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videogamelover99 · 2 years
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Actually really pissed that discourse around stereotyping and bad writing in media turned into "does this character have X,Y,Z traits? Is this character an admirable human being? Are they the good guy?" instead of promoting actual good writing and what that entails.
It's not about the presence of individual traits! It's about if the minority character is treated as a complex human being with believable motivations and who is looked at with an empathetic eye by the story!
If you personally don't like certain traits to be present in a character that has your identity, you have a right to do that, but it's not criticism, it's your opinion. You know what your dislike doesn't do? Make that character a stereotype! Because a stereotype isn't a character with traits commonly assigned to them, it's a character who isn't written as a fully fleshed human being save for those traits. The character isn't treated with dignity by the author because the author does not give them a character.
If they are fully fleshed out and complex with understandable motivations then? They aren't a stereotype. Because people like that exist in real life, and you viewing them as a stereotype says more about you than it does about them.
#its the hot take twitter nature of criticism nowadays#'X character has Y trait so problematic' is ppl using like 5% of their brain when they read the text#if the author wrote them well then theit job?? is done??? and they arent obligated to adhere to your preferences#part of this is the amount of bullshit said about vivziepop's stuff but also#i saw people try to claim catra is a bad character because shes an 'angry lesbian stereotype'#a) her sexuality isnt revealed in canon you just assumed#b) you forgot about all the 500 other things to have happened to her to make her angry#like yes sometimes we find characters falling into similar types and having the same identity and if 1 author does it 50 times#they arent being creative anymore theyre copy-pasting#but a well written character isnt copy pasted they feel original#if this blows up i might have a problem on my hands enough to delete this XD#writing#like why did ppl get pissed off about stranger things s4 and will byers#its not bc hes sad his crush has a gf thats such a universal experience tbh#its because he does things that make no sense#hes not gonna be unconditionally supportive of El and Mike no matter how much he knows they have a right to their happiness#hes a person with limits it would make sense for him to be resentful#it makes zero sense for him to further their relationship in the finale cause no person would do that!#it wasnt given enough justification in the writing and so its bad#this same scene would have worked in a different context if told by a better writer who treats will as a character on equal footing#with everyone else#wow i have a lot of opinions suddenly
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crimeronan · 9 months
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i've seen a couple people in the notes of this very good post about fictional polyamory by @thebibliosphere say things along the lines of "oh, i've been doing it wrong :(" or "how do i know if i did this right??" or "i should probably give up and start over, i wrote this badly :(" and. no!!!!
(i AM seeing far MORE people say "oh, this clarified and helped me so much, i think i know how to fix issues i've been having with my own story" which. YES!!!!)
listen. if you're a monogamous person who's writing a polyamorous relationship, and you've been focusing mainly on The Triad and All Three Together All The Time as the endgame, that's literally fine. that's a perfectly acceptable and strong starting point for your plotting, imo. you do not need to give up on a story that you've started like this.
but the things discussed in the post Can and Should improve your execution!
you can keep the same plot beats and overall relationship arc 100%. polyamorous relationships are infinite in their formations, every one is unique. "basically a monogamous romance but with three people" Does exist, as a relationship type. you're not hashtag Misrepresenting (TM) poly people with it
BUT i do think it will help to read up on some poly people talking about how their relationships Differ from monogamous ones.
so i have outlined some basic important concepts about polyamory.
MORE IMPORTANTLY though, i've broken down some questions that you can answer throughout the writing process to strengthen your individual dyad relationships, your individual characterization, & your characters' individual feelings/experiences. this is a writing resource have fun
future kitkat butting in to say i spent over two hours writing this and it definitely needs a readmore. it is also NOT comprehensive. but everything should be pretty simple to follow! feel free to reblog if you find it helpful yourself or just want to reward me for how gotdan long this took KSLDKFJKDL.
i've grabbed quick links for a couple of the important concepts, some have SEO pitches in them but the info largely seems to be good. (if i missed anything Egregiously Gross on these sites i should be able to update the links with better ones later, since they're under the readmore.)
sidenote: this is NOT meant to be overwhelming, despite the length. if you can't read all of this, that's Okay. you do not need to give up on your writing.
here we go:
compersion!
compersion is a BIG thing in a lot of polyamorous relationships. it's joy derived from seeing two (or more) of your partners happy together, or joy derived from seeing your partner happy with someone else.
compersion is really important as a concept because it highlights that every individual relationship within a polycule is different -- and that that's a GOOD thing. it's sort of the inverse of jealousy.
by the "inverse of jealousy," i mean that instead of feeling left out and upset and possessive, you feel happy/joyous/content.
i can use personal experience as an example: it's a Relief for me when my partners receive joy/support/sex/romance/etc that i can't (or prefer not to) give them. and i love seeing my partners make each other laugh and be silly together.
it's 100% okay for a poly triad not to be together 100% of the time, it doesn't mean that the third member is being left out or not treated equally when two people do things alone together.
(i have individual dates with my partners all the time! PLUS larger 3-and-4-person date nights.)
if the third member DOES feel jealous or left out, then the polycule can have a conversation to figure out what needs/wants aren't being met, and solve that. this happens semi-regularly in my polycule, as it will happen in any relationship (including monogamous ones)! it's just part of being an adult, sometimes you have to talk about feelings.
metamours!
a metamour is someone who is dating your partner, but ISN'T dating you. this may not be relevant for people writing closed three-person romantic sexual triads, but it's a super helpful term to know.
the linked article also lists different types of metamour relationships with some fun phrasing i hadn't heard before. the tl;dr is: sometimes you'll be domestic cohabitation friends, sometimes you'll be buddies with your own friendship, sometimes you might not interact much outside of parties, every relationship is different.
there's no one-size-fits-all requirement for metamour relationships. sometimes polyamorous people will end up dating their metamour after a while (has happened to me), sometimes polyamorous people will break up with one partner for normal life reasons, but remain friendly metamours.
the goal of polyamory is NOT for EVERYONE to fall in love. it is 100% okay if this happens in your story, it happens in real life too! but it is also 100% okay for characters to be metamours without ever becoming "more than friends."
(sidenote: try to kill any internalized "more than" that you have when it comes to friendship. friends are just as important and special and vital as partners.)
of course there are a million ways for messiness to occur with metamours within a complex polycule, exactly like with close-knit platonic friend groups. however this post is not about that! there's enough "here's how polyamory can go wrong" stuff out there already, so i'm focusing on the positives here :)
open versus closed polyamorous relationships!
i'm struggling to find an online article that reflects my experience without directly contradicting at least SOME stuff. so i'll give a quick rundown
google has a bunch of conflicting definitions of open relationships and whether open relationships are different from polyamory. the general consensus seems to be that an open relationship prioritizes one partnership (often a marriage), but that each partner can have extraneous flings or long-term commitments (most often sexual in nature).
this is not typically how i use the term wrt polyamory. the poly concept is pretty simple. a closed polyamorous relationship is one with boundaries like a monogamous one. there are multiple partners in the polycule, but they are not interested in having anybody new join said polycule.
an open polyamorous relationship tends to be more flexible -- it just means that IF someone in the polycule develops mutual feelings for a new person, it's fine for them to become part of said polycule if they want to! the relationship/person is open to newcomers.
some groups will need to negotiate this all together, others will just go "haha, you kids have fun." just depends on the individuals!
with open AND closed polyamorous relationships, the most important thing is making sure that there's respectful communication and that everyone is on the same page. but there's no one-size-fits-all way to do that.
i wish i could give you guys a prescriptive "You Must Do It This Way" guide, but that's.... basically the opposite of what polyamory is about, HAHA.
feelings for multiple people!
i was gonna tack this on to the previous section but decided it warranted its own lil bit.
a defining feature (....i'm told?) of monogamous relationships is that a monogamous person only has feelings for One individual at a time. they only want a relationship with one individual at a time. or, if they DO have feelings for multiple people simultaneously, they're still only comfortable dating one person at a time & being exclusive with that one person.
this is perfectly fine!
the poly experience is generally different from this. but once again..... polyamorous people all have different individual perspectives on this.
for me, i have never been able to draw hard boxes around romantic vs sexual vs platonic relationships, & i love many people at once. my personal polycule lacks many strict definitions beyond "these are my chosen people, i want to forge a life with them indefinitely, whatever shape that life takes"
some poly people feel explicit romantic or sexual attraction to multiple people at once, some poly people feel almost no romantic or sexual attraction at all. i'd say that MOST poly people feel different things for different partners, which is not a bad thing!
some poly people are even monogamous-leaning -- they have just chosen one romantic partner who is themselves part of a larger polycule. (so this monogamous-leaning person has at least one metamour!)
or alternatively, they might have one romantic partner AND a qpr, or other ways of defining relationships. (this is a factor in my own polycule!)
i made this its own point because if you're writing a straightforward triad, this is unlikely to come up in the story itself -- but it's worth thinking about how your characters develop/handle feelings outside of their partnerships.
like, is this sort of a soulmateship, 'these are the only ones for me' type deal? in which they won't fall in love with anyone else, and can be fairly certain of that?
that's pretty close to typical monogamous standards but you Can make it work. just be thoughtful with it
alternatively, can you see any of these characters falling in love Again after the happily-ever-after? and how would the triad approach it, if so? what would they all need to talk about beforehand, and what feelings would everybody have about the situation?
it's worth considering these questions even if the hypothetical will never feature in your actual canon, because knowing the answers to these questions will help you understand all of the individuals & their relationship(s) MUCH better.
i've been typing this for nearly two hours and there's a lot more i COULD say because... there's just a lot to say. i'll close out with some quick questions that you can ask yourself when developing the dyad dynamics within your triad
first, take a page and create a separate section for each individual dyad. then answer these questions for every pair:
how does each pair act when alone?
how do they act differently alone compared to when they're with their third partner?
are there any elements of this dyad (romantic, sexual, financial, domestic, etc) that these two people DON'T have with the third partner?
if so, what are they?
are there any boundaries or hard limits within this dyad that aren't shared with the third partner?
if so, what are they?
partner 3 goes out of town alone for a few weeks. what are the remaining two doing in their absence?
(doesn't have to be anything special, it's just to get a sense of how the two interact on a day-by-day basis without the third there)
what is something that each partner in the dyad admires about the other -- that they DON'T necessarily see in the third partner?
what problem do These Two Specifically need to solve in the story before their relationship will work?
how is that problem DIFFERENT from the problems being solved within the other two dyads?
doing this for ALL THREE dyads is VITAL imo. that way, you develop complex and nuanced and different relationships that all have unique dynamics.
those questions should be enough to get you started, i hope
then After you've charted the differences in relationships, you can start to jot down similarities in the overarching triad. what does one person admire in Both of their partners? what are activities that all three like to do together? what are boundaries or discussions that all three share?
but the main goal is to figure out how to Differentiate each relationship!
a polycule is only as strong as the individual relationships within it. if two people are struggling with their own relationship, adding a third person won't fix that.
(UNLESS the third person is the catalyst for those two to, like, Actually Communicate And Work Their Shit Out. i just mean that the old adage of "maybe if we just add a third-" works about as well to fix a miserable non-communicative marriage as, uh, "maybe if we have a baby-")
AND FINALLY.
if you're not sure whether your poly romance reads organically to poly people, you can hire a sensitivity reader with poly experience. if you can't afford that, you can read up on polyamorous resources like a glossary of terms & articles actually written by poly people. (and stories written by poly people!)
you can also just.... ask poly people questions, if they're open to it. i like talking about polyamory and my own relationships so you're welcome to send asks if u want, i just can't guarantee i'll answer bc my energy levels fluctuate a lot and i don't always have time.
polyamorous people are in an uphill battle for positive representation right now & so the LAST thing i want to see is authors giving up on their stories bc they're worried about getting things Wrong. well-meaning and positive stories that treat this kind of love as normal, healthy, & aspirational are So So So Needed. even if you guys end up with some funky-feeling details.
seriously, if you're monogamous then you probably don't have a full idea of Just How Nasty a lot of people can get about polyamory. i wish it DIDN'T mean so much for you guys to want to write nice stories about us, but it does mean a lot. and it means a lot that you want to do it WELL.
in conclusion. this is not a prescriptive guide, it's just a way to raise questions. and also, you all are doing FINE.
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demonwoman · 7 months
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filthy whispers
summary: set in a modern, no curses AU, suguru geto is an anonymous ns/fw vocal talent (asmr-tist) known as @/tasteofcurses or "TC" . a competition is held in which the winner gets an hour long custom audio...who will win the coveted file?
wc: 3.5k // pairing: suguru geto x female reader
cw: smut, afab reader, college-age or post college reader, female body parts mentioned, power imbalance, pet names (girl, pet, sweetie, darling, sir), phone sex, dirty talk (mentions of tit fucking), mutual masturbation, mild degradation, praise. MINORS DNI
a/n: for @kazushawty's milestone collab! i didn't really proofread it so i'm sure the flow is not so great, but i needed to get this out so i can work on my hobie oneshot for my summer event lol
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It would be easier to tell people you had some fucked up fetishes or kinks. When your college friends would joke about how crazy their sexual escapades would be, you would nod and laugh along, but there was always an anxious undertone to your giggling. For some reason, you had set yourself up in your friend group as the person who had nothing to lose, that you were always honest about your preferences and lifestyle. 
But there was one secret you were going to take to the grave. 
You paid for porn. Well…you paid for a specific type of porn. From one person. Videos didn’t do it for you, seeing all the faked facial expressions of adult film stars turned you off immediately. But a high quality audio of a man whimpering and moaning as he jerked himself off to completion? Now that was your jam. 
After discovering @tasteofcurse’s content several months ago on a forum for NSFW audio enjoyers, you were obsessed. His real name and face was unknown, but his loyal fans called him ‘TC,’ so you went along with it. After lurking for months and following his posts, you subscribed to his exclusive content site at the second highest tier so you could have access to all of his long form files, along with his weekly short moaning audios. The theming on his website was impeccable, each subscriber tier was described as a level of cult follower, with him being the leader. From follower, to monk, all the way up to high priestess and god (a joke tier that was not meant to be purchased, due to its extreme price point). You were one of his “high priestesses” and you took that title seriously. 
A part of you understood that the level of parasocial relationship between you and this man was borderline unhealthy. But you couldn’t help it - his posts were so provocative, and his voice. His voice was so lush and warm. His performances as a dominant and submissive man were equally impressive, and it really came down to how you were feeling that day. Sometimes, you would love it when he whimpered “mommy, please” before begging to cum, hearing the shlick shlick shlick! of his lubricated cock before he broke down in laughter and tears. Other times,  when he degraded the listener, grunting things like “you gonna cum for me, pretty slut?” and hearing his voice dropping an octave would get your panties in a twist. It became almost a daily ritual for you, to come home from a long day at work, pull out your favorite sex toy and a pair of headphones, and listen to TC’s audios until your legs were shaking. 
So when you saw that he was running a contest to make custom content for a lucky fan, you had to participate. 
