#AND LIKE HE DOESN'T GIVE ME BOTH HALVES

[softboybrucewayne]

ok so listen tis the holiday season so just like an idea like. look. if all retail workers just had like. a box of eggs per week. and permission to chuck eggs at annoying customers

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF TUCHANKA: TURIAN PLATOON

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Lt. Tarquin Victus With: Lt. Steve Cortez and The Ninth Turian Platoon Decisions like these weigh heavy on me- when I was a General, I could pass them up the chain of command. But now? I'm all I've got. I'm beginning to understand why leaders so often seem lonely... Worst case scenarios aren't just theories- they're what you'll be dealing with five minutes from now. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[hidrogenium]

[luveline]

we know that the criminal minds writers looooved hurting spencer but i would love to see bau!reader (bombshell!reader if you think it would fit) hurt and spencer losing his mind a little (ofc everything would end up being okay because we love fluff in this house 💗)! thank youuu <333

ty for requesting! ♡ fem, 1k

“Spencer, are you coming in?” 

The boy in question winces, the cellophane wrapped stems in his hand strangled by an anxious grip. Your voice is hoarse, quieter than usual, though that could be attributed to the thick wooden door between you both. He takes the door handle in his hand, readjusts his fingers, can't quite get himself to go in. 

“Spence,” you say, missing your usual cheer. “Please come in.” 

He opens the door slowly. It weighs a hundred pounds, each inch heavier than the last. 

You're propped up on the movable bed with a dinner table over your legs. Someone's brought you contraband, it seems, expensive soup from the fancy restaurant you like just outside of work. Next to it lies your phone, your chapstick, and a prescription bottle. The orange of it is too glaring to look at for long. 

“Nice to see you finally, heart-throb,” you say, sitting back, rolling your shoulders as you smile. “Where've you been?” 

Sapped by terror in the waiting room, mostly. “Sorry,” he says, offering no explanation. You deserve one, but he can't get the words out. “How are you feeling?” 

“Shot at.” 

“Is it bad?” 

Your eyes soften. “No. Wanna see it?” 

He does in an awful way. To alleviate his panic, sure, but to know what it did. To see what his stupidity resulted in. The unforgivable in stark scarring. 

You lift your shirt and shift your soft bralette up a touch to show him the wound and all its grim stitches. “It almost missed me. Guess I'm not as lucky as I think.” 

“Does it hurt?” 

“Not right now. They told me not to wear wire bras for a while, so you win some, you lose some.” You let your shirt fall back into place. He can see the indecision in your eyes. Not one for hiding like he wants to, you address the elephant in the room. “Now you've seen it's not so bad, can you look at me again?” 

“I'm looking at you.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

The thing is, Spencer doesn't, not really. Half the time you act like you're sharing a secret with him but he doesn't have a clue what you're talking about, and the intimacy is lost, and it's his fault. He's never been good or smooth or charismatic, he's never deserved your attention, and it's his fault you're here, hurting, his fault you'd been prone on the ground, his fault Morgan had to hold your side closed, his fault you almost died. 

“Spencer,” you murmur, “you know I don't blame you.” 

Of course he knows that. 

“You should,” he says tightly. He doesn't mean to get angry. 

“Well, I don't. So give me my flowers and sit down.” 

He bites the inside of his cheek. He's mad, but he gives you the flowers without any roughness, and you take them with a similarly thin thank you. 

Your reunion isn't going how either of you wants it to, it seems. 

Spencer sits in the chair next to your bed as you pick between the petals, admiring their colours, their softness. For a moment you're peaceful, but you close your eyes and press your nose gently to a small bud, and you ask, “Why are you acting like this?” Heartbroken. 

He could explain it in halves. You passed out in the back of the ambulance. Your surgery had unexpected complications. Hotch was so angry, and he still wasn't as mad at Spencer as Spencer was at himself. 

Seeing you hurt because of his mistake isn't a feeling he thinks he'll survive a second time.

“I don't get why you like me,” Spencer admits. “Not before, and especially not now. You should be pissed. This,” —he gestures to you quickly— “is my fault.” 

“It's not your fault, Spence.” 

“What would you call it?” 

You put your flowers down and stare at your lap. He's pushed you too far. Nice, he thinks to himself scathingly, to upset you in your sick bed, that's exactly what he should be doing to make it up to. Great going, Spencer. 

“Will you hold my hand?” you ask quietly. 

He hesitates, his heart skipping a beat like a missed step down the stairs. 

“Please? I just… this has been a lot. I'm not telling you to make you feel guilty, I swear, but it's been a lot. And so many times I wished someone was here. I wished you were here.” You turn your head away from him. “I thought you were mad at me. I'm still worried.” 

Spencer stands up. He feels every stretch of muscle as he does it. You raise your eyes to his, holding out your hands; you know him better than anyone else, he thinks. He overcompensates every time. 

“I'm sorry,” he says, crossing his arms behind your shoulders carefully. 

“I told you it's not your fault.” 

“For not being here to hold your hand.” 

Your hand curls in the front of his shirt. 

“M'not mad. Not even slightly. I mean, not at you…” He rubs your back with his thumb. “Why would I be mad at you?” 

“What was I supposed to think?” 

He presses his nose to your temple, eyes squeezed close in regret. “...You're right.” 

This is what he should've done the moment you woke up. Instead, he let his mind focus on detail, what flowers demarcates remorse, or if cellophane wrapping would be an imposition. Anything to forget how your hands shook as the adrenaline wore off. 

They're steady now as they wrap around his sides to rest at the small of his back. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, lips touching to your skin with each syllable, like fractions of kisses. 

“I missed you, handsome. Please– don't do that again.” 

He rubs your back. “I won't,” he promises. “I'll be here as long as you want me to be.” 

“Forever, then.” 

For once, your flirting doesn't make him blush. 

