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your fav sending you post workout pics all sweaty and shirtless with a towel around his shoulders and a bottle in his free hand. his shorts sit low on his hips, revealing his v line and strong thighs. just for you. and his abs…… his toned muscles….. his forearms! the way he’s holding his phone, it looks so small compared to his hand. you can’t see his face, but you just know he’s waiting for your reaction.
ah ur last post about fugo made me go blush so yea and it got me thinking about him teaching his inexperienced fem s/o how to masturbate and pleasure like idk this is self indulgent but i was raised by religious parents so i have heavy religious trauma and shame around embracing sexuality even tho i know it’s a healthy normal thing to do (and it’s good for you too) i just can’t do it and i feel like i’m a freak so just being in his arms and exploring it in a safe and loving way <3 sweet praise and terms of endearment, just appreciating each other in an intimate moment, yk? we both gotta work on our trauma and its effects on our sexuality ( i’m sorry this came out to be vent-ish (?) i didn’t intend to. so i apologize if this made you uncomfortable)
also have a nice day!! ~🐚
also you are so right, the new tumblr icon looks so bad like wtf is it?! ~🐚
First off, I apologize how long this took me to respond to! Thank you for sharing this, it was not too much of a vent at all. I really appreciate getting more personal messages like these. (: One of the best parts of having f/os is being able to explore these kinds of feelings with their help imo.
I could see Fugo having a lot of complicated, shameful feelings towards his sexuality. He wants so badly to have a healthy relationship with sex, but it's a learning process for him. Having your support and listening to your experiences has helped him work through some of his feelings. Fugo finds peace in helping you work through your traumas, though. If anything, being there for you helps him more than it helps you, in a way.
Being intimate with you, gently guiding you through the experience, is therapeutic to him. His touch is so gentle, praise genuine and tender while he teaches you. You have to stop and start several times while trying to touch yourself, but Fugo is right there for you. He talks you down and kisses your ear gently from his place behind you. “It’s okay, hon… I’m here. Just relax." His sweet cadence in your ear sinks you deeper into the pleasure. Everything is okay while you're in his embrace.
Two things I'll say real quick about Abbacchio's character and characterization since it'll take me at least year to make the point in fic form:
Giorno doesn't remind him of his young idealistic self. He's not mean to Giorno because he wants to toughen him up or scare him off the path of darkness. I see this in fic a lot and it...ignores the completely divergent ways Abbacchio and Giorno each came to the mafia, Giorno by choice, Abbacchio as a deus ex machina last resort. If he had reason to believe Giorno's life was being saved by Bucciarati's intervention, like Mista's and Fugo's and his own before, he'd probably be less of a dick. But he can smell the ambition on Giorno, is suspicious as hell how a kid Booch met while he was investigating Leaky-Eye Lucs'a death is now suddenly a Passione member, in Bruno's squad no less. It doesn't scan, and his suspicions are borne out when...yknow everyone dies including him. Which leads me to...
Abbacchio's partner is the main driving force in his life. I firmly believe that once he gets the power to effectively replay the past, he dwells on that moment, replays it over and over again, sometimes just hangs out with the ghost of his partner in a bar or in his apartment. It takes a lot of effort to train Abbacchio for mafia work. Once he gets it, once it clicks, Bruno becomes the stand-in for his dead partner. A tether to this world, the present, the future. But Bruno also becomes the stand-in for the police force, all the optimism Abbacchio had before, living life with Purpose. But his dead partner never goes away. He carries that burden around with him everywhere, Moody Blues reminds him of it every day. It's why he doesn't want Giorno to see it, to see his deeply intimate shame. So when he gets to that way station, that limbo where his partner is dutifully doing earnest work, he's confused at first, because that's not how he remembers him. But then it all becomes clear. And then Abbacchio spends his whole afterlife with his dead cop buddy and Bruno and Narancia can fuck off..
I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
!! If you're under the age of 18: DO NOT read my content !!
