#intellectual foreplay

[poetrybyonur]

Studies done by an online dating site revealed that women find men who read highly attractive and sexy. Women love it when men have big … libraries. 😄 What about you?

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #men who read #intellectual #sexy nerd #intelligence is sexy #book lover #infj man #infj life #intellectual foreplay #reading is sexy #bookworm

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Stede would totally think that reading poetry as foreplay would be the best idea ever. He'd pick something like one of Shakespeare's more erotic poems (Venus and Adonis, probably) and he'd think he was being so slick when he suggested Ed might like to read it with him.

But then Ed would start in with in-depth textual analysis. He's talking about overarching themes and the complexity of the rhyme scheme. And Stede is just stuck there nodding along because yeah, his boyfriend is smart as hell and that's super hot, but also he was totally just expecting to use the lines about pussy as a jumping off point and now he's unintentionally cockblocked himself with Shakespeare

#ofmd #our flag means death #ed craves intellectual stimulation! he'd be happy to use shakespeare for foreplay but you gotta make your intentions clear

[scavengerssuccotash]

I just want someone to watch YouTube video essay’s with.

Why is that so hard?

#personal #intellectual discourse is my foreplay #🤷‍♀️ #single pringle #but only because I’m super awesome and totally out of the league of 90% of the population #obviously #that was sarcasm #I’m actually a mess #scavenger rambles

[punksocks]

Mars Sign Opinions -Part 1 (18+ Only)

*minors please dni, this is for adults only

*only based on my experiences, just take what resonates

Aries Mars: Feisty, fiery go getters. Mars is definitely in domicile here with how much energy these people tend to have. They’re the type to do what they say they will. Can easily become someone people tend to look up to because they usually take on leadership roles as well. Can have a tendency to constantly be chasing after the next big challenge. They can also be a bit argumentative (they would rather fight you than hold a grudge usually- depending on their moon sign). They tend to talk a big game, which isn’t uncommon for Aries placements, but they’re the most likely to put their money where their mouth is. Or at least put their all into trying to. In my opinion this mars sign is all about the build up in bed. When they’re into you (and acting from their masc energy) they’re all about the chase. The thrill of winning someone over and showing that they can pull whoever they have their eye on. They’ll want to build up to the s*x itself, to be made to work for it. They’ll show off their foreplay skills and will be chasing that high throughout the act, showing off and winning dominance over their partner. Likely to finish *pretty* fast ngl. Usually, if they’re as skilled as they‘ve hyped themselves up to be, they can recover just as quickly and go multiple rounds. If they take the timing of their endurance as a bruise to their ego (somehow) then they’re outta there lol. Still these natives tend to have a great deal of appeal and they tend to know that and show it off. (Side note: also likely to be mad competitive.)

Taurus Mars: Slow and steady to a fault, these natives define patience in their approach and actions. Their patience tends to pay off in the long run. Others may miss the progress they make in achieving their goals until the natives are near the end of their journeys. They tend to really work well when their environment is comfortable and when they’re allowed to have their little luxuries (good food, clean and cozy home, etc). It tends to take a lot to actually upset them, but when they’re really angry they can be really hard to deal with. I’ve actually noticed that (as a tendency with most earth mars imo) they don’t really talk themselves up that much, they tend to try to charm others through a more Venusian approach (raw charisma and like social affableness) and showing rather than telling. They tend to play it cool and go for the long game overall. To court and charm someone with gifts and compliments. In bed, they’re very sensual. They love indulging in all of the physicality of s*x. The most into touching their partner all over. They tend to last a long time. They do tend to have a set of go to moves. Imo, by far the most passionate cuddlers. They’ll hold on all night if they’re sleeping over.

Gemini Mars: Witty and hard to pin down. I don’t have as much personal experience here. Intelligent types that like to show off with their writing/debate skills. They move pretty quickly and impulsively. They tend to work well when they’re given a lot of breathing room to throw stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. Need to catch up with their own thoughts sometimes, but they’re definitely whip smart types. When they argue with you they tend to debate from an intellectual standpoint-choose your words wisely. Like a lot of air mars (and Venus) signs, it’s hard to tell what makes them stick around. I’d say a combination of wit and a taste for variety would get them to at least go out with you (or at least sleep with you lol, air mars gang). Will try to charm you by knowing more than you, but will find you super charming if you know more than them (an opinion on Gemini placements lol). They will like to switch up positions a lot and to indulge in giving and receiving a lot of oral. They would also go rounds (less from finishing early, and more from how fast they recoup their energy). Oh and they’d love dirty talk as foreplay and in the heat of s*x.

Cancer Mars: Mars is in determent here. The natives are pretty likely to have low energy levels imo. They will get something done once they put their mind to it, but they’ll need a lot of rest/downtime to recharge their energy. I’ve noticed that these natives tend to get very emotionally invested/attached to their projects/goals. I think that’s another reason they tend to need rest a lot, they can get very energetically tied to their own progress, and find themselves drained from their work. They can accomplish a lot, but they tend to have to learn to use this energetic flow differently than exalted/domicile mars signs. Homebodies, tend to work and rest in the same space if they can. Arguing with them can be super intense, they don’t just get angry they feel their anger. That feelings can be overwhelming for all involved. Most likely to cry during a heated argument, and may use this to manipulate whoever they’re arguing with. Because mars is in determent here, I find that if someone is in their masc energy you have to make them feel at ease before they’d approach you. These natives need to feel like a warmth from you before they come onto you (even if they don’t reciprocate that warmth but that’s a post for another day lol). They tend to be shy and deeply afraid of rejection, the more they like you the more this spurns them. I think they can be pretty in their heads about s*x itself (my experience has been with air heavy people with this placement so grain of salt). They tend to go off of their instincts and to be passionate. They may not be as vanilla as they seem, but bc of that fear of rejection they’re usually too shy to ask about exploring anything kinky early on. So the deeper the relationship, the kinkier they can get. They can also be really into b**bs and curves and are pretty likely to have a kink for unprotected s*x and finishing inside their partner (another breeding kink post about cancer placemeeents lol). Also this is the only mars sign that I’ve had tried to explicitly manipulate me into a relationship from a casual connection lol, so that’s something I had to add lmao (it was bold af lol)

Leo Mars: Again not the most experience here. The natives tend to enjoy the positive attention they can gain from reaching their goals. They tend to catch attention when they take action as well. They tend to light up under the spotlight (certain aspects may affect this), and they like to embrace attention from people they’re interested in. They stay fixated and dedicated to pursuing their goals. Tend to be great leaders as well. It can be intense arguing with them as well, they tend to take conflict personally and fight back pretty hard. If you flatter their ego and make them feel special they’re more likely to go all the way with you. They love being praised and adored in bed, they want you to make them feel like they’re the best you’ve ever had. They can work really hard to earn your positive feedback (in fact, sometimes they can be a bit too fiery imo). Praise makes them h*rny and may help them finish harder. They can indulge in role-play and kinks that give them all the attention. If you don’t make them feel like a prize to have in bed, then they may not stick around.

Virgo Mars: Virgo mars are very diligent folks, they work very hard and take their goals seriously. They are very purposeful types as well, they consider all factors and usually aren’t very impulsive. They know how to read all sides of a situation and how analyze it well. They can be kind of standoffish before you get to know them. They like to be of service when they express their affections, so if they’re always making time for you and doing you favors they may like you. They can be some of my least favorite people to argue with (and I hate arguing oml) bc of how critical they get and how they perceive mistakes and right & wrong. As far as s*x goes, they’re usually impressive at least in the beginning. They get labeled as virginal and conservative, but they tend to be into pleasing their lover in order to pleasure themselves. With their mutable nature, they can be as kinky as you’d want them to be. They can be repetitive though, they may fall into a particular routine with intimacy. And with they really give as good as they get, they perform a good mix of passion and like technique. but their almost procedural approach may not be for everyone lol, but I like how they tend see pleasing you as a challenge they want to rise to the occasion for. Also I think they’re the least submissive of all the mutable mars signs tbh, they know how to steer the boat so they won’t let anyone else drive for too long lol.

