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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months

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How about some blue beetle romantic headcanons?

I might’ve gone on for a bit so I had to stop myself before I go overboard. 🦦

I don’t know much about Jaime but if there’s one thing I do know is that he’s got a big heart, a massive one at that, a heart that withholds a lot of love for the people he’s blessed to have in his life; which so happens to include yourself. ❤️

With you, Jaime is a puppy in love, he’s infatuated and sometimes he doesn’t even realise that he’s doing it unless someone mentions it, it might be because Jamie finds that admiring you comes naturally to him. So much so that it becomes almost second nature for him to just step outside of himself and admire you with a dopey/puppy look in those pretty eyes of his…that is until Khaji-Da’s voice echos within his mind- and interrupting his shameless ogling- to talk about how high his oxytocin and serotonin levels were.

To which he would jump at the sound of before then becoming increasingly warm with embarrassment, which would be something Khaji-Da would also comment on, much to Jaime’s dismay;

‘Jaime, you are flustered, perhaps, embarrassed even?’

‘Oh shut it.’ He would hiss.

‘I’m sorry?’ You’d ask, thinking he was taking to you, which only made Jaime feel even more uncomfortably warm beneath with his skin as he tried to make up for his accidental slip up.

His response would vary based on whether or not he had told you about the whole Blue Beetle thing.

If you didn’t know he was Blue Beetle: ‘Oh no, not you, never you, I was just…talking to myself.’

If you did know he was Blue Beetle; ‘that was towards Kahji-Da. Not you, never at you y/n. Now what we’re you talking about again?’ Jaime would urge you into continuing your conversation, all the while leaning against the wall as the adoring look upon his face reappeared.

Cuddle bug. Look me in the eyes and tell me he’s not because he fucking is!

You’d both be cuddled up on the couch with his head resting on your chest or yours on his chest, just being your lovely selves, when Milagro would often come into the room to tease her brother by dry heaving or telling you both to get a room. She loved her brother and that love often comes with teasing/taunting the fuck out of him like siblings always do.

Allows you to borrow his hoodies because he loves how you look in them, and totally would not try to discreetly snap a few pictures that you will sooner or later find out about after he uses them as his lock/ and or Home Screen. Where again he would trip over himself trying to find an excusable answer before you would have to ultimately stop him before he hurts himself by admitting to how cute and sweet of him that he would make you his home/Lock Screen.

Or even go as far as to dedicate an whole album to you that’s filled with pictures of you both doing mundane stuff but Jaime’s personal favourite pictures would have to be the ones where you’re with his family or stargazing up on the rooftop with him.

‘Of course I would, I mean why wouldn’t I?’ He grabs ahold of your hands in his own. ‘You’re my heart and soul, the light of my life, why wouldn’t I want to dedicate you in one way or another? I withhold no shame in showing you off because at the end of the day I’m remembered that you chose me, and that’s something I would never take for granted for you are my wish upon a star came true.’ He lifts up your hands so that he may presses a kiss to them before squeezing tightly. ‘So let me at the least reciprocate the love you’ve given me.’

Though let’s be honest Khaji-Da would assume that when Jaime lets you wear his clothes, it was under the pretence of a…territorial thing so that others that may pose a threat to your and Jaime’s relationship take note that you weren’t theirs to openly stare at. And to this Khaji-Da would simply say;

‘why don’t we just eliminate all threats, just so that there is no one left alive to challenge us?’

‘First of all, you’ve got it all wrong Khaji-Da, I don’t just give y/n my clothes because I feel territorial over them.’ Jaime would begin to explain. ‘I give them my clothes because I genuinely find them beautiful/handsome/cute/charming/amazing/stunning in them and most of all I want them to feel as though they’ve got a piece of me when I’m away Blue Beetling it up as my scent gives them a sense of peace and comfort. Does that make sense.’ He finishes.

… ‘we could still kill them.’ - Khaji-Da

‘Please stop.’ - Jaime Reyes

Words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time are Jaime’s bread and butter. (though that’s just my personal opinion.)

He’s got a whole book full of affirmations made specifically for you because he becomes like a never ending fountain of sweet, dorky yet beautiful words when it came to you; So much so that there wouldn’t be a day where you went without some affirming and words from your beloved Jaime Reyes. Words that never fail to make your heart melt, your smile grow and overall make you feel like you could move mountains because that’s how being with Jaime made you feel on a daily basis.

So in return, you smother him in kisses, affection and your own words of love because why should you receive all of his love without giving him all of your love back tenfold.

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ccscocoapuffs · 3 months

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Mark Hoffman NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Mark is rather complex when it comes to aftercare. He definitely has to have strong trust in you to let his guard down and show you the softer side to truly care for you. The way he does this though is mostly through pulling you into his chest and gently playing in your hair. It's lowkey a head cannon of mine that Mark likes to fidget (ILL EXPLAIN THIS IN A UPCOMING POST!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Mark loves his hands, I mean after all they do all his work. They allow him to pleasure you, caress you, and his personal favorite finger you. Marks an ass man....need I say more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Mark doesn't really like super messy, He prefers to simply cum inside you. He would never admit it but he has a thing for watching it drip outta you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Mark secretly enjoys when you're a brat. Despite how rough he can be with punishments and how he wants you to follow his rules like a good little pet, he loves when you brat. It excites him for what he knows is about to come.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Mark definitely has experience, He knows exactly how to make you cum over and over again just with his fingers. Mark is also quick to adapt to what his partner likes, aka he's a quick leaner for each individual he's been with. ( *cough* Strahm *cough*)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Mark's favorite is doggy style without a doubt. He loves that he can not only pull your hips into him as fast as he wants but he can pull your hair, slap your ass, reach around and choke you....what more could you ask for.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Mark keeps it serious. I mean for starters its mark has anyone seen the man so much as smile? He's a serious guy and he likes it that way. Plus sex is kind of his way to get relief from a rough day or from being pissed off from whoever has done it this time. He uses sex as his release both psychical and mental, hence the seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Mark takes pride in his appearance, he keeps it trimmed down and presentable. The carpet definitely matches the drapes, Mark has Dark brown pubes that are the same as his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Mark actually can be kind of romantic at times. Now don't get your hopes up he isn't the rose petals and champagne kind of guy. But he may light a few candles and start things off really slow and sensual. However he's still gonna rip your clothes off you and absolutely rail you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Mark usually doesn't have the time. He stays super busy with work, both at the police department and with John. When he gets some free time he isn't gonna waste it on masturbating, He has you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) KINKY BITCH. Bdsm, choking, Daddy kink, spanking, and spit, just to name a few. Mark always keeps it interesting that's for sure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) His office, Mark loves when you come to visit him and he gets to bend you over his desk and take what he wants. Mark also has a soft spot for fucking on his bed, he likes the comfortability of a familiar place and the privacy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Mark Likes it when you wear skirts or dresses. He especially loves it if you don't wear panties with them. Nothing turns him on more than the thought that people are looking and he gets to show them you're all his. Whether it be by him keeping his hand on your waist all the time or from the other officers talking about the moans that come from his office when you are visiting him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that involves you getting involved with Jigsaw. Mark doesn't want John to take advantage of you and use you as leverage against Mark. His biggest fear is losing you too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Now hear me out here, I feel like Mark actually likes giving. He loves burying his face into you and moaning against you so you can get off on the vibrations from him being so fucking turned on by you. He eats pussy like a god 100%. However, he prefers receiving. He wants to fuck your fac though, he likes to be in control and use your throat for his gain.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Mark is always ROUGH. It's his only setting, he loves sensual kissing though. He wants to slowly suck on your collarbones, nip your neck just a little, then flip you around and fuck you into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Mark doesn't really like quickies but sometimes its want you got to do. As mentioned before he loves fucking you on his desk, He loves that spot the most especially for quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Mark doesn't really experiment, he knows what he likes and he likes sticking to it. However he does love risky teasing in public, like slipping his finger into you while you're out for dinner or making you keep him warm while he's talking to another officer in his office.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Mark can go for about 3-4 rounds depending on the day he's had. If he's had a rough day and he's tired you're looking at a quick fuck. If he's had a stressful day, boy are you gonna be there awhile.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Mark is on the fence about toys. He for sure uses his handcuffs and he likes use Anal plugs on you (if you let him). Though he doesn't really like dildos or vibrators, you're his, only he gets to control your pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) EXTREMELY unfair. Mark gets off on teasing you, he wants to get you all worked up till the point you are begging for him to take you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Mark isn't very loud, he mostly just grunts ands groans. When he cums he tends to be louder and let out a deep moan as he buries his face in your neck.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He keeps a sexy picture of you clipped to the visor in hi patrol car. It's for when he works late nights, all he has to do is look up and take in how sexy your body is and how he get to go home and have you all to himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Mark is about 6 inches in length, He's very thick though. It's something he prides himself on, how much he stretches you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Medium, Mark can be either really chill or really horny. It really just depends what he's feeling.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Mark doesn't fall asleep quicky after sex, he's usually up for at least an hour afterwards. That's if he has time to lay down with you and fall asleep. He wants to pull you close and hold you for a bit before he falls asleep. He would never say it but he wants to make sure you are safe and comfortable, hence why he keeps an eye on you for a bit.

#alphabet #fanfic #mark hoffman #saw #saw 2004 #mark hoffman smut #mark hoffman x reader #saw 4 #saw 5 #saw iv #saw 6 #saw 7 #saw x

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kirimoochi · 10 months

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3 — ROMANCE.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; getting over breakups is difficult. after your partner leaves you, you find comfort in your friends. when you least expected it, your childhood friend kazuha pulls you from the darkness.

⤷genres; modern college au, romance, and angst with comfort.

⤷masterlist; here.

Your eyes slowly crack open, albeit with a bit of resistance from the puffy skin. The room was dimly lit and the comfortable smell of freshly toasted bread fills your nose. Your hands feel around on your stomach, only to notice that the weight that you fell asleep to is now lifted. What replaced its presence was a thick blanket, one that was a dark shade of red. It was warm yet at the same time cold. Your feet and hands were hot but the temperature of your heart felt frigid and empty.

You were too weak to lift yourself from this caged position. Your hair was sprawled out on the couch pillow. Messy and tangled like a bird's nest, you’ve tossed and turned well enough to create a whirlwind. You blink. Once. Twice. Resting your eyes a bit longer on the third.

