#equal parts still wanting to do good but also out of getting a thrill out of the fight and bloodlust

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Sex With Spencer Reid All Seasons (season 3)

If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Thank you.

This will cover what I believe sex would be like with Spencer Reid from season 1 to 15. Warning contains adult situations, Sex. Dirty talk, Orgasms, Crying, Spoilers for all seasons and Spencer Reid being a sex God.

Also includes fingering and oral sex. (Female receiving only.)

These are a little bit longer than I anticipated them to be because I wanted to give a back story as to why the sex is the way that it is for each season. To give it in depth feeling of why Spencer was the way that he was in bed that season.  So I will be posting them by each season rather than all at once. I hope this gives you something to look forward to, and please leave comments,  I will be leaving links to the next season below.

You are a new agent at the BAU and Spencer Reid's girlfriend, the one who takes his virginity and has sex with him for all 15 seasons and beyond.

Spencer Reid knew the first time he saw you walk through the doors of the BAU that you were the one that he was going to love forever. The first time you smiled, he knew it was the only smile that he ever wanted to wake up to. The first time he touched your hand, he knew yours was the only hand he ever wanted to hold. The first time he kissed you, he knew your lips were the only ones that he ever wanted to have pressed against his own. and the first time he made love to you, he knew you were the only one he ever wanted to do this with, and he also knew he would never be the same you or his life now, his love and his only desire.

season 1

season 2

Season 3

In Season 3 Spencer is getting used to the idea that he no longer has Jason Gideon and now has a new team member David Rossi. he obviously still misses Jason Gideon, as he was a very good friend of Spencer's. He's also a big fan of David Rossi's writing, so he's thrilled to have him be a part of the team. The team also thought that they were going to lose Penelope

 During that time, she was shot by a killer who she thought was someone who liked her. even After Morgan advised her not to go out with this man, it resulted in JJ having to kill him. It also introduced Penelope to Kevin Lynch, the man who would eventually become her boyfriend.

In Season 3 Spencer finally decides to dabble in the world of oral sex. Something that shocked you since the way he feels about germs and touching people. But he never had a problem 

kissing you. Or touching you in any way. So it really shouldn't have been much of a surprise to you. But you were both very eager to try it out. You knew that he had to be good at it, since he's 

good at everything else. And you have to admit, since you lost your virginity with Spencer and had never had oral sex yourself. But you've heard about how good it is. And but judging by the 

way that he licks his lips all the time, you know he has to have a skilled tongue. He waited until a night that he knew he was going to have the next day off so that he could spend as much time 

with you as possible and practice this new skill that he was wanting to learn. He waited until the night that he knew you both had the next day off, so that he could spend as much time with you 

as possible and work on learning this new skill that he's so excited to try. You laid in the middle of the bed and opened your legs wide for him, something that he always loved the sight of, but 

tonight is even more excited for a different reason, since it's the first time he's actually going to taste you. "Are you ready?" He asked you looking in your eyes with love. When you shake your 

head in pant yes, equally as excited as he is, he made his way down to the edge of the bed and licked his lips before licking you for the first time, a feeling that almost drove you right over the 

edge. The moan that you let out caused Spencer to chuckle and look up at you. "Honey I've only barely licked your clit tip once and you're already ready to orgasm?". You panted and told him "I 

can't help it. It felt that good God are you good at everything that you do?". 

"I sure hope so" he told you before licking you once more. still not to sure of himself he keeps asking "how am i doing?" 

"does it feel good, "are you enjoying it?" He was the best oral sex giver that you could have ever hoped for. The licking, the sucking, the way his thin long fingers slid into you with ease, making it feel 

even better than you ever imagined, this moment was even more magical than you could have ever dreamed of. After he gave you four orgasms, he finally was ready to be inside of you. 

Actually, he was ready to be inside of you after the first loud moan that you let out. Needless to say, the two of you enjoyed a very sexy and pleasurable weekend together before you were called the way on yet another case.

A case that would Threaten Spencer to spiral back into the drug world. A teen boy being killed in front of him. A boy who he tried to help but was not able to. Something caused by a girl named Lindsey, a girl who would haunt him later in his life.

Spencer ended up attending a meeting in hopes that he wouldn't reenter the drug world. Thankfully he did not re-enter the world of drugs and used his abilities to be able to save another young man Named Owen.

After Hotch talked with Spencer on the jet, Spencer really no longer felt any need to use the drug that once destroyed him.

 Spencer was happy to get back home with you and get into bed. The one place that he always felt safe and loved.

#doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #reid

[akutasoda]

i love ur writing so much, i cant hold myself back from requesting <333 this is my first time requesting something !!

i dont really know how to start this but what if the bsd characters (im not picky with them so you can pick any!!) were to meet the reader that has the same personality as Sparkle in Honkai starrail? Sorry if this doesnt make sense-

if u can write this then thank u!! if i requested this at the wrong time then im sorry

a thousand faces

synopsis - when they meet someone that is engrossed in theatrics

includes - yosano, nikolai, jouno, ayatsuji

warnings - gn!reader - based off sparkle, fluff, slight crack, wc - 789

a/n: thank you!! <3 it made perfect sense dw :)

taglist - @vi-chan07

akiko yosano ★↷

↪if she thought ranpo had a thing for dramatic reveals she'd be proven wrong. to her, you clearly had some sort of unhealthy love toward theatrical actions that brought you 'amusement' - so much so that it would the only thing to interest you.

↪ because she wasn't exactly the most out there and amusing person, you saw no business with her but somewhere you must of found something to amuse yourself.

↪she could tell you were unscrupulous. no regard for moral principles, no regard for how much you'd lie and no hesitation to play unfairly. to her that was concerning, nothing good could come from being associated with someone like you.

↪but you were still completely hard to read. never would she expect to understand you thoughts or actions and while that scared her slightly, it also made her more on edge around you. never knowing what you would do next.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪a master of theatrics such as himself could easily understand another maestro of theatrics. that's what drew him to you and you to him. you both lived for some kind of amusement even though your love for it stemmed deeper than his - afterall he longed for freedom more so.

↪you two would be the equivalent of a clown and an actor. you both had little regard for mortality and would happily play dirty if it meant achieving what you oh so desired - you both lived for the thrill of theatrics and attention.

↪although he could understand your love for amusement, he still couldn't read you. he couldn't tell what you were going to do, say or think - all he could do was understand why you acted so afterwards. but really that made you all the more interesting.

↪you found alot of amusement in nikolai. he was exactly the kind of person that could reflect and different yet mostly familiar side to your usual antics. it was also his dedication to the art of performance that grabbed your attention.

↪you were both equally cunning maestro's of dangeroud theatrics, each for their own reason and goal yet you could still understand one another. afterall the art of performance could be understood by it's accompanying actors. (theatre kids fr)

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪for someone who thought on the side of justice, he was incredibly morally gray. it was that twisted side of him that would lead to him grabbing your attention as you reckoned he would aid to your 'amusement' in his own way.

↪jouno hated the way he couldn't read you - well he couldn't see you but there was something about you that preventing him picking up anything through his senses. some actors can perfect complete control of their body and it's emotions, you were no different.

↪he could tell that you always looked for some way to be extravagant. to seek that amusement through any means necessary, mostly when it's outgoing and attracts the attention of anyone. a part of him wanted to respect that.

↪he could also tell that you were very particulate and only got attracted or engaged in things is if they promised amusement or some form of art of performance.

↪for a while he did find you slightly annoying but he would get used to the way you were rather outgoing and predicament.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪he has met quite the range of characters after solving 50 000 cases as a detective for 20 years. all ranging from enclosed and secluded people to the extravagant outgoing ones who like to run their mouths, but he would have to admit he's never met someone like you.

↪while he could compare you to certain people, they all don't have the same level of dedication you do to theatrics and amusement. because the only thing that grabbed your attention was 'amusement' you tended to ignore him for a while - he wasn't fun in your eyes.

↪but he found you interesting. he couldn't read you at all, couldn't understand why you acted the way you did or even what you could be thinking. the only thing he could tell about you was that you clearly had no moral principles.

↪you could lie and lie or even go back on your words without a minute of trepidation if it meant you received the 'amusement' you wanted. and that interested him - how far would you be willingly to go?

↪he could actually admire your dedication to theatrics - not so much understand but he found it admirable nonetheless.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd yosano #yosano x reader #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #bsd jouno #jouno x you #jouno x reader #bsd ayatsuji #bsd yukito ayatsuji #yukito ayatsuji x reader #ayatsuji x reader

[moumouton4]

Imagine illumi zoldyck having to marry a female tengen uzui.

Why because she is from the special uzui clan and when she helped the others save killua they let him go if she married him.

Him getting called unflamboyant and he is just standing there 🕴🏻

Imagine Him Having To Marry You || Irumi Zoldyck x Uzui!fem!reader

A/n : Hiiiiii there ! Here is it ! It's my first work on the Hunter x Hunter world so I hope the fandom is going to like it 🍦

A/n 2 : Also yall tell me if there is a real difference between Irumi and Illumi 🤔 Like is it disturbing ?

Warnings : Fluff, quick mention of making love, nothing graphic

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1673

You’ve always been fascinated in how the most improbable and thrilling adventures happened to you out of all the people. And yes, even today as you were getting ready was no exception

You who were always the master of your destiny, it's as if something happened that day when you met him. Something out of your splendid reach

At this time, you left your village and your family to apply for the Hunter exam ( no joke I wrote Chünin 😂 )

You were peacefully running your first 80km in the first trial when you heard two young voices chuckling. You slightly picks up your pace to join them at their level

Once there you were kinda dumbfounded to see such young boys take part in an exam that is reputed to be so difficult. You watched them for a moment - with no ulterior motive like Hisoka - one dressed in green and carrying a fishing rod, and the other with white hair on a skateboard - ingenious but not flashy enough as running and showing off his stamina in tough times

Then your attention turned to the subject of their laughter. You smiled brightly when you saw your little mice running along. Many disappointing candidates had given up, but they were still as brave as ever

"How do simple smiles manage to run such a distance?" said the boy on the board.