This is my masterlist of fics for kinktober '22, which I've decided to affectionately title Diegotober since he takes center stage for all of them. Expect a variety of content: solo Diego, ships, reader-insert, and self-insert (I am nothing if not self-indulgent)
Eat up, fellow Diego fuckers ♡
🌌 day 1: masturbation | 1.7k | solo
It gets a little chilly out here, absolutely frigid compared to the blissfully warm isolation of his bed back home. There he’s free to decide whether or not he’d like a companion for the evening, he doesn’t have to continually wipe sweat off his face or remain constantly vigilant of coyotes potentially passing through.
☕ day 2: mommy kink | 3k | afab!reader
“Cradle me,” Diego whispers. Even with the room only illuminated by a single lamp in the corner, you can still see redness filling his cheeks.
'Like a mother would', your mind offers.
💦 day 3: sweat | 1.6k | dinopants
Diego crouches down, nearly submerging the rag before he stops himself. He stares at it, noting the uneven scattering of sweat spots and the stench resting on its surface. He takes a deep breath and practically feels it on his skin, in his throat. It smells good. HP smells delicious, they always have.
🧤 day 4: spanking + gags | 2.1k | dinopants
“I can’t travel with someone that I don’t trust,” HP whispers, “I’ve put my faith in you, Diego, do not ruin that.”
He can still feel the residual impact of HP’s hand on his ass, like a phantom pain that’s going straight to his groin. Attempting to hide how flustered he is, Diego softly laughs. “Please, HP. We both know you need me if you want to get far in this race.”
🗝️ day 6: stripping + chastity | 2.5k | s/i
Diego whines, rolling his head back as he balls his hands up into fists and lets them hang down at his sides, motionless. His hips are slightly bucking up against the air, aching for touch of any kind, but to no avail. I knew that making him go an entire week without acting out on these desires would absolutely destroy him, that was the point.
🥛 day 7: creampie + cum eating | 2.9k | afab!reader
Diego pauses, still fully sheathed inside you but quivering with what you know is an oncoming orgasm. He hasn’t cum yet, and while you like to think you can trust him fairly well at this point, alarm bells are still going off in your head. You eye him threateningly. The last thing you need is for him to lose all self-control and–
“Let me,” Diego mumbles, as if reading your mind, eyes sharp and demanding, “let me cum inside you.”
[fics will be added as I post them, I have 20 total planned]
Pairings: Eren x f!reader, Grisha x f!reader, Zeke x f!reader
AN: Shout out to @icecreamranwich for being here every step of the way while I wrote this fic, and beta reading this baby. (Seriously, Mica, thank you for being so encouraging and listening to me gush and whine throughout this process.)
Synopsis: Disillusioned by your current church, you find yourself drawn to a charismatic televangelist and his seemingly pious sons.
Word count: 14.6k
Warnings: DARK CONTENT, tall-coded reader, sacrilege, incest (between Eren and Zeke), age gap (Grisha’s in his late 40s, y/n is in her 20s), masturbation, cucking, threesome, voyeurism, drugs (weed), dubcon (power imbalance, pastor x parishioner), degradation (during sex and just in general), angst, manipulation, creampie, thick Yeager dick, humiliation, y/n gets called “sister” while getting fucked but it’s in a religious sense, religious trauma, disturbing biblical imagery (violence), cigarettes (Zeke), biting, hair pulling, impact play (slapping), oral sex (m + f receiving), cum play, panty sniffing, spit play, blood (not in a sexy way), these men are strong and can manhandle/lift you with ease.
And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the birds that fly in the midst of heaven…
The early vestiges of a Sunday morning didn’t inspire deep thinking or any form of reflection. It was a time to be brain dead, to indulge in the death rattle of public access television. You witnessed a zookeeper getting bit by a garter snake on a children’s program, families attending therapy while honing their dancing skills, deadly go-kart races, and a man demonstrating the superabsorbent qualities of chamois cloths.
It was welcomed. You needed to be numbed before meandering to the megachurch. Sermons were easier to suffer through if you were vaguely dissociative, your eyes glazing over as the exploiter behind the altar repeated his chicanery.
