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justporo · 6 months

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Hi sweetheart if your request is open I want to request a nsfw and or sfw alphabet for Astarion 🥰

Hello my sweet, Anon, and thank you! Oh exciting, I like these, so I'm happy someone asked me to do this. This will be SFW but maybe I'll do a NSFW version too - if people want it?

I used this wonderful template by @the-coldest-goodbye (thank you for making this!)

Also let's call this

Fluffy relationship headcanons about Astarion and Tav (in alphabetic order)

(Because I know the word headcanon is somewhat of a Pavlov'sch bell for some people here, hihi~)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very much so. Once Astarion really grabs onto the concept of having someone he deeply and truly loves, he tells them every moment of every day. He compliments them, showers them in gifts, his flirtatious behaviour never stops. But oh yeah, they also bicker like an old married couple - it's their love language.

Also he’s very keen to keep his hands on you, PDA: oh hells yeah, showing the whole world you belong to him, also you’re just that yummy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Pure chaotic goblin energy. If you’re best friends with Astarion you’re most likely enabling each other to commit arson on a daily basis – and you love it.

You most likely stumbled over each other, each thought “what a dickhead, looks so dumb…”, figured you were equally sassy and were inseparable from there on out. Because the best friendships start with thinking “ugh, this dumb idiot…”

Also being in a relationship with Astarion means also being his best friend and having chaotic gremlin moments – like for example grouping up on Gale to shittalk him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is a kind of unusual concept for Astarion at first, like with any kind of non-sexual intimacy. But he very quickly figures out he loves cuddling. Just normal hugging, holding you standing behind you with his arms around your waist. But he also enjoys it so so much when he’s being held, just knowing your arms are his safe haven.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, after everything? Yes – at least for quite some time I guess Astarion wants to settle down, have some time to figure himself out but also enjoying some mundance peace and quiet with Tav – with the biggest worry being what he’ll wear this night.

He’s shit tho at all the domestic shit. He doesn’t know how to cook or anything else and frankly he has never needed to because even before being turned he lived the comfortable live of a noble. Tav’s going to have to teach him a thing or two on how not to be so messy…

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Despite that I am 1000% convinced that Tav and Astarion are endgame… Quickly, I believe, like ripping a bandaid off, but making sure to really get the point across on why.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The idea of commitment might scare Astarion, the idea of having Tav forever does not. So I guess he would actually come around to the idea although you both assure each other it’s not to prove something. Also Astarion does joke about it – because he loves thinking about it, to have someone who’s loving him until the end of time.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

So gentle, almost chaste, especially at first. Yeah yeah, he knows every trick in the book when it comes to sex, but exploring what a committed relationship can feel like? Sharing small moments of intimacy, opening up his feelings that he never really allowed himself to have before.

That being said I believe the first time Tav and Astarion sleep with each other after he’s freed: it’s like it’s his first time, fully there, bravely letting himself fall into your open loving arms, experiencing for the first time what it means to be this kind of intimate with someone you love more than anything else in this world.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Something he also didn’t really quite get until he shared it with Tav – and then the other ones who became his friends. He relishes hugs as something that really make him feel at peace. And he does become a hugger, at least with Tav: small, quick hugs to full-blown embraces – although these are something he likes to enjoy only with you. Oh, and they’re wonderful hugs: not too strong, not too weak, although Astarion might be a bit of a clinger, especially in the beginning, when he can never get enough.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Tav says it first, but he’s pretty brave and pretty sure about his feelings (at least about how hard he’s fallen once he accepts the initial fact), so pretty quickly. And after that: AT. ANY. POSSIBLE. MOMENT.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealous, but reasonably so. Like he can obviously differentiate if you’re just friends with someone or if it might even just be flirty banter (because he’s also guilty as charges with that) but someone hits on you, you’re definitely not interested, the other person keeps pushing? He’ll be ready to rip their throat out. He gets protective. This being said, his jealousy is always focused on the other party pushing a toe out of line, not you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Everything? Everywhere? All at once?

Of course his kisses are perfect, he likes to kiss every inch of your body and loves when you repay him for that in like. Although like with other intimate moments it’s still something new to him because there are a lot of feelings in it now.

Also Astarion and Tav love to annoy each other with giving each other big wet smooches when the other person is being annoying or just needs a lip-smacking reminder of affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

“You’re so gross, Astarion.”

“Why is cute, when Scratch does it, but not when I do it?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT A DOG, ASTARION!”

“I mean I could bark if you wanted me to.”

Children can be annoying them because “ugh, why are they so loud and smelly… and sticky” but Astarion loves the chaotic energy kids have. And if the other companion’s would ever bring kids over he would absolutely incite them to cause chaos all around, teach them naughty words, give them candy so they get a sugar rush when they should actually go to bed.

And Astarion is good at telling kids captivating stories, so he becomes the resident storyteller when friends with kids come visit.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) (or in his case evenings, I figure)

Slow, full of cuddles and “five more minutes, my love, please” – basically he loves to just hang around with you in bed. He also takes his sweet time getting ready after waking up – A) because he can B) “when you look this good…”; once he figures out what Tav’s favourite hot beverage is in the morning, he’d learn how to brew it perfectly and bring it to them when he’s feeling generous.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) (and here days, accordingly)

Even more cuddles, talking before bed, talking after going to bed, probably having lots of wine while doing so – or just lounging around reading with his head in your lap while you detangle his soft curls.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slowly at first but then more and more. But there’s just as much for him to unpack as there is for you to learn and take in. But Astarion learns quickly that you’re a good person to open up to: he feels safe and seen with you. And even if it doesn’t fix all his trauma right away – telling you, it really helps.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Astarion has more than a bit of temper. He can get very easily annoyed especially by little, seemingly unimportant things. He can snap at you but he tries to take a quick breather then and work through it and apologises – even though this too is something he learns slowly.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think he memorizes a lot about everyone anyway, because it’s a survival instinct to gather all possible information that might become helpful. But besides that: once Astarion is all aboard the relationship train, he will absolutely remember everything – probably even better than you. That’s also why he gets you the best gifts, because he listens, when you tell him something that you would like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He holds the memory of this first special hug very close and dear in his heart. Because he remembers how incredibly frightened he was how scary that leap was. But there you were quite literally with open arms and an open heart.

But there’s lots more moments. When you bought the house in Baldur’s Gate and he could carry you inside the first time cheekily in bridal style? The first gift you ever gave him for your first anniversary? There’sso many and he collects them like precious little treasures.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very, oh he’s so very protective. And he will cut someone if the need arises. He might actually even be a bit too eager about it. And he likes when you’re protective of him as well – and let’s be honest you’re just as eager to keep him safe.

Nobody touches you or him – or they get the sharp end of a knife.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Everyday stuff, oh eeeeh, it’s hard. Astarion is just so not used to it, but he tries. He really does. And gifts, dates and all? Firstly, he finds out that he’s very much a romantic. Secondly, this man does not do things like this lightly, because “if we were going to be basic about it, we don’t have to do it at all”.

And he regularly outdoes himself trying to spoil you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As much as he tries to be open and learn. The habits of 200 years die hard. Sometimes when he feels backed into a corner he snaps and he can be very much hurtful. And as much as you want to pretend you rationally know it better, you do get angry sometimes, you do feel hurt. And you do have fights.

But at latest when tempers are cooled again, you always get back around to talking it through and learning something from it. The two of you never go to bed angry with each other – that’s an unspoken agreement.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Astarion deeply is a creature of vanity. He cares about his looks almost as much as he cares about Tav. And it can annoying, but then again: he deserves to treat himself and he deserves all the swooning and pining and compliment you can give him – and you happily supply.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Let me cite a fic of mine and although Tav says it, Astarion feels very much the same:

“I love you so much, I would give up everything for you, if only it meant I could still be with you. I would burn this whole world down if it meant, I could keep you safe. I would walk with you to the end of the universe if it was what you needed to be happy. And if I ever where to leave this earthly world behind, I believe my soul would find you again – and again and again – because I’m half and only ever whole with you.”

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

It’s hard to say that he has no regrets. And surely Astarion would never want to go through all his trauma again, but yet… in the end he met you, didn’t he?

In the end he found you and you became his light.

Sometimes he thinks about that as you lay beside him dreaming. He softly moves a strand of hair out of your closed eyes and thanks whatever God has sent you his way

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Plainly, if they saw him in a way like probably everyone did for the past two centuries and if he felt used by them. But you’re you and would never do that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t know it but he tends to be a clinger when he’s in his dreamful trance. And maybe this is only a thing he developed since the two of you have been together, but he sometimes wakes you because in his sleep he pulls you to him so you’re left with nothing but snuggling up to him – becoming his life size teddy bear.

You’d never have it any other way!

(Also sorry for swinging between Tav/you - I'm just so used to 2nd person perspective while writing, oops)

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lurkingshan · 2 months

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A love letter to TsukuTabe

I loved the first season of this drama, but this second season (really more of a straightforward continuation of the first season narrative, which ended unfinished) is a remarkable glow up for an already strong show. These creators did not come to play, and they had a lot to say about the experiences of women living in patriarchal cultures.

This drama tackled so many experiences that afab people go through as they try to build a life for themselves under pressure to conform to societal norms. We have so many different lived experiences of women in this show, all of whom are queer by way of falling outside the lines of what is expected of them:

Nomoto, who experiences a queer awakening, wrestles with the specifics of her sexual identity, and bravely forges ahead despite feeling pressure from her family to marry a man and procreate

Kasuga, who breaks with her family's expectations that she be a caretaker and insists on living her own life, even if she knows the culture she lives in will sometimes make it hard

Yako, who owns her asexual and lesbian identities, proudly forges a life for herself, builds community for herself and others, and advocates for that community both publicly and privately

Nagumo, who struggles to connect with others because of her eating disorder and mental health struggles and lives a solitary existence as a result, but through building bonds with other women finds the strength to begin healing

Sayama, who pushes herself to date around because she feels pressure to live up to expectations to marry, before reconsidering whether that is a goal she actually has for her life and realizing she is happy being unmarried

Fujita, who struggles through years of an unhappy marriage in which she is subjugated to her husband's family before breaking free and pursuing a divorce so she can live happily on her own

It means a lot to me to see a show that cares so deeply about these women and their stories, that gives them so much space to explore and think and communicate their feelings. And they do it all so naturally, by allowing them to form bonds with one another and figure out who they are and what they want through their relationships with each other. This story is all about how we can grow through kindness and compassion from others, and how important it is to pay that support back in kind. It's such a beautiful and unique and desperately needed message in the current media landscape.

And there's more story yet to tell! I have no idea if they will get a third season, but I will be seated for as much of this story as the creators want to make. I would love to see them tackle Nomoto and Kasuga's life as a committed couple, their coming out to their families, and the ongoing lives of the community of queer women around them, which will only continue to broaden and deepen. Like What Did You Eat Yesterday? this show could go on and on forever, and I hope it does. I have so much gratitude for all the people involved in making this show, and to @furritsubs for translating the English subtitles so that international fans could also enjoy it. And if you're seeing this and haven't watched it yet, I am telling you, it is so worth your time.

#tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #tsukutabe #japanese gl #shan shouts into the void

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soursturniolo · 5 months

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sfw alphabet • chris sturniolo

safe for work content! just fluffy and cute💞

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Chris’s love language is definitely physical touch. He’s always got a hand on you. On your waist or hips, holding your hand, rubbing your arm, resting on your thigh; somehow, some way this man is touching you. it’s not even a sexual thing, it’s just a comfort thing, like reminding him that you’re right there with him and that you’re his and he’s yours. He also loves getting you little gifts randomly. If he’s somewhere and sees something that he knows you’d love or makes him think of you, he’s immediately grabbing it for you. He loves the cute little smile he gets to see when he comes home and tells you he got you something. He’s not the best with words always, so physical touch and gifts help him out to make sure you know he loves you and you’re always on his mind.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: goofy. He’s just so funny and has next to no filter at all times. Yall would probably meet at a party or randomly at a restaurant or store and just hit it off really well, making each other smile and laugh and Chris would know immediately he needed to get to know you more.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Y e s. This man is an octopus with cuddling. He’s sprawled all over you. He loves laying on top of you with your limbs all wrapped around each other and his head resting on your chest. and he eats it tf up when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp a little with your nails. He’ll never admit it to anyone if they ask him but he secretly loves being the little spoon too.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think at first things would be pretty casual. He’s afraid of committing at first, he’s been hurt before, but I think once he realizes that you’re in it with him and you’re not planning on going anywhere, he’d get so domestic and cute. Fr wanting you over all the time. Cooking with you, baking with you, making cute little blanket forts for movie nights. However, cleaning is still not his strong suit and he knows it, so he just nods and listens when you tell him to clean up.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would be really hard for him. I feel like he’d be the type to sit down and really try to work it out with you first. Breaking up would be a last resort, and not a decision he’d come to lightly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It scares him a bit how invested he secretly is. He says he still feels way too young and it freaks him out to think about, and it does, but he’d be lying to you if he said he hasn’t thought about it. He’d definitely wait a couple years at least before popping the question to you, and I feel like he’d be the type to have a long-ish engagement before the wedding. Not necessarily putting it off, but just wanting everything to be smooth and have plenty of time to plan and work together on it all.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very soft and gentle with you both emotionally and physically. He’d never want to hurt you, intentionally or even accidentally. His touches are always so soft and sweet. Sometimes arguments get heated, but he’ll put stuff on pause and take a moment to breathe before he’d let himself say something to intentionally hurt you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

His hugs are warm and strong, his arms holding you snuggly to him while he rests his head on yours. Also he never lets go first, he lets you decide how long it lasts.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Was really cautious about it. He knew he loved you pretty early on, but it kind of scared him at first. He’d never fallen for someone that fast before. You said it first, and he looked at you shocked for a moment before a big goofy smile came over his face and he said it right back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Doesn’t really get jealous. He did when you guys were just talking but once you established your relationship, he’s not worried. He knows you and your heart and knows you’d never cheat on him, just like you know he’d never do that to you. The only time he gets bothered is when it bothers you, like a guys glances and advances making you uncomfortable. Any time that happens and he notices he’s wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him, kissing your head while he glares at the dude bothering you. It’s not so much jealousy in those moments, it’s more him being protective of you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

So gentle but firm at the same time. He loves kissing your cheeks, the corner of your mouth when you smile, the top of your head. He just loves innocent and random little kisses, like he’s telling you “hey, just so you know I love you” without having to say anything. He loves all your kisses. You tend to kiss him on the lips or jaw the most, and they never fail to make him smile.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids love him. They love that he talks to them like little adults and doesn’t baby them a lot. All the little ones in your family LOVE when Chris comes to visit. They eat up his attention. He loves playing games and anything sport like with them, helping them and encouraging them while also taking care in making sure they’re being safe and careful. You just know he’ll be the best dad.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Slow and sleepy. Chris lives for sleeping in, and when his schedule allows it he’s always asking for more sleep while he pulls you closer to him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It depends. Sometimes you guys go out together for the night, either to dinner or a movie or top golf or sometimes even a party if you both feel like it. Most nights are spent home together, him playing video games while you lay and watch or read.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Once he met you he quickly trusted you and felt he could tell you anything, but he did take his time to open up just because of who he is and where he’s at in life. there’s a lot of fake people out there who want to take advantage of influencers and he couldn’t let that happen to himself or his brothers. He was guarded at first, just telling you little things here and there. Slowly over the course of a couple months when you guys were just talking he learned that you really were a down to earth and good person who genuinely cared about him as a person and not his connection/connections. He opened up to you pretty quickly after realizing that and you knew nearly everything by the time you guys established your relationship as a couple officially.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a short fuse at times with people, but not with you. His brothers he can yell at and fight with and that’s fine. But with you? He can’t do that and he truly never wants to. Usually if he’s upset with you it’s because he’s worried about you, like you getting hurt emotionally or physically. But even then, he takes a deep breath and calms himself down so an adult conversation can be had.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s the type of guy to have a cute little list of things about you in his notes app. He remembers really well on his own, but he doesn’t want to forget so he types it in there to be safe. Your birthday, your middle name, your hometown, stuff about your family, your favorite foods, favorite things, favorite movies, are all in there.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably the first night you stayed the night. Nothing sexual happened, it was all innocent. You hadn’t planned to stay over, but a rare thunderstorm happened that evening and Chris was too worried to let you drive home in that. You had borrowed a shirt and some sweats from him and showered in his bathroom. He just remembers you stepping out of his connected bathroom into his bedroom, hair wet and face bare in his clothes. He felt like the grinch when his heart felt like it literally grew three sizes just looking at you. In that moment he realized he wasn’t afraid of committing to a relationship anymore, instead he was afraid of not being with you. It was that night when you guys talked and he officially asked you to be his.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective of you. He watches out for you in little ways, like watching when you bend down to pick something up, making sure you don’t bonk your head coming back up. He always is the one walking closest to the road if you’re walking on the sidewalk. He always tells you to drive safe, and asks you to text him when you get where you’re going. One time you forgot and were quickly met with him blowing up your phone because he was worried something happened.

He doesn’t really feel the need to be protected by you. They’ve got security when necessary and him and his brothers are always cautious. However, one night filming a car video there was a creepy ass car following them and him and his brothers were all worried. He texted you about it and immediately you called him and had him and his brothers drive to your place, worried the creepy people were fans who’d follow them home and leak their address. They all came to yours and you met them outside with hugs and apologies. He watched as you gave his brothers some clothes Chris had left behind at yours before, getting them all cozy on your couch to stay the night. It warmed his heart that you cared so much and worried so much about him and his brothers.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Most dates are laid back and casual, even on big dates, he’s always been the type to show someone he loves and cares all days of the year, not just those ‘special holidays’. However, on occasion he really goes all out. Buying you a new outfit and jewelry, taking you to a fancy restaurant that books out months in advance, planning just a beautiful day or evening for you both. He does it all.

Regularly he gets you little things that show you how much he really listens to you. A purse you mentioned you were saving up for, a record from your favorite band, candy you told him you were obsessed with, a shirt that’s your favorite style and color, little trinkets from each state when he’s on tour. He just loves how smiley you get when he does stuff for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He burps. A lot. But he’s working on it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

in the middle tbh. He likes to look good but it’s not everything to him. A lot of times for events or special things he’ll FaceTime you half naked in his closet asking you what pants goes with his shirt the best. He turns to you when he needs help or reassurance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Being without you feels like it does when he’s without his brothers. It’s really rare, and sometimes that space is welcomed, but when it’s situations like a month long tour when you couldn’t come he hates it. Constantly feels like he’s missing something, and it’s you. He calls and texts all the time, trying to make up for it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

So quiet and nervous first meeting your family. He wanted them to like him so desperately but at the end of the day he didn’t even need to try, they loved and accepted him immediately just seeing how gone he was for you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anyone who can’t trust him. Like people who want access to their partners phone. He can’t stand stuff like that. If you don’t trust him, you have no business being with him in his opinion.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He used to really struggle with sleep paralysis and nightmares and never being able to sleep in his own bed. He now sleeps best when it’s you and him in his own bed. You just help him feel comforted and at peace. He thinks the calmness you bring him helps keep those weird dreams and sleep paralysis away, and he’s so thankful.

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 4 months

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Gay wrongs tournament, semifinals of the minor bracket

Propaganda:

For Lord Hater and Commander Peepers :

Lord Hater is the self-proclaimed "universe's awesomest evil-doer", an immature, attention-seeking manchild with electric powers and a short temper. He rules the Hater Empire with Commander Peepers as his second-in-command (technically third, after his beloved pet spider-xenomorph, but who's counting), however it soon becomes *very* clear that the cunning, remorseless, hardworking Peepers is the *real* brains behind the empire. Peepers might be frustrated at Hater's incompetence at times and isn't above manipulating him to reach an end goal, but he'd never dream of usurping him because, well, he's really gay and in love with him (as much as he can be in an early-10s Disney cartoon, anyways). Hater might take Peepers for granted a lot of times, but as his oldest friend and closest confidante he's the one who Hater is closest to. Whether it's invading other planets or kicking puppies for fun, these two are *delightfully* terrible jerks and the epitome of gay wrongs.

Commander Peepers is both Lord Hater's right hand man in villainy AND his jilted stay-at-home-wife-guy (Also in villainy. Hater is really good at getting distracted from productive and efficient villaining.) Lord Hater was the greatest villain in the galaxy thanks to how well he and Commander Peepers worked as an evil team to run the Hater Empire!

Lord Hater conquers planets and is such an edgy bastard. Peepers is the actual brains behind the operation. Peepers is often pushed aside by Hater, they are besties and yet Peepers is always pining for this guy who will never notice. Peepers is so horribly gay for him if you watch the show he wants his stupid boss so bad. Peepers is so scared of him season 1 but then starts yelling BACK in season 2 and has to deal with him like a babysitter or something and yet STILL idolizes him and that’s just such a fun dynamic. His password is H8RNP33PRS43VR (Hater and Peepers forever). They are so evil and everyone fears them and they are villains and they are gay and the side of the fandom that draws them as a married couple that needs counseling is absolutely correct. The fanart of Hater openly liking him back is wonderful but I swear you don’t even need that. They are so gay and villain you have to love them they are

Villains that conquer planets and do evil stuff, my favourite characters, not really canon but they are the best :)

For Wu Zetian x Gao Yizhi x Li Shimin: (propaganda from previous poll here)

They are in a poly and are so morally gray and I love em. The triangle really is the strongest shape

They're gay because they're all bi (literally in Shimin and Yizhi's cases, kinda more implied for Zetian). Zetian and Shimin tortured a man for information (and also because he tortured them first) while Yizhi cooked back in their apartment. They made a plan to destroy their government and take over instead. Yizhi killed his dad because he was talking shit about Zetian and trying to sway his trust in her (it didn't work lmao). Instead of a love triangle (it REALLY seemed like that was what it was heading towards) they all love each other and would (and have) committed atrocities for each other. There's a whole thing about how they're stronger together (like, metaphorically and on the battlefield (Shimin and Zetian pilot a giant mecha together and Yizhi balances them))

They're a canon polyship who are all a bit deranged and down to kill for their goals and/or to protect bae. Two have tortured a man to death together and came home to the third making celebratory cookies for them.

