning: flirty talk, spicy vibes, and grown-up stuff. When Bakugo finds out she's inexperienced, he doesn’t judge… okay, he does, but he also volunteers real fast Part two

"Seriously?" Bakugo asked, voice still rough from sleep, like the words scratched his throat from how damn incredulous he was. He propped himself up on one elbow, leaning in just enough to find your face in the shadows of the room, like he needed to see your eyes to actually believe it.

"Never? Like, never never? Not even a little?"

You turned your face away, dodging his gaze like that could somehow save you from the embarrassment. Heat bloomed from your neck to the tips of your ears. You crossed your arms, as if that could shield you from his expression—that dangerous mix of amusement and mischief that always made you feel stupidly vulnerable.

"Why the hell would I lie about that?" you snapped, defensive, curling slightly into yourself. "You think this is funny or what?"

"Nah, nah." Bakugo chuckled low, that raspy tone he used whenever he was about to say something you knew would piss you off. He flopped back onto the couch, head resting beside yours, and his hand—big, warm, sure—slid lazily over your waist, like this conversation wasn't actively setting your brain on fire.

"Shit..." he muttered, still smirking. "You're so fucking pure I feel like a goddamn degenerate just touching you."

You growled at him, like that could erase your existence from the conversation, but he only laughed harder.

"You're telling me you dated three dumbasses and none of them earned a blowjob? I don't know if I should give 'em a medal for being useless or thank 'em for leaving you untouched."

"You're sick," you muttered, a knot forming in your stomach—half nerves, half... something else you really didn't want to name out loud.

"I volunteer as tribute," he said suddenly, with that annoying confidence you hated and loved at the same time, leaning in just enough for his voice to brush against the skin under your ear. His warm breath made your skin prickle. "If you're gonna make your debut, better be with me. I'll train you, grade you, give you a final exam—whatever you need..."

You stared at him, horrified.

"Training?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grin totally out of control now. "Well, if you're gonna bite, better it be me. I’ve got high pain tolerance."

"Katsuki!"

"What? Gotta be ready. First-timers are like puppies—use their teeth for everything."

You covered your face with both hands, half-laughing, half-praying the couch would just open up and swallow you whole.

"No rhythm," he went on, completely unfazed, counting off on his fingers like he was listing groceries. "Forget to use their hands. Swallow air like they're training for a free diving comp. And that's if they don’t gag in the first sixty seconds."

"Shut up!" you laughed.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Ever," he said, his voice dipping into something lower, serious.

You fell silent, caught off guard by the shift. His fingers moved softer now over your waist, more like comfort than teasing. Bakugo could be a dick, yeah. A world-class asshole. But sometimes—with you—he could be sweet, too.

"But if one day you do wanna try..." he smiled again, and his eyebrow arched in that smug way, "you know I’ll take one for the team."

"You're insufferable."

"And yet you’re dying for me."

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[plethorawrites]

Jason Todd who is used to being in control because for so long he had absolutely no say in his life. He has too many trust issues to let anyone else make decisions or even really consider their opinions as more than complaints about his own thoughts or plans.

But not when it comes to you.

With you, he's nodding along to Every. Single. Idea.

Because he knows you have no ill intentions, no ulterior motive or disrespect. All you have, is his best interests in mind. Something he didn't feel like anyone else ever did.

Your disagreement wasn't mocking or insulting, it came from a place of love. You worried. You didn't want him doing anything reckless, not because you doubted him, but because you couldn't stand to lose him.

Even the small things, the stuff he usually struggled with, like sleeping in the same room as other people or wearing anything that showed the scars on his arms, became easier with you. You actually, somehow, liked his snoring. It wasn't annoying to you, it was just a sign that he trusts you enough to actually fall asleep in your arms.

That was the kind of vulnerability he didn't know he was even capable of.

He needed control. He needed to hold you, not to be weak and have you wrap your arms around him. He needed to protect of you, not have you run a damp cloth over his wounds like an injured puppy. He needed to comfort you, not cry into your chest while you fussed with his hair.

But he could never manage to force himself into that box he lived in around everyone else. The mindset came so easily to him around his family, around strangers, around nearly the entire world. He was calloused, mean, emotionless.

Until he came home to you and he could shed that false persona and be the man he truly was—who craved laying his head in your lap to hear you read to him, who prioritized his comfort over convenience, let himself feel even if that meant being in pain. He could only do that because he knew you'd be there when his guard slipped.

He needed control, yes. But he needed you more.

[missdynamighttt]

↳ ❝ THERE'S NO ONE LIKE YOU, SWEETS. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you make what feels like the worst decision of your life—getting into a hot tub with your fake boyfriend, katsuki bakugou.

starring: fake boyfriend! katsuki bakugou x oblivious! reader ⍣ ೋ

disclaimers!: fake established relationship, prefers ass, humping/ grinding, a little degradation, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), sexual stuff in water

note: pro hero! katsuki drabble, usage of "woman", "sweets" "baby", "slut", fem reader, fake relationship trope, inspired by to all the boys ive loved before hot tub/ jacuzzi scene. I KNOW I HAVE A POLL, I PROMISE ILL GET TO THAT, JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OFF OF MY CHEST💜💜

╰┈➤ ❝ [this is so stupid...] ❞ you mumble, walking down the hallway to the pool area, your arms crossed as the cold winter breeze hits your skin.

somehow, kirishima talked you into confronting your 'boyfriend', katsuki bakugou, after he started ignoring you in the class 1A ski-trip/christmas party this year.

"c'mon, girl, hes probably waiting for you in the hot tub 'nyway. get in there, and get him!"

it was only supposed to be a fake arrangement between you two. to be honest, you're not even sure why hes mad. but he was.

the hand-holding, hugs and kisses started to feel too real, the closeness felt too intimate. it was all getting in your head so you distanced yourself from him, sitting next to ochako in the bus instead of katsuki.

katsuki needed to get his ranks up in the charts and you needed publicity. that was all there was to it. supposed to be, anyway.

you reach the pool area and thats when you see him. katsuki bakugo. in the hot tub. shirtless. and in swimming trunks. he's lounging with his eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, letting the heat and jets of the tub ease his muscles.

you catch your bottom lip between your teeth. you draw closer to the hot tub, perching yourself on the ledge across from katsuki, not getting in the water because you had a night gown on. for now.

though his eyes are closed, a slight shift in his demeanor reveals that he's aware of your presence. even in his attempt to maintain a façade of calm, the subtle tension in his shoulders and the tightening of his jaw betray his awareness of you.

"katsuki?" you tilt your head, trying to get his attention.

when he doesn't respond, you scoff, crossing your arms.

"wow, katsuki, real mature."

his eyebrow twitches at the comment on his maturity, his eyes flutter open. he looks at you with an unimpressed stare, his expression a mix of annoyance and... something else.

"oh, because you're a real shinin' example of maturity," he retorts, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

you frown at him. "seriously, why are you mad at me? and don't go yappin' about how you're not mad, i can tell."

"why do you think?" he grumbles, unable to meet your eyes as his cheeks tinged pink.

"...you've been hangin' around with round cheeks all fuckin' day."

that was all he was mad about? is he.. no. he couldn't be jealous. he had no reason to.

"that... that shouldn't matter."

"well, it does matter, goddamn it," he mutters angrily as his scowl deepens, his jaw clenching in frustration.

"you don't get it, do you? you're my girlfriend, you were supposed to sit with me."

"fake girlfriend-"

"i don't give a flyin' fuck. you're still my girlfriend, woman, fake or not. i expected you to sit with me. and instead, what do i see? you hangin' out with fuckin..."

he lets out an exasperated sigh, raking a hand through his wet hair. he looks like he's trying to find the right words to express his feelings without coming across as too jealous or vulnerable.

"fuck. fuck, i'm... i'm not tryna control you, okay? but it bugs the shit out of me. it bugs me that you were hanging with round face. it bugs me that you sat next to her instead of me."

katsuki's gaze softens at your quiet, conflicted expression. he sighs again, his eyes briefly darting away from you before he continues.

"i... i even brought your damn favorite snacks in case you got hungry," he mutters, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "i thought, we could have sat together and, you know..."

you look up at him, a hint of surprise widening your eyes. you contemplate how to continue, trying to lighten the mood with a soft smile. "do you... still have some left over?"

katsuki scoffs at the attempt to change the mood, but can't help the brief spark of amusement that flickers in his eyes.

"no, obviously," he replies with a roll of his eyes. "i ate some and gave kirishima the rest after you decided to ditch me."

"rude."

