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thegreatwicked · 2 months

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This obviously needed its own post and here it is, a collection of blog posts and resources I have found and used for my own writing, I hope they help you too! Go forth and write that spice!

The Smut Writers Dictionary By @maybeeatspaghetti Seriously, how many different way are there to write cock? Does anyone else wonder if they've used the word 'lips' too many times? Well, this is a good place to start!

The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut This is the first one I found and I go back to it frequently! There's also some great information about specific areas of sex that may not be common knowledge for first time writers!

How to Write Smut By @urfriendlywriter Another great source of information from different verbiage to use and a few tips to hel you along (giggity)

Smut Thesaurus By @prurientpuddlejumper just what it sounds like and you can never have too many words at your disposal.

6 Steps to Writing Better Sex By @chaoschaoswriting If you're at a loss or just want some more help this is antoher fantastic blog!

Writing Prompts NSFW By @seidenbros Need some dialogue? Or a story idea? Have a look!

#100 NSFW/Smut Dialogue Prompts By @a-cure-for-writers-block More? More. This is also a fantastic writing blog with lots to offer!

Intimate + Sexual Headcannon Questions By @petalsprompts Good questions to ask your characters to get to know them better and make more well rounded characters!

Smut & Mature (18+) Master List By @pendarling A great list dialogue prompts, scenarios, and helpful bits!

Poly NSFW Alphabet By @smaoineamhsalach Another great way to get to know your characters and maybe a handful of ideas for story ideas.

Kink Prompts Another from the previous blogger above and I didn't know what half of these are! I'll work on a kink dictionary next!

Writing Smut 101: Overcoming Smut Shame @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 There's a lot to be said for this particular subject! It's hard to write stuff like this, so how do you get over it? Start here!

How to Write a Kiss Scene By @youneedsomeprompts Yes!!! I still struggle with this one! There's a thousand ways to kiss, find your favorite!

Smut Oneliners By @deity-prompts you can never have enough one-liners!!

How to Write a (Great) Sex Scene Another great article for new smut writers

9 Tips for Writing Steamy Scenes More tips to help you wirte good steamy stuff!

How to Write Erotica and a Damn Fine Sex Scene A WEALTH if information on writing, structuring, and helpful tips!

@saradikahas a fantatic blog with graphics for you to use to add some fun to your posts. Things like MDNI Banners, 18+ Content Warnings, Support Your Favorite Writers and Reblog banners! They are free to use but she does ask that you reblog her stuff if you do! She's also a very talented writer and she writes some AMAZING Din Djarin stories!

Gay Sex Positions Guide This is a WONDERFUL adition and thank you so much @b7bubby for bringing this to my attention, I didn't have any resources for writing M/M fairings but this is a much needed addition to the spicy community! i've never written an M/M pairing and I feel like such an idiot for overlooking the need for a resource like this!

If you find any other great smut writing resources feel free to tag me so I can add them to this list! Good luck with your writing! Now go write that story and LET THE SPICE FLOW!!!!

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pink-wooloo · 2 years

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NSFW alphabet!

Y'all can use this for requests! Please don't ask for the whole alphabet!

A - Aftercare: How do they take care of their s/o after sex?

B - Body count: Are they experienced? Are they a virgin?

C - Cum: Everything that has to do with cum.

D - Dry: Are they dry and serious or soft and romantic?

E - Erection: What turns them on?

F - Fave Position: What positions do they like?

G - Goofy: Are they goofy or more serious in this kind of situation?

H - Hair: Do they shave? Where do they shave?

I - Intimacy: Do they make these moments romantic?

J - Jack off: Do they masturbate? How often? Do they think about their s/o?

K - Kinks: What kinks do they have?

L - Location: Where do they like to have sex? Do they like having sex in public or more private places?

M - Morning: How are they the morning after?

N - Nudes: Do they like sending nudes? Do they like receiving nudes?

O - Oral: Do they like receiving oral? Do they like giving oral? How skilled are they?

P - Pace: Do they like going slow or fast? Are they sweet or rough?

Q - Quicky: How do they feel bout quickies?

R - Risk: Do they wear condoms or prefer the risk of not wearing one?

S - Stamina: How long do they last?

T - Toys: Do they own toys? What toys do they own?

U - Underwear: Do they like lingerie? Would they wear it?

V - Volume: How loud are they? Do they like their s/o being loud?

W - Wild card: Random headcanon of mine

X - X-ray: What's under that underwear? Are they big?

Y - Yearning: How high is their sex drive?