It was a fair giveaway - everyone could get up to 3 entries max. You entered, just like everyone else. And you didn’t expect to get anything - the odds of winning were astronomically low, since you were competing with thousands of other rabid fans for the chance to get some free tailored content. Usually @tasteofcurse’s custom audios would run upwards of a hundred dollars, and that was not something you could justify having on your credit card statement. 
The surprise that awaited your email weeks later was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. 
Subject line - Congratulations! You won @tasteofcurse‘s giveaway!
You double checked that it wasn’t spam, that it wasn’t some practical joke as you read the rest of the email five times in as many minutes. 
Email: Congratulations ___! You have won a custom hour long audio. Your proof of winning is in this email. Screenshot this, along with the attached verification number below, and you may message me anytime between now and a month when this message was sent. Results may take anywhere from 1-3 weeks depending on his recording schedule. 
Best wishes,
TC
You fell back onto your office chair, swiveling around a few times. TC was notoriously a flirt with his fans, always liking and replying to long-time listener’s thirst posts about him. Of course you were among that crowd, and the few times he had liked your comments, or send back a black heart emoji were enough to change your whole mood for the day. But this? This felt more like a curse than it did like a blessing. After quietly screaming into your pillow, you finally worked up the courage to screenshot the email and figure out what to say to him in his DM’s.
___: hi! i received an email saying i won your giveaway! here’s the verification number and email 
[screenshot attached]
It took a few minutes before a message popped up, but sure enough, he responded in a timely manner. 
TC: hello! awesome, thanks so much. i can’t wait to make something for you :) 
The brief message made your heart flutter. This was your first time interacting with him in a truly private scenario, and you figured it would be best to play it safe, just be polite and courteous. 
___: haha wow, thanks! what kind of info do you need from me? 
TC: just some basic stuff, like your name, what pet names you prefer to be called, stuff like that
Your screen name differed drastically from your legal name, but since this was a private audio meant only for you, you figured it would be safe enough to share just your first name. After telling him all the info he asked for, he gave you a thumbs up emoji. 
TC: oh and if you’re comfortable, you can send me a picture of you if you like. it helps me if i can describe your features instead of using vague descriptors like i normally do. in this case, i’ll be more specific >:) 
The little devious smirk emoji made you chuckle. But also the thought of sending him a picture of you made you nervous. After scrolling through your camera roll, you chose a recent photo of you on a vacation, wearing a pretty off-shoulder sundress standing in a hotel room balcony. 
___: [image sent]
TC: …
Three dots?! Was he trying to kill you? You immediately began to regret your decision, and started to frantically type an apology. But before you could hit send, another message came in. 
TC: oh, this will be easy. you’re already hot to begin with. expect a file within the week 
Your knees hurt from hitting the ground so hard. Your phone clattered on the ground, as you banged your fist several times and silently screamed to yourself, hands gnarled in a claw shape. The anticipation of waiting was already beginning to twist your stomach into knots - but after the initial anxiety wore off, a craving feeling began to settle. The reality was closing in, and all that you could think of was waiting for that notification to pop up.
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The email came in six days, as promised. The notification came while you were in the bathroom at work, and it took all your willpower to shout right then and there. You muffled yourself by biting your hand, and immediately clicked on the audio link to see how long it was.
1:02:35. Holy. Fucking. Shit. 
But your eagerness did not pay off at that moment, because it began to automatically play, with your phone at half volume. 
“Hi, baby.” A deep, restrained greeting came from your phone speakers, panic washing over your body as you fumbled with the volume button to shut it off. You had to wait until your shift was over, but time passed agonizingly slow. But as soon as you finished your work for the day and made it back home safely, you kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag on the ground and almost slammed the door as you ran to your bedroom. In a fit of arousal-induced frenzy, you unbutton your shirt, kick off your work slacks and wildly search for your trusty pair of wireless headphones. After checking to make sure it had enough battery, you connected it to your phone, and slide into your covers and cozy up, sheets pulled all the way up to your chin. 
“You want it badly, don’t you? I can tell how needy you are, ___.”
A gentle, dominant voice filled your ears and you blushed profusely as he began to set the scene. You were to be his special plaything for the night, as he promised to make you feel so good you wouldn’t want to get up the next morning. Several minutes had passed, and you could hardly wait any longer, reaching down to touch yourself through your underwear. A wet spot had formed, and you whimpered as your slick formed a wet spot on the fabric. 
“I love that you think about me late at night when you’re all alone—touching yourself to my voice.” All outside stimuli began to fade as you were getting lost in his dulcet tones. But a loud ding! from your phone interrupted your fantasy and you groaned in frustration. 
New message: TC
are you enjoying the audio?
Truly, out of all the people you wanted to hear from, he was simultaneously the best and worst person. But you sighed, and paused it to answer his message. 
___: i just got started. thanks for interrupting me lol
The sass in your remark was maybe not the best decision, but you did not want to waste any more time. You muted your phone, and tried to keep listening. A few seconds later, a message floated on the top of your screen. 
TC: haha, nice attitude. can i watch?
Time seemed to halt to a grind as your heart began to pulse faster. Before you could even question the reality of your situation, a phone number popped up shortly after. Your thumb was slightly shaky as you clicked on the message, forgetting that by doing that, it would call said number. 
“NOPE!” You shouted, and immediately hung up, throwing your phone on the top cover. You couldn't handle it. The thought of hearing his voice over the phone was almost too much for you. Another text popped up on your screen. 
TC: i saw that call. do you need a minute ;)
You crawled out of the covers to read what he said, a groan falling from your lips. A difficult decision rests on your mind - the decision to decline or ignore his messages and listen to the audio that you know will give you pleasure, or…call him like he asked. The consequences of said call being totally unknown. 
The latter was chosen, as your finger hovered over, and eventually re-dialed the phone number again. A few seconds passed by, and the call went through successfully this time. 
“Aw, you really are a good little girl, huh?” His phone sounded different over the phone, but it was him alright. You laughed nervously, but said nothing, which prompted a short chuckle from him. 
“So, umm–” You trailed off, trying to figure out what to say. “How-how would this work, exactly? You called me over audio, not video.” You said, snuggling back into the covers again. 
“Oh, she has a cute voice and she’s smart, too.” Your shoulders shivered as he somehow managed to give you praise in a mocking tone. “You may call me Suguru, by the way.” 
Suguru. That’s a pretty name, you thought as he began to give you slow, detailed instructions. After asking if you had a laptop and some wireless headphones, Suguru requested that you connect your headphones to your laptop, and restart the audio through there. He hung up, and redialed through video again after you successfully set up according to his plan. His camera was off however, which you were a little bummed about. 
Even though you couldn’t see him, the anticipation of listening to the whole thing was killing you. And he was going to watch you? You wanted to masturbate so bad, but you were so afraid of crossing an unspeakable boundary with him. He let you know that before you put on your headphones, that he would text you to alert you of anything, since you wouldn’t be able to hear him. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing from this situation. 
You ended up getting comfortable on your bed again, and restarted the audio on your laptop. His voice filled your ears again, the lilting rich baritone of his words just drifting and floating you into a realm of pleasure. Around ten minutes go by, when a text pops up on your screen. 
S: do you like it? 
You look at your phone camera directly, and take off your headphones. “I’m enjoying it a lot!” You squeak out, flashing him a meek smile. You reach over to pause the audio, and another text pops up. 
S: then why aren’t you touching yourself 
The breath was stolen from your lungs as your head filled with poor attempts for excuses. He had a good point, but the idea of masturbating in front of a stranger, especially online, was very nerve wracking. 
“I-I-uh-” You stuttered over your words, pulling the right headphone on your ear. “I wasn’t s-sure if y-you were o-ok with it–” 
“Why else do you think I wanted to video call you?” You heard him from the phone, and despite it being a question, he phrased it like a statement, with a teasing lilt that sent pure adrenaline running through your veins. “Did you think I wanted to watch you stare at your laptop for an hour?” He chuckled, tsk-ing you like you were being disciplined by a school teacher. 
“Everything that I ask you to do in the audio, I want you to show me. Show me how you do it. Show me how you touch yourself.” The command rang through your ears, but you nodded slowly, and acknowledged his instruction as you put your headphones back on and unpaused the file. 
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Only a few seconds later came the first request. Suguru in the audio asked you to take your shirt off, and as you did, you pulled off your top and saw your phone screen change. He turned on his camera, adjusting the angle so that it would show only him from the shoulders down. But what you could see was dark hair, slightly wavy at the ends touching his sculpted chest, and a stunning chiseled stomach. The voice in your ears told you to massage your tits, pretending that it was him pulling and twisting your nipples under the fabric of your bra. Completely lost in Suguru’s commands, you cupped your breasts, pinching the nipples and mumbling a quiet “Oh shit!” as you ogled the tiny body shown on your screen. 
More curse words tumbled from your lips as you groped and fondled your boobs, but you refused to remove the undergarment until you heard approval to do so from your headphones. The mouth noises Suguru were making in the microphone were divine, sloppy and messy as he pretended to kiss and suckle on your nipples. Your eyes scrunch shut as little pants fall from your mouth, focusing only on the pleasure of your actions and the words Suguru was feeding you. 
“Ugh, I wanna pull out my cock and fuck your tits baby–” The voice became closer as Suguru moved towards the microphone, in an attempt to recreate the feeling of his lips whispering on your ears. “Do you wanna see my cock, huh baby? Wanna see my big thick cock make a mess on your perfect tits?” 
“Yes please, I wanna see your cock.” You answered out loud. “Please show me your cock Suguru, I wan’ it sooo bad.” Drool escaped your mouth a bit, as you moved your hands lower to grip the sheets and squeeze your thighs a bit. The Suguru on your phone obliged, quietly moving his camera so you could get a peek of his dick. His tip was flushed red, appearing shiny with precum - it was enough to get you to start performing for the camera as well. You pushed your boobs up and massaged them so that Suguru would have a very nice view, letting every moan out with full confidence. 
“Oh fuck, thank you s-sir.” The sudden use of an honorific made Suguru’s eyebrow raise on the other side of the screen, but he chuckled and let you continue. He loved watching you pleasure yourself - even though he couldn’t hear where exactly in the recording you were, he had a general idea of how far along you were. He began slowly rubbing a thumb over the tip of his dick, just sighing heavily and letting himself fall into the same lust that had already taken over your body, possessing you down to the soul. 
In the audio, Suguru had already fucked your tits and made a mess as promised, complimenting you on how pretty you looked with his cum all over you. “Ahhh fuck, sweetie that felt so good. You’re doing so good for me, I bet that pussy is dripping for me, huh?” You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Show me that pussy, darling, let me see what’s mine.” 
Falling gently on your back, your knees knocking together as you pull off your underwear, giving the man on your phone a full view of your needy core, dripping with arousal. Suguru bit his lip, mumbling a curse word under his breath and started to pump his cock a few times lazily. He knew you were a little over halfway through the audio, and he wanted to watch you fall apart a few times before he would do the same. 
“Put a finger in that tight cunt. Thaaat’s it, goood girl.” Suguru’s voice in your headphones drew out every syllable as you began to pry open your pussy and slowly insert a finger in. “Shit, your pretty little pussy looks so fucking good. Look at your legs twitching, you’re doing so good for me.” Your voice pitched up an octave as you struggled to reach your sweet spot. 
“ ‘s not enough, Su-gu-ru.” You panted out every syllable of his name. “My fingers ‘re too small. Need yours, pleaseee.” You knew it was fruitless to beg for fingers that weren’t yours to come and pleasure you, but the fantasy he had intricately crafted for you kept you trapped, in his little world. 
“Keep going baby, put another finger in. Your pussy was made to take my fat cock, it was made for me to stretch you out.” Suguru’s voice was laced with rough grunts and moans as you could hear him fisting his lubricated cock in the audio, the sloppy sounds drowning out the squelching of your core. “Rub your clit for me sweetie, I wanna see you come apart for me. Only for me.” You cried out as you applied pressure on your clit, feeling it throb under your touch. He was sloppily fucking you in the audio, reduced to nonverbal groans and grunts and you tried to match his pace with your fingers - but his tempo gradually got faster and faster until you could barely keep up. Your fingers were warm and sticky, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you were approaching your finish. “Gonna cum, fuck fuck f-fuck–Suguru!!!” 
The real Suguru was lying back, wide-eyed and slack-jawed watching you fall apart to his pre-recorded words. He had an idea of how his content affected his fans, but to watch one react in real time - it was a wholly different experience. He watched as you furiously rubbed your clit until you were gasping for breath, moans pitching up higher and higher until your thighs convulsed and twitched, and he saw clear beads of arousal form little pearls around your pussy. Your orgasm had crested, leaving you winded as he was still fisting his cock.
Your vision had spotted over with little stars, but as you opened your eyes, your breath caught in your throat as you watched him aggressively pleasure himself. Pulling off your headphones, you watched, entranced as he was swearing and muttering curses until he came. His phone knocked over, and he apologized as he readjusted the camera angle so he could continue stroking as ropes of cum dribbled from his cock. He came enough to cover his hand in fluids, and wiped the milky excess on his bare thigh - a sight that made your mouth water. 
“Oh fuck.” You muttered under your breath, feeling drool gathering in your mouth. His cock was so thick and pretty when it was pulsing ropes - the digital boundary separating you two was frustrating. A dry chuckle could be heard from your phone, as you grabbed the little screen and peered closer. Suguru grabbed his phone and you finally got a partial shot of his face - locks of dark hair lightly dampened with sweat, warm eyes gradually un-dilating from the lust calming down. 
“Oh!” You gasped. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be looking at your face–” 
His breathless voice interrupted you. “Don’t be. You’re a pretty little thing. But I know you didn’t finish that audio. How much time is left?” 
You glanced over at the time stamp. A little over thirty minutes had passed, leaving a good chunk of content unplayed. “Like, twenty minutes?” 
“Good. I’ll see you for round two later.” 
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diesel is desire (we were playing with fire) ; sebastian sallow
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pairing sebastian sallow x f!reader word count 4k synopsis sebastian sallow is a good friend. so good, in fact, that when you find yourself under the ungodly influence of a lust potion, he's willing to help give you some relief. content contains seventh year au, dubcon (under the influence of lust potion), darker take on seb's character lol <3, breeding kink, creampie, possessive!sebastian, possessive sex, virginity loss, babytrapping
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“Why did you go out of your way to avoid me?” 
An accusatory voice momentarily breaks you free from the overwhelming feelings you were struggling to deal with, but the voice is too familiar.
The source? Sebastian Sallow — a very disappointed Sebastian Sallow, which after two years of friendship (and the lingering what-if of becoming something more), you’re able to identify as a Sebastian that you would much rather not be dealing with. Particularly because, try as hard as he might, he’s rather prone to saying harsh things and treating you unkindly whenever he gets into one of his moods. The hurt expression on his face is barely concealed by the scowl that mars his otherwise handsome features. 
Don’t think about how handsome he is!
