Hello! Sorry this took a while, I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how to start it! I loved the request, and it was so fun to write when I figured out where I was taking it! Thanks for the request! :D
I’m glad you like my work! I hope you like this one too!
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Word Count: 3,270
Summary: Check the prompt above!
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The day had been long. You’d known when you got the job that it would be long hours and lots of dutiful work, but you’d never really thought a workplace could work you as ragged as the Wessex Police station did. You weren’t even an officer, instead a receptionist, which was quite possibly more work than being an actual officer.
Not only did you have to deal with moody citizens filing reports and asking to speak with officers, or detectives, but you also had to deal with the moody officer’s upstairs who were always irritated when you phoned up for someone. They were always frustrated with you for disturbing them, when you were really just the middle man.
Then there was dealing with the media, and attempting to console people who came in upset, or angry. There was being the person who’s calls got ignored upstairs when people were busy, and you were left with antsy citizens.
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The duality of man is thinking “children cannot help themselves and we all need to be patient with them as they explore what it means to be human in public” and also “damn, I wish this crying baby was not on the plane rn :/“
Just as courage is not the absence of fear but doing the brave thing in spite of it, patience is not the absence of irritation but doing the kind thing in spite of it.
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single dad kita who is so used to licking his finger and swiping the grain of rice off of his daughter's chin that he does it to you one night when you have some on your lip.
you freeze. so does he.
his thumb is still pressed up against your lower lip. you can feel the work-rough pad of it; his spit is slick against your skin. there's heat rising to your cheeks, a supernova burn.
"kita—" you start to say, his name strung out, frazzled with panic.
his thumb slips between your parted lips. you press your tongue against it instinctively; you can taste the salt of him and a hint of the sake you'd been sharing.
kita stares at you, his eyes searching. they're the color of a sunrise, a sweet golden dawn. there's a promise in them.
you press your tongue against his thumb again.
he breathes in through his nose. it's calm. composed. it makes something in you itch.
slowly, carefully, you close your lips around his thumb.
his eyes go dark, the color of whisky. he lets out a soft breath; you only hear the shake because you were listening for it.
a door creaks open.
the both of you go still again.
"daddy?"
it's high and plaintive, an uneasy warble. a little hiccup follows.
kita pulls free of you in an instant. he wipes his thumb against his shirt; you watch as it dampens with your spit.
he's halfway to the hallway when he glances over his shoulder at you. his gaze keeps you in place, a butterfly pinned by its wings.
"stay," he says, simple and firm. "we're not done yet."
note this is directed at roleplay blogs, which is why i may be removing features that a regular personal blog would use, but everyone is free to use and customize these to your own liking.
i recently posted a quick tutorial on how to use ublock to remove the annoying shop button with the permanent "new" notification and i was asked both if i use any other tweaks for the dashboard and if i could compile my previous tweaks such as bigger dms, so here i am bundling all my tumblr fixes / tweaks. to install these you'll need ublock origin (feel free to experiment and adapt this to other adblocker extensions!) and stylus (apparently stylish has some privacy concerns so i'm no longer using that)
ublock / adblocker part: following the steps on this tutorial, you'll open the filters panel on ublock origin and paste this. all filters are named and categorized in case you want to pick and choose.
follow the instructions in the notes! you'll have to replace my url with yours and if you have sideblogs copy paste the filters with the urls of your other blogs:
stylus part: install this style, follow the "get stylus" button if you don't have this extension installed. optional customizing the css:
.j17Mp makes the dms window size bigger, adjust to your liking.
.k31gt various is all text / posts settings:
1. "text-align: justify;" justfies text, remove if you don't want justified text.
2. "font-size: 13px;" changes the font size of both normal and small text to a default 13px, adjust to a size comfortable for you!
.k31gt.ljmFj removes the gap between blockquotes.
everything else removes the empty gaps from removing ads with ublock.
tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.
megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.
he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.
megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.
maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.
he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.
flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.
but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care
because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3
genre. making out & slightly suggestive, gn! reader
— zhongli
alongside zhongli, you feel his presence instantly, it reminds you of a comforting and reassuring constant— a cradling you wholly worshipped as the bustle of the harbor behind you faded away.
"thank you for showing me this place," your eyes glow as you said softly, glancing up at him, "it's beautiful."
with you, zhongli can leave his stern demeanor behind for once and actually smile, wholeheartedly, his golden eyes warm just by the mere sight of you, "it is a place i often come to for reflection."
