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What I Will Write:

° Smut

° Fluff

° Angst

° Headcanons

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° Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

° Group Activities/Threesomes

° Polyamory

Fandoms I Currently Write For:

° Attack on Titan

° Hunter X Hunter

° Kuroko's Basketball

° My Hero Academia

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I don't write male!reader

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My inbox didn't show notifications... hello y'all lmaooo

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I can't wait to share my Arlong x Self Insert OC fanart I commissioned when finished ugh

Fav One Piece VGen Artist btw <3 Insane prices, insanely fast work, sweet and fandom-involved girl, cannot recommend more, and if you commission her with proof I'll provide a free request on my writing blog(general, not detailed)~ @strawbabysimp

GAY ASF DO NOT BE FOOLED I AM A FEMBOY!!!

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I am a horrible no good rat man who has sent in like 6 edits to the art, one after she started rendering... kill me. Just end it. I'm a pathetic man.

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I can't wait to share my Arlong x Self Insert OC fanart I commissioned when finished ugh

Fav One Piece VGen Artist btw <3 Insane prices, insanely fast work, sweet and fandom-involved girl, cannot recommend more, and if you commission her with proof I'll provide a free request on my writing blog(general, not detailed)~ @strawbabysimp

GAY ASF DO NOT BE FOOLED I AM A FEMBOY!!!

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I hope everyone following know I will NEVER leave writing or this blog unless I become Mormon(again)

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Arlong w/ a Human S/O "Reality Check" HCs

Gathered from my brain headcanons that conjured up angst, enjoy(or don't) ♡

The essentialism of hating humans is made clear from your first meeting. Originally, there was no chance of you living without expressing your disdain proudly, staring up at the blue-tinged soft and scarred skin of the man before you, too afraid to meet his eyes. Now, love was on the line, and your hate grew alongside it until it rivaled Arlong's own. Some part of you would always relate to these things, remembering your days amongst them, but that only made you turn away from whatever conversation you were participating in and squander the guilt within you before others caught on.

Breaking past bonds is necessary to forge new ones with the pirates. Conversing with anyone willing to live among men, alongside the torture and neglect of Fishmen, would be considered a traitorous act. If lucky, a singular member of your family would be willing and allowed to live in Arlong Park, under close supervision. Not really a life, but you would be able to stare at the familiar features of your kind occasionally. Like a fish in a tank for the enslaved Fishmen, you thought, then shuddered with shame at comparing your experience to theirs. A deep loneliness builds within you, never solved, even with the help of a loved one's sacrifice.

Trust would have to be earned, and Arlong's personal feelings for you only prolonged the process. He had his reasons to believe every human was beneath him, but one who knew their inferiority could surely have a place beside him, he reasoned. From the point of you staying with the Fishmen, Arlong grew more prone to bouts of isolation in the following year. Having constructed a clear view of the world, he would need to carefully deconstruct and put it back together with space for you amongst them as a suedo-equal. However, this conclusion is only reached near the end of your first year with them, having been subjected to clear inequalities beforehand and only less after.

You would never be fully accepted. The gazes on your back weren't always recognized as you swung around to catch the culprit, and the knowledge that those you knew and loved still harbored resentment for you was hurtful and, even worse, understandable. The only ones to truly trust were Chew and Hachi, even Arlong going on tangents about your "unclean" blood when the liquor and rage melded in his veins.

"Be thankful you're not like them," Arlong tells you in a fit of rage, eerily threatening. "No," you clarify for him without hesitation, truth burning in your gaze. "You be thankful I'm not like them." It would be so easy, you both know, to go back to your old life, safe amongst the crowds of humans, far from him and lost forever. Living blissfully unaware of Fishmen's suffering would only benefit you and hurt him, but without each other, there would be an unfillable hole within both of you. The argument would be settled within seconds, Arlong breaking eye contact with a huff of breath, never truly resolved, just adding to the weight you both carried.