Salvation had to be earned. Consumption was godly. Wealth was bestowed to only the most pious of people. Sinners lived impoverished lives. They didn’t work hard enough. Your inability to line the pastor’s pockets proved you didn’t believe hard enough.
Concept: Bruno holding his lover close after sex and stroking their hair 😍
A lovely concept!! One of the best, even! Bucciarati holding them to his bare chest, stroking their back as they lay together. He periodically presses kisses to the top of their head, reminding them that they are loved and safe with him.
Yall should have expected this out of me lmfao. I haven’t posted in a while so boom! Headcanons!
content warnings: marijuana usage (obvi), character x reader platonic (mostly), mentions of death/murder, suicidal thoughts, Shuichi gets a contact high, Kokichi is a bastard. 100% unedited 😎 👉👉
𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞
ღ He finds you in the game room shortly after the killing game began. You ran off right after the announcement, so he had to sate his curiosity and follow you. Not following you could mean the difference between life and death for everyone.
ღ Once you made it down there, you slumped against the door of the game room, trying to calm your racing heart. This killing game... being in this school with a bunch of strangers... It was so anxiety-inducing that it felt as though ice was pumping through your veins.
ღ You supposed that you couldn't just stand around. Something had to be done to occupy your wandering mind. You pulled back from the door abruptly, only to hear a clink in your pocket. Your brows knitted together in confusion. Shoving your hand inside, you pulled out one of your favorite pipes. Part of you was appalled that it made its way into the school with you, but the other part was grateful. It looked like it was still mostly packed, sans the burnt top layer.
ღ You plopped your ass down in the seats of one of the many racing arcade games. Looking at the shitty, pixelized screen, you realized that you had played this one as a kid. Procuring a lighter from your pocket, you sparked up, not caring about the smell. You were all going to die anyway.
ღ Rantaro saw you dart inside the game room and shut the door behind you. Cautiously, he pressed his ear up to the wood a few moments after you entered. He heard some light movement, then silence. Then, after a moment, some more movement. He pulled away from the door, frowning.
ღ He was ready to walk away when he heard coughing on the other side of the door. Is someone being killed? Is this a trap to kill him? He was faced with a decision--potentially be killed, or allow someone else to be killed. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, hesitating for a beat. The coughing only worsened.
ღ Rantaro pushed the door open, the creaking being lost to the sound of your coughs. His eyes went wide as he saw you doubled over in the seat, holding your chest. Smoke permeated the air, sounding alarms off in his head. He approached you, saying your name urgently.
ღ "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He pulled your hands away from your chest. His tense shoulders relaxed as he observed no blood or injuries from you. But he did notice you clutching the pipe in your hand, the bowl still cherried. "Oh."
ღ You finally caught your breath and you were able to speak. "I'm fine... Just hitting the ganj one more time before time runs out. Sorry for worrying you."
ღ A shadow fell over his features. "Don't worry about the time running out. I know a way to end this killing game." His change in tone made a shiver go down your spine. You decided to change the subject.
ღ "Do you want to smoke the rest of this with me? There's not a whole lot left, but it's still something."
ღ Rantaro was shocked at your offer. "Why would you share with me? You don't even know me." He was genuinely curious.
ღ "You don't even know me, but you came to check up on me. Please, take a hit, if you want." You held out the bowl and lighter to him, setting them in his open palm. He accepted them hesitantly from you before taking a seat in the racing game seat beside yours.
ღ "I've...never done this before," he said with a nervous chuckle.
ღ "Wait, really? You kind of seem like the stoner type," you responded, eyeballing his khaki pants and jewelry. You were already pretty high, and your words were coming out more loosely.
ღ "I don't think it's right to generalize people like that. But, I can understand how you would think that." Your expression changed when he said that. "A lot of people make assumptions about me because of how I look," he backed up. "That I'm a stoner, a playboy... Those kinds of things."
ღ "I'm sorry," you murmured. You really were. People said all kinds of things about you too, based off of your appearance and Ultimate ability. Rantaro paused to take a hit off of the bowl. If you didn't know any better, you would think that Rantaro was a pro. The flame of the lighter flickered to life, reigniting the flower. He took a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed as the smoke passed through his lips. You felt like you could fall in love with him.
