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sentoooo · 3 months

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[anon: Hi can you write an Alphabet head cannon for Johnny cage and male reader?] i assume you mean an nsfw alphabet? i cannot find any other alphabet, so i apologize if i got it wrong T_T.

startin off strong with THE johnny cage. john john. yeah. that guy.

cw: nsfw, mxm, bodyworship, little bit of praise, edging, johnny fuckin' cage, baby. proofread MINORS DNI

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

Johnny's actually like a golden retriever. As much as he likes to show off,- and that doesn't mean he won't in bed either- he has a very tender side. Afterwards, he refuses to let you leave his arms. Need your clothes? Nope, he'll get them. As long as you hold his hand. Need a bath? He's carrying you to it. Maybe a little snack? Some water? Dragging you along for the adventure. And after all that, he'll tuck you both in, hold you reaaallll close, and whisper sweet nothings until either you or him are asleep.

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

Johnny's favorite body part? God, what isn't to love about him? It's so hard to choose! Just kidding. It's his biceps and his pecs. He's proud of 'em. Makes him feel all big and strong, means you can't run away like Sonya did. Though, he still loves every part of his body equally. Let's not forget about his little friend down there.

On you, it has to be your thighs. Or maybe your hands? God, he can't choose. Everything about you is perfection to him. No, no, it's definitely your stomach! Wait... no. It's your face. Nah, that doesn't do you justice. It's everything. Genuinely. He can't choose. Don't ask him to.

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

He's more than fine cumming anywhere. Inside? Gladly. On your thigh? Fuck yes. Stomach? Sign him up. It's like an autograph to him, as long as he gets to "sign" you, he's happy as hell.

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

He's dominant, yes. He likes being the star of the show. But he will let you top him here and there. His dirty secret? Just how much he yearns to moan your name. Yell it, let him know who he belongs to. But he won't admit it. His pride can't take that hit. Not yet.

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

God, what doesn't he know? He's an actor, baby. He's THE Cage. He's had more than his fair share of experience. He knows your body almost more than you do, exactly where to touch to illicit a reaction from you, just the right spots to hit, and those sweet sweet words that turn you on instantly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He love love loves cowgirl- or shall we call it cowboy? Not reverse, though. He needs to see your face. Has to. Non-negotiable. He likes to get his hands all over you, and he loves to see your pleasure. How else is he supposed to know that he's making you feel so damn good? Not that he isn't, god he knows, but just a reassurance.

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

You're asking if Johnny Fuckin' Cage is serious? No. Hell no. He's crackin' jokes, but mainly he's praising himself. Not that he isn't praising you, either. But You hear a lot of "How's li'l Johnny treatin' ya?", in a way, it's kind of sexy. In a very CAGE-y way, at least.

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

He's got some body hair. Mainly, a happy trail, complimented by his V-Line. A little arm hair, but he keeps his chest clean. Pubic hair wise, he's got a little. Keeps himself trimmed, but still keeps some down there. Compliments his dick, that's what it does.

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

God, he's so sweet it'll make your teeth hurt. Amongst his little ego-boosting, he swings praises your way. All honeyed, yet truthful nonetheless. His touch has always been full of longing, more so than lust. Everything he says is true. You know that. Regardless, he's gonna drill that into you. And drill into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off quite frequently. Though, he will always, always prefer you. Being in you, your hand, your mouth. But with his sex drive, he jacks off at least once a week, and if you aren't around, 7 days a week, baby. Always thinkin' of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship. Through and through. He fuckin' loves it when you're all over him, gliding your hands from his collarbone to his waist, tracing his V-line, his abs, his tattoos, all with such love and yearning. Taking almost 30 minutes to explore each others bodies before anything goes in anywhere is always a pre-requisite.

He also LOVES edging. You, specifically. He's an asshole that way. Listening to you beg, whimper, cry to release. To cum allll over you and him. Fuck, does that get him going. He's almost let you just cum each and every time. One of these days, he's gonna break.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, baby. Anywhere, anytime. He is always down. Shower sex? Yes. Quickie in a restroom somewhere? As long as it's as clean as a Bucca Di Beppo bathroom, yes. Speaking of, god, if he could fuck you in a Bucca Di Beppo, he so would. Now THAT'S fine dinin'.

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

You, always you. But specifically when you're fighting anyone. Not him, of course, shit, he's terrified of you. But all determined like that, nose bloody, knuckles bloodied, bruised. God, you are just SEETHING with sexual energy. And damn, he's going to fuck you after you win. However you like, baby.

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

Anything that'll hurt you. Hard no for him. He refuses to do anything of the sort. He can't hurt that pretty little body of yours, can he? No, no he can't. That is a cardinal sin, baby. He can't even fight you.

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

Oh, he loves giving. And he doesn't mind receiving. But fuck, he loves watching you squirm, gripping the sheets, and running your hands through his hair as he goes down on you. And he loves how you reward him after, it's like dessert.

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

He can go however fast you like, baby. You feelin' like enjoying the night, all romantic and sensual? Absolutely, anything for you. He will make the first round last for an hour. Feelin' especially frisky and want to scream his name all night (and all day, if your stamina so permits it)? Fuck. Yes. Say no more.

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

He'll do 'em. He aint afraid. Especially if you two only have time for that. He'll make sure your both satisfied and have both came. At least twice. But he does prefer having the full experience. He likes having you anytime, though.

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

Always, and forever, babe. He'll try everything at least once. He's fucked you in the most scandalous places before, too. One time, he was fairly sure Liu Kang was watching. That's why he fucked ya then and there.

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

Hours, day and night. Ride him like a horse. He'll wear that cowboy hat for ya, too. At least, that's what he said. The longest you've two have lasted was from 12am-4am. With breaks. But he sure didn't seem winded. Not in the slightest.

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

So. Fucking. Many. For you, for him, for both of you. He loves watching you pleasure yourself with his toys. And vice versa. He loves torturing you with em, too. Watching you nearly tap out and lean up against him cause you couldn't hold yourself up while he was fuckin' ya senseless and using a remote-control cockring. He also LOVES his sybian. Both of you grinding up, little bit of frotting, knowing you feel just as good as he does. Fuck, it makes him hard at the thought.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a fucking dickhead. As mentioned, he LOVES to edge you. How weak you are against him, yet knowing you want more, knowing you love it. He could do it all night baby. Make sure you got good impulse control. He won't hold back.

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

He's LOUD, baby, real loud. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. And he wants to praise you. How good you are, taking his dick. Like a champ. He'll moan, and grunt, and growl. All in your ear, too. He knows you like it. A little bit of breath play, for a good boy.

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

The amount of sex tapes in his phone is INSANE. But he won't post em, not if you don't want it. He knows his adoring fans would love it, and he'd LOVE to show off his boy to all of em. He gets off watchin' 'em, too. Are you surprised?

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

He's a biiiig boy. Took you a bit to get used to him. He's a shower, though. He's about 6.7" in length, and 1.9" wide. Leans slightly to the left. Circumsized.

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

He's gotta fuck ya at least once a day. His sex drive is through the roof, I mean. He's Johnny Cage. If he doesn't get his dick wet once a day, who is he?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yeah, he's tired as shit afterwards, but until you have been cleaned up, drank, and ate if you needed to, then he's out. He refuses to fall asleep beforehand. And normally, he has to make sure you fell asleep first.

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runninriot · 5 months

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written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Day 10

prompt: first kiss | rated: T | cw: underage drinking | tags: Robin, Steve & Eddie are friends, confessions, coming out

“What d’you mean you never had your first kiss?”

Oops. Did he say that out loud? Shit. Eddie knew he should’ve gone easy on the rum. But they’ve been running around town all afternoon to buy Christmas presents for the kids and when they finally made their way back to Steve’s, the idea of having some rum-spiked hot cocoa to warm them up from the inside sounded great. And it was - up until now.

Now, he’s being reminded of the fact that alcohol loosens his tongue, makes him say things he usually would keep to himself.

“Uh, yeah? It’s no big deal.” Eddie tries to play it down, tries to ignore the heat spreading uncomfortably in his cheeks.

“No. Hold up. Eddie, are you really telling me you’ve never kissed anyone? Not once?” Steve’s eyes are huge and Eddie searches for mockery in them, finds only honest confusion.

“Well, Steve. Not everyone starts their slutty era as young as you did,” Robin defends him. Maybe because she can sense how embarrassed Eddie feels. Maybe because she knows something about him that Steve doesn’t.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Keep making fun of me but- I can’t believe it, Eddie. You’re 19 and no one has ever been worthy enough for you to kiss them?”

The way he phrases it makes Eddie’s insides twist into a knot, makes his heart flutter at the notion of Steve actually thinking anyone had ever wanted to kiss him.

Because the truth is that no one has.

“What can I say? Maybe I’m just waiting for the right one.” Eddie laughs, makes it sound like a silly joke to hide the fact that in another universe, the right one would be sitting right next to him. Not in this life, though. He’ll never know what Steve’s lips taste like.

“I’d rather not had my first kiss at all than the one I got. Middle school, Jackson Hughes. Planted one right on me, wet and sloppy. Ugh, guess that’s when I knew I don’t like boys.”

Steve shoots her an alarmed look.

“It’s okay, Steve. He knows,” Robin answers his silent question, obviously referring to Eddie knowing about her being a lesbian.

“Oh. G-good. That’s good.”

“Takes one to know one.” Eddie chokes on a laugh.

FUCK!

Did he really just out himself in front of Steve?

As if his earlier confession hadn’t been enough to throw him off, the look on Steve’s face now is even worse. Not like- he doesn’t look disgusted or anything. More like, surprised. His facial expressions going from confused to… soft? So soft in fact, that Eddie suddenly has a hard time breathing.

“Oookay. That was awkward. Moving on. Who wants another?” Eddie quickly jumps up from the sofa, waving his empty cup at the others, not even waiting for their response before he makes his way to the kitchen.

He needs to do something, needs to get away. Splash some cold water into his face to cool down, sober up. Maybe getting another drink isn’t a good idea, after all.

Eddie braces his hands on the edge of the counter, drops his head down and sighs.

Shitshitshit!

Yeah, nope. He should not get another drink. Not if he doesn’t cut out his own tongue first. He already said too much, already confessed too many things for one evening. What comes next? Telling Steve that he’s hopelessly in love with him?

Over my dead body.

No one needs to know that. Especially not Steve. So, yeah. Definitely no more rum for him. He should probably go home and hide under his blanket until the end of days or at least-

“Eddie?”

He turns around quickly, trying his best to steady himself.