#astro observations #astroblr #astro notes #astro community #astrology #taurus mars #gemini mars #mars astrology #aries mars #cancer mars #leo mars #virgo mars #love astrology #18+ only #spicy astrology

[imagining-in-the-margins]

I feel like so many people have a different interpretation of how Spencer Reid would handle sex. There’s the classic nerdy spencer who keeps stuttering and doesn’t know how to do *it* but knows everything technical, and there’s the mega dom spencer who knows exactly what he’s doing, and everything in between. I’m curious to know what you think is most accurate to how he would be? This can also change from first season to last, etc. I’m just curious what u think!

S.R. Sexual Headcanons (NSFW, 18+)

Early Seasons

Shy and slightly insecure, but eager to please

Would spend a lot of time on foreplay because it is the best way to ensure his partner’s pleasure (and it’s a fun kind of science)

Prefers an emotionally attached partner since sex requires vulnerability he is loath to give

Has a lot of things he wants to try, but he is too embarrassed to bring them up, so he’ll wait for his partner to suggest it (very nonjudgmental)

As he gets older, he becomes more confident and lighthearted in bed

Understands the importance of aftercare and insists it’s his responsibility to hold you (he is actually just a cuddlebug with a really good excuse)

Interested in the power dynamics of kink culture but averse to it because he lacks the self-confidence

Preferences/Priorities: Perfecting oral sex techniques, kissing erogenous zones, sensory seeking activities (experimenting with light/hard touches, but not pain).

Middle Seasons

Brat and Switch Era

More willing to have fleeting sexual relationships

Beginning to feel confident in his sexual identity, more willing to ask for what he wants

Enjoys roleplay, more intense power dynamics, and sensory-heavy foreplay (although still loath to grant true vulnerability)

Confident in his ability to please his partner

Seeks out relationships where he can feel challenged in some way (intellectually, physically, emotionally)

Views sex as one of many ways to establish and express intimacy, would easily forego sex for an intellectually stimulating activity (and loves them as foreplay)

Preferences/Priorities: Ensuring his partner is open/comfortable, advocating for his own pleasure, having fun while having sex, exploring deeper rooted sexual proclivities

Late Seasons

Just wants to feel desired for who he is (he is so tired)

Seeking companionship but unwilling to have long term sexual relationships without emotional vulnerability on part of all parties

Struggles with the darker parts of himself and requires reassurance from his partner (both that he is gentle and strong/“a good man”)

Less likely to engage in heavy roleplay, established “scenes” are rare

A more intuitive lover that adapts to emotional and physical shifts, but very cautious to escalate

Craves physical and emotional intimacy before and after sex (he requires aftercare and is so, so touchstarved)

Occasionally uses sex as an outlet for his frustrations, but usually would prefer to ground himself through sentimentality

Preferences/Priorities: Feeling close to his partner, maintaining boundaries, ensuring the overall experience is enjoyable and everyone involved feels safe

What do you think? Sound off in the comments/reblogs and let me know!

*These lists are just for fun and based purely on my perception of his character. Outside of the variety of my fanfiction portrayals, this is what I consider my “truest” perception of his character. No one characterization is “correct” because there is no knowledge of his sexual personality in canon. Heavy submissive/dominant portrayals are, in my view, valid and arguable for any stage of his character. Do not read anything I’ve said as a condemnation of another headcanon. This is all in good fun!

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #Spencer Reid headcanons #spencer reid smut #imaginingafterdark #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid blurb #answer #answered #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds headcanon #criminal minds smut

[shiplessoceans]

Continuing my first rewatch of Hannibal since binging it a few months ago and I swear to fuck...

The stretch of episodes between when Will shows up in Hannibal's office in his freshly showered and clean clothed state being all "I have to deal with you and ...my feelings about you" while looking up at Hannibal through his lashes as though 'aw shucks-ing' and acting vulnerable is gonna skate him past trying to have Hannibal murdered.

And the thing is that it DOES. It actually fucking works. Will can assume Hannibal's point of view and he knows Hannibal wouldn't be able to resist a contrite version of himself. One who made sure to arrive freshly groomed and wearing aftershave like a nervous prom date.

From then on Will is so sure of himself. He's gonna draw Hannibal out into the open and prove he was right about him being a manipulative murderer. He just needs to dangle the bait and reel him in. And the only bait Will has to offer is himself so...

Will gives Hannibal the perfect friend. One so interesting and malleable and open to suggestion, who intellectually spars with him, double entendres and all.

And yeah it backfires. Sure, he has a few interesting dreams. Can't even blame the encephalitis anymore for waking up panting and sweat soaked now... He's just been dreaming about Hannibal calling him beloved and talking about love before he arranged for Hannibal to be bound at his mercy and squeezed so tightly against a tree that he explodes in a gush of bodily fluid....

Man... Will really fucked around and found out huh?

The two of them sitting on the desk side by side not looking at each other and talking about how they'd kill each other with their hands and how satisfying they'd find it might be the horniest goddamn scene I've watched in memory.

I would argue episodes 2x07 through the end of season 2 are all foreplay, drawn out and delicious and heady because both of them KNOW it's a bad idea and yet they cannot resist it.

That we reach the season finale. At long last, the climactic ending where we get the anticipated penetration that Hannibal and Will really want, mind body and soul.

Yes it's with a knife but that's how these two relate. Mark my words this show is a fucking will-they won't-they romcom with violence in the place of tenderness and every other story beat the same.

Fucking brilliant. I love this insane show your honour.

#hannibal #it's about blood as a metaphor #for exactly what you think it's a metaphor for #they're not in love #it's so much worse than love #they're in bloodlust with each other #murder husbands #hannigram #will graham #hannibal meta #hannibal reaction

[bugs1nmybrain]

Random Aizawa x Reader Headcanons

Minors Don't Interact

Warning: nsfw, age gap headcanons but not every reader has to have one, implied fem reader, typos

He's actually chill

Like yes around his students he's stern but he has no reason to be with you. He's still kind of stand off-ish and grumpy but he's kind of funny

Enjoys stay in dates

Busy af but he'll figure out how to make time for you even if it's not all the time

Coffee dates, cat cafe dates, maybe a walk around the neighborhood. He enjoys those if you're going out. Nothing flashy or fancy.

He'll bond with you almost instantly if you love cats. It's a green flag for him. You will have a cat together at some point

He's actually not really rushing for any kind of marriage or major commitment. He's not a cheater and he definitely could spend years with you, it's just not in the forefront of his mine.

Isn't extremely affectionate physically but can be if you really initiate it

He actually somewhat likes watching tv shows with you but always starts dozing off. It's funny to see him trying to fight the zzzs

Doesn't have a lot of relationship experience though he's had maybe 3 or 4 serious partners

Age Gap Entry (not relevent for other headcanons)

When I say age gap I mostly mean early 20s and even up to 27ish. 18 and 19 can count.

He's a little worried of the relationship being inappropriate

But he has a good connection with you. A lot of intellectual and emotional understanding

Gets frustrated when you make irrational and naive decisions

Isn't too keen on the daddy kink thing but he is a little protective of you in that he offers common sense and wisdom.

Can get a little overstimulated by your energy but that's not entirely because of age. He's just a naturally. Is lethargic person when he isn't fighting people

You make him feel hip

Nsfw

Kind of lame 😭

Vanilla af and whenever you have sex he tends to end up tired quick

He's not that horny honestly though he does get urges. And when he manages to have sex he enjoys it a lot

Loves that feeling of release when he cums

Doesn't take him that long but sometimes it can be a bit. His average stamina is maybe 7-9 minutes.

His dick is big. About 6 and a half inches and decently thick. A bit of a shower. 4 inch flaccid.

Idk if I want to talk about balls right now but he's got them for sure

Does not shave but if you have an issue at any point he'll consider cutting down

Bondage is surely a fetish but he doesn't indulge in it that often. Likes using binding cloth but he tends to use the ones he uses least often (he has more than one)

Would be hesitant to do anal. He knows he's big. If you're male he'll kind of loosen up cuz it's sometimes a given but he'd be very realistic about it and make sure your prepped right and won't be uncomfortable

Enjoys blowjobs

Isn't a boobs or an ass guy tbh he's just a whatever looks good in the moment guy. Isn't too picky on body types. Whether you're thin or have curves or are heavier he'll appreciate you and want you

Can only cum once a day typically

He does watch porn sometimes. Especially if he's single

Lost his virginity at 20 or so

His fingers are calloused and you'll be able to tell if he fingers you. The roughness actually helps the friction between them and your clit

Rough most of the time but not in the aggressive way. He always has a habit of starting slow and deep but he ends up picking up quite a bit but it feels good

He's good at sex. It's the Scorpio in him

You're so tight for him. His girth and length make it hard for you not to be. Definitely get some needed foreplay in there cuz you'll need to be moist

Despite not liking the daddy kink, it has happened. He let it happen, too. In that moment, he didn't really care, and it was a little hot if he'll admit. But he usually cringes at it and the idea of it.