The search for the fish-fish fruit, a lucrative series of items always on their radar, quickly became a priority as their affection for you grew. Never able to look past your race, even their acts of kindness centered around changing you. "You'll be one of us," they told you with hopeful smiles, their ignorance all too familiar. You had thought you already were before then. The words never left you, even as fins sprang from your limbs and your body enlarged to match their strength. Especially, as your body sank into the depths of the ocean your first time setting foot in it after a taste of cruel fate.

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could you do some haizaki relationship headcanons? maybe he's a bit older and not as toxic... but still some haha

I have some! He is toxic but not too much for him haha

Here ya go <3

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Cow Hybrid!Shigaraki Relationship HCs

Since I've decided to make this a series, here's some cute sfw brain rot ♡

A/N: I encourage any Cow!Hybrid Shigaraki requests <3

Shigaraki loves spa days, demanding them regularly. His experience with skin sensitivity and dryness has been a constant battle, regularly searching for new products and routines to try(with the proper time given for the current method to take effect). You'll lay him down, cleanse his pores, soothe his skin, and apply the products of the day's treatment. When his eyes are closed, you'll often place a kiss either on his lips, transferring the hydrating mask onto yourself for a shared self-care experience.

Strawberries, kiwis, and other fruits are an easy way to keep him away from the junky stuff, Shigaraki himself being an average pet not wanting what is best for him. If it were up to him, he'd live off processed foods and quick fixes; luckily, he has you to cut his fruit and shop for the high-maintenance hybrid's favorite dishes.

Taking care of Tomura is a time-consuming endeavor and often emotionally taxing. The hybrid's sudden whims and mood changes are unusual for his species, but you two have come a long way. With him being able to express himself, and you being in a routine of care for both him and yourself, things progress smoothly for the most part. Yelling is his most common form of outburst, frantically mooing between raspy screams.

When frustrated, he'll stomp his foot against the ground, increasing the pace steadily as his irritation grows. This isn't exclusive to interacting with another person, relating to any bout of frustration. This leads to chipping in his hooves, worsened by his chronic dryness. This issue is one of the only insecurities Shigaraki has when it comes to his care, often refusing to meet your eyes and huffing in annoyance at your "fussing" when you kneel down to care for the flawed area.

He finds a cute sort of pride in his cow nature, choosing to incorporate the theme of his fully animal counterpart into his belongings. Little cow figures and appreciation for the animal's print were evident all over the home. His computer setup, enclosed in a picket fence, offered him a closed-in space for presumed comfort - he didn't tell you; in some ways, he's still his own person and not a pet, no matter what part of society deems his people.

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Utilizing Your Form || Dom!Murasakibara x Reader

Can be read standalone, but here is Part I

Genre: Dark Content, Smut

Category: Dom!Murasakibara x GN!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Analingus/Cunnilingus, Coercion, Dubious Consent(at best), Emotional Manipulation, Free-Use, Mind-Fuck(ed)

Request(s): "Ok hear me out ….. I need a pt 2 please"

A/N: Dark fics are some of my favorites to write, and I hope I encapsulated the fact that Reader has been brainwashed and is very much not in a headspace to consent due to the abuse they've been through pre-Part II, blah blah <3 Comments on dark fics are most appreciated btw :) Also, unsure if I prefer calling him Murasakibara or Atsushi lol

Game after game you attended of your boyfriend, watching him from the front of the crowd, feeling eyes on you as you meticulously kept your gaze on Murasakibara. Every practice building up to this had been filled with anxiety for what he'd do with the free time he had in the moment, but for now, you could sit back and relax.

You had to admit, watching him was pleasant; he'd always be beautiful. Long limbs and hair, with a confident aura, surprisingly quiet on his feet for his substantial size. He was elegance and sadism wrapped into a lover all for you.

Murasakibara had made it clear he didn't want anyone else, causing a sick part of you to rejoice and feel special. He was highly sought after and it was you he chose after all.

