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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 2 months

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HIIII pls write a fic ab hwa's corruption kink 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨

Content Includes: Mommy!Hwa x sub!fem reader, 18+, nipple play, inexperienced reader, making out, reference to reader being on her period (faintly), dry humping, praise, corruption kink to the max, body worship, Seonghwa just adores you.

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Seonghwa loved your tits.

It was that simple.

He wished you wore clothes that highlighted them more, lower-cut tops and dresses and he even thought you'd get the hint when he brought you expensive push-up lingerie that emphasised those gorgeous tits of yours.

But the relationship was new for you, sex was new for you, having a man who adored you and your body was new for you.

So he...begrudgingly tried to keep it slow.

But fuck, it was hard.

Especially now, seeing you lie beside him on his bed, discomfort on your face and your hands lightly grazing over your tits through the cotton of your shirt.

'Sorry Hwa, it's that time of the month for me, I won't be the most talkative today...everything just hurts'.

His hands gently stroked your hair back as he gazed upon you with nurture and care in his eyes.

'Don't be silly, I love spending time with you anyway'

His voice was husky and soft and you know he was just being caring but your libido was up and your skin was heating up, nipples hardening through the fabric- catching Seonghwa's gaze.

'Where does it hurt the most?'

He spoke as his hand gently smoothed across your stomach, his hair falling into his eyes and his dick hardening from how warm you felt under his fingers.

'Mmmm' You hummed out as your lashes fluttered, his touch soothing you.

'My tits, they always hurt the most-so sore and sensitive'.

Seonghwa's hand gently trailed up before settling his hand just between your breasts, flattening his palm out over your clothed chest as his voice darkened, his tone shifting to something more suggestive.

'I can take care of it, make you feel better'

His eyes wandered with his fingers as they slowly trailed back down your naval, teasing the skin peeking through around your hipbone.

'But first'

Your skin shivered as he trailed them up your diaphragm, the shirt pushing up and around your rib-cage.

Seonghwa's tongue peeked out through his teeth as he licked his bottom lip in desire, your bare skin providing confirmation to his licentious mind...you were in fact bra less and SO easily accessible to his teeth and tongue.

'You have to trust me'

Bare lips pressed to yours, a heated kiss, chaste but longing for more, his long hair grazing your cheeks, his hand cupping just underneath your left breast- his thumb stroking at the underside of your anticipating flesh.

'Can you do that for Mommy?'

Your eyes widened in surprise and your pulse started to race, feeling it pulse beneath your neck as you gazed back into Seonghwa's eyes, they were darkening but not quite primal yet.

The title 'Mommy' is verbal consent in it's purest form, a nurturing term of authority that satisfied both of you- something Seonghwa never imagined he liked being called and you never imagining you liked using.

Yes, Seonghwa initiates the intimacy mostly but when 'Mommy' is used- the ball is in your court and you choose if you want to take the swing.

'I trust you Mommy, make it feel better, make me feel good'

A groan of possessiveness filled the air as Seonghwa gracefully rolled himself onto you, moving his hand to brace himself as he kissed you with fever- with need.

'I'm not going to fuck you' He huskily spoke between placing kisses on your lips and down your jawline.

'Not yet- though I think about it- all the fucking time'.

'But what I have thought about even more is burying my face in these pretty tits of yours, seeing how gorgeous they would look covered in my spit and marks'.

A final sucking kiss was pressed to the hollow of your collarbone before Seonghwa rose back up on his knees, his hands bunching the t-shirt around your shoulders and leaving you entirely exposed for him.

'So are you going to put your arms up for Mommy and let me take your shirt off?'

You permitted the offer by lifting your arms above your head, arching your head so Seonghwa could seamlessly remove the shirt, swiftly removing it and carelessly placing it on the sheets.

'Are you g-going to make it even and take yours off too?'

Seonghwa's heart flipped in his chest at your harmless quip, he could feel the slight tension in your body and his affection for you grew more.

He was the first to see you like this- he knew it, both from you admitting to being a late bloomer when he first asked you out and from how sensitive you constantly were under his faintest of touch.

'Would that help you feel less nervous?'

The softness of his voice was back and a gentle smirk graced his features as the moment softened.

'It really would- and also I really like staring and touching your chest'

A blush darkened your face and Seonghwa beamed down at you as he hoped you could feel the care he had for you in his gaze.

'Okay- anything for my precious, little star'

He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your mouth, slightly nipping your bottom lip before settling back on his knees and pulling his t-shirt over his head, his long, fluffy hair fringing his eyelashes.

'Mommy's coming back for you' He chimed in a sing-songy tone, making a low growl in his chest before ravishing your chest in quick, fast-paced kisses which led to you giggling and ruffling your hands through his hair.

'Mmmm- keep doing that'

Seonghwa's lashes fluttered as he basked in the sensation, rolling his denim-covered hips against yours as his hands gripped your sides, tilting your pelvis and causing both of you to gasp under his touch.

'Mommy loves your little noises'

His voice was muffled but becoming coarse and husky with a fever ready to burn, his teeth nipping and biting (gently) around your left areola.

'Let's see what other noises you make when Mommy does this-'

A jagged moan left your throat as Seonghwa ran his long tongue around your nipple before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking hard.

The sensation was overwhelmingly good and every single one of his licks and nips sent sparks of electricity through your body, feeling yourself becoming more sensitive and high-strung with every motion.

Breathy whimpers left your chest as Seonghwa released your nipple with a loud 'pop' and he gazed up at you with glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, hair tousled and a sheen of saliva on his lips and chin.

'You're so sensitive to Mommy aren't you? Maybe I can make you cum just from playing with your tits huh? Think you can do that for me?'

And usually you'd doubt yourself but with how sexy Seonghwa looked on top of you, with how hard he felt against you and with the seam of his jeans rolling against your thinly-covered clit- combined with his husky voice and how sensitive your body is?

It wasn't a circumstance of if but when.

Seonghwa could feel the heat of you radiating through your fingertips on his chest and back and how nestled he felt with your thighs wrapped around his hips...

How your chest was shades of pink and red with his marks and your nipples swollen, hard and slicked from his spit and kisses-

And his heart skipped a beat with how fucked out you looked, with how far gone you were from just his tongue on your nipples and jeans on your clit.

Fuck, he wanted to ruin you, his abs flexing and body trembling as he imagined how you'd look underneath him- in this exact position as you take his cock for the very first time.

Seonghwa brushed the hair out of your eyes with his hand before kissing you passionately, feverishly as his mind wandered- not really focused on how you were out of breath or how you were struggling to keep up with his pace.

The little gasp you would make as he pushes the tip in, how your eyes would widen and thighs shake underneath him, your whimpers softened by his coos as he praises you, feeling your body stretch around him-claimed only by him.

But you weren't ready and this wasn't the right time so instead Mommy's going to settle for finishing in his underwear like a man on heat.

'Mommy's not going to last long precious' He panted in your ear, his brow furrowing as he bit his bottom lip and stifled a whimper from his mouth.

'Mmm- almost there' You whined out as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you felt Seonghwa hitch your thigh further up his side, rough hands pushing you against him as he quickens his pace and grinds.

'I bet you're clenching under me right now yeah? Imagining how thick and hard I'd feel inside you?'

Seonghwa was hoping the dirty talk would work in favour of your pleasure and it was- judging by your reaction and how frantic your hips moved against his.

His warm, wandering hands slid back up your side as he spoke to you, reaching back up to massage your breasts as his fingers tweaked at your nipples.

'I just know you'll take Mommy's cock so well and you'll get drunk off how it feels'

He wrapped his lips around your right nipple, still fondling your left breast with his hand as he spoke between suckles and licks.

