#🔥🌶spicy time🌶🔥
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I would like some NSFW Leon HCs (female reader if possible), please.
Sorry, this took a little bit! Idk if you saw the other post. I let this sit for a bit because of recent events.
Warnings for: Smut
This includes some NSFW ideas/actions, so if you're a minor or not interested in this, skip the post.
Honestly, Leon seems like a switch(ba dum tss)
Yeah, he loves seeing you underneath him. But he also wouldn't mind you pegging him if you wanted to.
He has a MAJOR praise kink.
If you tell him how good he feels inside of you or how well he's taking the strap and he's done for.
Oral-wise, he's better at giving than receiving.
Unless he's desperate, he'll rarely ask for you to suck him off.
If you ask him if he wants you to suck him off, he's not saying no. But he always insists on eating you out afterward.
Leon constantly is dancing around the topic of sex when Hop is around.
Raihan makes fun of just how little Leon talks about sex directly when Hop is around.
He's tried having you call him "my champion" in bed, but he wasn't feeling it.
Expect lots of kisses from Leon. He's going to kiss you, and he's going to kiss you everywhere before, during, and after sex.
Despite his debilitating praise kink, Leon is pretty vanilla.
#nsft#headcanon#pokémon imagine#pokemon x reader#request#pokemon swsh#smut#champion leon#leon pokemon#🔥🌶spicy time🌶🔥
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♡~OC Asks~♡
{Please specify which OC the question is targeted to, for people who may have more than one. Thank you and have fun💕}
{Safe questions}
🦋What is their favorite season?
☕️What is their favorite coffee/tea?
🍓What is their favorite fruit?
🍿Favorite show/movie?
🧁What's their dream date place?
🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc}
🐾Do they have a pet? What are they, and what's their name?
🌿Do they like camping or road trips?
🍋Do you have a song that you associate with them?
🥞What breakfast dish instantly reminds them of home or being a kid?
🍕What's their guilty pleasure food?
🥝Do they have a food allergy or food they hate?
🍉What is their favorite summer food?
🎄Favorite holiday?
🎃What would their Halloween outfit be?
🎁What is something they keep like: a souvenir, a keepsake, or a family heirloom; that means a lot to them? Why is it so important to them?
🧸Do they have a stuffed animal or item they've kept from when they were a kid?
🍷What is their drink of choice? Both alcoholic and non-alcoholic?
🔪Say they were put in a classic 80s slasher/horror setting, who would they be? {Example: The killer. The dude who dies first. Etc.}
🍄Say it's their love interests' birthday, how would they celebrate it?
🎟Say they go to a fair/carnival, what fair treat would they get to eat, and what attraction would they like the most?
🌊What is a phobia of theirs?
🐁Do they find a creature cute, that normal people don't? Such as spiders, rats, snakes, sharks, etc?
🦴Have they ever broken a bone or had any sort of major injuries before? If so, what was their ailment?
🍰What is their favorite dessert?
♥️Favorite color?
🎈If they could travel anywhere, where would they go?
🌻Favorite flower?
🦝What do they smell like?
🍞What smell reminds them of home or better days?
🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc.
🥰Tell me about a time they'd get romantic with someone {keep it pg-13 please}
💫What do they wish on shooting stars? What is their one wish they want to come true?
🪴Free Space for your own question~♡
🔮Random Question chosen by the poster~♡
{Spicy Questions}
🌶Where have they almost been caught having sex? And what were they almost caught doing?
🩵Do they bite or leave hickies on their partner? And do they leave them where people can see it? Or do they hide them and press on the marks when they're in public?
🍇What is their sexuality? And what is their "type"?
🍼Do they have kids? Or are they willing to have any?
🍾What's the the kinkiest thing they've done while drunk at a party?
🍪What is their dirty name for their partner?
🥀Do they have a favorite position?
🧨If they could screw anyone without any consequences, who would they choose?
🎉Say it's their love interests' birthday, how would they celebrate it~?
🌽Have they ever done a dirty video before? Either alone, or with others? If so, has anyone ever "found" it?
🥑What are some of their random kinks/fetishes?
🥥How vocal are they, during sex?
🍐Say they wanted to look sexy for their partner, what sort of outfit would they wear?
🍑How did they react to having their "first time?" And was their partner understanding if they were nervous?
🥧Have they ever had a one-night stand when they were drunk?
🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}
🐺Tell me about their first time trying bondage~♡
🔥Do they get turned on by strange things, such as fire, chaos, blood, etc?
🧀Are people with piercings and tattoos a +1 on them being attracted to them?
🐧Do they have a safe word? What is it?
💉Have they done drugs before? Which ones? And are they addicted to anything?
🌹Tell me about a time they'd get romantic with someone {you can add the kink here}
💋Do they kiss first? And do they bite their lips if they're mischievous or aroused? And do they bite their partner's lips when they try and pull away?
🍀Free Space for your own question~♡
🎲Random Question chosen by the poster~♡
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Yes, Professor
Professor Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 👀🔥
NSFW 🌶 🔞 Part One of MC's University level education experience with a rather familiar Professor. A little spicy to get us started.
As MC walked towards the lecture halls, her eyes swept up over the huge main atrium of the Ministry, dodging the bustling crowds of employees dashing off to their various offices. It was her first time here, and she gaped at the grand scale of everything.
In her hand she clutched the piece of parchment that gave her instructions on what was expected of her on her first day, and after taking a ride in a rather bizarre lift, she found herself in the education department. A kindly looking witch sat at the reception desk, and MC approached nervously. It had been a while since she had sat in a classroom, 3 years to be exact, and she had a twinge of anxiety.
"Good morning, I have a class with a Professor..." MC scanned her parchment instructions to remind herself. "...McNeath, for Magical Ancient Studies."
The older witch smiled up at her. "Ah yes, you're right on time," she said, warmly. She gave MC an apologetic look. "However, Professor McNeath has had to step down from taking the class, for personal reasons, I'm afraid. But not to worry, we have a replacement, and he is highly recommended for the role. You will now be taught by Professor Sallow, and you will be in lecture room three which is just down this hall to the left."
MC stilled, her mouth slightly parted, her fingers clutching a little tighter to her parchment letter. "I'm sorry, forgive me," she said, licking her dry lips. "You did just say, Professor Sallow, didn't you?"
"Yes, that's right," she replied. Her eyes scanned MC quickly and a worried crease appeared on her brow. "Is that a problem?"
Was it? MC felt a flutter of panic as she thought back to when she had last seen Sebastian Sallow, not long after graduation if she remembered correctly - in a bar, and they had got drunk...
They had been quite close at school, and they certainly had some dark history between them, secrets they swore they would take to their graves. But, she hadn't seen him for years. It was quite sad really how they had lost touch. She certainly hadn't known he was a professor now.
But, wasn't she getting ahead of herself here? Surely Sebastian wasn't the only living Sallow in the world, so it might not even be him. It might be some stuffy old man in a moth eaten suit for all she knew.
MC glanced down the hall in the direction the receptionist had indicated she needed to go and took a shaky breath. She managed a small smile and turned her gaze back to the witch's worried face. "No problem at all," MC said. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Oh, good. I can assure you, Professor Sallow is quite the gentleman," she said, relieved. She tapped an open book on the table. "Sign in here and then make your way to class. I hope you enjoy it."
MC felt her anxiety switch up a notch as she approached a pair of black double doors with a brass number three fixed on a plaque beside it. She hesitated and smoothed her palms over her hips, looking down at her smart skirt and blouse. She patted at her hair that was twisted up at the back of her head, a few loose strands softening her face.
She felt ridiculous worrying about her appearance. Why should she care? It wasn't going to be him.
But, what if it was?
There was only one way to find out. She pushed at the heavy, wooden door and slipped into the lecture room.
Immediately, she was impressed with the size of the room, the tall arched ceilings and grand mullioned windows made her think of Hogwarts. Her heels clicked on the stone flooring as she made her way past the rows of tables, students already seated with parchment and quill to hand. One wall was covered with huge, fully stocked bookcases, and nearer the front was a selection of chalk boards on wheels. Front and centre before the far wall was a large wooden desk, and behind it stood her new professor.
MC paused in her step. That was no old man in a moth eaten suit. Oh fuck! MC made a small strangled sound in her throat as her gaze swept over the tall figure of Sebastian Sallow.
He had matured into a fine looking man indeed. His hair was still a little unkempt, brunette locks tumbling above his forehead, but his shoulders had broadened rather fetchingly, and he had a pair of spectacles on as he read from a book on the desk in front of him. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, his shirt a deep blue colour matched with a black vest and tie. He leant a hand against the desk, bending to pore over the book and she had a flash of memory, hours spent in the Hogwarts library with him, often by candlelight.
A memory of soft lips on her neck, warm hands on her hips...
MC cleared her throat and spotted an empty seat a few rows back and hurried towards it. She sat down and busied her hands with getting her notebook and quill ready, her fingers fumbling as she tried to open her ink.
She hadn't gone to his bed that night. It had stopped after some rather passionate kisses against her lodgings door. He had walked her home, ever the gentleman, and she had given in to her secret, desperate urges for him. Luckily, it had stopped before it got out of hand.
Luckily, or regrettably? It was an ongoing debate.