"damn right, it was rude. tch, ditchin' me like that."

you let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head, looking at him with a soft gaze. "i'm.. i'm sorry i didn't sit next to you."

katsuki's ears turned slightly pink as he hears your apology. he glances at you hesitantly before looking away again, trying to maintain his aloof demeanor.

"yeah, well, apology accepted, i guess," he mutters, his voice lacking its usual sharpness.

you nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. after a brief moment of silence, you gather your courage and shed your nightgown, revealing your bare skin as you slowly step into the warm embrace of the hot tub.

katsuki's eyes widen as you stripped, his heart rate speeding up at the sight of you in just a pair of black bra and panties. his eyes roam over your body greedily, taking in every curve and contour.

he clears his throat, his gaze is fixed on your figure as you step into the hot tub, the warm water enveloping you. he tries to keep his thoughts in check, but the sight of you like this, almost naked, is making it incredibly hard (like his dick).

"damn..." he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "what are you doing to me, sweets?"

you look at him with eyebrows raised, a soft smile formed on your lips. "hm?"

he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. the water laps around you two, creating a sense of intimacy, and it only adds to the tension.

"seriously, do you have to look like that right now?"

"like what?"

"like... that," his voice is hoarse, gesturing vaguely at your form. "like you're tryna drive me crazy."

katsuki reaches out, his hand hovering just above your torso before finally making contact, his fingers gently carressing the curve of your waist. his hand felt so warm, almost competing with the heat in his eyes now mixed with his raw desire for you.

"damn it, woman. you're killin' me here..."

"can i apologize for that too?"

"i'll forgive you... under one condition," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. his hand slowly roams over your bare skin, exploring your body with a newfound confidence.

he pulls you closer, the water sloshing around you as he guides you onto his lap. his arms encircle your waist firmly, every contour and dip of your bodies fitting perfectly against each other. the corners of his mouth tug to a grin."sit here for me."

your eyes widen in surprise as you feel a rush of heat across your cheeks. you could feel his hot, raging boner, pressing up against your cunt through the thin, pathetic fabric you call panties.

a cheeky grin spreads across your face. "katsuki, is that...?"

he groans, his voice low and gruff with frustrated desire. "just shut the fuck up, sweets."

his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you nearer, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, hungry kiss. his tongue dances with yours, greedy and demanding.

the kiss was intense, filled with pent-up longing and need and so much words both of you couldn't say.

he keeps you trapped against his body with his arms in the hot tub, his touch both tender and possessive.

"such a nice fuckin' ass.." he whispers, groping and massaging your doughy ass before pulling you back in for a deeper kiss.

your arms are wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair as you grind on his hard-on, a little embarassed as you feel your panties dampen more from the water and your slick but can't help but want him. need him.

"fuck," he groans, feeling his cock get so painfully hard just from you humping him. "you little.."

your breath hitches when you felt his hand slide down your inner thigh, tugging the pathetic g-string to the side. he enters a finger inside of you, seperating your folds, feeling your warm pussy and your wet slick in the midst of the water. "k-katsuki-"

"aww, this all for me, sweets?" he coos, watching you whimper as he rubs your aching clit.

you pout as you grind against his hand, desperate for friction. your teeth sink into your lip as he put a second finger, your eyes glistening with a mixture of desire and greed. "so what if it is..?"

"that fucking eager for me, huh?" he chuckles darkly, his fingers enveloped by the warmth of your pussy as he curls them inside of you. "gonna take it all for me, yeah?"

you nodded, clinging onto him like a lifeline, whimpering and mewling choked versions of his name. "fuck, fuck.. kat- katsu.. katsuki..."

katsuki groans at the sound of his name on your lips, his hand your hips grip you tighter, pulling you closer, while curling his thick digits against your sensitive spots, the sound of your lewd noises music to his ears.

"see my fingers fuckin' you, baby?" he mutters, his lips find your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your tender skin. "only i can make your pretty pussy feel this good, yeah?"

"mhm," you manage. despite the embarrassment, you can't help but give in to the heat building between you.

his eyes lock onto yours, his voice sultry and mean. "you know, you're such a fuckin' slut. lettin' me finger you like this where anyone can see us."

a loud moan escapes your lips as your pussy clenches around his fingers at the name. you couldn't help it. fuck, he was so, so mean. and you fucking loved it.

a cocky grin spreads across his face, letting out a low chuckle. "oh? you like it when i call you a slut?" he taunts, bringing a grin to his face at your reaction. "can't believe you're into that shit, sweets."

"it's your fault- fuck.."

"oh? blamin' me now?" he taunts, a cocky expression on his face. "thought you were more.. mature than that."

katsuki flaps his fingers faster inside of you, abandoning the slow, careful pace of curling he did earlier. your slick and the hot tub water moistens his fingers, yet you can still smell the faint hit of your cunt.

"katsukiii! fuck, fuck, fuck. too much, too much..."

"just look at you, sweets. takin' my fingers like a champ, such a good fuckin' girl," he coos, his filthy praises making your pussy clench around his fingers.

"bet you wanted this as much as i did, did you?"

"n-no-"

"bullshit. if you don't, tell me to stop right now."

"sh-shit, no.. don't stop, please.. please, i need you.."

"that's what i thought," his grin widens, his hand that had been resting on your hip moves lower, tapping your leg gently. "lift your hips up for me."

with a nod, you comply, the water rippling around you as it drips out of your legs, katsuki finally seeing your sweet little cunt without the transluscent filter of the water. his grip on your thigh tightens slightly, letting out a shaky exhale as he rubs your clit.

"you close, sweets?" he glances up at you, his eyes meeting yours, feeling you nod before he leans in for a long, lingering kiss.

"cum on my face, 'kay?" he utters softly after pulling away, leaning down on your sweet cunt before lapping his tongue away at your aching slit while still pumping his fingers full of you.

his tongue felt so good. he felt so good, it hurts. all you could smell was the intoxicating scent of your cunt and katsuki's saliva sloshed together.

"katsuki..." you can't help but let out a lewd mewl, whimpering as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body.

"there's no one like you, sweets," katsuki groans into your pussy, the loud sounds he was making as he ate you out while he fucked his fingers into you was just so lewd. when it felt so good. when anyone could catch you doing this. "cum on my face, baby, c'mon.."

you shudder from the pleasure from his touch as you feel your release, chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath. though, his tongue kept flicking at your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you as you ride your high.

your post-nut clarity kicks in. fuck, you just.. let katsuki bakugo, your fake boyfriend, not only finger you but you let him eat you out. it doesn't matter you were into him. he was still your fake boyfriend.

and not just anywhere, no. but in the damn hot tub. where anyone could've seen you. the worst part? you enjoyed it to your core.

before you can think loudly again, you feel his lips brush gently against your cheek. you turn to look at him, a little surprised at the sudden show of tenderness after the heated moment as your eyes meet. you take in the disheveled sight of him, his hair damp and wet as he catches his breath, your mind still trying to catch up to the events of tonight.

"sweets... my room. now. please."

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ should i do part 2 guys lmaolmao hope you enjoyed 💜💜

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[orphicsun]

⟢ 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐢 + 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⟢

warnings: 18+ content, powerbottom vi/slightly bottom vi, whiny subtop reader, bush mentioned bc i'm a huge bush enthusiast, different headcannons so just beware of filthy stuff.

⟢ Has the wettest pussy known to womankind. Gets wet thinking about your whines as you fuck her over and over again, and drips enough to create a huge wet stain in the fabric of her panties. During sex, she uses it to make a point.

"Look, baby. You've got me dripping down your hand.."

⟢ Likes receiving a lot, but is far from a pillow princess. She loves telling you what to do to her, making you needy with her words, then burying her face between your thighs after you take care of her. You pretend like it's the worst torture, but a part of you loves curling your fingers up into her walls for hours until she can't take the overstimulation, then being rewarded with her tongue splitting apart your sticky folds before she devours you.

⟢ Likes riding the strap because it gives her more control. She doesn't mind laying down and taking it, but it gives her more power when she can be on top of you while receiving. She likes teasing you when you get flustered, and loves it when you get too needy and have to grab her hips and fuck up into her because you get so desperate to make her cum.

⟢ Eye contact while you fuck is a must. She will stare you down when you can't quite meet her gaze while you're on top of her and she is telling you how fast to go, how nice you feel inside her, noticing how your cunt is dripping arousal down your legs. She encourages you to go faster and grind your hips against her to make your own cunt feel good.

⟢ Rare times when powerbottom Vi is just...bottom vi. Sometimes, after a long day or when she is feeling vulnerable, she just lets you fuck her. She will whine for you and tell you how much she's needed this all day. Just spreads her legs for you and asks you to eat her out until her thighs are shaking and your poor head, squeezed between them, is in need of some oxygen. Oxygen isn't as much of a need as the taste of her cum, though.