'You'll want it all the time, want me all the time and I'll give it to you however and wherever you want it because you're my precious, little star and Mommy wants to make you see the fucking stars while you're under me, wrapped around me, consumed by me'.

And as the coil snapped and you reached your release and as Seonghwa's hips stuttered to a stop, letting out a primal groan as he finished, his body was warm, sweaty and firm above you.

You knew Mommy would keep his promise and you couldn't wait to see what type of stars he'd make you see.

This was written for @wisejudgedragonhairdo birthday!! Happy Birthday!!!

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hypewinter · 4 months

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A continuation of this

It was amazing how interesting the hors d'oeuvre table became when one was avoiding social interaction. Danny pouted as he filled yet another plate with the tiny little snack foods. He should have listened to Mom. She had warned him he wouldn't like the party but he insisted on coming too. But how could he resist? When he heard all the fun stories his uncles told, he wanted to see for himself. And his grandpa had been so happy that he wanted to come too. Danny thought he would be in for a night of excitement especially since he'd be able to stay up past his bedtime yet instead he was currently bored out of his mind. He was also incredibly uncomfortable.

Danny didn't like how all these older people kept coming up to him and asking him weird questions or squeezing his cheeks. His mom and uncles tried to intercept as many people as possible but some people had gotten to him and. Danny didn't complain though as he's the one who wanted to come anywhere and he didn't want to seem like a brat. Plus he was still holding out hope that one of his uncles would do something interesting and if he complained, he might be taken home early.

That's why Danny had taken to avoiding his mom. She was very good at reading him and was even teaching him how to read others. If she saw him it would take 0.2 seconds for her to realize he didn't want to be here anymore. Mom was really nice so she would probably take him back home when she noticed. But Danny was a big boy and big boys suck it up for uncomfortable parties that they begged to attend. Though he still wished Sam were here. Sam? Who's Sam? He couldn't remember. There were a lot of things Danny couldn't remember. Even when he tried really hard to.

"Ah so this is the newest Wayne brat!"

Danny was pulled from his thoughts and looked up to see a man staring down at him. The man's blonde hair was very shiny. Must be full of a lot of that gel Uncle Damian liked to use. But he had put on too much and now his head looked all flat and shiny. But maybe the man liked being shiny since he had a lot of gold jewelry on too.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?" the man said harshly, his lazy brown eyes boring into Danny. His body language was practically screaming How dare you? Better than you. This man seemed to sway quite a lot too. Was he drunk? Mom had warned him to stay away from drunk people but it would be rude to just walk away wouldn't it?

Instead Danny put down his plate and signed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You just have really pretty jewelry sir."

The man's glare only intensified. "Huh? Whazzat? Talk damnit!" He began to project annoyance.

Danny furrowed his brows slightly. The man had said a bad word. You're not supposed to say bad words around children. At least that's what Grandpa Alfred had taught him when Uncle Jason got in trouble for saying one near him. It was also frustrating that this man didn't know any sign language.

Nevertheless, Danny pulled out his phone and opened the notes app. He clicked on the first page which read, "I'm sorry, I have limited speech and use sign language to communicate. However I can use this notepad instead." He held it up for the man to read.

Yet again the man didn't seem to be satisfied as he retorted, "You can speak but you choose not to? You're an arrogant little brat aren't you?" Angry. How dare you think you're above me? Uh oh.

Danny quickly scrolled down to a blank space so that he could explain it wasn't like that but he never got the chance. The man snatched the phone from Danny's hands.

"Listen you little turd," the man hissed, leaning in close. It took all the self control in Danny's body not to gag at his breath. "You may think you're all high and mighty just because you got lucky but make no mistake. You're just gutter trash. Just like all the other pests Wayne brought into his household and just like your mother."

Tears pricked at Danny's eyes. That wasn't true. Neither his uncles nor his mother were trash. They were good people. The nicest people ever. They saved Danny from that terrible terrible place and gave him lots of hugs and sweets and warmth. This man didn't know what he was talking about.

The man continued, "You'll do well to respect me as unlike you and your little pretend family, I actually come from a distinguished background. I'm not some orphan from an unknown background whose parents probably sold him for drug money. Do you hear me?" Hostile. Don't mess with me!

"If I tell you to speak to me, you speak to me. Is that clear?" You're beneath me. Know your place.

Danny didn't know how much longer he could keep the tears at bay. Luckily he didn't have to.

"Is there a problem?" There she was. Mom! In all of her glory. Her hair done up in a little bun and dressed in a suit matching his. He had actually picked it out for her.

Danny rushed over to her and clung to her leg. Not trash he projected. My family. Meanwhile, the man's attitude did a complete 180. "Ah Ms. Cassandra it's so nice to see you again! I was just complimenting your little one on how cute his suit looked on him!"

Mom ignored him and looked to Danny instead.

What happened?

Insulted you. Insulted my family. Mean man. Bad man.

Cass gently patted Danny's head. He loved when she did that. Okay now. Don't worry.

Mom turned back to the man. "For someone so much better than everyone, you really like hanging out in the Bowery," she said. I know your secret.

The man stiffened. Does she know? How does she know? "I'm really not sure what you're referring to Ms. Wayne." Nervous. Agitated.

Mom didn't say anything. Just leveled a stare at the man. His smile began slipping in the awkward silence. Panicked. Must leave.

"Well I should probably be going now. I feel like I've had too much to drink. Perhaps I'll go sit down," the man said quickly, excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, Cass turned back to Danny. Okay? Danny buried his face into her leg. Wanna go home. In the next moment, Danny felt himself being picked up and cradled in his mother's arms. Let's go home, she portrayed with a smile. Danny desperately clung to her suit as his bottom lip wobbled.

"Sorry," he whispered. He wanted her to know he really meant it. That he was truly sorry.

He felt a kiss be planted on his forehead. "Don't be," Mom replied. Danny wrapped his arms around her neck and closed his eyes, finally letting the tears he'd been holding at bay fall. He took in the warmth and love his mother showered over him. His family wasn't trash. They were his saviors.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #you be believe when the rest of his family hears what that man said to danny #his life will be ruined

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 25 days

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since we agreed to be wingmen, may i please request some relationship HCs for my pretty boy, Sol? thank you, ILY ♡ i really appreciate you!!

Insatiable (Sol x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

Anon, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. <33

I'm feeding you all well tonight. >:]

TW: Couple mentions of being railed but that's about it.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Insatiable: incapable of being satisfied : quenchless. had an insatiable desire for wealth.

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Sol had dreamed of being with you for years.

So when, after spending a long time cultivating the perfect words and personality, he would strike.

When you sat on his lap in the library, he was taking his all to not get rock-hard right then and there. Frankly, he was on the verge of fainting from how flushed he felt.

He can't wait for when he can have you on him every day and not just on his lap.

Over the course of him slowly developing a friendship with you, along with sabotaging Crowe behind the scenes, he learns everything about you. He doesn't have to rummage through old files or photos, he has you! In the flesh!

And he will use all that info to his advantage.

Gets you gifts all the time, small things he claims to have 'reminded him of you'.

Eventually asks you out after he takes you to a place with your favourite food.

You oblige, of course. How can you not? He's a delusional maniac who needs emerge- been an awesome friend to you! Plus he's hot.

When in a relationship with you, he is probably gonna show up at your residence (with permission this time!!!).

Will help you study whenever you ask for it and is actually excellent at teaching things to you.

Alas some of you choose to do other forms of exploring during that time smh

Will hold your hand if you allow it (he refuses to do anyth- a lot of things without your consent) iykyk

When in private? This man is all over and sometimes even inside you.