[starwrighter]

The first out of three prompts I'm throwing out this month

Featuring my favorite trope of de aging the ghost boy for trauma and angst purposes :D

Okay! So Danny gets captured by the G.I.W or the Fenton's he's experimented on until his body can no longer take it and he retreats back into his core. Since he is still in the G.I.W's/ the Fenton's lab this doesn't exactly help him escape. With Sadistic Joy the G.I.W/ Fenton's start experimenting with Danny's core. They don't manage to break his core fortunately (whether it be because halfa cores are hard to break or the sheer powerhouse that is Danny you decide!)

Danny reforms before they could figure out how to use his core as a weapon and this causes some side effects. Both halves of him were balanced with each other, instincts clicked into place. New organs and features of his body worked perfectly with his newly enhanced human ones. Only problem with this was that he was now a baby. A literal baby like a little under a year old! And worse news he was still in the lab, his memorys blurry and his thinking process babyfied. He didn't know much about the people keeping him captive right now but he knew they hurt him and he wanted out.

The G.I.W/ Fenton's are furious that Danny reformed before they could create the perfect weapon and are now trying to make him retreat back into his core yet again. They do their worst but do to Danny's new balanced forms He. Does. Not. Give. Danny doesn't retreat back into his core he's unable to; his body healing the damage faster than they could deal it. Eventually they decided they'd kill Danny again the same way he died the first time.

They put the now officially 1yo halfa into the portal chamber. He's cuffed and muzzled to keep him from escaping or making any of those ghostly chirps, clicks, and warbles at them. (They think Danny is threatening them but he's just showing distress and calling for an adult to help him)

They quickly turn the portal off and on again with Danny inside but when they look into the chamber there's no Phantom or ghost core.

The portal didn't kill him though. No, it blasted the infant through the infinite realms so fast he clips into a different universe and crashes directly into Bruce Wayne's living room.

The batfam are very startled because they were just having a movie night, they even got Jason to show up! Now they're trying to coax a terrified baby out from under a piece of furniture so they can get the cuffs and muzzle off him.

Everyone's gone from laughing and cringing from embarrassment from the stupid movie made about their vigilante persona's to being concerned, sad, and angry on behalf of their unexpected guest.

Damian leaves the room for a second and returns with a stuffed animal from his room, offering it to the baby. The baby doesn't have the free hands to grab it but crawls out to reach for it. Damian takes the opportunity to scoop the little boy up and removing muzzle and cuffs.

Danny immediately let's out an avalanche of repressed chirps and trills, excited to be free from his chains and happy with the toy he was given. Danny decides the angry child is okay, he didn't know about the bigger people though.

The entire fam has already decided he's theirs now and they're going to destroy whoever had the balls to do something like this to a child.

(Damian would make a great older brother and you can fight me on this! >:(

[sigmasemen]

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (1/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2348

extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^—^ !! older work… you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y’all!!

JINGO RAICHI:

- He's definitely the sort of guy to get embarrassed that he did it. However, he'd also do it for the sweetest reason. Even if it comes at his own expense.

- Probably something simple. A sudden snow storm during your date, he realizes you're shivering as you walk home. At first, he tries just giving you his mittens but your shivering gets worse.

- "Just- Just take this." He throws his jacket over you in seconds, not making eye contact as he does it. You smiled like an idiot when he did it but he just played it off.

- You end up keeping it for a long time, and even though he's embarrassed about the story behind it, he thinks you look really nice in it. He's even got a photo of you in it that he gushes over! 

- "Gushes over" mostly internally. He tries his best to never gush aloud about you. A hard but needed challenge.

- One of his friends tease him about the jacket though (Probably Bachira) and he ends up shouting at him to stop laughing. 

- The walk of shame to Ego's office to ask for a new coat because his old one was "lost" was known amongst all teams for months.

MEGURU BACHIRA:

- Another sudden storm on your date, except you're both out of a restaurant. (McDonalds, specifically. He took you there because he knew it was gonna rain and he wanted somewhere closer to home. You ended up spending too much time fooling around on the kids area (got kicked out because you're both teenager.))

- Bachira doesn't notice at first. In fact, he's shivering himself. He loves thunder and even attempts to jump in puddles with you. 

- Even though you're cold, you try your best to focus on your lovely boyfriend's smile and how happy he seems doing this.

- And not the freezing feeling you feel in your hands and thighs.

- Except after one of his louder and harder splashes, you shiver quite intensely. 

- "Oh? Oh!" He probably looks so shocked, but immediately gets close to you and throws his jacket over the both of you. Even if a good portion of Bachira is sticking out of it, he doesn't care.

- "First one to my house wins!" And even though you made it, soaked beyond belief (mostly your lower halves from bending over/standing on tippy toes to each other) you're both more than happy.

- For a while, then you realize you're both sick the next day.

- And even though Bachira's teammates tease him for making a mess of himself and getting sick because he wanted to please someone? He smiles and laugh. "It was worth it!"

YO HIORI:

- Hiori is deemed the prettiest and one of the most "gentlemen-like" people in Blue Lock due to how nicely he treats you. This story was actually quite expected and really not a shock at all. They all sort of shrugged it off as they heard and told the others, "Yeah, not a surprise.

- It was a nice day in Blue Lock, the birds (Ego) were chirping (yelling to get to work) and everything seemed to go soundly. Until a certain coach decided that it was too warm and chose to turn up the AC as high as he could.

- So, almost immediately? You were shivering in your spot and holding onto yourself.

- Until a certain pretty boy walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder. He smiled for a second and asked if you were alright.

- "Oh! Yeah, I'll be fine." 

- Hiori pauses and smiles, then wraps his coat around you. "Does that feel better?"

- You pause, then quickly nod and tighten your grip on the zipper of it. "Thanks!"

- Almost immediately does he sit next to you. He isn't a super social person, but that's fine. You aren't one either.

- It's the rare comfortable silence you get around here.

- You fumble with the jacket in your hands, feeling at the pockets until you grasped something. You glanced up at a distracted Hiori, already staring at the corner of the room. So, you dug through your pockets and noticed something.

- "Is this 9S?" It was a small can badge.

