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preeningpisces · 1 month

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Nanami NSFW Headcanons

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18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby fem!reader

Enjoy! 💙

☆ Starting controversial agaaaain, but like I said with Toji, I just don’t see him being a hard dom either. This man will never call you a whore, would be offended if you requested he call you a bitch or cumdump—I think he’d be okay with slut, but he wouldn’t say that unless you ask

☆ Very firm about his boundaries, he won’t do anything he doesn’t feel comfortable doing & you won’t be able to change his mind. Very respectful of yours & will never push them

☆ Lowkey loves to be praised & doted on. His ears turn very pink when you tell him how good he’s making you feel, or how big his cock is, or if you tell him his voice is sexy

☆ The fact you find his voice sexy confuses him—he thinks it’s too monotone, and he isn’t exactly the smoothest guy out there with his words. He’s not very talkative in general, and that extends to sex as well. Once you express how much it turns you on, however, he will dirty talk more, and more often as he builds confidence doing it (dirty talk is hard you guys, be patient with him!!!)

☆ Nanami is stiff, and awkward when your sexual relationship begins. He doesn’t have a ton of experience, and his stoic nature can make moments of passion challenging for him. If you’re more experienced, you’ll probably take the lead, and it’s something he’s very thankful for.

☆ If you’re less or equally experienced, he’ll take the lead. He’ll be honest about his own lack of experience, and the two of you will explore uncharted territory together—so sweet

☆ Even during the early stages when he’s awkward his intensity, observant nature, generosity, and thoroughness have an allure of their own

☆ He definitely warms up with time though, so don’t fret. Sex has never been at the forefront of his mind, so he discovers his kinks/preferences through your relationship

☆ As I said before, Nanami is a very generous lover; making you feel good makes him feel good. He’s the type that can come from eating you out, which is especially hot if he’s dressed in those formal clothes of his

☆ He loves toys, uses a vibrator on you almost everytime you have sex. Nanami is a very practical person; the vibrator makes you feel so good, and allows him to put more focus on other ways of pleasing you—why wouldn’t he use it? The notion that some men hate them bc they threaten their egos bewilders him

☆ Your vibrators are basically never dead because Nanami is on TOP of those things; he’s gotta make sure it’s ready for whenever the mood strikes you guys. The days you’re home and he’s at work you’ll occasionally get a ‘is the vibrator on the charger?’ text, reminding you like a parent would their kid about the chicken they’re supposed to thaw LMFAO

☆ Not a tease at all. If you say please he’s gonna do it!! If you tell him you want to be teased in the bedroom he’ll try his best but it doesn’t take much before he relents :/

☆ Breeding kink yes, but I just KNOW he’s a vasectomy man (unless yall decide to pop some kiddos out). He’s just too responsible to be risky, & doesn't want his partner to feel obliged to take on the responsibility of birth control all alone. Perfect man, truly

☆ Nanami loves some good ol’ fashioned missionary—who doesn’t? But he also really enjoys positions where he can just hold you close, and focus on the intimacy of the moment and the physical sensations rather than the visuals. Prone bone, and cuddlefucking are prime examples; when he rests his head in your neck, his free hand squeezing all your softness, he’s in heaven

☆ Nylons, pantyhose, stockings: wear them if you want to get destroyed. If you got thigh-highs that pinch your leg? Hoooooo boy. He’s not typically a biter, but the squishy parts hanging over the stocking will be gnawed on. Just accept they’ll be bruised, you’ll be ok

☆Nanami is very appreciative of lingerie, and does not tear it off, he’ll have you keep them on the whole time

☆ Huuuuge sucker for scents. Perfume, soap, laundry detergent—he appreciates good smells, and once he starts associating certain smells with you they get him going

#Nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x chubby reader #chubby reader #idk why I have so many thoughts for him he isn’t even my favorite LOL #dreams of nanami ☁︎#headcanons ☽#nanami headcanons #dreams ☽#wet dreams ☽

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kooktrash · 5 months

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rd!jk, if oc decided that she couldn’t be with u no more, what u so if she dumped u 😳 … miss u kooktrash 😓

“Dump me? What would I do if Y/n dumped me? I… well… I wouldn’t let that happen. Sometimes Y/n gets in these moods where it does seem like she doesn’t want to be with me but they never last song. She knows she’s mine as much as I’m hers and nothing will ever change that.