You had a dream. A rather terrifying and worrisome one. You don’t remember the full details other than the fact that you’ve seen your former partner. You reached out to them once, hugging them tight to your chest and sobbing. Though they may have existed in your arms at this moment, with you eagerly kissing their neck and cheek with unbridled joy, you couldn’t forget their apologies that dribbled out of their lips like spilled water. It only reminded you more of what you’ve lost, and what you can no longer come back to. It served as a message that only in your deepest dreams, could you ever see them again. However, even they won’t be the same.

They won’t love you the same as they did before. Things have changed and their apologies hang heavy on your heart. Were they apologizing for leaving you? Or were they sorry that things ended up this way? Perhaps they only apologized because they felt the need to for their departure. Whether the answer was, you didn’t want to delve any deeper.

You just wanted to sink into nothingness. To embrace the darkness as it calls for you. You don’t want to think about them yet they haunt your sleep. They linger in the corners of your mind, taunting you even. There were many things you regret about the relationship. Many things that you can’t atone for, no matter how hard you try. You wished that things were different and that you were more aware of the growing storms. You wished you had the intuition that something was wrong.

But you were played like a fool. Believing that everything could be just fine had you kept trying. You forgot to consider that while your heart burns like a raging fire, theirs have long been extinguished. The desire to try and fight for what you deemed meaningful was no longer there for them. You were the only one fighting this lone battle and the one who must bare the brunt of attacks.

You press your fingers against the surface of your chest. You wonder why it still beats, if not for someone? Were your dreams meant chasing after if there was nothing to see at the end? It was sad, you admit, that you find no joy or happiness in a future without them. You were dependent. Too dependent even. Too comfortable in a relationship that you thought might last a lifetime.

Was it your fault? For getting your hopes up and letting them crash? You weren’t sure. You weren’t sure why you were even here in the first place. Crying on your friend’s sofa instead of your bed. Holding him close as if there was more to it. Your heart and stomach began to feel sick with dread. Had you been using him? Were you doing so now? What did he have to say to all of this? You were sure that you are just testing his patience. At any moment, he could dump you out on the streets.

Oh, how you wish you could simply disappear. Erase yourself from every timeline and galaxy so that your presence no longer becomes a burden to those around you. You’ve always hated the idea that life could be better without you, yet you still entertain it nonetheless. You wanted to hang onto some sort of belief. You wanted to be right for once.

But was that true? Did you want to be proven right? Did you truly want to live a life in which you existed as nothing more than a burden? Or did you want to be proven wrong? To be shown that you were worth fighting for and that your life had meaning to people’s lives? That you had a place in this world, no matter how ugly and pitiful you may seem, you deserved to have a home.

You wipe away a few tears which had unknowingly slipped. You notice the way your cheeks burn and ache. Your fingers were dry and you wanted nothing more than to dunk your face into a cold bucket of water. You heard it helps with puffiness and redness.

You flinch slightly when a hand is pressed against your forehead. Your eyes open to look up at Kazuha’s gentle smile, one that is meant to soothe you. He sets down a small tray on the coffee table. The smell of hot tea and toast starts to quell your nerves, just slightly.

“You’re awake,” He comments, “I hope you got as much sleep as you can. I made you breakfast. I know you might not feel like eating, but you need something in your stomach.”

You stare at the singular piece of bread with a small square of butter. It was served on a plate that had two cat ears. It was endearing, to say the least. Had things been different, you could laugh. Instead, the prospect of crying and doing nothing for the rest of the day seemed pleasing.

“I’m sorry if it's a bit small. I don’t want to force you to eat.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine, Kazuha, thank you. You’re doing a lot for me and…”

You hesitate slightly when you pick up his mug. You bring it close to your lips, feeling the hot air brush against your cheeks and nose. It smelled nice. It was floral. And you wonder what sort of herbs he might have used to make it. You’ve always known him as some sort of tea connoisseur, with the way he talks about flowers and poetry, it comes as no surprise that when you see his kitchen, it is filled to the brim with dried leaves.

“I’m grateful,” You started, your fingers shaking slightly as your eyes begin to fill with tears. Memories of your relationship were beginning to resurface, breaking the covers of water that you’ve so carefully drowned it in. Words that have been said can never be taken back. Words that will forever stick with you.

“That even though I’m a horrible person, who messed up the relationship, and came crying to you. You would still help me.” Biting the bottom of your lips, it becomes hard to contain your overflowing river of emotions. He watches in silence as you hiccup. “I did everything I could…was that not enough? Am I just not enough?”

“I wanted it to work out so badly. I wish I could have just…” You bring your hand up to wipe your face. Your throat felt like it was beginning to clog up. Breathing was harder than it was before. And your stomach felt like throwing up.

Your heart felt colder than it did before. It now weighs heavy like a thousand bricks. You looked pitiful in front of him, and you hated that. You hated who you were, and who you became.

“I wish I could just disappear.”

He finds it hard to watch when your tears mix into the tea. He finds it hard to watch his closest friend be reduced to nothing more than a hollow husk of what he knew. So he reaches out, grabs it, and places it on the coffee table with smooth ease. You suck in a breath when he embraces you tightly. Your words end up caught in a net within yourself. His arms wrap themselves around you as he lets you sob into his chest.

“You have to keep moving forward,” He begins, “It’s going to be hard. You’re going to struggle for the next few weeks. You’re going to wake up feeling terrible. You’re going to cry a lot and you’re going to want to do nothing. But don’t you think about giving up.”

You hold onto him, clutching the sleeves of his clothes as if he might slip away. “Don’t give up on this life. You might feel like you don’t deserve to love or love someone. You’re going to feel like you don’t deserve anything but you have to know, that it's not wrong to be selfish. It’s not wrong to feel these things. It’s not wrong to want something better.”

“It’s not wrong to take care of yourself,” He pleads, pressing his forehead against your crown. He listens to the sounds of your wails, only holding you closer to him when he feels your grip becomes slack. “As long as you acknowledge your faults and want to change, that’s enough. You’re doing enough. You’re enough. You’re learning and that’s more than enough.”

“You’ll be okay.”

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lunaetis · 4 months

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@avaere asked :

he's tired of it. tired of having to report to whenever the whispers of a traveler sporting dark attire has wandered into his domain, tired of having to escort her back out again after --- time and time again --- stating that there is nothing of interest at the fortress. tired of her, and the way she puts him in these situations that have the duties of the duke in a chokehold, causing conflict in every gesture and action rising between them in the oddest of ways; the way her hair slid so neatly between his fingers remains in the back of wriothesley's mind, frequenting wandering thoughts on nights where he may admit to find loneliness far too boring of a company. eden is trouble, for he doesn't know her, not the wriothesley has had it in him to make any advancements in that direction. who and why are questions unanswered, left in nothing but assumptions from the warden's end, all thoughts skeptical in most ways. she's a stranger to fontaine, a stranger to other nations. there's no file on her. " i don't trust you," wriothesley mused, chains rustling as he rid himself of the heavy coat weighing down his shoulders, its heavy fabric meeting with the surface of the desk in his office. " i don't know anything about you; who are you, why are you here, why do you keep insisting on coming back ---" when he clearly attempts to deny her ( rather , himself ) the pleasure of --- what exactly ? their banter, seeing each other break boundaries and haul out parts of themselves that don't seem to do well in light? wriothesley finds it hard to answer, hard enough that boots echo through his office as steps carry him close to his guest ( clearly, it's a title she has begun to live up with how often he finds her around ). silvery gaze fall down onto hers , examining every feature as if trying to figure her out by here glances. he doesn't trust her. every bone in his body says so. ( there is something dangerous about her / what is it ? ) when did dangerous stop him ? so how come there's something in him that wishes to break past that skepticism, to reach out and --- eyes close for a second, chest heaving in a heavy, long sigh. oh , archons. why. " i don't understand you," and here there's a hand reaching out, sliding up against eden's cheek, that silvery gaze finding its way back onto her golden eyes ( they settle so quickly, sink into hers so willingly, starving for the gaze offered by her ), savoring in the gaze shared between them ( his touch is so soft , yet wary , ready to pull itself away if she proves to be hostile or raise threats to his name ). for only a moment, it might seem as if the duke... ... yearns. " ... but maybe i'd like to."

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─ why do you keep coming back ? a question that he had posed to her many times prior to yet another meeting of theirs, much to his displeasure. it was a question that the TRAILBLAZER had neglected to answer every single time he had uttered it. a shrug was what she usually gave him, followed quickly by her being distracted by something else and in turn, diverted even her own attention away from the query. sometimes, she'd humor him by claiming that she simply wanted to challenge herself whether or not she would be able to find another loophole in his security system he took pride in. the FORMIDABLE FORTRESS. or, maybe she simply took it as a personal goal to prove his effort in keeping her out futile.

one would never know with her. no matter what the real reason was, she had found her way into meropide once more, and in his OFFICE this time.

i don't trust you.

it wouldn't be the first time anyone felt that way about her. the words themselves didn't offend nor hurt her. it was simply THE TRUTH, and the trailblazer had long understood that about him. she would be blind to not know that from the way he treated her and the way those icy blue hues landed on her. DOUBT, skepticism, conflict. and to be fair, he had all the reasons not to. that was why she didn't blame him. it was only NATURAL to be wary of things you don't understand.

eden was leaning against the edge, the railing supported her weight as her frame faced his desk, facing him whether he was looking at her or not. it was as though he was trying to make sense of his own emotions, of his own actions up until this point. she could still remember his SCENT and taste when her fangs sank themselves into his skin — that, and the taste of his lips upon hers for that impulsive moment that she wondered if he regretted doing at all.

her eyes didn't take themselves off of him, not even for a second, not even when he had shortened the distance between them, and the moment his hand slid to her cheek, she TILTED HER HEAD UP, meeting his gaze. there was a quiet moment on her part as he spoke. each syllable lingered in the air — the warmth of his hand seeping into her skin and instinctively, she nuzzled towards his hand. it was different from the way she had acted around him. different from how she was so eager to bite him. her eyes closed, and she leaned into his hand.