Zzz - Do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

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takeomisbitch · 7 months

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Can you do No. 38 (nsfw alphabet) with bonten haitani rindou please? 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

NSFW ALPHABET

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 900 FOLLOWERS I CAN JUST KISS YOU ALL😻🤭. Also day 31 of kinktober is giving me a headache cause how does one write a threesome with plot or how does someone write a threesomes it is very confusing to me🧍🏽‍♀️

Bonten Haitani Rindou x Reader

Word Count:1118

Tags:NSFW, supposedly a man’s penis can grow up to 2.5-3 inches when erected🤷🏽‍♀️ that’s it

Headcanon Prompt list | Tokyo Revengers

A-Aftercare [What they are like after sex]

Rindou can be soft after sex if you both had a rough session, Rindou would kiss and stroke your body whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then he would run you a bath for you, wash your body for you as he kisses your neck and the crown of your head. But he is different after a rather soft and loving session he wouldn’t be as attentive towards you, but he would still kiss and rub your body.

B-Body Part [Their favorite body part of yours and theirs]

Rindou seems like the type to love his hands and fingers, from the way they wrap around your neck when he fucks you or the way they play with your sweet cunt. Now his favorite body part of yours and debatable cause he loves your lips but he also loves your ass, the way your ass ripples against his hips as he fucks you in doggy style or the way it jiggles when he roughly smacks your ass. Rindou loves your lips from the way they feel against his when he kisses you and the way you bite it when he hits that right spot when he fucks you.

C-Cum [Where they like to cum]

Rindou likes to cum on your face. He loves the way your face looks covered in his cum, and the idea of painting your face with his warm liquid gets him hard all over again.

D-Dirty Secret [Something they want to try but can’t tell]

Rindou really wants to try anal but is too scared to ask, thinking you might think he is dirty or gross. But the idea of fucking you somewhere where no one really wants to touch turns him on a bit to much.

E-Experience [How experienced they are]

Rindou definitely had his fair share of women before he met you, he probably slept with 10-15 women, and not a single one meant a thing until he met you (AWW) But Rindou definitely knows what he is doing and he knows exactly what makes you feel amazing.

F-Favorite Position [How they like to fuck you]

Rindou loves to fuck you in doggystyle he loves watching your ass and he also loves to fuck you in a lotus flower position when he feels romantic or soft, and he gets a good look at your face as it scrunches in pleasure.

G-Goofy [How serious/goofy they are during sex]

Rindou is very serious when you two are intimate, he never jokes around when the two of you have sex, he wants everything to be intimate and loving, Rindou never wants to play games or joke when having sex.

H-Hair [How well groomed they are]

Rindou is very well kept, hair is either trimmed or completely shaved. He hates the idea of a thick long bush down below so he shaves or trims and keeps it very clean.

I-Intimacy [How intimate/romantic they are]

Surprisingly Rindou can be very romantic on days like your anniversary or valentines day, he’ll have rose petals, champagne and he would even have nice loving music, but you’re not allowed to bring it up after.

J-Jack Off [Do they masturbate and how often]

Rindou doesn’t masturbate as often as most men, probably once every couple of weeks, why would he when he has you.

K-Kink [How kinky they are]

Rindou isn’t really kinky, he would do the occasionally choke or sometimes use a vibrator on you but nothing really kinky

L-Location [Where they would fuck you]

Rindou will fuck you in your shared home anywhere in your shared home, but he will also fuck you in the back of his fancy car, only in secluded places, or in empty parking lots.

M-Motivation [What gets them going/turns them on]

Rindou gets turned on by your looks or your sweet dirty talk, Rindou loves when you sweetly say his nickname “Rin~.” He especially loves it when you tug on his hair and run your nails down his back.

N-No [What are their turns off]

Rindou does not like any form of extreme kinks like slapping, punching, gun play etc. He finds them uncomfortable and highly unnecessary.

O-Oral [Do they have like to give or receive oral]

Rindou likes to give more than he likes to receive, he can spend hours in between your legs never leaving but if you rather give he would just put you in the 69 position so he can have a taste as well.

P-Pace [How fast they are]

Rindou is very quick or fast in bed or he is very soft when he wants to love on you, but he is mostly rough and fast leaving hickeys on your body as the sound of your skin slapping together so loudly can be heard into the next room.

Q-Quick [How long do they last]

Rindou can last about 30 mins-1 hour. He learned to edge himself and to make sure that you at least cum 3 times before he releases himself.

R-Risk [Do they take any risk]

The only risks that Rindou takes are the ones when he fucks you in the car but no one is ever around at least that is what you both think.

S-Sharing [Would they share you like in a threesome]

No, Rindou doesn’t like threesomes he doesn’t like the idea of you getting fucked by someone else.