If by some miracle, I lost contact with Y/n… I—I don’t know what I’d do? She wouldn’t… she cant leave me after everything we’ve got me through.” — Jeon Jungkook, Romantic Dreams

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ inbox ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙𖤐 #ask jungkook #ask game #romantic dreams

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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𝐉 <𝟑 - 𝐋. 𝐉𝐍

↳ Pairing : Dom!Jeno x fem!reader

↳ Genre : Angst + Smut

↳ W.C : 3148

↳ Warnings : Alcohol misuse, Heartbreak, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Drunk sex, Rebounds, Friends to ?, Couch sex, Groping, Unrequited (?) love, Insinuated wet dreams, Begging, Mentions of safewords, No prep, Insinuated squirting, Insinuated dumbification, Creampie, Slight dacryphilia, Aftercare, Naive!Jeno

↳ A/N : Under 16’s DNI !!

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It was that time again. 1am, alcohol was flowing into your body and tears were flowing out. You drunkenly revisited the secret photo album on your phone, hidden behind a cute kitten. Any unsuspecting friend that happened to look over your shoulder would think nothing of it, I mean who hasn’t had a comforting album or two sometimes?

But for you, this album caused more pain than comfort, yet you always found yourself going back to it. Back to him. You scrolled through each picture at a painfully slow pace, studying his features. That smile that brightened your day, the eyes that crinkled when he laughed, the nose he used to twitch as a party trick, the lips you spent hours on end worshipping with your own. He was your world, but he fucked some other bitch behind your back. Because he got bored.

Bored.

There’s no spark anymore Y/N. Our relationship.. it just… I feel bored, not in love like I’m supposed to be.

You must be a masochist or something, that phrase always repeating in your mind and stabbing you in the heart. Sighing, you took another swig of the bottle, surprised to find it empty. Had you really been drinking that much? Whatever, who cares. You’ll just die here, swimming in spiced rum and depression.

Your phone hummed to life with a message and it took almost all your energy to turn over and reach for it on the floor. When you had thrown it you don’t know, and you weren’t very bothered in finding out.

{💌} You have one new message from : J <3

Biting your lip, you unlocked your phone, tears falling harder when you saw his message.

{💌} J <3 : You okay? You left the club so quickly, everyone’s worried about you.

You debated lying to him, telling him you were sick, but you could never do that to him. Not when he’s always been there for you.

{💌} Y/N ᵀᴹ : I saw him Jeno, with the slut he was fucking

{💌} Y/N ᵀᴹ : He looked

{💌} Y/N ᵀᴹ : Happy

Jeno seemed to take a while to process your words, those three dots appearing and disappearing. You expected him to go in on you like your other friends have been recently, telling you to get a life and move on already. None of them understood the pain of being cheated on by someone you truly loved.

Just as you were about to break down, your phone dinged again, Jeno’s reply finally sent. All he’d sent however was a few short words.

{💌} J <3 : Let me in

Your eyebrows furrowed and you sat still on your bed for a second in shock, but then you heard a soft knock at your front door.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

You went and answered the door, both surprised and not at the same time. His dorm was about five minutes from yours, so he must’ve ran over. His breathing was heavy and a slight sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead. He was still in his clothes from the club, fixing the sunglasses that obviously weren’t needed at this time of night.

“Jeno…?”

His large hand cupped your cheek with a comforting smile, nodding quietly as his thumb caressed you. He was here, here for you, here to help. He knew you needed him, and he’d come over. Another tear fell down as you slowly processed this, watching as Jeno became even more concerned, wiping your tear away as he cupped both your cheeks. The overbearing scent of rum burned his nostrils, and Jeno looked at you with pity.

“Fuck Y/N, how much did you drink?”

His words flew over your head however, you just wanted him to stop.

“Stop it.”

Jeno’s brow creased at this, confused by your words.

“What?”

You wrapped your arms around Jeno’s neck, not even noticing the way he looked at them with wide eyes.

“Dont look at me like that. If you feel bad, help me.”

Jeno stayed quiet for a second, trying to look for something in your eyes before finally replying.

“How?”

Moving closer, your lips were now inches from his as you whispered quietly.

“Help me forget.”

Before he could reply, you crashed your lips onto his, your movements sloppy as Jeno’s hands left your face. You could tell he was conflicted when he didn’t kiss back, but you kept kissing him when he didn’t stop you. You just needed to feel something, anything other than this.. weight crushing your heart. Eventually, the alcohol surging through his system got the better of Jeno and his hands fell to your hips, drawing you closer as he reciprocated the kiss.

Not wasting any time, you led Jeno to the sofa, pushing him onto it without breaking the kiss. Now you were on top of him, this kiss becoming messier as Jeno’s hands explored your body, groping anything he could. He groaned into your mouth when you squeezed his shoulders, and you swore it made you clench just from the sound. When your hands fell to his belt buckle however, Jeno pulled away with a sigh. You looked at him with confused eyes when he sat up a little.

“Jeno? What’s wrong?”

Jeno’s hands returned to your hips, his eyes holding all the emotion he refused to let out.

“You don’t want this Y/N, you’re just drunk.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes at this, holding Jeno’s face as you spoke with desperation.