"In any case, they certainly deserve their place" said the cheerful one

"Careful what you say they're not just mice" your voice boomed behind them, making both heads turn while you were still running "They're Shino Buff Mice but you can call them Ninjus" you said proudly. It was Tengen, your brother who insisted that you take the mice who work for him with you, just in case

"It's truly extraordinary !" the black haired boy spoke, sounding fascinated. And you didn't mind, at least someone appreciated the family's magnificence

"And how old are you, anyway ?" spoke to his comrade. You looked at him incredulously before giving him your age, almost equal to your long years of hard training ( let's just say you're an adult because Irumi is 24 😭 )

After that moment, you went on to befriend the two boys and the two others they'd met. You formed a fine team and everyone saw you more or less as a big sister to lean on. Frankly, you really enjoyed showing them what you were capable of and what you could contribute

The two boys were very fond of you, seeing in you a member of their family they hadn't known before

So it was without a second thought that you followed Gon, Leorio and Kurapika towards Kukuroo Mountain to rescue - well it's harsh but it's true - your friend from the clutches of his family

And not to brag, but it was easy enough to accomplish. At first he didn't want to let him go, but when Kirua's mother eventually recognized you, she decided to offer you a deal. It was simple, and from her point of view, it was like being served up to you on a silver platter

The deal was simple we'd let Kirua go with her friends on condition that you sign a promise of marriage with her eldest son, Irumi

Of course, he didn't know about it, and between you and me, he'd seen you during the exam. He liked you, of course, but you were taking up a lot of space with the way you behaved, and well, he was more the discrete type

But his mother was sure he would accept for the greater good of his family. After all, you were an Uzui, descended from a powerful ninja clan. You'd make a wonderful assassin for the Zoldyck family, and you and Irumi's offspring would help keep the family's prestige intact even after your generation

You accepted eagerly, it was a challenge that only the greatest could meet and face. So it was for you and also you found Irumi very handsome, his charm hiding a certain darkness that you enthusiastically wanted to get to know.

Kirua refused but you insisted before slipping into his ear that this way you could really become his big sister, bringing a shy smile on his face as he turned his head on the side "You're just so stupid" he mumbled

So when the big day arrived, you stood there proudly holding your brother's arm as he walked you down the aisle. In front of you stood the man who was to be your future husband. His dark blue suit subtly accentuated his muscular build, while the golden needles finely stitched into his jacket enhanced the look

Looking at you, he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. The way your white diamond dress with hints of violet gave you a sophisticated look. Like the way your corset hugged your chest perfectly down to your hips to mark your waist. Gosh you were gorgeous and he just wanted to be tonight. For someone who didn't really want to get married, he seemed very eager now

Your brother's manicured hands tightened on your waist as you both approached Irumi, and he gave him a dark look, meaning that if a disappointment were to happen, he would deeply regret it

Irumi looked unimpressed, at his threat

The ceremony went off without a hitch, despite the Tengen women crying their eyes out

Strangely enough, you both got on very quickly. You have more or less similar views of the world and especially of the fact that you are superior to many people

Though in the beginning you cringe him so much when you��re loud in public. He wants to disappear. He is seriously not used to this kind of display

Otherwise, you suited him. You were beautiful, stylish, classy, strong... His mother was right your descendants will have everything going for them

There was just one thing he still couldn't get used to yet... your exuberance

You are always too much. Even if you don't mean to. But you can't help being loud, laughing aloud, talking any way you like at the risk of hurting people's feelings, nit that you cared anyways. Because yes, you spent your time roasting everyone, even him

"No, for the umpteenth time, I'm not going to paint my nails" he sighed, trying to concentrate on his next target's file

"Seriously ?!? How can my husband be so unflamboyant !" you almost shouted, making him grit his teeth

His body language gave nothing away. He was like 🕴🏻 "Your word doesn't make any sense" he answered dryly. But deep down he was a little offended. Look at his long ebony locks and his unique outfit, he was flamboyant

"Yes, it does, look at me. I'm flamboyant. Look at you, you're not" you sassed

"Can you stop already" he grumbled

You two kept arguing. But as odd as it may seem, that's what keeps you going, unblocks complex situations and shows you that against all odds, one will always be there for the other

Over time, the protectiveness he feels for his brother begins to shift toward you. He starts standing behind you like a shadow when you two are walking around. He gives people murderous looks. And you could almost hear him hiss like a snake if you got too close

But you know how obsessive he can be, you just put the basics right in his face. No, he wasn't going to doesn't like that with you. You don't even need it. People just by knowing you are from the Uzui clan - with your bandhead - clear the way

But there's one thing that will always amaze him, and that's the remarkable way you surprise him, Irumi Zoldyck

One time you came up behind him and spanked him hard... he yelped. You're lucky he loves likes you because he would have wasted no time on killing you. At least you had the cleverness to do this when you too were alone

He should start to get suspicious and feel it coming but every time you go behind him he doesn't know if he should wait to get a spanking. So sometimes he discreetly holds his breath and closes his eyes. he just knows he is going to yelp

He doesn't like pda like at all. Don't try putting an arm around his shoulders, because he is going to pull away. Though if he sees anyone getting too close he is the type to wrap an arm aroud your waist and pull you flush against his chest

Also you’re both doms… So when you’re going at it, it looks like you’re fighting, but naked. You can do whatever with this info

Sometimes you have deep conversations. Like that day when he felt a little vulnerable after making love - yes not fucking, making love- and he asked you if like your brother you were into polygamy

That day you reassured him as best you could, explaining that not all the men on this planet are worth it

"No even Tegen. I swear he always thinks he is the flashiest but gosh he can be so loud and rude sometimes"

Irumi's eyes widened, and once again you'd surprised him. He kissed your forehead and left you to sleep, his body nestled close to yours. He was glad you answered seriously, because you usually laughed more than anything else when talking about serious subject

The subject of children hasn't come up yet, but you're both afraid his mother will put pressure on you. So Irumi decides to say that he's going to set up a base in another place to be closer to his field of action. But the truth is, he wants to get away from his family and closer to you

He's still creepy and bloodthirsty, but with you he feels like he was starting from scratch. And he'd never felt such excitement - well except on your honeymoon

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Taglist : @foxxymunson , @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople , @glossy1pearl

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter imagine #hunter x hunter x reader #irumi zoldyck #irumi zoldyck x reader #irumi zoldyck imagine #illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck imagine #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi x reader #demon slayer #tengen uzui #request #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui fluff #kny tengen #fluff #miri-writes

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

You're killin' me!

Quick summary: Phantom and Maverick have had their fair share of head-butting – competition, ego and feelings don't mix well, apparently. Finally, however, they seem to reach a peace after a day on the beach.

Word count: 3K (getting into writing these shorter fits woo!)

Warnings: Kind of angsty but also you make out so like is it really that bad; allusions to smut; lots of swear words; yeah, not much for this, it's pretty PG.

A/N: YAYYY, I'm back, sort of but also not really but also ENJOY THIS FIC. Yes, technically it is an extract from an unfinished chapter of the mav x reader Wattpad story I'm halfway through writing (yes, I have a wattpad, it's called nonoitsnina), and maybe (BIIIIG emphasis on MAYBE) I will do a second part where y'all actually fuck and stuff but for now just take this. If anyone's still slinking around the Top Gun stuff, that is. Also, Bee is your RIO here. Just to preface. And Phantom (YOUR CALL-SIGN) shortens to Tommy or Tom from time to time but like if you read the Wattpad book (YES I KNOW I SOUND LIKE A SCARY 14 YEAR OLD) it makes more sense. OKAY ENJOY COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED HAVE A LOVELY JUBBLY DAY

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Stupid smiles plastered bright across their faces, Bee and Goose are already dashing down the road, speed-walking like a couple of suburban mothers, one swathed in a beach towel and picnic blanket, the other lopsided with a half-empty cooler grasped in one hand. 

I watch them go, brow furrowed, over my shoulder, slightly disconcerted. 

“I guess they—�� Mav pauses, then huffs, equally as confused, “—really wanted those ice-creams.”

Sure. That’s why they keep glancing back at us and giggling like idiots: ice-creams. 

Maverick and I are strolling along the boardwalk back home – despite washing my feet at the tap, there’s still sand between my toes that tickles my skin with every step, but I could care less. He’d asked if I wanted us to take the bus—but I’d said no. Call me a loon (Bee certainly would), but, even after a full day of work—or play—nothing beats sitting outside in the quiet. Except sleep, I guess. But, when I can keep my eyes open, looking out a good view—and, boy, is this watercolour sunset some view—is perfect. After growing up in a city full of dust and cracks, I’ve embraced it: I’m gonna be one of those old ladies in a rocking chair on her porch, day and night, night and day.

Having just finished my own crêpe, I eat Maverick’s. When I ask him if he’s bothered by it, he tells me he’d bought them both for me in the first place. 

Sweet. Y’know, I really thought I was a good judge of character. I had to be, to be fair, growing up, pursuing this career – you must always assume the worst until proven otherwise. That’s the safe way, and it’s served me well. Until it had me screaming and yelling at everyone. That’s not—right. It makes me absolutely nauseous. 

So, all of these estimated traits, good and bad, have either been tossed or been filtered out.

It boils down to Maverick and his easy grin. He walks along the edge of the sidewalk, just looking at me with that goddamn easy grin. I’ve half a mind to slap him, just to give me a break from his attention. It makes me horribly self-conscious, forces a little thrill on me, like when you’re at the apex of a rollercoaster, just about to tip over. It feels like that, but it also feels like light streaming through a half-blinded window, so the warmth just collects there on the sill so that, when you touch it, you wish you could roll under it like a blanket. Of course, that warmth accumulates. I’m sweating. Like—a—pig. 

Jesus, I want to scream into my hands with how good he looks. His dark hair is still slightly damp with seawater, stiff in some places and criminally soft in others. Every now and then, he’ll pull at the white button-up that sticks just a little to his chest, to the contours of his stomach, and fan the skin there. Jesus Christ. My hands are basically twitching to touch him there, to feel the heat of him beneath my palm, solid and beating gently with his heartbeat. I clasp my fingers very tightly around my fork, my crêpe slip, concentrating it all into one point. 

I can’t tell if feeling like this is the best or the worst. Jesus, imagine if the other guys knew. They’d never shut up about it. Christ, they’d never take me seriously again. I don’t want to be the “girlfriend” – I want to be a formidable pilot. So many people just don’t think those two things can ever coexist. 