Uses condoms always unless you're using birth control such as the pill or IUD and in a long term relationship

He's so good it's unbearable. Such a hottie

#aizawa #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #aizawa smut #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader smut

[just-castlevania-imagines]

Can I request kissing headcanons for Orlox with gender neutral s/o?

Olrox Kissing Headcanons - Gender Neutral Reader

Olrox is a charming man. That is a fact. So expect to melt in the moments leading up to it.

But don't be a fool, Olrox enjoys his lovers with some spark to them.

Someone who'll rise to his level, but who can also bring him down to his.

There's physical attraction of course. But he likes to be intellectually stimulated.

He finds the exchange of world views to be incredible foreplay.

That, and a little violence when it's suitable.

He's the kind to slowly approach you, have you entranced by his green eyes. A hand on your chin to keep you focused where he wants.

And then, and only then, he kisses you. It's deep, slow, a promise.

But, if you lose your patience while he slowly leans in, and just pull him into a kiss instead? Oh he loves it. He has a smirk on his lips.

Like I said, he enjoys the spark. The fire. He likes being surprised.

-Mod Medusa

#castlevania nocturne #castlevania olrox #olrox x reader #castlevania netflix #castlevania imagines #castlevania nocturne imagines #mod medusa

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

the counterpart

• chapter 1 — a welcome threatening stir

rating: explicit. please don’t skip straight to the (future) smut parts though, i’m currently teaching myself how to play chess just for this fic /hj

word count: 4,5k

pairing: viktor x fem!reader (no use of ‘y/n’)

cw: alcohol, occasional cussing, reader is a smoker (she plays chess and lives in the 90s, how do you expect her to have healthy lungs in these conditions?). a LOT of tension, viktor is a certified brat tamer. i think that’s it — please come yell at me if i missed anything. basically just a silly little chess rivals (sort of) au.

i am finally writing this multichapter and i hope it will be a fun read for you and an excellent torture for me. i have a vision but i don’t know how to make shit perfectly executed. we’ll see how this goes. an ao3 link will be added later. any feedback is highly appreciated.

part 2

⸻

You weren’t obsessed with him. 

With the way his tongue would click against his teeth so astutely irritating — a gesture you grew to define as some brief foreplay before said appendage touched his palate precisely one tortuous time, whispering a victorious ‘check’. With a crease dissecting his forehead — a rare occasion you managed to grasp only twice: the first time being your failed attempt to capture his queen, and the second — a recent one, at that — being a foolish way you’ve lost a freshly converted into a rook pawn: concurrently the most humiliating way to jeopardize an intellectual sparring. 

You weren’t obsessed with his bizarre contemplative humming, nor with his Czech last name — needless to mention the disheveled mayhem of dark hair: Viktor was just a mere enigma you fancied to occasionally demerge — sneakily, patiently, with a positive passion to it. Habitually in a private ambiance of either his or your dorm room, though actually more commonly his — something about it simply screamed peace, as contradictory as that sounds. Sweetly quiet, relatively neat, with a never properly made bed being the only truly concerning mess in it.

That apartment was the embodiment of a grandmaster’s mind, and it certainly had all the chances of belonging to one at some point: if only he kept up with the meticulous tactics you were (secretly) so jealous about. 

“Envy is a waste of time,” he unkindly reminded you one particularly languid evening, “you should pursue ways to expand your knowledge — not to contract them with such trivialities.” 

That reproach got into your ambitious head. Call it a reality check or a simple first impression — since that encounter was also the first one you two had ever shared.

Though could someone really blame you? You didn’t need humbling. Well, not any more of that crude one, at the very least — a local college chess club had more than enough of it to offer. You could consume their disdain for weeks and it still wouldn’t make them run out of it — they had plenty in stock specifically for women. That much was obvious the second you appeared before those arrogant, prejudiced fools. You stepped in there innocently hoping to enroll, but stormed off with a genuine intention to commit homicide — a manslaughter, to be precise, and god weren’t you going to be merciful. 

‘You can’t enroll without a rating,’ hissed that bespectacled, caricaturely tall boy — all heavily starched collar, stupid chequered tie and a handful of dirty blonde hair plastered across his forehead. 

Bullshit, you thought, gathering every last ounce of your forced politeness, who needs a rating to enroll into a college fucking chess club? 

‘We don’t accept amateurs,’ assented his not any less grimy interlocutor, his expression a tad bit more bearable. ‘Please, leave,’ he demanded, lancing your face with his hostile eyes. 

Well, it’s a good thing you accept ill-mannered bastards, you almost muttered, fists clenching hard into a white-knuckled disaster. 

And perhaps you were even willing to negotiate, to have their best players all lined up in front of you — each waiting for a turn to be relentlessly put in his place by you; and you would certainly show them — quick, efficient and contemplative. You would force them into submission — professionally so, in a way that would make them all wonder whether the next Judit Poglar herself has decided to bless them with her presence. 

Because, sure; you were certainly many things — an excellent mind, a trickster, a fanatic, but that list never included an amateur. The mere fact someone even dared to insult you in such a way — and without even sparing you one game of chess — was, frankly, deeply humiliating. 

So you decided to let your pride win. Walked out of that damned club with an ostentatious huff, heels clacking loud enough to muffle their demeaningly misogynistic brouhaha — a tacit protest, an addendum to your passive-aggressive ‘good luck, gentlemen’. 

They didn’t want you — fine, whatever, you didn’t want them either. You’ll find yourself a counterpart soon — not any less intelligent, and, most importantly, a respectful one. They’ll come crawling back to you once you gain a rating, mourning their loss and pathetically begging for sweet mercy. You could already imagine the holes rubbed through the nice fabric of their dress pants from all the kneeling you’ll make them do. 

Besides, Jayce had already promised to introduce you to someone decent. ‘He’s sweet,’ he assured you, a friendly arm wrapped around your tense shoulder. ‘Incredibly smart,’ he proceeded with his wholehearted praise, proud grin so wide the corners of his mouth were definitely hurting. ‘Somewhat awkward,’ he mused, raising one eyebrow in consideration, ‘though I’m not entirely sure it’s awkwardness, per se, Viktor is simply… pensive.’

Viktor. Your eyes squeezed shut, offering the restless imagination a brief opportunity to brainstorm. A competent, pensive and sweet chess lover: what would his temper turn out to be like? Does he have a rating yet? What if he’s already playing professionally? Perhaps he even has a title? 

Jayce’s next comment didn’t offer you much help though. 

‘He’s handsome too,’ he whispered, a shit-eating smirk wiped instantly off his pleased physiognomy. Elbows become offensive weapons between the ribs of unfortunate matchmakers, you see. 

Either way: the deal was sealed. You were going to meet Viktor the next chance you get, and Jayce’s upcoming birthday has provided you with precisely that convenience. 

It still happened rather spontaneously — you can’t mentally prepare yourself for an encounter you don’t quite know what to expect of. Sure, Jayce’s complaisant flattery was still at your service — a source not exactly reliable, yet somewhat welcomed nonetheless: though only because you lacked any other information about this Viktor persona.

But you decided not to upset a dear friend on his birthday. Acting like Jayce was bearable to be around was a part of your gift, after all. 

Unfortunately, the fact he was born on an awfully steamy July day wasn’t helping you accomplish that; you squinted, drowning a glass of that disgustingly warm bourbon, a couple of melted ice cubes in it slightly diluting the once-rich taste of liquor. The man of the hour had quickly dissolved into a mess of infuriatingly noisy people after only reserving you a quick hello, shiny eyes already evidently tipsy — either from all the attention or the contentious quality of the booze this bar had to offer. 