He's nibbling, suckling, caressing, biting, holding, hugging, kissing, railing you as much as possible.

With consent, of course.

He'd never do anything while you were, say, asleep. That'd be so naughty of him.

And he's a good boy for you, is he not?

He'll bark for you.

Sol will also cook for you. You don't have a choice, he wants to do this for you (he's good at it as well). Although...you do sometimes get weirdly sleepy after dinner.

If you get harassed by someone? They're going fucking missing.

If someone hits on you? Dead.

Someone hits you? Tortured, dead, mutilated.

Sol's a petty guy.

But is it so wrong to want his angel all to himself?

Due to the fact he's huge that's what she said and strong af, he def is the type to pick you up and take you places if you're too lazy or sore to walk, or to get something off of a high shelf.

Is 110% made for domesticity, this guy will do all the housework, also gives 'Acts of Service' vibes. (Yes I know he's all 5 but so what)

He also blushes really easily, so teasing him is an awesome form of entertainment...just. Try not to do it on the day before an event or school day.

Will bury his face into yours as much as he can, your scent calms him down.

Also will sleep however and wherever you want, he was born to be yours and to oblige every word that comes out of your gorgeous little mouth. <333

#the kid at the back #reminder that geo is superior #tkatb vn #tkatb #tkatb x reader #sol brugmansia #solivan brugmansia #sol brugmansia x reader #tkatb sol #sol x reader #took me about a month but we have a sol request yayyyy

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eamour · 1 year

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is this what you want ?

there are plenty of reasons why your desire hasn’t manifested into your physical reality yet, even if you "think" you have been persisting in the assumption that you already have it in your imagination. see, persistence guarantees success. if you persist in a thought, no matter how much you like or dislike it, it'll manifest. why is that so? it's because you are creating a belief and know that thought to be true regardless of your attitude towards it.

but do you ever think about why your desires aren't materialising? do you ever complain about how your desires take too long or never truly show up? or are you already getting tired of imagining the same scene over and over again every night, hoping it will finally manifest? well, maybe … just maybe … you don't want it enough — or at all.

who is desiring ?

when you are desiring something, who does that? who is desiring? your inner man. your real you. and that inner man clearly knows who you are, what you want, and so on.

nevertheless, we might not always be aware of what we truly want. yes, a luxurious life seems appealing, especially as it's easy to manifest — just like everything else — and because everybody wants to live lavish. but is that what you want? do you really desire that? we are told that we can have anything we want, but just because you can technically have it, do you really want to?

how to know if you want it.

you can tell if you actually desire something by your reaction to it. repeat a scene in your mind a couple of times and observe your reaction. do you get tired of it? does it no longer satisfy you? does it feel like a burden? you will have a hard time sticking to a mindset that doesn't make you happy, and will therefore fail to persist. now, those could all be signs for you that indicate you no longer or don't really want your desire (anymore).

naturally, you will want to engage with the feeling of having your desires which makes you want them in the first place. you will yearn for more of that feeling. if you're not doing that, you will pretty much remain as you are. that's how you know if you want it or not.

you must want to change self.

this is actually a phrase neville said! so, manifesting a change within your reality equals a change within yourself — and i'm not simply addressing the rearrangement of assumptions regarding external factors. no, i'm talking about how changing means to actually also change yourself. your attitude towards yourself, your set of beliefs aka your entire state changes.

wanting to feel the change.

you manifest through feeling — not in an emotional sense, but through acceptance, knowing and realising that you are in possession of your manifestation. i like the way edward art puts it: "you can imagine what you want, but in order to really feel a change in self, it must be something you deeply want." knowing that, you must change yourself, and also need to want to feel the change. because wanting our desire to unfold in our realities means to long for the feeling that will be enabled in all of us.

not looking back.

edward said "the only way to not look back is by wanting to not look back." the same way you want to look forward and claim to have your desires, you must want to not look backward and claim not to have your desires. if you want your desire, if you want the feeling, why would you want the opposite? you wouldn't. and just like that, you can choose: do i have it or not?

want and feel the feeling.

do what you want to do. desire what you want to desire. and feel the feeling you would want to feel.

"we must want to change. we must want to think greater and greater. we must want to feel the best. we must want it. we must want to feel abundant. we must want to feel the best feelings for the sake of feeling the best." — edward art

with love, ella.

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dior-luxury · 1 year

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What if reader was looking at an advertisement of Vil and told Cater, Leona, Idia, Azul, and Jamil they look far prettier and more handsome than Vil?

What would happen? Will Vil murder them?

I feel like I'm bullying Vil, help

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

Note: First of all... Poor Vil (×﹏×). Also this was kind of a hard prompt to write, but I liked the concept very much!! ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Characters: Cater, Leona, Idia, Azul, & Jamil

Dictionary: "Amor" means Love in some languages,"ジュエル" [Jueru] means 'Jewel' in Japanese.

Cater Diamond:

You two were casually taking a stroll through the nearby town with Cater.

The both of you were going back and forth talking about different subjects from time to time.

The two of you have just stopped by a nearby café where Cater insisted on taking pictures there. You two have spent almost your and Cater's life savings on.

As you were about to exit you both were greeted by a huge ad displaying one of the makeup collaborations Vil was in.

Cater looked up from his phone at the giant ad that was displayed on the holographic screen, "Oh you're looking at that. Yeah, Vil-Kun made another collaboration! He looks so pretty as always~".

You slowly nodded as you went to grab Cater's loose hand, "You are far prettier than Vil."

Cater gasped in shock from the sudden affection and words. Blushed formed around his face as you two both walked away.

"Wow~ My beloved s/o just called me prettier than Vil… I need to process this."

A drop of sweat ran down Cater's head as put a pleasant smile on his face, "I should post this event on Magi-cam!" Cater exclaimed.

He typed with his one hand rapidly as he amped up his walking speed.

Leona Kingscholar:

Ohoho, this man's ego just hit up higher- or even more than the total population of 'Twisted Wonderland', and that's saying a lot.

He naturally thinks about himself as more than Vil ever was so, props to that.

Leona can't help himself, to have the biggest grin on his face ever available, combined with his sly eyes.

His ego would be even higher if Vil was there to witness this all.

Leona tucks his loose hair behind his hair as he has a satisfied smirk on his face outlining his features. He's almost about to burst out laughing when he sees Vil's face.

Vil's face is a mixture of a lot of emotions, disappointment, disgust, annoyance... any negative emotion you could think of.

"See Vil? Little Herbivore right here thinks I'm the more handsome person in this entire room, including you."

Leona then wraps his arms around your shoulder as he exclaims tauntingly. Vil nods distressed as he waves goodbye.

Leona chuckles once more in satisfaction.

Idia Shroud:

You both were in Idia's room again chilling when you suddenly felt the urge to play 'Just Dance' with Idia.

Lucky for you, Idia was quietly on his bed listening to music. You slowly walked over to Idia's bed and sat down next to him. He looked at you confused as you handed him one of the controllers for the console.

Idia still had a confused face as you grabbed his hand and walked towards the front of the tv, "So you wanna play Just Dance?"

Idia returned a hesitant 'sure' as you both choose a random song to dance to.

You both were enjoying yourselves Idia randomly fell, causing you to burst out laughing. "Oh my god, Idia, you so appealing at this even more than Vil. I mean that in a sarcastic and non-sarcastic way."

The ends of Idia's hair turned pink as his eyes widened. He then covered his face in his hands to try and forget about the comment you have just said straight to his face.

