#And yes I absolutely just wanted a reason to draw him with long hair ^^

[bigfatbimbo]

I saw requests were open, and idk if this would be something up your alley, by I would like to see your writing for Alastor with a mommy kink!

a/n — Up my alley? UP MY ALLEY? BABES THIS IS THE WHOLE DOWNTOWN STREET.

I quite literally giggled and kicked my feet when I saw this because… yes?

Anyways though, I was so tired last night when I wrote this so I apologize if it’s shorter than you hoped.

“Ah— careful, my dear,” Alastor winced as you slid onto his cock. His hands were tied to the bed post, and the only thing giving him any illusion of control was his faltering grin.

It was incredibly rewarding to see him like this, open and defenseless against you. It was putting him on edge, you could tell easily from the way his shoulders tightened and his smile wrinkled down, ever so slightly. 

“Relax,” you caressed his face with your thumb, “Mommy’s gonna take good care of you.”

You felt his dick twitch inside you, “Nngh, d—dearest, I—“

He’s cute off by an embarrassingly loud whine when you start rolling your hips.

He looks absolutely horrified at himself for the lack of power in the situation, but he doesn’t have time to think about it for too long before your cunt clenches down on his dick. 

“Who knew the Radio Demon would sound so pretty in bed?” you tease as you speed up.

Alastor curses himself for the deep static-y moan that comes out. He hated feeling so desperate but he sure as hell loved your attention. 

“You—ugh—“ He couldn’t focus with all the stimulation, “—this is perverted.” He stated it as if he wasn’t constantly letting out breathy moans.

“I know you love having mommy dote on you like this , Alastor,” you coo down at him and stroke his hair.

Alastors eyes widened at that comment, before he let out a needy whine.

“You want to be taken care of, pretty baby?” You hump his dick rougher, he nods vigorously. “Want me to praise you and tell you how good of a boy you are?”

He threw his head back into the pillow and kicked his feet out, struggling against the restraint around his wrists.

“Mommy, m—mommy, yes I want—“ his moans and whines are more apparent now as if he stopped trying to hide them. 

“You want what, sweetheart?”

“I want—“ he tried again, struggling to collect his thoughts while you milked his sensitive cock. Sex wasn’t something he engaged in often so the sensations got to his head fast.

“Use your words, darling,” you bite your lip while you ride him.

“—I want you, mommy, I need you,” he finished, feeling as if he hadn’t articulated what he’d been trying too. 

“Good boy, Alastor, telling me what you want.” You praise, running your hands over his chest.

He moaned pathetically. There was something so madly appealing to him about you calling yourself his ‘mommy.’ 

Some part of Alastor, deep inside of him, yearned to be praised and cared for. It had been almost an eternity since anyone had done so.

He whined your title in useless slurs, calling out for more. More of what? He didn’t know. He just craved your attention, your touch, your affection, like a starved man.

Your hands roamed his body, along with your lips, while you pussy drank up his cock. His whimpers were getting more frequent and staticky with every hip thrust and bite.

You sensed his climax building from the way he squirmed underneath the restraints of the wrist binds and bucked his dick up into you subconsciously. 

In truth, you could feel your own orgasm approaching as well, but you wanted to draw out this for as long as possible. After all, it’s not every day you have the Radio Demon whining for your approval.

“Mommy, ‘m almost there, ‘m so close,” He moaned, still squirming and biting his lip to hold back his release.

His eyes searched yours for the approval to cum, but it wasn’t there.

Instead, finding a vague sympathy as you continued grinding down on his dick, “I know, sweetheart, I know. You’re just going to have to wait, though.”

He whined miserably and kicked his feet. He didn’t like this answer, but for whatever reason he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Your going to have to wait til after I cum baby,” You explain, breathlessness creeping into your voice, “Until then you’ll just have to be my good boy. How’s that sound?”

He nodded his head weakly, wincing at all of the attention on his cock as he tried to hold back.

You speed up, going fast enough for your orgasm to approach but not fast enough for it to be over to soon.

“Being so good for mommy, Al,” you coo, “Such good control, making mommy feel so good.”

The sides of his mouth look like they ache after smiling through all of this, but he whines regardless. 

His eyes are half lidded and needy, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead while the ties around his wrists dug into his skin.

When you finally let go, you throw your head back and moan, still humping his cock but humming softly, satisfied with your orgasm and equally proud of Alastors restraint.

“Please,” Alastor whimpers, trying his hardest to lean up into your touch before being stopped by the ropes, “Please, mommy, now.”

“My pretty baby, of course you can—“ you didn’t even finish your sentence before being cut off by he’s loud desperate moan.

He came almost immediately after getting your approval and then fell back into the mattress, whispering quiet phrases of ‘Thank you, mommy,’

You pulled yourself off of him and laid down next to him on the bed. After untying the ropes around his wrists you take him in your arms and stroke his hair.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. ‘m so proud of you,” you spoke softly in his ears.

Alastor didn’t say anything, only letting out a small hum of contentment and burying his face in your neck. 

You take one of his hands in yours and  observe the light bruise the restraints left of his  wrist. You rub your thumb against the injury and he winces. For a moment, you’re worried they were tied to tight until you catch a glimpse of his face. 

His usually shit-eating grin was replaced by what looked like a smile of genuine satisfaction.

You quietly applauded yourself for accomplishing something you once thought to be impossible, before you rose slightly on the bed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Al,” you say. You try to move but his arms clings onto your neck and hold on for life. He whines slightly.

“Alright,” you give in and sit back down, “maybe we can’t wait a little longer.”

a/n — this guys misses his mommy so much it’s not even funny oh my god. He’s way more pathetic than meets the eye guys, trust.

I feel like he would get super needy and clingy after this too like. He would constantly be needing all of attention at all times. He would just be competing with everyone for your attention it’d be wild.

It would make for some absolute fire songs though.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon

[justmediocrewriting]

“White Lace,” {v.s}

Summary: it’s laundry day on the Merry, and ever the gentleman, Sanji offered to take Nami’s place when the navigator explained that she was too exhausted to attend to the chore. Sanji expected to simply find a sore back and pruny fingers by doing so, but instead he found much more…

Or: Sanji finds a pair of your white lace underwear, and you catch him in the middle of washing them, resulting in some tension and embarrassment between the both of you.

Genre: spice (no smut, but dirty thoughts and suggestive themes)

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Requested: ❌

Warnings: I kinda feel this could fall under voyeurism to an extent, because Sanji does find a pair of your panties and kind of like plays with them, so maybe it does? Idk. Some rather not-so-innocent thoughts from Sanji, sexualization, very slight virginity kink if you squint really hard, panty sniffing, panty licking, sexual tension(ish?), female pronouns and parts mentioned

A/n: so I’ve got roughly 10+ things in my drafts right now but this literally WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE, so I knew I had to write it. I hope you hoes enjoy ❤️ might do a part 2 idkkkk. 18+ under the cut, ye have been warned.

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Sanji found comfort in routine. For some, a humdrum life would become quickly boring, but for Sanji repetition was key to his sanity. It was the main reason that Sanji was so fluidly quick in creating a new routine from the first day he’d agreed to set sail with Luffy — that and that it had helped cure the insistent anxiety of being at sea again after so many years of remaining stationary.

Sanji greatly disliked breaking routine unless the situation absolutely called for it; a battle, for example, or in this morning’s case, a beautiful woman asking him for help.

Sanji enjoyed routine, but he enjoyed satisfying women a lot more.

So when Nami had entered the galley, hair mussed and eyes hazy and unfocused with a small basket of laundry perched delicately on her hip, Sanji was quick to abandon the first step of his daily routine (taking inventory of the galley stock) and pluck the basket from her arm.

Nami sighed gratefully and her shoulders slumped with relief.

“Thanks, Sanji.” Nami muttered, voice heavy with exhaustion, and Sanji felt his heart lurch with sympathy. It wasn’t as though he was a stranger to fatigue.

“I spent most of the night drawing the charts to the next few islands. I guess I got so wrapped up in it I just hadn’t noticed how much time had passed.”

Sanji nodded along to her explanation as he gently set the basket of clothes atop the island counter, and in the process he inadvertently let his eyes skim across the articles within. Colors popped against one another, like a cluttered rainbow of pinks, blues, whites, reds, and teals — from what Sanji could see they were mostly shirts.

“Laundry day, aye?” Sanji asked conversationally, tearing his eyes from the basket to smile at Nami. She groaned and brought a hand up to massage the back of her neck as she nodded.

“Yeah. There’s a few of my shirts in there, but it’s mostly (Y/N)’s clothes. She washed mine last week, so I agreed to wash hers this week.”

Sanji frowned and appraised the tired woman before him; it pained him to see a woman like Nami having to work so hard. He’d always felt that life at sea, what with so much to maintain, was far too harsh for a lady — ladies were meant to be spoiled and taken care of, at least in Sanji’s eyes. Nami had chosen a life at sea, and Sanji knew that with this decision she’d long accepted the responsibilities of such, and he had no doubt that Nami could handle it, but if Sanji could do something to help relieve her of some of the work he would.

“I can take care of it for you, if you want.” Sanji said, and Nami’s eyes snapped open. She looked equal parts relieved and panicked by his offer, and she hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.

“No, Sanji, I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve already got enough on your plate.” Nami murmured, and then, as if it were an afterthought, she added, “we all do.”

Sanji rolled his shoulders in dismissal of her worry. “You’re not asking, love. I’m offering. And I’m not too terribly busy; it’s still early, so I’ll have plenty of time to prep breakfast before Luffy wakes up.”

Nami bit her lip, and she looked minutely closer to accepting the offer, but there was still a hardened hesitation in her eyes. Sanji smiled ever gently at her.

“It’s alright, Nami. Why not go back to your quarters and rest for a bit? I’ll take care of this.”

Finally, Nami sighed and relented to acceptance. With a small but grateful nod, she gave Sanji a tired smile before turning on her heel to exit the galley; before she did so, she placed a manicured hand against the door frame and sent him one last glance.

“Really, Sanji, thank you. Once you’re done washing them you don’t have to worry about hanging them to dry; just come get me and I’ll do that.” And with that Nami breezed from the galley, and Sanji gave a small chuckle at her attempt to take some of the load off of him. Even if it was Nami’s turn to do the laundry as was her responsibility, Sanji wouldn’t allow her to set them to dry — he’d do that himself, as well; and he even set it in his mind that he’d fold them as well.

It wasn’t until Sanji pulled out the first shirt that he began to feel as though he shouldn’t have offered his help; because the fabric in his hand was familiar, and it dawned on him that the majority of the clothes in the basket were yours. It was a detail that Sanji had skimmed by when Nami was explaining the situation, and now the reality of it was hitting him like a ton of bricks.

Sanji’s skin prickled as if he were committing the most atrocious sin, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. The shirt in his hand was one of your favorites; you’d worn it a lot, and just looking at the rumpled article supplied Sanji with various memories of you donning it. It looked rather pleasant on you, especially when the hem of it rose slightly to reveal the smallest sliver of skin when you moved in just the right way, and Sanji had to quickly place it back in the basket and take a deep inhale to staunch the blood flowing towards his groin.

Sanji’s attraction to you was something that he vaguely felt might be out of hand; he was a lover of women, yes, but never had he experienced a pull as strong as the one he had towards you. Maybe it was the way innocence practically poured from your aura, or the way your cheeks brightened with any pet name or compliment he offered you, as if such attention was a completely new experience for you — whatever it was, it was highly alluring to Sanji, and he found himself wanting more and more of it – of you – every day.

Sanji flared his nostrils a few more times, every breath deep and steadying, repeatedly telling himself that he wasn’t doing anything wrong and his intentions were of the best, and to get a fucking grip, Sanji. Just wash the clothes and be normal!

As he relocated the basket next to the sink and pulled out a pale yellow shirt Sanji deliberately tried to focus his thoughts on anything other than the fact that he was touching your clothes, that you’d worn them and they’d clung to your skin and more than likely smelled of you, of that wonderful floral perfume that was subtle but nearly overpowering in close proximity — that thought alone had Sanji itching to bring the fabric to his nose and inhale, and he had to quickly turn the faucet on and shove the article beneath the stream of water to avoid doing so.

Piece by piece, mechanically and as empty headed as possible, Sanji soaked and washed the clothes under the stream of water, wringing each article out generously to avoid the chance of mildew. By the time he was half way through the basket, Sanji felt confident that he could get through the process without too much trouble (or too many inappropriate thoughts or southward flowing blood); but that was quickly wiped from his psyche when he mindlessly groped within the basket and laid touch to something soft and small and lacy.

Upon pulling it out to examine it, Sanji was hit with a flush of arousal so strong that it nearly knocked him off his feet; gripped within his fingers, soft and lacy and so, so delicate looking, was a pair of white, sheer panties. Sanji’s entire being short circuited, train of thought screeching to a halt and brain being instead assaulted by a myriad of images — of those sheer white panties clinging to your hips, cupping the swell of your ass in such a tantalizing way, hem resting against your tummy and rising in time with your labored breaths as Sanji picked you apart molecule by molecule —

“Stop,” Sanji hissed to himself, cursing his traitorous dick when it hardened to half mast in his dress pants, twitching in approval with each new image and thought that flashed into his hind brain. Sanji knew he should look away, knew he could stop these reactions if he just put the panties away, abandoned the task and fetched Nami instead to finish it — and though Sanji swore to himself that he wouldn’t do that due to his pride as a gentleman, the deepest part of him knew that he wasn’t going to do it because he was curious, and he was enjoying this, as much as that fact ashamed him.

Panties were one of the most, if not the most, intimate articles of clothing a woman could wear; they covered the sweetest fruit, kept it protected and out of sight, and they constantly shifted and hugged that sensitive pearl beneath. They were precious, and the fact that they belonged to you made them even more so.

Sanji nearly groaned at the thought; he could so clearly see you wearing the panties, see the way they hugged against your pussy, could imagine just how drenched the center would get as he worked you into oblivion with his lips —

Sanji opened the panties and this time, a groan did slip past his lips — because right there, in the center of the bridge of the panties, right where they would cling to your pussy, the fabric was slightly darker, and Sanji’s dick jumped at the sight. The overwhelming urge to shove them against his nose and breathe in the phantom traces of your slick sent alternating waves of arousal and intense shame through Sanji, because that was dirty, these panties were dirty, they were yours and it would be such an abuse of your trust in him if he did something like that — but the longer he stared, the stronger the urge became, and soon enough arousal had completely consumed shame, and Sanji quickly brought the panties to his face, shoving his nose directly into the center and inhaling. Sanji panted heavily against the fabric as the sweet scent entered his nostrils; it was faint, as he’d assumed it would be, but it was there, and it was so much sweeter than Sanji could have ever imagined.