You didn’t dare to complain. The tab was on a birthday boy, and you knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Knew better, yet still stared right at Jayce’s laughing physiognomy, grin so blindingly toothy it had you regretting ever sojourning this feast of life. Not that you had anything against attending birthday celebrations; but a cramped bar, a cheap drink and not a single minute spent with a man you came here for weren’t exactly your ideal perception of said… festivity. Not to mention that Viktor was terribly late — though your darling mutual acquaintance was in no state to properly introduce you to him anyway. You slipped out of your bar stool, rubbing an erratic little pattern into the weary skin of each heavy eyelid — but the sleepiness didn’t magically dissolve under the persistent pressure of your fingers. If there existed a thing you hated more than cocky men and bad booze — then it certainly had to be feeling hot, and this awful place has kindly reminded you of precisely that long forgotten loathing; air so sticky it was melting your brain into a tired, dysfunctional mush. 

Somehow you managed to find an exit before the headache became borderline unbearable, letting the evening greet you with a chilly slap on precisely that slick place where a damp blouse kept clinging onto your sweaty back. Summer sure was relentless this year — the outdoors didn’t offer you much of that crispy gentle breeze, but it was still not nearly as suffocatingly hot as inside that grimy shelter for drunks. 

Shaky hands slid inside the pocket of your pants, fumbling frantically with the contents of it: glistening candy wrappers, ringing keys and a handful of coins. Took you long enough to finally feel the shape of an old lighter, the spark wheel of it so terribly rusty the callus on your thumb started stinging as soon as you laid it on that rough little bump. 

With a sigh, you fetched a folded pack of Camel out of the same stuffed sack, the state of said poor thing utterly matching its owner’s — all ruffled, messy, with the bottom of it barely still intact. Well, fine, perhaps that last trait was not precisely pertinent to you, but your rear was hurting quite palpably after an hour spent sitting on that awfully uncomfortable stool — which meant that relating to your poor box of cancer sticks was inevitable. 

The spark wheel gave in after a few insistent pushes, and within seconds you were taking your first greedy drag, back pressed tightly against the cool wall; providing you a much needed support for taming a headache with a smoke break that would undoubtedly cause a new one in an instant. The filth filled your lungs with sweet relief, and you let the sedation run slowly through your veins, squeezing the filter in an affectionate little embrace of trembling index and middle fingers. 

And then your private moment was ruined. But not abruptly in the slightest, with just one simple call of your name – the most careful of all interventions, surprisingly quizzical and polite, heavily accented at the edge of the very last syllable. Still had you choking ungracefully on your tiny nicotine snack, filling the silence with awfully inelegant coughing. 

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you,” spoke your pensive intruder, causing you to sharply turn around, back clinging off the wall in one unsubtle movement. 

That’s how all meaningful formal meetings happen. Unfailingly when you least expect them, or, even worse — when you stop expecting them at all, with every thought banished from your utterly relaxed mind. They sneak up on you under shitty bars, giving you a slight vertigo and then offering a polite smile to make amends, gripping the handles of their canes with pent up awkwardness. And god were they peculiar intrusions — matching your silly, much too improper manner to wear corporate clothes for a night out, with just a few buttons of their tight vest undone; limbs lanky, but not inept, eyes brimming with pretty copper right onto your astonished frame. Made you randomly embarrassed about your chipped nail polish and messy hair with just a mere presence of their flawlessness: you knew you were facing a tease before you even managed to acknowledge his appearance, brow raising curiously in a cautious attempt of a greeting.

“Well, you did startle me,” was the first thing to leave your mouth after the coughing assault had ended, lips stretching lazily into an involuntary grin. “How do you know my name?” 

His eyes — oh those big shiny tormentors — widened in surprise, and one sinewy hand crawled somewhat haphazardly up his chest, fingers catching the knot of a red tie to pull on it firmly. To either adjust it or to make the clearing of a tender throat easier — you couldn’t quite place it, yet still watched him in silent astonishment, tasting the bitterish taste of tobacco on the tip of your tongue. 

“Well,” he parroted your tone with sharp accuracy and proceeded with distinguished sass, “I believe a certain someone has introduced us to each other… in absentia, so to speak.” 

Oh. So that was your new charming counterpart? Bravo, Jayce — there was actually something truthful about your flattering for the first time. 

“For I am Viktor, in case you’re still confused,” he obligingly reminded, abandoning the brief fidgeting with his tie to offer you a handshake.  

You gulped, almost extending a dominant arm to accept it, but some weird foreboding had once convinced you that to twine your still smelling of cigarettes fingers with a stranger would be somehow perceived as crude — and so you clumsily caught his palm with your other, less nimble limb. Let the heat of his touch engrave into your hand, eyes swirling the tiny mole above that defined cupid’s bow, making you feel stupid for stealing that innocent of a peek. Had you forgetting about the still stuffed into your mouth cigarette as it fell open in oblivious awe, almost dropping a decent bridge of ashes onto his pretty shoes.

Regaining the lost composure, you managed to introduce yourself in a manner similar to his — not that it was necessary since he seemed to remember what to call you exactly, but the gesture still felt right — you’d vowed to treat people with politeness and liked to think that it was going quite well for you. 

“So,” he uttered somewhat approbatory, withdrawing his hand from your tender clasp, “normally I don’t… tutor. But Jayce was rather insistent I try — and he’d also assured me that you’re quite passionate about the subject.” 

You huffed, letting out an undefinable sound of confusion. Not without a mixture of evident irritation to it, if you were to be frank — but that was entirely justified. A tutor? Is that how Jayce really took it? 

“I’m not looking for a tutor,” you sassed matter-of-factly, angrily inhaling from your cigarette. “I’m looking for a counterpart. What makes you think that you’re competent enough to teach me anything at all?” you inquired with candid hostility, watching him go limp in silent panic. 

You’d vowed to treat people with politeness and didn’t care if it wasn’t going well for you anymore. Quite a drastic change of plans, to be frank.

“Oh, I am not claiming that,” Viktor rushed to object, and the way a few strands of hair started shaking treacherously as he wagged his head had almost caused you to crack a pretentious smirk. But he quickly soothed the unkempt curl and proceeded with his explanation, “I was simply told you might need some help. Why the unnecessary attitude?” 

“Because you were told wrong,” you practically spat the smoke into his face, lips smacking together with an audible pop. It made his textured nose wrinkle with a fed up sigh, entertaining you with an ungainly attempt of waving that livid cloud away. 

“And that’s my fault… how, exactly?” he mumbled with an utterly puzzled glare, and you scoffed in silent rejoicement, leaning slightly closer to divert yourself with more of his emotiveness. 

“You should have paid more attention to what Jayce told you,” you jumped over his rhetorical question paying it no mind whatsoever. Though, as you were reminiscing on the events of this exact conversation — your own audacity made you wonder how Viktor managed to refrain from slapping you across the face that very instant. The shitty booze must have turned out not so shitty after all — it sure gave you the nerve, and you were holding onto it a tad bit too tightly. 

But your new companion didn’t take that well. His thick eyebrow protruded into a furious arc, lids twitching slightly at the outburst you were so pathetically proud about. Both hands returned to the handle of his cane, as if getting ready to transform it into a weapon — and he leaned his whole body weight on it with a displeased gasp, accented voice obtaining a lower, more threatening edge to it. 

He’s sweet, you scoffed, ready to press your forehead against his like an uncivilized animal. It’s not like you were acting much better than that anyway. 

Well, at least Jayce didn’t lie about the handsome part. 

“I’ll have you know that I was, indeed, paying attention,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “and if you wish to quibble over the words that do not even belong to me — then fine: be my absolute guest, but do not except me to align with your enthusiasm and partake in useless insults.” 

He cleared his throat again, evidently reluctant to indulge in whatever spectacle you were so clearly asking for. That man didn’t deserve your resentment, but now you certainly deserved his, and so you backed off, fingers twitching haphazardly as they curdled around your cigarette for one last awkward drag, lashes fluttering with palpable nervousness. 

“I was told you needed a tutor — and I sincerely apologize if your request was miscomprehended,” Viktor sighed, and you blinked at him in baffled reverence. Wishing oh so desperately to burn your  always looking for trouble tongue with that still somewhat smoldering tobacco stick. 

“No, I…” you gasped in response, but Viktor held a soothing hand up, stopping you from puking out more of that guilty incoherent nonsense. 

