#AND HE HOLDS THE WORLD IN HIS HAND; WISHING TO EXPLORE EVERY INCH BEFORE EXPIRATION.

[otonymous]

Your first time headcanons for Ikesen Masamune and Yukimura are amazing!!! I really love reading them! Not because I’m a horny mf (okay maybe) but they’re really well written and really embody the characters. Would you do one for Kenshin to please?

Hi dear Anon and @dani677​!  Thank you both so much for your comments and asks! 💕 I’ve combined the answers since your questions are so similar, so get ready for A LOT of reading!  

And don’t worry dear Anon, when it comes to Kenshin, I am also a horny MF 😂 Hope you both enjoy these HCs!

Warnings:  NSFW/18+: explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Slight spoilers for Kenshin’s MS.  Potential trigger warning: bondage.

Even Gods Fall in Love: Intimacy, First Times & Erotic Triggers for Uesugi Kenshin (Ikesen HC)

Make love, not war: How does it feel to lie with the God of War?

Sex with Kenshin is INTENSE like the man himself

Light-hearted is not in his vocabulary, and love making is no exception

It is a serious, passionate affair, practically a spiritual experience — two separate entities coming together physically and spiritually to become one — think Tantric sex

Hence, quickies are really not his style, but all the same, he will never pass up the opportunity to have sex with you

In fact, Kenshin doesn’t do casual sex.  He doesn’t have a particularly high sex drive (unless he’s in a committed relationship), and would rather go without than sleep with someone he had no feelings for

Once he’s found that special someone however, watch out because he’ll be down to dip his wick 24/7 (why do you think rabbits are so inexplicably drawn to him?!)

He can and will go wherever, whenever — it doesn’t matter as long as no one else can see your naked perfection (or else they can kiss their eyes goodbye)

Once Kenshin has decided you’re the one, he will love you forever and a day.  Even something as trivial as death could never alter his love for you  10000% would watch over you as a ghost if he passes first

It’s no secret that the man’s thoughts can border on obsession, especially when it comes to you.  And although he is trying to overcome it, his past has left him irrevocably scarred.  He still struggles with an intense fear of losing you and it leaves him feeling lost and helpless, something he finds difficult to accept — it is at times like these that love making will be crucial in helping him get a grip

So while he has moved beyond keeping you safe by locking you up in a cell or his castle (thank god), the act of physical intimacy is the one area where he can feel as deeply connected to you, physically and spiritually, as possible

It is as if the man wants to become one with you in the truest sense of the word, his alone to love and protect forever

Therefore, sex with Kenshin would both reflect and encourage this sense of bonding

His favourite positions will be ones where he can hold you as close to him as possible while he’s buried deeply in you: Missionary, Side-By-Side, Lotus, Spooning (basically any position where he can fuck you with as much skin-to-skin and eye contact as possible)

There’s a real need for Kenshin to feel every single twitch of pleasure in your body, sense the heat emanating from your skin every time your precious heart beats to send the blood rushing through your veins

Look into his eyes, for he will always be seeking yours.  And try not to gasp when you see the vulnerability in those tender pools of blue and green.  Kenshin will bare his soul to you and only you.  And nowhere do his walls crumble faster than when you’re making love

A single session can cycle from love making that’s tender, gentle and sweet to something that’s absolutely primal and unbridled, and then back again.  Wash, rinse, repeat.

Kenshin’s love embodied in a song: “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden

First Kiss:

Kenshin will have his eyes open for most of it, if not all

The man doesn’t want to miss a thing.  He wants to see every reaction: the pink that suffuses your cheeks, the barely perceptible flutter of your eyelashes, the slight lift of your brows in euphoria

He is trying to sear the moment into his mind — life is so ephemeral, he often feels like memories are all he has; that try as he might, they’re the only things he can hold onto

Hence, Kenshin engages all of his senses when he kisses you (or is intimate with you in general) to commit as much colour and detail to memory as possible

He is drunk on the smell of your skin, the warm silkiness of your lips, the taste of your mouth, the blooms of crimson on your cheeks, the breathless whimpers that reach his ears — all that you are is this man’s greatest aphrodisiac

The kiss starts off delicately slow: gentle presses, the soft brushing of lips against each other, mouths tentatively opening to accept hesitant licks from shy tongues

Kenshin will drop tiny kisses at the corners of your lips, and you will never have felt so cherished before in your life

He needs to touch you, feel you under his skin: his long, elegant fingers — which never shook when wielding the weight of his blade — will tremble as they move to frame your face, weave through your hair, circle the shell of your ears.  Kiss his hands as they’re tracing the line of your jaw and you’ll have him in the palm of your hand (as if you didn’t already)

Then, the kiss grows in intensity as Kenshin suddenly becomes ravenous: his tongue is pushing further into your mouth, greedily exploring and tasting every inch, testing your limits until you need to gently push him away so you can breathe again

Seeing him in this moment, it strikes you once again just how ethereally beautiful the man is: fair hair falling over delicate features, eyes so dark with desire they almost mask his heterochromia, flushed cheeks that naturally draw the eyes to the masculine lines of his sharp jaw

Perhaps he really is a god amongst men

You barely have a chance to inhale before his lips are on yours again, passionately insistent as his tongue pushes at the seam of your mouth, begging for re-entry

Pack your Sengoku era equivalent of chapstick and be prepared for swollen lips: Kenshin will be kissing you for a very, very long time

Declaration of Love:

Kenshin will be the first to say “I love you,” and he will tell you early on in your relationship

It is rare for Kenshin to find someone he deems worthy of his time and attention, and even rarer for him to fall in love

Once he does though, he falls hard and will not hesitate to try and get what he wants — the man is incredibly straight-forward and doesn’t play games

If he loves you, you will know it, by way of both action and words

You are initially taken aback when the Lord of Echigo tells you he loves you within the first week of your relationship

This is no dramatic declaration and there is no prior planning.  Kenshin simply says what he feels as he wanders the streets of Kasugayama’s castle town with you

“I love you.”