Peering across the room at Sebastian and remembering that rather fluster enducing moment had warmth creeping into her cheeks. Would he remember it? She twirled her quill in her fingers and glanced around at the other students, searching for a distraction.
There were a varied bunch of students of all ages, and MC felt a little more relaxed about that side of things. She had feared she might look out of place, but perhaps not. Her urge to return to her studies had been a strong one after two years travelling. There had been much to discover and it opened up new questions regarding ancient magical practises. She had always felt one step behind her fellow students at school having started so late, and she still felt like she had a lot to learn. Coming here to study ancient history in magic had seemed like a good place to begin, plus, she did have a head start on the subject.
Her eyes were drawn to the front of the class as Professor Sallow called for their attention, his voice a familiar sound that sent a shiver of memory through her.
Oh, for goodness sake, she was not an awkward 16 year old any longer, she was a woman grown. And, he was not a roguish teenage boy anymore with a terrible habit of making her blush, he was her professor.
She took a deep, steadying breath, and tried to focus. She was here to learn after all.
....*....
When Sebastian had scanned through the student roll before taking his first class, he had paused when his eyes fell upon one name in particular. Why was the Hero of Hogwarts taking a class here? Anticipation had thrummed through him.
He was not new to teaching, he had taught classes before, but this last minute step-in had been a great opportunity for him to work at a more advanced level. His ultimate goal was a permanent position, and this would be good experience. So, while he hadn't been particularly nervous, he had felt the tremor of apprehension as he entered his classroom for today. And it was because of her.
He hadn't seen her since she had kissed him goodnight at her door. He could still remember the feel of her in his arms, how much he had wanted more, but he had been a gentleman. He had held back. And then, the next day, she had disappeared without a word.
Now, as he stood before a class of eager students, she was sitting there at her desk, eyes on him, looking as beautiful as she always had. Pushing down the memories of how his sixteen year old self had been under the influence of a ferocious crush, he took a deep breath and got his brain in professor mode.
"Good morning, and thank you for coming to Ancient Studies class today. I am Professor Sallow, and for today's lesson we will be outlining what these classes will cover, and familiarising ourselves with the subject matter. However, let's start things off by introducing ourselves."
A collection of sighs and shuffling seats sounded throughout the room and his lips twitched up into a smirk. It was the standard reaction he had come to find. He strolled around his desk and flipped open the student register. "Let's start with Mr Abbot, shall we? Tell us, what brings you to this class today."
Following through the list, they began to introduce themselves, and it was rather a mixed bunch of people, but they all seemed keen which was a good start. When it came to MC's name on the list, he had to pause for a second to steady himself before he spoke her name aloud. When he did, there were a few muttered whispers around the room. It wasn't surprising really, her name and photo had been all over the Daily Prophet more than once.
His eyes lifted to meet hers, no need to scan the room to see who it would be to stand next. She met his gaze and for a blistering second, it could have been just them two in the room, her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink and he had to force his mouth to stay neutral. Oh, how he loved to make her blush.
"Hello, my name is MC, and some of you may recognise me from the newspaper. I have the ability to wield Ancient Magic, and I have spent the last two years travelling the world and searching out magic hotspots. I was intrigued by other magical cultures and their history, and that is what brings me to this class today."
Hearing her voice made his heart pound a little. To say he hadn't missed her would be a lie. The friendship they had forged as kids had been one he had wanted to hang to, but sadly life had got in the way. He was already intrigued to hear about her travels, his thirst for knowledge and information a constant pull, but he had to be professional. Being her professor came with a set of rules regardless of their age now. It was the department's policy.
He smiled with genuine warmth however. "Thank you, Miss MC. Welcome to my class."
....*....
Her parchment pages were filling up with notes, and she listened attentively to Professor Sallow's lesson. He was good, she realised, assured, and passionate about his subject. Glancing around at the other students, she could see she wasn't the only one caught up in his enthusiasm. She was already looking forward to getting stuck in to his suggested reading list as well.
As the class came to an end, she began to put away her things. The girl who had sat beside her smiled. "This was much better than I thought it was going to be," she said. "I'm Bella, by the way, and I must say, it was rather an honour to sit next to the Hero of Hogwarts. I graduated last summer, I was there when you saved our school."
"Oh, really?" MC smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Bella. And honestly, the whole hero thing is a little over rated. I did have some help."
"I'm sure you're just being modest," Bella said. She glanced towards the front of the class and frowned curiously. "I'm fairly sure our professor went to Hogwarts too, he looks a little familiar."
"Oh, well, yes he did," MC said. "He was in my year group in fact, although not in my House."
Her eyes brightened. "Merlin, of course! You were duelling partners in Crossed Wands! Oh, how exciting! Are you two friends?"
"Erm, no, not really. In fact, I hadn't seen Professor Sallow since school before today," she said. Her eyes skipped away from Bella's at the lie as they stood and moved towards the centre walkway.
"He is awfully handsome," she whispered. "I wish all professors looked as he does, it certainly makes for a lovely view."
"Perhaps," MC said. Her lips thinned a little. "I'm not sure it's very appropriate, though."
"Oh, of course," Bella said, quickly. A blush stained her cheeks. "Still, no harm in admiring from afar, is there? I will see you next lesson, nice to chat with you."
Bella's cheeks remained flushed as she hurried from the class, MC watching her go. The girl's words had irritated her somewhat, and she couldn't help the frown that creased her brow.
"Oh dear, my lesson wasn't that bad, was it? You look positively vexed."
Her gaze swung to meet with warm brown eyes, and an irresistible smirk. Her face relaxed. "Hello Sebas...erm, I mean, Professor," she said. Her cheeks flamed at the stumble.
His smile widened. "It's going to take some getting used to, am I right?"
"Maybe a little," she agreed. Maybe a lot. She glanced around as the students were filing out, the room almost empty now. "I think being a professor suits you. I enjoyed your class."
Seemingly pleased at her praise he held out his hand toward his desk. "Do you have a moment? I would like to show you something."
"Of course," she said.
She followed her Professor towards his large desk, her gaze wandering over his back and down towards his hips as he walked. She clutched her notebook tightly in her hands. Hadn't she just snipped at Bella for being this inappropriate? Fool.
Averting her gaze she stood before the desk as he circled around it. "I came across a book not so long ago that made me think of you," he said. He shuffled some old tomes in a pile and pulled one out. "Ah, this is the one." He held the book out to her. "This isn't on the reading list, however, I think you might find it interesting."
MC looked down at the old leather bound book. 'Ancient Magic, Truth or Myth'. She lifted her eyes to his, surprised. "Where did you get this?"
He gave her his trademark smirk. "I have my ways. You know me."
"I do, or rather I did," she said, taking the book. "It's been a while, but it's nice to hear that some things haven't changed. I shall look forward to reading it."
"Let me know what you think. I'm interested in your views on it, almost as much as I'm intrigued about your travels. You shall have to catch me up when you have the time," he said. His face took on a serious look. "In a strictly professional sense, of course."
MC stared at him across the desk and swallowed, nodding. Was that disappointment sliding through her stomach? Of course it would be in a professional sense. An exchange of views between a professor and his student. It was best to start as things were meant to go on, wasn't it?
"Of course, Sir," she said, politely. "I would be happy to."
While his face remained quietly serious, his eyes flashed with something a little more fiery when she called him sir. He nodded, his gaze flicking away for a moment, and he shuffled some parchment on his desk. "Great, well I won't keep you any longer," he said. "See you next class, Miss MC."
"Goodbye, Professor Sallow," she nodded.
It took everything in her not to look back over her shoulder as she left his lecture room.
....*....
"Ancient Egypt," Professor Sallow said. He wrote the words on his blackboard, before turning back to his class. "A fascinating culture that is filling up the Muggle newspapers at an alarming rate, archaeologists making brand new discoveries everyday while they try to understand what it all means. Has anyone here been taking an interest?"
MC glanced around the room and saw a few nods. She had definitely taken an interest and consumed every news article and pamphlet she could get her hands on. She sat, quill poised, attentive. Beside her, sat Bella, her blouse open at the throat and her eyes fixed dreamily on the professor. MC resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"There are many secrets to uncover in Egypt, and in the magical sense, a whole lot more," Professor Sallow continued. "I'd like you to open your texts to page 227 and take a look at the star charts printed there, for Egyptians were top class Astronomers and the building of their structures is no happy accident."
Once again, MC was completely engrossed in her lesson, her quill scratching out her notes as fast as her hand would allow. She even raised her hand to offer some words of her own, the professor's eyes warming when he invited her to speak.
"There has been much speculation around hidden, secret chambers beneath the Sphinx," she said. "There has been talk of enchantments concealing such secrets below the ground."
As their eyes met, his smile was one of knowing, a teasing glint in his eye as he nodded. "Indeed there is," he said. "What I wouldn't give to go snooping around in such places? Imagine the secrets you could uncover."
MC blushed, memories of sneaking about the castle at night, exploring hidden caves in the Highlands drifting through her mind. She tried to imagine doing similar things with him in the mysterious desert plains of Egypt and it made her heart flutter quickly. In the look they exchanged in those brief seconds, the memories tumbled madly, experiences shared.
As he moved on with his lecture, Bella leant in towards MC. "I thought you said you two weren't close?" She whispered.
"We're not," MC said, quickly. She wouldn't look at Bella, keeping her gaze fixed on her notes.
