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mysaintkitten · 6 months

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Okay here's something: so reader is in love with Emma just cause of their talks but they think she's married to John like everyone else in town does so they hate him and thinks "oh I could treat her so much better" so they confess to Emma and asks her to run away with them.

Super dramatic I know, but I love my girl, but feel free to totally ignore this lol. Love your work!

although kitten is my main wife .. cillian looked absolutely gorgeous as emma. the brown eyes and brown hair ?? hello ?? also thank you so much !!

Lonesome | Emma Skillpa x fem!reader

prompt: emma isn’t being treated right by john, and you’re sick of it (NO MINORS!!!)

WARNINGS: none really, just fluff i think lol

word count: 1.2k

“milk or sugar?” emma asks from the kitchen,

“neither, please.” you respond, fidgeting with your hands in front of you.

you weren’t able to be alone with emma very often, you wanted to make sure you didn’t fuck anything up.

emma returns with two cups in hand and a spoon, smiling at you softly.

“for you,” she whispers, placing the cup in front of you, “for me.”

she flattens out her dress before sitting across from you at the table, “so, how’ve you been? it’s been a while since we’ve chatted.”

your eyes shift from your cup to her face, “oh, i’ve been alright. things have been stressful, but nothing i can’t manage. how about you?”

she picks up her spoon and begins to stir her tea, “things have been a bit mundane recently, but johns always keeping me busy with the housework.” she laughs

you smile at her laugh, but hearing her speak about john upset you. you know it shouldn’t, but you just had a deep inkling that he didn’t treat her right. and now look. she’s saying he doesn’t even help out with housework.

you lift your cup to your lips and take a small sip, “how’s john been?”

she doesn’t respond right away and breaks eye contact briefly before pulling herself together to respond

“he’s been good. busy with work,” she says, “i feel like i barely see him.”

so not only does he not help out, he doesn’t even give her the time of day? sickening. how could he have such a kind, compassionate, gorgeous wife, and not appreciate her? you think about emma, all alone, yearning for some sort of intimacy, affection, hell, even just attention. you’d give it to her. you’d give it all to her. but she’s a married woman, and you doubt she even swings that way.

you snap yourself out of your thoughts to respond, “must be hard,” you start, “i’m sorry john doesn’t .. you know .. give you the attention you need ..”

you watch emma’s face, she looks upset.

you attempt to backtrack, “i’m sorry if i went too far it’s just .. i hate to see someone like you being under appreciated.”

just when you think you’ve dug yourself into a deeper hole, she brings her eyes up to you again,

“someone like me?”

you swallow, how do you word this without making her uncomfortable?

“you’re just .. so sweet, and giving. and whenever i hear you talk about john it’s like he’s always .. not doing enough for you.”

she takes another sip from her tea and stands up, “he does enough. he’s just busy. he works. it’s how he shows he cares.”

emma heads to the kitchen and you trail behind her, “he shows he cares about you by neglecting you?”

you’re distain for john is becoming more and more evident by your tone and word choice. but to be fair, you’re not the only one that feels this way. everyone thinks john is kind of strange, but him being a shitty husband on top of that isn’t him making him look very good as a person.

she turns her body to you, her face displaying some sort of negative emotion that you can’t quite pinpoint. anger? sadness? both?

“it’s not neglect. i’m not a child.”

“no, you aren’t a child, but you’re a woman with needs. and he’s not fulfilling those needs, is he?” you question, she remains silent as her bottom lip quivers slightly, “when was the last time he held you? touched you?” you ask softly

as those words leave your mouth, she begins to cry. instantly you feel a pang of guilt.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry ..” you whisper, rubbing her back soothingly, “its just .. it upsets me, emma.”

she sniffles and wipes her eyes, “no, no, it’s not what you said .. well, it is ..” she mumbles, “i’m so lonely.”

hearing her mutter those words made you feel awful. this poor woman, you don’t even want to think about how long she’s been feeling this way for.

she chuckles weakly, “i can’t even remember the last time he kissed me.”

you feel an impulse pop into your head, before you can contemplate if it’s appropriate or not it’s already leaving your mouth,

“can i kiss you?”

her tears slowly stop and her cheeks blush slightly, “what?” she whispers, clearly taken aback

your hearts racing exponentially faster, “can i .. uh .. can i kiss you?”

she takes a moment to respond, you’re convinced you’ve gone too far and she’s thinking up a kind way to ask you to leave,

“yes.”

you’re in disbelief, “really?”

“yes, you can kiss me.” she repeats

after receiving her approval, you gather up the courage to plant a small peck onto her lips. you give her another and she kisses you back, bringing her body a bit closer to yours.

the pecks shift into deep kisses, her hunger for intimacy was apparent in her body language.

she runs her hands along your hips, wrapping them around you just to hold you close.

you detach from her lips and bring them to her neck, kissing her skin softly, she moans quietly.

as you kiss her neck, you bring your hand between her legs, wanting to take this a bit further,

“no, stop” she whines, you pull your hand away and remove your head from her neck, immediately you regret your decision,

“i’m sorry, emma, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” you apologize

“it’s okay .. it’s okay .. maybe we could just-“ she starts, “never mind, it sounds dumb.”

you cup her face gently, “no, talk to me, please.”

“could we just .. talk? and kiss?” she asks, seemingly embarrassed by the request, you just smile,

“that sounds nice,” you coo, “but, what about john? what if he sees?”

she shrugs, “he’s been busy, he won’t see. i promise.”

she leads you up to her bedroom and the two of you lay in her bed, kissing, giggling, talking. as the sun begins to set, emma pulls out some wine.

she pours you and her a drink, and the two of you get undeniably tipsy.

as you kiss her with your hand on her thigh, the alcohol seems to cloud your better judgement. you whisper to her, “run away with me.”

she hums, “how do i explain that john?”

“he doesn’t need an explanation.”

she smiles and sighs before leaning in to kiss you again, “i’ll have to think about it.”

as you continue to drink throughout the night, she gets bit handsy, but no direct contact was made, just needy little touches. you allow her to touch within her limits, she’s clearly desperate for more, but she’s not ready to give it all up tonight. and that’s okay.

you fell asleep in her bed, wrapped up in her arms, and wake up with the bed empty. you sit up, a bit upset, but you notice a note sitting on the nightstand, it reads;

thank you for giving me a wonderful night, i’m sorry i couldn’t be here when you woke up. next time, i’ll make you breakfast in bed.

- emma

you grin at the note, and you grin even harder at her alluding to a “next time.”

you’re looking forward to doing this again.

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i think this was mostly my subconscious talking .. emma skillpa if you’re reading this i want to kiss you

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #emma skillpa #emma skillpa x reader #peacock #hope y’all like this #:)

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l0sercat · 1 year

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wesker for the nsfw alphabet plss

Y'all the amount of requests I have rn are crazy and I'm so fucking tired so I'm going to be slow to update and just do he asks I feel like doing so I dnt burn out. Hope y'all understand :')

Albert Wesker NSFW alphabet

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

There is aftercare if he has been rough. He will prepare a bath and get you whatever you need.

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

He loves his eyes. They are just so cool and makes his look intimidating. And they always seem to make you shiver when they pierce you. He loves you ass. That's all I need to say.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't like messes so he prefers to cum in you. Also because he wants to breed you..

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

You came to his work wearing a small skirt and it got him really distracted and hard. So when you left and he could slip away he jerked off. The image of you in that short tight skirt plagued his mind and he moaned our your name.

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

Hardly has experience but what he lacks in experience he makes up in confidence.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl but he's still dominant. Or doggy style. I can't pick 😮‍💨

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

He more serious. What's so funny about sex?

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

It's all nice and trimmed. What else did you expect a bush? No not from this god. Nothing is messy or sloppy. It perfect.

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

He can be romantic. It usually is but sometimes it's not. He can be really sweet and gentle. It's kinda rare.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He hardly masturbates he just doesn't feel the need to.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes gags. Especially gag rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom. You guys have privacy and it's easier to breed you.

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

Seeing you all dolled up for him. Seeing you in your best clothing and hanging onto his arm it's gets him going.

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

Share you. You are his and his alone.

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

He prefers to give. He just loves tasting you and having your juices coat his face.

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

It's depends. Most of the time the speed is n between fast and slow.

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

He doesn't really like them. You don't have them that often. He prefers proper sex so he can properly breed you.

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

He doesn't take a lot of risks and he's okay to experiment as long as it's not too risky or bad.

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

He can last for hours. With uroboros he has so much stamina.

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

He does not own toys he doesn't need to. He will never bring the into the bedroom. He has himself and his tentacles so toys are not needed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease but doesn't do it a lot

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

He grunts a lot and here and there he moans. If your sucking him off and catch him off guard he'll whine.

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

He likes to be edged. Idk why but I feel like he'd just love you to tease him back and try to take control.

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

He's 8 inches long and 3 inches thick.

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

It's not that high. But when he's horny oh boy...

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

He waits till you fall asleep then he'll fall asleep a little after.

#x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender not specified #dead by daylight #slashers #dbd #albert wesker #dbd albert wesker #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker dbd #resident evil wesker #resident evil

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aphroditesacolyte · 3 months

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Meryl and Diosia P28

Ch 28. // Our Yearning // Read on AO3

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Summary: Both Diosia and Meryl continue to struggle with their own desires.

Content warnings: Dubious morals/just Being Immoral, romanticization of violence, please read at your own discretion, thank you!

~Approx word count: 1,904 words

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A genial meeting was taking place, the vibrations of talk occupying the water, each hum admittedly more meaningless than the last. The gathering was lost in idle prattle, and skewing Meryl’s disinterest further, throughout it the majority of its tenants were mere acquaintances of his family, or relations maintained out of formality and courtesy alone. He wished for more intimate dinners every now and then, ones where it was only his family at his side.

He had little privilege in seeing his father without a flock of random people especially; he could see Shui or his mother easily enough, but his father? He couldn’t imagine it, and so while he further craved it, he suppressed that yearning for a loved one’s companionship.

It was only that the ache of wanting was fresh and revitalized in his body; the scar had been cut open, carved out by everything he craved and the cravings themselves. It was driving him increasingly mad to want company, to want love and affection, and to feel so insatiably lonely without it. Even within a crowd of guests primed for the celebration of his family, he felt alienated and lonely.

It was not that he wasn’t friendly, or that others weren’t friendly to him.

It was that he was trapped in the shallows; the shallow sound of a, “Hello, how are you?” the emptiness of an unmet smile, or the discomfort of a forced hug. There was no intimacy behind these acts, and certainly no passion.

Perhaps that was another fault of his; it was the simple things he found too plain to make him happy. But he knew they wouldn’t happen at all if they weren’t expected—required. That was why he had come to treasure the few friends he had, the ones who he knew meant what they asked, what they said, what they felt.