Not that I want to be a girlfriend. I couldn’t say that word out loud without feeling wrong. I’m a lot of things, but I don’t know if I could be that. 

A bike passes with an urgent ring of its bell, and Maverick twists his body in towards mine, hand hovering over my back, to push me out of the way from it. 

I go blank, scrambling to remember where we were in the conversation, mouth dry.

“So, you’re telling me,” I begin, grinning, “going into Return of the Jedi, you hoped that Luke and Leia would end up together?”

Mav sighs and rolls his eyes, tearing off a little of what remains of the crêpe. ‘Well, at the time, I didn’t know they we’re fuckin’ siblings—”

“Maverick, that is incest.”

“Come on!” he laughs, and it’s the best sound in the world. “Goose thought so, too! Luke’s the main guy, so, like, it’s not not logical to think he’d get the main girl, right—?”

“But it’s Han Solo!” I exclaim, throwing my head back with a snort. He smiles down at me, eyes warm, in a way that I’m probably misinterpreting and will replay over and over in my head when I’m trying to sleep in bed tonight. “I thought you’d be a Han Solo kind of guy.”

“What, I remind you of him?” He tosses his head back and smoulders. I fake a gag.

“Well, he’s just—he’s just—” I trail off into laughter. “He’s really—I can’t explain it! If you ask any girl, she’ll know what I mean. Han Solo is so—” I giggle again, remembering how stunned and attracted to him I was when I first watched A New Hope in the theatre. “He’s just a lot of things.”

“Oh, yeah?—like what?”

Gosh, I can feel myself burning up – does he have to lower his voice like that? Does he have to try and catch my eye? God, it’s almost easier to hate him, to be honest – at least then I wouldn’t be acting like such a puddle.

“Like, charming and daring and, um—and clever, and—I don’t know. It’s just the way he speaks or something.”

He hums, hands in his pockets, his dad’s jacket draped over his forearm – I don’t think I’ve seen him go anywhere without that leather jacket. “And you like those things?” he pushes.

I bark out a laugh. “C’mon, Maverick, everyone like those things.” True enough – I could be blind and still fall in love with Han Solo and his smooth-talking. “And why Luke? Even if they weren’t siblings, why him? He had zero chemistry with—”

“Because he’s the chosen one!”

“—yeah, well, he—”

“He’s cool! Luke is objectively cool. He’s a pilot, he’s a Jedi, he’s a leader, he’s—”

“What-ever!” I exclaim, scrunching up my nose at him, and we giggle into quiet. “I’m not saying I didn’t like him as a character – I think he’s an amazing character. I just wouldn’t fuck ‘im.” I cackle at the absurdity of it all.

We continue walking.

Maybe all of this will fade in a couple hours. Maybe it’s the magic of Top Gun, this beach, this dusk that settles in fast around us, the lights that illuminate the darkening boardwalk. It’ll all be over in a couple more weeks, anyway. Bee ‘n’ I’ll go back to the carrier and be on with things, and Maverick will do whatever it is that he does. I know Goose says we should make plans to meet after school’s out, but who really has the time to spare? So, thank God Mav didn’t ride in on his motorcycle, ‘cause, if he’d insisted I hop on and wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his shoulder and la-la-la, I’d be in great danger of sleeping with him.

“D’you wanna head straight back?”

I look up at him. “Hmm?”

Jesus, he needs to tone down his looks or something – it’s disarming, a hazard, really. Those green eyes are givin’ me some mean butterflies, alright. Nowadays, I’ll see him fresh out of the sky, hair spiky and dishevelled with sweat – he doesn’t wear helmet hair as well as others, that’s for certain – and I’ll have to bury my face in my locker. I’ll see him absentmindedly chewing on his dog-tags, and it’ll have me air-headed for the rest of a lecture. I can’t classify it as a distraction, but it’s—certainly not intended. My head isn’t screwed on so tight, and I can’t keep tipping up in the cockpit – I know my ambition to win and these thoughts about Maverick have no correlation, but, good God, maybe if I could just focus more in classes—

“There’s—” he starts, then swallows. “We could go to the pier. Not really a view anymore, but we could see some lights. Boats, maybe.”

“Yeah,” I reply, excitement jolting through my body.

“Yeah?” I nod. He smiles. “Okay.”

When he asks me if I’m cold, he readjusts his jacket on his arm, like he’s already made his mind up to lend it to me. Of course, I shake my head – I’d probably end up stinking up the damn thing with how much I seem to be sweatin’.

We take our time to the end of the pier. When we reach the railing, we step up onto the bar and lean out to look down at the softly lapping water.

“You—erm—”

I turn to look at him, and the stutter of his words stops abruptly, his eyes wide. He looks at me dumbly, like I’m one of the seven fuckin’ wonders. Now, I’ve seen Maverick drunk, stupid, and downright embarrassing himself—just think of the time she lost that fuckin’ lovin’ feeling—but, even when he doesn’t know something, he always keeps face. He always has something to say. Now?—now, here, he looks hopeless.

“You—”

“I what, Mitchell?” I grin, shoving my hair behind my ear in light of the strong breeze that suddenly billows in from across the sea. “Watching the ships, right?” There they are: little dots on the horizon.

He flushes, snapping his attention away. “Right.”

I know what’s coming – I pick up on all of it: the fidgeting of his hands, the downcast dart of his eyes, the way he bites down on the inside of his cheek. Though it kinda perks me up to begin with, I just end up wilting again at the reminder of a certain instructor who I am evidently not.

Still, it’s nice to hear him say: “It’s just—” I tilt my head towards him, “—I think you’ve got great eyes. Great everything really. I dunno. I think—you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

I snort. “That 4% really got to you, hey, Mav?”

He doesn’t laugh, just pauses, takes a second to think about what he’s going to say. “I—don’t know—how to say it.”

My heart drops—in the bad way. “What?"

“That I think about you—a lot.”

Oh, Christ. I let out a deep sigh, and, immediately, his face drops like a stone. “Oh, don’t do that, Maverick.”

“Do what?” he protests through a weak smile.

I recoil just a little bit: he’s a flirt, yes, but I didn’t take him for a dirtbag. “Do what?” my ass. He knows what. Blonde-hair-and-bright-eyes, who’s what. Think of how smart she is, how accomplished she is, how beautiful she is, how level and respected she is – all of these things and a man can still write Charlie of as not that big a deal? That’s fuckin’ low.

“You’re being mean,” I tell him firmly, trying to force down the disgust that pushes under my tongue and the embarrassment that burns over my cheeks.

Maybe Carole and Goose really weren’t exaggerating. Maybe he has got eight women all lined up for him, just waiting for him to call.

His hand makes to touch my shoulder but doesn’t end up making contact – it just hovers, unsure. Either way, I wasn’t going to let it happen. Either way, I find myself scurrying back, away.

Mav has the audacity to look confused. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to—”

“So, what?” I snap, hopping down from the railing and scowling unabashedly at him once more. “I’m one of those girls you string along?”

He laughs – only, it’s not cute anymore; it’s fucking annoying. “No—!”

The wind blows strongly, warm, still, but with the promise of a storm. I have to raise my voice in order to get myself across, I tell myself: “What?—you wanna challenge yourself, or something? Me and Charlie—?”

This?—this seems to piss him off. Mav’s expression crumples into indigence as he protests strongly again, “No—!"

“But—”

“Phantom,” he presses desperately, eyes pleading for me to listen – I’ve seen that expression on him before; every time I’ve ignored it, I’ve ended up regretting it, yelling myself silly over a misunderstanding. So, I pause. I listen. The urgent haze fades away within the span of three deep breaths.

“I wanted Charlie’s advice on how to speak to you. I was nervous—am nervous—and I don’t want to say the wrong thing. She��s very—to-the-point. And Goose and Bee fluff like their lives depend on it.”

Nice one. Nice going, Tommy: do what you do best and throw a fuckin’ rage, why don’t you?

“I thought you didn’t like me—” I say to him dumbly, “—after what I said to you.”

We don’t talk about that argument in the locker rom. We don’t talk about the one after volleyball either, or the one in the air. It’s no excuse – that Viper is breathing down my neck, that I know Skipper expects highly of me – to act like a dick to all the competitors that block my way to that damn trophy. I need to climb this hill.

And here Maverick is, thinking about me—a lot.

“Your opinion matters to me more than you’d think,” he admits with a snarky, little snort. “You’re—” he trails off; the gale dies down. “You’re just—I don’t know how to put it. I’m—not great at the serious-talking stuff.”

“Embarrassed?” I tease. God, I know I am.

He grins. “A little bit.”

We make our way back to the dorms, talking. He tells me he’s liked me ever since this one lecture at the beginning of Top Gun—after the induction, after the bar, after the first exercise—when he’d said something dumb in response to Charlie’s criticism. According to him: “You turned back and looked at me and—and you just smiled. God, I dunno – I just couldn’t look away from you. Even—even after you, y’know, y’turned back around, I—I was just staring at the back of your head, hoping you’d do it again. That you’d look at me again, smile at me again.”

I don’t even remember that day.

He walks me to the door of my dorm, where the windows are all dark and the blinds all flat shut.

No way to make it up to him. No time, either. Should’ve kissed him right then and there at the bar that first night when he came over to the jukebox. Bee saw it in my face – I know that now. I should’ve let him win that bet with himself.

I might be about to do him that favour now, I guess. All flushed, all pretty, all nervous—he gets nervous?—Maverick is so close to me that the heat of his body radiates onto mine, far too dangerous for my liking. This is not what I intended. This is so far off my plan of how this program was gonna go.

But his nose is brushing mine, and his hands are so warm and gentle as they press over my arms.

“Can—?”

I nod softly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

The kiss, when it comes, is this soft, tentative sink into a brittle release. The gentle press of his nose into my warm cheek elicits a quiet sigh from the both of us – the break from silence must render me into this here embarrassing mess, melting like the ice-cream we shared earlier in the hot sun, because Mav gets that shit-eating grin on his face like he’s watching me lose to him at volleyball all over again. Whatever – he’s the one that probably had to take a cold shower over how I looked.

I cup my hand over the back of his neck, drawing him closer still to me.