Instead of replying to him, you’re quick to turn your head to the side, trying to focus on the curtain that separates your cot from the others in the infirmary. It’ll do no good to engage with Sebastian right now — not whenever the reason you’ve been compelled to check yourself in to the school nurse is purely because you’re not sure if you have enough self-control to stop yourself from literally ripping his robes off of him.
But it’s not like you can tell him all that. Lying would be preferable, if only Sebastian wasn’t so attuned to you and every single one of your tells. If you attempted lying to him, who knows what more damage you would cause? Then again, blatantly ignoring him also seems equally dangerous, especially with how quick to irritate he’s been lately. Ever since you witnessed him literally murdering his uncle, the relationship between the two of you has grown stronger — being practically partners in crime will do that to a friendship — but also more… volatile. The charming fifth-year you met on your first day of school still remains, but you have long since realized that there’s more to him than meets the eye.
On the surface, he���s nothing but affable. Maybe a bit of a rebellious streak, but it’s all in good nature. In the beginning, it was fun being with him. Exciting, even. Then you started following him on the dark path he paved all by himself, and before you could realize that you were in too deep, it had already been too late to turn around. Now, the seventh-year boy standing by your cot seems so different from the one who lives on only in your memories.
“Don’t ignore me.” He means to make the words come out sharp, irritated. It resembles more of a plea than anything, and you shut your eyes, willing him to leave. It must be all in your head, but you swear you can smell the familiar scent of him: cool mint mixed with the light musk of whatever cologne he’s been favoring since the fifth year. 
“Sebastian, I’m not feeling very well.” You mumble, hoping it’ll be enough to get him to leave you alone. It’s not a lie. You aren’t feeling great whatsoever. Not even the nurse, bless her heart, can figure out what’s become of you. She gave you a pitying look and an almost amused smile as she explained that — in her words — sexual urges are very normal for girls your age. 
If your body wasn’t already overheating, you’re certain your cheeks would have instantly turned hot from sheer embarrassment. 
“Well, why wouldn’t you tell me that instead of abandoning me the whole entire day?” Sebastian is many things with different people. With you, he is both guarded and vulnerable. Some days, when you’re not feeling your best, his emotions versus his actions can give you whiplash. He has the audacity to say something like that all the while, he sounds absolutely tortured over the fact that he had to go eight hours without your presence. 
As if realizing the harshness of his attitude, he softens his tone as he asks, “Are you feeling any better?”
You had gone to the Great Hall before him because you needed to review your History of Magic notes before the test today. All you had was a bit of pumpkin juice and toast, and all had been well until you started feeling warm underneath your robes and sweater. As the heat began to travel through your body, you found it hard to concentrate on your notes. Not because of the heat, but because of the many thoughts swirling around in your head. Flashes of Sebastian that started innocently enough and quickly morphed into daydreams of him without his uniform. Sebastian with his hair messed up from the way your fingers tugged at the strands as he satiated his thirst with the juices flooding between your legs. Sebastian who would prioritize your pleasure over his and could make you cum multiple times before even thinking about getting his dick wet. Sebastian—
—who you share most of your classes with! 
You knew right then and there that something had to be wrong with you. Sure, you’ve thought about him sometimes, but never to that degree. And certainly never at seven in the morning over breakfast and history notes. 
That’s how you ended up lying in a cot in the infirmary, trying your hardest to ignore the intrusive thoughts of Sebastian fucking you ‘til you can’t walk anymore. 
“No.” You practically moan out the word, and you’re hoping to play it off as just you being a baby about being “sick”. 
You don’t expect him to turn your head so that you’re staring up at the ceiling, and you certainly don’t expect him to press the back of his hand against your forehead. His hands are cold, but surprisingly enough, it brings you some sort of relief from the fever that has seemingly overtaken your body. You bite back another moan. 
“You’re burning up.” Gone is his attitude. Instead, it’s been replaced by your favorite Sebastian — the kind, caring one. The one that resembles the boy you first met. Sometimes, his care can be suffocating, but when you find yourself craving nothing but him and his touch, you don’t mind his invasion of your personal space at all. “Are there any other side effects? Does your throat hurt? Stomach? Tell me what’s the matter.” 
You know how Sebastian must feel when it comes to people he cares about falling ill. His sister has only made him more paranoid about the severity of sickness and curses, and the concern and fear etched upon his face makes your hardened resolve of keeping the sordid details of your affliction to yourself melt away.
“Don’t laugh…” You warn him, but your voice seems so small and maybe even a little scared that his expression turns even more serious.
“Never.”
“I think… I think something happened to me. A charm…” You’re careful to dance around the word curse, lest Sebastian accidentally blows up the whole entire infirmary due to his emotional state. “I just feel very hot. And, um, I think the only relief would be to—”
You can’t even say it. You can barely even explain it since you don’t really know what’s happening either. 
“I’mfeelingverysexuallyfrustratedandIhavenomeansofrelief!” 
The two of you know that you’re never going to repeat that phrase ever again, and you’re practically near tears after that little confession. 
“Oh.” He says, as if this is nothing more than a simple, casual conversation and not the most humiliating situation ever. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” 
“Be-because it’s embarrassing!” Has he really no shame? Who would willingly admit that out loud? 
“You know, I’ve heard rumors of some sixth-years trying to pull pranks by spiking the juices with love potions. Just really gimmicky concoctions, truly. Nothing too severe. Hmm… You must have a sensitivity to it, though.” Sebastian’s musings do nothing to bring you reassurance. If anything, it just makes you want to hide. If the universe is truly kind, a sinkhole will emerge from nowhere and swallow you whole. Yes, that sounds lovely right now. 
Instead, the universe is sick, because what else could explain Sebastian telling you, 
“If it’s relief you need, I’d be happy to help.” 
Sebastian is many things to you — a dear friend, a confidant, a literal partner in crime — but none of those things involve him having sex with you, even if the offer only came from some odd sense of duty. 
And that’s what this is, isn’t it? He probably feels indebted to you since the fifth-year. Maybe even anxious, too. You could expose him at any given moment, and maybe that’s why he’s been so keen on attaching himself to your side ever since. This is a humiliating predicament to be in, and Sebastian doesn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell — considering that you don’t even know the names of girls he’s been with before is evidence. 
Besides, you’re only feeling incredibly needy for one person. You can accept his offer, but you’re certainly not going to let him know the truth: that only he is the one who can help you. 
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His cool hand is now cupping your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone in an almost gentle manner. Sweet Sebastian is making an appearance, perhaps to try to put you at ease. You like this Sebastian. “Just let me take care of you.” 
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When the haze of lust clears from your sex-addled mind, the rush of consequences will burden and crush your very conscience. 
Fortunatenly enough, consequences are clearly the last thing on your mind.
It would appear that the only thing you can truly focus on is Sebastian and what his idea of ‘taking care of you’ is. 
The Sebastian staring greedily at you is an unfamiliar Sebastian. You’ve become accustomed to the many variations of himself: Angry Sebastian, who says the most vile things out of spite and usually misguided anger; Remorseful Sebastian, who is quick to grovel (he’s quite good at groveling, really) and wants nothing more than to be back in your good graces; Happy Sebastian, although there are variations upon this very variation — the trick to seeing whether he’s pseudo-happy or not is all in his smile (the fake one is eerily perfect, the real one is crooked and a rarity). This Sebastian, though…
Hungry. 
The word doesn’t quite explain the dark glint in his eyes or the way his hands are almost reverently stroking your body. Your skin felt so, so hot just a few minutes ago — then again, just a few minutes ago, you still had your school jumper and blouse neatly intact. Now, you’re laid practically bare, prey to Sebastian’s more-than predatory gaze. 
If the two of you weren’t such great friends, you might have had enough sense to be scared.
The only articles of clothing left to protect your dignity and shield you from his eyes are your skirt (which is already riding up to expose your thighs due to his wandering hands), your white cotton panties, and the matching bra. 
“How do you feel now?” He asks, and you want to tell him you’re still feeling embarrassed, but his hands feel surprisingly nice on your skin, and you can’t help but hunger for more. Perhaps the look in his eyes, the one you couldn’t quite find a proper name for, is the same look you’re giving him. 
“More.” You whimper out, not caring if you sound selfish or impatient. This is awful. The two of you should put a stop to… To whatever the hell this is! This is a horribly unbecoming, unsavory situation you are in, and if things progress like how you think they are going to (how you want them to), then you’re both dead once all the adults find out. Professor Weasley would probably force the two of you to be wedded within the next day of her finding out, not to mention that the headmaster would probably have the both of your heads on sticks.
But you don’t tell him to stop because your rational thought is slipping, much like your bra. You’re viewing everything almost as if in a trance, almost as if this is happening to someone else and not you. But it is very much you; it’s your nipples hardening after being exposed to the cool air of the infirmary. It’s your bra that Sebastian tosses to the side. He’s licking his lips, eyeing the expanse of skin that has been revealed to him. In ordinary circumstances, you’re certain you would make all attempts to cover yourself up and try to regain some sense of modesty.
In these circumstances, you practically arch your back and mewl out for more, more, more.
More touching. More skin-to-skin contact. More of Sebastian. You want him. All of him. Every part of him. You want his cock ramming into your cunt, you want his hands wrapped around your throat, his mouth spewing out words of filth right into your ear. Most importantly, even though all you can seemingly focus on is having him ravish you, you can’t help but to be greedy and dare to hunger for more. You want his secrets — all of them. You want to know the nightmares that plague him, and whether he’s full of regrets, just like you. You want to have a claim to his soul, just like how he already has a claim to yours. You want to know that when his heart beats, it is calling out for you. 
“I’m going to kiss you now.” He announces, like he’s waiting for you to protest. He’s not directly asking, but the question is still there, as is the warning. Can I kiss you? If you let me, there’s no going back. 
“Please.” You whimper, completely and entirely at his mercy.
“Say it.” Sebastian swallows hard, almost as if he’s also nervous and too charged up with desire. His fingers are loosening his tie. He has already shrugged off his robes. 
He doesn’t tell you want to say, but you already know what he wants to hear. The words have been resting on the tip of your tongue this whole entire time, anyway. 
“I want you to— to kiss me, and more…” You look into his eyes. The lights in the infirmary make them appear a lighter color than usual. “I want more. I want you, Sebastian.”
The moment the last confession slips from your soft lips, Sebastian’s mouth descends upon your own. His body is angled awkwardly, trying not to crush you with his weight, but you can feel the heat emanating from him all the same, even despite the layers of his clothing that separates the two of you. 
You think the world stops spinning when his lips slot against yours. He tastes like the pumpkin juice from this morning, sweet and refreshing. There’s a lingering taste of spearmint toothpaste. You want to keep kissing him forever. You want him to kiss you everywhere else. When breathing becomes a necessary thing, he stops. You frown. You didn’t want him to stop. Oxygen is overrated, anyway. 
He lays a hand against the pillow you’re resting on, staring down at you, want clearly displayed on his visage; desire is etched onto every facial feature, and his eyes are gazing so intently into yours, you wonder if he’s a Legilimens. 
“Promise me you won’t regret this. Swear that you truly do want this.” 
He must not be a Legilimens, then. It’s so clear you’ve been in… It feels odd to admit it. Wrong, even. But it’s the truth—
—you’ve been in love with him since the fifth year.
You don’t keep someone’s secrets, their crimes, to yourself when you don’t love them. You let him perform Cruciatus on you, and you forgave him. No — you didn’t. Because you asked him to. There was nothing to forgive. You would endure it, over and over and over again, just for him, only him. And to think, you’re flooding your panties just at some simple fantasies of him, and he has the nerve to believe you don’t want this? Don’t want him?
“I promise. I swear it to you. I want this entirely.” And maybe liquid courage had been slipped into the juice you’ve consumed as well because you find yourself admitting, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you. If it… If it had to be done the first time around, I would always dream of you doing it to me.” 
He stops breathing, just for a moment. Gapes at you, even. 
“Y-you’re a virgin?” 
You wonder if you’ve gone off and ruined the mood. You wonder if you should take it back, say you were just joking, but before you can, his lips are pressing against yours once again. This kiss is even hungrier than the last, and you’re not quite sure how that’s even possible. It’s almost as if he wants to devour you whole. 
“Thank you.” He gasps out, so close to you that his breath tickles your nose. “Thank you for entrusting me with this, love. I promise I’ll make it good for you, just as you deserve.” 
And suddenly Sebastian is just everywhere. His sweater is discarded on the floor, right next to your bra and his tie. His belt is unclasped; he hasn’t even bothered to remove it entirely, just displaced it enough to where he can unbutton his trousers, and he’s pulling it down — his pants, that is. And the briefs. He hasn’t entirely disposed of everything, just partially. Meticulous Sebastian Sallow who is now so far gone into lust and depravity that he cannot even handle wasting another second by removing himself entirely of his clothes. You have made a man into a beast.
But you see the way he’s eyeing you — all dark hair and sharp teeth. He flips your skirt up, exposing your damp panties to him, and he licks his lips again, and you realize — perhaps too late, or perhaps you’ve known all this time — that Sebastian has always been a bit of a beast. A wolf only coyly imitating domesticity. 
“You’re so wet.” He brushes a finger against your cotton-covered folds, and you shiver. 
Yes! Your body seems to cry out. More, more, more! Your back arches, keening, craving his touch. You’re soaking through the fabric, making it practically translucent. You’ve never been this wet before in your life. You’ve never wanted his touch more badly than you do now. 
“For me.” He mutters, but in the silence of the infirmary, you hear him all too clearly. “Is this all for me, love? Have you been like this all day?”
You nod, not trusting yourself to form coherent sentences. Even if he’s not staring at your head, far too fixated at what’s between your legs, he hums his approval. 
“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make it all better.” 
He’s kissing you. He’s got your panties only pulled to one side, and you think he’s muttering apologies against your saliva-coated lips. Something that sounds awfully like sorry, so sorry, but I can’t wait, and I don’t think you can, either. You barely catch a glimpse of his cock before you can feel the sharp heat of his length against your inner thigh. You would have thought that there would be some preparation, especially since this will be your first, but you’re thoroughly soaked. You’re aching for a sensation you have never felt before, but the animal inside of your brain is telling you, instinctually, to seek Sebastian out. That Sebastian will make it all better. That’s what he said he’ll do, and he’s kissing you, and he’s apologizing, and—
—and the world stops spinning.
No. There’s some slight resistance at first, your poor cunt protesting at the intrusion. A second later, and he’s slipping in half of his length with considerably more ease. A few inches more, and his hips are pressed against yours, and oh— Oh, it’s like you’re made for him. There is no resistance. There is no pain. There’s just you and him, and your body is welcoming him home. Where has he been? It seems to ask. Please don’t ever leave again. 
“Fuuuuck.” He hisses it out, and his teeth are gritted, and he’s admiring you. His eyes flicker to your face, down to your breasts, down down down right to where the two of you are connected. The word comes out broken, and yet, drawn out. As if he’s struggling to speak. 