T-Toys [Do they own/use any toys]

Rindou and you have two toys, a clear fleshlight that you occasionally use on him and a white vibrating wand that Rindou uses on you almost every time you both are intimate.

U-Underwear [Do they like lingerie]

Rindou doesn’t really like lingerie, he finds it dumb when he doesn’t fuck you in it, but he loves the way you look in it.

V-Volume [How loud are they]

Rindou is not very loud, a low moan and grunt here and there, but when you tease him with the fleshlight you have he would become very loud.

W-Wild Car [Random headcanon]

Rindou occasionally likes to bottom but not getting pegged but getting edge and overstimulated by you is very hot to him.

X-X-Ray [What’s going on under their clothes]

Rindou is 4 inches soft, and 7 inches hard, quite girthy.

Y-Yearning [How high is their sex drive]

Most would think that his sex drive is high but it is quite normal maybe 3-5 times a month.

Z-Zzz [How quickly they fall asleep after]

Rindou would fall asleep after he takes care of you, grabbing you a glass of water, maybe a small snack then he would run you a bath, then he would wait for you to fall asleep before he does.

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ohwowimlonley · 4 months

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nsfw alphabet - s.b

Warnings - f!reader, pinv sex, unprotected sex, oral, nudes, kinda perv!sirius

Notes - these alphabets are gonna be way longer than my origonal ones, so they’re going to take longer to put out, but if you want one specific one first then let me know! I’m trying to get one done for every character on my list :)

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

“Here, baby,” he sits with his back to the headboard, gently coaxing you to sit up with a hand on the back of your neck, just enough so he can tip a mouthful of water past your lips. He rewards you with a kiss on the forehead, before he slips off of the mattress to retrieve his quidditch jersey from atop his trunk, urging you to hold your arms up so he can fold the fabric over your head, tugging it down until the excess material pools around your thighs.

“”Ready for bed, gorgeous girl?” he grins toothily down at you, slipping an arm around your waist and tugging you down until your head hits the pillow, clearly not expecting you to answer him at all. He settles you into your patented sleeping position; you curled up on your left side and Sirius plastered to any and all skin he can reach, chin hooked over your shoulder and lips pressed to your jaw.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

“Mmph, fuck me,” he throws his head back, battling against the urge to keep his eyes screwed shut, instead reaching over your body, grabbing at your ass and admiring the way it jiggles with the motion, obsessed with the way it looks stuck up in the air while your head is in between his thighs, “look so good down there baby. Gonna let me cum all over that pretty ass of yours?”

“Siri, Siri oh my-” you gasp out, trying your utmost to stifle a scream that threatens to breach past your lips, grabbing and pulling at his hair as he licks all over your sensitive cunt.

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

“Siri, m’gonna cum,” you bite into his neck, struggling to keep yourself as quiet as possible, but you can’t help but whine when he pulls away from you, halting your high in its tracks. You sob out of frustration, digging your nails into his back, “no, Siri! Why?”

“You know why, princess,” he tuts, “you don’t cum first, daddy does,”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

“Oh Siri,” you mumble breathlessly, eyes widening as you dig through his box of ‘keepsakes’ always kept under his bed. There’s all sorts of things hidden away in the depths of it; polaroids (ones you’d taken for him along with those you don’t recognise), a pair of your favourite lace panties you were beginning to think you’d lost and right at the bottom, next to a note you’d slipped to him in potions asking if he wanted a date out in the forbidden forest, is the spare key to your private dorm room. You’d lost it weeks ago, and even asked your boyfriend about it. He claimed he hadn’t seen it, even suggested some places for you to look for it. Maybe this is how he’d managed to get those mysterious polaroids of you, “Sirius Black, you dirty pervert,”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sirius knows how to do a lot of things. The first time you guys had sex, he surprised you by pinning you down on his plush bed sheets, anchoring your hips down with his strong biceps and eating you out like a man starved. He knows all the right spots, with no prompting whatsoever.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

“Stay,” his voice is gruff, the sound reverberating over the walls of his dormitory. His hand is right at the base of your neck between your shoulder blades, keeping your face firmly planted in his satin pillows. Your knees keep your ass up high, legs spread as far apart as you can get them while keeping balanced. The rest of your body is as low as possible, and he runs the fingers of his spare hand through your sopping folds, teasing you by never giving you any actual friction, “such a good girl for me, huh? My pretty little show off,”