Maverick kisses like he’s paying attention to every single detail of it – his eyes are slanted just slightly open, watching my face, and one of his hands rests kindly over my neck, his fingers pressing just a little into the pulse point which I’m sure is racing like a damn horse by now.  

Of course, he’s beautiful at this. Just my fuckin’ luck. Technically, yes, it is prohibited to have sexual relations on work premises. Even a man and a woman behind a locked door is assumed to be inappropriate – I’ve heard that one too many a time by the air boss back on the carrier. I’m far from a goody-two-shoes, but rules are rules for a reason. So, of course, it’s just my luck that I meet an unfairly handsome pilot with pretty eyes and entirely too destabilising a kiss. He trails his nose down along my jaw before burying it there in my neck; I hold him tight to me, fingers curling around the thick muscle of his shoulders.

When we kiss again, it’s different: searing, crushing, slow, breathless. The chorus of crickets and cicadas and other night-things is drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears and the soft noise that slips past Mav’s lips as he pauses for breath, to pant hotly over my cheek.

“You’re gonna have to help me out here, stud,” I mumble helplessly against him, to which he nods fiercely, reaching out blind for the door-knob and guiding me stumbling into my room.

Bee isn’t here – upon the side table, there’s a little, folded note that reads in chicken-scratch handwriting: Staying with Goose for the night. Have fun!

#pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell #top gun #top gun maverick #goose bradshaw #tom cruise x reader #im back on my bullshit #i feel the need for speed #i need him in me

[erisenyo]

HI hello I’m LOOKING!! at the sentence starters prompts!! if u want either “i wish i met you sooner” or “do you remember when we first met?” for zukka <33 (but i’ll eat up anything you write tbh)

For this prompt game! (And also this one!)

“Oh, shit,” Sokka blurts out, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Are you now,” Zuko rolls his eyes, pretending he isn't biting back a laugh as he tugs the Jasmine Dragon’s door closed behind him and tosses Sokka the keys to the bakery case.

“I mean, at the very least I wish I met you sooner.” Sokka catches the keys without even glancing away from the pastries on display—which is strangely but undeniably hot—looking utterly besotted—which is strangely but undeniably cute. “I could’ve been getting this every night.”

“And what’s what you’d want from me every night, huh,” Zuko says, dry, leaning back against the counter as Sokka approaches the glass display with something like reverence.

“I mean.” Sokka gives Zuko a quick, grinning once over. “I’d settle for some other things, too.”

 Zuko hums, neutral, keeping his face unimpressed even as he feels the thrill of flirting in his chest, the thrill of a date gone well and long and the whole night suddenly stretching out in front of them. “You’d settle for it, would you.”

“Oh yeah,” Sokka says, tossing a wolfish grin over his shoulder before refocusing with what Zuko is realizing is a singular kind of intensity on the food in front of him. “I’d settle for it real good. Now—what do you suggest? What’s good?”

“It’s all good,” Zuko says, automatic and rote after so many years working here and apparently obvious enough about it that Sokka gives him a sideways, knowing look.

“What do you like to eat?”

…He wouldn’t think it would be a dealbreaker, but then he’s never seen someone eat so much ramen with so much enthusiasm before. “I don’t really eat sweets,” he admits after a beat.

“Your loss,” Sokka shrugs, unconcerned. “Just means more for me,” he adds, low and throaty and running a slow, admiring finger down the line of the display case which…again, strangely but undeniably hot.

Mai is going to absolutely roast the shit out him for this, when she finds out about it.

“But what do you want to watch me eat, then?” Sokka asks, giving Zuko another flirting kind of smirk, and Zuko pauses again, hesitating.

Not that it’s an automatic dealbreaker for him, but, “Like as a kink thing?”

“Do you want it to be?” Sokka replies without missing a beat, and Zuko stares a moment longer before deciding they can circle back to that later.

“How about an éclair,” Zuko suggests, tone somewhere between casual and challenging and something delighted fizzing in his chest when Sokka glances into the case and immediately gets the picture, his expression wicked and amused in equal turns as he pulls out the length of pate-a-choux.

“Is it already filled?” Sokka murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he admires the pastry.

“Yeah,” Zuko says, hearing his own voice going even huskier and…very aware that that look is really doing it for him already. “Crème pat.”

“Perfect,” Sokka grins, holding Zuko’s eyes and biting into the éclair with a suggestiveness he really has no right to when he’s biting pieces off. Zuko watches, caught, as Sokka gives little kitten licks of his tongue, dripping cream, parting his lips against the crisp dough. And then Zuko watches, caught in a whole different way, as Sokka becomes more and more exaggerated until he’s full on bobbing up and down the pastry.  

“Interesting technique,” Zuko says, half laughing, trying to keep a straight face as Sokka shows off his apparent lack of gag reflex.

“So I’ve been told,” Sokka says as he pulls off with a grin, wiping a streak of ganache off his face before taking a normal bite. “Mm, fucking amazing,” he says around the mouthful, innuendo gone from his tone but still more than suggestive as he groans around another bite, looking blissed out and slack faced and suddenly Zuko has a vision of Sokka looking exactly like that as he— “You make these?”

“Sometimes,” Zuko says, clearing his throat.

“You make this one?”

“Yeah.” He made it this afternoon. With Uncle standing next to him. And Ty Lee working the register. Uncle who works here every day. And Ty Lee who has known him since before he got over his lisp is best friends with Azula. And maybe if he reminds himself of both of those facts enough right now, he’ll be able to work tomorrow without getting hard.

Sokka hums, looking impressed as he glances around the kitchen space, and Zuko embraces the warm flush of pleasure at the idea of anything so mundane as working in the Jasmine Dragon being worth a look like that. “You wear an apron when you do it? The baking?”

“Sometimes,” Zuko shrugs, following Sokka’s glance to the neat row of aprons hanging by the sink.

“Hm. You ever wear one with nothing else on underneath?” Sokka asks, faux causal and all sidelong smolder that has Zuko abruptly deciding that maybe risking wayward erections during work tomorrow isn’t quite so bad.

“When I’m not here?” Zuko says, letting his eyes go half-lidded as he gives Sokka slow, thorough once over before catching his gaze again. “Sometimes.”

“I can’t wait to see that,” Sokka says, finishing off the éclair, “If that’s not too forward to say on a first date.”

“You just fellated an éclair in front of my,” Zuko points out, dry, even as anticipation sparks in his chest, “I think we might be past forward.”

“I did, didn’t I,” Sokka grins, holding Zuko’s eyes as he licks his fingers clean, “Anything else you’d like me to fellate?”

“Oh,” Zuko says, making a show of considering it, possibility and the slow winding tension between them a comfortable burn in his veins, the knowledge of where tonight is going to go but with no particular urgency to get there, to give up this one moment for the next, “I have an idea or two.”

“Or two?” Sokka murmurs, head cocking as he sidles back up to Zuko, intent and invitation in the angle of his body.

“Oh yeah,” Zuko smolders back, hooking Sokka’s belt look and tugging him gently in, savoring the easy way Sokka lets himself be pulled forward, the feel of Sokka’s hands coming to rest against Zuko’s chest. “How do you feel,” he murmurs low into Sokka’s ear, anticipation sharp in his veins, “About cannolis.”

#asks and answers #ask game #Not me sitting here googling phallic pastries lol #Sokka #Zuko #Zukka #fic writing #my writing

[fun-k-board]

If you could, Lackadaisy headcanons for a teen reader who wants to be part of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. Maybe the reader likes the thrill

Pronouns used : None, no gendered terms.

Note(s) : When you say teen, I'm assuming young teen since 16-17 is not too far from Freckle and Ivy's age. Characterisation may not be accurate and criticism on how I portray them is very much appreciated.

Roark 'Rocky' Rickaby

Likes your spirit! Jokingly calls you the better cousin he never had which earns an eye roll from Freckle. I don't imagine you get out on missions much + it probably took ages to get in because you're fairly young, but when you do, it's chaos. If you get along with Rocky and even encourage his habits, then either the missions will fail or succeed but with broken limbs, at least three blown up buildings and a lot awkward explaining.

If you're not confident enough to say no and on the opposite spectrum, are sometimes the voice of reason, he calls you a mini Freckle and teases you about it constantly. I imagine he'd sort of becomes an elder brother figure regardless of what kind of a person you are, begging for Mitzi to let you stay even if you mess up often. You accept him for who he is, you're his friend, he wants you to still like him and he sees himself in you.

Rocky also gives you some sneaky sips of alcohol they get, hey, it isn't anything too much, and he compares it to church giving out wine which makes Freckle tremble in fear as his mother senses she needs to throw someone out a window. Besides, he worked hard to get it! Even if he was the one to screw the run around up, it's sharing and caring, friendship is very important.

Mitzi May

Has apprehensions about letting you join, it'd take convincing and by then she probably doesn't want to bring you on too many dangerous missions. Given how she is around Rocky, I don't think she'd be uncaring if you're similar to him. High spirits and an urge to please her, similar to the man in question, to her, you're a kid. She has trouble telling you no in a way that isn't tip toeing around the subject.

Even if you can also be useful and your begging is temptation straight from the snake, Mitzi will always tell others you're a kid and treat you like one, no matter if it's important or not in that situation. She feels horrible that you may not make it to the next day, but they're understaffed and need to get business up and running, Mitzi comes to think of you like her own after a while. Although, she wishes you weren't so eager to put your life on the life.

Ivy Pepper

I imagine she also loves your spirit, finds you adorable and will have the urge to become your friend, asking Mitzi to let you join and vouching for you. Ivy is also the only one to treat you on equal ground, even Rocky will just view you as a child in the end, but she tries viewing you as a friend first. This can he bad or good depending, but she doesn't want to pretend you're frail, this doesn't mean she won't crack down on you and be strict like an older sister.

Doesn't matter if you have two left feet and stumble, she will teach you to dance, you won't get out of it, and trust me when I tell you she's determined. The lessons consist of you stepping on her toes and laughing so hard you just fall on the ground.

Since she's fairly new to doing heavy jobs as well, only joining in as they are understaffed, she understands if you mess up sometimes and don't fully get what to do. Ivy was born into this life and teaches you the ropes that you wouldn't understand.