“Are you okay?”

Steve’s eyes are warm and his voice is gentle and Eddie just wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Yeah. Just needed a minute. That was not exactly how I planned on telling you.” Eddie laughs but it sounds strange even to his own ears.

God, you’re pathetic.

The other boy steps closer and Eddie feels like he’s frozen in place. His heart beats like crazy when Steve stops only inches away from him, so close now that Eddie can feel warmth radiating off Steve’s body.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you, too. A-about me.”

Eddie thinks he can feel, hear, and smell the wires in his brain short-circuiting. His mouth drops open, eyes blown wide in disbelief.

What?

“I’m… bi. Apparently.” He shrugs his shoulders and smiles shyly at him.

“Th- that’s. Cool.” Eddie stutters, doesn’t really know what to say when his mind offers nothing he can share.

Steve likes boys? Maybe I have a chance. Maybe he likes me too? Shut up, Munson! He’s so pretty. I want to kiss him so badly...

“And I-“ Steve bites down on his bottom lip as if he’s trying to prevent himself from talking.

“I wanted to tell you for a while that I-“

Eddie knows he’s being delusional but he can’t take it anymore. He needs to know.

“I like you, Steve. A lot. I-“

Steve's whole face lights up and Eddie's head is spinning.

“Can I kiss you?”

He doesn’t know how exactly it happens or who starts it but somehow he finds himself glued to Steve’s lips not even a second later - his hands in Steve’s hair, Steve’s hands wrapped around his middle, their bodies pressed against one another so close that he thinks he can feel Steve’s heartbeat in his own chest.

Eddie must’ve died and gone to heaven because he is kissing Steve and Steve is kissing him back and it’s nothing like anything he’s ever felt or tasted before. A tender brush of lips, a hesitant tongue asking silently for permission, Steve’s hot breath on his face, the sweet little noises they both make… it’s like a dream come true.

And yeah. If waiting 19 years got him this - he'd do it all over again.

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tobybestupid · 6 months

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Steven Adler NSFW Alphabet <3

Tw: NSFW, smut smut smutty smut!! (Too lazy to name everything sorrrryyyy, I'll try), fluff!!, somewhat descriptive smut, breeding kink, mentions of threesome, mentions of drunk sex, masterbation,

A = aftercare

This boy wants to make sure you're okay, gives you amazing cuddles and kisses, cleans you up. If he and you aren't too tired he'll run you a nice warm bath!! <33

B = Body part

His favorite part of you in your chest, loves jizzing on there. And your thighs, likes cumming on there too!! :3 his favorite part of himself are his arms, he can just wrap them around you and rail you relentlessly :3

C = Cum

He loves cumming in you (BREEDING KINK :0), on your chest, and oh boy does he love watching it drip from you just to push it back into you!! :3 he also makes sure you cum first, such a gentleman huh?

D = Dirty secret

Wants to get you pregnant, so badly. Poor baby has a breeding kink. Also wants to have a threesome with you, definitely not with axl... he's too cocky, maybe Duff, Slash, or Izzy?

E = Experience

Good boy knows what he's doing, makes sure you're having a good time, and hes havin' a good time :3

F = Favorite position

Definitely like the spilling bamboo, or mating press because then he can just pin you down and breed you :3

G = goofy

He's prob a little giggly if he's drunk, but if it's baby making he's not giggling but definitely making alot of noise. (Such a noisy boy)

H = Hair

He's pretty hair, mean just look:

Hairy boy means hairy private. Drapes match the carpet, maybe a little bit darker. But he understands if you want him to shave, he's just a lil lazy :P

I = Intimacy

He can be rough and fast, soft and fast, rough and slow. Anyway you want it (THATS THE WAY YOU NEED IT‼️), *cough.* Anyway. Whatever you want, he'll give you <3

J = Jack off

Since poor Steven is on tour quite a bit, he does tend to jerk off a lot, especially on call with you (if you dont go with him). He likes watching you jerk him off sometimes— but why jerk off when you're there?

K = kink

He has a major, a big breeding kink. He has has a little bit of a degrading kink, just a little. But loves watching you cry from pleasure, and squirm around <3 also lives being praised??

L = Location

He's scared of doing anything in public, poor boy doesn't want to get caught. He loves bending you over anywhere at home though! The sofa, bed, counter tops, ECT.

M = Motivation

Tight or small clothes (definitely gets a boner in public/in general if he sees you in a dress or skirt), you teasing him, small things can get him bricked up.

N = No

Will not hurt you, if it's like a playful slap to the butt then yeah obviously. But if you want him to flow blown hurt you super bad. No, absolutely not. Also other icky bodily fluids, nope.

O = Oral

He loves receiving head, and giving. Prefers receiving, but will give you head :3 he's also pretty good at it.

P = Pace

Poor boy doesn't last that long, he gets really tired easily. Maybe two rounds on a super good day, three is too many.

Q = Quickie

Hates quickies, prefers taking his time with you :3

R = Risk

It depends on what new thing y'all trying.

S = Stamina

Poor boy gets tired easily and can't last that long, but he tries for you, usually fails.

T = Toys

Has a few toys for you like vibrators, teases the fuck out of you with it.

U = Unfair

He's pretty fair with you, if you're getting punished he's all about being unfair. But if he's in a submissive state, all whiny n stuff. He hates being teased.

V = Volume

When he's dominating you he grunts and groans, rather loudly too. Almost like an animalistic growling. When he's submissive he's such a whiny boy, and he whimpers.

W = Wild card

Likes his hair being tugged at, weather he's dominating you or he's a submissive good boy :3

X = X-ray

Alrighty. He's probably got a good 5-6 inches? Nice thick-ish tip, is thicker at the base and gets slightly thinner. His tip is a little lighter than the rest of him, and it's like a jungle down there. Large happy trail, drapes match the carpet, maybe a little darker.

Y = Yearning

He can't go that long, 1 or 2 rounds.

Z = Zzzz

Depends on how many rounds y'all did. He falls asleep super quick if it's been 2 or 3 rounds, but if it was only 1 he takes care of you then sleeps.

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SORRY FOR NOT POSTING RECENTLYYYYY

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nikkisheep · 1 year

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YOU (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x female!reader

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, spitting, oral (m), pussy slapping, shower sex, being called sir, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, good girl), dom!dean, pissed off dean, dirty talk

Summary: After a hard hunt, Dean needs to let off some frustration.

Tag List: @rachiem4-blog @suckitands33 @b1chcave @dead-thing200 @deansbbyxbyy @lanassmarty @buhlenciagas @samanddeansannoyingsis

The hunt was a bad one. You had gotten a call from Sam about the hunt and apparently, Dean was not in a good mood. He was complaining about getting home and going to bed. He just wanted sleep. You knew that it was worse than Sam had let on when Dean had walked into the room without so much as a glance in your direction.

Dean normally greeted you with a tight hug and a kiss but all you got was a icy cold stare that for some reason burned. He went to his side of the room and started to undress, knowing that you would watch.

"Baby, you need a shower."

"Are you telling me what to do?" He asked.

"No, I was just thinking that a shower might help with your tension."

"You know, all you do is run that damn mouth," He sighed.

You looked at him shocked. He had never spoken to you like this and it should have made you angry but it made you feel something else. Heat?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said and the only thing that your mouth is good at is sucking my dick."

He looked at you with a heated stare, causing you to practically melt in your spot.

"Guess I should suck your dick," You smirk as you walk to him.

"Nope, I gotta get a shower."

He walked to the showers and started the hot water. You pout on the bed while you think about what he said, and not just what he said, but how he said it. You heard the groans of pleasure coming from Dean's shower and you get an idea.

You snuck into the showers, knowing that the steam was too thick for Dean to see you. He had his back to the wall behind him, his cock just sitting there while he touches himself. You get on your knees and crawl to him. Sliding your tongue on the tip of his dick, his hips stuttered and his eyes snapped open. He moans at the sight of you on your knees, wet hair getting matted to your face while you suck him dry.

You mouth was so hot and wet that it drives Dean crazy. He grabs your head and starts fucking your mouth. Hanging your jaw loose, you let him roughly use you. Gagging slightly, you hollow your cheeks so when he slides back in, there is a bit of pressure on his dick. He pushes hisself as far has he can, rutting into your throat. He pulls out, grabs your arms and pulls you up to his face.

He kisses you, teeth clashing as you fight for dominance. He ends up winning but you start tugging his cock and he faulters..

"I am the one in charge here, sweetheart."

He taps your legs so you know to jump and he picks you up against his waist. Your legs wrap around him before he presses your wet shirt cladded back to the shower wall.

"Such a good girl, sucking my dick like that."

He pulls off your panties, sliding a finger in to see if you were wet. And you were so wet that your pussy took his finger with no issue. He fucks you with his finger for a second before replacing it with his dick. He teases you, easing the tip in and out until he had you squirming against him.

"Dean, please.''

"Please what? Use your big girl words, sweetheart."

Fuck did he know how to dirty talk.

"Please fuck m-" He shoves himself in before you could finish speaking and he immediately started to move inside of you. He wanted to feel your cunt squeezing him tightly. He thrusts against your g-spot and you throw your head back. Dean grabs your wet shirt and rips it in half. He sees your white bra, completely soaked through and he also rips it off. You want to protest and the ripping but your lust filled mind couldn't be bothered by Dean's actions.

His cock moved in and out of you at a rough, quick speed. Your orgasm was approaching very quickly, so turned on by the sight of your Dean having water drip down his face and body as he destroys your hole. His hand goes in between your legs and you know exactly what is about to happen. He is about to give you the strongest orgasm he has ever given you.

Normally, Dean was a soft lover but not when he gets like this. When he gets so frustrated that he loses control over himself and snaps. He uses his frustration to give you mind blowing pleasure and you are always happy to receive it.

He pinches your clit, rubbing it in tight little 8's before he starts slamming his hips into yours as he chases his close climax.

"Fuck, you just my good girl. Huh? Letting me fuck you right here, where anyone can hear us?"

"Dean."

"Fuck, doing so good for me princess. So fucking good,'' He grunts, moving his hips faster with his thrusts. He angles his dick just right and you clench on him.

"Fuck, cum for me sweet girl."

At his words, your orgasm hit you like a fucking train and your legs started shaking while you gripped his hair and back. Your nails slipped down the smooth, wet skin as you shook slightly against the feral man. He bucks into you a few more times before he pulls out and spills himself all over your stomach. The water had turned cold when it hit your cum soaked belly, erasing your and Dean's deeds.