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

His lips are all over you, on your own, slipping his tongue between your teeth, on your neck, sucking on the skin until it bruises, on the neckline of your shirt, tugging at it with his pearly whites. The two of you pull away at the same time, pulling your shirt desperately over your head. Your arms slip out easily, but your chin gets stuck in the tight neck hole. The two of you stop in your tracks, eyes connecting over the constricting hem of your (about to be thrown away) shirt. There’s a dead silence for a good ten seconds, before Sirius cracks up. His laughter is thunderous, shaking the whole bed with the force of it. You stare at him blankly as he starts crying from the hilarity of the situation. Somehow, through his laughter, he helps you escape your fabric prison and pets your hair to calm himself down, “sorry, love,”

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s laid out on his bed, thighs spread apart and right hand on the back of your head as you push yourself down on his length. He’s gasping out for air, hips jerking up to meet your mouth until your nose is buried in a patch of thick, curly hair. It’s not suffocating, the hair by your nose, but it’s definitely there, tickling your skin.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

“Shh, sweetness,” his lips brush the crown of your head, hands gripping yours, pushing them deeper into the mattress as he rolls his hips into yours. He’s not quite kissing you all the way, what with his breathlessness, but you can feel the subtle cracks in his lips scratching your forehead as he pushes them against you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Steam billows around him in the ensuite bathroom of his shared dorm room. The boys are in the next room, and are almost definitely able to hear him through the old brick walls. He doesn’t care. He can’t get you off his mind and he’d rather the boys hear him over seeing his chubbed up cock through his pyjamas. If he could, he would send you an owl asking you over to help him out, since you always do it so much better than him, but you’re busy with prefect duties.

He squeezes his cock tighter, trying desperately to mimic the suction of your wet heat, but it’s no use, it’s nothing like the real thing. When he finally does cum, it’s weak and dissatisfying. He lets out a pathetic whimper at the feeling, promising himself to never again try and make himself cum without you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

God, he loves watching you cry. It’s one of his favourite things in the world to see; you cry out for him, pools of tears welling in your eyes as he mercilessly rubs his fingers into your sweet spot as he sucks relentlessly on your puffy clit. He just adores the angry lines the tears leave in their wake, sometimes he’ll lean up and kiss along the trail they leave, pout down at you mockingly, and ask if it’s too much for you. It just makes you sob out for him to do something, but he holds out for a little while longer, just to see how desperate you get for him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your moans echo all throughout the empty boys locker room, and your nails dig painfully into the worn wooden bench Sirius has you bent over. The boys are waiting for you just on the other side of the door, probably able to hear you through the flimsy door, but neither of you care much. In fact, you suspect Sirius is enjoying it; giving the boys a sample of how good you are to him, but never letting them see the full thing.

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

“No, Siri, you’re doing it wrong,” you insist, leaning over his shoulder and pointing at the History of Magic textbook, then moving your finger to his messily scrawled homework, “what page are you even looking at?”

God, that ever so slightly condescending-yet-playful tone in your voice has him bending over slightly in his chair in the hopes of you not catching his growing hard on. He bites his lip to hold back a grin, and writes down yet another nonsensical note in his barely legible handwriting, in the hopes that you’ll roll your eyes at him again, tell him off again, press your tits to his shoulder and tell him what to do again, just so he has an excuse to bend you over his desk and punish you for being rude.

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

Sirius is up for a hell of a lot of things, anything you want, he wants, essentially. The only thing he’ll never, ever go near is consensual non consent. He can’t stand the thought of you even pretending like you’re not enjoying what he does to you.

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

God, he looks so pretty like this; hair scraped back into an almost falling out ponytail, sweat beading down his exposed chest, and muscles tensing in his arms as he grips at your hair. He adores you on your knees for him, looking up at him with teary eyes as you struggle to take his whole length at once. If you let him, his absolute favourite thing to do is fuck your face, his hips stuttering every time you gag at his tip bruising the back of your throat. He always finishes in minutes when you have your mouth around him, filling your throat with his creamy spend.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off rolling his hips against yours slowly, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. His head drops to your shoulder, kissing along every spot of exposed skin he can get to without adjusting his position and risk losing his rhythm. His hands are everywhere, wandering over your exposed body as his pace picks up.

As his orgasm approaches, his gentle pace quickle devolves into harsh, sloppy thrusts.

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

“Shh,” he insists, slipping his free hand over your mouth so your moans are muffled. The two of you are most certainly going to be late to potions, but you don’t care so long as he keeps slamming himself into your sweet spot at this pace. A mop handle slams down onto the floor next to you, but neither of you pay it much mind, “gotta hurry up n’ cum, princess, or else you’ll have to sit at the back with Snivvelus,”

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

“C’mon, Siri! Just show me!” You whinge, lunging to grab the bag from behind his back, but he’s too quick and holds it over his head so you can’t reach it. You cross your arms over your chest and glare up at him, “arsehole,”

“Hey now,” he tuts, then slips his hand into the black plastic bag and pulls out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and dangles them in front of your face, “don’t go bein’ naughty, or else I’ll have to use these on you, hm?”