He shouldn’t be spending moments like these with careless strangers. He should be spending them with friends.

Like Bondi.

His heart ached with regret. He knew what Roka endured by Diosia’s will, for he himself endured it ten times over in his dreams now—not with a certain fondness, no, but a passive recollection. It was still the closest he had ever been to death. The memory and thought were both haunting, knowing someone he cared about had experienced it unwittingly, unwillingly.

But he was torn in two as always, for the assailant and the victim were both those he loved, even if one hadn’t a single excuse for what he had done, whilst the other needn’t excuse what was mere innocence. He would have to check on Roka, surely, but the need for the act served as its own deterrence to him, and he’d instead seek out his lover again. Yes, once the night was over, and his family had gone to bed, he caved to his sin of choice and sought Diosia’s company over again.

The platform that Diosia fondly called his own glowed with the smolder of flame, a captivating colour wavering over the stones, seeping into the gaps and crevices with a wobbly, yet almost… graceful sway. He admired the flame Diosia had conjured, glimmering upon the stone, neatly contained by an assortment of smooth rocks that he’d lined into a charmingly clumsy circle.

“Hello, little mer.” Diosia greeted, his voice luscious as ever.

“Hello, Diosia.” He replied, slipping out of the water and onto the stone; he settled on a divot in the space that brought him away from the flame, for as much as he enjoyed its warmth, he wasn’t particularly privy to being burned.

In the golden light, Diosia’s home felt as if bathed in heaven’s light, if heaven were far more discreet and sultry, and with fine riches (the ones Diosia hadn’t broken) laid about the place as neatly as reverent sacrifices would be, it became an altar; he almost dared to test his morals further, to declare Diosia worthy of worship, but relinquished the temptation, instead looking up to him sweetly.

“So, how are your instincts today?”

The flames danced in Diosia’s eyes, almost swallowed up by the strength of his golden irises, but perfectly mirrored in the black pearls that were his pupils, shining and round and clear. There were few sights as horrifying and holy as Diosia, the black-feathered angel, trailing alongside the embers and coals, his wings humming a soft tune of feathers brushed against stone, and his eyes lit by the roaring mischief of the fire; it bit at the air greedily, ravenous to consume everything it could. But Diosia was not so. He was powerful, more than a flame;

Diosia intended only to consume what he needed, what his body yearned for, and even this intent was somehow suspended by his love for his desired. He had found the exact way he wished to walk between the lines of desire and need—he lowered himself to the ground, pressing Meryl back and back, following along until Meryl was pinned between the stone wall and his embrace. His instincts were alive. They burned so very hot.

“It is the sort of day I long so dearly for your taste, to celebrate your being by the means of the tongue, teeth, throat, and stomach. I want to see red torrents become the seams that which a lovely dress is sewn to your body, flattering your lithe, vulnerable self with carnage so prettily undoing. I want nothing more than to love you depravedly, lasciviously.

But then, all of it is quelled by your sweet voice, and I remember that to love you honorably involves no such acts. It is to be gentle, patient and listening, and it is to protect you from what may harm you, and while my whims are of no hurt to myself, they are to you… So, I mustn't let them have you, not so violently.”

Meryl gave a nervous smile. “Is that a good day, then?”

“My miserable vitiation is only undone by your reminders. It is... a better day than some, but my mind is tortured by your image.”

Meryl felt the back of Diosia’s hand trace his jaw lovingly, a morbid, open fascination flickering in his eyes. It was horrifying to see Diosia honestly, earnestly speak to him. The threats he’d endured before were prettier, tied up with flattering ribbons and served to him so carefully, and each act that induced fear was done with such calculation that there was no place nor time where it would’ve ever veered off course.

This, however, was to meet Diosia raw.

His fingers trembled as they reached up for Diosia’s wrist, his hand still set delicately against Meryl’s cheek, and he couldn’t peel his own gaze away from Diosia. His eyes flicked over Meryl, drinking in every feature, invoking a feeling not so unlike to being feasted upon and bit into, a disturbingly familiar feeling to him now. He dared to reach up his other hand and pressed at Diosia’s chest in purchase for some space of his own, finding that it wasn’t only his heart that flitted in his chest. Or more suitably, roared in his chest: Diosia’s heartbeat was heavy and pounding, like the organ intended to tear through his ribs and escape on its own.

He guided, his whisper soft and certain, “Breathe.”—Diosia huffed at first, each breath heavy and dangerous—“Slowly.”

A few more soft assurances brought about control of Diosia’s breath, and soon slow, long gusts of air blew over Meryl as opposed to the rapid, beating gasps that had barraged him before. He could not tell if it was exhilaration or anxiety that compelled Diosia’s display, and if it were both or either, they were indistinguishable either way.

“Are you okay now?”

“Have either of us ever been okay?” Diosia answered, withdrawing in forethought.

Meryl took offense to the notion for a moment, the idea that he was as low as a murderer whose mind now lived in fractured pieces after having been dashed by the slightest of tastes of morals and realities. Meryl had lived with those his entire life. He knew what being okay looked like, he was sure.

“I guess you’ve got a lot to work out.” came his intrepid voice after a judgmental moment had passed.

Diosia took the remark lightly, and a soft laugh filled the air as he sunk back into the easement of control. The scent of smoke and ash capered along with the sound, righting the intensity of the moment before.

Diosia agreed, “There is much to work out, little mer. For instance,” A daring, sly smile flashed upon his face as he slid up beside and smoothly drew Meryl away from the wall, pulling him into his lap. “How shall we spend the rest of our evening? The night is plenty young.”

Meryl could not question as to whether Diosia flirted in earnest. He was already far too entranced to even think beyond the sweet pleasure of the moment before him. Diosia was a creature much greater than him—stronger, larger, fiercer, rougher, crueler, and yet when his claws grazed against his skin, or his hand became entirely enveloped by one much greater than his own, he only felt complete. It was as if Diosia was that greater piece he had been missing all along.

“Well...” Meryl ventured, “I don’t suppose you have any ideas? Less... bloody ones, anyways.”

“Oh, what harm in a little blood? It’s not as though it must be yours.”

“You’re very funny.”

Meryl toyed with a curl of black hair, twisting it around and tucking it behind Diosia’s ear, smiling. He noted the length, and the charmingly uneven layers from centuries of cutting and styling it with no more than a jagged blade. Still, Diosia was very well-kempt; each strand glimmered, soft and pleasant to the touch. He was not one to let the saltwater best his looks.

“And you: bold to presume I’d jest.”

Meryl tapped his nose. “Since when have you ever said something in front of me that you’ve committed to? You can’t blame me for not taking you seriously.”

Diosia’s mouth opened and closed as he desperately sought a retort, but ultimately, he found nothing to refute him. His grin widened in flusterment as he stumbled over his words, “You-you are not right just for being right, I hope you know.”

Meryl laughed, hugging him as tightly as he could. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’ll try not to hold it all against you for now.”

“For now?” Diosia echoed, with seemingly-real-worry.

“I just mean I’m happy to let our bygones be bygones as long as they, you know, stay gone.”

“Ah. Well... I suppose that is fair.”

“You suppose?”

“Might I use words more pleasurable to the ear, darling? What other phrases might better suit your palate?” He purred. Meryl rolled his eyes, contented with what honesty he had drawn from Diosia already, and so he let it go without further pressing. Besides, it pardoned the rest of their night for lighthearted enjoyment of one-another, a welcome reprieve in what stress they’d endured in recent days, and a reprieve that he was certain couldn’t last long. In the back of his mind, he’d conceded to the fact a little while ago: The armistice with Diosia’s bloodlust could only last so long, and so, he was fervid to lose himself in what time they had.

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#original characters #original writing #acolyte's stories: meryl and diosia #fantasy writing #oc story #romance writing #oc: diosia #oc: meryl #original story #oc writing

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solitaireships · 5 months

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💤 for Chae-Yeong -- violetsareblue-selfships

Emoji prompts: 💤 - “sleep well.” / carrying them to bed.

I ended up just focusing on the sleep well part of this, both Chae-Yeong and I don't like being carried so I thought that was the better choice here. But the peak of intimacy to me is cuddling in bed so here's a fun little fluffy ficlet of Helena and Chae-Yeong going to bed together <3

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 845 words

Divider by saradika

Helena’s used to going asleep alone, even if she does wish that Chae-Yeong was around more. She doesn’t take it personally when Chae-Yeong isn’t able to make it home before bed. Both of them are busy women, and Helena knows that she’s had to be out late plenty of times too. Especially with the Scarlet Shepherd being mainly active at night, it’s an inevitability that she has to be out late. But as she gets ready for bed, she does wish that she could curl up under the covers with Chae-Yeong.

Helena sighs, toweling off her face after she washes it. She puts her glasses back on, looking at herself in the mirror. She’s always aware of the dark circles under her eyes, but she can’t help but think that she looks even more tired than usual. It’s been a long week, and right now she wishes that she was able to curl up in bed next to her wife.

But things are what they are. Helena is able to make do, and she knows that she’ll see Chae-Yeong later tonight at least. Helena always wakes up when Chae-Yeong comes to bed. Both of them are light sleepers, they notice the rise and fall of the mattress as weight shifts and the sheets get pulled aside. Helena would recognize Chae-Yeong joining her anywhere, and as much as she knows she needs to sleep better she’d never want to miss her in the night.

Helena knows that the only way to stop being tired is to stop yearning for Chae-Yeong and to go to bed. So she gives herself one last look over in the mirror before she makes her way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

The lights are already off. A perk of being a Faunus is that she doesn’t need light to see, her vision being clear even through the dark of the bedroom.

And that means that Helena can very clearly see Chae-Yeong sitting on the bed. She must have come in at some point while Helena was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. She’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top that gives Helena a good view of her chest. How she got ready for bed so quickly is a mystery— but Helena supposes that this is a big apartment. Maybe Chae-Yeong wanted to surprise her and got home early to shower and get ready while Helena wouldn’t notice. But it’s still a shock to see her there, face illuminated by the blue glow of her scroll, sitting on the bed.

Chae-Yeong looks up from her scroll, closing it as she sees Helena and leaving it on the nightstand. She smiles. “Hey.”

“You’re… you’re not out doing Shepherd stuff?” Helena says.

“I thought I’d call it early tonight,” Chae-Yeong says. “I wanted to see you.”

Helena isn’t flustered easily. She’s never been someone who gets weak at the knees at a compliment or anything of the sort. But there’s something in the sincerity of Chae-Yeong’s voice there that makes her heart skip a beat. Even years into their marriage, Chae-Yeong always knows how to make Helena feel special in a way no one else can.

But it can still be hard to feel like she deserves all of that kindness, especially when Helena knows this means Chae-Yeong’s not out protecting people. It feels selfish to want to keep her home.