- Hiori looked your way and gave a short laugh, "Ah, it is. It's a self indulgent purchase I made last year..." He scratched the back of his head, "Sorry about that!"

- "No! I love 9S!" Your eyes practically lit up as you leaned towards him, "His design, his character, his lore, he's so investing!"

- A pause came from Hiori, before a smile spread across his lips.

KURONA RANZE:

- Kurona is the more silently romantic type. He's not the sort of guy that'll be super PDA like, but he will do a lot of romantic things in private. Like giving you his plate, or letting you touch his shark plush. Hell, he'll even let you feel his teeth and show them off them you ask about them.

- However, the most notable experience of all with him and his private displays of affection are when you two were having a casual walk through Blue Lock. You were just discussing how you wanted to become the best strikers together and your plans for the future, then he paused.

- "Are you cold?" He pointed at the bodysuit, ignoring the fact he was in an identical one. Maybe it was because sharks were secretly warm blooded...

- "Just a bit, I'll be fine!" You smile, then resume your conversation where you had left off.

- Though Kurona was physically present for the entire thing, he seemed to have more on his mind.

- And this somehow led Kurona into your dorm late at night, dropping his jacket off at your dorm along with a note. You knew it was simple, but the small shark doodle with a thumbs up along with his slightly sloppy hand writing made you smile.

- From there on, even if it inconvenienced you, you would wear his coat constantly. During matches, in public, whenever. Every time Kurona sees you with it, it makes him nod. He doesn't smile much, but he always has a slightly less neutral expression his face and occasionally is more touchy.

SAE ITOSHI:

- Sae isn't a particularly romantic person, he only acts romantic when he's dating someone. He's significantly more subtle with his romantic actions. You have one of his jerseys? You probably took it from his locker.

- You've actually given him more of your clothes than he's given you his. He doesn't wear your clothes unless you really nag him about it. Then he'll do it just to make you smile.

- However, there are rare instances where he'll give you just a bit of attention. It's not super pampering, but he will give you his stuff. Specifically his coat if you look cold. It's rare, he does end up asking for it back, but he loans you it a lot.

- You've told him countless times he doesn't have to, but he keeps doing it.

- It's nice. Honestly? It smells just like him. It's surprisingly clean 90% of the time.

- On more often occasions, you're wearing his jersey to surprise him. He always tells you to take it off because he doesn't want it to be messed up (he trusts you, just... Not with his clothing.). He still thinks you look nice in it. 

- He gives you one of his coats and jerseys more permanently after you get married, and then has to pry his eyes away. It just makes you want to wear it all the more. 

- He has a small photo of it that you gifted him in his bottom drawer. He sometimes looks at it but hides it for the most part.

GIN GAGAMARU:

- Gagamaru has a hard time realizing when hems actually being romantic or nice. He does try really hard to make you happy and do all the romantic things in the world for you.

- However, jackets.

- He never understood why partners were so into giving each other coats because he could only imagine how the smell of the jacket would be. Not that you smelled bad, of course not. He thought you smelled great. It would just be foreign.

- However, that all changed when you first offered him your jacket. It was after a chilly day and you wanted to be romantic, so he took it for your approval.

- He wore it for a few days without complaint. He even asked Isagi to wash it a few times. It was a lot different than he'd thought. It was like carrying a bit of you around everywhere you went. Like he had your arms constantly around you. A constant memory of you in his mind, no matter what he was doing.

- He took a lot longer than necessary to give it back, but he gave it back when you needed it again since you were cold.

- You even when he did it, "Isn't this my jacket?"

- "I thought we were sharing it now." He reached over to pat your head gently.

- Well, you accepted pretty quickly that you were going to be sharing a jacket with Gagamaru from now on. Not like that was an issue though. You enjoyed it.

[ace-sher-bi-john]

While I absolutely love both BBC Sherlock and Sherlock & Co, Sherlock & Co definitely depicts a more healthy relationship between Sherlock and John.

For starters, on BBC Sherlock, Sherlock and John are both co-dependent on each other. John was implied to be suicidal before he met Sherlock. Sherlock relapses without John by his side. Even with Mary to substitute the void in his heart and help him find purpose again, John would never move on from Sherlock. If anything happened to John, it wouldn't end well for anyone, especially Sherlock.

On Sherlock & Co, one of John's only problems after returning home from Ukraine was that he couldn't afford a flat on his own. He seemed to be very excited about life, going on dates, couldn't wait to start his podcast. He was genuinely happy to see Mike.

Sherlock could easily manage on his own without John. He doesn't need to be reminded to eat, he doesn't need an assistant for cases, he doesn't need someone to take care of him. His only problem is that he needs a flatmate.

Although John and Sherlock both need each other to afford rent, they don't need each other for anything else. They want each other's company, they don't need it. They aren't two halves of a whole, they are two wholes coming together. That's how it should be with all healthy relationships, platonic, romantic, queerplatonic, or otherwise.

It also helps a lot that Sherlock isn't a complete jerk on Sherlock & Co. He genuinely treats John and everyone else with a kindness that while I believe BBC Sherlock is capable of it, he rarely showed it. When John's PTSD is triggered, Sherlock asks John if he'd rather sit out that case. He then asks John if he wants to hold hands and discuss his feelings. In part one of the Blue Carbuncle, Sherlock complimented, actually complimented John. That kind of scene just never happened on BBC Sherlock. John was doing his "That was fantastic! You're amazing!" and Sherlock said, "You flatter me, Watson. But you did awesome too! You should have seen the way you did that! It was brilliant!"

John seems like a much more well rounded happy person in general. Just listen to any of his viewer discretion warnings. "Greetings you handsome devil! This episode will contain a bit of the old swearing, a bit of violence, some drug use. Oh and a bit of duck poo!" I hate to make this comparison, due to how much it will sound like an insult. But he acts like the quirky Disney Princess personality that every Disney Princess from the 2010s has and I mean that in the best possible way. It's my favorite thing about him. He's so adorable.

