˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ "There's things I wanna say to you but I'll just let you live" - cinnamon girl
🍵 Call me by : caili / elle. she/they, istp, wlw. clarisse la rue's girlfriend, currently somewhere in northern italy, occasional reader, ravenclaw in actuality, hufflepuff in my heart! , 4ever fangirl!!, cabin 10 angel, always lookin 4 moots! , letterboxd warrior 🕊️
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ᯓ★ ps. I made this for fun, i most probably won't be posting. (Unless im ranting 😓 i also don't know what tags to put..)
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Please note! That ANY similarities to other blogs is entirely coincidental. I take inspo from MANY different blogs. So if you have any problems with this please, please, please! Tell me so I can give you credit where credit is due.
i love yuri, lesbians, queer women, sapphic media, wlw ships that aren’t canon, wlw ships that are canon, unsuspected yuri, forbidden yuri, doomed yuri, slow burn yuri, teen romance yuri, spooky yuri, cute yuri, woc yuri, masc4masc yuri, fem4fem yuri, fem4masc yuri, u-haul yuri, and any other kind of yuri.
When you check a writer’s profile and they have a master list with NO weird “kink” fics or borderline illegal themes so now you realize you can enjoy their work to your hearts content
I feel a deep disappointment when I finish a fanfic and the writer has a master list filled with everything I have a deep hatred for
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈/𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ; smut/suggestive, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, idk how to taggg, give me reqs if u want!!!
𝒶/𝓃 ; 1st post! not proofread, also bad writing ahead! unironically a kinktober post??
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ percy jackson
reverse cowgirl
percy definitely loves to see how your ass just bounces with every single thrust; he'll grab your ass cheeks and moan on and on about how good your ass looks for him. he'll really just lay back and let you ride him till you're all trembling and needy, then he'll step in and start bouncing you on his cock, tugging at your hair, but not too rough, as his cock stretches out your needy cunt.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ jason grace
missionary
holy shit. jason definitely likes missionary, but not in the, like, frank type of way – the complete fucking opposite. he goes rough, like crazy actually; he's a freak in the sheets. you definitely wouldn't guess it at first, but he loves to fuck you rough, your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can reach that perfect spot that makes you cry out. he'll usually give praise, but if you ask him to be rougher, just know that you're in for a crazy night.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ leo valdez
doggy style
this man is a (not so secret) freak, so definitely doggy style. he'll go gentle, but when you give him that 'go ahead', all restraint goes through the fucking roof. he loves to grope your ass while he thrusts; he occasionally tugs and spanks your ass. he definitely has his chest pressed against your back as he fucks the life out of you, whispering sweet nothings while you try and stifle your moans.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ frank zhang
spooning/missionary
he absolutely loves spooning or just basic missionary. he will definitely handle you as if you're made of glass, with slow, gentle, deep thrusts. he will definitely tell you when he's close and will pull out if you're not using a condom. he's just a sucker for soft and intimate sex.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ connor stoll (underrated bb)
cowgirl
if you ask connor "ass or tits?" he'd definitely pick tits.
he loves watching how your tits bounce every time you bounce back on his cock. he's definitely handsy, hands on your hips, ass, and definitely tits. he'd sit up and start marking up your neck as you ride him, slowly trailing down to right above your tits. he's a tease, so he would just place soft kisses and licks right above your tits before actually sucking on them, giving you what you want.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ luke castellan (got a little carried away...)
idk he just wants to fuck you
this man is just down bad for you. he will take you anywhere he fucking can. in your cabin? yes. by the lake? yes. bent over a table? yes. against the wall? fuck yes. he definitely has a breeding kink, so no condom. he goes rough, as in fucking you so hard you forget your own name. but he doesn't go too far, within your limits at least. he'll stop and be gentler, only if you beg him to. and i mean really beg him. like “you want me to be gentle, baby? yeah? then beg for it, be a good girl and beg f’me." he’ll groan in your ear with a fucking smirk knowing that you'll practically do anything for him as long as he fucks you.
౨ৎ records you riding her without asking, saves it in a folder on her desktop named taxes and watches it every time she’s left alone with nothing but her hand to keep her pussy company, the filthy video reflecting on her too-big, nerdy glasses.
౨ৎ pulls you into her lap during dinner just so she can innocently grind her thigh up into you and call you dramatic when a soft mhph slips out.
౨ৎ asks if you’re ovulating just to get on her knees and say she can “smell it,” and she can—this fuckin’ horndog swears she can taste it in your sweat, savour it in the air, and see it in the sway of your hips.
౨ৎ moans your name into your pillow when she humps it on days you’re too tired to fuck—cause she’d never dare push you into anything you don’t feel like doing. she’ll even give you a five-star massage and put you to sleep. either way, she always leaves a sticky patch on your side of the bed like a dog in heat marking territory.
