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f0linasahl0 · 2 days
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more things about the livestream experience before i go completely insane.
(warning: this is going to be a long one)
1: why is [bishop] lisden's favorite song mulberry street and why is [bishop] sacarver's favorite (if i remember) the outside or stressed out....i just want to throw that out there
2: i absolutely adore the piano spread whatever thing tyler does before he goes and raps to migrane. i dont know what its called but when he runs his hand across the piano, it was good. how did he make it sound so good and musical...
3: why is the shy away livestream version the only livestream version that is on their official "the story" playlist??? i keep thinking about that (https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3roRV3JHZzaU_kQ4-7uv-ahPbFabFmRW)
4: also thinking about how they cut off holding onto you before the outro. basically all there was of holding onto you was the "entertain my faith" part...thinking about the lore THERE. how a "good day dema" ad cut off the ending as well then they talk about how happy they are !! then how it goes to mulberry street after dan LISDEN says its his favorite then how it goes so blurry BEFORE THE AD??? ----"entertain my faith" sounds something like he..wants more from the religion but they cut him off from continuing the rest of holding onto you..like he got in trouble or something? i dont know man
5: "dema is bringing you this music collection that is vibrant with saturation"... "dema wants you to enjoy this collection"..."i just felt trapped before having this collection" ... "contentment"...."now that youve heard some of this collection you must be just like us, completely saturated"..."sometimes i close my eyes to try to escape...you know you cant escape sally...yes i know!" PROPAGANDA
6: why is he holding and grabbing his head so much. past the literal deadpan ass stare hes got through the majority if not all of the experience (like even while doing his little dances you'd think he'd be smiling during...), why does he grip his head so often-- i talked about this before but like what are they doing to him man he like grips his head in almost pain so much
7: also thinking about what the lore implications of jenna and debby being in this...because im pretty sure its shown jenna in levitate is a bandito i only assume debby was one too. why are they there?? were they caught too? or did dema make clones of them to use against josh and tyler?
8: "i cant wait to see you again"
9: ”in a world where this is as good as it gets…we miss you. we really do.”
10: also can we discuss the "CONTROLLED by" dma org and good day dema??? this photo is blurry as hell but CONTROLLED BY! not PRODUCTION OF! specific word choice..also dma org...dmaorg.info...why are clancy's letters posted on a website thats directly correlated with dema...letters from his time inside as well as time outside...can we like talk about that--like other than the obvious showcase that they have his letters and are using them to lie to the people, why are they going through dmaorg?? if clancy isnt directly with dema why are they--why are they going through there???
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11: the whole cutscene before lane boy "there was a wonderful structure to the city that put my cares to rest and the responsibilities of the day seemed to be accomplished with minimal effort. once a task was taught and understood, our obligations timely, and it felt secure knowing tomorrows duties would be accomplished with the same efficiency. we all worked to represent our bishop with honor knew that each inhabitant of our region had a like-minded dedication to consistency....why do i kneel to these concepts? tempted by control, control by temptation. stay low, they say. stay low," then the direct contradiction of the redecorate rap he inserts, “with the bells and the whistles scaled back like an isolated track, and he feels trapped when he's not inebriated fair to say he's fairly sedated most days of the week. he might have made it if he lived on a different street. i repeat, scaled back and isolated he says he likes an open schedule but he mostly hates it if you're running to his room, take a breath before you break-in put your ear up to the door, tell me can you hear him saying?” using clancy's letters to show praise to dema then clancy (tyler) directly contradicting being like "no i hold zero praise for this city" and saying how hes isolated and sedated when hes not preforming--how he ALMOST made it out. how if he lived A LITTLE closer to the walls he wouldnt be there right now-
12: the way the old songs are "SCALED BACK AND ISOLATED" ???? A SCALED BACK AND ISOLATED TRACK????
13: the way ned is missing in chlorine when he was such a big part of chlorine
14: AGAIN this shy away version. one-why is it so important to the story, two-the 9 chairs for 9 bishops around the table, three-i fucking love the guitarist by josh i love his energy, four-THE WAY HE BREAKS A GLASS WHEN TALKING ABOUT BREAKING THE CYCLE IN HALF???, THE SCREAM !!!! so many things
[so many things you guys]
15: the fucking bishop ass dancers to stressed out....can we discuss that too. ALSO HOW THEY DRAG HIM TO THE NEXT STAGE FOR STRESSED OUT?
16: "but remember you should- *cut off*" YOU SHOULD WHAT SALLY SACARVER????
17: also firstly, how beautiful the ukulele part was...it was so gorgeous, also the transition was amazing. though past that, can we talk about how fucking sad he looked on that little boat with his uke? was that a mock to his escape attempts? to him singing to an empty sky in trench? singing to the banditos as they boat someplace safer? like...
18: THE MOCKING OF THE BANDITOS WITH THE FUCKING JUMPSUIT/HEAVYDIRTYSOULD PART?? why would dema do that? why would the bishops actively make josh and tyler look like the banditos if it wasn't just a mock? they dont like the banditos i thought why would they have them dressed up like that? like torchbearer bringing the torch to the stage and the look josh has on his face-then tyler also being in a bandito outfit. like--it has to be mocking his attempts. mocking the banditos or SOMETHING
19: heathens being in the livestream makes me think a little too but i dont know. "all my friends are heathens take it slow, wait for them to ask you who you know. please dont make any sudden moves you dont know half of the abuse."
20: also first, what was that alarm that was sounded before never take it? what happened there? second, the lore people have posted about never take it and how it was about the bishops? the way it was played while the alarm was going off and it was almost messier filming...
21: HIM ENDING THE LIVESTREAM WITH "nobody's coming for me" and his deadpan look (sobbing)
22: again, bringing up sally sacarver and dan lisden. sacarver and lisden being bishop's names and hosting this livestream. then showing directly how the bodies they are controlling are deteriorating as the show goes on. "The rules are that you can only seize or control a dead body, and only for a short while."
23: also just the heavydirtysoul part. starting to think about the: "I tricked Nico into taking me outside the walls. I created a fiery diversion. I escaped." i just keep thinking about that and:
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24: "we've come for you, we've got people on the way, no chances, none at all" the way this is direct quotes from dan and sally, who are bishops, and it is also direct lyrics (or close to direct lyrics) from no chances. it just keeps cementing itself on everything ive already thought about
25: past just the livestream experience what is with josh and the bucket hat lol. i love it but like.-
26: "you ask me if its real, i see your shifting eyes, you dig in your heels, i dig my hole to die" also wondering why the "live from the outside" version is here rather than the original.-is it important
27: his little dances are my favorite thing-
28: CAR RADIO...car radio. thats it thats the point. just the car radio part is everything to me--its giving old car radio performances and im living for it. though also old car radio performances? did they put it together like that on purpose?
29: NEVER TAKE IT HAVING A BURNING CAR HOLY SHIT FIREY DIVERSION? LMAO just how close he is to the camera during this too...so many thoughts
30: "...you know you cant escape sally...yes i know!" IS THIS LIVESTREAM SHOWING CLANCY AND HOW HE DIDN'T ESCAPE EITHER?? SHOWING THAT HE HAS BEEN CAUGHT AND IF HE CANT ESCAPE, THE NOTORIOUS CLANCY, THEN YOU CANT EITHER???! SO MANY THOUGHT!!
[sorry for how long this is-]
DID THIS SHOW HOW MANY THOUGHTS I HAVE HERE. im going insane like i keep thinking about the lore implications of this goddamn livestream. i have more points (i will make a essay list whatever for it all so i don't go any crazier) but this is already a lot for one post. just wanted to like...throw this out there. i know some might be a stretch but please just hear me out. just hear me out :,)
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upat4amwiththemoon · 21 hours
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I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are…Reader is the child of Maya and Carina. R is feeling a bit neglected by their moms. Missing events, pulling crazy hours at work, not really being there for Reader. R tries to confront Maya and Carina, but they don’t know what to do about crazy schedules. They work really hard to make reader feel more secure and loved by them. If you’re not taking requests, then please ignore this.
Time management
Summary: Showing up matters.
Pairing: Marina x daughter!reader
Warnings: a pinch of angst
Word count: 2075
a/n: what do you mean some of these are based on my experiences?? You can’t prove that!
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Y/N takes a few deep breaths as she waits for her turn in the backstage area. She’s going through her lines in her head, making sure she won’t forget anything once she steps on the small stage, even though this isn’t the opening night.
She has been part of a youth theatre group for over two years now, and this is the first time she has gotten the lead role. Her nerves are high, but so is her excitement. This is a big moment for her, she is proud of herself, and she really hopes her moms will be proud of her too.
As her costar finishes their line, Y/N rolls her shoulders back, straightens her posture, and walks out to the stage. She starts speaking her lines to the audience, not yet acknowledging the other actor on the stage, this is her character’s inner monologue.
Her eyes scan over the crowd of people as discreetly as possible. There isn’t one empty chair in the room. This play became fairly popular after getting a spot in the local newspaper. She showed the page to her moms, practically glowing with pride. Her face isn’t showing any changes, but her mind is turning blue. Her mothers aren’t here. It is the last show, and her mothers aren’t here.
Still, she continues on. And she does wonderfully. All the teens come up to the stage at the end and take a bow as they listen to the applause with wide smiles. Someone’s parent brought everyone flowers, and it makes Y/N bitter, but she smiles and thanks them, her grip tight on the bouquet.
After changing out of her costume and packing her things, Y/N walks back home. It’s only a fifteen minute walk, so she is unlocking the front door by no time.
“I’m home!” She yells out, shutting the door and throwing her keys on the table in the hallway. “Anybody here?” Kicking off her shoes, she walks deeper into the house, only to find it empty.
Y/N sighs and walks into her room. She should’ve expected this. Both of her moms have demanding jobs, they won’t be able to attend to all of her achievements..or any of them.
This is just how it is.
Y/N’s hand shakes as she holds onto a piece of paper. It’s already crumbled by her grip, but she makes sure the text in it is still readable. Her body continues moving slightly, either from nerves or the uncomfortable feeling of the hard plastic chair she is sitting on.
She lets out a quiet sigh. Her turn is coming up. Soon, she will have to get up in front of all her peers and their parents, and give a speech that she wrote. Of course, Y/N accepted this responsibility when her teacher came up to her and said they believe her to be the best person for the job. And who is Y/N to say no to that? An adult figure comes to her and gives her a compliment, basically telling her they’re proud of her. She craves that. She needs it.
A round of applause brings her back to the moment. The teacher in front of the microphone is looking at her with a smile on their face, they’re signaling it’s her turn next.
Taking a deep breath, she straightens her posture and listens to the teacher’s introduction of her. After it, she stands up and walks in front of the microphone, thanking them for this opportunity.
Her eyes glance over everyone in the room. She doesn’t see her moms, but Y/N doesn’t panic. They have to be in the back, maybe they got in late, she reminded them of this event too many times for them to not show up.
She unwraps her paper and places it on the stand. “Good morning, students and parents. I’m thankful to be up here today, especially when knowing my school days are minimal.” She smiles. “The last months of school are scary, I’m sure many of my peers agree, there’s so much uncertainty in change. What am I supposed to do after? Where do I go? Who am I?”
Y/N takes a deep breath, “I don’t know what I want to do with my future. The fear of not being or doing something great debilitates me, because wouldn’t it be a waste of a life if I never did something memorable.” Her eyes stay on the audience, only occasionally glancing down at her paper. She has memorized this speech. “My moms change lives everyday, one of them is a firefighter and the other is an OB-GYN, she literally brings new life into this world.” She giggles quietly, though her worries are growing by the minute. Her moms are nowhere to be seen.
“You’d think that with parents like that, my need to change the world would be bigger. But they’re actually the reason why they shrink every day. They tell me that life isn’t about doing something big and great that future generations will remember you for. It’s about love, friends, family, the goodness of your heart, it’s about making yourself proud.” Y/N turns the page around. “My mother Maya tells me to imagine being with little me and telling her about my life. Would she be happy? Would her eyes shine in wonder because she knows I haven’t forgotten her?”
Swallowing, her eyes cast down. She’s gripping the sides of the paper tighter now. Her moms aren’t here. “I would like to say yes. Because even though I haven’t always done the right thing, she would still hug me and tell me it’s okay, because I’m still me, no matter what. You know why?” She looks at the audience with a lopsided smile, “because even though I can’t always recognize my reflection in the mirror, my laugh is still the same horrible cackle I had as a kid.” There are some laughs in the audience, especially from her friends, who have heard her laugh before.
“So, change is scary and you’ll probably never figure out who you truly are. But that’s okay, the little kid you imagine sitting next to you knows, and they think you’re pretty great.” Y/N folds her paper and gives the audience a bright smile. “Thank you again for giving me this opportunity, I hope you all have a great day, and remember to stay true to yourself.” The audience starts clapping and Y/N walks back to her seat.
“That was awesome!” One of her friends whispers, holding her arm with so much excitement.
“My moms aren’t here.” Is the only thing Y/N whispers back.
“Oh shit,” her friend frowns, “I’m sorry.”
She shrugs and gives her a small smile. “It doesn’t matter.” With that, she turns back to the teacher who has gone back to the microphone.
It’s already two in the night and Y/N is still up. She is sitting on the couch, watching the television while she waits for her moms to come back home from work. They wouldn’t like her being awake this late, but she doesn’t care. She is angry, and sad, and she needs to yell to someone, preferably her moms.
The front door opens quietly after twenty minutes, it’s her moms trying to come in without waking up sleeping Y/N. Their steps sound slow and sluggish, but they’re still giggling together. Somehow it angers Y/N even more.
“What are you still doing up?” Maya is the first one to come to the living room, though Carina is right behind her. “Is everything okay?” She drops her bag down to the floor before sitting on the other couch.
“Where were you?”
Carina looks confused, “we were at work, mia cara.”
Y/N scoffs, “my school event was today.” She states, glaring at her mothers. “You know, the one where I held a speech that I wrote. I reminded you about it like a million times!”
“Oh, honey,” Maya sighs, “we told you we’d try to get out of work for it, but you know how our jobs are.” She looks genuinely remorseful, but none of that matters to Y/N at this moment.
“It doesn’t look like you tried hard enough. I first told you about it months ago! They couldn’t give you one day off with that much notice?”
“Do you think we wanted to miss it?”
“Well it sure looks like you didn’t care about it, or me for that matter.”
“Y/N-“
Carina tries to speak up, but Y/N doesn’t let her speak, “no! I do think you wanted to miss this, I think you’ve wanted to miss every single event I’m in. You know why?” Her brows are raised as she stands up. “I don’t remember what the last important event of mine was where you actually showed up. You’ve missed all of my plays, my school events, sports games, everything. You’re never there! Nor are you ever here. You guys never have time to talk to me, or, or help me with my homework.” Her speech is starting to get faster and tears are starting to gather in her eyes. “I doubt you even know what’s going on with my life anymore!”
Maya and Carina try to defend themselves, but nothing comes out of their mouths. Y/N is right. Even they can’t remember the last time they spent proper quality time with their daughter.
“So what’s your excuse, huh? You don’t care about me anymore? You don’t want me anymore?” She shrugs, sniffling quietly. “I’d rather know than wonder why my moms don’t make time for me anymore.”
The hurt and vulnerability in her voice breaks Maya and Carina’s heart. Their daughter should never have to doubt their love for her. “I’m so sorry, love.” Maya stands up, taking a few steps forward. “We’re both so sorry. We just- I guess we didn’t realize how much time we were spending at work.”
Carina stands up and pulls Y/N into an embrace, which she resist at first, but gives up and leans in right after. “I’m sorry, mia cara, I’m sorry. You’re my baby and I love you more than anything else in the world.” Carina whispers, tears falling down her cheeks. “You’re right, we haven’t been very good moms lately, but I promise you that will change, okay? We will do better.” She pulls away, setting her palms on both of Y/N’s cheeks to look at her face. She can’t stand seeing it with such a painful expression, especially one that she caused.
“You’re just saying that.” Y/N’s voice is more quiet now, her anger having turned to sadness.
“We’re not.” Maya states with a firm tone, setting her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “We will start taking days off work, you’re more important. Do you think you could hold your speech for us now?”
Y/N shakes her head, looking down. “I don’t think I want to, not today at least.”
“Okay,” Maya frowns but she understands, “some other day then.”
“Yeah,” biting the inside of her cheek, Y/N wipes the wetness off of her cheeks, “do you think I could sleep in your bed this night?”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Carina wraps one of her arms around Y/N as the three of them start walking towards the master bedroom.
They change into their pajamas and do the rest of their evening routine in silence. Y/N is the first one to climb onto the bed, already getting under the covers while her mothers whisper in the bathroom. She’s already half asleep when they turn off the lights and limb onto the bed, sandwiching her.
Carina starts playing with Y/N’s hair while Maya wraps her arms around her. “We love you so so much, you know that, right?” Her voice is quiet, not wanting to disturb her.
“Usually,” Y/N’s eyes are already closed, “but sometimes I doubt it. I really love you guys too.” She whispers.
Maya tightens her hold at the words. They pain her, but she doesn’t have anyone else to blame but herself. “We’ll make sure to remind you everyday.” The two women kiss Y/N’s forehead, saying their goodnights when they notice their daughter’s tiredness.
In their heads, they both vow to make Y/N feel more loved and cared for than she ever has.
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spideyyeet · 10 months
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omg could you plz do angtsy smut mma! toji x jealous reader where toji gets a lot of attention from female fans?!