What's more gay wrongs than trying to take over your country and torturing a man together

#minor bracket semifinals #iron widow #wander over yonder #gao yizhi #li shimin #wu zetian #commander peepers #lord hater

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xomakara · 5 months

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SUMMARY | When you stepped into an adult store looking for new toys, you didn’t expect to step out of one with your office crush, Jungwoo. PAIRINGS | Jungwoo/Fem!Reader GENRE | smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (both male and female giving/receiving), dirty talk, sex toys RATING | Mature LENGTH | 3,696 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Here’s one for you Jungwoo stans. I really couldn’t think of another title but oh well LOL. Enjoy!

You did not go into that shop intending on having sex, and certainly not having sex with the kind of big cock stud you just met. You went in to pick up a couple of new dildos, maybe a few porn movies, but you never imagined running into Kim Jungwoo, a colleague at the company you worked at.

Jungwoo was widely admired in the office. He was well liked, funny, a great worker, always there when you needed him, and incredibly good looking. Everyone talked about how he looked, but no one really knew anything about him outside of work. Everyone knew he had a 4 year old son that he clearly loved very much, and everyone also knew he was single.

You knew he wasn’t married because he was upfront about it, saying he wasn’t ready to commit yet. When asked if he was seeing anyone, he would smile and shake his head. There were rumors going around the office that he was gay, and that he had been briefly involved with another guy while in college, but no one really knew what had happened between them or why they broke up.

You only ever heard stories like this from co-workers who felt jealous of Jungwoo, as he was well off financially and got to do pretty much whatever he wanted. It seemed to be part of his appeal; you saw it all the time, people trying to get close to him, asking him out for drinks after work. Some would even come on to him right in front of you! He seemed to enjoy the attention, though, flirting back sometimes, giving people compliments or friendly nods.

But you were sure he was straight, as you had seen him around other women plenty of times. In fact, he made a point of being extra friendly whenever he ran into any of your female friends. He was respectful and sweet, not trying anything, just making conversation. It wasn’t until tonight that you realized just how close to Jungwoo you actually are.

After a day of training for a project you two were working on together, you walked down the street to an adult toy store near your apartment. The plan was to grab a few videos, maybe try something different in bed, as well as some anal lube and vibrators. But when you entered the store, your plans changed.

Your first stop was a section of toys labeled “For Her Pleasure Only.” This is where you usually stopped, picking out things that looked interesting. But tonight, as you picked up a few items, you noticed a few men staring at you. At first you thought it might have been due to you wearing an outfit that showed a lot of skin, but soon you began to wonder.

You were annoyed by their leers and were about to lash out at them but you felt a muscular arm wrapped around your waist. "Did you find what you wanted, babe?"

You turned to see who had grabbed you and was stunned to see that it was none other than the object of your office crush, Jungwoo. You noticed that the other men looked away immediately, embarrassed. "I…uhm..not yet."

"Ah. Well...let's look for something together."

As you stood there in disbelief, you began to notice that the other men in the store had backed off, leaving you alone with Jungwoo.

"Finally they backed off." Jungwoo said, taking his hand off of your shoulder. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Why are you here?" You asked him instead.

"Well, I live a few blocks from here." Jungwoo answered. "And I needed to pick up some supplies before heading home."

"You live around here?" You said, impressed. "I'm surprised we haven't run into each other before."

"I don't leave my house much these days." Jungwoo laughed. "My son and work take up most of my time, so I tend to stay at home. Are you here alone? You should be with your husband or boyfriend when you come to these stores. There are creeps around."

"Ah..." You bit your bottom lip. "I'm single. And I'm just looking for some stuff for myself since I obviously don't have anyone at home waiting for me."

"Oh...well then..." Jungwoo looked you over. "So, what kind of stuff are you looking for?"

As you tried to think of something sexy to say, Jungwoo interrupted you. "Come on, I know you want to look. What's stopping you?"

Suddenly, it hit you. Why was he here, shopping at an adult store with you? It was almost as if he knew you were checking him out, as if you two had planned this beforehand. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you remembered his hand resting on your bare hip earlier.

Your eyes drifted down to his crotch, which was bulging through his jeans. As you watched him shift slightly, you could make out the outline of his hard cock pressing against his zipper. His breath caught in his throat as you continued to stare at his crotch. It wasn't long before your curiosity got the best of you.

"So...are you interested in me?" You finally blurted out, feeling a little bolder now.

Jungwoo chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose you can say that. I mean, I've definitely had those kinds of thoughts. We work together, you know? We spend a lot of time talking, laughing, joking around, you know? It's hard not to notice someone like you."

You blushed. Was he flirting with you?!

He must have realized your confusion because he added, "I know what guys at work think of you. I guess I'm the same way. Maybe not quite so obvious, but you definitely turn me on."

"Wow..." You whispered, unable to believe your ears. "Are you serious?"

"Damn straight I am." He smirked, walking closer towards you. "Let's just say I like watching you walk around the office in those skirts."

"That's crazy!" You laughed nervously. "No one has said anything like that to me before."

"Have you really never noticed how hot you are?" He smirked again. "Maybe you're not used to guys thinking that about you."

"What do you mean?" You gasped, completely taken aback by what he was suggesting. "This is a strange conversation for us to be having."

"Maybe it is, but then again this is a strange place for us to meet outside of the office, isn't it?" He winked.

You suddenly became aware of the fact that you still hadn't looked away from his crotch, and realized what you had been doing. Your face burned red as you looked away, wondering if he noticed.

"I…" You started to say, but trailed off as Jungwoo placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you gently towards the vibrators and dildos.

You looked back up to see him holding the biggest dildo you'd ever seen. "Um...what about this one?"

You stared at the huge thing, unsure if you wanted it. "It looks too big." You replied.

"Nonsense." Jungwoo shook his head. He grabbed your hand and placed it on this clothed crotch. "This is a good size to stretch you out so that you can take on the real deal later."

You bit your bottom lip, eyes darting back to the front of his pants.

"That's why I like you." He smiled, as he watched you. "You're adventurous enough to give it a shot, aren't you?"

You nodded quickly. "Yeah...yeah I think I am."

"Good girl." Jungwoo leaned forward and kissed you lightly on the lips. "Now, let's check out these movies, shall we?"

You nodded slowly, a grin growing on your face. "Yes sir."

He pulled your arm and led you towards the movie section. After grabbing a few movies, you headed towards the checkout counter. Jungwoo paid for everything without a word, smiling politely at the cashier.

Once he was finished paying, Jungwoo moved to stand behind you. "So, where are we going now?" He asked.

"Uh..." You took a deep breath. "My apartment. It's nearby."

He put his arm around your waist once again. "Perfect."

As you followed him out of the store, Jungwoo let go of your arm and tucked it under his arm. He held onto it tightly, turning your body so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest. With his free hand, he squeezed your ass cheek, causing you to shiver with pleasure.

"Mmmmmm...you're getting awfully horny, aren't you?" Jungwoo smirked.

"Mmmmmm..." You moaned. "Maybe it's the fact that you're practically groping me in public?"

"Maybe." He chuckled. "Or maybe it's just that I've been imagining fucking you for the past hour."

"Oh god." You breathed, not able to resist his charm anymore. "You have no idea how badly I need you."

With his hand still holding yours firmly, Jungwoo guided you across the parking lot and down the sidewalk. Once you reached your apartment building, he released your hand and helped you climb the stairs. As you opened the door, he pushed you inside.

"I've been dying to fuck you ever since we met." He groaned, lowering his mouth to yours.

His kiss was intense, and you were shocked to discover how talented he was at kissing. His tongue swirled inside your mouth, exploring every inch, as his other hand explored the curves of your body. Before you could respond, he pulled back, breathing heavily.

You gazed at him, surprised by his sudden retreat. Did he just reject your advances? Before you could ask him about it, Jungwoo dropped his bag and pinned you against the wall, slipping his hands underneath your shirt, cupping your tits. You moaned as he began to squeeze your nipples between his fingers, biting your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"So sensitive." He growled, as he worked your nipple into a rock-hard peak. "Goddamnit, I can't wait to get you naked."

Before you could answer, Jungwoo gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. His eyes widened as he surveyed your bare body.

"You're so beautiful." He sighed, reaching out and running his hands down your stomach. He paused briefly at your navel, massaging it lightly, causing you to gasp softly. "Is this okay?"

You trembled with desire, overwhelmed by his passion. “Yes…”

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He urged, helping you get your pants and panties off. “Do whatever feels good. Use any of the toys we bought if you want. Just touch yourself for me.”

His words sent a thrill through your entire body, causing you to shake uncontrollably. Before you knew it, you had reached into the bag of toys that you bought and pulled out the small black vibrating bullet.

Slowly, you brought it to your clit, sliding it in between your lips. The cool silicone sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout your body, making your pussy throb. When it finally slipped inside, it brushed against your swollen g-spot, sending chills throughout your entire body.

“Tell me how good that feels.” He demanded.

You moaned as you ran the vibrator up and down your wet slit, circling your clit as well. “It feels amazing…so good…”

“Keep going. Do whatever you want with that toy. I wanna hear you moan for me.”

As you continued to tease your clit, squeezing your muscles, you could feel the familiar tightening of your body. A low guttural moan escaped your lips as you cried out, falling over the edge of climax. The pulsing vibrations filled your pussy as you came all over the toy, forcing you to clamp your thighs shut in an attempt to hold back another orgasm.

After a minute, you began to relax, letting go of your grip on the toy as your orgasm subsided. Jungwoo watched you carefully as you regained control of your breathing, mesmerized by the sight of you riding the high of climax. He couldn't believe how incredible you looked as you fell apart right there on the floor.

Without warning, Jungwoo dropped to his knees, positioning himself between your legs. With a wicked smirk, he grasped your hips and positioned them directly above his head. He spread your pussy open with his hands, licking his lips as he stared at your dripping pussy.

“Oh god…” You gasped, feeling lightheaded at the site of him staring at your pussy. “Why are you doing that?”

He smiled. “Because I want to taste you. Because I've been dreaming about tasting you all day.”

With that, he buried his face between your legs, sticking his tongue out and dipping it inside your moist slit. The pleasure almost caused you to come again as he teased your clit with his tongue, nibbling on it lightly. He continued this until you were shaking with pleasure.

"You taste amazing." He panted, looking up at you. "You're such a dirty girl. So naughty."

"Fuck…that feels good." You moaned, unable to help yourself.

“But first, I want to eat your pussy some more. Then I want to fuck you so hard that you scream my name.” He whispered, taking a slow lick up your inner thigh.

You felt like you were going to die from the delicious sensations. “Please…oh god…do it. Fuck me. Eat me. Fill me with your cum. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

Jungwoo sucked on your clit harder, moaning as he devoured you. Finally, after several minutes, you screamed out as an orgasm ripped through your body. Your body shook violently as you struggled to maintain your balance, letting out muffled cries as the pleasure kept shooting through your body.

Finally, the tremors died down, leaving you weak and breathless. Jungwoo didn't stop sucking on your clit however; instead he increased the pressure of his tongue, coaxing another powerful climax from you.

Jungwoo licked his lips, panting. “Oh god…baby…I love how dirty you get when you cum. That was so damn sexy.”

You ran your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you. "Jungwoo...let me return the favor. Let me suck your cock before you fuck me."

His eyes lit up, as he nodded vigorously. "Are you sure?"

"God yes!" You cried. "Let me suck your cock. Please."