“Please, allow me to finish,” he demanded, and you obeyed — a mere culpable inch away from accidentally swallowing the filter still filling your mouth with a sharp savour of smoke. 

And your submission was appreciated right away. 

“So, as I was saying,” Viktor returned to his lecture with a distinguished cough, “I’m sorry if your request was miscomprehended. But it certainly wasn’t miscomprehended by me, which makes your reaction somewhat… unfair, don’t you think?” 

“Yes,” you yielded, nodding in weak agreement. “Yes, totally unfair.” 

“To say the least,” he was quick to add, emphasizing the last word especially heavy.  

“To say the least,” you parroted in response — just like a tamed misbehaving brat. And that’s precisely what you were — humbled, put in your place and sorry. You were sorry, and it made you quiver as you timidly chewed on the inside of an already half-eaten cheek, frantically counting the numerous scratches on your shoes. Doing anything to escape the gentle orbs undressing you off your very flesh in an attempt to find something even you doubted was still there: some prudence. 

“So, with that being said,” Viktor summarized, and you heard a resonant click of his cane against the concrete, “I suggest you take out your anger on someone who’s responsible for the incorrect wording.” 

You dared to abandon your defeated position, head tilting slightly upwards to witness his departure — just as languid as this completely disastrous evening; no offense to Jayce and his special day, of course. 

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” he smiled, politely nodding at the establishment before you two, “I still ought to wish that someone a happy birthday.” 

So that’s how you lose both a battle and a war. He’d just taught you a valuable lesson — and here you were, so appalled to the idea of being tutored. Oh how the tables have turned. 

You reached out a hand for him, preliminarily putting out that damned cigarette to the sole of your messy shoe in a chaotic rush. Grazed his shoulder with a fleeting touch — so cowardly unsure if you were even allowed to pamper such luxury in these conditions. But he showed you some mercy — allowed it to linger there, slightly dipped into the curvature of his clavicle, awaiting your next move with a didactic frown. 

A look of a man who’d put you in a checkmate before even pulling out a chess board. 

“Viktor, I’m sorry,” you muttered with the most sincere remorseful look your face could even master, “I’m terribly sorry, actually. I shouldn’t have—“ but he interrupted you, eyes drifting playfully to the hand still invading his precious privacy. 

“Oh, shit,” you cussed under your breath, hastily pulling it back as if it was leprotic, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

“Please, continue,” he insisted softly. Gave you a few seconds to finish crumbling into stupid tipsy pieces and stepped back, all of his attention centered precisely on your earnest apology. 

Oh, nevermind, someone please scratch the ‘showed you some mercy’ part.  

“I was rude,” you confessed (as if it wasn’t obvious enough already). “Unacceptably so. I’m not exactly… good with social cues — but it’s no excuse, I should never have said that. Especially within the first five minutes of meeting you,” the words were flowing out of your mouth so naturally — surprisingly smooth for someone who’d normally take three to five business days to come up with a proper atonement (or even consider the necessity of one whatsoever). 

“Do you think I could somehow… make it up to you?” you hit him with your most pitiable arrow, the one you were saving up for special occasions when you really did mean to somehow atone for all the damage, eyes two pretty things seeking his forgiveness with a sporadic, perplexed blink. But they saw none — he’d frowned, hummed in consideration, and then tormented you with silence for just a few more everlasting seconds, making you sink your lips softly into the edge of your nail and scrape some polish off of it. Squinting instantly at the awful, chemical taste — and Viktor finally gave up. 

You’d realized it was your first time hearing him laugh much later. It was, indeed, a thing to remember — all raspy, strangely domestic, not malicious or willing to destroy you any further. And yes — technically, he was laughing at you, but if that’s what you’d get every time this man filled the air with that soft laughter — then you may as well become a circus employee just to figure out how to make him emit more of it.

“All is forgiven,” he assured you, shaking his head, “the second you made that face, actually. But no more of that, please. If that’s how you plead — then I’m afraid I might someday forgive you something utterly unacceptable.” 

He’s sweet, you sighed, an unsure smile returning plastered across your face once again. 

Perhaps you should start listening to Jayce more often. 

“But back to your request,” Viktor was quick not to let you turn into a puddle on that still scorched by the sun ground, “a counterpart — is that what you need? Why not join a chess club, then?” 

His question didn’t mean any harm, and he obviously just asked it out of sheer curiosity — yet it still made you feel a tad bit demeaned. Not by him, of course, just by the fact those arrogant fucks still dared to coexist without you. 

Perhaps they would be willing to reconsider if they saw your behavior tonight? 

You sighed, shrugging off his query. “I tried to. They didn’t let me because I don’t have a rating.”

“Really? Well that’s just strange — since when does one need a rating for it?” his confusion was genuine, eyes widened drastically as if he’d just heard the biggest absurdity of his entire life. 

“That’s what I said,” you whined in a tone of a natural gossip-girl, almost ready to chain-smoke the entire rest of your pack now that you were reminded of your misery. 

“I see,” Viktor hummed, stroking a thumb over the line of his sharp chin in deep scrutiny, “hm, I’m certain I’ve never heard them demand a rating for enrollment before. A club is not a tournament, after all.” 

“Wait, are you a member of our chess club?” the realization quickly absorbed you, but Viktor didn’t quite catch on to your astonishment. 

“Yes,” he dryly confirmed, “yes, I am. Not that I spend much time there though — those gentlemen are simply… how do I put it politely? Mediocre. Incompetent. I don’t like careless opponents — what’s the point in playing them if you can picture how exactly you can win within seconds?” 

Within seconds. You froze in apparent disbelief, trying to figure out whether he’s bluffing or actually being serious, awaiting tensely on something — anything —  that might indicate a joke. But not a single muscle on his pale face twitched into a smile — he’d responded with a look as awfully inquisitive as yours, unsure of what exactly you expect him to do. 

So he does mean it. In that case, he’s either very full of himself — or these boys are, in fact, that hopeless in chess. And something kept telling you that it most likely was the ladder.

“I’m jealous then, I suppose,” you offered him a safe answer, toying thoughtlessly with your poor, rusty lighter. 

“Please don’t be,” he protested with a careful plea. “Envy is a waste of time. You should pursue ways to expand your knowledge — not to contract them with such trivialities.” 

Bold of him to assume you might envy his skills. Well, yes — you were definitely beaming with envy, but he didn’t need to know that just yet. 

You snorted, almost letting that toxic conceit take over whatever pieces of common sense Viktor had just punched back into you — and his words dwelled, slinking through your skull, filling you not with thirst for vengeance, but with inspiration. It gave you some time to form a decent comeback, so you used it wisely: by delivering precisely that kind of answer, eyes rolling playfully at his discreet lecture. 

“I don’t envy your tactics,” you informed him, gracefully holding your head up, “I envy the fact you have someone to show them to.” 

And that boy smiled again, forcing your light vertigo to return — but not out of tipsiness or so-called ‘arrogance poisoning’. 

“So do you,” he whispered, and watched you derail with the most victorious countenance known to a man. Reminding you nonchalantly that he doesn’t need a single chess piece to have you in a stalemate. 

That muggy bar might’ve offered you an experience of being trapped in a figurative, impossibly narrow coffin, but Viktor’s presence was the thing that truly made you feel like an actual cadaver — all empty thoughts, and stiffness, and skipped heartbeats. 

But Jayce forgot to mention that your new competitor was also deeply laconic. 

“Meet me in the library next… Friday, if you’re available?” he wasn’t generous enough to award you with any more seconds to recover from this exchange, impatiently expecting a confirmation. You could only manage a non-verbal one, nodding weakly at his offer. 

“Say… somewhere around noon?” he mused, and you instantly nodded again, waiting obligingly for his next suggestion. What a pleasure it is to do business with you! 

“Perfect,” he snatched the words out of your mouth, already half-turned to the bar entrance, “please bring a board, and I shall bring the clocks… Yes, the library should suffice — it’s not like a game of chess requires much conversation either way. Now, please do excuse me — I really need to steal Jayce away for a minute.” 

You watched him vanish into that devilish, so utterly unfitting for a man of his kind place; eyes nailed into his back as the crowd of feasting people swallowed your new interlocutor. Letting an excited little breath slip past your open mouth, escorting him with an uncoordinated wave of a shaky hand — a rather silly, excessive gesture since he wasn’t able to see it, and yet it still felt right — like a perfect little farewell to strengthen this newfound friendship with. 