In the Blue Carbuncle, John has a moment similar to ones that you've seen many times before on BBC Sherlock. John has plans that mean he won't be able to help with the case. He is going to Berlin to spend Christmas with his old army friends. It's going to be his first boys' trip in years. But then he gets so sucked into the case that he's almost late for his plane and decides to just stay with Sherlock anyway because the case is just so fascinating he can't leave. On BBC Sherlock, John has abandoned his plans, his job, his girlfriends, for a case because he couldn't stand to be without Sherlock for so long. Also because Sherlock would often crash is dates, ruin his relationships, just so that John could assist him on cases. On Sherlock & Co, Sherlock was happy for John that he was going out with friends, even though it would mean spending the holidays alone. And Sherlock LOVES Christmas, so it's sad to think that he would have to spend it alone.

Where BBC Sherlock would manipulate or guilt John into staying, Sherlock & Co Sherlock let John go and was genuinely fine with going it alone for a week or two, even if it meant being all alone on Christmas.

I love BBC Sherlock, toxic co-dependent relationships and all, and I always will. But Sherlock & Co gives a little something different and I am happy that my boys are happier.

SH: *laughing* What's so funny Watson? JW: *laughing* It's just hearing you say "bell end" SH: Lovely and jubbly

[a-most-beloved-fool]

What do you think the two halves of Spock would have been like if he had been split like Jim with the transporter?

oooh, another question! :)

I think there's more than one way to go about it. The boring way, which also runs the risk of being a bit racist or bioessentialist, is to just split his Vulcan and Human halves. I've seen it done well before, but to me, Spock is, quintessentially, both. So, instead, we're going to split him a bit more like how Kirk got split - soft and hard.

The 'soft' Spock (I don't much like the word soft, but it seems better than saying 'good' vs 'evil', because that's not what I'm going for) would be much more sensitive and compassionate. He'd also be much more unwilling to sacrifice people for the good of others. He's an idealist, who will under no circumstances advocate for harm or death. He will hope for the best in everyone, even those who have done the opposite of earn it. Basically, he's trusting to the point of danger. Even if he knows a person will likely betray him, he'll give them the benefit of the doubt. And, I suspect, if he's in an area where two of his convictions are clashing, he'll freeze, unable to decide which is more important. (For example, when the Horta was near Kirk - in canon, he decides Jim is more important to him than preserving the Horta's life for the sake of science, and he tells Kirk to kill it. If he were split, he may panic (vulcanly. a vulcanly panic), but wouldn't be able to decide - save Kirk? Save the Horta? He'd be paralyzed.) He also might cry at poetry.

The 'hard' Spock, on the other hand, would be pragmatic about things. If there were decisions to be made, he'd act cold in the way that a Star Trek racist might expect a Vulcan to. He could kill, if he needed to, and would kill without question to save Kirk. The other Spock can't balance his priorities, but this one might go too far the other way, and sacrifice his beliefs for the good of the Enterprise. He'd run the Science department like a dictator because he'd want the best out of them. He'd be okay with being feared by his underlings if it meant that they were doing well. I think he'd end up a little like those 'guard dog' characters, where Spock would make himself take up the mantle of ruthlessness towards enemies if he thought that Kirk needed him to. He still values life, he doesn't want to kill, but he'd much rather have the Enterprise safe, and he will take no chances.

in a way, it's hippie spock vs soldier spock. both of them have Spock's clash of logic and emotion, but they take it very different directions. 'Soft' spock's emotions get directed outward, encompassing everything around him and choking out his agency, while 'hard' spock's get directed inward, encompassing his own wants and desires and choking out his compassion.

obviously, this isn't the only way to do it (or even the best), but, y'know. it's some thoughts on the matter.

thank you for the question!! it was fun!! <333

[midnightkolrath]

I've woken up on this day with a few quick thoughts on this scene from DMC5

Some things ppl (maybe myself in the past) have noticed and stated probably before but I'll throw my thoughts in anyway.

So, after Dante and Vergil knock back Nero, to keep him from following after him and establishing him as the protector of the human world while they go on to the demon world to cut down the Qliphoth tree. You can see Vergil's gaze linger on Nero for a good moment.

And I mean for a hot minute, too. He's gazing at the one he just found out is his own son. After witnessing the kind of strength his son displayed. He's thinking, and you can tell.

What about, you may ask?

About giving Nero his poetry book, of course. A personal belonging of his that he's personally cherished. And you know...this is actually the most affectionate Vergil has been towards Nero, in his own why. Let me elaborate real quick on why that is.

In Visions of V, its established that Vergil sees his poetry book as his 'heart'. Its tied to all the trauma he's suffered at first, but lamenting with his younger self, he realizes that he no longer needs to run from it and instead face it. His Heart will protect him.

He goes on to say to himself that he doesn't have to toss away what he has left. It goes on, in this moment, to show how Vergil eventually believes deep down that he and Dante can be twins again. It twists the deep sibling rivalry on a more positive spin.

I say positive, because all this time Vergil's been very keen on proving his strength into defeating his little brother who he's lost twice to by this point. As himself (3) and as Nelo (1). Its why he splits himself to gain more power and laments over the whole thing as V.

Its why Urizen is so quick to bring up how he's stronger than Dante and no longer has to 'see him as a threat'. He doesn't even have to spare the effort.

Getting back on track, though. Its funny how its stated V's poetry book is his heart, because of how much its tied to not just him, but Urizen. He named Urizen after one of Blake's works after all, the 'Book of Urizen'. Both halves of him are tied to that one book. His heart.

So Vergil spending a moment to ponder and consider giving Nero that same book? Him having a taunt that involves asking himself if he should entrust it to him? And he does? He's giving Nero not just something personally cherished, but essentially a piece of himself as well.

I think the nice bow on top is that Nero picks up the book, very likely recognizes that its the one V was carrying around all the time and realizes just how important it is. Thus, he's actually reading it by the end of the game to maybe understand personally how it was cherished.