Then he starts thrusting, and suddenly you realize that the world hasn’t ceased its spinning. No — now it’s moving entirely too fast. It must be off its axis. You feel otherworldly. You feel like this pleasure, this overwhelming, absolutely delicious pleasure, cannot simply exist on earth. It should be impossible. It should be impossible to find comfort and rapture in the way the tip of his cock seemingly kisses your cervix. You expect pain. 
You only find mindnumbing, earth shattering pleasure.
You feel stretched beyond your limits. You hear his pants and his groans, and you’re moaning, too. Calling out his name, which is so silly, he’s right there, he’s right there. There, at that special spot, at the spot you’ve never been able to discover on your own. You now know why adults advise so heavily against these type of relations — it’s simply addicting. You don’t think you can stop; you don’t think you want to stop.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, you’re so good f’me. Such a good girl. My good girl, aren’t you?” He’s rambling. His thrusts are considerably sloppier, and you feel his thumb brush against your clit, and you arch your back some more, practically screaming out his name. The stimulation is too much — it’s not enough — and you will always crave him. “Tell me. Tell me that you’re mine.”
There’s something so, so addicting about his possession. About being treated like his possession. 
“Yours. M’yours, Seb. All—” You can’t finish your sentence. The pleasure is becoming too much, and you’re too sensitive, and he’s doing this thing, this absolutely amazing thing, where he rubs circles on your clit in tandem with his harsh thrusts, and you’re cumming. You don’t ever want to come down. 
He feels you cum, sees your juices drench his cock as he pulls out, only to push right back in, relishing in the feeling of your contracting walls. He leans down, biting on your neck, and you take a hand to grip his dark hair, still cumming, and now he is, too. Spurts of his cum are flooding into you, painting your walls, successfully staking his unrivaled claim on you. You have been compromised. If anyone were to find the two of you out, you would have no other choice but to take his hand, his ring, his family name, him. You would have to take it all.
Coming down from his high, he has enough kindness left in him to lick at the wound he’s left on your neck. Your eyes are fluttering close, the intensity of it all thoroughly exhausting you. You don’t know the thoughts swirling in his mind. You don’t sense the longing behind him stroking your stomach, wondering if the Felix Felicis — his bottled Liquid Luck he’s spent forever brewing — has done its job. It would surely be very lucky, indeed, if his seed takes this first time around. 
Your breathing slows, and he feels your heartbeat even out. You’re exhausted, poor thing. Perhaps he had been too rough.
He’ll apologize, he decides, by doing something that’ll benefit the both of you. He ought to clean you up, get you tucked in, and when you wake, he’ll go down on you. He bets you taste so sweet, so innocent. He had known, of course, that he was your first — that he was always going to be your first. Your only. 
He wonders if the effects of the lust potion will still linger in your system even after you wake up. Probably so — he did it brew it quite strongly.
But the adoration, the love, in your eyes is something no amount of skilled potioneering can create. No; your feelings for him are real. You just needed to lower your inhibitions to get to the confessional stage.
And now that you have confessed… 
Sebastian Sallow can rest well after confirming what he’s known ever since he first laid eyes on you:
You’re his.
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So you did the JJK guys turn ons. What about their turn offs?
JJK Men Turn-Offs
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Characters: Gojo Satoru / Ryomen Sukuna/ Toji Fushiguro/ Nanami Kento/ Geto Suguru/ Choso Kamo / Ino Takuma.
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Gojo Satoru: Poor Hygiene.
I see Gojo as someone who gives attention to details, to himself, his partner and in general.
He's someone that values aesthetics.
He's into self-care and likes to spend money on expensive body lotions, perfumes, nice and elegant clothes.
So poor hygiene is an immediate red flag for him, as it contradicts his preferences for cleanliness and order.
Satoru takes pride in his appearance and expects the same from people around him especially his partner.
So a partner lacking efforts in matching his level of cleanliness and appearance is a turn off for him especially with the importance he places on the way he presents himself.
Satoru believes that taking care of oneself is a form of respect for others, so for him, lack of hygiene is considered as lack consideration.
Poor hygiene disappoints him a lot and would definitely distance himself.
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Ryomen Sukuna: Inability to satisfy his sexual desires.
Driven by his desires and lust, once his partner screws up, it's over.
He has a dominant and assertive nature, wanting everything to go as he wishes.
He has high expectations and puts big emphasis on his sex life.
So his partner's / love interest's inability to satisfy his desires or refuse to do some wild crazy shit that he wants, would frustrate him and make him angry.
Sukuna won't disappoint his partner, he's literally the best at sexually pleasing them, so it's crucial that he's equally pleased and satisfied.
If his partner fails to fulfill his needs then it might trigger his impatience, making him less tolerant.
He places big importance on mutual enjoyment, if he senses any imbalance, then he's end the relationship without hesitation.
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Toji Fushiguro: Being A Drama Queen.
Toji is a straightforward and rational man.
He values smartness and efficiency, so making excessive drama or overreactions is a major turn-off for him.
He prefers logical thinking and conflicts solving over unnecessary emotional displays .
Toji is a prudent man and sees easily through dramatic actions or words any attempted manipulation from his partner.
He prefers a partner who can handle their emotions maturely and independently without causing a fuss.
Constant drama might make him feel bored or like he's dealing with a child and not a grown up adult.
For him exaggerated reactions, nagging are a waste of time, a headache stimulator and get on his nerves.
He prefers a chill, simple and laid back partner.
Would definitely distance himself without further engaging in the the relationship/ situationship.
Would feel second hand embarrassed if his partner makes a scene.
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Nanami Kento: Arrogance.
There's a difference between being self-confident and being arrogant.
The first one is a turn-on for Nanami, the second one is an immediate turn-off.
That line that separates them "attitude" makes a huge shift in the way he perceive his partner.
He finds arrogance off-putting.
He prefers a partner who is grounded and modest; traits that align with his own reserved nature.
Being an introverted man, Nanami tends to communicate in a calm and polite manner, with an arrogant partner the balance of his communication style would be disrupted.
An arrogant partner would talk down to him, which is very demeaning.
Politeness and mutual respect are necessary for Nanami, and arrogance can come across as dismissive, he finds that unappealing.
Nanami wants a genuine connection with his partner, where both of them are sincere, caring and responsible.
And arrogance brings with it selfishness and this doesn't align with how he pictures a stable, romantic relationship with a calm and harmonious environment.
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Geto Suguru: Lack Of Ambitions And Negativity.
For a man with very big dreams, lack of ambitions is pathetic.
He wants a partner to push him forward and not bring him down with their negativity.
Geto believes in constant striving for improvement and excellence, so having a partner with no dreams would definitely get into his way and waste his time.
He pities people who are too basic and too simple and sees them as weak and burden in earth.
For him only people who are willing to make an impact on society are worth living but the purposeless ones are just a waste of oxygen.
The lack of purpose means lack of personality for him, it would make him instantly disconnected and disgusted no matter how much he would be physically attracted to that person.
Geto envisions a romantic relationship as a collaboration towards achieving mutual common goals.
So lack of ambitions and negativity would hinder the formation of thus goal-oriented relationship.
If a person isn't willing to change, push boundaries and challenge themselves, then Suguru wouldn't even bother to spend another second with them.
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Choso Kamo: Talking To Other Guys.
Choso is a loyal man with a protective nature.
He prefers quality over quantity, having a loyal partner would mean the whole world to him.
A partner who engages in unnecessary or flirty conversations with other man ( even at the beginning of the relationship) would definitely make him really sad and turn him off at the spot.
Choso appreciates a reserved partner who only has eyes on him, so a gf/bf who likes to be the center of attention of other guys and constantly talk with them would make him break up with them to protect his heart and peace.
Choso wants undivided attention, he is willing to give the world to his partner, cut off all unnecessary connections if his partner feels jealous or uncomfortable and he wants the same.
Trust is crucial for Choso, and once his partner breaks that trust then it's over.
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Ino Takuma: Dry Replies.
Ino is a man who thrives on his partner's affection and attention.
So dry replies would definitely make him sad and question hus partner's feelings towards him.
Ino likes to engage in lively conversations that flow effortlessly, from sharing how was his day to his plans for tomorrow.
So being constantly faced with replies that lack enthusiasm or effort are huge turn-off for him.
He puts too much effort in the relationship so he expects the same from his partner.
Ino appreciates a partner who expresses themselves openly, and also good listener who is willing to comfort him and tell him thay everything is gonna be alright.
And receiving cold replies would disappoint him and push him away, making him think that his partner is careless about him.
Also when sharing memes. Humor is important to Ino, so dry and dull answers would make him feel embarrassed and awkward.
He cares too much, he deserves someone who would give him the attention and care he needs.
So distancing himself from a dry partner would save him his energy and save him from overthinking.
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pastelbakugou · 4 months
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It's here! The highly requested NSFW Poly!KiriBaku x Fem!Reader headcanons with mini scenarios. All characters written here are aged up to be adults in their early 20s to 30s.
TW⚠️: Mentions of size kink, breeding, impact play, anal/ass play, toy usage, scent kink, praise kink, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, voyeurism, degradation, biting kink, pillow princess, aftercare. Let me know if I missed any!
You were all equally parts shy and excited about exploring the physical side of your relationship when it first began.
Kirishima and Bakugou obviously had more in common, anatomically speaking, but they were nervous about which of them would bottom first. Bakugou claimed that his ass was an exit only, and Kirishima was equally as frightened by the idea of something so new, foreign, and a little taboo.
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Instead of putting all the pressure on the two men to decide something without having any experience with it, you volunteered to start as the first receiver. This worked because you got to selfishly indulge in being the center of their attention while they both got to explore their own sexuality and autonomy.
It wasn't long before a rhythm was set between the three of you, with you as their bottom and them as your tops. This was great for a while until you began to crave a shift in your dynamic.
You loved being their bottom, but you were a switch at heart, and you yearned being able to take the reins and have your way with them.
When you initially confronted them about it, they were on board until it came time to actually preform the acts; both heroes a little shy and unsure.
After a while of debating between the three of you, Eijirou stepped up and offered himself. He confessed that he had an inkling that he may be a switch as well but he was too ashamed to admit that he, The Manly Red Riot, wanted to be treated like a pillow princess or slapped around sometimes too. You and Katsuki were of course having none of that, giving the red head a safe space to explore his sexuality and body.
In doing so, you both also managed to shift Katsuki's perspective on himself and his own relationship with his body.
Now being in your late twenties as adults, you all identified as switches. Katsuki prefers to remain a top most times, but he will on occasion submit to you and Eijirou, allowing you to have you both to have your way.
Sometimes one of you would top while the other two bottomed and other times two of you would top and only one would submit.
That being said, you all spent a lot of time figuring out what worked for each of you and what didn't.
Kirishima's kinks:
Size kink- He had a humongous growth spurt during his third year in high school. He went from being 5'7" (an inch shorter than Katsuki) to a whapping 6'5" what felt like overnight. He's even a couple inches taller than that now as full grown adult He loves that he's bigger than you and Katsuki. It makes him feel super masculine and manly.
Breeding kink- He loves to pump you and Katsuki full of his seed and watch it seep out of your holes. It makes him feel like his claiming the two of you as his.
Scent kink: He loves yours and Katsuki's scents; you smell of herbs, flowers and fruit while Katsuki has a spiced burnt caramel because of his quirk. If he doesn't smell like the two of you combined by the time you're all finished, then you're not finished. He also loves making you and Kats smell like him, this goes back to him laying his claim to you.
Impact play- As much as he loves putting you and Katsuki over his knee, he also loves being smacked around quite a bit too. Although he can take a lot more than you and Kats because of his quirk.
Anal/Ass play- Again, he loves being the giver just as much as a receiver. Sometimes, he just wants you or Kats to fuck him until he forgets about everything for a while. You got him a monster cock (that can be added to a strap on) for his birthday a couple years back and it's now one of his favorite things to have used on him during scenes or when he's by his lonesome and feeling horny.
Toy usage: You were definitely the one to get him into this. He had no idea such wonderful things existed before you. He now won't let you or Katsuki do a scene without at least one. Whether it's a butt plug or a vibrator of sorts; either your sucking rose or a hitachi wand, he won't do without one. Unless one of you is seeking soft, meaningful, slow sex, only then does he let up.
Praise kink: It's pretty self explanatory, but ya boy likes to be praised. It makes his heart sing and his chest radiate heat when you and Katsuki tell him what a good job he's doing and how good he is, even if you're not engaged in sex.
Bakugou's kinks:
Orgasm Control/ Denial: He loves to make you and Eijirou total pleading messes before letting you cum. He also loves watching your reactions when you do finally cum. You're so fucked out, you don't care that you're drooling everywhere and screaming with pleasure. He once read a study that claimed that the longer you are kept in an aroused state the better it is for you health. He'll claim that he's doing you guys a favor and to an extent he is, but he's really just getting on you not getting off. It makes him feel powerful.
Overstimulation: This plays into the orgasm control. While he does overstimulate both you and Eiji, he does have a tendency to focus more on you since you are able to have multiple orgasms back to back without going dry. Katsuki will mock you about how before you did nothing but beg him for your release and now you're begging him to stop. Well, it's too bad because now you get to stop cumming until he decides you're done.
Voyeurism: He loves to watch you and Eijirou fuck. Sometimes, you'll call him while he's out and ask if you and Eiji can do it, but he'll ask you to wait until he gets back. He'll be leaned back in his big leather recliner with a glass of scotch in his hand, taking a sip every now and again, but never looking away from the scene before him. And when he's away on long trips or missions, he'll video call you and jack off to watching and listening to you and Kiri getting off (Read that here🤭)
Degradation: This one was a bit weird for you guys to figure out at first. You didn't like it when Katsuki called you a slut or a bitch, getting teary eyed and choked up when he would. Eventually he figured out calling you his slut and his bitch had the wanted affect on you. Kiri didn't really like being talked down either, preferring to praised as well. But in the middle of a scene when Katsuki had the red head arch his ass up in the air for a spanking, he'd shudder in delight at being called a bad boy, moaning in agreement that he was indeed a bad boy that needed more punishment. Katsuki also liked to be degraded in the bed room. He loved when you'd mock him calling him pathetic and weak while Eijirou fucked him so hard his eyes crossed.
Biting kink: Kats loves to be bitten, especially by Eijirou. Your smaller and sweet love bites are wonderful, don't get him wrong, but Eiji's shark-like teeth just pierce him in a way only the red head can pull off. He proudly wore his partners' marks on his body like badges, snickering when other heroes would gawk and make comments about his marks in the locker room.
Katsuki is also into Impact play and Anal/Ass play like Eijirou, although, he does prefer to be on the giving end of those kinks rather than the receiving end. That being said, he will allow you and the red hero to smack him around and mess with his ass on occasion. The older he gets, the less he minds if someone else takes over.
Now for some spicy scenarios!