Sanji pressed his hips into the counter as he took in lungfuls of your scent, hissing lowly at the pressure against the straining bulge in his pants, hips moving just so to chase a semblance of friction — consumed by sudden lust and the thought of you, the scent of you, and the urge to taste where you were sweetest, Sanji laved his tongue against the dried patch of slick, moaning haughtily into the softness of your panties.

Sanji’s surroundings and reality seemed to completely melt away as he lost himself within the sensations of smelling and tasting you, something he so longed for — just as much as he longed to corrupt you, to show you all the naughty things he shouldn’t, like he longed to see you wearing these panties, so innocent and white, and see them become forever stained from actions that were too devious and sinful for such a color.

Sanji wanted to stain you — he wanted your innocent little brain to fog over with lust, to see you discombobulate on his cock as he stretched you wide, as he took you to heights you’d never been, watch those beautiful eyes of yours roll back and watch you bare that lovely neck to him, to bite and mark and cover, to claim you, inside and out.

Sanji let out a guttaral groan as his hips picked up speed; the counter was firm and hard against his cock, a far cry from the soft, wet warmth he craved to be buried inside, but it offered friction, and with how hard his cock was, that’s what he needed, even if it was a bit unpleasant.

As consumed as he was by the myriad of sensations stoking his arousal, the soft rapping of knuckles against the wooden doorframe of the galley was almost lost on him; but thankfully, his ears had picked it up, and as if they had burned him, Sanji threw the panties into the sink below him. There was a soft splat against the steel, and Sanji winced as he realized the bridge of the panties had been soaked with his saliva — thankfully, the sound was too faint to be heard from the doorway, and the relief that offered Sanji increased tenfold as he turned to look over his shoulder and caught sight of you.

Sanji’s breath caught in his throat, and nearly all traces of arousal had been chased away by deep-seated shame, and Sanji did his best to smile at you through the guilt.

“Good morning, love. Is there something you need?” Sanji forced his voice to stay calm despite the sheer panic and guilt threatening to weigh it down; Sanji’s heart was thundering within his chest, battering against his ribcage with the force of a raging bull, and he willed his erection to just go away —

But his dick was not cooperating with him, and it stayed rock hard within his pants as you smiled back shyly and began to approach him; as you turned the corner of the island counter, Sanji belatedly realized that you had a small basket tucked under your arm, with a few articles of clothing within.

“Nothing much, Sanji. Nami told me you were helping with the laundry today, and I found these in our room so I thought I’d bring them in and offer you some help—”

Sanji watched with growing dread as you paused just a couple inches from the sink, your eyes zeroing in on the panties within and widening as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ shape (which did not help with his erection, as his mind went to very shadowy places from the sight), and your cheeks went from normal to beet red in seconds (which also didn’t help, because it was far too pretty of a color on you).

Heavy, awkward silence fell over the galley as you stared, frozen, at the sink — Sanji wanted to look away from you, knew that you were far beyond embarrassed right now and that his staring was certainly not helping, but he simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Arousal was still thrumming beneath his skin, and it was like seeing you in a whole new light; knowing that those sweet, innocent, pretty panties belonged to you, that you’d worn them, that they sat snugly against your pussy and became saturated in you, in your innocence, had his dick twitching and fingers itching to pull your body flush against his. He wanted to see you wearing them for him, wanted you to bend over and present to him, so that he could see the outline of your pussy, soaked and ready, through the fabric —

Sanji inhaled sharply and tore his eyes away from you, and part of him wanted to stutter out an apology, beg for your forgiveness — he was being so shameful, sexualizing you objectifying you in the way he was, craving to take away your innocence, something that was so deeply ingrained into who you were —

But the words were stuck in his throat, unable to move past the lump of sheer shame and regret, and even if they could, would Sanji really have the courage to admit what he’d done, let alone apologize for it?

He truly didn’t know if he would.

Sanji’s actions had been so unbecoming, had went against the very essence of his code — but that was just the simple fact of it; you had this effect on him, a tendency to bring out the worst in him. And if Sanji were being honest with himself, he enjoyed it. He secretly loved the fact that you could draw that dormant beast from its slumber, all without even knowing you were doing it.

“Those, um… those are…” to Sanji’s surprise, it was your voice that broke the silence, and though he knew it would only stir him up more, Sanji snapped his eyes to you. You vehemently ignored any eye contact with him, gaze still locked on the sink, and in the blink of an eye with movements that were much faster than Sanji’s fuddled mind could perceive, your hand shot out and you ripped the panties from the sink, throwing them hastily into the basket before resituating it on your hip.

“I’ll w-wash these later,” you mumbled, cheeks still flaming, and Sanji hated the way his dick twitched at the sight. It was such a show of innocent bashfulness that it made Sanji heat from the inside out. Finally, you made the briefest of eye contact with him and gave him a small nod. “Carry on.”

Then you were turning on your heel and swiftly exiting the galley, leaving Sanji alone with his own thoughts, a half empty laundry basket, and a roaring flame of shame and guilt that Sanji didn’t think could ever be doused.

#opla #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #op #one piece

[tojisun]

"i feel so hot rn. not pretty or cute but hot"

Now I'm imagining Simon looking at him self in a full length mirror fidgeting with his outfit thinking the same thing to himself and we're just watching him on the bed in admiration and he catches us looking at him in the reflection of the mirror alskhdajdnbsdjfaehfb <3

RAHHH THIS ONE WAS FROM THIS POST (so long ago! im so sorry for the delay ahhhhkj)

god yea! absolutely!!

and the thing is, simon always feels attractive in his own skin- rolling confidence heightened by his unabashed competence- so feeling good is not really foreign to him.

but there is something different today.

simon feels a simmer buzzing underneath his skin, tickling the back of his mind as his eyes trail over himself. he is just wearing something simple for the casual dinner date you two planned- dark jeans and a black shirt that stretches over his chest and is taut over the lines of his abdomen, with a semi-loose jacket thrown on top.

he looks, well, normal.

he looks like any other man; he is not a weapon or a threat. he is just a man who's taking out his girl for a dinner.

and perhaps it is that reason that makes simon appreciate how he looks. he tamps down on a smile, ducking his head away from the mirror to fix the sleeves of his jacket.

the action is what draws simon's attention to you- he sees a flash of red (dark as wine) and shifts, meeting your eyes from the mirror. you are all ready to go, your hair coming down in a way that frames the cut of your jaw and highlights the shimmer on your cheeks. you're laying on the bed, legs propped up against the wall and head turned to watch him, and simon becomes so breathless at the thick desire he sees rolling off of you.

your lips, cherry red, are parted for a quiet gasp, your fists tight at the ends of your dress, and simon, not for the first time, wonders how much does he truly affect you?

he wants to see himself from your eyes- wants to see the man you love; the man you chose to spend your life with. he wants to see the way you love him

but for now, he teases. "y'like what you see?"

"yes," you reply instantly, reverently, and simon blinks in surprise.

oh.

he feels winded at your admission. god, petal. how he loves you so.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #anon #ask #suns

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 9- Dazai/Reader with promt Wet Dream

Notes:  this is partly inspired by this wonderful ChuuAtsu fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13091097 

You know, when I write my reader characters, they usually end up not like me at all, but for some reason this Reader ended up like a little too much like me. also no actual sex guys, just dream sex, sorry

There are hands on you. Big hands, tugging at your clothes, desperately, hotly. You want to laugh at him, at his urgent attitude, but you feel the same. Your hands are just as desperate, tangled in that familiar brown hair, that insufferable smirk curved across his face. You hate him, but you never want him to let you go.

“I knew it, you secretly liked me all along.” You despise that voice, it's cocky and arrogant. And you hate how it turns you on. You kiss him harder, trying to shut him up.

It works too, at first. He abandoned his previous task of making fun of you and instead devotes himself to absolutely ruining you, running his fingers through your hair and yanking your close, tugging at the buttons of your shirt. Each button undone represents your pride, falling apart, ruined by the man before you. He pulls away from your mouth, pressing bruising kisses to your neck, his tongue laving over the harsher bites. 

“Hurry up Dazai.” Your voice is embarrassingly raspy, thick with lust as your head falls back, letting out a tiny embarrassing whimper. The man before you chuckles. “My my, impatient are we?” You hate how his teasing turns you on. 

But he obeys, and a clever hand tweaks your nipple, pulling a moan deep out of your throat. You hate him, hate what he does to you.

Another hand is trailing lower now, drawing a sinful path down your front, leaving a hot trail of fire in its wake. It arrives at its goal, and he chuckles at what he finds there.

“You're so wet.” He sounds proud, the insufferable bastard. “And I thought you hated me.”

You glare through the pleasure. “Shut up—”

You interrupt your complaints with a moan as he plays with your pussy, slipping a finger into your twitching hole. You moan, embarrassed of the squelching sounds that give away your real feelings. His fingers are long, longer than yours and they stretch you out nicely as he adds another one, scissoring them and prying your hole open. A rough padded thumb draws circles on your clit, driving you closer and closer to insanity, to the edge of the metaphorical cliff. 

“More, Osamu. Give me more.” You can feel his dick twitch in his pants at that name, and you take pride in the fact that he’s just as affected as you are. 

“Yes, my Belladonna, I shall obey your every command.” You hate that stupid nickname, the one he gives to all the women he flirts with, but never gave to you. You hate how your heart clenches with happiness. He slips a third finger in and your back arches, moans tumbling out of your mouth at a higher frequency. 

You grip his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his waist as his long fingers bring you closer and closer to the brink, your stubborn pride falling from you with every thrust of his fingers. And then, he finds it, that cushy spot that makes your back arch and you cum with a cry of his name.

“I love you, Osamu.”

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You wake with a strange feeling of dissatisfaction, as if you're missing something. A strange wanting feeling, a familiar aching in your gut that disappears with a good shower. You take your time getting ready, because even though you’re late you know someone will be later than you. And you refuse to leave into the world looking like a caveman. You style your hair, put on some everyday makeup and make some eggs and toast, trying the new strawberry jam Kenji gave you. 

It's not until you're locking the door to the dorms behind you, purse in hand, that the dream suddenly rushes back into your brain. The hot steamy details and the worst part, the very last words. 

‘I love you, Osamu’

Fuck, your screwed.

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The Detective Agency is hard at work when you step quietly through the door. You're offered the usual greetings, which you return with less than your usual enthusiasm, but if anyone notices, they don't say. You put your purse down, sitting at your desk between Atsushi and that damn Dazai, and pointedly ignore the latter man. You shoot Atsushi a smile however, you adore the boy. 

“Morning Atsushi.” Atsushi shoots you a smile. “Morning Name, do you have the paperwork for yesterdays mission? Kunikida told me to make copies in case Dazai loses them again.”

“Yeah, thats a good idea.” You nod, handing over said papers with a smile. “He totally would to.” You and Atsushi share a smile as an indignant squawk sounds on your other side. “What are you implying! I'm being egregiously slandered. I would never lose anything important anyway.” You avoid looking at him entirely, not even granting him a response. Atsushi shoots you an odd look, but humors you with a sigh in Dazai’s direction. “Yes Dazai, we all know you would. Thanks for these Name.” He takes the papers away with a smile and you turn to your desk as the door slams behind him. 

It's silent in the office, the sounds of typing and the beeping of Ranpo’s switch, and you're filling out reports for lost dogs when a familiar bandaged hand comes into your vision. 

“Nameeee~ why are you avoiding meee~” You can feel the blush creeping up the back of your neck, and flashes of those hands in a different context flash through your mind. You keep trying, not looking at him. 

“I'm not ignoring you. I'm doing reports.” You type faster, taking out your embarrassment on your computer. 

“No, see? You won't even look at me.” Infuriatingly, the man simply does not leave you alone. You sigh, maybe if you focus on how infuriating your find him you can survive without thinking of that dream again, and those stupid fucking words.

Your turn, glancing at him. “No, see, I'm looking at you.” And of course, this proved to be a huge mistake. Dazai’s handsomeness, it's always been obvious. But most of the people in the armed detective agency are handsome, for some reason. So to you it's always been easy to ignore. But now, you can't ignore it any more. The sun is pouring through the windows, casting a golden glow on his brown hair, highlighting the thousands of colored strands all blending together into brown. It highlights his eyes too, turning that brown transparent and beautiful, shining in the light. He’s wearing that stupid outfit as usual, but he’s hung his coat over the edge of the chair, and rolled his sleeves up and his delicate hands are on display. Damn those stupid sexy hands with their long fingers and blue veins. Damn Dazai and his stupid sexyness. You hate him for it. 

Worse however, are his lips. Because as soon as you look at them all you can think about is that dream, how he devoured your kisses, how he worshiped your neck. And now he’s biting them, drawing his teeth across them and leaving little indents across his top lip. You want to kiss them away.

Unknown to you, Dazai’s having his own little problems. You look at him, and you blink slowly, giving him the most dangerous pair of fuck me eyes he’s ever seen. You always look pretty, but now it's three times worse. The sun is highlighting you, and you glow like a goddess, coming down to slay the foolish mortals who worship her. He can imagine you as a goddess. Dressed in robes that hug your curves with every step, punishing the foolish mortals who desire her impurely. Demanding they worship you. He would gladly fall beneath your feet and worship you. Let you sit on his face and smother him with your thighs and pussy. He would beg for it. 

And your eyes are begging him to lean forward and kiss you, to selfishly steal the breath from your lungs, to take you on this very desk right here. He could imagine that too. Your pretty form bent over a desk, papers and office supplies falling to the floor as he fucks you. Your face twisted in pleasure as you screamed his name. His name, and only his. He swallows, wetting his throat and biting his lip. He cant breath, and he feels arousal start in his gut.

“Can you guys stop eye fucking each other and get back to work? Kunikida looks like he’s ready to burst a blood vessel.” Ranpo startles you out of your staring, and you turn with a glare at the older detective. “Im not eye fucking him. What are you even talking about?” Dazai jumps in rather halfheartedly. “I mean i could understand if you were eye fucking me, i am very handsome arent i.” You want to smack him. Instead you turn to your desk and resume your reports. Your mother always said violence was never the answer. 

But you’ve learned your lesson. From now on, you will do your best to avoid Dazai Osamu, lest you make a mistake you will regret.

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Over the next few days you learned something important. Avoiding Dazai Osamu proved to be an impossible task. Because for some reason, Kunikida insisted on putting the two of you together for missions. For reasons unknown he had somehow decided that the two of you worked fabulously well together and to pair you on every mission so forth. 