Vergil took a minute to decide on giving his son his 'heart', followed through with it, and now Nero is holding onto and 'protecting it' until the day they can one day meet again. Its basically Vergil's own way of displaying a sort of affection towards Nero, the way I see it.

Its the little things I like about these games, ya know...just the things you can potentially pick up when you think about it. Its a shame alot of added context is in a media that you can only read through fan translation (thankfully) and not accessible traditionally, but its a good thing the community has come around to getting a hold of and translating such things for others to read.

[daydreamingyuta]

Can I please request for a Mark or Jaehyun fluff piece? Something like a meet-cute or awkwardly, sweetly jealous situation please? :)

Can I Sit? | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, getting locked out of your dorm was the last thing you wanted after hours of studying, but meeting mark made the inconvenience completely worth it.  wc: 1,034 a/n: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it :) meet-cute's are always so fun to write <3

Your bookbag hits the ground as you follow it onto the floor, searching every compartment for the keys to your dorm. You've never forgotten them before, so they had to be there, just hidden.

Hidden very well it turns out, because as you turn your bag upside down and empty everything from the inside, they’re nowhere to be found.

This wouldn't be so much of a problem if you were getting back from your regular classes, but you just got done with a five hour study session in the library and it was 10pm, the same time your roommate was in the middle of her night class.

You sigh as you put everything back into your bag and take a seat on the ground right by the door, too tired to do anything else. The hallway was basically abandoned, besides the occasional person walking by and you were grateful to not have too many eyes on you while you were locked out. 

You text your roommate, but you already know that she always keeps her phone on "Do Not Disturb" while in class, so she’ll only see it when she gets out.

A good fifteen minutes passes by before somebody walks past you again. You briefly make eye contact and you couldn’t help but notice that the stranger was cute as he gave you a polite smile. You watch him round the corner and then go back to scrolling on your phone, just trying to pass the time. 

A few minutes go by and the same stranger is in the hallway again, but you hardly take notice of him. Until, you watch him pass by you a third time. You’re usually not the type to strike up conversation with someone you don’t know, but he looks harmless enough. “Are you lost?” 

"What? No, I just..." You wait for him to give an explanation to his actions. He doesn't, but you can see that he wants to ask you why you're sitting on the ground. 

"I got locked out and my roommate has night classes." You say, setting your phone down on your lap.

"Oh, so are you going to be out here for long?" He asks, genuinely concerned. You shrug your shoulders at him, unsure of when your roommate would be back. 

He nods his head and motions down at the floor next to you. "Can I... sit?"

"On the ground with me?" 

"Yeah." He shrugs, even though you can tell that he's not indifferent about your answer at all. For some reason he seems like he really wants you to say yes.

"Sure." You move your bookbag to the other side and he gets comfortable next to you, setting his bookbag in his lap. He introduces himself and you learn that his name is Mark. 

Although the situation you find yourself in with him is a bit awkward, you notice that you feel strangely calm around him, as you both talk about your majors and the classes you're currently taking. 

When conversation runs out though, Mark scrabbles for his phone. “I have to show you this picture of the moon I took last week.” He scrolls through his camera roll for a minute until he stops and turns it to you, showing you the prettiest photo of the moon. 

You can’t help but find it so endearing that this stranger not only took a picture of the moon, but had to show it to you. It made you wonder how many people he excitedly showed it to this past week, wanting everyone to see its beauty. 

He takes one last look at the photo himself and then sets his phone down and reaches for his bookbag. He unzips the front pocket and pulls out a granola bar. “Wanna split it?”

You were feeling a bit hungry, so you agree. A few people sporadically pass by you two in the hall as you finish your halves of the granola bar, no doubt wondering what you both were doing on the floor. 

Feeling like you were running out of topics for conversation, you decide to just start asking him random questions. “What’s your favorite accessory to wear?”

“I think maybeee… a hat.” A big part of you loved that he seemed down to answer your silly questions. “If you didn’t have to worry about money, what would your dream job be?”

“A writer. Or a singer. Either one.” Based on what he told you his major was, he wasn’t pursuing either one, but his eyes lit up when he answered you and your heart tightened at the thought of someone telling him to choose a different career path.

“Favorite superhero?” 

“Spider-Man hands down.” His eyes also light up when he says Spider-Man, but in a different way than before.

“You actually remind me of Spider-Man a little.” You say, and he visibly gets giddy like a little kid. “No, like I actually have a theory that in another universe I am Spider-Man.”

You were fully ready to ask him about his theory when you felt your phone vibrating with a text from your roommate. You tell Mark that she’s on her way back and you can see a hint of disappointment on his face, but he quickly hides it. 

“But thank you for waiting with me, you’re really sweet.” You say, both of you standing up. He scratches the back of his neck, slightly flustered at you calling him sweet. “No yeah, I… You’re just too pretty to be sitting out here all alone.” 

His words were unexpected but what you really weren’t expecting was the butterflies in your stomach from his compliment. You smile shyly at him, not knowing what to say, but letting him know that his words are appreciated. 

Just as it looked like Mark was about to say something else, you see your roommate walking down the hall. “That’s my roommate.” You say, pointing her out to Mark. 

“Oh, good then I should go.” He says, but you found yourself not wanting him to go at all. “I’ll see you around?” He asks, hopeful. You nod your head at him, knowing for certain that you will want to see him again.

[omeumi]

sum: gn! reader skipped dinner, alhaitham shenanigans ensue.

a/n: i had testing today and its my mother's birthday lol. im posting from a salon lobby..

content: discussions of eating and skipping meals ( ! non ed related.) usage of askım, turkish equivalent of my love, because i hate ""y/n."" ♡

> it's not your fault you didn't have dinner before bed. or, it is, but that's neither here nor there. Alhaitham had gotten home late, and it slipped your mind between the pages of a book and the sun dipping below the horizon.