... for once, wriothesley saw the usually rebellious intruder turning into ... a lost soul. in that moment, it was as though there was no WALLS nor masks between them. it was a raw, unfiltered emotion and vulnerability. she stayed still, allowing his touch to remain before her gaze slowly reopened.

" i don't know who i am ... " the words were uttered barely above a whisper. it sounded like a SECRET even when it wasn't one. her tone wavered for a moment as each syllable hung in the air. other than those upon THE ASTRAL EXPRESS and selected few upon herta space station ( barring the stellaron hunters who were responsible for her awakening, ) no one else knew that fact. if one listened carefully, there was a hint of REGRET lacing the words themselves.

regret ... ?

regret ... that no matter how much she wanted to tell him what he wanted to know, no matter how DESPERATELY she wanted someone to know her, to understand her, it was impossible. how could anyone hoped to know something even she didn't know ? gloved hand slowly came to his, placing over it to press it closer to her cheek.

and her fingers shook unconsciously.

it was the FIRST TIME she had ever looked so unguarded around him. so ... openly vulnerable. to allow someone to see through her, to see a part of her that was resonating with the core deep within. he had witnessed once of her faltering, of her control SLIPPING from the seed of disaster, but it was nothing like this. for once, she was ... genuinely scared. of what, exactly ? of the truth, of consequences, of WHAT she was, what she is, what she could be. when your path was decided for you, what did that make you ? when some strangers you don't remember, the destiny's slaves, probably know more about you than you do yourself. then how are you supposed to feel ?

i wish i could tell you. but i have nothing i could give. nothing i could offer. no past. no memory. nothing. and that's the truth.

i don't know who i was. i don't know who i am. i don't know who i'm supposed to be.

the WHIRRING of the stellaron inside of her made her thin her lips. what could she say ? what else could she tell him ? that she wasn't even HUMAN ? that she was made to become a vessel of something capable of destroying worlds and civilization ? that the burning warmth in her chest was CANCER OF ALL WORLDS ? that he was right to be wary ? she was dangerous. he was right to want to keep her away from here.

hold me. hold me. hold me. i don't want to hurt anyone.

why do you keep insisting on coming back ---

because ... because —

i want to be seen. not as a hero. not as a perfect vessel. not as the pawn to the script. because you don't know anything about me, maybe ... maybe you could see who i am without all those titles, without all those expectations, without the PAST i don't remember.

her fingers that rested upon his trembled. aureate orbs peered up towards him, gold meeting silver. the look she was giving him, it was one of HEARTBREAK.

" am i a threat to you ? "

i was hoping you'd see me as eden. even though i don't know who eden is myself.

#avaere #.answered #.[ eden | trailblazer ]#.wriothesley.eden tag #[ i have been staring at this ask for THREE WHOLE WEEKS #and my response changes EVERY TIME i tried to think of what eden might do #but all of it revolves around that question of who she is --- bc ... i realize that eden WANTED to tell him who she is #she wanted to #but the fact that she doesn't know #makes it impossible for her to do so #and she regrets that A LOT #coupled with that lingering fear that he'd find out about the stellaron #and that he'd view her as a threat #I DON'T KNOW IF THAT LAST QUESTION IS DELIVERED PROPERLY BUT IT WAS A VERY DEFINING MOMENT FOR HER TO ASK HIM THAT #this is all over the places i HOPE IT MAKES SENSE THO HJKLHLK ]

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themadauthorshatter · 9 months

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Ball's rolling. There's nothing really stopping me!

SAVING THE FRIEND!

Part 2!

I know this would technically be part 1 because the first post was a background/establishing post, but I have my system, don't question it

To recap, we established in the first part that Henry has gotten evidence of the Toppat Clan's criminal activity, gotten the leader Reginald arrested, and was pardoned for his own crimes. HOWEVER, Henry still got thrown into The Wall, where he met Ellie, and the two escaped with Charles's help, the two being brought in to help stopping the orbital station from going to space.

That said, we're moving forward!

Heads-up for kidnapping, whump, and torture going forward in this. Things will get violent and unpleasant for Henry, and there will be a warning like this in parts that it happens.

We start off at a hotel that the trio is staying at for the night. While Charles has parked the helicopter somewhere near the military base, he isn't exactly going to sleep in the barracks with two criminals.

Where they sleep, Charles and Henry share a bed while Ellie sleeps alone, Charles admitting he's glad Henry got out fine because The Wall is an intense place and they don't treat their prisoners well. Henry states that no prison treats theirs prisoners well, but Charles says The Wall makes the prison Henry was in look like the hotel they are staying at.

Henry yields, saying he was planning to escape anyway and more or less wanted to get Ellie out because he felt bad, and because she's metal.

Charles asks if they can trust her and Henry is mostly sure, because he's in too deep now to question it.

Ellie abruptly tells them to shut up and let her sleep before she takes the room key and bolts. Charles apologizes, but Ellie doesn't blame him, saying she thought about whether or not she could trust them too.

The team goes to bed for realsies and Henry more or less lies awake, even though he's lying comfortably. He's got a bad feeling that's scratching at him, but it's one he's had before, so he's trying to ignore it.

It's still there in the morning when he, Charles, and Ellie go to the military base and meet with Galeforce, who's happy to see Charles is okay and happy to see Henry is here to help.

He does a little iffy seeing Ellie, who simply waves, and the two only say they ran into each other in the past due to an incident regarding a motorcycle gang.

He disregards it and gets to the meat of it:

The Toppats are preparing to get their rocket into orbit and they don't have long to prevent the launch, so they need to get their rears in gear.

The trio set out after a, "good luck," from Galeforce, and Ellie and Henry get earpieces so Charles can talk to them.

After this point, what happens is a lot like the Brovert Ops ending, only it's with Ellie and the closer they get to the pilot area in the rocket, the less problems they run into. That bad feeling Henry gets returns, and for good reason because he and Ellie are met with Right Hand Man as he stands beside Sven Svennson, revealing that he has cybernetic augmentaions and he is not playing around, not like last time.

He attacks Henry and the two more or less crash land outside, RHM more reveling in the fact that Henry just fell into his lap. Since Henry made it easy, RHM offers him one shot, and Henry immediately pulls a gun.

Too bad, because RHM knocks it out of his hand and knees Henry in the stomach, and it hurts a little more than usual because of the cybernetics.

It makes Henry drop to his knees, grasping his stomach and barely able to stand. That's fine because RHM kicks him while he's down, admitting that Henry isn't exactly much of a threat like everyone thought.

Henry, sore and trying to stay focused, struggles back to his feet, swinging and landing a good punch on RHM. It costs him because RHM hits back, splitting his lip and almost instantly knocking Henry out. He kicks Henry again for good measure.

We hear Burt Curtis via earpiece ask RHM if he's coming back, as they're fighting off some opposition, and RHM tells him he's boarding soon, and to get a cell ready for their new guest.

Outside, Ellie is forced to flee and make a daring jump out of the rocket and onto the helicopter, where a battered and kind of bruised Charles is waiting. Charles asks her if she's okay and asks her where Henry is.

They get their answer when RHM flies by, holding Henry over his shoulder and saying he'll see them later, though he does shoot at them as a warning to keep their distance before he loads onto the rocket.

Henry is barely conscious enough to see them before he's dragged away, RHM telling the toppats to make sure Henry is "comfortable" in his cell.

Charles and Ellie are speechless as they watch, Charles being ordered to fall back, Charles revealing that the Toppats got away and have Henry.

#henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #ellie rose #right hand man #long post under the cut #hope you enjoyed!#saving the friend

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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how would ingo and/or emmet feel if their kids turned out to be yandere like them? would they be proud, happy, would they show them tips on how to get the objects of their affections to love them??? i need the content...fucked up family bonding time lol

:) you get it anon

Ingo sees it as concerning, at first. Perhaps it was a failure in his parenting to secure his son with the ability to trust. The way he keeps a notebook on his partner, debating when the best time to talk with them is, and keeping a watch on them alongside who they out with. All of this distresses him. Until he remembers his own endeavours with you. His son admits that he remembers how sad you were before being returned to Ingo, and that his father's stories of stringent dedication and devotion to you. The older twin's heart melts at his son's soft words. He is happy to help his struggling child.

You sit at the table with them, having made dinner with your 'husband' earlier that evening. Fear pulses through your veins as you hear them discussing whether or not kidnapping would be plausible. Waiting is better, they decide. Nervously you ask they are talking about. Ingo rests a reassuring hand on your own and informs that your son has found love. The problem being, his love seems to thing another is a better fit for them. Matching silver eyes bleed with darker intention as you worry for the poor person. You try to reverse the damage Ingo has done to your son, convince him that he should simply move on from his feelings. He refuses, standing firm in Ingo's idea of devotion, which itself arose from Ingo's father's own toward his mother.

That night, you are scolded for trying to interfere. He respects that you are wanting to help your son, but Ingo knows that love is something special and rare. He feared that he would never understand what his father and mother had until he had met you. His lips press to yours, and he whispers lowly into your ear, "Surely, you'll help them adjust, dear?" It is not long until the conversations about this poor person's fate are common in the household. You have read your son's logs, just as you had read Ingo's. It saddens you, but at some point you disconnected yourself. It's cute how Ingo gives advice to his son (if you ignore what it's for). Ingo is so happy to spend time with his son, outside of the usual train discussions.

Emmet catches one of his girls crying over the fact that the person she was interested in had chosen to ignore her love letter and even threw it in the trash. At first, the younger twin wants to put an instinctual fear into them, but his daughter pleads for him to help her. She still loves him; she still needs him. Her eyes are just as your own and break his walls down fast. Emmet understands. Emmet understands verrrry well how she feels. His smile his bright as he offers his help in any way for her. Her eyes grow dark with the same emotions that plagued him.

You sit at the table with both of your children and Emmet. His influence on them was impossible not to notice, they both became your twin wardens when he was not around. They agreed you were safest with their father, so you were not going anywhere. Their attitudes so similar to his own led you to believe his issue may have arisen from his nurture just as theirs had. It was distressing how they casually discussed kidnapping at the dinner table and debated what kind of punishments should be given from what broken rule. You had tried to teach them that their father was wrong in his actions, and how they needed to be better people than them. The youngest shook her head, declaring her father's methodology correct and the oldest sighed, saying that there was just no other way.