Calvin 'Freckle' McMurray

Uncomfortable to the max, he genuinely can't even look you in the eye for the longest time. He already had worries in joining himself, Ivy has been working in Lackadaisy for a long time, Rocky is... Uh, Rocky. But you? You're a literal teen who just likes the thrill of it, Freckle tries to be a good influence on your life and tells you not to join. Which he understands is incredibly hypocritical, but at the same time, he can't find it in himself to care about his hypocrisy too much.

Hopes to convince Mitzi to not put too much pressure on you, he is very attentive and any limp or struggle is met with a lecture that makes Rocky get flashbacks to Freckle's mother. Gets incredibly apologetic if you see him with guns and how insane he can be, regardless on how you feel, he's guilty that he may be influencing you badly.

Viktor Vasko

At first you thought he wanted you to die, an intense stare placed on you at all times with a smashed glass from his seemingly violent thoughts. But all he sees is a dumb kid, someone who needs to get out before this business kills you. He won't exactly be caring about it either, simply telling you that if you continue being reckless with your life, you will die. If you aren't careful? Maybe others you love.

It's worse if you end up bonding with him, even a little, he gets even angrier with those around you. He will not let you out of his sight if he can help it. Essentially? He's a very tough love guy, Viktor comes off as though he doesn't like you, which may be true on the surface, but deeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeep down, he likes you a little. Maybe. Sometimes. Not often.

#Lackadaisy #calvin freckle mcmurray #lackadaisy freckle #calvin mcmurray #Freckle #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #rocky rickaby #Mitzi May x reader #Ivy Pepper x reader #Calvin mcmurray x reader #Freckle x reader #Viktor x reader #Viktor Vasko x reader #viktor vasko #Mitzi May #Ivy Pepper #Lackadaisy Mitzi #Lackadaisy Ivy #Lackadaisy Rocky #Lackadaisy Viktor #Roark rickaby x reader #Lackadaisy roark rickaby #Lackadaisy x gn reader #Lackadaisy x gender neutral reader #Lackadaisy x gn!reader

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Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader x Leonardo

Visions of Temptation, Day 5 Prompt: Spit-Roasting

Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

This is not the fic I was planning to post for Comte's birthday, it's not an actual birthday fic, but I'm far from finishing the birthday one, while I had this one almost finished, so why not post it today...

It feels kind of strange to use Comte's name in narration rather than just dialog. Also funny how, sometimes, you write a prompt based fic and the actual prompt is one of the smaller parts of it

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Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself at the mercy of two purebloods, both very competitive despite sharing your love. They had agreed to try at least once, though, and you would take advantage of this rare treat. You had talked about it, and you knew what you were getting into. Each of them could be quite overwhelming by himself, but you thought you could handle both of them at once.

It was funny to think your bed was the most spacious you found for this. That the luxury usually associated with Abel did not extend to his bed, something you had noticed but never made itself so apparent. But at least there was a space for the three of us to have some fun together, and it was the best place for you, who probably wouldn’t be walking much the next day.

You had barely settled into your room, and they were already fighting for your attention. You were pulled onto Abel’s lap on the bed, with him kissing and sucking on your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

“Are you still sure about this, ma chérie? You know we’re not good at sharing or holding back when we’re more possessive. I can’t promise we’ll be gentle with you.”

Even as he said that, he took his time undressing you, fingers only ghosting over your skin as he slowly left light marks over your neck and shoulders.

“I trust you.” And if you were to be completely honest, you looked forward to it. To find yourself sandwiched between these two powerful men you loved so much and be completely ravaged by them.

Leonardo sat by your side on the bed, and a hand on your chin brought your attention to him.

“You’re such a naughty girl, cara mia. Challenging us like this.” He must have noticed your unspoken desire to make such a comment, which made you a little embarrassed. You opened your mouth to reply, only to be silenced by an overwhelming kiss.

There was nothing gentle about the way Leonardo approached you. He practically devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he were starving and you were his favorite meal. You tried to kiss back with equal enthusiasm.

As soon as your shirt was out of the way, Leonardo unhooked your bra, only for Abel to cup your breasts, squeezing lightly, his kisses becoming loving bites, fangs barely touching your skin, but enough to give you that thrill of anticipation. You moaned into Leonardo’s kiss, clinging to him, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You were starting to feel dizzy, and Leonardo barely let you catch a breath between kisses.

Still you tried to focus and started to unbutton his shirt, but you only fumbled with the buttons, too distracted by the hands toying with your nipples and the teeth nibbling at your ear now, Leonardo’s dazing kisses and his hand, now slipping under your skirt, nails lightly raking their path up.

You squirm and moan, torn between seeking more and trying to get away from the pleasure. But there was no getting away, and none of them seemed to have any intention of taking you yet, despite how hard Abel was getting under you, and the way his breath hitched when your squirming had you rubbing against him.

“So restless. Do you want us to stop, cara mia?”

All that came out of you was a louder moan as Leonardo rubbed you over your underwear, so you shook your head in response. It was a little too much, but you knew it would, and it’s not in a bad way. To have both your lovers’ attention on you made both your heart and body so full in the best way.

“Do you need some help?”

Leonardo didn’t wait for a new answer before your underwear was pushed aside and a finger was rubbing directly against your entrance.

The finger quickly slips inside, slowly fucking you, and that makes the pressure building within you worse. Leonardo only looks at you with a slight teasing smile, but, through your hazy mind, you notice that sometimes his gaze shifts somewhere else.

Despite you having gone still, Abel groans behind you, snuggling against your back and muffling these noises against your skin. His hands also stilled, and he only held you tighter. And with a little less stimulation, you notice that the way that Leonardo fingers you had the back of his hand rubbing over the erection under you, and he knew very well what he was doing.

“Leonardo…” Abel growled from behind you, “This is not the night to provoke me.”

“I’m just helping our principessa, since you seem intent on teasing her. Is this kind of accidental touch enough to set you off, amico mio?”

You had no idea what Leonardo considered helping, because a single finger at such a slow pace was more frustrating than helpful. Enough to warm you up, but not for anything else. And this exchange between them, that you had no idea if they were trying to fight or flirt, but, as hot as you found it, their attention was straying, and you were already too impatient.

“You two can fuck later, but one of you better take me now. Or do I need to do it myself?”

Leonardo chuckled, grinning at you. He was totally doing it on purpose, and you had fallen into his trap.

“Such a greedy girl. Is this how Leonardo’s been teaching you, chérie?”

“Don’t act like you’re all that innocent, either. As for you, tesoro, how can we resist when you’re begging us so sweetly?”

The remaining clothes were shed with a certain rush, but still between heated kisses and enticing touches, but no more teasing. At least not directly, but they still fought for your attention.

As soon as your own clothes were out of the way, you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, in a silent invitation for your lovers. You were aching for them so much, but asking again would be embarrassing. Although the way they stared at you wasn’t much better.

“Look at you, darling. So ready for us.” Abel spoke, caressing up your thigh, then squeezing one of your ass cheeks.

“You’re so sexy when you’re forward like this, amore.” Leonardo joined him at your side, his hand trailing up your back, making you arched into his touch.

You felt Abel slide behind you, two fingers pushing into you, and your body automatically reacted, thrusting back against him.

“Who said you could have her first?” Leonardo asked.

“I was the one who gave up my turn for this today. Besides, I didn’t hear her complain.” You were sure Abel was smirking back at his friend.

“No one asked you to do that. Besides, you never asked her.”

“Boys, don’t fight. You can take turns. Now come here, Leo.” Leaning on one arm, you reached out to pull him closer. “I’ll make this worth your time, too.”

Leonardo gave in, kneeling before you.

“Turns? You’re very brave today, aren’t you? Let’s see how much you can handle, then.”

Your only response was licking the cock before you slowly, from base to head, kissing the tip, then licking it as well, making him shudder. You loved to be able to see or hear your boyfriends’ reactions and the effect you had on them.

You whined when the fingers were removed from you, but Abel’s thicker cock quickly replaced them, and you let Leonardo’s slip into your mouth at the same time.

Being filled on both sides was as delicious and overwhelming as you expected. Abel fucked you slow and deep as you tried to suck Leonardo off, but each thrust pushed him further in your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but it surprisingly only added to your pleasure.

As you got used to the position, Abel’s thrusts sped up, and Leonardo’s hands started to roam your body again, both of them offering words of praise and encouragement almost constantly.

Soon you could barely think, mind clouded with so much pleasure like you never felt before. You were thankful your moans were muffled by the cock in your mouth, because you doubted you could keep the noise to a discreet level.

You gave up trying to be more active towards them and let your boyfriends use you as they saw fit, letting yourself drown in the pleasure they gave you. And your reward was the most explosive orgasm you had ever felt, washing over you like a wave in a stormy sea, your mind going completely blank then, your whole body clenching. You almost choked on Leonardo before he managed to pull away to give you room to breathe, and you tightening around Abel made him moan your name.

You were only partly aware of the way he gripped your hips tighter, or that his thrusts became faster, more desperate, only coming around in time to feel him filling you. But he didn’t pull away, still holding your hips flush against his and whispering sweet praise to you.

“You still okay, cara mia?” Leonardo asked, caressing your hair. Willing your tired body to react, you only sucked him in response, giving him a playful look. “Good girl.”

With a hand on the back of your head, he started slowly fucking your mouth.

Still not pulling out of you, Abel started rubbing your clit, stimulating you towards another orgasm.

Neither of you lasted long after that, Leonardo pushing himself deep in your mouth and holding you still, his warm cum filling your throat, just before you came for the second time yourself.

Both of them finally released you, your body collapsing on the bed as your tired limbs gave out.

“Tired already, chérie?” Comte laid by your side.

“Where’s that confidence from earlier?” Leonardo joined you on the other side.

You rolled to lie on your back and looked at one of them, then the other, giving both a playful smile.

“Oh, I’m not that tired. I just need a moment. I promised you another round, didn’t I?” You leaned to your aide, kissing one, then the other. “We still have time for a lot of fun.”

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[thetarttfuldickhead]

Roy reads Dark Heir by C. S. Pacat and is immediately seized by the delicious possibilities of him and Jamie roleplaying as a certain Dark King and his general/consort/queen, golden collar and all. He knows Jamie would be right into it too, but still can’t find it in him to suggest it, because while Roy is absolutely vain enough to be thrilled at the idea of playing the Dark King he’s also vain enough not to want anyone to know that.