"Wha- Y/n-"

He shook his head back and forth, holding onto his knees for dear life. You titled your head in confusion as you retracted your arms not knowing what to do.

Idia then was staying there for almost an hour as he slowly calmed down.

Azul Ashengrotto:

That comment would certainly boost his confidence. Azul defiantly strives for comments coming from his partner. It's no doubt that this one comment would have turned him into fried takoyaki.

You volunteered to take Azul clothes shopping at a nearby store Cater told you about. Azul was kind of skeptical about his whole idea of leaving the Monstro Lounge.

"I don't think I can do this, this time Amor... Who'll leave the place in charge- Ah. You'll say the twins won't you?".

Azul lowers his voice as he sighs in defeat as covers his mouth with his hand. "Alright you win. I'll go with you".

You cheer as you immediately grab his hand and run out of the door holding onto his hand.

Later, you were trying to find something that remotely fit his style until your eyes widened at a piece of clothing you found near the middle section of the store.

"What do you think?" You questioned as you turned around towards Azul holding the clothing item towards his body.

He lightly chuckled as he looked at you with awkwardness in his facial expression, "S/o, I don't think that would look good on me."

Azul's body posture turned stiff as he examined the piece of clothing, "I don't think I'm not that pretty to be wearing stuff with this-".

You put your finger on your lips to gesture silence, "What do you mean? You are hotter than you think. You could beat Vil in an appearance contest. People are so shy these days..."

You wandered off as you took the piece of clothing Azul was holding into your own hands. Azul's eyes widened so much that he didn't realize he's been blanked out while staring directly at you.

He clutched his heart as his eyes have gone all full of admiration, "I'm glad someone thinks that way." Azul laughed as immediately took the clothing item back into his hands.

"Maybe it will look good on me."

Jamil Viper:

Jamil might not come across as he cares, but he secretly wants you to shower him with those types of comments.

Something about the borderline sweetness of your voice saying that makes him want to hide in embarrassment.

The moment those words leave your lips, his face is dusted in a crimson red along his cheeks.

He urgently covers his face with his hand as he turns his head away from your face, "S/o- You can't be saying stuff like that. Kalim could come in here any minute."

You chuckle as you nod in agreement, "It's not like I'm lying your more handsome than Vil. By a landslide actually."

Poor Jamil nearly chokes on air as you repeat yourself another time. This time Jamil is about to die on the floor from the amount of heat pouring on his face.

He uses another hand to cover his face as he slowly dies out of embarrassment. He refuses to even turn around when he's in such a phase.

"Jueru, you can't keep doing this to me."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst headcanons #twst imagines #jamil viper x reader #cater diamond x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #idia shroud x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons

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tokoyamisstuff · 9 months

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Yandere! Buggy Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Ask, and you shall recieve!

"The Self-Indulgent Yandere wants to be worshipped by their Darling. They’re selfish, satisfying their own desires and whims without restraint. They act according to what they want rather than thinking of what’s best for themselves or others. They want their Darling to pamper them and often express impatience when gratification is delayed. They have a “me first” attitude and become disgruntled when having to do something that isn’t on their agenda." [x]

Warnings: A lotta Red Flags, y'all know what you're in for.

Notes: GN! Reader, Not Proofread

A/N: I'm not very good at that trope and it's like 4am, so please bear with me.

SFW

Buggy is pretty much the standard case of "masked inferiority complex". His brain literally cannot not comprehend the possibility of someone being actually nice to him without an ulterior motive.

So when you're showing even the tiniest bit of affection towards him, he sees it as mockery or act of self-preservation. Because surely you are as afraid and disgusted as everyone else, right?

Yet when you don't stop being genuinely nice to him he'll quickly get addicted to your interactions - and his little crush irritates him beyond belief. How dare you making him so soft after the decades he had spent to built this defensive wall around himself!

This mess of a man is literally overchallenged with complex emotions, especially when they don't revolve around himself. Love and connection are just foreign to him. Doesn't know whether to kill or kiss you at first. Decides he wants the latter, your luck (or is it?).

No, it is too good to be true. But hey, he decides that if he cannot love you he can at least possess you! That's more his style!

If you're not part of his crew already he will certainly kidnap you without question. Shall someone close to you try to save you, bad news they're not going to live long. He may spare them though, if you beg hard enough.

Life on the ship will be pretty lonely, since Buggy will punish or kill even his own men out of a whim, shall they ever interact with you more than necessary.

He's basically like a big child, constantly needing to take care of - only if you fail with him, it might've deadly consequences (for everyone but you of course). So you need to always be on high alert and tiptoe around him, choosing your words wisely and so on...your opinion and actions mean so much to him he'd destroy whole countries just to impress you.

Will carve his initials into your skin, barely deep enough for it to scar. He doesn't particulary enjoy seeing you in pain, but doesn't feel remorse either. It was simply a quick idea of his, wanting to mark you as his property. Does the same on his own skin to calm you down.

Closeness is his biggest weakness with you, even eyecontact a hard task when right next to you. Kissing is completely off the table, yet he might to it when you're asleep or only on the top of your head. It's just how insecure he feels about his appearance.

Constantly feels the need to perform in order to gain your approval if not even affection, yet does it with very questionable actions like blowing up a whole village for your sake and gifting you all of it's riches.

His actions will be very ambivalent: On the one hand he'll shower you with attention and gifts, on the other he can be very cruel if your behavior isn't exactly what he wished for.

Like he could gift you some expensive jewlery and give a great speech about what he did to get it for you, but when you don't react as he expected he'll have a violent ourburst - other crewmembers will have to suffer for it, though.

While he'd never physically hurt you most of the time, his tongue however can be very sharp. The man is simply great at manipulating. Will gaslight you into utter submission given time.

When drunk he'll show his more vulnerable site. Will stumble into your room and sneak under the covers with you, showering you in compliments and affirmations he usually never say aloud. Acts like nothing happened the next day, sadly.

NSFW

Oh, this man is starved. And guess who's his favourite meal. It's hard to restrain oneself with that mixture.

Buggy loves to show off his precious s/o, forcing you into sinfully short costumes for the show - will kill anyone daring to stare at you for longer than he approves of, however.

Has you restraint in the most unholy positions, a twisted version of contortionism or so he says - but let's be real this is more for his personal entertainment than the actual show. It's like foreplay for him.

This man has no shame. Has thought about fucking you right in front of an audience more than once - but on the other hand he wants to keep the sight of your naked body only to himself.

Besides drinking, sex is one of his favourite ways to let off some steam. Whether you're in the mood or not is irrelevant, he knows you'll oblige eventually.

Basically takes you whenever and wherever he pleases, but his throne is his favourite place especially for blowjobs. Makes him feel all high and mighty.

You'll learn to read his mood simply from the way his steps sound when on the way to your room. More often than not heavy steps are followed by the door slamming open, Buggy eagerly throwing you onto the next best surface and using you like a fuckdoll.

Might use harsh words you during the act, reminding you how sick you are for letting a freak like him do all of those things to you.

Since he hates being vulnerable, you're not allowed to touch him most of the time. Maybe in the heat of the moment his lips might crash over yours, but he's quick to regain his composure.

Rather bends you over some furniture, your face pressed against a treasure map he forgot to wipe off the table as he roughly pounds into you.

Is very feral during the act. Not that he is sadistic or something, more like erratic. Also, it's a form of communication for someone that doesn't know how to put his feelings into words. Wants you to look at him? Janks your hair. Wants to show that you're his? Leaves a bitemark. Actual violence is off limits though.

Fucking you in front of a mirror to see you actually enjoy it despite everything is probably the best feeling in the world for him.