She heard the girl's huff of disbelief. "That was one hell of a look he gave you. I wish he looked at me like that."
"You're imagining things," she said, sighing.
MC looked at her professor, warmth gathering deep in her belly at the mere suggestion of being close with him. Her gaze lingered on those long fingered hands, the curve of his lips, and the tempting curve of his bottom as he turned to write on the blackboard.
She closed her eyes and tried to refocus. She wanted to learn, she was here for knowledge, but Professor Sallow was becoming a rather dangerous distraction.
....*....
By the fourth lesson, MC realised that she was slipping deeper and deeper into the realms of a crush. She refused to put any other name to it. It was a crush on an old school friend, nothing more.
But, my goodness, was it distracting!
When he walked past her desk, his scent lingered behind him, teasing her senses with that and the way he moved, his hands gesturing as he spoke with passion about his subject.
Her eyes followed him, as did the girl's next to her, and MC hated the bitter sting of jealousy that was coiling in her gut. Bella was clearly equally enamoured with their professor, and she found every excuse to remain after class, or get his attention.
After a lesson on magical Ancient Greek symbols, Bella was up out of her seat, adjusting her blouse just so, before sauntering off towards the professor's desk. MC gathered her things with a sour grimace at the welcoming smile Sebastian offered Bella on her approach. Ever the charming gentleman so he was.
With an assignment to write, MC made her way to the Ministry's library. It was fast becoming one of her favourite places to be. She had adored the Hogwarts library, but this one was a whole other level of perfect. The grand scale of it took her breath away, it was almost on a par with those beautiful religious buildings Muggles built centuries ago, with ornate stone columns and bookcases stretching forever in each direction, combined with intimate study spaces and comfortable seating.
She found her favourite spot and got out her things, burying her head into her books and losing herself for a couple of hours.
At the tread of soft footsteps she looked up, her cheeks immediately warming as Professor Sallow appeared beside her. He leant curiously over to see what she was working on and smiled. "Working hard I see," he said. His voice was low and soft in the quiet of the library, intimate, and it almost made her shiver.
"Well, I do have a Professor to impress," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm afraid I've gone over the word count you suggested. I'm trying to edit it down, but I'm not having much luck."
"May I?" He asked. He indicated her parchment. She nodded and slid it across to him. He reached to pick it up, his fingertips grazing her hand. MC drew a swift breath in at the touch, her eyes flicking up to his a little alarmed, as she quickly put her hand into her lap. Oh my...
There was the barest flicker of reaction on his freckled face at the touch, before he slipped on his spectacles to read her work. Her heart pounded, cheeks too warm for the cool air of the library, and she tried not to stare at him. Since when did a pair of looking glasses look so bloody sexy?
He lifted an eyebrow, impressed. "You have certainly done your research," he said. His lips quirked. "It's nice to see some things haven't changed."
A call back to her words to him after the first class. She couldn't help but smile. "All or nothing," she said.
"I see you made mention of the great fire of Alexandria," he said. He looked at her. "It's painful when you think about all those lost scrolls, isn't it?"
She nodded. "Oh, absolutely, such a tragic loss. I would have lost myself for hours in such a place."
He gazed at her thoughtfully, something deep and intriguing in his gaze. Her pulse quickened under his stare, and then he was leaning in a little closer. "Would you like to know a secret?" He whispered. As entrancing as his eyes were, her gaze nevertheless risked a peek at his whispering lips. "I'm sure I can trust you with it. It's a Ministry secret after all."
"You can trust me," she whispered. "After all, I've got secrets I've kept from the Ministry."
His gaze held hers, more memories swirling between them. He nodded and continued. "The fire at Alexandria was deliberate, and certain important scrolls and texts were removed by wizards for safe keeping."
Her eyes widened. "Where are they?"
His smirk did delicious things to her insides. "Right here, under your very feet, in the Restricted Section of this library," he whispered. She shivered. Of course there was a Restricted Section. He slid his hand into his pocket. "And the best part is, I have a key."
He pulled out a key chain and held up an ornate iron key. She stared at it, her lips curving into a smile.
"Would you like to go and take a look? I can sneak you in," he offered.
She met his gaze. "Do you really have to ask?"
....*....
They were like teenagers again, casting glances over their shoulders as he led her down a narrow curving staircase. Anticipation thrummed with her pulse and her fingers trembled as they walked quickly, but quietly along a dark corridor. How was it that she was once again, sneaking into dark, forbidden places with Sebastian Sallow? She honestly couldn't seem to help herself.
As they approached an ornate iron gate, the design similar to his key, he paused, a gentle hand on her lower back as he listened for any sound of other people.
"There's not any Peeves type poltergeist menaces down here, are there?" She asked, quietly.
He chuckled. "No, there's that at least," he said. He slipped the key into the lock. "But, we must be quiet all the same. While not forbidden, a student down here after hours is not common practise. I may be accused of favoritism."
"Hmm, very unprofessional, sir," she said, playfully. "It's a good job I'm rather good at keeping your secrets."
To her surprise his cheeks turned a little pink. He cleared his throat and pushed open the gate, it swung open silently and they entered. He closed and locked it behind them, slipping the key back into his pocket.
She was utterly at his mercy, and she realised she was alright with that. He had always meant safety to her, something she had always been grateful for.
He led her through various aisles of bookcases and shelves stacked with various curiosities. Her eyes were everywhere and they exchanged smiles of understanding.
"This must be like your own personal heaven down here," she said.
He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "It certainly keeps me out of trouble."
She quirked an eyebrow. "Why do I find that hard to believe?"
"Come on, this way," he said. Whether out of habit, or not, he took hold of her hand as they walked. His palm was warm, comforting, familiar, and she didn't pull away.
The deeper they went the heavier the silence of the place surrounded them, it was like they were in their own little world. When he showed her the ancient scrolls, she almost cried at the significance of them, her fingers trembling to be able to touch such rare and important items.
"Merlin," she gasped. "I cannot believe it. Scrolls, from the Great Library of Alexandria! I must be dreaming!"
"You and me both," he said, softly.
She looked up at him, the air evaporating from her lungs at the way he was looking at her. Soft, but so very flammable. He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and then her lungs seemed to be working double time, desperate to draw in enough oxygen to keep up with her thudding heart.
Her lips parted without thought as his mouth lowered to hers. The softness of his kiss making her eyes flutter closed. He tasted of whiskey and peppermint, he smelled like home, and she melted into his touch as his hands grazed her waist.
As he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking at her lips, she welcomed him, moaning softly. His grip tightened at her waist and her hands were in his hair, grazing at the tender flesh of his neck.
Their feet were moving and she felt the press of a bookcase up against her back, his mouth found her neck, hot and teasing. Her breaths sounded loud to her own ears but she was powerless to stop herself from sliding down this slippery slope.
"Sebastian," she whispered. It was a plea, an expression of her desire for him.
His face lifted to hers, his forehead resting against her own. "Call me Sir," he groaned.
Heat pierced through her core and her thighs clenched tightly. She stared into those deep brown eyes, drowning in them. "Yes, sir," she breathed.
He devoured her, pressing his hips into her eagerly, crushing her against the ancient books. His tongue fought for dominance and she let him win, his kiss deep, hungry and possessive.
His hands slid lower, gripping her hips, fingers sliding to tease her backside. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rolling eagerly towards him. Gods, she wanted him, all restraint withering under his touch. As she rocked against him, she felt the hard nudge of his arousal through their clothing, and both of them gasped.
He stilled, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Gods...MC..." His voice was tight, strained. "Forgive me," he whispered.
Reluctantly, he moved back away from her, breathing hard. Her fingers dragged over his shoulders, aching as he slipped from her grip. He turned to adjust his trousers, getting control of himself.
"It's alright," she panted.
"I shouldn't be taking advantage of you like that," he said. He turned to meet her gaze. "It could get us both into trouble. I'm sorry."
She bit her lower lip. Disappointment flooded through her, but she understood, no matter how hard it was. Her body ached for him, need so hot and desperate she was practically throbbing with it. She couldn't help herself, her lips lifted into a teasing smirk.
"Look at you sticking to the rules," she said. "I'm impressed...Sir."
His expression was pained. "Don't..."
She straightened, smoothing her hands over her clothing and patting her hair. "Sorry, Sir," she said. She gave him a sweet smile. "I promise to be a good girl from now on."
His eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't do that," he warned. "Don't tease me."
"Whatever do you mean?" She stared at him, her eyes wide and almost innocent. "Now, I thought you brought me down here to see forbidden ancient scrolls, Sir. Shall we continue?"
His jaw clenched and his throat worked, but he nodded. He gestured towards where the scrolls were. "Of course," he said.
As they finished up and snuck back out of the Restricted Section, MC couldn't help the flutter of anticipation for their next class. She would be sure to smile sweetly and call him Sir, knowing what secrets lurked in the dark between them.
