#i like before i d*e (fingers crossed)
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mess (m)
synopsis. There’s only one way to make sure you stay. And he’s willing to do anything.
pairing: yandere oc x fem!reader.
wärnïngs. yändêrê, mäsöchïstïc tëndëncïês, öral (fém récîevïng), délüsïònál béhâvïöûr, präïsè kink, ëxplïcït smüt, ëxtrëmë yändere, MDNÏ
part one — part two.
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You look like you want to kill him.
Ezekiel removes his hand from your wrist, and immediately falls on his knees. You are visibly fuming, the way you’re chewing on your lower lip has him quivering in fear.
Although you look so sexy at the same time to him, glaring down at him with those E/C eyes of yours, your teeth nibble on your lip,
okay not the right time, stupid!
He stops his train of thoughts and barely manages to look into your eyes, “y-yn…” you cross your arms to your chest and clench your jaw.
Oh you really want to kill him..
“P-Please don’t misunderstand!” He begs you, his voice is loud and panicky. “I don’t know why she was here!” He confesses to you.
You look around the hall, it’s empty! Why can’t you focus on him instead, all of the people are busy attending their classes.
He has to go too but no he won’t, not when you’re so quite, when you’re fuming. And he could always catch up later.
Right now his priority was only you.
He needed to fix this mess that his ex girlfriend had created.
“Who the fuck was she huh?” You spit at him, oh your eyes are turning dark, he’s in so much trouble, it excites him.
“M-My ex…” he grabs your legs before breathing in. “I-I broke up with her almost a year ago, I-I don’t know why she decided to study here!” He feels so frantic.
You have to believe him! He’s telling you the truth!
“Hmm..” you mumble something he can’t comprehend… he can’t tell what you’re thinking, you’re so good at hiding your emotions. Your eyebrows furrow all of a sudden,
He feels like he can finally breathe again.
“An ex huh..?” You seem to be in a deep thought, Ezekiel nods his head and looks at you with his grey eyes, filled with desperation.
“Let go of me.” You command him, your gaze is empty. He panics. No he can’t let you go, he has to please you, he has to make sure you don’t abandon him!
He can’t afford that, oh no he’d rather die by your hands than let you go.
“N-No please d-don’t leave me! L-Let me make it up to you yn!!! Pl-Please!” He only holds onto you tighter, “l-let me please you!”
There’s only one way to make you stay. And he would do anything to make you stay. He grabs your legs tighter, and pushes his face into them, inhaling your scent like a dog.
“You sick fuck.” You curse at him, “such a slut aren’t you?”
“Only for you..” you smirk at him, he feels his heart thump in anticipation, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
He wants you so bad.
He follows behind you like a puppy, you keep searching for the janitors closet and he’s starting to get impatient, “look there!” He points it out for you,
Oh please let’s just get in, already!
“I can see it.” You roll your eyes at him and open the door to see if anyone is in there, once you are sure, you signal the impatient guy to come in.
And he immediately complies, he doesn’t wait for your command to lock the door, and you don’t stop him either.
He turns around to look at you, staring at him with a bored look in your eyes, “come on.” You sigh, “take off my jeans.” You point your fingers to your jeans and his eyes light up.
He walks over to you, his mind feels so hazy, he can’t see but you.
“Y-Yes t-thank you yn..” he gets down on his knees, his fingers reach your zipper and he tugs at it, taking off your jeans eagerly, his eyes bulging out of the sockets as he stares at your underwear.
His fingers trace the lace, his mouth is watering as he slides it down to your legs.
He shudders as he stares at your bare cunt.
And he feels so much hunger.
“So beautiful…” As you spread your legs for him, he lets out a shaky breath. Ezekiel’s shaking, he pushes his face between your legs and takes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent once again.
You smell so good.
Your thighs trap him and you feel his light stubble on your skin, he drags the tip of his tongue along your slit, his spit getting all over as he gives it a few kitten licks,
It feels so good.
It’s hard for him to take it slow, he wants to eat you out feverishly, but he wants to savour the feeling of you on his tongue.
“F-Faster, don’t fuckin tease me. I need you.” You grab his hair and pull on it harshly, his teeth graze your bud and you gasp when he bites on it gently. He quickly pushes one of his digits inside you, pumping in and out, making you squeal.
You’re dripping.
He feels so feral and attaches his mouth on your cunt once again, lapping at like a starved man, the lewd sounds of your cunt are making him feel so hot, he’s di hard, it’s painful but the way you’re tugging at his curls is so hot.
You use your other hand to push his face deeper into your pussy and he almost cried from happiness, you’re enjoying yourself.
He doesn’t waste his time to spit on it and then continue to eat you out like a feral animal, he knows that you like it rough, messy and nasty,
And who is he to deny you?
He feels so lewd, with your nectar and his drool running down his jaw, he can’t stop, your moan’s burn in his memory,
He loves those little weak whimpers coming from you.
“S-So tasty, fuckin suffocate me, y-yes please clench around my tongue, o-oh yes!” You only moan louder at his dirty words
“G-Gonna cum, puppy ‘m gonna cum…”
Oh he’s about lose the last the bit of his sanity.
He drags his tongue all over your cunt, sucking all over your thighs so his marks stay, he loves you so much, you drive him absolutely mad.
“D-Don’t stop… don’t f-fuckin stop.” You command him, you use your hand to push his face deeper into your pussy, again.
He’s in heaven.
You want his tongue to feel so deep inside you, so how can he deny you?
He tilts his head to the side and your back arches, “love you s’much, only you.” He is slurring out his sentences at this point.
“Cum… please f’me.” He begs and you let go, your hips buckle up and he squeezes it, you gush around him and he takes it all, “O-Oh puppy..”
“Y-Yes that’s it… give me all of it!”
He slurps it all up like a good boy, you have his mind shutting down, he cums on the spots too, his boxers feel so fucking heavy but it’s okay.
It’s all because of you.
You make him a mess, and he loves it.
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Fiber Sale (need money for moving; also trying to destash) !! Only shipping to the US. All prices include shipping.
Would also really appreciate donations if you want to help support me but can't buy something for whatever reason.
Check the original post to see what's been sold and what hasn't (I will cross out sold items). First come first serve.
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Prepared Fiber--all of this is prepared by me :) the following 4 are cheaper as I can ship them in normal envelopes
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nsfw alphabet | mt19
✦ word count - 1,129
✦ summary - a-z of pure matthew tkachuk nsfw
✦ warnings - mentions of smut?
✦ ava’s notes - genuinely thought this was longer, but it isn’t LMFAO. my first post about ratty matty, super excited! he’s been my fav for a while now and i’m finally posting something! hope you enjoy :)
nhl masterlist
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He makes sure to take care of you once everything has settled down. He cleans you up with a warm, wet towel and kisses you sweetly, telling you how good you were for him. About 80% of the time, he curls up next to you and naps with you.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Matthew’s favorite body part on himself are his hands. He likes gripping onto your love handles while fucking into you from behind, and loves how quickly you cum on his fingers when he fingers you. His fingers hold so much power over you, and he loves it. Matthew’s also caught you staring at his hands once in a while.
His favorite body part(s) on you are your tits. He falls asleep holding one or the other, he loves holding onto them while fucking you, and loves how squishy they are, no matter how big or small they are. He adores your boobs and will forever be a boob man.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)
He likes to cum in you, but is also perfectly fine with cumming on your face, chest, back, tummy, etc.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Matthew has fantasized of you getting a tattoo of either his initials of his jersey number, #19. He’s possessive like that.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I’d like to say that Matthew is indeed experienced. He’s gotten around, and definitely knows what he’s doing.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
Doggy, but a close second is missionary but with a leg crossed over. Also loves seeing you on top of him, grinding your pussy on his dick, or bouncing on top of him while watching your tits bounce as well.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s more serious than goofy, wanting to pleasure you multiple times before he receives anything.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He keeps it trimmed.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He’s romantic when he wants to be, and makes you feel as special as possible.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He’s jacked off to you while on away trips. (He steals a panty or two before leaving)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Matthew likes to spank you and watch as your ass reddens under his touch.
I’d also like to say he gets turned on when he sees you in his jersey, with his last name in large letters, and his number plastered on your back.
Matthew loves to praise you and worships your body, sucking harshly on your delicate skin before watching bruises from where his lips once were.
Another kink he has is watching you ride his thigh, if that’s considered a kink. Watching you fall apart on just his thigh turns him on so much. The way your bare cunt feels on his thick thigh…how wet you get by grinding on him… He actually has came in his pants once or twice before.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Preferred place is the bed, but anywhere works. Car, couch, kitchen counter, shower (another personal favorite of Matthew’s), and maybe even up against a wall.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You and only you. You could literally walk past him and he immediately gets a stiffy.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anal. Sorry to all the people who think he’d be into that. And also pegging.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves giving oral. He loves looking up through his eyelashes and seeing your face scrunch up while eating you out.
If he’s on the receiving end of oral, he isn’t complaining. Matthew can’t help but pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail and slightly gag you on his dick.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
If he’s angry or worked up, it’s fast and rough. On the other hand, if he just wants lazy, sleepy morning sex, it’s romantic and loving.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He prefers to take his time with you, but if you don’t have the time, then Matthew will absolutely fuck you fast and hard.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Matthew’s definitely up to experiment. Taking risks, like fucking in a semi-public place, then he’s up for it, but you’ve gotta keep quiet.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I’d like to think he could go multiple rounds before stopping. (He boasts about how long he can last, let’s be honest)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
If he’s away on a road trip and can’t be there to satisfy you himself, then he’ll let you use a toy to get yourself off, whether it be a vibrator or a dildo.
When he has the time, Matthew loves to facetime you and watch you fuck yourself, while simultaniously pleasuring himself as well.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s very much a tease. Matthew likes to see you getting all worked up before giving you what you really, really want.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He grunts and lets out quiet moans, letting you know how good you make him feel. Dirty talk is guaranteed every goddamn time.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Matthew likes to fuck your tits and cum on your chest and face.
Another wild card is that he loves to spoil you. Tickets to a home game, some glamorous necklace, or a spa day, he’ll do it with love.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Average length, a little on the thicker side. Proud of his size.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
High. Need I say more?
Matthew’s sex drive is high. He’s in a relationship with the most beautiful and sexy girl in the world, how could he not want you on a daily basis? He definitely lets you know too, whether it be straight up telling you or teasing you until you give in.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He makes sure you’re taken care of before holding you close, laying his head against yours, and sleeping soundly.
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The Gate of Salvation NSWF Alphabet
[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]
NSWF Alphabet for Aemond from my mini series The Gate of Salvation made for my one year celebration. I show perspective of what it looked like with his beloved. Dirty things below.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Afterwards, he is a complete devastated, crying mess, going through some kind of panic attack, and the only thing that can calm him down is her reassurances that she still loves him, that she is not disgusted by him, that he is not a bad person, that she forgives him.
He snuggles up to her and literally sinks into her body, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck, feeling safe only with her. Once he calms down he makes sure she is comfortable, that he hasn't hurt her and she doesn't need anything.
B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
He adores every part of her body because she is a miracle of God for him, but he loves her eyes most, her soft, tender gaze, he melts thinking about it.
C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)
He cums only on his own hand. He doesn't want her to be touched by the effect of his sin, dying internally every time she licks everything off his fingers.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Well... he is the Pope. Everything he does with her is his dirty secret.
E = Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Before his beloved: absolutely none. His morning erections aroused his disgust. He had never thought of such things before he met her, considering them simply sinful and primitive.
F = Favorite position
Sitting with her on top, his face nestled between her breasts, he can then touch and feel her in every possible way, can kiss her and watch her reactions, which calms and arouses him, while at the same time not really seeing anything.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
There is no room for laughter in this sacred act of their closeness, what they do and how they do it is a very serious matter for him.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
All natural and clean, as God himself has created him.
I = Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
He is very insecure and affectionate, he needs to feel her close, her embrace and her voice give him a sense of security. He could spend the whole night whispering in her ear how much he loves her, how much he needs and wants her, satisfying her with his fingers, gazing in awe at her fulfilment, comparing her to Bernini's Baroque sculptures.
J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
He only masturbates in front of her to restrain himself from throwing himself at her right away and put his cock inside her – he wants to feel her this way when he's already on the edge. He doesn't touch himself when he is alone and thinks about her, repenting in this way.
K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Definitely a religious kink. Her calling him Holy Father when he touches her, when he slips his fingers deep inside her, or thrusts into her, send him into another orbit.
L = Location (where they like to get it on)
As comfortable as possible, in her room on her bed, somewhere they can both feel safe because they are still stressed about being caught in the act.
M = Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Her telling him that she loves him, that she is only his, the sight of her at least partially exposed body, her crossed legs when she sits, her breasts peeking through from under her dress when she is not wearing a bra. His manhood literally throbs with delight at the sight of her every day.
N = No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
He would never let her give him a blowjob or handjob. He would die of despair, shame and regret for humiliating and insulting her. Anal and other weird things are out of question. Big no.
O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
He would never let her suck him off, but he himself had dreamed of tasting her from the very beginning.
He would arrange everything so that the room was completely dark and he could not see this intimate part of her body, but only feel it with his sense of touch, and then with slow, timid flicks of his tongue he would bring her to the brink of despair.
Hearing her sobs, her thighs shaking in his embrace, her hands clutching his hair, he would slide his tongue deep inside her, eating her weeping cunt like a starving man until she came all over his face with the loudest, sweetest moans of pleasure he had ever heard.
He would do it often to her ever since.
P = Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Because he's constantly aroused and doesn't masturbate when she's not next to him, he doesn't last very long, but neither of them cares.
Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
On the beginning they do it painfully slowly, but once he's deep inside her, his brain disconnects, and he slams into her as if he hasn't seen her for a month.
R = Risk (do they like to try new things)
Definitely not. Meeting his beloved is risky itself.
S = Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
After one round, he is so overwhelmed and shocked that he needs at least a day or two to calm down and come back to himself.
T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
None.