ღ He held it for a moment. You thought he would gracefully exhale, but nope. He coughed, hard, all of the smoke rushing from his mouth and nose at once. He struggled to breathe, holding his chest much like before. You couldn't help but laugh at the irony, and the fact that the weed was making you giggly.
ღ You urged him to take another hit when he tried to pass it back to you. His next hit was much more controlled. He exhaled shakily, but without choking up. He passed the bowl back to you, his eyes red already.
ღ "I think that is finished." You dipped your finger in the bowl only to be met with ash. You nodded and stowed it back in your pocket. Both you and Rantaro just sat in the game room for a while, making small talk. The intense expression on his face from earlier died down, leaving the smile of a normal teenager. You tried to enjoy your high with him, knowing that this may be one of the last times you may ever be high with a friend again.
𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙊𝙪𝙢𝙖
ღ Catches you hitting a joint after a class trial. Another one of your friends has been murdered. Another one of your friends has been a murderer, then murdered themselves. You were tired of all of the senseless death and carnage. Your stomach was queasy from beholding the execution. You learned how to control you vomit one or two trials before this one.
ღ You all dispersed from the trial grounds as usual, heading to your rooms. You hung back from the crowd, watching them all enter into the dorm. That left you in the courtyard, alone.
ღ Hands in your pockets, you decided to take a walk. You had a joint stashed in your shirt pocket that you had specifically rolled for an emergency occasion. You considered wanting to kill yourself and get everything over with an emergency. Your mind was jumbled, thinking a thousand thoughts at the same time as thinking nothing at all. Plus, your stomach was still uneasy. You started off towards the sight of a previous murder--the pool.
ღ The heavy door wooshed open, the dim evening light pouring into the space. You flipped on the lights, the iridescent glow suddenly illuminating the room. Even with the lights, it was still quite dim inside. When you gazed down into the pool, you noticed that the debris from Ryoma's murder was now cleared. You took a moment to remember him.
ღ Sitting down on one of the folding chairs, you fished the joint out. You sparked it hastily, eager to pull a blanket of haze over your thoughts for a while. The crackling sound of the bud was comforting to you. You inhaled deeply, watching it burn. As you exhaled, the smoke of your joint was caught in the moonlight streaming through the large gym window overhead. The tendrils seemed to be dancing with each other, performing a complicated number to the tune of the night.
ღ "Woooow! I didn't think I'd find you here! What's that smell?"
ღ You groaned outwardly and looked to your side. Kokichi was standing there, smiling with his arms held nonchalantly over his head. Dread settled in your belly.
ღ "Why are you here?" you inquired, ignoring his comment.
ღ "Welllll," he started, coming closer. You stood up from the chair. "When Tsumugi asked if you were okay earlier and you said yes, I could tell that you were lying." The purr in Kokichi's voice as he said "lying" sent a strange feeling to your chest. You chose to blame it on the weed.
ღ "So, I came to see what you were up to. I can now see that you're up to no good," he teased. You had poorly attempted to hide the joint by stashing it behind your back, but Kokichi could see the smoke rising from behind you.
ღ "Why does it matter to you?" You stopped trying to hide the joint, inside taking a long drag right in front of him.
ღ "I was just worried about you! I worry about all of my lovely friends here." A lie. You blew your smoke right in his face, triggering a coughing fit. "W-Why did you do that? I have asthma," he said in between coughs. The way he was hunched was exaggerated, as well as the heaving of his body with every cough. Another lie.
ღ "Stop fucking around," you hissed. All you wanted to do was smoke in peace, but it seemed that you couldn't even have that.
ღ "Okay!" Kokichi exclaimed. He was immediately fine--no more hacking. That made you even more pissed off.
ღ "Can you go already?"
ღ "Why do you want to be alone? You know, it's pretty dangerous to be all alone in a place like this at night. Especially after another killing just happened." His words should have been sympathetic and caring, but they were anything but. The cute, small smile on his face hid malintent. Another shiver rippled through you. His smile widened.