To be continued... Part Two
#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow#mc x sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanfiction#blueraineshadows#sebastian sallow smut#professor sallow
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Individual Stories I've Read💙
Whether part of a more developed master list or a simple stand-alone tale ... 💕🤗
Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire (Hyunjin)
Lactation & Nursing Kink (Chan)
Stain (Lee Know)
Sharing is Caring (Minsung & Y/N reader)
Before the After Party (Hyunjin & Y/N reader)
Come My Way (Han)
Breeding Kink (Han)
Birthday Surprise (Chan & Y/N reader)
Free Use (3racha & Y/N reader)
Sleepy Sex {somnophilia} (Lee Know)
Breeding (Lee Know)
Period Sex (Lee Know)
Pee Kink (Han)
Unexpected Alpha (Chan)
Play, Part 1 (Hyunjin & Han)
Play, Part 2 (Hyunjin & Han)
Sweet Venom (Hyunjin)
Releasing Pent Up Emotions (Lee Know)
Milking Farm (Chan, Han, Lee Know & female Y/N reader)
Bath Time (Changbin)
Breeding Kink (Chan)
Fake Boyfriend on Family Vacation (Chan)
Fuckery with Custom Dildo (Han)
Female Cat Hybrid in Heat (Lee Know)
Sleepy Sex (Han)
Wedding Night (Chan)
Pussy Drunk (Lee Know)
Behaviors during Sex (all 8 members of SKZ)
Fatherhood (Han)
Fatherhood (Chan)
I Want To Try Something (Lee Know)
First Time (Chan)
Tell Me All About It (Chan)
I Dare You (sex chocolates with Hyunjin)
Living in Ruins (camping trip with Lee Know)
To Cum or Not to Cum (Hyunjin as a gynecologist)
For Your Eyes Only (y/n reader is newly pregnant with Hyunjin, her husband)
The Cat's Revenge (sex denial with Lee Know)
Wait Your Turn (ot8, SKZ poly) 💦💦🔥🔥🥵🥵
Omega Pregnancy (ot8, SKZ poly) — this short fic is suitable for all ages & is very wholesome (in every sense of the word), there's no smut or sex, just the briefest mentions of pregnancy & a 100% consensual relationship between 9 individuals all living in the same house ... 🥰💕
Sweet First Time (college-type environment, Jisung & y/n GF have their first 🍆🐱 moment)
Kitten (loving on New Years Eve, Lee Know)
Rainy Days (y/n caught in the rain, Chan & Felix)
Cozy Pink Socks (Jisungie wears socks during baby-ing session) 💦😏🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶
Enjoying a Present in Public (y/n & Jisungie)
Overheard Dom-like Behavior (y/n & Felix)
Spicy Music Playlist in the Car (y/n & Changbin)
Reuniting after Time Apart (y/n & Chan)
Sweet & Slow (y/n & Binnie) … very tender Dwaekki 🥹🥹🥹
Just the Tip (y/n & Jisungie) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😮💨😏
A Happy Moment at the End (y/n & Minho)
Sleep Well (y/n & Chan) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😏
Daddy Will Take Care of You (y/n & Chan)
Just One More, Puppy (y/n & Chan) 🚀💦🌶️x5
Hot Roommate (y/n & Hyunjin)
All Mine (y/n & I.N)
Hickey (y/n & Minsung) 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️💦🥵
Best Friend’s Brother (y/n & Chan)
Best Friends (y/n & Han) … friends to lovers
My Dear (y/n & Han) … friends to lovers in the best way possible, trust me on this one 🥹🥹🥹
Punishment from Doms & Subs Alike (poly ot8 relationship with the y/n character ***all parties are consenting adults***, 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦😈😈😈)
I Need To Finish My Work (y/n & Han ... 💦💦💦💦💦🔥🔥🔥🔥😈😈😈😈)
Stop Lift Button (y/n & Minho are in an elevator 😏💦🥵😈)
Pretty Little Princesses (y/n, Han & Felix play dress up ... you'll see) 😏💦🥵😈 -- spice level on this one, oh definitely five [5] chili peppers' worth ... 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️😈😈😈😈
Back in 10 (y/n & CEO-type Han)
Show Mommy (y/n & Minho)
#fanfic smut#masterlist#kpop masterlist#18+ mdni#minors do not interact#no minors please#stray kids smut#stray kids fan fic#stray kids fanfic
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hi, i love your writing, can't wait to read more of it! may i request a spicy prompt with Din (🌶 55)? i feel like it would suit an enemies to lover/sex pollen story, but it's up to you, do what you want, go crazy ;) thank you so much!
Ask and ye shall receive my dear anon.
Cruelty
Din Djarin x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.8K+ (of filth!!!!)
Summary: The Mandalorian was a fearsome bounty hunter. You knew this better than anyone. What you didn’t know how cruel the man could be… especially on a night you drank something you weren’t suppose to and fall to your knees before him.
A/N: Thank you for the submission! The prompt you selected is bolded in the fic. Seriously y’all I need to go to confession after this… Also, wrote this like a mad-woman. Brace yourselves.
Warnings: Smut🔥, 18+ Only, language, alcohol, thigh riding, masturbation, bit of degradation, dirty talk (purr), Din Djarin (need I say more?)
Masterlist & How to Send a Prompt | Read on AO3
Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated, loves!
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You fucked up.
Truly and royally fucked up.
He told you not to drink the offering during this harvest celebration.
Mando ordered many things: take care of the kid, stay in line, fix his wounds, keep to the ship, and so on. You were his bounty at one point, on the run from Crimson Dawn after stealing expensive medical supplies. On the day of your capture, his little, green child defended you, and that was the end his pursuit.
You eventually grew to love the kid while loathing his that metal bastard of a father. He tolerated you on his ship ever since then, allowing you a much needed hideaway from the gang members hunting you.
Tonight was the first time in a long time you were permitted to get off the ship to source medical supplies. The village on this Outer Rim planet was kind enough to let you both stay for a meal. Their people were celebrating a harvest, and their culture demanded all who entered their lands to partake in the celebration.
Mando looked ominous in the firelight at the start of the celebration, the flames dancing on his beskar. The kid was tucked away on the Crest, locked and shielded from the sounds of this jubilation. As the night continued, you were offered the most glorious food ever. People were laughing, the songs grew louder, and people began dancing. You didn’t even feel the cup entering your hand until you heard a local whispering in your ear to drink. With no beskar in your line of sight, you tossed its contents back in one swig.
The drink was the best thing you had ever tasted in your entire life.
The lights grew brighter, the sound was louder, and your blood began to sing. Everything was perfect. You felt perfect. This was possibly the best night of your entire life. Somewhere along the way, as you spun, looking up at the sky, a hand encircled your waist, drawing you into a dance. Maker, did it feel good. They were warm, and their hands encircled your waist, pulling you into their front. When their breath hit your neck, you couldn’t help but lean into their touch even more-
Cold air hit your body, and the sensation of warmth was gone.
A familiar, frigid warrior stood before you with your dance partner on the ground.
And he was seething.
“We’re leaving,” Mando growled, dragging you away from the merriment of the fire.
The grip on your elbow sent a jolt down your spine as he pulled you through the tree line. Mando had touched you before. Most notably, when capturing you that first time, pinning you to the ground with a blaster to your head. How could you forget? A few weeks ago, he nearly strangled your shoulder when you cauterized the blaster to burn his forearm.
Instead of the pain that usually laced his touch, all you felt was a pleasure.
Kriff.
“What the fuck were you doing?” He hissed, coming to a stop once you were out of sight from the village. He towered over you, his helmet tipping down. You could feel his anger burning through your eyes like a brand.
“Answer me,” he commanded, tugging you to his chest by your arm.
Wrong move. You couldn’t contain the gasp escaping your lips. The metal was unbearably cold against the warmth of the fire still lingering on your skin.
He halted as you breathed hotly against his armor. You were flushed, sweat coating your skin. But, Maker, the coolness of his armor boiled you much more than that person by the fire.
“You drank it,” he snarled. “Didn’t you?”
You couldn’t speak without fear of moaning, shaking against him instead. You were hot all over, the effects of the drink truly now settling in. Then, like a blaster shot, your vision morphed, and your mind screamed one objective and only that.
You wanted him.
By the Maker, you wanted him.
You gasped for air as he cocked his head to the side. Maker, you needed to touch him. With a shaky hand, you pressed it to his helmet. It felt like ice under your skin. He pushed you away as if you had burned him. You fell to your knees. The cold ground felt nothing like his body against yours. You whimpered, head lolling down.
“P-please,” you begged. The heat began to burn now like you were on fire. You felt yourself crawl. Sith’s hell, you were crawling to him like a cat in heat. You didn’t care, trying your best not to whine as you felt your legs squeeze against your aching sex.
You finally were at his feet, and as you brushed both hands against his thighs, you could have sworn he leaned into the touch.
You were dying as he looked down at you. At this moment, all sanity left your head.
“Please… what?” he asked.
You shook violently, the tears in your eyes spilling over. You wanted him against you, in you, on you… you didn’t care so long as he was here with you, taking you with him.
“Mando,” you pleaded. It felt like a prayer on your lips, and he was the answer to it.
Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground by him, backing you against a tree. Mando crowded you, suffocating away the moonlight pushing through the trees. The bark at your back didn’t bite as his hands lifting you up from the waist, shoving a cool, metal thigh between your legs. He lifted you like you were nothing and held your weight without even an extra gasp of air. The metal against your hot core shot through up your spine. The pleasure was unbearable as your hand shook against the tree. You gazed at him through wide eyes as you tried to catch your breath.
You tugged him forward, needing his body against you, but he remained fixed as a statue. You needed him to continue, to answer your prayer that you begged on that forest ground. Instead, Mando just held you there, watching you come more and more undone without even moving a muscle.