The look of lust in his eyes caused a chill to run down your spine. "Go ahead."

Jungwoo stood up and began undoing his belt. Once it was undone, he undid his zipper, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and threw it off. He stepped out of his clothes, allowing you to stare at his muscular form. You saw his balls hanging beneath his dick, his thick shaft curving downward slightly. He was so incredibly gorgeous.

Jungwoo walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading his legs so that they were wide open.

"Suck it, baby." He encouraged, opening his eyes.

Taking his cock into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around his shaft while you slid your hand up and down his length. You licked the underside of his cock, tickling his balls, teasing him with each stroke.

Jungwoo moaned loudly, digging his fingers into your hair as you pleasured him. He closed his eyes, moaning quietly as you slid your tongue up and down his hard cock. His arousal was evident, causing his cock to swell even larger in your mouth.

"Mmmnnn." You hummed, bringing your mouth to the tip of his cock. You flicked your tongue over the soft skin, stimulating his sweet spot. Jungwoo gasped, his body shuddering with ecstasy. He grabbed the back of your head, holding you in place as he began to thrust his hips.

With his hips bucking rapidly, you bobbed your head faster and faster, covering more and more of his cock with each stroke. Soon enough, you had wrapped your lips around the base of his shaft and sucked it deeply into your mouth, eliciting a throaty moan from him.

"Do you like that?" You breathlessly asked, licking the tip of his cock with your tongue.

"Yes…" He grunted. "Yeah…yeah…yes."

You brought your mouth back to his cock, swirling your tongue around his soft skin. At this point, you were giving him one hell of a blowjob. His cock felt amazing in your mouth. It was warm and hard, and you felt like you could do nothing but please him.

"Fuck, swallow my cum, baby." He moaned, grabbing your head.

Tightening your grip on his cock, you quickly swallowed every drop of his cum. After he finished coming, you gave his cock one last kiss, allowing his hot seed to coat your tongue. When you released his cock, it was glistening with your saliva and his cum.

"Jesus fucking christ..." He moaned, laying back on the couch, resting his arms behind his head.

Reaching out, you touched his chest gently, causing him to turn his head toward you. You leaned forward and kissed him softly, trailing your tongue along his lips.

"Did you enjoy that?" You asked, smiling seductively.

Jungwoo groaned, as he slowly moved his hands down to your ass. He gripped your cheeks, pulling your body closer to his. "You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N."

Grabbing your waist, he began to grind against you, sliding his hard cock against your dripping pussy. "That feels so good."

Your legs began to shake, trembling as he pressed himself against you. "I need to be inside of you." He groaned, moving his hips.

Jungwoo pushed his hardness inside of you, burying himself deep within your tight warmth. Your walls gripped his cock tightly, welcoming him. It felt amazing. He felt incredible. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh as he began to pump his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He bit your neck, nipping it softly, causing goosebumps to cover your entire body. Every time he did this, you felt as though your insides would explode. It sent shivers throughout your body, causing your heart to race.

"You're so fucking tight, Y/N." He moaned, gripping your ass tighter.

"Ahh…god Jungwoo." You whimpered, your walls contracting around him. "This is so good."

He squeezed your ass cheeks tightly, grinding against you roughly. "Look at me, Y/N. Look at how much I'm enjoying this."

His words sent shivers throughout your body. Suddenly, his lips met yours, tongues intertwined as he fucked you hard and fast. "Tell me what you want, Y/N. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

Gripping his ass harder, you clenched your teeth as you tried to focus on his voice. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget everything but you."

With that, Jungwoo slammed his hips into you, slamming you onto his cock as hard as he possibly could. It was enough to make you scream out loud, moaning his name. The sensation was so intense, that you wanted to cry out. As soon as the word left your lips, Jungwoo began to increase the pace of his thrusts, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

He stopped kissing you, his mouth remaining pressed firmly against your neck. “Do you like that, baby? Does my cock feel good? Is it filling you up nicely?”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you dug your nails into his back, moaning loudly. "Fuck…god Jungwoo. This feels so good."

Your body trembled, shaking violently as Jungwoo's relentless thrusts became too much to bear. "Ahh…I can't take it anymore! Jungwoo...oh god!"

He held your hips tightly, ramming himself as deep as possible, his moans becoming louder and louder as you began to scream his name over and over again.

"Come for me, Y/N." He growled, pushing you harder against his hips.

"Jungwoo!" You cried, as your pussy contracted around his cock, milking him dry. You heard him grunt as he came inside of you, coating your insides with his hot load.

After a few moments, you felt him begin to pull out of you, releasing you from his grip. A small amount of his seed remained trapped inside of you, seeping out of your hole and running down your thighs.

"Y/N, you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled softly, pressing your face into his chest. "I loved it. And no, you didn't hurt me. I just need a minute to catch my breath."

"Are you sure?" He asked, cupping your cheek.

"Absolutely." You assured him, pressing your lips to his chest.

"I'm glad." He said, rubbing your arm. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Smiling widely, you hugged him tightly. "I did. It was better than I ever imagined it would be."

"We should definitely do this again sometime." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

"Are you saying that you want to keep seeing me?" You asked him. "What will our coworkers think at work if they see us together?"

Jungwoo smirked. "If we're being honest here, I've been wanting to date you since day one."

Shocked by his words, you raised your eyebrows. "I never realized that you felt that way."

Jungwoo pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you once more. "Don't worry, Y/N. We'll figure something out. For now, I just want to spend some quality time with you."

Your body relaxed as he continued to hold you. "That sounds perfect."

Jungwoo cleared his throat, breaking the silence between the two of you. "Speaking of spending time with you, I really don't want to go back home tonight."

"What about your son? Won't he be worried about where you are?"

"He's with my parents tonight." Jungwoo told you. "Besides, there's no way in hell I'm leaving you alone tonight after all that happened."

A small smile spread across your face. "You want to stay the night?"

"Absolutely." He answered, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. "If that's alright with you."

Smiling brightly, you nodded. "It's more than alright with me."

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dojaejung #nct smut #jungwoo #kim jungwoo #nct jungwoo #jungwoo smut

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antianakin · 6 months

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You know, because one of the reasons you can't get married as a Jedi is because you are supposed to put the needs of the Galaxy before them, implies the Jedi believe a Spouse should be your priority if you're married. Proving that Anakin fails at that too. If he put Padme's needs first, he would have told Yoda what was happening instead of that vague "someone close to me is going to die" dreams shit. Anakin's priority, is Anakin.

I think it's more about expectations. Usually when you get married, there's an expectation that you WILL put your spouse above all else, and that's generally totally fine. A lot of marriage vows include word choices to that effect anyway, as well as this idea that you will remain with this one person for the rest of your life no matter what, etc etc.

THEORETICALLY, you could get married WITHOUT some of these expectations, but then at that point you kind-of run into the question of "why get married rather than just be in a regular relationship then?" What benefits do you get from marriage if you cut out the promise of forever and expectation of being a priority in your spouse's life?

There's also the political aspect of it. Jedi are supposed to be neutral and give equal attention to all of the planets in the Republic and treat all people equally no matter where they're from. But if you're married to someone from a specific planet, even if they're not a political leader of some sort, it sort-of generates a greater connection to that planet and perhaps an expectation that the Jedi might prioritize that planet above others if needed. And that obviously causes problems with the Jedi's neutrality as ambassadors/government workers. (Sidenote: This is why I don't think Obi-Wan would've been in a relationship with Bail and/or Breha even if it were casual because the political issues would still exist no matter what.)

So basically I think they discourage/forbid marriage just to eliminate the TEMPTATION of all of those things. Same with having children, generally. They MIGHT be able to get married and have kids without having the political or personal problems, but they can't really promise it'll NEVER be an issue at any point unless they just abstain. Why put themselves in that position if they don't have to? They can always leave the Order to go have those things if they feel particularly necessary to their happiness in life, obviously, no one's forcing them to stay.

And then Anakin marries Padme and we see him CONSTANTLY put his personal relationship to her above his duty as a Jedi. He literally says as much to Padme in that episode in season 1 where he claims that their feelings for each other should be more important than their ideals. We see Anakin demand things of Padme because they're married which shows that he absolutely has these expectations that Padme will prioritize his needs and wants simply because he's her husband. Anakin's big problem is that he refuses to commit to either the Jedi OR Padme entirely because he's selfish enough to want both without realizing the ways in which he's disrespecting both relationships. Padme doesn't always get the time with him that SHE wants (or the ability to have a family openly) and the Jedi have to live with him blowing them off to go play house with Padme or him being overly emotional on a mission if Padme is involved.

The Jedi aren't necessarily saying a spouse SHOULD get all of your attention, just that it's a normal EXPECTATION from married couples that that's what will happen, and if that expectation isn't met, it can lead to misery and discord in the relationship.

So yes, Anakin fails at prioritizing Padme, too, because he's refusing to commit to her, either. He wants to have his cake and eat it, too, he wants to be married to a sitting Senator AND be a Jedi. He wants to be a big damn hero and prioritize the people and places he cares about most and have all of the power that is afforded to the Jedi specifically because they DON'T do those things all at the same time. He fails Padme and the Jedi in much the same way, and that's honestly a major aspect of his whole character.

#star wars #jedi #pro jedi #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #attachment #padme amidala #anidala critical #anti anidala

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radexchangeprogram · 1 year

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Still too crammed to put out a coherent piece of work so have some random hcs. I didn’t proof read this so I’m sorry for grammar errors.

Random Devildom Culture HCS (Romance/Courtship)

Courtship varies depending on the sin the demon is more affiliated with, but they all essentially do the same thing: showing a potential partner that they value them over their sin. For example, a sloth demon may offer to help a potential love interest with some work.

Demons tend to not do anything without ulterior motive, so if a demon starts doing stuff for you without them owing you/needing anything from you, they probably have a crush.

It’s a very difficult task for a lot of demons which is why it’s considered a big deal to go through with actually courting someone.

If the feelings are mutual, the other demon will de the same.

After proving that this is a committed courtship, then it starts to look a lot more similar to how humans date. This includes things like going to restaurants, going to movies, ect.

Grooming is also a major part of bonding with a partner. This can include buffing your partner’s horns, helping them shed, preening, helping maintain hooves, ect. It builds mutual trust as if a non-loved one where to touch any of these parts, a fight would definitely break out.

Over time, each demon does tend to take on more traits of the other’s sin. (E.g. an envy demon becomes more gluttonous if their partner is a gluttony demon and vice versa).

Demon relationships are more often than not open with both partners still having casual flings, but some couples prefer to keep a closed relationship. It’s not considered taboo either way.

Devildom weddings are a huge spectacle and extremely colorful. Both suits and dresses have various combinations of colors and are almost always custom made.

This is because the colors chosen are meant to come together to represent the unique chemistry of the relationship.

Couples can assign meaning to the colors as they please and it’s very common for keys that discuss the meaning of a couple’s colors to be handed out at weddings.

Demons get something similar to a pact mark after getting married. Both parties get it and it looks like a combination of the two’s sigils. If a human marries a demon, a unique mark is still formed, but it tends to be more representative of something the human has a deep connection to (plant, animal, ect).

Demons can marry multiple partners and many do. Like I said earlier, it just depends on the relationship. A unique mark will form per spouse.