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

“Please,” you all but sob out, pushing weakly at his shoulder in an attempt to slow his pace down, even by just a fraction, “Siri, s’too much,”

“Be good, sweetling,” is all he responds with, smearing a kiss on the crown of your head as he carries on uninterrupted. You don’t even understand how he’s doing it. He must’ve cum at least three times by now, albeit with small breaks in between where he would delve in between your legs and eat you out ‘til you scream.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sirius Black loves to tie you up. It doesn’t matter if it’s with handcuffs, a tie he wore to work, the belt he’d forgotten on the dreaded laundry chair, he doesn’t care. Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra mean, he’ll tether your ankles to the bedposts as well with pairs of tights he digs out from your underwear drawer, just to see you struggle to chase after his touch as he tortures you with a magic wand vibrator (he likes the irony of the name).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

“What’s wrong, baby? You were being so loud earlier,” he grins up at you evilly, nudging his fingers deeper into your tight channel, pressing them against your sweet spot. His calloused palm scrapes against your abused clit, and you know he’s not planning on stopping any time soon. You try to respond to him, but all that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic gasping whine that makes your boyfriends chuckle, “what was that, love? Try’na tell me something?”

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

You’ve never heard your boyfriend make so much noise as when you ride him. He can’t hold back his desperate grunts as you bring your hips down to meet his. He grips onto with a bruising force when you cum around him, letting out a continuous howling moan at your pulsating tightness. The moan fades into a steady groan when you start up again, determined to make him cum. When he finally does, it’s with a high pitched sigh, exhaled right by your ear as you shush him.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Pulling on Sirius Black’s hair is a special kind of fun. When it’s his turn to take charge and you do it, it spurs him on to fuck you harder, press his fingers into you more, scrape his teeth against your clit a little harder. When he’s playing the submissive however, pulling on his hair makes him turn to jelly. You tug on his hair when he goes down on you, and he loses his goddamn mind, all but suffocating himself in between your thighs as he muffles his high pitched whimpers against your slit.

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

Sirius Black does not have a massive dick. It’s actually quite regular, standing at not quite six inches, with a good girth you can grip onto between your thumb and forefinger. His tip is hooked a little upwards, which makes it just delicious to ride him, with his spongy head mashing against your g-spot.

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

Sirius would go all day every day if he could, but realistically, he’ll give you those eyes and pull you away into his room to have you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

“Okay, sweetheart?” He cranes his neck down to brush his lips across your forehead, looking over to the nightstand you’d slowly invaded during your time of dating to ensure you had drained your glass of water before switching off his lamp and tucking the covers up over your almost sleeping frame with the red quilted duvet and pulls you closer to his side. It’s only when your breathing evens out and your muscles relax completely that he lets his eyes close.

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solarsturniolo · 5 months

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Hiii, I’m Natalie but you can call me Nat 💋. I’m 22 and have been watching the triplets since spring 2022. Not much you need to know about me tbh and not that you or anyone else really cares anyways.

I am an adult, i do write adult content about other adults. if this makes you uncomfortable, you are not obligated to read any of it and i wholeheartedly understand. Also keep in mind that I am an adult and i work a full time job. Writing is my hobby. I will not be as consistent with posting because I do have other priorities that come first. I will try to update as much as possible, but once again I am an adult with an adult life and adult responsibilities. All I ask is that you stay patient with me and show some grace where it is needed. I work very hard on my writing and appreciate any attention that it gets, please do not blow up my inbox repeatedly with the same prompt. I promise you that I see it.

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✨ - fluff

🪐- angst

🌌- other

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 1 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 2 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 3 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 4 🚀

✫彡 Too Damn Long pt 5 (final part) 🚀

✫彡 Nail Tech (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Twisted (Coming Soon)

✫彡 The Ice Breaker (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Nothing (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Dr.Feelgood (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Record Label (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Money, Money, Money (Coming Soon)

✫彡 The Irony of Choking On a Lifesaver (Coming Soon)

✫彡 King of the Jungle (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Chris ✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Chris pt 2 ✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Chris pt 3✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Best Friend!Christ pt 4 ✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Chris 🚀🪐✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Chris pt 2 🚀🪐✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Chris pt 3 🚀🪐✨🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Chris