"i thought you might appreciate its tranquility."
feeling a sense of peace wash over you, you took in the serene surroundings— the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft trickle of a nearby stream creating a soothing melody as zhongli held you in his arms.
the moment felt perfect, almost surreal.
his gaze was intense, dragon eyes yet so tender when he looks at you.
before you could say anything, he leans in, his hand gently cupping your cheek to feel you on his cold skin— within this subtle second, the world seemed to pause as he fully leans in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, purposeful kiss.
it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before— his lips were soft, his tongue deep, and filled with a profound sense of reverence as he captured you.
your mind swirled with a mix of emotions as his kiss was turning measured, each movement precise and purposeful, as if he was savoring every second— almost as if he was scared you'd one day, disappear from his lonely, immortal life.
the experience he held in life and the time he's conquered was evident in the way he guided the kiss, controlled it, drew you in and made you feel cherished beyond words.
as he deepened the kiss, a heated curl crept up your cheeks, your shyness growing with each passing moment.
you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about your own inexperience compared to his practiced, almost ancient touch— yet, zhongli's gentle and patient approach made you feel safe and valued, as if you were the only person in the world.
— cyno
"ugh— today was exhausting," you exhale shakily, bound within exhaustion, yet your voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to break the serene silence as you rested against cyno's shoulder.
and well, he? he simply looked at you, his eyes intense yet gentle, "indeed, it was," he agrees with a small smile playing at his lips, "but it was worth it, having you by my side Iimean."
the butterflies finish filling your stomach, and the spinning in your mind begins— fuck, you adore him so much, and the sincerity in his tone made your heart race, "i'm glad i could be with you," you replied, your smile tight to your teeth like you're holding back a grin, "thank you for taking me,"
before advancing, he takes your hand in his, his thumb gently caressing your skin, "there’s just something about you i cannot discern," he begins to ponder, his gaze never leaving yours, "that makes everything we do together feel special."
you knew what was coming— was this finally it? cyno has never kissed you before and beneath your nervousness, your breath hitched in anticipation.
his hand moved to the back of your neck, his touch firm yet controlled as he pressed you closer.
his lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle— it was messy and raw, filled with a demanding passion that took your breath away— it's as if he was waiting, storing this bubbling energy and deep want inside his heart for the longest time.
it pained him, fuck, he wanted to kiss you a million times already.
cyno kissed you as if he couldn't get enough, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that left you feeling dizzy— truly, you could feel the heat of his desire inside each kiss and lap of tongue, in the way he seemed to pour all of his stored up emotions into every movement.
you moaned softly against his lips, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continued his fervent assault on your plush lips.
cyno's kisses were unrestrained, a chaotic mix of tenderness and hunger that sent shivers down your spine, no, it was beyond that— well into the confines of your flesh, he took over as he nipped at your bottom lip, teasing you before deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive fervor.
— diluc
the tavern was quiet after closing hours, even quieter after the last customer have left minutes ago as the dim lighting created a cozy, intimate atmosphere.
you actually favored this time of the night, especially when you helped your boyfriend diluc clean up the tavern, the clinking of glasses and the soft hums of the wind outside the only sounds that were almost as serene and familiar as his tender exhales.
in all honesty, he never wants you to help him, rather does he love watching you wait for him as he does all the work— yet he cannot lie, it makes his heart ten times faster when you really want to help him, just because you love him so much.
"thank you for staying to help," the master of the dawn winery says, despite a little awkward, yet his voice gentle as he wiped down the bar covered in wine, "you really didn't need to,"
"of course, diluc, no need to thank me," you reply, smiling at him. "i enjoy spending time with you, no matter what we do as long as we're together."
he glances at you in an almost shocked expression, like your little confession was struck inside his heart and carved there for eternity, a soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, "there’s something about these quiet moments that i cherish too,"
you felt a warmth spread through you at his words, they're always so carefully selected, so passionately exuded, and you keep sneaking little glances over to him while he finishes off his task.
as you finished your own, you too noticed how diluc was watching you with a contemplative expression and before you could ask what he was thinking, he stepped closer, his presence magnetic, his smile intoxicating.
he exhaustedly huffs out before nuzzling his head in your neck while wrapping one large arm around your waist.
you giggle, welcoming him and stroking over his silken hair as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
the touch was soft at first, almost hesitant, but as he felt you relax into him, his kisses grew more confident.
diluc’s lips moved with a slow, unhurried precision, each kiss a perfect blend of pressure and tenderness— beyond that, he seemed to know exactly where to place them, as if he had memorized every inch of your neck.
the sensation was eye crossing, a mix of warmth and electricity that left you breathless and at his total mercy.
you close your eyes, your fingers gripping his shirt as he continued— each kiss seemingly lasting an eternity when in reality, not long enough.
his mouth explores with a patience and care that enveloped you, all of his senses filled by your scent, the temperature of your body and your traces on his scalp.
the way he kissed you spoke volumes, a silent declaration of his feelings as the way you welcomed it made him feel safe.
when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, you couldn’t suppress a soft moan— and you're a sweating mess by now , yet diluc abruptly paused, his breath warm against your skin,
"did I hurt you?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.