He cocked his head to the side. “Go on then.”
The sweat poured down your temple into the hollowness of your neck. You couldn’t think past the coldness seeping through your sex, needing more. He looked down to where his leg jutted between your thighs, one hand holding your hip and the other braced against the tree.
“It’s my thigh or nothing,” he murmured darkly, the helmet returning its gaze to you. “I’m not helping you get off.”
You loathed him.
You despised him.
The Mandalorian was the cruelest being you had ever known in your entire life. Worst than every person who wanted you dead. He held you there, offering you every chance of release you begged for, yet dangling your humiliation for it. The ache crushing your bones demanded release, and you were past caring whatever twisted game he was playing.
He expected you to rut against him fast and hard. Fuck that. You may be out of your mind in need of him, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction he craved at your undoing.
Instead, with the most control you felt all night, you slowly slid your hands up the front of his armor to grip the fabric of his armor-weave by his neck. He stood so still as you gripped the material, heat radiating through it. Then, ever so gently, you rocked your pelvis into the curve where his hip met your thigh. You gasped at the cool and hard sensation. The feeling radiated from your clit up your spine. Pleasure beyond words cascaded through your body.
More.
You needed more.
You rocked again, moaning openly this time.
The grip on your hip tightened.
You continued to rock into him at a slow and steady pace, the hardness of his armor coaxing the sweetest pleasure throughout your body. You were soaked, feeling your slickness run down to the metal. He remained fixed in his place, the grip of your hip never faltering. You knew the pressure would leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t care. The pain mixed with pleasure was like a drug.
You gripped your hands harder around his shoulders, shaking as you arched your back while you continued to ride him. This new angle as your hips move back and forth over him was delicious. You felt the metal bushing against the opening of your core.
“Mando,” you breathed, brows pinching together. You were so close now, rocking into him like an animal as you chased the pleasure he coaxed from your core. You shut your eyes, imaging him beneath you with his cock inside your sex. Mando shuddered for the first time all night but didn’t say a word as you ran towards that cliff he was pushing you towards.
That hand on the tree now grasped your jaw open, forcing you to open your eyes. You moaned so loud that you were sure the village could hear you. The helmet was trained on you as you watched yourself come more undone in its reflection. You were a wreck. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, and mouth parted so wide. You didn’t care so long as he kept his thigh between your legs.
“You like fucking my thigh, sweet one?” He asked.
You shuddered and keened as his grip on your jaw tightened. You’ve seen him kill with these hands. He had thrown bounties into carbonate with these hands. You would gladly die here with his hand on your jaw and the other on your back.
“Look at you,” he breathed. Maker, you had never heard that sound comes from him before.
His hand at your waist now pressed the arch of your back, pushing you harder on his thigh. The precipice now stood before you as you rocked your hips deeply unto his thigh. The sound of your sex on the metal was loud. His breath was loud now, too, through the voice modulator.
“Cum for me, sweet one,” he growled.
The timbre of his voice pushed you to release. You came hard on his thigh, the sound of moans piercing the night air. He held you as you rid your high on his leg, thighs shaking so much it hurt. He held you as you rutted against him until you couldn’t, the weight of your body finally collapsing against his check. You had never orgasmed like that in your entire life. Whatever you drank that boiled your blood had finally ebbed, all while draining the very energy out of you.
He said nothing as you slid off his thigh… No comment or jib at the slickness coating the beskar as he picked you up, tucking you into his arms.
Oblivion waited for you as your eyes shut, but not before he murmured. “Next time, sweet one, I won’t be as kind.”
As the darkness took over, you liked the sound of that promise.
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A/N: Damn someone crank the AC.... :) Thank you for reading and follow for more fics of our favorite tin can!
#the mandolorian x reader#mando x reader#mando fic#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#din x reader#din djarin smut#din djarin x female reader#din djarin angst#the mandalorian x reader#mando x you#the mandalorian smut#star wars fanfiction#the mandalorian fanfiction#storyarcscribe
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Who wants a spicy '68 Special era fic this week?? 🌶🌶🌶
Hiiiii, my babies! I hope everyone is making it through the week okay and staying well! 💗 My "Professional Violinist Reader meets '68 Special Era Elvis during rehearsals" request/prompt I've been working on for a loooong time will be up for early access on my Patreon tomorrow, if you are so inclined and need it a little earlier for reasons. 🥵 I know it's been a minute since I've given you something really smutty, and lawdy, it's comin'--in more ways than one! 😏
(It'll be up here on the weekend! 💕)
Here's some era inspo to get you warmed up... 💋🔥
#68 special era#professional violinist reader x 68 era elvis#*coming* soon!#elvis x reader#elvis presley#elvis#if you’re looking for trouble#you came to the right place#elvis 2022#elvis movie#elvis presley x reader#austin butler elvis#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis imagine#elvis smut#elvis fanfic#madi's patreon#elvis 1968#elvis 68 comeback special
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Your pet name(s) 😘
What the skelebros would call you in general & during da spicy time 🌶🔥
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Undertale:
Sans-
Baby, nothing to special or anything (cuz he's lazy like that lolll) but he definitely uses this one the most.
Sweetheart, now this one he uses when you're having da special sweet moment I can see him using it like when your cuddling on the sofa and he just kinda lowly mumbles under a hum "I love you sweetheart", hehe
Spicyy❤
I'mma be honest here I don't really see sans to be the one calling pet names during sex, I feel like he'd just kinda like moan your name or somethin I dunno man.
Papyrus-
Sunshine, you can not tell me this golden retriever cuteass man would not give you the cutest ass nicknames EVERRR.
Cutie pie
Spiceee🔞
Sweetheart and or baby, he'd be really like safe during sex like constantly ask if your ok and stuffs🥺
Underswap:
Blue-
(I'm not gonna lie I love the idea that blue is like sweet right? But can also be like really hot and dominating when he wants to be-)
Sugar, he definitely calls you this because man is just like "oh human you so sweet like sugar!!" Then dead ass looks you in the eyes and goes "sugarr~" and winks at chu (BOIII-)
Baby, like sans classic but cute😊
Spiceyness🔞
Pretty girl, (no I don't have to explain nothing to u-) jk jk (͡°͜ʖ͡°) he would definitely use this don't lie cuz man ain't innocent
Stretch-
(Y'all bet ur ass I have a few for him bc he's mah boo lolll)
Honey, obviously
Queen bee, did I mention that I love him-
Sweetheart
Sweetie
Spices🤤🤤
Good girl/ Atta girl
Darlin'
Baby
Y/N he would like whimper it while laying his seed down in that warmth🤭
Underfell:
Red-
Sweetheart
Darlin'
Dollface
Doll
Spicyyy🤤🔞
Slut
My good girl
Naughty bitch
He'd be an absolute dick in bed like degrading and rough but ik some of y'all into that soooo
Boss-
Hun, I feel bosses Nick names would be dry but sweet
My Darling
My love
Dear
Daaaa spicy time🔥🔥
Filthy girl
Mine
Nasty human
Oop-
Swap fell:
Mal-
Precious, hehe he's sooo🤭
Gorgeous
Beautiful
Darling
Smexy smexy🔥🌶
Pretty girl
Sweetheart
I feel if he was getting rough with you he'd be like "oh yeah you like it when I shove my cock in that needy cunt? You're daddy's bitch yeah!" I meannnnnn here me outtt
Mutt-
Babe
Baby
Mine
Gorgeous
Spicy🌶❤
(He has a mommy and a dominance kink, don't even to try to convince me otherwise y'all know he would)
Mommy
Master
Daddy's cum dumpster (loll)
Daddy's precious little slut
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Heyooo, sorry I've been dead for awhile I've been busy with school 🥲🥲 and also ideas have been shitty for me lately so here's your skeleboi feeding for now lmao.
And obviously any suggestions you can ask away as my ask box is open!
#undertalefics#ut au#underswap#stretch#underswap papyrus#strech x reader#blue#underswap sans#blue X reader#underfell#red#underfell sans x reader#underfell sans#boss#underfell papyrus#boss X reader#undertale#undertale sans#undertale sans X reader#undertale papyrus#undertale papyrus x reader#swapfell#swapfell papyrus#mutt X reader#swapfell sans#mal x reader#headcanon#husbones
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Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story
Marked (Poly!Billy loomis and Stu macher x reader)
Word count: 1777
Chapter 10🌶 - Love and lust
(🌶= spicy stuff close to smut but theres no sex
🔥= full on smut like sex and all)
^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^
Weeks passed... 4 to be exact..since Y/n had founf her best friend Casey becker dead, hanging from a tree with her organs hanging out of her body.
Y/n had tried to go to school the day after finding her friend... But everything was overwhelming... Between Stu and Randy making jokes about it to the feeling of Casey's blood on her hands....ever since then.. Y/n had been out of school.
She stayed in her room, laying around, crying, or scrubbing at her body till her skin was red.
No one really cared to come and check on her other then Randy and Dewy.
Every since Randy figured out, thanks to Billy, that you were close with Casey, Randy hasn't stopped coming by after work.
Hed always come by with a new movie for you two to watch and take out food since he knew you haven't been eating.
Dewy came over but not nearly as much as Randy did. Dewy came over to make sure you were okay, and to make sure you haven't harmed yourself due to guilt.