That night had a punishment for you, because apparently teaching your children that their father is morally abhorrent in a no-go. Emmet knows you still retain some will to leave, but he will not have you ruining his precious daughters' chances at love. Your pulled closed to him, hands bound behind your back, and kisses are trailed up your neck. "Darling… Please teacher their poor lover how to act? They will not go through the pain that I did," his voice is saccharine, holding malice from your escape with the twins. You nod, and he giggles. It became easier to ignore their discussions, instead asking about how their training is coming along. Were they any closer to being champions? You feared for when they did; Emmet was ecstatic for the power they would hold. Their poor darling wouldn't even know what hit them.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #yandere #i hinted at it in tones of home but its like 'genetic' and they get it from their father

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frostsong · 2 years

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9—05: CUTTING CORNERS.

idiom: to do something in the easiest, cheapest, or fastest way.

rating: g

characters: original characters, winnifred pole, siegfroi de mondesirre, prince haldrath (mentioned), euphemie de dansereau (mentioned)

tags: pages (the knight and squire kind), post-heavensward, reincarnation au

summary: a little gift leaves two pages conflicted.

wordcount: 563

“we’re supposed to hand it to him, siggy!” winnie whimpered as she pulled the blond boy backwards by his one free hand, while his other remained locked around the basket of delectable provisions—pastries that smelled of berries and chocolates and roasted nuts. winnie swore she recalled the captain having not much of a sweet tooth…but she could’ve simply forgotten. it was fair euphemie who she served, and she only knew of the good ser haldrath from how the former spent time with him—and that time extended beyond on-duty hours. at ten summers winnifred could already understand the importance of privacy, and so she carried all of their exchanges—let it be by word, by letter, or by the tenderness of their eyes—in her heart and mind, and silently swore to tell no one else—not even her father, the good baron pole, or her mother. fortunately euphemie’s relationship with him had become more and more well-known, so the weight of such a secret no longer felt as heavy as it had been years ago.

the blond boy in question let out a small whine as he hesitantly lowered the basket beside the doors of euphemie’s bedroom suite. she always knew he meant well—everyone in both the manor and the congregation did. but little siegfroi de mondesirre, her junior by a whole five summers, was notorious for being easily distracted. and food—by sight or by smell—was a recurring temptation.

“how am i to know you won’t come right back and steal it once i leave?” the hyuran girl puffed her freckled cheeks in frustration.

“knights don’t lie!” siegfroi made a proud fist against his chest.

“the good ones, anyway—and i’m going to be a good one!” winnie rolled her eyes, and stood protectively over the basket whose contents, though covered with a dark green cloth, still smelled fresh and heavenly—and she swallowed. she already had breakfast with the other pages promptly as the sun began its creep into dawn, hearty gratin with buttered knight’s bread and milk…

her companion fared no better. his brother and the rest were surely out and about doing their duties in the household, whether in assisting their knights or the servants (the dansereaus were, at their core, a military family; there was much to learn beyond the battlefield and the barracks), and here the two of them remained—frozen and staring with ever-growing sparkles in their wide bright eyes at a gift that wasn’t theirs to claim.

resistance finally came to her longer than she’d wanted to admit: toeing closer to where siegfroi stood, tugging them both backwards into the left of the corridor where they came and would return. this early in the morning, most of those who occupied the hall of the personal suites were still in bed, and winnifred would be beside herself in shame if she were to wake them.

“come on—come on! If we’re good, we can get something else from the kitchen—” hushed whispers were all she could manage, and thankfully her urgency was evident enough that siegfroi finally turned to look at her. that or the mention of food being found elsewhere.

“b-but didn’t you say—”

“never mind that!” if she was lucky, he would forget all about it by the time they reached the bottom of the staircase.

if she was luckier, her lady euphemie and ser haldrath would leave the room by window.

#ffxivwrite2022 #eggpens #prince haldrath #euphemie de dansereau

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twistnet · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet [ connor rhodes ]

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader + smut [ oral sex, cum, kinks, masturbation ]

DISCLAIMER ─ if you are under the age of 18, do not read [ nsfw content under cut ]

a = aftercare [ what they’re like after sex ]

the literal kind go aftercare. would wait on you hand and foot if you let him. this is oddly where his nature and personality as a doctor really seems to shine through as he puts that care of you first -- something he’s always done

he’ll clean you up with a warm washcloth or guide you to a shower or bath, if you ask. strips the bedsheets if they’re stained or wet, getting them loaded into the wash before putting on a fresh set. always has snacks and water set aside for you. in the case the sex was a little too rough and you need something to build your strength back up

b = body part [ their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner’s ]

himself -- if he had to break down and answer, he would say his chest. simply due to the reason that he’s been working out and is enjoying the progress he had made. that, and the ungodly amount of running he seems to do in the emergency department

you -- ass and thighs. can’t keep his hands to himself when it comes to you and your ass / thighs. he plays the part of a gentleman while out in public, but the minute he gets you behind closed doors, that's where his hands go

c = cum [ anything to do with cum basically…i’m a disgusting person ]

doesn’t have much of a preference, and leaves the decision up to you. as things progress, he finds that coming inside of you

d = dirty secret [ pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

threesome -- has been something he’s always thought about, yet has always been little too afraid to bring it up with you. he has no preference on male or female [ in terms of anatomy ] and would leave the preference completely up to you. however, he would want it to be someone that you are both comfortable with

cucking -- this is something he’s a bit too embarrassed to admit, but it’s something he’s thought of a time or two. whether he’s doing the cucking or being cucked, he doesn’t mind. obviously, just like with the above, it would have to be with someone you are both comfortable with [ if you would like to see more into this; please see @hauntedmilkshakeghost‘s sunday scenario about it -- [ link ] ]

e = experience [ how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

connor has experience but not in the sense many would think. it’s no secret he has had sex before with his previous partners, the sex was just something simple -- more on the vanilla side if you will. there was no real experimentation. this is more to say in his year, medical school / residency years. however, since meeting you, he has opened up to experimenting with you more

f = favorite position [ this goes without saying ]

missionary -- typically one of his favorites as he gets to see your face and it’s a quick way for him to know if you like something or not. he tends to use this one more often than compared to the others -- he isn’t one to really change position unless you just aren’t feeling it

cowgirl / riding -- another one where he can see your face, but he’s handing the reins over to you. he puts on a nice facade in giving you the power for the night, but don’t be mistaken. this man will switch on you in an instant if you are teasing him

spooning -- his go-to for sleepy / tired morning or after shift sex. there’s very little work involved and it seems to hit all the right spots when he’s in you. and while he may not be able to see your face, he’s close enough to you that he can get a quick understanding of how you’re doing

doggy-style -- dom!connor’s favorite. loves using this against you if you’ve been a bit of a brat or have been teasing him throughout the day. he has the most control and he gets to do things in this position the others don’t allow him to do -- hair-pulling, pushing your face into the pillow, clasping your hands behind your back

g = goofy [ are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc ]

connor can easily laugh things off but does hold a very serious nature to most. in a sense, if you laugh, he’ll laugh. but if there is something that is making your uncomfortable, like a noise that’s being made [ it’s sex, and weird noises are going to be made ] then he’ll either change position to help or distract you from it

h = hair [ how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc ]

connor tries to keep everything trimmed -- taking care to make sure nothing gets too unruly. however, he does work long hours and maintenance can sometimes fall to the way side, so things tend to get a little long. and yes, the carpet matches the drapes

i = intimacy [ how are they during the moment, romantic aspect… ]

connor can be very romantic in the moment [ he’s romantic anyways ]. but he’s needs and wants are always put to the side and yours get moved to the front. it might have something to do with his nature as a doctor, but he will always put your pleasure before his own -- he’s pleasure comes from your pleasure

j = jack off [ masturbation headcanon ]

connor rarely jacks off. even before meeting you, he was never one to do so -- either because he was too busy with studying for medical school or had a partner to help him

k = kink [ one or more of their kinks ]

breeding kink -- goes without saying, but after being together for a while, he starts to think about having a family with you. this stems from a little motivation of his, but it’s really more of an underlaying kink he just didn’t know he had. and whether you can carry a child or not, while kids would be nice, it can be turned into more of a claiming -- you’re his and no one else’s

uniform kink -- whether a paramedic, firefighter, police officer, doctor, or nurse, if you bring your uniform home, he will absolutely die and go straight to heaven. he loves seeing you in the uniform and while he would never be able to state why, he enjoys it to pieces

dom/sub -- there is a part of a connor that is a dom and it’s something he had accidentally fallen into and was found he was surprisingly quite the natural when it came to the roles of dom/sub

l = location [ favorite places to do the do ]

hospital supply closet, hospital rooftop balcony, his apartment bedroom, your apartment bedroom, a restaurant bathroom -- basically, any place where he can get you behind a locked door

m = motivation [ what turns them on, gets them going ]

living saving -- seeing you save someones life or do everything you can to do so, is surprisingly a major turn on for him. he’s pretty sure it had something to do with the high of adrenaline that comes during and after but it doesn’t stop him from pulling you into a quiet space for a quickie

uniform -- [ see kink ] oh, if you are a paramedic, firefighter, police officer or work as doctor or nurse, connor loves seeing you in your uniform. you don’t need to bring it home or do anything fancy really, he just loves seeing you in it

kids -- [ see kink ] connor loves kids, but seeing you with kids sparks something inside of him. he would eventually love to have a family with you at some point and nothing gets him going like seeing you interact or hold children

smaller things that get him going -- if you have long hair; putting it in a ponytail, wearing his clothes or anything with his name on it, seeing you dressed up for an event, domesticity, kindness and knowledge

n = no [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs ]

this goes without saying, but nothing that will hurt you -- physically or mentally, and nothing that will cause humiliation

o = oral [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc ]

giving -- could go down on you all day, everyday -- that’s how much he enjoys it. cold care less if his jaw is sore, it’s just a reminder that he made you feel good and would 100% do it again. prefers giving over receiving and will really only take receiving if you offer

receiving -- as stated above, connor only really wants oral if you offer. he will never seek it out from you. but, once you start going down on him, he literally melts and the only thing coming from his mouth is endless praise