He stood tall amongst his fellow players, arms stretched out as he guarded from a stable position. He catches your eye in the midst of the standstill, glaring you down with a look you recognize to be lustful. Your thighs clenched, knees coming together to hide the tremble that travelled up your body.

Fear wasn't the only thing flowing through you; your veins swelled with fire all the way down to your loins in preparation for what was sure to come. Your body had been trained through repeated mental and physical abuse, scarring the deepest parts of your soul and carving an Atsushi-shaped cavern deep within you. You craved to fill it, achingly empty without him. You sat with a smile on your face, your foot tapping the ground anxiously – a compelling combination of emotions for Muradakibara to consume.

You stood in communion with your side of the crowd, joining the standing ovation at the game's final score. Murasakibara didn't hesitate in heading over to you, surely inducing the jealousy of onlookers. You simply held out the snacks you bought dutifully, receiving a pleased huff in response. Lips upturned as food met awaiting taste buds, your boyfriend's game was a success and now it was time to reward him. Simple enough, you reassured yourself.

He gripped you suddenly, guiding you up by your shoulder as he continued chewing without emotion. You allowed your body to be directed, the familiar route to the locker room causing a series of flashbacks to your confession to fill your mind. An ache between your legs began to grow, knowing that he would be inside you soon.

He shoves you into the room by the center of your back, harsher than intended – at least you told yourself that.

A few moments pass as you continue to face away from him, head down, allowing the event to simply exist, not taking part in it.

"What are you waiting for?" he prompts dryly, "Take them off." Your shorts are quickly abandoned as you turn around, meeting his gaze in the process. He smiles with a more sincere grin before stepping forward. His hand comes up to enclose the left side of your face tenderly before traveling down to the junction of your neck and shoulder. He only stayed so long on one spot, keeping his hands flat to encompass as much space of your body as possible in his tantalizing travels.

You're spun back around by a spontaneous repositioning of Atsushi's hands on your waist, applying pressure across an eerie expanse of flesh from his size. He had become accustomed to guiding you by force rather than request, neither asking for permission nor forgiveness. You tripped lightly with the suddenness of it all, thankful you had pulled your shorts fully off instead of merely down around your ankles.

You feel his body shift through the air more than actually hear it, an all-too-human sense of others around you, combined with the fact that it was him, made it so clear to you. Both of your eyes shut, yours from embarrassment, as he leaned forward from his position on the ground

Pressure is applied gently, this time between your asscheeks, tongue coming out to tease and test the condition of his property. You had a complicated relationship with this act, the sheer vulnerability of it both turning you on and scaring you deeply. A part of you didn't want it, and a part of it was your favorite thing in the world. He was everything to you, good and bad.

"All mine." The words are rough and muffled by flesh, Atsushi refusing to leave the space between your legs. His tongue prods deep within you, and he can't help but comment on your taste. "A treat after a game, so delicious," he taunts far too easily compared to your rampant-running heart. He must feel it, pulsating around the organ inside you as your body clenches down on him.

"Ready, baby?" His voice is sweet, but you know better than to trust it as he proceeds without waiting for a response, predicting your lack of refusal. Deep breaths fill your lungs shakily as you position yourself against a locker. A less forgiving grip is used on your shoulders as he practically carried you to his preferred area instead.

Holding your left hand behind your back, your boyfriend bent your torso forward over a bench with little concern for germs or your own comfort. You reminded yourself that you'd soon enough get lost in the sensations to come, providing sick comfort.

You were correct. The task got less anxiety-inducing as Atsushi's tip slid up and down against your opening. The teasing excited you, almost as if preventing the act was what got you off. With that thought, he slid the first inch of his cock inside you, careful yet steady, as if meticulously counting to ten and then adding another inch to his invasion.

He was dutiful to his own pleasure, giving you only a moment to adjust before fucking into you without restraint. You found the thought of his legs spread to accommodate the height difference humorous, suddenly distracting you and loosening your hole with its fleeting pleasantness, subsequently making the experience feel even better.