“Oh. Well, you would’ve seen me when you got in either way,” she says.

“I would’ve. But that’s different,” Chae-Yeong says.

Helena makes her way to bed, settling down under the covers next to Chae-Yeong. It’s funny— both of them are picky about physical contact, they can’t stand it from pretty much anyone. Yet the second the two of them are in bed together, they cuddle up to each other. Helena has to reach around Chae-Yeong’s arms to take her glasses off, putting them on the nightstand, before she nuzzles close to Chae-Yeong. She slips her left hand under Helena’s shirt in response, the cool metal of her prosthetic fingers being soothing against Helena’s back.

“I can’t promise that I’ll do short nights like this often,” she says, “but I want to be here with you when you go to bed more often. You deserve that.”

“I’m fine either way,” Helena promises, but she can’t help but relax against Chae-Yeong, her head resting on her shoulder.

“I know. You’re strong. But I want to be with you more. You’re my wife.”

“And you’re mine.”

“Mhm. So how about we both get some rest, and we enjoy the time that we have together?” Chae-Yeong suggests.

“That sounds good,” Helena says. There are few things she can think of that are better than getting to sleep with Chae-Yeong. Especially with the feeling of her arms around her, the feeling of her chest pressed against Helena’s and her hip in Helena’s hand.

Chae-Yeong plants a quick kiss on Helena’s forehead, her lips brushing against her skin.

“Sleep well, yeobo,” Chae-Yeong says.

“You too, my star,” Helena whispers back.

#my writing #selfship fic #safeship #april #asks #thank you!#💫 shepherd’s delight #💫#🌙 helena

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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can you make nsfw alphabet for yandere klaus mikaelson

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

He will make sure you are okay after sex. He will give you everything you need. You will hug each other. If you are not sleepy, you will chat.

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

He adores every part of you. It would be very difficult for him to make a choice. In his own body, his shoulders will be the part he loves.

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

I think he would choose to be inside you when it comes to finishing. Very possessive.

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

He loves you puffing up with his baby. Living proof of who you are.

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

Considering his age, he is experienced. He knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Positions where he will see your face.

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

It depends on your mood.

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

Well maintained.

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

It will be romantic and sensual.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It doesn't need much for being you. Maybe every now and then.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It has a reproductive tendency. She wants lots of kids. He likes to stuff you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you two are. He doesn't want anyone else to see you.

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

Emotions and mood. Your asking him.

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

Anything to harm you. to share you.

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

He prefers to give. However, he also agrees to be on the receiving side.

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

Depends on your mood.

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

Not against snaps.

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

He is eager to try anything you wouldn't be in danger of.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for?

Very durable. You will go as many tours as you want.

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

Doesn't want to use toys. If you want to use it. He does not need toys because he believes that he alone can satisfy you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on your mood.

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

She is not ashamed to be a vocalist. He's proud of himself when he manages to get you talking out loud.

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

X = X-ray

Medium size.

Y = Yearning

A lot. Keep in mind that he has a propensity to breed and has a high sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It will wait for you to comply. If he is tired later, he will sleep.

#yandere the vampire diaries x reader #yandere klaus mikaelson x reader #yandere klaus mikaelson

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sparatus · 2 years

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To Be Alone and NWFWMB 👀

ohhh those are good ones, thanks bb!!

Hozier Song Title Questions

To Be Alone: What do you think is the thing that most makes your writing stand out?

mmm there's 2 things i think, a couple things people have pointed out to me and it stuck in my head:

the first is how i write about food. a friend told me once that i write about food and eating with a sort of yearning, a unique sort of gentle intimacy. to quote, "you write about food like you want to love it, and it makes me want to love it, too." two different friends later agreed with the assessment, so i think that makes it correct, lol. i try to write about food as something casual, something domestic, but also an intimate moment - sharing a meal together, knowing somebody's usual order, cooking for someone, food is a love language, and as somebody who's always had a pretty unhealthy psychological relationship with food, it's honestly been somewhat healing for me. food is my friend. food is good. eating is a safe time with people who care about me.

the second is that i try to write "living worlds." each character, no matter how small, has a life and personality beyond the role they're given in the story. there's news reports that don't matter in the slightest. places have history, people have a story to tell. it might not be interesting, and we might not learn what it is, but it's there. characters have friends outside the main cast who the protagonist may only know about from hearsay, because it's not important to the plot. the scary salarian spectre helps a batarian resistance shepard had never heard of before. balak's mooks have names and varying opinions on the situation. shepard and nihlus needing to talk to the councilor interrupts his casual hangout time with his wife and his friend. at any given point we're intruding on somebody else's story, and it makes the world feel more alive and realistic.

NWFWMB: What sort of antagonists do you like to write? Is the conflict in your story even driven by an antagonistic character?

oh man lemme think. i'd have to say my favorite kinds of antagonists are ones who are similar to the protagonist somehow, but with one key difference. for example, without giving too much away, the Big Conflict in exdiff is driven by the fact that while desolas moved on after shanxi, tim didn't. harper's big plan to [redacted] could have been accomplished without cerberus, and in fact he may have even been able to complete it sooner and without anyone catching on until it was too late, but because he refused to just let go of what happened, he took the time to build himself a big supremacist army instead. desolas is still... desolas, of course, he's still an asshole, but he's allowed himself to let go of his anger and work past it. they're both racist bastards, but tim is stuck in the past while des is just trying to move forward, and it's that one key choice that makes the entire series go 'round. and that's the whole theme, isn't it - how the choices we make shape who we are.

#press conference #gay-nidoking

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randynova · 3 years

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Could i please get Seoung x reader with a sub/dom dynamic (collar leash) you can decide whos the dom. THANK YOUUU its like my 1st time requesting. THANK youuu

𝔒𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔜𝔬𝔲, 𝔐𝔶 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩

sᴜʙ!sᴇᴏɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ?: ʏᴇs

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴏᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴜʙ! sᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴜɴ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ/ʟᴇᴀsʜ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴇx, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

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𝐴.𝑁.: 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑝 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏, 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑦.

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Seong always dealt with his problems alone and with violence. He hardly asked for help when he needed it and rather fixed his issues away from the public’s view, despite the struggle. He hardly trusted people as it was, the death of his only true friend only enforcing that belief. Thus, he never really brought himself to do so after the death of Dowoon.

Dowoon….

When was the last time he visited his tombstone?

He couldn’t remember.

No, he couldn’t remember because he always spent his death date trying to forget the day of his murder, how his own emotion blinded him from saving his best friend. He drowned himself in the pool of sin to try and forget that he lost his friend for letting his anger take over, abandoning Dowoon when he needed Seong most. Due to his foolishness, he lost the only true friend he's ever known. And he could never forgive himself for that.

He always tried to make himself forget every time he remembered them, throwing himself into a spiral of bad choices, one bad choice after the next, that he never once thought his actions would lead him to a woman like her.

Like you.

For the first time in years, Seong let himself trust someone again. He let himself follow the will of another if it meant they could take away the sorrow, the anger, the fear, all of it, just for one night. Broken into a thousand pieces, he just wants to be put together again under the tender touch of someone caring, craving the intimacy of another person.

He’s tired of being the bad guy.

The yearn for intimacy grew and accumulated so much, it created a pool of sickly sweet desire he could hardly contain, the pool dripping and nearly spilling from the overflowing pot in Seong's body. You were the only one that could relieve it, and for once, he let himself relax and submit to you.

Every Friday night, he finds himself in the same place it all began, hidden away in the wealthy neighborhoods he always walked passed by, nude in the very bed he discovered his true desires.

Seong has a semblance of a smile, heart thumping like a thousand drums, mind hazy and filled merely with the endless lust he has for you.

You tug harshly at the leash, pulling the man close whilst you quickly flick your wrist, and wrap the leather around your fingers. Seoung looks up at you with dazed eyes, smiling softly as you stroke his jawline, breath seemingly vanishing. He sits up straighter, muscles flexing as a shiver passes over him as you take a hold of his chin. His rough hands grip your hips, your thighs tucked at his sides as you hovered over his pelvis, slowly rocking and rubbing the tip of his cockhead against your slick folds. The small groans and gasps that left him, it made you grin. A crease formed between his brows as he pinched them together, trying so hard to contain himself, and not disobey you. His legs tighten, keeping himself from thrusting blindly into you, knowing well it will only end with a punishment from you.

Though, to Seong, eating you out and drinking your juices all night is more of a reward than anything.

The sight before you was a huge difference to the sadistic boy who fought people for fun. The same boy who was cold and reckless to everyone he came across. No, the person before you was far from it. He melted under your touch, crumbling until it revelaved a submissive little boy, and by god, you fucking loved it.

The boy looked up at you with a dazed, adoring look, it made your heart hammer in your ribcage. You never thought you’d be the woman who brought the notorious fighter onto his knees, into compliance, quietly whining and squirming in his spot like a pathetic animal, barely grasping onto reality with the overwhelming need to breed you taking hold of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to feel your pussy clamp around him, praise after praise falling from your lips as he ruts into you like a depraved animal, letting his stress melt away as he drowns himself in your sweet cunt.

Both of you were addicted to the nights you had together, obsessed with reliving the very first session in your bedroom, endlessly chasing the gratifying relief only you two can bring each other. Neither of you cared if it ended in tragedy, if this arrangement finds itself on the doorstep of misery, so be it. All you need is just one night — one night to drown yourself in pleasure.

Teasingly, you let the flushed tip of his cock barely enter into your sopping pussy, enjoying the strained gasp that left him. "Such a good boy you've been, Seong," you coo, tilting your head and running a thumb over his bottom lip, lifting your hips and having his cockhead slip out, only going back to dragging across your folds. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You work so hard, it deserves a reward — dont'cha think?"

He breathed sharply through his nose, screwing his eyes shut and missing the warmth of your pussy already. Fuck, he’s so close, yet he can’t even indulge himself. It was driving him crazy. He finds himself bucking his hips slightly, only to earn a glare from you. Swallowing dryly, he stops with much reluctance. "Mm, y-yes, mommy," he whispers, eyes trailing to your chest, only to run his tongue over his upper lip, envisioning himself burying his face in the soft plush, happily suckling on your tits as you sing a sinful melody. His chest begins to rise and fall quickly, a small whimper rumbling in his throat as he pleads, "Please, I've been such a good boy… I-I need you…."

A mellow feeling bloomed in your chest, the way his voice cracked begging you, a shiver going down your spine as he called you ‘mommy’. His sweet face did not match his deep, rumbling voice, but it made these interactions all the more addicting. “How precious.” You giggle and trace your fingers across his jawline again, smiling so warmly at him, it made blood rush to his cheeks, a pink hue coating them. “Yes, you have, baby. I saw you helping Viral Hit with his copycat issue. What a hero you were, Seong… You remembered what I told you – always return the favor to a friend or foe, no matter how small.”