⟢ More reader orientated, but Vi loves when you fuck her for your own pleasure. She just lets you use her as if she were a pocket pussy, laying on her stomach and feeling you grind against her ass as you tend to your own clit. Why? She is a huge whiner enthusiast. Loves hearing you whine and gasp and huff while you're close to orgasm. Naturally, the only friction you get from grinding against the base of the strap (and her ass) is not much, so you get frantic with it. Vi likes control, sure. But the part of her that likes being fucked loves being used in a very sweet and loving way.

⟢ Loves when you finger her from behind because it makes her squirt every single time..she gushes around your fingers, her orgasm explosive. Her favorite part? When she falls back into the bed on her stomach, in a weird half-bent, half laid position, and your body just flops onto hers. She feels your tits pressed against the firm, broad muscles of her back, she can imagine the way your nipples trace her tattoo..immediately finds herself wanting round two. (this one is based off of this art but reversed).

⟢ Boxers are her idea of lingerie. In nothing but a pair of classic flannel boxers and a white wife pleaser (sometimes shirtless if she is extra horny), she just walks around the house very casually. Her pussy is dripping but you can only notice that if you're looking there. If she isn't satisfied enough with the attention you give her, she just wraps her arms around you from behind while you're busy and leaves sloppy, wet kisses all over your neck.

"I'll be waiting in bed if you wanna be a good girl tonight and fuck me. Wore this just for you."

⟢ BUSH ALL THE WAY. Hasn't shaved and doesn't care. She knows you like it, too. She likes the way you moan on her clit when you eat her out and your nose brushes against it. She gets off on tangling her fingers through your hair and humping your face. If she isn't in a pair of boxers, the front of her underwear ride low enough for you to see reddish pink hair peeking out from the hem.

⟢ Loves kissing while fucking. She shoves her tongue into your mouth while you bottom out in her. She likes swallowing your whines, and pulling away from the kiss with a trail of saliva connecting your lips. She likes kissing while you cum together, too. She loves the usual, praising or degrading you while you're on top of her, but something about just the sound of your lips smacking together during the peak is more intimate. It's quiet and loud at the same time.

⟢ Vi praises and degrades depending on her mood. If the sex is slow and sweet, she tells you how good of a job you're doing. She tells you how good you fuck her, and how she wishes you could feel her squeeze around the strap. She whispers it into your ear like a secret, too. If it's one of those times when the sex is rough and she gets wound up enough, she tells you how pathetic you are. She points out how you whine as you fuck her and how gross you are for getting off rubbing your clit on the strap. It's all consensual and she knows it turns you on, though.

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[unintentionalseductress]

A Tight Spot

Warnings: MDNI, pegging, piv sex, voyeurism, slightly subby Sylus A/n: I know in my rules I said I don't write butt stuff, but (no pun intended) I'm coming around to the idea of prostate massage for men.

Sylus was not in the habit of hiding things from you. However, he had his own secrets, things that he felt made him vulnerable, or he wasn’t sure you’d understand.

One of those things was his ultimate, private kink; pegging. He’d tried it once by himself after reading about prostate massage but the unbelievable pleasure it had brought him blew his mind. The intensity, the absolute delight of getting an orgasm from a prostate massage had opened up new realms for him. Of course, Sylus was kinky and he loved having sex with you, but this particular bit of information embarrassed him, and he’d never dared bring it up for fear that you might judge him. 

Which is why he only indulges in this pleasure when he is alone. The mansion was empty, having sent all his henchmen home for the day, and you were heading back to Linkon City. Sylus lays on his bed, naked, remembering the way your body felt against his, the flushed heat and soft sway of your tits as you rode him, the sound of your sweet moans in his ear. His back still carried the lines scratched by your nails as you’d held onto him in the throes of ecstasy. He missed having you in his bed. Sylus firmly grips his cock, pumping his hard flesh, gritting his teeth, little growls leaving his throat as he pleasured himself.

He imagines you kneeling in between his legs, your face looking so innocent before you opened that wicked mouth and slurped him in, your tongue dipping right into his slit, making him pathetically dribble copious amounts of precum that you licked off with enthusiasm. The memory of your small hand as you squeezed his base, followed by the wet noises of his skin being suctioned by your lips was enough to almost drive him to the edge.

Sylus stops, panting, his eyes wild, blood rushing through his veins as he tries to regain control of his breathing. He knew what would take this fantasy from amazing to out-of-this-world. His tip was weeping, and he thumbs at the milky beads forming on the tip before going on all fours. His hand creeps behind his balls and he knuckles down on his perineum, feeling the faint vestiges of pressure on the little gland hidden away under his skin. He lets out a moan, flexing his buttocks, clenching and unclenching his asshole.  He feels his body starting to tingle with need, the kind that builds up when you’ve been teasing yourself for too long. 

He reaches into his nightstand, digging through the various toys that had been used over this weekend, and finds a slim, black, silicone dildo, the one he’d personally tested amongst many for his backdoor pleasure. A similar one but in red rested in the drawer as well; he was careful to never mix these two up. The red one was yours, and he’d never risk your health by selfishly using the dildo meant for your pussy for himself. He trickles a generous amount of lube on his dildo, before sticking the suction cup base to his headboard and gently backing onto it. He breathes in and out slowly, allowing the muscles to relax, then teases his tight, puckered hole with the tip, groaning as it passes through his tight ring of muscles, filling him up so deliciously. 

Sylus wonders if this is how your pussy feels during penetrative sex and the thought has him clenching, drawing the soft silicone deeper inside of him. He hopes it felt as good for you as this was for him. His cock stands proudly erect, the sensitive head brushing against the sheets as he continues backing onto the toy until he feels it press against a sensitive patch of elastic muscle and he lets out a pathetic moan. His hips arch, angling the tip of the toy until he’s able to glide comfortably, feeling the slick dildo massaging his inner walls, stimulating him beyond belief. 

His eyes close as he sets up his rhythm, each exquisite push against his prostate bringing pops of color behind his closed lids. Sweat slickens his skin as he builds up the pleasurable tension, grounding his hands and knees into the soft mattress to keep up his speed and arousal. Taking a deep breath, he pushes back further and feels like his eyes might roll into the back of his head as the toy bottoms out inside his hole, sitting right against the pulsing gland that threatened to shoot his load out. It never failed to amaze him how quickly his orgasm could form with this particular act, and the tantalizing dance of keeping himself on the edge was an intoxicating rush.

A low, gravelly, purr leaves his throat as he thrusts shallowly, letting himself be massaged so intimately at that sweet spot that he’d been oblivious to for so many years. He wondered how long he’d last this time; he had a reasonable period to himself now that no one was home, and he intended to tease himself into a mess, just to test how much his willpower could be stretched.

 He rides the dildo slowly, his hips rolling smoothly, feeling his back muscles coordinate and his ass grip the dildo in sweet ecstasy. As Sylus’s pace picks up, lewd squelching noises fill the room as he gives in to his urges. He can feel the tension building in his balls, in his belly, his hard abs quivering as the heat starts to gather in his gut. Sweat forms on his forehead, his cock twitching as he humps leaking precum all over the sheets. He can see the stains and bites his lip, feeling the way the sensation grows and ripples through him.

The next second is a blur of motion. As he’s in the blissful throes of his own passion, he hears his bedroom door opening and his name being called. His eyes fly open and he splutters in shock as you enter, losing his rhythm and almost slamming the dildo in haste. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight before you. Your big, intimidating, boyfriend, bared on all fours, with a dildo in his ass was not something you were expecting to see. Sylus scrambles off the toy, his breathing heavy and unsteady, his face burning red as he tries to cover himself.

He’d never been caught in such a compromising situation, the feeling of being vulnerable alien to him, feeling shame burn through him. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. “What-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask after a long moment of silence. 

You don’t move from your position near the door and Sylus keeps his eyes downcast. After a gap, you start to speak. “Luke and Kieran almost got me to the border but there was a really bad sandstorm. It could have taken hours for it to die down. So they brought me back here.”

“Luke and Kieran?” Sylus’s head whips up in alarm, ruby eyes widening in panic and you quickly approach him on the bed.

“They dropped me off here and went back to their place. It’s ok. It’s just me.”

Relief floods his features only to be immediately drowned by embarrassment and he averts his gaze. You see the tension in his shoulders and how fidgety and nervous he is, making you feel strange. This wasn’t your boyfriend, the confident and ruthless leader of the N109 zone that you had gotten to know. Unsure how to proceed, you gently cup his cheek. His glances briefly at you and you realize he’s waiting for you to pass judgment. Your heart squeezes to see him like this.