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✵ ALL MINE ✵
✵ mma!toji x reader ✵
✵ tags — riding, spitting, praising, oral(m!receiving), overstimulation (f + m), unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dumbification, oral fixation, jealous reader, slight mean toji, biting, pussy slapping, fingering, age gap (20s, mid 30s), pet names,
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you couldn’t help it. youre not the jealous type, honestly. but…just watching them. god your blood was boiling. your arms crossed, nails digging into your bicep. your tongue running across your teeth.
“let’s meet him in the car so we’re not bombarded,” gojo ushers you, taking your hand as he leads you through the back along with geto as you guys wait for toji to exit the stadium after doing the weigh ins with his opponent for tomorrow.
fans and paparazzi waited outside as they snapped pictures of the three of you leaving. you covered your face with a hand, baseball cap pulled down quickly getting inside the car. you watched with a slight glare, eyes fixated on the door waiting for him to come out.
and he most certainly did.
followed by the entire female species latching onto him. the way they felt his biceps, hands running across his back as he passed by. the way they pressed their lips to his cheek as they asked for pictures. the way they pulled their shirts for autographs on their tits. the way some would beg to hold his hand.
toji seemed oblivious. he used to hate this stuff but after you made the shitty mistake of telling him to be nicer to his fans, he’s somewhat zoned out of it now. he took pictures with people, signed anything in front of him, let people jump around him. the man was a wearing a hoodie and sweats low on his hips as his security and coach held his things, allowing him to sign autographs.
“doesn’t need to take a picture with every fucking person,” you mumbled under your breath. gojo and geto look at one another. they felt some weird tension surrounding you after toji undressed for the weigh in and the entire room of journalists seemed to cheer. Unprofessional.
this has been something you’ve been building up inside you. but it got to an ultimate max when one journalist “tripped” and pressed her entire body against the fighter after he the weigh ins. toji wasn’t even fully dressers yet but helped her get steady, her tits almost falling out of her top as her leg was thrown in front of toji’s crotch.
your jaw snapped.
“okay toji,” his coach asked security to make way as toji pulled his hood up, exhausted.
“babygirl,” toji greeted you as he entered the car, his arms coming around you as he buried his face in your neck. a long sigh escaping his body as he relaxed in your warmth, your scent flooding his senses as his eyes fluttered shut. you wore matching hoodies, which you would’ve thought was cute, but….
you felt guilty keeping your arms crossed and looking out the window. but fuck it, you were pissed. “babygirl?”
“can we go now?” you said to his coach, who immediately had the driver start the car.
“ sweetheart? you alright?” your nails dug further into your arms as you sucked in a breath.
“fine, just tired,” you snapped, the attitude was leaking, and toji was definitely not in the mood.
“gonna tell me about it or you just gonna stare out the window till it breaks?” toji knew you could be a brat, but certain things ticked him off and it’s when you’d let things boil up and not address them with him.
you ignored him, feeling him pull away from you as he crossed his arms, now ticked off as well. you kept your legs crossed, body toward the door, away from your boyfriend.
you said your quick goodnight to the driver and toji’s team before walking inside the building. there were a few fans that were near as they immediately flocked to the fighter. you huffed.
“really sweetheart?” toji watched you enter the elevator without him. “fucking brat,” he mumbled pushing past the fans that were pissing him off.
you were taking off your makeup in the bathroom as you heard the front door slam shut. you locked the bathroom door the moment he entered the bedroom, turning on the shower.
“not gonna talk?” he jiggled the handle before giving up.
you took your time in the bathroom, washing your hair, moisturizing, skin care, the whole routine. finally stepping into the bedroom after more than an hour. toji looked up from his phone, sitting on the edge of the black bedsheets. his eyes following you as you walked across the black wooden floors in the bedroom to the closet.
“sum smart ass now… look at me,” toji saw you pause. your fist clenched your towel, you knew he hated the silent treatment. he waited as your eyes slowly trailed over to him in a deep glare. “good to know your ears still work.” your fist clenched, brows pulling together in anger.
“don’t look at me like that,” his voice was deep. you’d really ticked him off. deserved. after this seasons matches, the fans that had you pushed to the side, you were pissed. how could he not see it?
“pretty girls shouldn’t make such dirty faces,” toji pulled his hoodie off, a slight groan coming out. your body hesitated, wanting to help him but you stayed put.
“still fuckin glaring,” toji stretched his neck, eyes glued to yours. It felt like a staring contest, his eyes slowly trying to break your composure. however when it came to you , he’s learned to be a very patient man. his little girl didn’t realize how many fits she threw because he’s always catering to her little needs. but in moments like these, it was going to be easy.
your blood was starting to boil. fuck him, letting all those women rub against him. I bet he gets off on it! asshole can’t learn to set boundaries!
“keep glaring that hard, you’ll make me cry,” toji taunted. “wanna make me cry?”
“yes,” you snap back. toji holds in his smirk, there she is. his little brat.
“now that’s not very nice,” he pouted, “gonna win my baby a match tomorrow, that not enough—
“no,” your jaw was locked, your hair dripping as you held the towel close to your chest.
“long day sweetheart, come closer,” toji reached a hand out, his eyes were heavy, but god he needed you to calm down. you huffed, teeth grinding as your eyes trailed over his heavy thighs spread open as he sat on the bed. you could notice the subtle bulge that rested on his upper thigh under the grey sweats. his arm flexing as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. his hand dropping to l his leg, eye lids heavy as he looked up at you waiting….hand still outstretched.
you reluctantly dragged your feet closer. standing a couple feet away now, arms still crossed. toji sighed.
“come… here,” his voice dropped even lower sending chills down your spine. slapping your hand into the one stretched out, immediately locking his palm in your small one pulling you between his open legs. you tried to hold in the squeak, hand holding your towel closer, eyes averting as his big hands held you, the warm touch pretty high up your thigh, just barely touching your cheeks. his finger tickled the curve under your ass, involuntarily making your cheeks flush.
“you like having them all over you and coming home and having me too?” you finally burst. Toji’s brows furrowed as he looked up.
“wha—“
“you let them touch you and kiss you and fucking run their hands all over you!” you were pissed, so beyond done. “practically fucking you in front of your face and you just take it—“
“who’s do—“
“you’re fucking fans,” you try to step back however he doesn’t give you chance to escape, his huge arm already pulling your waist and throwing you easily onto the bed, you barely had time to react as you quickly held your towel from falling, tits ready to spill out.
“my fans, this whole thing was about my fans?” you saw the spark in his eyes. he was pissed. of all the things to be pissed about, it had to be something he couldn’t give a single fuck about it.
“yes” you tsk, trying to push him off you only for him to cage your arms over your head with one swift move, the other grabbing your chin tilting your face up to him.
“shitty brat,” toji spat, crashing his lips onto yours. a wave of heat rushed between your legs as you whimpered, body wiggling in his death grip. you felt his tongue push your lips apart immediately causing your body to writhe. he always has the upper hand. but, you couldn’t stop the moans slipping past your lips. his teeth dug into your bottom lip as you cried out.
“slutty little girl….who was it that told me to play nice? To take pictures with everyone? To not start fights when people touch me?” toji noticed your eyes avert. “look. at. me.” he grabbed your chin again, your brows pinched together.
your eyes meeting his dark ones, tears prickling in anger. but he was also angry. you hated getting mad, you hate being dramatic, but fuck you were so angry. why are his fans always touching him! he’s yours!
“gonna cry now?” he taunted, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to avoid his eyes again, your chest rising as you felt your throat start to clog up. “was I being too mean? yelling at my sweetie?” his words only had you biting your cheek. fuck this!
“tojii,” your tears finally slipped as you hiccuped, whining in his hold as he kept your arms caged up. “let me goo,” you were wriggling too much, as your cheeks flushed with arousal and anger. the tears slipping down as he cooed, watching the towel fall allowing a pretty view of your tits shaking with every sob you let out. your pretty little nipples all perked up for him to see.
“awww shhh don’t cry, princess,” he caressed your cheek as you buried your face into his palm sniffling. toji hummed, she’s so cute, my little baby. his kisses littered your neck as he licked your ear making you squirm. “if you had a problem with it, I told you to use your fucking words, kid,” your pussy fluttered. “aren’t you a big girl? forgot how to speak?” toji pulled your bottom lip down, letting your jaw fall slack. “gonna learn your fucking lesson?” his tongue slipped inside you without warning.
you bucked, only for toji to slap your thigh, pushing your legs open letting the towel unwrap and expose the rest of your freshly showered body. your face was flushed as your lips hung open allowing toji access.
“to—“
“what?” he snapped, glaring up at you as you cowered in his gaze. your lips trembled, you were pooling the moment he opened your legs, pussy lips already dripping with slick. “were you acting like a brat on purpose? wanted me to put you in your place?” toji said, teasing a finger through your wet folds.
“no!” you quickly go to defend yourself only for toji to slap your pussy electing a loud cry. “it’s not fair!”
“what’s not fair?” he lathered his fingers in your leaking juices before shoving two fingers in, fucking your wet pussy. “who couldn’t use their words again?” he leaned down swallowing your cries with his lips. “now…I’m gonna give you a fucking reason to cry.”
you don’t know how long it’s been since he’s tossed the rest of his clothes. he was now slamming into you from behind. his grip left bruises on your hips and thighs as his fat crown head jammed at your crevix. “fuck…me,” toji was grunting over your shoulder. he lost all composure. absolutely wrecking your little hole. the sheets soaked in your tears as you drooled and screamed, wrist still bound. his little baby was jealous? ironic considering the entire time he was trying to hide you from his opponent that was eyeing you during the weigh in.
“fhuck, sucking me in so deep! Huhhh!” toji ran his palm down your spine as he gave your ass a nice spank, your body was shaking as you came again. back arched so pretty for him.
“too much, ah ah ca aant,” you were trying to escape his relentless thrusts, but he was not letting you go that easily. he wasted no time pulling out, his pretty cock all wet and drippy as he flipped you on your back. his cock almost bursting at the expression on your wrecked face.
drool smeared on your flushed cheeks, fat sparkles of tears decorating your lashes as your lips trembled with each pant. your beautiful tits rising and falling as you begged him to slow down. noticing his deep bite marks from earlier when he’d fingered you, but what made you cum was when he teeth dugged into your skin.
“fuck, beautiful,” toji groaned feeling his dick twitch uncontrollably, why do you always make him feel this way. “can’t hold myself,” he groaned, pumping his cock some more as he kept your wrists bound, before sliding back into your warmth. your eyes bursting at the overstimulation, back arching incredibly, jaw dropping.
toji hummed, pulling out to slap his twitching fat tip against your clit, making your legs shake as a cry came out. your body convulsing as his grip still held your wrists, keeping your hands off him.
“ ‘s too much… oji, no more,” you sniffled as toji hummed, hickies littered your neck as he kissed your trembled lips.
“what do you want? really want me to stop? end it here?” he kept rubbing his cock through your folds, sending shocks through your body as you tried to lean up, pressing your chest against his. your vision was blurred with tears, mind fuzzy from the bliss of coming so many times. you felt like you were floating in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy. “still with me baby?”
toji dipped down kissing your flushed cheek, licking your tears. “made you cry so much, hahh princess…can ya still go sum more for me?”
“lemme touch you,” you wiggled your bruised wrists. “wanna hold you, toji, please please, toji!” the tears ran down your cheeks only causing the fighter to shush you gently, if he saw your beautiful face release more tears he’d probably cum right there.
“there there baby, don’t cry,” his lips kissed your tears, as you sniffled, calming down just a bit as you whimpered. “but I can’t let go…not until you’ve learned your lesson—“
“I learned—I did!” you burst, toji hums looking down at you.
“did ya now?” he raised a brow, you were nodding frantically. it was so cute watching your body wriggle in his grip. your pretty tits bouncing back and forth with every moment, your pussy dripping as your lips parted with gentle pants.
“yes,” toji finally allows your hands freedom, immediately letting your arms wrap around his shoulders. needy little baby. always wrapped around him like a koala, toji blushed burying his face in your neck. god he loved you so fucking much.
“gonna take it all like a big girl, ‘kay?” Toji’s arms wrapped under your knees lifting you up on his lap, a yelp escaping as he slammed you down on his dick.
“toji!” you screamed, nails running down his back as he started with a ruthless pace, his nails digging into your ass as he bounced you on his dick, his lips latching onto your skin as you moaned and screamed.
toji had no control, watching you completely fall apart sent a thrill through his body. he kept a close watch over your words making sure he could hear you if you needed to say the safe word, but luckily you were really taking it all. your nails broke skin on his back as you came over and over.
“squeezing everything outta me, sweetie,” toji choked, his thighs trembling as his lips latched onto your tits. he nibbled and tugged on your stimulated nipples causing your face to flush and body to shake uncontrollably, nails pulling his hair as he looked up at you. eyes heavy with lust and cheeks flushed as he slobbered all over your tits. you drive him crazy, and he’ll never have enough of you.
“ahh ‘s good, feel so good,” you babble, trying to keep your eyes on your big fighter boyfriend, but god, he was going too fast and deep. the rough slaps of his thighs fucking up into your ass filled the large bedroom with lewd sounds. your pussy squelching, the white rim around his fat base was dripping down his balls onto the mattress. his lips sucked your tits like their was no tomorrow.
“holy fuck, fuck baby!…got me fucking you so good, uhh shit doin—doin so well babygirl!” toji was a moaning mess, he forgot how many rounds you guys were going at. your mind was completely empty. drool slipping as your body shook.
“cum, oji,” you panted in his ear, face buried as your lips latched onto his neck.
“shit, gonna give ya everything,” toji’s abs clenched, balls tightening as his nails dug into your ass, slamming you down to meet his thrusts.
“want it inside me, toji!” you cried out, sending a loud moan coursing through the fighters body as his heavy thick cum exploded inside you.
“fuuuuckkkkk,” toji fucked you through his high, he always had so much cum, and fuck you felt soo completely full. your body trembled as you hugged his shoulders tightly. “fuck me,” toji panted rocking his hips up, thighs shaking as his arms flexed from the after shocks.
“babygirl,” toji slipped his arms from under your knees to wrap around your waist, his hand rubbing the back of your neck smoothingly. “can my girl look at me?” he asked so gently, breath tickling your ear. you felt like putty, but you managed to pick up your head letting his hand come up to cup your warm cheek.
“there she is,” he smiled, kissing your puffy lips as you gave a faint smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion and bliss. “was i too rough?” he checked, thumb wiping at the stained tears.
“no, always feels good,” you answer softly, making the fighter smile even bigger. god his baby was adorable, so submissive after her little pussy cums all her worth.
“ya?” he holds your pretty face, allowing you to nuzzle in his palms, smiling widely. “a sweetheart aren’t you?” god you get so oblivious after sex.
you nod frantically, blushing at his praises.
“my sweetheart?” he teasingly quirks a brow, making you smile.
“yes!” you reply enthusiastically.
“ya!” he kisses your lips repeatedly. “still jealous?” he watches your eyes avert. there’s a slight pause, toji’s eyes remain on you befote he hears you faintly mumble.
“you’re mine,” you mumble, whining when he turns your face to look at him.
“eyes on me….say it again,” he demands, you look him dead in the eye.
“you’re. mine. only mine.” toji couldn’t help the slight aftershock in his thighs at your possessiveness.
“fine by me,” he hums making you flush, your hands hold his wrists that still cup your cheeks. he knew that look all too well, your bright eyes shining. “only cuz you did so well for me.” he smiles as you stick your tongue out, pussy involuntarily squeezing his soft cock as he lets a glob of saliva run into your mouth.
“shit,” toji was too overstimulated, gently picking you up, letting his cock slip out. his eyes run dark at the amount of cum leaking out of your puckering hole. he really did cum a lot inside his pretty girls slutty cunt.
“wait—baby—“ toji should’ve laid you down, instead your lips latched on to his chest. kissing and sucking his large man titties. as you continued to head south. “gonna be too much for me—fuck!” toji gasped uncharacteristically, his eyes rolling back as you swallowed almost his entire cock.
your cute wet lips suckled on his pretty mushroom tip, drooling and pressing it to your cheek as he held your shoulder. if he really wanted to he could yank you off easily. yet that look, fuck always forgetting the absolute euphoria that rushes over you as you play with his pretty big dick.
“babygirl, ughh fuckk ‘s too much!” with a sudden shake he’s spraying into your mouth, your tongue swipes over his bright red tip from the overstimulation as more cum shoots into your mouth. “shit baby,” toji is groaning loudly as he finally shakingly calms down. you continue kissing his pretty softening cock, until toji is pulling you up and caging his arms around your waist, body twitching just a bit. as he curls into your warmth.
“gonna fucking kill me, sweetheart,” he groans into your shoulder, calming down. “still needa be able to fight tomorrow.”
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the audience is going absolutely crazy as toji makes his way into the ring. his name is being chanted over and over. the stadium was almost too loud, that was until toji dropped his robe.
his entire back and chest was littered with marks, the various bite marks, hickies, nail scratches, had the host gasping. toji bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up his body without a care in the world as the audience erupted even louder. whistles and applause was through the roof. minus some of his few fan base that were clenching their jaws in absolute anger.
you however, stood in the front row, light blush dusting your cheeks as toji cracked his neck, eyes already finding yours to give you his goodluck kiss to his hand before rubbing it on his heart. your eyes igniting as you reciprocated the gesture he always did to you. you blush as you saw your handiwork from last night. all mine.
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Sweet Tooth [Simon "Ghost" Riley]
Summary: You're trapped between a rock and a hard place. Or rather, trapped between a door and your superior. He doesn't seem to mind, though.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader
Warnings: +18 Smut (MDNI!!!), oral (fem receiving), pussydrunk!Simon if you squint, angst, forbidden romance happening in the midst of a mission.