“O-Of course, I-I… I wouldn’t disobey you. Or disappoint you…”

“Of course you wouldn’t, baby. Because if you did, you wouldn’t get your reward at the end of the week. And we both know… you can’t survive that long without it — you’re too invested to function right. Hm, it’s honestly really cute – makes me feel important.”

“Because you’re important to me.” Seong breathes out, voice wavering to a desperate high-pitched groan. If anyone had heard the boy saying these words, they would have held it over his head for days to come. Seong Taehoon rather be known as the cold and reckless teen who beat people for fun, the nut-job, than be known as a weak, submissive boy who became a whimpering mess from just a few praises from a girl like you. No, he wants to keep this between you and him — his secret.

If anyone was going to see him in such a vulnerable position, it’ll be the same girl who made him realize what he’s been missing out on for so long in his life. Made him realize he wants to be someone’s good boy, even for a night.

A chuckle escapes you and you lean down to capture his soft lips in a kiss, finally sinking onto his poor thick dick, the hot stretch of being split open leaving you breathless. You inhale sharply but Seong ignores it, too focused on how he’s finally getting to feel the heat of your tight pussy. Seong took the chance to let his hands travel to your ass, kneading your cheeks as he thrusted upward, pressing a bruising kiss to your womb with every plunge of his cock into your tight walls. You can never get enough.

His tongue slithers in, brushing past your teeth, prodding and flicking against yours. With a giggle, you push your own tongue against it, shoving him out of your mouth, making him whine from having this moment robbed away from him before he can truly taste you. You start to bounce, skin slapping against skin, paying no mind to his sounds of protest. With every rise of your hips, Seong makes sure he’s ready to slam back into you, already missing the tight suction of your cunt around his entire dick, despite the annoyance from your action.

What a cruel mommy you are, Seong thought, his desire reaching a boiling point as he finally snaps. A low growl leaves Seong and he digs his nails into the plush of your hips, clenching his jaw and starts to hammer into you, fat balls hitting your ass, leaking head putting pressure on your womb. Oh god, the sudden deep strokes from the boy have you struggling to breath, seizing in your spot.

You yank abruptly on the leash once again and force him to pull away, leaving him gasping. “S-Seong..! R-Right there!” You moan, struggling to even utter those words. With the blood rushing to his head and the lack of air, his world slowly starts to spin, the numbing sensation of his body burning starting to envelop his entire being. Though, he didn’t mind, snapping his pelvis up desperately, syncing every thrust with every sink of your hips, pulling lewd cries from you. Your back arches, head falling back, clamping down on Seongjun, eyes fluttering shut as he brushes past that soft spongy spot, gripping his shoulder. “G-Good– Fuck! B-Baby!Good boy!”

Moments like this, it lets him forget about the cruelness of the world, the darkness of his chaos--filled life, the ever-looming shadow of his sins tainting his mind, the growing need to achieve his dream of being happy. Yet with you, he feels a joy fill him, one he hasn’t experienced in years, one he is hesitant to accept but when he does, he drowns himself in it.

“M-Mo–Mommy…! Fu-Fuck!” Seong rasps, lengthy groans leaving him, struggling to stay up, feeling his muscles twitch and tense up from the awkward position. He wants to keep going, god knows how much he wants to keep going – but the way you both are sitting, it has his mind up against the wall as it prevents him from truly satisfying the painful ache inside him. It restricts his movements, especially with how tight the leather is around his neck, pulling his head away, preventing him from marking up your neck. How irritating, really. “P-Please, Please, mommy – God, I want t-to taste you more…” Tears begin to collect in his eyes, a lump forming in his throat; wanting to feel your skin between his teeth, bite into your pretty neck, and pull even more cute moans from you. Why won’t you let him do what he pleases? Isn’t he a good boy? Why are you being so cruel to him? “M-Mommy…!”

You peer down, head lulling forward and mewling at the sight of his teary face. You’re not used seeing the boy with glossy eyes and trembling lips, even after so many nights spent together, still accustomed to seeing the dark, vacant gaze bore into you, a haughty smirk on his face as he pummeled every person crossing him. A breathy laugh leaves you. Fucking adorable, you thought, you wanted to see that expression forever. Spurred on by his cute face, you bounce faster on his cock, flexing your lower muscles enough to have him struggle to keep up with you, stupidly bucking his hips to reach his own release.. The flexing creates a continuous pump that has him opening his mouth from pure pleasure, yet no noise coming out as he lets you slam down on him all you want. Cockhead flushing snugly against your cervix that all he can do is rock his hips and limp into the collar’s hold, letting the sweet bliss take over him.

“Fuck…!” Both of you let out a strained moan-mixed-cry, poor Seong silently cursing as he spills his hot seed inside of you, spurting thick shots of cum deep into your womb. He struggles to stay up, wave after wave of euphoria filling him.You still, pressing your forehead against his, knitting your brows together as you gush around him, mewling quietly and loosening your grip on the leash.

“Seong…,” you whisper, walls still fluttering around him. He hums, sensitive as hell yet still thrusting into you, riding out his own climax. Sighing, you give his shoulder a quick squeeze. Your legs tremble and your whole body shakes, the aftermath of your orgasm still having your body spasm, ears ringing from the intense climax. Letting go of the leash completely, you raise your hips off Seong and lift your body till his limp cock slips out, the mix of both your juices and his white semen leaking out and dribbling down your thighs. His gaze falls and he softly smiles, the sight making his blood rush. He can never get tired of it.

It makes Seong’s chest swell with pride with how he’s the only one being able to experience such a moment, how he’s able to make you cream like it’s your first time (or so he’s told), and being able to relive it again and again.

God, call him a creep all you want – a pathetic hormonal loser even – but he wants to breed you. Fucking hell, he wants to knock you up and force you to carry his child, making you a real mommy that he can have at home for himself, letting no one else have you. Being a mama’s boy to his baby mama, damn, his child will be too. Seong tries not to be clingy, he really does, but he can’t help but come back to you, desperate to feel your soft hands against him, feel your cunt squeeze around him again, dote on him like the mother he never had.

Hearing your praises, receiving your sugar-filled kisses on the mouth, all while letting him fuck you. — it’s like goddamn heaven to him.

Maybe… Maybe he should.

Maybe—

It takes a firm call of his name to snap him out of his trance. Once he partially comes to his senses, he sees you on all fours, baring your pretty wet pussy to him, cum oozing from your entrance, and streaming down your thighs. His breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening at the sight. Cock swells once more, slowly standing up to its full height, he can’t help but thank the heavens for his healthy body.

God, he loves your pussy so fucking much, he might as well be addicted to it.

Hurriedly, he crawls over to you, the bed creaking in protest. Seong mounts you from behind, giddy from finally being able to move at the pace he wants and fuck you as hard as he wishes. The boy catches a glimpse of you taking hold of the leash again but gives it no second thought, He hunches over, but isn’t even given a chance to prepare himself.

Seong lurches forward with a harsh tug of his collar, not given a chance to force your face into the sheets and fuck you stupid, barely catching himself as he balances his body with his arms outstretched over you, clutching the cotton sheets. No, instead, he’s made to press his bare chest against your nude back, basically swallowing your small frame under him. He tries to catch his breath, cheeks flushed a bright red as he’s given no time to adjust, air beginning to make his head spin again. His cockhead leaks pre-cum, pressing against the curve of your ass, yet his mind struggles to escape the haze its in from feeling your cunny gush around him for the first time in a while.

You wiggle your hips back into him, capturing his attention, grounding him enough to follow the carnal desire to breed you like another useless whore. He aimlessly thrusts, trying to slip back inside your sweet pussy, yet all he does is graze your outer lips and thighs, missing with every roll of his hips. “Mommy… I.. I can’t… I need to cum…”

“Let me help you, baby,” you reply, shakily reaching back with a small grunt from the aching between your legs, fingertips grazing his stiff cock. Grabbing a hold of it, you slowly lead him towards your fluttering entrance, whispering sweet nothings to him. He bites back a moan, fisitng the sheets and screwing his eyes shut as your walls envelop him once again. His chest presses into your back and forces you to tense your arms, supporting the sudden weight from the boy. He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you impossibly close, almost as if he’s afraid to let go. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting hard into the smooth curve.

Seong starts to pump into you in a frenzy, leaving you rocking forward with every thrust. Fuck, he needs more, more of your sweet cunt to last him until next week. Lewd moans slip from your lips, sputtering praises to your baby boy, the grip on the leash becoming deadly, not giving him a chance to rise from his spot

He wants to see your fucked-out face as he pleasures you, crumbling into a pathetic crying mess.

He wants to see mommy’s face when she cums, all because of him.

He needs to see.

Seong needs to see how good he’s doing.

However, every tug of the leash pulls him into the toe-curling fantasy he lost himself in, spurring him on and picking up the momentum of his thrusts, pulling him closer to you. Seong drags his tongue up your neck, prodding the wet muscle behind your ear, and earning a shiver from you. Chuckling, he takes your earlobe before his teeth and begins to nibble it, the pinching pain having your eyes roll to the back of your head as it dances with the pleasure between your legs. It was the only thing you let him tease you with, a privilege he greatly abused every time he took the reigns.

Which wasn’t often, but he always made the most out of it.

He always made sure he had you a blubbering mess, his mommy.

Fuck, he wants to see you break.

Small whines escape his throat, knowing he has you just where he wants you to make that come true tonight.”Please, let me… let the leash go for a bit... So I can show you how much I missed you, mommy. I… I promise I won’t disappoint you…” You thoughtlessly nod your head, wanting nothing more to relieve the growing ache in your core once more. The wet clicks of your pussy come to an abrupt stop once you release the leather cord, a cry of annoyance from the lack of friction.

Yet, your sweet baby boy surprises you again, unleashing the animalistic energy loose and pouring it into the weight of his thrusts. Seong grabs one of your wrists and pulls it behind your back, slightly raising his body, supporting into his hand , and rutting wildly into you. It catches you by surprise, ripping a high-pitched squeal from your throat. His other hand wraps around your stomach tightly, burying his face into the curve of your neck, heavy pants muffled into your skin. The boy wants to watch as he disappears into his favorite cunt, he wants to watch how greedily you suck him in, see the juices dripping from your slick pussy as it squelches and flutters around him. But fuck, no, no, no, he wants to breed his mommy’s pretty pussy.