HEADCANONS

✫彡 Sub!Chris 🚀🌌

✫彡 Overstimulated (Coming soon)

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 We're Just Friends pt 1 🚀

✫彡 We’re Just Friends pt 2 🚀

✫彡 We're Just Friends pt 3 🪐✨🌌

✫彡 We’re Just Friends pt 4

✫彡 We’re Just Friends pt 5 (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Not My First Rodeo (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Creep: Introduction,

✫彡 Temporary Bliss (Coming Soon)

✫彡 Pugs 'N’ Kisses Prologue 🪐🚀🌌

✫彡 Pugs 'N' Kisses: One

✫彡 Nothing 🪐🌌

✫彡 Comfort Zone (Coming Soon) ✨

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 1 🚀🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 2 🚀🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 3 🚀🌌

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 4

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 5

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 6

✫彡 Texts w Bf!Matt pt 7

✫彡 Texts w FWB!Matt

HEADCANONS

✫彡 Sub!Matt 🚀🌌

✫彡 NSFW Alphabet 🚀🌌

✫彡 Overstimulated 🚀🌌

✫彡 Dom!Matt (Coming Soon)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: STEP SIBLINGS??????????, Nick x fem!reader, self-harm, suicidal thoughts or tendencies, incest???!!!!!!, sensitive topics such as eating disorders, abuse, etc, any kinks involving urine or feces, beastiality, SEXUAL ASSAULT OR R*PE, (this list will probably be continued at some point but this is what i have for now)

Natalie’s Recommended

These are all great stories that I’ve read and recommend! Definitely check these stories out!

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 Panty Thief by @evieolo

✫彡 Lollipop by @freshloverr (Part two here!)

✫彡“Cool Spider” by @gamermattsgf

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬

✫彡 Painted by @flowerxbunnie

✫彡 Ink by @flowerxbunnie

✫彡 7 Minutes in Heaven by @middlepartmatt

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Hii can I request platonic yan gojo with prompt i 1 please and thank you! ❤️

Why, Gojo, Why?

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, handcuffs (not sexual), murder, kidnapping, controlling and possessive tendencies

Prompt Request: “Why would you want to leave? I’m keeping you here for your own good.”

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

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There’s not a single thing you can do against your father. You didn’t inherit the six eyes; you didn’t even inherit his white hair. Instead, your eyes are a smokey gray, and your hair is a rich mouse brown. He often tells you that you look so much like your mother, but you don’t know if that’s true or not. You’ve never met her, haven’t even seen a damn picture of her.

Satoru Gojo fears for you, for your life. He keeps you in the house for your own safety because you have no cursed energy. He makes jokes here and there, telling you how the world is filled with unstable people you just don’t want to be around.

But then you catch him staring at you during dinner. Your gaze shifts uncomfortably as you swallow your food. “Daddy, why are you staring at me like that?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

You’re left feeling uneasy, but you don’t question him. Your dad has a knack for switching topics seamlessly if you press something he doesn’t want to talk about.

———

The days pass by rather slowly in the Gojo household. Perched on a couch with a book in your lap, you sigh as you look out the window. You wish you could go to school like you see on the television. It would be really nice to have someone to talk to other than Gojo, Megumi, Aunt Shoko, and Uncle Nanami. You don’t even really talk much with Megumi to begin with. He never opens up to you, never says anything more than “hey”, and you don’t press him for a conversation.

You toss the book on the table and storm off to your father’s bedroom where you know he keeps his favorite candy. You can’t help yourself. You know it’s there, and he could never get mad at you. Even when you threw one of his crystal ducks through the window and broke everything all at once, he still didn’t get mad at you.

Opening the drawer to his bedside table where he keeps his stash hidden away from your sticky fingers, you rummage around for the chocolate. A pout tugs your lips downward, unable to find what you’re looking for.

“Damnit, Dad, fucking fat ass eating everything good in this fucking house.”

You refuse to give up. Continuing your search, you go through his entire bedside table, then the matching one on the other side. You rake through the table next to his big comfy chair by the window, painfully look on high and low shelves. Hell, you even crawl under the bed to see if he has a box tucked underneath. His watch drawer is neatly lined with wrist wear yet no fucking candy!

“How could Daddy do this to me? Does he not trust me?” It hurts your heart a little bit to think that he wouldn’t leave his delicious sweets in the kitchen because of your wondering hands looking for a five finger discount.

Setting your hands on your hips, there’s one last place to look: the closet. Not having inherited his height either, you have to jump as your hands roam the top shelf above his clothes. Your hand feels the surface until you find a box hiding in the corner.

“Great, how am I supposed to reach that! This candy better be worth the effort.”