A/n: i know i said i was gonna take a couple of days off from writing anything but this Simon brain rot hasn't sunk in quite yet but it. is. brewing🥴 @sofasoap i don't know what happened😭 one minute I was vibing to my music, the next I was neck deep in smutville😭😭😭
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You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be allowing this. He's your superior. He's your Lieutenant. He's... H—he's...
He's on his knees.
He's hiking your leg up his shoulder. The slit of your dress parted wide open for him to take you apart from the inside out. His arm curls over it, hand planted on your sternum to keep you pinned against the door and the other slid against the small of your back whilst—
"fuck." is all you hear from below. "you're dripping all over my mouth, sweetheart."
You can't look at him. You just can't.
Even though you know you won't see his whole face, you know his mask will be right above his nose. And you know you'll see his mouth, his tongue gliding tender strokes through your pussy.
Hell, you can hear the lewd sounds. The slurping, the sticky wet noises of his mouth playing with your folds. It's hard to do anything but squirm in his hold. He's much bigger than you, keeping you where you are with just a fraction of his strength. So you just stand there and take it.
"Ghost—" you moan breathlessly, eyes glassy and bleary when you open them to try and talk some sense into him but words are melting and flee from your head the more his tongue flattens against your pussy. "Ghost, th—they're— they're going to—"
Words. Fleeing. Faster than your mind can comprehend. A sudden squeal escapes you before you can slap a hand over your mouth when his tongue slides inside you. His chin is glistening. And his nose as it cards against your clit, and it nearly tears a scream from your throat.
Your fingers grip his arm, legs trembling when the heat pools and threatens to flare brightly. He continues to lap at your folds like it's his job. The way he looks at you, with dark eyes veiled with desire, makes you melt.
Those eyes usually are so cold and calculated. Razer sharp and focused on the task at hand.
He's still focused, of course. But there's no sharpness. Not an ounce of ice and malice. His eyes are hazy, all soft and sweet and desperate for the way your essence drips onto his tongue. Desperate for you. You don't know how to handle that.
You don't know how you're going to look the rest of the team in the eye once you get out of this tiny bathroom. The operation was almost over. The target was in the bag, Gaz and Soap are working on getting the damn bastard out of the building unnoticed. Laswell's probably with them. You and Ghost?
You can't help but recall how he was always close by. Especially when you had to lure the target away from prying eyes. He kept a good enough distance, but close enough that you could feel the darkness of his eyes piercing the back of your head.
Then, once the target was secured —bound, gagged and blinded with a cloth over his head— and ushered away by Gaz and Soap, Ghost wasted no time in cornering you. Ambushing you, more like.
A gasp leaves your throat. Your hand grabs the top of his head, still covered by his mask. You don't mean to and you immediately mutter broken apologies when he freezes. You try to pry yourself from his grasp, knowing that you crossed a line. The mask doesn't come off, it never does.
But it was an accident, he shouldn't be that good working his tongue inside your fluttering pussy. You hate yourself even more for even allowing things to get this far.
"D—didn't mean to, I swear—" you stutter as you try to slide your leg off his shoulder. "I—I'm really sorry, Lieutenant—"
But he won't let you. You yelp when he pushes you back against he door and you feel his mouth on you, licking into you again. Only, he's more adamant this time. More determined to ruin you.
"Gh—Ghost— Si— Simon!" your scream practically goes unheard as you squirm against his mouth. You want to try and reason with him. But it's impossible to see reason when your head is filled with pleasure.
His hands are firm against you, tongue eagerly sinking into your wet heat before his mouth sucks on your throbbing clit. You hiss sharply, head falling downwards to barely open your eyes and find his. You're careful to let your hand rest on his shoulder, gripping the expensive fabric of his dark blazer, your lips parted open as you panted heavily.
Something has long since strung and drawn tight. The high was far too perilous; if the drop doesn't kill you, it'll be a miracle. And he knows. You're sure he knows because the more you tremble in his arms, the tighter his hold becomes.
It happens all too fast. The thread snaps and you shatter violently against his hold, hand slapped over your mouth to trap the loud cry inside your throat. Your head lolls against the door as the ecstasy hits you like a truck and rolls over you in hot waves. You're writhing in his grasp, helpless to the onslaught of the electrifying high.
He doesn't stop lapping at you just yet. You're gushing and pulsing into his mouth, dripping all over his nose and chin, wetting the cloth of his mask. A few more licks until he finally pulls himself away from your swollen pussy like it's the last thing he wants. You breathe deeply as you watch him.
He's still looking at your folds whilst his tongue glides over his lips, breathing as heavily as you are while collecting the glistening fluids there. It was like observing at a predatory animal after a kill.
He leans in again. You shudder when he presses a kiss on your folds. Fingers spreading you open to gently press his lips against your swollen clit. Kissing you there like he's saying one last goodbye. His tongue makes another flick over the sensitive bud and another and you think he's going to wring another orgasm over you all over again and it terrifies you because you don't think you'd want to stop him.
Thankfully unfortunately, he draws away and finally lets you go. You faintly whimper at the last sight of his mouth before he draws the mask over his face.
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Your legs were shaky as you made your way back. It was still hard to catch your breath. The alcohol in your blood has long since burned out by the time Lieutenant Riley was done with you. Regardless of that, you still stumbled on your feet.
Thankfully, Soap was right there to catch you. He was just as surprised as you were when he did. "You alright, lass?"
You smoothen over your dress as you quietly nod, not trusting your voice to speak for you. Another hand gently palms over the small of your back. In an instant, you're as stiff as a board when you feel him behind you.
"Exfil's here, love." he says. "Time to go."
The throbbing between your thighs returns with a vengeance. You barely manage to suppress a whimper.
You don't think you're going to catch a wink of sleep tonight. The worst part about it is that it'll have nothing to do with the mission.
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support my ko-fi I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with this. do i leave it as it is? do i turn it into a mini-series? what's happening, brain? idk.
[part 2] banners by @cafekitsune
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ssahotchnerr · 12 days
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yes! i do!! you have jj’s role and an unsub is shot dead infront of you and his blood literally soaks you and you’re shaking and speechless and aaron’s focus is to get to you and keep you safe and bring you back to earth 🥲🥲
stay with me
cw; fem liasion!reader, protective!aaron, multiple blood descriptions, panic attack descriptions, no established relationship but aaron and reader are close, there's also one small mention of aaron's shirt being big on reader, fluff <3 wc; 1k
your ears are ringing. whether it's from the gunshot or the blatant shock, you have no idea.
you're frozen in place; everything's fuzzy, your body is buzzing and your lips, hands, everything is numb.
you're not used to this. this isn't what your job usually entails. you look at pictures like this, you don't live or experience it.
in the haze, someone's approached you. someone's talking to you. someone's embraced you. there's a hand on your back, an arm attempting to shield you away. but your feet don't move. internally, you're screaming at them to move.
why won't they move?
"hey," it's aaron. you don't hear him, or process that it's him, until he shakes you ever so gently and again, he says, "hey."
you don't want to be used to this.
"i..." you rigidly stand there, staring at the unsub laid in front of you, the pool of blood around him growing as the seconds pass. you think you're articulating words, but you're not sure.
aaron follows your eyes - he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. a swirl of emotions fill him - first and foremost, relief you're safe and unscathed, but also horror at what you just encountered - what you shouldn't have encountered.
"it's on me." you manage to choke out, feeling rather lightheaded as you view your shaky hands, and then your blouse, both spattered with red. it's on your neck, your face, and it's like you can feel every singular dot, singeing into your skin like it's bound to be permanent. a new fear fills you - will you ever be able to not feel it?
"don't look, just look at me." your head whips towards aaron, finding his gentle and concerned brown eyes. the sight allows your chest to loosen, finding the smallest bit of normalcy when it comes to breathing. you're remembering how to breathe.
aaron wants to bring the cuff of his sleeve to your skin, to wipe away the residue but he can't. he fears it would make it worse, and remind you again that it's littered on you - the last thing you needed. he wanted to calm you, not further panic you. "or better yet, just close them, sweetheart."
the term of endearment goes right past you, as you grip onto his vest, the sleeves of his shirt, anything your fingers can hold onto as he's guiding you out of the house. he's talking to the rest of the team, relaying instructions, but you only focus on keeping your eyes shut.
"it's okay, you're going to be just fine." aaron assures you, his voice low and even, soothing. "hear the leaves crunching under your feet? there's a cool breeze tonight, too. can you feel it?"
you nod gingerly. the sound is distant, but it's there. and just as he stated, you feel the cool air hit your cheeks, the wind also tousling your hair. it feels colder than cool, though, due to the stream of tears trailing downwards - have you been crying too? "i can hear it in the trees."
"that's good. how about smell, can you smell anything?"
copper.
aaron realizes his mistake the second the sentence leaves his mouth, your face paling as well as his.
"your aftershave." you blurt out, surprising yourself. despite the sheer panic, it was fairly easy to redirect your mind to him. your fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt more forcefully. "it smells spicy, sweet too. it smells like you. familiar. safe."
you resist the urge to tuck your face into him, but after a moment's thought, you do. you need it. you need him.
and to further secure you, aaron holds you to him, his large hand spanning the side of your head and keeping your face buried close to his chest.
your eyes open when you reach the suv; when the two of you come to a stop, when aaron's hold is suddenly absent, the sound of the door opening deeming it safe - far away from the scene.
but at the loss of his contact, involuntarily your eyes fall back to your blouse. it's stuck to your skin, soaked by the... blood.
"stay with me." aaron manages to grab your attention before you begin spiraling again, his hands lifting and hesitating. "may i?"
you nod, frantically and this time, you can feel the tears resurfacing. "please get it off me."
first, aaron unvelcros his vest, and then removes his tie, his dress shirt, leaving him in just his white tee. he drapes it over the passenger seat - at the ready.
aaron ushers you closer to the interior of the car so the open door fully covers you, blocking any view that isn't his. he unbuttons your blouse with gentle fingers, acting rather quickly as well. and respectfully, he averts his eyes - either looking strictly at his hands, the buttons on each shirt, or your face, checking in on you.
he helps you into his shirt, holding it open so you can slide your arms in. it envelopes you, and just as fast as he unbuttoned, he fastens it shut.
it feels as if a small weight is lifted off your shoulders, and aaron tosses your soiled shirt onto the ground in the backseat. he leads you to sit sideways in the passenger seat, facing him.
"i don't want to be alone." you don't know why that's the first thing to exit your mouth, but it is. your eyes lift to his, frightened and pleading.
aaron nods as he gets down on a knee, cupping your cheek with his hand. "you're sleeping in my room tonight."
"with you?"
with a stroke of his thumb, overtop those bloodstains he's desperate to wash and rid you from, he nods again. "with me."
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yawnderu · 3 months
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>Simon doesn't go to clubs, yet he'd do anything for bimbo!reader, even if it's out of his comfort zone. Adding a small dialogue of Simon being painfully brit when drunk from this post because I still giggle about it ejhfehjb
“C'mere, baby.” Your bare feet make contact with the floor as you walk to your boyfriend, who's waiting for you on the couch, a pair of stiletto heels next to him. It's a routine you know too well, putting your feet on his lap before you even realize it while he massages your ankles, offering you a small smile.
“Make sure you don't fall.” He teases and you push him away with your feet, only making him hold them in both hands and push back until your legs are folded, getting up just to steal a kiss from you.
“You rat!” Your giggle rings across the room as you try to push him away again, yet he's too strong to even move until he feels like it, sitting back down and starting to put your heels on, making sure the straps are safely secured before he helps you get up from the couch. He still can't wrap his head around the fact that you walk around in 6-inch stiletto heels with ease, but they were on your wishlist and whatever his princess wants, she gets.
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Simon doesn't do clubs. It's loud, it's crowded, and he looks just about ready to take you back home until you strut to him, a big smile on your pretty face as you pass him a third glass of bourbon. He downs it after mouthing a small ''thank you'', feeling the warmth travel down his body.
“Come dance with me, Si!” You have to scream over the music, taking his free hand before he can even think about it. He reluctantly lets you pull him to the dance floor, despite feeling so out of place. He can't resist denying you, not when you look so happy and excited to be here with him.
Your arms wrap around his neck, your body rubbing against as you dance is almost intoxicating. He looks down at you, brown eyes fully taking in the sight— your hair moving with your body as you dance and sing, a happy smile on your face before you take a sip of your pretty drink. You're the most breathtaking thing he's ever seen.
His hand goes down to your waist to support you in case you twist your ankle while wearing your pretty stilettos. He looks down at your lips for a second before his gaze locks on yours, unable to look away. Maybe it's the alcohol affecting his body, but he dares to lean down to capture your lips with his, pulling you closer and allowing your bodies to move together to the rhythm of the music. He pulls away, his hand going up to the middle of your back before he does something really stupid.
“I'm getting us more drinks!” You yell over the music, already walking away before he can stop you. He's used to drinking one or two glasses of bourbon, not four while out in a club, the flashy lights just making him dizzier. He pushes the thoughts to the back of his head, feeling your arms wrap around him from behind, taking the glass from you before you can spill it.
“Thank you.” Simon was never one for PDA, yet he's leaning down to kiss you again, his hand lingering on the small of your back for way longer than it should have. You turn around, sipping on your drink as you grind on him, too used to the clubbing scene to think about how Simon hasn't done anything like this before. Despite his stoic expression, he's actually having plenty of fun, his hand holding onto your waist to support you as you dance.
His attention is focused strictly on you. He loves how you're dancing for him and him alone. You're not dancing like this for other men or flirting with anyone— you're simply having fun with your boyfriend, and despite some of the men looking at you, you're only looking at him.
Simon lasted way longer than he thought, only making you turn around after an hour or so of dancing.
“Tired yet?” He lets your bodies sway to the generic pop song playing in the background, half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open. He drank more than he should— more than he has drank in public, and he's aware of it, yet he wants to bring you home before he's too drunk to be aware of his surroundings. You plant a small kiss on his nose now that he's laying down and he offers you a lazy grin, letting you guide him out of the club.
“Buss me a blem, love.” You raise an eyebrow at his words, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you help him walk, not wanting him to stumble around as you make your way back home. You have the route memorized, unlike him.
“A fag.” He clarifies, making you giggle nervously as you look up at him.
“Why do you want a gay m—” A stifled chuckle comes from above you, looking at the way Simon is trying to hold back his laughter. He's way too drunk for this shit.
“A cigarette, angel.” Realization hits your face as your glossy lips turn into an ''o'' shape, face lighting up when you can finally understand what he's saying.
“Don't have that either. The other one would have been easier to get...” You drag out, fumbling with the keys to your shared apartment before going inside, locking the door behind you. You go sit on the couch and Simon immediately beelines towards you, managing to sit down in front of you and attempt to undo the straps of your heels.
Was the buckle always this tiny? His fingers feel way too fucking big for the strap, yet he somehow manages, softly rubbing your feet to help ease the pain he knows you always feel after wearing them for a long time. His cheek is resting on your lap, your hand instinctively running through his short hair, massaging his scalp with your long acrylics.
“You okay, baby?” God, he could die right now. Your words are slurred, voice becoming even sweeter, your tone laced with concern. He can only manage to nod, trying his best not to fall asleep despite how comfortable your lap is. He can barely register how you get up, dragging him up by the arms— or well, trying. The bastard is way too heavy and tall for it.
“Up.” You say softly, not wanting your boyfriend to fall asleep on the couch. He grumbles before getting up, letting you make him lay down on the couch, making sure he's on his side. He didn't drink enough to throw up, but... just in case.
You disappear into the bathroom, coming up with a wet cloth and a basket full of skincare that you want to use on him. Your drunk brain is absolutely brilliant— wanting to take care of his skin while he's about to fall asleep. You steal a kiss from his lips before running the wet cloth over his face with care, wiping down all the sweat and grease on his skin.
His brown eyes focus on you as you start to massage a cool liquid all over his face, massaging it in circles with the pads of your fingers, careful not to poke him with your long nails.
“I love you.” It slips out of his lips before he can even think about it, looking away from you. You can see his Adam's apple bob up and down, anxiously waiting for something— anything. He flinches in surprise as your arms wrap around him tightly, small giggles of relief and happiness escaping your lips.
“I love you too, Si.”
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milkandhyunnie · 2 months
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role play
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pairing: husband!hyunjin x reader
genre: smut, fluff (at the end!), one-shot
wc: 2k
synopsis: you and your husband try to spice things up by role playing as strangers during date night, but hyunjin just can’t hold in how much he loves his wife
warnings: role play, fake? cheating (mc and hj are married but role playing as strangers), unprotected sex, dirty talk, mc is called a slut and whore, not proofread!
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Ten years you’ve been in love with Hyunjin, and 4 years you’ve been married to him. He was a perfect lover—kind, caring, romantic—everything you could ever want and more. He even managed to exceed your wildest dreams and expectations once he became your husband, never failing to make you feel loved every single day. You really couldn’t ask for any more, couldn’t really think of anything more to ask of him. He anticipated your needs before you had them, and fulfilled your desires before you realized they existed. He loved you endlessly and you loved him just as much.
But maintaining this level of passion for this long doesn’t come without effort. Even the strongest relationships could benefit from a little spice here and there. So when you proposed to switch things up for your date night, Hyunjin eagerly agreed.
Role playing.
Neither of you had tried it before, but it seemed like a fun way to add a little excitement to your night. You planned to meet at the new bar in town at 7 o’clock, where you both would act like strangers, allowing you to create characters for yourselves and live out your fantasies for the night. Having a new identity might give you the confidence to be bold and maybe even take some risks you wouldn’t normally take, you thought. And the idea of seeing a more daring side of Hyunjin kept you anticipating your date all day.