“It’s not that Jeno, I want this.”

Holding Jeno’s hand, you watched the way he stared at your fingers clasped together.

“You’re the only one I trust to help me forget him.”

Jeno squeezed your hand before kissing it, the last of his resolve faltering.

“I love you.”

Before you could reply, Jeno pressed a kiss to your lips.

“No pressure, I just thought you should know.”

Jeno pulled you down a little by the waist, arm now wrapped securely around you as he looked up at you hopefully.

“Even if nothing comes from it, can I still help you?”

You bit your lip before nodding, gasping when Jeno moved you back slightly so he could undo his belt.

“Don’t worry, by the time I’m done, all you’ll be able to think about is me and how good I make you feel.”

His words made your stomach twist in anticipation, a little ‘woah’ leaving you when Jeno flipped the both of you over. Now he was hovering on top of you, and his expression had started to become dark with lust. He made light work of your pajama pants, not bothering to take off your top as he shrugged his jeans down.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long, even when you were with that bastard.”

Jeno chuckled when he saw the dark patch forming on your panties, pulling them to the side and staring at you with a shit-eating grin.

“By the looks of it, I’m not the only one, Hm?”

Not bothering to lie, you nodded shyly and looked away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You didn’t stay like this for long however, Jeno’s hand quickly pulling you back to face him when his hand gripped your jaw.

“Eyes on me. Lemme show you how it feels to have a real man fuck you. Not that idiot you were with before.”

Gulping, you nodded as Jeno grasped the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down in one smooth motion. You suddenly felt very exposed, especially under his hungry stare. His eyes widened as he finally caught a glimpse of you, spreading your legs softly and smoothly.

“Fuck, I wanna savour this moment and completely break you at the same time.”

You felt yourself clench at such dirty words, straining a little against Jeno’s touch. He merely chuckled at this, easily overpowering you and pushing your legs open even wider.

“We’ll have to do this again pretty lady, I don’t think I can fit all my dreams in at once.”

Nodding once again, you had now taken an air of urgency. It felt unfair, you were so exposed yet Jeno was still tucked away in his boxers. Before he could ramble any longer, you gripped one of his hands in emergency.

“Please Jeno, stop wasting time. Please just- just-..”

You trailed off when Jeno squeezed your thighs, nodding with a chuckle, leaning down and pecking your lips before speaking softly onto them.

“Safeword?”

You looked into his eyes, marvelling at the way they shone for a second before smiling at him.

“Star, your eyes are really pretty.”

Jeno scoffed with a small smile, pushing a hair out of your eyes before nodding back at you.

“Right back at you.”

He then kissed your cheek with a softness that almost made your heart warm. Almost.

“You ready?”

As soon as you nodded in confirmation, Jeno’s boxers were down, and you couldn’t help but marvel at his size. Not record-breaking, but definitely better than your ex’s. When Jeno caught you staring, he smirked proudly before enrapturing your lips again. He seemed too excited to focus on doing one thing at a time, like a puppy with a bone for the first time. Even in your lustful, impatient state, you still found Jeno’s eagerness endearing. Your hand grasped his as he cupped your face, and he drew out your bottom lip before letting it go.

He hissed quietly as he grabbed his hardened member, aligning it with you and pushing in the tip slightly without warning. With little preparation, you winced at the feeling. Even in his drunken state, Jeno knew he’d have to wait, his heart pounding as he fully took in the view of you under him. Before he became even more lost in thought however, you nodded with a whimper while his hands fell to your hips.

“More. Please Jeno… please..”

Jeno let out a groan at your words, pushing himself in a little farther once again. Your head flew back into the armrest of the chair, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. A pitiful moan fell from your lips, and neither you nor Jeno could tell whether it was from pain or pleasure.

You took less time to recover than before, nodding up at Jeno once again as he stroked your hips, quietly watching you. His smile radiated warmth and safety when he nodded back at you. Finally pushing the last few inches in, both you and Jeno sighed in ecstasy at the feeling, your back involuntarily arching off the sofa, while Jeno grasped your hips tighter to anchor himself.

“You feel fucking amazing.”

Jeno’s head was thrown back as he hissed, resisting the urge to relentlessly snap his hips into yours. Meanwhile your mouth was open in a silent cry, your body shaking as you tried to relax yourself. After a while, Jeno felt your walls flutter around him, your eyes glossy when you finally looked at him again.

“Can I?”

Nodding, you gave Jeno a small smile before bracing yourself.

“Don’t hold back.”

Jeno smirked and licked his lips before experimentally thrusting once. A quiet moan fell from your lips at this, your teeth pulling your bottom lip between them as you rushed to quieten yourself. Sadly, this only resulted with Jeno pulling halfway out. When you looked up at him in confusion, Jeno ran his thumb along your lip, watching intently as you instantly let go of it with the prospect of having Jeno’s thumb instead.