I don’t think demons, with the exception of envy or greed demons, get particularly possessive over a partner. They do, however, get pretty protective. To a human, this can appear possessive as demons can get more aggressive with it, but most demons back off right away or a partner can talk them down pretty fast so it doesn’t often break out into fights.

Because of their lifespan, marriage milestones tend to be every 20 years. Human-demon couples typically adopt the human tradition of celebrating yearly.

If you think I should write some specific courting hcs of the current characters, please let me know. My semester ends in about 3 weeks so I should have more time.

If you liked this, please also consider reblogging/leaving a comment. It really helps my work get out there more and it means a lot.

EDIT: Ty so much for all the support and kind comments this post has received 😭😭 this is a side blog so tumblr doesn’t let me reply directly under this URL, but I wanted to say I’ve been reading all of them with a big smile on my face.

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tangerinesgirl · 2 months

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Unravel

AFAB!Reader x Mark Hoffman

Word count: 1.8k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, masochism, size difference, some brief talk of weight, creampie, mostly Dom!Reader but some Dom!Mark, spitting, p in v

Summary: Your ex, Mark, has no where to go after the glass coffin trap and needs your help...even though you've been on a break.

Notes: I wanted to challenge myself to write a fic that has more detail this time. Reading my works back they all seem super quick to get into the action. So let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

You jump out of your skin at the loud bang against your apartment door. You begrudgingly roll over to the bedside table to check your phone: 1:03AM. Sighing, you put on slippers and stagger to the door. There's a more polite knock this time as you look through the peep hole: it's Mark Hoffman.

You and Mark had a rocky relationship ever since he became an apprentice for John Kramer. You found out from his clothing being torn, covered in oil and miscellaneous substances, or just straight up gone missing, and confronted him about it. He showed you the way of the traps and Kramer's ideology, part of you was sick to your stomach thinking about how many people have died like this, but the other part of you was seriously into how he would build the traps, brainstorming ideas and coming home all hot and bothered. But in the end, you had to take a break, Mark couldn't commit to a relationship as he was essentially married to his work. What you both had was fun, but you always wanted something more.

You unlock the door and Mark tumbles into your flat and walks straight into the kitchen. When you turn around you notice his once silk blue shirt is now red, full of cuts and glass shards. You don't quite know how he got to you; did he drive? Walk? Either way it was impressive how he's still standing. He swipes the kitchen table clean and dumps a first aid kit down. "Fix me", he demands of you. You sigh, thinking about how many months have passed without hearing from him and he turns up like this out of the blue, then inevitably grab some tweezers and sterilising fluid.

Nothing more is said after that, the only sound in the room is you cutting off Hoffman's shirt. Mark had actually trained you in first aid since he started up the traps, to cover for all eventualities. Things like how to stitch a wound, fix dislocations, and so on. You didn't think you'd actually have to use it when he left. It's not exactly like he could fish out the shards himself so it made sense in a way, even though it was painful for you to see him again. Maybe not as painful as the actual glass in his back though. You carefully start removing pieces from him, every so often he flinches but stays as stoic as ever. You put each shard on the table, disinfecting the tweezers as you go. It's painstaking, especially without a word being said. There's too many thoughts whizzing around your head, you wouldn't even know where to start, so you focus on your work instead.

You dab at the wounds with wipes, you notice a couple of particularly deep ones need stitches, and few more need steri-strips. You start to unwind your thread, and begin to close them up. He still flinches and groans occasionally as you fix his wounds. You're surprised you have enough steri strips for the rest. You give it one last glance over to make sure there's no more tint hidden pieces. Once you're happy with your work, you start to pack the rest of the stuff away.

As you reach for an unused bandage, Hoffman suddenly grabs your wrist. You turn to look at him, and he looks at you, deeply into your eyes, as if to say "thank you" without actually saying it, since that wasn't really part of his nature. He then glances down briefly at your lips. He thinks you didn't notice, but you did, and you look down at his too.

There's a lot of tension in the room, and you find it extremely hot that not a word has been said in the last two, maybe three, hours. You've lost track of time, you always do when Mark is around, because nothing else matters. You start to move forward into a kiss but you stop, inches away from him. Mark looks at your lips again. Then he suddenly puts his hand on the base of your skull behind your head and grips your hair. You let out a little surprise gasp.

Then everything happens so fast.

Mark slams his lips against yours, like a man starved, his kisses are desperate and all tongues. You both lightly moan through the heavy kisses, you sit on his lap and start to drag your hand through his hair in exchange, tugging occasionally. You start grinding while on his lap, searching for more. You can feel his member through his trousers. Then you accidentally knock one the cuts on his back and he groans out in pain, however you couldn't help but notice his cock twitch as you did so, now semi erect. You both stop for a bit and share a glance, not one of humiliation but of realisation. You raise an eyebrow, intrigued, and start to purposefully play with one of his stitched wounds. Mark moans and quickly grabs your other hand that's resting on his chest.

"Stop", he commands. There's clearly some unsaid things between you and Mark. You stop and look at him, you both look at each other with need and desperation.

"I don't know how far I'll go, I can't promise I'll be gentle", Mark has danger in his eyes.

"I know", you admit. Mark was always the kind to take out a rough day at work through sex, and you had a feeling tonight was no exception. But it somehow felt different. It could be the time you've had away from each other, or whatever he experienced that night had him particularly wound up.

"Same safe word?", you ask. He nods slightly, and in a flash he's back to passionately kissing you. He lifts you up, trying to walk you to the bedroom, but can't see where he's going as he's so tied up in the moment. He slams you into a wall, you moan as the air is pushed out of you.

You break the kiss momentarily to remove your top, you must have each other now and can't wait until you're in the bedroom. Mark removes your bra, his hands replacing it. His hands are so large, one hand seems to cover your entire chest. His rough skin feels amazing on your soft breasts. You moan as you remove your underwear. Mark breaks the kiss to kick off his trousers and underwear. He catches you looking at his erection, he walks back over to you and grabs your hair.

"How do I look?", he growls in your ear. You moan and start to kiss him again.

Without warning he pushes his cock into you. You forgot how well he filled you up. He was just the right size, but girthier than average. His thickness stung a little since he slammed into you without warning, but it's a good thing you were already slick with arousal. You hold him around his neck as he's lifting you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he's slamming into you against the wall.

With him still inside you, he then carries you over to the kitchen table. It's a good thing you packed everything away earlier. You put your feet on the edge, with your back on the table. Mark continues to push inside of you, sweat starting to glisten down his forehead, onto his large chest. Somewhat hairy, but oh so broad. His frame and arms have always been a turn on for you. Sometimes he was self conscious about his weight but you found it extremely hot. Especially the way it felt on top of you.

You sit up, breaking his momentum briefly, as you can feel the table shake, becoming more and more unstable. You push him to the chair where he was sat as you were cleaning his wounds, and motioned for him to sit down. You straddle him like before, only this time you were completely naked. You haven't felt this powerful for a while. You start to ride him, reaching behind you to start and fondle his balls. He tilts his head back in pleasure, mouth wide open. You stop briefly to hold his jaw open, you look over him as a dribble of your spit travels into his mouth. You forcefully close his mouth to get him to swallow, and continue to ride him.

It's not often you're able to take charge, but you were enjoying it. Hoffman, even though he wouldn't admit it afterwards, likes to think he's dominant at heart, but also loves it when someone takes control.

Your hands start to trail down his back once again. You could feel a few of his stitches had begun to unravel. Mark hisses as you trace your fingers over them. You stop briefly, making sure he was okay with you going further. After no safe word, you continue to pluck open a wound. Mark pretty much jumps out of his seat, slamming into you as he does so. You both moan, the lines of pleasure and pain blurring. You start to dip your finger into the warmth, blood coating your finger and travelling down his body.

"Y/N, I'm gonna-", Mark trails off. You remove your finger, and smear the blood as you caress his face. Around his lips, his jaw, down to his neck.

Mark is VERY into this, he's a massive masochist and seeing you like this has his mind going into overtime. What traps could you come up with? Maybe you could come with him during the next game, getting off on your hard work, putting each other in a trap, and seeing others in them. Watching them struggle in your game, totally oblivious to you and Mark having the steamiest sex of your lives over the monitor.

At this thought, he starts to cum inside of you. The biggest orgasm of his life. You continue to ride his orgasm out of him, the amount of cum you can feel inside you also triggers your orgasm. Mark slams you down by your shoulders to get you to stop moving as his penis slowly grows softer and twitches inside of you. You collapse into Mark's chest, both of you breathless.

You both sit there for a moment, taking everything in. Mark still inside you, his cum leaking out onto the chair, onto the floor, mixing with the blood from his wound that you opened.

You eventually move and mention that you should clean him back up. Mark reluctantly agrees. Neither of you decide to put your clothes back on, as you start to disinfect the table and open your first aid kit again. You mend his stitches and clean him up, and Mark is giving you that look again. Looking at your lips, totally helpless. You sigh as you realise you'll be stitching him back up once again.

#fanfic #mark hoffman x reader #detective mark hoffman #mark hoffman #afab reader #saw #saw fanfic #hoffman x reader #mark hoffman x you #mark hoffman x y/n #hoffman x y/n #glass coffin

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azrielbrainrot · 5 months

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SFW Alphabet with Eris Vanserra

note: this was harder to do than azriel or lucien's. i'm not sure why, i spend a lot of time thinking about this little bastard.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think he's affectionate in private but he'd also have to learn and get used to it first. He probably hasn't experienced much affection in his life so he's learning as he goes. I see his love language being gift giving especially at first but after a while he'd definitely get more clingy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I love him dearly but this man has no friends. He probably doesn't really know how it works so you'd have to be persistent and patient with him. Getting through his walls would be extremely hard but even after that you'd have to keep showing him you really care for him until he really lets go of that stupid mask. He's the type of friend who reads you constantly and you have to keep reminding yourself that's his love language.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I think he loves to be held. He needs it more than anything too. He'd also love to hold you but I see him being the little spoon as often. Or literally just laying facing each other. I think he's the type to constantly want you on his lap too when you're just hanging out. He's a little touch starved so he probably craves affection.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I don't think it's a priority for him but as soon as he found someone he'd want to immediately get married. (If Beron has already been turned to fried bacon at that point.) He can't cook or clean, he's had servants his whole life so he's a little spoiled.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's kind of an asshole so I'm sorry to anyone he's ever had to break up with. I think he wouldn't actually be trying to be an asshole either, it comes to him naturally. He wouldn't insult you or anything, he'd just be kind of nonchalant about it and say something like "we knew this day would come". Would get slapped half the times. Now if he truly loves you but has to break up with you for your own safety, probably because of Beron, then he'd be extra mean. He's the type of dumbass to hurt you so you would lose feelings even though you can see through him. Would probably still get slapped depending on how far he went.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think if Beron isn't a problem anymore Eris would want to get married fast but I'm not sure he'd even give commitment that much thought while he's worried about his father. And in the case that he really falls for you then he'd probably hide you until he knew it was safe so there would only really be a marriage after Beron is dead.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Once you get past his mask and all the attitude Eris would be really gentle with you. I don't think he's all that emotionally intelligent with how much he had to hide his emotions all his life but he would never purposely hurt you. He's probably a little awkward at first too but he'll get the hang of it fast.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