At 7 o’clock you entered the building. The lighting was dim and warm and the soft jazz playing in the background made for a seductive ambience. You perched yourself on a stool at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, the long slit of your dress revealing your thigh. It was a brand new dress Hyunjin had never seen before, and you knew he’d love it.
You scanned the room for your husband, but didn’t see any sign of him, so you ordered a drink to keep you occupied in the meantime. As you took your first sip, a tall figure approached you.
“Is this seat taken?”
A familiar hand lightly caressed your back as the question was whispered in your ear. His low voice sent a shiver of excitement down your spine and you could smell the floral cologne on his neck—he was wearing your favorite. Fighting back your smile, you shook your head no and continued sipping your drink. Hyunjin sat down and ordered his own drink, and that’s when you finally took a look at him.
He was dressed in a fitted black suit, a skinny black tie snug around his neck, his belt secured around his waist, his entire outfit perfectly molded to his body—absolutely ravishing. You observed the various rings adorning his fingers, shining as he reached for his glass, but one was missing—his wedding ring. Hyunjin noticed your frown as you gazed at his hands, and knew right away what got you upset. He made eye contact with you and grinned as he patted his pocket, indicating that the ring was inside. You swiftly turned away, but couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto your face. You loved that your husband was so in tune with your feelings, immediately understanding it was his ring that upset you. And you supposed he wasn’t your husband for tonight so you decided to let it go.
You redirected your attention to the glass in front of you, and now it was Hyunjin’s turn to study the sight before him. His gaze traveled from your face—beautiful as ever, your lips adorably puckered as you sucked on your straw—to your bare shoulders, to your dress—one he hadn’t seen before but instantly loved, because it hugged your curves perfectly and the slit up your thigh was practically inviting him in. Simply put, you looked stunning. So stunning that Hyunjin almost forgot you weren’t supposed to know each other in this present moment, and nearly leaned in to kiss you. Instead, he cleared his throat and began his pursuit of wooing you.
“Does a beautiful woman like you always come to the bar alone?”
You looked up from your glass with a grin. “Are you talking to me?”
Hyunjin turned to face you. “You’re the most beautiful one here, so yes.”
“I did come alone.” You nonchalantly answer.
“Mind if I keep you company?”
“If it’s you, I don’t mind.”
“I’m Hyunjin.” He reached out his hand.
“I’m Y/N.” You clasped your hand in his, which he pulled to his lips for a kiss.
You giggled into your drink and he did the same. It’s only been a few minutes and he already made you blush. Leave it to your sweet husband to make you flustered so easily. But this was not how you planned for the night to go. You wanted to act outside the box, to do things you wouldn’t normally do, to say things you never had the guts to say.
Brushing your hair behind your shoulder, you channeled your alter ego. “You seem to have quite the collection of rings Hyunjin, are you married?”
Hyunjin looked at you nervously for a moment before deciding on his answer. “No, I’m not.”
“That’s a shame.” You sighed. “Because I enjoy sleeping with married men the most.”
“Is that so?” He gulped.
“Mhm.” You nodded, fingers traveling up his arms. “The danger makes it more fun. I like to steal what doesn’t belong to me and make it mine.”
Hyunjin tugged to loosen the tie around his neck. “You have good intuition then, because I actually am married.” He reached into his pocket to pull out the ring. “Does that make you want me more?”
“Depends.” You mischievously grinned at him. “What do you plan on doing with me?”
Hyunjin leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’ll book a room at the hotel across the street. How about I take you there, take off this dress and fuck you all night?”
His breath hit your neck and sent surges of thrill through your body.
“Came here to find a slut to fuck instead of your wife?” You whispered. “I’m your girl.”
His hand was sliding up your thigh now, inching closer to where the fabric ended and where your core was basically aching for him to touch. You could see how turned on he was too from the tent growing in his pants.
“How bad do you want me?” You watched him with hooded eyes.
Hyunjin’s lips parted as he gazed at your figure up and down. “So bad.”
“Show me.”
You didn’t stay another second in that bar. Your heart raced as Hyunjin grabbed your hand and led you to the hotel.
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The moment the door shut, your back was pressed against the wall and Hyunjin’s hands were up your dress. You fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he pressed feverish kisses down your neck. You did a messy job of unbuckling his pants but eventually stripped them off of him, freeing the boner that had been growing underneath. Hyunjin used one hand to rub over your already-soaked panties while the other frantically searched for the zipper on your dress. Once he found it and pulled it down, letting the dress drop to your ankles and exposing you to him, he paused for a moment to admire your naked body.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He dove in for a heated kiss, drowning your lips in his and cradling your face in his hands. You could tell that he was getting lost in the kiss, but you were growing impatient. You placed your hand on his bulge, causing his body to shudder as you began palming him over his boxers.
“I want you to show me how bad you want me.” You whispered. “Fuck me like I’m your whore.”
“Someone’s eager.” Hyunjin smirked. “Are you going to be my pretty little…slut tonight?”
You could hear the hesitation in his voice when he called you that. Hyunjin’s vocabulary for you was strictly limited to loving, sweet words and affectionate pet names. It was probably uncomfortable for him to degrade you in any way. And as much as it filled your heart to know that he only ever wanted to praise you, hearing him call you his slut was undeniably hot.
“Yes baby, I’m such a slut for your big cock.” You reached into his boxers and began pumping him. “Want you to fuck me already.”
“Turn around, spread your pussy for me.”
Hyunjin tightly gripped your waist as you bent over and pressed your ass against his dick, hard and leaking with anticipation. He slid the tip up and down your folds, garnering whimpers from you. Once his dick was coated with your wetness, he positioned himself at your entrance.
“Oh,” He sighed as his cock slipped in. “You feel so good sweetheart.”
“Hyunjin, I’m not your sweetheart.” You muttered, but you could help whining as he started pumping in and out.
“S-sorry.” He panted as he continued thrusting into you. “Fuck, this pussy feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like how tight my pussy is? How wet I am for you?”
Hyunjin could only respond with deep moans and lustful sighs. He was too focused on fucking you to really hear what you were saying. You started losing your train of thought as well when his pace began to quicken, the knot in your stomach unraveling with each thrust. You were dripping down your thighs and the wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled the room. His dick was impossibly hard, stuffing you full and hitting you in all the right places. And before you even knew it, you came.
“H-Hyunjin, fuck, hyun—I’m cumming.”
Your body squirmed as your rode your high. Hyunjin gripped your waist tighter, keeping you in place, still relentlessly pounding into you. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and knew he was close too.
“Cum inside baby, stuff this pussy.” You grinded against him, eager for his load.
“Ah—fuck, wait.” He paused his movements all of a sudden and held you still. “I want to see your face when I cum.”
Hyunjin spun you around and kissed you, leading you backwards until your legs hit the bed. You laid down as he lifted your legs, placing one last soft kiss on your shoulder before thrusting into you without warning. You yelped at the sudden sensation, pleasure overtaking your body once again.
This time, Hyunjin didn’t hold back. He pounded into you hard, bucking his hips against yours over and over until his thrusts became erratic. His high was approaching and he held onto you tightly, panting as he struggled to control his movements.
“I love you.” He muttered, his head buried in your neck.
You chuckled. “You’re gonna tell a stranger that you love them?”
Hyunjin’s face was flushed, his eyes hooded as he gazed at you. He couldn’t think straight. “M’sorry, I just—you’re just so beautiful.”
You took his face in your hands and kissed him, sweetly, passionately, enveloping him in your love. It took his breath away and he came with your lips on his.
“I love you too.” You sighed into his mouth as he emptied himself inside you.
It took a few minutes for him to catch his breath before Hyunjin removed himself from your body. After cleaning yourselves up, you dove back onto the sheets, tired and ready to end the night.
“Are we done role playing now? I want to hold you.” Hyunjin mumbled, pulling the covers over your bodies.
You snuggled into his side and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Hyunjin sighed with satisfaction and pulled you close. He fell asleep with you in his arms, and you were soon to follow, your eyes growing tired. But before they closed and locked you in slumber, you took one last look at your husband sleeping soundly next to you. He tried so hard to play along with your game today, to become the salacious Casanova of your fantasies. But in the end, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was your sweet, loving husband after all.
And you wouldn’t change a thing about him. You wouldn’t trade the man you had for anything in the world.
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starrystevie · 3 months
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eddie isn't sure when steve becomes a synonym for safe. isn't sure how someone he actively avoided in crowded hallways morphs into a pair of eyes he seeks out when things are too much. isn't sure what it is about steve harrington that has him gravitating towards a once was king. it just suddenly is.
steve's a steady hand on his shoulder, a gentle nudge with the toe of his shoe to get him up and moving. he's a barely there smile reassuring him that things are okay, will be okay, could be okay if they keep trying to get to whatever okay could be.
steve's there for all of them, he always has been. he's the one that every single one of their ragtag bunch runs to in their own ways because steve's strong in his own way and can take away bits of their pain and fear and hide it behind his armor so it can't hurt them anymore.
but he's different for eddie. he's more quiet, more sturdy. what would be smiles for el and a crass joke for dustin and a carefully crafted hug for robin is soft silence for eddie. maybe it's because he's the tiniest bit younger than eddie, maybe it's because he's newer, maybe it's because he put eddie back together with strong hands and an even stronger will and saw the quivering underbelly that he hides away from everyone with wide grins and overwhelming flair.
everyone except steve, apparently.
whatever it is, eddie searches for it with every chance he can. he slides closer to steve when crowds get too loud looking between their feet to make sure he isn't too close but can still feel the heat radiating off of his bare arms. he looks up to see steve's eyes on him when eddie's gone quiet, throwing him a small smile and hoping it catches. he holds onto steve's quiet acceptance of a shitty mixtape in the car when eddie needs loud, needs angry, because he feels loud, feels angry.
but then it changes.
whatever they used to be isn't a factor anymore. whatever they used to be starts to bleed into steve's fingertips against bare skin, feeling his heartbeat through paper thin veins like he's trying to remind himself that eddie made it. that he himself made sure that eddie made it.
eddie does know when that change happens, though. knows when they go from never touching to always touching. knows when it changes from the steve and eddie that are two separate thoughts to the steveandeddie that can only ever be said within the same breath.
it's just that he was so tired and steve was sitting on his ratty little twin bed in his ratty big city apartment and steve was safe. steve meant safe. steve was the hands that held him together in a nightmare world and the air in his lungs when he couldn't breathe on his own.
so it all seemed to make sense for him to crawl onto the bed, rucking up the well worn quilt that he stole from wayne under his bony knees, and settle his head onto the legs that carried him out of the upside down into a world where steve was a security blanket in and of himself.
and as eddie stared up at the ceiling with his curls draped over steve's lap, he felt when it all clicked. felt the thighs he was laying on tense and then fall, felt the hand holding crumpled magazine pages come to rest gently on his chest, palm covering his racing heart. but most of all he felt when steve looked at him, gaze landing on his face and covering him like a balm over a burn.
he looked back, because eddie always looks when steve needs him, and quickly realized he was steve's safe, too. eddie might not be sure when steve becomes a synonym for safe, but that doesn't matter. not anymore. not when eddie can be that for him, too. not when he can learn what steve needs and when he needs it. he's a joke when steve's mind starts spiraling. he's the loud of a shitty mixtape to make him smile as he sings off key when they drive. he's a hand in his hair, pulling him in to rest against his chest when there's bats and russian doctors and max's broken body clouding his vision.
eddie still crawls into his lap when he feels that bone tiredness pulling at his limbs. steve still shoves his face into eddie's chest when he has to clear away the ghosts hiding in his eyes. they still let their fingertips brush over pulse points when they need little reminders. and when they need to be wrapped up by each other, held together with hands that are gentle and unspoken promises, eddie knows they'll both go with open arms.
because they make each other feel loved, make each other feel real, make each other feel safe.
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heeliopheelia · 6 months
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌
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genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 1.9k
a/n: guys it's 2am but i finally finished editing this... whatever that is. it's been a while since i posted this type of a fic so i hope you like it just as much as the previous ones!! 🤍
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LEE HEESEUNG
"I'll be right back, baby. Just give me ten minutes, okay?"
These were the words your boyfriend said to you twenty minutes ago as you patiently sat on the wooden bench in the empty locker room. His basketball team just won their first game of the season and now you wait for him to finally finish showering, so that the two of you can go back to his place and catch up on the much needed sleep. Much needed as he's the one who has deprived the both of you of it last night when he made you watch him practice nearly until morning.
So it's no surprise that as another minute goes by, you find your eyes growing heavy. Leaning your head back on the cool locker, you start dozing off when familiar footsteps finally approach your tired figure.
"Aww, sorry I kept you waiting, baby. I'm ready to go now, though," he says softly as his hand goes to swipe some hair away from your face. He grins as you blink slowly at him before slinging his bag over his shoulder and kneeling down in front of you. You don't have enough strength to question his behavior when he turns around and wiggles his fingers at you and looks over his shoulder. "C'mon, hop on. I'll carry you."
You manage to somehow climb onto his back and when your hands wrap around his neck securely, he hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts the both of you off the ground.
"Up you go," he grunts quietly, adjusting you in his arms before making his way out of the locker room. "Let's finally get my sleepy baby home, shall we?"
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PARK JAY
Throwing his bag on the ground, Jay tosses the keys to the cupboard and feels his shoulders relaxing at the thought of seeing you after such a long day. Even though it's late at night, he knows you'll be stubbornly waiting for him like you always do, so instead of heading to the bedroom, he directs his steps to the living room.
And he was right – there you are, slumped over the arm rest of the couch, mouth slightly ajar because of the palm you're holding up your face with.
Jay snorts quietly, mind running back to all the times you've denied the possibility of ever falling asleep while waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come back home. He takes a mental note to remember that and tease you in the morning.
With a sigh, he crouches down in front of the couch and reaches his hand out to brush your cheek gently. The feeling of his cool fingers against your skin almost instantly wakes you up and you jerk underneath his touch, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the dim lighting. When your eyes meet Jay's, you straighten your back and send him a guilty smile as if you've been caught committing a crime.
"Oh, you're back," you mutter tiredly, letting his fingers run over your eyes to wipe the sleep away from them. "I was so not sleeping, you're just tweaking."
Jay chuckles before standing up and pressing his lips to your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes back again, feeling content now that he's finally back. Sighing, you softly kiss the crook of his neck before nuzzling your face into it.
Jay's hand is caressing your hair gently. "Let's get you to bed now, hm?"
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SIM JAKE
"Well, aren't you just cute?" Jake huffs under his nose as the first thing he comes across of is you laying on the couch, face buried in one of the green cushions you bought on your last Ikea trip. He giggles quietly, heart feeling full as he looks at you with such lovesick eyes, you'd definitely be left blushing if you ever caught him like this.
He decides on not waking you up, realizing how tired you must've been if you actually fell asleep while waiting on him. So instead, he slips underneath the blanket right next to you. He turns to his side so that you're laying face to face and he smiles at the way your lips are slightly pouted. He leans forward and presses his forehead to yours, draping an arm around your waist as you subconsciously curl up to his body, seeking for his warmth even in your sleep.
Jake softly presses his lips right above your eyebrow when your eyelids slowly flutter open. You look at him with your foggy eyes before wrapping your arm around his neck and wordlessly pulling him even closer to yourself. You bury your face in his chest instead of the cushion now and slowly start dozing off again when his hand sneaks underneath your sweater and caresses your side gently.
"I'm glad you're home," you mumble into his skin, nudging his neck with your nose before leaving a butterfly kiss on the same exact spot. "Been waiting for you."
Jake feels his stomach tickle funny at your sleepy affection and he buries his smile in your hair. "Yeah, I know. You can go to sleep now. I'm not going anywhere."
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PARK SUNGHOON
"How many times do I have to tell you not to wait for me this late, you idiot," Sunghoon scolds you as he adjusts your half-asleep body in his arms and carries on up the stairs.
You mumble an incoherent answer with mouth muffled by the warm skin of his neck. You hold him tighly, arms slung around his shoulders as you hang onto him like a baby monkey. Sunghoon has to bite his lip to prevent himself from snickering right then and there.
"What was that?" He asks, leaning his face a little closer to hear you better.
"You're so warm. Makes me even more sleepy."
Sunghoon can't help the chuckle that leaves his mouth anymore and he opens the door to your bedroom with his foot. He carries you straight to bed and places you on the soft mattress, only to quickly change into a pair of sweatpants and slip underneath the covers right next to you.
Your body moves almost automatically as you shift closely to your boyfriend and cling onto him once your arms make contact with his skin. You shuffle and twist in your place, somehow unable to find a comfortable position, because no matter how close you get to him – it's just simply not close enough tonight.
So you climb on top of his body and use him as a mattress instead, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.
"I wanna get inside your skin. Lemme," you mumble tiredly and feel his chest vibrate with laughter.
His hand makes its way to your hair. "Some of the things you say when you're sleepy are quite concerning, sweetheart."
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KIM SUNOO
Sunoo is greeted by the view of you and Riki chilling on the couch in their dorm. More precisely – Riki playing some videogame on playstation and you sprawled out by his side, the white controller laying on the carpet below you as you sleep soundly.
"What time did she get here?" Sunoo asks as he drops his training bag somwehere on the floor and approaches the two of you. He crouches down in front of you and picks up the long forgotten controller.
"Two hours ago maybe," Riki responds, eyes glued to the TV screen. "She wanted to wait for you but she fell asleep like half an hour ago. Made me lose my damn game."