“Don’t do that.”

His hand slowly trailed from your face to your jaw, his movements teasing. It then rested on the soft skin of your neck, the threat clear yet enticing as Jeno spoke with an edge to his tone.

“I wanna hear just how good I make you feel.”

Nodding, you let out a small sigh when Jeno’s hand felt to your hip again. He quickly took your breath away however when he fully pulled out and slammed back into you. Your brain was sent into overdrive, and your loud whines now filled the room as Jeno kept going.

You could hardly catch a breath, Jeno pulling your hips onto his cock with an almost primal need. He soon became enveloped in pleasure, deep moans sending sparks across your skin as he threw his head back. You would’ve marvelled at the view if you were lucid enough to look, instead merely screwing your eyes shut and mewling his name like a mantra.

“Shit baby.. you feel s-so fucking amazing.“

You gripped the armrest with a newfound urgency as Jeno somehow fastened his pace, his hips now colliding messily with yours while filthy squelches filled the room. A plethora of curses were flowing from his lips at this point, and just the sight of your fucked out face had him reeling. A feeling of accomplishment ran over him, pride swelling in his chest at the fact he could fuck you this good.

Your head was swimming, yet wether it was from pleasure or alcohol was beyond you. All you could think about was Jeno. Jeno’s voice, Jeno’s moans, Jeno’s dick. Fuck, it was filling you up so well right now, way better than anyone before, not just your piece of shit ex. His name rolled easily off your tongue like you’d been screaming it your whole life, like it was the only word you knew. You were completely lost in just the whole.. concept of him. Everything about him was just utterly perfect. It had you already on the edge despite barely starting anything.

“Fuck, Jeno I’m c-close-!”

Your words were cut of by another moan when Jeno’s movements became impossibly faster, the male relishing in the fact that he had you falling apart in a matter of minutes.

“Shit baby, cum for me. Cum all over my dick.”

His hips were now violently snapping into you at this point, your throat turning dry from your continuous cries. The coil in your stomach was impossibly tight, and a fever surged over your body stronger than ever before. It was too good, he was too good, everything was just so fucking-

“Jeno!”

You came with a loud cry of his name, thighs shaking and tears falling from the intensity of your orgasm. Jeno kept up his ruthless pace despite your shaking thighs, your body so overstimulated that you sobbed underneath him. Hitching one of your legs over his shoulder, Jeno was desperate for release as you writhed at the feeling created by this new angle. You were a blubbering mess, desperately clutching anything, everything you could as Jeno’s thrusts became erratic and sloppy. You knew he was close, and you could tell you were too. Your words were more of a broken mess than a sentence, a jumbled thoughtless pile of words messily pieced together.

“Jeno! C-cum! Want it! Please! Your cum! Please!”

Jeno cursed loudly at this, his hips stuttering as he gave a few quick thrusts before pouring a load into you, sparking another orgasm on your side. Jeno slowed his thrusts before carefully pulling out of you, sheepishly looking up at you with a smile while you just trembled on the sofa. When you’d finally caught your breath, you sighed and looked at him with a small grin.

“…I gotta clean the sofa now, don’t i?”

He rubbed his neck before nodding and shakily standing up, pulling on his boxers with a teasing smile.

“Let’s just say.. you really shouldn’t sit up right now.”

Jeno motioned to between your legs with a chuckle, walking off to get a towel and leaving you alone on the sofa. When you looked between your legs and saw the white flowing from between them, your eyes bulged in surprise.

“How the fuck-”

Before you could finish your sentence,Jeno returned, and you gratefully took the towel he offered you. When you halfheartedly tried to sit up however, you felt a rush between your legs. You quickly fell back down, looking over at him while he just watched you struggle.

“A little help here?”

A little ‘ah’ left Jeno at this, the male nodding while a blush tinted his cheeks. Sitting down on the sofa, Jeno slowly moved towards you, suddenly acting as if he didn’t just dick you down ten minutes earlier. When the towel finally connected with your sensitive pussy, a little hiss left you. Jeno quickly retracted his arm, looking up at you in concern.

“Did I… hurt you?”

You rolled your eyes at the worry lacing his tone, chuckling at his naivety.

“Did you not just wreck my shit Jeno? I’m just a little sensitive, calm down.”

He gulped and nodded, slowly but surely cleaning you, still sending you worried glances each time you let out a pained whine or hiss. When he eventually finished, he quickly threw the towel into the washing machine before dressing you as carefully as he could. He picked you up like a figurine made of china, carrying you to your bedroom and carefully laying you on the bed. He then stood there for a second, shuffling from side to side like he was unsure of what would happen next.