Your legs carried you forward suddenly, your body begging him to trust you with a further arch of your back and spread of your cheeks and hole. You got up on the bench in front of you. A laugh sounded behind you, familiar yet shocking. The same arms that had maneuvered you every which way toppled you backwards with only your boyfriend's support to hold you up. Murasakibara kept his cock inside you throughout the adjustment, resisting the urge to hold you still and fuck you during the process.

You were a feather in his hold, easily adjusted to his wants, happy it was made so easy for you to please if you had to do it. Your entrance was sure to be sore tomorrow, but maybe Atsushi would be nicer to you the following days – he sometimes was.

His pace began to quicken as your torso suffered the brunt of his ill-controlled muscles. "Tighten up," he commanded gruffly, displeased. Sacrificing your stability, adding now-unfamiliar weight to your legs, one of his Murasakibara's hands came up between your legs to bring you to the brink of orgasm alongside him.

The touch was a welcome sensation, the consistent movement of his wrist leading you to nuzzle into his body from the added pleasure.

"Good fucking hole, you know that?" The praise was muttered into your ear. "Going to come in it, say thank you."

The simultaneous pleasure and command were too much for you, an ostinato of 'thank yous' sounding from your lips in succession with his words. A wetness was added to your insides, melding you two together in another way, as if you could get any closer – though it did feel like it in the moment.

Pumping himself past completion, your boyfriend used you, surpassing your own limits. You resisted resisting, settling on wracking your body with lips melded shut in an attempt to make him happy.

Finally, after an unprocessable amount of time, the shaft between your legs was pulled from you with a shameful, slick sound that you should have felt ashamed for. You were once again completely in Atsushi's hold, off the bench and in his arms. A single kiss was pressed to your skull before he spoke against your neck.

"Get dressed."

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I'll stop reblogging stuff from my main blog soon enough, just want y'all to know to follow for updates btw <3

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Y'all are not ready for the next 2 fics... one so sweet, including fruits and spa days~ The other a dark non-con mind fuck SEQUEL!

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WIP(S):

Adult Trio + Marshmallow Hell w/ Fem!Reader

Cow!Hybrid Shigaraki Headcanons

(other requests are in progress this is just my focus)

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Arlong Falling in Love w/ a Human Slave HCs

Fun Fact: He's my favorite anime character of all time since childhood ♡

A/N: In my head, Nami exists, but I didn't include any headcanons about her younger self existing amongst them~

Developing feelings besides disdain or amusement towards a human was an unexpected nightmare for Arlong. While dismissing the initial interest in your appearance as an acknowledgement of a tasteful assortment of features, Arlong couldn't resist keeping you close. He always enjoyed pretty things; it only made sense to keep a human slave of the finest aesthetics.

His treatment of you began as surprisingly pleasant, albeit filled with looming fear at your captor's strength. With simple tasks to accomplish to make your master's day easier, you found your purpose was fulfilling and rewarded with easier attitudes than you had ever seen Fishmen express.

The power imbalance was not lost on either side, with you and the pirates of Arlong Park being acutely aware of your position in the crew. Your acknowledgement was followed by permission from Arlong to interact with you, and was often filled with requests you'd never be comfortable refusing. The only member who treated you as an equal was Hachi, and he was interesting to say the least, but not bad, you noted. He still gave you requests, but you theorized he simply followed what the others did and didn't realize the suedo-commands' full effect on you.

"If you could be any fish, what would you be?" The question startled you; prolonged silence between you and your overseeing master was the usual. Looking towards the brightened sky, you wondered for a split second why he was here, asking you questions versus partying, but quickly redirected yourself. You couldn't afford to waste time when it came to satisfying his wants. Looking up tentatively, you gave your answer, receiving a nod of approval in return. "I would prefer you as that, fits you," he huffed the last bit, the small breath of words working to reshape your idea of him.