p = pace [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

connor is typically very in the moment, so the pace translates into something along the lines of slow and sensual -- where he’s taking his time and being particular but there is also some force behind his thrusts. now, dom!connor only knows fast and rough, but he takes you into account and is always watching to make sure you aren’t in any pain

q = quickie [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

connor is 100% always down for a quickie. a round before both of you have to go to work? yes. meeting up during lunch for a quick round? yes

r = risk [ are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc. ]

connor takes risks, but not risks -- let me expand. the most risk he is willing to take is pulling you into the nearest hospital supply closet and having his way with you. there is no room for error and doesn’t leave anyone exposed. aside from the potential embarrassment of getting caught

s = stamina [ how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last… ]

connor has a good stamina -- look at how often he’s running around trying to help patients. he could go for about two rounds before his body starts to feel like jello -- also takes into account how you’re doing as well. as for how long he lasts, it all depends on the pace. if it’s a drawn out, sensual session, he’s going to last longer compared to a fast, rough session

t = toy [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

doesn’t own any himself, but if you have toys of your own, he has no issue with you bringing them into the bedroom to use. show him how to use them and what you like, and he will 100% incorporate that into what he’s doing

as for himself, he’s never used or thought of using them on himself. if it is something you would like to do, he’s open but do take things a little slow with him so he can understand everything about it

u = unfair [ how much do they like to tease ]

connor likes to tease, but not in the bedroom. he likes to rile you up in public, get you going or have you thinking about him all day with simple touches and a few filthy whispers in your ear -- he gets a real kick out of seeing you frustrated beyond doubt and you can’t do a single thing about. however, once in the bedroom, he doesn’t like to tease as much -- if we look at it in the sense of edging

v = volume [ how loud they are, what sound they make ]

connor can be quite loud, depending on what’s going on. the most heard from him are a few curses laced in-between moans and grunts. however, if you are going down on him, he’s not quiet -- spewing praise as you work him

w = wild card [ get a random headcanon for the character of your choice ]

there was a time when connor had brought his doctor’s coat home -- it had needed a wash after starting to smell like a hospital and had washed it, leaving it to hang in the laundry room. you had found it and put it on for fun, twirling around it the coat as you laughed to yourself. connor found you a short time later, wanting to ask you something when he caught you wearing it. his question was long forgotten as he quickly got you settled atop the washer and had his way with you in nothing but the white coat

x = x-ray [ let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words ]

6 inches, thick girth from base to tip

y = yearning [ how high is their sex drive? ]

connor’s sex drive is pretty medium. in the sense, that he doesn’t need it all the time but does have it quite regularly. it does slow down after he’s settled into a relationship but the acts and intimacy don’t ever falter

z = zzz [ how quickly they fall asleep afterward ]

connor is use to not getting much sleep, given the hours he works and the routine he fell into while in medical school and during his residency. so, he doesn’t fall asleep quickly, and instant offers to stay up with you if you aren’t all that sleepy as well

he’ll fall asleep eventually, mostly after seeing you drift off cuddled up against him. then he’ll reach over and turn off the light before turning in himself

#chicago med #chicago med x reader #chicago med imagine #one chicago #one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #connor rhodes #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes imagine #connor rhodes smut #n*fw alphabet #gn!reader #twistnet #twistnet works 2022

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

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transias · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Charlie Dalton

A/N: Alright you sinners, here ya go! NSFW Alphabet with Charlie Dalton, enjoy ! <3

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

Charlie is pretty lazy after sex. All he wants to do is cuddle and fall asleep. He will not let go of you, if you want a glass of water he'll whine about how it's "bad luck" to leave him after the deed is done.

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

Charlie's favorite body part of himself is his hair... Yeah at first there was a debate of whether or not hair is considered a body part but it turns out it is! Charlie also likes his chest, hence why he draws the symbol of virility constantly, he also likes it when his S.O. runs their hands through it.

His favorite body part of their partner's is their neck and collarbone. He can spend hours leaving kisses, hickeys, or love bites on them.

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

Lord, this man... he is so spontaneous when it comes to where he likes to cum. Sometime he'll cum on his partner's ass, on their chest, on their mouth, he'll just ask if it's okay!

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

Charlie lowkey likes being called "daddy." He's not much into the whole daddy kink thing but something about being called that gets him going. His partner called him "daddy" as a joke but little did they know that was an awakening for Charlie.

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

I'd say he's sort of experienced. He started reading erotica as a joke but then he started to like it and thanks to it, he gained a bit of knowledge. But when it comes to the moment, he has an idea of what he is supposed to do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Charlie is very experimental when it comes to positions. But one of his personal favorites is when his partner is riding him, their hands pressed against his chest, his hands on their waist, and when they lean down to kiss him. Another one is when his partner's legs are wrapped around him and he's pressing them against the wall.

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

This is Charlie Dalton we're talking about. Surprisingly though, he only makes a few remarks, earning either a small chuckle or a playful smack on his shoulder.

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

He does take care of it if he sees it's getting longer. He lets it grow but not to the point where it looks like chaos.

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

I will admit, Charlie is pretty romantic, especially during foreplay. He loves whispering compliments, gently holding their partner in his arms, and overall just how warm the moment feels to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Charlie has definitely jacked off in the shower more than once to their partner. He loves jacking off to the image of their partner under him, moaning out his name and their arms gripping his biceps.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Charlie strikes me as the kinkiest one out of all the poets. His kinks include orgasm denial, overstimulation, with a tiny little sprinkle of begging.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In Welton, there aren't many places where one can have fun without being heard. So he locks Cameron out of his dorm and you both do it in there. He's made a few jokes about doing it on Cameron's bed and you can't tell whether or not he's being serious or not.

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

It's pretty random. Sometimes he gets turned on by their partner simply sitting on their lap, other times when they're bent over to reach something, or even a small kiss on the cheek can get him going, depending on the mood he's in.

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

Absolutely nothing that includes body fluids (other than cum) or humiliating their partner. He is strictly against that.

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

LOVES receiving! He's not against giving, he's pretty good at it, but he's just more into the idea of receiving.

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

Charlie's more into the fast and sensual side of it. He likes taking it slow sometimes but when he's going fast he'll make sure his partner is alright and nothing is hurting them.

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

Likes them! They happen a little too often than he likes to admit, sometimes after a meeting in the cave you'll have a small quickie in there.

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

100% yes ! Most of the times you're literally so confused like where does he get these ideas from?

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

As many rounds as his partner wants. The longest you guys have gone for is five rounds, Charlie is set on breaking that record soon though.

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

He's heard rumours about these so called "vibrators" and had thought about using them on their partner to tease them. Oh yeah, speaking about teasing!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The biggest tease ever. I'm not even kidding this man takes pleasure in hearing you whine and get upset at him teasing you.

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

He likes being loud. So you both hear moans from each other, sometimes groans, and boy does this man have a dirty mouth when it comes to cussing.

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

Charlie is a bit possesive but he has thought about a threesome. Sharing you with Knox or another one of the boys doesn't seem that bad. One time he was close to asking you about it but he got a bit scared.

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

Average! Not too big but not too short, it's basically the perfect size.

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

He's a teenage boy... and he's also Charlie so his sex drive is higher than the Empire State Building.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I swear one minute he'll ramble about something then the other one he's fast asleeps. It's pretty funny and adorable.

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supervillain-smut · 2 years

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Stefano Valentini Alphabet

Yeah, so what if I went out today and bought TEW 2 simply because I’m simping for Stefano? Anyways, here, I had to lol. Warnings: lemon since apparently Tumblr wants to censor the shit out of me.

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

Stefano is a very attentive lover, his aftercare involves cleaning both of you up, showering you with kisses, and pulling you as close as physically possible, as well as showering you with praise, depending on how much he put you through.

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

Every part of him, save his right eye, of which he is self-conscious of, is his favorite part of him; but he's a sucker for a nice pair of legs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He prefers one of two ways; coming inside you, to spare some clean up and uncomfortable sheets, or all over your face.

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

He secretly adores three things: if you can speak Italian do not stop speaking to him in it, he'll melt and audibly sigh if you caress the right side of his face or kiss around his eye, and he adores being fawned over and called pet names, bonus points if they're in Italian.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fairly well-versed, and can be quite the charmer, when he tries. You can expect quite a few nights experimenting, finding your rhythm, getting to know each other extremely intimately.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He's always a fan of whatever positions he can be closest to you in; whether he's pressing his chest to your back, or covering your body with his head in your neck and your legs around his waist, he's content.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be both, and even switches momentarily. Usually, though, he starts off playful, is a mix of playful and serious during, and mostly serious with just a hint of playful during aftercare.

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

This is Stefano we're talking about. Of course he's always neat and presentable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's a complete and utter romantic, he whispers sweet nothings, he peppers kisses everywhere he can reach, his hands wander every inch of skin, his eyes stay locked on yours if the position allows it. He absolutely worships you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He has gotten carried away once or twice during his work, he must admit. Other times, he's just bored or can't sleep.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He adores praise, hunter and prey, domination, throat-fucking and even cock-warming during lazy mornings or nights when he just wants to be as close to you as possible. He also really, really likes making you beg, teasing you into madness, and giving you almost impossible commands he expects you to follow immediately such as 'stay still' and 'be quiet'. You'd think he'd be into knife-play, but that's actually not the case.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He enjoys the thrill of potentially getting caught, so quickies with you on your knees in the gallery are more than likely to happen, but if he's being honest, he'd much rather prefer having you all to himself in the bedroom, although he's not objecting to put the furniture and even the walls to good use.

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

He just can't help a good game of cat and mouse, and if you're going to just sit in his lap and grind into him and think you're going to get away with it, you're wrong. Another thing is if he spots you with any of his clothes on, and so help you if you make any kind of noise when he kisses you, your neck or your shoulder.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't bring the knife into the bedroom, not ever, although he won't object to playing rough, such as choking or spanking, he won't do anything that would potentially scar you.