(Sad side note, the whole ‘I bring destruction to everyone I love and if they see me for the darkness I truly am they will reject me’ vibe would totally resonate with Roy.)

So Roy, in an heroic effort to be sneaky (which does not come naturally to him at all), tries to dream up ways to get Jamie to read the book and then Jamie can suggest they do a little bit of the old playacting (because if there’s one thing that’s certain in this messy world, it is the fact that Jamie wouldn’t hesitate for a second to claim the role of the prettiest boy in all of existence, the champion, the golden boy, coveted by all).

(Sad side note 2, something something Jamie’s experiences with his father sometimes leading him to think he’s only any good if he’s the best, his abilities far more important than him as a person, him only wanted for the skills he bring… Gooey center in a sharp arsehole coating.)

Roy tries leaving the book out, hoping that Jamie will pick it up. (Jamie does not. Jamie has selfies to snap and penalties to practise and Keeley to take shopping.) Roy calls Ted and tries to convince him to suggest the novel to Jamie. (Ted does not. “Think I might have fumbled it a little with my last book assignment, you know, think I’d rather just let Jamie pick his own reading from now on.”) Roy floats the idea of a team book club where everyone will read Dark Heir. “It’ll be like, bonding and shit.” (Beard reads the book. Beard comes back to Nelson Road and just fixes Roy with that stare of his and says, “No. And if you want something from Jamie, the right way to get it is to talk to him about it.”)

Roy does not take Beard’s advice. In desperation, he starts reading aloud to Jamie, on lazy afternoons spread out on the coach. He doesn’t start with Dark Heir, either, that’d be too obvious, he reads a couple of other books first, and then he pulls out Dark Rise and its sequel, and—

“Hey, do you know what would be really sexy?”

Finally. Roy feels a wave of relieved anticipation sweep over him at Jamie’s interruption. Months and months of desperate yearning and now his hard work will finally be rewarded and—

“We could, like, pretend that I’m the Dark King and I’d get you this really nice collar, I’d make it real gold and everything, and you’d do anything I say. That’s be hot, right?”

Roy freezes. Blinks. Stares at Jamie, because— “Fucking what— ” he sputters. “That’s not— I’m the Dark King, you’re—

And Jamie laughs, bright and triumphant. “I fucking knew it!” he says, eyes dancing as he shakes his head, looking equal parts smug and fond. “You’re not fucking subtle, man.”

His cheeks are heating up, Roy can feel it, but he resists the urge to get up and stalk off, because while Jamie’s clearly giddy with glee, he doesn’t look disgusted or put off or upset. If anything, he looks delighted.

Roy clears his throat. “So… that’s something… you’d be interested in, then?”

Jamie looks up at him through his lashes, his grin morphing into something far softer and more pliant. He shifts, pulling his legs up under him, until he’s almost kneeling on the coach next to Roy. “How do you want me… my King?” he murmurs.

And then, just before Roy can pull him in for a kiss meant to devour, he adds, “Not joking about the collar being gold, though. And maybe mix the rubies up with sapphires, red and blue for Richmond, right? Bet I’d look dead fit in that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Roy agrees, so quickly the words are almost unintelligible.

He’ll get Jamie a golden collar. He’ll get him the whole fucking world.

Bonus: If you (like me) lean RJK, Keeley could join in as the Lady, make it a very messy threesome. Or, I suppose, she could get her turn as the Dark King, have Roy be Visander.

#sunday crack for the adoring masses #i don’t really care for collaring as a kink #but this just wrote itself #jamie’s name even matches #jamie tartt #roy kent #royjamie #ficlet #-ish #my stuff

[vodika-vibes]

So I'm super sick, food poisoning, but I'm having ✨️ideas✨️

So it starts like this. Boba Fett is the galaxies most feared bounty hunter, talented and ruthless in equal measure.

And the Boba meets a girl. She's a bit plain, and doesn't travel much, but she's good. Good in a way that Boba feels that he has never been.

Boba falls, and he falls hard.

He never asks her to marry him, but their relationship is more than just physical. It's everything that he's ever wanted and she makes him want to do better. To be better.

And then he takes a job for Jabba the Hutt and he never comes back.

And she, heart broken, thinks that he died. Because Boba would never just walk away. Not from her.

And then she finds out that she's pregnant. And everything is so much worse, but also there's still a part of Boba in the galaxy and that's a good thing.

She carries and gives birth to his son alone. She names him Jaster, after Boba's grandfather.

And when Jaster is about three years old, she gets word that Boba's been alive all these years. And she spirals. Because Boba being alive means that he walked away from her, and that he never had any intention to come back.

For all that she's thrilled that he's alive, she's still hurt and angry.

And then Boba shows up on her doorstep, a little more worn, a little more scarred, but still Boba.

#star wars #star wars au #boba becomes a family man?

[plastikun]

jacob custos nsfw alphabet??? begging

— YOURE ALL I WANT, JACOB CUSTOS

A, AFTERCARE

I want to say Jacob’s good with aftercare, but he’s the type of guy to fall asleep right after sex. With that being said, he’s still going to try to make you feel loved by wrapping you in a probably-rib-breaking-hug before he passes out.

B, BODY PART

Jacob likes his chest simply for the way you like it. He loves the way you run your hands up and down it when you’re kissing, and the way you grip onto it with shaky arms when you’re riding him.

As for his favourite part about you, it’s hard to pick; you’re just so gorgeous to him, everything about you is equally as amazing! But if he absolutely had to, he’d go with your ass. He’ll grab onto no matter what position you’re in, he thinks it’s so fucking hot.

C, CUM

Jacob doesn’t mind getting messy, in fact, he actually prefers it during sex. He likes to pull out right before he cums, getting you all filthy for his viewing pleasure!! He’s also big on oral, specifically giving, and adores having you come undone all over his face. <3

D, DIRTY SECRET

Although he won’t tell you until your relationship has been going on for a while, (wether it be a romance or just a friends with benefits type of relationship) Jacob really gets off on the thrill of being caught doing the deed. He’ll leave doors ajar for someone to take a brief look into, or have a risky quickie in a bathroom stall where people can hear.

E, EXPERIENCE

I just know Jacob was a total man whore in the entirety of his high school career (which really wasn’t that long ago), so he’s definitely got heaps of experience. He knows exactly how to please you. So yes, he is definitely on the ‘top 10 guys who will keep you satisfied during summer camp’ list.

F, FAVOURITE POSITION

He likes any position that involves taking it from the back, he gets really embarrassed with the faces he makes during sex, and prefers it when you can’t see them. If you have preferences though, he’d be more than happy to do whatever you want to do: Jacob aims to please, in more ways than one ;)

G, GOOFY

Much like everything else in his life, Jacob doesn’t have a very serious approach on sex. He’ll make jokes the whole time; he really likes hearing your laugh :)

H, HAIR

He doesn’t really give much care to down there, he is also, very hairy. (exactly how I like my men…) he has a very cute happy trail running up his stomach! ;)

I, INTIMACY

He’s romantic when he wants to be, and he wants to be that way with you! He’ll tell you how pretty/handsome you are between whimpers and will absolutely drown you in kisses

J, JACK OFF

Nothing is better than the real thing he tells himself, but sometimes this horndog has to make do when the two of you haven’t been together for a long long while! Don’t worry, he’s thinking of you the whole time… how loyal! <3

K, KINKS

Jacob has a thing for praise. He loves it when you stroke his face and call him a good boy, when you tell him that he’s making you feel so fucking good between moans, or when you let him know that he looks so cute right now, all red faced and covered in sweat.

He also likes it when you make fun of him; when you tell him how pathetic he looks while he’s kneeling in front of you. Tell him how much of a loser he is after you’ve fucked him stupid ;)

L, LOCATION

He’s up for doing it whenever and wherever. A quickie in your car? Sure! Slipping into a bathroom stall for a blowjob? Yes please! Pulling over on the side of the road to bend you over the hood of his car? Fuck yeah, and let’s hope someone drives by and sees the two of you! He’s also, of course, up for something intimate and romantic in the comfort of your own homes, he’s not a total slut. (Yes he is)

M, MOTIVATION

Just about everything about you turns him on, but the number one thing that gets him going is your voice. He likes the drawl it has when you’re whispering filthy things into his ear and the sickeningly sweet tone you talk to him in when you’re giving him praise!

N, NO

Jacob doesn’t like any kind of impact play, both giving and receiving. No spanking, no choking, nothing that hurts either one of you! The only kind of pain he likes is the sweet sweet sting of an emotional burn… (cough cough… emma)

O, ORAL

While he does love a good blowjob from you, he prefers giving oral rather than receiving. He loves being between your thighs, face covered in your cum :( he’s just so cute! Pull his hair while he’s eating you out/giving you head! He loves it!

P, PACE

Most of the time Jacob is fast paced, ready to be fucked/fuck you into absolute oblivion! However, he does enjoy some nice, slow and romantic wake up sex <3

Q, QUICKIE

Jacob is always up for a quickie, wherever the two of you are! You’ve definitely had some risky quickies during your time as camp counsellors…

R, RISK

Literally thrives off taking crazy risks, he really likes public/semi-public sex. Fucking you/getting fucked in a bathroom stall where people can hear his pathetic whimpers, having you sit on his lap with his dick inside you while he talks to people, stuttering every so often. He likes leaving doors unlocked in hopes someone will open it up and find him in a compromising position ;)

S, STAMINA

Jacob could literally fuck you for hours on end, so get ready to be tired and shaky legged for the next 24 hours!

T, TOYS

He isn’t really the type to own toys, so unless you own them he probably hasn’t even had the thought of using them during sex. I think he’d enjoy them once you introduce them to him though <3

U, UNFAIR

Having you tease him is a HUGE turn on for him. He’s like the physical embodiment of that shirt that says: don’t bully me i’ll cum :(

V, VOLUME

Loud as HELL!! Jacob does NOT cut back on his noises, and hopes you won’t either. He wants you to hear his breathy whimpers and desperate moans, he likes letting you know that you’re doing a good job! Same goes for him, he wants to know that he’s pleasing you <3

W, WILDCARD

While Jacob is a switch, he has a preference for being submissive/bottoming and likes being given praise for how cute he looks while doing it!

Y, YEARNING

He literally has the highest sex drive that’s humanly possible, mans wants to fuck you constantly.

