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lixiesfreckless · 2 months

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Into It | b. c.

➸ synopsis: the california sunset looks pretty damn good when you're on the hood of Chan's car.

➸ starring: bang chan x female reader

➸ word count: 3k

➸ general content: best friend!chan, car sex, drunk sex, chan is lowkey obsessed with you, mutual pining, dirty talk

➸ warnings: lots of swearing, sexual content, alcohol consumption, mentions of california(LMAO east coast on top)

➸ rating: 18+ MA

➸ author’s note: another oldie but goodie! also I don't even bias chan but I literally went insane writing this so what does that mean-

♫ into it- chase atlantic

Far away.

You feel like your mind is so far away.

The engine roars in your ears as you and Chan zip around the outskirts of downtown Los Angeles, convertible top down to let the wind whip through the vehicle.

Your hand dangles outside the car door, lazily twirling a half empty bottle of beer in your fingertips as you fully sink into the car seat. Your thoughts are fuzzy, his music is loud, and the breeze is enough to keep you from getting too hot.

This is as close as you can get to bliss.

Palm trees lining the road, orange and magenta in the sky, hell— if heaven didn’t look like this, did you even want to go?

The car slows down enough for Chan to make a right turn, angling the two of you to a desert close to where they host raves and concerts every summer. By the time the current song stops playing, Chan is pulling the convertible off the road, driving over hardened clay and rocks until he’s about 50 yards away from the asphalt.

“Pass me one of those,” he says, putting the car in park and slumping into the seat. You reach down to the six pack of beer near your feet and pass one to him, bringing your own bottle up to your lips as he takes it.

The guy sticks the cap between his teeth, cracking it open with a sharp twist of his arm, and flicks the cap into the cup holder.

“That’s one way to crack open a cold one,” you chuckle, taking another swig.

“Too bad I’m not with the boys…” he sighs, narrowly dodging a swat from your hand as he laughs.

“Hush, I’m better than the boys.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, letting the troubles of the week dissolve under the tangy taste of the alcohol and the bass from the speakers.

You can’t remember exactly when you started spending your Friday nights like this, driving to random places in the passenger seat of Chan’s car. Usually you’d prefer to spend your nights indoors, but with him, it was never overwhelming. He was your weekly dose of adventure, and you became addicted easily.

But how could you not when he was so…Chan?

He always knew what songs to play, what you felt like talking about, what kind of view would cheer you up— he became someone that knew you better than your best friend, even.

And there was something so disarming about his vintage band tees, beat up converse, blond curls and dimples— especially his dimples. They were a weapon and he used them.

And they reappear right as you notice you’re staring at him. Serves you right for zoning out in his general direction.

“Something on your mind?” He chuckles, and you pop the passenger door open, shaking your head.

“Nope. Just need to stretch.”

You walk around to the front of the car, and the shell dips slightly once you perch on the hood.

This beer is defective, you decide. Alcohol is supposed to blur your thoughts, not sharpen them.

And yet all you can think about is the man moving to lean against the front of the car, standing just a foot away from you.

Your mind pretends not to notice the way Chan’s gaze lingers on your lips, almost glazing over every time you take a swig from the bottle in your hand. Your body however, burns. Reacts like water on hot oil. It feels like every cell is dancing in the remnants of the sunset when he looks at you.

It might just be the alcohol though.

You lean back and lie on the hood of the car, using your hands as a makeshift pillow behind your head as you watch the sky turn an even deeper shade of pink. Chan takes one glance at you and takes a long sip of beer as he quickly looks away, pushing the sight of your shirt riding up your torso far back into his mind. The…things he could do there-

“Shit, how many of those have we gone through,” you mumble, lazily shifting your eyes up to the sky.

“Uh, four?” Chan glances back at you, mentally cursing at the way your face matches the sky above, dusted with pink. He doesn’t know it’s from you staring at his arm veins. “We have water in the back if you want some-”

“No, no I’m good.” Your voice sounds like honey to him; maybe he should pass the bottle back to you, just so you’ll stay quiet. “Just feeling more than a little buzzed.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, and the huskiness in his voice practically pokes you in the side. “Now would be the best time to do something crazy then.”

“Something crazy?” You laugh out loud, then sit up slightly on the hood, leaning back on your elbows. “There’s nothing but desert for miles. What are we supposed to do-”

Your sentence stops dead in its tracks as your eyes meet with Chan’s, the heat rushing to your gut all at once as the wind blows his blond curls into his eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate this time; his eyes wander lower and lower on your face until they land on your bottom lip, trapped between your teeth.

“God, why do you always do that…” he whispers, shifting his gaze back to the road.

…What?

The wind whistles in your ears as you feel them growing hotter, unsure what to make of his sudden statement.

“Do…do what?” He looks back at you with tortured eyes, as if you’re the only water in the California desert.

“Bite your lip like that; it makes me think-” he stops and drains the rest of the bottle in his hand, then leaves it on the hood and shakes his head. “Never mind. I’m gonna turn the music up.”

Your eyes follow him as he trails along the side of the car, and you feel a certain window of opportunity beginning to close. Summoning most of your courage, you jump off the hood and walk up behind Chan, waiting for him to finish messing with the stereo before tapping him on the back.

“Yeah?” He turns around and barely has any time to think before you’re pressing on his shoulders, pulling him down slightly as you crash your lips onto his. He immediately catches your waist, letting out a surprised muffle that dissolves into a sigh as he pulls you against him.

You break apart after a moment, lips still tingly and buzzing with excitement, but you wonder if you’ve made the right decision as you look up at Chan, who still has his eyes closed.

“You’re drunk,” he whispers, finally looking down at you with a flushed face.

“Not drunk enough.” You twist the shoulder seams of his shirt between your fingers in consideration. “I’m sober enough to know that look. And if you don’t do something about it, then I-”

“You want me to do something about it?” He pulls your hips tight against his, and now that you’re leaning on him, you can feel the bass from the car reverberating through both of you. That combined with the buzz of the alcohol and his hands on your bare midriff nearly sends you over the edge, but you keep your composure.

And by that you mean you pounce on him— you love his voice, but you’re tired of talking about something you could be doing.

If you both were a little less tipsy, the kisses would probably be less frantic. But neither of you seem to care, hands grabbing at each other desperately as you search for better ways to pull each other closer.

“You have no idea,” he pants between kisses, “you have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” You shudder into his lips, raking through his blond locks and tugging at the ends as Chan’s grip tightens on your hips. He takes a sharp inhale before picking you up, waiting for you to latch your legs around his torso before he slides his arms under your legs. As he walks around the car, you both never separate; you’re actually surprised when you feel the cool metal of the hood come into contact with the backs of your thighs.

He nestles himself between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs and tracing the distressed hem of your denim skirt as the bass of the song picks up. You’re lucky you’re on the hood and not the trunk; the subwoofers vibrating against you would have been too much for sure.

He pulls away from your lips, dipping his head to catch his breath as he pants into the crook of your neck. To him, this is insane. He has you on the hood of his car. He has you on the hood of his car.

How is a man supposed to think straight in this situation?

Meanwhile, his hot breath on your neck is driving you to the brink of insanity. Just a raise of your shoulder and he’d be kissing it. Shoot, he could make you crazy with his fingers just an inch higher too.

“Chan,” you whisper, not realizing how close your breathy voice was to his ear, and the last of his resolve practically evaporates off of him.

“Y/n…” his nose follows the curve of your neck as he makes his way up to your face, “tell me if I need to stop, I just…”

He hooks his hands around your knees and pulls, effectively pinning your hips together in a casual display of strength, and you gasp before he seizes your bottom lip between his, sucking and biting until a soft moan slips from your lips.

“Fuck, make that sound again,” he groans, hands sliding back up your thighs to the hem of your shirt. You relent, no longer keeping your sighs and sounds of pleasure to yourself as his hands slide under your crop top, around to your back.

He makes quick work of your bra, releasing the tension around your ribcage before sliding his thumbs along the underside of your breasts. Just thinking about all of the things he could do to you has both of you buzzing with anticipation, panting against each other’s mouths.

His thumb just barely grazes your nipple and you swear you see the world begin to tilt.

You don’t know what it is; normally a gesture that small wouldn’t elicit such a reaction out of you, but the alcohol in your veins and the bass under your thighs seem to bring every motion of his straight to your core. And usually you’d be embarrassed at how loud you are, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he continues just like that, both thumbs barely putting any pressure on the peaks under your shirt.

Your head lolls back slightly, and Chan wastes no time in licking a thin stripe up the column of your neck, stopping right at the shell of your ear.

“Ideally, I’d want to take my time with you, but right now…” his voice is thick with lust as he flicks both of your nipples, and you jolt forward. “I don’t think you’d want me to.”

“Chan, please,” you gasp out, wanting to press your thighs together, “get on with it already.”

He obliges you, hands sliding down to your skirt and then back up under it, looking for the edge of your panties. Once he has them, he pulls them down and over your Nike blazers, tossing them into the convertible onto the passenger seat.

He then reaches behind you, pushing two empty bottles off the car as he presses you flat against the hood. The sound of the bottles breaking against the rocky terrain is barely registered by you though, you’re more focused on Chan’s free hand snaking back up your skirt.

Curses slip out of his mouth once his thumb brushes across your clit; he’s more than shocked to feel just how soaked you are, but you shake your head vigorously, catching his attention.

“Skip it,” you say breathlessly, looking directly into his eyes. He understands instantly, coffee colored eyes practically turning coal black seeing your desperation.

The sky seems to swirl different shades of purple and pink as the wind feathers over your body, and just past the contrails in the sky, you can see the stars beginning to poke their faces into the rosy backdrop.

There is a very real possibility that you are dreaming all of this.

But the sound of his zipper being pulled down snaps your senses into focus, and the possibility of Chan fucking you under a sky like this seems more urgent.

The next minute flies by, and before you know it Chan is lining himself up at your entrance, checking that the condom is on properly before lifting your skirt to your hips.

His eyes flicker to yours momentarily, and you nod before relaxing fully, letting your head rest against the hood as he holds onto your hips tightly.

And then you instantly tense up once he starts pushing into you.

It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to slide in without really touching you, but the hiss he draws between his teeth tells you he’s not really focusing on that.

You’re focusing on how you didn’t catch a glimpse of him before he put it in, and now your entire lower abdomen is tingling in excitement over just how much of him there is. Silly how you were trying to sober up for this moment, only for you to feel high all over again with him fully inside you.

“I- shit, okay wow,” he hisses, dragging himself out and back in slowly. “You’re so warm, god-”

You can’t even respond, you’re so occupied by the feeling of his ridges along your walls that your fingers are already looking for something to grab onto.

Somehow in the haze of it all, you still want to urge him deeper, so you wrap your legs around his waist and watch as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering closed mid-thrust.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, picking up the pace and holding your hips tighter as you whine, feeling him finally start to brush one of your sensitive spots.

Chan cannot process the scene playing out in front of him. You’re draped over the hood of his car, taking what he’s giving you so easily, face flushed and hair falling over your face from the wind. Your shirt is halfway up your torso, but your skirt is up six inches too high, high enough to see where he's sheathing himself inside of you. He couldn’t make this up if he tried.

The pressure building inside of you jumps to the next level once his hand slides up your shirt again, gently rubbing circles over your nipple as opposed to the faster thrusts down below. Your back arches into his hand as you gasp, squeezing your thighs around him tighter as you do so.

“Chan,” you whine, scratching your nails against the car, and a few more curses tumble out of his mouth as he stares down at you.

“You’re so good y/n,” he pants, snapping his hips against you now, “better than I- ah, I imagined.”

“You’ve thought about this before?” You’re cut off by another moan; it’s a miracle how you can even speak.

Chan doesn’t reply; instead, he hooks his hands under your knees and drops them on his shoulders, then scoops his hands back under your hips and pulls them to his with a quick snap.

“I’ve thought about this before,” he says with a wicked grin, hitting you at just the right angle to pull a sharp gasp out from your lips.

“Oh my god, there-” you moan breathlessly, pressing your hands flat onto the hood of the car as he pounds into you relentlessly.

The sky is spinning. Your heart is pounding. You wish you could focus on something, anything other than the spongy part of you that Chan is hitting to the beat of the song under you, just so you could last a little bit longer.

But the sight of him with your legs around his neck, eyes closed with strands of gold wisping across his face, the look of pure ecstasy painted across his cheeks, ensures that you have close to three seconds before the knot in your stomach unravels.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you say as you feel yourself coming undone, back arching into your release which only makes Chan pound deeper, heightening the intensity tenfold.

He cries out once you clamp down around him, spitting out random strings of curses until he’s emptying his restraint into the condom, slowing down his thrusts as he finally opens his eyes again, locking gazes with you.

He looks nothing short of ethereal with the now purple backdrop of the sky, framing his blond locks with lilac clouds as he slowly pulls out of you, doing his best not to overstimulate you. You almost tell him not to; being that full was nice, something you’d probably never admit unless you were actually drunk.

“Wow,” you breathe out, watching him lower your legs down to the hood. “That was…”

“Crazy, I know,” he laughs, still trying to calm his breathing as he looks at you. “But you were amazing, holy shit-”

“…better than the boys?” You tease, smirking up at him.

He gives you a knowing look, picking up on the funny way you worded the question. But instead of getting flustered, he leans over the hood, caging you against it with his arms.

“Hmm…I don’t know. I think I’d have to try this a couple of times before I can give you a definite answer.”

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chiscribbs · 7 months

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Updated Future Donnie Concept Art!!!