You personally love to be treated as a pillow princess most times, loving their undivided attention on you. Although at times it was more a curse than a blessing, especially if your tops were in a mood. Katsuki would make sure that he and Eijirou had made you a blubbering, sobbing mess before the end of the night. Your poor clit swollen and sensitive from all the unrelenting attention it had received and your holes wonderfully tender and sore from being stretched, slapped, and pounded. You're almost always sore the next day, but it's a welcomed reminder of how loved and cared for you are.
On other nights, when you have the carnal need to be dominate, Eijirou will always offer himself as tribute. He loved being manipulated by your delicate and feminine, but terribly cruel hands. Sometimes the red head would purposefully act out to get you to punish him.
Those nights, you'd either sling him over a piece of furniture and beat his ass red with your favorite paddle(read that here😈) or you'd deny his climax until he pleaded and sobbed for you to let cum, wailing that he finally saw the error of his ways. On other nights, you would slowly and sensually pick him apart, doing all of his favorite things and cooing praises at him, until he became a puddle of goo in your hands, blabbing about how you are his Goddess and he doesn't deserve you.
Katsuki will happily sit back and observe the more intense scenes between you two, but sometimes, you'll ask him to do you bidding instead. You'll be sat on the blonde's beloved recliner, it's seer size making you look like a little ethereal fairy upon it, especially while decorated in your white, rhinestone embedded lingerie and your long sheer robe draping elegantly over your feminine curves. A crystal glass of rose' in your hand that you swirl and sip from time to time.
Grinning menacingly as you watch Katsuki fuck the poor red head within an inch of his life, spouting off orders to 'hit him here' and 'don't let him cum yet'. You'll come down from your throne and join the fun, eventually. Ordering the sturdy hero arch his reddened and beaten ass into the air, so you can grace his swollen hole with your tongue. Sometimes you'll even graciously grant his request of stepping on him with your shimmery stilettoes, even going the extra mile of pressing the tip of your heel into his hole and pushing it in until it cant go any further.
But nights where Katsuki let's you and Eijirou have your way are by far the most anticipated because of how rare they are. You and the red head take turns picking him apart, sucking at his cock and pinching his sensitive tits while finger fucking his asshole until it's spread enough for your strap on and then finally prepared for Eijirou's monster sized dick. The noises the blonde makes, you both agree, are heavenly. The way his ruby eyes roll back into the back his skull when he climaxes from being only touched from the back is a sight that is otherworldly.
Aftercare: The type of aftercare you all preform/receive is dependent on the scene that preceded it. If it's you that bottomed, the heroes will gently press kisses into your skin and shower you with praises while preparing a bubble bath for you. They'll soak you in the fragrant, sudsy concoction while rubbing you down with wash cloths and feeding you pieces of fruit. One of them will always stay by the tub, resting a hand against your extended ankle or calf as physical proof that they are still present.
If it's Eijirou that was the center of attention, you'll clean him up in a bath while Katsuki cooks up some of the red head's favorite marinated meat. You'll pull him from the tub, dress him in some comfy clothes and wrap a heated blanket around his hulking figure, leading him to the couch for a movie and food (either dinner or a late night snack, depending on the night).
If it was Katsuki's turn to be the focus of your affection, he just prefers to rest and snuggle. Eijirou will either wipe him down with a cloth or give him a quick rinse in the shower, depending how messy or intense the scene was, while you change the sheets. The red head will carry him back into the bedroom like a damsel and set him on the bed and press kisses all over the blonde until he starts to grumble about being too tried to deal with all that. You'll roll your eyes and slip under the fresh sheets with your lovers and snuggle up to the grumpy man while Eiji does the same, eventually drifting off into a deep, restful sleep.
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theninthwonder · 5 months
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Featuring: Roman Reigns x female reader
Content Warning: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI
Word Count: 1.3k
FINALLY a Roman fic! This man has been neglected by yours truly after wanting to write about him forever, but that is officially no longer. I do hope y'all enjoy! It is very lazily proofread, so my apologies for any errors !
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“You missed me?”
A slow, trembling sigh escaped you. You weren’t sure if this was the response your former lover required, but you were equally unsure of your ability to formulate words. Not with his lips pressing sweet, torturous kisses to your inner thighs. Not with your hips pinned down by his powerful, sweat glistened arms. You were concentrating your hardest on not to lose the entirety of your mind, despite the fact you knew it was a long lost battle.
The battle was lost the moment Roman called you.
His reaching out had surprised you. You two hadn’t been involved—let alone talked—in close to a year. And it had been your decision to end things. You recalled the surprise, then the disappointment that flashed in his gaze on that night you invited him to your apartment. Roman hadn’t even known you were in talks to join another promotion. But, he understood you were in want of more. You shared one final night with him, and truly lost count of how many times the man had made you come.
…well, you had believed it would be the last night.
“Hmm baby? You missed me?”
His torture moved further south. Those lips of his making a tingling, semi wet trail toward your pussy as he had introduced his tongue to your skin. Your limbs squirmed under his hold; your thighs itched to rise off of the bed and enclose around his head. A low, taunting chuckle intermingled with the kisses he placed on your heated skin. His grip squeezed around your thighs, as if silently telling you to behave.
Your mouth fell open to utter a breathless, “God yes.”
The intention was to meet up for dinner. Just to catch up on life and the individual things you two had going on. That was what you told yourself as you’d pulled out a tight black number from your closet, the one that fit like paint and highlighted all of your best features. Okay… you can’t lie… you wanted Roman to sweat a little bit. You could play coy all you wanted, but the simple fact about it?
You hadn’t found anyone who even came close to being able to fuck you like Roman could.
The intense sexual tension throughout dinner is how you found yourself back at his home hours later—your dress a tattered, forgotten heap of fabric on the floor and your body spread out naked on top of his black silk sheets. A year had done nothing, it seemed, because Roman hadn’t forgotten your sweet spots. That much was evident by the way he had you squirming and dripping for him.
His tongue snaked a circle right before the juncture between your thigh and your pussy. He snatched the breath right out of your lungs as his lips clamped down to suck on the sensitive skin there.
“Roman!” That breath he stole came out as a high moan, desperate and wanting. Your chin bent to press into your chest, looking down at him. He released your skin with an audible smack, his dark eyes rising to land on you.
“Mmhm, that’s more like it,” he boasted. His lips formed that beautiful smirk you hadn’t realized you missed until you actually witnessed it. You had especially missed seeing him like this, looking up at you from between your thighs.
He soon put those lips back to your preferred use, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. His thick tongue slid out slowly, flat so you could see the length of it before he placed it directly on your honey slicked lips. Pleasure drawn from your lips in a long, loud cry. He moved languidly, making sure to soak up every bit of you with that tongue of his. He curled the tip of it as he reached your clit, flicking your pretty pearl.
“You missed how I lick this pretty pussy?”
Roman didn’t offer you an opportunity to answer. His stiff tongue circled your swollen nub before closing his full lips around you. What you could only interpret as pure ecstasy washed over his gorgeous face. His eyes closed, and he began to go to town.
Stammering gasps, broken syllables, and breathless moans were the only sounds you could emit. Your pussy became a faucet, juices leaking nonstop onto the silk sheets beneath your naked ass. Your manicured fingernails clawed at them; you grasped and yanked helplessly in useless attempt to both regain control and to lose all control. Officially, you were going crazy at each talented stroke of the man’s tongue. His enthusiasm for your taste were made obvious by his deep groans, the way his mouth nudged repeatedly against you, and how rapidly his tongue flicked over your throbbing clit. If your eyes weren’t closed or rolling, you tried to keep them on him.
Those dark lashes lifted upward to catch your gaze; the lust and hunger inside of his was more than enough to make you grind your hips down onto his bearded jaw. His pupil-blown eyes locked on you as he extended his tongue down to your dripping cove. His appreciation of you was loud and sloppy as he lapped up all of your juices. You even heard him gulp, before placing a wet kiss on your clit.
“Taste as sweet as I remember.”
His voice seemed impossibly deeper, which only made you even more of a mess for him. Roman’s chuckle was dark and luscious, his nose brushing your clit as that tongue of his slid into your pussy. Tears pooled in your eyes as pleasure unknown flooded you. He stiffened it once more to fuck you slowly with it, his face buried deep between your thighs.
“Shiiit,” you whined. You ground into his face, not even caring if you might cut off his breathing. You didn’t need him to breathe, you needed him to make you come. And the fire building deep within let you know that it wasn’t too far off. Your hips rolled in tune to the rhythm he set, bucking straight to an orgasm.
“Ahhh fuuuck!” you cried. “Yesss Daddy, just like that.”
Roman grunted. “Like this, baby?”
He had slipped his tongue out of you to trail it back upward, making sure to replace the void with his index and middle finger. Sliding into your wetness and pushing so deep up against your G spot while wrapping his mouth around your clit. Once, twice, thrice…. Your eyes met your brain as they rolled backwards, body quaking hard enough to hit the Richter scale.
“Fuuck,” you heard him release a throaty groan. “Baby girl, you comin’ so hard.”
You could feel it, evident by not only your body’s reaction but the stars that spotted your vision. As you came down, your spine slowly returned to the bed. Roman leisurely collected and swallowed every drop of your nectar. Sensitivity made you want to clamp your thighs shut, but his hands slapped them back open. You caught the warning gaze he gave you in response.
When he finished, Roman crawled up over your body on his hands and knees. He bent down, his dark waves curtaining your face as he did so, and gave you a taste of what you’d shared with him. You adored the scent and taste of yourself on this man. Truth be told… you’d missed it.
“I could eat that pussy like a five course meal.”
You panted, “Well, shit, you did.”
Roman smirked. His tongue slid across his top lip, letting the tip rest on the corner. “You think I’m done? You know me better than that.”
You giggled. “Damn, can I recover first?”
An aftershock threatened to move through you at the gaze he awarded you in response—devious and hungry. You weren’t able to see his expressions afterward, for he flipped you over onto your stomach. Your mouth opened to ask him what he thought he was doing, when you felt his big, strong hands grab your ass cheeks. He spread them apart, the breaths in his chuckle tickling your slick pussy from the back.
“You don’t need to recover. Just lay here... and keep these thighs spread, baby.”
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fanpageknight · 5 months
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Yandere Roronoa Zoro Headcanons
Posted:10/16/23
Title: Yandere Roronoa Zoro Headcanons
Yandere Zoro x GN Reader
Summary: Yandere Roronoa Zoro Headcanons
Author's note: I'm not super into Zoro but wanted to make this anyway
Word Count: 1K
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Warnings: yandere, NSFW, language
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Zoro seems very AroAce to me, so Yandere Zoro would most likely be very platonic. [Anime Zoro could pass as Asexual]
I'm not sure how to describe it, but Zoro wants a meaningful partnership with you. Without romance or sex. He also doesn't want you to find those things with someone else. He's tried to explain it to Sanji, and he just says, "...so you want to date them?" or "So... you want to be their boyfriend?" Zoro thinks about it before responding with "pretty much but without the romance." Sanji then gets confused. "So friendship?" Zoro rolls his eyes. "No more than friends... like a life partner... I guess... I don't know, fuck off." Sanji watched him walk off. "The hell did I do?"
As long as you know where you're going, Zoro will never get lost again. He is constantly your shadow
"We make a great team. We should partner up." Zoro randomly tells you. The statement confused you. "What do you mean? We're already crewmates." Zoro sighed, annoyed you didn't read his mind. "Not like that idiot. You know, be life partners." Zoro stares out at the sea with a stoic face to scared to look at you. "Are you asking me out?" Again, Zoro sighed in frustration. "Yeah... guess I am."
If you accept his confession, he'll smile. A genuine soft smile then hugs you, telling you he loves you.
Yandere Zoro is the definition of "scary boyfriend privileges."
Before you started dating, he told people you were his. Zoro thought it was understood that he meant mine as in "under my protection, so don't try anything funny." Or "Don't try anything funny" when someone is trying to flirt with you or kill you.
Even when you're officially dating, I don't think Zoro views it as a romantic relationship. You're his equal, and he's loyal to you. He doesn't mind if it's romantic for you, though. Zoro is a good partner and will provide you with anything you need in a relationship.
Zoro does kiss, but it's usually on your face or hand.
He hates PDA. That's a private thing for him. In private, he's more likely to give you a deep, slow kiss.
The thought wouldn't cross his mind but would be happy if you had earrings like his. Then get "pouty" when you don't wear them. At some point, he unintentionally started to see the three dangling earrings as an equivalent to a wedding ring.
If you don't know basic defense, he'll teach you, and it's not a choice. Zoro, we'll make you learn.
Zoro doesn't have sexual attraction and doesn't desire sexual release, but if you do, he will gladly help you. Preferably with his hands or a sex toy, he can use on you. Frankly, the toys are his favorite because you get the most satisfaction from them.
for someone with no sexual desire, he's great at dirty talk. "You like that, baby~," Your boyfriend Zoro asks while slamming a dildo in and out of you. Words couldn't form, so you just mindlessly drool. "There you go. Take what I fucking give you~"
He'll buy a "clone a dick" kit to give you a dildo of his cock so he doesn't have to use his real one.
Anytime you want actual sex from him. He'll first ask if there's something else he can do for you. If not, he might be willing to. These moments are far and few. All of his focus in those moments is to help you get off. Like he'd let you bounce on his dick after lubing you up. His arm lay nonchalantly on the top of the couch as he remained unaffected psychically by your desperate bouncing. Zoro doesn't mind mocking you for your needs while watching the show. "Pathetic. Letting your animalistic needs get the better of you~"
If you reject him, he won't result tp kidnapping you. Instead, he follows you around 24/7 like a loyal guard dog. There is no longer a single moment to yourself.
"I may not force you with me, but you also can't force me to leave~" He tells you after you scream at him to leave you alone. Zoro crosses his arms and takes a step back, patiently waiting to be your shadow again.
Zoro is not here to force a relationship on you. His objective is to keep you safe at all costs and to keep you out of a romantic/sexual relationship with anyone else.
You're in absolutely no danger with Zoro following you around. Not by his hands or anyone else's. Not even your own.
Zoro is very jealous and protective.
Sanji has been hit over the head or straight-up knocked out because Zoro got jealous. He didn't even do anything wrong or perverted. Zoro was just pissy.
"What the hell, Mosshead!?" Sanji yells, holding the back of his head. "Don't touch them..." Zoro speaks monotone. "Zoro?! He was just trying to brush something off my jacket!" You fussed. "I don't care. He shouldn't be touching you..." He went to draw a sword when you tried to help Sanji up, only stopping when you glared at him. "Stop acting like you're my boyfriend or something. You fucking weirdo!" You shout at Zoro. "Yeah!" Sanji backs you up. "Come on, Sanji. I'll help you ice your head." Sanji's melts at your kindness as he overplays the injury. Zoro bites his tongue, causing it to bleed, and tries to follow you. "Stay!" You command Zoro. He listens and watches you both walk to the ship's kitchen.