Surprised, you turn to him, thinking it impossible for Kenshin to be serious when you’ve barely spent enough time together to be able to judge whether or not you truly love a person.  Surely, he must be mistaking infatuation or the excitement of a new relationship with love…

But then you see the look in his eyes and are struck dumb

The light in his soft gaze is wise beyond his years, reasoned and measured, tempered by some mysterious intelligence that speaks to the truth of his words: the God of War loves you — you are the first and will be the last person to ever make him feel this way.  The strength of his conviction shakes you to your core, and you know that you cannot, will not, ever doubt him again

Kenshin wasn’t expecting an answer from you, he just wanted you to know the extent of his feelings and the sincerity of his intentions

So he is absolutely beside himself with happiness when you respond in kind — it is more than he could ever wish for

The First Night:

Although Kenshin was quick to tell you he loved you, he will be excruciatingly slow to take you to bed

You will partake in hot and heavy make-out sessions: tons of kissing, lots of heavy petting and grinding up against each other for hours on end but still NO SEX

You’re so pent up you accidentally snapped at Shingen (and then apologized profusely when you saw the crestfallen look on his face)

At first, you’ll wonder if it’s something you said or did.  Even worse, you’ll start to wonder whether Kenshin has fallen out of love with you.

But when you finally gather up your courage to broach the subject with him, you’ll discover that he was holding back out of fear of breaking you with the intensity of his love and feelings

Cradle his face between your hands as you solemnly whisper that you need him to fuck you immediately or else you will expire on the spot

Invite him to assess the sturdiness of your body for himself by running his hands up and down your body.  Tell him to seek proof that you’re stronger than you appear, and that the only thing that would break is your will to hold back any longer should nothing continue to happen

The God of War goes slack-jawed when you suddenly undress before him, but the shock only lasts for a second before the fire ignites in his eyes.  Your breath hitches at the sight, for it reminds you of the way Kenshin looks on the battlefield in the middle of a particularly good fight: he is a man possessed, so singularly focused on his goal the rest of the world could crumble around him and it would be nothing more than a mere annoyance.  During times of war, he’s acting on an instinct to kill.  But here, the vision of you bared before him stirs some other primal desire that incites him to claim you, ravish you…ruin you for anyone else by making you irrevocably his

And when you finally see him fully naked for the first time, it is your turn to be speechless: you’ve always figured Kenshin would be fit beneath his clothes, but the man looks like Michelangelo’s David come to life, and despite the odd battle scar here and there, his skin is incredibly fair (yes, we are jealous, and stop staring, the man is staring to blush)

Kenshin’s hands are cool on your skin, as they’ve always been.  But this is offset by the blazing heat of his mouth and tongue roaming across the surfaces of your body

Kenshin really wants to know everything about you and will take his time finding out.  Just lay back, relax and enjoy watching and feeling Kenshin explore every part of your body with his mouth, tongue and fingers

You find proof of the God of War’s divinity when he goes down on you: Kenshin’s oral skills are so damn good, they transport you straight to heaven.  You almost black out when he adds his long, deft fingers into the mix

By the time Kenshin is finally ready to penetrate you, you are so impatient with desire that you’ve wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and are rubbing up on him like it’s nobody’s business

The man must know a thing or two about the wonders of delayed gratification because when he finally enters you, the anticipation has got you so aroused and swollen with desire that every move he makes within you has got you screaming into the bedclothes like a madwoman.  But don’t worry, Kenshin looooves it when you get loud for him 😏

If you thought the intercourse itself would be anything like Kenshin’s foreplay — soft, slow and sweet — you are in for a surprise

Sure, it starts off that way.  Kenshin does want you to be able to handle his above-average length after all, so he will give you the opportunity to acclimatize to the sensation of feeling full to bursting with him inside you

But once you do, the God of War will be holding you close, looking deeply into your eyes and dropping tender kisses on your face and neck as he jackhammers into you (is it even humanly possible for hips to move that fast?  You have half a mind to ask Sasuke in the most discreet way possible afterwards)

Dimensions: Kenshin’s cock is as beautiful as he is.  Above-average length and average girth.  But the way he uses it is anything but average

Just when you think he is on the verge of cumming, Kenshin will pull back into gentle, unhurried love making — the man is the undisputed KING of prolonged orgasms (a single session can last for hours)

Things will get messy — yes, you will have to change the bedclothes before finally retiring for the night (when you actually get a chance to sleep — see above)

If you allowed it, the man would definitely prefer to cum in you, as he views the act as the pinnacle of intimacy and bonding.  What better way to become one than by actually leaving a part of himself deep within you?

Aftercare: stay where you are and don’t move a muscle.  Taking care of you after you’ve been intimate is a point of pride for Kenshin.  Not like you’d be able to move anyways after that pounding.  You know what, take the next morning off too.