So, I've been hesitant to try my hand at designing an Apocalyptic Future version of Donnie for a while, for a number of reasons - mainly that I just didn't have a clear idea of him in my brain yet and the thought of attempting to update his already pretty perfect design was highly daunting - but I finally caved and decided to take a crack at it. A couple months and several revisions later, I'm actually genuinely happy with the result. I'd still consider this "concept art" more so than a final design, elements of it could definitely be improved, but I really do like the concept as a whole - I think it could work!

The main goals I had in mind while working on this were: A. Must fit the character/look like something Donnie would canonically wear and still be easily recognizable. B. Must work in the Rise world & style (i.e. not be overly detailed or have too complex a silhouette.) C. Must fit in with the other (canonical) Future Rise designs.

I was also thinking about what problems Donnie might be trying to solve, which is what inspired the belt (more info on that below). All-in-all, although there might still be a few kinks to work out, I think I managed to come up with a pretty solid base design for my favorite Warring Warrior Scientist (Jr.)

Some additional character tidbits under the cut.

Also, I can't draw mechanisms to save my life, so just pretend those vague ninpo-gun-things make sense lol

Donnie has a mechanical prosthetic leg. How'd he lose that leg? Up to interpretation - my working theory is that it was a minefield accident that occurred when he was trying to blow some Krang dogs to Timbuktu. Naturally, since it's Donnie and they are in the midst of an alien apocalypse, he designed the leg to do a whole lot more than just help him stand without falling down. It's a multifunctional tool that contains a plethora of secret uses - including, but certainly not limited to, sawing off ugly Krang faces. It's essentially his new tech bo.

Bonus leg tidbit: Casey Jr. saw him deploy the saw blade in battle once when he was little, he then proceeded to beg for a saw-leg of his own to fight the Krang with. Donnie, realizing that amputating a perfectly healthy child's leg is probably not that most morally acceptable option, instead made him his own "sawing stick"(AKA, his motorized hockey stick)...which the others then made him wait until Casey's 10th birthday to give him.

The belt that Donnie's wearing here is a prototype of his latest invention. Its intended purpose: to deflect the Krang's mystic-blocking attacks, allowing them to use their ninpo in close combat. It took a lot of risk-taking to collect the necessary information to create such a device, and he experienced a number of way-too-close calls (one of which may or may not have resulted in that large gash across his plastron), but he finally managed to crack the code and pinpoint the frequency of the Krang's sound waves. He's testing it out right now to make sure that it works and is safe to use, but once it's out of beta, he plans to mass-produce them for every mystic-wielder in the Resistance to use in battle. He believes it could turn the tides of the war...unfortunately, the device never makes it out of beta, as he dies before its completion.

Donnie's gloves are fashioned after the ones his dad used to wear in his Lou Jitsu days (with some modifications, for comfort and to make working with screens a little easier and less annoying.) The material they're made out of is far more durable, of course, since he's working with them near-constantly and under varying conditions. But maybe he designed them to look like this as a way of keeping his dad's memory close, similar to Leo's sword hilt?

Ironically, Donnie uses his ninpo probably the most consistently out of all the brothers (even though Mikey uses his to the greatest extent, hence his rapid aging). He's constantly using it to check on the base's security status and multitask while working on other projects. Because his ninpo takes a good deal of brain power to operate, it puts a significant amount of strain on his nervous system and this causes frequent complications. Seizures, spasms, and blackouts become a semi-regular occurrence - especially in the latter part of his life. Donnie does his best to manage them, but the workload makes it almost impossible to do so properly. Mikey is able to help with these attacks when they happen, but Donnie - not wanting his brother to overuse his powers any more than he is already - usually opts to just ride it out and save the mystic healing for people who need it. The exception to this rule being when he's in the middle of an extremely important procedure and can't stop long enough to let the attack pass naturally, then he has no choice but to accept Mikey's aid.

This is probably needless to say at this point, but much like Leo and his other brothers, he is a giant. Equal in height to Leo (if not slightly taller, even without the goggles.) The doodle in the top-left corner of the sketch page where he's next to April is meant to be them sitting, so don't take it as anywhere near an accurate representation of their height comparison. It is not, he dwarfs her by several feet, lol.

#rottmnt #donatello hamato #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #future donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt future timeline #tw: amputation #Sort of. You don't see anything but if half a leg freaks you out best not to look.#fanart #concept art #character design #chiscribbs #Heavily referenced Krang because Idk how to draw them yet WOOTWOOT

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reiderwriter · 7 months

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hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

W/C: ~2k

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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

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gojoidyll · 3 months

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Warnings | yandere!gojo, mentions of su!c!de, au where geto didn't defect and no one is dead (riko is living it up as a teacher along with haibara, and nanami is ok too), reader is referred to as "y/n" and with she/her pronouns.

Summary | Gojo thinks of you fondly, and often. Yandere ! Gojo x Female ! Reader

Y/n likes those a lot, he muses to himself when he notices an antique shop. His eyes scanning the old objects that decorated the store's front window. Bet y/n would love to come here...

Gojo Satoru didn't allow himself to dwell on the thought as he noticed Geto waiting for him down the street. The man waving his hand to Gojo.

"Yo, Satoru. What took you so long?"

"This and that," he said with a smile and a teasing tone. His head turning back slightly to gaze at the antique shop again before returning his attention to his friend, "anyway, where is everyone else? Usually I'm the late one."

"They're all already at the diner, i was just the nice one and decided to wait for you here, you dumbass."

Gojo hummed lightly, "y/n there too?"

Geto didn't miss a beat, "she couldn't make it."

Gojo sighed, "she is always canceling. Bet those higher ups are making her go on yet another hard mission."

Geto shrugged, "you know how it is, but she always makes it back," he gave Gojo a side-long look, his eyes softening slightly.

The night waned on when the two finally made it to the diner, and everyone could tell that even though Gojo was with them, he wasn't really there. His mind was elsewhere. Thinking of someone. Thinking of y/n.

The day she died was a long time ago.

She was a jujutsu sorcerer, and they all had just graduated from Jujutsu Tech. She even became a teacher, too.

No one saw it coming, though. When she died, that is. And she didn't die by some cursed spirit. In fact, she ... she killed herself. No one knows why either. She didn't leave a note, there weren't any warning signs. She was just .. here one day and gone the next.

Everyone would say the same thing.

"She was a happy person."

"She couldn't have been depressed!"

"She had so much to live for!"

By the time that everyone was done and it time to go home, Gojo found himself waving to everyone and ambling on to his home. Feet treading against the ground as he walked.

It was so hard.

It was so hard keeping himself from smiling. Everyone thinks he's in denial about your death, but they couldn't be farther from the truth.

Because guess what?

You're very much alive and being kept very safe in his home. Locked away where only he can see you.

He thought about telling Suguru, but he thought better of it. Suguru wouldn't understand, he just knows it!

"I'm home~!"

The moment he opened the door, he immediately heard the soft padding of feet coming towards him. A smile cracked upon his perfect lips as he shut the door behind him, locked it, and then held his arms out.

And y/n flung herself right into his awaiting embrace, "You're home! What took so long?!"

There was also another small detail he was keeping hidden.

The day she supposedly "killed" herself was also a day that the higher ups sent her on a tough mission. The cursed spirit that she faced against hit her head pretty hard and gave her amnesia. The only thing she could remember was Gojo, who he was, and that she was dating him. She couldn't remember her own name or where she lived, and Gojo? He saw this as a perfect opportunity.

She was his, right for the taking.

It's been a few years since then and y/n hasn't remembered anything, and honestly Gojo wouldn't have it any other way.

"Sorry, sorry. My friends were holding me up. They were so insistent on eating out tonight."

"Can't I meet your friends some day?"

"Nope~"

And he left it at that because she knew better than to push him.

"Now, did you eat already?"

"Mmhm."

"Great! Let's get ready for bed then, I've been wanting to cuddle with you all day!"

"Ok! Can we watch that new movie you got too?"

"Anything for you~!"

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mylovelies-docx · 6 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 10

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?! I'm finally posting Part 10 after an unplanned/unexpected hiatus?

Yes. I am. Sorry for the long wait!

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Angst, HYDRA experimentation, mentions of death. (Dear sweet Hyunjin in the gif below also a CW for myself and other Stays)

Word Count: 3,075

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[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7][Part 8][Part 9]

You hear Bucky’s key rattle in the front door and the soft snick as it closes downstairs. You’d arrived at your shared home only minutes ago, but that was plenty of time for you to race upstairs, lock your door, and start bawling into the pillow. You hiccup and choke, suffocating the sounds into the cotton fabric clenched between your teeth.

Why?! Why did Bucky have to go and say that shit? As much as you had hoped and begged the universe for Bucky to say those words to you earlier this year, it responds to your pleas now?! You’ve spent months resigning yourself to having him as a friend only – that’s what he said he wanted!

Why would he change his mind? Is it because he’s had a change of heart? Doubtful. Bucky was very certain in his decision to shut you down and out of his life. So what? Is it because you’re hanging out with Petre? Is he jealous? How? Why?

Bucky’s actions towards you tonight make no sense. Why would he say something that he knew would upset you? And if he didn’t think they’d upset you, what’d he expect? That you’d run and leap into his arms, no more words needed? Why the hell would he think that’s what would happen? He can’t just act like he didn’t completely eviscerate your heart that night in the alley and that morning in the kitchen.

Those days are burned into your memory, not a day goes by that you don’t remember the way your words affected him and his response. He was so betrayed and angry that he lashed out at you for admitting that you wanted more than the no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits situation that you had.

But now – now! – he wants to say you could be together? Together in what way? As fuck-buddies again? Hell no. There’s no way that you will ever put yourself through that pain and hardship again. Not for him, not for anybody. You want something real.

You’d wanted something real with Bucky, but he’d shot you down as soon as you’d brought it up.

Bucky’s footsteps shuffle from the front door and up the stairs, stopping just outside your door. You hold your breath but continue to flinch as your lungs spasm on unuttered cries.

A soft rap sounds at your door and Bucky murmurs your name softly into the doorjamb. You squeeze your eyes shut and keep your voice as calm and level as possible, but it still cracks when you say his name. “Leave me alone, Bucky.”

“Doll, I –”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You respond vehemently, chucking your wet pillow at the door. It smacks against the wood with a thwump and lands in a sad heap on the floor. It looks just like how you feel. “Just go away.”

You can hear Bucky suck in a shaky breath, but you refuse to picture his watery eyes and quivering lip. He has a right to feel like shit, but you are under no obligation to try and assuage his guilt when he’s the one that caused this whole mess.

His bare feet tread across the hallway and into his bedroom, his bedroom door barely making any sound as he closes it behind him. His shower starts up a few seconds later and stays on for nearly an hour. After that, his bed creaks and there’s not another sound to be heard.

You don’t sleep that night.

***

“I need to leave.”

“What?” Nat hisses through the phone. It may be 4 am here, but the team is having dinner together right now back in New York. Nat’s whispering voice is her attempt at keeping this conversation between the two of you while she walks away from the dining room to talk. You can hear her boot-clad leg thunk, thunk, thunk its way across the hardwood floors as she finds privacy.

“I need to get away from Bucky,” you explain further.

“What did that fucker do this time?” Nat questions menacingly, already gearing up to kick Bucky’s ass with no information.

You heave a sigh and watch your breath fog in the air, the cloud hanging heavy in front of your face before slowly dissipating in the humid, cold air. “He… he said something about us. As in, him and I. Like we could go back to how we were.” You bite your chapped lips and worry the dry pieces of skin with your teeth. “I didn’t handle it very well.”

Nat is silent for a long moment, the other end of the line buzzing over the long distance. Finally, she says, “He said he wanted to be friends with benefits again?”

“Well not exactly,” you hedge. “He got all weird and jealous when I was hanging out with Petre last night like I always do. We got into a fight and he said that it could be us sneaking off together like we used to and I just… I lost it.” You hurriedly wipe an oncoming tear out of your eye, surprised you’re even hydrated enough to produce anything after last night’s sob fest. You suck in a shaky breath and continue. “Nat, I can’t do it again. I can’t.”

“I know, honey,” Nat consoles, her voice soft as she shushes you. “I won’t let you do that to yourself again, either. You know I’m here for you – and so is the rest of the team.” You make a questioning noise at that last part and Nat explains. “Well… the whole team kind of knows why you left.”

“...they do?” You press the palm not holding your phone against your forehead, pushing hard to focus on anything but the embarrassment the situation makes you feel. You chuckle humorlessly and say, “Everybody must think I’m pathetic now.”

“We absolutely do not,” Nat states defensively. “Wanda and I were giving him so much shit after you left and no one knew why – Bucky eventually had to tell everyone after I nearly put him in a coma when he finally found the guts to spar with me.”

You do crack a genuine smile and laugh at that. “You’re telling me Wanda was mean to him?”

“Well, I mean,” Nat laughs as well, “she didn’t put smiley faces on his pancakes when she made everybody breakfast. Trust me when I say everyone noticed her displeasure with him.”

You feel the overwhelming urge to wrap Nat and Wanda up in hugs that are long overdue. The love for your friends overflows from your heart and manifests in your words: “I love you guys so much.” It’s no substitute for the hugs you want to give, but it’s all you can offer at the moment.

“We love you, too,” Nat replies. You’re both quiet for a moment, you soaking in the silence of the frozen outdoors and Nat chewing on the question you can practically hear filling her mouth and pushing against her lips.

You sigh heavily. “Out with it, Nat.”

She sucks in a breath before starting. “You know I’m always on your side…”

“Uh-huh.”

“...but are you sure that’s what Bucky meant?” she finishes.

“Huh?” you question dumbly. “What else could he have meant? He accused me of going off and fucking Petre every time we left a room – TMI, but that’s exactly what Bucky and I used to do. So when Bucky said we could be like that, I don’t see how he could have meant anything else.”