“Sylus. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” Your voice is soft and you kneel on the bed so that you can thread your fingers through his hair. Your touch soothes his racing heart but he’s still anxious. His voice is low as he starts to admit his actions.

“I like being pegged.” His voice sounds ashamed. 

“Isn’t that a kink?” You haven’t moved, staying close to his quivering body. 

“It’s not one that I think most men would admit to having.” You gnaw at your lip, trying to remember something, anything, that would ease his tension. 

“But…isn’t pegging the only way to stimulate the prostate? That’s a thing right? Prostate massage?” You slowly draw him closer to you so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands dip down from his hair to stroke his back and you feel him shiver.

“Yeah. It is.”

“And…it feels good right?” You probe further, trying to get him to talk. 

Sylus takes a deep breath before answering. “Yeah. It does.”

“Well, if it’s not hurting anyone and you like it, why are you so scared right now?” Sylus feels some of the discomfort in his chest release as your words wash over him. After a beat, you ask him a question.

“Why haven’t you shared this with me?” There’s no blame in your voice, just a general curiosity.

Sylus swallows, then rests his cheek on top of your hair, drawing comfort from you. “I don’t know. It’s not a norm. It’s frowned upon. Joked about. I just didn’t know how you’d react to it.”

You huff then grasp his chin and make him look at you. “Sylus, do you know how ironic it is that you made me share all the kinks that I’ve fantasized about and you’ve done them all only to hide this from me?” 

“So you-you don’t find this weird?”

“I think it’s hot when you’re being pleasured. Isn’t that that a good enough answer?” 

Sylus processes what’s been said to him and you take advantage of his distraction to push him down on the mattress, his large frame falling on it with a thump before you lay down next to him. You reassuringly cuddle his body, pressing into him and nuzzling his neck. 

“You looked like you were on the edge of a pretty good orgasm there. Before I came in that is.” 

Sylus clears his throat, traces of a blush lingering on his cheeks and ears. “Yeah, I was.” You trace your fingers down his chest.

“Would you be comfortable to do that again? With me in the room?” You ask the question carefully trying not to crowd him. Sylus finally looks at you in the face. His expression still looked guarded with a tinge of disbelief.

“You-you want to watch me?” Even as he says the words, he feels a surge of arousal. It was touching, almost intimate that you wanted to be a part of this. 

You bite your lip. “You looked really sexy there for a minute. All hot and moaning. I liked it.”

Sylus huffs, trying to regain his composure but your reaction to the whole situation was calming him down. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Your hands busy themselves on his thighs, squeezing and hard sinew, and you see his eyes softening as he realizes he can trust you with this. It pulls at you and you raise your head to kiss him, enjoying their warmth. 

His hands are working deftly to pull off your clothes, his cock hardening again at the prospect of what was to come. You, watching him, pleasuring himself, and it turned you on. There was no mistaking that little lip nibble you had done. The knowledge that he could share this vulnerability was filling him with a different kind of pleasure. 

Once he’s freed you from your clothes, he palms your breasts, groaning as your hands find his cock, pumping him enticingly. After his interrupted orgasm, the whole organ pulses, heat and sexual need filling him. He doesn’t hold back with his bites, leaving bruises on your soft skin as he touches you fervently.

Soft sighs leave your lips as you play with his cock, and you’re eager to see his demonstration on the dildo, needed to hear him make those noises of ecstasy again. “What do you need me to do?” You ask, still pumping his hard flesh. 

Sylus’s eyes are half closed, clearly enjoying your ministrations. He hesitates but asks, “Do you mind squeezing my cheeks?”

Understanding, your hands sensually leave his cock and instead, start to massage the soft rounded flesh of his rear, and he hums at your touch. You feel the muscles contracting and relaxing under your fingers and Sylus was syncing his breaths to the action. He glances over at his headboard, and you can see the dildo is still there, held in place by the broad suction cup base.

“Needs more lube,” he observes, and you squeeze his ass once more before reaching over to grab the bottle from the nightstand and hand it to him. You take note of how much he applies to the toy for future use and he begins to back himself up against it. He looks at you again, unsure. 

“What is it?” You lean up to cup his face, peppering kisses all over it. 

“I’ve…always fantasized about…someone holding me open as I…get penetrated.” He admits shyly and you feel flattered that he had opened up and asked. You move towards his legs and with care, part his cheeks, seeing his opening fluttering, similar to how your pussy would when it needed to be filled.

You watch in fascination as Sylus continues to back onto the dildo and your heart leaps as he makes contact, and watch, wide-eyed, as it starts to disappear into his hole. There’s a rush of arousal, at how hot the sight was, but you remain quiet, the room filling with Sylus’s contained moans as he pushes himself onto the toy.

“Oh Sylus…the view is so sexy.” You encourage him as he pauses in his penetration, panting. 

“Yeah?” He looks at you over his shoulder, and you nod. Your hands slowly release his cheeks which jiggle slightly as they fall back into place. Then he starts to move.

The noises that leave him drive you wild. You’ve heard him while having good sex but nothing compared to this; the way his hips started to buck in abandon, the husky, desperate way he moans as he fucks himself. Not wanting to miss a second, you quickly scramble back to his face, his expression sending a spear of pure lust straight into your core.

His ruby eyes are wide with delight, mouth hanging open in an O as he rides to climax. His gaze fixates on you and you see the flush that stains his skin and know he’s just as turned on by you, by the fact that you’re watching him so admiringly. You squeeze your breasts, teasing your nipples as you try to stimulate yourself with him, rubbing your clit in time to his thrusts, watching the way his weeping cock drags along the sheets with each thrust.

It wasn’t enough and driven by primal instinct, you quickly slide under his muscled body, surprising him. He pauses in his motions. “Kitten?” he breathes questioningly, gazing at you beneath him. 

“Sylus, I can’t. I need to experience you like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you spread your legs and begin to guide his neglected cock into your hot wetness, the dual sensation too much for him to handle. His hole clenches, feeling the dildo snugly against his prostate while his cock was being nestled into your pussy. He lets out a deep, sultry whine.

“Fuck, sweetie. You’re going to kill me.” You stroke every inch of his body you can reach and Sylus begins to build up his rhythm, going as slowly as possible to stave off his orgasm but he feels like he’s a lost cause. 

Your pussy grips his cock, spasming with each thrust. Every time he moved forward, he’s gliding through your eager cunt, and every time he moves back, the dildo massages his aching prostate and he feels like a loser, knowing he won’t last too long this way.

You see the struggle in his eyes and talk him through it. “It’s ok Sy. You’ve held on for so long. It’s ok to cum. You don’t have to prove anything to me. Let yourself cum.” you murmur reassuringly to him and he lets out a keening groan, his hips going into overdrive as he pushes himself over the edge.

His vision blurs at the edges as an intense orgasm grips him, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries not to collapse on you. His body shakes, creamy jets of cum filling your pussy as his hole spasms rhythmically, prolonging his state of euphoria as he empties himself into you. 

Sylus carefully crawls off the dildo, then lays over you. Sweat covers each inch of his body as you lovingly stroke his hair. 

“I don’t know why you’d hide something so hot from me.”

“What’s a relationship without a little mystery?”

“Well mystery solved. Next time, we should use a vibrating dildo.”

Your eyes flicker with mischief and Sylus chuckles at your enthusiasm. 

