#j&h fanfiction

[hyugaruma]

Helpless (Ice x Reader)

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re: ice can’t save you… no one can.

i love this man and genuinely don’t feel like i’ve done him justice here, but oh well have it anyway

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He knew he was doomed from the moment he saw you. That creeping feeling crawling up from his gut, settling thickly in his chest; he felt like he could suffocate. He felt helpless.

Who was Ice to be enamored by some woman? There were plenty to go around, and go around Funk Jungle they did. He had his fair share of them, could have pointed to just about any one of them and with one look had them back in his room within the hour. So why, why, did it feel like he’d been knocked back from the blast of an explosion when he first laid eyes on you? He wanted you, had to have you…

But he couldn’t. You belonged to Doubt.

Ranmaru and his goons had you tight within their clutches, one of their newest batch of kidnapped women and you being their lucky, shiny prize. They’d sell you for a pretty dollar to the highest bidder. Their cash cow. No, there was no way that Doubt would have given you up.

Ice considered it, greatly ruminated over it… just paying the damn fee. Anything to get you away from Doubt, even if you rejected him, fled entirely. He wouldn’t have blamed you. So long as you didn’t end up in the hands of some sick fuck whose plans weren’t something he even wanted to imagine. But, Ice held back. He knew how the others would look at him, how weak he’d look buying some woman off of Doubt, just to then attempt to woo her. How embarrassing. How pathetic. He couldn’t do it.

You sat on a black, leather sofa in the private quarters of Mighty Warriors’ nightclub, fiddling at a frayed piece of string coming from the hem of your skirt. Ice stood at the edge of the room, absentmindedly talking with 9, and although the room was filled with various members of Mighty and Doubt alike, he somehow found his eyes constantly wandering back to you. You looked meek, small. Like something in need of saving. Hell, he guessed you were in need of saving considering your position beneath Ranmaru’s power. Your eyes never left that string; it was like you were afraid to meet the gaze of someone, anyone else in that room who might take offense to your existence. Ice hardly noticed the way his grip tightened on the glass in his hand.

But 9 did. 9 quietly scoffed, but not without being caught by Ice. Ice’s gaze snapped to the older man, clearly expecting an answer to his sudden expression. 9 shook his head and looked towards you. That was when Ice knew he had made a mistake. He was making himself, his intrigue, too obvious. “That’s a bad choice,” 9 spoke, taking a sip of his drink and shaking his head again. The golden necklaces at his neck clinked together at the movement. “Ranmaru ain’t gonna let you have that one, Ice.”

Ice took a small, inconsequential sip of his own drink. The bitterness of the alcohol burned his tongue, scorched his throat, but it was a much needed reprieve from the way he was feeling at the moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

9 leaned back against the railing behind the two of them and shrugged. “I’m just telling you how it is, man.”

“I’m not looking to have her,” Ice replied.

“Okay.” 9 clearly wasn’t convinced.

Ice couldn’t help himself. He found his eyes slowly navigating back in your direction, like their only solace was when on you. This time, though, you were looking back at him.

9, exceptionally observant, took note of this mutual perception. “I wouldn’t—,” 9 tried to warn Ice, but Ice was already halfway towards you before he could finish his sentence. 9 sighed, took another swig, and decided to watch how things played out.

Your gaze snapped back down to the string, that damn string, before Ice even made it to stand before you. He stopped, hardly a foot away, greatly considering his next choice of action. You kept your eyes cast downward, clearly trying to avoid the man standing just front of you. But now, finally standing right within your presence, Ice felt he had no choice but to do something. So, he took a seat next to you on the couch.

You tensed noticeably. Ice cleared his throat, trying to garner even an ounce of your attention just once more. He could tell you were holding back, trying to spare yourself from even the slightest bit of arduous extenuation. Though, ultimately, you couldn’t help but to look up and find his eyes again.

Ice rattled his brain trying to think of something, anything to say. He was in it now. He had made his advance. Even if all he did was take a seat next to you, it was obvious enough why a man would choose to suddenly approach a woman like so. Anyone in the room could’ve seen it. He had sold himself out. But, looking at you, in the moment he didn’t really care.

The silence was thick. Palpable. Nerve-wracking. Finally, Ice realized that he had to say something. So, he held up his drink in gesture. “You want anything?”

You looked to the glass, brows knitting together, clearly none too trustful of anything anyone within that room could have said or done. Ice included. He guessed he couldn’t blame you there. “A… drink?” You clarified.

He nodded.

You slowly shook your head. There was no way you could have trusted any semblance of niceties by anyone within that room. Even if Mighty Warriors, if Ice, had nothing to do with your being there, they still occasionally worked with Doubt. Though, you seemingly couldn’t help the tension that slowly dissipated from your shoulders. At the very least, it was the first kind gesture you had received since your kidnapping…

Ice nodded in understanding, taking one last sip of his drink before sliding it onto the coffee table and leaning back to make himself comfortable on the couch. His eyes left you, less than willingly, to scan the room. To be sure no one was taking too kindly to the sight of him and you. 9 was indiscreetly watching, though that was to be expected. 9 had always been someone that Ice felt he could trust, so he felt no fret at the onlooker. Everyone else seemed to be within their own realms of conversation, flirtation, discussion, what have you… That is, everyone except one.

Takano. The very culprit behind your nabbing, his lecherous, beady eyes resting dutifully on Ice and you. Watching every movement, searching out every word. Ice knew. He knew that Takano was vying for even the slightest hint to Ice’s motives.

“Um…” came your voice, and Ice’s attention instantly snapped back to you. Regardless, though, he could still feel those beady eyes boring into the back of his skull. But, there was no way that Ice could relent even the slightest bit of attention that you were willing to give him. His eyes implored you to keep going. So you did. “You’re… Ice, right?”

He couldn’t help the small smile that ticked at his lips. The fact that you knew him, knew his face, knew his name. He could still feel Takano’s eyes. “The one and only.”

He thought he saw the ghost of a smile threatening your own lips, though it was gone in an instant the second you realized its potential existence. Smiling while in your position was risky. One whiff would have given Doubt the only reason it needed to wipe that smile off your face.

It was then that Ice realized he hadn’t the slightest clue as to your name. Hell, no one within the room probably did. And wherever Ranmaru was, he probably didn’t know either. There was little reason for Doubt to ask your name. To them you were just a face, body, and price tag. So, Ice figured that first thing’s first… “What’s yours?”

“Huh?” You replied.

“Your name,” he iterated. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated. He could see the worries swimming through your head, as if giving up your name was giving up the last bit of freedom that you had. But, ultimately, your curiosity of the man before you won out over any reluctance. So, you told him your name.