That’s how you met your counterpart — or, perhaps, that’s what you used to see in him once. 

What you were still oblivious about — is that this man will conquer you in much more capacities than just the game that brought you two together.

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tags (please let me know if you’d like to be added to them) : @zaunitearchives @blissfulip

#viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor fanfic #viktor x f!reader #arcane fanfic #viktor smut #*throws this thing at you and vanishes* #the cunterpart

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intellectual foreplay and deep penetrating conversation >>>>

#txt #my text #b&w #personal text #needs

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a modest fic rec list 🫶🏻

take you like a drug by @callsignvalley / callsignvalley (Sereshaw | E | 12,848) don't walk, run to read this fic. a neighbors AU where Jake and Bradley have competitive sex, featuring both bottom!Bradley and daddy kink. it's PERFECT. I haven't stopped thinking about it since I read it.

most arduously by @gothampot / MadeItUp (Sereshaw | M | 18,700) the college professors AU you didn't know you needed. featuring snark, intellectual debates, lectures as foreplay, and these fools finding their way to each other as the universe intended.

hot as a fever, rattling bones by Notchka88 (Sereshaw | E | 6,058) this fic captures the feeling of a summer heatwave so perfectly. Notch's characterisation of a Jake and Bradley who can't help but be competitive down to the last is so spot on and the smut is A++

calefaction by @reiverreturns / reiverreturns (Sereshaw | M | 9,049) Reiver has such a particular way of writing that I'm absolutely obsessed with. so many lines in this fic had me literally groaning out loud at how gorgeous they were. I'm such a sucker for heartfelt conversations and learning there's more to someone than you first thought and this fic captures that beautifully.

crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man by @gothampot / MadeItUp (Sereshaw | E | 11,202) I'll be honest - I'm not usually a fan of characters being outright oblivious in fics, but Rock handles it so masterfully. the tension is exquisite and the payoff is so goddamn good! the smut had me blinking like a owl at my screen, truly.

all our yesterdays by Notchka88 (Serehsaw | E | 30,292) TIME LOOP FIC. I can't express to you how much I love this fic. Notch is so deft and concise with her writing but so so so capable of infusing it with so much feeling and yearning and heartache... fics don't often make me cry but this one managed it both times I've read it. so many gorgeous lines, seriously brilliant writing!

#Teagan talks #fic rec #Sereshaw #Hangster #Hangman x Rooster #Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin #Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun fic #I'm waaaay overdue on making a rec list and these are certified bangers

[erogenousmind]

Bliss

Donna was glowing. She lay face up on the bed, spread eagle although she didn’t feel any restraints holding her limbs there. Her body had a sheen of sweat that the ceiling fan was fast working to remove. Her face felt flush. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, but her breathing was deep and even. Testing her muscles and stretching in place, she noticed she was sore. The best kind of sore. All the right places felt used. All the right parts of her felt the fatigue of the last few hours.

Donna noted all of these things, because aside from the feeling of her body and the look of her immediate surroundings, all she had to let her know what those last few hours had been was the glow inside of her. Like a warm ball of energy it radiated happiness. She was euphoric. Donna could not imagine being more contented. And while she had a general idea what might have brought about this state, she was curious about the particulars.

She noted the sunlight finding its way around the curtains. It was after noon. So probably a weekend. Or maybe Bradley had come home for an extended lunch break. Donna imagined herself greeting him at the door, naked and kneeling with a meal already on the table. He could have triggered her on the way home so she could be his empty and obedient toy from the moment he walked in. And now, having gotten what he came for, he could already be back to work, leaving Donna dazed and disheveled to put her head back together and bask in this wonderful afterglow.

The fantasy brought a smile to her lips. It was so hot to see herself as just a tool for his pleasure. A mindless toy to be used and put away until needed again. She knew in reality that he was far too attentive and concerned for her well-being to leave before making sure she was properly cared for. Looking over to the small nightstand next to the bed, she was not surprised to see a fresh glass of water which she took gratefully. The water was cool and she realized her mouth was quite dry and had the taste of...mmm...him lingering still on her tongue.

Setting the glass down, she stilled herself for a moment, listening for Bradley. Maybe he was coming back for another round. Maybe everything before this was just foreplay and he had spent that time training her for the events to come. Giving her new triggers, expanding and shaping her mind exactly the way he wanted. Brainwashing his helpless little slave. Donna began to writhe gently falling back on the bed. God, it was all so hot! Would she remember this little interlude later?  Would she remember any of it? Bradley had long ago asserted control over her memories and he always took such joy in allowing her to recall what a good girl she had been when it was most pleasing to him. And that meant she enjoyed it too. Master’s pleasure is my pleasure. The mantra echoed in her mind. That wasn’t new. She smiled. That had been a core of her conditioning for quite some time now and she could recall many a hazy night moaning it as she fell asleep, training herself to be better for him.

Bradley also loved to give her this time. So much of their most exciting time together, Donna was too lost in the moment to let the intellectual part of her mind really appreciate it. What she was. What she had become. What she could do and be for the man who had taken such complete control of her. But in these moments, there was nothing to do but be confronted with that reality. To know, absolutely, that she was not in control. That her mind had been taken over by the man she loved to the point that she couldn’t even remember what day it was. All she could do, filled with that joy, was reflect. To see those hidden fantasies of what she had always wished her life could become and to see how seamlessly they had been blended with her reality.

Donna wondered sometimes if the warmth she felt deep inside during these moments were another hypnotic gift from her owner. If he primed her to enjoy this time just how he wanted. But more and more she suspected it was the genuine joy that came from her mind processing all of it. Her subconscious knowing all the wonderful secrets it was keeping from her. The ability to take it all in, to bask in these moments.

It occurred to Donna that there were probably other tasks that needed her attention today. Dinner to be made or shopping to be done. Cleaning or exercising or whatever was commanded of her. But those things would all wait. For now, lacking any direct orders, her place was here. At his word, she would do and say and be and think whatever he desired of her. His personal maid or cook. His naughty little slut. His blank pleasure toy. His mindless, obedient slave.

But for now all she needed to be, all she wanted to be, all he required her to be, was blissfully happy. The ball of warmth surged inside her and she rocked back and forth giddily, eager to see what came next.

For now, Donna was to be content. She was happy to obey.

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Death Note " Sex Headcannons"

Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight Warnings: fingering, penetration, oral sex (female and male receiving) virginity lost (WITH CONSENT), mentions of reproductive system, slang terms of female and male genatalia, sploshing (mentions of food) female x female, dirty talk, cursing, pegging (pinning/restraints), CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female).

Light Yagami (pre-Death Note timeline, AGED UP)

Honestly, I think that he wouldn't be interested in sex let alone dating since he's too focused on his academics. But he tries to be more affectionate and be a good boyfriend nonetheless (especially if he never picked up/got the Death Note).

Light would be hella nervous in your first time but it's not too obvious. You know the confident nervous? Yes he's like that.

He would appreciate it if you took the lead first. But he would still try his best to make you feel good. I think that Light doesn't really check out porn and hentai sources too much he does once in a while or if he's bored he's just too shy to admit it. Or because he's just too god damn smart, good at almost everything and studies human biology (reproductive system) too much that he knows where to touch and lick you and also his classmates making dirty jokes all the time.

He really loves foreplay. He likes touching and exploring your body and everything about you. He'll also the type to stroke himself while fingering you and making you whine just by his hands. Though he doesn't really mind it if you requested to touch him too but he doesn't want to cum too early, since he wants to release when he's inside you.

So just imagine him down on you lapping on your cunt like there's no tomorrow, girl you ain't walking for a week. Light also likes it when you ruffle his hair while eating you out, it turns him on more.

I swear, his tongue is unpredictable. At first he'll give you soft, kitty licks then he'll turn into flash real quick. And if you give him the head, he'll try to stop his moans but he can't control it (his grunts are so pretty trust me). His cum tastes decent and he'll get weirded out at first if you swallowed his semen "Did you just swallowed it?" "Y-Yeah". But he'll get more excited if you keep doing it.