Normally when Dewy came over he'd bring you a little something, it might be a book he thought you'd like or a donut that he got from the police department. And after a while, he started to bring Randy something too since he was always there.
You thought it was sweet of Randy and Dewy to come and check up on you since hardly no one else did.. Hell you didn't even see Sidney, Tatum, Billy, or Stu other then when Stu would see you through your open window and wave at you like.a crazy person.
You let out a sigh as you sat up from your bed and fixed your loose button up pajama shirt.
Today you wanted to get up and not look like a mess.
You stumbled into your bathroom and shut the door behind you. You looked at yourself. You had slight bags under your eyes, your hair was messy and you had slightly gone paler.
You let out a sigh and turned on the sink and started to get yourself togeather.
By the time you were done you heard knocking on your window and a small smile graced your features.
You stepped out of your bathroom, still in your loose pajamas and walked to your window, and on the other side you saw the friendly face of Randy Meeks...
^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^
My heart fluttered when I saw Randy at the window. I quickly unlocked it and pushed it open, allowing Randy to climb in.
"Hey Y/n" Randy said as he fully got himself in after almost falling.
"Hey Randy...looks like im not the one sneaking through windows now" I said with a soft smile as I sat back on my rather messy bed "yeah true..its kind of fun". " Anyway What movies you got today?" I asked him, my eyes slowly going to his left hand which held a white plastic bag.
I saw a smile pull at the edges of Randy's lips. "Oh I didn't bring movies today" he said as he walked over to my bed and flopped down beside me.
"Well what did you bring?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side. "Oh just a shit ton of snacks and two bottles of beer" he said as he looked at me. "You okay with that?" He added. I looked at him and nodded with a smile.
Over the past 4 weeks I have grown a crush on Randy.. He was the only one other then Dewy that I think actually cared about me and he cared about keeping my mind off of Casey..
Randy pulled two bottles of beer from the bag then dumped the rest of the contents onto my bed.
My eyes scanned over everything that laid on my bed and smiled brightly. It looks like Randy had bought one of everything at the store.
I looked back at him only to meet his eyes. "Your the best Randy" My voice came out in a low whisper as I looked at him..
^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^
Randy felt his heart swell at those words.
Randy felt himself stop crushing on Sidney and start crushing on You.
He felt captivated by you... His crush on you was diffrent from the crush he had on Sidney. With Sidney.. It was a want, he realized he liked the thought of having sex with Sidney rather then dating her... But with you..he wanted to date you, he wanted something serious and intimate with you..
You were almost like a drug to him... He felt a need for you rather then a want... A need that grew stronger each time he saw you, each time he heard you, and each time he thought of you...
"Randy.. You okay?" You asked as you had noticed Randy had spaced out.
"Oh yeah" he said with a shake of his head, making you giggle. Randy pulled a small bottle opener from his pocket and opened yours and his beer.
"Now let's drink, snack, and talk shit" he said as he grinned from ear to ear.
~~~Time skip~~~
^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^
3 hours had passed and Randy and I were laughing at the most stupid shit as we finished off the last bit of the candy.
"Oh has today been fun" I said as I looked at him. Randy looked at me. "Im glad I could make it fun" he replied.
After that... The room feel silent, a comfortable silence with just us looking into each other's eyes.
I slowly moved closer to Randy and he did the same. I saw his eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, a movement that made my heart cut flips in my chest.
Randy leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine.
I let out a noise of shock and Randy pulled away as quickly as he had pressed his lips onto mine.
"I'm...im sorry..i..i-"
I cut off his rambling by cupping the side of his face and pulling him back to me, letting our lips touch once again. Sparks erupting in my stomach as oxytocin pumped through my veins.
Mine and Randy's eyes fluttered closed as Randy snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him to the point I was almost in his lap.
Randy bit softly at my lower lip as if asking me to open my mouth.
My lips parted without me even thinking about it and before I knew it, Randy had his tongue in my mouth, deeping the kiss.
I wrapped my arms around Randy's neck, intertwining my fingers in his hair as he rubbed his hand up and down my waist as his other hand rested on my ass.
My lungs started to burn and I pulled away from Randy's lips.
My eyes fluttered open and where met with Randy's grayish blue eyes.
I smiled softly at him before going back in to kiss him.
As we kissed I felt Randy slowly slip his hands up my loose button up. The feeling of his hands against my bare skin made goosebumps rise all over my body.
Randy's fingers traced shapes onto my skin as he made his way to my stomach, then he pulled away from the kiss, a string of Saliva connecting us.
Randy pulled his hands out from under my shirt as he slowly reached up to the top button of my shirt, then stopped and looked at me, as if asking for my permission.
I nodded to him and just as i did, he slowly unbuttoned my top, the pads of his fingers gingerly bushing against my skin as he did.
As soon as he unbuttoned the last button, the loose fabric slipped off of my arms, fully exposing my breasts and torso to him.
I heard Randy's breath hitch in his throat as he eyes wondered over me.
"God... Your so beautiful..." He muttered as he moved his head to the crook of my neck and slowly started to kiss, lick, suck, and bite at the tender skin.
I let out a soft moan as I moved my hands to his shirt and moved my hands up it, my hands graced over his torso.
He wasn't built, but he had very faint muscle, he was more thin then muscular..but i didnt mind it.
I moaned as his mouth sucked roughly at my neck, slowly moving down to my collar bones.
I moved my hands from his shirt and rested them on his thighs as he continued the assult on my neck and upper body.
Randy soon pulled away from my neck and pulled me into his lap. He wasted no time pulling his shirt off, then kissing me again.
I couldn't get enough of how his lips fit perfectly against mine as they moved in unison with each other.
I pushed myself closer to him till my bare chest touched his.
I felt something push against my inner thigh as I moved myself closer to Randy.
Randy's hands grabbed at my breasts and his fingers fondled with my nipples as he stuck his tongue into my mouth.
Our tongues danced as his pinched my nipples between his fingers, causing me to groan into his mouth.
I slowly started to grind my clothed cunt against his bulge as he moved his lips from my mouth and to my jaw, leaving tender kisses.
Randy moaned out as I continued grinding on him.
Randy stopped kissing me and picked me up from his lap and laid me down on my bed.
I looked up at Randy with hooded eyes only to see his eyes filled to the brim with lust and love.
I felt loved and wanted my him and he worshipped every inch of my body that was exposed to him. He started at my face, then my neck, to my shoulders, then my breasts, then my stomach, then... My waist line.
Randy looked at me as his fingers latched onto the waist band of my pajama pants.
I nodded to him and bit my lip as he egarly pulled my pants off my body and gently put them on the floor.
Randy rubbed my thighs..but... As soon as he did... The phone on my desk rang loudly...
(i know this is a poly! Billy and Stu fanfic but trust me! The Randy and Y/n stuff is setting up for other things)
#randy meeks#randy meeks x reader#randy my love#i love randy#billy loomis#stu macher#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#scream#ghostface
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Sooo because you’ve already told us Kate and Anthony take several times that night to conceive Neddy before she leaves for Somerset. What’re the chances we could get another one of those times for spicy Sunday? 🌶🔥👀
Anonymous asked:
I know we just got a whole chapter but maybe to celebrate your return could we see some Bruises Kathony for Spicy Sunday?! 🌶 🔥 🌶
You gotta hand it to Kate and Anthony, it took them a minute to get going but once they did, there was no stopping them.
Anthony's chest was going to burst, he was sure it was. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were burning and his muscles were aching and still he couldn't bring himself to actually stop.
It had to have been hours since he'd walked into their bedroom and Kate had asked him to tug that torturous nightdress from her body. He'd thought he was going to die, truly, or that spill in seconds like a green boy while Kate stared at him mortified. Every moment had been so perfect. Kate's body pressed against hers, her fingernails digging into his back, drawing him closer than it was possible for two people to be. Every pound of his heartbeat had felt like an echo of her name until they'd fallen apart still clinging to one another. Just like they were now.
He'd realised after god knows how long that his weight must be crushing her, sighing softly, letting his hands slide over her skin has he settled behind her, his warm wrapping around her waist, feeling her heartbeat slow in her chest.
"Are you alright?"
Kate nodded against him, kissing the arm she'd let cushion her head softly. "I'm more than alright."
"I didn't... hurt you? You have to tell me if I did." His chest had already been aching at the thought of it.
"You could never hurt me." Kate said it so gently, "I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you."
It nearly brought tears to his eyes even as he pulled her closer, tighter against him, her hips nestled against his as they lay on their sides. "I trust you as well."
Those words were on the tip of his tongue again but they couldn't make their way to the surface. They were trapped by his insecurity and the terror in his chest that she might never come back and he'd never been very good with words anyway. Anthony had always been a man of action, he knew that. Even with his feeble stabs at romance before with parents deaths he'd never been very good at articulating anything. He'd simply smiled and winked as the women had blushed and he hadn't minded, but something in him railed against the fact that he couldn't do it now. Even when it mattered most.
"I love you." Kate's voice was soft. Saying the words Anthony wished he could say. "I'm glad it was you, I'll always be glad you were you."
Anthony tilted her chin back towards him, letting their lips brush tenderly, the heat simmering between them gently. "I'd never want to be anyone else's husband."
Kate's smile was a tiny self assured little thing, her chin tilting a little smugly. "Well then it's a very good thing, I don't intend to let you go, Mr Bridgerton. You have, after all, just stolen my innocence."