ღ "Isn't it obvious? I wanted to smoke. Alone. Without anyone else around. Including you."
ღ "Aww, you're not gonna share with me? How rude. I definitely wanted to smoke that with you." Yet another lie.
ღ "You done?"
ღ "I'm being serious! Let me have some! Pleeeease?" Kokichi whined, looking at you eagerly. You couldn't believe it. You looked from your joint to Kokichi. As much as you disliked him, you couldn't pass up an opportunity to make a smoking buddy in this hell school.
ღ "O-Okay, I'll let you hit it. But don't hog it, okay?" He nodded fervently. You held it out to him, and he gingerly grabbed it between his fingers. He gazed at it for a moment, observing the red-hot cherry. He brought it to his lips with little hesitation. You were surprised that he was being so confident.
ღ Just as the tip of the joint touched his lips, he pulled it away. With a giggle, he chucked it into the pool with a plop. The fire sizzled out, along with your sanity.
ღ "Wh-What the fuck!?" you exclaimed, dejected. You had more stashed away in your room, but you didn't know how much longer your stash was going to last.
ღ "Because drugs are bad for you! I would never, ever do drugs~" he sang, giggling. "I'm just looking out for you because I care about you so much. I can't steal your heart if you're dead." His expression was blank.
ღ "Anyway, I'll see you later! Bye!" Kokichi smiled at you one more time before leaving the pool room. You watched him go. Then you turned your gaze to the pool. You could see your joint floating around in the water, but you knew there was no way that you could retrieve it. It was against Monokuma's rules about using the pool at nighttime.
ღ You returned to your room, Kokichi's words swirling around in your head. Laying down on the mattress, you desperately wished for sleep to come. The slight buzz that you had from earlier certainly helped. You tired yourself out by trying to discern Kokichi's lies from the truth.
𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 + 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙖
ღ Shuichi found you in the courtyard. You had been planning this smoke session for a few days, and you had a pretty solid strategy. The plan entailed waiting until nighttime and then sneaking out to the courtyard. You would carry your bong and bud in your backpack and then bust it open on a bench somewhere. Preferably close to the side of the school, where you couldn't easily be seen.
ღ Tonight was the night. You packed away your things in your bag was you planned. You dressed in something comfy and black. Drawing in a deep breath, you opened the door to your room. Peaking your head out into the hallway, you looked back and forth to ensure that you were alone. You didn't hear a single sound.
ღ Swiftly, you jetted from the room and down the stairs. You made an effort to keep your footsteps light. You then snuck out of the dorm rooms and out into the night. A cool breeze hit your face as you started towards the school, stopping you in your tracks.
ღ Tilting your head to the sky, you watched the stars twinkling above. The air tasted sweet, and for a moment, you almost forgot that you were in a place that you didn't want to be. Removing yourself from your thoughts, you continued your path to the side of the school.
ღ While you were lost in thought, you didn't notice that someone else had joined you outside. Shuichi watched you disappear into the shadows, panic rising in his throat. His immediate thought was that you were planning a murder. A twinge of pain crossed over his face. He really liked you. He hoped that you would never do something like this, that he wouldn't have to expose your crime. But here he was once again.
ღ He followed you to the side of the school, always staying several paces behind you. He felt strange following you like this, but he had to make sure that you weren't going to hurt anyone. Finally, you came to a stop at the tables in front of the dining hall entrance.
ღ You set your bag on the table and began to remove its contents. First, you took out your bong, then you removed your lighter and grinder. The table was illuminated by one of the nearby lamps lining the sidewalk. You made yourself comfortable in one of the chairs and packed the bowl, happily humming yourself. You felt triumphant in your endeavor. You lit the bowl and puffed away, the water bubbling noisily.
ღ Shuichi was stunned. You weren't planning to murder someone, but you were using drugs. He didn't know how to feel. Revealing himself was the next wisest option.