Becoming Yandere for you has distracted him from trying to become the world's greatest swordsman while helping motivate him. "I have to keep my promise to become the world's greatest swordsman then I'll know for sure that I can protect y/n no matter what."
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cillmequick · 4 months
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Ma'am please bestow upon me your amazing smut writing ways! 😩Your smut scenes are always top tier and I'm so jealous! I feel like all of my smut writing ends up turning out sounding the same.
Awwwh Lau 🥹🥹 Thank you babe, that’s so sweet of you - you’re so kind to me ♥️
And I was going to joke that I have no idea how I do it (and that is true to an extent - lots of it just happens in the moment!) but real talk, writing smut is one of the things I find MOST difficult in writing. It’s so time consuming to get it right, or it is for me anyway!
But here’s how I try and approach it… apologies I’m chatty and this got a bit long but I hope it’s useful to you and others!
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Alex’s Guide To Writing Smut
Understand the context
1. What’s the vibe? Why are they having sex?
Is it angry/angsty/longing/needy/soft/sweet/something else I can’t think of right now? How are the characters arriving into the smut, because it totally shapes how you think about the tone of the scene and how the actual act will play out. Angry rough fucking is not the same as soft, we just woke up and I need you again sex. And that doesn’t need a tonne of exposition to set out in the story but you, the author, need to know where it’s coming from.
2. What’s their relationship?
Like above, sex between people who have been together for ages is different from sex with someone new(ish). Of course you can still surprise each other in a long term relationship but new relationships are all about discovery. And this affects how they communicate during the act itself, and how comfortable they might be together (as well as in voicing likes and dislikes). Also, a one night stand won’t be the same as a pairing who are a couple, and not all of those are born equal - is it a one night of fun or is that we only have one night, because we shouldn’t/can’t do this, but I love you? Those bring very different energies!
Creating scenes that feel ‘real’
4. Limbs logistics
This is the stuff that takes me the longest because I’m a weirdo and I like to be able to properly picture who and what’s where at any given moment! Do think about whether it’s physically possible for his hand to be there if it was just somewhere entirely different. And don’t be afraid to have a little fun with it if your setting allows a bit of real life challenges. Getting stuck or whatever and giggling about it is so human and relatable and will add realism.
3. Use ALL the senses.
Obviously this is an important tip for writing generally but if you want to build a sensory picture and create intimacy it’s extra important in smut writing. Smut writing isn’t just describing where all the limbs and appendages go - if you want it to be immersive you need to go beyond that and explore how the characters FEEL and what else they are experiencing:
- Smells in particular are especially evocative and unique. They stir up emotions and or create a sense of safety.
- Think about how you describe the different kinds of touches (again, all relates to knowing your context). Not just stimulation touch but how they hold each other, breath on skin etc. Are they gentle or rough. And most importantly, how does it feel - both touching and being touched.
- Don’t forget about taste - you don’t have to major on it if it gives you the ick but it’s part of the sexual experience so don’t forget to consider how it might be useful to include.
- Sound allows you to convey emotion with and without dialogue. How does their voice sound? When you’re pressed together can you actually feel the sound? You can use this to show progress too as they get closer to climax. (That feels so wrong to write in a non-smut scene context!)
5. Choice of positions/ sexual acts
My personal preference is starting with foreplay cos I enjoy writing the build up, but sometimes (back to context again!) that doesn’t make sense for your pairing. Deciding what they actually do during the smut scene totally depends on all the stuff in the section above. For example, are they short on time? Do they have all night? Is it the only night they might ever have and so they want to do everything you can think of? All of these will affect what kind of sex they have and the kind of energy they bring to it.
I rarely sit down and plot this out (but I’m not a plotter anyway so that’s just me) - I write what feels right in the moment because I’ve focussed my effort on knowing WHY these two particular people are having sex. Allow the context to guide what feels natural and have fun with it.
6. Dialogue
I used to write with hardly dialogue during smut because it made me uncomfortable trying to squeeze it in, but I’ve got better at it as I’ve written more. So I think you have to do what feels right for you, as the writer. But also, once again, you need to know what your characters would do. Are they talkers? Is one of them noisy but the other is the silent type? Does one have a filthy mouth that makes the other weak and they like to use that against them? Do you want to include a praise kink or someone who gets off on being humiliated (don’t forget AFTER CARE!). All of that affects what kind of dialogue you might have.
Personally I still tend to keep it quite limited (writing Emmett and the whole ‘having to be quiet’ is my fav kink of the moment!). Instead, I focus more on the senses side of things, and let them get a bit lost in the pleasure inside their own heads. And instead of external dialogue, I often opt for more internal chat about how the other person and what they’re doing makes them feel. And how they feel is influenced by, you guessed it, the context!
What to do when it all feels a bit too ‘samey’
So to Lauren’s original ask about scenes feeling overly similar - especially when you’re working with the same set of characters in a long running series. I have this all the time, especially with my Lockdown series because those two are just feral for each other! To tackle getting stuck in a rut, here’s what I think about:
Surprise, surprise, it’s all about CONTEXT again!
Ok yes, you only have so many sexual acts and positions to work with. And not everyone wants to write all the kinks in the land, I know I don’t! But what is different every time is why your couple is having sex - what’s led to/inspired that moment and how are they coming into the scene. So I refer you back to the very first section - understand the scenario and mood you’re trying to create. You can stack the different acts however you like but the energy and emphasis and emotion your characters bring to that should inherently make it feel different each time.
If you want a real life example, check out the smut scenes in this mini series - they fuck in every chapter but each time the context and how the characters come into the scene is different, so (I hope!) the smut reads differently.
And finally
Do not underestimate the power of a little humour! Real life sex can be funny. It’s intimate and, lots of the time, with someone you are (or want to be) very close to. They are moments of physical and emotional connection. Let the people be people. Don’t make it all perfect all the time. Life isn’t like that! 🤍
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Other useful resources
How to write smut by @youneedsomeprompts
Smut terminology study
Useful smut language/sound descriptors
Really good guide to smut terms
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Awesomely cute dividers by @firefly-graphics
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A Spark To Ignite (Bodyguard!141 x Famous!Reader Preferences) Mild NSFW
Summary: You see each other every day. He works to keep you protected - a perk of your job and his. Occasionally feeling moments of passion and promises of something more between you two are only normal, right?
AN: I've got another bodyguard!AU for the 141 that's more angst based. I'll post that later. I've also got a Price x Escort!Reader in the works plus the end of "Star-crossed in the Crosshairs". Let me know if you have any requests/anything you'd rather see first <3
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Content warning: Minors DNI, 18+ only, allusions to sexual tension/arousal, second person, no use of Y/N
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
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Another notification of being tagged in the same paparazzi image hit your notification inbox, yet you still opened it and shared a giddy grin at the Instagram feed.
You hadn’t been fussed about going running; it was the company rather than the activity that attracted you. But one thing you were certain about the sport was that no one ever looked flattering whilst doing it.
Yet there he was, your Kyle, looking like a model for Sports Direct. He was snapped midstride, his biceps practically rippling in the glow of the morning sun. There was even a hint of his lean washboard torso with the flap of his t-shirt’s raised coyly.
However, his dimpled smile aimed was the main focus of the headline – mainly because it was aimed at you and your equally elated expression. You blamed the euphoria of exercised endorphins but the way the photo was framed (plus the gaudy text declaring it so) made it seem as if you and Kyle were a true couple in love. It looked incredibly staged. Kyle was an “unknown” though so most budding theorists did not support any claims of it being a publicity stunt. Just two lovers out on a jaunty little run together.
You saved then added the photo to the folder of photos that captured you out with your bodyguard and the headlines that (sadly) misidentified him as your new boyfriend.
“Hey Kyle!”
Blending some fruits. His duties did not include head chef but you had long since allowed him access to your kitchen, even storing some of his favourites around the cupboards and fridge in case he fancied a snack.
Your phone was thrust up into his eyeline, you beaming behind it, “Another Pulitzer.”
Abandoning his smoothie temporarily, Kyle cupped his hand around yours to steady your swaying phone.
“They need to up their standards. Taking you for a jog is hardly a date you deserve,” He commented.
“Ooo, do tell: what do I deserve?”
“Well,” Kyle began pouring the smoothie into a glass, “I could go classic, take you to out on the town to a special place only I know about.”
You leaned onto your    elbows, chin resting in your palms, cheeks creased in a cheeky smile. “Mm-hmm.”
“Wine you, dine you, treat you like a deity,” Kyle said as if he was listing off menial tasks on his day to day whilst collecting another glass for the remaining smoothie. “Take you back to mine if you fancied it, another drink whilst we talk the night away and time passing without us noticing.” Graciously, he slid the other one across the countertop, and your fingers locked against his warm ones wrapped against the cool glass. “Then work up a sweat in a whole other way.”
Blinking away the glaze that had coated your eyes, you restrained the urge to gulp back your desire. A fresh breath in your lungs recovered you quickly and you managed to conjure a teasing quip amidst the fog that had settled over your thoughts.
“Think you could keep up with me?” You said before sipping the smoothie.
The sweetness of it countered Kyle’s smirking reply: “You and I both know I can more than handle you.”
“Better train harder then,” You said, proud of yourself for not stumbling over your playful banter, “I’m a catch, so you better be fast enough.”
“Jog, same time tomorrow?”
“Sure.” And, not missing in the reflection of the oven door how Kyle – for a split second – looked you up and down, you did your best not to collapse or squeal during your return to the sitting room.
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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
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You leant against the ropes of the new boxing ring with a panting chest and aching legs. Jellied bones dared to let you collapse to the ground but at least, since your self-defence training had begun, you were lasting the full session rather than just after the warm-up.
“I think we’re done for today! Did good, held your own.” Johnny gave you a hearty slap on your back that almost ricocheted you off the ropes. “I’ve still got a few reps to get in.” He leapt out the ring and swigged from his water bottle, tossing you your own.
“Show-off!” You called out after him, though all in good fun, as you caught your bottle and your breath.
Technically, since you didn’t have anything else to do, you could get a head-start on getting cleaned up. You were in the privacy of your own gym, added at your request so that Johnny could train you better and you could do so without being ogled or papped.
Quite hypocritical it was then, that you lingered in the ring to watch Johnny stack up his weights on either side of the bar (the ones you purchased as part of his perks of working for you).
Your day-job came in handy with pretending to do some cooldown stretches, sipping from and pouring your water bottle over yourself. Well, you were actually doing those things but acting as if they were the only things that occupied your thoughts was the main role you were playing. From the corner of your eye, you observed Johnny squatted with a stack of weights lining each shoulder. God, those arms were practically popping, his thighs bulging with the effort of remaining planted on the floor and folding up and down beneath the hefty set. Mesmerising, you forgot to keep up your pretence by the second load of reps.
It left your lips before you could reconsider for the tenth time: “Bet you couldn’t lift me.”
Soap paused in a deep squat and looked up through his lashes at you. Meeting his steely blue gaze was easier than anticipated but maintaining it as he righted himself and rested the weights back on the rack with a restrained grunt was the difficult part.
At first, you thought maybe his silence was his answer. Then Johnny knelt down and assumed the plank position.
“Get on,” He said, loud and clear.
You still doubted him, “Seriously?”
“You made the bet. Now lie in it.”
As elegantly as possible, you dismounted the ring before making your way over to his side. He showed no signs of tiredness during your journey, nor did he when you balanced yourself across his broad back.
“Ok, ready,” You said, your voice close to wobbling.
And so it began. Up and down, you could feel how his body sustained you through both your and his workout gear. His back muscles rippled beneath you and his elbows kissed yours each time he lowered you both to the floor. Out of nowhere, you began giggling and you couldn’t figure out how to put a stop to it. Giddiness flooded your entire system until you were beyond drunk.
Suddenly, your world tilted and you rolled off onto the mat but Johnny refused you any respite, flipping you over onto your back again, like a pancake.
“I win,” He panted, “What’s my prize?”
Still giggling, you felt your cheeks burning at the sight of him hovering over you, his skin glowing, his chest panting. His unrelenting stare had you locked beneath him, barred between his trunk-like arms. If this was your prison, you’d commit any offence to stay in there. God you were so close you could kiss him-
Nope.
“You finish your workout early so you can have a nice hot shower sooner?” You said, covering your mouth to cough and clear your airways of whatever shit you breathed in to make you even consider making out with your bodyguard. You must’ve looked so daft; you blamed the endorphins. Then you blamed Johnny completely as he started to laugh down at you, sending your thighs quaking as he crawled off you and ordered you to get cleaned up – that he’d be in shortly after as a hint to not use all the hot water. As you drifted back to the bathroom, you tried not to think about him in the shower or how you wanted to offer to scrub him down.
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
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“Say the word and I’ll have him removed.”
For a man so stoic and intimidating, Simon sure made you smile a lot. You needed it after that… “interesting” conversation with one of the party’s guests – someone who you knew to be a detractor behind your back.
“It’s fine, really,” You insisted with a winning smile.
Casting a glance over your shoulder where your shadow dutifully remained was a reward you would never be exhausted of. Simon looked so good in his tux. Plus he’d humoured you and worn the silk black mask rather than his usual. You were brimming with privilege at seeing his hair styled beyond the flattened fuzz it would take on after being beneath the balaclava for twenty hours at a time. Even more so, you got to see his tattoos pairing nicely with them like a good bottle of wine.
You could hear the smirk hiding beneath his mask. His veined hands clasped firmly in front of him as he leant close, just his mask separating his lips and your ear.
“We could make a break for it. Ditch these twats. Get a drive-thru.”
He knew you never would agree to it; this gala meant a lot to you. Such a tempting offer though, in such a tempting voice too. His rough tone did nothing but delight you when you heard it. Turning to look at him, you took note of the two mere inches between your face and his.
He continued, “You’ve shown your face long enough.”
“Getting jealous of them stealing my attention?” You asked provocatively.
Simon let out a low laugh, shaking his head fondly with just a hint of patronising, “That’s funny, sweetheart.”
“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of people who are dying to still talk to me.” You gestured with the glass he’d gotten (and checked for any malicious interference) for you around at the room, those who would never have the privilege of being a part of your and Simon’s bubble.
“Just as long as you and everyone else knows that I’m the one who takes you home.”
The implications of that statement swelled in your chest, nestling into your heart like a cat in a warm patch of sunlight. Intently, he looked at your face for your reaction. That was the thing with Simon: always observing, recording every flicker, every possibility in that incredible mind of his. You were certain he could see into your soul with those all-seeing eyes. He kept you safe, kept you on your toes, kept you happy.
But the bubble burst before you could hit back and you abruptly checked yourself back into work mode. The person who’d spoken loud enough to bring you back down to Earth didn’t seem to notice your slip up. You, however, were more than acutely aware of Simon’s lingering presence at your side. So close the hairs on your arm extended on goosebumps, coaxing and begging to touch him.
As you were once again left alone, you found yourself stifled by your need to be nearer to Simon and quickly decided the alcohol was to blame. “I need the bathroom.”