Fingers stretch as you jump and reach for what feels like cardboard. You’re able to knock it closer and closer to you until it tumbles over the shelf and hits you on the head.

“Fuck!”

You press your hand against your forehead, feeling the impact of the sharp corner against your skin. When your eyes open, you’re both amazed, confused, and concerned about what you’re looking at.

There are at least over a hundred pictures scattered around you. Some of them have one person, others have two or three, but as you comb through the photographs, you notice there are never more than three people in the photos.

You also notice that every single picture has the same person in it: a woman with brown hair like a mountain and stormy gray eyes. She’s so beautiful, you can’t help but take in her remarkable features.

Looking closer at the pictures with a group of two, there seems to be someone crossed out in all of them, as if scratching at their face with the sharp end of a pen until their visage is completely distorted. It seems to be a masculine figure, always with an arm wrapped around the woman with brown hair and gray eyes.

What’s even more confusing is how in the pictures of three, the crossed out man is hugging the pretty brunette, but she’s holding a baby.

What are all of these pictures? Who are these people? Why is a man’s face crossed out in every single one that he’s in? And who’s that baby? More importantly, why does every picture in this box contain the same woman?

“Hasn’t Daddy ever told you that snooping is bad?”

You drop the picture as your head instantly snaps up to look at your blindfolded father. When you look back at the stack of photos now sitting beside you on the bedside table, you sputter to come up with something feasible.

Nothing comes to you.

“I wasn’t snooping, Daddy!” You look back at him with wide eyes. “I was just…I was looking for candy, and I found this box. Who are all of these people?”

Your father walks over to you, snatching the picture from your hand and gathering the others to pack away. He does everything neatly with such refined care, placing the box back in the closet where it belongs before shutting the doors.

“They’re nobody, sweetie. Why don’t you go lie down before dinner or something?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room.

Getting up off the bed, you run after him. “No, wait! Hey, I wanna talk to you!”

Your father doesn’t even bother to turn towards you. “Didn’t I tell you to go rest?”

“Dad, who are those people? Why is there a man’s face crossed out in every single one he’s in? Why are you hoarding pictures of the same woman? Who is she?”

Finally, he turns to you and sighs. “I think you’re just tired, baby. Why don’t you go do as Daddy says and take a nap?”

“No! I’m not tired! I want to know what’s going-”

Never before has your own father pressed two fingers to your forehead, knocking you out. You would feel betrayed if you could feel anything at all, but for now, you sleep.

———

Peeling your eyes open seems to be particularly hard after being put in a mini coma. Oh, yeah, that’s right. Your father FUCKING KNOCKED YOU OUT COLD.

You sit up, or try to at least, but you find that your wrists are chained to the bed, restricting your motions. You can’t help but stare at the cold steel.

“Dad! Daddy?!” you cry out for help.

He’s there in an instant, and you feel some relief but not entirely.

“Daddy, what’s going on? Did you do this to me?”

Taking a seat on your bed, he rests a hand on your knee. “I kept hoping I’d never have to face this day, but look at where hope gets you.” He removes his hand, letting his elbows rest on both knees as he fixes his gaze on his shoes. “I loved this woman named Kazumi a long time ago. She was the light in my life after Suguru left, but she loved another man. She was actually engaged, but I knew we could work things out if she gave me a chance. They had their little wedding, they had their kid…and then I couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.

He was taking everything away from me. Little by fucking little, and I couldn’t take it. I was there to bring her back to me, and everything just went all wrong!”

Satoru lets his head hang, hair supported by hands doused in luxurious cream.

“Daddy…what happened?” you whisper, horrified by the story but needing to know the end.

“He was getting in the way. He was always in the way. I had to do it. I had to. I used my cursed energy against him, but Kazumi threw herself in the way! I couldn’t…it was his fault! If he had just let us be together, she would still be alive!”

You can hear the mania in his tone, the high to low pitch accompanied by notes of mental instability.

“She threw herself in the way, and then I killed that bastard for causing me so much trouble, so much pain! He fucking deserved to die! I’m glad he’s dead! That fucking pig never should have been born! He never should have had a kid with her! It should’ve been me!”

His breath is ragged, and he takes a moment to calm his rage from the past memories as he relives them all over again.

“After I blasted him into nothing, you woke up, crying, screaming for your mommy. I decided to take you with me, and I took a box of photos that I knew she kept hidden underneath the bed of family photos and ones that she really liked of herself. I couldn’t stand him being in any of them, so I crossed him out.”

Your father turns to you with panic ridden eyes. “You’re all I have left of her. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” He presses his hands against your cheeks, cupping your face with a possessive grip.