As you arch your back, raising your pelvis in the air and letting your face fall into the sheets, cheeks rubbing incessantly against the cotton, Seong takes the chance to knot his fingers in your hair, roughly shoving your face deeper into the sheets. He ignores your noises of protest, the tugs at his leash to stop, but he pays no mind to it all as all his attention focuses solely on the burning need to have your womb painted white. Steadying himself, he slowly pulls out. With a deep, sharp breath, he plunges his cock back inside, erratically dragging his cock in and out. You cry out his name like a mantra, biting the sheets and pressing your ass more into his pelvis. You feel yourself cumming around his cock as the welcoming sensation of mind-numbing pleasure takes over your body in waves, making it even more difficult for your sweet boy to pull out.

Not that he minds.

His eyes flutter open and close, mouth falling open as he begins to drool, breathing heavily. He desperately humps into your soaking pussy, the coil in his stomach tightening with every stroke. Seong lets himself be heard, abandoning his own rule of never letting himself break into a crying mess. Pitiful moans leave him, sliding in and out with ease from your trembling body. His thrusts turn shallow as his cock twitches, feeling how your pussy contracts around him. He sputters incoherently, “M-Mommy— fuck —Mo– I..I love-love you… Mommy, oh, m-mommy! P-Please call me a go-good boy..! Please! Please! Please, I want t…to hear you…!”

“Mm! A-Ah, yes! Yes! You’re…You’re my good boy, b-baby! S…Such a good boy!

“I love you..! Fuck, I love you..!”

“Cum for Mommy, baby…! Cum f-for me!”

“Mommy, mommy, mommy — Fuck! Fuck!!” Seong stills with one final choked cry, eyes squeezing shut as cum floods your womb, filling you to the brim. Every spurt has him twitching, thick balls emptying themselves as he gives you every drop. Gently, he moves, feeling your pussy spasm around him a few times. The ringing in his ears seems a bit too much this time, but he lets your hair go and arm, straightening up.

“Did you cum with me… again?”

Humming, you nod, still staring at the sheets and trying to catch your breath “Yeah. You were doing such a great job, I couldn’t help it…”

“Does that mean I’m a good boy, mommy?”

You peer over your shoulder and meet the familiar haughty smirk and dark gaze, smugness traced into his sharp features. There’s the boy you first met, showing his brash nature once again immediately. Though the collar was still around him, it merley amplified his handsome face. Narrowing your eyes, you give him a tight-lipped smile. “Hmm, such a good boy, Seong. Such a good fucking boy.”

Seong snickers and pulls out with a grunt, still taking in the moment and imprinting it into his mind for the following nights.

Though he had to wait a week due to your busy schedule, it was all well worth it in the end.

Who knew he’d find himself finding solace in the arms of a beautiful girl like you? No one did, let alone did he ever think he’d have an authority kink.

You learn new things everyday, about everyone and the world, including things about yourself you never thought you’d discover.

Such as Seong finding a picture of you and Bomi smiling side-by-side on your nightstand in the lettered “Sisters” frame. His heart drops.

Oh fuck.

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omgreally · 3 years

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I’ve been reading mandos intergalactic taxi service and UGH✨💕 the pining and fluff with the intimacy smut is just chefs kiss your writing style is amazing🤌🏽✨ I’ve been in such a Din mood lately, could your write like a confession drabble where the reader and din are pining for each other and din is dropping hints but the reader is like really not a hint taker lol pretty please with a cherry on top 😭💕 smut or fluff your choice I know you’d write it so well!!

BLESS YOUR HEART @liltangerineart and thank you! Next chapter of Taxi Service should be up tomorrow I hope!

In the meantime I hope you like this? Not a confession as such and more, uh, top!Mando than I intended, but he is bad at dropping hints. I like to think he would be very...straightforward 😎

Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1624 words - Oblivious!Reader, Infatuated!Din, frustrated yearning, angst and, of course, smut.

It's getting ridiculous.

He is a Mandalorian, one of the most fabled, the most feared warriors in the galaxy. Rumour and danger follow him as he charts a path through the galaxy that blazes bright, leaving behind myth and legend - people whispering things like 'I heard he killed a whole troop with his hands tied' and 'I heard he was eight feet tall, made of steel'.

He is a Mandalorian, who has never had to rely on anybody but himself - and yet here he is, sweating beneath his cowl whenever you brush too close, trying too hard to inhale the scent of you through his helmet's filters, memorizing the sound of your laugh.

It's like he's a foundling again - uncertain, insecure, nervous. And they’re not butterflies in the pit of his stomach - they’re bullets from an ancient slugthrower weapon, and he can taste metal at the back of his tongue whenever he tries to talk to you.

“Do you have someone, back home?” A clumsy overture, as obvious as it is stupid; Din winces beneath the helm but you don’t seem to notice - you just shake your head and shrug.

“No. Just me. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Loyal, he thinks, and the bullets in his stomach sting just that little bit harder.

He tries asking you more about yourself. How you became a bounty hunter. How many weapons you’ve handled. The different kinds of ships you’ve flown. Places you’ve been. But you never give up anything truly personal about yourself - you’re a cypher.

Maybe that’s why the Mandalorian finds himself strangely drawn to you.

He doesn’t know how to navigate this - not really. He has no experience with this kind of thing. It’s always been about the next quarry, the next job, and then it was about the kid, and now…

And now he’s stuck.

He wants to hit something, break something, feel the impact of his fists against flesh and bone. He settles for balling them up whenever you’re around, biting his tongue, and waiting til later to jerk himself off in pathetic, clench-jawed silence in the refresher.

“You slept late,” you point out the next morning as he emerges, stiff in more than one way, from his bunk.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, and he’s so tired, so frustrated that he adds, gruffly: “Bed was too empty.”

“Probably need more pillows,” you muse as you wander off to the kitchenette. “Cup of caf?”

“Extra strong,” he grunts as he leans a shoulder to the wall, and you’re oblivious to his glower.

“Coming right up.” A minute later, you press a mug into his hand. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to go hide, I’ll go find a bulkhead to look at while you take your helmet off.”

You grin at him, and he stares at you. You’re just about to turn away when he reaches up, and you go still, your smile slackening in shock as he thumbs the release latch under his chin.

The helm’s pneumatic seal hisses as it lifts, just enough so he can get the rim of his mug up and to his lips. He takes a long, slow pull, and while his vision is eclipsed by the rim of the helmet at the moment, he knows you haven’t left.

As he expects, you’re still there - staring at him as he lowers his helm back into place. Your mouth is even slightly open - lips parted - and he watches the dart of your tongue as you wet them before swallowing hard.

“I’m just...I’m just gonna,” you say, abortingly, and start to back away. You jump as your shoulder hits the hatchway. Din watches as you turn, hesitate, then hurry away, your shoulders squared defensively as if you can feel the force of his gaze on your back.

Alone, the taste of caf hot and bitter on his tongue, Din Djarin grins.

After that, he starts to notice. He starts to notice how tense you are when he’s close.

At first he’s not sure - but then, once, he deliberately brushes your waist as he moves past you in the cockpit to take the pilot’s seat, and you’re still standing there, frozen, when he glances back at you. You brush it off, but it happens again when you bump into him coming out of the fresher. When he reaches over your head in the kitchenette to fetch a ration bar from a compartment. When you lean over his shoulder to point out the coordinates to a refueling station. When he catches you yawning, falling asleep in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m going to hit my bunk,” you say, rising to your feet, your arms stretched above your head. Din turns slowly, and he catches the glimpse of a sliver of flesh as your shirt rides up. The words escape him before he’s even conscious of their existence.

“Want some company?”

Dank farrik, he’s been dropping hints and touches for ages - and he knows you’re affected by his presence, he’s sure of it now. They might be closer to butterflies for you, but his bullets are bouncing around in his gut right now.

“What?” you ask, half-laughing - as if it’s all some grand joke. “You gotta stop with the innuendo, Mando. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And if it’s not innuendo?” He’s flicked the ship to auto-pilot - on his feet - looming towards you. You’re caught in the hatchway, unable to step backwards to fall down the ladder, unwilling to turn your back. "If you've got the right idea?"

“What?” you repeat - licking your lips again. Your eyes are flicking back and forth from his visor to his hands. It’s almost like you're expecting a fight.

“I want to fuck you.”

The words are matter-of-fact but delivered in a low baritone, a gravelly rasp that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck. You stop breathing for a second - he can see it - and your leg twitches, just half a step backward - but then you swing it forward again, swaying towards him. Like he has you in his gravitational pull.

It’s all Din needs. He closes the distance between you, his gloved hands closing around your biceps, the leather worn and warm through your shirt.

He says your name, once, in a digital growl that curls your toes in your boots. And then it’s like an explosion - it all happens so quickly; there are hands and clothes everywhere and then on the deck, and in the aftermath you are in the Mandalorian’s arms, naked, your legs around his waist as he presses you up against the bulkhead.

His chestplate hits the deck - his flak jacket lifted above his head when you let him stop touching you long enough. You barely have time to appreciate the feel of his naked hands on your skin, cupping your breasts in his broad, smooth palms, thumbing your nipples all-too-briefly before he’s sliding down the zipper of his flight suit and baring a V of muscled flesh all the way to his groin.

“Mando,” you gasp as he frees his cock, as he maneuvers the throbbing, purpled head to drag through your slit. He finds you open and wet, lips parted for him, and he groans as he nudges against your fluttering hole. He doesn't hesitate.

He pushes in slow, for he’s a lot to take, thick and hard and the stretch is almost too much. You whine, your voice high and tight in your throat, and he soothes you with soft little noises and praise that makes you feel light-headed.

“Shhh, that’s it,” “You’re so fucking tight-” “Made to take my cock, mesh’la" and other words you don’t recognize. Eventually, he’s all the way inside you, his pelvis flush to yours, the scratch of hair at his pubic bone pressing into your mound.

You pant in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, a thin resin of sweat risen on your brow. “Move,” you order through clenched teeth, and finally you open your eyes to meet his visor and demand, “Fuck me, Mando.”

And he does - withdrawing his hips from the welcoming cradle of yours, his cock dragging back through you, and you can feel every ridge and vein before he’s spearing back in, jarring your back against the bulkhead. It’s a shock right through your system, and you can feel adrenaline flooding your veins, your blood pumping faster like you’re fighting for your life. You might as well be, for he does it again, and again, and soon he’s setting a punishing pace that hits against something soft and devastating deep inside you.

Your orgasm hits you like a blow you fail to dodge - winding you, knocking the air from your lungs - and for a moment all that matters is the blinding flash of pleasure through your nerves, the rolling wave that makes your cunt flutter in rippling spasms around the pulsing rod of his cock. He pins your hips with another vicious rut of his hips and then he’s coming, too, releasing into the impossible grip of your body, groaning with every spurt of spend he fills you with.

“Fuck,” Din summarizes, once you both can catch your breath - once your legs start to loosen, jelly-weak as he pulls out gently, lowering your feet back to the ground. He’s suddenly nervous - worried he’s fucked this up, done the wrong thing, lost patience and paid for it with your scorn.