U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
When he sees her talking or getting close with any other men, his mind goes into the mode of a stern judge who asks her if she is sure that she deserves to be fulfilled. He gives it to her, satisfied only when she is a babbling, leaking, quivering little mess, reminding her to who her body and soul belong to.
V = Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
When he touches her in her most intimate place, when he rubs against her leaking cunt with his cock, when he thurst into her he is a whimpering, panting, babbling mess.
W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)
None.
X = X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
Heaven's Delight.
Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)
When he sees her, he is melting. It doesn't necessarily always end with sex, but he always wants to be as close to her as possible.
Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He makes sure that she fell asleep first, listening to her calm breathing, and he cuddle himself between her breast and sleep like a little baby.
He wants to cry when the alarm clock on his phone rings before sunset so that he has time to get up and go back to his rooms before anyone realises he's not there. He is so comfy and warm in her embrace, lying with her under the duvet, that he only wishes he could stay with her longer.
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Can I request a Philip Graves NSFW Alphabet
A/N: On second thought, I don't dislike his character as much as I thought I did... No particular reason, or anything 🫣
Warning(s): explicit content (18+), smut
Word Count: 3k
꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GRAVES MASTERLIST
// have a request?
⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Not the most delicate, but he tries, and that’s what matters.
Very cocky after sex, but that doesn’t diminish him from making sure his partner is alright (a glass of water, a caress of the reddened marks forming, etc.) Most common with him, some harmless jokes coming from his lips at your expense, all while he’s fixing the stray strands of hair he messed up in the process.
[ ❝ i’m not laughing at you, just couldn’t resist that look on your face, sweetheart ❞ ]
[ ❝ you’re not all shy now, are you? ❞ ]
In terms of actual aftercare, he would keep it short and sweet, handing you clothing items sent flying minutes before. Despite just doing the deed, Graves would turn his back and allow you to redress yourself, no matter how silly the gesture seemed in comparison to what he’d just done to you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself—not a body part, but his cheek scar. He thinks it makes him look super sexy, and definitely shows it off in photos. When he first met his S/O, he was practically crossing his fingers that they would ask about it, so he could heavily embellish its origin.
On a partner—an ass man through and through, no matter his partner's figure. His fingers roam constantly, resting on your hips and sliding downwards until he can cup it. It’s not always sexual, either, sometimes he just somewhere to rest his hands on you.
Just how many times did he ogle it before you two even said a word to one another? An embarrassing amount… And after there’s an established relationship? He doesn’t even try to hide it unless he’s around his coworkers.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It’s no secret, he likes cumming inside the most when he’s allowed.
But even if he is, there’s one place he likes even more—the chest. Whether his partner is fem or masc., he likes when it drips from their cleavage/sternum all the way down to the in between your thighs. It’s like his own personal way of marking his S/O, an he pictures when he needs a quick fantasy.
And there’s definitely a lot of it. Like, a lot. Sometimes, he wonders how there’s any left for the second round.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
(W/ prior consent, duh) Perhaps it’s his southern upbringing, his religious guilt for having such an “impure” fantasy. But a mix of corruption kink + bimbofication is his dirty secret—a partner whos clueless when it comes to sex, but also when he’s flirting with them, batting their lashes and fussing over their appearance. One where he can be their first, one where he has to explain each thing he’s doing, to talk the brainless partner through it, etc…
[ ❝ I bet you’ve never even touched yourself… ❞ ]
[ ❝ touch yourself, right there… keep going. ❞ ]
[ ❝ you never done this before, hm? Does that feel good? ❞ ]
Even if he does this “roleplay” with a partner that’s not sexually inexperienced, or has a personality completely opposite to the one in the fantasy… if they’re willing to play the role, to let him indulge in it, he’d melt.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He definitely wasn’t always good at it, the man-whore lifestyle grew on him (lmao)
Years in the service, most of his intimacy was hookups, until he advanced through the ranks enough to mature and reserve more time for his romantic life. Though those serious relationships often fell apart, he gained a lot of skills from them—sexually, not with his communication.
By no means, is he a sex God, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know exactly what to do. As clueless as he is when it comes to nuisance or social cues, when intimacy is involved, Graves is surprisingly adaptable.
You didn’t like that, but you loved this? We’ll never do that other thing again, then—that type of attitude.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary—I mean, look at him. But that doesn’t mean it's not a stimulating experience; not at all. His partner’s legs would be as spread and controlled as he wanted them to be. His absolute favorite variation would be one leg up on his shoulder, the other hooked around his waist, that way both parties get the best angle, and he can keep a firm hand on his S/O’s thigh.
Cowgirl (+ reverse)—Adores it, probably would choose it every time if he didn’t enjoy switching things up so much. He has a full view of his S/O, all his favorite parts on display, whether they are facing him or not—and his hands can roam. Fingers dig into thighs, light smacks on their backside, gripping the chin to force a kiss, probably all in a matter of seconds.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tries so hard to be a hardass, but it doesn’t suit him.
Sure, if there’s some roleplay involved, he can play that serious, dominant part with ease. But, casual intimacy with a partner? There’s a grimace on his face, or he’s chuckling at your reactions to his movements, whispering little lighthearted comments.
Being serious all day long has its downsides, so why not have a little fun… while having the other kind of fun? ;)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very well groomed, but not bald down there.
His hair doesn’t grow very thick, or very rapidly, so it’s relatively simple for him to keep it contained. The hair that is down there is super short, more like a short, blonde stubble.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Quite romantic, when the mood is right. A special day for you two, or a good day in general? He’s especially tender.
But I don’t get the feeling he would take too much time with his S/O… it’s not in his nature. There wouldn’t be candles or music, or rose petals, but his charming words and skilled hands would make up for any lack of showiness.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Probably has a strict routine, to do it every morning or every night, purely to relieve the stresses of his job, as opposed to pleasure. Sometimes, he’ll do it just to get to sleep that night, or when he’s deployed for months at a time and misses his S/O.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Crying kink: most arousing if his S/O wears eye makeup and it's ruined by the time he’s done, running down their cheeks from the tears brimming. Though he wouldn’t do it often, there might be some pain inflicted to induce the tears (w/ prior consent).
Dumbification kink: heavy on this one, because he knows he’s doing something right. Once his partner is unable to form sentences or let out sounds too loud to properly respond to him, it’s a rush to his ego. Though he likes verbal feedback, hell, even a conversation in the middle of sex, them being too deep in their own pleasure to speak is a turn-on for him.
Breath play (receiving): to put it bluntly, he’s too terrified to try this on a partner, for fear of hurting them. But to be choked by his S/O, or the air restricted in some other way, it’s definitely a lowkey turn-on for him. But, somehow he still remains in charge, all while gasping for air.
Breeding kink: quite vocal about this one, and he wants kids someday, so why not? (w/ prior consent) When not involving the whole pregnancy aspect, it’s just a pretty sight to look at for him—the aftermath of it oozing out and down his partner’s thighs.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He’s quite picky with his locations. Bed or car, those are his two most common places, anywhere else is pretty rare for him. Of course, there would be some sex in his office once in a blue moon, but that’s about as far as he would go.
Bed—there’s way more opportunity for movement, less strain on each other’s bodies, and it’s somewhere you’re both familiar with. On the plus side, it’s much easier to strip and change the sheets, rather than sanitize an odd location after the deed.
Car—(Just look at him, he has a pickup truck. Don’t fight me on this) It’s purely his own fantasy, fucking his partner in his truck, especially when he’s on the move, or Graves simply couldn’t wait until you made it home. Definitely would keep a hand on your thigh during the drive, or if he was hinting at some car sex, it would slowly tease until you cave.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Visual teasing turns him on the most because he wants the smooth (or dirty 👀) talking to be left to him.
Most commonly, and most unbeknownst to you, when you’re busy with a task while wearing one of his shirts. (filling the dryer, placing a dish in the dishwasher, even just scrolling on your phone while bent over the counter). Even when fully clothed, it gets him, but most of all if you’re only wearing underwear underneath his shirt. Better yet, if you’re wearing nothing at all.
And he doesn’t always act on these motivations, sometimes he can’t because he’s halfway out the door. Other times, he just wants to savor the image as long as possible, to release the pent-up sexual frustration later, when it had all day to simmer.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There’s a lot he would do for his partner, but anything involving weapons, genuine pain, he won’t do it. If his partner wanted to roleplay, say some dub-con, he would do it just for them.
But full-on non-con, no preparation, no reciprocation, even if it’s just an act? He’s not into it. It’s not just vocal reassurances he needs, it’s physical—his partner touching him, wetness, begging, etc. He won’t be satisfied unless he can physically see them want it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving—an acquired taste for him, because he was once very inexperienced and awkward about it. It was never something that grossed him out or something he refused, but he was more worried about not doing it properly, despite how much his partner might be receptive to it. To make up for it, he always uses his hands at the same time, a sure way to make it pleasurable, just in case his tongue isn’t enough. Once he gets going though, once he learns every little sweet spot, he’s not coming up for air until he thinks the time is right.
Receiving—hear me out; I don’t think he enjoys getting head nearly as much as the average man. Of course, he would indulge himself if his partner was willing, perhaps wanting it every so often, but I feel it’s a rarity for him. When he does, he’s surprisingly gentle, only guiding his partner's head a small amount, and he prefers if the pace is slow and sloppy. He wouldn’t force you to your knees, bruise your throat, or yank your hair, not unless it was a fantasy of yours, of course.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Shockingly, he’s quite rough and fast, despite how unadorned his preferences are. In the act’s entirety, his pace is quick and rough, but not painful. He starts slow, but after being given any look of approval, he goes his usual unrelenting pace, all while his hands remain delicate. If his partner enjoys the fast pace, it’s perfect, and he would go until his body couldn’t.
If not: Once he’s gotten his climax, or he’s satisfied himself, he’s willing to go slower in favor of his partner’s pleasure, and only theirs. In fact, it’s almost immediately after he finishes—he doesn’t remove himself but slows himself to ensure his S/O will be just as satisfied. Slow, but deep thrusts no matter the position, just until they’ve finished.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He has a love/hate dynamic with quickies.
Little “joyrides” where he parks abruptly and has his way? Can’t get enough of it, and it’s merely a recurring fantasy. The same as, a quickie before he leaves for work? Finds it incredibly sexy if his partner stops him just before he’s out the door.
But, when his work is in the way of taking all the time he wants with you? That’s when he yearns for more time with his S/O, to get things done properly.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Not often, unless you were really adamant about trying something new or risky. He’s pretty set in his ways, and he already knows what he likes.
[ ❝ you would like that, wouldn’t you? I’ll remember that… ❞ ]
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
A few rounds, give or take.
He’s at his peak stamina when it’s been a while since you two had sex.
Besides, he’ll say he’s ❝ pacing himself ❞ when in actuality, he wants to make his partner need him, especially if they get desperate enough to outright ask for more. It’s a boost to his ego, it’s arousing, and you’ve affirmed his skills, all in one.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
During sex, he probably wouldn’t use them on his partner, unless they really, truly wanted him to. What better, than making them finish with only parts of his body? But if you want to add a toy to the mix, he’s not going to stop you, either.
Graves would be pretty clueless when it comes to toys, having never used one on himself or a partner. He’d be especially shocked if his S/O had their own already, but it’s not a threat—it’s a turn-on, for him to think about, how they satisfy themselves when it’s not him doing it. Deep down, he wants you to send him pictures using them, or suggestive messages when he’s away for months at a time.
To put it simply—he would rather visualize you using them solo, as opposed to him doing it to you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Outside of sex, as an act of foreplay or verbal teasing? He could do it all day; snide remarks to get his S/O needy touches that only last seconds, a suggestive noise/phrase coming out of his mouth like it's nothing.
[ ❝ Fuck… ❞ ] he practically moans it, waiting for the moan to draw you in, then: [ ❝ …this dinner is amazing ❞ ]
But as soon as you’re undressed in front of him? He wouldn’t be able to stand his own teasing for long, because all he wants is to get down to business. He would rather hear his partner finish, than whine when deprived of it, if that makes sense.
To be frank, he’s probably needier than any of his partners, always wanting to be bottomed out and making them feel the same pleasure he is.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Doesn’t look like it, but he’s quite vocal. Often similar to the intro of this video (Not p^rn, just a tiktok edit, I promise).
It’s constant talking, sometimes praise, other times he’s having a conversation with you in between his grunts. When he’s close, they become more drawn out and low, though his pace is only quickening.
[ ❝ almost there, sweetheart. Then I’ll do it again, just for you. ❞ ]
[ ❝ so sexy… and just for me. ❞ ]
[ ❝ love hearing you enjoy yourself like this, honey. ❞ ]
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
This might be a strange one, but bear with me.
He secretly loves being on medical-leave, stuck at home and laid up, (not seriously injured), because he loves being fussed over deep down. Who doesn’t love soup brought to your bedside, extra cuddles at night… and a few favors ;) to ❝ ease his pain ❞
Plus, he doesn’t have to worry about getting up early and leaving you the next day, so your favor could go on for quite awhile…
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Body type: He’s lean and toned, but heavily defined. Relatively hairless on his chest, and back, even his happy trail isn’t very noticeable. Graves doesn’t look like someone with that much muscular definition, until he flexes or exerts himself.
In the pants: Above average in size, but not overly girthy, and it naturally curves upward very slightly. 2.5” IN girth, 4” IN when soft—6.8” IN when hard.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Quite high when he’s around his partner because they’re there to reciprocate it. But, surprisingly low when he’s away. He’s truly too stressed and exhausted to be thinking about sex, only does when he gets morning wood or has to relieve some of that tension by himself.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Doesn’t sleep much as it is, and he seems like the type to not sleep after sex.
The pillow talk continues, even if his partner’s eyes have drooped shut and they’re not listening to a word he’s saying. Head on his chest, or vice versa, talking about how good it was or probably telling some funny story about when he got stranded in the desert.
[ ❝ you’re better than I deserve, lettin’ me do that to you. ❞ ]
Sometimes, he’ll go back to his paperwork mere minutes after, a small apology escaping his lips when he does so. [ ❝ sorry, darlin’ ❞ ] or if the act was cut short, he’s not opposed to keeping one of his unoccupied hands on you (take that how you want).