You hear a smack from Nat’s side of the line and a grumbled ‘stupid motherfucker…’ before she composes herself and resumes the conversation. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

“Not particularly,” you respond. “I’d rather you just come and get me.”

“You know I would in a heartbeat, but this mission took a long time to set up…”

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh. “I wouldn’t actually leave over this, but it’s just nice to know that you’d come and get me if I asked.”

“Always,” she says.

You and Nat chat for a little longer before you end the call, citing your need to head into ‘work’ soon. You hang up, feeling better for having spoken with your best friend.

Your improved mood lets you ponder on what Nat was trying to get at about Bucky’s intentions. Does she know something you don’t? The answer is likely yes, her being who she is and all. But if she has reason to doubt your interpretation of Bucky’s actions last night, don’t you owe it to yourself to find out for sure?

Mind made up, you send a short text to Bucky.

Can we talk?

A few seconds pass as you type out a follow-up message, but you’re interrupted by Bucky’s text.

You’re not here. Where are you?

You smile at the realization that Bucky had to have sprinted to your room, saw your empty bed, and then searched the entire house in record time before sending his text.

Your stomach fills with anticipatory nervousness, but you remind yourself that you’ve already gone through hell without Bucky once, so if there’s something in the way of being in each other’s lives you need to clear it up.

I’m getting an early start at work. I’ll call you during lunch?

Please.

***

The morning rushes by in a blur. Your tasks take you up, down, and around areas of the HYDRA facility you’ve never had access to before. You can’t be seen lingering around any certain area, but you take every opportunity to peek inside rooms and hallways when no one else is around.

There’s one particular hallway that catches your attention – not because there’s any screaming or moaning coming from the cells along the walls, but because there is a steady beep, beep, beeping coming from multiple heart rate monitors.

You’re unable to investigate since a scientist with dark hair stands at one of the open cells at the end of the hall. His clipboard hangs down at his side as his other hand rests on the doorjamb as he watches whatever is happening inside. He’s too far away for you to get a good look at him, but his height and build seem… familiar. You stare for long seconds as he continues to linger, wracking your brain for how you recognize him, but footsteps down your hallway cause the man to startle and scurry away in the opposite direction.

The person who scared the man away rounds the corner towards you. You recognize them as the scientist that had sent you down here in the first place. Quickening your pace, you rush over to them.

“Hello, sir. Here are the materials you requested.”

“Yes, quite,” the man says as he takes the samples from your hands.

He riffles through the sealed bags and paper work, a concentrated look on his face. You stand politely next to him, your hands folded in front of you while you wait for a dismissal.

“Argh!” the scientist exclaims in anger. “That absolute buffoon! She can’t even label correctly.” He looks up and pins you with a cold stare. “You. Go collect the bloodwork – and do it correctly!”

He shoves a piece of paper with the subject’s ID number and location into your chest. You reach up quickly to catch it and bow your head in deference. “Yes, sir. Right away.”

He storms off, stomping his way to presumably berate the poor technician who collected the samples the first time.

You sigh, glancing down at your phone. It’s well-past lunchtime and you need to call Bucky, but this task needs to be completed first. You’ll call Bucky soon and hopefully he’ll apologize and clear everything up. The anxiety from this morning returns and causes your stomach to tighten and a lump to form in your throat.

It’s okay, you tell yourself. He’s been trying to apologize since it happened. If he confesses the reason behind why he got weirdly jealous last night, you will tell him that he has no reason to be – that there hasn’t been anyone for him to be jealous over. Especially not a civilian during an undercover mission.

Would that be too much? Would he think that if you haven’t been with anyone since you left that you’re still hung up on him? Even though you told him you’d never actually loved him (a massive, bald-faced lie), would he still accept your words at face value even when your actions contradict them?

Why did he say all that last night?

If he doesn’t want to have any kind of intimacy with you, why’d he suggest being friends with benefits again? Did he suggest being friends with benefits again? It certainly seemed like that was what he was implying, but Nat’s words from this morning makes you doubt your assumption.

If he wasn’t talking about reverting back to your situationship that you both clearly regretted – for different reasons – then what?

Ugh, you sigh. This is too much. You’ll figure it out when you call him.

You find the medical supply closet and collect the needles, tourniquets, vials, and labels necessary for the samples. Looking down the list, you see that the location is actually the hallway you were interested in earlier. Gathering your supplies onto a cart, you head out.

***

You’ve collected two of the samples when you run into Olaf, the contact you last spoke with when you first arrived. You had just left Subject #268’s room and nearly ran right into the man.

“Oh, hello,” you greet sincerely before registering the wild look in his eyes and his bloodless face. “What’s wrong?”

Olaf shoves you back into the room and looks around frantically. “I need to go,” he states, frightened. “I need to leave and I have to take my family with me.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you murmur, setting your hand on his shoulder. “Deep breaths.” You show him an exaggerated inhale and exhale, staring into his eyes and trying to calm him down. “Tell me what’s going on.”

The breathing exercise does nothing for him. Olaf grabs your hand and squeezes hard. “They know.”

“They know?” you question. “Who knows what?”

“They know that I contacted the Avengers!” He nearly shouts. You shush him with your other hand over his mouth, but he rips it away and continues. “They know I brought you here and that we’re trying to shut this place down.”

“Hold up,” you plead. Your heart races in your chest at the implications. “Why do you say that?”

“I heard them!” he rasps. “I heard them discussing the ‘rats in the organization’ and that they’re finally ready to get rid of them.”

“And you think that’s us? Why?”

“Why else would they mention my name and the Avengers in the same sentence moments later?!” Tears leak down Olaf’s face and his breaths heave in and out of his chest.

“Okay. Okay,” you say, a million thoughts and plans running through your mind. “Get out of here. Go get your family and run – it doesn’t matter if you look suspicious since they’re already aware of the situation.”

Olaf nods his head rapidly and starts to back out of the door and into the hall. “What about you?” he questions weakly.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say. “I’ll wrap things up here. Just go!”

He nods again and turns to run down the hall, but stops dead in his tracks. A horrible, gut-wrenching feeling invades you. You step out into the hallway and find…

“Petre?” you whisper.

Petre stands there, with his dark hair and clipboard – he’s the one you saw in this hallway earlier. Your brain short-circuits while trying to put all the information together.

You hear Olar whimper behind you. You turn your head and mutter quickly: “Go.” Olaf bolts down the hallway and out of sight.

You turn back to face Petre, his eyes wide and breathing heavy.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him. “How much did you just hear?”

Petre hesitates for a moment before responding. “Enough.”

“Petre,” your voice is hard. “What are you doing here?”

“They…” his lip quivers. “They have my sister.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. “They have Sasha? I thought she was just sick?”

“She is,” he says. “They said that they’re the only ones who can cure her, so my parents… we agreed to their treatment plan. But then they started asking for more and more things – things mother and father weren’t comfortable with. But they said we have to comply if we want Sasha to get better – so I came here at their demand.”

You suck in a deep breath. Something about Petre’s broken, dejected demeanor sends a wave of foreboding through you. “Grab Sasha and run, Petre. You know who I am now. I can help you.”

Petre shakes his head sadly. “She’ll die.”

“No. No, Dr. Cho can figure out what’s wrong – she can help Sasha.” But Petre’s head continues to shake.

“They give her something everyday, something that will kill her if she doesn’t receive her next dose at the correct time. I… I’m sorry. I have to protect my sister.”

A tear slips down Petre’s cheek as he begins to back away from you.

“Petre, please,” you beg. “Give me five minutes.”

“I can’t,” he whispers, and takes off.

You curse and start running. The only thing you can do is get to the control room and wreak havoc. You thunder through the hallways of the compound, dodging scientists and slamming and locking the doors that separate different wings from each other.

The lights shut off. A loud, blaring siren rings through the facility and emergency lights flash red. On, off. On, off. Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness, then are assaulted by the light only fractions of a second later – the strobing effect causing the scene to look like stop-motion animation.

You recognize the area you’re in, realizing that the control room is only a few doors away. Shouting and the clambering of combat boots to your left catches your attention. A whole host of agents run towards you, weapons drawn.

You put on a burst of speed, grabbing the control room door jamb and swinging inside. You close the door and drag a desk to barricade it – it won’t hold for long, but it’s better than nothing. You turn to find several men rising from their desks, startled looks on their faces.

Grimacing, you begin the arduous task of taking lives.

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Part 11

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dilfguzzler · 8 months

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john price nsfw headcanons!

i'm currently hyperfixated on john price and want to write more for him. i always like to do an nsfw alphabet to get a feel for the character in my little bird brain

enjoy! open to requests (price and ghost only atm)

f!reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

his form of aftercare is definitely quality time. he will have just obliterated you, your mind is in outer fucking space. he'll pull you on top of him, not even cleaning you up yet, just wanting to give you time to come back to yourself.

sometimes the feelings are so much and you'll be crying, just feeling the feels and he'll stroke your back, murmuring how good you were for him, how you're his best girl. once you're fully back to your right mind, he'll get you some water, clean you up and cuddle you until you have a sleep

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

john price is an ass man. nothing else to be said.

he likes his hands. out in the field they cause damage and destruction. but they also keep you safe. they're also the hands that can make you scream and cry in pleasure. he also knows that you have a slight hand kink, so that's a bonus.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

INSIDE. the only time mr. breeding kink will ever not cum in your cunt is if he's coming in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to share you. wants to watch you be fucked by his boys while he watches. wants to place you in any position he wants like he's conducting his own porn shoot. he doesn't know if his possessive streak would ever actually let this happen though.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

this man has been around. hoowee he knows exactly what he's doing, knows things about your body that you didn't even now

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

honestly, he's up for pretty much anything. he likes to be in control so even if you're riding him, be sure he's the one really in control.

he loves missionary, seeing your face, and command you to keep your eyes open and on him. he can get some real power behind his thrusts in missionary too, so much that you're limping a bit for a few days after.

also, doggy. see B, ass-man

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely more serious. like he might crack a dry-ass dad joke, but he takes his fucking seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

this man is HAIRY. he keeps it under control but he's a very hairy dude

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

this one is a tricky one because i definitely think he has two sides.

one side is the feral, dominant man who just wants to FUCK.

the other is this old-fashioned guy, definitely still dominant, who wants to be romantic and charm the pants off you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

over his years in the army and the SAS, he has gotten pretty close with his hand. the only difference now when he's away, he has some abso-fucking-lutely delightful polaroids of you. he particularly loves the ones you sneak into his pockets before he leaves. those are always a nice surprise.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

this man is a kinky old boy. as mentioned before he is mr. breeding kink. defo daddy kink vibes although i cant decide if he likes to be called daddy or sir more. i think he has certain moods for each.

like sometimes he's in the mood to wreck you and wants your total obedience, this is when he likes to be sir.

sometimes he feels a little bit softer and wants you to be his good girl, and is willing to allow you a little bit of leeway and let you mess around a bit more or whatever

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's a traditional guy. he likes to take you in bed as it's easiest (and god, does he hate to admit it, but his back can't really take anywhere else anymore)

he loves to take you soft and slow on the couch though.

oh, and he'll never forget you sitting on his lap for 2 hours straight, his cock buried to the hilt inside you. he was so proud of you for your minimal squirming and whining.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

simply, you. you literally just wake up in the morning beside him and he wants to fuck you into the middle of next week.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think he'd ever want to hurt you. like he's not against a bit of slapping, bruising you and being rough but he's always very controlled and knows what he's doing. he would never want to genuinely, seriously hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's a certified pussy eater, i know it. the beard adds so much. but when he eats you out, he's running on his time, he won't stop after one, two, three times. he goes until his jaw hurts.

and while he loves eating you out. fuck it if he doesn't love your mouth on his cock. sometimes he'll just leave you there while he watches the match and smokes a cigar. it's his favourite way to relax.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

as i said above, i think he definitely has two moods. so it depends

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's a busy chap, so yeah he's up for quickies. it's not his favourite of course but sometimes he just needs to be inside you, and he'll take what he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's up for experimenting. but he will never put your safety at risk. also, his job requires a certain level of discretion so he can't be doing anything that could jeopardise that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he hates to think about it, but he can't go like he could in his 20s. he can last ages but he needs a bit more time between rounds. but that doesn't mean there's no time for fun in while he's regrouping himself.

if he's feeling mean, he'll pull out your toy collection and use all sorts of fun stuff on you, not giving you a chance to recover

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes. you have a toy box full of all sorts of goodies. he loves scouring the internet looking for different things he can use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he does NOT like to be teased. but he will tease you omg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's grunter lol. he'll say some nasty, sweet things to you.

although, you'll never forget the time you made him almost squeal when you did something with your hips while riding him. that was fun

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he's kind of a meanie sometimes and he's so glad you love it and love his grumpy side. he never thought he'd find someone he'd align with so well, not only sexually, but in every other way too.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6.5in, uncut, thick but not too thick y'know, kind of curves upwards

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as it once was. he loves to fuck but he's also 100% content to sit and watch some shite tv with you or watch you make dinner or some other domestic stuff

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

won't fall asleep until he knows you're happy and fully back to yourself. he's also gotten into the habit of needing a cigar after sex. he can't sleep until he ticks certain boxes

#john price #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x fem reader #captain john price #cod mw x reader #captain price #john price smut #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #price x reader

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Twice as wet - Mike Wheeler x reader

Part 1/2.

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x f!reader

Warnings: slight NSFW, but tasteful I swear ok bye

It was a hot summer’s day, but not as hot as you. Your hair was shinier than ever and your smile was to die for, after all. Your confidence in your body had increased in the last year or so, and ever since you moved to Hawkins a month ago, it had sky rocketed, for some reason. You had just turned 18 and were ready to meet some cute guys.

Just not today.