But your smile is brilliant as you beam up at him - your face radiant - flushed and sweaty. You are beautiful.

“Next time, don't waste time dropping hints,” you tell him, and then you reassure him with a laugh, and the wonderful feeling of your arms around his neck.

For a while, he just holds you close. And for a while, the bullets in his stomach are gone.

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crazygalore · 3 years

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GABRIEL MAY (MALIGNANT) NSFW ALPHABET

TW: mentions of dysmorphia, NSFW

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

Surprisingly, Gabriel actually NEEDS it, after each lovemaking session - no matter how gentle or how rough he was with you. He’ll draw the both of you a hot bath, and help you wash yourself. If you return the favour, this boy will positively melt, and let out tiny noises that sound suspiciously similar to little purrs. Afterwards, once he has patted your dry with a fluffy towel and dressed you in your favourite pyjamas, Gabriel will carry you to bed, and place you under the covers. Then, he will bring your favourite snacks and beverage, to enjoy while you huddle together to watch a movie before falling asleep.

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

Gabriel could never pick just one thing he loves about you - because he practically worships you body and soul. You are infinitely beautiful in his eyes, and the fact that you love and accept him for who he is feels like a miracle to him.

Since he doesn’t actually have a body of his own, he expresses his identity though clothes that he wears, which are different than the ones owned by Madison. Although they’re not body parts per say, he sees his leather coat and makeshift gold dagger as extensions of himself, and he enjoys donning them whenever he takes over his twin’s body. He will, sometimes, remain fully clothed during sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His pleasure is your pleasure, and he will make you cum as much as possible, if only to enjoy your desperate moans and whimpers.

Being transmasc and trapped his Madison’s body, he suffers from severe dysmorphia and doesn’t really enjoy being touched intimately. And, as stated HERE, he did communicate with his sister when the two of you decided to become intimate, because he felt like this specific situation called for his sister’s consent. She doesn’t have access to his memories regarding his sex life, though - which is for the best.

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

It’s not a secret that he loves watching you pleasure yourself. The first time he witnessed it, you weren’t aware he was there, lost as you were in the act, so he quietly enjoyed the show from the door, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his mangled mouth.

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

You are Gabriel’s first and only love, and the only person who ever saw him as a human being, worth of respect and adoration. So he doesn’t have that much experience, but he did his research and tried to learn as much as possible about the human body’s erogenous spots. That makes up for his lack of actual physical experience, at least most of the times. But since your guys’ relationship is based on trust, respect and communication, Gabriel is never ashamed to ask what works for you, and what doesn’t.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary, since he usually uses his mouth, fingers or a strap-on to pleasure you - and he wants to be able to look at your face, kiss your lips and hold you in his arms during sex. Gabriel is a very tactile person, and extremely touch-starved, so he actually NEEDS to be held, caressed and comforted. It’s the main reason why he enjoys making love to you so much, because the physical intimacy is something he’d never experienced before.

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

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly goofy, but he isn’t very stoic either. If anything awkward ensures during sex, he will try to make you laugh about it, so that you can relax and move on.

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

He doesn’t actually have a private area of his own, and its pretty much Madison’s business as to how she grooms her nether region. He doesn’t actually care about those parts, since he never uses them.

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

Very intimate, very romantic and very needy. As stated above, he craves physical contact, and he melts whenever you treat him with gentleness and affection. Hold him, kiss him, caress his scarred cheeks, and tell him how good he makes you feel, and Gabriel will be putty in your hands.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t actually partake in this act, as he doesn’t enjoy looking at, or touching the private parts of the body he shares with his sister. But sometimes, he fantasizes about what he would do to you, if he had a body of his own.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gabriel is surprisingly vanilla, but he can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. He will pin your wrists above your head, as he fucks you into the mattress, or guide you into touching yourself, his voice a mere growl coming from your phone’s speaker. Knife kink, maybe, but only when it comes to cutting off your clothes. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, so unless you insistently ask him to, Gabriel won’t hold his makeshift dagger to your throat, or drag its blade across your skin. After all, he has other ways to let out his violent frustrations, so he feels no need to bring that to the bedroom. He was hurt by people who abhorred him, and he returned the favour years later. Love and violence do not cross paths in Gabriel’s mind.

Also clothed sex, because he enjoys wearing his leather coat and gloves, as he teases your naked body mercilessly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere inside the house, but the bedroom is his favourite, because it’s more private and safe. Plus, he enjoys taking his time, so the bed is the most comfortable option when it comes to lengthy lovemaking sessions.

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

Whenever you treat Gabriel with kindness and love, he will feel the need to bring you pleasure, and show you just how much he covets you. For him, sex is a means of expressing his affection for you - it’s an act of adoration and gratitude.

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

He will NOT hurt you, ever, no matter how much you insist. You are the only person who has ever treated him right, and he cannot bear the thought of harming you in any way.

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

Enjoys giving, and is very enthusiastic about it. This boy will eat you out for hours, and has become fucking expert at it. He knows just how to angle his face, and use his teeth and tongue to cause you maximum pleasure. Your taste is heaven to him, and your needy moans and whimpers are music to his ears. He will edge you, he will overstimulate you, he will play your body like a violin, using his mouth and fingers alone.

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

Depends on the mood. Slow and sensual is his go to, but he can be rough if you ask him to. But regardless of the pace, Gabriel is ALWAYS very passionate, and completely dedicated to your pleasure. Also, this boy is inhumanly strong, so he may end up becoming rough without even realizing it - but in case it becomes too much, all you have to do is tell him, and Gabriel will apologise and treat you more gently.

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

Not opposed to them, but he prefers taking his time.

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

He’s willing to try anything, so long as it doesn’t cause you any actual harm. Hickeys and faint finger-shaped bruises happen a lot, since he doesn’t always calibrate his strength properly all the time.

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

Oh, he could go on forever. Remember he experiences pleasure exclusively through you, so he never gets tired of it.

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

Oh, yes, 100% a fan of toys, all of them meant to drive you utterly insane with pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most unfair and maddeningly patient tease to ever walk this Earth. He will edge you until you’re crying and begging for release - and only then will he CONSIDER to maybe let you cum.

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

Low growls and muffled moans are the best he can do - although he may use your phone’s speaker to talk dirty to you.

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

Gabriel really enjoys sucking on and playing with your nipples. And, yes, he has actually made you cum by solely teasing and fondling your chest.

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

As I said, he uses a strap-on, which is just the right length and thickness to bring you maximum pleasure. In fact, the more I think about it, the more inclined I am to believe he consulted with you before buying it.

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

I would say his sex drive is medium to low, so unless you initiate it - case in which he will be delighted to take you to the bedroom - he will rarely bring it up. But he does have his moments, when he simply craves your passionate embrace.

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

It depends. Sometimes he falls asleep as soon as aftercare has been performed, and sometimes he stays awake a little while longer, just to watch you sleep peacefully by his side.

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snakess-17 · 3 years

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sniper NSFW Alphabet

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

he knows he can get a little out of control during sex, however he will be a little too tired to do anything about it so he just passes you a damp towel to clean you up and then falls asleep.

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

his height, if that counts, he likes how he bows to you making it clear that he is much taller than you and has power over you in bed. as for you he likes your neck and shoulders, he likes to leave teeth marks and hickeys as a record of the night before.

C=Cum (anything to do with cum)

If he wants to cum in your mouth or chest, he will need a lot of persuasion if you want him to cum inside you, because children are not in on the plan.

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

he always has some article of your clothing hidden somewhere in his trailer. it can be your panties or just a t-shirt and these can have different uses, either just sniffing them to think about you or sniffing them to think about you while he masturbates.

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

he is not a virgin but he is not an encyclopedia either. he knows what is right and necessary, however he is always willing to keep learning to please you and make sure you are always satisfied.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He gives him the opportunity to spank and go at the pace he wants, and to be able to mark your back, neck or shoulders.

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

sex for him will always be an entertaining but intimate activity, he won't make jokes as such about it but he will always have a silly smile on his face.

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

He never cared about that and he won't do it now.

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

He is not very romantic about proposing as he is quite casual, they will be in his caravan relaxing and then suddenly he will say "do you want to do it? “

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he will do it even if you have sex every day, he was just used to doing it before you came along and he doesn't lose the old ways.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

sensory deprivation, over stimulation, pet names and a little bit of degradation, maybe deep down something to do with urine, what? you may never know.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He doesn't like to expose himself too much, let alone expose you to something like this at the hands of his team.

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

He likes to see you needy, he will probably let you beg a little to get what you need but his hard-on in his pants shows that he needs you just the same.

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

He will try everything at least once but nothing with blood or physical suffering, he turns it off immediately.

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

she prefers to receive than give, deep throats are a weakness she will mention very little, but she loves it when you give her oral in the morning when she just woke up or while she has some nosy spy at the base in her sights. however she will also give you oral, not very often unless you ask her to, as she also likes to see you blushing trying to formulate a way to ask her. she will over stimulate you and you will probably cum about 3 times before you get to the main act, also please sit on her face, she loves it.

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

it depends on the moment, however his favorite is fast and hard without being able to let you breathe and leave your ass red from the way his thrusts crash so hard. morning sex for example, is softer and gentler.

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

in favor of the quickies before starting a battle against the other team. however, they are not his favorite thing.

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

well he will try everything at least once as i mentioned before, he will also try (and thanks to that he knows he doesn't like) things that have to do with blood or physical pain like cutting and knife play, but if those things please you he might also have a more positive outlook on it and try it more often.

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

She will give you plenty of stamina, on average she will go about 4 long rounds with a 10 minute break. however she will give it to you until you are satisfied with it don't worry.

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

He is not very interested in toys as he does not know much about the subject and the variety of them, but if you are interested he will be willing to try them on him or on you, as you wish.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Quite teasing, likes to make you nervous about sex, to tell you specifically what you want, talk dirty or let you know that you are much smaller than he is by comparing hand and leg sizes and the like.

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

He is not afraid to be a little loud in the bedroom, other than little moans and grunts what you hear the most from him is dirty talk in the form of whispers.

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

I did some research on this and having sex during your period has a lot of benefits. want to try it?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

quite long yet thinner than average.