Ice repeated your name back aloud, feeling the way it moved from the back of his tongue to its escape through his lips. It came out a bit too smoothly, Ice thought, like he was meant to be the one saying your name. Those were dangerous thoughts, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. He smiled again, this time unable to withhold it. “I like that name.”

And you, just as well, just as dangerous, couldn’t find yourself to hold your own small smile back either. Finally, your fingers stopped fiddling with that string from your skirt. “Actually,” you ventured shyly. “I’ve been here before. I have a friend… she brought me here once.”

“Yeah?” Ice waited for you to continue. If he could have had any wish in that moment (other than the obvious), he would have wished to hear you talk forever. Something about it, hearing your voice, soft like satin, brought a wave of calm over him. It was like it was just the two of you in that room. Ice glanced back over his shoulder to see if the onlooker was still watching. Takano was gone.

“Yeah,” you continued, wrapping your arms around your chest as if to repress something. Good memories that would only serve to make your current circumstances all that much more bleak, probably. “It was fun. This felt like an easy place to have fun.”

Ice couldn’t help the way his eyes darted down to your lips as you gently chewed at your bottom one, before forcing them back up to your all-too-earnest eyes. “That’s what I want this place to be,” he said. “No worries, no problems. Just being in the moment, you know?” Ice almost smacked himself the moment the words left his lips. Who was he to preach ‘no worries, no problems’ to you when your very being there was the definition of a worry and a problem.

But still, you smiled and nodded nonetheless. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s nice to have a place like that to go. Some people don’t have that.” Your face fell slightly, tinged by sadness as you tightened your arms bounding your chest. Like you were trying to squeeze all the fear away. He could tell you wanted to go on, but maybe weren’t quite sure how to say what you wanted to say. You finally continued, though your eyes were now fixed on your lap. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You paused, like the words were stuck. He waited patiently. “Why… Why are you working with Doubt?”

Ice didn’t know how to answer that. Well, at the very least he knew the answer to the question. Although ‘money’ didn’t seem like the appropriate response, even if it was the correct one. He knew he needed to answer you, he just couldn’t. So he didn’t.

You waited for him to answer, but when you realized it wasn’t coming, you looked back up to him. Like you were trying to search for the truth somewhere within his cool silence. Like maybe, if you looked hard enough, the words would appear out of thin air.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to try again, the door behind Ice that led into the private room flew open with a bang. He didn’t even have to turn around to know. The look on your face told him everything. Within an instant, your fingers began grasping at that skirt string again.

“Oi,” came the newcomer’s taut voice. A voice all too recognizable. Daunting and acrimonious to a fault. Ice didn’t have to look to know exactly who it was. Ranmaru.

Ranmaru gave a quick, commanding nod in gesture, beckoning you to his side without another word. No other words were needed, because you had no choice.

Ice’s eyes never left you. Watched as your eyebrows knotted together, as the corner of your lips turned downwards, the way you thickly swallowed the words in which you were about to say back down. Too afraid to move, but knowing that you had to. Like a rabbit trapped in a snare that was Ranmaru’s authority.

You willfully looked back to Ice, silently begging. Begging. He knew what for. To step in, to save you.

But he couldn’t.

The chatter within the room had silenced, and everyone’s eyes were on the two of you. Expectant. Like watching the dramatization of a play unfold right before their very eyes, so distanced to the scene before them.

“Ice—,” you tried, but Ranmaru’s voice came cutting through once more.

“Let’s go,” Ranmaru said.

You waited for something, anything, some kind of miracle or selfless gesture from the man before you. Anything that would save you from being forced to follow in the footsteps of the tyrant of a man.

But the help never came.

You stood, oh-so-reluctantly, from your seat and gave Ice one last small smile. And from that smile, he understood so much more than you could have ever said.

And with that, you walked towards the entryway and followed Ranmaru from the room. The door closed loudly behind you. You were gone.

The conversation within the room slowly reestablished itself in the newly formed absence. Though, it was hushed, like it was cautious to startle the tenseness left behind.

Ice grabbed his drink from the table and leaned back against the spine of the couch. He felt as if its plush cushions could consume him, devour him whole and leave behind a wake of nothing. He took a sip of the drink. It didn’t even burn anymore. He looked up, glazing over the sea of people. They had all gone back to prior business, without even a semblance of attention on him. Except one.

9 shot Ice a sympathetic look.

Ice took another sip, a significantly greater one. If only the alcohol could wash that stupid, nagging feeling away.

If only he weren’t so goddamn helpless.

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[elk96]

Moodboard for my fic "Connection"

#cillian murphy #h/c #j robert oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer x you #j robert oppenheimer x reader #cillian murphy oppenheimer #oppenheimer fanfiction #oppenheimer #robert oppenheimer #oppenheimer 2023 #oppenheimer movie #oppenheimer moodboard

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Title: I’m Out

Rating: M

Summary: Jackie decides to move on from Hyde instead of pining (season 6 au)

Pairing: Jackie Burkhart/Steven Hyde

(Inspired by @that70sbitchsstuff’s fic)

#that 70s show #that70showedit #otp: anything for you doll #zenmasters #zenmastersedit #burkhyde #burkhydeedit #zenmasters anthology 2k22 #jackie x hyde #hyde x jackie #jackie and hyde #hyde and jackie #I may have jh endgame #but Hyde will WORK for it #my moodboards #my fanfiction #my stuff #inspired by a j/h fic from ffnet

[feyhunter78]

Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea Masterlist

So, this is for the updated T&C series links!

Ch 1🔥, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4🔥, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9

The following chapters and more are on AO3!

Ch 10: Sailing Westward

Ch 11: Lys

Ch 12: Offer the Tithes

#meg's masterlist #t&c series #redoing t&c #jacaerys x helaena #jacelaena #h&j fic #pirate au #hotd au #aemond targaryen fanfiction #helaena x jacaerys #helaena x jace

[yallemagne]

“H-Harry, that is indecent!”

I sigh upon hearing the words tumble from Utterson’s mouth. I almost wish not to glance their way to see whatever disgusting act Jekyll is engaging in.

I am grateful that I did. 