And honestly a You from a different day might actually agree. It actually made sense. You were a combat focused Gifted, and Dazai was not. You were hardworking and followed directions and Dazai did neither. You wouldn't wander off the flirt with every woman who looked his way and Dazai would. Although, for some reason his serial flirting had stopped recently, and you hoped it was done for good. 

But, the You of today, who wanted to avoid this man were being thwarted at every turn, by Kunikida of all people. You had bribed Ranpo silent, because you were certain he knew about The Dream™, with a limited edition cake you bribed off Kyouka. And you were sure that after you avoided Dazai for a while you would eventually forget about The Dream™ and this stupid crush you had developed. But you weren't even given that privilege, because after One Day™, of avoiding him you were promptly put together on every mission, be it a missing dog or an actual fight. It was like you were joined at the hip. 

And here you were today, joining Ranpo on a murder case because you were assigned to go with Ranpo and then Dazai had made a fuss and said he wanted to go because, and you're directly quoting here, ‘hot policewomen’. That boiled your blood for numerous reasons. So here you are, standing behind Ranpo as he argued with the police, glaring at the man beside you.

“Why are you mad anyway?” Dazai whisper hisses at you. You're standing in the lobby of the police office. Minuro happened to be out today, and the replacement police chief, Chief Sugawara, seemed oddly hesitant to let Ranpo solve the case. You side glare at him, whispering right back. “Why did you have to come? And all for some hot police women.” There aren't even any women present, for some reason. You guess they have better things to do than argue with a bunch of detectives. And you're all for women. You know how the saying goes, ‘women support women until women stop supporting women’ but you hate to admit your glad. You would really dislike watching Dazai flirt with another pretty woman. It would hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

It kept you up at night. Embarrassing thoughts like: ‘why doesn't he flirt with me, he flirts with them.’ soon arrived at: ‘i guess i'm not pretty enough to be flirted with.’ that just added to your growing insecurity with your looks. You hated that he had that power over you. You hated that you allowed him to have that power over you. 

(You see, reader, you were so deep down in your own delusions, that you missed the signs. The looks men, and women gave you. Looks of awe, even just stares of admiration. The flirting that you dismissed as pleasantries, even Dazai’s lingering stares and rather obvious feelings. But I put it in for story reasons so just bear it for now.)

And so, here you were, forced to stand against the wall of the police department, bored out of your mind and still a little too reminded of The Dream™, because for some reason, you had been plagued by wet dreams for a few days now. And it was odd, while the first one seemed(as embarrassing as it was) thoroughly of your own creation, the others started not resembling anything you would like. Also, last night Dazai had been replaced by some guy you didn't even know? And the night before that it was the President. Now, the President was a handsome man, sure, but you had never even thought of him that way in passing, so something odd was going on for sure. 

And then, the Armed Detective Agency had received today's job. A request that stood out to you as soon as you read it. Apparently, people were dying mysteriously in the middle of the night. And, you're literally never going to believe this, apparently most of them had reported Wet Dreams the nights before to their close friends. So yeah, you had quickly volunteered. Strangely enough, a few people in the detective Agency, namely Atsushi and Naomi, had reported strange dreams.(Atsushi with extremely flushed cheeks and Naomi with, ehem, interesting details about finding it strange that the dream wasn't about her brother. Atsushi hadn’t mentioned anyone, but had said there were a few different people.)

Ranpo had been specifically requested, and the police dept had asked for a combat oriented Gifted, and so here you are. But Dazai had insisted on going along, for reasons unknown. Minoru had been the requester, but when you had arrived a worried police officer had quickly informed you that Minoru was out and Chief Sugawara didn't want ‘some private eye’ taking charge of the case. You wondered, for the thousandths time, why most police officers had a similar outtake on this. You assumed pride. 

You hear Ranpo’s prideful laughter, and he joins you with Chief Sugawara. You assume he’s done proving his worth, anyway. 

“So, how’d it go? We on the job?” You retuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Ranpo nods. “Oh course, Chief Sugawara came to realize that he was better off with a master detective on this job, and happily succeeded the case to me.” 

Chief Sugawara, a grumpy looking man in his mid forties, sighs. “I wouldn't say happily, but this cast has been bothering us, so we’ll welcome your help.” He starts walking down the hallway, and you and Dazai follow him and Ranpo into a small room. It's an odd room, almost empty with a small cot in the corner and a chair beside it. Windows stream sunlight into the room. The door shuts behind Chief Sugawara with a resounding slam. 

“So, I already know who the guy is, but I got some bad news.” Ranpo leans against the wall, unwrapping a lollipop he pulled from god knows where. “His ability allows him to infiltrate dreams and take any form. He then extracts sexual energy and kills them.” 

“Ok…” Dazai draws out the word. “So let's get the dude.”

“We can't.” Chief Sugawara jumps in, letting out a long suffering sigh. “He doesn't actually have a physical form anymore. He’s dead.” 

Confused silence falls. Ranpo sighs. “I'll elaborate for your poor minds. The man actually died a couple years ago. But his ability allows him to live on in the population's consciousness.” Ranpo says. “And he thinks that if he extracts enough life energy he can have a body again. He’s essentially living on through his ability right now.” 

“Ok, so how do we get him?” You have a feeling you know, but you ask anyway in case you're actually wrong. Ranpo smirks, and in that moment you know that your hunch was right. 

“Remember how earlier at the meeting you said that you’ve been having weird dreams as well?” You nod, avoiding Dazai’s eyes. “Well, it's obvious you're his next target. So, the plan is that you go to sleep and as soon as he arrives Dazai will neutralize the ability, therefore ‘killing’ it.” 

Yep, you knew it. You sigh. As much as you really, really, really don't want to do this, it seems like a good plan. Just embarrassing. Chief Sugawara runs a hand through his messy brown hair. “So Miss, are you willing to do this for us? You are definitely not required to.” 

You nod, sitting down on the cot with a weary, weary, sigh. “Yeah, I'll do it.” A rare smile makes its way across Chief Sugawara’s face, and he hands you a small pill. “A sleeping pill.” He says, as Ranpo begins to drag him out of the room. 

“Wait Ranpo, how will Dazai know when to neutralize it.” Ranpo smirks, pushing Chief Sugawara out of the door. “Oh, he’ll know. And Name? Tell him to take another form, maybe the President again, and not your crush ok? No distractions.” And with that he leaves, slamming the door behind you. You are left alone, with Dazai. You swallow the pill with the water they gave you in relative awkward silence. Dazai pulls the chair up beside the cot, a weird smile painted across his face. 

“So, name, I hear you have a crush?” You really can't believe you're here, having a discussion with your crush about your crush. You sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It's embarrassing.” You grimace that makes its way across his face as you lay down, but his face is back to a smile as you feel your vision waver. 

“Dazai?” You say before you slip away. “Yes, Bella?” 

“Don't leave me alone please.” He smiles. “I won't Belladonna.”

‘He called me Belladonna.’ Is the last thought you have before you slip away. 

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The scene you step into is familiar. The Armed Detective Agency office. Its evening, golden hour light slides through the windows, painting the floor with sunset colores. And, waiting for you with open arms is, of course, the President. You should just wait for Dazai to get rid of him, but you really want to see the limits of his ability. You hatch a mischievous plan. The Not President shoots you a very out of character smirk. “Ready for some of that good good lovin’ babygirl?” You almost choke. 

“I dont want to fuck the President.” You say, sitting down on the edge of someone’s desk. “I don't even have a crush on him, why would you choose him?”

The Not President shrugs. “He’s hot, and subconsciously you would totally fuck him. But whatever.” the figure shifts and morphs, and another familiar figure is standing before you. “Ranpo? Really?” 

“Fine” The scenery changes now, and you're in an unfamiliar office with a familiar 5 ‘3 redhead standing before you.

“Nope. I dont like short men.”

Not Chuuya shrugs. “You sure Darlin? All his height went somewhere else…”

“No.” 

“Fine, your call.” A flash, and you're in another office. You shake your head. 

“Definitely not Mori.”

The scenery shifts again, and you're floating in an odd golden ball with only a bed. A man is standing before you. He looks a little like Mori’s long lost cousin. 

You sigh. “I don't even know this guy.”

“And?” The man’s voice is accented, russian maybe.

“Just change it, it's my dream.”

The scenery shifts again, and now you're in the very room you're sleeping in right now. And advancing towards you, because of course, is Dazai.

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You look pretty while you're sleeping. And you're not moving, and that means you're not avoiding him. Dazai hates that you’re avoiding him, and you're also apparently having sex dreams about the president, while all of his dreams have been plagued by you in various states of undress for a long time. But, Dazai can admit the dream guy is obviously not affecting him, all of his dreams are clearly of his own creation, and not constant. 

You've plagued his dreams for a while now, ever since he realizes he had a small(massive) crush on you. In the beginning those dreams were innocent. You would hold his hand, tell him you loved him and maybe plant a kiss chaste kiss on his lips. But then, the Armed Detective Agency took a small vacation to the beach, for some reason.

He spent that day throwing sand at Kunikida and spending an unhealthy amount of time staring at you in that stupid skimpy bathing suite. It was truly a blessing and a curse because while he gotta see it, so did every other person on the beach that day. That night, the first of the dreams came. You, riding him in the very swimsuit on an empty beach, looking radiant and devastating a top him. He woke up guilty and hard that morning, and decided to take a long, cold, shower instead of dealing with it himself, because again, he was a little guilty. That had been the first of many, many dirty dreams. 

But of course you're apparently spending your sex dreams with the president instead of him, because life is unfair. And Dazai knows deep down that he doesnt deserve you, he knows that very well, but he still hopes. And hope is a cruel, unfair thing. 

You start twisting on the cot, your lips parting in something like a whimper. Dazai stands at attention, waiting for some kind of sign for him to use No Longer Human. But then, the moans start. 

Dazai almost chokes, gripping the side of the chair tightly because of course you would moan, and of corse Ranpo decided to subject him to this devine torture. And of course he decided to throw a fit today to come with you because he loved you and he didn't want you to avoid him anymore. Because now, he knows what your moans sound like. He’s never going to be able to look at you the same again. And now he has more wet dream fodder, like he needed anymore. 

“Oh, oh feels so good~” 

He’s going to die, he’s hard. He’s going to hell. He’s going to burn in hell and all because he’s a horn dog.

“Mmm, so, so good.” 

You're twisting in bed, and Dazai wonders if he should use No Longer Human. He probably should, right? 

“So good Osamu, treat me so good~” Dazai chokes. And grips your hand, activating No Longer Human. His mind is in shambles as the moans stop, because you just said his name.

And then one more fatal sentence escapes your mouth. “No, don't go ‘samu. I love you.” And then, you open your eyes.

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It's late by the time you and Dazai start walking back home. After you had woken up the station had been abuzz with activity. You had been made to submit a mission report, reporting on what had happened in the dream world. Well most of it anyway. And Dazai is yanked away from you for other reports. It had been odd, honestly. When you had woken up he had been holding your hand, the light of No Longer Human still fading around you, with a shell shocked expression carved across his face.

The man of the hour clears his throat as you arrive as the Agency dorms, stopping you before as you unlock your door. 

“Um, Name.” He looks uncharacteristically unsure, like he’s weighing his words. “I have something to tell you.” 

You nod, fiddling with your keys. “What's up?” He’s wringing his hands, and this is all very strange and out of character. He clears his throat again.

“Well, I was wondering if you might want to go out to dinner with me.” 

You frown. “With the Agency? You should ask Kunikida, he’s in charge of scheduling and stuff like that, not me.”

“No.” Dazai looks almost timid. “As a date. I like–no, I love you.”

You drop your keys in shock. “What? Is this a joke? Because it's not funny.”

“No.” 

You shake your head, pinching yourself subtly. You literally have to be still dreaming now. But no, it hurts a lot. Dazai is still standing before you, trying to hide that unsure look with his usual smirk of confidence. It's failing, miserably.

“So, do you want to? Because i can understand if you don't, i—

You shut him up with a kiss. “Yes, I'd love to.” You say when you finally pull away. Still gripping his cheeks between your hands. Dazai smiles, a real genuine smile and dives back for another kiss.

End Notes: Dazai is a dramatic whore. He talks like me. Definitely a former theater kid right there. Also at some point in this fic i start drastically overusing the trademark™ sign, and i love it and it's so fun. Also the cloud ☁ emoji is so cute.

#bungou stray dogs #mariannacrxss #kinktober 2023 #bsd smut #helplesslypurple77kinktober #kinktober #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai smut #dazai x reader

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miles morales x you headcanons

— 1610!miles x gn!reader (friends to lovers)

warnings: just fluff lol (miles is a dork)

note: normal spider-man au, a little tiny bit long. v self indulgent and oddly specific but i tried to keep them in character + inclusive 😭 wrote this at 3am, somewhat edited

For context, you were Miles' first real friend at Brooklyn Visions. You kept running into each other, and he had a strong liking to you after you helped him escape the wrath of the hall monitors without question. Becoming fast friends, Miles is quickly involved in every part of your life at the academy, and he even more quickly develops a crush on you. Luckily for you, he completely forgets about the shoulder touch. The man has no game when he's around you, his best friend, though it's not like he needs to.

Miles draws you a lot, to the point where it's almost obsessive. You're in his sketchbook, class notes, a loose scribble on the back of a receipt. You have your hair different one day and he scrambles to capture it somewhere without you noticing. He has it down to a science, and he tries to convince himself it's absolutely normal to be able to draw you perfectly from memory.

When you find out, he wants a portal to open up and swallow him whole. It's more endearing than anything, though. It's not like you haven't been stealing glances of his portraits in the middle of class anyway.

You may or may not tease him relentlessly about it, but eventually, you get comfortable whenever he slips out his favourite pencil and you pretend not to catch his subtle, studying glances.

Miles loves his headphones, sure. He begged his mom to get them for him ages ago, promising he'd put them to good use. They're basically glued to his ears, that is, unless he's talking to you. He always takes them off, listening intently to whatever you have to say, even if you're making small talk or just saying hi.

Sharing music with you is always at the back of his mind until he finally caves and buys a pair of wired earphones. It becomes routine to listen to something together whenever you hang out, pulled a little closer to each other by the wire playing Sunflower between you.

And yes, he made you a playlist. He's definitely embarrassed about it at first, and listens to it a number of times beforehand to make sure you'd like it. It's full of songs that make him think of you and ones you expressed interest in. He's definitely overthought it, but it's worth your reaction and seeing the Spotify like count increase to one. He listens to it more than you do, though.