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

average, he won't be completely needy but don't let him forget about it either, maybe 4 or 3 times a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

both of you will be pretty exhausted after the act, so you will both be exhausted most of the time, so after you clean up and take what you need you will fall into each other's side.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 headcanons #team fortress 2 imagines #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader

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fucknathanieljacobs · 2 years

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Nate Jacobs & Cassie Howard: In The Dead of Night

Nate had never held Maddy, he had never truly held anyone, he had no desire to. What was the point of a momentary pause, a disruption rather, slipped between much more potentially lustful actions.The concept of physical intimacy outside of sexuality bored Nate to the point that he’d previously never cared to experience something so seemingly undesirable. Perhaps that disdain stemmed from the utter neglect of affection that burdened the pivotal years of his adolescence. In fact, the majority of his previous gestures in courtship had been feigned emulations of tired romantic standards or of tropes popularized by films and television; meaningless boxes of chocolate, hastily selected bouquets, or lingerie which was without a doubt more for his selfish pleasure than his partner’s. Even his dialogue choices within his relationships seemed to fall off the pages of scripted, tired Hallmark movies, mimicking empty lines he’d heard recited before. He would go through the motions vacantly, incapable of feeling a truth to the “love” he had convinced himself was present.

That was however, until he witnessed Cassie Howard cry on New Years Eve; the small of her back pressed tightly against the frame of the door, her baby doll eyes wide with the sheer terror of a circumstansial possibility that had yet to even happen as she desperately searched his gaze, pleading silently with him for guidance as the gentle warmth of her cry began to cascade down upon flushed cheeks. There was danger in the moment and not simply from the pounding fists of his impatient ex girlfriend booming upon the opposing side of the wood of the door; one hasty movement, he felt as if he could crush Cassie entirely as her delicate, nearly angelic head rested between the calloused skin of his two palms, heavy hands instantly softened as his thumb lightly began to stroke the damp flesh of her porcelain cheek. In front of the boy who felt nothing was the girl who felt everything. Nate was entirely fascinated by Cassie; how could something so fragile exist in such an unforgiving world? There was a strength in her that his emotionally stunted youth would forever prevent himself from comprehending fully but he felt deeply privileged to witness her as she was truly art.

He felt a sacred power in familiarizing himself with her fragility and knew without hesitancy that from that moment onward, he would go to any length to protect her exquisite vulnerability.

Any length including facing the demons head on that his father had left scattered in his wake. Laying to rest the inherited shame of his past enough to attempt to dig out any fraction of a heart he had buried under his aggressive, guarded exterior in order to allow Cassie in would be essential to embarking forward into this new chapter with her. Perhaps to an outsider, seemingly spontaneously moving this girl into his home cloaked in the dark shadows of the midnight hour would be an act of extremity but to Nate, it was strategically calculated planning, the culmination of his unconventional personal redemption arc and above all, it was the next logical step in protecting her. She belonged to him, that he knew from the moment she smiled in his direction from the moonlight stained passenger seat of his truck that fateful night, but what was completely uncharted territory for the football star was that for the first time in his life, he felt as if he irrevocably belonged to another in return. 38 missed calls later and he had not recoiled from her affection, and be it Maddy, he knew his phone would have been thrown across the room after berating her for her impatience. He needed Cassie close, all of her, in every form and as her palms frantically pushed against his brawny frame, he knew what it felt to yearn to hold another, to simply exist in the peace of the aftermath of the skepticism and judgment and pain they had trudged their way through to end up there in that moment, alone together in his bedroom, or rather for the foreseeable future, *their* bedroom. His eyes fluttered to a brief close, cherishing the rarity of this experience he felt he had waged a lifelong war with himself to reach. Nate’s lips fell upon the crown of her head, pressing a deep, lingering kiss upon the golden strands of her hair, trailing his lips downward to land steadily upon her forehead. As he seemingly towered over her, his body slumped slightly to match her height, his arms remained enveloped around her petite figure, holding her, *actually holding her* without the thought to rush forward to whatever came next. He needed her to feel safe and Nate Jacobs ached to be her safety. Replacing his lips with his forehead, he ran his palms upward, tracing over the fabric of her clothing until they settled into place upon her cheeks, his gaze immediately taking hers.

“I…think you may be my fucking world, Cassie.”

His tone was low and gruff yet inquisitive, almost as if he was discovering the depth of his emotional attachment as he spoke.

“I’m not a good person, Cassie, that is no secret. It’s always been me against the world but for some fucking reason, I need you by my side. I’ve done things you couldn’t even begin to fathom….but the way you look at me, this blind faith you have in me…I have this desire to do it all a little differently now.”

The last letter of his sentence lingered in the settled quiet of the room and he searched her expression for any concept of her reaction to this hurricane they had found themselves in the eye of.

#euphoria #Euphoria RP #euphoriaroleplay #euphoriarp #NATE JACOBS #nate jacobs rp #natejacobs #nate jacobs roleplay #natejacobsrp #roleplay #roleplayer #role play #tumblr roleplay #euphoria roleplay #cassie howard #nate and cassie #writing #fanfic #fan fiction

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marlena-immortale · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet (Thomas)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A puddle. Thomas would be a puddle after sex. All fucked out and not able to form a complete sentence. He’d just wanna cuddle up to you and stay in your arms forever. You’d have to reassure him that you'll be right back when you go get a cloth to clean him up. And he’d be on top of you, so fucking clingy, the rest of the night.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his own body is his hands. He is so proud to be able to make you feel good with his long slender fingers. And he knows you have a thing for them so he makes sure to play with them and move them around when he catches you staring. You can’t blame him either because they are just so beautiful and you want them all over you all the time. His favorite body part of yours is your hips. His favorite thing is to grip on to them while you bounce up and down on his cock. Not guiding you or moving you, just letting you fuck yourself on him while using his hands on your hips as his only tether to reality while you fuck his brains out.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

He would spill sooo much cum when you finally let him let go of all his pent up release. There would be thick white ropes dripping all over his chest and stomach after you jerk him off.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This boy’s got plenty of dirty secrets, that he’s a little bit ashamed of, that he’ll slowly reveal, knowing that you’d never judge him for anything he’s into or wants to try. One thing that took him a while to let himself indulge in with you is his desire to be totally at your mercy and completely submit to you. He wants to be tied up, blindfolded, and told he’s your pretty little bitch. But once he does tell you, it’s become his second nature to get on his knees and bow his head everytime you give him a certain look.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have very much experience but don't worry, he gets off on you teaching him. You’d have to show how to properly make someone feel good and guide his tentative hands where you want them and tell him exactly what you want him to do and call him a good boy when he does it right.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

He loves it when you’re on top riding him, setting the pace and pinning him down to the bed. He likes to feel your weight on top of him, grounding him. Or, if he’s the one getting fucked, he likes you pounding into you in missionary so he can stare at your pretty face while he lays back and takes all the pleasure you’re willing to give him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he’s too far gone to be cheeky but when you’re just getting started teasing or if you both are wanting something more vanilla for the night, he can be very cute and goofy, always messing around and making little jokes every once in a while.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s got cute little blond curls all over that you just can’t help but run your fingers through any chance you get.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Thomas is very intimate but still very submissive. He loves to have you closely pressed against him at all times to feel your love for him in your breaths against his skin and little kisses left on his face and neck and warm skin pressed against him.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is constantly jacking off whenever he gets any alone time. Unless of course you punish him by not letting him touch himself because he's a good boy and he knows how to follow your commands even when he doesn’t want to. He knows that his domme knows best.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obviously he loves your d/s dynamic as well as bondage and pegging. But, something else he really enjoys is a little bit of pain. And not just as punishment, he likes the pain especially during sex. It drives him wild when you bite down hard on his neck or thighs, sometimes even drawing a little blood, or when you scratch your nails hard down his back, or when you fuck into him just a little too hard to overwhelm him a bit.

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

He’d be down to fuck just about anywhere and any time you want. He loves to be pushed into the nearest lockable room. Or, maybe even a little mild public play with you softly running your fingertips along the exposed skin of his thighs or his chest or his palm and sensitive inner wrist. Or with you planting wet kisses on his neck while he shudders in your embrace, secretly hoping someone sees.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do. Seeing you lick a drop of ice cream that fell onto your hand; he’s instantly hard. You bend over to pick something up and a little more of your skin is showing

or reach up and your shirt rides up; he’s instantly hard. You innocently brush past him while walking, he’s instantly hard. This boy is obsessed with you and his body definitely makes that clear for you even if he tries to hide it.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like to take charge but you don’t seem to have a problem with that. You love to have him under your control.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Always such a good boy, he’ll stay down there for as long as you like him to. And, he absolutely thrives off of being crushed between your thighs and you sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his pretty mouth and nose and using him just to reach your own orgasm.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck him hard and fast till his mind is turned to mush and he’ll be happy. In those rare times when he’s on top, bouncing up and down on your strap, he’ll be completely pliable in your hands guiding his hips on top of yours while his head rests on your chest letting out moans and whimpers and incoherent words that sound vaguely like your name.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Again, he’d be down ot fuck anywhere and any time and you know exactly how to make him cum so quickly. He’d be so blushy and subby afterwards too, all flustered and warm when someone tries to talk to him. He’d need you by his side the rest of the outing, clinging onto you all smiley and happy while everyone else gives you knowing looks.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s definitely game to experiment whenever you want to try something new and puts all his trust in you no matter what. Not to mention, Thomas is such an exhibitionist and doing things in public is his favorite risk to take.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Poor baby can never last very long when he has a pretty woman touching him. He’ll be ready to burst so quickly once you get your hands on him.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His favorite toy is of course your strap and the many ...ahem… attachments you have just for him. You prefer the big pink one that takes plenty of prep to fit inside him. He also loves your more painful toys too, as much as he begs and pleads for you to stop, he knows he has a safeword to use if he ever wants to and he secretly loves the punishment anyway.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would never last if he tried to tease you. You, on the other hand, love to tease him. Seeing him get all desperate and whiny is absolute heaven. You’d give him soft little touches and kisses all over his body except where he wants them most. He’d be so desperate you’d have to pin his hands down so he doesn’t touch himself in the meantime.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thomas is so fucking loud. Such a whiny little bitch. You’d have to make sure to stuff or cover his mouth when you’re in a place where you could get caught. When you’re in private though, he would nuzzle his face in your neck and his little whimpers would reverberate through you.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thomas loves when you check in on him during a scene. He knows it’s just to make sure he’s still ok, but it just feels so intimate and sweet to him. You always take a second and lean down to brush the hair out of his face and wipe his stray tears away and place little kisses on his cheeks and nose and ask how he’s feeling or if he wants to continue. It always brings a smile to his face, even in the middle of a punishment.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is quite large. Very long but not super thick. It would feel so good inside you and would look so pretty all red and leaky, dripping all over his stomach. It would get all twitchy at the slightest touch or the feel of your breath over it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is so high. This boy’s gotta get off every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Whenever you’re not fucking him, he’s getting himself off. He’s ready to go at just about any moment.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aw, poor boy is so tired afterwards. After his last orgasm of the night, he’s already half asleep and by the time you’re done cleaning him up, he’s snoring sweetly in your arms.