> after passing out on the sofa in a failed attempt to wait up for him, Alhaitham had found you that way—sleeping soundly, sunken into the divan cushions, lamp still on. his expression softens, watching you there. at peace, the both of you. so he carries you to bed, holding you kindly in his arms, and tucking you away before he prepares for bed himself.

> and now, a couple hours later, it's him who sleeps soundly instead, as he deserves to. out like a mossed log. but you're now wide awake, turning over in bed, simply starved.

> Alhaitham is quite possibly the heaviest sleeper known to man and Archon, but that doesn't stop you from being careful. stirring the sheets minimally, tiptoeing away from your love who is completely still. you linger in the doorway, eyeing him in his peaceful, effortless beauty, before wandering off to the kitchen.

> flipping a lamp on, you grab a peach from the fruit bowl. quick and easy enough. with a knife, you cut around the pit and separate it into halves. its scent floods the room, swirling like a morning fog. you take a bite from your peach, and it parts easily—soft and pleasant and sweet.

> "aşkım?" you jump at the sound of Alhaitham's voice, thick with soothing sleep. as if akin to a cat, you cannot ever hear his light, lithe footsteps. you turn. his eyes are soft, hair tousled.

"you scared me—"

> "I noticed." in the fuzzy light, you watch him approach, ever silently. "what are you doing up now?" behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

> "I didn't have dinner," you confess, and feel him eye you more intently, pressing for information. Alhaitham frowns.

"why not?"

> you shrug, before biting into a half of peach. "I was distracted.."

"by what?"

> you set the bitten half back on the plate, gaze focused there. the white ceramic, the risen patterns around its edges. the golden drops of juice in the center. you don't want him to feel bad. guilty. these things happen—time ticking by when you're both swallowed by work and responsibility.

> "you were waiting for me," he says. realizes. you nod before he sighs unmistakably, soft against the skin of your neck. it is not annoyance, not frustration, not disappointment. not disappointment in you, anyway. maybe in himself. he gives you a lingering, regretful kiss on your cheek. "i am sorry.." the syllables reside on his lips, drawing on long. it's simple, but you've never seen Alhaitham so close to not being able to find his words.

> "i was," you say, looking up at him. his sleepy, resting face—eyebrows furrowed ever-so in that adorable concern for you. "but you're here now. we're together. i'm eating." you lean in and capture his parted lips in a kiss, clumsy and tasting of peach. you pull back and he blinks, a smile curving slightly.

> "can i have a bite?"

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[notglutenfresh]

I love the idea of James and Barty slowly becoming friends after they run into each other on the Quidditch pitch a few too many times after dark. Eventually, they just start flying with each other, and they will get upset if the other isn't there without informing them. They'll talk about nothing and everything.

James gets so comfortable with Barty that he lets it slip that he's bipolar, a fact that he tries to hide. But before he can even panic, Barty basically says, "Ayy, me too, mate." After that, James may as well have given Barty his heart on a plater because if he was able to share his most uncomfortable secret with him, then he will be able to trust him with his entire soul.

But James doesn't do things by halves. He either goes all in or doesn't do it at all. So it really wasn't a surprise when he ended up falling for Barty. He was slightly scared at first because Barty was a Slytherin and likely wasn't that great of a person outside of their nightly flying but James had never claimed to be a good person either so he just thought, "Fuck it."

Barty knew that something had shifted between them. At first, he couldn’t quite place what was different, but it didn't take him long to figure it out. Admittedly, Barty couldn’t have been more pleased to be the object of James Potter's affection, James was fit and also unnaturally nice. Realistically, Barty should have never had done anything about it, but he's selfish and wanted James more than anything.

So Barty kissed him, and for a couple of seconds, Barty thought he had it all wrong and that James didn't like him, but then his kiss was returned in full force, it almost felt as though James was trying to eat him alive.

After that night, their little escapades continued only with a lot more kissing. Sometimes, that was all they did and would never even make it into the sky. But despite this, there was a lot of unanswered tension and uncertainty between the two. It hung like a shadow over them. James was the first to bring this up a couple of months after it started, but Barty didn't really give a solid answer. It was more shrugs and shallow agreements but this really fucked with James, and he left not long after he arrived.

James wouldn't go back until Barty gave him an answer, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't check on the map to see if Barty was on the pitch and that he was safe. Fortunately, James only had to wait four days for an answer. It came in the form of Barty storming over to James after a Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match (Gryffindor won) and snogging James as violently as he could manage, in front of the entire school.

Sure, there were a few comments thrown here and there about it that weren't particularly positive, but Barty didn't seem to care, so neither did James. It certainly helped that their best mates are both from the Black family.

[bbymunsonx]

slumber party

pairing: ted lasso x reader (f)

warnings: language, pure smut, thigh riding, fingering, piv (unprotected oops)

word count: 2k

when ted invited you to an away game and they accidentally book the wrong amount of rooms, you're gonna have to stay with him for the night. one bed plus a bar of sexy chocolate makes for a very interesting sleep over.

Alrighty, does everyone have their room cards?" Ted asked the group. You looked around, and of course, you were the only one that didn't have a room card.

"Um, I don't have a room." You spoke up. Ted immediately looked at you with softened eyes.

"I'm very sorry, we don't have any more rooms available." The hotel employee said. You groaned in response. This is why you don't go to any away games. Luckily, you and Ted were really close friends so of course, he offered you to stay in his room.

"It's really no problem at all, it's just one night." Ted reassured. One night shouldn't be a problem.

Ted was even more than willing to carry your bags into the room too. The two of you walked into the room and automatically groaned in response.

There was only one bed.

"I could've sworn this room has two beds." Ted said, annoyed.

"It's alright, look," you pointed at the couch on the side of the room. "There's a couch. I'll just sleep on the couch and you can take the bed.

"I'm not gonna let you sleep on the couch, but I know if I sleep on the couch, my back is be like a right angle when I wake up." Ted laughed.

"I mean, I think we can both be adults and take the bed, yeah?" You quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Alright, only if you're comfortable with it." Ted really wanted to make sure he wasn't putting you in an uncomfortable position, but little does he know, you've had a crush on him for ages. You've always dreamed about a moment like this.