౨ৎ gets a rush from public stuff. like letting her fingers brush the inside of your thigh under the dinner table at family events, then gaslighting you right after. “what a snowflake, i wasn’t even doin’ anything.”
౨ৎ manifests sex by walking around the house with a white, see-through tank top and Calvin Klein boxers. ngghhh.
౨ৎ masturbates to your voice notes when you’re at work—casual, boring updates about what you’ve eaten or done—and she’s fingering herself to your laugh like it’s the best porn she’s ever witnessed. obsessed much? nah. she calls it devotion. same goes for the sound of your voice during arguments, she replays voice memos where you’re yelling at her and imagining you doing it naked. she needs you mean. it’s a necessity, not a want.
౨ৎ presses her strap into your ass while folding laundry together, completely deadpan, like she’s not wearing that thing just to get you dripping. “oops. my bad.”
౨ৎ fucks you in front of the huge mirror hanging in your bedroom so she can see your face falling apart in real time, pulling your hair while hissing, “look at you, look at what i do to you,” and she pounds you like she’s trying to milk your womb and get you pregnant. she cruelly slows down when you’re about to cum, “i know, i know baby—it’s too much, but you’re takin’ it so good,” and won’t stop until your legs shake. keeps going even when you sob, pressing apologetic kisses to your neck and the blade of your shoulder. “one more, i know you’ve got one more in you, for me, c’mon.”
౨ৎ moans your name while she comes in her boxers from dry humping your soaked pussy, shaking like an electrocuted virgin, “fuckfuckfuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” #bringdryhumpingback
౨ৎ gets emotionally and spiritually hard off watching you sleep. not in a romantic way either. she just stares at your parted lips, your shirt riding up, and whispers filthy things under her breath like a creep. and when you do catch her, she doesn’t even look ashamed.
౨ৎ slips her thigh between yours while you’re sleeping, just to keep you open. not even trying anything… unless you move in your sleep.
౨ৎ plays with the hem of your panties when you’re knocked out, fingertips ghosting the lacy edges. sometimes even tucks her hand under your waistband and falls asleep like that.
౨ৎ sleeptalks filth, whimpering your name. “just a taste, babe, please…” then wakes up with her boxers wet and pretends not to remember what the dream was about... even after orgasming three times in her sleep.
౨ৎ grinds in her sleep, needy little humps against the fat of your ass with her arm locked around your waist.
౨ৎ asks if she can nap between your legs, then accidentally falls asleep face-first against your pussy, arms slung around your thighs like you’re some kind of personal mattress.
౨ৎ cries if you don’t let her eat you out when you’re on your period, tells you she’s just spiritually cleansing you from the inside out and that “real love is messy.”
౨ৎ watches old videos of you gagging around her strap when you’re not home, whispering “that’s my fuckin’ wife” while she jerks herself to tears. in her defence, she’s a proud wife.
౨ৎ offers to shave your pussy for you but keeps “accidentally” bumping her knuckles against your clit between passes. “oops,” she drawls, fingers already prying your lips open.
౨ৎ tucks her strap into her boxers before bed, praying you’ll climb on and use her while she’s still asleep.
౨ৎ gets lowkey jealous of your vibrator, calls it names under her breath, and once threw it across the room because it made you come faster than she did (she set a timer). later apologized. to you, not the vibrator.
౨ৎ refuses to wash her face after you sit on it.
౨ৎ makes you sign odd contracts before sex as a joke, but they’re full of “i allow ellie to smell my armpits as much as she wants” and “ellie owns my socks now.”
౨ৎ remembers what you wore on your first date, and gets genuinely mad if you ever try to throw it away.
౨ৎ has an entire notes app filled with your old texts. every compliment you’ve ever given her, she’s written down and reads them back when her brain starts lying again. she even keeps little stolen moments trapped in polaroids of you, tucked in corners of the house.
౨ৎ makes sims of the two of you, builds fake lives, and gets jealous if sim-you flirts with npcs.
౨ৎ gets genuinely upset when you don’t tag her in italian brainrot reels or spam her with random tiktoks. “so you got a side chick, huh?”
౨ৎ says “i would’ve loved you in every lifetime,” with such passion it feels like a threat. “if your soul was reincarnated into a cockroach, i’d still marry you.”
౨ৎ shuts down for ten full minutes when you say someone else is funny, then tries to make you laugh harder just to “win” you back. when it doesn’t work, she sits there questioning everything she’s ever said to you.
౨ৎ claims she wants to be buried next to you when the day comes, and already has a google doc planning it. she showed it to you once at 2am and cried when you laughed.
౨ৎ keeps the tag from the first hoodie you ever bought her, tucked in her wallet like a family heirloom.
౨ৎ snoops through your childhood photo albums not to judge you, but to fall deeper in love with the little version of you she never got to meet :(
౨ৎ refuses to delete your old voicemails, even if they’re just about picking up milk. she has them backed up on a usb, just in case.