The older one only sends him a glare paired with a scoff before turning his attention back to you.
"Y/N, wake up."
You peak one of your eyes open as another tap lands on your shoulder. When the first thing your met with is your boyfriend's pretty face, a smile spreads on your slightly chapped lips and you lift yourself up in your seat.
"You're back," you croak out, rubbing your eyes quickly before nuzzling your face in his chest. "Sorry for dropping by without giving you a warning. Jus' thought you'd be home."
Sunoo presses his lips to the crown of your head. "Don't apologize for things like that. You know I always like having you around."
You nod slowly, reaching your hands up until they're circling his neck. Turning your head to the side, you place a small kiss to the side of his jawline. "Can we go cuddle now?"
"How can I say no when you're this cute, huh?"
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YANG JUNGWON
Jungwon tries, he really tries to be quiet. It's really not his fault that his clumsy nature made him bump his hip into the cupboard and cause the keys to topple down to the ground with a clank that probably could wake up a hundred year old half-deaf granny.
You open your eyes and lift yourself from the table you've been laying on top of, startled, head spinning from the sudden movement.
"Shit, I'm so sorry, angel. I didn't mean to wake you up," Jungwon apologizes as he rushes over to you from the other side of the kitchen.
You watch as he crosses the space quickly and plops down on the chair next to you, then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his lap instead.
"No, it's okay," you say quietly as you clear your throat, lifting your head up to smile at him softly. "Was waiting for you anyways. I made you dinner. Just kinda fell asleep after cooking."
Jungwon giggles at the dissatisfied scrunch of your nose. He leans down to press a small kiss to the tip of it.
"Thanks for waiting for me, baby. And for cooking for me. That's really sweet of you, you didn't have to," he mutters, lowering his tone to match yours as he rubs your noses together. "Well, now that I'm finally here, how about I try some of it, huh?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea I suppose." You smile at him and bring your hand up to stroke the short hair at the back of his head. "Can we stay here a little longer, though? I missed you today. Wanna cuddle you."
He chuckles warmly at your words before leaning down and laying a kiss on your forehead. "Of course. We've got all the time in the world, angel."
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NISHIMURA RIKI
"Baby?"
Silence.
"Baby."
Still nothing. The only thing Riki can hear is your slowed down breathing, slightly muffled by the fuzzy blanket you've pulled right above your nose.
"Y/N."
Now that finally wakes you up and you blink your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of your living room. You lift your gaze to look at Riki standing in front of the couch you're laying on, a small smile playing on his lips.
"There you are," he huffs, slightly amused. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
A grunt leaves your throat as you bury yourself even further into the back rest of the couch. You open your arms and lift the blanket a little as an invitation.
"C'mere. 'm too comfy to leave," you mumble groggily, barely managing to keep your eyes open.
With one more pleading look of your foggy eyes, Riki sighs and shakes his head at your stubborness.
"Tsch, fine." He clicks his tongue before standing up and laying down on the tight space right next to you. You don't waste a single second and wrap all of your limbs around his tall body, snuggling up to him with a content sigh.
"Perfect," you whisper as you press your face into his warmth and fall back asleep the moment that his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to his chest.
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xo-cori · 6 months
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it’s all a game to me anyway
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pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader
summary: pining after athletes is never a good idea. that is, unless you’re good at getting your way.
warnings: smut (MDNI), hockey!abby, reader is lowkey a womanizer, choking, the knee thing™, thigh riding, power dynamic switcharoo, no aftercare but in a hot way
a/n: inspired by “music to watch boys to” by mother lana 🙏 if you’re a buff girl named abby anderson who plays hockey pls hit my line immediately. also read pt 2 here!!
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“How’d you get in here?”
In any other scenario, her tone would’ve offended you. At least, you would’ve pretended it did. But this is a very special case; you’ve got Abby exactly where you want her, only because you know she feels the same.
It all started a few months ago during your first week of college. You’d developed a reputation around the school pretty quickly– you tend to pick girls up for a night just to leave them in the dust. It’s fulfilling, until it isn’t. Until you move onto the next, getting better and better at pretending you’d fallen head over heels just to take someone to bed. Now, just starting your second semester, you’d climbed up the social hierarchy pretty quickly, and you’ve been eyeing somebody in specific. After playing your tricks with half of her teammates, of course.
You stand in the empty locker room with her as she packs her bag. You can tell she’s fresh out of the shower and had just finished getting changed. You wonder if you could’ve sped this up by walking in a bit earlier.
“I snuck in,” you shrug. “Just noticed you never came out with your team– I wanted to say how sorry I am that you guys lost. You’re the captain, right? You could spread the message.”
Her eyes meet yours and she’s obviously unimpressed. “I could, but I won’t.” She quips.
You tilt your head. “How come?”
“Well, you’re… acquainted with most of them. Tell them yourself.” She says, setting her bag down on one of the benches so that she can face you. Her dirty blonde hair is still damp and, now that you think about it, this is the first time you’ve seen it out of that signature braid she always wears– and you’ve seen a lot of her.
It’s become a habit to show up to every game, every practice, intently watching her command her team and skate around on that ice like her life depends on it. You don’t know how hockey works. You honestly couldn’t care less, but you have more than enough reason to watch it, and you have your music to keep you company.
“Someone’s jealous.” You observe, taking a long step towards her.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t make any attempt to create some distance. She just raises her eyebrows at you. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You think I’m jealous?”
“Sounds like it.” You wrestle with a smile, not wanting to blow your one chance at this by pissing her off too much.
“Oh, really? And what’s there to be jealous of?” Abby questions, even if she has a pretty good idea what the answer will be.
“The winning team,” you take another step, “and… y’know, the fact that half of your team has had a turn with me. Not you, though. Not yet.”
The way her jaw tenses up makes your chest swell with pride. “Not yet?” She repeats. “You think I want a turn?”
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t look at me the way you do. You like it when I watch you all practice, because you know I’m just watching you.” You tell her.
Abby knows there’s no way to argue with that, no matter how much she’d like to. She looks for you in the bleachers and, when she finds you, subconsciously makes a point of holding that eye contact. You always have both of your headphones in. You’re always looking her up and down, licking your lips like she’s nothing but a freshly prepared meal to you. Honestly, it makes her confidence skyrocket. She’s secure in her capabilities, but a little boost never hurt.
“Athletes like being watched. That’s kinda the whole point,” she replies, “doesn’t make you special.”
“But I am special.” Another step forward. At this point, you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. “I’ve gotta be. You know what I want, but you’ve never told your coach to make me fuck off.”
That’s true, too, Abby thinks. She’d never admit it, though. “Maybe I should.” She says.
“You won’t.” You grin. “Not until you get your turn, at least.”
She’s the one to take the next step forward. You can feel her breath fan across your face. She doesn’t trust her voice to speak; her hard exterior slowly crumbling under the heat of your gaze.
So, she grabs you by the throat and leans down to catch your lips between hers.
You gasp, shocked that she’d be the one to take the initiative. You weren’t even sure if she liked girls, and here she was, already shoving her tongue past your lips, which you happily accepted. Her chest presses to yours as she backs you up against one of the lockers. You opt to ignore how hard your head hit the metal, given how preoccupied you are by the way she grabs both of your wrists in her other hand and holds them above your head.
Then, she pulls back to look at you. You aren’t the one in control and you know it. Oddly enough, you kind of like it.
“Is this what you wanted?” Abby rasps, shoving her knee between your thighs and pressing up right where you needed her, causing you to let out a pleased sigh.
“Yeah,” you nod, “just didn’t think you’d be so easy.”
She finds it ironic that you of all people would call her easy, but she decides not to linger on it. Instead, she slightly tightens her grip around your throat, reveling in the way she only needs one hand to make your breath stutter. The lack of air gives you a head-rush and you find yourself grinding down onto her thigh. Normally, you wouldn’t let yourself be reduced to a submissive mess, but you’d been pining after her for months. You’d do whatever it takes to get her head between your legs.
Abby kisses you once more, totally ignoring the way your hands struggle against her grip only because you kiss her back with a fervor she’s never felt.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, “fucking yourself on my leg like a dog.”
You whine at the lack of her lips on yours. “I want you so bad, Abby– been waiting for this forever.” You admit, which is just another ego boost for her.
She lets go of your wrists and pulls your arms to wrap around her shoulders. “Go ahead, then. Make yourself cum like this.”
You’re taken aback by the demand. Is that even possible? Hell, just to impress her, you’ll make it possible.
You slowly get yourself into a rhythm, rolling your hips into hers, thighs trembling as you hold yourself up simply by her shoulders. Her muscles flex beneath your hands and it only makes you moan louder. Your head falls back against the locker once more, giving Abby an opening to dive into your neck. She kisses, licks, bites any skin available to her, leaving little marks and bruises in her path. Something for her to gawk at later when you show up to practice (because she knows you will). Her hands hold you by your waist, fingertips digging into your flesh so hard that it hurts.
It only takes another two minutes until you feel your climax boiling somewhere deep inside of you. Your legs are just barely working anymore and your hips move with an untamed rhythm, shamelessly seeking any pleasure you can get. “I’m close,” you whimper, “please, please let me–”
Before you can finish your plea, she’s grabbing onto your hips and holding you still. You groan in frustration, balling your hands into fists and whacking them against her chest. “You fucking bitch!” You whine, only made angrier by the shit-eating grin on her face (plus the way she isn’t phased at all by your punches).
“Sorry,” Abby says, moving in so close to your face that your noses are nearly touching, “just needed to vent all this frustration. You know, since I lost the big game and all.”
She presses another kiss to your lips, and you reach up to grab hold of her hair, trying to deepen it as much as possible. She doesn’t struggle at all to pull away, though. You’ve never loved and hated someone’s muscles so much.
“Let me make it better.” You breathe, trying to move one of your hands down between her legs but she quickly grabs it to restrain you. “Please, I’ll– I promise, I’ll make you forget about that stupid game.”
“That’s not a very tempting offer,” Abby sighs dramatically just to get a rise out of you, “don’t wanna be sore for practice tomorrow.”
You scrunch your nose in thought. Is that an invitation? It has to be. She knows you’ll be there regardless. You stare deep into her eyes with a fury, but this only seems to amuse her.
She lets go of your hips and steps away from you. “See you then.”
You remain pressed up against the locker, lips kiss-bitten and legs shaky. You don’t even want to think about what your neck looks like. Abby grabs her bag from the bench and doesn’t even spare you another glance before walking out of the same door you came in through.
Fuck this, you think. Two can play at that game.
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lyneira · 1 year
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♡ sleeping with the genshin men ♡
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-> how they'd prefer to sleep next to you
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Loves holding you close to their chest
Diluc, Dainsleif, Zhongli, Kaveh, Kazuha
They like this position because it's naturally protective. They feel as if they're keeping you safe, holding you so close to them, and that they can you shield you from harm like this.
They also enjoy being able to provide warmth for you. They're the types that don't want to let you go. In fact, they may even be afraid of letting you go.
Loves being the little spoon
Gorou, Thoma, Xiao, Scaramouche
It doesn't matter whether they're bigger or smaller than you, they want to feel your arms enveloping them. Some of them might not want to directly admit it (such as Scara) but they crave the feeling of security in your embrace.
You're their teddybear
Childe, Venti, Kaeya, Heizou, Itto
Now this one has a bit of range. Some might hug you gently or firmly, and some others might be subconsciously squeezing the life outta you as you two sleep (specifically, Itto). Nonetheless, all of them like having their arms around your waist and having your back towards them as you both rest.
They might even use this position to their advantage to tease you as they can easily whisper sweet-nothings into your ears and whisper all other sorts of things that could possibly fluster you 😏 Nuzzling into your neck in this position would also be a fave for them. They might just leave a kiss or two, (and maybe even something more 🤭)
Prefers some distance, but always wants to be facing you
Alhaitham, Cyno, Ayato, Albedo, Tighnari
I think they wouldn't like the feeling of being in skin-to-skin contact with someone the whole entire night. They'd probably end up getting sweaty or feeling too hot lol.
Well, sure. That's what they might say, but really, they prefer this because they get the chance to admire you all they want as you sleep. They love watching your resting face, being able to observe all of your features and all of the little things that make you unique. They're able to etch it into their minds.
And they might caress your cheek every now and then, or also plant the softest kisses on your face, from your forehead, to your nose, cheeks, and of course, your lips. These are the type of people who will show their true affection when no one's looking
Bonus:
Would wrap their leg around you
ITTO, Kaeya, Kaveh, Childe, Xiao, Thoma
I don't know, I just feel like they would. (ESPECIALLY Itto in the most annoying way lol.) There's also something even more intimate about doing this. They'd be able to hold you even closer to their entire body, not just the upper half.
These dudes would want to find ANY possible way to feel closer to you
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a/n: as you can see I definitely have a bit of favoritism for certain categories, hehe 🤭 I just think they're cute as heck ❤️
© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
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littledemondani · 8 months
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Eddie the munch munson who also loves boobs. His obsession is to the point where it doesn’t even have to be sexual. Watching a movie? Boob in mouth. Trying to fall asleep? Boob in mouth. Especially when the reader is on the period??? He just wants to make his bae feel better. Boob in mouth. The thought of sleepy needy eddie licking them so slow and gentle as his eyes flutter shut… I’m melting 🫠
oh my god 😩 dani.exe has crashed
warnings: 18+ only, smut, fem!reader, needy!eddie, nipple sucking, no use of y/n
a/n: this went entirely different than what i had originally planned lmao
you noticed something was off with eddie when he came home from working all day at the mechanic shop. he was clingier and way more affectionate than he usually is. not that you minded, you knew he only ever got this way when things became too much for him.
which seemed to be happening a lot more lately.
he was stressed. impossibly so. with your recent move into a new apartment, eddie figured staying late at the shop to work on a few extra cars would secure him enough money to make sure you both didn’t struggle. even though you reassured him he didn’t have to. though it was in one ear and out the other entirely.
you both lay in bed, your back on the mattress, eddie’s head resting on your chest. some sitcom was playing on your small tv, but the words were fading as you started to get sleepier.
eddie’s eyes were glued, though, his mind in overdrive as he thinks about all the extra shit he has to do for the next day. he’s fidgeting, fingers closing tightly around the light fabric of your spaghetti strap in an effort to ground himself.
you feel him and you just know.
he needs you.
badly.
“baby,” you whisper gently, brushing your fingers through his hair. “it’s okay. i’m here.”
he turns to look at you, his dark brown eyes holding every ounce of emotion he is feeling in them. it makes your heart ache.
“can i?” he asks, tracing his fingertips along the outline of your breast.
you nod, tucking his hair behind his ear. “of course.”
in a swift motion, he pulls the top of your tank down to expose your breast, and wastes no time in taking your nipple into his eager mouth.
he suckles with urgency, and the pleasure shoots straight down to your cunt, but you push those thoughts aside. this isn’t about you right now.
eddie cups your other breast in his hand, fingers toying with the nipple. his tongue swirls around the other bud, making figure 8 motions before wrapping his lips around it once more.
you praise him, tell him how much of a good boy he is, how much you love him, how great he’s making you feel, how he can take whatever he wants from you. his cock throbs against his boxers, and leaks a small bead of slick onto the strained fabric. he bucks forward involuntarily, seeking friction of any kind to help ease the ache.
he sucks generously on your nipple, pulling the bud nice and taught. he lightly grazes his teeth against you, feeling you squirm and push your chest up into him.
the stress begins to leave his tired muscles, first in his back, up to his chest, out through his fingertips. his body grows heavier against you, not entirely limp, but it lets you know he’s calming down.
his suckles become softer, gentler, until he stops entirely. he presses kisses along the swell of your breast, up your chest, to your collarbone, then to the crook of your neck.
“thank you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, wrapping his arm over your abdomen.
“i love you,” you say, kissing his cheek.
“i love you,” he replies, slowly trailing his hand down to your cunt. “more than you can ever possibly know.”
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tulipsbymybed · 8 months
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re4 remake leon kennedy nsfw alphabet!
Pairing; RE4 Remake Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader
Warnings; 18+ minors dni! no age in ur bio? blocked!!! anyway, mentions of impact play, knifeplay, restraints, overstimulation, somnophilia (consensual), spanking, flogging, paddles
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hope you guys like this since for some reaosn it took me a little while?? anyway my favs are D for Dirty Secret and probably K for Kink, let me know yours!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Honestly it may sound weird but he doesn’t like being covered in…fluids or being super sweaty etc when he doesn’t need to be. In the moment he’s all for it, hell he’s bloody enthusiastic about it, but after you’re done and you’re both ready to pass out? He feels a little gross and uncomfortable. It’s nothing to do with you and he often wishes he wasn’t like this, but after all the missions he’s been on and the things he’s experienced, the feeling of being sweaty and slick and out of breath yet safe and secure in your home messes with his head a little. He subconsciously connects it to being in places like Spain, sweaty and panting as he runs away from infected villagers. So, while reluctant to part from you in your shared post-sex daze, he has to get up and clean himself off. It may not seem like very much, but it’s a mark of how much he cares for you when he comes back with a cloth and cleans you up as well. He doesn’t want you to feel like he does, even if you’ve never been on any kind of mission or anything in your life. Acts of service, my friends.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you, your hands. He marvels at them. They’re just so much softer and nicer than his, more delicate no matter what you do. His are worn and tired, the skin weathered though he’s still quite young-the backs and palms of them are littered with little white scares, almost always scratched in some way. He’s got a jagged gash mirrored on his right hand where someone put a knife through it once. Leon hates his own hands, but adores yours. Just seeing your hand on his arm or his thigh will make his pulse pick up a little, and the sight of your hand wrapped around his length is a favourite of his, making him weak in the knees when he looks down. On himself, his arms. He’s secretly addicted to how protective of you he feels with his forearms wound round your waist. He can keep you safe and close to him and make sure no harm comes to you. Leon also very very much likes holding you up with his arms around your waist when he’s fucked you too dumb to stay up by yourself, but who’s to know…
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Anywhere you want. He ain’t fussy. Absolutely obsessed with anything to be honest. You want it inside? Leon’s hips are stuttering as the words get through to him and he is blessed with the absolute divine sight of his seed leaking out of you. You want him to pull out and decorate you with it? He’s kneeling before you and jerking himself off, mouth hanging open and honest to god he drooled one time, spit dripping from his lip onto the sheets as he painted your cunt with his cum. You want it on your ass? He’s gotta pull out quick because just the thought of shooting ropes over your cheeks is more than enough to set him off, whimpering a little as the aftershocks flow through him and he looks at the pretty sight. You wanna swallow it? He gives a particularly rough thrust into your throat when he thinks about it, obsessed with you wanting him that much. He doesn’t really care much for deciding where he cums usually, he’ll leave it up to you. One thing he’s sure of though is that he doesn’t want any getting on the sheets. Hates the mess, the knowing that it’s there, having to wash all his sheets just because of one little bit. Hates it!