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Lando Norris Fluff Alphabet
Lando Norris x reader
A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
He adores how much you embrace racing and support him and his career. Even when he feels like giving up, you push him and give him the motivation he needs. He admires your constant positivity towards him.
B = Body (what is their favourite part of your body?)
Your hands. Lando feels more comfortable when you're touching him. In public, you always have your hand on him, mostly holdings hands. If your in a crowd of fans where Lando's signing stuff and he can't hold your hand you will try to hold onto his waist. When behind closed doors, Lando likes feeling your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp or playing with his curls.
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
If you're laying on the sofa together, he will lay on top of you with his head on your chest so that he can listen to your heart beat. When spooning, Lando's the little spoon, he likes to be held by you.
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
Cute and casual. A walk in the park with ice cream then drive around the city talking, find a nice, secluded place to lay and watch the stars while lying in each others arms.
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
Lando is very emotional when he's with you. Not to the point where he's over emotional but he doesn't try to hide how he's feeling from you. If he's upset or sad about something you're the first person he goes to for comfort. He feels safe with you and knows you won't judge him and how he's feeling. He doesn't talk straight away, when he is upset, he just wants to be held while he cries and once he's calmed down a bit he talks about what's going on.
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
Lando does want a family. However, he doesn't want to have one anytime soon. You're both still young and there is so much to experience before settling down and having kids.
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
Whenever Lando goes away for a race without you he will always make sure to bring back a little souvenir for you. He loves to spoil you, so you can definitely expect him to come home randomly with a little box for you to open.
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
He loves to hold hands whenever you're in public. He loves to be touching you all the time, but he's also not big on pda so you just hold hands, interlocking fingers as you walk.
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
If you are cooking and slice your hand with a knife, he is there with a wet flannel and plasters. If it's more major, with you in the hospital, he worries so much he can't think straight. He's constantly asking the nurse for updates and would be sat at your bedside every hour possible.
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
Lando jokes around with everyone, so you're no different. Lando is always cracking a joke with you, your laugh and smile are his favourite things in the world. Lando never crosses a line, he knows when to make a joke and when it's not the ideal time. If you're upset he is making jokes to cheer you up (it always works).
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
Lando kisses you every chance he gets. If he's got to leave quickly you get a soft peck on your forehead, cheek or lips. If you're making out on the sofa they'll be long, slow kisses to really grasp the moment, he wants to taste and feel you so he takes his time. If you've been out at an event or something, as soon as you get home he'll be all over you, sloppy, rushed kisses because he just can't get enough of you.
L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)
Lando's love language is physical touch. He is always touching you when he gets the chance. In quiet rooms, the prize-giving ceremony, Lando squeezes your hand three times to tell you he loves you without saying it.
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
When he got his first podium. You were at the grand prix and watching him on the podium for the first time was emotional. You were stood with his team when he ran over spraying you and everyone else with champagne. You were so proud of him and couldn't stop crying for hours after the end of the race.
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
He is always worrying that you'll leave him. He thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve a partner who can be there for you and someone who isn't travelling all over the world and leaving you alone for half the year.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Lando wouldn't tell you everything about himself on your first meeting, but by the time you've known him for a year or so you know each other like the back of your hand.
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
Babe, Baby, Love, Darling and Sweetie(Only in private, though)
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
Lando loves to play video games and stream with you. You're both as bad as each other when it comes to video games so it makes you both feel better. You and Lando love streaming and the fans love watching. You constantly get asked questions and you find it so much fun to answer them, you feel more connected to Landos fans.
R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
The only time you don't tell each other something is when it's a surprise for the other person. You and Lando are very open with each other, you have no secrets whatsoever.
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
Lando gives off a friends to lovers trope, so it definitely took a while. You knew each other for years, all your friends could see how good you would be together but you and Lando were oblivious. Until Max pointed it out to Lando and it was a light bulb moment making him finally ask you out.
U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)
When you're upset, Lando's upset. He hates seeing you sad, your smile is his favourite thing to exist, so he always aims to get you smiling as soon as he can. He makes joke so that you smile and once you've calmed down he asks you to tell him what happened.
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
Lando doesn't brag about your relationship, he wants to keep it mostly private. He doesn't hide you, though. He is in shock every day that you ever agreed to date him, so are the fans, so he does feel a sense of pride when he sees fans on twitter discussing your beauty.
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
Lando always stands up for you. You get a lot of hate from fans and Lando never fails to call out the haters in yours or his comments. You always have a few choice words for anyone who decides to insult Lando in anyway.
If you and Lando are arguing it's mostly quiet. You don't shout at each other. Passive aggressive comments, glares and the silent treatment.
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
If something is wrong with you Lando knows immediately. You can hide it very well from everyone else but not Lando. Once he notices, he doesn't stop asking you what's wrong so that he can help you.
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
He'd be really nervous about it and worrying about it being perfect and about you saying no. He'd be planning the perfect proposal for months and then just blurt out "will you marry me?" when you're lying in bed and you're really taken aback and say "of course" with the brightest smile on your face and he'd let out the biggest sigh cause now he can stop worrying.
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
You. Whenever Lando's with you he is calmer. His job is very stressful but any time you're at a race he feels much better and more confident in himself.
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Wild For You
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)
Word Count: 1,359
Summary: A new coworker at the bar treats you poorly and it really ruins your day but thankfully you have your amazing man to come home to and he makes everything better.
Author’s Note: Just some more of our favorite soft Biker 😍I missed him this week and since it’s Monday I really just want to plant myself in this man’s lap and never leave! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Both dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thanks a bunch Daisy🥰
Warnings: he’s super soft, sweet, and protective, but very flirty and a little bossy (in the best way) and super s-e-x-y and there’s some light angst and i-mp-li-e-d s-e-x-y time
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“Oh darlin’,” Joel croons. “Come ‘ere.”
You fall into his strong arms, snuggling into his lap and clutching the front of his shirt. You let out a sniffle as hot tears roll down your cheeks, soaking the material.
“Maybe I’m overreacting?” you question quietly, nuzzling against his chest. “I don’t know what I could have done to make him…”
“No you’re not,” he says abruptly, cutting you off. “Nothin’ you could have done makes what that asshole said to you ok. No one talks to you like that.”
At his gruff response you look up into his eyes now hardened with fierce determination. His large thumb swipes across your wet cheeks, calloused skin gentle and soothing.
Emotion fills his voice as he growls, “he sounds like a real shithead and if he ever so much as looks at you in a way you don’t like again I’m goin’ to end him.”
“End him?” you say as a small smile pulls at the corner of your mouth.
“Yeah,” he scoffs, taken aback by your slight amusement. “I’ll fuckin’ kill him.”
“I will never understand how you can be so scary and so cuddly at the same time,” you sigh as you lay your head along his shoulder.
He gently rubs your back as he tugs you closer.
“Did you just call me cuddly darlin’?”
“I did,” you whisper. “So warm and cuddly and strong.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called cuddly in my entire life,” he chuckles.
“Mm,” you hum, kissing his neck. “You better only be cuddly for me.”
“Only you sunshine,” he murmurs before kissing the top of your head.
You stay like that for a while. Just basking in his warmth and comfort. So thankful you have him to come home to after an awful day.
Suddenly your stomach growls.
“Hungry darlin’?” he laughs, his body lightly shaking with the action.
“I guess so,” you mumble into his shirt, unwilling to leave his arms.
“You need to eat,” he says firmly, his fingers pressing under your chin until you’re looking up at him.
“So bossy!” you state as you sit up.
He grins wickedly. “You love when I’m bossy.”
You chew your bottom lip then lower your lashes. “I do, especially when you have me pinned…”
“Don’t distract me,” he warns. “I need to feed you first then we can play.”
Your face brightens as an idea comes to you.
“Can we make cookies?” you ask. “That’s food.”
“As much as I love your baking cookies aren’t dinner.”
You stand and glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Fine,” you pout. “I’d rather have cookies though.”
“Me too,” he says and quickly follows it with, “but dinner first.”
You frown. “But they’re for your eating pleasure,” you push, raising your brows.
“I’d rather eat you for pleasure,” he simpers. “But…”
You shiver at his words despite your discontent.
“I KNOW! I know” you huff. “But dinner first,” you mock with some sass.
You saunter into the kitchen, sure to put some extra sway behind your hips.
“Bossy, bossy…” you now mutter as you bend over to get a pot from the lower cabinet.
“I heard that darlin’,” he smiles as he follows you into the kitchen, his gaze glued to your ass.
You turn to face him when you feel the heat of him at your back. His eyes are soft as he traces the outline of your jaw.
“It’s been a long day. I want you to eat something good and then we can have cookies and then I’ll boss you around some more…”
His words trail off as he dips his head and steals your lips in a kiss that makes you forget about everything but him. When he pulls away your eyes remain closed and you cling to him, your fingers fisted into his shirt.
“Ok,” you breathe out. “Dinner first.”
“I’m takin’ you to work today,” he say decisively as he watches you get ready the next afternoon.
He’s sitting up in your bed, naked except for the sheet covering his lower half, and leaning against the bed frame with one arm resting behind his head.
You turn to meet his eyes, your gaze running down over his bare chest, lingering on his tattoos before falling to what’s beneath the covers.
“Are you going to be bossy like this all the time now?”
Your question has him smirking. “Well we are in the bedroom.”
“I should call out,” you muse, still staring at him.
He shifts his legs invitingly and pats the bed.
“Joel,” you warn but your lips twitch with a smile.
“Darlin’,” he counters, mischief dancing in his warm brown eyes.
You deflate somewhat as the realization of the reality of the situation hits you. “I can’t avoid this asshole forever. I like my job. He’s not going to ruin it for me.”
Your words seems to spark him into action and he nods grimly. “I’m gonna get dressed while you finish getting ready then we’ll take my bike.”
When you pull up to the bar Joel helps you off his bike, his hand wrapped tightly around yours as he leads you toward the door.
“I feel bad you’re going to sit here and babysit me all night,” you say quietly, stopping and pulling him to the side.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers, tenderly pressing his palm to your cheek. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I feel much better being here with you and making sure you’re ok and it’s not babysitting…more I’m like your bodyguard.”
He smiles smugly and you lean into his touch, some of the tension easing slightly when he pulls you close and tucks you into his chest.
“My hot and sexy bodyguard boyfriend,” you giggle. “Who’s also seriously cuddly.”
He mumbles something incoherent and grumpy causing you to laugh, the sound lightening his mood as he walks you into the bar.
He greets Dan and Jade, before he sits on one of the stools and adjusts his leather jacket and scans the room.
Your friend Jade rushes over and hugs you. “How are you?” she asks.
“Doing better. I just hope it’s a good night.”
Jade nods then her eyes shift to Joel. “With Joel here everything will be fine,” she says with an encouraging look. “And honestly, if Jack’s stupid enough to run his mouth again you’re taking it to the boss and Dan and I will back you up! That is…if Joel doesn’t kill him first.”
Jade grins at the thought.
You smile at your boyfriend then give your friend a thankful squeeze.
“I’m just going to the back room to put my things away,” you inform Joel.
He reaches for your hand over the bar, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Ok darlin’,” he answers quietly.
As you start to walk off you see Jack coming around the bar and your shoulders instantly tense. With a swift glance at Joel you see his jaw tick, his teeth grinding as he zeroes in on the source of your dismay.
Thankfully, Jack gets hailed by a waiting customer and you can slip by him without any interaction.
Once you’re in the back room you let out a deep exhale and grab a bottle of water. The sound of the door creaking open draws your attention and you swing wide eyes in that direction.
At the sight of Joel you visibly relax but he can still see the tension riding your shoulders.
“I’m dallying,” you admit, “but I’m going to go out there and do my job and Jack can fuck off!”
“That’s my girl,” he winks.
Joel gives you an affectionate smile that turns naughty as he closes the door behind him and locks it.
“What are you doing?” you ask as he stalks toward you.
Your breathing is shallow as he takes you by the hips and walks you back into the lockers.
“Helping you relax,” he murmurs against your mouth as his fingers trail across your stomach before sliding into the waistband of your leggings.
You suck in a breath, his name a whispered plea on your parted lips.
“Remember to be quiet darlin’.”
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｡˚۰˚☽ K I N K T O B E R D A Y 27 ☽˚۰˚｡
Bonito Flakes - Toge Inumaki
cw: instruction, dom!toge, cursed speech use
After improving both of your cursed techniques, yourself and Toge finally use cursed speech during intimacy.
minors+ageless dni.
1.2k words
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It had started as a joke; a fantasy that may never come to fruition, for using his cursed speech had been dangerous at the best of times - especially during intimacy. The pair of you couldn't predict the possible toll it would take, though each of your concern had been for the other. You hadn't wanted to harm his body as the technique had taken a lot of energy, with Toge's concern being to the girl he'd fallen in love with.
But after you'd learned the reversal technique, your interest became more plausible. After months of daydreaming, wishing your sex life had been a little more adventurous (not that Toge hadn't wanted to do more, but he couldn't dirty talk you with onigiri ingredients), you'd managed to persuade him that it would be safe. He'd had a better grip on his methods since you'd first began the relationship, and had been somewhat confident in the fact he could use minimal amount of cursed energy if you wouldn't fight against the words.
The pair of you had prepared by laying the cough syrup in the bedside table, among a drink, and laying out the ground rules for the encounter that had both of your arousal spiked, a moment you'd both anticipated.
"The safe word?" You asked once more, legs crossed as you'd watched him come to sit on the bed opposite you, violet eyes trailing from the folds in the duvet to meet your own.
"Bonito flakes." He replied, swallowing as he'd lifted the turtlenecked sweater above his head, hair falling back into place while he'd tossed the garment to the other side of the room, face and torso exposed. You nodded, a smile on your face as you'd traced over the marks covering his cheeks. You'd always thought of them as beautiful, admiring them at any moment you'd been given - much to Toge's obvious reluctance, bashful pink tint radiating over his skin as you'd always given them so much attention.