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[owuwi]

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

NSFW ALPHABET.ᐟ

pairings: switch!caitlyn kiramman x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, usage of strap, mentions of free use, sex positions, mentions pussy eating, mentions of overstimulating, mentions of sex toys, mentions of knife play and anal as a turn off

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sosososo caring!

even if she's tired, she'll always get you whatever you need. she's the type of girl to place soft, slow kisses along every inch of your burning skin, not caring about the thin layer of sweat covering your body. her hands roam all over you in the gentlest manner, wanting you to feel as relaxed as possible. after doing all of this, she'll carry you bridal style and give you a bath — if you're too tired, she'll simply clean you up with a warm towel —.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

in her, it's her waist. have you seen it? you can basically grab it with only one hand! she knows it amplifies her good looks and will always wear certain clothes that emphasizes her curves.

on you, it's any plushy part. whether it's your thighs, your ass, your tummy, or your breasts. she loves holding onto your body and she loves feeling your flesh. her love for your body isn't always sexual, she feels pure adoration whenever she looks at you and she can't hide it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she never gets tired of seeing you cum.

no matter how many time's you've done it, seeing how your body reacts to such intense pleasure created by her is something that never fails to amaze her. she loves making you cum more than she can explain and will never get tired of experiencing your reactions, which often leads to her overstimulating you and constantly asking you for one more orgasm.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this woman is a freak.

it's something she's not exactly proud of yet can't control. she's even a bit embarrassed because she never thought she'd ever act like this. when she first met you, she wasn't exactly experienced nor knew a lot of sexual stuff — she was quite awkward and let you had control almost every time — ,but that quickly changed once your relationship got more serious and as time passed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she definitely knows what she's doing.

she's a fast learner so it doesn't take her long to get to know your body — to figure out what you like and what you don't —, and she definitely takes advantage of her little skill. she knows how to get you dripping in a couple of seconds, she knows how to have you begging for her touch, and she definitely enjoys seeing you so desperate.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style or you riding her.

she loves the sight doggy style provides and it's a position where she has more control. her hands are always on your ass — constantly groping and slapping it — and she loves leaning down to press slow kisses all over your back — especially when she's fucking you rougher —.

she feels like a teenage boy whenever you're riding her; the most love-struck look plastered on her face as you bounce up and down her strap. she was definitely awkward the first time you did this, her hands basically glued besides her own legs as she watched you. she became more confident over time, soft palms roaming over every single inch of your body — her hips occasionally thrusting up to meet your movements —.

as for sub!cait, she loves when you drape her legs over your shoulders. it's a position which makes her lose all control and she's on your mercy, making her feel vulnerable — in a good way — and under your care.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

despite everything, she's still a silly little thing.

she cannot stop giggling when you start taking off her clothes or even when you're kissing, soft laughs constantly slipping past her lips. it's a reaction she's always had whenever she gets too excited so she can't really control it, yet she totally tries to be more serious at times — especially when she's the one in control —.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

her bush grows fast and it's thick — yet soft —.

she trims her bush whenever she can just because she finds it more comfortable, though she'll definitely let it grow a bit more if you ask her nicely. however there are obviously times where she's too busy to trim it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is always present in your relationship.

during sexual acts, she always wants you to feel and know how much she loves you. after being rough or kinkier on you, she doesn't waste any time to shower you in affection and murmuring how much she cares about you; how you're the best thing that's ever happened to her and how she can't bare the thought of losing you.

intimacy outside of sex is something she cherishes. she loves those warm, quiet little moments with you. she loves brushing her fingers along your body, tracing your curves while listening to your soft breathing. what she loves the most is listening to your heartbeat, especially after a shitty day. you're all she needs in her life and to feel better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

she only does it when she's really stressed and busy.

on those times where she's not with you and she really needs to blow some steam, she slips her hand inside her pants and allows herself to get carried away. she doesn't do it often because she's grown accustomed to the pleasure only you can provide her, though she always thinks of you on those rare moments when she touches herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

free use and orgasm control.

she's a busy and stressed woman, often seeking relief after a rough day, and you're always her best solution. she mostly does this when she comes back home and she doesn't want to distract you from what you're doing — which is usually making her some dinner —, so she simply buries her face in the crook of your neck and allows her hands to roam all over your body. 'mhm... don't mind me..' those are the words she always murmurs as her hand slip inside your underwear, sliding up and down your slightly slick folds.

she loves having control over everything she possibly can, and that includes your pleasure. despite loving seeing you fall apart for her, there are other ways she enjoys breaking you. she's sneaky about it at first, not wanting you to see her real intentions, and it would be cute if it wasn't for how mean she gets. she won't let you cum no matter how much you beg or cry, she'll only give you what you crave after she feels she's had enough.

oh but if you try and control her orgasm, she'll immediately understand the torture she puts you through and claims she won't do it again — though that's a lie —.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

she doesn't really have a favorite place. as long as you two are comfortable, she'll fuck you anywhere. though the place she enjoys having sex the most is somewhere more private. she relishes in hearing you moan, in hearing how you scream her name while she makes you see stars, so doing it somewhere more public won't allow you to be loud.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your reactions.

the way you react to her will never fail to get her going. she loves the way your body shivers under her fingertips, the way your skin heats up as she kisses her way down, the way you twitch as she makes contact with your drooling pussy, and she obviously can't forget about the way you moan. seeing the effect she has on you brings her such indescribable pleasure, normally resulting in her fucking you for hours — whether it's with her mouth, fingers, or strap —.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that will hurt you + stuff you aren't into.

she cannot stand even the mere thought of you being in actual pain while being intimate, especially not pain she caused. despite her rough she can be, you're her whole life and she never wants you to be in any discomfort. she's not into hitting you, making you bleed, nor truly making you cry.

for sub!cait, she's not into anal. the idea turns her off and it's not something she's excited — willing — to try.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she loves both giving and receiving.

this woman eats pussy like she's starving and never bothers to hide it. she knows how to use her mouth; dragging her tongue up and down your slick folds and toying with your red clit before sucking harshly — a combination of her saliva and your arousal dripping down her chin —. she takes pleasure in making you feel good, though there are times where all she needs is your head between her legs.

on those nights after she came home exhausted, all she needs is you. she's way too tired to pleasure you so she prefers you making her feel good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow yet rough!

taking her time with you it's something she adores. she always makes sure every single inch of you is kissed and worshipped before finally fucking you. she keeps her pace slow but her thrusts are brutal; driving her strap so deep until it kisses your cervix. she snaps her hips against yours precisely, her moves calculated and made to turn you into a whining mess. if it was up to her, she'll fuck you like that every time, though she eventually increases her speed once you start begging her to do so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only on those moments where she's in a rush or you two don't have enough privacy. she's not a big fan because it doesn't allow her to explore your body but she doesn't hate quickies — she never hates having sex with you —. quickies are something you two mostly do in her office or before attending somewhere.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

for sure.

caitlyn loves trying new things and she's constantly showing you stuff she'd like to try; it'd be adorable how excited she gets if it weren't for the filthy stuff she shows you. it's not that your sex life is boring or anything like that — on the whole contrary, you two are young and full of energy — but she likes to experiment. her risks are meticulously planned, though. if you're fucking in a more public space and you think you two are going to get caught, you're wrong; she had already this whole meeting and made sure no one was going to be present — yet she would never tell you —.

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

she cums way too fast whenever she's too excited/aroused but her stamina makes up for it. she can go for 4-5 rounds before taking a break, using that time to make sure you're okay and shower you with praises.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

just some straps and a vibrator.

she uses the vibrator on you but never makes you cum with it, quickly replacing her fingers or her mouth — wanting to feel you releasing under her proper touch —. she has two straps — a thick and long one and a smaller one — and she uses them on you and you use them on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

just a little bit.

it's usually something she does unconsciously when she makes you wait, soft murmurs of 'be patient', 'let me enjoy your body a bit more, love', 'so needy', leaving her lips as she explores your body and makes sure you're dripping for her. she doesn't do it on purpose because she knows you won't hesitate on giving her a taste of her own medicine the next time you're topping, and this woman can't handle teasing — she tries but she always fails to keep her composure —.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

she tries to control herself but always ends up failing.

she lets out soft sighs of pleasure at first, bitting down on her bottom lip or placing the back of her hand over her lips as a way of silencing the louder noises that threaten to slip out, though she can't hold back for much longer. eventually, those faint breaths turn into moans, not loud enough to alarm neighbors but louder than her previous sounds. she definitely gets more high-pitched and close to whining when she's about to orgasm, her sounds breathy and broken.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

doesn't matter how many times you two have done it, she still gets all giddy.

her hands get all shaky and sweaty, her lips formed into a dumb smile as she stares at you — revealing her tooth gap —, and her cheeks flushed with a pink hue. she secretly loves the effect you always have on her and it's something that'll never fail to amaze her; the ability you have to turn her into a mess.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inch dark blue strap, i don't make the rules.

if we're talking about underwear, this woman wears the finest there is. she has the most beautiful, lace matching sets ever — almost all of them dark blue, of course, though she has some black ones — and also robes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high.

she's obsessed with you. one glance at your sweaty, burnt out body and she immediately wants to go for another round. if you're too tired or simply not in the mood for more, she holds onto the little self control she has left and forces herself to stop being a horny little bastard — prioritizing your boundaries —.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it kinda depends on how spent she is.

if she's not so tired, she'll simply wrap her arms around you and pull your head against her chest; wanting you to fall asleep first before she eventually closes her eyes. if she is tired, she falls asleep pretty quickly. she'll keep you close to her body as she allows herself to relax, enjoying how the warmth of your body envelops her.