He couldn't help but grin. "I did warn you that I was a a terrible rogue didn't i?"
She let out a faux sigh, her voice solemn. "You did, I've only myself to blame."
"A true cautionary tale." Anthony agreed, his lips finding hers again, letting his tongue tangle with hers, pressing his weight further against her, his hips grinding slowly against her.
Kate's answering moan shivered down his spine. "I had heard that we had a little lost time to make up for."
Anthony moaned himself as her legs widened, her hips stuttering back against his. "We- oh god, Kate- We deffintely could do that."
Kate's hands were tugging at him, trying to coax him into the cradle of her hips once more but he shook his head, his lips nipping at her neck, revelling in the taste of her skin and the feel of his body engulfing hers completely, as though he could protect her from the world with it.
"Like this, darling. Just like this."
He guided her hip to hook around his own nestling closer, drawn in by the warmth of her body and her fingers reaching back, threading themselves into his hair.
"Does this feel good, Kate?"
Her breath was a stuttered gasp as his hips rolled against her, revelling in the warmth of her body, his own eyes fluttering closed just as hers did.
"Yes. Please, Anthony, I want more".
A moan fell from his lips before he could stop it, his hips snapping forward of their own accord, pressing and pressing until they became one again.
It was the oddest thing, or maybe it wasn't, but he'd felt it in the moments before as well. It felt like so much more than their bodies intertwined. It felt, in these moments as though their very souls touched as his fingers intertwined with hers. The smell of her was intoxicating, lilies and the light scent of sweat that bore the signs of their previous coupling and the taste of her was still on his tongue as they moved together.
His entire body felt as though it was on fire. His muscles were protesting as both of their movements became bolder, firmer, more confident in the feel of one another and their connection and the two of them together.
"Kate, God- oh fuck- I-"
Her own voice was shaking as she clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair, scratching against his scalp. "It feels... different. Please don't stop, please don't stop."
Heat was licking at every inch of his body as the hand around her waist snaked down until the heat of her coated his fingers burning him further as her gasps and moans echoed in his ears, pushing him further and further as endless praise fell from his chest, leaving his throat raw. His nose buried against her neck as his tongue tasted her skin again and again every inch of her body v=covered by his own. Kate's thighs had started to shake around him, her movements becoming more and more erratic just as his own were and still he pushed forward, further and further, pushing them higher and higher until
Anthony! The sound of her voice gasping his name as she fell over the edge and pleasure rolled over her was the sweetest thing he'd ever hear, he was absolutely certain as his own hips lost their rhythm completely bucking against her desperately until he fell himself, his vision white as he shuddered uncontrollably against her.
"I hadn't realised we could... well from that position." Her voice was a little curious, Anthony could tell, her fingers playing with his own.
"We can... do that from many positions." Anthony's voice was a gasp really, his limbs heavy as pleasure still fluttered through him.
"Interesting." Kate spun in his arms, kissing him softly, "There's one more position i'm very curious about."
His stomach dropped. "And what might- what might that be?"
"I remember you being a little curious about my... penchant for riding astride."
And just like that Anthony was once more sure he was going to die.
#you might have some bruises#spicy sunday🌶#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly's asks and answers
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Hello Lovelies!👋
I’m Dokidoki Muffin 💕🧁
and this is a casual blog for tickle art ✨✍
My art is a mix between sfw/platonic and nsfw/mature themes.
(latter is tagged #dokidoki spice or labelled accordingly)
Please don’t repost my art or use it as a base or for edits!!! 🚫
I am not interested in roleplay or similar contact 🖐
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But please self-exercise viewer’s discretion!
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But please be patient with me 😅 I'm very slow with replies 🐌😊
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Also don't waste your time with rude messages or drama... 🔥
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The old stuff ⏳
This blog has been deactivated once 😅 If you are interested in my art and fics from a few years ago, here is a Google Drive link that I lovingly call The Dokidoki Timeportal 💖🌌
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Smutty ficlet for M!Zoroark x M!Lucario!Reader, first time for both of them (but reader has basically no sexual confidence). Just kinda awkward but really steamy for both?
Sorry that this took so long! When I don't entirely get something I just let it sit for a while and eventually forget about it.
This includes some NSFW ideas/actions, so if you're a minor or not interested in this, skip the post. Keep reading.
“I-I don’t know… what if I mess it up somehow,” you stammer.
“Don’t worry,” your partner whispers as he kisses your neck, “I think I know what I’m doing.”
You moan softly as he kisses you all over. It was an understatement to say you weren’t confident about what was happening. What if I don’t end up satisfying him? What if this ends up a bad experience for both of us?
You felt yourself getting harder as your partner continued to kiss lower on your body. He had taken his mane down earlier, and you laughed silently as you looked down and saw it in his face. He eventually got to your dick and kissed its tip. You groaned when he got there and rolled your hips. Zoroark gagged, and you guessed you accidentally pushed your cock too far down his throat.
“Sorry…” you apologized to him.
“No need to apologize, Love,” he brushed off before continuing.
He stuck his tongue out and licked up your dick. You felt yourself blush. You looked away from him as you covered your face.
“Lay down for me, Babe. Let’s get this started,” he said, moving his hair out of his face.
You lay down on your bed; you felt something press against your butt. You felt it there for a little while before you felt whatever it was filling you. You heard him grunt and some vaguely lewd slapping noise. You look down at your body to see your partner has entered you and been thrusting into you. And after a while, you felt a coil inside you start winding up like a spring. You grunt softly as you feel him keep thrusting into you.
“K-keep going,” you moan.
Zoroark leaned forward and whispered into your ear that he was keeping up the pace, and his hair tickled your face. The coil inside you kept winding and winding as your partner kept thrusting into you. You moan as he seemingly hit a sweet spot inside of you.
“T-there,” you stammer. The tip of your cock glistened with precum. You looked up at your partner with pleading eyes for him to keep going.
Your moans and other lewd noises got louder. You bucked and rolled your hips, and eventually, you came. A sticky, white liquid spilled from your dick. You felt yourself clench as you felt something new enter you.
“That felt so good. Thank you, darling,” your partner panted.
#request#nsft#🔥🌶spicy time🌶🔥#pokemon x reader#pokemon x pokemon#smut#pokemon imagines#pokémon imagine
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1, 6, 13 & 15 for Trammander ⚔🌱
1, 7, 11, and 22 for Elion 🔥🦁
For the 🌶🌶🌶 asks! 😏
spicy asks good <3
trammander
6. Any place they absolutely would not have sex?
a temple and anywhere in public. for them, sex is for the bedroom only - or for when you're alone, anyhow. especially for nyra, who's very careful about who she lets see her scars and in what manner of (un)dress.
q1. Are there any names they like to be called in bed/names they call their partner? Any names they wouldn’t use/can’t stand?
i don't think they're the types for pet names in general, although does trahearne's lyss count as a pet name if it's a nickname only he uses? they both laugh at baby, sweetheart, darling (though she doesn't mind dear heart.)
one thing i will say is that when she's domming, nyra doesn't like any titles used for her. she has enough of them in her job already. she doesn't need another for when she's having sex.
13. Morning vs evening sex—do they have a preference?
she's whatever about the time, but he prefers morning sex before he gets to work because he does work a lot still, only not in pact business. although, there is something about early evening horny things in billiard rooms for nyra, and has been ever since she was a teen and had her first sexual experiences.
15. Describe their favorite sexual encounter.
for trahearne, it's their first time having sex after zhaitan fell, where the airship crew of the glory of tyria cleared the top floor just for them to do it and everyone else was like... 'sure.' for nyra, it's when they had sex for the first time after their reunion in the eye of the north during icebrood saga, when she was injured by bangar's arrow.
elion
q1. Are there any names they like to be called in bed/names they call their partner? Any names they wouldn’t use/can’t stand?
el calls liv daddy when he's subbing, and he himself prefers sir when he's domming. granted, he doesn't sub for anyone but liv, but like. it's what he likes. on his end, liv accepts daddy willingly, has grown to be quite turned on by it, and just doesn't do any insults whatsoever for himself or his partner. he's a soft dom.
7. Are they into (consensual) pain during sex? Either giving or receiving
girl,, el is one kinky mofo, you bet he's into pain,,, i wouldn't call him a masochist, but he does like his sex to err on the side of pain. liv isn't, but painplay isn't huge for el, so he doesn't really need it to get off. he also prefers receiving pain to giving it, but he just likes the sensation of it.
11. Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?
liv: was attracted to rytlock, who is of a much higher station and also his half-sister's on and off boyfriend. he's also the uncle to a cub of rytlock's, by his sister dana. that being said, he's also attracted to domineering personalities, for better or for worse.
el: the whole thing with cadeyrn is the one that sticks out, bc they were just so bad for each other, and ended with el slitting cadeyrn's throat, so like,,, does this count?
22. Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.
liv: intimacy, for sure. he likes the softness it allows him to show his partners, and he loves making people feel good and feel loved, and in return, he feels good too! he's a service top :)
el: experimentation. like many things in life, sex is new ways of discovering the world, and much less offensive one than live experimentation. he has such fun with sex, has few things he isn't willing to try, and it's just another way for him to flex his curiosity muscles for sure :>
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SPLATFEST TIME, GO TEAM SPICY!! 🔥🌶
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Hey, it's me, crawling back after being gone for a while 🥸. Unfortunately I've had to deal with a series of unfortunate events in my life. One of which was losing my notes (AGAIN) 😭. Soo in the attempt to try and get back into the swing of things, I'm gonna post some of my story wip ideas in hopes that it will motivate me enough to actually start writing again.