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
So. Leon has seen how you get when he makes you cum over and over, he sees how glassy your eyes go, how you can barely do a thing but submit to his actions and beg for more and more pleasure even though your body is tired. He sees that and he wants it. He’s so curious, more fascinated than anything. Given his usual daily life, it’s no wonder that he just doesn’t want to think for a little bit, that he just wants to give in to you, but he’s unsure how to go about it. He’s watched porn, watched men be tied up and stroked and jerked until they’ve cum a fourth time and nothing even comes out anymore, and he fucking wants it. Leon sees the way their bodies squirm and writhe with every touch and how they cry but they still beg for more, and he’s desperate for it. He wants, needs you to tie his hands and legs down, sit patiently with him and stroke his cock until he’s a crying mess, until he knows he looks pathetic and he’s whining when he cums and your hand is still moving but he doesn’t care, because all he can think about is the pleasure. Often though, he’ll work up the courage to ask you about it or finally broach the subject in some way and he finds the words are just stuck somewhere inside him. He can’t get them out no matter how much he wants to, held back by the memories of being tied up in other more…undesirable situations. Part of him is so fucking scared that you’ll tie him up and he’ll revert back to his mentality in those circumstances, that he’ll crack and he’ll do something, hurt you maybe.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not as experienced as you’d think actually! He’s been with people, had one night stands and experimented a bit-had a girlfriend just before Raccoon City, but he’s even though he looks like THAT he still hasn’t done as much as you’d expect. Him and his girlfriend were young and inexperienced, so it was rather vanilla for the (very) short time they were together, and I mean, when you’re practically kidnapped by your government, forced to train around the clock to become the best agent you can possibly be, well, he didn’t have many nights out on the town. He had a couple of one night stands in the years he was training, with other agents who just needed some stress relief like him. Leon doesn’t look back on them very fondly, knowing they weren’t even very good, they just all needed an outlet for everything they were going through. He makes an effort in his relationship with you though, eager to learn all he can to make you happy and ensure the relationship is as good as it can possibly be. He certainly doesn’t ignore that in your sex life either. To begin with it was quite vanilla, both of you sussing out your rhythms and how you work together, then exploring a couple of kinks both of you had thought about trying, and then edging into more adventurous territory. Exploration has slowed down the harder the kinks get though, as Leon often needs more time to adjust and make sure he doesn’t slip into a dangerous headspace when he’s with you.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Leon has a weakness for missionary, though he doesn’t like to admit it because he feels like it’s way too ‘vanilla’. If you ask him, he’ll say he likes bending you over the counter or the bed or the back of the couch, but really? Yeah it’s missionary. He likes being able to watch your face as he slides into you, he likes being able to just duck down and steal kisses whenever he feels the need, he can’t get enough of the way your legs tighten around his hips when he thrusts particularly deeply, how your nails dig into his shoulders and how he can see your mouth drop open in pleasure. He can push your legs up and manhandle you into the mating press, he can throw your legs onto his shoulders for that perfect angle. Leon loves missionary this much for two main reasons though, which he hasn’t even noticed, but you’ve realised the pattern. Before he goes on missions, he’ll hike your legs up around his hips and drop down onto his forearms, gripping your jaw gently but firmly and telling you to look into his eyes as he fucks you, so he can make sure you remember this when he’s gone for weeks at a time. When he comes back from missions, he lets your legs fall open either side of him as he drops down onto you, shoving his face into you and nosing up the side of your neck, giving you long, slow, deep strokes to try and show you how much he’s been missing you. 
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
More serious, 100%. He’s not trying to be really serious or bring down the mood in any way, he just happens to be like that. The beginning of your relationship was pretty much all serious sex for you two, because Leon had quite a few unvoiced fears about you leaving him or getting bored or seeing that he’s really nothing special. Naturally he was not great at hiding these things from you and you managed to assuage some of these fears, calming him down and making him realise it doesn’t always need to be the best thing ever in your relationship. Your conversations don’t always need to professing your love or the deep connection you have, dinner doesn’t always have to be a Michelin star meal, and sex doesn’t alway have to be mind blowing. He was calmer about it after that, a little more relaxed. He let some more sounds out and wasn’t always going hell for leather, had some more slower and more fun sex with you, and now he’s pretty comfortable with where you’re at. His nature doesn’t really allow him to just be making jokes during sex, even if it’s like lazy morning sex, but he’s no longer uncomfortable or nervous about asking you to move your hair, if he can shift his leg, or telling you something isn’t really doing much for him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Eh he doesn’t take loads of care with it. It just doesn’t really occur to him if we’re being honest! Especially since he’s on missions all the time, trimming and manscaping is quite literally nowhere near any of his priorities. (I do headcanon that he starts trimming and taking care of himself at some point in his life because he shoves some jeans on but is in such a rush that he doesn’t have any underwear on, and when he does the zipper up he accidentally gets hair caught in it. He never makes a comment on women waxing ever again.)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Quite intimate. Or rather, intense. Like I said, he’s not very goofy during sex so the majority of your times together are quite intimate and intense. He just has a lot of feelings to get out! Leon is not the most articulate man and does not often communicate his feelings as well as you or he may like, he’s more of an action man-therefore he tries to show you how he feels through his actions. While sometimes you two can have quickies that are more relief than anything else, an excess of energy or just needing to get it out (it’s rare with Leon to do that though, he’s always got thought or meaning behind it), pretty much every time with him has an undertone of urgency or intensity. Rough sex before a mission? He’s trying so hard to show how much he’s going to miss you. Loving slow sex when he gets back? He’s showing you how grateful he is that you waited, that you love him enough to stay. Lazy morning sex? He’s biting your shoulder to stop from spilling out how lucky he is he gets to wake up next to you, that you trust him enough to be so vulnerable around him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
It depends. When he’s on a mission, it’s rare because he needs to be alert at all times. Occasionally the need does strike him and he’ll do it as quickly as possible, get rid of the need and distraction before it kills him. Besides, it doesn’t even happen all that often. When you’re getting shot at and injected with suspicious substances that may kill you and the vice president’s daughter, it’s rather difficult to get a boner in the first place. If it does happen on a mission, it’s usually just as he wakes up, adrenaline finally gone, somewhat rested and body trying to tell him he needs a release. Otherwise, when he’s at home (with you) he would much rather just wait to be with you. With the missions that he goes on, he finds he doesn’t have as much time with you as he would like. So, he’s reluctant to take care of himself even if he’s not with you. What if he decided to get it out the way and then found time with you, yet was too tired because he’d already jerked off? That wouldn’t do.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Leon has never and will never voice this to you, but fuck, the thought of you being his housewife gets him going real bad. He would never ask you to, he wouldn’t want to feel like he was coercing you or influencing you into giving up any career or job you have, he would never want to try and confine you at home or take away your independence. However. The more sexual side of it, and the domestic side? Few things get him going quite as quickly. Some days he comes back from missions and he’ll open the door to you cooking in the kitchen, he’ll get a hug and a passionate kiss and a sweet ‘hi baby I’m glad you’re home, dinner will be on the table in a few minutes-’. You’ll tell him to take his shoes off and get changed, to relax before you eat together and some part of him just melts through the floor he swears. He’s constantly having to bite his tongue so he doesn’t swing the door open with a ‘Hi honey I’m home!’. So yes, something he’ll never say, but the fantasy of having such a sweet domestic life, of you taking such good care of him and both of you being able to just do nothing but dote on each other when he’s home? Weak at the knees my friends. 
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
He likes fucking pretty much everywhere as you can imagine, but he really likes the couch. Leon has a few favourites naturally, but the couch is always his preferred choice. He won’t take you out of bed to go to the couch, but you’re making out in the hallway? He’ll walk you backwards to the couch. Perched on the counter in front of him? He’ll pull you into the living room and tell you the couch is more comfortable. In the lift and getting frisky? He’ll tell you to wait a little bit longer, wait until you have more room and freedom and space-you think he’ll take you to the bedroom but he plops you both down on the couch. Much like the idea of you being his housewife, he is practically addicted to the domesticity of it. How Leon can come home from a mission and curl up with you on the sofa, slide into you slowly and show you how much he missed you. You can both be watching TV and he can shuffle down to between your thighs, gently pull on your underwear, feel your hand in his hair all while dinner is cooking in the kitchen, while your comfort show plays on the tv. 
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 
Seeing you in pretty clothes. He likes you in dresses or skirts, nice shirts and flattering, tailored trousers, elegant shoes and perfectly painted nails. It’s mainly for two reasons, one because it feeds into his fantasies of domesticity. When he sees you float through the door with a smile on your face and a dress swishing around your thighs, nails freshly done (on his card) and bags of your new purchases (also on his card, naturally) slung over your arms, he can feel his stomach flip a little. His body heats and he often has to adjust himself, managing to pretend he’s just a little hot, not that the sight of you being so homely is reaaaally doing it for him. The other reason is that his job very rarely affords the opportunity to appreciate and revel in beauty and normalcy just as this. It reminds him where he is, that he’s safe with you at home, that you’re safe and you’re together. Mainly it’s the domestic thing though ngl. 
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Knifeplay are you kidding me?? Especially after Spain!! He sees hunting knives and he thinks of Krauser, of him lying on the floor after Leon pushed the knife through his chest. He thinks of Luis dying right next to him with a blade in his back. He cannot and will not bring ANYTHING like that into the bedroom with you. Impact play is also very difficult for him, he’ll spank you occasionally but pretty much everything else is off the table. When he’s got his head between your legs and he’s gripping your thighs, the bruises he leaves there where his fingers were make his mind go fuzzy and he adores them, but slapping you, flogging, using a paddle, spanking you too hard-he cannot deal with it. Huge hard no’s for him. When you’ve asked, he’s debated it for a few minutes at most before realising he couldn’t do it with flashing back to some horrible times. 
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
It’s an even tie for him. He likes both for very different reasons that almost have nothing to do with the pleasure side of it. He loves when you blow him because it confirms to him that you do really want to be with him, you do really want him and you’re really here. Leon often thinks to himself that you’re wayyy too good for him, so when you want to go down on him? It makes his mind go blank a little, and he, selfishly he thinks, loves just laying back and being taken care of for once. He’s always the protector and taking care of people, he likes those moments where he doesn’t have to do anything and you want to look after him. On the other side, he loves being of service to you and making you feel good. Those are the moments where he truly, truly loves being of use to someone, because him being of use is for good in this situation, it’s for you and he loves that. He loooves when you grab his hair and just push or pull his head to wherever you want it-he’ll use his own skills and take his own initiative, but a part of him relishes when you just huff at him and get fed up of his teasing, deciding to just use his mouth and push his head further into you. He’ll gladly suffocate down there if you need him to stay down a little longer to reach your peak. 
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most often a little faster. It’s not intentional, he just lives a fast life and is used to doing things at the same pace, so he tends to go faster naturally. Leon does like slower sex, lazy and leisurely strokes into you, but he feels you and he just can’t help speeding up, pistoning his hips into yours over and over as he pushes you both to that finish. Though, it is worth noting that even though he’s usually on the faster side, it doesn’t mean he’s rough. Like I said he’s not into impact play or the really rough side of things, so though he’s fast he’ll still be quite tender with you, reluctant to be too harsh or anything. Thing is, he also likes cockwarming, or sort of slow grinding. So. He’s either fast, or he’ll lay on his back on the sofa and pull you down on top of him, settle into your soothing heat and just run his hand up and down your back as you watch tv. Leon will often fall asleep in these moments, as they happen commonly after missions when he just needs to feel you and feel safe, and it’s so comforting he just…dozes off. But yes, mostly fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Leon isn’t opposed to them as such, but the reason why he doesn’t really go into them leads into the R=Risk section below. It’s partly because he likes being able to take longer if he wants. His missions, his job, most of his life is quick. He does things quickly, he does them as soon as possible. It’s just how everything goes, he doesn’t have the luxury of taking his time-so when he’s home, he likes to use every opportunity to take his time with you. I wrote this for my Price alphabet and I don’t mean to copy, but I just think if he has the option, he’d rather he wait until he can spend as long as he wants with you rather than trying to fit it in quickly. If it’s for example a quickie in the morning before work, he’ll probably go for that-but the choice between a quickie during a lunch break or a couple of hours in the evening? Yeah he’ll just wait. 
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Not really. For example, he will not experiment with exhibitionism as it could impact his job terribly. He won’t have sex at work because first of all, he doesn’t want you to have anything to do with that and second of all, it could have bad consequences for his work. One of americas top agents caught fucking in the White House toilets? No thank you! He also, as I said, will not experiment with impact play or especially rough kinks. However-things he maybe just hasn’t heard of but you’d like to try? Hell fucking yes. Telling him you want to cockwarm him for the first time as you try and get some work done? He’s sat there like…you can just tell me you wanna fuck and I’ll fuck you hell yes- But then he ends up loving it. Somnophilia is new to him but when you tell him it’s okay to try, he falls in love with that too. 
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two usually, he could do three when he was younger with a slight rest between but his body is just tired and more exhausted these days. He can do two, but often just stays at one unless you’ve both got a long evening to spare. Either way, he waits until you’re taken care of every time-unless it’s a time when you want to drag the pleasure out of him and focus on that instead of yourself/being together. It’s part of the reason he secretly wants you to tie him up and wrong as many orgasms from him as you can, because he kind of wonders just how many times you could make him come, how much his body would physically allow. Three was the most he’s ever done, and he frequently wonders if he could ever reach five. After working up to it maybe. 
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Leon is hesitant at first. A very very common thought for him is that you deserve better or that he will never live up to what you need him to be, so to begin with it sort fed into that narrative a little. When he heard about couples using them not just people on their own, he kind of scoffed, figured that he pleases you more than well enough so why the fuck would he need outside help? He’s more than capable! Leon is used to doing everything on his own or by himself, he’s used to being capable enough and not needing help so it takes a little while for him to even consider it if I’m being honest. Even now, he doesn’t use very many toys in the bedroom at all. He’s much more comfortable with them after experimenting with you with them, but often it’s just him making you use a vibrator while he watches, you using one on him etc etc. He doesn’t like using them to make you come at all, he just reaaaally wants the satisfaction of doing that himself, knowing he was the one who pushed you over the edge with his own skills. 
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not a whole lot honestly. He’d like to tease you more, he hugely enjoys when you get all needy and desperate, begging him for any kind of touch possible, or how you get flustered if he whispers something dirty in public etc. But honestly? Leon just doesn’t have the patience! He is constantly being pulled away at odd hours, away for weeks at a time and sometimes he has no idea when he’s going to be back in your arms, so he would just rather actually touch you or give in to what you both need rather than deny either of you anything. Also, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense to him. How do other people do it for HOURS? He wants to touch you and feel your hands all over him just as much as you want it, so why on earth would he deny you both that for a whole day or something? How stupid is that??