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

He's much more into receiving than giving, and you'll have to work for him to give, even though he adores the way your body moves and the noises you make when he does, he just can't help but play his little game and make you ask for it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Stefano is a big fan of fast and sensual, but he has no problem with being rough; being slow, however, is a problem for him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them, at the right time, in the right place. He won't fuck you just anywhere, that won't do. He'd also much prefer proper sex, to properly convey how much he loves you, though one could argue his inability to keep his hands off you could also be a fair testament.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves to experiment, try new things within reason, figure each other out, risks not so much. The occasional risk of getting caught? Yes. The risk of hurting you? No.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Stefano is an endurance hunter, that's one thing for sure; as far as he's concerned, you two could go all night, so long as you can handle it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Should he ever get his hands on a toy, particularly a vibrating one, pray to whoever or whatever you believe in he'll go easy on you, because it will take a miracle for that to happen. He severely enjoys driving you to the brink of insanity just before he harshly pulls you back to reality by completely halting what he was doing.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Forever. That is, however long it takes for you to become a panting, whining, writhing, begging mess. He's the king of teasing, and sometimes even then he won't stop. Truly sadistic.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's fairly vocal, whether it's moans, grunts, groans, and maybe even a whimper, to whispering sweet nothings and joking, Stefano is not what you'd call silent.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He's an absolute softie, for the right person. I'm talking completely adores, loves, and dotes on whoever he deems worthy of the affection. You must accept him and his work completely, and it will take a lot of trust building but to see what he's like completely in love is worth it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's no small feat, and will definitely take some adjusting, and is circumsised, with a prominent head, and a slim shaft.

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

His drive is extremely high, and he's constantly proposing you two take a quick break, relieve some stress, whatever excuse he's made up this time.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep very quickly, especially at first. He stays up for around a half an hour just staring at you or if you're also awake, just talking or telling you how beautiful you are, or how much he loves you. Once you're fully in a relationship however, he's content cuddling up behind you and promptly dozing off within ten or so minutes.

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

Oh, lawd! i have to post everything again! Send me all your energy. If you wanna be tagged, just inform me!

Also, I’ll be changing the story by a little, (or by a lot, idk) from my previous version.

You were feeling like John Travolta from the music video of Stayin’ Alive. Vibing to your own rhythm, living your own freedom. Attending college miles away from your hometown, you were the captain of your ship. Though you loved your parents more than anything, you were glad for the freedom granted upon you.

Your Freshmen year had just begun and you had already made a few friends. But what you didn’t want to accept just yet was your crush on one of them, Bucky. With his steely blue eyes and boyish charm, even a goddess might fall for him, and you were just a mortal. You were simply happy with being friends as you believed he would never like you and well, a little crush never hurt nobody.

Completing your shift in a local bookstore, just outside the campus, you were walking back, lost in your own thoughts. What caught your attention was a group of howling high schoolers; from the look of it, they were barely a year to two younger than you. A group of tall and popular kids were bullying a skinny, helpless dude; ufff the usual cliché you thought to yourself. What you failed to notice though was his bleeding nose.

You were a kind soul, always helping others, but you were no fool. All alone in an unknown town, you weren't going to confront the burly teens who were twice your own size. After giggling and cracking some stupid jokes on the poor dude trying to impress a girl, they left him and that’s when you noticed all the blood. You quickly crossed the road and walked towards him. He seemed smaller than he was as he was crouching down and trying to rub all the blood.

“Hey! Pinch your nose, don’t disturb it by rubbing.” you said while bending down. “Uhh, okay... thanks!” he looked at you with big doe eyes and you were utterly mesmerized by the blue oceans he had for his eyes. “Do you.. Do you need something else kid? Where do you live?” you asked giving him a candy and your water bottle. “I’m no kid!” he exclaimed and you flinched.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are helping me and here I am shouting at you.” You could clearly see remorse in his eyes and you wondered why would someone hurt him? “yeah, yeah.. It's Okay... now have this candy, the sugar will help you feel better.” you said with a soft smile. “thank you so much... and by the way I live two streets across. I mean I can go by myself, I'm a grown-up.. But...” he trailed off and you helped him get up.

“I’m Steve” he tried his best to smile and you followed by sharing your own name. And with that his chatter train began, he explained that he was just trying to help another girl getting bullied, when the bullies decided to change their target and chase Steve instead.

“you should wear your own mask first and then help others wear theirs.” you quipped and instantly bit your tongue. “Hmm, what?” he asked genuinely curious. “what I meant is that you did what is correct and very brave, but sometimes you gotta think for yourself too. But these are just my thoughts.” you shrugged. “I’ll remember that.” he said with a genuine expression. And after a million thank yous he finally went in his house. By the size of his house, he seemed rich and you wondered maybe this wasn't that cliché.

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The next day, you were walking back the same road, when you thought of Steve. He really was a kind and sweet person. This world needed more of people like him. And just then you saw him smiling brightly and waving at you, his nose bandaged. He had a huge box in his hand.

“Heyyyyy! Thank you for helping me yesterday. So I just... kinda got this as a ... a token of appreciation. I considered you might like donuts, so I got you this.” He said rubbing his nape. His cheeks had become so red he looked like a ripe tomato. “well, if you haven’t already given me diabetes by saying so many thank yous, after eating sooo many donuts I’ll surely get it.” At that you both chuckled and the atmosphere became lighter. As you picked a donut, he looked at you with such admiration you thought you would melt then and there.

Suddenly with a stern expression you asked “what if it’s drugged?” His eyes widened and he stuttered, “I... I would never do that ...” he looked down and you thought he might cry. “hey waittt.. don’t get so sad.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I was just joking. I have this really bad habit of saying things when I shouldn’t. God I just ruined everything.” You just made a mental note not to joke around him, he seemed to be quite emotional. Though it was going to be difficult to tame your tongue. “don’t be. I just take things too literally.... anyway let’s have some donuts what say?” He said with such shine in his eyes you wondered whether he was sad just a moment before.

You both walked up to your university campus, munching on donuts. You both shared things about yourselves. You told him how you were passionate in becoming a doctor. He on the other hand talked about his struggles in studying. “will you help me? You are so smart and bright, will you help me study if I have a doubt or something?” he asked giving his big doe eyes.

You weren’t going to agree at first, you had just met him a day ago. But after looking in those calm blue pools of his eyes you agreed. Seeing the joy on his face, you wondered whether he just won an Oscar.

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already fallen in love with you, yes love, he was convinced that you were the one for him, his one true love. Not a moment had he been able to think of anything but you since he had met you. You were everything he needed and wanted and much more. He was simply desperate to spend more time with you.

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It had been around six months since you met Steve. Over the time you two had turned out to be best friends. While Steve had fallen even more in love with you, you had fallen hopelessly in love with bucky. While you always told bucky about Steve and vice versa, you never confessed to Steve about your love for Bucky, thus furthermore increasing his hopes. You desperately wished to make Steve and Bucky meet. They were two important people in your life and you more than anything wished that they got together well.

Today was the day when you decided to arrange a small meet and greet at the park where you and Steve met every day. You and Bucky walked together towards the tree where you usually sat with Steve waiting there for you. You knew both would like each other, but somewhere deep within your gut you were getting a not-so good feeling about this.

Steve’s eyes lit up seeing you but as they turned to Bucky, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of him. You didn’t like that one bit. “Bucky!?” Steve exclaimed in half disappointment and half fear. “You both... you both know each other?” you ask bewildered. You tried chuckling to lighten the mood but by the looks of it they were sworn enemies, but you prayed that you were wrong. “yeah, we know each other a little too well... Uh... We were good friends once.” Steve quietly admitted.

All this time Bucky had his jaw clenched, dragging in a deep breath he began. “I knew it! I knew it would be you, you little fucker! You want to have everything don’t you? Goddammit! I had this feeling it was you but I thought it was too much of a coincidence, but no. fate had to be so cruel.” you were shocked to see Bucky's sudden outburst. You wondered what conspired between the two, as either hadn’t ever mentioned the other.

You were snapped out of your thoughts with Bucky calling your name. “let’s go. I don’t want to see him even for a minute more and neither do you.” Bucky started pulling your hand but you stopped him “Bucky no. I guess you have some misunderstanding; Steve is a good person. And you don’t get to tell me who to talk to and who to not.”

Suddenly Bucky turned back to Steve, anger written all over his face. “You didn’t tell her, huh, did you? Don’t worry I'll tell her. Steve is the son of Joseph Rogers and he is the freaking Don Corleone of this area. Do you know how my father died? Steve’s father had him killed just because unknowingly he provided shelter to his father’s fugitive. Steve just pretends to be a caring, emotional person but he is a snake behind that mask, so is everyone in his family.” towards the end Bucky was in tears and you were in utter shock. Now that you tried to remember, Steve never really did tell you much about his family. And the fact that Steve wasn’t denying any single allegation made you want to puke your guts out.

“You have taken too much from me. But not this. Not her. Not the woman I love more than anything.” Bucky said it out loud in the heat of the moment. You were too dumbstruck to even blink. Did Bucky just confess that he loved you?

Bucky turned to you and held your arm with such softness you wondered if he was just now screaming his lungs out at Steve. “I know I can't tell you who to be with, and I promise I never will in the future, but trust me you want to be caught up with him or his family. And still, if you choose him, well then, I can’t be with you.”

You knew you had to make a choice then and there, there was no going back, and you chose Bucky.

#chris evans #sebastian stan #mcu #marvel #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #mob!steve #dark!bucky #mob!steve x reader #dark!bucky x reader

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blackcatfromthevoid · 3 years

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Hi, I'm new to your blog and really love it!

Could you with a headcanon about a predator trying to court a S/O that is trying to court them as well? Like he gives her a skull and she makes him food?

Hi! And thank you so much! I'll try my best with these headcannons

(Sorry this took so long I had to get my creative juices flowing)

You courting your Yautja and them courting you at the same time:

Confusion- At first the both of you are aware of your feelings however neither of you are entirely aware of the others courting methods

At first things started off small. Your Yautja friend would hunt game animals from earth and gift them to you. It wasn't uncommon for you to see the polished skulls of deer, moose, etc, placed nicely as a centerpiece in your living room. You were uncertain as to why they started to give you such gifts. You knew it ment something important in Yautja culture though. Little did you know, they were trying to court you.

You knew how you felt about them so eventually you return affections in your own way. You couldn't hunt like they could but there was perhaps something else you could do? You settle on the idea of fixing meals for them. I mean they were a big alien warrior and they have to eat, right? So everytime when they returned to your home you always had something nice and hot for them to eat. You were happy they always accepted the meals you made.