"no," you whisper and tug him closer to you "it feels… incredible."
— kinich
"kinich," your breath hitches the moment you open the door to your bedroom and find yourself looking at the mysterious man you've barely known for a week, a hand over your heart signalizing your surprise.
"you scared me."
"apologies, my dear," he drawls, smirking, his voice smooth and calm, " i didn’t mean to frighten you, i would never intentionally do such."
"—although, i needed to see you,"
you smile at him, slightly awkwardly but granted, he did break into your home.
up till now, the tension eases as you placed your jacket on the drawer next to your bed, "uh, it's alright, it would be better if you could tell me next time."
kinich's gaze softens, a playful glint in his eyes, "so— you don't like when i surprise you?" he says, stepping closer, "the quiet of the night is a perfect time for surprises, no?"
you roll your eyes, feeling a warmth spread through you at his sudden nearness— he's so close, but what was he thinking? what games was he playing and were you even able to participate?
fuck, there was just something different about kinich tonight, a confidence in his demeanor that made your heart skip a beat.
and as he moved even closer, you could feel the intensity of his presence and his signature musk, his eyes immediately locking onto yours.
"you want me to show you my actual reason for coming here?" he toys with you, pinching your cheek.
shortly after, he closes the gap between you, his hand gently but firmly pressing against your lower back as with a swift, smooth motion, he guides you until you felt back against the soft mattress of your bed.
the suddenness of it took your breath away, catching you off guard and as you looked up at him, his eyes glow wide.
"I couldn't help myself, —couldn't get you out of my head," he whispers, his lips a hairbreadth away from yours, "you draw me in like no one else, you put a spell on me or something?"
without another word, he captured your lips in a kiss that was both confident and playful, a perfect blend of passion and control that marked the obvious in his personality.
his mouth moved against yours with a practiced ease, exploring and conquering with a fervor that left you wish for more, thighs clenching— not to mention the intensity of his kiss which was simply overwhelming, in fact, you found yourself surrendering to it, letting him lead you.
kinich's free hand found its way to your hip, holding you firmly against the bed as he deepened the kiss in no time.
for the first time, you could feel the strength in his grip, the possessiveness in his touch, and it made you both a little scared and excited.
beyond second thoughts, his lips were hungry, his kisses demanding and full of a restrained desire that seemed to build up with every passing second he wasn't able to see you.
you melt against him, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling his abs tightly as his tongue lapped around your own in a masterful dance that left you yearning for more.
"you're irresistible," he admits bluntly before releasing his grip on your hips and sliding his palm lower, "—and every time i see you, i have to fight the urge to do this."
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Gojo Satoru never gets jealous. He has everything a woman would look for in a man. Why would he, out of everyone be jealous of someone he knows doesn’t compare to him?
Satoru and you had been dating for a couple of months now, and he proved how good of a boyfriend he was time and time again. He showered you with affection and gifts, even when you insisted on not wanting him to spend so much money on you. He was absolutely smitten with you and you with him. He felt fulfilled when you were around, and you never wanted to be away from him.
A couple of days back, you got a call from one of your highschool friends, who said he was visiting Tokyo for a few days, and would love a familiar face in the city to guide him. Plus, it gave you time to catch up since you hadn’t talked much after graduation, and wouldn’t mind connecting with an old friend. You told him that your boyfriend knows Tokyo even better than you, and that he’d be happy to accompany you for the day.
When you told Satoru about this, he offered you a smile and told you he’d love to meet your old friend and get to know him. He narrowed his eyes as you showed him a picture of you and your friend hugging each other in one of your old photos, a weird feeling growing in his stomach.
The day of your friend’s arrival finally came, and he texted you to meet him. You told Satoru the address of the cafe, and he drove you both there, hands clutching the steering wheel of his flashy sports car.
Your friend whistled as he spotted Satoru’s car, and seemed surprised to see you and your boyfriend step out of it. He gave you a friendly hug, and shook Satoru’s hand.