"I'm absolutely comfortable with it." You confirmed.

The two of you sat on the bed and got comfortable on your respective sides. Ted decided to turn on a movie so the two of you laid in bed and watched the movie. Halfway through the movie, Ted offered you a drink from the mini fridge, to which you said yes.

After the both of you became buzzed, you decided to go into your bag to get your phone charger, but something else had fallen out of your bag, also.

"Darlin' you dropped your candy," Ted picked up the chocolate bar to hand it back to you, but his eyes widened as soon as he saw the wrapper. It was one of those chocolates that make you extremely horny when you eat it. "What the hell is this?" He laughed.

"Oh my god," You groaned. "Beard gave it to me as a joke. He told me that him and Jane eat these all the time and that it's like... unreal."

Ted's glance kept dancing between you and the chocolate bar in his hands. He cleared his throat. "That sounds, interesting."

"I don't even know why I took it. It's just gonna be a waste." You turned away from Ted to get your pajamas out of your bag.

"It doesn't have to be a waste." Ted quirked his eyebrow at you.

"Really?" You raised your eyebrow back at him.

"Why not? It's storming out so we can't do anything, it'll give us something to do. Unless you don't wanna do it." Ted quickly reassured.

"You're right, why not? Let me just get my pajamas on and let's do it." There's a chance nothing will even happen, but he's right. There was nothing else to do.

You went into the bathroom to get changed into your pajamas. When you looked into the mirror, you had to give yourself a little pep talk before you could go back out there.

You walked out in a pair of satin pajama pants and a satin tank top, with no bra, of course. Ted quickly adjusted his sweatpants and cleared his throat when he saw you. You think he would be completely fine without the chocolate.

You plopped down on the bed next to Ted, resting on your knees. He was nervously playing with the chocolate in his hands.

"You ready?" He broke the chocolate in half and gave you one half.

"Let's do this." You both clinked the halves of chocolate before eating them. You took the chocolate and thoroughly chewed it before swallowing it. When you and Ted both finished eating it, you two just looked at each other.

"I don't feel anything," Ted said.

"Yeah, me either. I feel fine." You said. It was true, you really did feel fine. "Let's just give it some time."

Ten minutes passed and you two felt okay. Ted was completely focused on the movie you guys were watching while you kept trying to glance over at Ted through your peripherals.

Twenty minutes passed and neither one of you said a word. You were starting to feel more awake, but that was the only extent of it. Maybe Beard just gave you a regular chocolate, but he wanted me to think it was the special chocolate. Kind of like a placebo effect.

Thirty minutes passed and you finally began to feel something. You weren't sure about Ted, but you were starting to feel uncomfortable in your skin. The fabric of your clothing was just too tight. Your nipples were strained against the very thin material of your shirt. Underneath your underwear, your clit began to throb, desperate for some sort of contact.

Ted was still watching the movie that was on while you subtly crossed your legs, trying to relieve some of that pressure. It did, the tiniest bit. I clenched my legs and slowly rubbed my legs back and forth, trying so hard not to groan at the frustration. It wasn't good enough.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ted's hand slowly moving over to your side of the bed. His hand finally landed on your thigh, and you already wanted to scream. The inner skin of your thigh was incredibly sensitive, and his touch made you turn to jelly.

"Just watch the movie," Ted said coldly. "I'll take care of ya." Ted used his finger nails to softly draw circles around your inner thigh, working his way up to your center. He softly cupped your pussy over the fabric of your shorts, causing you to inadvertently grind on his hand.

Without even looking at you, he slipped his hand underneath your shorts and your underwear and began drawing lazy circles over your clit.

"You're so wet. Is this all for me?" Ted said cockily. "I don't think we even needed that chocolate. I think you get yourself all worked up on your own."

"Fuck," I moaned. He finally looked over at me and his eyes were completely blown with lust. As his finger continued to circle your clit, you hand reached up under your shirt to pull at your nipples. Between the sensation on your clit and your nipples, it was enough to push you over the edge.

"Wait, wait." You moaned out to Ted, not ready to come yet. He quickly pulled his hand out from underneath your shorts. You quickly got up and straddled Ted's lap, over his obvious boner. You wrapped your arms around his neck and connected your lips onto his. It was messy and desperate. The two of you couldn't possibly get closer to one another.

The outline of his cock was directly underneath your clothed pussy. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, you moaned right into his mouth causing you to grind down right on his cock.

"Oh my god," You cried out as the fabric of your shorts hit your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. The pressure you've been looking for.

As you continued to work your hips back and forth, Ted took it upon himself to pull your tank top off, exposing your tits right in front of his face.

"Fuck, look at you. You're unreal, darlin' you know that?" Ted groaned into your tits. He latched his lips onto your right nipple and swirled his tongue around the peak. The warmth of his mouth was ungodly.

Your hips began to move faster as you were about to come. The moans that left your mouth were filthy, the type of moans that you only hear in porn. Ted must've been able to tell that you were able to finish.

"Come on baby, that's right. Come all over me. I've gotcha." He continued to play with your nipples as he tried to get you to finish.

"Mmmmm," You squealed as the cord in your lower belly snapped, causing you to come all inside your pajama pants. Out of breath, you exhaled, "My god."

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Ted said. "But, if I don't fuck you right now, I think my dick will explode."

You helped Ted rip off his t shirt while he worked on his sweatpants. Just in his boxers, he flipped you over so he was hovering above you.

He leaned down and placed a desperate kiss on your lips and he worked his way down the rest of your body. Trailing a mess of kisses down your neck and collar bone. You began whining, needing more from him.

"Darlin', I would love nothing more than to have my tongue all over you, but I need to be inside of you, okay? Besides, I think you're more than ready for me." Ted groaned.

"Next time, then." You said cockily.

Ted pulled his boxers down, his cock springing right on his lower belly. You gulped, not only because you wanted him, but because you weren't quite sure he was going to fit.