“So I think it’s uh- time I.. go?”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled Jeno onto the bed, hugging to him while his heart pounded in his chest. When you laid your head on him and heard it, it made a warm feeling swell within you.

“Stay. You’re not a prostitute, Jeno. Plus, I need someone to keep me away from the rum.”

Jeno seemed appreciative of your blatant excuse, not wanting to address the elephant in the room either. Of course he didn’t wanna rush you, but this situation was definitely a peculiar one. He just couldn’t tell where your head was at right now.

“Thank you.”

Your mumbled words made Jeno lift up, looking at you in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Thank you Jeno, for helping me forget.”

Jeno smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his ears burned red. He was completely and utterly in love with you, with such a passion that he’d never felt before. He just hoped he wouldn’t become a rebound, a way of helping you heal. But then again, if it made you happy, he’d do it a hundred, no a thousand times. He’d let you use him until you didn’t need him anymore, and that thought frightened him. He’d sacrifice the entirety of his heart to you, even if you didn’t want it.

But that was a problem for another day. Today, he’d relish in the feeling of your body clinging to his, your heart beating with his. For today, you would be his. Forever, he would be yours. So he hugs you closer while he still can, while you still seek solace in his embrace. He’d do everything in his power to win your heart, even if you’d already taken his.

“Even if it’s just for a minute, I’m glad I helped you forget.”

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lilitophidian · 21 days

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So I fell asleep because of my medicine and had this really stupid dream about some random sinner hitting on Lilith during some type of meeting and saying, " Hey, are you an angel 'cause you must have fallen from heaven? "

And then she just gives this God-awful look somehow even Susan is there, random other sinners like you did not just—and Lilith goes,

" RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY GOD DAMN SOUP. " Which was just a bowl full of Lucifer and Alastors' faces.

Anyway, I thought you guys would enjoy whatever the fuck that was.

#⋆˖⁺‧₊☽⚸☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓲 ⛧ Ꭷꭷፈ #the dreams be dumb as shit #i write horror and i get this

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sylleblosscm · 4 months

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@luciancityguard x

Her Royal Highness holds herself unusually tall for so unholy an hour. But, as Fortis stands in for her guard today, he has no choice but to follow her through the winding halls of the citadel.

It is a path any soldier knows well. A ward of the King’s own Shield, Lunafreya practically grew up in this place. The sword racks were her climbing gym; the clanging of weapons, her naptime lullaby. But she did not come to play.

❝We have something in common, you and I,❞ she begins, her hands behind her back. The very best impression she can manage of a commanding officer, something of Clarus in the sway of her body. Yet even so, this small teenage girl seems so very out of place among the weaponry and skyward ceilings.

❝A vested interest in the Prince’s wellbeing.❞ She goes on, nevertheless. Bluffing her way through as if she will not hear the word no; as if Fortis does not have the authority to physically carry her back home if he must, and ground her to her room if she will not behave. (The line between a guard and a babysitter is woefully thin.) ❝I am almost sixteen, and which point I shall officially bear the mantle of Oracle. You know Noctis’ destiny is special. And I am…decidedly underequipped compared to my predecessors. In lieu of training not available to me in Insomnia, I’d like to become strong enough to protect Noctis in other ways. This is where you come in.

❝My beloved guardian has trained me well, but I know I can do more. I want to be strong - like the Crownsguard. I can defend myself fine, but I want to learn to fight. So…I am in need of a mentor.❞

#( for entertainment reasons pls remember 15yo luna is 5ft nothing and weighs as much as a stress ball #but is absolutely certain she can swing around a greatsword )#luciancityguard #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ – v: au: can i dream for a few months more? / insomnia

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sobun1est · 7 months

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vale bestie hru? happy comeback day! thoughts on chasing that feeling, the album overall? mv and albums are gorgeous

HIIIII DREAM!! IM GOOD BESTIE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!! Happy comeback day to you too!!

Here is my little rant about my thoughts on the comeback! (I don't think it has spoilers)

Ok so I'll start in the m/v cause that's the first thing I saw, it was such a good MV if you take out the lore that's included in it bc as the lore enthusiast I am, I am so confused lore wise but overall I liked it! (I haven't seen the full choreo bc I just got back from class but I'm sure it's great!)

The album is a 10/10 for me but txt never misses so I'm not surprised! My fav bside is obviously blue spring, it's my song (I would argue one of my favorites overall) but besides blue spring I think my fav is dreamer! I had the feeling it was gonna be my fav since the teaser but it's so good. (I literally used to listen to blue spring on Spotify with like an episode of a podcast bc I NEEDED it on Spotify and I got it!!!)

HOWEVER IM REALLY REALLY MAD bc what do you mean beom has CERO LINES in happily ever after...? TF like no absolutely not, like the song is so good and all but wdym beom is literally not in that song? Hello? And is such a gyu vibes song I don't understand

But yes overall I liked it! hbu you bestie?