I think his go to positions are you riding him and missionary on his first time. But after some more experience he'll definitely mix up the positions (he'll also do some extra research after his first to also make you feel good, equal power). He'll definitely enjoys doggy style as he likes the view of your ass (no matter if you have the whole bakery or not). Light will definitely slap your ass if you asked him to and call you names like slut or whore while pounding his dick inside of you (though I feel like he wouldn't go this far since he's afraid of hurting you).

He has a preference in cumming. Light prefers using condoms since it's extra safe and he wouldn't want to get you pregnant if he's still not ready having a child (and extra cleaning drains him).

After fucking you, he might treat you with after care or just simply coos you to sleep (it depends how strong and intense the sex is).

Light likes your intellectual/mature thinking and good personality but if we're talking about physical appearance (or favorite part on your body in a sexual matter), I guess he's more of a hip and ass guy. He really likes your curves.

He likes giving you hickies on your collarbone and breasts but he doesn't like it when you reciprocate it back since many people will ask about it (especially his family). Though he won't mind it when you placed hickies on more private areas (like his chest) since he can simply cover it up with wearing shirts.

He prefers his sexual activity to be done on home or when he gets his own apartment. At least his mom won't hear y'all (let's not forget Sayu).

If Light didn't turned into a God of the New World and actually lived a normal life, he might be probably called the God of Sex lol.

L Lawliet (Ryuzaki)

L's another one who doesn't really have a high sex drive, but he still wouldn't hesitate to fuck you if you asked him to (unless if he's working he'll find it annoying if you keep distracting him but sometimes he just couldn't resist).

He's not really into dating either, but he'll sometimes wonder how intimacy and sex works not really because he wants to experience it but it's because he's more interested how others likes the personal side of reproducing/making children (sounds weird I know sorry). He might sneak in and read/watch porn (not too much but he's a bit more hornier than Light tbh).

We all know L is cautious about other people finding about his true identity and basically has trust issues. So getting along with him can be a touch challenge. But with patience and getting to know each other, L might even fall for you if you're worth his time. Since he's not used with cuddles and kisses, he'll be super cautious and nervous about sex itself. So don't rush him about those stuff and he prefers taking things slowly.

But after getting used to affection, he might even initiate kissing you on the cheek and he'll sometimes look for your attention when you're busy (he's still not overly cuddly in public or with the FBI). And he's a really good kisser despite his lack of experience. So the sweet and innocent pecks and cuddling can turn into a hot make-out session with hands slipping on underneath your clothing which can be really hot tbh.

But after earning his trust not only as his girlfriend/wife but also as his first friend, he'll be less worried about crossing the line and stepping up the game. L's mostly expressionless and calm most of the time so it's no different when it comes to his first. But since he's so good at hiding his emotions, you don't really know if he's enjoying it tbh (though he'll be open about what his preferences are and what he doesn't like). Honestly he's anxious deep down but like Light, he's the confident nervous. He wants to make you feel amazing so he'll try his best. He'll also study your body language to know if he's doing something wrong since he's new to this stuff.

He really appreciates your intelligence, skills/talents and overall being a kind person but when it comes in sex he looks like he's a boob man. Like, he really likes the way your breasts bounce when he pounds his dick inside you. He's also fond of sucking your nipples while you squirm and whine at the pleasure. And we all know that L likes sweets so much right? Well guess what, he'll also include his treats on sex (not on his first but the more he gets used to it, his kinks will start to show). He really likes sploshing, especially when he puts whipped cream on your tits and he'll just lick and suck it off as you became more sensitive. It really turns him on (also likes your nape he'll always fill you with hickies).

He prefers his sexual life to be private like Light. He also likes doing it in private places though he will get randomly horny sometimes. So expect him to whisper on your ear "Y/N I'm horny right now can we move out for a second?".

Down for oral sex. Like Light he's just so good at everything or studied about the human reproductive system too much that he knows where to properly touch/lick you. He'll give kitty licks at first, experimenting you if you like it and after getting used to it, he's definitely sucking on your clit while he massages your walls with his long, slender fingers making you overstimulated. He'll also try to stop his moans when you suck him off but he just can't control himself sometimes lmao. His voice turns a bit of a higher pitch when he's close to cumming.

This man is fucking flexible. Though because of his sitting posture, he'll probably like you taking dominance and ride him on his chair smth. But if you begged him enough to fuck you on the bed he would agree to your wishes (he likes you begging because he thinks it's cute) so his go to positions are missionary and G-Whiz (where you arms are on his shoulders). Mega eye contact. Maybe a little bit creepy but he'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable. He's also very versatile. He can do love-making like a vanilla but can fuck your pussy like a beast if you asked him to.

A big fan of after care secretly. You need sweets? I'll get it for you. You want water instead, cuddles? Since we know that L doesn't really sleep, he'll either stare at you while you're cuddled with him and he'll stroke your hair or he'll be just doing his work while you're beside him while sleeping. Though if you insisted to cuddle with him and caress his hair there's a possibility that you can put him into sleep.

Mihael Kheel (Mello)

He has other goals than getting more bitches (especially if it's on the Kira timeline) but he won't mind having flings there and then for a while. But he wouldn't get too distracted especially if he needs to work on the case.

But if the Kira case didn't happened and he actually lived a normal life, he's mental health will be more stable (remember he's insecure about himself) he might be a little more less toxic and hateful about himself. And him being able to actually start a decent relationship.

He secretly knows almost everything about sex (since he and Matt are the closest to the "only emotionally normal ones in the Wammy's House" lmao). He's not too obsessed about watching porn but if he has the time he will search it up especially on the random days that he's horny.

He's a god of making out. Your kisses and pecks alone can make him aroused. Like L, a sweet cuddling can turn into a hot make out session especially if he's in the mood. So expect things to escalate especially if you're in the couch or bed. He's more affectionate than the other two (especially physical affection) so expect him to give you lots of wet kisses and hickies on your neck. That's one of his love language. He likes giving you hickies on your breasts too. And if you give him hickies on his neck he'll show it off to the other mafia members.

When it comes to oral, at his first time he would definitely prefers receiving. He would make lots of groans and soft moans while you suck him off. He would make eye contact with that half closed eyes and call you pet names "good girl" while he tilts his head up making another sexy moan while he pets your head AHHHHHHH FUCK. But after couple of times doing it, he wouldn't mind it if he also tries making you feel good with his mouth. At first he doesn't know what he's doing but praising him boosts his confidence. So please call him a good boy, he appreciates it.

Am I the only one who thinks Mello is a switch? Like he can be your sweet baby boy while he whines when you peg him (he loves it so much) and he can turn into daddy real quick? Yeah he's the definition of the word switch. He would definitely squirm and act like a brat when you pulled out the strap on when he's close to cumming "What the hell Y/N I haven't cummed yet!". And he also likes it when you slap his ass when he's acting childish (it turns him on more).

And, if he's on top of you expect to not being able to walk for a week honey. Because he would definitely leave you with no mercy. "M-Mello, p-please stop! I c-cummed already!" "I still haven't Y/N. I'm the lead now right? So behave if you don't want me to punish you". His sex drive is bit more higher than the other two. At random days he can go for an hour or two of hard fucking but there will also be moments where you're just making love, it's slow but deep making it more pleasurable and satisfying when he's tired. Will also praise you a lot if you're behaving "Such a good girl, I'll make you cum until you can't take it anymore okay?" Also likes restraints without the actual ropes. Just pinning you with his hands while doing it. It makes him feel powerful.

His go to position are missionary, G-Whiz and doggy style. Like he doesn't really care sometimes. As long as you and him are comfortable and having fun he won't stop fucking your insides. He also likes position where he can make eye contact with you or he has a good view of your face and body.

Mello likes your tits and ass. No questions asked. He still prioritizes having a partner who's mentally sane but he can't help but to stare at your body sometimes no matter what size or shape you're in. He thinks you're really pretty.

He also likes sploshing. Like L, he would definitely pour chocolate syrup on your tits and suck everything off while you whine and call for his name. He also gets turn on if you did the same thing for him.

When it comes to after care, if you're just having a one night stand with him he'll just throw a clean cloth at you (this bitch). But if you're in an established relationship with him, he would prefer just cuddling with you to sleep. But he also doesn't mind if you asked him to get something like a glass of water. He may even share his chocolate with you.