Washing up, you run back to the room. More like Dean carries you because you can't walk. He apologies if he went too rough and you kept telling him that you liked it but he wouldn't listen.

"Dean, thank you."

"For what?"

"For coming home to me," You cuddle into his side and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Not even thirty minutes later you both startle at the yell of Sam.

"GUYS IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE SEX, STOP USING THE SHOWER! IT STEALS ALL OF THE HOT WATER!"

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t0rturedangel · 1 year

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CANN I PLEASEEE GET KYLE X F!READER?

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ━ ♡

Kyle Broflovski x fem ! reader

A/N - You didn't specify exactly what you wanted so i just came up with an idea, i hope you like it if not just lemme know and i'll gladly re write it !

WARNINGS - swearing, also clyde is a little bit of a noncy weirdo in this

When your relationship started, KYLE asked to keep it a secret to which you agreed since you knew what his friends were like and if they found out Kyle got himself a girlfriend they'd belittle the shit out of him- especially Cartman who you've learned to be the most bitchiest and evil one out of all of them.

Everything went smoothly between the two of you in your relationship, you both would keep your affectionate interactions for private times and said interactions consisted of hugs, cuddles and kisses- and you teasing your boyfriend for his red face. Overall just lovey dovey interactions.

Now jealousy was nothing new to Kyle, or you for the matter, but he managed to control himself from punching the fucker who had the utter balls to flirt with you. He was grateful that you'd always shoot the person down almost immediately after understanding what they were doing. So, during lunch, when one of your other friends CLYDE came up to you, Kyle didnt really pay attention to the small nagging voice of jealousy in his head, Clyde was one of your mates so he wouldnt flirt with you- but of course there were rumors about him having a massive crush on you and the fact that he was what the world would consider a 'play-boy' who'd flirt with every girl within a 10 mile radius of him.

"Heyyyy N/n! " Clyde called out to you, running over to your side a big shit eating grin on his face, clearly he was about to say something that will tick of Kyle even more than he already has. " Huh- Oh hey Clyde! How's it been man? " you tilted your head your own grin on your face. " Did it hurt?" Clyde walked closer to you, swinging his free arm over your shoulder, his shit eating grin growing at your confusion " Huh?-" "- When you fell from heaven babe!" You pulled you closer, laughing at his shitty pickup line, though clearly it wasnt TOO shitty considering you started laughing unknowingly making Kyles annoyance grow " Pfffff- oh-oh my g-goddddd- Clyde that was so shit! " " Yeah- but it worked! It made you all red in the face! " Clyde teased, poking your reddened cheek .

"Unfortunately, how'd you even come up with them? they're so shit" Clyde faked a sad expression, flashing you a really pathetic sad puppy dog look " Dont pull that face " you deadpanned, Clyde only intensifying the look " Okay okay! Im sorry- they're not shit " Clyde was still pulling that face, clearly wanting something more which Kyle could immediately deduce what. " I'll only forgive you if you gimme a kiss baby girl " you cringed at the nickname and shook your head " Nope, sorry Clyde" " Awhh! Why not? " Clyde moved his face closer to yours, lips practically centimeters apart which was teh last straw for the red head a few tables away.

Within seconds, Kyle was in the middle of you and Clyde, glaring your friend down " Back off, Clyde, she's clearly not interested " "Woah- dude, why'd you care?" Clyde laughed at your boyfriend, raising one of his bows " Does it matter ? " Kyle was clearly struggling at not to scream at Clyde that you were his loving girlfriend " Uh yeah? She's my friend, if she didnt want me to flirt with her she should stop being so cute or just tell me to sto- " Clyde was punched in the face, falling down to the floor with a grunt " KYLE! WHAT THE FUCK!? " he yelled holding his now bleeding nose but before he could say more or even react Kyle threw himself at Clyde, sending multiple punches to the other "DONT FUCKING FLIRT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND! " without realizing he blurted out the fact that you two were dating.

A crowd was formed round the three of you the moment the first punch was thrown, gasps and whispers filled the room at the new piece of knowledge of you and Kyle dating but before much more could happen Mr. Macky rushed in quickly separating the two boys, kyle struggled against the adults hold, managing to get his hands on Clyde again but was just as quickly separated from him as the first time " Dont you ever flirt with my girlfriend ever again! " Kyle groaned letting himself be dragged away from the cafeteria.

" KYLE'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!? "

Later, you were found sitting by Kyle's side, telling him off for acting so recklessly " Kyle you didnt need to go punching Clyde like that- and now, since you've blurted it out, people know we're together " Kyle huffed, resting his head on your shoulder, his hand holding yours " So what? Now people will leave you alone, it always got on my nerves anyway " " What about your friends babe? " " Oh fuck my friends, i dont really care about it anymore, i want everyone to know that you're mine " He lifted his head to he could look at your face, pressing a kiss to your lips, giving you a smile you returned 10 fold.

" Yeah, 'm yours "

#south park #south park x reader #x reader #kyle broflovski #south park kyle #south park kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #jealousy #clyde donovan #south park clyde #south park clyde donovan

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getosbunsblog · 1 year

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Levi NSFW alphabet

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

He lays there, you leaned against his chest. Plays with your hair or you play with his. Talk about video games and then go for a bath

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

He likes his hair and horns. He just thinks they look cool. You, he can’t get enough of every single part of you, he feels lucky you even notice him. But if he had to pick I feel like he’s a neck guy. He just loves looking at your neck and collarbones and imagining marking them up with love bites

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

I THINK HIS CUM HAS GLITTER, yes you heard me glitter. I think it has a blue iridescent shine to it. Which makes it look really pretty when it drips out of your hole

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

Hentai? Not after he met you. Definitely jerks off to you and your pictures you post on social media. I don’t think he even likes hentai that much anymore because he can probably only get off to you. We all know he’s a big fat pervert so maybe he takes sneaky pics of up your skirt or you changing, for scientific reasons.

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

He’s SOOOOO difficult. Idk if he’s a virgin, but homie is definitely lacking experience. He’s like hella old tho. So he probably isn’t a virgin. But again, still lacking a ton of experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You riding but he moves your hips. He has a control issue and he always needs to be in some kind of control. Also doggy. He loves doggy. He will destroy your organs with his cocks in doggy

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

He’s so serious that it’s comical, like if you so much as smile in a goofy way he gets so insecure and insulted

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

Blue pubes. And idk man. He might be waxed…..

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

He’s not great at intimacy but he enjoys it and loves the feeling of you being there emotionally as well as physically

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He takes your panties and sniffs them to get off. He wraps them around his painful erections and strokes himself up and down pretending you’re there with him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes being degraded. But he still doms, but he also does some degrading back at you. “I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me fuck you” and “you must be a real easy slut if a gross shut in can get in your pants”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed and his bean bag. The tub is a little bit inconvenient

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

Jealouslyyyy, is like the biggest one. If u even laugh at mammon he wants to claim you. He’s can’t stand it when you talk to others. Especially lord diavolo. He’s just so perfect and him and Levi are so different

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

Not hurting you, light hair pulling but he cannot bring himself to even lay a finger on you in a violent manner, he refuses. Even if you beg for it, nope. He’s just too infatuated with you to hurt you.

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

He has that snake tongue man, he’s a god at oral. Like better than he is at video games. When you go down on him tho, he takes a while to get comfy. He might cover his face the first few times, but after he knows you aren’t gonna judge him, he’s all cool with being loud and taking his hand away from his face

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

Depends. He most definitely enjoys just having you sit on him and cock warm him, but if you talked with mammon too much that day, or didn’t respond to his text quick enough he will find you. And when he does he’s pumping in and out of you so fast.

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

Eh. He feels indifferent to them. He would prefer to take him sweet ass time, but hey he’s not gonna stop u

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

Jealousy. He will make sure you’re extra loud when he pounds you in his room but he’s not to fond of doing it outside of his or your room. He doesn’t like the risk of someone else seeing you like that

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

Sadly I think he has the second lowest stamina out of his brothers (after belphie ofc) and that’s not always a bad thing. He’s still a demon and still has a ton of stamina compared to you

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

A fleshlight. He he got one that has your skin tone and everything. He’ll use them during fun time. But u have to bring the extra things. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Or if u want him to do anything to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Horribly inpatient. Not a tease at all. Not slick enough and not enough skill with the ladies. He might try sometimes but he’ll just get embarrassed immediately. Then u need to tend to his wounds

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

He’s the one person louder than mammon. Literally whimpers, moans, yells. The whole nine yards. Even if he’s dominant. He still whimpers and moans like he’s the one getting his insides rearranged

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

Idkkkk I know SUB LEVI is a big thing but I think he’s just a shy soft dom, maybe he’ll want you to dom him and degrade him sometimes but he stays in charge for 90% of what happens. Ahem I also am a firm believer in panty stealer levi

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

TWO DICKS. You heard me, two. I think the lower one is 8.5 and the top one is 9.5 roughly. And in his demon form the tip becomes a dark blue

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

He’s so ducking horny, you breathe, he’s hard. You bend over, he’s hard. You say his name in a sweet tone, he’s hard for hours. He’s a total perv. He’s just a shy little perv.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. You’re long asleep before he even does. He’s probably playing on his Nintendo switch lol

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me lemon #levi x reader #obey me levi #om! leviathan #leviathan smut #leviathan #smut with no plot

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simpfordemetri · 2 years

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Carlisle Cullen nsfw alphabet

I'm so sorry,this was in my drafts and I totally forgot to post it,sorry to the one who requested it<3

A = Aftercare

God this men is the god of aftercare(and sex),he will snuggle his face on your neck,his hands up and down your arms gently,pulling you onto his chest and whispering how gorgeous you are.He will check if you are okay and let you sleep,while he gently caress your back.

B=Body part

His favourite body part of himself is his mouth,he loves to hold your hips while he eats you out,hearing the sounds that came off of you while he gives you pleasure.

His favourite body part of yourself is your hands,he will hold them up your head keeping you down him.

C = Cum

He loves cumming inside you,feeling your fluids around his dick,staying that way for a while.

D= Dirty secret

He would love to drink from you while having sex,but of course it's not his diet and If he ever needs to drink from a human it's not going to be you.

E=Experience

Oh,he is experienced,he knows what he makes to you and he is proud.Wont care if u have experience or not,but low-key love if you are virgin,knowing he will be the only one yo praise your body

F=Favourite position

Missionary,he loves being in top of you,hitting that spot over and over again just to see your face.

G = Goofy

He can make you laugh sometimes, but he prefers to keep it serious,he will have a soft smile on his face tho.