His outbursts made you sink into yourself, too many times the target of his ridicule for nothing more than being human. Perhaps it would have happened anyway; you were never truly sure of the extent of his cruelty, having been kept away from their more gruesome excursions. The other fishmen retold tales of their violence, but Arlong always kept his mouth shut on the subject, even when eyes travelled to him in request for details, perhaps used to his boisterous nature.

You were adorned in fine things inspired by Arlong's own tastes in fashion. Earrings reflecting a time you had only heard whispers about pierced your ears a year into your servitude. It would be paired with a golden necklace, flexible and suitable for the water, probably coated in some way that the Fishmen were more familiar with.

You loved the water, often being able to bask in it between tasks or whilst amongst the crew. Arlong jokes about getting you a kiddie pool beside his throne, making you scowl, before he replaced the offer with one for an actual pool. Despite the nearby ocean and pool even nearer, big enough for their regular parties, Arlong offered you your own heated system, for seemingly no reason at all.

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may i request Illumi Milluki n Killua and thier girlfriend at their parents funeral? maybe comforting him or something happier

I forgot that I did this for a gender-neutral reader as I do all my non-smuts <3 I hope you enjoy(ed)!

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Hi, I love your work so much!!!! I just noticed you have requests open, and if you have the time I was wondering if we could get a sub!illumi kink alphabet sort of like what you did for shigiraki?

Either way i hope you have an amazing day and know that your writing feeds my soul (and libido lol)

(also sidenote you write illumi So incredibly well and i am obsessed. i feel like hes a tricky character to get right and you absolutely nail it)

Happy to write for my baby boy Illumi again! I hope everyone enjoys <3

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Sub!Illumi NSFW Alphabet

Hey... ♡

A = Aftercare

Illumi's after-sex ritual consists of either lying back to stare at the ceiling or attending to himself in the bathroom, sure to return to you promptly as his servitude continues even after coitus. There are rare occurrences where he'll be too fucked out to get himself up; a confusing time for him as he can move, but he really, really doesn't want to. You run a hand through his hair when this happens, curling into his side as you look down upon the mess you've created. Oddly enough, a part of you is more satisfied with his emotions in this state, enjoying the intense reaction. He's upset, but you know he'll be fine in a few moments. His vulnerability belongs to you.

B = Body Part

The eldest Zoldyck is especially sensitive along his inner thighs, light touches sure to draw shaky breaths from his rigid body. Illumi's cock stirs easily with your taunting, only able to keep from thrusting up into your hold due to his skilled background. He makes sure to behave for you whilst enjoying every second of it.

C = Cum

It's easy for Illumi to supply the fluid of your interest, acting even more restrained and well-behaved for you as you paint his body with his own cum. He'll kneel before you with aching knees and closed lips, begging for your instructions with wide, pupil-filled eyes. Your fingers drag patterns across his cheeks, jaw, abs, and every other inch of him you own. When his looks suit your fancy, you delve your fingers into his mouth, tongue flat and tasting, forcing him to clean up the mess you made of him.

D = Dirty Secret

Every act of Illumi's submission is shrouded in shame, only slowly allowing the tendrils of the past to release his restrained desires. Dominance and apathy were placed on a pedestal within his mind, formed through filial servitude and allegiance to his family's ideals. It's always brewing under the surface, bubbling in his stomach and unsettling his mind. It's up to you to calm him down, ease him into a state of uncontrollable lust he can channel into strength to fight against the racing thoughts as he gives up power to you alone.

E = Experience

Illumi has no experience in relationships or sexuality in actuality, with research and what you tell him being his only source of information before any act occurs. You find his innocent yet willing demeanor all the more enticing, bringing forth a desire within you to corrupt the powerful man before you. You would go deep within every sensitive, unexplored part of him and bring out that which he enjoyed, aligning with your own natural need for dominance.