[hxney-lemcn]

Passionate Hearts — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: what making out with the overblots is like.

tw: steamy-ish, this is as steamy as I'll ever get (not much at all lmao)

a/n: idk where this came from. Idek how good this is. I don't even like writing steamy stuff so this kinda reads more artistic somehow?? Idk

wc: 1.3k (~ 185 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

How uncouth of him. He can’t seem to stop you as you continue to enchant him with your lovely kisses. Riddle is nothing but a lovesick fool when it comes to you, and it becomes apparent as your kiss becomes more fervent. He’s a blushing mess as you seem to be unable to pull away. His heart is a stuttering mess, and he never wants you to stop. No matter how passionate your kisses become, it's still gentle. The way he caresses your face is soft, his lips caressing yours so lovely that you feel weak in the knees. And when you pull away, finally getting your fill of his love, you both are a bit of a mess. Hair slightly disheveled, clothes a bit crooked, lips a bit puffy. You couldn’t complain though, it wasn’t every day that you saw the Heartslabyul housewarden so unkempt. Riddle also didn’t seem to mind so much, as long as you only do such actions behind closed doors. He doesn’t think he could handle the embarrassment if Ace or Deuce caught you both in such an intimate act.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Unlike Riddle, Leona is ruthless when it comes to your more passionate moments. Fervent kisses turn wild with lips being bit and prodding tongues. It feels like you’re being devoured every time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You had never seen him so passionate about something until he refused to let your lips part. He loved the way you felt, your soft lips puffy with abuse, hair tangled between his fingers. Leona was addicted to your taste and he isn’t shy about it. Sure, he is a bit lazy, beckoning you to come closer to him, but he’ll leave you breathless and wanting more by the end. It isn’t fair how unaffected he seems after he’s done, pulling you closer for a nap (he needed to re-energize after all that labor). His silky hair was barely rustled, his clothes as messy as they normally were. The only evidence of your actions was his slightly puffy lips. Don’t worry though, people know he’s yours with the way he’ll kiss you anywhere anytime. Leona isn’t afraid to put some runts in their place.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has a love-hate relationship with the idea of kissing you. On one hand, he can’t live without your lips slotted on his, on the other…he hates how vulnerable he feels. Though that feeling dissipates quickly when he’s suddenly surrounded with you. Your touch, your smell, you love. He’s a greedy man and he’ll take any attention from you he can get. His kisses turn desperate quickly, like he’d die if you were to pull away. Azul is a bit more of a messy kisser than he’d like to admit. His desperation for your love overpowers any of his other thoughts and he finds himself scrambling for purchase, holding onto you for dear life. Azul looks at you with so much love when you pull away you feel like your heart is about to explode. As much as he’d like to continue, he forlornly concludes that you both can’t stay like this forever. Perhaps another time, you’re always welcome in his VIP room at the lounge after all…just make sure Jade and Floyd don’t notice your disheveled appearance as you exit. 

❥ Jamil Viper

It wasn’t often that Jamil indulged in such acts. Let himself be so vulnerable. But as you continued to leave sweet short kisses, he found his resolve crumbling. It scared him that you were able to make him give in so easily, but he trusted you, something that not many people had. His kisses feel a bit controlling, his hand pressed against the back of your neck keeping you in place. Jamil’s kisses are slow and deliberate. Every action has its purpose, and he loves to take his time and savor you. You find yourself hypnotized without his signature spell. Despite the deeply intimate act, he’s still tender with you. Jamil isn’t touchy with you often, so he’ll make sure you know how much he loves you. He hates to admit how he doesn’t want to stop, but his break is almost over. You’re more messy looking than he is at the end, and Jamil can’t help but look smug. People won’t catch you in the act, but it raises some eyebrows when you come out of Jamil’s room a little more messy than when you entered. 

❥ Vil Schoenheit

You lucky bastard. Another one that doesn’t indulge in such actions often. Vil doesn’t like to admit how much you get to him. The fact that he restrains from any physical affection with you mixed with how much he wants to drown you in love…yeah lets say he finds himself releasing his pent up emotions on your poor lips. He only allows such acts when you're both unwinding for the day, and you are not allowed to leave any evidence (he has an image to uphold). Vil kisses you with so much passion you’re left breathless with the first one, and he won’t hold up either. You seriously question his remark of you being his first partner because the way he kisses you makes him feel like an expert. He looks like a God (always) by the end. Eyes dilated, chest heaving, golden hair barely out of place (but enough to make your heart flutter, you did that). Once you both slow down, he’ll pepper your face with kisses wishing you a good night's rest as he plays with your hair…you're not sure if you could sleep after that. 

❥ Idia Shroud

You will always be the one to initiate such intimate acts. As much as he wants to, he’s too shy. An innocent kiss going a little farther as Idia couldn’t resist the temptation that was you. And as your lips locked, Idia found his nervous energy leaving him as his mind melted into a goop. His kisses are inexperienced, teeth clashing with yours (he didn’t mean too), but he’ll learn over time. He can be a fast learner, and who wouldn’t want to get some practice in? (Idia is more willing than you’d think). He gets a bit uncharacteristically confident the longer you two kiss. Pressing your lips together more firmly, shaking hands holding onto your figure, small whimpers swallowed by your awaiting mouth. Both of you are flustered beyond imagination by the end, warm cheeks and fast beating hearts, shaky breaths. Just like that, Idia finds himself short circuiting. You were just so amazing, lovely, warm…you were gonna kill him one day. Don’t even think of doing anything like that in public though, he might actually die (and cry and never go outside again). 

❥ Malleus Draconia

Every time you shared a kiss it would be one of passion. Malleus loves you so much he felt the need to express it, make sure you clearly understood how much you meant to him. But you would have to be the one to push further, as Malleus usually left it at one kiss, he wanted you to set the pace. He won’t back down if you continue to kiss him, his actions will become more possessive. Hands that cradled your cheeks move to the back of your head, his kisses becoming more hungry. He basks in your warmth, in your love, in your being. He loses himself in you, and he internally thanks you for allowing himself to indulge in your love. Malleus isn’t foolish enough to think it's appropriate for such actions to be indulged in with others present…but he also finds himself uncaring. He loves you, and if you wish it, who was he to deny? (Sebek will be so stunned that he can’t get any words out). Not to mention how exhilarating to see the fae prince’s composure shattered. Pink cheeks, dilated eyes, puffy lips…oh what a sight indeed.

[crepezinhos]

Unbeatable Spirit

POV: Just some first impressions of Ifa and how he must be like in bed activities…

Ifa is a malleable man.

He doesn’t have any particular preferred kinks, nor does he have any hated kinks. There’s not a lot that turns him on, nor a lot that turns him off, so that’s why he lets you be in control of the creativity department of your relationship.

There’s just one thing that you can’t take away from him when you fuck with him: He will always degrade you. He won’t ruin or break you, no, he doesn’t feel like doing that (unless you want to), but he finds it too funny how you feel so comfortable and confident to inform him about your desires, growing darker and darker the more you two get intimate with each other, for him to stay quiet about it.

He degrades you lightly, using words and terms that aren’t derogatory, but imply the message of your inferiority compared to him. And that disgustingly soft and relaxed tone in his voice while he speaks… It annoys you how it never fails to make his degradation sound like praising, and that makes you so tighter around him. He does it on purpose. After all, the tighter he can get you, the more opportunities he’ll did you to degrade you, and the cycle keeps repeating itself.

“Gee… This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? It can’t get enough of this…”

You want to try some new toy? Sure, he’ll use it until you’re dry, but he’ll make mean comments about how much your pussy likes to be tortured with it.

“Look at this mess… All that for a vibrator that isn’t even in max strength… Dirty little thing… You want me to fuck you this bad?”

You want to be tied up or blindfolded? Or maybe even both? Sure, he’ll make sure to be delicate with your body, but he’ll keep remarking you of your vulnerability and submission while he dicks you down.

“Look at you… So desperate to move and speak, yet, so aroused from being reduced to this. Don’t worry… I’ll tame this pretty pussy of yours…”

You want him to slap you at a specific spot of your body? Or maybe multiple of them? Sure, he’ll leave red marks on them, but he’ll keep telling you that you’re dirty masochist that deserves nothing but what you asked for.

“Dirty, dirty, dirty… Gushing all over my fingers because of pure pain… (SMACK) Don’t you have any shame at all from finding pleasure in this? Dirty little masochist… I’ll make sure to each this pussy where it belongs.” (SMACK)

And the list goes on… No need to worry about it becoming repetitive. He’ll always find a new way to degrade you as long as you keep bringing new ideas to the table.

Even when he’s the submissive one in the sex, you cannot get rid of the smirk in his face. You can restrain his movement, torture his dick, slap him in the face, degrade him however you want… He won’t stop smiling while pure love and admiration glosses his eyes. And if you don’t force him to stay quiet, he won’t stop degrading you either, even in the most pathetic and miserable positions.