Your mom had hired some neighbourhood kid to mow the lawn, and told you to stay home all afternoon to pay him afterwards, since she would be out to run some errands. So you sat on your couch, bored in a bikini and a pair of your shortest shorts, unable to jump in the backyard pool until that damn boy’s arrival.

At 1 p.m. sharp, your doorbell rang. You walked to the door and opened it gently.

- Uh, hello, are-are you y/n? - The boy asked, his head slightly tilted down so he would look you in the eyes. Man, was he TALL.

- Hi, that’s me - you smiled sweetly, trying to remember his name - and you’re… Michael, right? My mom told me to wait for you.

- Yes, that’s right… You can call me Mike, though - he scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, licking his lips.

That really got your attention. You examined his face for a second. His perfect jet black hair, his fair skin, plump red lips, delicate little freckles… Ugh. He’s so beautiful. Your lips cracked open as you wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. It was nearly a trance.

- So uh, should I get started on the lawn? - he grinned, shyly.

- Oh, yes - you said, as your eyes shot wide open, breaking that trance. - Sure. Come, I’ll show you where everything is.

You showed him around the garden and the garage: where the lawn mower was, how it worked and the area he needed to mow: your front yard first, and then the backyard, just around the pool. You tried to keep your cool and be normal about it, hoping he hadn’t noticed your staring when he arrived.

But he did. Mike Wheeler had been 18 for a few months right now, and he couldn’t believe such a pretty girl would check him out like that. He also tried to keep his cool, of course. He needed those summer jobs to afford a new guitar, and wouldn’t risk doing anything to displease you.

After the front yard was done, Mike circled around the house and got to the backyard - just to see you sunbathing near the pool.

Fuck, she’s perfect, he thought, as you got up and turned around, giving him a good look of your figure. What he wasn’t expecting, though, is that you jumped in the water a few seconds later.

As you emerged from the water, your hair darker and your eyes slightly squinted because of the sun, he couldn’t help but also notice all the little water droplets that were dripping from your face to your chest.

He was definitely checking you out. Ugh, thank God, you thought. Finally a cute boy I can obsess over. Because of course, you wouldn’t obsess over anyone who wasn’t obsessed with you too. As the work was all done, he put the lawn mower back on its place and walked over to you.

- Thank you so much, darling - you said, batting your eyelashes at him, your legs dangling from the edge of the pool. - There’s a red envelope on the fridge with your payment. I guess you could grab it later…

- Later? - he said, confused.

- Yes, after a little swim with me… in here - you said, smiling as if you had just offered him a drink of water.

Mike chuckled. He was definitely taking a sip.

- I mean… c-can I? - he asked, just in case.

- Of course, i got plenty of towels you could dry off with later… my mom won’t mind, she’s not coming back home until, at least, 7 p.m… What do you say?

Mike smiled at you as he yanked his shirt from the back of his neck. Just that single movement already made your insides twitch. Oh, that boy was in for a treat.

As he took off his pants and sneakers, you simply watched, no longer worrying about getting caught staring at him. He sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, his cheeks a bit red. Maybe from the sun, maybe from shyness.

You leaned in to kiss him, there was no point in waiting. He kissed you back softly, his hands grabbing your waist gently, as if he was afraid to scare you off. You were so pretty, he couldn’t believe it. Your right hand reached for his face, caressing it lightly, as you held his arm with your left hand and slowly guided him to actually enter the pool, so you would both stand up in it. Now your bodies were touching, and you hoped he couldn’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as you grabbed a fistful of his perfect hair and scratched his back with your nails, now fully making out with him.

He reached for your thighs and brought you up to his waist, intensifying your lust. You wrapped your legs around him, holding yourself in place, as his hands slowly left your butt after a few good grips. You had never been so grateful for that pool.

Mike Wheeler had the biggest boner of his life. His underwear was white and now completely wet, plus he had a hard-on - great. What if you were offended by it? Was that uncalled for? Those questions left his brain the second your soft hand reached down under the water.

Damn, that boy was packing some heat down there. He jumped out of his skin with your touch, at first, but melted into it a second later.

- I know you’re kissing me in the pool just to get me twice as wet - you said, chuckling, as your foreheads were touching. - But maybe we should continue this on dry land.

- Sure, whatever you want, princess - he said, enchanted by you.

- Whatever I want, huh? - you put your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side. - That’s good to hear. I might take advantage of this later, though.

#finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard smut #mike wheeler x reader #finn wolfhard #mike wheeler #stranger things #imagine #miles fairchild #lol i tried

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ifangirlalot · 6 months

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˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

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[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] violent and dark themes, gore, kidnapping, murder, obsession, implied stalking

Please keep in mind that this is an AU. Nothing more, nothing less. Bear in mind that hate will not be taken lightly, and I WILL block you.

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❛ A is for Affection ༉‧₊˚

↳ How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Finn is weirdly gentle with the way he shows his affection for the most part. His touches are feather light, almost like he's afraid he'll break you. He likes touching your hair and your neck because he likes how soft you are. Aside from that, he also buys you plenty of gifts, usually in the form of small, dainty jewelry, like necklaces or earrings.

❛ B is for Blood ༉‧₊˚

↳ How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Finn isn't super big on gore and blood, he actually has a pretty weak stomach, so whenever he deems it necessary to resort to violence, he usually tries to keep things blood-free and easily cleaned up. He prefers psychological torture more than anything but if that isn't an option, he'll snap the necks of those he deems a threat.

❛ C is for Cruelty ༉‧₊˚

↳ How cruel would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No. Finn wouldn't mock you. He'd be sympathetic for you and how scared you would be by the situation. He isn't oblivious to how fucked up it is, and he'd be sure to let you know that no harm will come to you, so long as you comply and be good.

❛ D is for Darling ༉‧₊˚

↳ Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

No. Honestly, abducting you in the first place was kind of pushing it for Finn. He's kind of going for a Beauty and the Beast type situation, where if he's nice to you and gives you everything you could ever want, you'll fall in love with him. He's self-aware and knows that this is a fucked up fantasy. He would never force his affections upon you. When he touches you, he is sure to keep his touch and kiss light so that you may push him away if you so desire.

❛ E is for Exposed ༉‧₊˚

↳ How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Finn practically bares his whole soul to you. He wants you to see him as a person rather than your captor. He regularly sits down with you and talks to you about his thoughts and feelings, about how sorry he is that he put you into this situation and that he hopes you understand that he's too far in to let you go now.

❛ F is for Fight ༉‧₊˚

↳ How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd understand. It would hurt his feelings immensely, but he would understand completely. He knows he's a bad person for keeping you against your will and trying to force a love connection between you, and some part of him even admires you for fighting him.

❛ G is for Game ༉‧₊˚

↳ Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, this is far from a game to Finn. He knows you regularly attempt to escape his grasp, and some part of him is regretful that he has to watch you so closely to thwart your plans. It makes him sad that his affections aren't working to make you love him, and he hates that you want so badly to leave him.

❛ H is for Hell ༉‧₊˚

↳ What is their darling's worst experience with them?

Since Finn isn't abusive, there haven't been many painful experiences for you in Finn's hold. By far the worst thing he's ever done to you is abduct/stalk you. What happened was, he saw you at his favorite record store and was immediately enamored by you. Something cracked within him. He crept behind you after you had left and followed you home, using the shadows from the night to his advantage. He felt so incredibly disgusting for doing so, but something inside of him was pushing him to do it. He spent weeks, months even, watching you. Absorbing your patterns. Learning your habits. Then one day, that crack within him snapped in half and he knew he had to have you. So one night while you were sleeping, he quietly slid your bedroom window open, chloroform-soaked handkerchief in hand. Slowly, so slowly, he pressed the cloth to your mouth and gave you a look filled with regret as he whispered, "I'm so sorry."

❛ I is for Ideals ༉‧₊˚

↳ What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Ideally, obviously, Finn would one day like you to realize you love him too. At the moment, that's as far as he's gotten, because he doesn't want to give his hopes up thinking about having a family with you when he isn't even sure you'll ever love him.

❛ J is for Jealousy ༉‧₊˚

↳ How do they handle jealousy? Do they lash out or do they find a way to cope?

Finn gets jealous quite easily, actually. Though, it isn't the lashing out, I'm so pissed I could murder someone type of jealous. At least, not super often. It's incredibly rare that he gets the angry type of jealous. Finn's jealousy is more along the lines of I'll never be good enough for you, it's pointless to hope you will ever love a monster like me type of jealous. His way of coping is just to love up to you, cuddling you, mostly just to make himself feel loved by you for at least a few moments, even if he knows he's delusional and that the cuddling is completely one sided.

❛ K is for Kisses ༉‧₊˚

↳ How do they kiss their darling?

Finn's kisses are, as said before, feather light. Practically whispers against your lips. His favorite way to kiss you is by slowly sliding his hands along your shoulders, neck, and to your cheeks. Then he'll slowly lean in and leave little butterflies kisses. He never full on kisses you with deep, forceful mannerisms, he feels that would freak you out.

❛ L is for Love Story ༉‧₊˚

↳ How do they meet their darling? How would they go about courting/pursuing their darling?

As stated above, Finn met you at the record store. Unfortunately, the idea of approaching you and asking to hang out didn't occur to him until after he'd already been stalking you for a couple weeks, which needless to say, made him question himself immensely.

❛ M is for Mask ༉‧₊˚

↳ Are their true colors drastically different when they're with their darling than when they are with everyone else?

Finn's personality isn't drastically different with you than with everyone else. He speaks to you like he would his friends, the only difference is he isn't keeping his friends captive in his apartment.

❛ N is for Nemesis ༉‧₊˚

↳ Who do they consider a rival?

He doesn't really have any one specific rival, he really just detests all the men in your life in general.

❛ O is for Obsession ༉‧₊˚

↳ Are they more obsessive or possessive?

Finn falls more on the obsessive side of the spectrum. He's not super possessive of you, but he does think about you near constantly. You rule over his every thought, he thinks about you whenever he does anything, even when it doesn't pertain to you.

❛ P is for Patience ༉‧₊˚

↳ How patient are they with their darling?

As you'd expect, Finn is incredibly patient. He wants nothing more than for you to love him, and he's afraid that if he's forceful or cruel to you, you will never love him. So, he lets you lash out at him, hit him when he comes too close to you, yell at him, demand him to let you go. He takes it all stoically, without a word and without anger.

❛ Q is for Quit ༉‧₊˚

↳ If their darling leaves, dies, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to die, or to leave and successfully escape, Finn would be devastated. Though the pain would be heavy enough to want to end his own life, he would never do so because in his mind, he doesn't deserve the sweet release of death. For he failed to keep his darling safe from harm, and to capture your heart. He would never get over you, and if he ever managed to, it would be years and years and years into the future. Most likely, his new darling would bare a heavy resemblence to you, because even if he moved on, he would never truly get over you and the affects you had upon him.

❛ R is for Regret ༉‧₊˚

↳ Would they ever feel guilty for abducting their darling? Would they ever let them go?

Finn feels guilty for kidnapping you all the time, he often toys with the idea of just letting you go and seeing if you will come back to him, but ultimately he never does. For one thing, he doesn't want to risk you leaving him and never returning. For another, he's scared you'll turn him in and he'll get arrested.

❛ S is for Stigma ༉‧₊˚

↳ What brought about this side of them?

Not even Finn himself is sure what brought it about. His past relationships were all fairly basic for the most part. He wasn't a bad boyfriend by any means, but he also wasn't a super protective one. But when he saw you.. something inside of him just broke. He wonders if maybe he had been like this all along, and that there was just something about you that brought it to the surface.

❛ T is for Tears ༉‧₊˚

↳ How do they feel about seeing their darling scream/cry/isolate themselves?

He hates it. It makes him feel awful. He is sad enough to let you know that he's here for you and loves and cares for you deeply, but respectful of you enough to keep his distance. He tries to make you feel better by leaving little gifts by your bed.

❛ U is for Unique ༉‧₊˚

↳ Do they do anything different that traditional yandere?

Finn isn't nearly as violent or possessive as yanderes typically are.

❛ V is for Vice ༉‧₊˚

↳ What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His love for you and his regret at resorting to kidnapping. Your best chance at escape is to butter him up by kissing him, hugging him, sitting in his lap and pretending to love him back. Then he would be more comfortable with letting you leave, and then he'd practically be giving you permission to escape.

❛ W is for Wit's End ༉‧₊˚

↳ Would they ever hurt their darling?

Absolutely not. Finn would never raise a hand against you in any way.

❛ X is for Xoanon ༉‧₊˚

↳ How would they revere/worship their darling?

He worships you from a distance. Honestly, his reverance for you is almost unhealthy. He puts you on a pedestal and is utterly convinced that you could do no wrong.

❛ Y is for Yearn ༉‧₊˚

↳ How long do they pine for their darling before they snap?

For Finn, it took about six months of stalking/pining before he finally snapped and took you home.

❛ Z is for Zenith ༉‧₊˚

↳ Would they ever break their darling?

No. He doesn't even consider that an option.

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phantombstone · 6 months

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LOST BET | GHOST X READER

He lost a bet to Soap and Gaz and now he's paying the consequences.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

TW: None.

WC: 762.

Only a few more hours. "Only".

Those bastards had picked the worst day for the bet. In a few minutes there was a meeting that Ghost had been called to, but he was still sitting in the room with his back pressed to the door, his mind filled with homicidal, gory thoughts. As soon as the bet was over, Soap and Gaz had better run and pray he wouldn't catch them.

He sighed, leaning his forehead on his forearms which he kept crossed over his knees, bent towards his chest. He was trying to disappear, making himself smaller and smaller.