Erotic Triggers/Kinks:

Body worship: Kenshin especially loves the areas which are particularly delicate and vulnerable, like the nape of your neck, your hands and fingers, your ankles

Absolutely lives for you to sit on his face — the man can go for hours

Loves, loves, loves your lips.  Loves to stare at them while you speak and is entranced by how nimbly expressive they are, changing from smiles and smirks to frowns and pouts with ease.  He loves their smoothness, their warmth, their taste, their colour.  Just another reason why this man adores kissing you

Has a love/hate relationship with bondage: Kenshin knows he cannot and should not keep you under lock and key like he initially tried to, but he also cannot help but feel incredibly aroused at the sight of you so beautifully tied up and entirely at his mercy.  You’ll have to convince him that this is something you enjoy doing as well, explain to him that the existence of mutual consent and understanding makes this a completely different situation from being involuntarily imprisoned, and introduce him to the concept of boundaries and “safewords”

Good conversation is actually Kenshin’s biggest trigger.  The man could spend hours on end just talking with you, learning to see the world in an entirely new way through your eyes.  

Your take on the meaning of life, happiness and sorrow is so foreign to Kenshin that he is absolutely fascinated by you

Because of this, the sound of your voice has turned into an erotic trigger for him 

Talk dirty to him.  Nothing gets the God of War off faster than your voice gasping into his ear that you belong to him now and forever as he’s pounding you to within an inch of your life

You made it to the end!  Thanks for reading and check out more of my work here! 📚

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Artistic Merit

Rated: E

Artistic Merit

Ever since starting her scholarship to the art college, Belle had made no secret of her fascination with erotic art. She had always loved the idea of making the unseen seen, of taking private moments and putting them on public display, showing the world that there was no shame in the joys of sex and intimacy, and normalising it into something that was commonplace and yet still had the capacity to entice and excite.

Indeed, after years of studying the subject, Belle could still feel her pulse quicken when she looked at a particularly sensual piece, and more than once she had found her fingers creeping down towards the apex of her thighs in the most unlikely of places as she worked and researched.

Naturally, when she’d found out about the exhibition at the local gallery, which would include a showcase from one of her own professors, no less, she’d jumped at the chance to uncover more art and new ways of painting pleasure onto paper, and whatever other media she could find.

Belle walked slowly through the pieces, drinking in the atmosphere and feeling the first embers of desire begin to burn between her legs. The images were truly beautiful, and Belle found herself thinking about them from the other side of the camera or paintbrush. What would it be like to pose for such artwork? To perform such acts of love and self-pleasure for the silent artist audience. It was one thing to view art after it was made, but to be a part of its making was quite another.

She had purposefully left Professor Gold’s area of the exhibition until last, knowing that he would be there, and that she would want to speak to him about it. He was standing off to one side as she entered his room, speaking to someone Belle recognised as one of the gallery owners. He acknowledged her with a nod, and she fell to admiring his work.

There was a dream-like, fairy-tale quality in Gold’s painting, which only added to the allure of his work, and it matched perfectly to his subject matter. The main centrepiece of his exhibition was a series of erotic illustrations of classic tales. Red Riding Hood was riding her wolfman, head thrown back in ecstasy as her red cloak slipped to show a peek of bare nipple. The beast was transformed back into a man with his beauty’s love, kneeling naked and vulnerable before her. The little mermaid explored the new bits between her new legs as she stood on the beach in the moonlight.

Belle felt the all too familiar pull of arousal in her belly, and she shifted her hips, feeling wet on her gusset already.

“What do you think?” Gold came over to her, holding out a glass of champagne. Belle had already had one when she’d first arrived – it was cheap and acidic, but she accepted gratefully, hoping that it would stop her being tongue-tied. She’d had a little bit of a crush on her professor since the start of her course, but now that she was here, with him and all of his erotic work, it had developed into something much hotter and more full-bodied.

“I like it,” she said. “I like how the women are all in control and owning their sexual agency. It would be so easy to have something like the princess chained up naked in the dragon’s tower or something like that, but you allow these women to enjoy sex and to own their nudity.”

“A woman’s sexuality is an incredibly powerful thing,” Gold said. “Why do you think that everyone has always tried so hard to suppress it?”

Belle nodded her agreement. “Yes, that is an excellent point.” She looked again at the pictures. “No Snow White or Sleeping Beauty?”

“Slight consent problem there, trying to make those ones erotic. Especially considering the original Grimm tales.”

“What about Cinderella?”

Gold chuckled. “You’re very welcome to continue the series yourself if you wish. I’m happy to accept a collaborator.”

“No, I don’t think it would be the same, not being in your style. Mine’s bolder, yours is more delicate. It wouldn’t work. But…” Belle’s heart leapt to her mouth, unable to believe she was even thinking about making the suggestion. “I’d be happy to be your muse. I’d give you the ideas and pose for them, and you could put them into paintings for me.”

Gold looked at her, his expression unreadable.

“You’d pose for my erotic art?” he asked. There was a huskiness in his voice, a note of desire.

“I’ve posed nude for life drawing classes before,” Belle said.

“Ah, but this is very different.”

“I’m counting on it, Professor Gold.”

There was barely an inch between them now, and Belle could see the flecks of deep gold in his chocolate brown eyes.

“In that case, I’d be happy to accept your proposal,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, and Belle knew that they were talking about so much more than just posing for pictures. “My studio’s only a few minutes’ walk away, and I might expire from boredom if I have to spend any more time with these pretentious idiots.” He looked over his shoulder at the gallery owner. “Shall we get started right away?”

Belle nodded. “That sounds like an excellent idea to me.”

They left the gallery together, and they did not speak much as they covered the short distance to Gold’s studio. It was as if they both knew that the moment would only really begin once they were inside the space where the art would occur.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Gold asked. “Tea or coffee, perhaps, to counteract that rank excuse for champagne that they were serving at the gallery?”