#lia talks ༊*·˚#ask .☽༊˚#dream ღ #dream my kai ღ #tomorrow x together ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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psycoland · 1 year

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Close Start @ultimusutopia

Claro que boatos sobre Guertena chegaria aos ouvidos de Yahiko, logo esse pintor que criava obras que viviam no psicológico de seus alvos, um verdadeiro terror. Estava de fato intrigado, uma vez que nunca conseguirá fazer suas pinturas de fato terem vida, era apenas uma ilusão que gerada medo onde poderia se alimentar. Passou noites pesquisando pequenas informações sobre, notando que havia virado apenas uma lenda urbana da região. Mas isso não impedia que ainda fosse um estúdio muito famoso e bem visitado, tanto por turistas quanto por moradores locais. Curioso de mais para ficar em casa, tratou de arrumar-se apropriadamente e dirigiu-se ao local. Trajava uma roupa social, mas que respeitasse a identidade visual do artista: uma camisa social de tom rosado, com manchas semelhantes as marcas de um felino, por cima, um terno completamente preto, exceto pela espinha em suas costas com formato em 3D que dava a ilusão a uma coluna vertebral; a gravata também era preta, as calças um tom neutro de cinza, assim como os sapatos.

A viagem foi um pouco longa, aproveitando para caçar alguns humanos apenas para lanche, mero capricho daquele que estava um andar acima na cadeia alimentar. Ao chegar na exposição de Guertena, já era quase a hora do fechamento, uma diferença de uma hora e meia. Adentrou ao espaço, tratando se ir à recepção primeiramente. Ao finalizar toda burocracia para sua entrada, e os contratempos com alguns fotógrafos que o reconheceram, pode explorar o que tanto vinha admirar. Não demorou para sentir a energia mágica que vinha das molduras e, assim que virou em um corredor vazio, conectou-se a aquela energia. O que veio a segui lhe tirou um sorriso sádico, mas nada de espanto.

As luzes piscaram três vezes, um número interessante na magia, e nada mais estava presente. Os sons, as vozes, os passos, o barulho das câmeras e celulares, tudo havia sido engolido pelo silêncio. Caminhou de volta por onde tinha vindo, comprovante que estava sozinho, onde segundos atrás estava lotado. Foi até a porta da saída apenas para comprovar sua teoria: estava trancada. O sorriso apenas alargou em seu rosto rígido. Retornou para o corredor onde havia se conectado com o ambiente e uma nova surpresa, esta que lhe surpreendeu. No chão, respingos de tintas formando um frase, em um tamanho considerado: “Seja bem-vindo! Por que não vem aqui em baixo?”. Ao mesmo tempo sentiu uma presença em suas costas. – “Ora ora, você está comigo ou com eles?” – se referia aos quadros.

#☽ ≈ Yahiko ✦ in the middle of the night in my dreams ✦ (interactions) ≈ ☽#✦ Closed Started ✦#ultimusutopia #ultimusutopia ~Hope

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auvaluciano631 · 5 months

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I'm in the mood where I miss playing A Dream of Jianghu (一梦江湖) and I'm having extreme loner-boner moments thinking about my beloved 姜疏. So I decided to poke fun of the fact that, in the game, you can beat up certain NPCs on the map to hire them for your manor. Since I can't date such a minor character in the game, might as well kidnap (beat him in a fight to get hired into the manor) him over and over again as a form of courting.

Chinese Version (Pending; A friend helped me with the translation!)

#✘一梦江湖 | A Dream of Jianghu #❝JiangShu/Zehan (Canon x OC)#☽ fanart ☾#☽ comic ☾

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revclver-jesus · 2 months

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{{ I just want the ultimax remakes tbh team strega in a fighting game when atlas come on let me play as the freak trio }}

#ghskghs i can dream #✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽

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ladyseidr · 3 months

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desperate need to explore my michael's nightmares tbh. both in like a He's Totally the Protag Of The Nights In FN.AF4 And I Should Get To Write Him With The Nightmares way and just in a please let somebody recognize that he has nightmares and care way—

#☽—— ⸢ ooc ⸥#f n a f /#.tbd.#hallucination mentioned tw #btw his nightmares don't stop as an adult they just get more diversely horrible </3 #i do also write him as still sleeping some ( whether he /needs/ to is debatable ) post-scooping so they rlly do just. not stop.#he also sometimes struggles with recognizing dreams from reality due to sometimes experiencing hallucinations #so it's uh. rough.#anyway i think abt him seeing nightmare fredb.ear with blood on his teeth CONSTANTLY #plus just the exaggerated teeth on all the animatronics in general. haunted by his own actions and all that—

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preeningpisces · 23 days

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♡ Too Sensitive - Part One ♡

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms.