H=Hair

Has some hair,usually take care of it,but doesn't care if you have some,it's totally normal and he won't even notice.

I=Intimacy

He is gentle,not rude at all,he can make you feel good without making it dirty.He loves making love to you in a slow way.

J = Jack off

He doesn't,he has you,if you are not in the mood he can control himself.

K = Kink

Breeding kink,even if he is not going to risk your safety he always think about the fact of you pregnant, and make a family.

L=Location

Your shared room,there is no way this man will do something sexual with you outside your bedroom.

M=Motivation

Intelligence,he loves when you two shares opinions and you talk looking so smart.He is all over it.

N=No

Hurting you, dangerous kinks and public sex.

O = oral

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head and him pleasuring you for hours.

P=Peace

He is slow.Praising and loving every inch of you.

Q = Quickie

Nopnop,you will have to wait,he is not making love to you in a rush.

R=Risk

Nope.

S=Stamina

Of course he can last forever,but you usually last some hours,maybe three or four rounds.

T=Toys

He is willing to buy them,and uses them on you,controlling their speed and making you cum.

U = Unfair

Can tease you a little when you act like a brat,you will have to literally shout at him to finger you.

V = Volume

He is not afraid of you hearing him,and he will let out loud moans and soft growls.Thats what you do to him.

W = Wild card

He low-key loves when you take the control, riding him.

X = X-ray

Wow this men is big,22cm.

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is just normal,when you two feel like it,no pressure.

Z = ZZZ

Doesn't sleep but of course stays with you,resting his head on top of yours.

#twilight #the twilight saga #carlisle cullen imagine #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen headcanons #carlisle cullen smut

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digital-star-boy · 11 months

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Aaravos nsfw alphabet ☆

Minors, don't interact ☆

nsfw below ☆

(please tell me of any grammar mistakes)

A=Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Let's just imagine he's out of the mirror for a sec. After sex he holds you tight whispering sweet praise in your ear. If you want he'll offer you to join him in the bath. I feel like he doesn't like feeling dirty so he always takes a bath right after or in the morning if he's to tired.

B=Body (what's their favorite body part on them and you?)

His favorite on himself is probably his hands or chest. His hands are unique to you(if your human) and they're good and pleasuring you(plus magic) his chest on the hand he just shows it off all the time. Have you seen his titty window?

C=Cum (what is it like and where?)

His cum is white but a little see through. Has glitter in it. It's pretty thick but still a little watery. Cums and average amount. He likes to cum inside or right on your area 👍 he doesn't like a mess makes him feel dirty and not in a good way. If you don't want him cumming there then he'll cum on your thighs or on your tongue (he wouldn't mind cumming on your face though 👀)

D=Dirty Secrete (something they won't tell you)

He has watched you through the mirror when you couldn't see him and touched himself. Putting his face against the glass as his breath fogs it. Slowly rubbing himself as you walk around doing your thing.

E=Experience (how much experience do they have?)

Oh boy this man got LAID all the time before his imprisonment. He knows what he is doing and he will make sure you know.

F=Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Since he hasn't touched anyone in a few hundred years he likes close and intimate positions. Likes missionary, mating press, or you in his lap bouncing on his cock as his hands are on your hips and your hands around his shoulders.

G=Goofy (how serious are they?)

Man is silly out of bed but more serious in bed. He likes being close to you and showing how much he loves you but if you want him to keep his silly personality in bed he will tease to no end.

H=Hair (hair down there)

Isn't to long but it's not short. It's white and curly down there. He keeps it well groomed, he didn't spend all that time in the mirror lazing around he was giving himself some nice self care

I=Intimacy (how intimate are they?)

Absolutely 10/10 he will make you feel wanted and loved. Only degrades you if you want him to but he lives for praise.

J=Jack off (do they masturbate?)

After imprisonment he did it quite often without no one else to help but after a hundred years he kinda stopped and only does it when he's really hard. Reason he stopped is because it was getting so hard to give himself an organism because of how often he did it so he stopped but when you came in and he did it again he came so fast he was honestly quite embarrassed.

K=kinks (what kinks do they have?)

Mutual masturbation is a big one. With him in the mirror and all he can't touch you so when you sit in front of the mirror and touch yourself all for him he can't help but touch himself as well

Sensory play. He loves using magic to make his hands either really fucking hot or ice fucking cold. Also likes wax play

Overstimulating. He loves it both ways, you under him begging for him to stop or him under you begging for more. He loves the feeling of someone's touch. He's extremely touch.

L=Location (where do they like having sex?)

Either in a private room with the mirror so you guys can touch yourselves, in your's or his bedroom, or in his study(either on his chair or bent over his desk(also might be a little turned on if Viren walks in as he fucks you))

M=Motivation (what turns them on?)

Just you in general. Hasn't had sex in a few centuries so he wants some action fast as possible. He likes when you guide his hands to you and take the first step. Makes him feel like it isn't a dream and he's really touching you.

N=Nope (what will they not do?)

Doesn't like hurting you. Maybe a few light spanks but that's it. Also food play he finds it to messy, why would he eat off of you when he can just eat you out?

O=Oral (giving or receiving?)

Likes them both but prefers receiving. Like I said he LOVES it when you touch him. But he is still really good with his tongue, makes you cum within minutes.

P=Pace (how fast or slow)

Always starts slow he likes to drag it out but after a minute or two he can't help but pound your hole into oblivion. Loves fucking you silly!(grab his horns it will make him faster.)

Q=Quicky (thoughts on them?)

He's not really against it but he prefers really long sex and likes to take his time. But he's not gonna say no, loves it when you suck his dick.

R=Risk (do they try new things?)

Most definitely. He hasn't had sex in a few hundred years so things have changed and new things have been discovered. Wants to try them all with you as long as it isn't too messy.

S=Stamina (how long can they go?)

Has a lot of stamina but wants to save it so he can clean you and him up so only goes 2-3 rounds. If he wanted he could go 5-7 times but he would be exhausted afterwards.

T=toys (do they use them?)

He doesn't have any but if you do he would want to try them out. Prefers your touch on him but using a vibrator or dildo on you sets something off in him. See's it more as competition rather than teammates

U=Unfair (how bad is their teasing?)

Likes long foreplay and sometimes he can't help but edge and tease you. Foreplay can last 5-20 minutes or even longer depending on his mood.

V=Volume (how loud are they?)

Man has pornstar moans but he usually grunts and growls. More of a breather than a moaner. He'll get louder the closer he gets.

W=Wildcard (random headcanons)

He has written and drawn porn of you. If you ever look through his desk and find his sketchbook it's all drawings off you with short paragraphs of smut. (There's more than one book)

X=X-ray (how big that dick?)

Around 6.8 inches when he's soft and 7.5 when hard. Uncut and a dark pink tip with a blue-purple shaft with stars. Pretty straight and thicker at the base.

Y=Yearning (sex drive)

Pretty high but can control himself. If you ask to have sex he's automatically in the mood. Y'all have sex 2-3 times a week.

Z=Zzz (how fast do they go to sleep?)

Usually takes a bath weither you join him or not is up to you. If he's to tired he tries to go to sleep asap so he can bathe in the morning.

#aaravos #the dragon prince #aaravos x reader #alphabet #x reader #aaravos headcanons

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sonicasura · 17 days

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You know what would be hilarious? A scenario where Kafka ends up raising a Godzilla/Gojira. Yes, I'm still on a kaiju kick and just saw the latest Kaiju No 8 episode so why not?

It all happens at least 12 years before canon during a job. The latest Kaiju corpse was a digger class whose constant tunneling had severely damaged the ground so the Monster Sweepers were already walking on eggshells. Kafka was gathering a DNA sample until the ground collapses underneath him.

He falls into a hidden chamber where a single giant 9 ft tall egg stands before him. The item hatches covering Kafka in yolk as a baby Godzilla/Gojira emerges much to his dismay. He's at first worried about being a snack until the baby licks him and implants a larger fear. The infant had imprinted on him.

Little Gojira/Godzilla flees before rescue services shows up to rescue Kafka. The man doesn't mention the baby and lies saying he fell into an already hatched egg. Kafka thinks it won't be important as he prays the tiny kaiju forgets him.

NOPE! Not even a day later, the man wakes up to scratching on his apartment door. The baby came back and truly imprinted on him. Kafka doesn't know what to do at all. He's trying to join the Defense Force, which kills Kaiju, and having a baby one believing he is its parent contradicts the entire idea.

Kafka doesn't think he can snuff out Gojira/Godzilla's life and reluctantly accepts his fate. Thus the man commits one of the biggest taboos by raising the baby lizard. Gojira/Godzilla is a bit different from the kaiju in KN8 series.

He has no core and can't be tracked by the Defense Force's systems. An anomaly that earned Gojira/Godzilla the title 'Phantom Kaiju'. There have been calls but the Big G always flees before he could be properly identified.

While raising Gojira/Godzilla, Kafka often snuck him to the clean up site so he could eat off the corpses. He wanted to make sure the little guy was big and strong enough to fend for himself out in the wild. Kafka taught Gojira/Godzilla to avoid the Defense Force at all times while not being a hassle to any nearby civilians.

Even when his kaiju son grew to the size of a house, surprise visits were bound to happen. Kafka's bond with Gojira/Godzilla has grown to the point that they can understand and sense each other's presence. Something which drags the kaiju into the Defense Force's crosshairs once the man gains his powers.

(Our Kaiju is an adolescent during canon, 80 meters in size, as his fully grown size will be 120m. My personal take is a mix between 1993 Zilla and the current Monsterverse iteration because I'm very familiar with both. Grump with a side of little shit behavior wise.)

Gojira/Godzilla immediately tracks down Kafka upon his first transformation that fateful night. You can bet Reno wasn't exactly ready to find out his senpai raised a kaiju in secret for 12 years, much less the infamous Phantom. He was absolutely throwing out theories about Gojira/Godzilla being linked to Kafka's Kaiju form, which the man vehemently denies.

The man ain't escaping the Phantom Kaiju is Kaiju No 8's biological child theories though. Gojira/Godzilla gonna show up whenever Kafka uses his powers like in canon because their bond translates it as a signal flare. Think an emotion based Bat Signal to a giant Batman.

Gojira/Godzilla will retain their Phantom Kaiju title since he was never properly registered in the system years ago. The big guy is still associated with Kafka's kaiju form as he almost always shows up. Our dear himbo definitely working on that since he doesn't want his son to keep misinterpreting his transformation like that.

Kafka and Gojira/Godzilla are two disastrous peas in a pod who drags everyone into their insanity.