“Tea sounds lovely, thank you.” Belle hung up her coat as Gold went over to the small kitchen area in the corner of the studio, filling the electric kettle and getting mugs and teabags. Belle had never been inside Gold’s studio before, and she wanted to treat this privileged occasion with the proper respect. There were all sorts of things lying around, props and furniture that models had posed with in the past, and of course, his actual works. She looked at the easel where a half-completed painting sat. It was another of the fairy tales, although it was not worked enough for Belle to identify it.

“It’s going to be the Princess and the Frog,” Gold called from the kitchen. “When I finish she’ll be wearing strategically placed lily pads over her essentials.”

Belle laughed as he brought the tea over, and she took a grateful sip. “How many will you do?”

“As many as strike my imagination. Of course, that may be more if you start giving me ideas as well. So…” He led her away from the easel to sit down on an old chaise longue. “Tell me about your vision of Cinderella.”

“Oh, it sounds so stupid now.” Belle looked into the depths of her tea, asking it to give her courage. “I just thought about the prince having a foot fetish.”

Gold gave a snort of laughter, but his dark eyes were in earnest, and Belle thought she could feel them staring into her very soul. God, part of her wanted to throw him down on this chaise and ride him as proudly as Red Riding Hood in her painting.

“Go on,” he said softly.

“They’re in the palace garden,” she said, her eyes never leaving Gold’s. “The clocktower in the background is showing quarter to midnight, or something like that.”

Gold put down his mug and grabbed a sketchpad, his pencil flying over the paper as he roughly outlined her vision.

“Yes?”

“They’re both naked, apart from the glass slippers. She’s sitting on a bench, or a swing seat, or something, and he’s sitting on the ground below her, worshipping her feet in these slippers. She’s enjoying it. Maybe touching herself whilst he’s preoccupied.”

“I see.” Gold’s thumbnail sketch continued to take shape, and Belle had to gasp at how much just the rough outlines were turning her on. Finally, he stopped, putting the sketchpad down between them.

“Something like that?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“That’s perfect,” Belle breathed.

“And you’d like to strike a pose for this?”

Belle nodded, putting her mug down on the floor beside Gold’s and standing up to unzip her dress, letting it fall to her ankles and kicking it off to one side. She’d gone braless beneath it, and her nipples hardened in the cool air of the studio, making her shiver. She rubbed her fingers over the little buds and moaned, before peeling her panties down her legs.

She left her shoes on, putting her hands on her hips and giving Gold her most sultry pout, letting him look his fill at her, hips pushed forward.

“Am I a good enough model for you, Professor Gold?”

“I don’t think there’s ever been a better one.”

She sat back down, hiking one heel up onto the chaise as she let her legs loll open, spreading her nether lips and touching herself languidly, although she could already feel the sweat beginning to shine on her skin. There was a ready wetness gathering at her entrance, and she rubbed it gently along her folds, circling her clit.

“Would this do?”

“Perfectly, Belle.” Gold was mesmerised by her, unable to tear his eyes away as he stood and began to undress until he was as unashamedly naked as she was. He was erect already, his cock jutting proudly in front of him, and he gave himself a couple of hard tugs as he knelt on the floor before her.

“Every princess needs her adoring prince,” he rasped, kissing along her inner thigh. “Not a foot man myself, though. No, I’m far more interest in this.”

He moved her hand and licked a stripe along her cleft, lapping eagerly at her swollen pearl. Belle cried out at the sensation, nails scrabbling for purchase on the back of the chaise as Gold continued to kiss and lick at her, now pushing his tongue into her entrance, now nuzzling at her patch of close trimmed hair, now flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit and making her scream again.

“Gold!”

He laughed, the sound vibrating against her over-sensitised folds, and he slipped one leg up over his shoulder, bringing him in closer. A finger pushed inside, curling in just the right place as his tongue kept up the relentless teasing of her clit.

Belle didn’t know what she yelled as the dam broke and she came apart for him. She only hoped that the other studios in the building weren’t occupied at this time in the evening. She came back down to herself as Gold pulled his finger out and let her leg slip down, sitting back on his heels and wiping his face clean, licking her juices off his hand.

“Much better than the champagne.”

“I’m glad you think so. Although now, I think it’s your turn.” She reached out, brushing her fingertips over the head of his cock as he got back to his feet. “Time for some adoration of your own.”

Gold sat back on the chaise beside her, and Belle leaned over his lap, gripping his cock tightly and taking the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and over it as she pumped his shaft.

“Sweet Jesus, Belle.” His hand tangled in her hair, and a glance upwards showed his eyes were closed, head thrown back with pleasure. She brought her other hand down to cradle his heavy balls, rolling them in her palm. “Fuck, Belle, I’m going to come!”

Belle let him slip from her mouth, giving him a couple of firm strokes to finish him off and make him come undone for her; he swore as he spurted over her hand.

For a long while they sat slumped on the chaise in the cooling, until Belle chanced to lean in and press her lips tentatively against Gold’s. Strange that they should share such carnal delights before even kissing, but Gold accepted her eagerly, pulling her in closer and running his hands gently over her bare back.

“You know,” Belle said, once they finally broke apart, “I have plenty more ideas for new paintings for you.”

Gold just growled, pulling her in for another kiss, and Belle smiled against his mouth. This was going to be the beginning of a wonderful partnership.

[bangchanshehe]

Andromeda pt.11 (M)

You were no one, a goody-two-shoes who always played by the rules. When you decided to change yourself and live a little more dangerously you got caught up in Taemin’s trap. He had no use for you and no desire to have you. You were a toy and a time killer. But, he just so happened to have a lot of time and you happened to be his new favorite play thing.