Note: I'm not including my Jimmy, Forrest, or Philip fics as those have already been started. This is just for wips of fics I only have minimal notes on right now.
Wolf fic
Wolf/Reader or OC
Found friends, unlikely friendship, wrong number, catching feelings for a stranger, dealing with grief
Summary: You're left with an empty hole in your soul after the loss of a great friend. A void that you attempt to fill as you reach out to find some kind of closure. Basically, you wrong dial/text Wolf. He humors you at first with responding, since he's bored and finds your messages entertaining enough to pass the time. But somewhere along the line feelings start to develop, even though he's never even seen your face. Most of this story takes place over messages and almost encounters.
Wolf fated mates fic
Wolf/OC or reader
Enemies-lovers, rivals-lovers, semi forced proximity (both are union members having to deal with union shi), fated mates au, no shifting, mate reveal at age 18, you know before he does, trying to be the bigger person is HARD
Summary of sorts: A member of the union under Yeo-Il. Think Donald's a huge ass but the pay can't be beat, even when having to deal with other union members like Wolf. Especially Wolf. Who you can't seem to get along with from the very first encounter. You both are basically water and oil having to coexist in the same space. But then you turn 18 a couple months before he does, and realize that destiny has played you for a fool, by making Wolf your fated mate. So now you're left trying to figure out what to do next.
Notes: was reading waay to many werewolf stories during the creation of this story idea 🙃
Donald fic
Donald/OC or reader
Oppites attract, aged up characters, both already in the workforce, forced proximity due to work, one night stand not staying a one night stand, very low spice (for now anyway), mostly just sexual tension, expanding on one of my oneshots
Summary-ish: A crazy night out with friends leads to an unexpected one night stand with a dangerous but handsome looking stranger. You check it off as a very delightful YOLO experience, never expecting to meet "what's his name" again. Until you find yourself sitting in a conference room, while your boss introduces the new business partner your company is doing a collaboration with. And if that wasn't awkward enough, you get voted to be the employee to spearhead the details of this new business merger.
Notes: this came about when I mentioned to someone about how cute it would be if Donald developed feelings for someone like the character in my karaoke crackfic. A very opposites attract that just happens to work despite their differences. Only for them to shot that idea down and state he would be better off with someone like one of their own OC's, who's more like him 😐🤨😮💨
Welp, challenge accepted I guess.
Jake 7 minutes in heaven fic
Jake/OC or reader
Quiet and reserved character meets popular and outgoing character, opposites attract, 7 minutes of heaven game, forced proximity due to game, aged up characters, college au, college frat party, fish out of water
Summary: You get dragged to some frat party by your more outgoing and social bestie, only to be left alone while they make out with some rando. While trying to blend in and look like you belong you end up getting paired up for a round of 7 minutes in heaven, and before you can even begin to protest, you end up locked in a closet with Jake Ji.
Notes: Haven't decided how spicy I want to make this one. Should I make it more suggestive in nature? Or should I crank the spice level all the way up 🌶🔥😈
Alright. That's it. Now to wait for some motivation vibes to come and find me.
Also, completely unrelated, but is it just me or have the porn bots uped their game while I've been m.i.a? Like not only are they "following" but now they're also liking posts? And not even locking their accounts, so when you click on the profiles you get an eyeful of "activity"! Like wut in the... left me completely shooketh.
#saw others posting wips on discord and took inspiration#hopefully it works#give me some motivation please universe 🙏#Weak Hero wips#Weak Hero
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Because of your love for Odyssey, I'll say for Athena (and Odysseus) ^_^
🚲, 💋, 💞 annddd 🔥
(I remember reading this books summary that first time and being immediately enamored with it lol also, your edits are amazing!)
If by "love" you mean "feeling a bone deep pressure to write this now, because The ManTM actually acknowledged its/my existence, paired with an even deeper sense of dread, because should I ever write this the ManTM can never ever know about it, because he is a genius with the voice of an angel and I am about to make it ✨FiLtHy✨" - sure, I love this story... ANYWAYS 😅
🚲 : Does your character enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?
Thea/Athena was never interested in anyone - mortal or immortal - like that in all of her existence. And even as the whole thing unfolds, it takes her a loooong time to realise/acknowledge that this might be... that.
As for Odysseus, for someone who is all about returning to his wife asap he is a bit of a slut 😆
💋 : Is your character a good kisser? How do they do it?
I wanna say "practice makes perfect" in regards to my beloved manwhore (also who writes a 🌶sPiCy🌶 story and makes the leads terrible kissers?). He's can be gentle and sweet, but also hot and heavy where the situation calls for it, always leaving Thea wanting more of it... Thea is inexperienced, but it's most definitely in her very nature to... learn quickly 😏
💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?
For Thea/Athena it definitely carries a whole lot of emotional weight, seeing as she has never had the urge to do this before (definitely no case of like father like daughter, this one), so this is both exciting and very terrifying for her.
For Odysseus it (canonically) seems that the emotional weight of it all is kind of a matter of circumstance? He definitely loves his wife (and he will definitely fall madly in love with Thea), but he definitely doesn't extend this emotional weight eg for his tryst/episode/thing with Circe.
🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?
Tbh, a lot gets Thea flustered. Being human / pretending to be mortal is so different from being purposefully detached in the way she always chose to be and this meat suit makes everything so so messy. People being raunchy, gentle, flirty, caring... the whole range of human interaction has the potential to leave her flustered and almost at a loss for words. And once they get started the right look from Odysseus is enough to make her damn knees buckle 😏
Thank you so much for sending me this! It makes me so happy that you love this silly little "What if...?" so much!
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Coco's Super-Mega-Loaded OC Questions List part 3
Do you need an excuse to info dump about your OC? Maybe you need to develop them a little more? No worries I have a very, Very long list of fun, interesting, and sometimes cursed questions!
Warning!!: some of the questions and themes are NSFW (Both in a sexy way and in murder...) and cops mentioned.
🔪Rumors has it🔪
1. What's a rumor that was spread about your MC? Was it true?
2. What is their reputation? How do they feel about it and do they care to change it?
3. Is your mc most likely to backstab someone or stab them in the front so they see it coming? (Both metaphorical and Literal)
☀️ocean beach day!☀️
1) what kind of swimsuit (or not a swimsuit) does your MC wear to the beach?
2) are they a swimmer? volleyball player? surfer? what kind of activities do they like to do?
3) are they the type of person to bring a huge beach bag or the type of person to just bring a single bottle of sunscreen?
4) a piece of seaweed just touched their leg. how do they react?
📸🔪 No Mr. Ghost face, I wanna be in the sequel🔪📸
1. So... are they keeping the mask on or off?
2. What's the Scariest thing to happen to them?
3. So they're getting chased by the killer do they run into the graveyard or into the abandoned building?
4. So....the killer is pretty hot. Are they sleeping with them?
🌶🔥 Getting Hot in Here🔥🌶
1. Who is your mc picking for a menage a trois (threesome) and why
2. Have they ever sleep with someone who wasn't their type? How did that work out?
3. Cringe things someone has said/did that made them instantly put their clothes back on and leave
4. Have they ever tried to recreate a spicy scene from a book/movie? How did it go?
🥰💋 Just couple Things 💋🥰
1. Is your MC the butt slapper or do they usually get their butt slapped?
2. Who kills the bugs? Who's Running away from said bug?
3. A relationship pet peeve they have?
4. It's time to meet the family! How are they reacting? What's your MC family like? Would they be likely to share embarrassing childhood stories/photos
😞And I'm never going to dance again😞
🎵Guilty feet ain't got no rhythm🎵
1. For the MCs that cheated, what was thee reason and do they regret it?
2. Have they ever been the other person? Did they know or where they in the dark.
3. They say sometimes to get over a person you need to get under someone else. Does your MC agree?
4. Their heartbreak song?
💅👠Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby! 👠💅
1. Something that your MC wouldn't be caught dead wearing (brand, materials, an article of clothing)
2. Something that your MC would be caught dead wearing?(brand, materials, an article of clothing)
3. What's their aesthetic? Do they change it up?
4. What magazine would they most likely be the cover on? What Fashion house would they like to walk for?
~○Have I finished Bridgeton? NO! but that not going to stop me from asking○~
1. Who is your MC set to marry?
2. Now....who are they having a steamy torrid affair with?
3. What modern song turned classical would be their theme song
4. What's their look?
☢️🤪Just a little Toxic🤪☢️
1. Are they the instigator in arguments? If not, do they know even their be baited into an argument
2. Their lovers phone is blowing up at 3am... how they reacting?
3. Do they have the secret calculator on they phone?
4. What's a Toxic trait that they are working on? What's one they refuse to acknowledge?
☀️Hot, Hot, Summer☀️
1. What's their hot girl song/Playlist?
2. All bodies are summer bodies, drop their partying with a celebrity on a yacht look
3. Worst beach memory
4. Do they build sandcastle? Surf? Or are they chilling underneath the umbrella with some wine type? (Basically their favorite beach activity)
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