#finally finally wrote smut again #and it's J&H hell yeah #jekyll and hyde weekly #jekyll and hyde #hastie lanyon #gabriel utterson #henry jekyll #henriel #utterson x jekyll #but also!! gasp! #utterson x lanyon #jekyll x lanyon #utterson x jekyll x lanyon #that's right fools #oops all old men #fanfiction #jekyll and hyde fanfiction #ao3

[pianoplayer-moviemaker1990]

Let's Read...Winter Warlock

#youtube #winter warlock #rankin/bass #fanfiction #let's read #j. h. paree

[solarsturniolo]

gonna need an nsfw alphabet from you for Matt if u haven’t already

Matt Sturniolo NSFW alphabet

Warnings: NSFW (obviously) / Sex / kinks / like it’s literally descriptive blurbs about what he’s like during sex idk what else to even put lmao

A = Aftercare: Matt’s a sweetheart and he makes sure to take good care of you after doing the deed. He’ll clean you up and help you slip into one of his shirts before pulling you into his arms to hold you. Whispering soft praises against your hair, peppering kisses across your head and face. If there’s anything that you need, he’s doing it for you in a heartbeat.

B = Body part: His favorite body part of his are his hands, the one part of him that can feel every inch of you. He can hold you, squeeze you, caress you. His hands know every crevice, every crook and cranny of your body. He could navigate your body with his eyes closed. His favorite body part of yours are your lips. He’d kiss you for hours if you’d let him. He loves how soft they are against his skin when you kiss him, and he loves the way they look when you smile at him. Not to mention how pretty his name sounds falling from your lips.

C = Cum: He’ll typically cum on your stomach or face, but some mornings he’s too lazy to put on a condom and too high with bliss to pull out. It’s rare when it happens, and he knows the consequences that could come with it, but there’s nothing he loves more than finishing inside you after a round of filthy sleepy morning sex.

D = Dirty secret: He reads fanfiction to study things to say or do during sex. Sometimes you wonder how he comes up with some of the things he says or how he knows just what to do at just the right time. He’s just glad you haven’t found his tumblr yet.

E = Experience: He hadn’t had sex very much before meeting you, maybe only once or twice. It took some guidance from you but he was a fast learner.

F = Favorite position: He loves missionary, he thinks the intimacy and closeness only enhances the alluring moment between you both. That being said, he also loves when you ride him. He loves anything that makes you feel more close and connected to each other. He also just likes being able to see your face.

G = Goofy: It’s no big secret that Matt’s a goofball. This doesn’t change in the bedroom. Sometimes between positions he’ll tickle your sides, other times he’ll stumble over his words and make a silly face. Something about it is charming and admirable, like he doesn’t change who he is in these intimate moments. He’s still the same goofy guy you fell in love with.

H = Hair: He keeps it neat and trimmed. He’ll let it grow out if he knows he’s not going to see you for a long period of time, but he likes to keep it well tamed when you’re around. His facial hair, however, he will grow out for…personal reasons.

I = Intimacy: Gentle touches and caresses, soft kisses all over your body, sweet whispers of praise…Matt is very intimate. He wants to soak it all in, every delicious second of it. He believes the sensual foreplay and teasing is just as important as the actual intercourse itself. He wants to be as close and passionate with you as he physically can.

J = Jack off: He’s a very organized individual and he has a system for everything, jerking off is no different. Every time he knows exactly what pictures and videos of yours to look at, and he knows he only needs about fifteen minutes max. He’s quiet and composed, though as he gets closer he’ll slip up and let a few whimpers out. He’ll lift up his shirt enough to spill his cum onto torso, then he’ll clean himself up and go back to whatever it was that he was doing before.

K = Kink: Matt isn’t super kinky, but he does have a handful of favorites. He likes choking, spanking, and bondage, but he doesn’t go out of his comfort zone too much to try anything crazy.

L = Location: Matt is a pretty old fashioned guy when it comes to where he wants to have sex. The bed is his favorite because he has you all to himself and doesn’t have to worry about any distractions. That being said, he still enjoys the risk every now and again. The car and the kitchen are his other two favorites. He loves to come up behind you after breakfast and snake his arms around your waist, kissing your neck softly. “You take such good care of me,” he whispers in his gravely sleepy voice. He’ll gently push you to lean over the counter, his hands moving to grasp your hips. “Now let me take care of you.”

M = Motivation: He knows it’s time to drag you to the bedroom when you’re kissing his neck. It’s the one thing that drives him absolutely crazy, and you know it.

N = No: Matt has no interest in pegging whatsoever. He’s fine with experimenting with the submissive stuff, but he draws the line at anything penetrating him. He also refuses to use a gag toy. He wants you to be able to use the safe word if the time ever came, so he ruled out anything that takes longer than 5 seconds to spit out of your mouth.

O = Oral: He doesn’t really care about receiving. He loves it, of course, but he would much rather be taking care of you. He loves to be buried between your legs, in fact he’ll find pretty much any excuse to be there. He will not move forward with anything until he has made you finish on his tongue at least once.

P = Pace: it depends on the mood that he’s in. Most of the time he likes to take his time, slow and sensual sex with soft music playing. But some days he has the animalistic urge to push you down onto the bed and have his way with you. It’s not often, usually only when you get him riled up, like when you manage to incorporate thigh high socks into whatever outfit you plan out. It awakens something primal in him and all he can think about for the rest of the day is what he’s going to do once you get back into his bedroom that night.

Q = Quickie: Matt prefers taking his time with you, so a quickie isn’t necessarily his favorite. But sometimes, in the heat of the moment, he’s game to squeeze a round in before he and his brothers have to leave to film. It’s very rare though, because one time he didn’t get to finish before he had to leave and you could definitely tell that he was irritated by it in the footage they had recorded that night.

R = Risk: Matt does not like taking risks. No shower sex, he wouldn’t want to risk slipping and hurting you. No public sex, he wouldn’t want anyone to see or hear and potentially catch you. If he is feeling risky, he’ll take you to an empty parking garage to have sex in his car.

S = Stamina: Matt can really only go about two rounds before he’s done for the night, but fortunately he also lasts a fairly long time. However, when he hasn’t seen you in a long period of time, a third round is almost guaranteed. He can’t help it, it’s hard not to finish fast the first round when he hasn’t held you in almost three weeks.

T = Toys: This man owns a fleshlight, argue with the wall.

U = Unfair: Love is a word that doesn’t even begin to describe his feelings toward teasing. He practically gets off to it. Watching you squirm and beg for him all while he just tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “What’s the matter, pretty girl? You don’t like when i do this?” He’ll smirk knowingly as you whine at his words, begging for him to do anything.