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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just had a tornado blow through...(we're okay, it's kinda normal here). but could we get another blackout/big storm fic? (if you're up for it?)

Glad you're alright! We've got a big storm here tonight as well <3 Have some Lions working through life to distract. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW mild/ medium relationship issues, Sirius' bad habits, and previous people not being very nice to Leo

There was something in the water. Remus was sure of it.

“Put—stop it! Put it down!”

Maybe carbon monoxide was leaking into the rink. Plus all of their houses and apartments.

“I told you, it’s not about the rutabaga.”

Or, fuck it, Mercury was in the microwave again. In the Gatorade? Something like that. He wondered if Marlene would know.

Arthur knocked on the doorframe and the mass of grumbling died down; the air still tasted like sour sweat and irritation and Remus wrinkled his nose at the mats. After a cursory look around the room, Arthur raised a brow and gestured with his clipboard. “Y’know, I’ve got a lot of notes—a lot of notes—but none of you look like you can handle them right now, so we’re doing the short version. Cap, come see me. Lupin, Moody’s waiting for you, don’t give me that face. Olli, figure your shit out. Kuns…Kuns.” He shook his head. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Tremzy, stop being mean, and Harz, stop being stupid. Bliz, Layla gets the honor of having you this afternoon. Do your cooldowns without biting each others’ heads off, please, and then go home and sleep this off. Goodnight.”

“Night, Coach,” came the mumbled chorus.

Remus chewed the inside of his lip while he stripped his shin pads off. Sirius was already halfway out the door, still in his under armor—the rush of endorphins that usually accompanied the sight of his gorgeous fiancé was notably absent. He closed his eyes and took a breath. Recenter. It was a rough day, rough week, rough whatever. It would be best to just let it go now.

A hand clapped his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Jesus!”

“Woah, hey, easy.” Talker held both hands low, palms down between their stalls. “Just saying hi.”

“What—” Breathe. Recenter. Remus blinked a few times to clear his head. “Fuck, no, you’re good. Sorry. Hi. Sorry.”

Talker’s gaze turned dark with worry. “You okay?”

“Just…in my head.” It was a shit answer, but his vague wave seemed to get the point across. Talker nodded slowly. His hands remained on his own side. “You?”

“Been better, been worse.” He tipped his head back and forth, making his small earring swing. A gift from Noelle, if Remus remembered correctly. He watched it catch the fluorescent light for a few seconds before Talker spoke again. “Weird energy in here.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” Remus turned back to his pads with a humorless laugh. “No kidding. We should crack a window or something.”

Talker hummed, tucking his hands beneath himself. One knee bounced incessantly and Remus tried not to let it bother him. “Reminds me of the you-know-whats.”

Remus’ hands itched to knock on wood. “Yep.”

“But we’re not there. Yet,” Talker added after a pause.

“Nope.”

“Cap’s being…interesting.”

“Tell me about it,” Remus muttered.

Something like relief rippled over Talker’s expression. “So it’s not us.”

“When is it ever?” Remus offered a wry smile. “He gets like this. You know that. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

Talker’s shoulder relaxed against his own, warm and solid. “Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s really not you, man.”

“I know.”

“T.” Remus waited until he looked over, and ducked his head slightly. “It’s not you.”

The kicked-puppy look in Talker’s eye made his chest hurt. Remus knew he had a tendency to put it all on himself—to think he was solely responsible for maintaining the team’s happiness. They were friends for a reason, after all. A missed pass wasn’t the end of the world, but…god, in the NHL? It sure felt like it.

Leo blew past them, not quite stomping, but certainly not pleased. Remus followed his path and found Logan staring at the floor with the same mournful gaze that plagued half the room. His stomach twisted. For a group of guys with everything in the world, they were a bunch of fucking messes, sometimes.

He patted Talker once on the shoulder before standing; he didn’t bother with shoes. It was a quick enough trip to get by in his socks. Moody’s office door was already open when he arrived, and he had barely raised his hand to knock on the frame when a grunt invited him inside.

The door closed with a faint noise. Silence thickened the air, save for the scribble of Moody’s pen. “Coach said you wanted to see me?” Remus prompted awkwardly. He didn’t like this stiffness. They had never been like that before.

Moody clicked his pen shut and leaned back in his chair with a long sigh, rocking back and forth. “Layla says you’re favoring your bad side.”

Tattletale. Remus bit the instinctive thought back. That wasn’t fair. “Probably.” Moody raised an unamused brow at him. “Yeah,” he admitted, scuffing his foot on the floor. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

“Why?”

“ ‘Cause.”

“The league doesn’t like it when I’m not nice to you boys.” Moody fixed him in place with a look. “But you’re not a snitch, so cough it up, you little shit.”

A scowl tried to claw its way onto Remus’ face, but he kept himself steady. Moody had done too much for him and saved him from too many bad places to be iced out. He kicked at a dust bunny. “Nine years.”

“Since…?”

“Since.”

“Ah.”

He sniffed, dry-eyed and nauseated. “Next Monday. Nine years. I still remember the day and time it happened.”

“We’re not playing Vegas next week.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Moody went quiet, and stayed that way for a long time. His chair creaked as he rocked in slow, maddening patterns. He’d have his leg off, tucked beneath his desk; he rarely left it on when he didn’t need to. Something about sweat. Itching. The works, he’d grumble if Remus asked. The ‘World’s Best Grandpa’ mug—a gag gift from last year’s Secret Santa—sat undisturbed on his desk, filled to bursting. Pens, pencils, a spoon, a screwdriver, an inexplicable parrot feather, all interspersed with his steadily-growing collection of flags.

Remus remembered the day the first one had appeared. A simple rainbow with a wooden stick, no bigger than a postcard. Moody hadn’t said a thing, but he knew it was for him. It wasn’t the only one anymore. The sight of it still made his throat tight.

“Come see me if you need to,” Moody said at last. He tapped his pen on his stack of papers, then nodded. “For the record, I’m not worried. Out of my office.”

“Have a good night, Moody.” Thunder rolled overhead as he turned to the door. “Get home safe, okay?”

He got another grunt in the affirmative and turned the doorknob, hoping the squeaky top hinge would muffle his sigh. The door swung open, Remus walked face-first into Sirius’ chest, and everything went black as night.

“I don’t know why you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry.”

“Don’t pull that bullshit.”

“My feelings aren’t bullshit.”

“Mon dieu—”

“I’m serious, I’m not angry.” Leo shut the drawer a little harder than necessary. The salt shaker rattled on the counter.

“Then what are you?” Logan demanded, keeping his voice low.

“I’m—” He pressed his lips together and tilted his face up to the ceiling. Upset. Hurt. Stressed. Frustrated. Angry. “I don’t know.”

“I already apologized for the rhubarb—”

“Rutabaga.”

“Jesus, Leo.” Logan’s tone was sharp; he flinched. Okay, maybe he deserved that one. He heard Logan’s unsteady exhale and felt a gentle touch on his arm. “I’m sorry. I should have listened better, or texted you when I wasn’t sure.”

And there it was again, that burning flare of annoyance. Leo shrugged him off and turned to the coffee maker. Someone had left their disposable cup in the machine the last time it was used. The sight made him want to take the entire thing and slam it on the floor.

“Leo?”

“I don’t want you to text me when you aren’t sure.” His voice came out shaky and he silently cursed himself. At least his hands didn’t tremble while he swapped the cups. “I—Logan, I shouldn’t have to be your food dictionary.”

“Hey.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek at the genuine hurt in Logan’s voice and dug through the mug cupboard. “Look, it’s fine, just…look it up if you’re not sure. It’s not like I hide my cookbooks.”

Or, better yet, be a capable adult. Logan’s sneakers shuffled on the linoleum. Where was his goddamn mug? “D’accord,” he finally said. “Yeah, I’ll—I can do that.”

Was it bad that Leo wanted him to push harder? Maybe he was just jonesing for a fight, but Logan’s instant buckling made him feel even worse. They had been waspish with each other earlier, enough that Finn outright refused to be in the same room until they figured themselves out—perhaps Logan had worn out his ability to argue for the day.

Leo snorted humorlessly. That would be a first.

Pastel yellow caught his peripheral vision. He clenched his hands on the edge of the countertop and took a deep, fortifying breath. Throwing a mug at a wall would get him fired. Throwing things at Logan would never be something he did, in this life or the next, no matter how angry he may or may not be.

Leo plucked the Me-Wow! mug from it’s place—dirty—in the sink—also dirty—by its tail-shaped handle and dropped it in the trash, then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Logan and his coffee behind. Thunder rumbled overhead and guilt bubbled up. He shouldn’t leave like that, not when the storm was only going to get worse. Logan didn’t do well alone and upset. He had almost certainly left his headphones at home, too. Leo was never the one to leave but he just couldn’t take it—

He made it ten feet down the hall before the lights went out and silence doused the building.

Fuck.

James was not live, laugh, loving in these conditions. First of all, his best friend/ best man/ adopted brother was imploding with self-loathing for approximately the seventh time this week. Second, his wife’s best friend/ best man/ adopted brother was a nervous wreck despite his best attempts to keep himself together. And third, two of the rookies had worked themselves into a tiff that made Finn look like that.

Finn watched Logan leave after Leo in utter misery. Poor kid belonged in an ASPCA commercial.

In truth, James didn’t know what went wrong, exactly. Sirius had these cycles—he’d ride high and be so firm in himself, in what he loved and worked for, then crash so hard James expected it to leave visible wounds. It was far more frequent in the early days. Since Remus entered the picture, Sirius hadn’t spiraled more than a handful of times. It was like he needed a pressure-release valve to make sure all those internal works didn’t melt or rust over. Remus was better at getting Sirius to talk than just about anyone. It was shitty that Remus’ wan smiles and sickly pallor had to align with the exact time Sirius most needed someone who wouldn’t put up with his nonsense.

James did his best, but he wanted them to be happy more than anything. More often than not, it meant he didn’t push nearly enough. They all had bad habits.

He knew Coach would bring it up today. Sirius’ dark mood had set them all on edge, caught in that place between wanting to prove themselves and wanting to stay out of the way. Whatever was happening between Leo and Logan had brought the scrap of good mood to rock-bottom. There was only so much slack James could pick up without exhausting himself, and he was already at the end of his rope.

Talker was still fussing with his sock tape when James looked over. The stickiness was dead from his rhythmic wrapping and unwrapping, but he didn’t seem to care. James nudged his toe with the front of his skate. “ ‘Sup?”

Talker half-shrugged. “Not much.”