Leaning forward, you placed an eager kiss to his lips, taking a few moments to absorb how he'd felt against you, running your hands greedily over his shoulders before pulling back, a smirk painted over your cheeks.
"Ready?" You questioned, moving your grip from him to gently comb his hair behind his ears, eagerness written so clearly over your face.
"Salmon." He spoke - the last word in which he would say without intent until he'd pulled an orgasm from you.
"Bend over." Toge spoke, and you'd felt the cursed energy flow through you, forcing you to obey the command. Your heart raced against your tightening chest, buzz pulsing through your curious and aroused body. It had felt like an electrical pulse, your brain emancipated for a millisecond as you'd worked against your own will. It was a thrilling sensation. His hand had come to grip at your face, palm covering your mouth as the other had cupped at your clothed cunt, gripping you tightly. You stifled a moan against his skin, eyes fluttering shut as he'd massaged into your folds.
You could feel his weariness as his eyes burned into you, but with your stuttered hips rolling impatiently against his hand, he'd warmed up to the idea little by little. Toge moved his hand from your face to grab your hair, pulling up backwards as you'd let out a cry, but sitting upright to look him in the eye as he'd commanded you once more.
"Strip."
The feeling bounced through you again, breathless for a moment as your body moved to pull the old t-shirt you'd had on over your head, going down to the loose pyjama bottoms, only stopping once your body was exposed to him. You smiled, skin heating up as his eyes hadn't tried to hide the fact they were staring over your nudity, enjoying the sight of your bare chest. He palmed the growing erection in his trousers, finally moving his fingers to undo the button and slip them down his legs, freeing the pretty erection to bask on his stomach.
The skin was pink; you'd always found the contrast to the pale skin on the rest of his body so beautiful, Toge's nudity was practically artwork. You'd found yourself lucky to be with such a heavenly male, a few times you'd had him look in the mirror to watch as his cock would disappear into you, though his pupils had always met with your body opposed to his. He was a giver, after all.
"Touch me." Another burst of electricity. You stepped forward, placing fingers over his body to trail down his thighs, before taking his cock into your hand and moving it up and down, watching as you'd worked over him. His eyes were droopy as his hips bucked into your hand, his arms falling to support his weight while he'd leaned back on the mattress.
"Ride me." This command hadn't felt like the others - you'd realised he hadn't used any curse behind the instruction. You'd looked up to him wide eyed as he'd watched over your movements, aware of the action he'd just taken. Toge knew he could control some words, but hadn't usually risked it. Though, seeing your excited response as you'd been able to hear those words without the forceful intent behind them had made his heart speed up.
You did as he'd requested, straddling his lap with parted legs, a hand under you to guide him into your cunt, a hum from your lips as you sank onto him, feeling how he'd had your pussy stretching over the long member. Once you'd come all the way down, you pulled yourself back up, bringing yourself into a rhythm. Toge moaned, relaxing to lay flat on his back, watching through half-lidded eyes as you'd bounced on him, thin hands reaching to hold your hips. You'd had your head tilted back, fingers rubbing over your soaked folds while grinding on him, a clench around his shaft when you'd bottomed out, bringing yourself back up with stuttering hips as you'd drawn closer to orgasm.
He'd been close too, you could feel it, Toge had always been a sucker when it had come to you being fully exposed to him. He enjoyed to watch you in your element; as speech hadn't usually been his forte. Knowing those violet orbs were ogling over you had made you feel special, you'd been the only one able to put on a show for his appreciation - the only one he'd wanted to see.
"Close." You'd gasped the word out, hanging over the edge.
"Cum for me." A scream left your lips as you'd been unable to fight the tipping point, being thrown over into an intense orgasm - most likely aided by the command your body had been unable to combat. Muscles spasming over him, creaming on his cock, he watched as you'd reached your high, gripping at his shaft with each wave washing over you. He'd been unable to contain his own moan when he'd hit his too, grasping harder on your hips while he pushed up into you, back arching on the mattress, head rolling back.
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Bait and Switch. || Scammer!Reader x Victim!Ghost
Rating: M
Words: 2.6K~
Pairing: scammer!Reader x victim(but not really)!Ghost
CW: phone scams/conning (reader never actually cons him), financial issues?, threats (Simon threatens to find reader), degradation?.
other tags: crack, OOC Simon., you/your pronouns (gn!reader but uses a female fake name), obviously fake names (pun/funny), lying, joking, the weirdest meet cute?
a/n: this started out as a joke/crack and turned serious/dark at the end? idk how i did this.
Simon Riley would say that being legally dead is the best thing to have happened to him and that's because it allowed him to escape a bunch of responsibilities that regular men have to uphold.
He gets paid covertly, in full, and does not have to pay taxes on his income.
He rented a flat from a sweet ol' lady, who didn't run a background check or ask for a copy of his birth certificate (terrible choice on her part), and he pays her by dropping an envelope of cash in her mailbox on the 1st of every of the month.
He not only is old enough to drink but also sounds and looks old enough as well, which means he doesn't need I.D. to buy alcohol (not that any shops or bars really care enough to check).
He doesn't have a credit card. Or a debit card for that matter. Hell, he doesn't even have a bank account, so he doesn't have to pay maintenance fees.
He doesn't have a smartphone. And up until recently he only had a pager. In fact, the only reason he doesn't have a pager anymore is because it got shot in the crossfire during a mission... so Price forced him to get a jitterbug.
In short... Simon Riley can escape a lot of things (death, taxes, Philip Graves...). But telemarketers and phone scammers are not one of those things.
That's how, on a boring Wednesday afternoon, his new phone ends up ringing, like it had been doing multiple times a week for the last four weeks.
Telemarketers.
He never got telemarketers on his pager.
He hated telemarketers.
But that didn't mean he blocked them-
"What?" He answered as soon as he picked up the phone.
An automated voice came over the call, one of those typical Siri-esque robot voices, delivering a prepared speech: "Congratulations! You've won a free cruise to the Bahamas! To claim your prize, press 1."
Oh, now, this was different. He didn't need to hear more to know it was a scam call. But that didn't mean he was going to hang up.
So Simon pressed key 1, which caused a beep to sound over the call.
"Thank you!" The automated voice continued. "We are now connecting you to a live operator to claim your prize!"
Barely a millisecond went by before you took over the call. "Good afternoon, this is Stella Gormoni with Blissful Blessings Inc.! Who am I speaking with?"
As stereotypical as it is, Simon had expected a different voice on the other end of the line... maybe from a scammer in a foreign country who'd speak heavily-accented English...
But instead, he got a sweet and professional sounding person... It almost made him second-guess the scam that was being pulled on him.
His mind moved quick at coming up with a fake name. Not just a fake one, but a pun one too. "Wanh'a, first name Aiden." He replied, his gruff voice reverberating on the call.
"And how do you spell that?" You asked him politely, and, through your headset, he could hear your keyboard keys clacking in the background.
"That's A-I-D-E-N." He replied as he entered his kitchen, spelling his first, as if that was somehow what was causing you difficulty.
"Uh-huh!" You acknowledged in a peppy tone. "And... your surname?" You asked him.
"W-A-N-H-'-A." He continued spelling as he crossed the small kitchen, hearing your fingers tapping away at your keyboard in his ear.
For a moment, you didn't talk, as if stunned into silence. Had you just picked up on the fact he was trolling you by giving you a name that, phonetically, sounded like 'I Don't Wanna'? Probably. But you hadn't hung up yet.
"Well, congratulations, Mr. Wanh'a, you just won an all-inclusive, two-week long cruise to the Bahamas!" Your peppy tone made him bite his lip to contain a laugh. Well, at least you were dedicated in continuing the scam. "How are you feeling?"
"Very well, and yourself?" Simon asked casually as he leaned himself against the door of his refrigerator, leaning down to look inside and find a snack.
"I'm doing very well, thank you, sir." You replied in a cheerful tone. "So, let's process the information so we can get you your prize, shall we?" You announced in a polite tone.
"Go right on ahead, sweet'eart." He murmured as he grabbed a yogurt and closed the fridge with his hip, sitting at the table and peeling open the lid.
"Well, for us to start, I'm going to need your-"
"Actually, I have a question, before we start." Simon interrupted your speech, cutting off your silver-tongued lies.
You went silent for just a moment before you replied with a sweet little: "Of course, what can I help you with, Mr. Wanh'a?"
"I want to know how exactly I signed up to receive this prize." Simon replied before he placed a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth.
He was trying to accomplish two things by doing this: 1) throw you off your game and make you stammer and stutter, and 2) see how long it took for you to get annoyed, and hang up on him.
"Well, that's what I was going to explain, you see-" You replied, a smile behind your voice, but his trained ears could pick up the slight frustration. It made Simon smile.
"Oh, then, I'm sorry for interrupting you, sweet'art, please go ahead." He replied and gestured with his spoon, as if giving you the stage, unnecessarily so, because you were not there to watch it.
"As I was saying... You were entered automatically into the draw by buying a cereal box of any Kellog's cereal at Tesco. I'm sure you saw a 'Win a free cruise!' sticker on yours?" You asked in a professional and sickly-sweet tone.
He could see right through your scam, he had already done that. You name a famous brand, one people trust, to trick naive or impressionable ones into believing you...
Normal people would tell you they no longer have the cereal box, many of them naive enough to believe your scam despite the fact they hadn't even bought one of those boxes in the first place...
Next, you'd ask for the card used to make the purchase, and some people were dumb enough to read their number aloud to you...
Oh, how he hated scammers. Even more than telemarketers.
"I do remember seeing something like that..." He murmured, his voice deepening, before he popped another spoonful of yogurt past his lips, loudly smacking them right against the receiver of his jitterbug.
"Well, all I need is for you to get the box and read me the code that's imprinted on the inside of the flap!" You announced.
"Well, you see, I would, sweet'art... But my sight isn't so good anymore..." Simon replied. "I'm getting up there in age, you know?" He continued eating his yogurt.
"I understand, sir." You replied. "I'm sorry to hear that. One of my cousins also started losing his vision pretty early." You announced.
Huh.
There was no hint of forced sympathy in your voice.
No, you were being genuine. That was a real story of your life you were telling him...
But you had picked up on the fact he was trolling you, right? So why were you-
"Good thing though, about this system of ours, is that you can just confirm your credit card details so we can double check them and get you that prize!" You had, your tone right back to the scamming silver-tongue you had held until now.
Secretly, Simon had to admit that he admired your commitment to the bit. He couldn't help but smile a bit, amused.
"Oh, of course. Let me just set you down while I get my card." Simon replied and got up, finishing his yogurt and tossing out the plastic container, popping the spoon into the sink, and, after setting down his phone, he walked out of the room.
Simon glanced down at his wrist watch, noting the time on it, then, approached his bedroom door, grabbing his over-the-door pull-up bars, and began doing a quick set, leaving you to 'wait' for him in the kitchen.
After a few sets, he waltzed back into the kitchen and grabbed his phone again. "You still there, da'lin'?" He beckoned in a gruff tone.
You sighed, your politeness sounding slightly more forced. He had kept you waiting for over ten minutes after all. "Yes, sir, I am. Did you get your card, Mr. Wanh'a?"
"Oh, please, enough of this 'sir' thing, Mr. Wanh'a was my mother." He replied, then went silent for just a beat, almost like he could hear your frustration sizzling on he other end.
He was being more and more obvious with his trolling... And it pleased him immensely to imagine a parasite like you seething on the other end of the line, reaching your wits' end.
"You can just call me 'Ai', it's what my friends call me." Simon continued, a smirk forming on his lips. "And we're friends now, right? You're giving me a cruise and everythin'." He added, his tone just as charismatic and peppy as his had been.
"I guess we are!" You replied, returning the overly cheery tone. "So, 'Ai Wanh'a', then?" You asked, but he could hear the mix of frustration and amusement behind your voice.
"Yeah? What d'you want, babygirl?" Simon asked, unable to resist making a more impish remark. And, unfortunately, it had the desired result. It genuinely caused your brain to blue-screen for a moment.
Sure, you'd experienced plenty of people getting angry at you when you attempt to scam them, or even trolling you the same way this bloke was doing but...
It was definitely a first, to have someone flirt with you, even if it was still part of his trolling attempt.
"Your... credit card details?" You ended up adding, your voice still showing the surprise and light meekness that came from him catching you off-guard.
"Oh, of course. Are you ready? It's a very complex number." He replied.
"Ready when you are." You added as you steeled yourself for another smartass response or run around from him.
"Here it is: 1234-5678-9987-6543." He replied, reciting the numbers 1-9 in order and then backward. "And the three digits on the back are: 210."
Oh, he was so fucking annoying! He didn't get to troll you, even if it was pretty amusing of him to do so, then flirt with you, then go back to trolling.
"Sir, if you're not interested in the cruise, just say so. There's no need for this mockery." You replied, your tone serious and professional though you were definitely seething on the inside.
Simon could tell. And he reveled in it. "Oh, but I am interested!" He replied with a smirk behind his voice. "In fact, I want to know more. Will my cabin in the cruise have an ocean view?"
Simon heard you inhale aggressively on the other side of the line, steeling yourself not to hang up on him, or down right berating him on the phone. "Yes, Ai, of course!" He heard your fake cheeriness through your clenched teeth. "It'll be a luxury cabin, actually. Isn't that great?"
"No, it's not that great, actually. I get very seasick, you see?" Simon murmured. "Not to mention, ever since my pet goldfish died, I've just never been able to look at the ocean the same..." He added in a forced pitiful tone.
You went quiet again on the other side and Simon knew he had finally worn you out. He waited to hear the clicking sound of the call falling, but, instead, he just heard you let out a sigh.
"You're very frustrating." You murmured.
"Oh, my, is this how you speak to all your prize winners?" Simon gasped dramatically.
"Shut up... You didn't have to be a smartass, you know?!" You scolded him, as if you had any ground to stand on.
"No, I fear I did, sweet'art." Simon replied as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter. "You called me, interrupted my day, and wasted my time with a scam, of all things. I have every right to be a smartass and have some fun with it." He added, a smug tone obvious in the dulcets of his deep voice.
"Okay? You could've just hung up on me?" You were truly grasping at straws to justify your behaviour. It was comical.