V = Volume: Hes not super loud, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone hearing what’s happening in his room when you’re there with him. Not because he’s ashamed, but because he doesn’t like to share. He likes any and all intimate moments with you to be only his. That being said, he still wants you to know how good you make him feel. He’ll grunt and moan softly against your skin, he’ll whisper dirty things in your ear about how perfect you feel around him. He knows just what to do to drive you crazy, he just likes to do it quietly :)

W = Wild card: He secretly enjoys being submissive sometimes, but he will never be the first one to suggest it or initiate it. But when you do suggest it, he is more than happy to fulfil your wishes as well as his own.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): Matt has a great build, he’s not too big but not super scrawny. He’s toned but not ripped. As for what’s in his pants, he has what would be categorized as the perfect dick. Not small but not huge, he has enough to fill you up perfectly every time.

Y = Yearning: His sex drive is pretty high, especially around you. When you’re not there, it’s easier for him to ignore it, but when you’re a foot away from him he feels this almost primal need inside of him. The need to push you down and make you his. When you’re around, there’s no telling when his libido will dip, he just wants it the entire time you’re with him.

Z = Zzz: Matt cherishes the time after sex, he loves getting to snuggle with you and watch a few episodes of your new favorite show or having an in-depth discussion about your ongoing beef with that coworker you don’t like. He doesn’t care as long as he gets to be close to you. He usually won’t fall asleep until you have, and even then he likes to stay up and admire you while you’re at your most peaceful state.

a/n: hope you all enjoyed! please remember that these are all fictional.

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[hyugaruma]

Hi 🌸 If it is possible, can i request a fluffy fic Tsuji x reader ? Feel free to ignore it if you dont want to 🌸 Have a great day/night 🙏🏻

Iceskating (Tsuji x Reader)

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re: you and your boyfriend go iceskating… he’s not very good at it

tysm for being my first request since coming back to this page!! this was fun, and tsuji is a cutie

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Anyone else probably would have thought that your boyfriend was having a miserable time, with that terse expression he always wore on his face. You knew better, though. The way the tension between his brows seemed to dissipate, and the apples of his cheeks perked in a way that you knew he was on the cusp of a smile. You tugged on his hand, fingers already interlaced together, to get his attention. Tsuji looked to you inquisitively.

“You ready to let go of the rail?” You asked.

However, even though he seemed to be enjoying himself, the truth of the matter was… he had no idea how to ice skate. The hand that wasn’t engulfing yours was, currently, stuck like glue to the metal railing lining the outside of the ice skating rink. For the past half hour, the two of you had slowly made your rounds around the edge of the rink, your boyfriend never once letting go of the rail, tethered to it like it was his lifeline.

Tsuji’s eyebrows knitted together. “Why would I do that?”

You sighed, trying to give him a tug into letting go. He didn’t budge. “We’ve gone around ten times now. I want to skate with you.”

“We are skating.”

You gave him a humorless look, and Tsuji shifted his eyes to the side. “I’m serious,” you whined, giving him another inconsequential pull, to which he almost budged ever-so-slightly this time. Adults and children alike laughed and smiled as they skated around the two of you. Soft music played somewhere distantly. Flickering strobe lights cast glowing orbs dancing across the rink. At the center was a spotlight which people took turns occupying, mostly couples. And you really, really wanted a turn with Tsuji. “Come on, I think you’ve got the hang of it now,” you lied through your teeth. Your boyfriend was still very much wobbly. Something like a newborn fawn. Apparently his fighting prowess didn’t translate to balance and stability. At least not on ice. “Let’s go to the middle!”

Tsuji dubiously eyed the ring of light at the center of the ice, like it was some sort of foe he was uncertain of defeating. You almost laughed, your durable force of a boyfriend so befuddled by this newfound nemesis. “If I fall…” he mumbled, watching as a pair of children skated past you both. “That’d be embarrassing.”

“You aren’t going to fall,” you tried encouraging, but he clearly wasn’t buying it. “Look, you’re holding onto my hand, right? So, we won’t fall.” You gently squeezed your hand in his and gave your best effort at a convincing smile.

Tsuji considered it, studying you closely to see if you really believed the words you said. Finally, with a sigh of his own, Tsuji slowly peeled each finger one at a time from the railing. And then, you were both balancing in tandem together. Tsuji’s knees wavered ever so slightly, to which he gave an annoyed huff in response.

You laughed, pushing off with the toe of your skates to gradually gain momentum towards the middle of the rink. “See?” You tried. “It’s not so bad, right?”

Tsuji moved right alongside you, albeit much more stiffly. His hand tightened around yours, not enough to be uncomfortable but just enough to warn you that you better not let go of him.

You slowly made your way to move in front of him, taking Tsuji’s other hand in yours as you languidly continued to guide your way to the center of the rink, careful not to back into any of the other skaters. Tsuji’s face seemed to relax again, this time unable to help the small smile that surfaced on his lips. He did his best to lean in towards you ever so slightly, gingerly as to not send your balances off kilter. “This wasn’t such a bad idea,” he admitted.

“You mean it was a good idea,” you corrected. You grew closer and closer to the center spotlight. The pair currently occupying its space seemed to have done their time, breaking away back to the outskirts of the circle to continue skating around the rink. “I’m having fun. I hope you are too,” you added, almost shyly.

“I always have fun when I’m with you,” he said quietly, just loud enough so you, and only you, could hear. He always had the sweetest things to say when just out of reach of others. No matter how long the two of you had been together, he always managed to make your heart jump when he said such things so earnestly.

“I feel the same.” Your smile widened. You couldn’t help it. Weren’t you the luckiest person in the world to have someone like him as a boyfriend? Someone so willing to spend any moment of their time with you, to always be completely honest and true to you. Truly, you couldn’t have asked for more. And Tsuji felt the same way about you.

As the two of you finally broke into the center spotlight, Tsuji carefully pulled you as close as he could manage, just a hair’s width distance between the two of you. You could feel the warmth emanating from him, and if it weren’t for the instability due to the ice beneath your feet you probably wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from throwing yourself into his arms.

Tsuji leaned down closer to you. It was like only you and him were on the ice. No one else existed in that moment. And all you could hope was to spend many, many more winters with him like this.

He left the softest kiss on your temple, never one much for PDA but always one to make sure you knew how loved you were. And, in Tsuji fashion, he leaned towards your ear so that no one else would be privy to his words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#high&low #high & low #high and low #drabble #fanfic #fanfiction #high&low fanfic #high&low headcanons #high&low scenarios #high&low one shot #high&low imagines #high&low fanfiction #high&low tsuji #tsuji #fluff #jdrama #j drama #h&l #oya high #high and low fanfic #high and low Drabble #high and low imagine #high and low fluff #high&low fluff #high&low the worst #high&low the worst x #high&low the worst cross #imagines #headcanons #fluffy

[sunflowerrosewood]

NSFW Alphabet ~ Tomura Shigaraki

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the alphabet! This is a nsfw version so minors DNI!