Is surprisingly great with aftercare, possible due to the rush of hormones or maybe even a bad conscience, who knows? Would never admit it, though, claiming he only does it as a reward and because he needs you in good shape in general.

Still, he never leaves immediately after the act. Will stay and dwell in what he thinks to be a fake proximity, hands ghosting a bit longer over your tender skin and inhaling your scent. It helps him feel as if you were just an ordinary couple - at least for a while.

#lately I've been cringing at my own writing idk #Buggy / Reader #Buggy x Reader #Buggy The Clown #Buggy OPLA #Writing #Self Insert #Headcanons

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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With a reader who's not used to affection

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Could you do Chuuya, Dazai and any other characters ( idrc cus i'm pan ) of your choosing with a reader that's not used to affection and sometimes flinches / shivers in a reaction to them being touched :)" ◜By lovely anon!! ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Suggestive content

Word Count: 1.2K

↳Osamu Dazai

§ Dazai likes physical contact, and he also likes to tease; but he's a really understanding and loving partner once he starts a relationship with someone he loves too (Though it will take him a pretty long time to admit that he has real feeling for you but that's another story), so he won't be on the teasing part too much. Emphasis on "Too much". He will still tease you, brush his hand against yours when walking next to each other and eventually get a hold of it, surprising you with a light peck on your cheek especially if you're in public and rests his hand on your shoulder, all to see how your cheeks rose in light pink and of course, because he loves the feeling of your skin against his.

§ He won't force you into anything or suddenly throw himself on you (although he will get there eventually, that's inevitable lol); he starts from small, simple touches and takes his time, preparing you step by step until you fully get used to him touching you affectionately, and then he'll start touching you in his own ways hehe~ (stopping here, gonna keep this SFW)

§ Dazai is huge on kisses- He'll kiss you on the cheek while throwing some cheesy pick up line or a tatty compliment your way, planting small, wet kisses on your neck with his arms wrapped around you from behind in the morning when you're making breakfast for him, pepper kissing your face when you're all snuggled against him in bed at night; he'll leave you with no option other than to adapt to his touchy attitude because this man cannot keep his hands off you for a mere second, and also because you do like it, despite quivering every time he lays a hand on you.

§ Loves to see you struggle when you want to give him a kiss as well, but this feels all new and you still find it hard to express your love for him through affectional gestures. The expression you wear whenever he catches you off guard with a kiss or perhaps a surprise hug has him walking on air, because you are so cute and he can never ever get enough of you. He has mixed feelings because although he wants you to get used to his touch, he also loves the affect he has on you. Don't even get me started on the shivers.

The documents you were working on were complicated, wordy and required a lot of concentration; but you were dazed ever since you woke up that day, and your boyfriend's lips on your ear shell were not exactly "helping".

"Mhm... Why did you stop typing, Bella? I hope I'm not distracting you from your work"

Did he actually mean it? Well, you had doubts about that.

"You kinda are right now, Osamu.

Dazai let out a deep breath and smiled when you shivered as your skin warmed up, lips brushing against the crook of your neck and getting pleased when he felt you bating your breath.

"Why is that, baby? I'm just minding my own business right now"

What was his business? To distract you from your work, or to get you all tempted? It didn't really matter; because either way, he was going to get what he wanted.

You.

"Maybe you should take a break and cuddle with me. I've heard that cuddling with your boyfriend can really help you ease your mind and relax"

This was the exact kind of stuff he would deceive Kunikida to fill up his notebook with, but in your case, it was mostly true. You could never deny how warm you felt when he was around, nervous but the kind that would make your heart flutter as his fingers traced down your skin.

"Yeah... Maybe I should"

Dazai smiled when you turned around and cupped his face to pull him closer, feeling deeply satisfied; not because of the fact that he won again, but because he got to feel your soft, warm lips against his.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

§ Chuuya is an extremely understanding partner as well. Given that his love language is acts of service, he might not realize it at first sight, but after a while he'll get a clue. No matter how much you've let your guard down, gasping and literally jumping in your seat when he places a hand on your shoulder is not a normal reaction.

§ He's the type of guy to blame himself for things that ae not even his fault, and this also happens in this case. Maybe it's because you don't want him to touch you, maybe he makes you uncomfortable and a thousand of maybes and doubts fill his head and make him insecure about the whole situation. He gets a bit distance at first, to give you the space you want to yourself; a space where he assumes he doesn't belong to.

§ It eventually hits him after a while, and makes him sad. Why aren't you used to doting touches? Because you didn't get them much. As your boyfriend, he feels responsible; so he showers you with love and compliment, and perhaps a loving kiss on your forehead or a possessive grip around your waist when you're out in public.

§ Chuuya starts teasing you once he feels that you've gotten used to his soft touches; not as much as Dazai would but still, since he loves to fluster you and he's only human (Or maybe not, but we're not here to talk about that). He won't do PDA since the risk of his enemies targeting you is high, but when you're alone in his office, you're not allowed to sit anywhere else other than your special spot, his lap. Having his arm wrapped around you while he's doing paperwork has become a habit of yours. Whenever you enter the room you automatically head to his chair and make yourself comfortable on his lap, where you'll always be welcomed; even when he has so much work to do.

§ Sleeping in the same bed is pointless unless you're in his embrace, right? His arms will be wide open for you to bask yourself in the warmth of his chest, to feel safe and secure because he will protect you, no matter what.

A nice night in winter should starts with a tasty meal, a cup of hot cocoa and end with your head on your boyfriend's lap when he's sitting in front of the fire place; although that part wasn't exactly planned by you.

It's pleasant to feel Chuuya's bare hands once in a while, delicately tracing down your cheeks to your neck. An comfortable silence is present in the room because you're both too drowned in your thoughts; Him thinking about how soft your skin is, like a new born baby, and you thinking about how much you don't want this to end, given how hard you're trying to prevent yourself from dozing off.

It's a battle between you and him, to see if you can keep up when his fingertips are so gentle, tenderly drawing meaningless patterns on your skin, your hair or wherever they can reach. After a few minutes you finally give in, drifting to wonderland, defeated by Chuuya's love and care. In the middle of your sleep you can feel his arms getting wrapped around you to carry you to bed, smiling softly when you feel his figure next to you, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

Everything feels so new, but with him by your side, you've got nothing to be afraid of.

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mushroomwoods · 9 months

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Soft.

the inherently good guy, the one who'd sacrifice his whole life if it meant saving those he cared for, the one who'd turn into someone else entirely if that's what his love wished for. that's who sky was, and even when some said it was too overbearing, he'd rather say it was just the soft spot he had for you.

character — Sky, romantic.

cw — typical yandere content, unhealthy views of relationships, manipulation/gaslighting, obsessive tendencies.

as aways, my interpretation of Sky is not the best, man's a fucking mystery to me, but still, I'm pretty proud of it even if it turned shorten than my usual works. @yourlocaltreesimp, the meal is served, darling, a hot n cute manipulative bastard for the main course. hope you like it <3

Sky presence was... soft.

Soft spoken, mild mannered, borderlining a shy demeanor and most of all, harmless.

A hero, the Hero of the Sky. The one who defeated a god all by himself, yet preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch as the others took the lead. A leadership he was more than capable of taking, but choose not to.

Sometimes his gentle nature made you forget about just how strong he could be, yet he made no point to prove it wrong even when you bickered playfully, saying you'd get stronger than him if he continued to laze around.

He would just smile each time.

You naively took that as a sign that he was playing along with your jokes, the ever so gentle and caring Sky, going out of his way to make you comfortable.

And well.

It wasn't entirely wrong.