"Fuckin' hell", he cussed under his breath. "Once I'm out, they're done living"

His mask laid beside him, motionless. He didn't even dare to touch it, it was as if he was afraid of "infecting" it with the girly pop energy of what he was dared to wear. He had no idea where Gaz had found it, but that... pink, shiny... teeth-rotting... thing - thing, because there was no other term to describe what he was wearing - certainly wasn't to the taste of any of the girls at the base, especially you.

Thinking of you made his stomach twisted. God. How could he even face you in those conditions? You, his Achilles heel.

"Bloody hell". He lifted his head from his arms and rested them on the surface of the door behind him, his eyes shut.

"I'm not fuckin' goin' to the meeting", he decided after contemplating the ceiling for a long while. It had probably already started, it wasn't even worth showing up at that point.

A soft knock woke him from his thoughts. He jumped in surprise but quickly regained his composure.

"Hey Simon, everything okay?", you asked from behind the door.

Fuck, what was he supposed to say now? Yes? So why didn't he show up to the meeting? No? Maybe it was better to lie.

"I have fever".

"Oh. Could you please let me enter?".

No way. There was no way. Not you.

"Not a good idea, you'll get sick".

"Come on Simon, I'm not scared".

He didn't know what to do or say, so he just stayed silent in hope you would stop asking him questions and go away. He loved you but couldn't stand to show himself in that way to you.

He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingertips.

"Simon?".

"I'm okay, no need to check on me".

He could feel you roll your eyes on the other side of the door.

"Simon Riley, you've never skipped a single meeting even though you clearly weren't interested in being there, and you also entered the battlefield with a 40°C fever. Remember that time? You couldn't even stand properly but came anyway".

He didn't respond.

"What's happening? Don't keep me outside of this".

"Nothing's happening".

"Soap and Gaz also told me to check on you. I was already on my way, but they were worried about you".

"Motherfuckers", he cussed in a low voice, but you heard him anyway.

"Motherfuckers?", you asked, confused.

"They are". They could've simply told you they he was okay and fine, that you needn't worry, but no.

"But why?". You were starting to take their side, and that wasn't good at all. Legitimate, because from the outside the situation took on a completely different meaning, but he didn't like it.

He sighed again, this time louder than the others.

"Simo-...n" was your first reaction when he opened the door to stop the argument before it even started: his pride mattered to him, but you of course were more important.

Your eyes widened and searched for his, hidden under his hand, no balaclava or mask in sight.

"What the fuck", you muttered before bursting out laughing.

You wrapped your arms around his bust to prove you loved him even though you were literally having fun at his expense.

"Feeling a little fairy today?", you joked and he grunted.

"So that's why you called them motherfuckers", you pointed out after a while, referring to Soap and Gaz. "Can't say you aren't right".

He said nothing, just stayed with his arms crossed and a hand covering his face.

You lowered his hand and kissed his knuckles, closing the door behind you to protect his privacy and his trust, consisting in fully exposing himself, from his face to that fucking horrible dress he was wearing.

"I will avenge you, love", you said, chuckling. "I'll make them wear dresses at least ten times worse than this one. Just you wait".

And he cracked a smile.

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neverchecking · 11 months

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LOVE what I've read from you so far, and may I request Hyrule with a reader flirting with him, (no pre-established relationship) just to see him all flustered? Can be Yandere or not, NSFW would be appreciated!

Take care of yourself ꨄ︎

You absolutely can! I adore flirty! character x Shy! Character so much!

Also, can I just shout both you and @welcometothefairgrounds out for your tags on the reblogs, they crack me up. Between the #Holy everloving FUCK and the #EVErYBrODY GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW , y'all. Had me kicking my feet, twirling my hair, fucking giggling-

Anyway~! I went for a softer Yandere, because c'mon. Hyrule would be such a soft Yandere.

NS*W, so MDNI!

Smut CW: Handjob, Reader is a little bit of a dom, praising Hyrule, and just and itty bitty tiny little bit of c*m eating...Hyrule is also a bit of a bottom. I'm sorry CAN YOU BLAME ME? MEN WHIMPERING JUST-

"Have I ever told you how pretty you look in red?"

Those were the words you told him once, leaning down to stare him in the eyes. You hair fell in a soft curtain around your head as you did so, that ever charming smirk on your face. He could see the twitch of your lips and the red blossoming along the very edges of your cheeks, which didn't make his own flush any better.

You had told him he looked pretty in red. You had said it after saying one thing or another which lead to him burying his face in his hands as he tried hiding behind his tunic. You seemed to take great joy in seeing him flush and while he adored red on you, he didn't see the appeal of it on him.

But it made you happy. And that was all he needed.

Some form of half-groan, half whine left his lips as he tried avoiding your gaze. He could feel his heart shudder in his chest as you leaned further into his space. What he wouldn't give to just lean in and kiss you. To feel your velvet lips against his, melding to his every move. To feel the way your body would move against his as he held your perfect cheeks in his hands. To gently lap at your bottom lip, maybe pinch it between his teeth if only to make you gasp just a bit, until you took charge as you always did.

"I didn't even do anything and you're turning redder by the moment. Thinking of me, traveler?"

Of course he was. He was always thinking about you. Constantly. You were the only thing on his mind at any given point in the day. The way you walked, the way you ate, the way you slept, the way you breathed. It all kept him awake a night, a hand clasped tightly around the fabric above his heart as he fought to keep his breathing even. Every part of you made his heart yearn and ache for things he never allowed himself. He wasn't allowed to love in his own world, but maybe in yours.

Your world, which you constantly wove intricate stories about, seemed nowhere near as enchanting as you made it seem. Maybe just the way you explained, a hand waving mindlessly beside you, is what made it seem so. You were what made it a place worthy of even existing in your presence. Your world may be the thing to allow him to love you. To hold and cherish you. Worship your every step. Even if you didn't need him, he would find a purpose in your life to keep him in your orbit. Did you need a hero? He could be yours. A healer? Every ache and pain could be waved away with a flurry of his magic. A companion? Anything to be by your side. A step-stool? If you wished to step on him, it would be his absolute honor.

"Maybe you are! How sweet of you, Hyrule. I think about you too!"

You thought about him? You, perfect, angelic you thought about him? Little ol' him? He graced your thoughts in the same vein he thought of you? Probably not, you occupied his every waking moment, but just to know you thought of him for a flutter of a second was enough to have his cheeks turning a crimson he didn't think possible. They seemed hot to the touch, but you were utterly amused by them.

One of your perfect fingers poked his cheek, even as he tried hiding it from you. How could he portray the image of a fear-less, unyielding hero when you could dwindle him to a sputtering mess with a flutter of your lashes?

"I think about you a lot, you know?"

Your voice dropped an octave as he fought the urge to hide to look you in the eyes. Your eyes were clouded with something he was unfamiliar with, lidded and pointed on him.

He swallowed something thick that settled on his tongue.

You slowly crawled over to him, caging him against the tree he originally was leaning against. His voice felt like it was going to crack before he even spoke. "D-Do you?"

You nodded. "I do. Wanna know what I think about?"

Your breath was hot against his ear as he keened upwards, body jolting at the rush of it. The feeling of you being so close was making his body jolt and quiver as his fingers dug into the dirt beneath him.

He found the will to nod.

His will did not last long as one of your hands gently reached for his best, teeth gracing the outer shell of his ear before pinching it gently between them. You could've asked anything from him at that very moment and he would've given it willingly. Wanted a monster slain? Done. A nation to fall at your feet? No worries. Wanted his own blood to revive the very monster he and his brothers were determined to keep dead? Take it all. He bled just for you.

Your palm felt heavy as it gently brushed along his crotch, fiddling with his belt buckle before it was falling undone and you were able to slip your hand between his pants and skin. His tanned skin felt hot to the touch, even to him, but you seemed unalarmed, tongue darting out to swipe along his jawline. His body simultaneously tensed and went lax under the feeling of your spit quickly cooling and your hand grasping at your wanted prize.

He shot up when your fingers wrapped along his shaft, gently tugging just as your teeth latched to his neck. Goosebumps riddled his skin as he leaned into your shoulder, jaw clenched tight enough he didn't risk biting into your own flawed skin. To tarnish your pristine skin would be a sin surely beyond forgiveness and he would not risk this gorgonizing experience. Everything about this felt ferly and perfect and he never wanted it to end.

Your fingers tightened, thumb gathering a drop of pre-cum that dribbled out of the tip to act as a lubricant as you picked up a steady rhythm.

He couldn't even help the whimpers coming out of him as his thighs shudders and his hands dug into the ground, yanking at the strands of grass and weeds in an effort to ground himself. It didn't work, the muscles in his thighs tightening along with the feeling in his groin as you worked your hand faster.

"I think about how pretty you would look, red in the face, cumming for me like the good boy you are."

You word was law, and who was he to disobey? Any hold he had over himself was let go as he jutted as far as your hold would allow him, crying out with his head falling back. His hips bucked wildly, meeting everyone of your thrusts beat for beat before he was teetering on the edge of overstimulation. You retracted your hand, making him whine in ache for your touch, but you held his attention as you pulled your fingers to your mouth. They were coated in a milky white sheen, dripping along your digits, which you then shoved in your mouth. Your tongue, pink and flush, lapped around your fingers, refusing to leave a trace even as he felt about ready to combust at the action.

When you were satisfied, you hummed happily, licking your lips as he vowed his total being to you. Something you had no idea of.

"And I was right. You're so pretty in red, Hyrule."

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autumnmobile12 · 10 months

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About the Infant Skull in the Belmont Hold

Trigger Warning: Sensitive topics below.

In a post I made last year, I pointed out the small skull in this display is case belongs to a baby.

The 'crack' down the center of the forehead is a frontal suture which closes between the ages of three to nine months, and to showcase the fact it's not just a cracked bone, the animators included a fontanelle between the bony plates of the skull, which closes before the age of two.

There is the skull of an infant in the Belmont Hold.

So what's the story here?

Theory 1: The Skull is a Vampire

This could have been a human baby that was turned by a vampire for whatever reason. Maybe this was some vampire's twisted idea of a pet. Maybe it was a horrifying, psychological trauma where a human woman lost her baby and after becoming a vampire, turned an infant into a vampire so as to never experience that pain again whilst tragically blind to the fact an immortal infant would never grow up.

If either of these were the case, whichever Belmont found this child could have viewed his or her death as a mercy. Since the baby would be immortal, it would be impractical to keep it alive forever, not to mention almost cruel because what kind of life is that? And it would be equally inhumane to leave the vampire to starve to death, so the options are limited.

The skull was brought home not as a trophy but as a specimen to study and serve as a grim reminder of a harsh reality.

...

Theory 2: The Skull is a Dhampir

Carmilla's above comment gives me the vague impression that it's not unheard of for a vampire to have a child with a human and then turn the human into a vampire, creating a family unit. (Just the way she says it. Like the unspoken line was, "You married a human, you succeeded in getting a child off her, so she was free to become a vampire after, no?" Turning Lisa after Adrian was born was the next natural step in her mind, so it baffles Carmilla why Dracula's wife remained human.) So maybe dhampirs are uncommon, but Alucard is far from the first one to ever exist.

So if the skull belonged to a dhampir like Alucard, this opens up another set of possibilities, but before I go into those, I want to address the Belmont Clan's potential view towards vampires and human-vampire hybrids. It's not clear if Alucard needs human blood to survive. He eats human food, but so do the vampires. Lenore comments they get their essential nutrients from blood, but whether or not this also pertains to dhampirs is up for debate. In the Gresit Underground Keep scene, it does look like he had some form of blood transfusion system possibly sustaining him, but this could arguably be a life and death situation. As in, he doesn't need blood to survive, but it can also save his life if need be.

There's also the possibility the blood-drinking is not the same across the board. (Say Alucard doesn't need blood to survive, but another dhampir was saddled with the shitty genetics that make blood a requirement.)

For the Belmonts, I can see dhampirs being a controversial subject. From Leon to Trevor's time, there are four centuries and countless individuals with their own set of similar but unique values and opinions, so it would be understandable for various Belmonts to have points of contention as well as shifts in viewpoint down the generations as new information about the enemy comes to light. Some members might have the stance of, "Dhampirs do not need blood to survive, are not a threat to humanity, and therefore it is unnecessary to hunt and kill them," while others may have taken the more extreme stance of, "Dhampirs are unnatural creatures that do not belong in this world any more than vampires do." Without the precedent of Alucard and Trevor having a common enemy, there would be nothing to sway the entire family one way or the other.

So if this is the case, the skull could have come from a vampire family similar to Dracula, Lisa, and Alucard's, and that family could have been discovered by a Belmont who made the decision to eradicate the them, including the dhampir for whichever reason:

The existence of dhampirs hadn't been discovered/confirmed yet, so the infant was assumed to be a vampire and it was viewed as a mercy killing out of ignorance. (Remember, Trevor thought Alucard was a vampire when they first met, so there is no visual difference between the two species.)

Dhampirs are assumed by the Belmonts to need blood to survive and are therefore a predator to humans that needs to be put down, again out of ignorance or just plain malice.

This particular Belmont was a heartless psychopath who had no qualms killing an innocent baby just for existing.

...

Theory 3: It's a Dhampir and the Belmonts Have a Really Fucked Up History With Dhampirs

There is also the possibility the mother of the dhampir child was a human woman that was raped and impregnated by a vampire. (Surviving somehow...?) In this scenario, there is a woman terrified by the idea she is about to birth a monster and goes to the local vampire experts for help. The Belmonts take her in until she delivers this unwanted child and the fate of the baby dhampir is entirely in their hands, which brings us back to the mentioned controversy among the family members.

If the mother abandons her 'monster' child, the Belmonts are left which the choice, "Do we kill it before it grows up to kill someone or do we give it a chance and let it live?"