Simon laughed dryly. "And waste an opportunity to annoy a parasitic leech like you?" He quipped.
That stunned you into silence for a moment and you couldn't help but pout a bit.
"Not to mention, what you're doing is illegal, you know that righ'? And I'm military, I could get you arrested for this." He added.
"For that, you'd need to know where I am." You retorted, maybe a bit bratilly. "Besides, I knew you were a soldier."
"And how did you know that?"
"You used the NATO phonetic alphabet while spelling 'your' name'." You replied directly. "Nobody spells 'Aiden' as 'Alpha-India-Delta-Echo-November'."
"So you knew I was military and you still went ahead with your little scam attempt? You're not that bright, are you?" He defied you, which earned him a scoff from your end.
"No, I already knew you were trolling me."
"Oh, so you just wanted to waste my time?"
"That's exactly it, Aiden."
"Sounds to me like you're just looking for trouble, da'lin'." He quipped, his voice having lowered to a gruffer tone.
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. "Am not. I'm just enjoying myself. You're not the only one that can make jokes at people's expenses."
"No, you really are..." He tutted his tongue and shook his head. "Need I remind you you were trying to scam me, and other people?" He added in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine.
"I know what I was doing."
"Yeah? And are you proud of that? Proud of being a conniving little cunt who tries to take people's hard-earned money?" He taunted you.
You didn't reply. Of course you weren't proud. You still had a conscience! But you wouldn't tell him that. He wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing you apologise.
"I see. You don't like what I'm saying, so you give me the silent treatment, is that it, sweet'art?" He teased. You could hear the smirk behind his words.
"I wonder if you'd still act like this if you had to face me and had to answer for yourself."
Closing your fists tight, you steel yourself again to gain some edge and reply to him. "I guess you're going to keep wondering then. Because it's not happening."
"You know, it's a shame your little computer spat out my phone number for you to call..." He trailed off.
"And why's that?"
"Because instead of anyone else, you got me... And that's just... really bad luck for you. Any other service member, you would've been fine..." He trailed off.
"What, are you some sort of General-Major-Chief thing, super high up the ladder?" You taunted.
Simon simply chuckled dryly on the other side of the line. "No. But I'm definitely the worst person you could've tried to play with."
"Oh, big scary man, what are you gonna do? Gonna come teach me a lesson?" You added, taunting him some more, clearly feeling comfortable behind your laptop, with your smartphone, sitting at home, comfortable and warm, with your pet at your feet. "Oh, I'm so scared!" You added, feigning fear in a dramatic tone.
"Is that a challenge I'm hearing, sweet'art? Inviting me to come pay you a visit?" Simon asked you, his brow cocking, despite the fact you couldn't see it.
You don't know what it was about the way he spoke. The way he said that. The way his voice sounded.
It sent a shiver down your spine, a cold sweat, like he was, for the first time, not joking around anymore.
"No...?" You murmured in reply, feeling your shoulders tensing in an unpleasant way.
"Yeah... That's an invite I'm hearing..." He disregarded what you said and chuckled. "Maybe I'll come pay you a visit then, hey? How does that sound, little leech?"
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Rooster with a wife who is VERY MUCH fond of having children? Like, they already have five, and she’s on him every chance she’s got? The rest are like Rooster what the hell lay off her and he’s just like SHE POUNCES ON M E? Imagine she ends up with twins and rooster is just like ‘I’m gonna faint’ and she’s like ‘seven!’ :D she’s just this happy bby and he’s just this panicking pornstache wearing man
Halloween = time to dress up as daddy and grandpa maverick prove me wrong
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The round of applause for this pregnancy reveal is much less good-natured than the rest of them were.
"Jesus, man," Javy groans, "I get it, okay? I really do. But you're gonna be puttin' one up in the attic soon if you can't keep it in your pants."
"I will buy you condoms," Natasha urges, scrambling for her wallet, "Here! Here's $20. That's more than enough."
"Please," Bradley scoffs, "$20 won't last us a week."
Bob, who is your children's elected and designated babysitter, pipes up from where he's smiling kindly at you from over his drink, "Hopefully this one doesn't like throwing mac and cheese."
"I'll pitch in, Bob," Jake claps him on the back, hard enough to send the wso lurching forwards in his seat, "If you name 'em after me." Jake levels you with such a cocky grin that you're barely able to contain an eye-roll, something that Bradley doesn't bother with.
"Hangman, I'll cycle through everyone in this goddamn bar before I think about naming my kid after you."
"Penny isn't a bad name," You muse, glancing at the bartender who's eyeing someone's phone carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ring her bell.
"You guys wouldn't be running out of baby names if Rooster just wrapped it," Mickey snickers, and Bradley snaps.
"Listen! I am not the offender here," He wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you to stand in front of him and take the brunt of the teasing, "This one can't keep her hands off of me!"
"Blame the woman," Natasha scoffs, but you watch her chuckle down the neck of her beer when you catch her eye.
"Actually, I can believe that," Jake crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back with a grating glance over your belly, "I saw her squeeze his ass last week while he was shooting pool."
"It's fat," You narrow your eyes at him, reaching for the bulge of Bradley's ass beneath his jeans. He tenses up as your fingers knead at his flesh and the group shares a chuckle at his expense.
He grabs your hand, yanking it off of his ass and brandishing it as damning evidence, "See? I'm irresistible, I tell you."
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Genshin Impact - Itto x Gorou
A/N: This is a little birthday gift I made for a very dear friend of mine, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to share it with you guys as well, heheh.
And, in case you're reading this, ms. valerie, I wish you a happy birthday!!
Love you, girlie, mwah!
Summary: Itto never heard Gorou swearing before, so maybe it's time to teach the general one or two new words...
Word count: 1781 words
Warnings: Swearing.
“You want me to what?” Gorou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to make some sense out of what he just heard.
Itto smiled, still standing proudly in front of the general. “Say ‘fuck off’ and I’ll leave you alone. That’s easy, no?” The oni eagerly repeated himself, his eyes beaming with excitement while he waited for Gorou to say the word.
“I already told you to, yet you are still here.”
“No, you didn’t,” Itto chuckled matter-of-factly, clicking his lips while he wagged his index finger in front of Gorou’s face, “you said ‘get lost’.”
Gorou crossed his arms, running out of patience for Itto’s shenanigans. “Same thing.”
“Of course not, pup, you didn’t cuss,” Itto insisted, grinning as it seemed to piss Gorou off even more. Maybe, Itto thought, if he teased the general a little more, he would get him to actually swear. “That is, unless you want to have the great me by your side for a while longer,” Itto leaned forward to have his eyes at the same level as Gorou’s.
“I already told you I have work to do. I can’t waste time like th-”
“Then say it already, pup, you’re the one making things difficult,” Itto chuckled, making sure he wasn’t leaving any room for Gorou to sneak past him and get through the door behind him. “What’s so hard about it, anyway?”
“There is nothing hard about it, Itto,” Gorou muttered, trying to keep his focus on his ultimate goal - leave the bedroom - and not get distracted or baited by Itto’s doings. “Now get lost, please?”
Itto groaned loudly, straightening his posture and finishing the act with a dramatic facepalm. “How did it become even worse?! Ugh, why did you even say ‘please’, pup?!”
“T-to get you out of my way?! Why are you so obsessed with me saying bad words?” The general pouted, his tail curling behind his legs while he averted his gaze. Itto’s reactions were starting to get to him, but not in the way the oni expected - Gorou was starting to get embarrassed.
“Because you never do it!”
Gorou widened his eyes - not in disbelief or shock, but in confusion. The general tilted his head, arching an eyebrow. “What?”
“You never cuss!” Itto frowned, “You’re always getting all the perfect situations to tell someone to fuck off or to eat shit and you never do!”
Gorou’s jaw dropped slightly and, if Itto's explanation did anything, it was arousing more questions and got him even more confused. Gorou shook his head, refusing to give such absurdity the least credit.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Of course not! Even when it’s just the two of us! You always say ‘let’s make love’ and never ‘Itto, fu-”
“Enough!” Gorou rushed forward, quickly reaching for Itto’s mouth and covering it with his hands. If he was starting to get embarrassed before at the beginning of this conversion, he was totally flustered by now. “I-I get it, you can stop now…”
“Hmm,” Itto hummed, narrowing his eyes before wrapping his fingers around Gorou’s wrists, pulling his face away from the general’s hands. “Will you do it then? Can you say at least ‘fuck’? Just once? It can be a tiny one, an itsy bitsy tiny on-”
“Itto!” Gorou whined, fruitlessly trying to pull his arms back as Itto kept holding his wrists. “E-enough with that, let me go.” He insisted, trying to speak as firmly as possible, not breaking eye contact with his partner this time.
However, instead of complying with Gorou’s requests, all Itto did was to shake his head and sigh. “Guess I will have to do it another way, pup,” he mumbled, almost as if lamenting the fact that he had to come to this.
“What do you me-ahh!! I-Itto! Put me down!!”
“No can do, pup,” Itto chuckled as he effortlessly swiped Gorou off his feet and took him over his shoulder, carrying him back inside his bedroom. “I mean, unless you-”
“I said ‘no’!” Gorou grunted, banging his fists against Itto’s back as he tried to break free. “L-let me go, you ruffian!”
“Damn it, pup, just call me ‘fucker’ or something like that…” Itto shook his head in disapproval before stopping walking. “Here we are,” he said with a grin on his face before gently pulling Gorou down, laying the general on top of his bed, “last chance, pup, are you sure you don’t want to do it?”
Gorou could only look up to his huge boyfriend, the fact that Itto was straddling his waist made him look even taller than he was. Gorou gulped, his hands clenching at the bedsheets. “...yes, I’m sure of it.”
“Got it,” Itto smirked, holding his hands out in front of his chest, wiggling his fingers just to give Gorou a hint of what was about to happen. When the general opened his mouth to protest, it was already too late.
Itto was a strong man - a strong oni, for that matter. No one could deny the sheer amount of raw strength he had and Gorou already experienced it one too many times before in a lot of different situations. But Itto always made sure to never use his strength when it came to tickling his favorite dog general. Of course, keeping Gorou inside his grip was something else entirely, after all, it was just convenient to have his limbs pulled away and restrained with just one hand. But the hand doing the actual work would always be gentle. Awfully gentle.
“I-Itto- hgh!! S-stohohop it…” Gorou could already feel the corner of his lips threatening to curl up into an adorable smile. Itto was just tracing shapes against his bare sides and Gorou was already losing it.
Gorou tried to reach for Itto’s hands, pry them off his sides, but those evil, sharp nails continued to gently stroke his sides, his tummy, his hips. One after the other, over and over. Gorou gritted his teeth, scrunching up his shoulders and pressing his eyes shut, anything to make it more bearable. “P-plehehease… Stop- agh, it!”
“Heh, what did you say, pup? I couldn’t quite hear it,” Itto said, his hands following Gorou’s stomach all around no matter how much he squirmed. The oni smirked, watching the general try to suck his stomach in whenever he circled his navel. “You should give up while I’m being nice.”
“I- hahh… Itto, p-plehease!” Gorou gasped, feeling the giggles stuck at the back of his throat. He curled his toes and kicked his feet, trying to shake Itto off his lap, but the oni was like an unmovable boulder sitting on top of him.
“So stubborn, pup, where did you even learn to act like that?” Itto clicked his lips, stopping the tickling to quickly reach for Gorou’s hands. “Time for phase 2, then.”
“W-wait, no!” Gorou widened his eyes, shaking his head left and right as Itto pushed his hands up, pinning his wrists above his head. “Itto, that’s not fahahair- ahaha, nohoh!!”
“Come ooon, you’re making me do this!” Itto teased, managing to wiggle his fingers against both Gorou’s underarm and rib at the same time. Despite the few bits of armor around his chest, Gorou’s choice of fashion didn’t do much to protect those spots from Itto. Maybe it was time to reconsider his outfit…
“AhahAHa, I-Itto! Enohohough!! EHehe!” With giggles pouring from his lips one after the other, Gorou continued to plead, threaten and argue with his partner, hoping that any of those attempts would actually get him free.
Yet, if there was someone more stubborn than Gorou, that someone was Itto. “Nah, not feeling like it, pup,” Itto beamed, listening to his general’s bright laughter as he tickled that outstretched underarm. “But I have to admit I underestimated you… you’re harder to crack than I expected.”
“T-then-” Gorou wheezed when Itto finally lifted his hand, giving him a short break, “l-let go, Itto…”
Itto felt an arrow pierce his heart when Gorou looked up to him. Cute, gentle and pleading eyes stared right at him, making him feel like the most evil oni in all Teyvat for messing with Gorou like that.
No, Itto! He told himself inside his mind, shaking his head, focus! He needed to do something to avoid looking at Gorou’s face and-
Oh.
“Itto, I really need to go and- h-huh? Wait, what are yo- AGH! N-nohoh!!”
The general arched his back, planting his heels against the mattress when Itto gently pinched the tip of his ear with his free hand. As if that alone was not enough to send the most delicious awful shivers down Gorou’s spine, Itto started to gently blow air against the inside of Gorou’s ear.
“Itto, staha- hnngh!! T-thahat’s aahahawful!” Gorou protested, trying to move his head away as much as he could, but all to no avail. His face contorted in a funny way, the air stream of air giving him a weird, fuzzy feeling. It felt good, but also pretty tickly for something like that.
But Gorou couldn’t give it much thought. Before he could think of something, Itto blew against his ear again, again and again. The sensation was messing up with Gorou’s thoughts, even making him panic a little.
That damned oni…
“O-okahahy! AhAHa, Itto- ugh, f-fucking stop!” Gorou hissed through choked giggles and, just like magic, Itto stopped.
Taking a second to open his eyes, Gorou was met with the oni’s proud gaze upon him - as if he achieved something great. “You did, pup!! See? I told you, you can cuss!”