“This way.” His hand grazing the small of your back had an impact tripled, but you managed to submit it to travelling through your nose, rather than gasping out your mouth. But you were certain that Simon had caught you. He never missed a thing.
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John "Bravo Six" Price
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After shaking hands again with the presenter and declaring a few thanks to the crew, you were guided straight to the dressing room by Price. You took off your own microphone and handed it to him, which he immediately passed to a nervous stagehand. Your name in Arial font on an A4 sheet of paper greeted you from the dressing room door.
Sometimes you needed that extra time to decompress and he knew before you did more often than not. Today was not one of those days, though you did request to stop and pick up the bouquet that had been there to welcome you in when you first arrived. It was so large, your favourites blooming in the dew-dropped cellophane, that you had trouble waving to the folks who’d stuck around at the barrier, Price’s arms keeping you walking and guiding you towards the car.
For your safety, you had to go in the back where the tinted windows offered you a hint of privacy. It was a thorn in your side though. You longed to sit beside Price as he fought playfully with you over the music, grumbled with the directions his phone offered, collected your drive-in order. Then maybe your daydream of being his partner could have a little more to stand on.
A true gentleman as well as your protector, Price walked you up to the house and let you set up your evening meal while he made final checks to secure your house again. Normality for you was hearing him walk around and jiggle door handles and returning only when he was certain none had been tampered with and your cameras were fully functioning.
“Anything else you need from me before I leave for the night?” He asked, standing at ease in front of you.
You gestured to the bouquet you were cradling like a baby, “Thank you for the flowers.”
His brows furrowed for a split second then a sheepish smile smoothed out the lines in his forehead, highlighting his eyes instead.
“You caught me,” He said quietly, sparing a look at the flowers he asked the host to order for you, then back at you.
Squinting mischievously, you asked, “Were you really hiding it?”
“I suppose not.” He let his smile soften and dull. Back to business. Yet you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth before he asked, “Anything else you need?”
Your heart yearned to beg him to stay and tell you what else he did behind the scenes without a hint of expecting more, so that you could show him how much you cared in an appropriately equal response. His favourite whiskey perhaps for when he was off duty, or one day doing something together that he wanted to do so it wasn’t just looking after you. It was more than that, the job. He’d told you so. But you didn’t want to just be a job to him.
Quietly, you maintained your decorum, “No, thank you.”
John nodded his head, “Of course.”
It was as he was about to cross the threshold when you started to ask, “Do you-”
Not even three words made it out before Price whipped around, already returning to where he’d stood before. You could feel your lungs struggling under the strain of maintaining steady breathing at the gesture, suspending all the blood in your face (and maybe your groin). It stopped your question in its path, as if it was waiting until Price was listening attentively (he always was for you).
“Yes?” He prompted, his voice soft as if to coax you out of your hideout.
Fidgeting with the bouquet still, you cleared your throat and began again, “Do you want to join me, for dinner?”
Price’s hands, now at his sides, tapped on his thighs thrice before he said, “Two conditions.”
“Name them.”
Perhaps you said that a little too quickly because it made him laugh, which only made things worse for you. You had a real weakness for that laugh.
“You teach me whatever you’re planning on making, and you let me help you make it.”
Your heart accelerated and you dismissed his with a smile and a slight self-deprecating remark to soften the weight of this decision you were both making: “It’s nothing special.”
“Those are my terms,” Price insisted. His eyes creased as a smile grew on his face, more beautiful than the flowers forgotten the second you placed them into the vase. But at least it gave you to excuse to look away and gather your expression into something more collected as you ordered him to go and wash his hands.
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preeningpisces · 5 days
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Nanami NSFW Headcanons
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18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby fem!reader
Enjoy! 💙
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☆ 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
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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moreeeeee dom mikasa x thick blk fem reader 🤭
ask and you shall receive! 🥰 this is going to be a full fic in the future (I mean it this time!)
cw: sexual tension, black fem, pansexual reader, flirting, French kissing, fondling/groping, mentions of alcohol, toxic mikasa cause she’s my fave, pussy eating, toy use, these two are just so nasty like 🥴🥴
so I really love this idea of Mikasa being a bad bitch..like tongue ring, nails long, got the tight skirts on, tattoos down her arm and titties and ass out. A girls girl who loves to have fun and get a little flirtatious (freaky). Imagine her being your long time nail tech..one of, if not, the most talented artist in the city. Shes always on Instagram, posing in her y2k, gothic-esque fits, in her bikinis or with tube tops, displaying her incredible acrylic arts over her breasts. (giving very much ice spice) Even dyeing her signature pixie cut a couple of times just to switch it up. She was so fine and constantly getting the attention of everyone. You tend to frequent her salon pretty often..interchanging those extravagant sets out bi-weekly. Not just because you loved her work but because she too was quite the sight to look at. “Alright, mama. What are we doing for you today?”
asking so sweetly with a lollipop protruding from her mouth, knowing that you were her most adventurous and daring client; giving her the opportunity to challenge herself and stay honed up on her skills. The French tip and almond bitches preferably had no place in her chair. You worked at the club down the road as a bottle girl..so you had to be laced at all times. Nothing but forty inches or more of Brazilian bundles touched your head, the tightest fitting, tiniest clothes on that beautiful body..that ass swaying with each step and of course, the nails were perfect. Matching the pretty pink toes she done for you last week, (y/n) extended your arm out and showed her a reference photo of what you wanted. Merely giving you a smirk, Mikasa began picking up her tools and got to work. The entire time, she notices you glaring at her and can’t help but laugh. “You okay, sweetheart?” But little does she know that you’re just nervous being around her. Even for someone who was finer than a fucking parking ticket yourself and worked around the baddest bitches all day long…she was still raw. Still one of the most gorgeous women you had ever laid eyes on. For a moment, your eyes couldn’t help but to hone in on those new nipple piercings shone through her white Mui Mui crop top. Eventually, the two of you would talk about work, dating and because you two were the only ones around…a little sex talk got thrown into the mix. You’d tell her about your latest conquest..how disappointed you were in the dick and she’d just laugh it off, thinking to herself how sad it was that you even subjected yourself to such mediocrity. She on the other hand? Would never. Miss Ackerman has quite the reputation as a heartbreaker and homewrecker…but not in the sense that anyone would think. It was nothing for her to snatch a bitch straight off the arm of some dumbass man who wasn’t treating her right in the first place and fuck her until she came to her senses, leaving that loser where he stood. Only for her to leave the poor girl devastated because she wanted to be single. She was equally notorious for her antics as she was for doing nails and you loved that about her. But it was when you told her who the man was that she burst into laughter. “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t even like him. No way you let him fuck..” “I know, I was just bored and he was kind of fine. Total dud though..his ass could barely even find the clit. I should’ve kicked him out right then..” However, she felt like she had a solution to your problem. Eyeballing you as she patted on the acrylic, Mikasa flicked her tongue ring through her lips and smirked at you. “..you wouldn’t have that problem with me..” you pretended not to hear her at first because this bitch played too much but you’d ask her to repeat herself. “You heard me..let’s not act like it wouldn’t be fun.” She most certainly made a point. You’d heard stories of how she’d turned even the straightest bitches out. A real fantasy and she was equally infatuated with you..so the entire time she’s doing your set, the topic of sex only intensifies tenfold. Talking about what you like, favorite toys and the freakiest things but you assured her she wouldn’t know what to do with you..so she makes you a little proposition: “..after you get off, come by my place.” And you had never been so apt to agree!
your shift at the strip club couldn’t end any sooner because the second you touched down at her high rise condo, it was on. All the shit you were talking about being able to eat pussy better than her, saying she wouldn’t be able to handle you…you were about to eat every last one of those words! She knew you were full of shit but it was going to be so much fun to break you and show you who was really boss. This tiny woman, only five foot four in stature, tossing you around like a grown ass man! Bringing you to your knees the second she got you through the door. Flicking her tongue on your clit through the Fenty panties, fingering you slowly while forcing you to keep your eyes on her; a vice grip on your throat and even fucking you with a dildo, just because she wanted to see you cream for her. You didn’t move without so much as her say so..begging her for more with that fucked out expression on your pretty face. “What’s wrong, baby? I thought you said I couldn’t handle it…” laughing as she watches you slowly descend into a dumbed mind. Taunting as she teases that rose vibrator against you as you lie against her bare breasts. She’s constantly reminding you of your own words; and that she was only proving a point. You had lost track of how many times you came before she even slid that strap inside of you, folding you up like a pretzel so she can press a thumb to that aching bud and watch you squirt as she pounds your little pussy. You weren’t the first stubborn little bitch she’s had to break but you were damn sure the best and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d get you in her bed. “You’re my slut now, yeah? You’ll only come this good for me, right?” Not with the way you moaned and whimpered for her..tears streaking down your face and the mess you’d made all over her. Even telling you to get on top and ride her until your legs got tired. Only catching her in a moment of weakness when you bent down to flick your tongue across her sensitive, barred nipples. The two of you fucked like rabbits for hours on end..going at it until the early morning; only breaking for a few shots of alcohol that further fueled the freak fest. But once it was done and you lied there wrapped in her sheets, asking why she put it on you like that, she’d turn to you and snake her tongue into your mouth, tasting her sweet flavor. “You’re my favorite client, I always gotta take care of you.”
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PAC: WHAT DO THEY THINK OF YOU IN BED?
What type of lover are you in their eyes? 😳🔥❤️ Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at.
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PILE 1
What type of lover are you in their eyes: 8 of Swords Rx (Page of Cups), 2 of Pentacles Rx (Wheel of Fortune, The Empress), The Sun, The Emperor
In your sexual interaction with each other and during sex, you don’t look awkward or nervous to them. You look like you let yourself be playful. For example, you look like you have no problem with teasing them, you like to make the foreplay playful and fun. You also come across as honest and open to them. They think you are open about what you think and feel, what you like and what you don’t, what you want to do. You express yourself. To them, you look like you truly enjoy sex for sex. Inevitably this also makes you look very confident and very secure in yourself in their eyes. They see easy confidence.
For those of you who are inexperienced, you don’t look like that to them. They may also look surprised when you tell them about it, like “you are joking”. Your person sees that instead of your inexperience making you insecure and reluctant, your inexperience just makes you curious to explore. They think you like to see what makes them tick, what gets their reaction, what will happen if you do this, or how will they respond if you do that. Sure sometimes when you are doing what you haven’t tried before you may need a few minutes to figure it out, so you may look a bit focused (?) like you are determined to succeed. But overall, your demeanour itself, the way you carry yourself, the way you talk— it does not speak of inexperience. Sometimes they may feel like they are standing in front of their equal in terms of experience. If you are actually sexually experienced, then your experience really shows in how you carry yourself, you look secure in your sexual side.
They also think that you seem to have an easy-going approach to how, when and where you guys do something sexual. While you have your own boundary and preference, the sex and your sexual interaction don’t just stay in your bedroom— there is fiery spontaneity, like for example, they think you have no issues with just grabbing their shirt collar and pulling them to a hidden corner to make out while you guys are out and about. You are confident enough to do those things.
EXTENDED VERSION IS ON PATREON! What else do they think about you? How does it influence them? Do they see a future in your connection? 👀
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PILE 2
What type of lover are you in their eyes: 10 of Cups, Queen of Cups, 2 of Cups, 6 of Pentacles
Oh, they think you are very loving. You are obviously an emotional lover. From how they see you behave, they know that you guys’ sexual connection is not just about sex to you. They know that when you give yourself to them, you are giving your heart, and sex is simply just another way of showing how much you love your person. It does not feel like you have sex for the sake of having sex. Maybe occasionally? But sex mostly is just a means to an end, to you the goal is emotional intimacy and connection with each other. Sex with you is imbued with those soft feelings; love, care and tenderness, respect, consideration. They think you care about whether they enjoy themselves or not, you care about making them feel loved and happy.
Your person can see that you are giving, but while you are obviously a giver, they also think you like to be treated like how you treat them. It feels like (and maybe they think this too) by nature you are a giver, and at some point in your life you learn to ask for what you give and to be treated the way you treat others, but this ‘taking’ part initially did not come as naturally as the ‘giving’ part. So maybe ‘taking’ is something you have learned to do. Either way, you have grown into a person who likes a give-and-take dynamic; they think you like to say sweet nothings and to be whispered sweet nothings during sex, to adore and to be adored. Sex is very mutual with you.
Sex is your way of affirming further that you guys are heading in the direction that you envision, that you guys are still emotionally connected and happy with each other. So if something is off during sex, something is probably off with the emotions. They think your feelings influence how you act during sex, and you also pay attention to their emotions— like if something is emotionally off with them during sex, you know, because the sex tells you that. They also think that you care about what happens after sex; how it impacts your connection with each other. They think you are focused on the future. I wonder if some of you make comments about pregnancy, pets, family and so on, like baby names and meeting family members, so your person gets the message that you want more out of this sexual connection, that you want a future.
EXTENDED VERSION IS ON PATREON! What else do they think about you? How does it influence them? Do they see a future in your connection? 👀
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PILE 3
What type of lover are you in their eyes: The Fool, The Lovers, The High Priestess, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, The Chariot
The energy is a bit similar to Pile 1 but Pile 1 is more fiery. Your person thinks that you are a breath of fresh air, maybe there is something new or different about you (than what they have experienced before); the way you act in this sexual connection, your sexual style and so on. They think you are open-minded; you are not against exploring and trying things out, mistakes or risks of failure don’t really deter you from trying. They can see that instead of being discouraged by things you don’t know or mistakes that happen, you get emboldened to try again, to learn and improve. To them, you are a diligent lover.
They also think that you are the type of lover who wants to level up lol. You guys will or may have gone through common sexual acts first, and then you might suggest you guys do something else, so it’s like levelling up your experience; “oh we have had sex in the living room, what about in the car next? And then our backyard, and then the fitting room”. And it goes on. This kink, and that kink, and then what about that kink. Something new after one thing has been accomplished. While both Pile 1 and Pile 3 have this feeling of spontaneity, this pile feels more intentional regarding what’s next, like there is a floating checklist beside your head. You don’t follow it rigidly and you allow yourself to go with the flow, but you may have a ‘things to try’ checklist— or at least this is how it seems to them. It makes you seem insatiable sometimes, which is something that they may sigh and smile about.
They also think that you are great at responding to them; it’s like you know how to energetically(?) shift so that you fit them really well. For example, if they want to be dominant, you just know to be submissive without any prompting. If they want a little challenge, you just know to push them back. If they want comfort from sex, you just know. There is this shift of energy between you two and it changes depending on your needs. Like puzzle pieces that change shape to fit each other. You can make it playful, you can make it loving and comforting, you can make it sensual, you can make it wild. So to them you seem like an ideal partner. To them you have this weird ability to know how to navigate this connection with them. You understand them well, and what you cannot figure out intuitively, you figure out practically— you ask for their feedback, you work on it. They also think that you are a great lover because there is a feeling of ‘we are doing this with each other’, they can see that you are very responsive to making things work with them.