He was indeed trying to make you feel comfortable around him. The lovely and caring you, who would shy away if Time so much as started to frown, or would actively cower if Twilight ever growled beside you.

That's why Sky felt like he had to try so hard to appear as mild as possible.

Always gentle, always caring, always the one you could turn to when you needed someone to rely one.

And it felt so fucking satisfying when his name was the first to fall from your lips whenever danger arouse, it was almost impossible for him to hide the victorious grin who stretched over his face.

Yet to you it just seemed like a friend eager to comfort the poor, restless you, too unaware of the hazy craziness hid just underneath his skin.

It was a wonder how you didn't notice when his fleeting touches started to turn more and more possessive, bruising even, when he was at the verge of losing his own damn mind. How he started to demand more and more of your time with each passing day, how any of your rest times were hogged away by the skyloftian pulling you away for a well deserved nap.

How his eyes thinned uncharacteristically when any of the other heroes ever dared spend a little too long beside you.

And of course said heroes scampered away as soon as his patience threaded on a thin line, after all, they were no fools to try and test the first reincarnation ire.

But you never noticed any of this, you'd possibly never do until you were too far in his honeyed trap, too willingly beside him to ever think of letting go.

After all, he had always been good at playing the good guy and if that was what it took to receive your love, he'd fully master this art.

Sky was soft, if only you didn't look at the visceral pile of bodies he faithfully hid from your untainted eyes.

#linked universe x reader #sky x reader #lu sky #fungi's delicacies

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naavispider · 1 month

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I'm curious, what do you think Spider would look like if RDA insisted on "humanizing" him? I mean, if Q, with his nicer personality not like in Caught, had the task of changing his clothes and hair, what would he choose so that Spider wouldn't hate it so much and Ardmore would be satisfied?

Oooo, a nice Quaritch forced to 'tame' his wild son... There's a lot of potential there and I'd read about it any day! Here are some of my headcanons for how this would play out:

Spider wouldn't believe Quaritch at all to begin with. He'd assume Q was just using Ardmore as an excuse and that all these changes were really coming from his own father.

Q would try of course to explain, but Spider is stubborn and doesn't believe a word. Q slowly starts to hate himself the more he pushes Spider away, and because the man has zero healthy coping mechanisms, this self hatred can sometimes manifest in frustration at Spider.

It would take a bit of time for Spider to actually start to believe that Q cared about him. Q would try and show it everyday, but his words often weren't enough, so he'd try and bring Spider small things that would make him feel better. Home comforts like his favourite foods (human of course, until Quaritch learned how to slip Pandoran fruits into his meals), books about Pandora/the different Na'vi tribes, etc

Quaritch would try giving Spider a choice (eg which clothes do you want) but Spider would quickly refuse either option, forcing Quaritch to choose for him. Probably, Spider didn't think that Q would follow through, but he gets a nasty surprise one day after his shower to find his loincloth missing and only human clothes laid out.

Probably standard sweatpants/cargos, which Spider would roll up to three-quarter length. In terms of tops, the only brand new clothing options that Quaritch could source were the t-shirts that formed parts of various uniforms within the RDA. Bridgehead doesn't have a mall, so I think it's likely he had to swing by lost property to pick up some actual 'real' clothes (or civvies as Quaritch calls them).

I'm kind of obsessed with Ian Garvin's logo shirts in A2, I think the costume designer did an amazing job. I can see Spider refusing most shirts of a similar design, apart from maybe one or two he takes a liking to. Nothing with a joke or play-on-words on it, but maybe something with a cool print of the planet on.

As for the hair, Q would leave it until he absolutely had to cut it (Ardmore is getting angsty). He'd try and explain to Spider as gently as possible why he needed to cut it. After a pretty miserable conversation, Spider finally relents and lets Q cut it (considering the only other option was a buzcut). "There you go, tiger..."

Q would leave it long enough that Spider could still style and braid parts of it, but short enough that is conventionally 'acceptable' for a boy.

Spider wouldn't reply, just letting the tears fall silently onto the floor. When Q was done, he'd shove him away as hard as he could and retreat backwards, turning away from Q and ignoring him for the rest of the day.

Spider would of course braid whatever parts he could of his remaining hair (and Quaritch somehow manages to procure the mini elastic bands for him).

He also lets Spider know that his armbands, jewellery and songcord are safe and that he's storing them securely.

#spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #miles spider socorro #avatar 2 #atwow #recom quaritch #my stuff #ask

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flustered-muttgirl · 3 months

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First Injection Anxiety

[TW: Talk of Needles/Injection, Force Masc, F-Slurs and other degrading praise]

Hey, I know the first shot can be pretty intimidating. That's totally normal, just remember to take it one step at a time and—…

What's that? You want me to be a little mean? You want to pretend like I'm force mascing you? Oh you silly, precious, stupid boy. Anyone with half a brain already sees what you are faggot: the only one pretending is you. I refuse to let you keep lying to the man you wish to see for another second. I'll hold you down and do it myself if I have to—preyboys like you don't have a choice.

But we both know that won't be necessary. We both know how desperately you want to be a good mutt. It's no secret how well behaved you are in a hazy heat. Gosh, you're already such a needy degenerate~ I can't wait to see how your intensity improves on T. Think about how desperate you'll be as your cock becomes bigger and bigger, how sensitive you'll be when overstimmed, how satisfied you'll be shoving your hard cock into a moaning slut. You know this is right. You want to become a fat, hairy man who exchanges head nods down every hallway and sidewalk. You want to be the person everyone goes to first to lift something heavy. You want this.

That's why you're going to be such an obedient boy for me. You're going to wash your hands and open all of the gathered supplies. You're going to put on one of your favorite playlist or a long song and fall into the familiar rhythm for a moment. Good boys remember to take a breath and smile at the future. Don't you want to be a good boy? If you are a good boy, you'll put more than enough rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball when disinfecting the needles and top of the vial.

Enjoy the next part, for only once do you choose the location of your first anointment. This stunning part of your body will only become more divine after every weekly sanctification. It will become a shrine to all you've wanted and will plant a bridging happy trail through rolling hills of hair. Already you've bore witness, gel has commenced the redirection of attention stolen by the sacrilegious back onto the perfection as it should be. Shots will only further remedy the visual flow towards the hollowed belly and away from the blasphemous chest through deflation. No longer will it sit in the spotlight. No longer will you pretend you are content. You want to become a deified faggot instead a pitiful fraud. You don't want to be feminine. You want this.

You need this. You need to take your first needle, draw outer air into your syringe, push this air into the upside-down testosterone vial, and finally draw this godly nectar. You will not be overly worried about air-bubbles in the syringe—I promise it will not harm you if injected. You will instead focus on drawing significantly more T than needed such that you can easily press the plunger down to your prescribed volume. Well behaved men make it a habit to discard the first drawing needle into a sharps container immediately after removing the syringe from the vial. They also screw on the second syringe before taking a breather and relaxing into the music.

Amazing. I know you'll be doing so well. Don't forget to think about the greatness resting in your limp wristed hands. Think about how your body hungers for testosterone. Think about how your arms will swell. Think about how much easier it will be to throw around your partners. Think about my thumb stroking your stubble and palm cupping your sharpened jaw upwards, gaze into mine. Think about how right this is. Think one step at a time.

Remember to breathe. Remember that the anticipation is always worse than the pain. Remember you have music to summon movement. Remember to take it slow and steady.

45 degrees into the spot chosen. One hand using the handles (without touching the plunger) and the other hand securing the area taught. When the needle is fully submerged, slowly empty its contents.