Your Yautja friend enjoyed these meals and was thankful for them of course. They were confused as too why you started feeding them though as they usually found their own food. This made them wonder, was this a form of human courting? The thought made them very excited and determined to bring you only the best trophies.

Things went on like this for a while. More trophies appeared around your home and more meals were being made. Things naturally escalated. The trophies and meals got more elaborate and grand. Soon it was like you were becoming a chef and your yautja was making a museum out of your home.

The both of you realize what was going on rather quickly after things picked up. One day the both of you confess that each other needs to have a talk. So the both of you take a seat in the living room ready for the big discussion.

Your Yautja friend speaks first. They explain very directly that all those trophies was because they wanted you as a mate. They got all those various different skulls and such to impress you of course. Only the best for who they're courting. Since you didn't reject their gifts they just kept on giving. They do admit to being unsure whether you felt the same way or not.

You confess that you suspected that might the reason why they'd started but wasn't entirely sure. But you also admit all those delicious meals you prepared for them was your own way of flirting back. You were aware receiving these kind of gifts from a Yautja was very important so you wanted to give back you said. But you had no idea what to give so you defaulted to something everything needs, food.

There was a brief moment of silence after you both confessed. The air was awkward until it was broken up by your Yautja friend laughing. You were pretty surprised since you've never heard or seen them laugh, so you just sat there stunned.

After they stopped laughing they explained that the both of you were courting the other but neither was totally sure. They compared this to one of those "movies" you told them about. You began to laugh too.

It was funny the both of you tried courting the other without words. Both of you picked up on the others actions and both of you had uncertainty about each other. But now that you've both chatted about it, the air was clear. Now you both had that nagging question in mind. Will you be my mate?

You blurted out the question. You ask, "So are we going to be lovers now or..." It was pretty frank but both you were dying to know. It doesn't take long for your friend to reply with a trilling yes.

Ecstatic, you jump up and hug your now mate. At first they're a little surprised at first but they wrap their big strong arms around you too. You both share a long warm embrace, with deep purrs bellowing from your mate.

After you both let go, your mate asks what that if that's a common way for humans to show affection. You say yes, you're curious as well so you ask how do Yautja commonly show affection. They simply say, "Like this." Next thing you know your small face is being cupped in their giant hands. They lean in and gently rest the crest of their head upon your forehead. You lean your head towards theirs too. After a while you both pull away from each other.

"Wanna know one more common form of affection? " you ask them. They're eager to learn so they quickly say yes. "Lean a little closer to me," you tell them. They do that and you put you hands on their broad shoulders. Despite them leaning over for you they're still super tall. Standing on your tippy toes you manage to place a kiss on their crest. They look a bit confused by this at first. But it quickly turns into enjoyment.

"What is this action called?" Your mate questions. "A kiss," you reply. "I like this kiss gesture...will you give me another?" They say. "Of course! As my mate you are granted with infinite kisses!" You say going in to smooch them again.

Hope you enjoyed reading this!

#alien vs predator #avp #predator #yautja #exophilia #ask #request #my writing

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imagineyourworld-old · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet with Wolffe

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mentions of injuries

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

After sex Wolffe is a puppy (sorry for the pun). He makes sure that you’re alright, gets you a glass of water and urges you to pee afterwards (he knows it is important for your health down there). If the two of you are not too tired he just loves taking a bath with you, just holding you close, shampooing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

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

Wolffe loves your lips! How soft they are against his, how pink and plush they look after kissing or when he bites them (he also adores when you bite them when you’re nervous or thinking), the marks they leave on him and how good they feel on every single part of his body.

As for himself, I feel like Wolffe would be proud of his arms/shoulders, especially whenever he gets to hold you close he loves knowing that he is strong enough to protect you (even if you don’t need him to) or carry you to the bedroom when you’re in the mood.

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

Whether he has pulled out and spread his seed on them or some of it tickled out of you, Wolffe loves seeing your thighs covered in his cum. And he loves licking it off of them.

And as mentioned before he loves your lips, so seeing even just a single drop of his cum on them is a close second favourite.

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

Wolffe would love to watch you touch yourself to the thought of him. You’ve told him that you’ve done it before, but at that moment he was too surprised to go further into the topic. One day though, he promises himself, he will ask you if he can watch.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not crazy experienced, but he knows what he’s doing. Wolffe is a very closed off and private person, so he doesn’t just jump into bed with anyone, but there have been times (before you were together of course) where he went home with someone after a night out.

F = Favourite position (This goes without saying)

Wolffe’s not picky, he’s fine with whatever feels best for you. But oh boy does he get off on seeing the expressions on your face when he’s deep inside you, so basically any position in which he can see your face (and kiss your lips) is his favourite.

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

He is a pretty serious person in general, so he’s not exactly goofy in bed, but that doesn’t mean he is opposed to laughing every now and then. The first time you laughed, however, had him feeling incredibly insecure until you explained that you weren’t laughing at him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc)

Wolffe is a pretty tidy guy, so he keeps his hair groomed, but not entirely shaved off.

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

It may be surprising, but during sex Wolffe can be a real romantic. He wants to make sure that you’re feeling fine, that you’re taken care of and your pleasure always comes first. But even though it’s rare, sometimes he can be rough and have his way with you (as long as you agree of course), but as soon as he’s finished he’ll take care of your needs.

J = Jack off (Mastrubation headcanon)

Before he met you Wolffe just didn’t understand the appeal of mastrubating. But now, when he thinks of you, he sometimes can’t help but sneak off to his private quarters or the shower and get off to the thought of you.

There was this one time you sent him a spicy holo and let’s just say he spent some time alone after that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One word: Cockwarming. Some days he enjoys having you so close, being one with you and knowing that you only do this for him and no one else. Some days he likes to tease you, make you all hot and bothered by giving you the bare minimum, but keeping you stuffed full of him all the same.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since Wolffe is a pretty private person it should come as no surprise that he prefers the privacy of your bedroom, he’s fine with your living room as well, but the bedroom simply gives the two of you more space and a comfier setting.

He’d never say no to taking you back to his room (let’s just say he has a private room, ok?), but prefers your place, because there he feels completely off duty and there his brothers or general won’t interrupt whatever you get up to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Quite a few things, actually. Let’s just make a list, shall we?

Since he loves your lips seeing you wearing a new or bright shade of lipstick, using a straw, licking or biting your lips or anything else that draws attention to your lips has him hooked.

Catching a glimpse at hickies he left on you just make him want to do it (and you) all over again.

Soft kisses to his collarbone or the place where his neck meets his shoulder always leave him wanting more.

Seeing you in either lingerie or his blacks usually has him half hard from the sight alone.

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

While he loves leaving hickies everywhere, Wolffe would never leave any other kind of mark on you. He might be projecting a bit, but he remembers the pain when he lost his eye and got his scar, and is sometimes still self conscious about it, so he would hate leaving even the slightest scratch or bite mark.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc)

Wolffe enjoys both giving and receiving, but gun to his head he would have to say he prefers receiving. Not only because he gets to see your lips, swollen from kissing and him biting them, wrapped around his cock, but also because he gets to lick the last drops of his cum off your lips and taste himself on your tongue.

But when it comes to giving he is so skilled, it’s ridiculous. If asked you’d say he is even better with his tongue and fingers than he is with his dick.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

His life is hectic, so when the two of you have time he tries his best to make use of that time with soft and slow love making. Wolffe enjoys touching and kissing every part of your body, teasing you and committing every part of you to memory for when you have to part ways again.

Some days, though, when he is especially stressed or needy or you have been teasing him a bit too much, Wolffe wastes no time getting both himself and you off.

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

He’s not a big fan, but sometimes there is just no other way. Maybe you have been teasing him too much, maybe you haven’t gotten alone time for a while, maybe he just needs to know that you’re there and you’re his for a moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc)

Here we need to differentiate: While Wolffe is down to experimenting and finding new ways to pleasure you (and for you to find new ways to pleasure him), but he’s not a risk taker. Anything that might get you hurt or end up in the two of you getting caught in the act is off the table.

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

Not exceptional, but not disappointing either. He can usually go for two, maybe three, rounds in a row, and know how to make them last. If you’re planning on a long night however, he’ll have to take some breaks, during which he’ll put his hands and tongue to good use, so you’re not complaining.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

He’s not a fan, but not opposed either.

So far you haven’t used any toys in your love making, but he knows you use them when he’s not around, which makes him kinda curious. He won’t bring the topic up unless you do though, and that has nothing to do with the fact that he might be a slight bit scared, nothing at all.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Wolffe never teases you in public, but once the two of you are behind closed doors he constantly has his hands on you, sometimes he just wants to cuddle, but sometimes he wants to get you riled up. Maybe he whispers something in your ear, his husky voice making even the most innocent words sound dirty, maybe he lets his hands roam your body and squeeze your boobs or thighs, maybe he even slips his hand inside your trousers, whatever he chooses to do that day, you know you’ll end up in the bedroom.

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

While he’s usually pretty quiet he lets out soft whimpers whenever you hit a sweet spot. And on the rare occasion that he is frustrated, either because you won’t do as he says or you won’t let him do what he wants, he actually growls, much like the animal he named himself after.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon for the character)

Wolffe is usually a dom, but on the rare occasion the two of you decide to switch it up he’s the whiniest, most impatient sub there is. Since he usually cannot refuse any orders in his day to day life he loves disobeying you to the point where it can be frustrating and you’re close to giving up and letting him take over. He won’t let it go that far, however, because even though he’d never admit it (at least not while sober) he loves it when you take control and do as you please.

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

He’s a soldier, so he’s strong and muscular.

Down there Wolffe is long, but not exactly longer than average. He is quite thick though, so when he’s inside you he really stretches you out.

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

Wolffe’s sex drive is not crazy high, which he is glad of since there’s a war going on and you can’t just jump at each other whenever one of you feels like it. But there are a few rare days when he feels like he’d go crazy if he can’t have you right that moment.

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Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Wolffe is, he always makes sure you’re alright before he even thinks about sleeping. Once you are taken care of, and preferably laying in his arms, however, he falls right asleep. Wolffe doesn’t get much sleep and he never sleeps better than with you in his arms.