Z, ZZZ

As said in the very first letter of this horny ass alphabet, Jacob passes out almost instantly. He sleeps so hard you’d probably assume he was dead if you didn’t know any better. But don’t worry, he won’t neglect you… he’ll make sure to wrap you up in his arms and snuggle his face into your neck right before sleeping, he wants to make sure you feel loved and also wants to make sure he can see your pretty face when he wakes up :)

#jacob custos x reader #jacob custos #the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry smut

[vaguely-concerned]

thinkingb... about the evolution in the power dynamics in harrow's dream bubble AUs and what it tells us. we go from first completely replicating the original power imbalance between her and gideon except in reverse in the cav/necro switch one. this one is devastating to me because it feels so... stuck, like harrow can't even conceptualize a world yet where their individual existences would not somehow be at the expense of the other. it has the same cast as their actual childhoods, and the characters play themselves out like they did in real life even with their roles reversed, and with the same logic.

but THEN in the one where they’re at the party and gideon is the emperor’s daughter/the ~*princess*~ something starts to happen! we bring in ‘new’ characters in a mirror of coming to canaan house in the real world, with only aiglamene left representing the ninth with her. gideon is still above her in status/power in this one, but in a setting where the possibility of being raised to her level -- BY MARRIAGE! by gideon's choice alone, should she want to make it!!! -- is literally baked into the entire point of the structure of the event she's conjured up, societally and emotionally. it's expressed in terms of politics by way of romance novel structure. (also makes me wonder how harrow actually thinks inter-house politics function fdshkfjas she's just been out there on a cold rock on the outskirts of the solar system, her understanding of what a party is seems wholly academic.) that power imbalance subconsciously still involves giving up(/enforcing, yay codependency) all your agency and emotional wellbeing to someone else, just like harrow is doing in the pool scene in a way --

"I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.”

but it's getting there. in any real structural sense harrow has always, always had the power in their imbalanced dynamic and I think that’s part of what she’s trying to process here by putting herself on gideon’s side of it, but on the interpersonal/internal scale it’s been much more complicated and entwined than that and it echoes that too.

it's the guilty, repressed thrill of '...but what if griddle would still choose me if she had every freedom and all other options before her. what if she'd choose me and stay with me even if I didn't forcibly keep her from going?' (which is like... what a lot of their dynamic in the first part of GtN is partially about, when you go back to it with HtN in mind. gideon feels more threatened by the idea of harrow’s indifference than by her cruelty and possessiveness, because harrow hating her always meant more than anyone else loving her, and harrow keeps saying ‘please don’t leave me’ in the most violent and toxic of ways. because gideon only exists via harrow, and vice versa, and they’ve been stuck like that so long. oh boy.) so like. in the same type of situation where harrow decided ‘I must no longer accept being a stranger to you’ in the real world (having left the ninth house for the larger world of all the houses) she has made them actual strangers in the dream, but with hope that they might not continue to be? idk it feels like there’s a lot going on here.

and then in the coffee shop AU they meet as equals, as two people completely outside the dark dreary confines of the ninth and the power imbalance that raised them, and that's where we finally get to actually see gideon in harrow's mind's eye -- and see feelings about gideon harrow normally doesn't let herself look at directly (it involves strong arms ~*dewy with sweat*~ and a lovingly enraptured description of her crooked smile haha. harrow is not good at handling romantic or sexual feelings normally but it rises so sweetly and uncomplicatedly in this one, like it doesn't anywhere else in either of the books to my memory. her attraction to The Body is more like reverent despair, and her attraction to ianthe is....... deeply emotionally ambivalent let's say lol, but this one time it's a description more like the normal belly butterflies you'd get from being in love without quite so much dread or disgust getting twined into it). I think this one is the closest to what harrow actually desperately wants for them as her wildest fantasy -- not that she wants to join the cohort or anything, but to be able to meet as whole, individuated people who have a fighting chance not to break each other.

like... harrow the war crime who feels like she has to live her life in debt to the 200 souls that ensured her existence, harrow who's a lyctor and servant of god and has been in love with a dead woman since she was ten... and the dream inside her that's so strong it almost pulls dead souls back from the river is just to meet gideon somewhere they haven't hurt each other yet, where neither of them has to hurt each other anymore. (or hurt themselves for the other, or use the other as a means to hurt themselves, which is its own endless ouroboros because of their enmeshed state -- everything they do to each other hurts them both as the gideon-harrowhark harrowhark-gideon unit they've been attachment-wise for so long even before lyctorhood made it literal. it's all gideon thinks she is good for, an idea harrow finds so utterly horrifying and repellent that she *waves at entirety of HtN* did THAT essentially to disprove it.) which is still a huge step away from managing to process, accept and live with the ways they HAVE hurt each other and that they might still find a way to touch without doing so again. tellingly this fantasy is still within the power structures of the empire, even if it’s no longer claustrophobically contained to the ninth house and their past in it. God knows they’ve got so, SO far to go before they even theoretically could get there but like... again, I really do believe that is harrow’s dream. give the poor kid a break and let her have this coffee shop AU for now, she's literally dying and holy shit has she Been Through It fjskdafsda

#harrow the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #griddlehark #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb meta #I'm not sure how coherent this is but I keep thinking about it so I needed to get some of it down on paper and out of my head lol #be free little thoughts and don't darken my fucking doorstep again istg

[highpri3stess]

i’m so confused for chapter 4… does izana care about reader in some ways after seeing his brothers reactions? i know he might be possessive a little, but i want to know what your thoughts are about how shinichiro & izana feel. 

i know for sure mikey is obsessed and confused, which is why he thinks he’s “being good” by showing exactly how he feels (like in the first part of the chapter), 

but izana??? so is he also trying to be with reader, does he care??? i’m talking about what takeomi said to him

what are your thoughts, i’m curious

Alright, I'll explain to you in details.

Let's go back to chapter 2, specifically the scene:

"That rawness of fear that acted up as your life flashed before your very eyes shifted something in him. You’re just a weak girl. A weak, vulnerable little girl who thinks she has a bark that he can do whatever he wants to her.

He almost cannot believe the boner growing in his pants right now. He’s never felt this way for you. Meek girls were always so boring to him and yet he wants to fuck you. He wants to claim you as his own personal toy only he can play with.

The familiar thrill, once again. He’s feeling it with you.

You’re still coughing and sputtering as you lay on the ground when Izana mindlessly gets off you. He’s conflicted within himself, wondering if he should leave you for another time or relieve himself there and then. There’s just something so sexy to him about your helpless body at his mercy, he could decide if he wanted to take you here and you would never be able to fight back"

In chapter 2 we already have an insight of how Izana sees women and then reader. He thinks that reader's efforts are futile, but it's fun when she struggles. He's already an adrenaline junkie and implied sex addict, and he sees women as tools to satisfy himself. The thing about this is that reader IS just another tool, but she's different. She's noveau in terms of his attraction, but the thing is, he wants her to be for his own entertainment. Like him controlling the strings.

Which is why he finds joy at Mikey's depression because he knows it would give rise to something. Remember when reader recalls what Emma said about Izana and mikey's rivalry in chapter 1:

"From what Emma told you, Izana’s provocative nature was the gasoline to Mikey’s volatile mental state, akin to fire. Even the littlest of things that no one would bat an eye for could incite a bloody brawl between them. And as they grew older, more people were involved in their petty rivalry, since neither Emma nor Shinichiro agreed to take their side."

Izana knows the influence he has on Mikey's mental state. In chapter 3 he was able to rile Mikey to fight him harder, so it's easier to use Mikey to make you suffer for his own enjoyment and him and Mikey would be equals in your life, lording over you. But Shinichiro is different. Which is why Takeomi said he can't complete with him. This is a man he looks up to and if you're protected by him, then how would he play with his toy?

Think of it this way: A kid is biting and chewing on their doll. An adult sees them and puts the doll away on the top shelf. The kid cries and throws a tantrum and then figures out if he uses the step ladder he'll get to the toy and he can continue chewing on it.

Izana is the child. Reader is the doll, shin is the adult and mikey is the ladder.

In essence, he loves playing God, so he only grants mercy so as to dangle hope, only to snatching it away. I hope this helps.

#monsters ♡ #analysis

[pynkhues]

Hey, just wanted to know your perspective on Shiv's decision. There's a huge discussion going on whether the decision was emotionally driven just to spite Kendall? Was it calculated in any sense considering her children's future or getting any power through Tom? Was she seeking Tom (the powerful man now)'s approval?

What do you think? I personally think it was multi faceted and complex and included all the things a little bit and lead her to the decision.

Would she have taken the same decision if she had no idea that it is infact Tom that Mattson's eyeing?

Hey! Oh man, it’s such a great moment and it’s one I’ve been thinking about a lot. I agree with you in the sense that it was such a multi-faceted and complex choice, and one that had many trigger points both in the sense of Shiv’s reality, her sense of power and control, and the real and mangled emotional root of her place in her own family.

Do I think it was strategic? A little, but I think she was passed the point of being able to strategise in part because she was out of time, but also in part because Shiv’s impatience means she’s just not very good at it.

I think one of Shiv’s greatest strengths is also one of her biggest flaws in that she tends not to see the wood for the trees. She’s a big picture thinker, she sees the end result she wants but not the daily machinations to get her there, which we see over and over again. She’s impatient, lives life on the backfoot so is always trying to hurry, overtake, skip steps, take shortcuts to get ahead, and when she’s asked to operate in a system where she’s forced to stop and acknowledge the reality of the moment, I think she can for once see everything for exactly what it is.

Funnily enough, I feel like the telling moment in terms of Shiv in that finale isn’t actually with Kendall or Tom at all, it’s the moment Sandi says yes in the boardroom. It’s the tiniest of beats, which Sarah plays beautifully, and it carries over from Stewy telling Shiv only moments before (after Kendall offers him Chair in their father’s office) that he thinks Shiv can still sway Sandi. We don’t see the scene, and I kind of wish we had, but the outcome is felt all the same. Shiv can’t do it, she doesn’t convince Sandi, the only woman she’s on any sort of equal footing with to vote with them, which means she has no accomplice at that table, no allies, no position, no weight, only brothers who have shown just how quickly they’ll shut her out.