The general could feel a strong heat spreading over his face, tainting his cheeks with a bright shade of red. “T-that’s- that’s ridiculous!” Gorou grunted, pushing Itto’s hands away from him as soon as the oni released his own. “I-”
“Heheh, you said a bad word,” Itto teased, poking his stomach, “you said ‘fuck’, you said ‘fuck’ ~” He sing-songed, beaming as a kid.
“W-whatever, get off now. I need to go work,” Gorou rolled his eyes, cringing at the idea that he actually said something like that. So improper, so uneducated…
As Itto slid off his lap, Gorou could finally head out the bedroom. On his way out, all he could think was what kind of excuse he would give to justify his delay. He couldn’t possibly say that Itto was keeping him from work because he wanted to hear him swearing, could he?
“Hey, pup,” Itto’s voice broke in from behind. Gorou turned, noticing how the oni was watching him leave, “you’re fucking awesome, heh.”
Gorou rolled his eyes. How could he have fallen for such an insufferable man?
“Sigh, you too, Itto.”
#genshin impact#genshin impact tickling#tickle fic#gorou#itto#ittorou#itto x gorou#lee!gorou#ticklish!gorou#ler!itto
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Well then...
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--Jax was being a bitch rabbit, like always... and Ragtha had enough. And Ragatha got mad.--
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|Lees: Jax||Lers: Ragatha, Pomni, Zooble, Kinger, Caine, and Bubble|
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"WHO PUT BUGS IN MY ROOM?!?!" Ragatha yelled, stomping on the stage where (mostly) everyone was. "Woah there! What's all the commotion about?" Caine asked, floating around with bubble. "Did you say insect collection??" Kinger asked as Zooble glared at him. "What is with you and that f***ing collection...?" "Zooble!!" Caine yelled at Zooble as Zooble rolled their eyes. "I-I didn't put bugs in your room R-Ragatha...n-no one was really in your r-r-room..." Gangle said, stuttering. Pomni looked around and shrugged. "Everyone's room is locked, right...? And only we have the keys to our room..." Pomni said before realizing. "Wait..." "Hey, fellas, what's up?" Jax said, walking in as Ragatha GLARED. "Jax... did you put bugs in my room?!?!?" Ragatha shouted as Jax had his normal smug smile on. "Maybe~" "JAX!!! THAT IS MY ONLY FEAR, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" "Whatttt? It was funny! You're super mad right now anywa-- WOAH!!" Jax's eyes widened as Ragatha pounced on him "Wh-Wha??!!" Pomni covered her mouth in surprise.
Jax then started...giggling...?
"EEP-- R-Rahahahagatha!! I-It tihihihickles!!" Jax's giggles were oddly sweet and silly. Ragatha spidered her fingers all around his sides. "Tickle Tickle Jax...~" Ragatha teased, chuckling at the youngers blushy face. "Uh...is this normal...?" Pomni asked, looking at Caine. "Why, of course! Everyone gets into tickle fights sometimes! ...Zooble isn't ticklish, though..." Caine said, sounding a little disappointed. "It's true." Zooble said, having their arms crossed. "Anyone wanna help me??" Ragatha asked, having her happy smile on. "...Alright. But only cause Jax will suffer." Zooble said as he took off his arm.
(Quick thing- Jax did call Zooble a "He" in the pilot. So, I'm considering Zooble as a He/They in this:3)
"Nohoho!! Dohon't help her!!" Jax said in between his silly little giggles. "Too late, Jax." Zooble said, tickling Jax's stomach. "EEEK-- Zohohohohoble!! Nahahahaho!!" Jax kicked his legs a little bit. Kinger looked at the younger ones and blinked. "...Eh." Kinger walked over and dug his fingers into Jax's armpits. "AH-- KIHIHIHIHIHIngeheheher!! D-DAAAOHOHOHONT!! BUHUHUHUHUBBLE!! NAHAHAHAT THE EHEHEHEARS!! NOT THE F***IN EHEHEHEHEHEHEARS!!" Jax's curse got bleeped out. Bubble licked Jax's ears, making the poor dude squirm and squeal. "GAHAHAHAHAHAD D*MN IHIHIHIHIT!! *shreik* STAHAHAHAHAP!! F***ING STAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" Jax pleaded, reaching the point of tears coming out of his eyes. "This is fun," Kinger said in a happy tone. "Come join us, Pomni!" Ragatha said, smiling. "NOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONT!!" Jax protested. His ears twitched as his tail wagged a LOT. He hated this, though. "U-Uh..." Pomni looked hesitant until Caine spoke up. "I can help with that!" Caine swayed his cane around as Jax's legs were stuck in place. "F***!! POMNI DOHOHOHONT!! AH-- F***!! Z-ZOHOHOHOHOBLE!!" Jax SCREAMED as Zooble pinched at his ribs. "U-Um..." Pomni shook a little and lightly brushed her fingers along Jax's foot. "P-OMNIHIHIHIHIHEHEHEHE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! I- I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!!" Jax pleaded as he was squirming around admitting his defeat(kinda). "Then say sorry!!" Ragatha said, going crazy on his sides, making Jax S Q E A L. "NAHAHAHEHEHEHEVER!!" Jax kept on squealing, shrieking, and squirming. Pomni looked at him and squeezed Jaxs knees while tickling in between Jax's lil toe beans. "EHEHEHEK-- POHOHOHOHOHOMNI!!! DOHOHOHO-- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Jax's voice got squeaky and snorty. "Say you're sorry!!" Ragatha said, smirking. "OK!! OHOHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!! I'M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! I'M F***ING SAHAHAHRRY!! JUST GET OHOHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHEHEHE!!" Ragatha stopped and smiled. Everyone else did as well.
"Learn your lesson?"
"...Absolutely f***ing not." Jax ran off
"I-- JAAAAXXXX!!!!!!!"
<End>
#the amazing digital circus#tickle#jax#lee!jax#ler!ragatha#ler!pomni#ler!caine#ler!bubble#ler!kinger#fanfic#tadc#ler!zooble
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2023.12.03
Complete fics posted on AO3 this day
1. Bought and Paid For by @jtimu [E, 10k]
►Harry runs his fingers across the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up to his forehead. “Are you telling me that you bid a thousand galleons for the pleasure of my company-” [...]
2. Dark Artistry by @sightedkarma [E, 26k]
►Draco Mallory liked his life after the war, in his little flat in Brighton, with his group of muggle friends and a career that let him put something beautiful out in the world. He'd left the Malfoy name and baggage behind years ago and created something new for himself to be proud of. That was until Harry Potter had to show up, covered in ink, and bring it all back.
3. dueling is their foreplay by tinaakitten [T, 2k]
►“Oh, sorry,” Harry teased. “Did I not tell you? We duel to submission, and I don’t recall saying I was done.” /// Auror partners Draco and Harry have a quick surprise duel in the training room.
4. Predicting the Present by @xx-thedarklord-xx [T, 7k]
►Malfoy—of all people—was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and Harry didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. “Professor Malfoy said we’ll be learning the basics on how to cast a Patronus!” Oh really? That, Harry had to see.
5. scarves by @anticomedygarden [T, 1k]
►Harry and Draco have fun at a winter festival. That's it.
6. Tickling the Ivories by @annanother-thing [E, 5k]
►Harry has a misbehaving magical piano, a very pushy best friend, and a very unexpected afternoon. feat. Hermione doing what Hermione does best (sorting Harry's life out), Harry's vivid imagination, and Draco's green lacy knickers
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Fest/Exchange
1. An accidental courtship by Anonymous [E, 6k]
►“The courtship starts with the offering of a single burgundy rose at exactly seven days before the winter solstice. The courtee may formally accept the continuation of the courtship – if they wish – by placing a single kiss on the flower.”
★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost
2. A Christmas in Heat by Anonymous [E, 3k]
►Despite all odds, Harry and Draco become friends while working at the Ministry. Their friendship is very intense, and the need they have for each other takes them both by surprise. Then, one day, Harry begins to desire Draco in a way that frightens him. [...]
★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost
3. Elf Affairs and Unwrapped Hearts by @picklesonjupiter [M, 1k]
►As Harry reluctantly takes on the role of a mall elf during the holiday season, he finds unexpected camaraderie with Malfoy, another elf, whose civil behavior surprises Harry. Working together, Harry discovers a side of Malfoy that intrigues him, leading to an unexpected invitation.
★ HP Yuletide Bliss 2023 | @hp-yuletide-bliss
4. The Pale Ferret Café by Anonymous [G, 3k]
►Harry's visits to Draco's café are a source of annoyance. Or are they?
★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost
5. Thickets by Anonymous [E, 17k]
►When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.
★ H/D Erised 2023 | @hd-erised
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percolator..// ∘* e. jaeger
୭̥⋆*｡ summary: in which eren can't keep his mouth off you, literally
୭̥⋆*｡ cw: established relationship, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, voice kink, eren cums in his pants, penetrative sex (+suggestive), we in the car..// wc. 1.4k
୭̥⋆*｡ notes: hi guysss, miss me?
“thought it was just gonna be a little.” you moan as your tear glazed eyes peer down at eren whose head is slotted perfectly between your thick thighs. after giving eren the most ridiculous head he’s ever received in the back of your car he just had to return the favor. he laid you down in the back, and pushed your panties to the side as his tongue dropped out of his mouth eagerly ready to make work of your insides.
“this,” he slurps up your juices on his tongue, “this is just a little.” he smirks.
“eren…” you quietly moan as your hips buck up into his mouth. your eyes cross in your head and you’ve got your hands balled in tight fist that push into the plushness of your hips. he likes to hear the pleasure on your tongue. it makes the rutting of his hard cock into the soft pink cushion of your car seats more pleasurable. he shouldn’t even be hard after the thick loads of cum he spilled into your throat, but he’s just so worked up.
he’s real good at making your pretty little clit perk up too. he can’t be the only one whose getting off — he loves to tell you how horny he gets from making you cum cause you just happen to look the prettiest when you’re cumming for him.
“yes, princess?” he smirks right against your cunny and swipes his tongue up over his lips. “mmm, i don’ know,” you grab on to his hair, and try to push him away from being so close. his nose purposely nudges against your clit and his fingers are striking a ferocious match that sparks up inside. it makes your body jerk as you feel a steady surge of pleasure wire through your body.
“rennie,” you whimper and it comes out as a squeal towards the end, “mmph — feels like ‘m gonna pee—” he nearly shoots up from his position, because you’ve gone through this before. a moment in your pleasure where you were so come over, and showered with pleasure that a clear liquid gushed right out of your pussy, and eren was on the receiving end drinking everything up — not allowing a single drop to slip by.
“that’s not what it is, princess,” he peers up at you, and at the same time you look back at him through tear heavy lashes, and eyes. you hiccup back a sultry moan, and eren’s ears tingle as he laps at your pussy like a starved dog. “jus’ means,” he slurps up, “— jus’ means your fucking pussy feels good.”
“d-don’t say it like that.” you shudder. you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, but you continue to grind your pussy against his hot tongue. you feel yourself fluttering as you near your orgasm.
“don’t be embarrassed,” he comes up for a bit of air, “want it all right here, princess.” he points to his mouth, and attaches it back to your clit as he sucks on it. he takes his middle and index fingers and massages your plush, soppy folds between them; making sure to squeeze them together a bit harder when he’s up at your pretty pink clit.
“e-ren,” you mewl weakly.
“babyyy.” he groans back. his hips thrust into the cushions a bit harder and his eyes roll into the back of his head. you just taste too good, and smell so fucking good he’s losing his mind. if your car was bigger he’d fold you up right now, and fuck his seed into you. he can only think about how adorable you puffy cheeks would look with a bunch of tears running down them.
he takes two of his digits, and steadily pushes them into your folds. there’s a bit of resistance from your hole, but he’ll get ‘em in. he looks like a madman; with strands of hair sticking to his face, and some of them fly lose from his bun. all of his hair nearly rest on his shoulders ready to abandon the weak hair tie he had it tied back with. “you’re squeezing tight, baby.”
he takes a moment to stare at your hole, “pussy’s so pretty ‘n pink.” the low grumble of words travels to your ears making you clench a bit tighter, “you like that?“ he giggles as he pushes his fingers in a bit more — just a couple more inches. the warmth of your insides are pleasurable along with the gentle throbbing he begins to feel as your pussy swallows up his fingers.
“gotta let me in, i wanna feel you.” he groans. your bodies burn hot in unison. “ ‘m tryin,” you moan back. “i know, baby.”
his fingers finally make it in, and when they do he curls them up. the long digits stroke at that spongy spot that makes you go fucking dumb. it makes your legs spread a bit wider, and has you fucking his hands with a slutty whine of your hips. “oh — my fuck!” you scream out.
he continues to lap at your clit with a calm flick of his tongue. you quickly crumble from both forms of pleasure. “r-ren.” you stutter weakly as you feel him, hungrily pulling your arousal right out of you. “that’s it, princess. all on my tongue.” he grins. your fingers twirl around the strands of hair as you bring his face impossibly closer to your pulsing heat. he slurps it up like soup, and his tongue swipes in between your folds; licking up any and everything that seeps out. but as you think you’re nearing an end you feel something knocking against your tummy.
it feels real warm and it doesn’t help that eren’s got your clit setting perfectly in between his puffy pink lips. he sucks gently at the nub as his fingers rush in and out of you filling up the car with the pure sound of how sloppy you get when his mouth gives your pussy some fucking attention. you try to push his head back, but he won’t let up. he’s not letting your heightened sensitivity escape him. “aht, aht,” he mumbles, “just a little more—“,
the last twirl of his tongue against your clit has you squirting all over his tongue. the clear liquid gushes out in cute spurts and eren’s dick throbs insanely hard. you attempt to push his head away, moaning endlessy as your body jerked. you wanted to scream out so bad, but you mouth just hung open with your tongue lolled right out the side. witnessing you trying to run from over stimulation makes the cum in his balls trickle from his tip. it makes him grind his leaking cock into the seats so much harder.
makes him wince out a pitiful, “fuckkk, baby — makin’ me cum.”
he groans into your pussy as his hot cum begins to taint his boxers, and on top of him being nose deep in your cunny — he’s in euphoria. your moans are a lustful gift to his ear, and it makes him all the more happier that he records these little sessions. gives him good material to fuck his hand too when he just can’t get your cute pouty face out of his head. better yet, when he thinks about how he has to look down at you, when he rest his chin on the top of your head and gets a face full of curls. the scent of coconut wafting up into his face.
when he gets to hold your waist in his hands, and sink his fingers ginto the fat of your stomach and next thing you know he’s humping you, because you feel so fucking soft and he just can’t help himself, and how horny he gets. but the way you look down at him now is too inviting. how your looking down at him again between your legs with your lip trembling between your teeth, hissing as he licks your clit again.