Includes: Geto, Gojo, Nanami, and Toji Part Two

Content: cunnilingus, fingering, p-in-v, overstimulation, edging

Petnames: sweetheart, girl, good girl

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Geto is sly & coaxes you through it: the fact you need his help to do something so simple brings out his possessive side–he’s the only one that can make you cum, not even you can do it.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Such a needy girl,” Suguru looks all too-pleased as he strokes your clit, watching you closely. “Can’t even make yourself cum—you need me to do it for you.” Lost in the clouds you nod dumbly and sink into the couch. When you mentioned your problem offhandedly, you never expected your friend to offer a helping hand. In reality, you shouldn’t have been shocked. It’s in Suguru’s nature to step-in and help out--to take care of you. Apparently, your eyes slipped shut without notice, because Suguru pats your cheek–gently, but firm enough to wake you from your reverie. “Keep your eyes on me.”

After directing you to sit-up and face forward on the couch, he kneels on the floor between your legs. With eyes fixed on you, he lowers his mouth and lays a kiss on your chubby mound. Embarrassment floods through you, and it deepens when he mouths at your labia. He continues like this, kissing and sucking near your pussy, but not giving you what you really want.

“C’mon,” you pull on his hair, urging him to hurry. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Needy and demanding," he chuckles before trapping your clit with a harsh suck. Shocked, you yank on his hair and shout. Going from no touch at all to such intense focus is too much, too soon. Instinctively you try to pull his head away. He ignores it at first, but when you continue pushing at his forehead he detaches from your clit with a rough suck. Your wrists are captured, and guides them to the edge of the couch.

“Don’t move them, or I’ll have to tie you up,” he says with a wink and returns to your swollen clit–if he could leave a hickey there, his sucking is hard enough he would. The couch cushions crumble beneath your fingers, and your legs tremble when he doesn’t let up. You practically howl when he shakes his head back and forth, his hum buzzing through your pussy.

“God, I can’t take it, I can’t–I can’t” you ramble, alternating between rolling towards and away from his mouth. A smack to your thigh makes it wobble, and reminds you to watch him. The look in his eyes makes you burn as your end approaches, and now you frantically try to get away from him. “Suguru, stop!”

His lips twitch in amusement, and his hands keep you in place with a halting grip on your plush thighs. You come with a scream, and feel your pussy leak all over his face and couch. He groans against you as he soothes you with kitten licks, eyes never leaving your face as it succumbs to pleasure. Before you can fully unwind, he slides two fingers in you with a soft squelch and a sly smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Gojo is playful & teases you through it: he’s excited by the challenge, and is confident he can get you to your orgasm without making it unpleasant. He’ll have you begging for more.

♡ ♡ ♡

Why you thought telling Satoru Gojo, the most obnoxious person you know, about your sex problems was a good idea, you still don’t know.

“Satoru fuck oooooff,” you whine as your hips jerk in a desperate search for more as he steps away from the bed. He has denied you an orgasm three times already. Not coming is standard for you, and you essentially edge yourself all the time, but he’s been clever enough to stop right before you get over-sensitive. Edging you before you edge yourself, if that makes sense, and it’s been driving you mad.

“You told me to stop, yeah? I thought it was ‘too much,’” he mocks your earlier plea and tone. It's true–you had told him you couldn’t handle it when you got close, and ever since then, he’s been tormenting you. His large hand skims over your stomach with a look of mischief. “Are you going to let me make you cum,” he squeezes the fat of your mound, “or are you gonna cry about it again?”

You shake your head, ready to endure any discomfort to finally release the heavy tension in your body.

“I’ll take it. Please make me cum–oh fuck!” Your plea is cut off with a squeal as he thrusts his cock into you. It stretches you deliciously; he grimaces with effort as he allows you to adjust. As soon as you beg him to start moving he sets a rapid pace, barely holding himself back. His thumb finds your raw clit, and flicks it with upward strokes, greedily watching his cock disappear.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he says through gritted teeth, and forces himself to slow his thrusts. He wants you to cum first, then cum again, and again before the night lets up. Instead of pulling out, he grinds his cock against your g-spot mercilessly in tandem with his thumb. You nearly scream when he presses his hand onto your squishy stomach, increasing the pressure against the tender area. “Oh, you really like that, don’t you?”

His smugness is as sexy as it is irritating, and you bite your tongue when the rush of nerves sets in, making you want to roll away and prevent him from touching you any further. But the thought of him teasing you all over again makes you quiet yourself, only whimpering behind closed lips. It doesn’t take much more for you to come, and cry out pathetically. Your pussy clamps around his cock so hard he falls foreward with a swear, and has to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from joining you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he lifts your hips in strong hands, and pulls back only to surge his cock back in. “Now hold on–we’re just getting started.”