Retreat and rejoice, that's it. You’ll follow these directions like such a good pup. Don’t let it slip your mind, once the sharp is disposed of, place a colorful bandaid over the punctured holy land. Smile. Relax. Lean back. Feel the testosterone spread through its new home. Feel how right it is. This day will be the first day of growing into a body that fits you. The first day towards becoming the faggot you were always meant to be.

Don't forget to look down at that cute little bandaid. Don't be fooled, that's not just some bandaid, it's a badge of honor. Only the best mutts get this kind of sticker. The kind of good mutts who deserve the best treats. You do want to be a good mutt, right? Oh I know you do.

Don't forget to put your supplies away and toss the wrappers. Listen to your hunger and libido on T day. Guzzle down a pantry of calories and edge hours by desire. This is the liquid gold pushing you into your destined path. Let it teach you how to be an improper man and a needy slut. Embrace the testosterone. Embrace the needle. Embrace your masculinity.

#pup whimpers #pup howls #t4t nsft #nsft t4t #forced masculinization #forced masc #targeted lol #actually im pretty proud at how this turned out #force masc #autoandrophilia

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austinsdemise · 9 months

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I made this while sleep deprived and gossiping with my bestie 🤭 sorry if it’s shit, it’s what me and my Pookie made up for him

Head-cannons:

bbg is THICK OMFG

There is no sfw option for this guy, he's horny 24/7.

Though I don't believe he's a virgin, he sure does act like one. He's so sensitive, even after y'all have done it multiple times, he still wants more.

Down right a sex freak with how many times he wants to do it a day. And when you guys do do the deed, he's up for 7-8 rounds. At least 6 times a week.

he that he has a pear shaped body, seeing as he's thick in the hips. And yes I do have the figurine to back up this claim.

His nipples are VERY sensitive. Please play with them, he doesn't like doing it himself if he has you there with him. Tug, pull, lick, bite, he does not care. He can get off just by you playing with them.

Enmu is submissive, bc no way in hell is this man is able to dom anyone. Arching his back like that for Muzan? Well he does it even harder for his darling, minus the clothes.

Tie him up? Go ahead. The feeling of being at his partners mercy just makes his dick throb in anticipation. Because he knows he can rip straight through the man made rope but chooses to humor his dear.

Seeing how he is already a very feminine guy, he won't hesitate to dress up for you. His plush thighs look amazing in stockings and fishnets. Garter belts are Enmu's favorite accessory. The tightness of the leather squeezing his upper thigh while you give him head? Amazing. But if you're pegging/fucking him from behind while pulling him back by his garter belts, prepare for this little shit to be whining and whimpering your name all night.

Okay so maybe he has dominated his darling once or twice. Y'all know how his "true" form is a tentacle train monster? so he may or may not of fucked his love in that form. Every single one of darlings holes were filled, cum basically everywhere. It was a whole mess but it left the two of you satisfied, exhausted, but satisfied. Did Muzan find you two in that situation? Yes. Was it embarrassing? Yes.

Enmu is obviously loyal. But he is no where near as loyal to his partner as he is to Muzan. Yes he still loves you, but his obsession with the demon king runs deep. If you guys don't like that he, let's just say he has had so many thoughts that included his love and Muzan dominating him at the same time.

If his darling is male, cock warming is the way to go. He's hopping on your dick at any moment of the day just to feel it inside him. Honestly, this man fucks like a rabbit, wanting to either breed or be bred all the time.

Only thing I can think of that Enmu would love more about his lover, was if they were part of the upper moons. So merry at the fact he was able to catch the attention of a stronger individual. Which means he can be held in stronger arms<3

Let's say you're an upper moon. Enmu is so down bad the first time he meets you. Doing exactly what he did for Muzan in that one scene. Y'all know what I'm talking about, the one where he arches his back. Anyways he does that, and it doesn't phase you. So now he's bent over at your feet, kissing the tops of them.(y'all are not bare footed like the blueberry toed baker)

If you decide to give him a chance, and you're anatomically male, he's currently being bent over a table and fucked into it. Begging for more as his ass gets slapped and pounded into. Not getting a break because he was begging in his knees for it, so he shall receive.

If you're anatomically AFAB, he's laying on his back, being suffocated by the dripping pussy sitting on his face. Wet slurping noises being a prominent sound throughout the infinity castle as he passionately eats his darling out.

Find a way to fuck him good and hard in the ass and he's mewling for more. Drool seeping down his chin and sharp nails digging into anything they can. And yes, he does draw blood.

He's pretty okay with aftermath, doing the bare basics of giving his darling a wash cloth and getting them water.

But like the pillow princess he is, he likes to be taken care of like always. Snuggling into his partners chest right after, the warmth fueling his cold and technically dead form :D

Kinks: Bondage, Feminization, Pegging, Choking, Dacryphilia, S&M, Overstimulation, Being Bred/Breeding Literally name any kink and he’s on his knees in front of you begging to try it.

#Enmu #Enmu smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no Yaiba smut #kny #kny smut #i want him #femboy

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nourrris · 2 months

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I'm happy there was no season 4.

This could either be a popular, or very unpopular opinion, I'm unsure as frankly I've only began watching two days ago, and finished the show already, (god it was beautiful).

Anyways, I very firmly believe anything after a season 3 would have likely ruined the storyline, it ended on such a beautiful note, something that's so perfectly them. I'm also in a way, happy they never actually did kiss, although realistically I had been rooting for it to happen, the fact it didn't doesn't bother me one bit, it really brings out all the intimacy in their prior actions, and words, I love that their love was batshit insane, that it didn't need a kiss or pda to believe it was reciprocated, frankly surrendering eachothers lives together was more than enough for a confirmation.

But continuing on, I believe a season 4 would have been too messy, they left s3 on a very difficult position to recover off, and a position that didn't need recovering either, it didn't need fixing or changing - not one bit. It was so perfect in my opinion, their last things they did was kill a man together to save one another, then kill themseleves together, literally how much more fitting could it have been for these murder husbands? It just worked so well, that nothing can be more intimate than death for them, in my opinion.

Latching onto the last part of the first section of the post, I really liked how they portrayed the reciprocity of Will's feelings towards Hannibal. When Bedelia ask's Will if he 'aches' for Hannibal too, and it cuts off to another scene, I generally already took that as a yes, as it was a big damn claim, I don't think it's something you easily hesitate on, not when the person in question is a cannibalistic murderer. When he chooses to save Hannibal, and jump off the cliff with him though, that is the real confirmation of course, choosing to leave his wife and son, all friends and absolutely every inch of the life he made - for Hannibal, a man he physically could not get over no matter how hard he tried.

It's perfect, sorry I just finished the show today (like a few hours ago) and I love it so dearly, I've never watched something where the ending felt so genuinely satisfying, even if it seemingly hadn't meant to felt like a finale in that manner, it worked amazingly, I'm very glad it wasn't a s2 situation with such an insane cliff hanger, or else I would have probably just.. never watched the show. Some say it does feel like a cliff hanger, but eventually you can come to terms and realize that their actions, a double suicide in the name of love(?) couldn't possibly surpass anything else they've done at that point, their action's have led them to either horribly idiotic situations, or blissful moments.

Lastly I wanted to mention my original assumption of the ending, I midway through season 2 found out Hannibal was actually a incomplete cancelled show, also prior to that I found through spoilers that will eventually has a wife. Those facts are important because I very weirdly am a person who cannot consume a media without spoilers, (my anxiety is due to that). So I just about know every ending of a show before I'm even halfway into it, although I tend to prefer to wait later, I wondered if finishing the show was worth it so i searched it up, and watched briefly the ending, It was very relieving as if it actually did truly end in a heterosexual way it would have immediately made me quit the show, as yes they are intimite but I still did want any type of closure, without it I would have felt at most pretty indifferent with the ending.