I’ve wanted to write an NSFW alphabet for quite a while now, because I feel like it’s a good entry point to writing smut, but most of the characters I wanted to write for already have hundreds of these, so when I couldn’t find one for Wolffe I knew my time had come.

As I said, this is my first time writing smut and also my first time writing for Wolffe, so please excuse any mistakes.

#wolffe #commander wolffe #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #wolffe imagine #wolffe smut #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe smut #star wars the clone wars #star wars imagine #clone wars imagine #clone wars self insert

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rpd-rookie · 3 years

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HOLIDAYS - LEON S. KENNEDY X FEM!READER (PART 2)

Summary: Leon meets Y/N again and let's say she isn't done playing with him. You don't mind company in your hot tub, do you Leon?

Author’s note: Sorry about the long wait. I know it's been a while since I haven't updated this fanfic or posted a RE fan fiction. I was busy with work and writing for other fandoms. Hope you'll forgive me and that you'll like this chapter.

Tags: NSFW / Flirting / Slow Burn / Teasing / Seduction / Roleplay / Hand Jobs / Slight Angst / Explicit Sexual Content

(Part 1)

PART 2: The Game

Men are foolish to believe they have no weakness. All men have weaknesses. And even if Leon wanted desperately alcohol to be his only one, he had to admit there was another. One more pleasant and yet sometimes as hurtful and as destructive. Women. Sultry strong women. Those who steal your heart, toy with it like a cat plays with a mouse, crush it with their sharp stilettos to finally throw it back at you without an ounce of remorse or sympathy. How many times he had fallen for those women! How many times he had hurt himself! … And asked for more.

There was possibly something rather addictive, something even rather masochist in doing so. And the fact that he was aware of it showed how stupid he truly could be.

It was a lovely night, slightly cold but starry. The fresh marine wind was blowing softly in the trees and the bursting bubbles of the hot tub massaging his tensed muscles were filling Leon’s ears with a peaceful melody he would gladly listen to for hours. Eyes closed, he could almost imagine what it truly meant to be on holidays, what it truly meant to relax, to forget. Almost. The truth was he could not escape Raccoon City … as he could not escape Spain, or Tall Oaks or any other place he had been, any other place he had survived, any other place he had lost. They always knew how to creep into his brain, always knew how to tie his stomach in a knot, how to make his heart heavy, sometimes –often- in moments when he was the most eager for peace of mind. They were doing it right now. They had been doing it for quite some time now. Since the bombing in DC or maybe before.

“You almost make brooding look hot, you know?” Leon immediately jumped and turned around, startled by the cheerful voice pulling him out of his dark ominous thoughts. A reflex he had acquired and sharpened over the years fighting deadly BOWs. But when his blue eyes lay on Y/N (or Y/SN; He didn’t really know how he should call her), he relaxed and allowed his tightened lips to slightly curl into a weak but sincere smile. “Years of practice.” “Then that explained the wrinkles on your forehead.” She approached him soundlessly, leaving the shadows in which she had been watching him, and squinted at his face, possibly trying to detail all the little aging signs carving his skin. “Is that why you’re wearing a fringe?” “It’s not a fringe!” He replied rather offended and yet perfectly aware that she was merely teasing him the same way she had teased him in that bar a couple nights ago. But his hair was sacred! And he hated when someone was making fun of it. Too bad his little attempt at sounding aggressive only made Y/N laugh and want to mock him a little bit more. Just for fun. “Well, it looks like a fringe… An emo fringe.” Leon frowned and without realising it brushed his hair aside with an annoyed pout the woman found just adorable. “Wow. You’ve got two eyes. Who would have thought?” “Are you done?” She chuckled, eyes shining with mischief as she sat on the edge of the hot tub, legs crossed so as to deliberately show her bare smooth thighs no longer hidden under the white hotel robe she was wearing. Leon couldn’t help but gaze for a second or two, suddenly wondering how that beautiful skin would feel against his calloused fingers, around his waist. Probably amazing. Electrifying. Damn she was good! He thought. Pulling him out of his traumatising memories to throw him deep into a well of lust. Not many women could do that. And it was annoying as much as it was endearing. “Would you like me to keep you company in there?” She offered in a voice that could not disguise the lewd seconds thoughts she had in her mind. But then again, disguising them wasn’t what she wanted. And they were both adult and experienced enough to know that a woman offering to join you in a tub wasn’t doing it to have a chat about the weather. And that was fine. Leon could use some distraction right now. “Depends. Will you keep taunting me?” He questioned trying to resist her a little bit longer even though, for some weird reasons, watching her fingertips touch the bubbling hot water and softly caress the surface was making him suddenly aching. It was as if he wanted his skin to be the water, as if all the things she was doing –even the one that should be innocent- were purely sensual … sexual even. Whether it was always fully voluntary of not, Leon wasn’t sure. But damn, she was surely making her way under his skin. “Well you have to admit my little taunt got your mind of whatever you were thinking about.” She smiled and brought her fingers to wet her neck as she discreetly and proudly peeped at Leon who was observing the droplets running down her skin with dilated pupils. “You’re cleverer than what you let on.” He admitted. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re playing with me or if you’re just flirting.” “Why not both?” Her fingers fell to the collar of her robe to slowly brush the soft fabric off her shoulders, revealing more burning naked skin that made Leon briefly fidget under the water. Was he that touch-starved? “Why not something else?” Could she hear his erratic heartbeat in his chest? His brain screaming at him just to grab her and pull her in his laps? See all his attempts at keeping his cool slowly crumbling to let the obscene fire growing in his loins take over? Her mocking smile made Leon think she probably could. “And what would that something else be?” He asked, curious.

He watched her take a step back. And unconsciously, he leant closer. Like a magnet. Not willing to be left alone or to let her go. And miraculously, unlike many women before her, she didn’t leave. She simply stood where she was and brought her hands to the belt around her waist. “What do you what it to be?” And Leon stared; hypnotized again by her enticing moves he wished were quicker. “Or better question. What do you want me to be?” She unknotted the belt and let her fingers crawl back to the collar of the robe to open it slowly. The mere sight of her décolletage made Leon gulp and suddenly all his tries to keep his eyes on her beautiful face became vain as they always found their way back between her breasts. “A college student with daddy issues …” She opened the robe wider, showing more of her skin “…who’s eager to spread her legs for a married man who lost wife, kids and beagle to his best friend? Or…” more of her breasts, her rosy nipples, her belly, offering a glimpse of her young body “A very naked young woman seducing an old –clearly naked as well- emo boy in a hot tub?” The robe wasn’t covering anything that should have been covered anymore. Leon could see everything, everything enough for his cock to harden under the water and for him to thank for the bubbles hiding his arousal. “Is that what you really are?” She entered the hot tub, towering him like a naked Venus calling to be touched. And god knows how hard it was for Leon not to touch her or to stop thinking about pressing his face against her womanhood. “That looks like what I am right now. Don’t you think?” She let herself slowly sink in the water, not taking her eyes out of him. “And that looks like something you like.” She purred and when Leon thought that she would sit on him, straddle his legs and finally feel his aching member against her… “Only a fool would not like it.” “And you’re not a fool … Leon.” … He froze.

Leon’s eyes widened. Did he hear that right? “What did you just call me?” His tone, though tinted with surprise, had recovered its seriousness and gravitas. But it didn’t seem to unsettle the young woman before him who was still keeping her aura of sensual cheekiness. “Isn’t that your name?” Leon frowned, wondering how she knew and what the hell her intentions were. “You know it’s hard to pretend to be someone else when your name and photo was shown on national TV barely a week ago. Leon S. Kennedy the national hero who saved America from bioterrorism yet again.” “ So you knew all along?” “ I call it naked truth.” She smiled proudly and he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the pun. “What? You said it yourself, I’m cleverer than what I let on.” “ So this little game … What was it for?” “ We can continue if that’s what you want.” She came closer to him, (colour) eyes staring deep in Leon’s own. “ Cause we haven’t stopped playing?” “ Well, I’m still playing.” She put a hand on his sculpted pectorals.

The contact, warm and delicate, made Leon slightly shiver and he looked at her palm slowly going down his firm chest, caressing his skin down to his carved abs, following the line of hairs below his navel until it finally reached his still hard sex “And with what I’m feeling right there. It looks like you can still play with a little help.” He winced as he felt her delicately grab his shaft. “ You’re impossible.” He managed to say between gritted teeth. “ I know. You told me last time... You want me to stop?” She murmured in his ear, her hot breath tickling him in a pleasant way. “I didn’t say that.” His eyes found her face again but only for a short while. Soon they focused on her lips, now so close to his. “Good.”

For an instant he thought she would kiss him to eventually put an end to that game of theirs. That would have been the perfect occasion for them to finally let go to their most primal impulses. But she did not. Instead, she remained the way she was, her face a couple inches away from his, her parted lips so close to touch his and her eyes locked with his. Perfectly in control and taking an excruciating delight in watching Leon lose his composure as her hand was slowly toying with his manhood under the bubbling water. “I think you needed that.” “ You have no idea.” A guttural moan escaped the barrier of his lips and his stomach tensed. Leon could feel his member throbbing in the girl’s grip. He was close already and not even slightly ashamed about it. That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to crumble under her touch. And maybe that was what he wanted too now that he was thinking about it. He closed in blue eyes to focus only on her, on her touch, on her hand, moving up and down in cock, again and again, on her fingers, sometimes caressing the tip, sometimes tracing the prominent veins of his shaft, slowly, oh so slowly. A pleasuring torture he almost wished would be never-ending. “ You know, if you want me to fuck you, you should stop with that amazing hand of yours and quickly climb on top of me.” She chuckled at the sudden dirty talk and surge of confidence, happy to finally see him that way. But as his hands grabbed her hips to bring her in his laps she purred “As much as I would love this, we still have more games to play, Agent Kennedy."

Leon's eyes opened in a flash. Flabbergasted, he felt an atrocious void and a terrible discomfort when, completely powerless, he watched the girl stand up and leave him with nothing less but a smile and a wink. But as much as he wanted to be vexed or resentful, he couldn't help but laugh, thankful that somehow she had managed to take his nightmares away for the night. Sure he had blue balls but those were the best blue balls of his life. " We sure do, Y/N"

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