EXTENDED VERSION IS ON PATREON! What else do they think about you? How does it influence them? Do they see a future in your connection? 👀
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PILE 4
What type of lover are you in their eyes: The Hierophant, 4 of Pentacles, The Empress, The Hermit Rx (The Emperor)
I think for many of you, this is their impression of you before you guys have sex. Your person sees you as someone who is conservative or traditional in how you approach love and sex, you value and put a lot of meaning into who you give yourself to romantically and sexually. They think you don’t participate in the dating game and prefer to keep to yourself, you are not the type of person who engages in casual sex, you look like you are saving yourself for the right person or for a serious relationship. For a few of you though, you guys may choose to have sex after marriage, so your person can’t find out much about how you are sexually before that point. For some of you, they may also think you prefer vanilla sex; missionary position, nothing wild, nothing slutty and inappropriate. Enjoyable sex of course, vanilla sex can be enjoyable to many people. They also think that you want to be treated like someone important— definitely not just being another body to fuck with.
They also think that you are a serious lover. Sexual interaction with you feels like it simmers, with occasional bursts of sizzling passion. Like soup that you cook in a pot, if you let it boil for too long it can go over the rim, if you turn down the heat it goes back to a simmer. You may often look put-together but sometimes when you guys kiss or make out you get a little passionate— almost like your control slips a little— before you regain your control. You look like you know what you want and you will never settle for anything that doesn’t fit the bill. They think you cannot be persuaded to change your mind, so in a way, they may also think that you are stubborn. Strong boundaries, or maybe even ‘rules’. Your person thinks that you have a tendency to withdraw into yourself and stop engaging with something the moment you think you should stop or the moment it crosses a line you create; it’s like the kiss I mentioned just now.
They can also see that you are very private and very protective of your vulnerability, you don’t kiss and tell, you don’t even hint to it in your conversation with other people. It may also be a sin in your book for your lover to kiss and tell, and for your lover to not protect your vulnerability; you look like you don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour.
EXTENDED VERSION IS ON PATREON! What else do they think about you? How does it influence them? Do they see a future in your connection? 👀
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Maybe you could do an Neteyam imagine where another male challenges for you and neteyam almost kills him and then you give him a blowjob in appreciation that he’s finally yours
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Neteyam x Omaticaya! Reader
Warnings: cheating kind of, neglect (open to interpretation), blood, gore, someone's head gets literally smashed in, blowjob, face fucking, possibly probably dubcon, mean Neteyam
Neteyam is 20/21 and reader is pretty much the same age
SMUT MDNI PLEASE AND THANK YOU
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It was no secret that you were one of the more... desirable members of the Omaticaya. Even warriors twice your age would find their eyes tracking your body as you went about your daily duties, blissfully oblivious to their stares.
But it was also no secret that you preferred, out of all the available young men who would die to spend a night between your thighs, Neteyam. Son of the olo'eyktan, and future olo'eyktan himself.
Whispers went around that his future position was why you liked him so much.
The common response to that was that, even if it was true, why shouldn't you want to better your status in the tribe? After all, everyone knew Neteyam only wanted you for your looks and sexual gifts.
Both equally nasty rumours. You paid them no mind, most days. Neither did Neteyam.
You were, for the most part, a happy couple, spending as much time together as you could, often with him lounging between those heavenly thighs, golden eyes half-lidded like a sleepy thanator, and you running your hands through his beautiful braids, delighting in the rasp of the beads against your fingers.
He was the love of your life. You were sure of that. You just... hadn't yet gained the courage to voice these intense feelings that had been blooming as of late.
Of course, people knew he was courting you.How could they not, when Neteyam dedicated every hunt to you, and in return his groans of pleasure could be heard from the depths of the forest? (Though those who claimed to have heard this were largely frowned upon, for even when a union is disliked, there are some lines that were not to be crossed.)
But that didn't mean you two were 'locked in', to use a ridiculous phrase of Lo'ak's.
You just wished you were.
Every day that went by without Neteyam asking you to be his mate, or even hinting at something more than sweet courtship, you grew more frustrated.
Of course, you could ask outright. Neteyam, why haven't you asked me to be your mate? I'd say yes, you know I would.
But then there was the niggling, incessant thought that often kept you awake at night. That Neteyam really was only with you for your body.
The months of nothing beyond courtship only cemented that fear, and so naturally you withdrew, fearing for yourself and your dignity.
You faked sickness the morning of dates, ran and hid when Neteyam returned from a hunt, pretending you couldn't hear him looking for you and waiting for him to give up before you went out, pretending you'd been working, no longer spending nights with him...
And the other things, things that you were deeply ashamed of.
Because even when you felt you knew in your heart that Neteyam only intended to use you, you hated to hurt him.
And you knew what you were doing would hurt him.
It started small. Neteyam had let another day pass without even hinting at wanting to bond with you, and so, fuming and hurt, you stormed off and found another young warrior, and flirted with him until the sting of what felt like rejection was a bitter memory.
Then word got out that you were giving Neteyam the cold shoulder. Young warriors heard this and vied for your attention, hopes renewed, visions of your body naked and writhing no doubt dancing through their heads.
You only hoped Neteyam hadn't heard the rumours. It was unlikely he had. As olo'eyktan's son, people were hesitant to gossip in his presence, knowing one wrong word and the olo'eyktan would hear all.
Which wasn't true. You knew that. Neteyam never told his father anything. But you hoped he didn't hear anyway. Because it would hurt him even more.
The warriors fought for your attention, and you began to respond, guilty and filthy though you felt every time you let one near, let them smile and caress and hold, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and inching ever closer, a hand creeping up your thigh, flashing eyes creasing in a smile, a dirty smile, with only one thought behind those eyes. Dirty eyes, dirty smiles, dirty hands. All of them.
But you let it happen, because you'd been dumb enough and angry enough to let it happen once, and once their hands were on you, they never left.
You still felt them when you were with Neteyam. His arms held no sanctuary for you anymore.
It was a normal day, as normal as you could hope for.
You were in the groves, stripping fruit from vines with a few others, filling the pouch at your hip slowly, more focused on the slow, lazy hum of the bugs around you, the long grasses brushing against your legs, and the warm wind running along your skin than anything else.
That is, before you felt a hand curl around your arm, turning you to face the owner of the hand. It was the kind of grip that left no room for question, more forceful than it should've been.
You looked up into Tola's face, which bore the same hungry look it did every time he approached you.
His finger came up and curled under your chin, tilting your head up. You tightened your hands into fists at your sides.
"I was thinking of courting you properly," Tola mused, grinning like it was some kind of joke, and your chest tightened, breathing growing shallow.
"Neteyam is already courting me," you said tightly, pulling your chin away. "I have no need for any more suitors."
The shame of cowering behind the protection of Neteyam's name after everything made you sick to your stomach, but you stood firm, determined not to let Tola see you falter.
"Aw, come on," Tola rolled his eyes, taking ahold of your chin once more, grip painful, his other hand coming up to lean against the tree trunk behind you. "When was the last time you even spoke to him? You're bored of him. I can tell."
"My relationship with Neteyam is no concern of yours," you replied primly.
"Let me court you," he insisted.
"And why would they do that?" a low, familiar voice said from behind Tola, and the tightness in your chest loosened briefly with relief, before the shame and guilt intensified.
Tola turned, expression of lust cracking cleanly, revealing what you hoped was fear as he released you, turning to face Neteyam.
Neteyam stood tall, hands hanging loosely at his sides, but his chin was angled downwards in that way he had when angered, eyes dark as he looked between you and Tola.
"Neteyam-" you managed, voice wobbling a little as you stepped around Tola and towards your lover- though you suppose you couldn't call him that anymore, in lieu of recent events.
Neteyam held up a hand, making you stop in your tracks, but he didn't say anything to you. Like you weren't even there.
"If you seriously intend to court them, you'll have to kill me first. I'd die before letting you touch them," Neteyam hissed, the first bits of emotion beginning to spark in his voice.
Tola grinned at that, raising his eyebrows at you in a playful, we-have-a-secret manner.
You cringed and looked down, not daring to meet Neteyam's eyes and see the betrayal there.
Then you heard what was undoubtedly fist colliding with face, and looked up in shock to see Neteyam withdrawing, shaking his hand out, and Tola reeling back, blood spraying in a sickeningly graceful arc from his nose.
The sound was punctuated by cries from the other Na'vi in the groves, a few scattering to alert the rest of the tribe that, once again, you had found yourself in a whole shitload of trouble.
Tola and Neteyam stared at each other for a moment, both already panting, furious, like young male thanators. Then they both looked at you, and you froze, taking a step back, more than ready to flee given the chance.
Tola's eyes roamed over your body, and he seemed to be doing some mental calculations, longing once again flickering in his expression.
Neteyam, on the other hand, kept his blazing eyes on your face, his own face twisted with rage and hurt. You couldn't hold his gaze, dropping your eyes to his bloody knuckles, rapidly purpling.
"Neteyam-" you tried again, but Tola cut you off.
"You say I gotta kill you to get them," he panted, pulling his knife from his sheath.
Neteyam's ears flicked back, but he drew his own knife and readied it, beckoning Tola forward. "You can try."
The fight was brutal. Bloody. Both of them rolling around on the floor, trying to pin one another, to shear skin from bone. Neteyam drew first blood, and one wound led to another.
Tola was bigger, but he was no match for Neteyam. No one was.
And all you could do was watch, sick to your stomach and hating every second of it, hands covering your mouth, Na'vi crowding around you with gleeful, morbid interest in the death-match at hand.
You only hoped Neteyam would show some kind of mercy, but the red light flashing in his golden eyes as he tried to cut Tola's throat told you there was no chance in hell of that happening.
Screams of terrified delight rippled through the crowd as Neteyam finally got the upper hand, sitting on Tola's back, smashing the other man's head into the ground.
But you couldn't deny the heat beginning to unfurl in your belly at the sight of Neteyam covered in blood, sweating and breathing hard, eyes like burning embers as he smashed Tola's head on the ground one final time.
Neteyam stopped, blinking at the blood on his hands, then looked around at the crowd like he was seeing them for the first time, expression softening, looking vaguely lost and confused.
Until his eyes found you. He rose unsteadily, jaw setting in a hard line, mouth thinning as he stepped off Tola and towards you, grabbing your arm and dragging you through the crowd deeper into the forest.
You couldn't summon the words to protest, blindly following him, too scared of his bloodlust to even think about pulling free.
Once he deemed you had gone far enough, he turned, pressing his bloody forearm against you chest and backing you up against a tree so roughly the air was forced from your lungs.
"You're a fucking slut," Neteyam hissed, eyes glowering down at you in the cool dimness of the forest, his equally blood-slick thick thigh nudging between yours. "You know that?"
Tears began to well. Shame, humiliation, guilt... Desire. "Teyam," you croaked, but he brought his knee up so quickly it cut you off as you whined at the contact.
"A fucking slut," he repeated harshly. "Maybe I should've just let Tola have you. God knows how many times he has already, hmm?" he hissed, nose pressing into your cheek, fangs running along your jaw. "Whore," he breathed, moving his thigh up even more so your feet were barely touching the ground. "Making me look bad in front of everyone.
"You think I didn't notice, baby? When you started drifting away, acting like you didn't know me? What, was I not good enough for you all of a sudden?"
"No, Teyam, no-" you whimpered, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes and threatening to spill. The heady mixture of fear and desire shook you badly, but you couldn't help loving the high of it all, grinding down on his thigh instinctively.
He tutted at you, using his free hand to wipe your tears away, no doubt leaving a streak of Tola's blood on your cheek. "You made me look bad, baby. Had everyone thinking I couldn't control my fucking lover. That's what I am, right, baby? Still your lover, even though you're fucking other guys?
"You know, if you weren't satisfied with me, honey, you should've said. I'm more than happy to fuck you till you remember who really loves you. I'll do it right now. Watch me," he cooed, stepping back, planting a hand on the back of your neck and forcing you to your knees.
He groaned at the sight of you, already teary and flushed, on your knees for him, cock hardening beneath his loincloth, mere inches from your face. "Missed seeing you like this, baby. Did you let other guys fuck your pretty mouth?" he said, voice deceptively sweet as he shed his loincloth, hooking a thumb into your mouth and prying it open. "Let them see you all blissed out? I bet Tola did, huh?"
You choked back a sob around the intruding digit, so overwhelmed you didn't know whether to moan or cry.
Neteyam made a soft, sympathetic noise, sliding his cockhead against your lips until they were shining with precum. "Aw, sweet thing. You've been so mixed up lately, huh? Need me to make it all better?"
His tone was mocking, words filthy, and your hole twitched plaintively, practically begging to be filled even as Neteyam humiliated you.
Neteyam pressed forward, cock sliding between your lips and nestling deep in your throat as you forced down your gag reflex and blinked back painful tears, breathing through your nose and gripping his thighs.
"That's it," he moaned, taking ahold of your braids and guiding your head up and down, the wet noises only making you clench your thighs together. "That's it, that's my good baby. Missed this, honey. Missed you," he added in a brief moment of genuine affection, before beginning to fuck your face in earnest.
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So that's not really what was asked for in case y'all didn't notice 😭 it ran away from me so fast but I enjoyed writing this thoroughly
Let me know what y'all think tho cus this took me like hours
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I was reading the comments under Bible's announcement post for '4 minutes' and while I was so excited for this project finally seeing the light of day, I was also disappointed while reading the comments.
Why are we still having discussions about top/bottom in 2024? I know a lot of BLs have made you believe that top and bottom are entire personalities but that is simply not true. They are just sexual preferences and believe it or not sexual preferences do not define someone's personality.
That is why I feel the lead pair in "Pit Babe" is so path breaking. It is a very big example that your personality does'nt define your sexual life. Whose name comes first in a ship doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything. Also "Bad Buddy" in this matter, they refused to set themselves in boxes of wife(เมีย) and husband(ผัว). It was a series that very nicely explained the stereotypes gay couples face and the stereotypes that still exist in the BL industry.
Masculine, dominant ≠ Top and Feminine, submissive ≠ Bottom always (key word being always because there are people who fit into masculine top and feminine bottom too which is perfectly fine but diversity and representation of other people in the spectrum is equally important) and that is something that needs to be understood. I don't think I could have said it better than P'Apo myself. Also more power to him because he is one of the few BL actors who I have seen openly talking about this topic.
And believe me guys someone who played Vegas doesn't need to always play roles like that, moreover we don't even know what his role and character is going to be like. This is what acting is. Don't limit actors into boxes.
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P.S This top/bottom discussion really needs to go. I haven't only seen this in comment section of BL actors but also in the comment section of gay couples. If they let you in this part of their life that's okay but if they are not comfortable sharing, just let it go. It hardly matters. We need to stop seeing everything with heteronormative lenses where there has to be a female/wife (เมีย) role and a male/husband (ผัว) role in every relationship.
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