“You were good in the scrimmage today.”

His hands stuttered on the roll before evening out again. “You, too.”

James scooted over into Remus’ stall and lowered his head, turning slightly away from the center of the room for an iota of privacy. “You wanna talk about it? If this is about the pass—”

“Noelle can’t make it for my birthday.”

Oh. Oh. James’ heart sank. “Aw, buddy.”

“They’re in the playoffs and someone rescheduled.” His lips pressed together in a tight line. “It’s dumb, I just…”

“Miss her,” James finished when he trailed off.

Talker nodded. “Distance sucks.”

“I know.”

James tried not to be offended by Talker’s immediate skepticism. “You do?”

“Lily stayed in Boston for three years before transferring up here.” Worst three years of my life. “She wanted her BS in chemistry. I wasn’t going to be the schmuck to hold her back. We called, and FaceTimed, and texted when she was at school, but it—”

“Wasn’t the same,” they said in unison.

The ball of tape fell pathetically next to the trash bin. “I want to hug her,” Talker said. “It sounds so stupid, but I want to hug her. And—I don’t know, it’s been rainy today. She likes it when it rains.”

“Yeah.” James leaned over to bump his shoulder. “I hear if you cross your fingers and jump in a circle three times, your wishes come true.”

Talker was halfway through a laugh when the lights went out.

Oh my god, I went blind. The thought was wild and harebrained and ridiculous. So, precisely how Remus was feeling in every other aspect of his life.

“Oh.” Sirius sounded surprised. His hands were firm on Remus’ upper arms. “Bonjour.”

Remus blinked a few times to let his vision adjust to the sudden darkness. The remnants of the team’s shouts of surprise echoed briefly before going quiet. “Uh, hi,” he managed. Sirius was nothing more than a blob of shadow, but he felt along his arms and chest until he found a shoulder to pat. “Sorry. Power’s out?”

“Looks like it.”

“Huh. Did you…did you need something?”

Sirius shifted from foot to foot. “Uh. No, not really.”

Liar, but okay. Remus patted him again, and let his hand linger. The rink felt different like this. Low murmuring had started up again in the locker room, but everything else was grave-quiet without the familiar buzz of electricity. It felt like the heartbeat had stopped. Like they had paused in time. “We should—should we go back to the locker room?”

Sirius’ hands pulsed where he held Remus. “Sure,” he said with the reluctance of someone being asked to walk headfirst into the ocean.

Lightning cracked outside and Remus caught a glimpse of Sirius worrying at the inside of his lip in the brief light. “We can stay here,” he offered after a moment. “Or, like…go somewhere else for a bit.”

“Can we?”

The relief in Sirius’ voice ached. They had been so pent-up lately, neither willing to break the ice first but both suffering from their shared bad moods. Remus knew he had been more lost in his thoughts than down on Earth for days, and Sirius was being so…so Sirius. But not his Sirius. The Sirius that was twitchy, the Sirius that tossed and turned all night. The Sirius that barely finished his dinner.

Remus rolled the sleeve of Sirius’ shirt between his thumb and pointer finger, and pulled him in for a hug. His stiffness dissolved in an instant.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into Sirius’ collarbone. He smelled good when Remus took a deep inhale, laundry soap and cologne. His arms were strong and solid around Remus’ back—he felt a few deep breaths come and go under his palms and inclined his head to let Sirius’ bury his face in his neck. His hair was damp from his post-practice rinse. It tickled Remus’ nose along the wings he liked to play with when Sirius was sleepy and cuddly. He sighed again. “Sirius, I’m so sorry.”

“I wasn’t there for you this week.” Sirius’ breath warmed his neck. His hold on Remus tightened. “You don’t need to be sorry, loup.”

“Okay,” Remus said softly. “But I am.”

“If you’re sorry, then I’m—” Sirius broke off with a tired laugh and nuzzled further into his neck. “I don’t know. Throwing myself at your feet and begging for forgiveness.”

Remus snorted at that mental image, but held him closer anyway. “It’s okay. I know you don’t like feeling like this.”

“I don’t,” Sirius agreed. “Doesn’t mean I should stop paying attention to you.”

“I’ve been doing the same to you,” he reminded him gently.

“You had a reason.”

“And you didn’t?”

Sirius fell quiet. His fingertips slipped along the divot of Remus’ spine while his palm warmed the small of his back; Remus felt a bit silly, standing there in his socks in the dark, but it didn’t really matter when he could feel Sirius’ heart beginning to even out at last. Someone padded out of the locker room and down the hall. Red hair stood out for a half-second when lightning struck again and his worry eased. If Finn was going to check on his boys, everything would sort itself out.

“I hate that this still happens.” Sirius’ voice barely cleared a whisper. “It sneaks up on me, and then I can’t sleep and I’m not hungry—or, I am, I just can’t—and I don’t know when it will stop.”

“I know, baby.”

“I want to sleep next to you and not be thinking about the next game, Re.”

Remus slipped his hands beneath Sirius’ arms and pressed their bodies together like he could press reassurance into him. If he could take that burden, he would. If he could fix it, he would. If he had the right words to tell Sirius that he didn’t care whether he was perfect or a wreck, he would. He pushed his nose under the soft spot of Sirius’ jaw and kissed him there. “I love you.”

A small sound stuck in Sirius’ throat.

“Je t’aime,” he repeated with another kiss. Just because he could.

The rise and fall of Sirius’ shoulders was steady now. “Je t’aime aussi. Whatever you need for this week, I’m here, okay? I’m in your nook.”

“My…nook?”

“Your—” Sirius huffed a laugh. “I’m on your side. Whatever the saying is.”

“In my corner?” Remus suggested around a smile. Sirius grumbled something vaguely agreeable and swatted at him, but never loosened their hug for a second.

Leo was holding him, and he wasn’t even angry anymore. Not like he had been. Thunder rattled a distant window and Logan’s grip twisted in the front of his shirt. “I’m fine,” he said.

Leo kissed his temple. “Yeah.”

They lapsed back into silence. He was usually so good at problem-solving, but every time he tried to speak, his tongue got stuck on the words. The anger had burnt itself out. The frustration and annoyance were still there, alongside the hurt. He wished Finn was there. Finn always knew what words to use.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said haltingly. Logan shifted in his arms. “I was shitty to you. Earlier, I mean. I should have talked to you.”

Logan didn’t answer. Somehow, that was the worst outcome. Leo knew how to match him in a verbal fight.

Lightning flashed. Logan flinched. Leo held him like he alone could stop the light from taking his boyfriend by surprise. That was it, wasn’t it? Even pissed off, he’d still hold Logan rather than leaving him in the dark with a thunderstorm.

They didn’t speak, just swayed in place. Footsteps echoed down the hall, growing closer each second before coming to a halt in the doorway. “Babes?”

“Here,” they chorused softly.

“Um.” Finn audibly hesitated. “Okay, give me a landmark. I’m so blind right now.”

“By the countertop,” Leo offered. Logan burrowed deeper into his chest. He was fever-hot the way he got when he was upset. Finn’s noise of sympathy when he found them and felt it somehow made it worse. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hey.” Leo heard the sound of a soft kiss. “Lo, you good?”

“Ouais,” came the murmured answer.

They lapsed into silence for the length of another roll of thunder. “And you…” Finn faltered. “You figured yourselves out?”

Leo looked away despite the darkness. They remained silent.

“Right,” Finn sighed.

“I don’t know what I did,” Logan blurted. “You said this wasn’t about the rutabaga, but it is, and you said you’re not angry, but you are, and I’m confused. And I’m really sorry for whatever I did to upset you, Peanut. I’m being so honest right now.”

“That’s the problem,” Leo said helplessly.

Logan clutched at his shirt, as if the answers were hidden in the fabric. “What?” he asked. “What is the problem? Stop doing that, I told you, I’m confused. Are you angry?”

“A little,” Leo choked out. Ugh, honesty was sawdust in his mouth.

“Is it about the rutabaga?”

“No.”

Logan made a frustrated noise, but Finn cut him off before he could continue. “What is it about, sweetheart?” he asked, so gentle it burned.

Leo let out a long breath, unwinding one arm from Logan’s waist to wrap it around Finn instead. He was nice and cool from his shower. They had all been running too hot lately.

“I’m not your mom, Lo,” he began. “We’re all grown-ups here. You know what food looks like. You know how to google things.” He felt the feelings ramp up again and rather than swallowing them back, let them siphon out on an exhale. Everything inside him was a miserable, knotted mess. “You don’t need me to come to the store with you all the time, and it pisses me off when you keep asking because I’m—'better at it’, or whatever. It’s not my job to shop for you. I’m sick and tired of it.”

Logan’s chest caved against his own. He mumbled something under his breath and Leo closed his eyes.

“I can’t hear you when you do that, c’mon, please—"

“I said, it’s not because I need you to shop for me.” Logan’s voice shook slightly, but not with anger.

“Then why would you ask me to walk to the store with you for the ‘right garlic’?” he sighed.

Logan raised his head, leaving a cold spot on the left side of Leo’s chest. “Because I want to spend time with you.”

That—was not the answer he had been expecting. You’re better at it, Logan would say. You know the foods better than I do. The realization came in waves; he had been teasing. Joking. Making it a bit. And Leo thought he was dead serious the whole damn time. All the frustration he had built up around himself cam down with a rush and a clatter. His heart made a break for hell with a pit stop at his stomach. He stared into the dark nothingness of the rink break room and tried to remember how to breathe.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“I…” He broke off. Words had gotten him into this mess. Were they both that terrible at communicating properly? Finn bumped his arm and he took the hint (for once), wrapping Logan in a hug. By some miracle, Logan hugged him back. “That is the sweetest fucking thing, and I’m so sorry,” he managed, hoarse. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Logan, that was such a fucked-up thing for me to think.”

“I do actually like you, you know,” Logan said, muffled in his shoulder.

The remnants of Leo’s heart went for another spin through the shredder. “No, I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I like you, too.” He pressed a hard kiss to Logan’s temple and squeezed him tighter. “I like you so much. So much.”

“And I know what kind of garlic you like.”

Tears made Leo’s eyes sting and he violently wished them back. He had no right to cry over this. None at all. “Of course you do.”

Logan scratched lightly between his shoulder blades. “I don’t want to think about the type of people that made you think I’d do that, though. But if you want to give me names and addresses…”

Leo laughed weakly and felt Finn huff against him. “No, none of that,” Leo said with a kiss to Logan’s messy curls. He kissed his cheek, too, and his lips for good measure. Slow and easy, the way they both liked it. He wanted to make sure Logan was paying attention. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “You did nothing wrong. I love you so, so much and I never should have thought that about you.”