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not terribly loud, but he’s gotten louder as time goes on. Like a lot of men, he tended to keep his noises to himself and just be content to bite his tongue as he listened to you moan unashamedly. He’s a generally loud man though, voice naturally booming in his normal life so one time you’re blowing him and he accidentally lets out a horribly loud moan, mouth dropping open wide until he remembered himself, snapped it shut and ignored the heat rising in his cheeks. You’d promptly pulled off of him and stared up into his eyes with desire painted over your face, told him he wasn’t allowed to hide those noises ever again, you could probably come from them alone, and then you’d sucked the soul out of him and he couldn’t help being loud after that. His noises manifest mostly in grunts and low moans, huffs panted into your neck and growls against your skin, but occasionally if you’re more in charge he’ll let out a smaller, breathy moan, which sometimes, but rarely, tails off into a whimper.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One time, when you were in the bathroom and he was going on a mission the next day, he sneakily swiped your perfume and sprayed it liberally on a random item of clothing that he doesn’t wear, just so he could put it in his bag and smell it whenever he needed to while he was away, to have something tangible to remind him of you. Memories are all well and good, but the thought of being able to catch the scent of you even while on the other side of the world? He couldn’t think of anything more comforting. However, it backfired heavily. He was in a tight spot on the mission, trapped in his hiding spot and trying desperately to find something he’d hidden at the bottom of a bag-and he suddenly smelled your perfume. Unfortunately, with the nature of the mission, he hadn’t been paying that much attention to himself, and the scent of you promptly gave him a semi that he had to try and ignore while in the heat of battle. He never did the perfume trick again.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Genuinely hardly ever know what to put for these. This is purely based off of Vibes. He’s about five and a half inches, cut, and curves a little to the left. He has that Energy. Curve Energy.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s average. He would actually like it to be higher. You two have sex a pretty decent amount, but sometimes he wishes he had a bigger libido so that he could take you as many times as he could before having to go on another mission, but alas, his job takes a LOT out of him. A lot of his energy and adrenaline etc etc is expelled with the things he has to do, and the training he often has to carry out even when he’s not on missions, so it means occasionally he’ll come back home to you and just not be in the mood at all. Too tired or too worn out, unable to think of anything but the mission he’d just been assigned or the other agent’s death he’s just learned of. But, you do still have sex a good amount, he certainly doesn’t leave you unsatisfied in any way.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Quick. He’s out like a fucking light. Well, let me elaborate actually. He’ll clean you guys up and take care of you, sometimes run a bath or run the shower for you both if you want him too-either way he needs to clean you both up first because like I mentioned at the start he can’t deal with the various…fluids, but after that if there’s nothing else that needs doing and you don’t need to talk about anything, he’ll pass out right away. Again, it has a lot to do with his job/lifestyle. Leon has perfected the art of falling asleep anywhere, any time, any place no matter the situation. On his missions a safe place to sleep can never be guaranteed, so he has basically conditioned himself to fall asleep quickly any time he needs to, in order to catch as much rest as he can. So, if he’s home and safe in your arms, he falls into a deeper sleep as soon as he knows nothing else needs doing. But, if there is something that needs doing or you both have to talk about something? He’s fine to stay awake however long is needed. You frequently scold him for this because he always looks like he’s sleep deprived, but it’s another skill he’s picked up, and he is now able to go worryingly long amounts functioning on little sleep. He much prefers being able to pass out immediately though ofc. 
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flurrina · 7 months
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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 ♡
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⋆୨ ᵃᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ୧⋆ Ajax loves you, yet he loves to see the fat tears rolling down your squishy cheeks more. —> @teyvat-writer !
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Being academic rivals to lovers with Ajax—he's smart, calculating yet basically a jock with nothing but sports in his mind, he's carefree, getting wasted, sleeping around and breaking hearts until you rise up in the ranks.
You're a pretty little thing, Childe often thinks as his sapphire eyes follow your body. Though he thought you were just a nerd at first, he's enamoured by all your different sides. Geeky as you fret over extra revision, Cute as you silently fall asleep in Information Practice classes, attractive as you defend your friends against the resident whore.
His obsession with you grew as you got better grades, even securing the top place, beating his record of two years. It's natural that he's irritated when you get close with
You're tiny in comparison to him, his body towers over yours as he pins you against the wall. "Say, (Name), who's the dude you're so close to, you got a boyfriend. Yeah? How will he react when he sees me touching you, i wonder."
Ajax's hands travel south to rub your little clit. "Fuck baby, are you really getting off at me touching you in public, where even your boyfriend can walk in? I bet you'd like that, dumb whore, always asking to be fucked looking so cute."
His scarred fingers adjust your panties to the side before thrusting thhem in, your wet cunt clinging onto his fingers. "N..noo Ajax..! Stop~"
You cry out and try to pull away but he holds on to you tight. His face is an inch from yours as his deep voice hovers over your ear.
"Don't you dare try and escape, right now you're my fucktoy, mine to ravage and mine to breed." He tells you as he starts grinding himself into you. You writhe around trying to escape him, but it's useless with him holding on to you so tightly.
"Please no, Childe-"
"Archons above, you don't understand, can't you?.. That's okay, after all my little puppy just needs some training, you just need to be fucked dumb." You struggle harder as the man chuckles cruelly.
The muscles in his arms and back bulge as he tries to hold on to you. "Let go of me, AJAX! I'm begging yO...-!" You didn't realize when he'd freed his cock, only feeling helpless as he thrusted the entirety of his length in one go.
His hips start moving erratically, a hand coming to your abused clit and roughly flicking it. His other hand comes up to your neck and squeezes hard, making you gasp for air.
"Don't speak or the entire school will hear how much of a slut you are for my cock." He warns you quietly, panting loudly, amused at how you still try to escape, to try and resist the pleasure.
Your legs give way as Ajax grabs them and pulls you onto him, the feeling of his big body filling you as your walls clamp down tighter than ever around his girth, cumming hard around his thick cock as he thrusts in and out, uncaring at how you shake.
"A...Jax! Fuckk please slow down..! 's sensitive" It doesn't take long for you to cum again, this time unable to stop yourself from screaming. With that one sentence your surroundings slowly fades to nothingness as you lose your thoughts.
"M-More.. fuck me more, breed me-" Your eyes roll back in your head as moan shamelessly around his dick, trembling from your orgasms. He keeps going, thrusting himself in you like there was no tomorrow.
It wasn't long until you felt your body stiffen, ready to explode. 'My Archon, if I keep cumming this fast I'll die, save me' You think barely, before finally cumming again as your vision fades to black, passing out in his arms. It's not long before Childe reaches his peak as well, shooting his hot load in your cunt. "My pretty slut."
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groguspicklejar · 1 month
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part 10 of medieval ghoap x reader
warnings: suggestive, lots of touching, angst with a capital A.
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dearest niece... i grow more worried each day that you don't respond. it has been well over a fortnight since i've last heard from you. are you well?
that is all it says.
you don't want to assume things. you don't want to accuse anyone of a crime they didn't commit.
but your blood runs cold and your throat tightens painfully the more you read the letter over and over again.
it's hard to breathe. it's hard to breathe. it's hard to breathe—
you sit back down on Yolanda's bed. your ears are ringing. someone's voice calls out. it's her, Yolanda, but her words are muffled. you can't understand her.
she sat next to you, holding your hand. "i thought you said you asked Ghost to send the letters for you."
i'll send it for you.
because i want to.
you handed the letter to him. because you trusted that it would reach your aunt's hands. you trusted Simon to deliver the letter to her. you trusted him.
your stomach dropped. "i... i did."
it's not uncommon for worried family members to send letters to someone close by. everyone at the harem does it all the time when Victoria decides to enforce her iron will and withhold letters and funds.
Yolanda knows this as well as you do. she tries not to let her pessimism show, tries to make light of the situation. "perhaps he forgot?"
your eyes don't leave the letter. your aunts words. a fortnight. "yes... perhaps..."
though that was highly unlikely. Ghost hardly ever forgets anything. nothing gets past him, not even his own memory.
but he gave you his word. surely there must've been some sort of mistake.
surely, right?
right?
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"anything interesting happen today?" Johnny kisses your shoulder as he pulls you onto his lap.
it has been well over a fortnight—
are you well?
it's a mistake. Peter's carriage had broken down not too long ago. bandits, they said. perhaps they got to Gregory's carriage as well. yes, that has to be it.
or perhaps Gregory had been delayed. needed to secure his carriage and arrange for security to make sure he's not looted. it's the only logical explanation.
certainly more logical than Simon purposefully keeping your letters. why would he? you're just a saddle. at the end of the day, as much as he and Johnny say that they want you, you're no one important. you have nothing.
soon, they'll grow bored and they'll discard you like the rest. and then you'll be free to leave while they entertain themselves with some other saddle.
there's no point in lying to you. no point in keeping you.
"not particularly." you reply. "not to me anyway."
"oh?" Johnny lifts his mouth from your skin, eyes curious.
you don't look up from your book. the one he stole from Laswell's library. the one he begged you to take care of whilst you read it because Laswell will kill him if any of her books were to be damaged or go missing on his watch.
you truly don't know how to feel about him risking his neck for you like this.
some of her other books are on his bookshelf and he intends to bring them back where they belong as soon as he and Simon done with them. hell, Simon had even advised you not to touch them for the time being because they can't risk anything happening to them.
understandable. one book is enough.
"lord Graves sent Yolanda a gift."
"did he?" he asks. "what was it?"
"a ruby necklace." you tell him, settling comfortably on his lap. "it's beautiful, truly. it could probably fetch a pretty penny on the market. but she doesn't even like rubies. she prefers emeralds, though. they bring out her eyes."
the king is quiet for a moment. you read the words on the page, invested in the story until he asks, "why did he send her a gift?"
"i don't know." it is the truth. you're still worried about that. the lack of knowledge on the young lord's intentions with your dear friend. "which is odd, because i never thought him the type to be generous."
"do ye think he's courting her?"
you sighed and closed the book, contemplating. "highly doubtful. no man in his right mind courts a saddle."
Johnny hums softly, teeth nipping your skin as he pulls at the fabric of your collarbone to kiss you more. hands gently squeeze your breasts and you try not to let that distract you from your reading time. you don't know how much longer you have until reading won't be possible, but you don't mind.
"and what would you prefer?" he murmurs, hand tilting your gaze away from the book. you meet the curious twinkle in his blue eyes and smile.
"why do you ask?"
"so i can court you."
your eyes widen for a brief moment before you burst into airy giggles, your heart filling with joy at his absurd notion. you don't know how he's so effortlessly amusing with his words sometimes.
asking you to stay is one thing. you can understand that. they like you and want you to be near them, so they can protect you and dote on you. and fuck you at their earliest convenience, yes, that too.
but courtship? no.
courtship leads to an engagement and then marriage. and you're not meant for those things. you're a saddle. no one wants a saddle for a wife. or a queen.
that, alone, is a funny thought. why it even crosses his mind to even entertain it is beyond you.
"you're a funny man, your majesty." you kiss him and go right back to reading.
you don't catch the frown on his lips.
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you don't mention a letter. not for a few days.
something in you screamed not to because you've seen this before. this tactic from Madam Victoria. withholding information, letters, and even funds sent by or to family members. you've seen it all too many times.
you don't want to believe Ghost would do the same. you don't even want to think about the reasons as to why he would do such a thing.
"lovie." Simon's voice draws you out of your thoughts. you blink rapidly, trying to focus on the worry in his brown eyes. "something bothering you?"
he cares about you. he does. they both do. they've shown it. proven it on more than one occasion. lying to you would prove otherwise. and they haven't lied to you. not about their intentions, even as much as you didn't believe them at first.
even as much as Johnny would jest about officially courting you because it was just that. a jest.
so Simon wouldn't do such a thing. he and Johnny wouldn't lie to you...
would they?
you feign a bright smile. "no."
he doesn't believe you. you move closer to reach him, lifting his mask just enough and pressing your mouth on his. "just thinking about some things, Si."
they can get another saddle. you're not worth any of the lies and deceit. you're easily disposable. why would they go to such extremes to keep you here?
he accepts another kiss from you. and another. when you think he's had enough, you stand back with your arms loop around his neck and he gives you an odd look.
"what?" you ask, adoring the way his eyes crinkle. he's so handsome, even if you cannot see all of his face.
"i like that." he tells you, arms tightening around your waist. "when you call me Si."
the observation makes your cheeks warm. you feel a bit silly now and press your forehead against his chest, hiding a coy smile. "Johnny calls you that all the time."
his hand falls at your nape. "yes, and i like it all the same."
he wouldn't lie to you.
you don't believe that he would.
this warmth in your chest, it has to be worth something. they have no reason to lie. this is all a misunderstanding. it has to be.
it has to be.
but why can't you even believe in that? why is every fibre in you telling you to pull away, to run? that has to just be the years of Madam Victoria's iron fist pulling your hair back and telling you to get back in line.
all you want is to be happy. to breathe easy in the confines of four walls. to not have to worry about your next meal. to feel safe in the arms of Johnny and Si.
why can't you have that? why can't you feel safe?
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your eyes trail to Johnny's desk again. mostly under the guise of staring at its owner, who's occupied with reading and signing important documents. but more so in contemplation.
you can't rest easy. not without knowing. if Simon hasn't sent your letters, they have to be somewhere around here. if not, then they're exactly where they're supposed to be; en route to your aunt's estate, only to be delayed. if so, then Simon didn't lie and he and Johnny are innocent of any deception that your conscience suspects of them.
but for you to prove yourself wrong then-
fuck. you have to look through Johnny's desk.
you don't want to entertain the thought. searching the king's papers, his personal belongings without given consent. that alone is enough to get you beheaded.
you rapidly blink and shift your gaze back to Si.
his eyes are closed. light whisps of blond lashes framing his eyes, flickering open when you shift on his lap. your legs were on either side of him. you map the outline of his covered face with a finger, giggling when he scrunches his nose. you trace his cheeks over the fabric, all the way up to his forehead and down his crooked nose, which you've come to adore.
you have questions about the mask. how he came about to wearing it. when he started wearing it. these inquiries are lodged in your throat as your eyes curiously wander, as your fingers mark and learn every curve, every shape. trying to memorise and take with you for when you're alone.
"go on, love." his chest rumbles under your breasts. "ask."
your nails scrape his head under his mask. you're surprised he even allows it, surprised that he allows you to let your hands get this close. after all, he is known to cut off a head or two for wandering hands and loose tongues. you consider this to be a privilege. not quite well earned, but a privilege.
you dare to ask, "why do you wear it?"
"to hide my face."
not the answer your expected, but it punches a light laugh out of you.
"why?" you tilt your head, your hands lowering to feel the curve of his ears. "you don't seem ugly."
"oh?" an eyebrow raises as his head tips back to look at your smile. "you think so?"
you don't reply to him. instead, your gaze shifts to the king. "Johnny. is he ugly?"
"quite the opposite, bonnie."
the amusement in his voice, even if his eyes don't meet yours, still fixed on the papers on his desk, flits over your heart. Simon's hands veer from your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer, pulling your attention away with the faint call of your name.
you don't know if there is something on his mind or if it is you that makes him look at you like you hung the stars.
"do you want to see what's underneath?"
the words clang through you. like the sound of a church bell. the echo of a wave. the fall of thunderous rain and thunder. but it's quiet. a mere whisper, a flicker in the dark. the promise of a flame. the promise of something you've yearned for.
no one ever sees what's underneath. no one but Johnny. and Laswell, you think. you don't know if Lord Price and one other bastard prince from the far lands also fall into that list, but you know that the number of people who can be trusted to see his face can be counted on one hand.
your muted shock worries him. and you're quick to mask it with a cheery grin, trying not to let him know that you might as well slip and fall down the side of an icy mountain with what he'd just inquired.
"well, i am curious." you quipped lightly. the brief silence that follows your voice freezes your veins, so you seek to thaw that ice as soon as possible with a frightened addition, "but if you don't want to-"
he catches your hands as you remove them from under his mask, eyes glimmering with amusement. he brings your palms to his cheeks.
"i do." he says. "go on."
you don't move an inch. you don't attempt to lift the mask. it's feels too invasive. he's been incredibly adamant about keeping it on at all times in your presence. hell, he's killed people for trying to take it off. you know. you've heard the stories. from other people, from Simon himself.
you can't.
the bed dips and it startles you. Johnny's blue eyes calm you when you glance at him. he quietly urges you with a simple nod and you look back to Simon. your heart thunders in your ears as he loosens his fingers and allows you hands to move.
you hook your thumbs under the mask and slowly lift. the scar at his mouth is the first thing you see. he's not smiling. you lift higher and see his crooked nose and another small scar slanted there.
his eyes close as you breathe and finally take off his mask. they flutter and open as you put it aside. your wide eyes flicker all over his blond hair curling over his forehead, hiding yet another scar etching into his hairline. your gaze slowly slopes down his face, taking it in, memorising every inch of pale skin, every line, every perfect imperfection.
he's just as perfect as Johnny. not in the same way, not in the same boyish charm and bright light in those blue eyes. but perfect in every sense of the word. light hair, crooked in some places, dark eyes. darker than death, but somehow warm and welcoming. nothing like his better half, who is dark-haired and soft and has eyes as bright as the blue skies.
where Johnny ends is where Simon begins. two pieces of a single heart, beating as a whole, as it should be.
but it's almost starting how handsome Simon is. it doesn't surprise you, of course, you expected it. knew it deep in your heart. felt it in your bones. it's just that you never expected to see it. you thought that truth will only exist in your mind and it wouldn't be realized in the realm of the living.
"he wasn't lying." is all you could muster as your fingers trace his cheeks. the words slowly come to you in the dead silence and you find your fear slipping and melting away into the dark. you find yourself smiling again. "now i see why you keep this pretty face hidden. you'd have the entire harem bowing at your feet, Si."
both men burst into laughter and you're stunned by Simon's smile before they shower you in kisses for the rest of the night.
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they haven't been asleep for very long. though it was difficult to get out from between their arms, you waited until you were sure that they won't wake if you move too much to slide right off the bed.
something in you had begged you to put the voices to rest. to prove them wrong. the king and the knight mean you no harm. they only want what's best for you. what's so hard to comprehend about that?
your gaze shifts every so often to the bed, trying to make sure that they are truly asleep. and they are. you are safe... for now. if you're careful, you get to keep your head.
quietly, you move the documents. making sure to put them back as you found them when you didn't find what you were looking for. contracts are shifted and placed back. orders of shipments, treaties, and letters from high lords. nothing that you want. nothing that is yours. it all stays where it is.
because there was nothing to look for. you were being paranoid. you feel guilty for doubting them after all they've said and done to make sure that you are safe and well cared for.
you were just about to put everything back into place when your hand knocked a stack of books from the table. you cringed and closed your eyes at the noise they make when they clatter to the floor.
eyes glance at Johnny and Simon. there's only slight movement, but neither awaken. a sigh of relief leaves you before you pick up the books and a few papers that had been stuck between the pages.
you were just about to put them back but...
you saw your aunt's name on the folded paper. in your handwriting.
it stills your bones. seeing the ink. seeing the mark of your voice etched on paper. your eyes glance at the two men before you put the books back on the table with a racing heart and open the piece of paper.
your letter...
a shallow breath escapes you. this was written weeks ago. the letter you gave to Si...
you reach for the other papers. they didn't belong to you or Marie. but this was proof enough. proof that they're hidden.
there's a lump in your throat as you look to the bookshelf. if they were hidden in one book, there has to be more here. and you can guess which books.
you start with Johnny's favourites. nothing. fine. Simon's favourites, then yours. still nothing.
then-
your eyes land on the spine of one book. Laswell's book. not the one Johnny had borrowed for you. no, it was one of the books that had already been on his shelf.
don't touch these. Laswell will kill all three of us if anything happened to them, Simon's voice echoes back to you.
your fingers pull it from the line and flick through the pages. there is nothing between the pages. you check the second one, the one on the bottom row. then the one next to it. and then-
another letter falls. then you find another and another until you collect quite a few of them.
your aunt's letter- no. letters. including the ones you wrote to her.