“You killed my parents? You’re not my real dad?” It’s all you can manage to ask.

“You’re my baby girl. I raised you. You ARE my daughter. You might not be my blood, but you are my gift. She gave you to me. It was supposed to happen this way.”

“My mother didn’t give me to you! You fucking killed her and took me!”

You’re shaking beneath his fingertips, something you never thought was possible. Your father who only ever spoiled you, only gave you warning taps on your bottom to behave or else…you never imagined you’d be so afraid of him that you would be trembling with fear.

He moves his right hand to your chin, forcing you to look at his blindfold as he lowers it and reveals celestial-like eyes of blue.

“I understand it’s going to take some adjusting, but we’ll figure things out. For now, I want you to get some rest. You’ve had a rough day, kiddo.”

“No, you let me go. You need to let me go!”

You shake and pull on the shackles around your wrists. It’s uncomfortable, metal biting into your skin. Your father only watches, barely interested in your escape attempts.

“Let you go? Why would you want to leave? It’s not safe for someone as weak as you out there. Curses are dangerous, and you need me. You need me to protect you. I’m keeping you here for your own good.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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I was reading your Bruce Wayne alphabet and I saw that you had mentioned cuddlefucking and dom/sub on his kink list! Was wondering if you’d be willing to do a post where the reader edges Bruce while they’re cuddling or something like that?

Just Reader kissing Bruce all over and praising him after a hard mission making him feel head fuzzy mixed with Reader making slow love to Bruce, edging him until he’s overwhelmed (in a good way) and maybe crying a bit.

Bruce Wayne x male reader

Drabble

Ever since I wrote my bruce wayne kinktober prompt I’ve been thinking about him being submissive so much. I think Bruce would thrive with a partner to take care of him sometimes.

I wrote this with the reader being big and thick in mind, think those buff guys with a layer of chub over the muscle, but you can imagine it however you want.

The blanket was hot on top of you, it was one of the thickly woven cotton ones, made from some material that probably cost more than you could imagine. But even as sweat beaded on your brow, you simply pulled Bruce closer to your soft chest. He was laying with his back towards you, your stomach pressed into the arch of his muscular back as your arms wove around him and held him tightly.

Small huffs and muffled whines left him as one of your hands worked up and down his slick length, the heavy blanket barely moving with the motion as you pressed kisses against the bruises that littered his shoulder and neck. A needy noise left him as you nibbled at a bruise on the underside of his chin, where some goon had clocked him with a crowbar the other day. The slight pain from the bruise, mixed with the almost euphoric feeling of being held as your hand worked his length had Bruce feeling like he was gonna melt.

He had been working on cases nonstop for days, in the end you had pulled him into your shared bedroom and pulled the heavy blanket over the two of you. It had started as cuddling, as you knew your partner loved that more than anything, though he never said it out loud. But soon you found your clothes being chucked out from under the blanket, Bruces back sticking to your front from the sweat that developed from your closeness and the warmth it developed.

Maybe Bruce was dehydrated, as he panted and bit back a louder whine as you drew him near the edge before releasing your slick hand from his cock, his hips bucking from the loss of touch. It was a process you repeated a couple more times, your voice thick with praise as you kept kissing his back and neck, mumbling into his ear as you built him up only to let him fall again, not giving him the release he craved.

It was only when Bruce melted into the bed and his noises stopped being so choked, when he turned his head to hopefully catch your lips with his, when you knew he was floating slowly away to a lighter mental state that you took pity in him. The jerks and twists of your hand grew more purposeful as his noises rose in pitch, tears beading in his blue eyes as his hips twitched and his thighs tensed.

But like this he was so good, he couldn’t finish without your approval, so even as he whined and cried, he kept being good for you. It was only when you finally mumbled into his ear that he could cum that Bruce did, spilling into your palm with a shaky moan, his entire body twitching and shuddering as you dragged it out as long as possible, until his whimpers and whines became those of overstimulation.

He let out a sad noise as you crawled out from under the blanket to get what you needed to clean the two of you up, but you knew neither of you would enjoy waking up to dirty sheets, so it was a small sacrifice. But when the worst of your and Bruces sweat had been wiped off with a cloth, your hands washed, and a new blanket draped over your lovers scarred body, you crawled in beside him again.

Bruce almost arched into your touch, like a touch starved cat, melting against your pecs as he gripped onto your softer middle, a loud sigh leaving him as he seemed to melt against you. You swore he would have started purring if he had the ability, especially as you ran your hand through his hair and scratched his scalp, the already loose body growing heavier against you.

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