“tha’s enough — eren.” you squeal. he disregards how you tremble in the back seat and how you clasp your thighs tight around his head. but he knows how to handle you — he knows he’s so much stronger than you and he can easily pry your thick thighs back open. “can’t run from me.” he huffs.
“look how messy you made me.” he motions down to the giant wet spot in his sweats and you open your eyes wide as you still see the fat outline of his heavy cock. “gonna fuck you,” he grunts as he slips his sweats down with one hand and leads your calves to rest on his shoulders. he rubs the bottoms of your cute little feet, and kisses the souls of them before he’s now focused on your soppy pussy.
he grabs his cock and taps the tip right in between your folds. he pushes it right in between them and watches them part for him. he rubs his tip between them for a little bit until he angles it down and lines it up with your hole.
“you’re just too pretty not to fuck,” he gasps as he bottoms out, “take it like a good girl for me, yeah?”
“yes! hmm - i will daddy.”
#eren jaeger smut#eren jaeger#eren x black reader#eren jaeger x reader smut#eren jaeger x reader#eren aot#sin2.0
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fox mulder nsfw alphabet (for female/feminine readers)
an a-z of what's it's like to be loved by fox mulder in allllll the ways you wish you could be.
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i’ve never made one of these before so i followed another post’s example! a lot of this is chubby-girl friendly but also works for any body type. also, i got carried away so enjoy how long this is LOL. <3
my ao3 | word count: 3,537
content tags: smut smut smut SO MUCH SMUT, dom fox mulder, soft fox mulder, nsfw alphabet challenge, lots of kinks but i don't wanna spoil you gotta read it :), mentions of period/period blood, cross-posted on ao3
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a: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he is sweet. like, really sweet. he loves to be gentle, to tell you how pretty you are and how good you did for him, praising you up and down and giving you lots of slow, adoring kisses. he also tends to get a bit bashful, because even if he just fucked you senseless you still give him butterflies; so often he hides his face in the crook of your neck or lays on your stomach, and talks quietly, like he’s shy. all his guards are down, and he is wholly dependent and doting on you.
actionwise, he cleans you up and helps you into some clean pajamas, but he usually leaves you bottom-less because you tend to be sensitive and the feeling of fabric between your legs can be an overload on your senses. but he covers you however he can, and he combs through your hair, gets you water, helps you get comfortable in bed. he’s so gentle it’s straight-up dreamy.
b: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
on himself, fox likes his hands. he knows they’re pretty big, considering he’s a bit tall, and he thinks they look strong, but he takes more pride in them also being soft. he has some callouses, but the pads of his fingers are smooth. and when he met you, you told him how nice they looked and felt, and that won him over.
on you, he can’t pick between your love handles/waist and thighs. he loves to squeeze where you have the most skin, and both of those places are where your body curves. he loves your softer edges, and because his hands are big, he can grab a lot more of you. he also loves how you react to him touching you in these places- you’re sensitive there, and you shiver when he drags his fingers across you or grips you hard. your reaction plays a big part in favoriting those spots. (bonus: he loves your hands too, because they’re smaller than his and caress his face softly… and scratch up his back. we'll get to that later.)
c: cum (anything to do with cum)
you actually tease him about this a lot, because he gets really eager sometimes and can’t hold it in. he’s developed a routine where he takes his time with you and draws your pleasure out as long as he can because he knows the second he starts actually fucking you, he won’t last long; and he is so much more interested in letting you be the one who receives, he gets off on stringing you out. also, it takes you a while to cum, so his pleasure-driven role is that much more important to him, because he will not stop until you do. and he loves when you finally cum way more than when he does. he likes to taste you, and make you taste yourself when he kisses you with coated lips.
d: dirty secret
the night of the first day he met you, he had an insanely vivid wet dream about you. even having been with you intimately plenty of times now, he gets nervous to bring it up, because when you’re not around, he still draws on that dream to get off to. it's kind of his guilty pleasure. in it, you drag him into his office at work and let him eat you out on his desk, all over his files and papers. you were in a pleated schoolgirl skirt, and you kept it on for him to tug at. one day he’ll tell you (probably) and buy you a skirt, just so he can have the real thing.
e: experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
the majority of his experience comes from all the porn he’s watched. despite his drive, he was always the one to take it slow with past girlfriends, and either they didn’t stick around long enough to wait for him, or when he did sleep with them, he didn’t have enough practice to make it how they wanted it. but he paid attention to how girls like to be touched and fantasized about being good at those parts. when he met you, you were even more inexperienced than him, so everything he did was like heaven to you, and he only gets better each time. he feels lucky to have you to learn with because you’re patient and you love everything he does, so he doesn’t feel pressure.
f: favorite position
fox is somewhat old-fashioned. he loves missionary because it’s simple, and he can kiss you more that way, and it’s easy to be gentle or rough depending on what you both want. he also likes standing missionary for the same reason, particularly for times when you want him to be rougher. but the freaky part of him likes these because he wants to watch you surrender, to see all of you beneath him, powerless, as he brings you to climax. he wants to see your eyes haze over, how you struggle to speak while he pins you down. that way, you’re all his.
fox also really loves cowgirl, because he can still see all of you that way, but when you’re feeling particularly eager he likes letting you do the work. you’re still submissive even on top, because he needs to guide your hips and tell you to keep moving. he likes cowgirl even more when you ride him while he’s upright, like against the headboard or in a chair, because you bury your face in his neck as you work, and he loves being so close to you. plus, it took you little to no time to figure out exactly how to ride him right. and because he cums so fast most of the time, you usually ride him through his overstimulation, which puts him out of commission for the night. he can get obsessive about how good that one feels.
g: goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
he can be, because he’s naturally got a goofy streak. but unless you’re feeling giggly or playful, he just falls into that mode of being soft and dominant, talking dirty, and trying to fluster you.
h: hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
he keeps it trim just for hygiene, but you expressed a lack of concern for that, especially since you don’t always keep yourself trim either. it can be tedious to always be clean-shaven (and he doesn’t mind if you’re a little hairy, just like you don’t care if he is.) but, he does not touch his chest hair, because you are vehement that he keeps it.
i: intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
god, he is so intimate that it can leave you blushing for days after the fact. he does nothing but kiss and nip and lick, mouth and hands always on you; always whispering pretty things in your ears, dirty and gentle about how good you feel and smell and sound, about how pretty you look when he’s inside you. and innocent things, too. he tells you how pretty your tummy is, and your collarbones, every little part of your body gets admired. he tells you about how he loves your laugh and your smile, and how he's so lucky to have you all to himself. he takes every chance to make you feel cherished and important. he tells you how in love he is over and over like a mantra so that by the time he’s got you in the clouds, all you can think is he loves me, he loves me, he loves me…
j: jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he jacks off fairly often, but only because he’s usually thinking of you. if you’re not around or he’s away on a case, he gets needy and takes matters into his own hands, because he can’t help his dirty mind. he’s done it everywhere- his office, the work bathroom, in just about every room in his house. and, though he’d probably never admit it to you, he likes to hold your clothes sometimes when he does, because the smell of your perfume drives him crazy. he always takes something of yours when he goes away, just in case.
k: kink (one or more of their kinks)
okay, he’s got a few, but mainly because they’re kinks based on how you act or what he wants for you. so we’ll start with the kinks surrounding your pleasure:
obvious by now, praise. he loooves to praise. he’s crazy about you and how you make him feel, both emotionally and physically; he’s protective and loving, and he prizes you. he would make you cum just with words if he could. he adores pet names and anything he can call you, he will- princess, sweetheart, darling, honey, love, all of it. especially good girl, his personal favorite. he wants you to feel like the most special girl in the world because, to him, you are.
fox loves begging. he likes it for him, he likes to beg you for more, but he prefers when you beg. there’s something about watching you need him, and how your voice gets high-pitched and disgustingly lewd as you tell him what you want him to do. he loves being in control.
daddy!subspace. there are times when fox gets a little too into it, and you fall into a subspace. he loves this, especially yours, because you mix his name up with daddy, and every freudian instinct in his brain fires like crazy. he loves when you call him daddy, because that opens the praise door nice and wide, and he loves helping you come down after, because you get so flushed and nervous and you’re simply adorable when you need help speaking and asking for what you want.
now, fox’s personal kinks still have to do with you, but they're out of his own selfishness:
belly bulges. it’s no surprise because he’s so possessive, but something inside him snaps than when he takes your hand and presses it against the pudge of your tummy, where you can feel his cock poking against your walls. he loves being just big enough to fill you, and he loves how you go cross-eyed every time he does this, too- it’s just as hot for you as it is for him.
hands. he loves your hands and he wants them on him always, scratching him, marking his body with little red lines. they’re just small enough to make him feel big, and he loves your painted nails, too. he loves it when you pull on his shirt or his belt loops. he loves when you press them all over his face and chest because you don’t know what to do with them. he also loves to use his hands on you, to wrap softly around your neck and wrists, to pin your hips down, to push inside you; he has a penchant for sticking his thumbs in your mouth while he fucks you, too, because you always suck them like it’s your job. but there’s nothing like your hands on him.
here’s the big one: your period. fox likes making you a pillow princess, but he’s a monster when it comes to your period. you were worried when he said he didn’t mind the blood, but that first time he ate you during your time of the month was otherworldly. he loves the extra sensitivity you have, because it takes little to nothing to get you screaming, and some dark part of him loves to smear your blood all across his mouth and his chin. he loves to kiss you with those lips, leaving bloody prints up your stomach and chest, all over your neck and mouth. he craves the mess, the taboo nature of it all, and he loves how it’s a way of gently defiling you; mixing your blood with his spit, with his cum, it makes you his and him yours. maybe there’s a screw loose on his part, but if cannibalism didn’t mean you’d die, he’d fucking eat you whole. he even likes the taste. like i said, obsessive- but it’s kind of hot, isn't it?
l: location (favorite places to do the do)
honestly, anywhere. just the fact that you want him is good enough. he’s gotten you off in restaurant bathrooms, and at family homes during holidays when you just needed him and couldn’t wait. but he is partial to his couch or his bed because he likes having you all to himself in his own space.
m: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
acting stupid. he loves when you ask him to explain things to you, even if you understand on your own, because he likes teaching you; he also gets all hot and bothered when you pout or frown, or bat your eyelashes innocently, saying “can you start at the beginning?” or “can you go a little slower for me?”. because he knows you’re smart and the slight frustration of you acting like you’re not mixed with the need to pamper you gets him going like crazy.
saying his name. if you call him fox, or sometimes foxie, he’s just about ready to fall to his knees. nobody calls him fox, so to hear you say it isn’t just intimate and special, but it’s also so sexy. you say it so many ways, but when you want him, he’s never liked the sound of it more.
his biggest motivation is your neediness. it seems that when you get going, you never want to stop. you want him to keep kissing, keep touching, keep licking, whatever it is you want more, and when you finish you want to start all over again because you get drunk on him- and that could keep fox going until he dies. he wants to give you everything you want, even if you never return the favor. he likes being yours to use.
n: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
fox does not like to degrade you, which might be odd for a guy who’s so controlling and protective, but it’s not in his nature. he loves you. he cherishes you. he couldn’t tell you you’re dirty, or you’re a slut, or any of the terms that might get other people off, because he doesn’t believe them. he thinks you’re perfect, an angel, so good, and he only wants to remind you of those. he wants you to feel loved.
he also won’t hurt you. certain things he’ll do, like he’ll choke you or pin your wrists down, but he won’t be overly rough and he won’t leave bruises or make it hurt. you don’t fight back, so he doesn’t need to be anything other than assertive.
o: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he prefers giving 100%. he likes it when you give him head because he likes seeing your pretty eyes look up at him, but he cums too fast to enjoy you doing it- plus, he can’t hear your noises when your mouth is full. he’d much rather just fuck you if he’s going to receive any pleasure. and god, is he good at it.
p: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he’s slow until he gets inside you. typically he likes to take his time on you, but when he starts fucking you, it starts to feel so good and you sound so pretty that he loses a little control and starts being rough. that part usually takes the shortest amount of time but it feels fantastic because he goes fast.
q: quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
if you two are going to have a quickie, it’s going to be because you’re extremely horny in a place where he can’t take his time, and he simply can’t resist relieving you. but he really likes to be alone with you and go slow, draw it out as long as he can, and take good care of you. he wants sex to be special, he doesn’t want you to ever feel like it’s just a means to an end. sex is about love for him, not just a way to get his fix.
r: risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
fox is willing to try anything, but you both are a bit vanilla, in that sense. you only need him to feel good, and he doesn’t want to restrain you from being able to move and moan and touch him. most of the experimenting is verbal- he likes to push how far he can tease, and how much he can say to get you there. the trend seems to be that the dirtier he talks, the more pleasure you feel, and he wants to max you out.
s: stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
he’s gotten better at lasting, but he can’t draw it out too long. he has a hard time stopping himself. but he can go a few rounds without getting tired or spending it all because of how eager he is to keep touching you, which is nice. that’s why he spends his time on you, because you can last longer, and he doesn’t need much.
t: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
fox doesn’t have any toys. he is more than okay with you having them because if he’s not around, he can’t expect you to wait for him if you really need a release, and sometimes your hands aren’t enough. if he’s away on a case, sometimes he’ll call at night and talk you through it over the phone, so he at least has a little part in it. but he likes to be the one and only thing you can get it from when he’s with you, and so do you.
u: unfair (how much they like to tease)
oh, he loves to tease. he loves to talk and talk and talk, so much that sometimes you have to ask him to shut up and go faster. he wants to see you completely flustered from just his words, and honestly, he can get you halfway there on conversation alone. he knows just what to say, and how to say it, and it can be torturous, but you love it. and physically he teases, too, because he favors stringing you out. it can feel unfair at times, but you like it too much to care.
v: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
he has two sides. most of the time, he’s quiet, low, gruff; he grunts, he moans, sometimes growls if he’s really feeling possessive. but when he’s close, it turns into the most adorable whining. right in your ear, too. he pants and stammers, and easily gets overwhelmed. it’s not too high-pitched, but it’s needy and uncontrollable, and it sounds so, so pretty.
w: wild card (random headcanon)
fox never kisses and tells. he doesn’t have many friends, but if anybody tries to inquire into his sex life, he won’t say a word. he wants to keep it all to himself, and he refuses to let anyone know a thing about you or how you act when you’re intimate with him. he respects your privacy and he doesn’t want anyone else thinking about you in that way. he also knows he has something special with you- sex with you is really emotional and involved for him, and he doesn’t want to just air out his love to other people.
x: x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
(oh myyy, am i blushing.) a bit thick, and give or take maybe six, six and a half inches hard- no, give. he’s big. it’s veiny, especially when he’s overstimulated. and it’s curved up a bit at the tip- which is a pretty shade of pink, by the way. cute, just like him.
y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
anytime, any place. he always wants you. he can keep it under control of course- he gets through every day just fine. but he’s always thinking about you, and even when it’s innocent, he yearns to be with you and make you feel good. his dick loves you almost as much as his heart does.
z: zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
for a guy who can’t sleep, fox gets pretty tired after, but he can stay up way longer than you can. usually, you need some aftercare, and you fall asleep shortly after, and he likes to stay awake to watch you sleep because your blush lasts and your skin is still hot. he loves to admire you for a while when you’re not watching. he also gets hungry after, so he usually stays up to eat something, and then he’ll crawl back into bed and pull your sleepy body in close.