A: Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

You had to teach Shigaraki aftercare. He honestly would have gone straight to playing video games. But he honestly loves to lay with you and talk. 

B: Body Part (Which body part do they like the most?)

He loves your lips. Your lips speak comforting words yet are deliciously sweet to kiss. He likes when you kiss each scar. 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Shigaraki likes to treat his cum like marking. Whether it is dripping out of your cunt or all over your body, it shows you as his. 

D: Dreams (Do they have sex dreams? If yes, what is it/happens after?)

He loves to dream of you in his favorite video game character and looking at him with a pouty expression before he gives permission to suck him off while he plays video games. But he never mentions it to you because he is afraid of what you’d think. 

E: Experience (How much experience do they have?)

Very little. He had the knowledge of porn but since most people were afraid of quirk, he never really had someone

F: Favorite Position (What is their favorite position for sex?)

Honestly loves you on top while he’s playing video games. He loves feeling your tight cunt milking him and loves to see how long he can last. 

G: Grab (Where do their hands lie)

After getting a pair of gloves to stop his quirk during intimacy, he loves to grab anywhere. He loves to feel how warm and soft you are under his hands. 

H: Hot and bothered (How do you know they want sex?)

Usually Shigaraki can hide it. He usually uses anger to hide it. But if he really is horny, he will elbow your side. When you look at him, he points down to the tent in his pants and then to the room. 

I: Intimacy (How caring and nurturing are they during the moment?)

Not usually very caring. He’s still unsure and has some insecurities. But there are some small things he does. He always seems to know how your body reacts and how your eyes react. He focuses on these things so he doesn’t hurt you.

J: Jack off (Do they jack off? What do they think about?)

Sometimes. You both are in the LOV but for the one instance that you are out, he jerks off. He honestly thinks about how you feel. How soft your body jiggles when you thrust. Your weeping cunt begging for him. 

K: Kink (Secret kink that you learn)

Praise kink. One night you told him that only he could make you cum this many times. That he is amazing. You figured when he began to get louder that was his kink. He could degrade you all you want but hearing you sing praises excites him.

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

He actually enjoys starting sex in the bar. He forces everyone out and begins making you cream on the bar table. Masturbating you till you beg for him to move and until you are soaking the table. Once you get there, he’s already entered your sopping cunt and rides you. He wants others to know their leader gets laid daily. He’ll worry about the mess later. After he messes your insides around. 

M: Motivation (what are their turn ons?)

Praise him, suck him off while playing video games, or let him play and edge you with your cunt during a meeting. Any of these things and he has to control himself from taking you wherever you are located. 

N: Nope! (Turn offs, things that they would not do)

Anything without his gloves. Even if he fingering you under the table, he will have something protecting him. You’re his first real intimacy. He doesn’t want you to fade to ash on his mistake.

O: Oral (Do they like to receive or give? Anything else.)

Loves to receive it. Something about your lips and pouty expression gets him riled up. That doesn’t mean he won’t eat you out till you cream. He just prefers to receive oral. 

P: Pace (How fast or slow are they? Is there a reason?)

Unless you provoke him, he is quite slow. He has the control how to rile you up. Even if you are begging him to go fast, he’ll laugh and go even slower. Every ridge of his cock bumping into you as slow as possible. Provoke him though and he is an animal of lust and will make you orgasm more times that you can keep track of. 

Q: Quickie (What are they like? Are they quick?)

Not really into quickies. He prefers to have you sopping his hand during a meeting and whimpering in his ear. Or the other option is just having you cockwarm him while he talks to Kurogiri or the others.

R: Romance (Is there anything that sets the mood?)

There usually isn’t music or anything that sets the mood. The only time anything is romantic is with Kurogiri’s help. He will help Shigaraki lighten the mood on special days. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds or how long?)

Normally you orgasm about 3 times and so does Shigaraki. Once by oral and twice by penetration. But if he is frustrated or angry, definitely you will lose track of your orgasms as Shigaraki cums over and over.

T: Talk (what is their dirty talk?)

Say my name Doll. Tell me about how good I’m fucking you. Tell the others how good I feel. I bet the others wish they had you. But you are mine. My Doll with this soppy cunt. 

U: Unfair (Do they tease and how much?)

Of course he does. I’ve mentioned previously making you orgasm with his hands during a meeting but I didn’t go into much of the cockwarming. After you are soaking, you slide onto his cock and he’ll force you to sit there. A few experimental thrusts just to embarrass you in front of Kurogiri. And let’s say your cunt is milking him, he’ll reach for your clit and rub it hard where you have trouble holding your moans. 

V: Vexing (Is there any outfits or looks that make them think dirty thoughts?)

Of course seeing you in cosplay is the best but another thing that makes him hard is you only in his hoodie. It proves your his and gives him easy access to play with you while hiding it. 

W: Walk it off (Can you walk it off or do you need help?)

Definitely need help. But usually Shigaraki won’t send you on missions just so you can bask in the afterglow. He’ll allow Toga or Kurogiri to help but Dabi and Twice are off limits. 

X: X-Ray (How big are they?)

About 7 inches or so. He’s slightly larger than most but also has ridges on it so it bums your walls every time.

Y: Yelling (Are they loud or soft vocally?)

Definitely vocal about what you do to him. It helps his ego but also makes him proud so he likes to say it loudly. But if he is teasing you, he’ll whisper insanely dirty things or locations to try. 

Z: ZZZ… (How quickly they fall asleep)

Usually Shigaraki goes back to playing video games but he’ll still be in bed because (even though he doesn’t want to admit it) when you cuddle into his chest, he’ll sigh and pat your head. 

#my hero academia #my hero academia smut #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #mha #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha smut #boko no hero academia smut #boko no hero academia x reader #boko no hero academia #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Fictober 19 - "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Summary: Jackie and Hyde discuss the end of their relationship. Post S8 (the one Fez wrote in jail for sexual harassment)

March 29, 1980; 9:34 AM

“Is it over? Is it really over?” Hyde gulped. He didn’t get emotional like this often, but with Jackie…she had this hold on him. In a way he could never understand. No matter how much he tried to push her away with his cruel words, even when married to Sam, Jackie was always in his heart. Whether he’d admit it or not.

Jackie looked down, trying not to cry. She loved him. Will always love her Puddin. But he wasn’t hers anymore. And never will be again. Too much had happened between them. After everything Steven had put her through: cheating, degrading her, humiliating her. She was done.

Jackie gulped, holding in her tears. She looked up at her ex. Fuck it still hurts to think of him as that. She kept her composure, trying to keep a blank stare. “Steven, it had been over from the moment you brought that sl…Sam. When you brought Sam over. Okay? I don’t love you anymore and I don’t think I ever will.”