He prefers his sex life to be private, but he doesn't mind having quickies with you on public as long as you don't get caught.

Put handcuffs on him while doing it, no questions asked just do it.

Part 2: Near (Aged up), Misa and Matt (might even include Matsuda).

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[moontrinemars]

♡ Quick 8th House Notes ♡

Recorded for my benefit, shared for yours. Disclaimer in bio.

Neptune in the 8th gets the best sleep right after an orgasm. Quality sex just completely relaxes them! Also they're likeliest of the Neptune houses to get erotic dreams, and second likeliest to have premonitions in dreams (just behind 12th ofc).

Academia [829] in 8th may be intellectually fascinated by history, astrology, psychology, thanatology, forensic sciences, estate law, Gothic literature, etc.

Capricorn in the 8th have a talent and preference for drawing out intimate encounters. Sexually, this means lots of foreplay and teasing and build-up. In non sexual intimate situations, this means reluctance to pull back from the depths and return to the light-hearted.

Venus in the 8th only truly feel wholly accepted and complete once they make peace with their sexual identity and worth. (Aro-ace natives with this placement need to know lack of sexual attraction doesn't detract from their value.)

Ketu in the 8th is so comfy in the world of occultism, etc. Growing up they may have played with homemade ouija boards, or otherwise imagined or tried in earnest to communicate with ghosts and spirits. Also the type to experiment with magic and astrology from an early age.

When looking at asteroids, if they should fall in the 8th house, you always pay attention to death, sex, inheritance, or transformation featured in its narrative. For example, I have Angel [11911] in my 8th, conjunct Uranus. I should not focus as much on the heavenly, but instead on the idea of the angel of death or an angel in fall, which aligns with both the massive changes of Uranus and the death and transformation of the 8th house. (I also have Icarus in the 8th, funnily enough!)

Moon in the 8th is more likely to experience grief and loss, and to be emotionally invested in sex. The intuition for the occult and for the study of psychology is high, but it can also have severe effects on the native.

Sun in the 8th is more likely to benefit from, or reap rewards in the practice of the esoteric and of psychology, and they often have a talent for achieving a form of self actualization through the transformation required by such studies.

Venus in the 8th also is more likely to play with alternative fashion and aesthetics, as well as exploring darker, heavier, or more intrinsically rebellious music genres like Goth, Metal, Punk, etc.

Dejanira [157] in the 8th can be sexually victimized, or victimized for being an outlier. Someone who may be called a freak or treated as intimidating but also is lusted after and sexualized unreasonably.

This Dejanira trend alters with Saturn or Capricorn influence - this restricts actual abuse. Instead, the native has their sexuality restricted and policed, and expression of it is often punished.

Malefic Saturn aspects to 8th house objects - look out for biased authority figures. They will not hesitate to use your fears against you, or to vilify you if it suits their agenda.

However, that placement also makes authority figures magnetically attracted to you, and vice versa. A love-hate relationship with bosses and officials that is undermined by an uncomfortable sexual energy, regardless of either party's intents.

Gemini, Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius, Mercury, or Saturn in the 8th are deflectors of trauma. They seek to verbalize or analyze the pain in a way that frames it as less personal.

Eros [433] in the 8th may be obsessed with sex to an unhealthy degree, especially the physical aspects of it. The type to be addicted to sitting in their lover's lap or pulling their lover into their own lap.

... In private, anyway. Eros in the 8th, as well as sexual planets like Mars, Venus, Juno, or Pluto in the 8th, are likely to be protective of their displays of intimacy. They may vacillate between loving PDA because it satisfies their possessive streak and hating PDA for the performative nature of it, like it feels fake.

Hope these were helpful ♡

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[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

Oh my God, can we PLEASE have a Billy Hargrove kink list? I'd love to know your thoughts 😈

yes you may my lovely.

billy hargrove kinklist (top 5) ✨

sadism/masochism~

as previously established, billy is most likely a sub!switch or straight up a bratty sub. he's all big talk, and is used to puffing up and going full 80s macho to impress girls, but really he's putty for anyone willing to play with him. therefore, he's all for painful pleasure, or feel-good pain. giving it is fine, but likely only in that when he doms or challenges you it'll be in the form of literally fighting for dominance, or leaving extra strong hickeys along your body, flowering into those pretty deep purple and pink hues that you both love so much.

billy's more for the physicality than intellectual battles when it comes to sex; that's why to him, dominating or being dominated is all in the pain and pleasure - if he can wring out a pretty whine, groan or squeal from you through physical means (be it any gradient of manhandling you both deem fit) that's the clearest and sexiest way he can establish power (or likewise, be dominated by his partner, which to him is equally as loin-stirring).

body worship~

although just because he's for more dominant and bdsm-styles of foreplay, doesn't mean he's not one for intimacy and showing care - this can be through both being the dom, or being the sub. it's still very billy though; if he's showing anything, it's not really through words or wits, but physical sensation. he'll gift some heartfelt compliments and/or nasty dirty talk about how tight and wet his favorite pussy is ofc but ultimately he's going to impress as a dominant or submissive partner through touching, groping, squeezing and kissing up his partner.

he's def one for lovebites and any marks (be it via ropes, spanks or bruises) that signify that you're each other's first and foremost. although not a top kink, he's def also partial to some exhibitionism (he's already stared at for being either frightening or frighteningly hot, so it's nothing new); some gawks at his bruise-littered nape, or the blossoming redness spreading across your thighs at the beach is something he actually likes to take pride in, tbh

group sex/sharing~

seemingly contrasting to his more possessive needs of marking, but he's happy to oblige in group sex/non-monogamy. maybe not polyamory, but the prospect of two or three beauties slobbering and gagging on his leaky mushroom tip, all the while smearing his juices all over each other and their tits ofc, he's def a tit guy is 100% a fantasy he's jerked off to at least a couple times.

additionally, as he's ultimately a complicated switch, nothing arouses him more than seeing his partner dom him in front of someone else; likewise, different forms of sharing are his jam. domming his partner in front of others gives him a sense of power and control, but also seeing his girl fucked full while he's sat, slowly tugging at his thick cock just does it for him. like i said, this is more threesomes/sharing/orgies than poly though; the idea that when it's all said and done you're each other's only is a big deal to him, deep down.

ropes and restriction~

as mentioned, he's happy to experience a little pain for the pleasure. it stems from his innate strength; he knows he could beat up almost any guy that confronts him; he kinda wants to tbh. he knows people feel intimated by him, and he likes it that way. it takes a lot of effort to maintain the rep of being an asshole, but an asshole worth being afraid of no less. that's why he likes the idea of being tied up.

when it's just you and him, he feels a level of vulnerable that isn't the most common. it's different with you than the other girls, because he doesn't have to lie about being the biggest, scariest, most dominating man. the helplessness and dependence on someone else not only to give him pleasure, but give/protect him from the pain that they themselves have the capacity to inflict is such a contrast to him, it just makes his dick all leaky and his breath all light and huffy. likewise he's big for nipple play but insecure about it, so the idea that when he's cumming from that alone it's really your idea and he's just indulging you gives him the opportunity to enjoy it like a little slut he is in his heart, ngl aw

femdom/malesub~

as we've seen, he's big on powerplay. less of the mental kind, and more of the 'if you can push me to the floor and get me leaking before i can to you, you win' kind of dom/sub dynamic. he's down for some flirting and lewd comments ofc, if that's what it takes to get the sexual ball rolling he's def game. but ultimately he's as excited and horned up at the prospect of pinning you down and fingerfucking your wet, swollen pussy as he is being ridden until he's all empty, tbh.

he's also an 80s slut. so, the classic 80s powerful woman cliches hit him, and hit him hard. a woman strutting in some black heels; a sultry voice and bedroom eyes proving him wrong in ways he can't mentally fathom bc omg her tits are practically spilling out of that top, and what was she just saying? shit; the telltale smell of some flowery or sweet perfume; or some classic long red nails, possibly raking their way up his abdomen, over his chest, and slowly towards his open mouth just make him want to cum. he is a class A slut, and he wants every woman within the age range of 20-45 to know it. boys will be boys, ig.

hope you enjoyed anon; i'm not a big billy stan tbh, but this was rlly fun to write! i did a little headcanon with him and vecna a while back, so it was cool to do just him. he's a mommy's boy 100% ahaha

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