You'd hug him way more often that he hugs you. He's probably really awkward at first too. He loves them though, just might not admit it at first. He feels like the type to pat your back if it goes on too long because he doesn't really know what else to do. But as time went on he'd get into it more and start hugging you more often and leaning more into it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It'll take him forever to say it but I think he'd try to express it in other ways. Again his family is a trainwreck so they're definitely not throwing "I love you"s around, besides maybe his mom a couple times, and he's never had a significant relationship in his life either so he'd need to get used to it. Even then, I think he would save it for special occasions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh he's very jealous. The Vanserras were raised in competition with each other so he probably always feels the need to prove himself. He also wouldn't pass up the chance to fuck you long and hard to remind you who you belong to either, in front of people if he has to.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Very passionate, all consuming kisses. He's the type to put everything into the kiss and kiss with his whole body. He's also the type to always grab your neck or chin to pull you in for a kiss even if it's just a little greeting kiss, somehow can't ever keep them that chaste either even if he means to.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I don't see him being terrible with children, he's the oldest brother after all, but I can't imagine him being all that great with children in general either. He probably scares them a little. He'd be the father he never had to his own kids though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's probably the softest in the morning. He usually wakes up before you and just keeps watching you for a while before either waking you up or getting up quietly to go start his day. If he does wake you up it's probably with soft touches and kisses. He probably lets you cuddle to him even if he can't stay long.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I'm going to try to keep things wholesome here. Eris loves having dinner with you and talk about his day and hear about yours, whether at a fance restaurant or at home. He likes curling up by the fireplace with you and read or just keep talking, domestic stuff. But he also loves to fuck you into the mattress. You can't tell me this man isn't the type to literally tell you boring ass stories about his job or talk to you about anything you can think of and then, when you go to the bedroom, fuck you until you can't form a coherent thought. After that it's back to being soft though. There's not a day where you don't fall asleep in each other's arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He'd take forever to open up. You'd have to kind of coax him into it by telling you of your own traumas first so he knew it was safe. I'm not sure he has ever talked about what he went through out loud with anyone or even let himself actually feel most of it. I think he'd start little by little but then say everything all at once, especially if you were talking for a while and he just mentioned something and then his walls crumbled and he couldn't stop the words or the tears coming out.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a shit temper but of course he'd be a lot more patient with you. He would also suddenly have the patience of a saint when he was teasing you in bed. Now when you're teasing him? It doesn't last 5 minutes before he's turning you around and making you taste your own medicine.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Of course he remembers everything. He's actually a romantic, no matter how poorly he shows it. He makes sure to remember every single detail. Loves surprising you with things you barely mentioned and wouldn't guess he'd get for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably the first time you confessed. I imagine it being in between a fight of some sort: he realizes how close you two got and tries to push you away so starts talking shit, then you lose it and end up yelling at him, confessing in the middle of it making him fold immediately and run to kiss you. That moment would be extra important for him, obviously because it was the start of your relationship but also because you not only looked beautiful yelling at him and not taking any of his shit but also because it would be the first time he actually felt loved unconditionally. Every time you tell him you love him is special to him honestly. He really needs to hear it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Way too protective. You probably have fights about it from time to time. If you were together while Beron was still alive then he'd make sure no one even knew you existed. And after he's high lord, you'd be lady of autumn so he'd probably try making you have personal guards with you. You'd yell at him and tell him to get it together and he'd end up just doubling the guards everywhere you were.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He'd always try his best for you. He'd pay for a restaurant to close for the night so you could have a private dinner at the best places in the city. He probably takes you to little getaways around the court every once in a while too - he definitely has secret cabins in the middle of nowhere so you can have your privacy. If you mention wanting to see a play he might hire the theater to perform it just for the two of you. He would give you the most expensive and beautiful gifts too. I think he'd like kind of matching clothes so he'd buy a new jacket and then have a tailor make a similar looking dress so you could wear them together and stuff like that. I think he'd give you the "celebrity" treatment really. But I also see him loving private time with you at home so candlelit dinners, your favorite flowers and making love by the fireplace are also a regular occurrence.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Again, he's kind of an asshole. Obviously he wouldn't try to hurt your feelings on purpose ever but he'd still do it anyway. He has the worst temper too so if he's annoyed with something he might let it out on you without meaning to. Don't worry, he'd definitely more than make up for it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's the (future) high lord, of course he's concerned. And it's not just that he's concerned but he always had access to the best of the best so of course he's used to it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah. I don't know if Eris has ever felt whole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He probably kept one of his plushies from when he was a kid and has it hidden so he can hug it when he needs to feel something.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He's probably really sensitive to bad or abusive parents because of the way he grew up. Money or power hungry people too, the type that would stop at nothing to get what they want. So Beron really.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I think he's the type of person that doesn't move around much during his sleep. Probably doesn't even snore or make much noise. He wakes up very easily though so every time you move a little more in your sleep he'll notice and pull you back to him.

#eris headcanons #acotar headcanon #eris x reader #eris x you #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris vanserra fic #eris fic

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dangermousie · 4 months

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Finished.

God, what a glorious, glorious, glorious ride, a truly solid epic drama in a way I haven't seen in a very long time - there were two other flawless cdramas for me this year - Lost You Forever 1 and The Ingenuous One - but TIO was a smaller scale story and LYF ended in medias res. AJTL was the only complete, epic cdrama this year for me, but oh boy, was it beyond.

First, my two tiny niggles - this is a drama where the 40 episode limit fit badly, like tightly pinching shoes. You can tell how they had to speed and cram to get in the resolutions of dynastic struggles in An and Wu and the war with Beipan. This drama really needed to have been 50 eps. (The cramming also resulted in the sole plot arc that made me go huh - LTG random decision to try to marry Ruyi before he rides off to what he thinks is his last battle and his just as random decision to go "oh well" and agree to release NYZ and then when NYZ shows up before he can be released because he broke out and wreaks havoc, let them walk out. Maybe if they had more time, it would have made more sense, otherwise it felt like an aberration in a character arc that before and after was consistent and made sense.) Second niggle is not really one because it's clearly due to censorship - the last minute redemption of the Wu emperor etc - the writer made is as believable as she could but you could feel the censorship sticky hands all over it.

But those are minor complaints. Overall this was solid from beginning to end, very adult and with secondary characters who all felt real and complex and interesting. A few thoughts:

Our main OTP was incredible. So adult, so competent, so badass but still feeling human. I bought that those two were larger than life legends AND flesh and blood people. And that chemistry!

I loved that this drama allowed relationships to be messy. Yes, we have our epic main couple but I especially loved what happened with Chu Yue and Shisan and LTG and Ying. I loved that neither was an epic romance. With CY and Shisan, I loved that they didn't make him realize he loves her forever blah blah - he was an incredibly consistent character - charming, loyal and utterly clear he's incapable of permanent commitment to a single woman and she never could change that. And yet he died in large part to protect her, and it's in keeping with his character and it makes sense that this solidified her remembering him forever - he's not just the one who got away, but he DIED for her. It's very clear if they both lived, this would have gone nowhere and ended with him wandering off or her moving on wanting commitment from someone who is capable of it, but as it is, it froze the possibility of love in ember.

And I loved the narrative of LTG and Ying. They both come into marriage in love with someone they can never have (Ruyi and YL), they both have similar backgrounds (royals but neglected and looked down upon), they both share the same goals (power but to take care of people) and they really are friends. I love that when we last see them, they have what is a great period marriage - no love but respect and common goals. And she still mourns YL and he probably still thinks of Ruyi but the thing is, I love that the narrative leaves the possibility of them eventually falling in love with each other (or other people) because as she tells him - you think you will always love a particular person but life is long. (And it's so true - she will remember YL until she's old, once again in part because of the unfulfilled possibility of it - but it doesn't mean she won't be able to open her heart to someone again.) It's a surprisingly hopeful ending for them and I love it. I'd totally watch a show where they discover love with each other tbh.

I did love that no character (except possibly Prince Danyang) got everything they wanted even if they emerged alive. They got some and had to give up some.

I loved what it had to say about having to be worthy of your power and position - you are not owed fealty by birth but you have to earn it. It was a surprisingly anti-imperial show for a recent cdrama.

All the deaths of our faves gutted me, none as much as Yuan Lu's. Oooof.

As to the ending, I can tell people are gonna have fits but I like it. I love many an ending legendarily reviled in cdrama fandom (Princess Agents and Novoland Eagle Flag have perfect endings in my opinion; I realize that opinion, especially about PA is enough to get me throttled in certain quarters but it is what it is) and I came to cdramas back when pretty much every costume cdrama ended horrifically tragically - think of the endings of the Chinese Paladins, The Myth (for a long time my n1 drama even though it made me cry so hard I threw up, ending-wise), The Young Warriors, Little Fairy, even Lan Ling Wang, Glory of the Tang Dynasty and Bu Bu Jing Xin if we are going somewhat later. I mean, one of my favorite dramas ever is Royal Nirvana and that ending is like drinking a thermos full of depression. This is nothing.

Honestly, I would have been fine if the ending for our OTP really was them dying pretty much together, in their different battles. That hint that they are alive and living with their kids is lovely and welcome, but I'd have been fine without it and it raises a lot of questions (though if anyone could fake their deaths and survive that sort of thing, it would have been them so fair enough.)

Anyway, this is basically my love letter to this drama. It was amazing and I am so glad I watched it.

#cdrama #a journey to love #liu shi shi #liu yuning #alen fang #fang yilun

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momobani · 4 months

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ADDICTED

THE WAY I hate YOU - chapter 5A - 5.3k

&team Nicholas x fem!reader - arranged marriage AU

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sum: you somehow make your dreams come true.

Warnings: swearing, mention of food, NICHOLAS (just him as an entity lol), smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe pls!)

Soundtrack rec: Addicted - Monsta X

Taglist: @nichoswag @seokka0o @sseastar-main @hyuckslvr @ssshasssh @wtfisgoingright

A/N: honestly i have nothing to say for myself. that's it lol.

It’s been around four months since you’ve gotten married and you notice a definite change in the air between you and Nicholas, though if you were being honest, it’s very likely that it was just you dealing with the aftermath of all those random dreams you’d had about him.

You could believe that but Nicholas’ actions were telling a very different story; you didn’t want to be delusional but you could swear he was watching you, dissecting you or something, his lingering gaze making you flush and turn around to stare back, as if challenging him to commit to a stare off, but he would simply feign ignorance and go about his day.

You’d been quieter lately, minding your own business, each of you volunteering to do house chores alone rather than together - you went for groceries today, looking at the list Nicholas sent you after work. You came home to the smell of him cooking something mouth watering.

You hum a greeting to each other and you almost go to your room, but you realise that it would be weird to actively avoid your husband. It was somewhat awkward now but if you tried to get away, it would become worse. And if there’s one thing you hated, was making an awkward situation more awkward.

Instead, Nicholas pulls out two sets of cutlery and plates and puts them on the table; a silent invitation for you to eat together. He seems to do it without a second thought.

You pour some water in a couple glasses and place them on the table as your contribution after putting away the groceries.

It’s getting really warm in your kitchen despite the open window and Nicholas shrugs off his sweater, leaving him a thin, white vest that shows off the bulk of his shoulders and arms. You do a double take - since when was your husband this beefy? Like you knew he was pretty strong but like this was different. Had you not noticed?