Miles is nervous about telling his mom about you. About the both of you. Yeah, he's already told her every detail of you and your life, but he's scared of what she'd think of meeting you in person; it's not like she's hyperaware of the boy she's known for all his life suddenly changing when you're brought up, right? Rio is definitely a mama bear, even if Miles gets the brunt of it sometimes, but when he brings you over for the first time you feel more than welcome. Miles' mom and dad are constantly whispering to each other during dinner trying to make you feel comfortable, and you catching one of Rio's half-scowls at her husband when he asks a stupid question. Either way, there are hugs and kisses at the door, and you leave with your heart and your stomach full. They might just be your new parents. (Maybe in the future?)

Miles definitely helps you with school when he can, especially with more technical subjects. He always drops everything when you message him with a math problem or right before your science finals. He's up on call with you til the sun's up, the both of you questioning your sanity and basic reason when it's really just an excuse to spend time with each other (though the circumstances are unideal.) You send him your English essay to read over one day and he painstakingly looks through it to find things to compliment you on; he has no idea what you're talking about.

And calls with you are one of his guilty pleasures. When he's sure Ganke's not paying attention or his mom's checked his room for the last time, he drops you a hopeful message. You're tired, but you find yourself justifying each time you call until 3 in the morning, talking about the same couple of things. He likes hearing about your day, where you've been, what hilarious or strange thing happened in your classes. He likes hearing your voice most of all; it's even more comforting when it's muffled by sleep and your thoughts come out in jumbled repetitions of the same thing. One day, you fall asleep on call. Miles doesn't bother to decline it, pulling his blanket over him and letting his eyes close to the sound of your breathing.

When the two of you actually get together, he's even more nervous than he was bringing you over for the first time. His brain short-circuits when you say you like him back, and he just says "yeah" or nods to everything you say. He can't believe you like him. Outside of being Spider-Man, he's a bit of a nobody (he just likes keeping to himself). Not to you, though. You're his only other friend besides Ganke (more like the sneaker thief) at Brooklyn Visions, and now he's yours. Despite the ample advice from his uncle, he misses your first kiss. (You try again after a lot of laughter and it's all okay when he gets used to it.)

But... he might be getting too used to it. In fact, now that he knows you're okay with the scary concept of kissing, he's always holding your hand, brushing away strands of your hair, even just holding onto your sleeve by his fingertips. Miles always steals kisses, especially before he runs off to his class on the other side of the academy (he insists on walking you to yours. Yes, he's been late multiple times.) You swear you'll get him back for those one-sided kisses, but the debt piles up, and you eventually get used to it too.

When he hasn't seen you in a while (after slinking off for his friendly neighborhood duties), he pulls you into the most enveloping, bone-crushing hug. His head is pressed into your shoulder and arms almost double-wrapped around your torso like he hasn't seen you in years. It feels like he could pick you up, no matter how much you insist he'll never be able to lift you. It gives you a strange sense of security, and you never question why someone of his stature could probably throw you like a tennis ball.

Though, when you do manage to show him affection before he slips away, he totally melts at your touch. It's like his crush forms all over again, like it's your first kiss all over again. You like to bombard him with love just to see him go quiet and flustered and hear that very specific laugh he's had since his crush formed. He likes having you close, no matter what you're doing. Even if you're both on your phones, he always lets you lean against him or has an arm around you. When you catch him off guard with a little peck on the face, you notice him frantically looking through his home screen like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

You'll get him back one day. Until then, you'll chase him around the whole of Brooklyn if you have to. He's happy to be caught, even happier to be your boyfriend. Maybe one day he'll even give you his drawings of you. Or his entire sketchbook, it's basically all just you. Recently, it's been made up of your smiles. Maybe he'll just keep the sketchbook for himself.

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[ghouljams]

Does Liebling ever get possessive or jealous if people flirt with Konig? Maybe of other fae or seers?

The short answer is yes absolutely, but the long answer is König makes sure she knows they aren’t threats, by getting rid of them.

You always wonder what other people must see, or not see, when they look at König. You know roughly how his hood works, the slippery feeling of not being able to quite look at it, but surely someone sees something. They must, the way he draws attention. You can’t walk down the street without someone staring at him, and it’s sort of fun to know people are scared of the menacing figure that follows you. It’s a lot less fun when he’s noticed for other reasons. 

Reasons like now, when you sidestep a woman who purposely bumps into König. He stops, and blinks down at her. As surprised as you that a human is going out of their way to notice him let alone interact with him. You’ve been told that some people are too magically inert for obscura to work on, just seeing whatever human shapes their brain wants to fill in. You assume it’s related to intelligence, the way she bats her lashes at a man that’s so clearly with someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” The woman touches his arm, and you can see a shiver go through the obscura. You roll your eyes, you've always thought this song and dance was sort of demeaning.

"It's alright," König tells her, attempting to step away. The woman keeps her hand on his arm, squeezes his bicep.

"Oh my god, is that your muscle? You must be super strong." She strokes a hand down his arm, König's eyes dart to yours. You raise your brows, and give a quiet 'wow'.

"I am," he nods. The woman coos over your boyfriend, measuring her hand against his and running the gamut of flirting techniques. König doesn’t seem eager to tell her to fuck off, which is bothering you more than you thought it would. He almost seems curious as to what she’ll try next, studying her movements and reactions.

You aren’t really the jealous type, or you didn’t think you were, but you’re getting agitated standing around waiting for this woman to… fuck, notice you? She must know you’re standing right there.

“Excuse me,” You cut in, the woman glances at you, and continues talking to König. You feel your brain stutter, overloaded with the sheer amount of question marks that it conjures. You have never been so thoroughly or efficiently brushed off.

You know what? You don’t have to stand here and wait for your dumbass boyfriend to turn her down. You’re out, you’re gone, you are going home. König can show up when he’s done with whatever the fuck he’s doing. Maybe he’ll follow her home and be out of your hair for a while. Stupid bastard.

You turn and stalk down the street, resuming your walk home. You don’t know why you stuck around so long, but the next time this happens you’re leaving him high and dry.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” König sighs, looking over her head at your storming off.

“What’s too bad?” The woman asks, clearly thrown by the immediate loss of interest from König.

“You’ve upset my, hm,” He thinks for a moment how to quantify his relationship with you, future wife? Beloved? Pet? He supposes you call him your boyfriend, it’ll have to do. “My girlfriend,” He finishes.

“What? She doesn’t trust you?” The woman purrs, obviously trying to say something. König isn’t particularly interested in whatever game she thinks she’s playing.

“No,” König wraps a hand around her throat, the lustful surprise in her eyes turning to terror as his grip tightens and he lifts her off her feet, “but not for the reasons you think.”

He squeezes hard, let's his teeth bleed through his hood, to call him threatening would be an understatement. This isn't a threat, this is a period on the end of a promise. The woman's voice dies on her crushed larynx, her hands scrambling against his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It's really too bad she'd stuck around so long trying to get his attention. Well she had it now, whether she wanted it or not. Her feet kick out at him, trying to land a blow with the last bit of fight pumping through her blood. König can smell it, hear it, her blood rushing through her veins, fear tainting the meat. Heart, lungs, liver, so many snacks, so little time.

You're walking further away from him every second he spends squeezing the life out of this stupid person. He'll cut the thrill short. His claws sharpen and drag, digging into the woman's neck before he tugs sharply, ripping the carotid and severing the windpipe. The twitching. Hm. He should've severed the spinal column, he hates the twitching.

König crouches next to the soon-to-be-corpse and drags his tongue over his teeth for the corpse’s viewing pleasure, her eyes wide and fearful in the last seconds before death. He likes killing the humans that can’t see him properly. There’s always that wonderful moment at the end when they realize the world holds horrors they’d never imagined, a sickening pallor comes over them every time, and sweetens the meat.

Humming, he makes a neat Y incision, and pulls free the pieces he wants. Heart, lungs, he eats the liver as he catalogues what else might be good. He can't exactly take it to go, but he doesn't want to leave you to sulk too long. König feels his spines twitch in the cool evening air, his claws clicking as he spears kidneys to pop in his mouth. You're going to be upset anyway he may as well finish his meal.

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GOD DAYUM

So the part 5 thing huh? Welp IT'S GOOD I LOVE IT

Because X is my blorbo I just wanted to point out some things here

MMMMMMMM HE HAS LONG HAIR??? I mean *looks at my posts* long hair fits him absolutely [Still not sure if he has long hair or not but looks like he has his hair tied in a ponytail or in a bun, I don't know it just looks like it on the second image]

[oh and also he called him "Doc" again, instead of Docm which I don't know what could mean in this situation yet, but one day it'll probably make sense as we get more parts]

This Etho right here looks either terrified or confused, and I think it's because

X is going to go absolutely crazy and he's scared that X is now in control [based on the "you dropped your crown king'' caption that might refer to Etho who isn't the attacker anymore but could also refer to Xisuma which I'll explain later]

or

2. He finally snapped back into his senses

or

3. he sees X without his helmet for the first time and his good 'ol computer brain is like '??????? Who tf is that"

"you dropped your crown king" could also refer to X as his helmet got destroyed in process [being the crown] and from what I know, we don't know the reason for why X wears helmet in this AU. The most popular headcannon for his armour and helmet is that he's a voidwalker and can't breathe in the overworld, we don't know if it's a thing in this AU but if it is that could mean that now he's powerless, he "dropped his crown" - he became weaker, powerless against his enemy. Also Doc looks kinda scared, or maybe just surprised after seeing X's face for probably first time. [if he's scared, then he's probably aware of Xisuma's condition when it comes to air]

NESTLE CRUNCH

But also poor Doc he looks horrified

ALSO

*looking for lore through old posts* huh these seem familiar... WAIT

AND THE DATE THOSE WERE POSTED

[it's in Polish sorry, but it says 13th October]

SO THE COMIC HAS BEEN SKETCHED OUT SO EARLY?? Damn those really take long to do, I mean I was aware of that fact but It's been like 3 months since those sneak peeks have been posted and WOW THAT'S A WHOLE LOT OF MOTIVATION YOU HAVE HERE SHEP

[also only now noticed how in this panel Etho's body sketch is red as a sign that he's the danger in Doc's eyes and Xisuma's is green/blue. Oh and in the first sketch X didn't have his hair visible in the visor hee hee ]

So yes, loved it, even if there were only 3 images I still think it's amazing ! We got to see your Xisuma a bit [he- he handsome -makes big eyes]

Sorry for the long ask again!! just!! excited!!

Now I'm going into my drawing cave as I'm full of inspiration already bye bye <333

(also also to reiterate, I have no idea how long part 6 will take since I just kinda have rough storyboarding for the rest of the comic, and classes just started up again— this is my exhibition semester so most of my drawing energy will be prioritized for my grad gallery… we will wait to see how much energy I have left by the day for destruction :3)

ALSO ALSO ALSO! “You dropped your crown king” was absolutely me trying to find a silly caption for what’s supposed to be a serious/dramatic part of the story while also referencing the fact that Xisuma’s helmet shattered/fell off— there are many conspiracies and clues to be had here but I just wanted to clarify that that line is not one of them SFKDFGHJ

I will therefore also not directly respond to anything else being discussed here BUT thank you as always for sharing your theories and analysis!! It always makes my day >:D

#LOVE IT #dbhc ask #1-marigold-1 #ask #dbhc xisuma #dbhc doc #destruction #dbhc etho #the shepherd #my sona #art escapades

[sebsbarnes]

Hi there!

I first of all wanted to start off by saying that I’m absolutely obsessed with your work- it’s amazing!!

Secondly, I was wondering if I could make a request?

Can I request a tangerine x reader where they’re out at a bar or something and there’s this guy being really pervy and creepy and just won’t leave her alone?

Obviously the reader can handle herself but they just got back from a long and tiring mission, and she quite honestly doesn’t have the energy.

So of course tan comes to the rescue 🤭🤭

I hope this is okay, and if not please feel free to ignore this!!

Have a wonderful day love and don’t forget to drink lots of water <33

heey!! i really appreciate the kind words, it keeps me going! i hope you've had a good day/night and if not tm will be better! and i hope u enjoy this!

bar fight || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

warnings: harassment, fighting

word count: 1.6k+

masterlist

a/n: im drawing inspo from something that happened to me one time at a bar which will be the reason tan steps in here but of course tangerine was not there to save me although that would've been lovely

"just one pint! two, two! i swear and then we all can leave," lemon pleaded, "we can leave the second i finish it. i'll even take the last sip on the way out the door," he tried enticing you, rubbing his shoulder up and down against yours.

"i reek, lemon. and tangerine looks like he nose dived into green and purple paint," you grimaced slightly at the bruises forming on tan's face.

lemon grabbed your wrist dragging you closer to the bar doors, "is it even a real bar if at least ten people don't smell awful and your shoes don't stick to the floor?"

the color of your eyes disappeared into the back of your head, "let's go."

lemon did a little victory dance before swinging the door open which tangerine held for you to walk in. the fatigue was riddled on both of your faces. the three of you had just gotten back into town after a long and very successful mission. you were all for celebrating but tonight you'd rather celebrate with a burning hot shower.

"you 'right by yourself? i'm going to head to the balcony for a few," tangerine asked, waving his pack of cigarettes in the air.

"yeah go for it, i'll manage," you replied. tangerine gave you a small nod before turning his back and sliding outside.

the inside of the bar was packed and you were shuffling around with your shoulders pulled in to try and avoid hitting people. it was loud, smelly, and yes, the floors were grossly sticky. it only annoyed you more, but, you tried having a positive attitude about it. 'two drinks' is all you kept telling yourself. after what felt like years you made it to the bar. you were sandwiched against a girl with blonde hair and a guy who weaseled his way in between you and an older gentleman. you could feel his eyes burning holes in the side of your head and the last thing you wanted to do was look over, but, it was becoming too much.

"hi!" he nearly yelled as you glanced over quickly.

"hey," you said curtly, bringing your lips into a straight line.

"i'm craig. what's your name?" he asked leaning in closer to you. you gave him your name, refusing to look back at him as you felt his eyes examine you. the drink you ordered appeared in front of you and you scribbled your name on the receipt.

"what's that you're drinking?" craig asked but you pretended not to hear him as you slinked into the crowd, hoping to lose him.

it worked for a while, you found some space near a wall to stand. there was a group of girls next to you singing loudly and dancing around. you couldn't lie and say it wasn't infectious as one of the drunk girls grabbed your hand and started dancing with you, which of course you joined in. it was fun and it kept your mind off how tired your body was.