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“you what?” he asked looking offended

“I said I love you” you said loudly and confidently hoping that he would get the message loud and clear

He didn’t reply back but gave you a look of uncertainty for a few minutes. He scanned your body up and down and then furrowed his brows. You looked back at him with your chin held high hoping that he would say or even do something quickly so he would end the awkward moment.

“but…. You left and you didn’t come back.” He replied quietly

Your strong look became slightly defeated once you heard how sad his voice was and you bowed your head slightly. Hearing his small lack of faith in you made you hope slightly shrivel.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do, so I ran. And I wanted to come back I was just-“ you stopped and looked up at him in the eyes “I was scared that you were hurt and I didn’t want to see if it was true”

Taemin’s looks of sadness slowly melted away and instead his frown started to pull at the corners and become an apologetic grin “I’m sorry that I scared you! That was not my intention at all!” he said pulling you in for a hug

You wrapped your arms around him and welcomed him in for the hug and rested your head on his chest. You inhaled his scent and allowed yourself to take in every second of this moment while he just held you. You gave yourself a few more moments with him and then pulled away to answer the questions that you knew you would have to ask.

“So I guess now that we’re both on the same page I have a few questions that I need you to answer.” You said quietly, somewhat shy to having actually say them out loud.

“Okay, I’ll answer anything.” He replied back with a smile

“Once we… once you…claim me, that’s it right? I’ll be yours forever?” you asked with shaky breath

Taemin smiled at you and nodded his head “Yeah, you and I will be together forever. Mates don’t have an expiration date” he chided sarcastically

You giggled a little at his answer knowing full well that in retrospect it was a dumb question. “But how are you so sure that I’m the one? What if- What if you got me all wrong? What if I’m just the first crush you’ve had in a long time or something?” you asked

Taemin’s smile dropped a little and he cupped your face as he looked you in the eyes “There is not a single doubt in my mind that you are my mate. You drive me absolutely crazy and my body and my conscience… it’s like it’s connected to you. When I’m not with you I wonder if you’re okay, if you’ve eaten, where  you’re at or if you’re having fun without me. And when I’m with you...” Taemin looked up at the ceiling as if he was searching for answers and he shook his head before he looked back down at your big, curious eyes.  “It’s as if the world has come to a halt. Like everything beyond me and you doesn’t matter. All I want to do is hold you and kiss you and make you smile and make you love me as much as I love you.” he confessed.

A small tear made its way into your eyes as you felt like everything that he was saying was true. No one in this world loved you as much as he did, or expressed exactly how you felt back. You took a deep breath and tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over your checks and Taemin cooed and tried his best to wipe any that fell away.

“Why are you crying?” he asked you in a soft voice

“Because nobody has ever said anything like that to me before” you said trying not to cry any harder

“come here” Taemin said pulling you in for a hug

You embraced him again and noticed this time how he held you. He didn’t hold you like you were breakable china, but like he wanted every inch of you next to him. He held you firmly in his grip as he tucked his head into your neck. He simply held you like he didn’t want to let go and you felt the exact same way as he did.

You slowly pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. Your heart was beating fast in your chest and you knew that he could feel your pulse rise. You looked down to his lips and licked your own wishing that you could press yours to his. Your breathing became harder and you could start to feel a difference in your whole mood.

Before you could even think twice about it you stepped up on your tippy toes and held his head while you kissed him. Taemin hesitated for a moment to kiss you back before he held you even tighter and bent down to meet you.

You didn’t know what had possessed you to cling onto him and attack him, but it felt completely natural where you were in the very moment. It was like your whole body was tingling and a whole new surge of energy surfaced. You couldn’t care about anything else in the past, present or future. All you wanted was to be with Taemin in every way possible.

You tilted your head and deepened the kiss, making Taemin groan and press into you even further before he eventually picked you up, making you wrap your legs around him. He walked you back to the kitchen counter and placed you on top of it. A chill ran up your spine as the cold surface overwhelmed you and Taemin smiled at how cute it was. He stopped for a few moments to let you catch your breath and as he watched you he smiled and tucked your hair behind your ears.

You tried to pull him back in for another kiss but he stopped you about half way. “I should probably go home now. I don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t want to do” he said quietly

You stopped for a moment and contemplated letting him go, but you really wanted more of him. you didn’t want it to be goodbye and you knew that Taemin’s clock was running out. You pulled him in for another searing kiss, hoping that he would understand that you had no limits to him.

He quickly reciprocated and you could tell that Taemin was trying to slow himself down. He started to run his hands through your hair as he kissed you back and he pulled you closer to the edge of the countertops so he could feel you against him. You gasped slightly as he pulled you, making you become flush with his erection and you looked down at where your hips met.

“Not here” he whispered

You looked back up at him and he quickly picked you up off of the countertops and headed towards your bedroom. “I wanted for our first time to be more romantic than this, but I can’t wait for you any longer. You have to tell me now if this isn’t going to go any further.” He pleaded hoping that you wouldn’t tell him no.

“Taemin I’m ready for this” you tried to answer strongly hoping that he wouldn’t hear the nervousness in your voice

He looked at you for a moment and stopped moving. He tilted you up to him and gave you a kiss before he threw you across the bed. You squealed at the maneuver, startled by his strength. He smiled at you across the bed as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever saw and he pulled off his shirt. Your jaw dropped slightly as you saw his chiseled torso and arms for the first time. He was as perfect as you imagined he would be. You sat up on the bed before your arms gave out and you gently placed a hand on his toned stomach.