#that 70s show #t7s fanfiction #my fanfiction #fictober23 #otp: anything for you doll #zenmasters #burkhyde #jackie x Hyde #hyde x jackie #het ship #need to write more j/h

[feyhunter78]

Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea (5/?)

Description: Alyra reminisces on her time with her mother, Helaena reveals her abilities to Jacaerys, and they get married.

Alyra watched as Jacaerys entered the galley, looking well rested, with red marks peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“Captain.” She called, waving him over.

Jacaerys sat across from her, two plates in his hands. “First Mate?” He said questioningly. She only called him captain when they were on land, or when they had guests. The crew knew they were family, so no one cared that they addressed each other by their first names.

“How fares our guest?” She asked, eyes picking out the love bites that decorated his skin. She was going to tease him mercilessly about that later, for sure.

There it was. To him Helaena wasn’t a guest, she was his wife, but Alyra didn’t know that yet. “Helaena, is still resting, I thought it would be best for her to eat then introduce her to the crew.”

“If she’s as marked up as you, I fear she’ll be quite embarrassed.” She took a bite out of the apple she was holding, as Jacaerys glanced down at his skin.

“Ah, well, I was more careful than she was.”

“That is good, I would hate for my future good-sister to suffer a bad first impression.”

The storm still raged outside, and they’d laid anchor to wait it out. Alyra contented herself with hiding herself down in the cargo hold, organizing Helaena’s possessions. The woman had many beautiful gowns and interesting books, she was eager to strike up a conversation with her.

“She will not. Now I must leave you and return to my bride.” Jacaerys said, standing and heading back towards his quarters.

Alyra took another bite of her apple, the juice exploding on her tongue. It was a rarity for them to have apples, but Helaena’s ship had them on board, so now they belonged to Vermax’s crew.

Alyra. Someone called her name, she jolted and looked around, but everyone else was busying with their own conversations. She shook her head and returned her plate to Benny, Vermax’s cook. He nodded at her, and she left, still clutching the apple.

Jacaerys carefully opened the door to his quarters and smiled when he saw Helaena up and about inspecting his room. “Lady of my heart, I have returned.”

Helaena turned and smiled back at him, taking one of the plates and setting it on the small round table he’d pushed against the wall. “Thank you, I am famished.”

They both sat, and she dug in, spreading jam on the thick slices of bread he’d procured for her.

“I can understand why, you were quite enthusiastic this morning.” He smirked, peeling an orange and holding a portion out to her.

Her delicate features flushed with a soft pink, and he resisted the urge to lavish her face with kisses, wanting to turn that pink into a raging red. “I did not hear any complaints at the time.”

He shook his head and took her hand in his. “You will never hear me complain of your desire for me.”

Helaena ducked her head. “I must admit, I echo your sentiments.”

His thumb caressed the skin of her hand as he poured water into her cup. “I must ask you, the nights when we do not meet, what do you dream of?”

She bit her lip and let out a shaky breath. “You will think I am a witch.”

A witch? If she could perform magic as Alyra could, he would be ecstatic. “I would never, even if you struck me down with a curse, I would still think of you as a goddess.”

Helaena remained silent, her bottom lip still trapped by her teeth. He reached forward and gently freed it with his thumb. “Helaena, believe me. I will not think badly of you, no matter what you reveal to me.”

“I have dreams, prophetic dreams. Sometimes they come to pass, other times they do not. I cannot control it, and there are times they come to me while I am awake.”

Jacaerys nodded. “My grandsire was rumored to have a similar ability. When my mother was born, he dreamt she would rule the seas with a man of strength beside her. Then years later she met my father, Harwin Strong. They rule the seas still to this day.”

All the fear and tension seemed to leave her body, and she raised her head. “I am relieved to hear that I am not the only one and that your family has some experience with these visions.”

“Even if they did not, Alyra is a healer, and she has been with us for many years now.”

Helaena cocked her head, the woman who pistol whipped her brother was a healer? “She studies medicine?”

“No, she is blessed by the gods, she can heal you with a touch of her hand.” Jacaerys lifted his shirt to show her a small scar. “I got stabbed three years ago and Alyra healed it. All that was left behind is this tiny mark.”

“That is…quite impressive.”

He dropped his shirt. “Alyra will be pleased to hear she is not the only one on the ship with abilities. She was already overjoyed to have another woman to talk to.”

Helaena nodded. “Then perhaps her and I should meet, sooner than later.”

“Of course, I planned to introduce you to the entire crew after breakfast.” He motioned for her to eat as he tucked into his own food.

Alyra stood on the deck underneath the overhanging of the helm, watching the storm. Lightning arched across the sky, and thunder rolled through the air. Waves crashed against the hull, and she stuck her hand out, letting the warm rain fall upon her hand. She remembered the way her mother would wander down to the shore whenever it rained. She would stand just inches from the tide, unmoving and unblinking, until her father would bring her back inside the house.

Alyra had joined her once, when she was ten and four, two years before the fire. She was sitting beside mother as she stared off into the distance.

“Alyra.” Her mother said, holding out her hand for her to take.

“Mother?” She took her mother’s hand and stood.

“Your father will never understand.” She said, turning to look at her, her golden eyes dim like wheat trampled underfoot.

“Understand what?” Her father was kind, and doted on his family, Alyra loved him very much.

“What we must do.” Her mother tightened her grip on her hand and began walking into the sea.

Alyra followed, confused but eager. She was an excellent swimmer, and the storm was not a heavy one.

Her mother kept walking, then bid her to swim after her once they could no longer stand. She swam deeper and deeper, Alyra following after her. They swam past the rocks that acted as a boundary, and her mother’s eyes seemed to glow in the low light. 

Finally, she came to a stop.

“Wait here.” Her mother said, then she dove under the waves.

Alyra waited, treading water as she did. Moments passed, and her mother did not return. She began to worry and ducked her head underwater. The golden hair of her mother was nowhere to be seen. Panic filled her veins, and she dove as well.

It was quiet underwater. The storm was muffled, and whenever lighting flashed above her and half a moment later hundreds of tiny fish and organisms glowed as if returning its call. It was frightening and beautiful. She searched for her mother, staying near the surface as not to disturb the coral. 

She resurfaced for air then dove back down, swimming further, eyes straining to see in the low light. A glowing vein of blue ran along the ocean floor, and she followed it. If it had caught her attention, it was certain to catch her mother’s. 