F = Favorite Position

You look down upon him with a meld of affection and lust, bringing overwhelmed tears to his eyes as you stimulate him beyond words. The feel of your stomachs against one another's, flesh tensing in pleasure, melding beautifully and explicitly. His gaze often catches on the sight of you two meeting below your hips, entrance swallowing the other deeper than fully visible, squeezing down in tandem with the rush of endorphins through your bodies.

G - Goofy

Illumi barely comprehends humor, much less finds it in the intimacy of the acts that take place between the two of you. There's a wall between himself and true pleasure, brick by brick placed with loveless hands, the process of surpassing the obstacle never truly a success, but rather a trip over the wall. He finds himself inexplicably transported back to the restraints of his forebears after intimacy is over, leaving it up to you to climb his walls and offer him not only comfort but true companionship - a serious task that takes effort.

H - Hair

Perfectionist-level grooming was a facet of Illumi's lifestyle far before you were there to admire his work. You were entranced the first time he stripped before you, a trimmed bush of dark hair guiding your gaze to the pale yet flushed cock between his legs. Spreading his limbs to reveal himself further, he finally completed the image with cleanly shaved balls and a plump ass. The hair surrounding his hole had been short yet unshaven, his own wants becoming shamelessly obvious as you noticed the hair lessening in between his cheeks as your relationship continued, leading you to explore that area of his body more and more.

I = Intimacy

Some would have found his expressions unsettling as the two of you indulge yourselves lewdly, wide and frozen for most of the act, but you took note of the smallest of changes. Your chest warmed and spread want down your own body to pleasure his own when you noticed the glistening of his waterline or the slight furrow of his brow as his most sensitive areas were treated to the tender abuse of your loins. The act was just for the two of you, and you knew the man before or below you was made just for you to understand.

J = Jack Off

Illumi is hesitant to touch himself while away from you, with no desire for the act itself unless you consciously spur him on. You save it for rare occasions, teasing him with suggestive photos and texts while he's far from you, unable to soothe the ache you create to his full satisfaction. He'd become reliant on your touch, his own palm only satisfying his physical needs, while his chest still was left aching for the emotional release only you can provide. You've convinced him to prop up his phone on occasion, instructing him on the best way to show off for you, bringing him the closest to true bliss you can while apart. He'll palm himself through his briefs before pulling them down to restrain his legs and free his cock at the same time. He bends up into the touch as his thighs stretch the fabric surrounding them, the only freedom he'll experience being at the cost of his auditory freedom - being made to choke on the musk of desire through his shorts as you instruct him to shove them into his mouth with wide and willing eyes directed at the camera.

K = Kink(s)

His favorite kinks center around submission and obedience, lacking the drive to disobey you, getting off on your satisfaction, more so than even your pleasure. Recreating scenes from his own "training" proves to be both therapeutic and erotic for him, his breath quickening the most when you have him tied up and at your mercy. You use these opportunities to pleasure him, show him how good you can make rewiring his mind and body, remembering your touch instead of every cruel action that could've been inflicted on him.

L = Location

Illumi is a private person and has an image to maintain, making him uncomfortable with acting lewdly in any area where you two could be caught. Due to the intimacy of your two's power exchange, he prefers to be in a familiar setting, usually wherever you're staying. Though he has settled for a hotel or, on one occasion, a bar bathroom when you two had drunk your fill.

M = Motivation

Illumi is easily turned on for you, picking up on your desires immediately and falling into a state of submission in accordance. This had taken time to build, his knowledge of your wants not being enough to make him showcase his own equal lust. Be patient, for with time, he'd melt at the mere touch of his thigh or suggestion of control.

N = No

Illumi would never be open to bringing another person into your relationship, holding you dear, and finding the mere suggestion an insult to himself. He only wants to submit to you, and if another were to see that, he would feel as if a part of himself capable of such intimacy was lost.

O = Oral

Illumi loves giving and receiving, enjoying the two different experiences wholeheartedly. His eyes roll back in his head as he dives between your legs, swallowing down your scent and taste as he drifts into a headspace that seemingly takes away his necessity to breathe. When you're the one swallowing him down, sometimes encouraging him to fuck into your mouth like the needy boy he always is, he shakes in your hold. Your fingertips dig into his hips, and that just spurs him on more, assuring him he's just how you want him.