Taemin smiled down at you as you finally touched him and held the back of your hand as you explored his perfect physique. Taemin licked his lips and he looked you in the eyes harshly making you stop before he bent over and kissed you roughly on the lips. You mewled into the kiss making him press down into you harder and he quickly took the hem of your shirt and pulled it off. Once he got to see you topless he smiled and slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

Once his pants touched the floor he reached for your pants and pulled them down slower than he pulled down his own. He threw them across the room once he had them completely off and cupped your sex. You moaned and your eyes went wide by how quickly he was moving.

He smirked at you and rubbed the tips of his fingers across your barely clothed clit. You grabbed onto his wrist as you shivered from his soft touches.

“Taemin, I want you now” you said needy

His smile grew bigger and he removed his boxers as you as removed your soaking underwear. You laid back on the bed and taemin joined you as he crawled his way on top of you. he sat on his legs and pulled you into his lap and you kissed him once you were close enough to his lips.

“I… love you… so… much” he whispered in between your kisses

You smiled to yourself as you let your hand roam down to his hard cock. You pumped it and enjoyed as Taemin began to groan and push into your hand. You enjoyed begin able to make him make such lewd noises and loved how he begged for more with his body. You began to stroke him quicker hoping to lead him on to an orgasm before you moved on, but Taemin had had enough.

He pushed you by the shoulders backwards and took hold of his own cock. He raised his tip to meet your clit and rubbed his red, sensitive tip across your opening and back up to your clit before he pushed it down once more and then slowly let himself fill you up.

Your back arched as you felt him enter in you and you began to stretch around him. He reached the very end of you and you could feel the slight pain of how large he actually was. He was almost too big to fit inside of you, but the pain was pleasurable. He rested there for a moment to allow you to adjust before he pulled back out.

Your pants and moans had Taemin on the edge and you knew that he wanted to let himself go, so you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss and began to run your nails across his back. This time he thrust into you much quicker and he pulled out even faster.

He put his hands down on your hips, holding you in place and he began to snap his hips at an angle that made you black out. Every time he was fully inside of you your mind went blank and your voice left you. It was like your body wasn’t your own as he clapped his hips into yours roughly.

“oh fuck” you mewled as you tried to look down at where he entered you

But as soon as your head reared up Taemin met you for a kiss as he began force himself inside of you at an inhuman speed. You could feel your orgasm approaching and your jaw went slack and your eyes closed. Your head tilted back and your body became paralyzed as the aura of your orgasm consumed your whole body. You began to shake and Taemin tried to hold you down so he could ride you through your high.

When your body stopped convulsing as much Taemin pulled out of you and used his strength to flip you around on your knees. You didn’t even bother trying to support yourself on your arms, knowing that they were completely out of use and waited for him to be back inside of you. you rested on your chest and let your arms relax on the sides of your face as Taemin got as close as he could to you and entered you once more from behind.

You wanted to yell at how deliciously he filled you up at such an angle. You could feel the veins in his thick cock and feel how he throbbed inside of you. Once more he took hold of your hips and he began to slam his hips violently into you, making you feel his length at full with each stroke. You couldn’t form comprehensible words anymore as your second orgasm began to take control of your mind and body and taemin pulled you up to his chest by your shoulders so the two of you were back to chest and both on your knees.

You didn’t even have the time to think about what was happening before you felt Taemin’s cum fill you up inside and the sharp pinch of his fangs in the side of your neck.

You screamed at the unusual feeling and wrapped your arm around his waist from behind hoping that he would sense that you were in pain. You could feel the blood that he took from you through the bite in your neck and you struggled around his tight grip on you.

“Taemi-“ you yelled hoping that you could snap him out of his bloodlust

He moaned as he pulled away from you and you felt him lick a stripe up your neck as he attempted to nurse the wound he gave you.

“you taste so fucking good” he groaned in your ear

You couldn’t help but slightly smile at his statement and relax forward, catching yourself on your hands. You felt him pull out of you and you sat down on the bed and pulled the covers over your body quickly, now shy about what you’d done.

“Why are you covering yourself?” Taemin asked you with a huge smile

“Because…” you answered tucking your head

“You don’t need to feel shy about your body baby.” He said moving closer to you with a dangerous smile on his face “I love everything about you” he kissed you quickly before ripping off the covers and pulling you into his chest.

You screamed and giggled by his sudden movements and Taemin laughed along with your silly shyness.

“Right now you don’t feel it but when you’re changed to can see what I mean when I say that your mate has this… glow to them that only they have.” He turned his head to you watching your every move “And whatever imperfections that you think that you have don’t exist in my head. Because you’re my mate I see you as an absolutely perfect woman, that no one else can even compare too.” He confessed

“I glow?” you asked confused

“Mmm” Taemin confirmed “I can sense where you are and now our emotions will be slightly more connected too” he explained further

You smiled to yourself and then let your mind wander to what life would be like now with taemin. In a few years from now would you be married or still just mates. Did vampires even get married? And could you have kids?

“Taemin” you said getting his attention back before you continued “Is it possible to have kids while I’m still a human?” you asked

“Children? I’ve never heard of someone having a child with a vampire.” He answered

“oh” you said unsure if you were okay with that answer

It’s not like you wanted kids now or if you even knew if you wanted to have kids at all, but now that you didn’t have the option it felt a little disappointing.

“Why do you want to have kids?” he asked curious

“I don’t know” you answered honestly

You thought about your answer and what else becoming his mate and in the future transforming with him would mean for you and what you could no longer do and decided to let yourself be at peace with it. It was no use to cry over something that you couldn’t have as long as you had him by your side with you along the way.  You let your eyes drift shut as you held onto him and buried your face into his chest.