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glitch-zero · 3 years

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Brahms Heelshire Nsfw Alphabet

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Oh, he’ll let you clean up, usually. But keep in mind that sex always will end in cuddles. No doubt about it. Even if you get up to shower, Brahms willl go and follow you in eventually, demanding as usual.

B: Bodypart (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Brahms loves his chest. His broad shoulders too. Makes him look all mighty and strong, which isn’t a lie.

Brahms also really likes it when you lay on said chest and shoulders.

His partner?... he can’t decide. Whatever he can hold and/or fondle is fair game in his eyes.

…

Though he does like a nice rack. And love handles.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Even if he’s caught up in the heat of the moment, Brahms still somewhat of a gentleman and will warn you when he’s about to bust one so you can avoid it; or direct it away from your face.

Though if given permission, this man will nut in you every chance he gets. He much prefers to fill you.

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

Oh. Oh, this man is into watching you do everything. He’ll jerk off into your underwear while watching you shower. He’s a stinky man that can get away with jerking off behind a wall.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced at all, but all that lack of sex in his earlier years makes it seem like he’s real good.

All that awkwardness dissolves once you get him going. If he’s on top, he can take the reigns.

F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

If you asked Brahms, (with the knowledge that he’ll freeze up and blush so hard his mask turns all hot), he would say he wouldn’t know. Whatever gets the job done.

But he does enjoy holding his partner’s hands. He’s adamant about that.

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

Brahms takes it pretty seriously. And even if he’s making a silly face during, it’s not going to stop him from drilling into you till you scream bloody murder.

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

Have you seen this man. Do you think this man, having an ungroomed head of hair, a thick ass beard, chest hair so thick it makes him sweat, has perfectly hairless junk.

He’s swamped down there.

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

Very intimate. Brahms loves proving how much he adores you. How much he wants to make sweet love to you. Now, he isn’t as poetic as that, but he loves to make sure you’re appreciated every second you’re screwing.

This man cannot fuck. He makes love that just happens to also include fucking your brains out.

J: Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

This man has the whole inner walls of the house to himself. He can drop trou and crank one out whenever he wishes, moaning as loud as he wants.

Then again, if you’re in the same room (expanded on letter K), he’ll pipe down and won’t be as vigorous.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

MAJOR VOYEUR. As I’ve said, this man can watch anyone and anything at all times behind the walls. He loves to watch you masturbate, hear you moan, hear you at your most private. Double points if you moan his name. (He actually might barrel out of the wall and spice things up, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

As much hype Brahms gives watching others, he doesn’t like to be watched. He likes to be in control, and he just doesn’t want to be spectated. Give this poor man some head.

Brahms’s other kinks include mild choking and clothing fetishism. He does like biting, but you’re going to have to fish that kink out of him. He’ll kill a man but there’s no way he’ll bite his beloved without consent.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

You’re alone in this giant mansion. You’re getting that Brahms cock everywhere.

But his favorite place? His room. He loves it, makes him feel good. Surrounded by his territory. You both are safe here, no one’s getting caught, even if it were possible.

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

He’s so easy to turn on. Brahms is so touched starved it’s not even funny at this point. Just tell him he looks ‘kinda hot’ and you’ve earned yourself a clingy, horny Brahms for the rest of the day.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Please don’t degrade him, oh my god he’s going to cry. He needs to be praised, he needs to be reinforced, tell what he’s doing is good. It’s more rewarding anyway for both parties.

Don’t light candles/use candle wax either, that should be a given. You can probably get away with incense, but even still.

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

Brahms enjoys head as much as the next guy, but the moment you show him some new trick or maneuver he’ll enjoy it a whole lot more. He’s a very dramatic receiver and will not stop looking at you. Hope you like eyes being burned into the crown of your head.

Don’t underestimate his giving skills though. He’s not well versed in oral, but the moment he hits your sweet spot he’s going to absolutely pounce on it. He can feign skill pretty well.

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

It all depends on how he’s feeling; Brahms doesn’t choose one over the other. His sweet innocent voice makes it seem like the latter, but don’t be surprised when you get the pounding of your life. It’s just how he is, be ready for both (unless you explicitly ask)!

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

He doesn’t mind a quickie! He’ll bend you over the dining table or pin you to the laundry room wall. Brahms is a big pushover though, and if you want to take it to the bedroom, he’ll carry you right over!

Brahms also enjoys quickies for the sake of how many positions can he get you in! All depends on the room.

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

Not much to risk, unfortunately. Living in a big empty house, far away from the big city. He could fuck you on that tiny balcony as much as he wants, but there’s no risk of you both getting caught (plus it’s England and cold, don’t do it outside hello).

If there was a chance, even, he’s game. He’s been jerking off in the walls for years now without so much as a peep, he knows he can shush.

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

He’s always satisfied with a single round, but you better be in for the long haul if you want to wear him out for good. He loves your enthusiasm! But don’t be surprised if on round four you’re exhausted. Your determination is funny to Brahms, but he’s a horny man!

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

Brahms totally would have a fleshlight, wouldn’t he. He’d be a creep and fix your underwear on it. But I don’t think he’d own one; he prefers to not leave the house and his parents would never buy such a crude item.

I think vibrators would be too overwhelming. He’d be happy to try, though. He’ll always humor you!

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Fuck yes, Brahms loves to tease. He’ll grab your waist, tickle your neck with his beard. He won’t take his mask off, but you can feel his hot breath emanating from inside.

He haaates being teased though. He gets all huffy, he immediately thinks that you want sex now, but when you step away to make lunch is the moment he gets cranky. How can you leave him like this!!! You know how easily worked up he gets!!!

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

Very. Sure, you’d think Brahms prefers to be quiet during his life in the walls, but he’s just a ball of loud moans, ranging in severity. His voice gets all loud and squeaky, begging and whining, you’d wonder if he’s crying at this point.

W: Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Hugs are the only thing that doesn’t rile him up. He recognizes that hold as something sweet, something to treasure, something he’s never felt in so long. Brahms loves to be doted on.

Unless you buck on his hips. Oho, don’t get him started.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Bushy man. Decently thick. Perfectly rounded tip that has a slight curve. Cut. Seven inches when hard. Sports a noticeable thick vein trailing on the side.

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

Everything gets him hard. It’s not difficult to turn him on, just looking at his junk can make a night different.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Most of the time, he’ll park himself on the nearest nappable surface and pass out with you.

#brahms smut #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #horror #slashers #im a simp

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the-greendalehumanbeings · 2 years

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Bridgerton Season 2 Thoughts

- it could have been so much better

- the chemistry and acting between Kate and Anthony was definitely good. in fact it is literally the saving grace of the show because the writing isn’t doing it any favours. honestly at times it did not feel like they were the leads.

- during Kate and Anthony scenes, I was only looking at Simone. She was amazing!!😍

- their first meeting, pall mall, bee sting scene and that dance during episode 4 were literally the best parts of the first five episodes.

- so many of their scenes needed to be longer. the hunting scene with them closing their eye- that should have been much longer. same with the library scene- it was wayyyyy to short. they should have been allowed time to bond. the scene where anthony comes out of the lake. tbh the shot should have lingered. it lasts like 3 seconds.

- did anyone else feel like the editing rushed everything?? like they had so much subplot every single scene felt like it was trying to go as fast as possible so we could get to the next one and fit everything in. even that scene abt honour, the way it was filmed or edited felt very jarring. (maybe that was the point but it did not work for me).

- this show starts out too slow. honestly everything went uphill after the almost wedding scene. the story picked up after that and it was the first time I felt any real excitement.

- it definitely felt like people had different visions for this season. it starts out as enemies to lovers, then this love triangle then this forbidden love thing and frankly it did not work. it was too rushed.

- the changes they made to Kates family’s backstory really shafted the relationship between the Sharmas. it was done for Kate to parallel Anthony’s character and I’m annoyed we didn’t get to see enough interactions with these three desi woman. Mary should have been in this more.

- Kate going back to India made zero sense. like was she just going to leave her entire family in England and be alone?? And Mary and Edwina were just ok with it??

- Kate and Anthony needed more scenes bonding and having fun like pall mall. like they needed to build up that emotional bond and intimacy more. bc all of that yearning and pining?? i did not believe it at all. and the actors were giving it their all, but there is so much going on in the background that it almost gets lost.

- I’m going to pretend that I never said anything bad about book!edwina. Edwina in the show felt like a lamb being sent to the slaughter. they made her way to naive which really took a lot of depth away from her.

- they should have atleast let Kate and Anthony have sex dreams abt each other. i mean they were already emotionally cheating. might as well make it worth the audiences time.

- the scene with violet and anthony flashbacks were honestly so good and tragic. one of my favourite parts. violet giving birth is probs one of the most emotional moments. the fact that the choice is between HER life and HER child and the doc is just ignoring her bc she’s a woman. and instead asking Anthony (poor guy). I mean imagine that.

- it really pisses me off we don’t get Sharma family flashbacks. Kates trauma is completely ignored. it would have given her and the Sharma family more depth.

- frankly this show tries to way too hard on the pining and the whole duty vs honour thing. which really made it a slog bc frankly K and A were just making a lot of dumb choices. plus Anthony choosing Kate meant he gets to do his duty + follow his heart.

- the most relatable moment was when benedict asked Anthony if he would shut up about ‘duty’

- this show was cowardly - they should have had K and A marry despite the scandal (would have driven home the whole duty be heart thing). instead they had the Queen okay it so the rest of the ton fell in line 🙄.

- the less said about the india storyline the better. the only positive was that they didn’t say that love solved colonialism.

- the show really though it did something when it revealed Kates indian name 🙄. I would not be suprised if they patted themselves on the backs after coming up with that. They couldn’t even pronounce Sharma correctly.

- I am confused by everyone talking abt the pining?? the forbidden love was sooo forced and dragged on. my sister is the type of person to was a 21 episode season literally just for one couple. and she stopped watching after ep 7.

-THE EPILOGUE!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

-Epilogue >>>>>> show.

- honestly only the epilogue scene made me realise what pple were talking abt when they said insane chemistry.

- their ENTIRE epilogue dynamic is what Kate and Anthony needed more of. The whole angsty thing did NOT work for them.

- the playful bantering and teasing is where JB and SA chemistry got to shine. I am annoyed we didn’t see more of that. Bc I didn’t feel like K and A even enjoyed each other’s company until then.

- overall the season felt lacklustre- bogged down by side plots and that angst. tbh that love triangle didn’t do it any favours either.

- I do not care how accurate book to screen adaptions are. I do not expect them to be. but the chemistry between the two was more suited to for the playful friends-with-benefits marriage thing the book version had.

- seriously this show should have had more scenes with them being playful together. I cannot stress this enough

- I will watch S3 purely for the married Kanthony scene bc they that was the superior dynamic.

- the chemistry in the epilogue!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

- this season was held together by JB and SA acting

#bridgerton

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