Another possibility is the dhampir was brought up within the household for the purposes of 'studying' or 'rehabilitating' its nature. Say the family discovers dhampirs don't need to subsist on human blood and are relieved. "Wonderful. Dhampirs can live as humans and there is no need to kill them." The dhampir grows up happily among his or her adopted human family.

But then there is a tragic accident where he or she doesn't know their own strength and fatally harms a family member. The Belmonts then make the decision: Lock them up or execute them as a monster.

Based on this precedent, the family then closes off the idea that dhampirs can live as normal humans forever and they subsequently commit infanticide against any future dhampir children that cross their path, a blanket decision based entirely on a one-time misfortune.

Theory 4: The Belmonts Were Not the Cause

This again calls into question how dhampir physiology works, but maybe the infant died of an illness of failure to thrive. Alucard is strong and healthy, but that may not be same for other dhampirs, especially ones that may have been rejected as a 'freak' by both humans and vampires. He had the advantage of having a loving family and a safe environment in which to grow up. Other dhampirs might not have had the same good fortune and their health suffered for it. (Or they got dealt a bad hand in the gene pool.)

As for how the skull wound up in the Hold, it could have been one of the 'weird stuff' the Belmonts found and brought back home with them.

This could also apply to a situation where a vampire killed a rival family and kept their skulls as trophies, and the collection simply wound up in the Belmonts' treasury after destroying said vampire.

"It's like a museum dedicated to the extermination of my people, so no. Not thrilled."

Whatever the truth of the skull, I'm inclined to believe Theories 2 or 3 because this scene struck me as a very subtle nod to how no side in a war is completely innocent. On the one hand, vampires like Carmilla, Cho, Godbrand, etc. hunt and toy with humans for sport and view them as lesser beings, and so the Belmonts seeking to eliminate them would be an understandable measure to protect humanity.

On the other hand, the presence of the infant skull indicates a tragic and bloody history of poor choices, old prejudices, potential atrocities committed by the 'heroes,’ and generational trauma. A past history even Trevor isn't particularly proud of for all the pride he has in his lineage. It really showcases the line between man and monster and aligns with the recurrent theme of 'we can be better than this' that occurs throughout the series.

But let me know if you've got any theories/headcanons different from what I have listed above. I'd love to hear it. Crediting Theory 4 to @thetvpenigma. Thanks for your help!

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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Hiii, I would like to request a nsfw alphabet with nat please 😊

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader (no other specifications!)

word count: 1500 words

warnings: swearing, multiple sex positions, oral sex, sex toys, basically everything and anything.

a/n: hi nonnie this took a little bit too long to make but I'm hoping you will enjoy it. I wrote Natasha mostly as a pleasure dom for this.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Natasha is sweet and loving after sex, she likes keeping you in her arms and trying to calm down your body, caressing you and touching you gently. She might even prepare you a bath with salts and your favorite aromas to help you relax before taking you back to bed for a nice nap, soothing you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Natasha’s favorite part of her own is of course her breasts, she knows how obsessed you can get with them and she likes teasing you and showing them off any opportunity she gets. Now when it comes to a partner she likes a girl with delicate skin because overall Natasha likes having you any way she wants and she just wants you to be the softest thing in the world.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She likes orgasming but she likes it even better when she gets to hear you cum again and again trembling and screaming her name, nothing gives her more satisfaction, she is always going to put you first, her own orgasms can always wait for a little.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Natasha’s biggest secret is that she is a voyeur, she would not mind watching you getting fucked by anyone you might want, whoever it might be or how many. She’d just like to sit back comfortably on a chair and watch you get devoured again and again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Natasha is extremely experienced, having long been at it. She finds sex as a way of self-expression and she’s not afraid of the naked body or anything that surrounds the world of sex.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes laying down while you are riding her, strap or not, watching you getting hot and bothered at how good you feel for her. She likes to watch, she likes to feel and she likes being able to watch and observe all of you, all of your expressions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s humorous about the act, she will crack a joke to diffuse the tension and she will make weird noises just to throw you off the game and take control herself. She likes hearing your laugh and your giggle during the act, so sometimes she even tickles you just to spite you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s well-groomed, and always clean but she doesn’t like to be completely bare. She likes a little bit of hair there and of course, she wants her partner to be as comfortable as they want with themselves so she’s cool with anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Natasha is a big romantic, she will praise you and worship your body during the sexual act while completing your eyes and your hair, and your touch. She would declare big words of love and affection while she is mid-stroke staring back at your eyes before giving you a mind-blowing orgasm.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She’s not one to do it often. She can always withhold her lust for later, and she prefers to share it with you. The only time she would do it would be on a call or a video call with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Natasha is full of kinks but one of her favourites is those latex costumes with only holes for the private parts left open. It’s something that drives her wild, having your body on display like this.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Natasha would have you in any way she could find you, the location doesn’t matter that much to her, she can keep you quiet wherever but what she mostly wants is just to have you, so anywhere you’d ask she’d take you. On a place, on a car, in the middle of the mall, during a fight, anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Knowing you are thinking about her and you are available to her in that way is what truly gets her going. The thought that you are thinking about her, and your pussy probably throbbing for her can make her wild for you in such a way you’d never expect it to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Natasha would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with. She is not that much into edging as she prefers overstimulation but it’s not a hard no for her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Natasha loves eating pussy. And she loves sucking a strap, she likes that she gets to be submissive like that for just a little, and giving you mind blowing pleasure through kjust the use of her mouth and lips. She knows how people feel about her lips and she likes using them to her benefit. She’s incredibly skillful at it, having long perfected the art of pleasure, knowing exactly how to hit each and every one of your nerves just for you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Natasha is a little bit of both, she can be rough if you want her brutal and dominating and she canbe incredibly slow and sensual if she wants to drag it out. What she likes depends on the day and the mood you both had. She is a chameleon after all.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Natasha never shies away from a quickie. She wants it often and she likes watching you orgasm it puts a positive note on her day so she always pauses her day just to have a little bit of your taste.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Natasha loves experimenting with you. Taking risks and coming up with new positions and new exciting places to have you. She likes the different feels, the different clothes, and the different orgasms she could elicit out of you with just a change of her wig.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Natasha is like a well-oiled machine, her unique body upkeep and her top physical shape can help her go for hours upon hours. She could last through the whole night and she could even just keep it up till tomorrow.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Natasha owns multiple toys. Each and one of every kind and she’s known to have shopped a whole website before. She calls them her little helpers and of course, they are all for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Natasha is a natural tease at everything that she does. So of course she loves teasing you, kissing you when she isn’t supposed to, smacking your ass, sending nudes and teasing texts at inappropriate times, accidentally packing a vibe with her, and randomly sucking on a dildo while working up on reports. Things like that.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Natasha can get whiny when it comes to sex, her low voice turning a little tipsy when she wants you to touch her and she might even squeal out of pleasure when you have her. She sounds exactly like you’d expect her to sound after all that teasing she likes doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Natasha has longed dreamt of creating her own sex toy line based on random objects because of that element of surprise.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her peak physical condition helps her maintain a luscious body, with well-formed breasts that hang low and big areolas that begged to get sucked, her ass is round and tender, her skin all tight and her skin the softest thing imaginable.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Natasha has one of the highest sex drives you could ever find in a human, yet she always has it under control. Part of her training, perhaps.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She would fall asleep right after if only she didn’t like watching you slowly breathe in and out first, once her eyelids get to heavy she hooks her nose right on your face and falls asleep as well.

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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Hi! How are you! If someone hasn't already, I'd like to request fluff!alphabet with William James Moriarty very please(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Take your time and don't worry. Have a great day(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

A/N: thank you and I hope you have a great day too :) quick note that this may be a bit OOC, reader is mentioned to be female once or twice and there are subtle mentions of suicide and self harm aswell as abuse. This is also a pretty long post so do be warned.

a= affection (how affectionate are they? do they like receiving affection?)

•I think his love language is probably word of affirmation and quality time but William’s not restricted to just those two and will show you how much he loves you in a variety of forms.

•I feel like Liam would be against showing too much physical affection in public. It is the Victorian era after all and people would have a heart attack if a lady showed her ankles. But in general I think he’s a fairly affectionate lover. In public he would hold your hand and keep you close by him, maybe giving you a quick peck on the cheek or forehead but more commonly on the back of your hand as traces of pink blush rise to his cheeks, however he will tell you often how pretty, smart, funny etc. you are no matter who is around.

•in private, liam would be very affectionate to make up for his inability to do so in public without feeling incredibly flustered. Cuddling (god I hate using that word) would be fairly frequent and if you were out or vice versa, he’d give you a kiss on the lips and a hug when he or you returned . He’s a big hugger tbh but I’ll talk more about that later.

•he didn’t receive much affection as a child because it was mostly just him and louis and although he got a few hugs from friends in the orphanage but mostly from his little brother, Liam’s probably quite touch starved so if you do the bare minimum, it’ll have him on the verge of tears. In bed (get ur mind outta the gutter) he doesn’t mind being the big or little spoon but really just likes feeling the warmth of your body against his own cold one and hearing your steady heart beat.

b = beauty (what do they find most attractive and beautiful about their s/o, physically and otherwise?)

• honestly I think William won’t care too much about looks. He’s already seen how pretty privileged individuals get treated better i society and those who are deemed “ugly” get treated worse. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t value your beauty but rather that he thinks that looks fade and your inner beauty is more important.

•I think a romance with Liam would be a “he falls first and harder” + “love at first site”

•like when he first meets you as you feed a stray animal or teach an orphan or stand up to a corrupt noble, he’d see you as an almost angelic being and he would take that on throughout your relationship. He always sees such a brightness on your face whether your smiling or not. It’s like he can see beauty just radiating from your face.

•physically he sees your entire being as pretty but especially your face. It’s something liam has the pleasure of seeing everyday and sees no flaw in. He’s pretty hopelessly in love and I think thats adorable.

c = comfort (how would they comfort their s/o and how would his s/o comfort him)

• he’s actually really good at comforting you (I know I’m on the bad list but Santa please gimme a William moriarty. He’s too husband material to not be real) If he ever sees you’ve been crying, he’ll hold you in his arms and lets you tell him all your woes and troubles, wiping your tears away with his thumb and kissing your face while telling you how much you mean to him and how perfect you are.

•William tends to not talk about his problems much. He’s scared of being a burden and doesn’t like facing his past of being constantly abused as a child. He bottles up all his emotions until he cracks under the pressure and hides away where nobody can see him. If you’re comforting him, it’s probably best to just let him know that you’re there and give him a long hug while telling him you love him.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they around the house?)

•he has a lot on his mind but if he ever achieved his goals of eradicating the country of corruption, he would like to settle down in a small house farther away in the country with you but also in close proximity to his brothers who he would want to visit often with his children he would hope to have. After coming back with Sherlock from his ‘death’ he’s ready to live that life with you.

•everyone in the Moriarty manor helps around the house (maybe not Moran but whatever) so he does his fair share of housework too and he’s pretty good at it.

e = equal (what is the relationship dynamic like? Who is “in control”?)

•almost every Victorian relationship would have the husband as more dominant in the relationship and fulfilling all his masculine duties while women would be submissive and probably work as housewives or just socialites.

•however William knows this isn’t healthy and makes an effort to show you that you’re both equal in the relationship.

•instead of you being behind him or not talking to anyone in noble gatherings and parties, he encourages you to speak your mind and show you are equal to him.

•he’s such a cute little feminist 🥰 🥰

f = family & friends (how would their family feel about the relationship and how would they find out?)

•I think bond, Jack, Fred, Albert and Moran can probably tell there’s something going on between the two of you even before you confess to each other. Bond and Moran and constantly teasing the two of you and calling you ‘lovebirds’. Albert also teases William in a big brother kind of way but never as much as Bonde or Moran do. It’s kind of obvious to him that William has a crush on you. Jack starts giving slightly unwanted tips to William on how to capture a woman’s heart too. Fred asks you out of curiosity if you’re in love with William to which you reply in a flustered state.

• “lady (name), is it true you’re in love with Lord William?”

“What-? I mean he’s a really wonderful guy and I wouldn’t say no to courting him but-“

“So you do love him? 🤨”

“Yeah..”

•Louis would be bit clueless the entire time but the thought had popped in his head once after wondering if anyone in the group was going to get married because he wanted to know if he could make a wedding cake 💀

•I don’t think there would be a particular ‘announcement’ really. You two could just say you were getting married one day and nobody would think much of it (I’m gonna just namedrop my mtp fanfic ‘false lovers’ and say it would be funny if the two of you were pretend married except you acted like you were an old married couple so nobody would even be surprised if you mentioned that you two were in love.) Louis would probably be the only person half surprised.

•in terms of their thoughts on your relationship, they’d all be glad that William would have someone he could always rely on. Louis would especially be happy because he trust you to take care of William and be by his side. They all like you a lot and think you’re a good match together.

•I almost forgot about Sherlock. If you were there with William while they met on the noahtic, he would deduce that you both like each other but get cut off by one of you, solidifying his assumptions even more. He refers to you as William’s wife even if you aren’t married just because he’s thinks he’s funny. If William ever confides in Sherlock about you, I think that would show to Sherlock who probably has no interest in love that the two of you truly do love each other.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•he’s incredibly gentle. Liam’s so soft spoken around you and has never ever yelled at you, even in arguments. If he’s upset with you, it’s probably with good reason or he’s stressed and can’t talk to anyone but even then he tells you maturely that he needs to be alone or needs comfort (even if he refuses to ask for help sometimes)

•every lingering touch is soft and calm. His “blood stained” hands are really soft and well taken care of. Sometimes to grasp your attention, he hold your hands in his and talks to you in the sweetest and most harmonious voice ever.