“You find enjoyment in this, hum? Tying me up and— ah, dry-humping me like this until I’m almost cumming just to stop and edge me..? Hmmph! I thought that would be something you’d like me to do with you— Shit…”

You’ll always end up exhausted after sex, whether you were on top or bottom, while he’ll act as if nothing happened in the first place. Don’t get him wrong, he always enjoys it, but for your sadness, he simply remained undefeated by your sexual abilities.

You can try acting as distant and unsatisfied as possible at that unprovoked smirk of his, but he quickly makes cool off once he starts taking care of you. Yes, Ifa always takes care of you after sex, no matter how much you tried to ruin him. As expected, he will also do whatever you want him to for aftercare, whether it’s a snack, a warm bath, or cleaning the mess you two did, but you won’t be able to stop him from showering you with kisses and smooches after he’s done with the technical stuff, and that’s when you can’t resist him any longer.

And, even if he got you to surrender to him again and even if he finds your change in behavior so funny, he can’t find the energy to degrade you any more.

And don’t lie to yourself. You’re not really bothered by his unbeatable smirk, are you?

After all, you’re his little masochist prey, and he’s your dear tamer.

[majikkulu]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PILE ONE guys  often  see  you  as  someone  who’s  been  through  a  lot  emotionally.  you  have  this  untouchable  aura  that  makes  you  super  intriguing  and  a  little  intimidating  too,  even  if  you  don’t  come  off  as  scary  or  anything.  you’re  pretty  guarded  and  chill,  and  the  way  you  carry  yourself  is  all  controlled  and  thoughtful.  it  might  make  you  seem  a  bit  hard  to  approach.  guys  end  up  projecting  all  these  ideas  onto  you,  like  you’re  this  whole  vibe  they  can’t  figure  out  kinda  like  the  mona  lisa,  you  know?  they  can  tell  you’re  keeping  parts  of  yourself  under  wraps.  that  secretive  energy  makes  you  seem  reserved  but  also  magnetic  in  a  way.  most  guys  don’t  just  walk  up  to  you  easily  because  they  feel  like  you’re  picky  about  who  gets  close.  but  even  so,  there’s  this  weird  pull  toward  you  and  the  deep  stuff  you're  hiding.   to  them,  you  seem  emotionally  balanced,  maybe  even  a  little  distant  sometimes.  they  see  this  dual  side  of  you  like  you’re  an  open  book  but  with  pages  locked  tight,  vulnerable  but  also  tough  as  hell.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PILE TWO so  guys  see  you  as  that  person  who  just  naturally  draws  people  in  and  somehow  you  leave  a  bunch  of  little  crushes  in  your  wake  without  realizing  it.  you're  totally  sure  of  yourself.  you  kinda  have  this  low-key  spotlight  following  you  around,  even  if  you’re  just  doing  your  thing  and  not  trying  to  be  the  center  of  attention.  they  see  you  as  super  independent,  someone  who  really  values  their  own  space  and  isn’t  out  here  needing  anyone  to  complete  them.  there’s  this  elegance  and  put-together  vibe  about  you,  like  you  know  exactly  what  you  want  and  how  you  want  to  show  up.  only  those  who  meet  your  standards  get  that  real  connection.  to  guys,  you’re  the  total  package.  the  kind  of  person  they  want  to  talk  to  but  kinda  hesitate  because  you  seem  a  bit  untouchable,  like  you’re  living  on  another  level.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PILE THREE guys  see  you  as  someone  who’s  always  moving  with  purpose  like  every  word  you  say  and  every  move  you  make  is  calculated.  maybe  it’s  the  way  you  talk  kinda  fast  or  just  handle  your  business  efficiently.  t’s  hard  for  them  to  keep  up  with  you.  you  always  seem  busy,  focused,  like  you  know  exactly  what  you  want  and  there’s  no  way  you’re  settling  for  less.  they  notice  you  don’t  play  by  anyone  else’s  rules.  you  do  things  your  own  way  and  don’t  take  orders,  which  is  both  super  exciting  and  a  little  intimidating.  if  someone  crosses  the  line  or  gets  too  close  without  permission,  you’re  not  shy  about  shutting  it  down.  that  makes  you  come  off  as  assertive  and  confident,  some  people  might  see  you  as  unpredictable  like  you  won’t  just  bend  or  change  to  fit  what  others  want,  and  that’s  a  challenge  for  them.  they  feel  like  they  have  to  really  earn  your  attention,  prove  themselves  just  to  get  a  foot  in  the  door.   they  sense  you’ve  got  this  crazy  energy  and  tons  of  potential,  but  you’re  not  handing  that  out  easily.  you’re  the  kind  of  person  they  admire  from  afar,  but  getting  close  to  you  feels  like  winning  a  prize.

[s7my]

WHAT PLUTO SAYS ABOUT YOUR FEARS

pluto in the 1st house

you probably grew up feeling like you had to be “on guard” all the time. even if you didn’t show it on the outside, deep down, you didn’t feel safe being fully open. maybe you had to grow up fast, or you went through stuff that made you feel like you couldn’t trust people easily–like being judged, controlled, or constantly misunderstood. because of that, you developed a strong outer shell. people might say you seem intense, guarded, or like there’s something powerful about you, even if you’re quiet. you might not try to be intimidating, but others can sense that you've been through a lot. your fear is usually about being exposed or vulnerable–like if people really saw the real you, they might use it against you, so you keep control of how you’re seen. you might have this deep need to protect your image or your energy. sometimes you try to stay ahead by reading people before they can read you, or by keeping people at a distance emotionally. but what you really want is to feel safe just existing as you are, without having to constantly defend yourself. healing comes when you realize that you don’t have to always be in survival mode. not everyone is out to control or challenge you. the more you soften that fear of being powerless, the more confident and magnetic you naturally become.

pluto in the 2nd house

your fear is rooted in not feeling secure, whether that’s about money, self-worth, or just feeling safe in the world. you might’ve grown up in a home where resources were unstable, or where love and approval felt conditional, like you had to earn your value. maybe you were taught that having control over things (money, routines, your stuff, even people) was the only way to feel safe. now, that fear shows up in how you handle security. you might feel like no matter how much you have, it’s never enough. or you might cling to people or things that give you a false sense of control, because deep down there’s this fear that it could all disappear at any moment. sometimes this leads to overworking, hoarding, or obsessing over your image and self-worth. other times, it can show up as the opposite–sabotaging your stability or avoiding responsibility because you feel deep shame around it. at its core, this placement is about learning that your value isn’t tied to what you own, how much you earn, or how much you prove. healing means letting go of the fear that you’re “not enough” without external proof. the more you work on trusting your own worth, the less you’ll feel like you need to control everything to feel safe.

pluto in the 3rd house

your fear tends to revolve around being misunderstood, silenced, or dismissed. growing up, you might’ve felt like you couldn’t fully express yourself without being judged, shut down, or ignored. maybe your thoughts weren’t taken seriously, or you were in an environment where communication was manipulative, secretive, or just emotionally unsafe. even if your household seemed normal on the surface, there could’ve been power struggles–people not saying what they really meant, passive-aggressiveness, or using words to control. this can make you super sensitive to tone, language, and unspoken meanings now. you may fear speaking up, or over-explain yourself to avoid being misunderstood. on the flip side, some with this placement go the other way, like dominating conversations or always needing the last word to avoid feeling powerless. underneath it all is a deep fear of losing your voice, or of not being smart, valid, or heard. you likely think deeply, notice what others miss, and have an intense inner dialogue, but you don’t always feel safe sharing it. healing comes when you learn that you don’t need to convince anyone to hear you. your voice matters, even if it’s quiet. you don’t need to intellectualize everything to protect yourself. sometimes, just speaking honestly is powerful enough.

pluto in the 4th house

this one hits deep. your fear is rooted in the emotional foundations of your life–your home, your past, your sense of safety. maybe you grew up in an intense or unpredictable home environment, even if no one knew from the outside. there might’ve been emotional control, secrets, power dynamics, or just a heavy atmosphere that made you feel like you had to hide your true self to survive. sometimes this looks like having to emotionally parent your caregivers, or growing up around people who avoided emotions or exploded with them. you might carry a deep fear of being vulnerable, abandoned, or emotionally exposed. even now, you might struggle to let people into your private world. your walls are high, not because you don’t care, but because you care so much and don’t want to be hurt again. there’s often a strong connection to family wounds, ancestral trauma, or emotional patterns that feel hard to escape. you may fear turning into the people who hurt you, or losing your identity in your roots. healing is about creating a new definition of home and safety; one that’s yours, not inherited. when you face the shadows in your emotional past instead of avoiding them, you unlock real emotional strength and depth. you become someone who builds safe emotional spaces, not just survives them.