You spent the rest of the afternoon reminiscing about your high school days, and catching up. Satoru chimed in every now and then, but mostly stayed quiet and observed your friend’s mannerisms. He hated the way your friend rested his hand just a little to close to your knuckles, and the flirty smiles he gave you right in front of your boyfriend.
As you finished your drinks at the cafe and got out of your seat to leave, Satoru spotted your friend trailing behind and sneaking a look at your ass. Satoru’s eyes shone with anger, and he wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you back and waited for your friend to walk ahead, making sure his arm was secure around your waist. You noticed the tension in the way Satoru held you, and asked if everything was okay.
“Everything’s fine, sweetheart. Keep walking.”
You smiled at him as you chatted away with your friend. You made sure Satoru felt included, offering explanations and stories every time your friend cracked an inside joke.
As the evening came to an end, your friend offered to take you out for drinks, to which you politely declined. You were tired, and wanted nothing more than to go home and cuddle with your sweet boyfriend. Besides, Satoru doesn’t drink.
Your friend, however, didn’t get the message. He kept insisting that ‘you hadn’t seen him in forever’ and ‘going out for drinks would be the perfect farewell’. You felt quite annoyed at his persistence, but decided to control your anger. Satoru had spent most of this time looking for a good restaurant he could get take out from, go home, eat and cuddle with you. His eyes snapped towards your friend once he noticed him practically forcing you to go out for drinks. Your friend then made the stupid decision to grab your waist and pull you closer to beg you to go out for drinks in your ear. You let out a gasp, which was enough for Satoru to pull your friend by the collar and yank him onto the ground like a ragdoll.
“Don’t you fucking touch my girlfriend like that ever again, got it?”
With the amount of force Satoru used to just throw him on the ground, all of your friend’s confidence had withered away. He thought he was sly for subtlety flirting with you in front of your boyfriend, even if you didn’t return his affections. But being humiliated like this, in front of a whole crowd of people, and you, his ego was definitely bruised. Before he could mess things up even more, Satoru gently grabbed your arm and tugged you away to his car.
“I’m sorry Satoru, I never thought he’d do such a thing” you pled, a little shaken from the moment.
“It’s not your fault, baby. He was being an idiot and thought I wouldn’t put him in his place. He’d been eyeing you up all evening.”
Satoru opened the passenger door of his car and put your seatbelt on after you got in. His knuckles were white as he clutched the wheel and drove home as fast as he could.
Once home, he didn’t waste even a second to smash his lips onto yours. You let out a small moan into his mouth, which egged him on further. He locked the door and lifted you up easily into his arms, pinning your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He gently threw you onto your bed and climbed on top of you, kisses trailing from your jaw, to your neck, along your collarbone and above your breasts.
“You’re all mine. I’m gonna make sure everyone knows that by the time i’m done with you.” his promise made you shiver as you push your hips up onto his. He let out a groan as he took one of your nipples into his mouth.
“Toru… more please”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and ripped away your skirt, grinding himself onto your crotch. He groaned as he heard you whine for him, and sucked on your neck as he felt himself grow on your heat.
Once your whines turned into pleas for friction, he slowly slipped his cock out of his boxers, and into your desperate hole. You screamed his name as you felt him push into you, and dragged your nails down his broad back, leaving thin red marks for you to admire in the morning.
Satoru hissed at the burn of your nails, leaving his own large purple bruises all over your neck and chest as he pumped in and out of you. He pushed out, stopping to kiss you sloppily, and slammed himself into you as you whined for more. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and onto your chest as he felt himself get closer to release, and felt how your walls fluttered around him. He flipped you onto your stomach, one large hand on your lower back, pulling you against his cock. He heard you whine, whimper and moan, begging him to let you cum.
“Go on baby, cum for me” He said in his raspy voice, and let out a breath as he felt you come undone on his cock. His hand flew to your clit, overstimulating you as he fought for his own release. He shook his head and chuckled darkly as you cried for him to cum.
“No one’s ever gonna make you feel the way I do baby, I won’t let you forget it” He says as he cums deep into your cervix, painting your walls white as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He rides out his orgasm by rutting into you, and groans when he finally pulls out.
He places a sweet kiss on your forehead as he asks you to wait for him to get a towel for you. You barely register what he says as you pant from your intense orgasm.
Satoru hums as he cleans you up, shushing you and asking you to rest while he runs you a bath and orders some food for the two of you. He runs a finger down your neck and chest, admiring the beautiful blue and purple hickeys that mark you as his.
please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!
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