•If you’re on a mission together, he’ll try do most of the work because he doesn’t want you getting hurt but applauds you for every noble you stab and shoot. After each mission he’ll take you to the side and wipe any filthy blood of your pretty face and comfort you, telling you it’s all over and one day you won’t need to do any of this anymore

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

•he likes hugs but only in private, like I said earlier. There’s something really intimate about just holding someone in your arms and never wanting to let go.

•he hugs you quite often but again, only really in private. He might hug you from behind in the morning while you brush your teeth or after a mission he’d kiss your forehead and hug you in his arms or have you sit on his lap and play with his hair while he’s finishing off marking papers for university. His hugs are soft and comforting whether it’s him spooning you in bed or wrapping his arms around your waist when he gets home from work.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

•to be honest, I think if William really loved someone romantically, he’d have to have known them for a long time. He shows you that he loves you in other ways such as protecting you or getting you gifts or spending time with you.

•he doesn’t think he should wait too long to tell you he loves you because as your lover, it should be expected rather than a surprise but he’s not going to tell you he loves you straight away.

•I think Liam would say he loves you while he climbs into bed with you, thinking ours still asleep and just giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispering ‘I love you’ before he falls asleep except you were awake the entire time and whisper back an ‘I love you’

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

•I cant tell if he would get jealous fairly easily or not at all. I guess he’d be jealous but fairly silently.

•If someone’s flirting with you, he’ll get a bit more handsy until they realise they should leave. If they don’t leave after you tel them you already have someone he’ll start dropping a few more hints until he speaks up and tells them to leave. If you ask him later if he was jealous, he’d only reply with a smile and “any man would feel envious if some imbecile was flirting with his beautiful lover” and that’s the end of it. Unless the guy flirting with you ends up dead the following day for various other reasons expect this time he put a bit more effort into the kill.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

•oh to have the privilege of being kissed by William.

•his kisses are passionate and soft. He’s not really a rough kisser and is more sensual. His lips are soft and well taken care of and he’s very very gentle

•Liam’s favourite places to kiss you would be your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your hands and your lips. (But he doesn’t discriminate!!) Each place he kisses is for various reasons and imply different things.

•Kissing you on the forehead is for comforting you, cheeks would be if you did him a quick favour like fetching something for him or when he’s leaving for work in a rush and doesn’t have time to give you a longer kiss. , neck is when… 😏 or when he’s hugging you from behind and catching you by surprise, hands is for when he’s flirting with you or showing you off in public and your lips is when he’s feeling more vulnerable.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

•he basically had to raise Louis by himself while he was growing up and was frequently around other children in the orphanages he went to so he’s pretty good with kids even though he probably doesn’t think so.

•in the future, I can see him wanting a son or daughter with you if he’s willing to settle down, probably after he ‘died’

•if you can’t have children or would want to adopt, he’d be more than happy to adopt a little boy or girl who would come from an underprivileged background. It’s like he could go back in time and take in a mini him

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

•I think Liam wakes up quite early so he’ll leave you to sleep but write a cute little ‘good morning’ note on his side of the bed and if you’re clinging on to him while you sleep, he’ll put his pillow in your arms instead. If he has no reason to wake up early and let’s himself have a lie-in , which is quite rare, he’s going to be woken up by a kiss from you on the top of his head as you try to wake him up while he mutters ‘five more minutes’ and grabs you back into his arms.

n = nicknames (what nicknames do you have for each other?)

•he’s not too fond of those really goofy nicknames like ‘snugglebug 🥺’ but he’s probably a more traditional guy. He doesn’t expect you to use any nicknames but if you do, he’d get very silently flustered.

•his nicknames for you would include: darling, my dear, my love, my Angel, honey, doll-face, sweetheart and maybe a shortened version of your first name. Anything that makes you happy and/or can get you blushing.

•yours for him would include: baby, my love, sunshine, my beloved, darling, dearest, liam, will, Angel face, dove, mon amour, sweetheart and more

•I feel like if he sees you as a long time partner, which realistically he would, he would tell you his real name. I think it symbolises a deep connection between Liam and other people (his brothers and best friend all know his real name) so in private, he’d let you call him by that name.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

•that’s certainly going to take a while.

•William is quite closed off and never really reveals anything about himself. Even in the manga and anime, we don’t find out much about William apart from how Albert took him in and that time he went to court but even then, not much detail is given.

•even people he really trusts barely know anything about him

•he has trust issues by the way so if he can trust you then the others would see it as a miracle.

•I don’t think it’s a matter of when but say if he was being vulnerable due to trauma and you’re there for him as he cries into your chest, he’ll tell you a few more things from his past.

•each time he gets vulnerable with you, he’ll tell you more pieces of his mysterious past and if you’re smart enough, you’ll be able to put all this together to create a mental timeline

•he’s really grateful he has someone to be somewhat open to even if it’s just a bit

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

•he seems pretty calm on the surface and it can honestly fool many people including yourself but as seen in the chapter where his student was hiding something from him, William actually has a lot of repressed anger

•he’s very patient with you, especially if you’ve had a past involving abuse from short tempered people. I don’t think he’d ever yell at you and he definitely would never hit you

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

•every. single. detail.

•I have a headcannon that Liam has really good photographic memory and he remembers almost anything you tell him.

•you tell him about some old pet goldfish you really loved when you were 6 but it died because you accidentally over fed it and your dad had to flush it down the toilet? he’ll remember. (That sounds so sinister I’m sorry 💀)

•he’s also really good at planning dates because of this great ability. He can remember all of your favourite places to eat and your favourite flowers without difficulty.

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•he has a lot. He literally loves every breathing moment with you and would want to die in your arms and be with you forever if he could.

•maybe it’s that time he made a slight miscalculation on a mission and got wounded so you had to temporarily bandage him up with some clean fabric from your clothes

•or maybe that time he got sick and could barely leave his bed (we all know this man is a major workaholic so he’s going to be upset about this to some degree) so you nursed him back to health and stayed by his side no matter how annoying or disgustingly ill he got (bro prolly still looks majestic even if he’s infected with a sickly virus)

•or that time you both stayed up late together in the library and fell asleep while he read to you and then you were both found by a worried Louis in the morning

•or that time that you took Liam outside one night to see a shooting star and although you don’t tell him what you wished for, he could hear you whispering under your breath “I want to be with William forever..”

•or that time you both went on a walk in a nearby peak and saw that a small pond had frozen over and he took you ‘ice skating’ on it (don’t try this at home kids, no matter how hot and sexy the blond man is)

•or that time you brought him lunch and were invited to stay for the remainder of the lecture while he was working and all his students were surprised that professor William had such a pretty wife (take the compliment bitch) but you and William had to avoid getting bombarded with questions about their teachers love life so you were stuck in a closet together until the young men had left to you both alone

•or that time..jk I’ll stop now..

s = security (how protective are they? would they like to be protected?)

•he’s pretty protective. Liam knows that multiple people would want to kidnap one of the people closest to the Lord of crime and use you against him. He also knows that once he gets outted as the Lord of crime, things are probably going to be difficult for you and you would totally be questioned about your involvement in the serial killings of nobles in England.

•he’s protective but not in a yandere way (unless I make a yandere alphabet and he is) or an abusive way. He respects that you are your own person and you can take care of yourself but if you’ve been gone for a good few hours (5+ hours is when he’d get a bit worried) and he doesn’t know where you are, that’s when his protective instinct kicks in and if anyone dares hurt you, they’re not going to make it home in one piece or without a few painful injuries.

•William can protect himself as much as you can but if he ever get out in a position where he doesn’t have a plan, he would be so grateful if you came to his rescue.

•like in that one manga chapter when he gets kidnapped, I can imagine his eyes lighting up when he see you enter the room and stab or shoot his captor even though he had a plan.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

• Liam tries a lot. Sometimes he feels he doesn’t have enough time for you and he knows that when he does set up a date, he shouldn’t bail on you or make it low effort. He so a gentleman after all. On anniversaries or your birthday, he’ll make sure to make the whole day perfect, from getting you breakfast in bed to buying you expensive jewellery. He makes a note of all your favourite things so he knows what to do for you on dates

•William’s gifts are thoughtful and although he has a lot of money to spend on you, he also knows that simple things like a note in your pocket telling you to “have a lovely day :)” can bring a smile to your face too. If he sees flowers that he knows you like while he walks past the florist, he’ll bring them home for you. On bigger occasions such as birthdays, holidays or anniversaries, he puts alot of effort into finding out what the perfect gift for you would be. Sometimes he cant choose just one so expect William to hand you a gift bag full of gifts wrapped In Wrapping paper, all of varying sizes. Some may be boxes of pretty jewellery, others may be books. He also just likes buying you things even if it’s for no particular reason. Anything to show how much he loves you even in everyday tasks. He asks Louis to teach him how to make some of your favourite dishes so he can make them for you whenever or he’ll help you pick out outfits for parties (he thinks everything looks good on you so he may not be much of a help but he’s trying)

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

•he smokes. A lot.

•although it’s canon that he does it for the sake of self harm, Liam tries to avoid doing it around you after numerous scoldings from you that it’s not good for his health (bonus points if you have some experience in the medical field). You tell him how bad it is for his lungs all the time and it makes him feel a bit guilty so he doesn’t smoke within a 100m radius of you

•he also lacks proper self-care in terms of not getting enough sleep and forgetting to eat , which annoys both you and Louis

•although he loves you a lot, William is suicidal so he always has the lingering thought that he’s going to have to die to atone for his sins soon and can be quite distant toward the ‘end’ of your relationship in an effort to protect you from any mental and emotional harm he also sometimes gets scared you’ll leave him and he wouldn’t be able to take that which is why earlier on, he’d be very hesitant to even talk to you and panics when he realises he might have feelings for you

•but like a win is a win and I would do anything, no matter how strange, to even breathe the same air as this man

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

•William isn’t one to care too much about beauty, as I said earlier, but he sees himself as inferior to you deep down. He knows he doesn’t deserve you no matter how many times you tell him that he is. He has the nickname ‘Angel’ for you because he sees himself as a demon, a devil while you are a benevolent Angel who would never stoop to his level. (William please see a therapist)

•William also thinks you are the better looking one in the relationship, but he isn’t really insecure about himself. He knows he’s conventionally attractive. Multiple women have thrown themselves at him or asked him out on a date, to which he would politely decline. He knows you’re being genuine when you run your fingers through his blond hair and calling him the ‘ most beautiful and pretty man in the universe ‘ (if I was with Liam I’d be doing the at all the time. Every time he does anything I’d just be calling him pretty because I’m madly in love with him) He still feels he needs to make a slight effort around you and can feel a little insecure if another man was flirting with you, but you have the decency to turn him down

• “Miss? Are you perchance of celestial origins? I ask as your ravishing beauty surpasses that of a mortal woman”

• “i-“ *blinking as you look to William then to the flirt again* “you mean mrs, right?”

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

•he totally would. It would take a lot for William to even consider making friends let alone finding love so if he does end up falling in love, that means his significant other would be very special.

•at first he didn’t think he had time for love with all the Lord of crime stuff but after the constant denial of being helplessly in love with you turns to acceptance, he knows that you’re his other half. His heart only has room for you and if you were to leave him or if he were to leave you, liam would feel lost and incomplete.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

• okay so I have a few:

he likes when you read to him or when he reads to you before bed

If you’re wearing flavoured lip gloss which I’m sure didn’t exist back hen but let’s pretend it did, he’d guess the flavour you were wearing whenever you kissed.

If he finds out you’re interested in a topic he’s not well educated on, he spends a lot of time researching it to impress you

He likes buying you clothes and watching you try them on

If you wanted a pet (cats are better) he would protest at first out of fear it may distract you from him but end up really liking it once he gets it.

You know how he likes weird food combos? Liam would ask you to try food with him but you’d end up throwing up after eating fish and strawberry cake.

he once did your hair and make up and it was actually really good

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

•he hates selfish nobles and corrupt rich people who have no regard for other’s wellbeing so if you fall anywhere in that, he’s not gonna wanna be with you, sorry bae 😞

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•we all know that William has a messed up sleep schedule. he stays awake late at night frequently only to randomly fall asleep during the day.

•like in that one scene in the anime when William fall asleep on a couch and bond is just confused. I just thought it’d be super cute if you would be sat beside him and his head lands on your thighs as quiet snores come out of his mouth.

•when you two eventually share a bedroom and a queen sized bed, William will make an effort to try and sleep next to you.

•I head-cannon that he can’t fall asleep on demand unless he sleeps beside you. I think he also likes hearing your voice just as he is about to sleep. It’s like a lullaby for him.

•at one point you just start carrying a blanket with you while you’re out with Liam just so if he falls asleep, he can’t get comfortable.

•if you both have similar sleep schedules (you probably do if you’re scrolling through mtp tumblr late at night) then I don’t think there would be much of an issues apart from the two of you being scolded by Louis for not sleeping.

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championleonsslut · 4 months

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That last thing you wrote tells me you're fine with writing NSFW, soooooooooo how about some sexy headcanons, huh? How does Leon make love? ;3

(You're doing GREAT, sweetie)

Thank you for another great request, anon! You never disappoint! Just to cover everything, I’ve decided to do a NSFW alphabet. Hope you don’t mind! :)

Leon NSFW Alphabet

Implied AFAB reader, nsfw ahead, you’ve been warned. Slight mention of pregnancy

A = Aftercare:

Leon is such a sweet guy. Of course he’s taking the time to take care of you after he rearranged your guts. He’s praising you, helping clean you off, getting you water. Anything you need, he’s getting it.