pluto in the 5th house

you may carry a deep fear around being seen, not just noticed, but fully witnessed in your creativity, your joy, your love, and your self-expression. growing up, you might’ve learned that showing off too much, being “too much” or taking up space emotionally or artistically got you criticized, punished, or ignored. maybe your authentic self, your playfulness, your ideas, your crushes, your sense of humor was mocked, dismissed, or tightly controlled. or, on the other side, maybe you were pushed into the spotlight, expected to perform or impress, and your worth became tied to attention or praise. either way, something about being freely expressive didn’t feel emotionally safe. now, you might hide your passions or second-guess your creative instincts. you could be scared of rejection when it comes to romance, feeling like love is a power game or that opening up means giving someone control. sometimes, this shows up as being overly intense about love, needing validation from romantic partners, or having trouble with vulnerability in dating. you might also fear losing control when you’re “just having fun” like fun isn’t something you fully trust. deep down, you crave authentic joy and recognition, but only when it feels safe. healing comes when you realize you don’t need to dim your light to stay safe. reclaiming your right to enjoy, create, and love without guilt is a big part of your journey.

pluto in the 6th house

your fear is tied to control–specifically, control over your body, your routines, your responsibilities, and how useful or “good enough” you feel. this often comes from a childhood where perfection, discipline, or constant productivity was tied to love or safety. maybe you grew up around high standards, unspoken expectations, or caregivers who only noticed when you messed up, not when you were doing fine. some people with this placement experienced illness in themselves or others at a young age, which made them hyper-aware of health, stress, or routines. you may have internalized the idea that your worth depends on how hard you work, how helpful you are, or how “in control” your day-to-day life looks. this creates a pressure cooker inside you–one where any loss of routine, messiness, or inefficiency can trigger deep anxiety or shame. some people with this placement push themselves to exhaustion, while others avoid structure entirely out of fear they’ll never meet their own impossible standards. you might also fear being dependent or weak, and feel like you have to handle everything alone. beneath it all is the fear of being powerless in your own life. healing comes when you stop measuring your worth by output. you learn that rest isn’t laziness, asking for help isn’t weakness, and being imperfect doesn’t mean being unworthy.

pluto in the 7th house

your deepest fears revolve around relationships, but not just the fear of losing someone. it’s the fear of losing yourself in someone else. growing up, you may have experienced relationships that felt intense, manipulative, or full of emotional power games. maybe you had a parent who blurred the line between care and control. or you might’ve seen someone in your home give too much of themselves to keep the peace, teaching you early on that love can cost you your identity. now, you might attract partners who feel magnetic but draining, or you find yourself playing out push-pull dynamics without fully knowing why. it’s like part of you craves deep connection, but another part is always on edge scanning for betrayal, control, or signs that you’re being consumed. you may become hyper-aware of your partner’s moods and needs, molding yourself to avoid conflict or abandonment. or you might go the other way, keeping people at a distance to protect yourself. either way, the fear is losing power in love. underneath that is a wound around trust: not just trusting others, but trusting that you won’t disappear in love. healing means learning that you can be close to someone without being controlled by them–and that you don’t have to shrink or shapeshift to be chosen.

pluto in the 8th house

you carry heavy emotional intensity, even if most people would never guess. your fear is rooted in emotional vulnerability and what it really means to let someone in. you might’ve experienced a childhood where emotional safety was unpredictable or deeply painful. things like betrayal, abandonment, secrets, or even death might’ve shaped your worldview early on. maybe you were forced to grow up fast, or had to deal with situations that made you feel emotionally exposed with no one to protect you. as a result, you learned to guard your feelings like a vault. you’re drawn to emotional and psychological depth, truths that most people avoid, but you also fear the chaos those truths can bring. intimacy can feel like a battlefield: you want connection, but you’re also scanning for any sign that it’s dangerous to trust. this can make you prone to emotional extremes, silent power struggles, or a need to control situations so you’re not the one being blindsided. you might keep parts of yourself hidden, or test people to see if they’re safe. you also might deal with issues around shared resources, trust, or dependency–feeling like giving up control in any form is a risk you’re not sure you can take. healing happens when you stop fearing your own emotional depth and realize that vulnerability isn’t the same thing as weakness or danger.

pluto in the 9th house

your fear hides in your beliefs. what you’ve been taught, what you’ve seen, and what you’ve convinced yourself has to be true in order to feel safe. growing up, you may have been exposed to a belief system, culture, religion, or worldview that felt intense, all-consuming, or even oppressive. maybe a parent or authority figure pushed their ideals so hard that it didn’t leave space for your own thoughts. or maybe you were forced to question everything early–witnessing hypocrisy, judgment, or loss that made you feel like the world doesn’t make sense unless you find the truth yourself. now, your mind is hungry for depth, but also wary. you might fear being “wrong” in how you see the world, so you go deep, almost obsessively, into trying to find the truth, sometimes to the point of rejecting anything that sounds too easy, light, or unexamined. you can come across intense in conversations about beliefs, justice, or morality because underneath it all, you’re afraid that blind faith, or letting go of control over how you make meaning could lead you straight into betrayal or disillusionment. you might fear losing your identity in someone else’s worldview or getting trapped in a way of life that doesn’t feel true to you. your healing comes when you realize you don’t have to control every answer or debunk everything to protect yourself. it’s okay to believe, to explore, and to let your perspective evolve without fearing it’s all or nothing.

pluto in the 10th house

your fear is tied to how the world sees you, and whether you’ll ever live up to what’s expected of you. this often starts with a childhood where you were pressured to perform, succeed, or “be somebody.” maybe you had a parent who had high expectations, was emotionally distant, or only gave approval when you achieved something. or maybe you felt like you had to grow up fast and earn your worth through responsibility. as a result, you developed a deep connection between identity and success, but also a fear of failure that runs way deeper than just embarrassment. it can feel like if you don’t “make it” you’re nothing. this can lead to perfectionism, overworking, or feeling like no matter how much you do, it’s not enough. on the flip side, some with this placement swing the other way–avoiding ambition or fearing visibility altogether, because being seen also means being judged or exposed. you might be hyper-aware of authority figures or feel like you're always being watched, measured, or compared. even if you appear strong, driven, or put-together, you might feel like an imposter underneath it all. the healing is in learning that you’re not just valuable for what you produce or how others see you. your path isn’t about being perfect; it’s about finding power in authenticity, not performance.

pluto in the 11th house

your fear lives in your relationship with groups, community, and belonging. growing up, you may have experienced betrayal, exclusion, or control within friendships or social circles. maybe you were the outcast, the weird one, or the person who never quite felt like they fit in, so you learned to either detach emotionally from groups or try to control how people see you to avoid rejection. there could have been a moment in childhood where you realized people aren’t always loyal, or that fitting in sometimes means giving up parts of yourself. because of that, you might carry a hidden fear of being misunderstood, cast out, or used. this can lead you to be either fiercely independent or overly guarded in social settings. even when you’re part of something bigger, you might feel like you’re always on the outside looking in. some people with this placement become overly idealistic about community, putting groups or causes on a pedestal, then get crushed when people don’t live up to those ideals. others become ultra-private or even mistrusting, afraid of giving anyone too much power. your deepest fear might be that no space truly exists where you can be fully seen and safe at the same time. healing starts when you find or build communities that aren’t based on control or image–just shared truth and mutual respect.

pluto in the 12th house

your fear is invisible, even to you. it hides in your subconscious: old wounds, emotional baggage, and fears you can’t always name. early in life, you might’ve been around emotionally intense or unstable environments but never had the tools to make sense of it. maybe you were told to “just be okay” when things weren’t, or you picked up on emotional undercurrents no one talked about. this often creates a feeling that there’s something dark or heavy living inside you, but you don’t know where it came from. you might fear being consumed by your own emotions, or that if you really let yourself feel everything, it would overwhelm you. so you push it down, escape into fantasy, hide in distractions, or become the one who’s always calm, even when you’re breaking inside. some people with this placement fear being “too much” or “not enough” without knowing why. it’s a deep internal fear of losing control, of breaking down, of being seen when you’re vulnerable. others may struggle with trust in themselves or in the universe–always waiting for the other shoe to drop. your healing comes when you stop running from your inner world and start listening to it. therapy, dreams, solitude, spirituality, these can all help you process what’s been buried and understand that your sensitivity is not a weakness, it’s a portal to deep strength.

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