"thought i lost you there!" you flinched away, startled, by craig's nervous laughter beside you. you looked down at the man who stood inches below you and gave him an award-winning fake smile.

"you're very pretty," he said puffing his chest out slightly.

"thanks."

"you don't talk much, eh? is it because you're nervous around me?" craig asked his eyes looking down at your legs.

"just tired!" you exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, gulping down the tequila in your cup.

"you seem a bit lonely, are you by yourself tonight?" he persisted, inching closer to you with each word despite you stepping to the side each time.

"nope!" you retorted, popping the 'p' and turning to find the bathroom.

you stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes and finished your drink. the eyebags seemed to protrude out of your face as you examined them in the mirror. now, lemon had to almost be done with his drinks. that man can pound drinks back. so, with high hopes you left the bathroom to go find a seat at the bar and wait until lemon found or texted you or hopefully tangerine was done smoking.

there was a vacant stool in the dead center which you jumped on. your elbow rested against the bar, head in hand, absentmindedly watching the tv in the corner. it was a boxing match that you had zero interest in but it provided enough entertainment. you shut your eyes tight as you felt the familiar, unwelcomed, presence over your shoulder.

"look, i think you are really pretty. hotter than anyone else here and look at me. any girl would want me and the fact you're trying to play hard to get is starting to really piss me off," craig ranted but you refused to turn your head and pretended like the noise of the bar drowned his voice out.

"you're right, i'm sorry. that was rude of me, i apologize. i just noticed you the moment you walked into the bar and i needed to talk to you. you're really beautiful and i know i'd treat you right. whoever you're dating must not be treating you right because i can feel that you want me."

tangerine blew out one last cloud of smoke and tossed his cigarette into the ashtray. it was far more peaceful outside but he knew he had to go in and find lemon, who he knew was more than two drinks in and probably friends with ten more people. tangerine opened the door back into the bar and scanned the room. that's when he saw a man with his hand on your throat.

you ignored craig's presence until you no longer could. he was silent for a few moments after his rant. suddenly, you saw a hand snake into your field of vision and you felt his hand pressing firmly against your throat. you were shocked for a moment before realizing what was going on. craig's thumb and middle finger were applying harsh pressure to your throat making it hard to breathe. then, you felt the pressure shift in his hand from choking to pushing. craig pulled you to the ground by your throat, your body flying backward off the stool and slamming into the floor.

you saw a figure jump over your body and loud commotion next to you but you were too disorientated at the moment from the wind being knocked out of you. one of the bartenders leaped over the bar and pulled you up and shielded you from the commotion. that's when you realized it was tangerine who had hopped over and started beating craig to the floor. it was like a scene straight out of the boxing match you were just watching. tangerine towered over craig in height and build and the anger in his face was terrifying.

tangerine was throwing the smaller man across the bar with punches. he'd punch craig in the face to which he stumbled and then tangerine would trip him. his body would fall to the ground and tangerine would pick him up by the shirt before launching him into the now vacant stools.

"please!" craig pleaded, blood running from his eyebrow. tangerine grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the bar.

"you like hurting women? huh?" he screamed, "you think you're so tough, look at you now! fuckin' pathetic piece of shit. what? it's not fun being picked on and harassed?"

tangerine was raging. his face and chest were red with anger and the vein in his forehead pulsated. he had wild eyes similar to when he was on a mission. you watched as he slipped his hand into his pants pocket, slipping on his brass knuckles. before he was able to crush the bastard's nose lemon swooped in from behind and grabbed tangerine's bicep. the bouncers from outside grabbed craig by the neck of his shirt and kicked his bloody body out of the bar. lemon's hands were on tangerine's shoulders trying to calm his brother down. finally, tangerine's chest rose and fell at a normal pace and he turned his head and noticed you. lemon released his shoulders letting him walk to you.

tangerine cupped your face and craned his neck down a bit, "are you alright love?"

you laughed slightly uncomfortable that a big scene was made because of you, "yeah... just shocked really."

"did he hurt you in any other way?" he asked with softness.

"no. no... i didn't think it would turn into that. he had been bothering me the whole time i should've been more forceful but i was just too tired to really care," you sighed.

"no," tangerine said sternly, now eye level with you, "none of this is your fault, okay? that prick should know better than to continue to harass someone who is clearly not accepting their advances. and the fact he fuckin' put his hands on you. fuck i'll..." tangerine gritted his teeth now standing upright and looking towards the door craig was kicked out of.

"tan! no. you getting arrested is not worth it. i'm okay, okay? he got what he deserved and i really don't want to be here any longer," you pleaded, grabbing onto his forearm to force him to look at you.

tangerine caressed your head, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. tangerine guided you outside and when the door shut he pulled you into a tight but gentle hug, mindful of your back.

"i'm so fuckin' sorry love. i should've stayed with you the whole night," he whispered into your hair.

you pulled back from the hug, "mmm no, hey, hey- that's not what we are going to do. you have nothing to be sorry for and i'm thankful for you and not just now when you beat dickheads up for me, but always."

#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x oc #tangerine x you #tangerine imagine #tangerine imagines #tangerine bullet train imagine #tangerine fic #tangerine fanfic #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine bullet train fanfic #tangerine fluff #tangerine angst #tangerine blurb #tangerine headcannon #tangerine oneshot #bullet train imagine #bullet train fanfic #bullet train oneshot #bullet train x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson imagine #aaron taylor johnson x reader #tangerine headcanon #sebsbarnes

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

They’ve suspended Matt Hancock for going on I’m a celeb. Thoughts?

YEAH THEY HAVE

Okay so for those just joining us let me explain this latest dance segment in the clown show

So during the Pandemic, back in the days of Big Dog the Clown being our Prime Minister and encouraging us all to go out and catch COVID because he thought that would make us all stronger, our Health Secretary was a terrifyingly incompetent humanoid blancmange called Matt Hancock. As with all of BlowJo's Cabinet, Matt got the job because he was absolutely fucking terrible at everything except being an oily sycophant. Imagine, if you will, they looked around the circus and saw, not even a clown, but one of the freaks in the freak show; not because he even fit the profile for 'circus freak', but because all he had to do was sit there and guard the bin or something equally useless, and that was all he could achieve (for about 71% of the time, and he would otherwise get distracted by candy floss, which he would try to eat by ramming it into his own nostrils and then get into a muddle and cry); and then imagine that guy is who they selected to be in charge of safety for the acrobat show, and called him Chief Safety Clown.

This guy.

So obviously Britain immediately generated one of the worst covid mortality rates on the planet.

But he didn't stay in position too long, because in the summer of 2021, he broke his own lockdown rules by, yes you guessed it, having a greasy affair with an aide in his Downing Street office and taking her on taxpayer-funded dates. And obviously, that was a big problem because the public were super furious with politicians breaking the lockdown rules, so Boris Johnson did the sensible thing and fired him LMAO LOL ROFL I'm sorry I can't keep a straight face, Boris Johnson said it was completely fine and he could stay.

But uh. Matt Hancock decided a lynch mob was not a scenario he'd planned for, so he resigned, and bumbling ham Sajid Javid took over instead.

So, that explains who he is. Now, his signature move is basically to just fellate whichever ringmaster will give him a job, because as you may have guessed, he certainly is not capable of getting a job otherwise, other than guarding the bin. So as the latest ringmaster auditions began, he immediately set about making little "Rishi is the Greatest Briton" badges and generally doing a really good imitation of Nadine Dorries, except for Sunak instead of Johnson.

...which didn't work because Rishi Sunak passed him up for a job entirely lol

So as far as I can see I think Matt Hancock has finally realised that the only reason he was given a job was because Boris gave him one for doing good cheering. I think he's actually spotted that no one else even likes him, because he's greasy and disgusting and also killed loads of people. So if he wants to get back into politics - or indeed if he wants to move from there into the lucrative world of after dinner speaking - he needs to build his public profile as someone who is likeable and doesn't kill a chunk of the country and doesn't have grubby wandering hands like moist prehensile plums.

So, he decided to go on I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.

(???!?!?????)

Except the thing is, "being an MP" is actually a job, and you are actually expected to pretend to do that job. I don't know how anyone else's jobs work, Tumblrs, but I personally am not allowed to just... go to Australia for three weeks without taking any annual leave and abandon the office, and also get paid to do so while still drawing my salary. And it turns out nor are MPs.

His excuses so far are:

I can be an MP in the Australian outback, I'm going to talk about dyslexia so really I'll still be working

I don't think I can work in politics for much longer because I'm bad at guarding the bin and Rishi won't let me do anything else even though I said his hair looks nice :(

Let's see how this is going down!

Oh to have a job where you can decide for yourself you're taking a month off, abandon your work and responsibilities, get paid shedloads and face little consequence. I'm sure he'll be an inspiration to other public servants

-Dave Penman, general secretary of the FDA union which represents senior civil servants

The prime minister believes that at a challenging time for the country, MPs should be working hard for their constituents, whether that's in the house or indeed in their constituencies.

-Rishi Sunak's spokesperson

Matt Hancock isn’t a ‘celebrity’, he’s the former health secretary who oversaw the UK having one of the highest death tolls in the world from Covid-19 while breaking his own lockdown rules. The fact that he is trying to cash in on his terrible legacy, rather than showing some humility or seeking to reflect on the appalling consequences of his time in government, says it all about the sort of person he is.

-Lobby Akinnola, from the Covid-19 Bereaved Families for Justice campaign

Following a conversation with Matt Hancock, I have considered the situation and believe this is a matter serious enough to warrant suspension of the whip with immediate effect

-Conservative chief whip, Simon Hart

I’m looking forward to him eating a kangaroo’s penis. You can quote me on that.

-Deputy chair of the West Suffolk Conservative Association, Andy Drummond

So there we have it, folks! It's going super well!!!!

But having the whip suspended means "expelled from the party until the matter is resolved", which means he is, as of now, no longer a Tory - he's an Independent. I imagine his constituents are delighted.

#politik #asks

[vampcubus]

your ralph headcannons are my kryptonite, i love them so much. Could you do kiss head cannons with ralph or connor? pretty please !

a/n: why not… BOTH. on my knees begging for forgiveness it’s been months I’m so sorry, I hope this is adequate!

also if y’all want more dbh characters for this prompt I’m game 👀 just ask

KISS HCS | ralph & connor

Ralph (WR600)

— a shy but enthusiastic kisser! the very first time you kiss him you think you did something wrong because he immediately starts to cry, but it’s happy tears I promise! You must forgive Ralph, he’s so easily overwhelmed by emotion.

— While Ralph definitely isn’t shy about asking for kisses after he’s grown used to it, he’s still the type to stare at your lips and get all flustered when you catch him looking. You can only grin and lean in extra close, lips a hair away from his before you ask him if he perhaps 👉👈 wants a kiss. And he always shudders, before muttering a “yes please.”

— honestly way too fucking cute, always gets what he wants from you- often with just a pitiful look.

— His favorite way to kiss you is softly, slowly, and sickeningly sweetly. The kind you pull away from and just stare at each other afterwards with that lovesick puppy look.

— Ralph will actually sob if you kiss over his scars.

— Kisses are 100% a part of his routine, a kiss hello and a kiss goodbye at the very least, and if you forget he will chase you out the door for his kiss he don’t play.

— And if you haven’t been smooching him as often he will overthink and assume he’s surely done something wrong to not deserve them. Imagine your surprise when you come home and he’s throwing himself at you, sobbing and begging you to tell him what he’s done wrong. And you cup his coolant-stained face and ask him what could possibly make him think you’re upset with him, he says “W-well you didn’t kiss me goodbye today and-“

— Please don’t skimp on smooches please he’s sensitive.

Connor (RK800)

— Connor might be a little obsessed with kissing, and you absolutely tease him about it.

— and he always says the most endearing shit in response like “I like kissing you 🥺” which is reason enough to marry this man on sight.

— The first time you kissed Connor you thought you broke him, because he was so still and just stared when you pulled away, as if in a trance. As if you’d just changed his whole world— and you did! His hands catch your face before it strays too far and his lips are on yours again. You don’t remember how long you spent on the roof kissing him in the pouring rain but you remember how breathless you felt walking back to your apartment that night, lips bruised and tingling.

— Your favorite part about kissing Connor has to be the longing look he gives you every time you pull away, more often than not his lips chase yours and drag you back into a vicious cycle of sharing spit in places you absolutely SHOULDN’T be sucking face. You’ve been told to get a room by Hank at too many crime scenes.

— You were never big on PDA before entering a relationship with Connor, but the android had a way of drawing you in and getting you into trouble way too easily. Too often you didn’t even remember who leaned in first, or what you were doing before he was sighing into your mouth and smiling against your lips.

— Connor is a big fan of tongue-kissing too, he really can’t help it. Mans is obsessed with tasting you. His tongue is a strange texture but it’s hardly a deterrent when you’ve got him pressed between your warm body and the wall of an alley and his hands are everywhere. Lightly tug his bottom lip between your teeth and he’s lost to the world, groaning out loud. It drives him crazy.

— He’s definitely partial to kissing your lips, but he’ll leave soft kisses to your forehead or the back of your shoulder when he passes by. Doesn’t realize he does it most of the time.

#dbh x reader #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #ralph dbh x reader #ralph x reader #ralph wr600 x reader #wr600 x reader #rk800 x reader #connor dbh x reader #dbh Headcanons #connor rk800 #ralph wr600 #detroit become human x reader #dbh ralph x reader #dbh connor x reader

[devils-dares]

Top of the Class

summary: you and matt could not be further from each other, he's unlike you in every way and you hate him for it, but something always draws the two of you back to each other.

pairing: college!matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, this is basically hate sex with a little softness at the end, semi-established relationship?? (they're enemies)

wordcount: 858

a/n: first smut whaaaat?

feedback is always appreciated!

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

The noise of his headboard hitting the wall did absolutely nothing to deter you from making even more noise, the pistoning of his hips stealing away any semblance of thought from you. His large forearms bracket your head, his lips mere inches from yours.

"How's it feel, huh? How's it feel being fucked 'by the likes of me'?" He uses your earlier words against you, having overheard a conversation between you and your friends.

You moan pathetically in response, nails dragging down his back to leave raised red tracks in their wake, he curses and drops his head, sucking marks into your skin.

"Did you finally realize you're nothing but a whore? Fucking around with all those prep boys yet you're sneaking into my room at night just to get a good fuckin’? Such a naughty girl." One of his hands leaves the support he has on the bed to hold your neck, squeezing just enough to limit your air intake and have that delicious emptiness in your brain become evermore delirious.