౨ৎ stalks your spotify activity. you listen to one breakup song and she’s immediately texting, “you okay?” all concerned like she didn’t just have a mini mental breakdown five minutes before sending that.
౨ৎ laminated screenshots of your first convo and hid them in her guitar case. when you laughed, she deadass called you toxic and didn’t speak to you until you apologized.
౨ৎ has a secret scrapbook of you, but is too shy to show you because it’s full of stolen receipts, screenshots, and the wrapper from the first snack you shared.
౨ৎ gets real quiet real fast every time you say “i need space.” (even if you just mean the couch.) her poor brain goes straight to divorce → abandonment → enemy arc unlocked.
౨ৎ asks every six months if you’d still love her if she lost all her limbs, and takes your answer very seriously.
౨ৎ tugs on your necklace while you’re talking, dragging you closer mid-sentence just to kiss you quiet, “you talk too pretty to ignore.”
౨ৎ cups your tits from under your shirt while you’re watching tv, just to keep her palms full and use them as stress balls.
౨ৎ gets pouty if you roll away from her mid-sleep, grumbling “rude” under her breath and spoons you aggressively out of spite.
౨ৎ pretends to be asleep just to see if you’ll touch her, and if you do brush her hair or stroke her side, she’s smiling into the pillow like a pathetic loser.
౨ৎ starts overthinking the moment you seem distant, even if it’s just work stress. she spirals in silence, convinced she’s done something wrong, and won’t say anything until you pry it out of her. “you’re not bored of me, right?”
౨ৎ compares herself to every girl you follow, scrolling through their pages late at night with a pit in her stomach, wondering if they’re more your type than she is. spoiler: they’re not.
౨ৎ pulls away when she’s insecure, even though she craves your touch more than anything. she goes cold, starts sleeping on the edge of the bed until you notice (you always notice). she doesn’t ask for reassurance right away, but instead she drops weird hints “you don’t have to stay with me, you know,” or “if you ever wanted someone else, i’d get it.”
౨ৎ packs your lunch with dumb sticky notes saying “eat this or i’ll cry.”
౨ৎ used to call you her wife even before she proposed, and even now, years later, she still asks if you wanna grow old together, adding a little scared “if that’s okay” at the end that breaks your heart all over again.
gets you a shell everytime he goes to the beach. you now have a rapidly growing collection on your shelf.
is always trying to impress you: surf & skate board tricks!!!
lovesss coordinating his outfits to yours
"the view is so beautiful, isn't it?" while staring at you with mushy eyes
sends you bicep pics when you're feeling down
"it's national lipstick day so i need a kiss!!"
we all know he's the most loyal boyfriend ever. like, he won't even look at any other girl because in his eyes, why would he? when he already has you?
JASON GRACE
cooks breakfast for you while you're still sleeping because he knows you like waking up to a plate of your favorite food <3
is NEVER late to a date. ever.
has the cheesiest captions for his ig posts of you
so so shy around you in public but this man is a FREAK when you're alone
classic lover boy: opens doors, hand on the small of your back, forehead kisses
doesn't push you even when he knows you're lying—he knows how difficult it is to open up, but he's always here when you're ready to
plans out every single detail—a spontaneous, not thought-through date just isn't his style
LEO VALDEZ
he almost never calls you by your first name. it's always your last name or a spanish endearment (free my man from the "baby" accusations 🥀)
binge-watched your favorite series for you once; is now a bigger fan than you
HAND-MADE GIFTS. but not just some flimsy ol' thing, no, instead he makes you the most beautiful metal roses or jewelry boxes that are as long-lasting and strong as his love for you
he always knows how exactly to make you laugh—even if his jokes are absolutely horrible
has like a bajillion 0.5 pics of you
you're the gwen to his spider-man... & you two have matching pjs
insane threat/promises are his thing—"i'd steal the moon for you! "i'd build you a staircase to the heavens!" et cetera
FRANK ZHANG
he adores your scent & could spend an eternity wrapped up in your arms
THE friends to lovers btw
has a picture of you in his wallet <3
loves braiding your hair so it can stay out of your face when you're training
occasionally shape-shifts into a cat to curl up in your lap (& no it's not an excuse to get head-pats)
insanely respectful. like this man will stay two continents tf away from you until he gets your consent
observant to the point where he's memorized the exact way your hair was curled on your third date
LUKE CASTELLAN
asks you for a kiss mark on his cheek whenever he goes out so that everyone knows he's yours
he's THE waist-grabber
does that thing where he tugs on your bottom lip while kissing before letting go
has edited you to chase atlantic at least once
"this is a really nice necklace! where'd you buy it from?" he stole it.
loving in an aggressive, carnal way—he absolutely needs skin-to-skin contact at all times, perhaps to establish that you're here. and you're his.
goes insane when you wear that dress or that lipstick