Nanami is encouraging & soothes you through it: of course he wants you to cum, but he doesn’t want it to be unpleasant or cause you pain. He knows he needs to be mindful.

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Normally he would prefer to eat you out, but with how overwhelming this is for you, he needs his mouth free to talk. He has your back leaning against his chest as he traces steady, gentle circles on your clit, and languidly thrusts his fingers in you. During a discussion about incoporating sex into your relationship, you explained your issue with orgasming, and since then Kento swore he would make you cum everyday to make up for the lost time. Who knows how many times you've missed out in your life?

“It’s too much,” you whine against his mouth, your legs trying to shut and keep him away. Wet sounds fill the silence as he disregards your complaint. It surprises you that Kento isn’t listening and continues fingerfucking your pussy instead–he’s always such a respectful man, so the fact that he’s pushing you past your limits turns you on more than you’d expected.

“You’re alright, just a little more.” He eases his pace despite his words, not having the heart to ignore you completely; the way your pussy squeezes around him makes his cock throb and tempts him to go faster. A flash of heat burns your core when he spreads his fingers, scissoring them and stretching your pussy. You're hushed by his lips, kissing you slowly to keep you from floating away. A particularly sharp thrust to your g-spot makes you tear away from him with moan, and roll into his hand. Pleased with your compliance, he rewards you with kisses down your neck, and an affectionate nip to your shoulder. You wind your hand through his hair, holding him hostage with the crook of your arm.

"I'm going to speed up now, okay?" is the only warning you're given before he's gathering your wetness to glide over your clit with quick strokes; his fingers focusing on your g-spot with deliberate pulses. Suddenly your panting becomes frantic, and your body jerks with restless energy.

"Oooh god, slow down I--Kento!"

“Just breathe, sweetheart. You can do it.” The encouragement makes you still with a sob, the searing heat on your clit finally releases and you come so hard you distantly worry you’ll pass out. His delicate circling continues, but slows down considerably as he whispers praises in your ear. It takes everything within him to not roll you over and fuck you until you see stars. All he wants is to see your pretty face scrunch in pleasure again.

“Are you alright?" you nod, and he moves you to lie down. "Thank you for trusting me. I know that was hard,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, supporting your boneless body in his arms.

Toji is cocky & pushes you through it: he knows all you need is a little push–your mind just doesn’t have the willpower to keep going when it gets sensitive. Incompetent partners wouldn’t recognize an orgasm if it slapped them in the face & wouldn’t notice you didn’t cum. But thankfully, he sure as hell can fix that

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With alcohol-loosened lips, you lamented your struggle with orgasming to your colleauges, earning bewildered stares from the two men. Next thing you know, you're back in your hotel room with Toji’s head nestled between your thighs, making you jerk and convulse as he licks you down. With his tongue fat and flat, he grinds against your clit, making you feel the texture of his taste buds.

So eager he hadn't even undressed you: he just pushed you back on the bed, rolled your skirt up, and tore a hole in your pantyhose. It’s felt amazing thus far, you can feel yourself dripping on the bed, but anxiety prickles in your chest as your orgasm approaches. You worry that you’ll have to stop, make him upset that he couldn’t make you cum, and ruin the mood. Not to mention, sorely wound his ego--even though that thought amuses you, you wouldn't intentionally hurt him.

As if hearing your inner dilemma, your body lurches with a sudden surge of red-hot sensitivity, making you yelp and pull at his hair. Toji only hums, appreciating the rough treatment.

“I don’t know if I can do it. I’m s-sorry–ah!” Your thighs squeeze around his head, signaling for him to stop. The plea is ignored, and instead a thick arm pushes down against your soft stomach, pinning you in place. You thrash beneath his hold, but he doesn’t budge, and sucks your aching clit into his mouth with his tongue flicking relentlessly. If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you’d notice how he grinds into the bed, and grunts against your pussy. When you keep protesting, he pulls away with an irritated glare.

"You can, and you will." His assertive confidence makes you tingle with nervous anticipation--he really isn't going to listen to you, is he? You don't have long to contemplate this because he licks you from your ass to your clit in one long swoop--which makes you squawk in disbelief--and rolls the bud between his lips before sucking more roughly than before.

Knowing exactly what you need, he pushes your mound up with his spare hand and hums around your clit noisily. It’s so intense you shout, and weakly slap at his shoulders as you’re shoved over the edge–only the sound of his slurping competes with you to fill the room.

After several moments of twitching and whimpering, your mind clears enough for you to look at him. At some point he had lowered your legs to sit back on his knees, and now stares at you with a cocky grin and a wet face.

“Atta girl,” he palms his bulge through his baggy pants. “Think you got another in you?”

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