"Can't even fucking talk, hm? You gonna cum?" You nod, and he laughs at you, "Poor you, too bad. Hold it." You whine at his words but do as he says. You have no reason to, but his domineering position has you in literally and figuratively a chokehold, so you comply anyways.

He sits up, grabbing your thighs to push your legs over his shoulders. He gives you no warning but a little smirk and a dark chuckle before he resumes fucking you. He hits that spot, which annoyingly, only he can hit and you squeal.

"Don't hold back," he whispers, "I want everyone in this goddamned house to hear you scream.'' He starts thrusting harder, resulting in you and the bed being the loudest you possibly can.

"Matty, Matty, please," you say and he laughs at you again.

"What are you begging for, brat? Use your big girl words for a change, thought you were top of your class." You're afraid to request, however, feeling as though he'd make fun of you for what you wanted.

"Say what you want, whatever you wish I'll grant it." He says, and you're left wondering how he can exert so much energy yet have so much breath left to talk to you.

"Closer, pl-please." His hips stutter for half a second, and then he picks up the pace.

"Awh, you want me closer? Alright babybug." You hated when he called you petnames, but so long as he granted your wish, which he did, you didn't care.

"Gonna cum!" You squeal into his shoulder. He brings you impossibly closer to his body, and you can feel his abs flex with every thrust.

"Matty please," you beg, "can I cum?" He tuts at you.

"You're so far gone, aren't you, pretty girl? Yes, you can cum for me." He feels you tighten around him, grunting as you arch your back into him and practically scream his name. He fucks you through it, and only slows when he feels you squeezing his shoulder.

"Too much?" He asks softly, and you nod.

"I can stop, princess." You shake your head quickly.

"I want-" You have to take a breath to finish your statement, the aftershocks of your orgasm still washing over you, "want you to finish in me." He squeezes your hips and drops his head to your shoulder.

"Can't just say stuff like that, angel." You feel him tenderly resume his thrusts, groaning deeply into your neck as you squeeze around him.

You feel him throb inside of you, and if the tightening of his hands on your hips is anything to go by, he's close. You bring one of your hands up to his hair and give a gentle tug, coaxing him to "give it to me, Matty." He groans, and you feel him fill you up. You convince him to stay, his softening cock still tucked up inside of you while he lays his body weight on you.

"You alright?" He was always kind and gentle to you in the moments after, a stark contrast to your relationship outside the bedroom. You nod, feeling your eyes droop.

"I gotta go. Gonna fall asleep if I stay."

"Stay," he talks softly as if he were trying to lull you to dreamland, "I'll take care of you. Let me clean you up and dress you, I'll grab you a glass of water."

"You don't ha-"

"I'm offering, angel, let me." You nod and he does just as he says.

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The two of you lay in his bed, he's dressed in just boxers and you've thrown on panties and his shirt. Your ear is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat willing you to sleep.

"Thank you." You say sleepily.

"For?" He asks softly, hands running up and down your bare thighs.

"Letting me in."

"I'm not quite sure what that means, angel." But he won't get an answer, for you've fallen asleep on his chest. He vows to your sleeping figure that he won't move until you've woken, pressing a secret kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you too, angel."

#matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #college!matt murdock #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x fem!reader #marvel x female reader #daredevil smut #daredevil #dev writes

[mrskokushibo]

As close as it gets

Kokushibo x fem!curvy reader - NSFW

A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @mrstsugikuni ❤️❤️. Short, hot and romantic. Thanks babe. I absolutely loved your request (link). Hope this is smutty enough for you. Yours truly / Mrs Kokushibo 💞

Plot. As the new Upper Moon Two, you have reached the peak of your demon life. However, all of this means nothing if you can't have him...

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Titty fuck, Smut. 18+. Shall I say more?

Word count: 2108

Masterlist

Kokushibo never cared much for Douma, so when the news of his death reached the Inifinity Castle, his reaction was a mere sigh and a shrug. There has never been any hostility between them, just indifference from Kokushibo, who never truly approved of the young and talented demon. He did not see him as a warrior, despite Douma’s abilities and powers not being far from his own.

Muzan did not spare any time in appointing the new Upper Moon Two and when the news of your promotion reached you, your demon heart was nearly bursting with pride. This sudden advancement also meant something more. Finally getting the chance to get closer to Him…

You arrived at the induction dressed in a tight, specially tailored low-cut kimono, that enhanced your curvy figure. The desired effect was immediate with the predominantly male demons giving you hungry looks. You did not care for their attention, but you hoped that it would have an effect on that one person you so longed to finally meet.

Almost straight away, you spotted him standing in the far corner, ready to leave as soon as the formalities were over. He was looking your way, but it was as if he did not notice you. Your heart sank as what you wanted the most was most likely not there for you to have. And who were you kidding, he was married after all… So, after Muzan quickly and formally introduced you, the ceremony was over and you were assigned your missions and led to your new mansion.

Weeks passed by, when one morning a note was delivered:

‘Meet me at my training grounds. Tonight, straight after sunset. Signed: Kokushibo.’

When you saw the signature, your heart nearly stopped and butterflies lifted off in a sudden flutter in your belly. You quickly dismissed your excitement by the premonition that the main reason he wished to meet you, was to test your abilities as you, just like him, used a katana as your main weapon. Nevertheless, you decided to wear the same revealing outfit you wore to the induction. Just in case…

As the evening finally approached you teleported yourself to his mansion and were quickly led to the large training ground. And there he was, tall and imposing, with the six glowing eyes pointed in your direction. The fires around the court made the red streaks in his voluminous hair appear as if themselves lit on fire. A truly demonic and pompous apparition. You were a seasoned fighter and an old demon, just like him, but your legs barely carried you as you approached him.

‘Welcome Upper Rank Two.’

His voice carried across the courtyard like a warm-sounding bell, with a depth and roundness to the masculine tone that did nothing to help your already weak legs. You bowed deep in response and he gave you a quick shallow bow of acknowledgement.

‘I thought I would like to see what abilities my new next in line possessed. Are you ready for some sparring y/n?’

‘Yes, Kokushibo-sama. I am ready if you are. Of course.’

‘Good. Let us begin then, shall we? We will of course not use any blood demon art and I promise not to utilize my breathing technique. Katanas only. Understood?’

‘Yes, Kokushibo-sama.’ You bowed again and awaited his instructions.

He led you to the centre of the gravel courtyard and positioned himself at a good distance opposite of you. You bowed to each other, and as customary, began to close the distance by walking and drawing your katanas in the traditional samurai iaido manner. And soon the sparring began. Initially, you were keeping up with him, being able to block and parry. But the longer the match went on, the more you realised that he was holding back at the very beginning, most likely to give you a fair chance to show your technique without being cut down in an instant.

The more he let his full strength show, the less you could do to block him, and when he eventually began to go at you full speed, after only a few strikes, you ended up with your back against a large tree at the very edge of the courtyard. He was close to you now, only a few breaths of air separating your bodies. His katana pushed yours into your full chest and he smiled viciously as he slowly increased the pressure.

He then leaned into you and spoke:

‘You are not a bad fighter. Your technique and speed need improvement, but overall, it was acceptable. Although, for your own sake, I hope you do not ever challenge me to a blood battle.’

He went quiet for a moment as if savouring an impeding thought.

‘However…there is one challenge I would like you to accept.’

He was speaking in a quiet, calm voice:

‘I want to see how hard I can make you scream when I fuck you.’ He almost purred the last bit.

He removed his sword off yours and instead, shoved you in with his full body weight into the tree, towering above you and causing your round mounds to press hard against his chest. A moment of silence followed before you found the composure to answer. It took a lot to pull together whatever shreds of decency that you had left before your body utterly and completely gave in to your baser instincts:

‘But…What about Nakime?’

He frowned and answered in a cold tone:

‘She does not live here anymore. That marriage is just a façade and I will end it in due time.’

His tone changed once again into the lascivious soft and deep purr:

‘So, what will it be? Are you ready to take up the challenge?’ He smirked and narrowed all of his eyes.

‘Now?’

‘Yes, now.’

‘But we can’t possibly do it here...’

‘Of course not.’

And with that, he teleported you both to his bed chamber. Well there, he quickly removed your clothes while giving you deep and sloppy tongue kisses. Very soon, you were seated on the edge of the bed with him between your legs, him squeezing your breasts and burying his head between them. The soft fullness was driving him crazy with lust. He was barely restraining himself as his large manhood was already up and aching for attention. Teasing you, however, was something he could not resist either.

The way he was caressing your breasts was lighting a fire in the depths of your core. The feeling was more and more insatiable for every touch and lick. His mouth on one nipple, his tongue flicking it gently alternating with his lips suckling, causing your pleasure hormones to make you leak between your legs. The other nipple was lodged between his calloused fingers that were rolling and tickling the little erect bud. You were arching your back and the longer this went on the more needy you were becoming.

‘Please, I need you inside me…’ You were moaning while your pussy was clamping on nothing.

‘Not yet, I need to prep you first.’ He whispered and smirked knowing very well that you were beyond ready for him. Almost sadistically he simply continued the nipple play while you were now arching and squirming in an unfulfilled quest for release.

‘I can’t take anymore... Cannot wait, I beg you, Kokushibo-sama, please...’

‘Since you ask so nicely…’ He cooed mockingly and for a moment left your breasts alone.

He moved his hips closer to you where you sat, and almost immediately shoved himself into you, his huge girth and length stretching you out beyond what you could think was possible. At this stage, you were soaked with your juices, so the only thing you could feel was indescribable pleasure. As he began pumping, your moans and the sloppy wet slaps of skin against skin filled the room. When he found a good rhythm, he moved one of his hands back to your breast and nipple. He kept on pinching and squeezing your left breast and nipple and was sucking on the other.

‘I am so close now…’ You moaned.

He listened to you and started rubbing your clit while increasing the pace and strength of his thrusts. He was hitting all the right spots and with all the other stimulation the fire in your core suddenly burst into an explosion of pleasure so intense that your scream was that of a wild beast. He helped you ride out your climax by pumping his cock slowly in and out of your pulsing centre and when you descended from your high all you could do was collapse on your back, breathing heavily.

‘My turn now. I can’t hold it in anymore.’

He growled quietly while straddling you and ending up on top of your stomach just in front of your breasts. He then placed the full length of his cock between them and whispered softly.

‘Squeeze them together for me.’

You did as you were told and he began pumping back and forth. His dick was so long that when the tip was moving toward your chin, you could easily lick the leaking tip. He was groaning through gritted teeth.

‘Yes, just like that. Fuck…I am coming...’ And a few more sloppy thrusts and thick ropes of cum were spraying all over your breasts, neck, and face, marking the onslaught of his intense orgasm.

He was riding out his climax by pumping leisurely between your glossy mounds while slowly and meticulously gathering up his cum from your face with his long fingers. Feeding it to you, finger by finger of salty elixir was lapped up greedily by your lips, his rough digits lingering a little inside your mouth, exploring nearly as deep as your throat. You started moaning again, your body waking up and ready for another high.

With your face and neckline cleaned up, he laid down on top of you, pressing you into the mattress with nearly his entire body weight, but making sure you were comfortable. He was so close now, you could feel his heartbeat and the mist of his breath. He was kissing your mouth and neck, caressing your whole generous body, while whispering lewd words into your ears. His hips were humping into yours, your bodies about to become one again once more. You were both drifting away to a world that was only now and only for the two of you. A place built of lust and where time stood still.

You continued like this for the rest of the night and the week that followed, taking breaks for food and baths only, drifting off to sleep when your bodies could not handle any more sex, only to wake up a few hours later to renewed intense ever insatiable arousal.

Eventually, exhausted from another night full of pleasure, he rested his head in your lap. You were massaging his scalp through the thick locks, moving his bangs away from his face, and tracing the outlines of the mark on his noble forehead.

As his eyes were slowly closing and before he drifted off into the well-deserved slumber, you began your confession:

From the very moment I saw you centuries ago when we were just new demons, I knew I had to have you. No matter how many full moons would pass and stars die and be born, how many generations of the human world come and go, I would wait for you, forever if I had to.  

Because there is no other moon in my sky, no other soul vibrates in sync with mine. I love your quiet and your strong. Your eyes are like the depths of hell and yet looking into them makes me soar on the wings of an angel. I want to hold and have every inch of your body and soul. And give me to you with no restrictions. I am yours if you will have me.

If it was my choice, I would embrace you with my arms and bury you deep in my heart for no one else to have, for all eternity.

But…My love for you runs deeper than that…I want you to experience every pleasure there is, as this huge world has an endless amount of it on offer. I will never restrict your freedom and no matter what or who can grant you that pleasure, I want you to have it all. In return, all I ask is that you never neglect or forget about me. My humble wish is that you include me in the joy that is coming. Because you are more important to me than life itself.

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[lou-struck]

Options, and Options, and Options…

Giyuu Tomioka x reader

Kimetsu Academy AU!

~When Giyuu is signed up to bring a treat for the Academy’s Bake sale, you help him figure out what to bring

WC: 1.7k

~This prompt was supposed to be a part of my Comfort Milestone Event, but I accidentally lost it for a few months… Oops... Thank you to everyone who sent in requests for this event!

Giyuu is more than ready to head home after a long day of teaching. Recently, he feels that he hasn’t gotten to spend any time with you, his darling significant other

“Mr. Tomioka!” a friendly yet loud voice calls from down the long hallway. Giyuu stops in his tracks and turns toward its owner. The History Teacher, Kyojuro Rengoku, rushes past clusters of students and comes toward him energetically, his bright and sincere smile never leaving his face. “The school-wide bake sale is tomorrow; what was it you signed up to bring?”

Giyuu blinks at the smiling man and responds, “There’s a bake sale tomorrow?”

Rengoku’s smile never falters as he pulls out a copy of the staff sign-up sheet. His name is written down in a bright green pen under the desert column, but that is not in his handwriting.

He realizes it must be Obanai since, for some reason, the other Teacher likes to play pranks on him. But he isn’t unliked, so it is a bit confusing to him why that is the case.

“Oh.”

“Yes, so you will be bringing dessert then?” the Teacher says in his usual loud voice. It draws attention from the passing students and staff, making the poor man feel a bit pressured. He likes Mr. Rengoku, so he doesn’t want to just back out now, even if Obanai did write his name down without asking him.

“I guess so,” he says, sealing his fate.

“That sounds wonderful; I hope I get to taste what you bring tomorrow,” he says happily, patting Giyuu on the back. The friendly gesture makes him happy, but he knows that there will be a bruise from just how strong the man is.