He catches you staring and you think that he smirks to himself as he turns back to the pan. Your theory is confirmed when he asks you:

“Liking what you see, Mrs Wang?” the smirk evident in his voice. Your brows furrow together.

“Have you been sneaking out of our house and sleeping at the gym lately?” you sass back, trying to stay unaffected.

But you were awfully, obviously, severely affected.

And Nicholas noticed that too.

“No, you just don’t spend a lot of time looking at me when I’m not wearing clothes.” his words cause a flurry of anxiety to shoot through your veins.

He knew, he knew, he must do, he must have read your mind and seen exactly what you’d been fantasising about. The images flash through your mind and you shift at the dinner table, feeling wound up tighter and tighter, uneasy in your seat.

There’d been days when you would just take care of how you were feeling yourself, locking your door whenever he was out and just giving yourself all the pleasure you needed to make your uneasiness go away. But it was starting to become harder to ignore.

You realise that you’re quiet for too long. “Y’know I think I actually see you without clothes far too often.” you say, still trying to keep up a front. “I’m starting to think you like the attention.”

Nicholas stops stirring. “Oh?” he asks, clearly bemused even though you can’t see his face. “So you admit I have your attention?”

“Why would you want it?” you mutter but he doesn’t hear you over the noise of the kitchen. “Only on weekends.” you reply.

“Wow, YN. You wound me.” he says sarcastically. “What about the week days? Am I not riveting enough during the week?”

Unfortunately for you, he was far too riveting, every single day you saw him and then the times you were away from him too, and when he occupied the empty spaces of your mind.

“I’m busy during the week.” you lie. “I don’t have time to think about you or what you’re wearing or doing, I need to focus-”

“So I’m a distraction?” he asks, finally stopping the heat and taking the pan away. You can’t think for a moment - was it because he was right? Or was it because you were distracted by the way his muscles tensed as he carried the pan to the table?

Your brain finally betrays you and you snap.

“Yes, Nicholas. Because you’re fucking distracting and I don’t need distractions.” you huff. You might have sounded harsher if it didn’t all come out as a strained whisper-shout.

You’re nearly trembling and it strikes you with fear because how could you be so affected by him? How could you feel so tense and adrenalised from just a random conversation?

How could you want him this much?

You hadn’t even voiced it in your own mind, but now it hits you with a blistering clarity.

You wanted him so fucking much.

To touch him, to feel him, to say his name as if he was actually yours. You didn’t know if you were falling in love with him, that question was too difficult for you to face right now, but you were definitely falling somehow - flailing even, swept off your feet as he pulled the rug beneath it when you were least expecting.

You don’t wait for him to reply, thinking you probably over stepped and sounded ridiculous and not to mention rude. You get up with a screech of your chair and leave.

“Hey, YN, wait!” Nicholas comes after you, catching your wrist and pulling you back gently. “What’s going on?”

You hate the weight of his eyes, their concern burning a hole through you but you force yourself to look up for just a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just a little tense, don’t mind it.” you try to extract your hand and go but he doesn’t let you go yet.

“You should eat something.” he says and you let him pull you back to the table.

You sit in silence, starting to eat so it doesn’t look like you’re avoiding a conversation. You’d failed your initial goal, the awkwardness settling over you like a blanket.

You should have just avoided him because now all you could think about was him as you ate.

He sat across from you so all you needed to do was raise your eyes to look at him.

To look at the way he picked up the glass of water, bringing it to his lips - god, his lips - sipping for a moment then deciding the thirst was overwhelming and tipping back the glass and his head, the majesty of his neck on full display as he swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed once, twice-

Then he looks right at you, at your hungry eyes and seems to see right through you.

“YN, what’s wrong?” he puts the glass down.

“I told you, I’m just tense. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.” you say neutrally.

“Don’t bullshit me. I know you better than that. Something’s bothering you. You can tell me. Am I not your friend?” he asks earnestly, almost hurt.

You sigh. “Yes, Nicholas, you’re my friend.” you say. “But you’re also my husband.” you say as if that explains everything. It leaves him more confused than ever.

He doesn’t say anything else, waiting for you elaborate and after a while you do.

“You were right.” you begin. Nicholas frowns comically.

“Now I know something’s definitely wrong.” he mumbles. “What was I right about? I feel like I would remember such a momentous occasion.”

His comment makes a smile threaten to break out on your face. Trust Nicholas to only take that away from what you were about to say.

“Remember on the island, that night we couldn’t sleep. You were talking about how eventually we’re going to have needs and we won’t know what to do about it.” you explain. “I think I’m getting there and it’s really frustrating.”

Nicholas is pensive for a moment, as if he’s really thinking about a solution. It’s kind of funny to see him take this conundrum more seriously than most other things.

“That makes a lot of sense.” he concludes finally. Now it’s your turn to be confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been avoiding me lately,” you feel a pang of guilt. “And you’ve been quiet and grouchy and…” he trails off.

“And what?” you press, feeling far too exposed from Nicholas’ observations.

“And you’ve been looking at me as if you want to eat me.” he says. “You’re not slick, you know.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. So he’d definitely clocked it.

“R-right.” you say, your embarrassment making you stutter. “Let me leave with my pride.” you get up again, abandoning your plate. Bringing this up had been a bad idea.

“That’s it?” Nicholas asks after you. You stop. “You’re not going to ask me what I think about it?”

What would he think? And why does he want you to ask?

“Do I want to know?” you think out loud. “Fine, what to do you think about it?” you say turning back around expectantly. Nicholas gets up and walks up to you, not quite closing the distance between you. You almost step back on instinct.

“I think we shouldn’t just leave it alone.” he says looking at you. His eyes are searching your face, as if looking for the slightest hint of reluctance. You’re sure he won’t be able to find any.

“So you want to talk about it?” you check.

“Yes.”

“And what are you going to say about it?” you ask, suddenly sceptical.

“I think we should try having sex.” he says as if it’s no big deal. You blink. You must have heard him wrong. “YN?” he asks when you don’t say anything. “Is that not what you were talking about? Because if it’s not then this is so fucking embarrassing-”

“It was.” you reassure him. “I just didn’t expect that.”

Nicholas tilts his head. “Then what did you expect? For me to say no?” he steps closer. Your body reacts immediately, a shiver crawling up your spine. Ugh, he hadn’t even touched you and you were freaking out. “For me to turn you down when it’s been on my mind too?” he steps further. You feel anchored to the floor for the moment.

“It has?”

He nods. “Especially that day.” he says. “I heard…” he hesitates. “Nevermind.” he concludes.

You’re almost too embarrassed to respond. “Whatever you heard, ignore it.” you daren’t look up and meet his eyes.

“How can I?” he demands suddenly. Your eyes snap towards him. “How can I ignore the way you said my name like that?”

His name? You swear you hadn’t even let that slip, unless-

Your dream. You must have been sleep talking too.

You wait for the ground to swallow you up but it doesn’t. Instead, Nicholas’ eyes pierce into you.

“Why so shy now, YN?” he asks, condescending. “After moaning my name, you act as if it never happened.” he continues. You can’t tell if he’s angry or amused or both somehow. “Are you that proud? Or are you ashamed of what you want?”

“No.” you almost cower under his stare but will yourself to keep standing straight.

“Then why do you keep doing this?” he sighs, deflated. “You used to say exactly what you meant, but you never do anymore. What happened? Why can’t you just tell me what you want?” he looks at you, almost desperately. “Please? Tell me what you want.”

You realise that you’d gotten much closer in the span of a few seconds, the two of you subconsciously moving until you’re almost backed into the wall. You can feel the heat radiating off his body.

You stay stunned for a moment. You weren’t used to being asked what you wanted. Your whole life had been you being told what to do, how to be, your choices being manipulated at every turn. Indeed, you’d been taught not to ask for anything because you already had everything, so what more could you possibly want?

What did you want?

Nicholas’ eyes hold yours persistently, compelling you to speak.

What did you really want?

“You.” you breathe. “I want you.” you mumble, heart starting to race.

You think you imagine it, but there’s a certain twinkle that appears in his eyes, a smugness that can only be the result of being proven correct. It sends a thrum of excitement buzzing to the pit of your belly.

“You want me to what?” he continues, closing in on you, eyes growing hungrier. Somehow his energy makes you grow more confident. Or desperate.

“I want you to kiss me.” you say, betraying yourself.

“And?” You hesitate. “Oh, c’mon, YN. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me.” he says, voice low.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s better.” he praises, mouth hovering close to yours with a smirk. “So you were thinking about me, hmm?” he doesn’t give in to you just yet, keeping his face close but lips just out of reach, his nose brushing against yours. “Were you imagining me fucking you dumb?” but it’s not a question; he’s informing you of your thoughts in case you’d forgotten.

“Maybe,” you whisper, feeling a wave of goosebumps when one of Nicholas’ hands snuck up to your waist, fingers finding your skin in the gap between your clothes.

“Interesting.” he replies, sliding that same hand up your skin and taking the fabric of your shirt with it only to let it drop. Fucking tease. “I was thinking about it too, wondering about what was underneath that little sleep shirt of yours. Or what you did when you locked yourself in your room.”

You tense up at the mention of your room. Had he seen or heard anything else?

“Oh?” Nicholas asks without withdrawing even a millimetre. “I was only guessing but I guess I was right.” he teases. “I can totally imagine it; your fingers just aren’t enough, are they?” he continues, having a total field day making you squirm with just his words. You shift slightly as if to prove his point.

“You sure talk a lot, Nicholas, are you sure you want to do this?” you sass back, ready to hit a nerve. And you surely did because Nicholas draws back, assessing you for a moment silently. You stare back expectantly, finally gaining some confidence in your actions.

He doesn’t say another word.

Instead, he pulls your body forward, flush against his and catches your lips with his. You’re semi-expecting but it still takes you a split second to kiss him back properly, eyes falling closed. You hold on to his shoulders for stability and let him deepen the kiss.

The kiss was searing, way too hot and desperate, and you could feel his intent. You knew that you wanted him but you were certain that he wanted you too now. There was an undeniable chemistry between you, a magnetic pull that couldn’t be torn apart so easily.

You can feel yourself starting to burn up, need starting to crawl under your skin. You stifle a moan when his tongue starts to play with yours, the sound reverberating straight into his mouth. It only seems to spur him on and push you up against the wall, hands grabbing at the back of your thighs to prop you up in his arms. The motion spreads your legs to accommodate his figure between them, his crotch pressing right into your clothed heat. You can feel him growing hard against you while you make out vehemently, the sensation driving you crazy immediately as you feel a familiar ache take hold of you.

As much as you love what you’re doing now, your desperation only gets stronger and you feel like you might explode. You practically claw at Nicholas’ vest, trying to get his attention but also get the damn thing off. He gets the message and starts to pull it off, breaking the kiss with a gasp so he can whip it off, all while still keeping you propped up. When he presses up against you again, you can feel the heat of his skin even through your own t-shirt. He slows for a moment, as if giving you a chance to speak, or catch your breath, mouth touching yours softly before moving to its side and then to your cheek.

“Should we go?” he breathes between kisses. You nod languidly, too lost in the haze that’s taken over your vision.

“Yeah,” you manage, somehow incredibly breathless.