Anyways, the show is beautiful, I love it so so much, even if it's a complete change in genres for me, I love the characters, I love the artistry and creativity in the show, and god do I love the ending.

(edit a day later: guys i totally missed that last scene w bedelia at the end, i still prefer s3's ending but did not know it was implied they were alive!!??!)

#hannibal tv show #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham #sorry if theres typos #tis 10:30am #ive been awake since 5pm #spent all day watching hannibal (whoops)

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assorted-things · 3 months

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My thoughts on the ending

This is probably going to be a bit rambling and disconnected, so bear with me...

(This got far longer than I meant it to be...)

Does anyone else feel that the Deserter is a reflection of the person Harry could have been, if he hadn't lost his memory? The bitterness and anger and inability to let go of the past remind me of a lot of things that the Ancient Reptilian Brain and the Limbic System say in the dream sequences... I think that Harry's amnesia is a gift, in a way - it allows Harry to eventually let go of the past and decide what kind of person he wants to be now. One of the first dream sequences shows Harry a vision of himself as the hanged man, and I think in a way the old Harry did die when he lost his memories. One of the reasons the game was so affecting emotionally to me is that you as the player are the one getting Harry to turn his life around, if that's how you choose to play it, because it really makes you feel involved and part of Harry's story. It's one of the reasons why I don't think the game would work well as a TV adaptation - I think it would really lose a lot of its emotional impact without your input. It really moved me that I could get Harry to go from screaming that he "doesn't want to be that kind of animal any more", to telling the Phasmid: "I'm glad to be me - an incredibly sensitive instrument".

I really love how the tone of the game manages to be somehow hopeless and hopeful at the same time. Maybe the world is doomed by the Pale, and the Revolution failed, and maybe Revachol is a shithole, but... you can find that there are things worth loving and saving in this broken world. You're subconscious tries so hard to convince you that it's all terrible and evil and that you should just give up and let the darkness take you, but all of your actions through the game can prove that voice wrong. It tells you you're not helping anyone, but depending on how you play the game, you are: you found Billie's husband, and even though he's dead, at least now she knows and won't have to wait forever for him to come home when he won't; Cuno has someone who actually listens to him and takes what he has to say seriously; you got Plaisance to bring Annette in from the cold; you stopped the mercenaries from killing as many people as they might otherwise have done (it went pretty badly in my playthrough, but I tried), and you gave Kim a friend. I love the message it seems to be trying to put across that even if the world is ultimately doomed, you can and should still try to find the good in it, and make a small part of it a better place. And maybe in the end it won't change anything, but the fact that you had hope enough to try matters. And maybe if enough people thought that way, they could change reality for the better - maybe there was a grain of truth in that infra-materialist stuff all along. Maybe it sounds corny, but I found it very touching.

This is... sort of where the Phasmid comes in for me, because everyone thought the existence of the Insulindan Phasmid was impossible, but because you believed in it enough, you were able to prove it was real. And if the Phasmid is real, then maybe other things that people thought were impossible can happen, too... It makes me feel very satisfied that I chose "SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN" when I painted that wall. It seems fitting.

I also love the fact that the Deserter being stuck in the past is literally killing him. And... he talks a big game about being the last real Communist or whatever, but in the end, how is he actually helping the working class by clinging to his bitterness and refusing to let go of what could have been, instead of trying to do something to help the people around him? Even though Harry is flawed, and on his own can't change the world, he's made a difference to the people around him, which is better than being consumed by bitterness and doing nothing at all.

In the end, I think for me one of the core themes of the game is faith/belief (not necessarily in a religious sense)... I think that something that really helps is Kim's belief in Harry. He's so kind to Harry, when he could just as easily write him off as a shambling alcoholic. I think Kim's faith in you makes you want to live up to what he thinks of you, so... I'm not sure how coherent I'm being here, but it's a bit like how Harry believing in the Phasmid lets him make it a definite reality - Kim's belief in Harry as a great detective, or someone who could be a great detective, makes Harry a better person, I think. (At least, that's my take on it - I got so attached to Kim as a character that I really wanted to make him proud of my version of Harry!) And in the end, his faith wasn't misplaced. Again, he can't change the world, and he's human and not a saint (much as Harry may think he is), but Kim choosing to be kind did make a difference, even if it was only to one man.

tl;dr This is going to sound unbearably pretentious, but if someone asked me if video games can be art, this is the game I'd point to and say "yes".

#this game's story and world have just grabbed my heart and squeezed #I'm Not OK #Disco Elysium #Splash plays games #Disco Elysium spoilers

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mehiwilldoitlater · 9 months

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Who's going to save you from an unwnated marriage ( modern au):

Kaeya: Being friends with him since the beginning of your college years, it was almost impossible not to notice how deeply in love he was. He was charming with everyone; you two were just friends, right? But more than his own, he wanted your happiness. So, when you told him that you finally found a significant one, he smiled, as always, while crumbling inside.But he decided to keep his mouth shut; his love for you was enough to just let you go—until he found out how despicable your loved one was and how bad you were for each other. But you still hold on to the idea that, despite all that, you loved them just as much as they loved you. How sad was that? And how sad was it when Kaeya found out that you were getting married?One question came to his mind: did you want this?You said yes, for sure you do, but...did you really want to spend your life with someone who treated you so badly? That didn't value our feelings at all.Kaeya didn't want to just make them pay and make them suffer just as much as you; he wanted them completely defeated.On the day of the wedding, he'll show up, just as promised, just to remind you of all the bad things that have happened, how many dirty secrets they hold at your back, and to ask you if you really want all of this. It's your choice in the end, but he really hopes that you can choose him.

Diluc: He knows you're such a good soul that you can forgive every mistake and every bad deed from anyone. That's the main reason that he fell for you so hard! He wished he could have told you his feelings, but he was scared. He was scared to lose someone for whom he cared so much, just like his father. No, he preferred to have a broken heart than lose you for good, to be your good old friend Diluc, than a sad man who couldn't protect you from this cruel world. That was once he found out about their secret. He knows that no one is perfect—not even him, not even you, but them. How could they just hurt you so deeply and walk away like nothing happened? Didn't they have the heart to know how bad this is? And you! You've got such a good heart, but why let them treat you that way? And then there was the marriage proposal. He doesn't care if he loses his composure; no, he will never accept it! He doesn't care if he'll argue with you, interrupting the great message of their proposal to you! He doesn't care that he'll need to find a good detective just to finally get every proof that he needs to show you that they're not the good ones! He doesn't care if you hate him; the idea of seeing you with someone like them is worse than losing you.

Childe:To him, it was a game. It was always a game. They were perfect, and you? You were just so small and so simple. You almost gave up on them since they were so unreachable. Such a sad story. Yet, Childe hoped that, maybe, without the sun around him, his pretty little star would have finally started to consider him. He wanted you, but he loved the chase, and they were the perfect match that he needed. And he was fine when they got you as their beloved! He can take a break, after all, if you are satisfied, but then you started to call him in tears. It wasn't just one time; it happened a few—no, a lot, to be fair. That was what made him lose it. That was enough for Childe to finally make you understand that they weren't worth it to you and that they were not made for you. But you were so difficult, always so ready to forgive and forget... Childe didn't forget, never once, especially the day that they proposed to you, the same day that they suddenly disappeared. Childe will be there to wipe your tears and make sure you'll never find out the truth.

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#genshin impact #diluc #kaeya #childe #genshin x reader

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