As the hallway clears out, The dark-haired Teacher sighs deeply, he wasn’t expecting to have to make something so last minute, but now maybe the two of you could bake something for the sale together.

~

You had just put away the dishes from the drying rack when your Fiance walked through the front door. An unusually troubled expression on his calm and handsome face as his sapphires look at you hopefully.

“Hi,” he mumbles, approaching you with intention. He is itching to ask you something.

“What’s wrong?” you ask sweetly as you wrap your arms around him. 

“There’s a bakesale at work tomorrow, and someone signed me up to bring something,” he explains. “I know it’s last minute, but I was wondering if you would help me make something.” For some reason, he looks so ashamed to be telling you all this. (It’s just too cute.)

You brighten up and give him your happiest grin. “A bake sale!” you gush, never one to turn down a baking date, “What should we make?”

He gives you a rare smile, looking more than a bit relieved, “Do you really want to make something with me?”

“Absolutely, I love baking with you.” you smile. “I saved a bunch of baking videos that we can watch, “We have a bit of everything we need to bake, so we don’t need to worry about shopping for ingredients.”

The tenseness in his shoulders dissipates as he looks at you lovingly. “Thank you,” he whispers, enveloping your lips with his own in a grateful kiss. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

The sincerity tugs at your heartstrings, but you have hours of videos to watch, and the two of you could remain trapped in this sugary sweet moment for hours if you don’t do something to shatter it. “And I don’t know what I would do without Giyuu.”

At the utterance of your terrible pun, he pulls away and flicks you on the forehead. “I’m going to go and change out of these clothes, and then we can start,” he says, turning abruptly and disappearing down the hall and into your bedroom. As he does that, you open up the youtube app on your tv so you can watch all of your saved baking videos on the big screen.

You weren’t kidding when you told him you had hours of videos to go through. Baking videos are so soothing you watch a few when your mood needs a bit of sweetness and save the good ones for future projects.

Just as the playlist is cued up, Giyuu comes back into the room. He stares down at his phone, looking a bit stressed. Just as you are about to ask him why his face is so long, he shows you messages from the Teacher’s group chat.

The message from Tengen catches your eye.

Don’t forget to bring your flashiest of treats for tomorrow’s bake sale. 

Just remember that nothing you bring will be as flashy as my treats.

“Someone’s confident.” you laugh. “But it doesn’t matter what he brings because our’s will taste better,” wanna know why?”

He rolls his eyes jokingly, “Because it’s made with love?” he asks, going onto another tab.

“Nope, lots of sugar.” you chuckle, giving him a playful peck on the cheek.

“Some gym teacher I am,” he grins, glancing down at the screen again. “Oh, they sent out a list of treats people have already signed up to bring.”

“Can I see?” you ask as he holds out the list on his phone for you to read. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the brighter screen, but when they do, your brows furrow. Everything from brownies to Dango has been taken by more prepared parents and teachers.

There may not be a rule against it, but you would like to bring something different and eye-catching to the table.

 “What should we do?” he sighs, leaning against you, his sapphire blue eyes looking up at you tiredly.

“Don’t worry, we have hours of inspiration to look through,” you chirp, hoping to ease his worries just a bit. You know that if he doesn’t bring anything, the other teachers won’t let him forget it.

“I trust you,” he says as you press play on the first of many videos on your saved playlist where a cute old grandma makes little graham cracker tarts. 

“These are easy,” you explain. “The only thing that needs to be baked in the crust, and then you can fill the shells with whatever we want.”

“It looks easy,” he hums. How long would it take us to make it?

“Only an hour or so,” you reply, “let’s look at a few more videos just to be safe.

He nods thoughtfully before leaning onto you.

“Are you tired?” you ask softly, mesmerized by the way the black trendles of his hair seem to melt in between your fingers. 

“No, I’m just resting my eyes for a second,” he mumbles, leaning further into your touch. “Let’s watch a few more videos.”

“Sounds good to me,” you hum, not noticing that the little scalp massage makes his lids even more droopy. 

The auto-play feature is a dangerous thing. You watch video after video, listening to the soft sound of kitchen ambiance music, not realizing that hours have gone by. And Giyuu is fast asleep.

‘Maybe just one more video,’ you think to yourself, not recognizing the yawn that escapes your mouth. 

Giyuu’s presence next to you makes you feel so warm, so safe, so comfortable on this couch you wouldn’t mind sitting here and going through your whole playlist.

There are just so many things to choose from, 

Just So many Options

And Options

And Optio….

~

The sun peeks through the blinds, hitting your face at just the right angle to wake you up. Sitting up from your spot on the couch, you notice that your neck feels a bit stiff.

“Shit…” The words leave your mouth as you wipe a bit of drool from your chin.

Giyuu, still asleep next to you, shifts a bit when you jolt up, his arms instinctually trying to grab ahold of you and keep you close to him.

“Giyuu,” you say, shaking him lightly. “You gotta wake up for me.”

After a few more shakes than necessary, he blinks his eyes open sleepily. “What’s wrong?”

“We fell asleep,” you say

His eyes shoot open, and he sits up even quicker than you did, dark hair flying everywhere; the blanket that was on top of him sinks to the floor, and he glances around the room. “The Bake sale is today; we didn’t make anything last night.”

“Again, we fell asleep,” you say, getting up from the couch to check the time. It’s only six o’clock, which means that you two have plenty of time to pull something together.

“Two hours may not be plenty of time, but it’ll do.”

“Do you still have that tart recipe?” he asks, pulling his hair back with a hairband. “If not, I can just grab some donuts from the convenience store and bring those.”

“Absolutely not.” you huff, crossing your arms. “We have plenty of time to make those tarts.”

He smiles softly and strides across the room, “You are so stubborn sometimes.” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I love that about you.”

He goes in for another kiss, but you stop him. “Uhuh, no more distractions until the dessert is made.”

He looks so sad, and you relent. “Okay, maybe one more.” you giggle 

~

It was a bit of a time crunch, but you made enough tarts to bring to the bake sale. You help him carry them into the school just as the other teachers are arriving.

You watch as Giyuu sets the platter on the table with pride. When it came to baking, he made sure to take on a majority of the tasks so you could get ready to go to work.

Good morning you two,” a loud and energetic voice calls. Turning around, Rengoku looks as bright-eyed and alert as ever as he greets you with a smile.

“Good Morning,” you say brightly, “It looks like the bake sale is going to be great.”

“Indeed, Those look very tasty,” Rengoku declares, poking his head over Giyuu’s shoulder and eyeing the treats with enthusiastic admiration before placing what looks like a loaf of banana bread right onto the table next to your display. “I’ll have to buy one for myself.”

“You would?” Giyuu asks softly, feeling proud that he has earned approval from such a nice colleague. 

“Certainly,” Rengoku says. “I think they will be the first treat to sell out today.”

“Indeed, they look very flashy.” Tengen declares, coming up behind you and setting his platter of suspiciously uniform-looking snack cakes down on the table's far side. If you didn’t know any better, you would think they were made by a Little woman named Debbie.

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[thebadgerclan]

NSFW Alphabet: Aleksander Morozova

Smut!

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

Aleksander is an absolute angel after sex.  He’ll just lay there for a minute or so, catching his breath, soaking you in, before getting up.  9 times out of 10, he’ll draw you a bath and spend at least a half hour doting on you, making sure he wasn’t too rough, that he didn’t leave any marks.  Snuggles are an absolute must for Aleksander, too, he needs that closeness after sex

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

Honestly, he can’t pick.  Aleksander loves every part of you, there’s no picking a favorite for him.  On himself, he likes his hands.  How large they are compared to yours, how he can make you fall apart with the lightest touch, the fact that they wield deadly power, but you’re not afraid of him.  

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

Inside you, no doubt, but if for whatever reason you’re not okay with it, Aleksander is perfectly happy to spill himself on the sheets and clean up later.  His biggest priority is making sure you come first

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

I feel like Aleksander would be a pretty open book with you about what he’s into and wants to try.  He knows that you won’t be into everything he is, and he’s ok with that, but after years of being together, he doesn’t feel like he has much to hide

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

Aleksander is immortal, he’s had his fair share of lovers, male and female.  So he knows exactly what he’s doing, precisely where to touch you to make you see stars.  But that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to learning--quite the opposite.  If there’s something you want him to do, he will listen to you and make sure he does it exactly the way you want him to

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Aleksander’s a fan of cowgirl: it’s a very versatile position.  He can watch you bounce on his cock, he can guide your hips to control your pace, he can hold you above him and thrust up into you, you can lean forwards and lay yourself against him.  But he also loves missionary, getting to be close to you

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

Nope, Aleksander’s dead serious.  There’s a time and a place for jokes, and sex isn’t one of them.  He can be stupidly romantic, but not jokey

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

I feel like he keeps himself pretty clean and trimmed, just a patch of hair at the base of his cock

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

Oh, Aleksander is at his most romantic in bed.  Telling you how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how much he loves you.  Yes, there are times that he fucks you into the mattress and calls you a dirty girl, but when it’s a more romantic, sensual night, oh boy is it ever

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Aleksander is a pretty busy man, but he usually manages to keep his urges in check long enough to have you all to himself.  Where the problem comes in is when he’s traveling without you.  After a few decades of being with you, Aleksander isn’t even able to get himself off alone, he actually needs you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominating you, 100%.  Controlling when you come, being commanding, the whole 9 yards.  But he also enjoys the non-sexual aspects of it: being able to take care of you, knowing that you trust him implicitly, the fact that you know he’ll take care of you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, obviously, but the War Room is a close second.  You once rode him in his ornate chair after a particularly tedious council meeting and it’s been one of his favorite fantasies since

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

Anything.  You could be sitting in complete silence, reading a book, and Aleksander will be hard.  But one surefire way to get him going is to dote on him.  Draw him a bath, give him a massage, wash his hair, he’s putty in your hands

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

Anything that could seriously hurt you.  He’s ok with bondage and restraints, gags and the like, but if you suggest anything like knife play, he’s out.  Aleksander has dealt too much damage in that manner, and he refuses to bring that into the bedroom.  He’s also very hesitant to use his shadows, but after a while, he might be comfortable using them to pin your wrists down

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

Aleksander’s preference is definitely eating you out.  He enjoys a blowjob, of course, but his favorite place to be is between your thighs.  I have this HC that he whimpers when eating you out, and that he’ll stay down there for as long as you’d let him.  “Aleksander, please, it’s too much.”  “Just one more, please, love.  Give me one more”

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

I feel like sex with Aleksander errs more on the slow and sensual side, despite what people think.  He loves you, and when he’s sleeping with you, he’s gonna show you.  Of course, there are times he takes it hard and fast, but he much prefers to take his time

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

So like I said above, Aleksander prefers to take his time with you, but if his schedule’s packed and he needs you, then he’ll pull you into his study and bend you over the desk

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

Aleksander is absolutely willing to try something new, but only if you’re completely on board with it.  If you’re even a little hesitant, he won’t try it.

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

However long you need him to.  Seriously, Aleksander has perfected the art of holding back his orgasm so you get as much pleasure as possible.  You always get at least one orgasm before he fucks you, whether it be by his hands or mouth

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

Poor David, poor sweet, innocent David, has made quite a few items for his General.  Aleksander’s favorite was a dildo made from a cast of his cock.  (Poor David, Poor, poor David)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh my love, Aleksander will tease you until you have no tears left.  But only sometimes.  In all honesty, most times he’ll only tease a bit before letting you come.  But times when he really teases you, buckle up...

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

He’d start off quiet, but as he gets more comfortable in the relationship, Aleksander let loose.  Moaning and praising you, whimpering, sometimes.  Just think about that...Aleksander whimpering.....

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

Aleksander will slip into Old Ravkan during sex, and it’s honestly one of the hottest things.  And when he does, it’s usually muttered against your neck or wherever he happens to be kissing you

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

He’s a solid 8.5 inches with a pretty substantial girth.  That’s part of why he makes you come before fucking you, he needs to make sure you’re relaxed and wet enough

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

High....very high.  At least 5 out of 7 nights a week, you’re having sex.  Of course, there are nights that you’re not in the mood, you’re not feeling well, too tired, and Aleksander is completely ok with that (he has those nights too).  And on those nights, he’s more than happy to snuggle

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like Aleksander has trouble sleeping at his baseline, but when you’re in his arms (after sex or not) he’s truly able to rest.  After sex, he needs to make sure you’re taken care of, and he’ll usually stay awake just looking at you for a solid hour or so

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[yenonnoff]

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 06. give me a break

with every instruction and snap of camera shutters, you sensed yourself gradually becoming more self-conscious. it wasn’t only due to the harsh blinding lights casted around the room, a part of your nervousness also had to do with him. 

he stood on the side, yet somewhere close to the monitor as if he wanted to scrutinize you. this riveting, irritatingly attractive man was observing you. great, you just needed another reason to feel uneasy. 

you'd only briefly seen him a couple moments ago—briefly, but long enough to confirm his good-looks and self-assurance, established from the permanent and casual smirk on his face. you would later discover that he was your co-star, the one and only atsumu miya. the same atsumu miya that your friend, kuroo, dramatically warned you about. 

and as of now, a figure approached him, drawing his attention away from the photoshoot ahead. 

atsumu raised a brow, his hands continuing to relax across his chest. “are you about to head out?” 

jolie, an actress that you befriended only mere hours ago, nodded. her gaze landed on you and an instant smile adorned her face. “yeah, i’m done with my stuff so i’m gonna go home and relax.” 

atsumu didn’t respond, only shifting his focus back onto the monitor screen. you had just repositioned into another stance, this time receiving heartfelt compliments from director sage and nearby staff members. with countless applauds echoing around the room, you couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment.

one of the cheers (and the loudest at that) came from the actress standing next to atsumu. these cheers announced the end of your solo photoshoot and the beginning of the next. but unlike the others, this upcoming shoot will focus primarily on two people: the two main leads—the stars of the show. 

“is something the problem? what’s with that look on your face?” jolie asked, laughing mirthfully. 

atsumu’s brow furrowed and he grumbled. “yes, the problem is her.” 

“y/n? what’s wrong with her? i think she’s friendly and really pretty.” 