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this actually put me through hell to write because i want him so bad it’s driving me insane. hope you enjoyed, you little freaks. gonna go think about that period kink now.
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⛈☂ Strings☂⛈
• (Marshall Lee x reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p
• 2 4 2 5 w o r d s • p o s t e d 24.09.2023 🌧 navigation ☔️ SEQUEL
• s u m m a r y: marshall likes snooping around, and you like peace and quiet.
The rain fell on the grasslands of Aaa and surrounding areas. The animals in the forests hid under trees, candy citizens ran into bars, and Marshall Lee floated high off the ground.
He floated to the empty Tree House. The willow branches dripped with cold water and glistened like rhinestones. He tapped on the glass. No one answered. Adjusting his jacket and turning invisible, he let himself in, prying the glass up with his claws. It opened with a slight screech. He flew in, shaking the raindrops off his leather jacket.
The water dropped to the wooden ground. He looked up and flinched, turning visible as he was met with a figure on the couch in the kitchen.
They held a left-handed guitar made of bone, decorated with worn stickers. They held a pick shaped like a heart as they strummed out chords of Francis Forver, strumming the e-string angrily each time they messed up, concentrating so hard it was almost intimidating.
Marshall floated above them as he zipped up one of his pockets.
You jolted up, stopped playing, nearly dropped your guitar, and with wide eyes watched as some guy appeared in front of you.
He had mint skin, black hair wet from the rain, black and red eyes you never got used to, and an expression that confused you. Maybe fear, or worry. You screamed, and he did as well. It was Marshall Lee- kind of a friend of a friend with whom you occasionally crossed paths.
Kinda a person you thought was mad cool, but not someone you were close with.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was calm and bordering on deep. You hadn't heard him speak much, and it was startling.
You raised a brow.
"I could ask you the same question!" You jabbed.
He floated down, eyes staring at your instrument.
"Nice guitar." He bent over to inspect it. You pulled away. His tone was between mocking and impressed. Personal space breached, raise the grimace shields.
He was acting quite calm. You were, too. Internally, though, you screamed, your heartbeat wild, hands drumming on your thighs.
"Um... thanks? Did Fionna invite you over?" You changed your posture from a slouch to the straightest and stiffest pose known to Aaa. Even your tone was stiff. You weren't a person who was comfortable with others around, often becoming a robotic, clumsy mess, and you were even worse with people you barely knew. Cool people you barely knew? Instant death.
"Nope."
Your face flashed with concern. Marshall wasn't... malicious, but he was trouble, and glob forbid he dragged you into some antics. Can't a guy practice some guitar on a rainy afternoon?
"As LSP would say, I'm crashing." He shrugged casually.
You strummed your guitar. It was still connected to your demonic amp. The amount of demons you had to fight to get that thing was crazy. But it was worth it. The sound was clear, the controls were precise, and it sounded otherworldly, especially with deadstortion.
He floated near you and nearly stood on his feet. The silence hung in the air as your eyes drifted around the kitchen.
"Mind if I try?" He spoke gently, far more soft compared to his usual sass. It could be something he put on in front of groups of people. Or maybe your deer-in-headlights demeanor was enough to make even him more careful.
Your eyes fell on him and you folded your arms, not before gesturing to the instrument swiftly.
"Uh no, go ahead." You nodded and raised your shoulders, tense.
Marshall scooped it into his arms. It fit great. His long fingers spanned across the frets nicely. He had hands made for playing guitar, and that made you envious. Even with practice, you couldnʼt reach so far. He positioned himself, floating mid-air.
Your face was a mix of curiosity and surprise.
"No pick? Just... fingers?" You raised a brow, the words coming out faster than you thought. He laughed lightly, and you flushed.
"I'm good with them." You choked on air as you sat stiffly, stifling a nervous laugh. If you were flushed before, now all your blood was definitely in your awkward face.
He strummed and his long ears perked up at the sound.
"You're left-handed?" He bit the edges of his black lips, positioning his fingers. He didn't need to take so long doing all that. He was stalling. Curious.
"Not quite. A dragon tore off one of my left fingertips, so I can't hold down the frets without gross pain," You rambled quietly as you rested against the red cushions.
He played what was definitely, unmistakably Misirlou. You had to close your mouth at the speed of his wrist. Looking at that shit was enough to give your wrist a sprain.
He lifted his hands, holding the guitar loosely as he stared in your general direction expectantly. You cleared your throat.
"You seem good at left-handed playing. I've only seen you play right before." Marshall's expression flashed disappointment for a second before returning to a chill one.
"I've had a thousand years to learn, if I couldn't play either, that would be embarrassing." He smiled. Damn, that guitar suited him...
"Same with money... imagine being poor after like a thousand years..." You tapped on the table, lost in thought, partially about vampires, but mostly about a vampire.
"I can't, I own half of Aaa and my mom is the ruler of the Nightosphere. I used to own this Tree House!" He motioned to a part of the tree, and objects lifted to reveal an M carved into it.
"I remember that. I wasn't there but I heard about it." You nodded.
"Guess you've heard a lot about me?" He lifted his brows.
"Quite a- oooh. I get it."
"Get what?" A grin tugged at his lips.
"That wasn't an actual question, was it?" You squinted up with a smug expression.
"Wow. Pretty and smart. Package deal," He said with the perfect delivery- just the right amount of casualness for the line to be missed unless you were paying attention. And you indubitably were; you dearly hoped he didn't notice and you came off as cool and mysterious. Your flush and rigidity betrayed your discomfort.
Marshall passed you your guitar, and you leaned on it with your elbow, brushing hair away from your face as you looked around the room, searching for something interesting.
Dishes. Fridge. Your shaky hands. Paintings. Tree bark. A bug in the corner. Inevitably, your eyes fell back on Marshall. Your attention jumped from his clothes to his hair, to his inhuman features.
"Why are you staring?" You blanched and your expression fell. You met his eyes. If you looked down you'd be even more suspicious.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Your eyes are...." You trailed off. Shit. You weren't looking at his globdamn eyes, but you weren't about to say "Nice cock, bro".
"Horrifying? Demonic?" You swore he floated closer to you. You recoiled, pursing your lips.
"Interesting."
Good save, idiot.
His arrogant little facade faded, replaced by tired disappointment.
"It's also interesting how you're already tall but still float."
He shrugged.
"Alright, I'll bite." He stood on the ground. You finally got a good look at his frame and height, and man was that good look good. Every part of him was long and slim, from his ears to his eyes and fingers, and who else knows what. You slapped yourself internally at the thought.
He sat down next to you, setting his right calf onto his left thigh. He inclined his head.
"Not literally." He flashed the tips of his fangs. He fished a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, turning to you and slicking back his drying hair.
"You want some?"
You grimaced.
"No. and you shouldn't smoke inside. And this shit is bad for your vocal health." The rain still raged on, yet it felt like a calming ambiance when in the comfort of the Tree House.
"Aww, come on. Just once," He beckoned sweetly, nearing your face, feigning demonic puppy eyes. You shook your head. He set them down on the couch, as well as a red lighter. So much of his stuff was red. It was like if you had everything made outta food.
"It's like murder. It's a slippery slope."
You bounced your leg, checking your phone. You scrolled through your notifications. As empty as your heart.
"Sometimes I check my messages and realize just how bitchless I am..."
"Can't relate. I have lots of friends and messages...." He spread his arms over the backboard, gesturing in the air as his eyes wandered. He had a real soulful expression, as though he was speaking of glob itself.
Marshall dropped his arms, sighed, and frowned.
"Okay, yeah, I don't have anyone close to me. Sure I hang out with people but I'm kind of a loner," He admitted quietly, reminiscent of your insecure and anxious tone.
"You saw me earlier. I'm not much of a loner as much as I am a loser..."
"That's where we're different. But together we make a lone loser." He gestured to his unbeating heart, speaking like a damn motivational speaker. You smiled.
"Perfect."
A silence lingered. If not for the raging storm out, you would've heard the caw of a cyclops crow.
The silence turned strange as you made prolonged eye contact. Your proximity sent you into a fever. He didn't have any warmth- it felt like you had stolen all of it at once.
You tore your gaze away, opening up a portal with your pick and putting your guitar in. Marshall's eyes widened and he jerked in surprise.
"Where did that go?!" His voice strained against serenity.
"Uhhh I put it in its case. Between the Nightosphere-" You lifted your hand.
"The Nightosphere?" He interrupted with worry.
"-And the deadworlds. Let me finish." You readjusted yourself, unamused.
"Oh, I'll let you finish alright. Not like that. Are you finished?"
Your mouth was agape.
"You made that a lot worse than it was. Yes, I'm done."
You would never forget the awkwardness that plagued you throughout that whole interaction. It would forever be embedded in your cringing bones.
You browsed on your phone, refreshing your conversation with Fionna. No updates. Not even a bad meme. Sad.
Your arms rested on the table as you set your phone face down. You contemplated making tea.
"Why haven't we talked much before?"
That was a difficult question. You braced yourself as you turned your head to him just a tad.
"Honestly? I was... afraid of you. Not because of the demon vampire thing," You quickly defended yourself.
"That's surprising..." Marshall mumbled.
"Sorry." He raised his arms defensively.
"But because you're... I'm gonna sound stupid." You laid face down and laughed nervously, in sync with the drops hitting the windows.
"I doubt that. You're not Fionna."
The corners of your mouth tilted up, and you shot the vampire a dirty look.
"Shut up!" You laughed hollowly, surprised by his little joke.
He gave you a tight-lipped smile.
"You're cool, and I thought you were better than interacting with someone like me." The words did sound stupid coming out of your mouth. The thoughts were completely irrational.
"Someone with mutual interests and more to talk about than hacking monsters or angry exes?" He quirked a brow.
"I'm not trying to rationalize it. Also, I have plenty of exes to talk about." You raised your phone.
Marshall's face was practically begging you to not.
"Please don't."
"Fine. You're safe. For now. One was a demon." You glared at a picture of them with you. He peeked over your shoulder.
"That's interesting...."
"You said not to talk about it." You leaned on your palm, feigning disinterest.
"I take it back, come on! Don't leave me hanging," He asked desperately, ghosting his black claws over your now upright back. You shuffled away.
"You'll have to beg-"
Your phone buzzed. You hummed with displeasure, reading the message right away.
"Glob. You gotta go, Fionna will be here soon," You urged as you stood up, straightening out your clothes and stretching as you paced around the room. Marshall paused for a second and decided to stand up.
"You're right. No fun getting caught." He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking to the window. You watched his movements carefully as he opened up the window, putting his foot on the ledge, and floating, defying gravity.
As he left, you were hit with a lot of. A lot. Just, a lot.
You put the kettle on the stove, sitting on the counter, relaxing, finally.
You had always... wanted to hang out with him, but, damn, you didn't think it'd happen. And he wasn't as intimidating as he came off! You felt all funny inside, still absolutely high off the adrenalin of it all. When you saw him appear it was like your body got restarted.
The water began to boil, and you poked at dry leaves of colorful tea.
You were surprised as Marshall flew back in. You didn't have time to process a thing. He observed you as you lounged with owlish eyes. He picked up his lighter and cigarettes. He hadn't looked away.
"Forgot these." He glanced from the objects to you. He headed for the window again. He hesitated.
"These aren't tobacco, you know."
You raised your brows. He flew out as the front door rattled and Fionna and Cake yelled loudly. You waved to Marshall, only to see that he was gone, and the window was open.
You sat like a statue with a mystified gaze.
The kettle whistled and Fionna waved her hand in front of your face.
Did you fumble or did you fumble hard? Maybe if you had taken the offer, something else would be ha...
"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Cake frowned, poking your knee. You moved the kettle and Fionna turned off the stove.
"No, I saw a... yep, saw a ghost. A cool ghost," You replied breathlessly and somewhat robotically as you finally managed to focus on the two. You poured hot water from the kettle into your favorite mug. It had a cat on it. Dropping tea leaves into the water, you watched as the leaves seeped a bright ruby, and swirled with darker, near-black swirls.
Rain still poured outside, albeit it was far calmer than previously. You hoped Marshall was fine.
You held up two more mugs. You smiled awkwardly.
"Anyone want tea?"
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