“So what happens now?” you asked lazily

“Now we enjoy each other for as long as we want. And when the time comes, ill change you”

You thought about his answer and you started to debate when you would actually want to make such drastic changes “What if I want to wait another year, or five years?”

Taemin chuckled and you could feel the vibrato in his chest “that’s something that only you can decide for yourself. Just know that I’ll wait for you until you’re ready” he answered

You hummed at his response and let a smile drift onto your face as you fell asleep next to him. You didn’t know who or what it was that put you and Taemin together for the rest of eternity, but you were damn grateful that they did. There was nothing else in the world that could compare to the feeling that you had being with and loved by him. And you weren’t sure about anything else in the world other than your lifetime of complete and total happiness with him.

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XXX (I offer a distraction for the lovely mun, via request (/bows and shuffles backwards from the inbox; bumps into doorway on the way out; mumbles apology; slips out.')

BEING A PRUDE VIRGIN; the few times Ezreal masturbates are extremely inexperienced. he never knows how to make it last, prompting too quick an orgasm or too late an orgasm. however, none of these have ever happened in Piltover - moreover; they’ve happened whilst traveling or whilst exploring.

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EZREAL ONCE had alcohol - at a party after a panel for one of his new findings. he was only fifteen, and found he loved the effects it had on him. due to being underage, he cannot legally obtain it, but offer him a drink in your home and boy would he take it up. he wants to feel that same airy, lightheartedness associated with his low drinking tolerance and forget the world - forget valoran, forget insecurities, forget everything and just be his real self.

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☯, §, ☮ , and zzz .

§ = The character’s most common sleeping position?

Fetal position, often curled around a pillow.

☯ = Any odd sleeping habits?

He sleep talks. Loudly. Very, very loudly.

zzz = Does the character snore? What does it sound like?

He does snore! But it's barely noticable. People who have heard him sleep would probably chalk up the soft snoring to a cat purring in their sleep at times.

☮ = Ideal place to sleep? (impractical or otherwise. e.g. a pink fluffy marshmallow)

Anything soft. Even just a field of grass is fine for him. Somewhere nice and open and soft.

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☂ ; 回 ; ? ; ❖ ; ☾ ; ϟ ; ☎

☂ = Has the character ever had a wet dream?

Once. He doesn't like to talk about it, honestly. ( It was about Sona. The wet dream was very, very wet. He's never had one again only out of embarrassment of her somehow finding out. )

回 = The weirdest dream the character has experienced?

Pantheon, Darius, Draven, and he having a tea party on top of Baron Nashor while they were all dressed in pink and rainbow glitter tutus and actually being sweet to one another.

... He learned never to have toast before bed ever again.

❖ = Does the character lucid dream?

If he dreams of exploring or of Sona, yes. Anything else? No.

☾ = What time does the character usually sleep/wake up?

Depends on the day. A good day, usually around midnight and wakes around 6 or 7. A bad day, usually around 5 pm and wakes at like, noon the next day.

ϟ = Are they a light or heavy sleeper? Can they sleep through a lot of noise?

Heavy sleeper? Nah. Ezreal's slept in wilderness with no shelter - it was either wake at any sudden, unnatural noise, or die.

☎ = Do they suffer from a sleep disorder? (e.g. insomnia, night terrors, narcolepsy)

Sometimes he can suffer from a mild lapse of insomnia, but otherwise he's totally a-ok in the sleep disorder department.

Once in a while his mild PTSD might act up if he was particularly stressed that day, resulting in a few nightmares.

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mischeif

MISCHIEF ;

ezreal has a long, self-running mission that has almost gotten him killed by syndra ( she’s out for his blood ) - to grab every summoned champion’s nose in the league. he’s gotten through a few, thankfully, but due to syndra’s reaction he is taking a break from it.

if that doesn’t scream mischief, i don’t know what else could. ezreal is probably the patron saint of innocent mischief - as long as he doesn’t hurt anyone, he’ll never be apologetic for his pranks and jokes. it’s just the child in him coming out.

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A HEADCANON YOU HAVEN’T SHARED. ;

lmaoIthinkIsharedallmyheadcanonsuh.

Amahe, Ezreal’s old teacher and mentor, once left him with Jayce for a week. Babysitting duties were not pretty with a then nine year old bratty Ezreal. Jayce most likely has forcibly removed this week from his memory - a nine year old Ezreal being told to stay indoors for an entire week is not a good thing for one’s mental state.

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Which hand is his dominant hand or is he ambidextrous? Is there a reason? (e.g. made to write with that hand)

Ezreal’s ambidextrous with only drawing and labeling maps. Otherwise, he’s left handed, but uses magic and the gauntlet with his right hand. The map making took too long with one hand, and cramps hurt - so he trained both hands to be able to draw, label, and paint maps. Writing is done solely with his left, and magic and the gauntlet is done with his right due to the gauntlet’s placement.

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EZREAL HAS a very odd talent. if given time and patience, he can gently nibble and suckle any patch of skin to form a perfectly crafted letter - usually in Times New Roman font appearance. he discovered this talent when bored on the traveling part of an expedition, and started to bite on his arm and formed an ‘E’ without realising.

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EZREAL’S PARENTS weren’t famous by any means. they were regular piltoverian citizens; normal and plain beyond anything. however, the day of Ezreal’s birth, his father died in a freak accident. after a couple years of taking care of him, his mother began to get sick. Ezreal was sent to a techmaturgy college ( after flying through the entrance exams too easily for each other school of his grade level ) and the day he started, his mother passed. after a week of depression at the age of 6; Ezreal’s teacher and mentor Amahe told him to do what he wants - provided that he, Amahe, knows about it ( as he had promised Ezreal’s mother to care for him ). Ezreal’s uncle, Lyte, had a sense of wanderlust that Ezreal had gotten by birth. and thanks to Amahe, Ezreal left the school and began his career as Runeterra’s prodigal explorer.