And if you want another round… He won’t complain. ;)

B = Body Part:

On himself, it’s a few. He does love his hair, and puts great time and effort into taking care of it. Please pull on it, he will moan like you haven’t had sex in months. He does also adore his chest area. First off, he’s got some BAZONGAS, of course he’d proud of it. His nipples are quite sensitive, pull on them. Lick them. Chomp em’, even. And of course, that massive dick he’s gonna wreck you with. But we’ll get to that later ;)

As for you. Again, the chest area. Doesn’t care how big your tits are, he just wants em. He’s chowing down on them during foreplay, and during the act. But also, thighs. Sigh. Leon has one thought on his mind when he goes down on you. Chomp and squeeze your thighs.

C = Cum:

Boy oh boy. This man would love to cum inside you. Filling you up with his warm seed. Seeing it ooze out afterwards. (Not on his watch, he’s shoving it back in with his fingers) and the ever possibility of perhaps getting you pregnant, and fully claiming you in his eyes. (We’ll come back to that later too)

But of course, if you don’t want that, or you’re not on birth control. He’ll cum somewhere else. He quite likes cumming in your mouth, and watching you swallow it, or painting your body with it.

D = Dirty Secret

Leon and you are very open with one another about your sex lives. What you like, what you don’t like…

But that being said… he does hide a few things he’s minorly ashamed of.

Sometimes… he gets a little horny during the night, and sometimes… you’re already asleep. So he gently ruts against you, trying to reach his high and keep his noises down before you wake up.

E = Experience:

Hoo boy.

Leon is SO busy when he’s champion, he let many, many possible love interests pass by. But not you, you were too special. So naturally. He’s never done this before.

You were kinda surprised when you first found out, but were excited to take the champion’s virginity.

He did his research prior, and may not have asked Raihan for a few tips. Raihan laughed at him first.

And surprisingly, you had a champion time!

F = Favorite Position:

Leon has a few he likes. Missionary is one of them. He likes looking at you while he fucks you, and being able to kiss and hold you during the act.

He’s also a fan of having you lay on your stomach, so he can whisper dirty things in your ear, and maybe yank your hair too. And he does love it when you ride him, and fuck yourself on his dick

And it’s not like he doesn’t fuck you against the wall from time to time. Especially in Wyndon stadium after a particularly good match.

G = Goofy:

Leon is what can be described as a silly little guy. He cracks jokes in the moment, and likes making you laugh as he’s dicking you down. And feel free to giggle at him if he messes up, he’ll laugh too.

H = Hair:

His pubic hair is well groomed, and a little fluffy too. He doesn’t like shaving it off all the way, then it gets itchy and uncomfortable. But he does have a little patch of purple hair, a shade or two darker than those violet locks on his head.

I = Intimacy:

Leon is a bit of a romantic at heart. When he’s railing you, he may not be as sweet during the moment. But during casual sex, or even lovemaking, it’s a different story.

He likes kissing you, praising you, and complimenting you the whole time he’s slowly thrusting inside, watching you unravel in front of him.

J = Jack Off:

Leon is a horny little shit. Before he met you, and when you guys were friends, he occasionally jacked himself off. But once he started getting a crush on you. He couldn’t help but imagine you in these lewd scenarios, and had to relieve the ache. He always felt bad afterwards.

But once you’re together, he again, doesn’t masturbate that often. Sometimes, when you’re away, or he can’t schedule a fuck session for later, or when he’s just that horny for you.

K = Kink:

Leon’s got a small handful of kinks he likes. He definitely loves getting his hair pulled. But he also likes to edge you. He’s not mean about it, he always makes you cum, but sometimes he delays it just to watch you squirm.

He DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. He wants to knock you up, to cum inside you and watch you grow and carry his child. You don’t understand, he wants a whole litter of kids.

L = Location:

He’s a very private guy, especially when he’s champion. So he’ll never fuck you right in the open. You guys mostly fuck at your shared home, just about everywhere. The bed, the shower, the counter, the couch, sometimes even right on the floor if he’s that desperate.

But he’s also fucked you in his private locker room at Wyndon stadium, and maybe in a secluded section of the Wild Area a few times… (don’t worry, nobody but you guys know.)

M = Motivation:

Call him “Champ” he loves it. Dress up for him! Wear makeup and jewels and heels. He just has to tear them off you.

Tease him relentlessly. He’ll give you a good pounding for it. If someone else flirts with you, he just has to remind you who you belong to. He has to assert his dominance.

N = No:

He’s not hurting you. Sure, he’ll call you degrading nicknames, bite you a bit, maybe smack dat ass. But not much more than that. The last thing he wants to see is you in pain or upset.

He’s also not sharing. You are his. This pussy? It belongs to him. You belong to him. Raihan has asked if the three of you could have a threesome sometime, but Leon’s possessive nature takes over. He scared Raihan off a bit.

O = Oral:

Leon likes both, I’m not sure he even has a preference.

On one hand, he loves seeing you try and suck him off. He loves how wonderful your mouth feels, and the way you look with his dick down your throat. But on the other hand, your cunt is just so tasty and sweet. He could eat it out for hours! Oh, and the sweet noises you make as you tug on his hair…

P = Pace:

Leon usually starts out a little slower, but he ends up pounding away at you the more pent up he gets.

If he’s jealous, he’s going as fast and rough as he possibly can. He has to remind you who you belong to.

If it’s casual sex, he’s pretty in the middle. Occasionally he gets rougher and faster.

And if you’re lovemaking? He’s slow and sweet. He just wants to hit all those sweet spots inside you, and make you feel ever so good while he worships you..

Q = Quickies:

Leon doesn’t mind quickies. I think he likes them as their own thing. The rush to reach your orgasms as he pounds what in you. Trying to keep your voices down so you can fuck as fast as possible

R = Risk:

He is a very secretive guy, so he’s not doing anything crazy. But if you suggest something that interests him or is within his comfort zone, he’s down.

Frankly, he loves being risky about protection. He just really wants to knock you up.

S = Stamina:

With how much this man works out? You’re getting wrecked. If he does just one round, he puts everything into it. I’m talking multiple orgasms and positions.

If it’s multiple however, he mixes it up less. But he could go for HOURS, but then you’d be too tired to even walk.

T = Toys:

He’s not super into toys, but he has a few. For one, he has some handcuffs, blindfolds and gags. Mostly they’re used on you, but sometimes you turn him into your bitch. He goes bananas.

You guys do also own a vibrator, but he only really uses it if you’re struggling to cum, or if he wants to overstimulate you.

U = Unfair:

SPEAKING OF OVERSTIMULATION

He’s a little shit sometimes, and likes to tease you. He likes to stop eating you out when you were right there and bat his eyelashes like he didn’t do anything. He likes to yank his dick out sometimes and make you beg for it. He wants to hear you beg for the champion’s dick.

V = Volume:

He may actually be louder than you. He moans, groans, grunts and mumbles about how wonderful you feel. He praises you and talks pretty dirty too.

Sometimes when you’re fucking at Wyndon stadium, you have to slap your hand over his mouth to muffle his noises.

W = Wild Card:

He once fucked you so hard and so fast, you passed out. He thought you died. Oops.

X = X-Ray:

My boy is PACKING

His dick is thick as fuck, and about seven inches long. He’s circumcised, and has one small vein on the side.

Y = Yearning:

He is a thirsty ass bitch. You guys have sex just about every day, maybe even more than once a day. You can’t complain, he’s great in bed.

Z = Zzz:

Leon’s pretty tired after the deed is done. But he still makes time to do almost perfect aftercare for you, and either get back to what he was doing, or cuddle up for some sleepy times.

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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Hello ! I love your nsfw alphabet series, and I was wondering if you could do it for Solomon ?

Sorry for the long wait, shit happened but I am finally back into writing ^-^

Warning:NSFW

Solomon x gn!MC

A=After care

He uses magic to get the two of you cleaned in the split of a second, that way you two could spend more time cuddling and relaxing with one another. He may still prepare a bubble bath despite being clean just for the sake of relaxing in it with you.

B=Body part

On him he likes where the pact marks cover him, so most of his body. He thinks it makes him look cool, especially with the way all the marks connect.

On you he likes your hands the most. He loves to observe the way they move when you cast spells and can never get enough of the way they feel on his body.

C=Cum

Have you seen this man's cooking? The things he eats? You're lucky his cum is quite watery so you don't have to taste for too long cause it tastes horrible.

He likes cumming on your face for no reason other than he thinks you look pretty with his cum on you.

For him, he likes

D=Dirty secret

Since he has heard about the golden newt syrup from Asmo he has made an aphrodisiac that works in similar ways but for humans. He forgot about it for a long time until you mention the incident again, then he started to think about you using it on him or him using it on you. He is still not sure how to bring it up.

E=Experience

If he is anything like his counterpart from the bible then he has a ton of experience. He had 700 wives and 300 concubines. Even if he doesn't share the same back story in the game, he has centuries, maybe thousands of years on earth and wasn't held back by any angelic mindsets or duties. He is also in a pact with Asmodeus so there's that.

F=Favourite position

Any and all positions that give him a lot of skin to skin contact. He wants to be as close to you as he can during the moment and craves any and all intimacy he can get in the moment. Position that allows him to kiss you easier are also on the top of his list.

G=Goofy

He isn't all too serious during the moment but he isn't going to crack jokes either besides his usual teasing. He wants to enjoy the moment with you, and if that means laughing and teasing then he is more than glad to do so.

H=Hair

He tries to keep himself well groomed but sometimes gets so caught up in his magic research that he forgets to at least trim himself. He at always tries to make an effort to take better care of himself when he knows the two of you will be intimate.

I=Intimacy

He has been alive for a long time and after a while it became hard to open his heart to other humans knowing they will die soon. Until you came along, and because of that he tries to be as romantic as possible. He isn't romantic with one night stands but you are his partner so that changes things.

J=Jack off

It depends on how stressed he is. He sometimes goes weeks without touching himself at all and other times he jacks off daily. Once he truly falls for you he starts to do it every few days.

K=Kink

Does magic count as a kink? He likes to use magic during to either enhance sensations, restrain you or himself and do anything else that comes in his mind and you're comfortable with. Magic tentacles

This goes hand in hand with magic thing, but he is fond of sensory deprivation and temperature play, he has quite a few spells prepared for those already.

He is also into edging you until you have to beg him to let you come. Once you start begging he can't really resist you but until that point he likes to have his fun.

Praise/body worship. He really loves you and he always praises you both outside of the bedroom and during intimate times. He would also love if you would do the same. He often feels like you're attention is only on the demon brothers and that you're out of reach for him, so for you to go out of your way to show him how much you're attracted to him means a lot.

L=Location

Literally anywhere with a bit of privacy. He can use a soundproof spell so no one could hear you and a spell that locks all doors/windows so no one walks in on you two fucking.

He still prefers his/your bedroom because it's more comfortable and can cuddle with you after both of you are done.

M=Motivation

You saying that you want him and choosing him over the demon brothers. Seeing you wanting him as much as he wants is the biggest motivation for him. It both gets his dick hard and his heart warm.

N=No

I feel like he wouldn't be really into pain when it comes to him, he doesn't strike me as too much of a masochist. He doesn't seem to be too much into any kinks that cause pain.

O=Oral

Prefers giving just for the fact that he can edge his partner as much as he wants to and you can't really complain because he is really good at it.

He likes receiving too but he tends to be quite squirmish the closer he is to his orgasm.

P=Pace

He prefers a more slow and sensual pace in order to tease you. He loves it when you try to set a faster pace but he holds you in pace to continue to torture you with his slow pace.

He would absolutely love it when you become frustrated enough to flip your position and take control of the situation and set whatever pace you want, be it fast and rough when you get impatient or slow to tease him back.

Q=Quickie

He loves them and the rush of adrenaline it gives him when you two do it in a place you shouldn't. You two could probably have quickies whenever you feel like it cause he could easily use a spell to make a room sound proof and locked.

R=Risk

This man loves experimenting so he is open to a lot of things when it comes to you. It doesn't matter that he has centuries of experience, he still finds new things that he likes. If you want to try your hand at sex magic then he will be more than happy to guide you.

S=Stamina

This man has shitty sleeping and eating habits and is caught up in his research more often than not. His stamina is shit, he is lucky he has magic to make him last longer than he normally would.

T=Toys

The only reason he has any toys is because of Asmodeus. He has magic, so toys aren't all that important to him but he can understand how they can be useful. If you want to get more of them he would gladly buy more.

U=Unfair

This man lives to tease you. He loves to do it either by words, touches and magic. If you would give him your consent he would use magic to rile you up during the day and see how you would react.

He would also love it if you would the same thing to him. He might or might not leave the spells necessary lying around for you to find them. Or even better, create new spells just to turn him and take him by surprise.

V=Volume

He is not really loud by default. Even if he would try, his voice is soft so his moans aren't really loud. If there would be someone outside of your bedroom they wouldn't be able to hear him. His moans are loud enough for you to hear tho.

W=Wild card

He would actually like a threesome with Asmodeus, maybe even one with Barbatos. It's already implied Asmo and Solomon fuck and there is a chat where Mammon comments about a hickey on Solomon. All you need is to express that you want Asmo to join and Solomon will summon him.

He would also quite enjoy a threesome with Satan, he just looks like he would

X=X-ray

Doesn't have the angel/demon dick like other characters for obvious reasons.

His dick is average size for human guys, around 6.4 inches and is on the thinner side and curves slightly upright.

Y=Yearning

Outside of relationships his sex drive is lower than the average for humans but when he gets attracted to someone his yearning is a bit above average for humans.

Z=Zzz

Unless he stays and cuddles with you he won't fall asleep. His sleep schedule is fucked, so during the night is more active. Being intimate with does manage to tire him out, but unless he stays in bed with you he will remain active.

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