P = Pace

The two of you tend to engage in passionate rendezvous together, the intimacy between the two of you being enough to prove it's loving as you hold him down and use him the way he begs for. Sometimes you'll purposely control the pace, dragging out the two of you's stimulation as he gazes up at you, begging in a way you can only perceive.

Q = Quickie

You'll use quickies as a way to offer him release and keep him fully under your control. Putting his pleasure at the forefront of your mind, you bend him to your will, drawing out quick breaths and profound moans that are clearer than if you had prolonged the moment. You'll smile fondly at his surprised expression after the act, needy and raw from whatever you wished to do to him in the moment, satisfied with his willingness to come from your ministrations.

R = Risk

Illumi is willing to try most things, already having gone through an abundance of life experiences that filtered out his hesitation for a challenge. The most risk he may take, however, is allowing your hand to rise up his thigh and force him to control his hardening cock whilst obscured by some table.

S = Stamina

Illumi has endless stamina. The only signs of strain on his form center around his wide and eager eyes, water spilling across porcelain-like skin from their borders when he's overstimulated. You love to make him cry, taking advantage of his strength and control, using it against him. You draw orgasm after orgasm from his muscular frame and spent cock, somehow still hard rounds in. He's committed to giving you his all.

T = Toys

Illumi doesn't use toys when alone, their smooth components feeling like foreign devices in his hands. You do like to incorporate them when you two are together, though. He loves to be splayed out on the bed, or across your lap, taking whatever lubed-up item in or around him easily, for you and only you.

U = Unfair

Illumi doesn't tease you intentionally, but rather his innocent demeanor after having witnessed him come apart so thoroughly before you works to excite you in every situation. With the same wide eyes he always has, it's too easy to get caught up staring at your lover, desiring the destruction of his put-together state. To have him walking beside you so casually, markings you made concealed underneath tight clothing, was an aphrodisiac that led to the abuse of the other once you were alone.

V = Volume

Even when particularly enjoying himself, Illumi still managed to maintain his composure. It takes a lot to have him fully come apart for you, building up to the final break over hours or even days. He enjoyed the drawn-out torture you inflicted upon him though, the same as you relished in his increasing whines and needy eyes only you had the privilege of detecting.

W = Wild Card (Random)

Illumi is easily overstimulated, not in the usual sense of becoming agitated, but rather that his body is acutely aware of everything being done. Since he has no reason to hold back with you, he finds himself shivering with the repetitive, tantalizing touches you give him. He'll moan for more, but you'll only give him enough to keep him on the edge of satisfaction, like an itch that feels so good to not scratch.

X = X-Ray

Toned, flexible, and resilient - Illumi was the perfect specimen to have unlimited fun with. He soaked up every bit of pleasure you gave him, so subtle in his responses, but the leaness of his form allowed you to notice the ripples in his torso as you wrought his body with pleasure.

Y = Yearning

Illumi has a difficult time recognizing his own wants and comfortably embracing them when they do arise. His body, having suppressed so many sensations for so long, has led to issues in initiating sex. He's completely devoted to you, would have to be to sleep with you, and as such, your pleasure is his - something to adapt to without guilt, as you may feel you are making him do things when he is just a unique individual with wants centered around pleasing another.

Z = Zzz

Too many thoughts are always racing around in Illumi's head. On a good day, the sex releases his mind of its usual whirlwind of plans and responsibilities, but afterwards, he is left once again preparing and pondering on the widest variety of things. You'd never know them all. Illumi had many secrets he deemed unnotable that would knock you on your ass faster than you did to him.

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girl omfg u need. NEED to make the kink alphabet thing for kise/mura (if u still write knb)

u wrote my fav mura fic ever ilysm

Let's delete the terf reposts before coming to a trans person's blog for a request <3