She swam further and further until she spotted the source of the glow. A cave filled with glowing plants that swayed with the current. Coming up for air once more, she scanned the surface, she no sign of her mother.

Alyra, come, a voice sang.

Alyra ducked underwater once more and swam down towards the cave. She’d heard of creatures the rode upon storm waves and attempted to lure mortals to their death. She would hold her breath till the waves passed over her.

The cave was beautiful, and she grabbed onto the wall to keep from floating upwards. The feathery plants swayed towards her, and she was mesmerized by their beauty. Reaching out, she gently trailed her fingers along one. Its glow left and moved to her fingers, it tickled, and she stopped herself from laughing and letting air escape her.

The song was softer now, and she ventured further in, the plants brushing against her as she swam.

Alyra, our Alyra. The song grew louder, and she panicked, turning as fast as she could, pushing through the plants as she swam out of the cave, breaking through the surface of the water only to come face to face with her mother.

“Alyra? I thought I told you to wait?” She said, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“There was this voice, I tried to hide but—”

“Has your father been scaring you with tales again?” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “He doesn’t know the sea as we do, don’t let him frighten you.”

Alyra glanced back at where the cave was. “Mother, there’s a cave—”

“We must return, the storm grows.” Her mother said, swimming back towards the shore. Alyra followed, ignoring the faint song she heard in her head.

“First Mate.” Jacaerys’ voice broke through her memories, and she shook her head to clear the cobwebs. It did her no good to dwell on the strange things her mother had done before her disappearance.

“Captain?”

“Meet Lady Helaena, my soon-to-be wife.” He stepped aside and Alyra’s gaze fell upon the silver haired girl. She was beautiful and possessed an otherworldly quality that her brother shared as well. Her violet eyes were wide and framed by thick lashes.

“Pleasure to meet you, Lady Helaena, welcome aboard the Vermax.”

Helaena gave her a soft smile. “Jacaerys says you are to marry us, I thank you.”

“Did he now?” Alyra said, staring pointedly at Jacaerys.

“You are the only other who knows the rites besides I, and I cannot perform our wedding rites.” His eyes were pleading, and she relented.

She’d wanted to officiate a wedding since her Aunt Rhaenyra had passed the words onto her. “I will do it, collect what is needed and meet me in the Great Cabin.”

Alyra lit the candles and laid out the dragonglass dagger and golden goblet.

“Stand across from one another, heads held high, this is an ancient tradition, one of power, and it must be given the respect it deserves.” She cautioned, picking up the dagger and handing it to Jacaerys.

The High Valyrian words flowed like water as she spoke.

Jacaerys cut his lip then Helaena’s gently, apologizing when she winced. He kissed her gently, then pulled back looking at Alyra who nodded. He cut his palm then Helaena’s clasping their hands together to mix their blood. They used the blood to draw traditional symbols on each other’s foreheads and once they’d both drank from the golden goblet, Alyra said the final words and lowered her hands.

“It is done, you are now one flesh, one heart, and one soul. Through fire and blood, you are bound for all eternity, never to be parted.” She said, smiling as Jacaerys wrapped his arms around Helaena and dipped her, kissing her with a passion she’d only seen him apply to his swordsmanship.

“Calm yourself, cousin, you have all of time to spend with your bride.” She reminded, scrunching her nose, that the display of affection.

Jacaerys broke the kiss and pulled Helaena up and into his embrace. “You’re right, besides, I should let our resident arcane wielders get acquainted.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @svtansdaddyx, @fan-goddess

#helaena x jace #jacaerys x helaena #helaena x jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon #helaena targaryen #aemond x oc #pirate au #meg's writing #hotd fanfic #hotd #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen #this is the fastest H&J have gotten married in any of my fics so far XD #t&c series #aemond x alyra #alyra hawthorne

[begaycommittreason]

to everyone’s whose favorite found families are just a bunch of traumatized assholes, which of the following applies to you?

a) being queer

b) complicated familial relationship

c) loving enemies/rivals to lovers

d) thinking you’re unworthy of love (see above)

e) all your comfort characters are majorly fucked up, dead, or both

f) projecting so hard onto fictional characters it becomes a mirror

g) large greek mythology phase

h) allergic to emotional vulnerability but with the intense need to be loved (see b)

i) emotionally attached to childrens shows that get way darker than should be allowed

j) burnt out gifted kid to fanfiction pipeline

k) living vicariously through tropes you know you’ll never experience (or maladaptive daydreaming)

l) late age neurodivergence diagnosis

m) any/all of the above

#i had way more outta pocket ones but i chose peace for once #found family #no i’m not projecting #batfam #all for the game #the umbrella academy #six of crows #the raven cycle #the slytherin skittles #supernatural #aftg #trc #soc #found family trope #trope therapy

[hellsslibrary]

✧･ﾟ:*NSFW Alphabet with Trey Clover*:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : switch(mostly sub)!bottom!Trey, food play, praise kink, riding, teasing, rough sex and soft, thighs, handjob, male reader.

Cater <————«« Trey »»————> Riddle

Heartslabyul. Trey Clover.

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

Probably the most caring boy in all of Twisted, yes. Even if he is tired to the point of impossibility, he will still make sure that you are in order and that you are completely satisfied. And then both of you will do what you need. Shower, water, hugs, whatever. He will fulfill your every wish.

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

It's definitely thighs in you. It just seems that way to me. He loves to sit on your lap at all times, and he loves to play with them during sex. Squeeze, caress, kiss, suck, bite, whatever. Especially if you have sensitive thighs.

In himself, his favorite part is obviously his hands. They are very skillful, since he is a confectioner, after all. So he can do a lot with these hands for you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Well... He cums above average, that's for sure. His semen is sweeter than normal and thicker, since sweets are a major part of his life.

As for your cum... He loves creampie, so get the my idea, imps.

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

Any fanfiction with foodplay and Trey is my weakness, so listen up. He dreams of having sex with you in the kitchen of Heartslabyul and using all sorts of ingredients like various syrups, whipped cream, some berries and everything else on your body or on his body in absolutely any way you like.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's probably not a virgin. Although he did not have affairs where he would be the bottom, so in that place you are his first. Definitely knows what he's doing though. He is clearly not an innocent person.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Lotus flower (click there to see). I just want him to sit on my lap with those thick thighs of his and... Ahem. He's just a sensual and romantic boy so he loves this position, where he or you (depending on who's dominant) can set any possible rhythm that's comfortable for both of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I guess he's serious enough if you're dominant and he's just overly focused on pleasure at times like this, just enjoying your praise, words of love, touches and thrusts. But if he dominates... Then he will definitely say a few joking phrases, just to tease you.