I think its that failure with Sandi that ultimately untethers Shiv, because with that loss comes the loss of any way forwards for Shiv at the company. She’s no longer an heiress of her father’s making or even one of Matsson’s, she’s just a little sister, staring at her big brother, at the best friend he offers Chair to as a joke in his office when she could only play ‘behind the scenes’ so it didn’t look ‘wonky’, the person she’s spent her entire life trying to catch up to and beat, and I think she meant it, what she said to Kendall after.

She can’t stomach it.

If she can’t have it, he sure as hell can’t, and at least with Tom she has some sort of in, she has something. Not an accomplice at the table, but a trap door she could sometimes scratch her way beneath, someone who might not want a relationship with her, might not be loyal, but someone who’s bound to her, if nothing else, and someone who has no use for her brothers anymore.

Shiv would rather break the toy than let Kendall have it, even if she cut her own hands in the process, and honestly, it’s one of the reasons she’s a character of all time to me. She’s a survivor in a way none of her brothers are, but she’s also petty and selfish in the way all three of them absolutely are, and to see her really do what none of them could and cut their strings in the 11th hour was so thrilling to me. She’s kept her in, but she also knows she’s out, but at least Kendall and Roman are too. At least the three of them are locked out of the house together, even if, for a moment, they’re apart.

#in some ways i also think that their bonding in barbados and at the re-allocation didn't help the case either #kendall becoming ceo would've fundamentally altered the family power dynamics #which i also don't think shiv had any interest in #i think she'd prefer a period of estrangement than a shift in the balance of power #which tbh #who can blame her? #but being reminded of that right before going into that room and seeing him drunk on power wouldn't have helped #and i think she knows she can't control tom anymore #but i think she sees at least something that will take her forwards #shiv roy #hbo succession #kendall + shiv #sandi furness #stewy hosseini #succession 4.10 #succession meta #welcome to my ama #succession spoilers

[wareagleofthemountain]

Do *you* have any fluffy Lothlórien bros HCs? -@elithilanor

I’ve literally been waiting my whole life for this Ask! Here we go!

Rumil is the master of dad jokes… like they’re so dry it hurts. But his equally dry, charismatic,delivery of them makes the  content funny somehow.

Going off of your HC about him being a good artist, I HC that their mother was a painter and he used to sit by the fire and do projects with her on rainy days. After her death, he still uses her easel and has his favorite painting they’ve done together hanging in his room.

He does this really cute thing when he’s concentrating hard on something where his ears are pinned slightly and his nibbles on his lower lip.

Is usually always wearing something with sleeves even if it’s sunny.

He keeps a gratefulness journal every night as part of a mindfulness meditation practice.

Really enjoys making soap as gifts for his friends and family

Haldir is his role model and Rumil secretly wanted to grow up to be just like him. He always seeks his older brother’s advice, especially when he became a warden himself, and keeps working up the ranks largely because he longs to see the proud look on Haldir’s face when he gets promoted.

Rumil is quite protective of those around him, albeit in a subtle manner. He’ll do things like wait to enter a room, opting to stand aside and hold the door for others to go in first. He’d do a mental head count to ensure everyone is present before joining. He’s a master of reading body language and it’s the first thing he looks for when measuring the vibe of a room. He’ll also look up so he knows who it is if someone new enters the room. When Rúmil’s escorting someone, congratulations you’ve awoken the soldier in him. That person is now his sole responsibility and he’s ready to give his life. Will insist on escorting you himself after nightfall even if he wasn’t ordered to because he’ll sleep much easier if he can watch you get home safely.

I HC that Orophin has the most luscious hair and lashes out of the brothers.

When the bois were younger and came down with a cold, their father gave them spoonfuls of whipped cream because “it would make it all better”.

They had a spiral staircase in their home growing up and made a game out of riding down them in on of their mother’s storage bins.

Haldir and Rumil often squabbled about who got to sleep with the baby’s crib in their room because they were thrilled to have a little brother.

When Orophin was a toddler, he couldn’t say Rumil’s name so he called him “bubby”.

[steloiv]

okay part 2 of yumary post

part 1

mary's gambling style is playing-it-safe. she makes it so that she has the most chances of winning with the least risk, but she also has the choice to bow out if the situation arrives for it. that is why she has been betting the minimum bets up until now. it's basically a surefire way to win.

but what about yumeko? yumeko always want her gambles to include the most amount of risk for thrill of the game itself. however, she has been playing with mary and betting the minimum like her. it isn't until the fourth round when her motives are finally revealed.

yumeko has, after all this time, wagering against terano. she knows that the bookmaker has the ability to acquire the most votes using the student body. the election would be as good as determined at that point.

with this, mary gets completely cast aside!! the people are led to believe that yumeko doesn't care for mary as her rival, that all of mary's feelings and motivations in this game are just a stepping stone just so she can wager against terano.

how can someone who's been exploiting another person like that, can you call a friend, ririka argues. this was an important match for mary, as she has established. it's an awfully selfish and rude move for her part. it's like she doesn't care for mary at all.

BUT THENN

remember that if one of them wins, terano would still have the most votes. the results of the election would be as good as determined and terano would have "basically" be the winner. (the student body votes total up to a thousand and add that up to terano's 649, that's more than half of the overall 3000 votes, compared to a mere five hundred votes). the results of their gamble would have been meaningless.

but what about mary? she would have lost and/or reduced her chances to become president. their gamble would have meant nothing and she would have to strive all over again to go over the top.

what does yumeko say then?

"instead we're going to work together, right? after all, mary-san, you want to become head of the student council president, don't you?"

yumeko, in all of her inscrutable and incomprehending motives, has been helping mary all this time!! she has been respecting mary, being her friend, and rooting for her!! she cares for mary, had cared enough to hear about what mary has to say to her all those chapters back, about what she wanted to do in this election.

if they tied, mary would have better chances of becoming president. yumeko wanted to help her as well as get the gambling thrill she had so long seeked for. a better outcome couldn't have turned up for her.

with that, we get to have this cute, neat panel of them enjoying all of the thrill and excitement everything has been building up to that point AAAAAAAA

it all comes down to their choices in their cards. if mary wanted to win, a rock's clearly her play here. it's surefire and by the book, and it involves the least risk possible. there would be no other reason for her to play a card other than rock.

however, mary had an epiphany. mary KNOWS yumeko. she knows that the girl has the ability to turn the tables upside down in an insane and incomprehending way. mary is familiar enough with her, in all their time together, that she knows how yumeko works, in and out, even if she has no way of understanding it.

and that was why mary had chosen to play paper. she wanted to match yumeko's insanity with her own. she wanted to be equals with her, after all. because she chose that, she finally sees yumeko eye-to-eye, and had a taste of the insanity yumeko has always been accustomed of.

it's like!! they have achieved and arrived at this ultimate connection that makes them able to understand and comprehend the other like the backs of their hands. they contrast each other, and yet they complement each other as well. yumeko and mary's relationship is probably one of the most crucial aspects of the story and i can't wait to see what becomes of it (and them) in the manga 🤧🙏

#kakegurui #yumary #yumeko jabami #mary saotome #thought dumps

[hatsumaki45]

Hiiii i have a request for you :) ! Can you make Jiu x y/n (Jiu punish y/n and she talk dirty , she sitting/riddin on y/n face for punish her (sorry my english is bad:( )

Hii~ Quiet, English is not my forte either hahaha, anyway thanks, it's an interesting request~. I hope you enjoy it ;)

The grimace on her face says it all: you just crossed the line. And even though a part of you feels bad, you can't help the thrill that runs through you from head to toe every time her killer eyes bore into your body. One look is enough to make you eager, but Minji isn't going to settle until you're a quivering mess beneath her.

She takes your chin between her fingers and forces you to look at her.

-Tell me, Kitten, since when do you think you can raise your voice to Mommy? Uhm? -She took a second to see how the low tone of her voice affected you and then pushed your head back, leaving you lying on the mattress-. That deserves punishment, so you'll learn what your slutty mouth is for: to please me.

Minji unbuttoned her dress pants and let them drop to the floor, where her wet panties also landed. The cynicism in her gaze sent a current down your spine, the cravings were beginning to consume you at the very thought of her letting you taste her, but it was so obvious to her too that you were beginning to feel mortified at being so obvious.

The way she climbed onto the bed, how she swung her legs over your face until she left you facing her dripping heat, so close that her delicious scent made you dizzy, but so far away that you still couldn't taste it. Minji let out a giggle as she buried one of her hands in your hair. She was looking at you with equal parts mockery and enjoyment, ready to continue teasing you about how pathetic you were.

-My Kitten is so desperate for me~ Do you like it when mommy uses your mouth? You should be ashamed of yourself, you yell at me and act spoiled just because -without finishing the sentence, her hips clamped down on your mouth.

You let out a moan as you tasted her wetness directly, you needed no other reason to start working on her, licking and kissing her in the best way possible, while they moved over you setting the pace. Soon your face began to stain, soft moans you heard her let out each time she pressed herself against you.

Anyone would say you were doing a good job fucking her, but you knew perfectly well that it was Minji fucking your mouth.She gave the cue for you to stick your tongue into her intimacy, she pressed herself around you as she came and it was she who kept riding out her orgasm without letting you rest.

-That's the way a good toy behaves.... Like this... Keep it... -she said between moans, her hand now tightly clenching your hair and her thighs trembling around your head.

When that sight was too much for your own sex you decided to take one of your hands to solve the problem, however your hand was slapped and what little air you had left to breathe was reduced to nothing for a couple of seconds.

-No... Hands away -she explained, her voice now sounding guttural and getting wetter-. You are forbidden to touch yourself.

The cruel sentence shattered you, but the stuttering of his hips barely allowed you to moan. At the pace they were going and with the snap of you mouth working it was hard to concentrate, and though you wanted to moan you were barely capable of anything.

-I'm for- Mhg.... B-be a nice bag of semen.... ah for me -for a second the room sank into complete silence, the heat bathing your face as Minji spilled and you yourself felt like you were about to cum. Instead it was your turn to swallow the delicious elixir and feel the weight that crushed you grow heavier.

When you were finally released, Minji sat down next to you and ran her hand under your lip, wiping you clean.

-It's a pity that after this good work you're left without an orgasm, but I had to teach you not to be a brat. Now do you understand?

-Y-yes... Mommy...

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