Nicholas doesn’t let you go, but opts to carry you off. You grab onto him tightly and let him walk to his room, the closer of the two in your house. It’s a second until you’re lying on his bed, his weight on top of you while you start to shed layers of clothes. You don’t even think to be self-conscious about your very bland and boring underwear since you’re too busy sucking face with your husband.

It starts to sink in as to what you’re doing and that Nicholas had made it clear he was at your disposal, your brain starting to wake up to the endless possibilities of what you could do. It had been a while and you wanted to do a lot, your greed eating away at you. You break away for a second, mind made up on what you wanted first.

“Nico?” you say. He hums in response while moving down to nose at your neck while you catch your breath. “I wanna suck you off, please?” you add for good measure, though you were sure he wouldn’t need that much convincing - who would?

He does straighten up to look at you though, suddenly wide awake. “Really?” you almost laugh at his hopeful expression.

“Yeah, now move.” you practically overturn him so he lands on his back. You crawl on top of him, kissing him one last time on the mouth then migrating down, neck, chest, abs until you get to his clothed member. He does nothing but stare down at you in fascination, his eyes clouded with lust. You loved that look; it was exactly what you were trying to achieve.

“Surprised?” you ask, trailing a finger lightly down the protruding hardness in his boxers.

“A little, but I’m excited to see this side of you.” he admits, tongue swiping over his lower lip.

“Hm, you haven’t seen a damn thing yet, sweetheart.” you assure him.

“I know you’re not bark and no bite, so show me, YN.” he prompts.

You slide the material down, making sure it drags across his skin, to reveal his cock, all too hard and red, before you take his length into your hand, letting the waist band snap back. Nicholas barely flinches at the contact but you don’t miss the micro-flutter of his eyes.

You lean in, swiping a hand over his tip to collect any precum to use as lube, sliding your closed fist down the length of his dick before taking his tip into your mouth. He’s girthier than average so you definitely feel the tiniest stretch, but it only registers for a second while you adjust your stance and run your tongue over his head, tracing different shapes over his slit. It seems to be working because Nicholas’ abs relax and contract as he sucks in a shaky breath, body responding to your touch.

You gain some confidence and start to jerk him off with your hand while keeping his tip in your mouth, spit starting to drip out and down his shaft, while you switch between sucking and using your tongue, watching his face contort in pleasure while you work him towards an orgasm. He can’t seem to contain himself anymore and sighs quietly, a near moan escaping his lips while you start to take him further into your mouth and down your throat. You’d warmed up by now, ready to make his head spin.

You try your best not to gag as your head bobs up and down, eyes closing for a moment to enjoy the sensation. You could swear your pussy was leaking by now but you resist the urge to touch yourself - you’d waited this long, so a while longer wouldn’t make a difference. You look back up at him after a moment, meeting his eyes, making sure he was still watching you as you slowly slid him out of your mouth to take a breather. His eyes are unmistakably glazed over but he’s fighting to look back at you.

You keep pumping your hand while your free hand comes up to wipe the spit that gathered at the edges of your mouth.

“That good?” you ask, already knowing the answer from the way Nicholas’ chest falls and rises as he pants, mouth agape.

“Really fucking good…” he mutters, voice hoarse with pleasure. He clears his throat half-heartedly. “Should have done this way earlier,” he starts to straighten up, which confuses you. “Because I swear I might die if I don’t fuck you right now.” he doesn’t give you a moment to process even though you’d already frozen just from the way he was looking at you.

Then you’re on your back, one of Nicholas’ hands around your waist keeping you flushed against him. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh and you can feel your hole react, clenching over nothing with need.

“Drama queen.” you mumble just before he catches your mouth with his again. It feels all too good to kiss him again, skin to skin, completely lost in the way your body fits against his.

You chase his mouth when he pulls away again.

“Let me get protection-”

“I don’t mind it without,” you say before having a change to overthink. Nicholas just blinks at you. “I just finished my period,” you say for clarification. He sighs in relief. “I’m clean so if you are too, then forget it.”

“I’m good too but are you sure?” he asks, clearly sceptical but you can’t help but find the little tinge of hope in his voice entertaining. Nicholas was a man after all.

“Yeah, we’ll just use condoms next time.” you shrug, then mentally hit yourself. Your words hang in the air.

‘Next time’?

Would there even be a next time?

Maybe in your head, there was already a next time, then a time after that, and a time after that again-

“Alright,” he replies, a half-smirk appearing on his face. The amusement in his voice is obvious while he pushes you up to the pillows so you can rest your head there.

The two of you adjust until your legs are spread wide enough to allow him access to your dripping cunt. You can’t tear your eyes away as you watch Nicholas line himself up to your hole, the head of his cock teasing your folds, spreading your arousal around.

You moan loudly in relief, throwing your head back and melting into the bed, when you feel him finally slide in, stretching you gently inch by inch. You can’t stop your body from arching into Nicholas, hands finding purchase on his biceps for stability. He hoists you up by your hips a little in response, grabbing one of the spare pillows to lodge under your back so you can keep this angle as he bottomed out.

You almost choke on air as you feel him deep in your guts, his length filling you to the brim. You have no words, looking at him dumbly as he starts to rock his hips into yours gently. The slide of his cock against your walls feels far too good for you to disturb this quiet pace. Instead, sounds of your pleasure tumble out of your mouth, uncensored and too loud to your own ears.

But you can’t help it.

You’re so far gone, so fucked out that every wall you put up, every facade you kept up, everything comes crashing down. Nicholas’ head drops to your shoulder, his breath hot on your sensitive neck while he grips your hips tightly for leverage. He’s mostly sighing quietly, a few contained hums and moans reverberating through his chest and into you.

“Look at you, Mrs Wang,” he murmurs, obviously teasing. “Such a mess for me, hmm.” he kisses the spot just under your ear and it sends a light shiver to your spine.

You can’t even form a coherent sentence to retort with. You barely squeeze his arm in response, trying to quieten your moans down because clearly it was going to your husband’s head.

“What’s that? Nothing to say anymore?” he continues, driving his hips into yours with deliberate precision. It’s as if he knows that you need more already but he wants you to say it.

“Please,” you manage, nails digging into his skin.

“Please what, baby?” he hums, one hand snaking up your torso to play with your chest.

You whine from the sudden stimulation. “Harder, N-nico, please.” you let out pathetically. You don’t recognise your own breathy voice with the way its laced with need.

“Harder?” he questions, raising his head to smile at you. You look at him closely for the first time in a few minutes and notice his lips are flushed and swollen, so you can only imagine what you must look like. “Alright.” he agrees then pulls away, large hands lifting you up slightly so he can toss the pillow away. You don’t really see it flying off in your peripheral vision because you’re too focused on the way Nicholas wraps your legs around his waist securely and presses you into the bed.

The pace he starts is gruelling and knocks the wind out of you as he begins fucking you into the mattress, cock buried in your cunt and barely sliding out. You yelp in surprise but then groan at how amazing it feels, the head of cock hitting that one spot continuously until you think you’re going to black out. You cling on to Nicholas however you can while his hand curls around your cheek and the back of your head to keep your eyes on him while he rearranges your insides.

You start to feel an orgasm starting to build up despite the lack of attention on your clit and you wonder if you could just reach between your bodies and-

“Are you close?” Nicholas interrupts your only, albeit partially formed, thought in a while.

“Yeah, close…” you pant.

It’s enough for Nicholas to slow down and then pull out completely and you whine in confusion.

“Turn around, c’mon.” he says, helping you sit up and scramble around until you’re on your knees. You can feel Nicholas’ body practically on top of yours, gently pushing you down until you’re resting on your elbows, ass up in the air and he lines himself up again with your hole. You moan quietly when he slides back in, the change of angle refreshing but just as mind-numbing. You’re not sure how long you’d last propped up like this but it doesn’t matter when Nicholas starts fucking you from behind.

You bury your face in the mattress, the soft sheets under your cheek while your husband pounds into you, rocking your whole body with the force of his thrusts. It’s possibly the roughest anyone’s ever been with you but you were enjoying it more than you’d ever admit.

There’s not much activity happening in your brain, but your body certainly knew it - this was the most mind blowing sex you’d ever experienced and you didn’t know if it was just because it had been a long time since you’d slept with anyone or because Nicholas was that good, or maybe even because you were married and you’d definitely see each other in the morning.

You moaned into the bed, your voice muffled but still loud while Nicholas wrecked your pussy, his own moans getting louder as he buried himself deeper with every thrust if that was possible.

“Fuck, i-it feels so good, Nico.” you babble, hands fisting the sheets underneath you.

“Yeah?” his voice thicker and gruffer than you’d ever heard it before. “You like my cock so much, baby?” he teases you.

“Yes!” you whine in approval. “Love your cock so much…” you reply, feeling like you’re melting into the bed. “Nico, I’m close,” you manage.

“Me too, baby, c’mere,” he pants. One hand snakes around your body and finds its way to your clit, his fingers starting to rub circles gently.

“Put your hand around my throat,” you say suddenly, head swimming with pleasure.

“Damn,” Nicholas hisses. “I didn’t know my baby was so nasty.” he chuckles, but complies, helping you rise up so you could lean back on him while his hands worked your body into a frenzy. “You’re such a pretty slut for me, YN.” he whispers in your ear. “Letting me fuck your tight little pussy raw.”

You didn’t know why but his words made you whine even more, hole clenching tightly as your orgasm finally hit, shaking your body to the core. The pleasure was too immense, your hands clinging onto Nicholas’ forearms for stability, though you knew he wouldn’t let you fall, the muscle enveloping you sturdy.

You’re not sure if you screamed or moaned, swore or cried Nicholas’ name but you were sure that you might get a noise complaint if your neighbours were home.

The next thing you know is that you’re on your back again, Nicholas above you as he spreads your legs and buries his cock into your sopping cunt as your walls still spasm from the orgasm, extending the waves of pleasure running through your body.

This time you can feel him chasing his own high, head hung low and resting on your shoulder as he grunts quietly into your skin, which shines with a thin sheen of sweat. Your hand makes its way to stroke the back of his neck, fingertips light on his skin.

“You fuck me so well, Nico, feel so fucking good.” you praise him, making an effort to move your mouth between moans. “Want your cum so bad, come on my tits.” He doesn’t say anything but hums in acknowledgement, a stray cracked moan escaping his lips as you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

Nicholas pulls out of you swiftly, large hand wrapping around his leaking cock and pumping until he comes with a groan, thick ropes of cum colouring your chest.

He seems to be barely holding on and keels over on the bed next to you, matching your heavy breaths and staring up at the ceiling.

“That was very necessary.” you comment when you finally catch your breath.

“Oh yup, incredibly.” he agrees, nodding.

You lie there for a minute, coming down slowly as your head clears and your heart stops hammering in your chest and it dawns on you what you just did and who you did it with.

It didn’t make sense suddenly; Nicholas was so good in bed - you knew that anything you’d had until now paled in comparison. He could most certainly have anyone he wanted, so the question rang through your mind: why would he end up with you?

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Nicholas touches your hand gently, pulling you away from your thoughts. “Unless…” he trails off. Your pussy reacts before your brain and you can’t help but smile a little.

“Round two?” you suggest, thoughts becoming a foreign concept once again. Nicholas grins back at you.

“Round two.” he says, closing the distance between you and kissing you again.

a/n: thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3 so yeah that happened, things are about to get complicated for YN yay-[gunshots]

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