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

He keeps everything clean there, so you won't find hair in there, as he gets rid of it quickly. The color is exactly the same as on the drapes, only the hair on the carpet is a little lighter.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is very romantic! If you ever mention any thing that seems romantic to you, then expect him to bring it to life soon. Whatever you think is romantic will be yours in a short amount of time. Also during sex, he will be the most tender and loving boy, sensually stroking you, praising you, taking care of you and everything you can imagine.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Nope, not a fan. He probably just doesn't have time for that, though. But he still hardly ever finds his own hand or anything else too satisfying, so he prefers to wait until his arousal wears off or have sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves to ride you. He loves to look down at you while you moan and your face is absolutely blissful while he squeezes your chest/thighs/sides/whatever. He also loves handjob, he prefers hands to mouth, if only in case of his own satisfaction. He just loves the way your hand slides over his cock, the way you rub his head and balls as he lies helplessly underneath you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Well... I guess he likes sex on the table. Just because he loves it. But given his favorite position, it's probably a bed, a chair, an armchair, a couch, or whatever you can sit comfortably on.

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

Trey is not very easily aroused. Although he can be easily seduced by the look at your thighs if you're wearing some kind of tight pants or shorts... Or if you deliberately eat something too sexy (you know what I'm talking about).

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to cause you or him much pain, obviously. He is generally not a particular fan of some too rough and sadistically masochistic sex. Also, he would probably prefer to have sex in places where he is convinced that no one will be, just ... Just in case. Ahem, so that no red-haired tyrants will notice you, ahem.

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

He prefers to give more, of course. Trey loves to see the look on your face when he pleases you, and especially he has access to your thighs, so it couldn't be better.

For his part, he still prefers a handjob, as I said, but he still enjoys any kind of blowjob/eating out/jerk off/etc from you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely a slow, sensual tempo. Although it can get faster and rougher if you want it or prefer it. But he likes more leisurely, romantic sex, so :b.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Since he's quite busy, like Vice Housewarden, you have this happen quite often, simply because he doesn't have time. Although his preference always goes to your rarer but more valuable leisurely intercourse.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not particularly risky. He will not do anything that will cause one of you to get hurt, or get caught, or leave one of you unsatisfied (he will always make you satisfied, no matter what). But he is quite ready for experiments.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He is quite durable. 5-10 rounds I guess. You can fuck him all you want because it takes a lot of effort to get him to his point of overdrive. Although not as much as with Cater, for example.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a couple. Handcuffs or ropes, just because he likes to tease you or for you to tease him. He also has a couple of other toys for you to use on him. And he has at least one butt plug and wears it quite often, you know... Just in case.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He loves to tease you! Although he knows your boundaries and your clear "no" and he will never break them. But he still loves it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's... 2-3/10, really. I don't think he's too loud. He may sigh, moan softly in pleasure, but he will never be too loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He has thick, bulging thighs. You know, those thighs you look at and think "Fuck, this is the juiciest thing in the world" and all this heresy. Basically... He loves to squeeze you in his thighs as you suck him off/eat him out/fuck him. It's just... Well, fuck, who doesn't want to be crushed by those thighs?

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is very muscular! He has a good, muscular body, relief and it is quite wide. His cock... 6-7 inches/15-17 cm. Slightly larger than average, yes. And it is medium in girth, although slightly plumper at the base.

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

Average. He doesn't need a lot of sex and will probably adjust to your sex drive. Is yours bigger? Okay, he'll try to make time for that. Do you have a lesser? It's amazing, he does too.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He will probably fall asleep quickly enough after you bathe, change the sheets and do other things. Although if it was done in the middle of the day or something like that, then he will be a little sleepy after that.

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NFSW alphabet(Dutch van der Linde)

Tags: Dutch/reader, smut(obviously)

(A/N): Dutch needs more fanfiction, I’m in love with him.

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

- He’d likely run you both a bath, and then go for round two.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs)

- Thighs or tits. He’d love thigh fucking you while choking you out with his bicep and then cumming on your tits.

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

- Again, cumming on your tits has to be one of his favorites but he’d also mostly cum inside of you.

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

- Probably gets turned on when killing someone. And then goes and fucks you afterwards.

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

- He absolutely knows how to use his dick and fingers. Unlike Charles, he doesn’t really know how to eat you out properly but definitely gets the job done.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Laying missionary, he likes putting his full body weight on you and just rutting into you roughly. But for quickies he’d do it against a wall while holding you up.

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

- Very very serious but stops and laughs if you crack a joke.

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

- extremely well groomed, not fully shaven though. He leaves a little happy trail for your viewing pleasure.

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

- He’s such a romantic when it comes to you, he’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he plows you into next week.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- Never jacks off, unless he’s with you of course. Asks you to model the new underwear or clothes he got you while palming himself through his pants.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Breeding, Choking, anything that has to do with him making you submissive to him is a yes. I feel like he’d also enjoy seeing you unravel in front of him in public. Slowly inching his fingers up your thighs and leaving teasing kisses on your neck.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere sanitary. Our man is a clean freak.

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

- Absolutely loves it when you wear the clothes or accessories he buys you. Makes him feel like he owns you in a way.

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

- He’d be up to try anything you offer.

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

- Like I said, doesn’t really know how to eat you out but he’s down to learn better. Goes feral for head.

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

- Rough sex is top tier sex. But he loves sensual morning sex too.

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

- You guys don’t fuck that much from him stressing over the gang day and night. He doesn’t get much sleep when he’s stressed, but when he’s feeling up to it he fucks you literally whenever possible.

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

- Anything risky makes him nervous, he has a reputation to uphold still. And I said before, he’s a clean freak so no piss or shit guys!

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

- He could go for as many rounds as you want with breaks in between. He’d fuck you and cum until he has nothing else to give you.

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

- Did people in the very early 1900s have toys??

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- Y’all. Teasing. Master. Out of everyone in the gang he’d tease you the most just to get a rise out of you and get you to beg him to fuck you.

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

- He wouldn’t outwardly moan, except for when you’re giving him head(he loves head), but he’d give you many encouraging grunts and sighs.

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

- He could not be submissive to save his life. Every time you try he just laughs and raises his brow at you.

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

- 7.62 inches long. 3.47 inches wide. curves slightly to the left. tip is EC9EC0 pink, shaft is a creamy beige. three distinct veins with the longest ranging from the base to the tip on the middle right side. excretion is macaroon cream and hes trimmed but not clean shaven.(LMAO)

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

- Very high. He will take anymore moment out of the day to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- He’s obligated to stay up holding you until you fall asleep in his arms. Only then will he fall asleep.

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