Simon kept them. they didn't send them they kept your letters from you.
they kept them hidden precisely where you wouldn't find them. your eyes widen as a horrifying realization settles over you like a dark cloud.
stay a little longer, bonnie.
the words on the paper stare back at you. your aunt pleading for a response, asking if you're alright, if you're in good health.
i'd take care of it.
her words express loneliness. her sons have all gotten married. none of them want the estate. they want to give her a bit of peace, her own place to conduct her affairs, but she wants a friendly face. someone she can trust by her side.
just one more day.
tears drop on the paper and smudge the ink. she wants you to come home. she worries for you. worries for your safety. she does not care what you are. she just wants you to be safe, to be with her where you belong.
home.
forever.
the truth splinters something delicate in you. then it shatters into pieces that are as many as there are stars in the sky. leaving you with tenuous breaths and shaky hands. your vision blurs the more you read the letters over and over again, trying to make sense of what you were seeing.
they lied to you. they lied.
you were never supposed to go anywhere. you were always going to be their whore. trapped here, in this caste, in their bed. forever chained at their feet and used for their pleasure. it wouldn't have mattered how much you meant to them or how much you tried to seduce the king.
they never intended to let you go.
"love?"
you spin around, eyes wide and terrified at the sound of Simon's voice. his face bare and open. his gaze flickering at the paper in your hands.
the quiet horror bleeding into his eyes breaks your resolve.
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jkbabiey · 1 year
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What your Lilith sign says about you
OBS: If you don't know what your lilith sign is, just use an online chart calculator (strongly recommend using the 'Extended Chart Selection' on astro.com - don't forget to add 'Lilith' in 'Additional Objects'). Also, this is an 18+ post so, if you're under that age, pls don't read it!!
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𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠:
Lilith in Aries loves a good fight, as they embody the spirit of competition;
There is a particular need to completely dominate every fight they get into and every hater they come across;
There's a tendency in these natives to turn their anger into action, which can lead to a physical display of anger in the form of physical aggression, affecting everyone and everything in sight and spreading like wildfire (which will most likely be the case for those who don't have a suitable outlet for their fierce temper, like a sport);
These natives have a primal sex drive and can become restless in love, in the sense that they can get easily bored if there's no newness in the relationship;
Lilith in Aries craves rough, raw sex
To these natives, sex would, ideally, be quick, dirty, and aggressive
There's a significant correlation between sex and aggression to these natives - somehow, sex after fighting may be a huge turn-on to them;
They may have a thing for domination themes in sex (either being dominated or dominating someone)
As arise dominates the head, there may be a particular liking towards hair pulling, or oral sex.
They may find people who are rough around the edges attractive - their type is the bad boy (they may even find scars attractive).
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑇𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑢𝑠:
Lilith in Taurus doesn't like to share. They hold onto their possessions tightly;
These natives may feel torn between wanting to embody the sense of lust they feel and enjoying the goods of all 5 senses (good food, good sex, good perfume, good music...), and feeling ashamed of wanting too much, which can lead to sudden emotional outbursts, emotional disorders or even eating disorders;
These natives appreciate comfort, and they can feel anxious whenever they are out of their comfort zone;
They can't handle change, which can lead to them staying in situations that no longer serve them, like toxic relationships, or unfulfilling jobs;
They are all about material security and stability, as they love luxury and fear poverty;
Undeveloped lilith in taurus can lead to someone who is egotistical, selfish, gets everything they want (not caring about what effect that may have on other people), and mocks people with financial needs
These people are prone to throw jealous fits;
Sex with these natives should involve all five senses: the room should smell amazing, there should be amazing quality bedding, an appetizer (like chocolate-covered strawberries, or something), and sensuous lighting. Bonus points if you use whipped cream during sex;
Taurus rules the neck area, so this has to be a focus for their partner;
Hickeys, neck kisses, neck biting, choking, or even leashes - may all be some of these natives' kinks
Also, vocalization is IMPORTANT - you moan, groan, say what you want and what you're gonna do (just express any sexual gratification).
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖:
Lilith in Gemini is curious and that can be a blessing and a curse for them. These natives say no to nothing; they will try anything at least once. They want to experience it all, which may lead to them experiencing some stuff that they may hate;
These individuals are very prone to be misunderstood;
They can seem arrogant because they have a sharp tongue and they know how to use it - they can be wicked with what they say when angry;
Their strongest weapon is their mind - they can make excellent communicators, embodying the smooth-talker, but can also use that as a way to manipulate other people;
There's something seductive in the way these natives communicate and most of them may have an attractive voice
These natives are known for giving mixed signals, having a tendency to run hot or cold, and flipping switches on people without a second thought;
These natives are indecisive and may have some trouble knowing what they want in their love life, and most of the time they harbor adoration towards someone but when it gets serious they run away, which can be associated with the non-committal energy associated with the sign of Gemini - and can lead to a deep frustration in these individuals
 These natives need to be intellectually stimulated, being attracted to people who can keep up with their witty nature, and who can keep up a fluid conversation - dirty talk can be a huge turn-on to these individuals;
Gemini Lilith can appear one way, initially to prospective partners, and completely flip the switch in the bedroom ;
Gemini rules the shoulder, the arms, the hands, and the fingers, so these body parts are in focus during sex - they may like scratching or biting their partner's shoulders or arms during sex; Also, these natives may be attracted to someone who has muscular arms/shoulders and/or tatted arms/shoulders/hands...
The hands are ruled by gemini so they may have a kink for sucking their partner's fingers; They may also love it when their partner grabs them inappropriately in a public setting and may enjoy giving/receiving hand-jobs or being fingered/fingering their partner
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟:
Lilith in Cancer embodies the maternal feminine power;
These individuals have a particular need to feel needed which can lead to them over-giving and not receiving anything;
Undeveloped Lilith in Cancer may dismiss their own healthy limits, overextending themselves for the sake of someone else's comfort;
These natives suffer from separation anxiety, and their biggest fear is abandonment, which can lead to them being overly clingy and needy, invading their partner's personal space;
You may be unable to feel anything sexual towards your partner if there's no emotional connection beforehand;
These individuals have a calming, gentle, and soft energy to them, and they have an other-worldly ability to read other people - they can use these characteristics to emotionally manipulate their partners, using it to keep them from leaving
This soft energy is still present in the bedroom. These natives love to be taken care of during sex, but they can also read their partner easily, meaning they will know how to get their partner off by picking up on subtle hints and desires
Cancer rules the chest, the breast, and the stomach. They may like to sexualize their breast by using lingerie, accessories, and cologne/perfume. These natives may also be attracted to someone with a voluptuous breasts or a muscular chest;
Cancer Lilith may enjoy chest play, as well as licking and sucking the stomach area. Since cancer is ruled by the Moon, which is related to the motherly figure, there may also be a kink related to pregnancy
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑜:
Lilith in Leo isn't afraid of the spotlight. This placement exudes a golden aura of charm that mesmerizes the ones around them - which can be used as a way of manipulation;
These individuals have a captivating presence. They are very attractive and they know it, and this may lead to someone with a lot of self-respect, or to someone egocentric;
This level of physical attractiveness can lead to shallow relationships, and, as these individuals tend to seek other people's approval, they avoid digging deeper into their relationships, to keep their partner from seeing their ugly side;
These natives can't deal with criticism, be it constructive or not, as they have a strikingly strong egos;
These natives like drama - they are not afraid of starting drama just for the fun of it. Leo is a provocative sign, so in a relationship, a Leo Lilith won't be afraid of starting an argument just to see rile up their partner;
These individuals can be selfish in love, looking to be the center of attention in their relationship
These natives like dramatic sex. They are ferocious and passionate when it comes to sex.
Leo rules the back and shoulder, so scratching, biting, and even whipping these areas may be a turn-on for these natives;
They are also attracted to strong healthy hair, so hair pulling may be a big thing for them. They may also think that post-sex hair is attractive.
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑜:
Lilith in Virgo knows what they want and knows how to get it;
These individuals are perfectionists to the extreme and this characteristic can be reflected in their romantic relationships, manifesting as control issues and over-the-top standards;
Undeveloped Virgo Lilith may have a tendency to suppress their sexual energy and some of them might be impotent or just unable to perform sex due to the fear of failure of sex;
Lilith in Virgo is a very problematic placement as Lilith is a sign that represents functionality and balance and Lilith is a provocative, empowering asteroid - the two energies conflict;
These natives are strategic and cunning. They like to move in silence, which keeps people guessing and gives them a mysterious look;
Virgo Lilith desires someone intelligent and communicative, with whom they can have logical continuous conversations. They are also attractive to people who, just like them, are healthy and hygienic;
Developed Virgo Lilith is the definition of "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets";
This is a placement that's willing to experiment in bed, not having a definitive list of kinks or turn-ons;
This is a very careful and clean placement when it comes to sex, prioritizing health, by utilizing birth control, getting tested regularly, and being sexually selective. These people tend to love shower sex, fantasizing about showering with their partner.
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎:
Lilith in Libra embodies the struggle between being the perfect, mysterious, and independent individual, as they are very charming and elegant, or the perfect partner;
This placement looks for a perfectly beautiful partner and they tend to try to look flawless as well;
An undeveloped Libra Lilith may ridicule people who are not beautiful in their eyes;
Lilith in Libra fears loneliness so they would go to any level to make peace with their partner to avoid loneliness, most of the times blaming themselves in order to put an end to any potential disagreement;
Lilith in Libra tends to be shallow in the choice of the people around them, tending to choose elite, sophisticated, and refined people as their friends. They tend to judge people by how they seem on a superficial level or by what they have;
These people tend to avoid making hard decisions and most of the time avoid making them, pushing them onto their close ones, so they'll make those choices instead;
They like the chase and they are good at flirting, using flirtatious touches, longing gazes, and seductive words. Nothing makes them happier than winning over the unwinnable;
Libra rules the skin, butt, and lower back, these may all be a sexual focus - they may even have sexual fantasies about spanking, anal sex, and/or anal play. They tend to have attractive butts and/or be attracted to people with attractive butts;
They can also be attracted to people with beautiful skin (blemish-free and/or even-toned skin)
Touches on the butt or lower back may be a way of flirting to these individuals;
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑖𝑜:
Lilith in Scorpio is magnetic, powerful, and intense, but highly secretive;
This is a very experimental placement, which is open to kinky sex, toys, taboo topics, and fetishizing themes in sex;
Their sexuality is very apparent and other people may have an overly sexual image of these natives.
They may have had other people interested in them purely based on sex because their sexual energy is a lot of times the first thing others notice; These individuals may have felt objectified most of their lives because of the common unjustified sexual interest coming from strangers;
These natives' feelings are either very intense or not at all - it's all or nothing for them, and when an undeveloped scorpio lilith feels it all, it may manifest in aggression, jealousy, obsession, control, and power;
To these natives sex may be an overwhelming experience because of the emotional bond that comes with it;
Scorpio is associated with the concept of power and control; In relationships, these natives can become controlling - they like to be on top, and in control; This also applies to sex (most scorpio Liliths like to be on top)
To these individuals life can be very much compared to a game - everything is about power;
Undeveloped Scorpio Liliths can find their most significant enemy in their own obsessive and jealous tendencies, these two can be quite the monster to deal with;
Scorpio rules the genitalia and the reproductive and excretory systems, so these natives may be drawn to the size and girth of sexual organs; Also, they may have an impregnation, breeding, or excretory kink.
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠:
Lilith in Sagittarius seeks abundance and luxury - they want it all and they want it big, be it the most exotic vacation destiny or the wildest party
They are born entertainers and they don't mind having all eyes on them; It's extremely hard to get these individuals to feel somewhat shy or embarrassed;
Sagittarius Liliths cannot deal with small, mundane, day-to-day experiences. Sagittarius is a placement that is known for the tendency to experiment, so lilith in this sign may lead to an excessive level of hedonism and to overindulging in "experiencing" without a limit;
Being open to new experiences, new food, new countries, and new people, these placement tends to attract dangerous people;
Being the epitome of a 'bon vivant', these people cannot handle it when other peoples' feelings get too deep or when others get upset with them, tending to ignore the issue, run away or get angry about it;
Nonetheless, Sagittarius Lilith is a fighter - they will be the first one to stand up for causes like gender equality and animal cruelty; Theoretically, they have the best philosophies and they stick to them - their biggest fear is meaninglessness;
This is the placement most likely to question the existential meaning of life and the paranormal world;
This is a highly promiscuous placement too, being too impulsive, brash, and bold when it comes to sex; This can manifest in them having multiple sexual partners or numerous wild sexual experiences;
Since Sagittarius rules the hips and legs, these individuals may like to highlight their legs with heels, thigh-high boots, fishnets, or garters, or they may like it when their partners wear these types of items;
This placement may also be curvier or be attracted to curvier people;
Due to the adventurous Sagittarius nature, lilith in Sagittarius may like to have sex in public settings - the idea of getting caught may be a turn-on.
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛:
Lilith in Capricorn has a thirst for big achievements, success, and social status - they exude domineering energy
These natives may even become obsessed with the idea of power, feeling attracted to powerful people without really knowing who they are - they may fantasize about being part of a power couple
These natives understand the way the 3D world works perfectly and that's why they thrive while maneuvering in it - they know how to go where they want to go;
Capricorn is the archetype of 'the boss' so they may have a tendency to try and control everything and everyone around them and they may have a hard time understanding that you cannot just control people if you're not their superior in a professional environment;
This is a highly sensual placement, having a lot of sexual energy - even though they mask it very well; Their sexual energy is not provocative or over-the-top, it's rather sly and smooth;
Capricorn Liliths may be attracted to older or more mature people; They may also desire someone who’s in a position of power/control, or have a status about them
It's fairly common for these natives to have fantasies such as office sex, sex with their boss, using sex to gain notoriety in their professional environment, having sex with a highly prominent figure, or gaining the upper hand in a certain situation through sex;
They may also dream of living a secret office love affair;
Capricorn rules the teeth, joints, and skeletal system, so the idea of flexibility may be a turn-on for these individuals;
There may also be kinks such as bondage, being tied up, or bending the body in difficult positions;
These natives may like receiving and giving hickeys and bites;
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠:
Lilith in Aquarius is the visionary rebel and anything conventional bores them;
Their most valuable asset is their freedom and they use it to always do things their way, which can lead to them feeling like an outsider more often than not (a developed and empowered aquarius lilith will feel at home anywhere tho);
These individuals may tend to try and fit into already formed groups, but most often than not they will not be accepted and this may lead them to feel ashamed of their own characteristics;
Later on in their life, these individuals tend to find other people that will accept them and be as alien-like as them - they tend to become wildly unapologetic of their own uniqueness;
This placement is the embodiment of the quote 'my way or the highway' - they can be quite stubborn;
When it comes to sex, aquarius lilith is just as adventurous and liberal as Sagittarius or scorpio lilith - they are not afraid to explore out-of-the-box sexual fantasies or get freaky, on the other hand, they are utterly comfortable just exploring their own sexuality in its quirky, atypical kinks and fantasies;
There won't be one single sexual fantasy for these individuals, they are willing to try anything and everything their partner wants to try; there will be a whole bunch of different stuff that excites them;
The difference between sag and aqua lilith is that aquarius lilith likes to get freaky, but preferably with a long-standing sexual partner where there’s trust and history involved;
Since Aquarius rules the ankles and the calves, Aquarius Lilith may take a lot of pride in showing off its legs or maybe heavily attracted to someone with defined legs.
𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑠:
Lilith in Pisces is the escapist daydreamer - they prefer a fantasy world to a real one;
These individuals want to be surrounded by beauty and they may try to escape the harshness of the real world through daydreams and an idealist and utopian mentality;
This placement has a hard time dealing with accountability so they may struggle with escapist tendencies such as excessive partying, excessive spending, excessive promiscuity, self-sabotaging, and even engaging in substance abuse;
Undeveloped pisces liliths are prone to addiction and may have a tendency to indulge in toxic substances like drugs to isolate themselves from the cruelness of the real world; There may also be a tendency to develop depressive habits (therapy is recommended for this placement);
A developed pisces lilith may develop into a healer, a poet, an empath, or an artist of some sort;
These individuals belong to the aesthetic of a coming-of-age movie and they tend to turn the simplest of things into dramatic experiences;
In sex, pisces lilith wants romance;
These individuals may idealize sexual experiences, turning sex into a tricky subject for them - nothing is perfect but pisces lilith will idealize everything from their sexual partners to their sexual escapades and relationships, giving sex an excessively unrealistic image in their own minds;
Pisces rules the feet and body fat so pisces lilith may have a foot fetish or be attracted to someone with a fuller curvier figure;
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