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EZREAL’S PTSD is the cause of his very first match on the Rift. he was confused and disoriented, but the promise of his return and safety was enough to make him obey his Summoner. he earned First Blood; and both teams heard nothing but his scream across the Rift - he assume he had actually KILLED another human being. it took his Summoner demanding he return to base with the Support to calm down so the Summoner could explain through the mental link.

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22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

Ezreal honestly has no friends. He has acquaintances but they’re not truly friends. As for lovers, he’s been single since the day he was born ( and yes, this means a virgin ). As for a ‘type’ or ‘ideal partner’... He’s got a huge crush on a certain mute, but that’s about it. He’s never really liked anyone else before - and it kind of scares him in a good way.

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14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

He was rarely there outside of classes - which he only took for about a year. He was involved with plenty of techmaturgy debates with his teachers, often which got him in plenty of trouble. Often he was kind of looked down upon for being so young in a college.

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

Ezreal has no girlfriend or boyfriend at the moment. He does, however, really crush on a certain mute.

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

He really wants all of Valoran to be united, happy, and free. He’s willing to sacrifice both sanity and life for this goal.

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odd numbers.

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

His father died the day he was born in a freak accident, so Ezreal knows nothing of him. He does, however, have his father’s scarf - which he wears proudly no matter what.

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

Ezreal has no siblings.

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

Neither - he was raised by his mentor, though through a very odd way. All his mentor did was ut him to sleep, wake him up, feed, and clothe him. Other than that, Ezreal raised himself.

7. What was the economic status of their family?

Being an only child, an orphan, and a critically acclaimed cartographer and arcaheologist, Ezreal is actually quite rich - however, his clothing, lifestyle, and home would make you think otherwise. He’s a humble teen after all.

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

Honestly, Ezreal seems himself as uneducated - he knows he’s brilliant, but he never finished any kind of education. At all.

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

He hated the school he went to. And left. Teachers and schoolmates were just people to him.

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

He went to a techmaturgy school at age five but dropped out a year later. It was a college - he was smart enough to be accepted so very young (most young accepted applicants were in their teens) but he left due to... Boredom. He has zero degrees but is so critically acclaimed for his work that everyone overlooks his educational background.

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

He’s always traveling! He’s an archaeologist and cartographer. It’s his job.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

He doesn’t have many disillusions, except for one: that Valoran could be peaceful without strife.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

He’s quite polite, though he can be rude if necessary. As a hero type, he’s most likely the Broken Ace. And as much as he says he hates Noxians, he hates no one.

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

Being a teenager, Ezreal is indeed a little perverted. However - he rarely does anything like masturbation or anything sexual. What he thinks and feels of sex is that it’s a natural act that should only be spent with your loved one. As for what he’d want in a partner - he only wants someone to love him for him and someone who’ll force him to rely on another person for the first time in his life. He just wants someone to make him feel safe and cared for, to make him actually rely on someone else to keep him afloat.

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

His hobby, aside from his careers in map making and archaeology, is to write. Fictional stories are his forte, however he’s never tried publishing them for fear of being called an “over achiever”. He has an interest in gardening, but honestly is afraid to approach Zyra for questions on flora in the Kumungu Jungles.

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

His weakness is caring too much for other peoples’ suffering. He will take on the world’s problems, but never let anyone take on his own. He is self-sacrifical to his g r a v e.

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

He does not have children, though there are some orphans in Piltover that he feels for - as he himself is one - and he often acts like the big brother for them when he’s home in Piltover. Often you can find him in even more raggedy clothes than usual (his “play clothes”), playing around with the orphans of Piltover. He’s a really good big brother type figure, and whenever he has kids in the future, he’ll be the perfect father.

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?

Ezreal’s a hardcore drug addict - he chugs the full bottle of NyQuil. Yea, totally hardcore. No, on a serious note the most he takes is OTCs for any health problems or headaches or pains. He drank once - a celebration dinner for one of his findings with his mentor watching over him. He’ll never touch wine again. As for his health, it’s pretty average. Nothing special.

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

Errors are not very rationally handled by Ezreal - because in his mind, he can’t make mistakes. He’s a cartographer and archaeologist, dammit - he’s got to be right first try or else he’s failed all of Valoran. Failures and disasters are usually accepted by a total breakdown, followed by a depressive catatonic state until someone fixes his failure for him. He literally cannot handle it.

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

Honestly, Ezreal might be a little escapist - he’s created an entire world inside of his head, one he defaults to when the stressors of his still-young life become far too much. Think Wonderland, though less odd. It’s more like a Valoran of before, one encompassed by just Nature and only Ezreal left to explore it - all alone with no worries of life. Sometimes Ezreal will find himself crying himself to sleep, dreaming of his mental world in hopes that one day, he’ll wake up to a peaceful, united, happy Valoran.

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

Honestly, he finds nothing stupid. He likes what he likes and so what if people like what they like? However, he will ridicule people’s attempts at sounding smart if all they’re blowing out is hot air. He will call them stupid for it.

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

His main secret is that he, himself, actually thinks he is going slowly mad. He won’t tell anyone, though: it’s a burdening question only he should know.

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

Honestly, Ezreal wishes he could hide. But if he absolutely had to, he would have to choose a “more intelligent person” - someone to lead the world into peace, someone to make everyone happy - even if it sacrifices his own happiness.

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

This is not needed to be written. Anyone wanting to hear his voice can play the clips right here.