ღ Suddenly, you heard your name. You looked towards the lamp near the sidewalk to see Shuichi emerging from its shadow. He stood in the warm yellow light, his black hair and clothes absorbing it. He said it again, worry and fondness in his tone. "Why are you doing that?"
ღ Your eyes went wide as you witnessed Shuichi. Your plan was ruined by one of the most innocent people that it could be ruined by. "Sh-Shuichi! I... Well, you see... I..." you struggled to find something to say. He came closer, but still retained his distance. His brow was furrowed as he observed the glass piece in your hand. You felt ashamed. "Why are you out here anyway?" you interrogated.
ღ "I train with Maki and Kaito every night. I was leaving to meet them when I saw you wander off. I had to make sure everything was okay. But then I... er, interrupted you."
ღ "I didn't think anyone was following me. Listen, Shuichi... I smoke weed to relax and take my mind off of things. I think that we could all use that right about now. Besides, it's legal in the country that I'm from." Your explanation wasn't the best, but he seemed to buy it. He uncrossed his arms and dropped them to his sides with a sigh.
ღ "That would make sense that it's different in your country. I'm sorry for judging you so quickly. I'm just not used to people doing that kind of thing around me."
ღ You weren't exactly sure how to respond. "It's all good."
ღ "Well... I'll leave you to it. I'm sure that Kaito and Maki are wondering where I am."
ღ "Shuichi! There you are!" Both you and Shuichi saw Kaito approaching the table, arms outstretched. "Where you been, man? I've been waiting for like, ever!" As Kaito came closer, he saw your items out on the table and the glazed-over look in your eyes.
ღ "Are we smoking?" he asked, his friendly smile morphing into a wicked grin. Shuichi's mouth hung open, whereas you began to grin as well.
ღ "Hell yeah we are. Care to join?" you pointed the bong in Kaito's direction.
ღ "Why not? Maki isn't showing up tonight, anyway. We can always train after we're done here," Kaito proclaimed, taking the bong and lighter from you.
ღ "Kaito!? You too?" Shuichi's face was red and his hair was disheveled
ღ "You smoke and then exercise? You're built different," you joshed.
ღ “I used to smoke all the time before I started training to be an astronaut.” Kaito lit up the bong without a thought, taking a good-sized rip before trying to pass it to Shuichi.
ღ "I'm good," he replied. Kaito didn't pressure him, and instead handed it back to you. Shuichi, at this point, was starting to feel light-headed from all of the smoke around him. The buzz in his head was almost pleasant, especially as he sat around and chatted with you and Kaito. The smiles on your faces brought a small smile to his face as well. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe this was just what he needed.
Bruno's love languages are acts of service and physical touch. He is a very protective person, so he likes to take care of you, be it by tidying your home or cooking for you. He is also very physically affectionate, and when he's in the mood to show this affection, he simply can't keep his hands off of you.
When you've had a long day and are too tired to cook or clean, Bruno will gladly do it for you, even if he is also stressed or tired. As I said before, he likes to take care of you, so doing these things does not bother him. If anything, he enjoys doing them; seeing you smile after coming home to a clean house always makes his heart soar.
If you're too exhausted to bathe or brush your hair, Bruno will help you with that, too. He'll get in the shower with you and wash your hair, and when you get out, he'll take a brush and comb through it, helping to get rid of any tangles. He will also remind you to brush your teeth, but won't push you to do so if you don't feel up to it.
Bruno loves to initiate physical contact with you. If you're in public, he will place an arm around your waist or clasp your hand in his, gently guiding you to your destination. He isn't afraid to be affectionate in public, either, so don't be surprised if he kisses you in front of other people. (Of course, if you aren't comfortable with this, he will definitely respect your boundaries.)
In private, he is even more handsy. When he comes home from a mission, the first thing he does is give you a tight bear hug. It seems as if his hands are always on you, be they on your thighs, your back, or even on more... intimate areas.
Bruno is a very giving lover, and he would do anything to make you happy. He always tries to keep you out of harm's way, and he takes care of you as gently and kindly as possible. He is a great partner to have, and he will stay by your side through thick and thin.