“jolie, you think everyone is friendly and pretty,” he retorted.

a set of giggles escaped her lips. “maybe, but,” she placed a palm on his back, ushering the tall actor in the direction of the set, “i better not see you giving y/n a hard time.” 

atsumu only rubbed the back of his neck, taking slow steps towards the shoot. he was going to absolutely dread the next couple hours, he was sure of it. you, on the other hand, were dreading the way your palms were accumulating sweat at rapid speed. 

you couldn’t help but stare at your co-star, mesmerized by the sight. there was his lean stature and straight back, his distinct facial features and styled blond hair. god, you were staring. meanwhile, said co-star has only sent you a single glance this entire time. it was a meek, insignificant glance that barely lasted a second before his eyes travelled elsewhere.

but that was unimportant. you were going to focus on your photoshoot, then hopefully get far away from the blinding lights that made the room feel ten times hotter. even with this determination, you were fated to run into another obstacle: director sage’s incredibly and unnecessarily complicated instructions.  

the first pose included interlocking hands with one another. it’s simple, anyone could pull this off—but director sage wanted it to emit a certain sense of “intimacy and charismatic tension,” whatever that meant. his words and calm smile nearly made you blurt out a well-deserved “huh?!” in response. 

thankfully you restrained yourself. no matter how awkward or random the circumstances were, you needed to remain professional at all times. even if the current situation felt a bit absurd. truly, your experience with action films did not prepare you for such demands. 

“please face one another and interlock both of your hands with the other person’s,” director sage repeated. 

the instructions were clear and without wasting another moment, the two of you interlaced your hands together. 

a sly smile crept onto atsumu’s face, one that shouldn’t be there. in a low whisper, he said, “hey, we’re supposed to be holding hands, not wrestling.” 

you instantly flushed. you hadn’t even noticed the stiffness in your fingers. worst of all, you must’ve accidentally been pressing your nails into his skin out of nervousness. instead of a cunning smile on his face, atsumu was cringing painfully with deep furrowed eyebrows.

how could you remain professional now? scratch that, how could atsumu remain professional after all this? his co-star was a hot mess and he was expected to smile and give empty, meaningless encouragement?

it only became worse with the next pose. it's wasn't that you were lacking experience doing photoshoots with other people, you just lacked involvement in the romance department. your full potential was completely restricted! these intimate and awfully close poses were going to be death of you—and your co-star. 

there were few words that could describe the torrent of emotions atsumu was experiencing. if asked to summarize them, he’d simply go on an endless tangent and no one would be able to stop him. your movements were undeniably all over the place, you wouldn't blame him if he babbled about your mistakes to everyone.

you struggled to appear natural the most, constantly fretting on how to busy a loose hand or where to look and with what expression. and please, not let’s begin with how stiff you were. 

you couldn't imagine how weary the staff members must’ve been. thankfully, director sage’s encouragement helped lift the room’s tense atmosphere. “everyone must be tired. let’s take a break after this next pose,” he said with a blithe smile.  

the next pose was beyond simple. you only needed to rest your cheek against atsumu’s shoulder while making eye-contact with the camera. this instruction felt like a breath of fresh air: there was limited touching involved, and most importantly no awkward staring contest with your patently snarky co-star. 

a few clicks later and it was done, there was even a smile of relief on director sage’s face. a break was announced, but before you could lift yourself off atsumu’s shoulder, a set of unfriendly words spilled from his lips. 

“i’m disappointed,” the blond actor said, using their close proximity to his advantage. 

you paused, only backing away from him to raise a confounded brow “what?” 

“i’d expected more from you, you really don't live up to the rumors at all." he was looking straight at you while saying that.

if you had to determine which was more aggravating, his remark or his gaze, it’d be the latter. he peered at you with such disdain that it'd make anyone question their sanity. 

you didn’t immediately retaliate. who knew your co-star, the one person you'll be working with for the entirety of the film, would outwardly confront you in such a manner? 

atsumu crossed his arms, distaste coating his next words. “what? not gonna respond?” 

you narrowed your eyes. who was being unprofessional now? the whole situation nearly made you laugh—and you would’ve if only you weren't involved first-handedly. 

steadying your voice, you said, “i don't have any obligations to live up to your standards. keep your opinions about me to yourself while we work together on the film.” 

it was the only logical and professional thing you'd managed to pluck from your overstimulated brain. yet, atsumu continued to look at you with such mockery that it sent chills down your spine. 

“right. you might want to pay attention to these opinions though, especially if you want to please the director and your fans.” 

you didn’t bother answering because it was true: being a public figure and starring in films meant you had to preserve a good image. but a part of you couldn’t let his unnecessary comments go. he was acting so intentionally irritable with such sly expression on his face. he was incredibly insufferable, simply every synonym under frustrating would perfectly depict his current demeanor. 

you turned to him, your ire escalating with just one glance. “what are you trying to get at?” 

before he could respond, director sage’s voice alerting the end of the break distracted the two of you from your conversation. cameras and lights refocused, and you were back to being abhorrently close to your co-star. you tried to hide your troubled thoughts and spoiled mood, but atsumu took notice, nearly rolling his eyes at the sight. 

he sighed exasperatedly, taking both of your arms and directing them over his shoulder. he did that in one fell swoop while simultaneously whispering, “just pose and smile, would ya? i want to get this over with.” 

perhaps it was the way everyone’s gaze fell on the two or the way this was the first time atsumu has said anything agreeable the entire shoot, that you did actually loosen up and smile. when you opened your mouth to say something, atsumu’s palm swiftly landed on the small of your back. it caught you off-guard.

he then sent a glance to the director, asking in an energetic voice if your current pose would work. in the corner of your eyes, you saw director sage nodding with clear satisfaction and approval. 

maybe you could finally finish the photoshoot despite all the turmoil that's occurred. maybe you could finally wrap things up and be able to go home. or maybe you'd spoken too soon. 

atsumu peered back towards you again and with a taunting smile, he said, “let’s tone down the blushing, it doesn’t look good on camera.” 

god, you desperately needed another break.

you were going to do it, you needed to do it. 

after the photoshoot ended, you went around thanking all the staff members for their hard work. to say you felt apologetic for your poor performance would be an understatement. if you were given a pill that'll allow you to restart the day, you'd take it with no hesitation whatsoever.

the thing you regret the most would be not heeding kuroo's not-so-dramatic warning about atsumu. everything stated about him was correct, extremely and unfortunately correct. 

you were currently looking for him. ironic, you know. you were searching for him to apologize, and while you don't want to, it’d make you sleep better at night. still, you were starting to dread your decision after spotting him alone near a corner. 

what will he say? what kind of expression will he make? will it be the insouciant look that’s constantly plastered on his face, or a look that’s more tolerable and not so surly?

you braced yourself, sucking in a breath as you approached atsumu. a quick “i’m sorry,” and it’d be over. 

“there you are, atsumu.”

he peered over his shoulder in an instant. as he turned around to face you, he scrunched his nose and grumbled quietly. 

“miya,” he said full of disinterest. 

“excuse me?” 

he let his phone slip into his pocket. his hand rested on his hip. “call me miya.” 

you merely blinked at him, a thousand curses running through your mind. one simple sorry and it’d be over.  

“okay, miya. i just wanted to apologize for earlier. i could’ve been more professional and your complaints were…” you trailed off, searching desperately for words while attempting to evade his hard gaze. if you were able to relay your honest feelings out loud, you'd comment on how his criticism was undoubtedly unnecessary (and unwanted!). but as always, your conscience kicked in and you controlled yourself. 

you continued, “your complaints were understandable. my naivety caused the shoot to prolong later than it should’ve.” 

“and?” he sneered.

“...and,” you paused to bite on your lower lip. what else was there to say? what did he even want you to say? why was he being so goddamn difficult?!

the awkward tension along with the tiresome events that's occurred that day was slowly catching up to you. you desperately needed to get out of this predicament before you end up saying something regrettable. no, forget that. right now, you just wanted to say something that’ll make him to stop staring. 

“i’m sorry, let me buy you coffee or lunch to make up for what happened today?” 

what were you even saying? whatever, at least it made him stop looking at you with such an impudent expression. 

atsumu paused, one of his brows raising in complete disbelief. as if it was the easiest thing he’d done all day, he plainly said, “no thanks, i’m busy.” 

you almost praised him silently in your mind. you didn’t want to go either, the thought of spending another minute with him felt unbearable. but the universe was against you today. there just had to be another disturbance.

director sage suddenly emerged from behind you with his usual cheerful smile. you wished you could say you felt surprised at that moment, but after everything that's happened, all sense of shock escaped you. 

maybe it was a good thing you'd grown numb to surprises. while your co-star nearly facepalmed himself at the director’s next words, you remained unfazed.

director sage repositioned his glasses, stuffing his hands into his pockets while saying, “i think going for coffee or lunch is a fantastic idea.” 

atsumu’s jaw hung open, his eyes sending off a message that read “what?”

the moment stretched for what felt like an eternity, no one saying a single word. unable to bear the suffocating tension any longer, you awkwardly chimed in, “director sage, i didn't get a chance to apologize for the inconvenience during the photoshoot. i don’t know what overcame me today.” 

his placid smile doesn't falter and he nodded understandingly. “don’t worry about it. it’s good that you’re self-aware, i’ll be expecting improvements, y/n.” you felt your body relax, then tense up again.

“y/n, is this your first time meeting atsumu?” 

you blinked bewilderedly and nodded. 

a grin spread across director sage’s face, his laughter bouncing off the walls. “he makes quite the first impression, doesn’t he? if he comes off a little too strong, forgive him. he’s a good person at heart.” 

you watched your co-star’s brow furrow. “a little” felt like an understatement when it came to atsumu. still, you wondered why the director was saying this to you. was it that obvious you guys were going for each other’s necks? 

“why are you telling her this, director?” atsumu asks, breaking away from his silent disposition. 

all he received in response was a laugh and an “it’s the truth.” 

you've been a fan of director sage for god knows how long, but this was a side of him you've never seen before. it was a nice change of pace, especially after interacting with someone so irascible.

director sage randomly decided to recall his experience working with atsumu in his last film, continuously complimenting his acting and charisma throughout. 

you listened with a smile, but could only nod at his words. you weren't familiar with atsumu’s acting enough to comment on it—but you've definitely seen and heard enough to confirm that he’s uncharismatic. the thought almost made you want to chuckle. 

“still,” director sage paused, crossing his hands together in a daze, “this is the first time i’ve seen atsumu so incompatible with another actor.” 

okay, now you really didn't want to chuckle anymore.

after your quarrel with your co-star, you definitely didn’t want another confrontation with the director. when silence cut through the air, director sage heaved a sigh, his smile now replaced with a serious frown. 

“while i don’t know what’s going on between you two, i don’t want personal matters to interfere with the movie’s filming.” 

his gaze shifted between the two actors’ confounded expressions. 

“if going out for coffee or lunch will help soothe this tension, then please proceed with the arrangements. there’s another photoshoot scheduled for next week, surely the two of you will figure out a date that will work before then.”

you listened intently, unsure if you should speak. how did something you were determined to fix develop into such a complicated and overbearing mess?

disrupting the silence, atsumu cleared his throat. with a hand raking through his blond hair, he said, “director sage, there’s nothing going on between me and y/n. nothing serious enough that would require going out for coffee.” 

then, he flashed his signature lazy smile. you would’ve thought it was charming, if only he wasn’t pretending to be friendly for the director's sake. in reality, he must’ve been cursing you in his mind. 

director sage only hummed silently, his eyebrows knotting in deep consideration. but like atsumu, it was only a facade; you were confident he was bent on having the two of you settle your opposition before the next photoshoot. 

after some of atsumu’s failed attempts at convincing the director otherwise, phone numbers were hesitantly exchanged and a smile finally reappeared on director sage’s face. 

what a (terrible and utterly unfortunate) day.

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: hi lovelies heres ur five course meal hope ure fed (also did i do atsumu justice this is my first time writing for him) idk why but i laughed so hard while writing this chapter + proofread it a million times and bc of that i now hate this chapter

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I wish I could physically see and meet the braincell who told me it was okay to draw a whole ass PIANO

In my defense, I kept thinking about Sokka somewhen learning how to play; maybe, shortly after the end of the war, during a trip to the Fire Nation, he finds a broken piano in an abandoned room of the palace and manages to repair it (servants and guards decide not to question the din coming from said room day and night).

To everyone’s and mostly Sokka’s surprise, he is a natural: his fingers dance on the piano keys like they have no other purpose in the world and he is able to replicate tons of melodies by ear. Slowly, but inevitably, the notes generated by those black and white blocks become a great comfort for Sokka; his unspoken sorrows, fears and regrets turn into a melodic balm for his soul, the piano his trustworthy companion when he can’t sleep during the hot, endless summer nights.

He likes playing for an audience, but in certain cases the only thing he wants by his side is quiet, warm breeze accompanying the sound, while the moon´s cold rays gently wrap the dusty room.

It’s during one of these nights that a sleepless Zuko can’t help but follow a long-forgotten home call, Sokka’s notes materializing in front of him and guiding him towards something he didn’t even know he needed. He moves slowly, hypnotized, almost dreamwalking; the melancholic notes give voice to the cold air, embracing him like a soft blanket, soothing his spirit like a soft voice coming from afar, wandering through the Reigns just to find him and whisper in his ear everything he’s always needed to hear.

With this sensation strongly engulfed in every fiber of his being, Zuko stood in front of the door, meeting the pianist’s back in religious silence. He didn’t want to scare Sokka or interrupt the music + in that specific moment Zuko wouldn’t have been able to produce any sound whatsoever, even if he was asked to scream for his life: everything he ever wanted to express, and never dared to say, was wrapped around those tapered fingers, gently pressing the piano keys, tenderly stroking the most sensitive strings of Zuko’s soul, smoothly caressing his hair just the right way, just like his mother used to.

And when the song’s over a dense silence wraps the room, briefly interrupted by a dull tear falling on a gloomy D#, the same key Sokka touched last.

The candle on the piano suddenly lights up, allowing the tear to evaporate. A moonbeam escapes his trajectory and lands on Sokka’s widened eyes before a sincere, embarrassed smile warms his tired face. Sokka doesn’t turn towards the door, Zuko doesn’t walk towards him and neither of them will ever mention that night.

From that moment, anyway, Zuko rarely missed Sokka’s daily exercises, and Sokka didn’t mind at all; when he was there, for some reason, Sokka made some more mistakes, but he didn’t care. For once, he knew he didn’t need to be his usual perfectionist self to be understood, to give emotions, or to be useful, even.

Yes, Sokka could finally allow himself that self-indulgence with Zuko.

And there was no better feeling in the world.

Will I ever be able to capture all of this in a fanfiction or a fanart? Absolutely not. So, having said that, make do with this sketch and take care of it before I colour and definitely ruin it for good and for evil 🍵

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