In the hallway, the whir of generators kicked up. Soft light cast Logan in gold and dull shadows, just enough to make out the conflicted look on his face. His thumb was rough against Leo’s jaw. “I wish you thought better of yourself,” he said quietly. “You’re fun to be around, even walking to the store.”

I wish I had thought better of you. Leo pulled him close without a word and caught Finn’s gaze over Logan’s shoulder. His expression told him everything he needed to know, and he shut his eyes as Finn’s arms came around them both. A kiss lingered just above his ear. Leo kind of wanted to cry all over again.

The generators were a masterpiece of mechanics. The emergency switch flipped the moment the building lost power from the main grid, pooling energy around the rink itself to keep the ice solid. The rest of the lights would come on within fifteen to twenty minutes, beginning with the stadium seats and ending with the more fringe areas, like locker room and kitchens. They were top of the line, the best you could buy for a massive space that relied heavily on electricity to keep it functional.

They were no match for the Lions.

Ice cream, popsicles, and enough beer to cover the team twice over were liberated from the various refrigerators in less than five minutes. The team gathered on the floor of the locker room with iPhone flashlights and glowsticks (also ‘borrowed’ from the adjacent rooms) to enjoy their haul in peace and to play stupid, silly games like middle schoolers at a sleepover. They played games for a living, for crying out loud. Their favorite game. Why on earth would they take it too seriously when an opportunity like this presented itself?

Equal cheers and groans went up when the lights came back on. Moody was the first to leave, having only stuck around that long because the space outside his office door was occupied with an apparently necessary conversation. Arthur was next. The general consensus among the players was that the weather was simply too bad to risk driving. For their safety, they should stay and enjoy their goodies.

The morning security shift found them right where Arthur left them, puppy-piled by their stalls and surrounded by joyous havoc.

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quicktosimp · 4 months

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Miles Quaritch NSFW ABC

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Qaurtich is thorough in caring for you, but he might be a bit awkward with his affection. He'll clean you up, make sure you eat and drink something, and he'll try and sweet talk you, but he's a little shaky on that; he's learning what you like, tho.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

For himself, it's gonna be his teeth. We all know he was strong and tall as a human, so while being taller and stronger as a Na'vi not much has changed for him. But his teeth now he thinks those are damn cool.

For his lover, I got to say he's a tits man. Something about the way that they bounce as they walk automatically brings his eyes right to them. If you pay attention, you'll notice that he battles with looking you in the eyes and not your breasts.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Nope, he wants it in a condom or outside; his pull-out game is strong. he already has one wild child he can't control; Qauritch isn't gonna risk another one.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Hard dom, do not fuck with this man; you will not like the results. Qauritch is a traditional man, and he'll punish you traditionally. Meaning, you'll be over his lap a lot. Now he won't neglect you for sex but don't think you're going to cum while he gets off.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

To Qauritch, it's either essential or nonsense, and pleasing his lovers is a priority. Don't forget he's an older man, 51 years old; he's racked up quite a bit of experience over the years.

F= Favorite position

Doggy or missionary. Qauritch is a bit old-fashioned; he needs a position where he's on top and in charge, and having you whining underneath him helps get him going.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Nope, it's not happening; forget it. 100% serious and in the moment. And if you try to crack a joke or giggle a bit, it's gonna end up with nothing or you over his lap...

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He's a military man, and the hair on his head will always be shaven into a crew cut; now, for down under, I think it's a different story. It's gonna be long but managed. Still sanitary but mainly short enough that it doesn't get caught in his zipper.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Typically he's a stickler for sensual sex, but there's something about fucking you over his desk that's irresistible…

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

It’s not something super common for him to do. Usually, he’s too stressed or busy to really want to or have the time for it. He’d rather wait to do it with you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Bondage: Quaritch loves seeing you tied up and helpless underneath him. The man is a master at ropes; he knows intricate knots that will leave you motionless and breathtaking.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Typically, he loves doing it in the bedroom, just you and him. But something about you bent over his desk, or you warming his cock underneath his desk. Qaritch really likes his desk, a symbol of power and authority.

M= Motivation (things that make them tick/turn ons)

Seeing you whimpering, moaning, and whining underneath him gets him going. There's no greater reward than hearing you as he fucks you braindead. If he isn't quite there yet and needs a little nudge, just sit down on the ground next to him, right by his feet. Look up at him with big doe eyes, maybe push your arms together, plumping your tits. Trust me, you have his attention.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Public or voyeurism, sex is something between the two of you. Fearing that someone might see you is the quickest way for him to lose his boner.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Qauritch is a soldier, and your body is his mission. He knows it inside and out. Not a place has been unexplored. Your legs will be shaking mess in minutes.

Now if it's you pleasing him, Qaurtich loved it when you're under his desk, holding his cock in your pretty little mouth, Maybe sucking on it lazily every now and then; you could even take a nap. He'd love seeing your sleeping face with his cock between your lips.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Qauritch has mastered how to bring you the best pleasure. Effortlessly switching from a rough fast pace to slow sensual time, making sure you both can last longer together.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Definitely not a fan of quickies. Qauritch wants to take the time to ravish you, to thoroughly undo you, and build you up again. And if he doesn't have the time, he'll make the time, one of the perks of being a colonel.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Now, this depends on what the new thing is: a new position, sure, some lingerie, he's already bought it. Asking to do it in the broom closet, he'll think you lost your head.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Over the years, Qaurtich has learned a couple of tricks; one of the many things is how to hold off an orgasm for 20 minutes. You will cum at least 3 times before he does. And remember, he's got a Na'vi form now, meaning he can go a good 3-5 rounds a night.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Loves to use toys on you. Putting a little vibrator in your pussy, making you walk around the base while he holds the remote in his hand, knowing that your pussy is a leaky wet mess for him.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Qaurtich will tease and edge you for hours if he has the time. Toys are his friends in this regard. Filling you up and making you go about your duties for the day, waiting until you're begging on your knees, and if you're lucky, he'll make you cum fast. But you are rarely lucky.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

A bit more on the quiet side. Deep growls and grunts, definitely loves to dirty talk you, maybe some praise. Telling you how good of slut you're being.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Dacraphila, seeing you cry after he spanks you or after he's teased you for too long. As he rubs your red ass, feeling your sobs on his legs makes his dick throb.

X= X-ray

About an average length of 22 inches (56cm), but it is a bit girthier than most.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

A little lower than most, but this is more due to the amount of stress he's under, so you'll usually do it about twice a week. But don't think you'll get that rest; no, he'll play with your body daily; it's the source of his greatest entertainment.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

I bet Qauritch has some sleeping issues, based on all the wars he's seen. After he takes care of you, he'll wrap you in his arms, satisfied that you're there and can feel you breathing alive and well.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

#avatar #avatar way of water #atwow #smut #avatar the way of water #atwow quaritch #recom quaritch #quaritch smut #quaritch x reader #avatar quaritch #headcanons #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch

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sleepy0s · 5 months

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grian? grain? never heard of him

Zedaph: I have a bad feeling about this...

Ariana Griande: What do you mean?

Zedaph: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Ariana Griande: No?

Martyn: That actually explains so much.

(This isn't my best work as i haven't written in a while + my laptop broke so im using an old one that doesn't work very well)

Shapeshifter G au!

He can change his form, looks, features, EVERYTHING (Including his voice, but he can't mimic voices, so it's just a more feminine version of Grians voice for Ariana but its so different no one notices. )

Skyblings

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It’s the Christmas holidays! Many hermits had gone back to their home servers to spend time with family, whilst the rest stayed on hermitcraft together.

Those staying on hermitcraft decided to host a large ‘party’/ festival inviting the hermit's friends and families and any popular people from other servers such as; Empires, Dsmp, MCC, etc. Now, everyone knows a good party needs music and you’d expect no less from Hermitcraft than one of the Best idols across all the servers, Ariana Griande! Luckily, Grian has an Amazing, truly the best sister; Pearl, who can help back up his story of being with family and unable to visit the party.

~~~

Ariana sat on the stage, drinking a bottle of Fanta and just generally relaxing. She had her hair plaited back to keep it out of her face and was wearing a comfortable pink sweater that hung off her shoulders with a soft pleated black skirt. Martyn stood next to her.

“Martyn, you know you don’t have to stay with me all night.? I know your friends with most of the hermits.” She looked towards Martyn, poking his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. But I'm your bodyguard, plus. I don't want to leave you on your own.” he sighed, sitting down on the stage Causing Ariana to chuckle, “You're a big softy! Why aren't you like this when I'm just Grian!?” She fake pouted, they didn’t have to worry about being overheard due to the loud chatter across the server.

~~~

Time Skip!

~~~

Zedaph seemed to appear out of nowhere, not that he noticed Ariana and Martyn. The ram hybrid seemed very suspicious, redstone dust covered his face and he was smiling like he’d done something- “Zedaph, mate you good?” Martyn waved his hand at Zedaph, snapping him out of his trance.

“Yeah, I'm great actually!” Zedaph responded, practically skipping over to them. It took Ariana a minute to realise she should probably introduce herself (You never think you'll have to re-introduce yourself to someone, it's a bit awkward honestly) She stuck her hand out for a handshake, “nice to meet you! I'm Ariana,” Zedaph took her hand, shaking it slowly, “Yeah- yeah i know who you are.. My name is Zedaph.” (God, she’ll never get used to the awkwardness)

“ZEDAPH.” Doc's voice could be heard screaming through the server, causing Zedaph to burst into laughter, “Man, Zed what did you do?” Martyn asked, trying to spot Doc.

“Oh… Nothing.”

“Zedaph, come here!”

Zedaph paused, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this now..”

Ariana looked at him, tilting her head slightly, “What do you mean.?” Zed was confused for a second, unsure of how to respond, “.. Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?”

“Uh… No? Should I.? Is this something everyone has?”

Martyn hit himself in the face with his hand, sighing in disappointment, “That explains.. So much.”

“You know, Ariana, you remind me of my friend Grian.”

Martyn burst out laughing, leaving Ariana to stumble out a response,

“O-Oh, that's- that's funny. You- you might need to introduce me to this, this, grain? Grian?”

“You’ve never heard of Grian? He’s quite popular..”

“NOPE. NEVER HEARD OF HIM- I don't get out much- yep. That's it.”

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#grian #ariana griande #hermitcraft #pearlescentmoon #sleepy0s #docm77 #zedaph #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood

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31 and 26 for either thor, miguel, luffy, or roy (an odd bunch of characters... just pick whoever fits it best in your opinion😅)

“Stop running!” “I’m not that scary, am I?”

i love the options omggg i wish i could have done them all... but this one just screamed luffy to me. and we need more g/t one piece sorry not sorry

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Nothing was ever normal on your island.

You were minding your own business, as you always did, when a human straight up fell from the sky. Yeah. It was insane as it sounds. There was no shortage of wacky characters that passed through your little isolated home, but this guy definitely took the cake.

You were enjoying a rare day off – a peaceful time of not looking for food, supplies, anything. You were trying out a new tea recipe when your home was destroyed in the blink of an eye. One second, you had turned your back to pick up a handful of leaves and herbs. The next, a giant face was staring at you with a blank expression.

You were frozen in place, tea leaves still in hand, a small porcelain cup in the other. The giant’s eyes were twice as big as your own head, and they were unblinking. Maybe if you stood still enough, he would think you weren’t real. Hey, it’s worked before.

“Wow, you’re really small!”

Nope.

His voice was deafening – did he really feel the need to scream when you were right there? It was also your cue to get the hell out of there. You turned back around and bolted, dropping your leaves and cup with little regard. You just had to stay out of sight until he was gone.

“Hey, wait! You dropped these!” Luffy quickly sat himself up. He reached down and plucked up the impossibly small teacup that this tiny person had left behind, pinching it between his fingers and admiring the intricacies of it. Luffy had heard stories about these miniscule beings, but he had yet to meet one. It was his lucky day!

“Waaaaaait!” Luffy cried, trying to get the tiny’s attention. They wouldn’t listen. “Stop running!”

Yeah, right. As if you would ever listen to a human. Especially one this insane. You picked up the pace, slowly but surely nearing the rock structure that you used as an impenetrable hideout whenever humans were around. You would have gotten there, too, if Luffy were just a normal human being.

Luffy shimmied up straight, adjusting his hat that had been strewn sideways on his head after the fall. He whipped his arm backwards, clinging onto his shoulder for control, and slung it forward, positioning his hand right over you, about 15 feet away. He lowered his hand down like a claw machine and pinched the back of your shirt, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

It all happened so fast, you barely had any time to react. Your stomach dropped to your feet as you were hopelessly lifted up into the air, and you were finally able to let out a harsh shriek when you whipped your head up and saw a giant hand. You started thrashing in order to break free. This didn’t make any sense. The human didn’t even move, you would have known! How did he catch you?

You got your answer when you were suddenly pulled backwards at breakneck speed. Your arms and legs waved around hopelessly, and by the time the movement stopped, you felt like you were going to vomit.

“Gotcha!” that familiar scratchy voice called out. You stared back in horror at this strange human who was definitely unlike any other you had seen before. His face was bright and cheery, but in an almost sadistic way. He was grinning as he held you up like a piece of meat, his fingers pinching the back of your clothes. You desperately tried to reach up and make him drop you, but your arms couldn’t even reach his fingertip, and using your legs to try and swing you up was not working.

The giant giggled, only adding to your embarrassment. “It’s no use, little guy!”

“LET – ME – GO!” you shouted in between attempts to heave your body up. You knew it was hopeless, but you had to at least try. It really didn’t help that this giant seemed to delight in your struggle.

“Let you go? I can’t do that! I just met you!”

You were at a loss for words, and eventually, the weight of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Your arms slumped to your side as you finally accepted the reality that you wouldn’t be able to escape his grip. Maybe if you just played along, he would eventually leave.

Luffy tilted his head when you finally stopped thrashing. He could tell you were scared, but he admired your effort.

“So,” he started, pulling you up in the air a bit higher, “who are you? What’s your name? What are you doing on this island? How’d you get so small, anyway?”

You winced at the overwhelming sound of his voice, not to mention the questions he lobbed at you. You took a moment to ruminate over your situation before finally saying: “C-can you put me down? Please?”

To your confusion, Luffy smiled, then laughed. “Well, if I did that, then you’d just run away again! And I’d have to grab you! And I don’t think you want that.”

You wiggled around one more time, hoping that maybe he’d care that you were uncomfortable, but he didn’t budge. “Fine,” you grunted. “My name is… Meela. I’m a tiny. I live here.”

“So you were just born that tiny?”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah.”

“Wow. That must be terrifying! You could be crushed in an instant and nobody would even notice!”

You rolled your eyes, muttering “Gee, thanks” under your breath. But he was right – it was terrifying. You hated it.

“So you’ve lived here your entire life, then?” You nodded. “Are there other people here like you? Really tiny, I mean.”

“I know what you mean!” you snapped. You pursed your lips, waiting for the giant to shout at you for being curt, but nothing came. “And…” You contemplated telling him the truth, since he didn’t seem like the type to give up, but you just couldn’t do it. Maybe he would leave you alone this way. “Oh, yeah. There are dozens of others just like me.”

“Then how come you’re here by yourself?”

You groaned. How many questions was this guy going to ask? “I dunno,” you shrugged. “Because I am.”

He seemed to believe that. “Well, me and my crew just docked on this island to find some food! Any idea where I can get some?”

Wait. Crew?

“You… you’re a pirate?” you dared to ask. He nodded enthusiastically, completely oblivious to your change in tone. You couldn’t deal with pirates. Not again. You had to escape, now.

Luffy continued to stare, waiting for you to continue talking, but he quickly realized that probably wouldn’t be likely. You were trembling as you gazed back at him in fear, eyes darting everywhere in anticipation of his next move. Maybe he was better off putting them down to have a conversation.

“If you run away, you’re really, really stupid.”

You raised an eyebrow before gasping at an abrupt change in altitude. Soon, you were on a rough, scratchy surface – a rock. It worked. This giant had actually put you down.

You fully ignored his warning.

Luffy sighed. He didn’t even need gum-gum powers this time. But a second try at plucking you up proved much more difficult than the first, because damn, you were sneaky. It was easy to catch you off-guard, but you had the advantage of knowing this terrain. You were more agile than you looked, too, prompting Luffy to smirk. He could use someone like you…

You jumped and pushed yourself all around to avoid the clutches of the giant’s hand, but your luck ran out eventually. As you made a desperate leap off the rock pile, he caught you midair, but this time, you were able to look back. His arm was outstretched, but not in the normal way. It had extended like putty to grab you, and he didn’t even have to move. Your eyes widened as you snapped back to the familiar place in front of his gigantic face, only this time, you were in a closed fist, unable to move.

“Wow, you’re quick! Why do you keep running away? I’m not that scary, am I?”

You almost laughed in his face. “Yes! You are!” You squirmed to no avail. “You – you keep picking me up, and you’re a – you’re a pirate!”

Luffy frowned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It – it is! For someone like me, that’s the worst thing ever!”

At that, Luffy paused. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t…” you sighed. In your haste, you had said more than you wanted to. “Pirates… they capture tinies. Sell them. Keep them as pets. We’re just… things to you. But we have thoughts, feelings, dreams! So many of my friends and family…” You bit your lip when Luffy’s expression shifted. You were caught in your lie.

“What happened to your friends? I thought there were dozens of you here.”

You sighed. “There used to be. But over the years…” you blinked away the tears that were beginning to form. “These pirates. They know where to find us. It’s… it’s just me now. I wish – I wish I could do something, anything, but I… well, just look at me.”

Luffy felt anger boil up inside him. What kind of horrible person would pick on someone so much smaller? Just to feel power? That kind of stuff enraged him.

“You’re not just a thing, Meela. You’re a person. Those nasty pirates should stick to picking on someone their own size.”

You gaped at him in shock before letting out a laugh, jerking your head at the fist that still held you. “You… do realize the irony of that, right?”

Luffy cackled; a loud, bellowing sound of pure joy. You had never heard anything like that before, or met anyone like this human before. He was unapologetic, chaotic and invasive… but he was happy – the smile never left his face. He actually talked to you and asked you questions like you were a real person. If he was like all those other pirates… you would have been in a cage below deck of some nasty ship by now.

“You should join my crew!” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “Sorry, join your crew? As in…”

“As in come with us! You would be a great spy. They would never see you coming!”

“I… I don’t know,” you blushed. “I’m not – I don’t like being on ships. Especially pirate ships.”

“Ours isn’t like that! I promise. I would make sure no one ever put you in a cage ever again. And you could look for your friends and family.”

You contemplated it. They were a bunch of giant pirates… but they could give you safety and stability. You had long since given up on finding your family… but maybe, just maybe they were out there. This human was giving you the means to find them.

“I… I can’t go with you until I know your name,” you said sheepishly, daring to give this giant a smile. Of course, he beamed back.

“My name is Monkey D. Luffy, and I’m gonna be king of the pirates!” He pumped his fist in the air and laughed, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. His energy was infectious.

“Okay, Luffy. I’ll go with you.”

“Really? Alright!”

“But…” you almost didn’t ask this, but you had to say something. “You have to promise you won’t grab me without asking me first.”

“Sure, okay!”

“I mean it,” you pressed. You already got the sense that he didn’t always listen. “And no fists!”

It took Luffy a few seconds, but he got there eventually, giving you a small “Oh, sorry” as he deposited you into his open palm. You shook out your limbs that had started to fall asleep.

You pouted when you caught him gawking at you. “Stop staring. It’s rude.”

“Sorry! You’re just – you’re adorable!”

Your face flushed red. “I don’t think – nobody’s ever called me that before.”

“You can fit in the palm of my hand! That’s so cute!”

“Luffy!” you yelled in embarrassment. “Put me down. I have to get my things if I’m joining your crew, right?”

“Oh, right!” You pointed down to where you had dropped your things earlier, and he tentatively lowered you to the ground. He sat cross-legged, watching in muted awe as you gathered up your small amount of belongings. A small bag was slung over your shoulder, and you clutched onto the strap with both hands.

“You don’t…” you paused, trying to think if you should even say this. “You don’t think I’ll run away again?”

He shook his head. “If you want to be on my crew, why would you run?”

You hummed. Luffy’s outlook on life was refreshingly optimistic and simple. It was the exact opposite of what you experienced every single day. Maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

“Well, come on! I’m sure the rest of my crew is probably wondering where I am. Oh, they’ll be so excited to have a new member!”

You climbed back onto Luffy’s waiting hand with a grin that rivaled his. If his crew were anything like him, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

#he's so perfect for g/t because he just does shit with no regard #and it's 100% in character at all times #giant luffy would drive you insane but also die for you. i love him #obwrites #one piece #one piece g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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