"Ted, I-," You grew worried.

"It's okay. honey. I'll go slow." He placed a kiss on your lips before lining his cock right at your pussy and slowly pushing inside. He had one hand on the side of your face, using it as leverage to kiss you. His other hand rubbing slow circles on your clit so you'll take him in easier.

"You okay, sugar?" He asked.

"I'm perfect, Teddy. I need you to move," you whined.

Ted moved in you more and more. You moaned louder every time he moved. When you wanted him to go even deeper, you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your cervix causing your back to arch in pleasure.

Ted slowly moved out of you just to slam back in. As he could feel your pussy getting accustomed to his size, he began to pick up the pace. Slow and passionate turned into fast and desperate.

"Would you take a look at that?" Ted breathed out, forcing your head to look down. As drew out his thrust, you could see the bulge of his cock in your lower stomach.

"Jesus, baby. You look so fucking hot like this." Ted moaned as he continued to thrust into you.

As he continued rubbing your clit, you could feel your second orgasm begin to build.

"Ted, I'm close," you moaned into his mouth.

"Me too, baby. Come on my cock, sugar." Ted moaned back. That's all it took for you to let go, coming all over Ted while he was still inside of you.

"Where do you want me, darlin'?" Ted asked while you were riding out your high.

"Inside. I need to feel you fill me up." I moaned. At that exact moment, Ted let go and came inside of you. His thrusts became lazier as he was riding out his high inside of you.

As he pulled out, he groaned at his come just sliding right out, "Baby, you should look at this. I'm just falling right out of ya."

The thought of that made you wanna jump on top of him and fuck him again.

Ted rolled over and laid in bed next to you and the two of you started to laugh. You covered your face as you laughed, with a hint of embarrassment.

"I gotta ask Beard for more of those chocolate," Ted exclaimed.

"I thought you said I didn't need it. I honesty don't think you need it either." I smirked at him.

"You're completely right. I just like chocolate." Ted joked, causing you to laugh.

God, this man was perfect.

[lemmetreatya]

IT WAS YOU THAT GOT ME OBSESSED WITH NERD ONY 😀 now all I can think and is him slowly fucking you while yall both study or reading him a book you BEGGED him to buy while he goes down on you 🥸he helped you get all yo college credits 😫 and although he doesn't normally go to parties he'll go if you ask him nicely (give him head) 😶‍🌫️oh Lord this man has a choke hold on me frl 😔

baby i haven’t written anything for you lot in a minute but this just pulled me outta that slump 🤤🤤🤤 HERE YOU GOOOO

PART 1

content: afab!reader, smut, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, pet names

ever since the first time you and nerd!onyankopon shared sexual intimacy, almost every experience from then on was far more daring than the first. not only had it brought the both of you closer to each other but it pushed you both to explore more of your sexualities.

“if you just put the blanket over your lap, no one will know.” nerd!onyankopon mumbles. 

a moan, masked as a groan left your throat. 

not only were you trying to control your breathing but you were aiming to not looked as blissed out as you actually were. it didn’t help that you currently had nerd!onyankopon’s dick wedged deep inside of your pussy and just about kissing your cervix — all whilst being within the public park a 2 minutes walk away from your university. 

“ony, they’re so gonna know.” you whine. 

“they won’t, trust me.” 

nerd!onyankopon thrusts upwards with a scratchy sound from his throat. with one hand secure on your hip and the other trying to support himself from behind, he slowly starts to move inside of you. 

“s-shit, ony.” 

“mhm.” 

you dip your head forwards. 

“fuck, someones gonna know.” you whimper. 

you make a sorry attempt to tug the picnic blanket more over your lower halves but it all it does is cause your pencils and laptop to slide from your lap. 

in nervous haste, you bend forwards to try and collect the spilt items but nerd!onyankopon takes the opportunity as leverage to fuck into you more.

“onyyyyy…” you gasp. 

there’s no relenting from the man as he keeps a hand on your back to hold you in your place and uses that leverage to fuck upwards into your sopping cunt. the both of you moan in pleasurable lust as you fuck in haste. 

“ony, someones c-coming this way…”

“just gimme a minute, bae.” 

nerd!onyankopon thrusts start to get more needier and soon his languid pistons turn rabbit-like. not being able to take the speed, you let yourself be taken at nerd!onyankopon’s will all until you feel him still against the flush of your ass. 

“shiiiit.” he mutters softly, his forehead sweaty as he leans it forwards against the clothes on your back. 

with an annoyed groan, you try to reach forwards to finally pick up your fallen items. 

“tell me when you’re not gonna pull out next time.” 

“sorry, mamas.” he says — without an ounce of remorse in his voice. 

nerd!onyankopon loves when you ask him for gifts that act as study material. he finds it amusing considering he knows you’re only a learner through his encouragement. still yet, he never finds it in him to remind you of that. only encourage you. 

“come on, me dofo. you wanted this book so bad, what’s stopping you now, huh?” 

it was clear that nerd!onyankopon wanted to see you suffer in pleasure. it was also very clear that he wanted the exact opposite to what he was asking of you as he languidly suckled and ate at your wet cunt with determination. if it wasnt for the book in your hand, then you would have had your fingers craddling the back of his head or tugging at the sheets. 

“ony…i, i can’t—“

“please, baby.” he momentarily lifts his head to look at you, eyes hooded and sultry as he watched you from underneath his gaze. “im asking so nicely. wanna hear my baby’s voice.” 

nerd!onyankopon bends his head down to lick a long strip from the bottom of your cunt to the top. now you’re both letting out moans of pleasure. 

“please?” he coos again. 

your eyes can barely open properly to see what the text said, but if nerd!onyankopon said please, who were you to deny him what he wanted?

“w-w-we are…all…all antennae for…” you try and read.  

nerd!onyankopon is back to eating at your pussy so feverently but your mind is deluded in his pleasing that you can barely get any words out. your tongue wont let anything staple leave your mouth — only stutters of failed words. nerd!onyankopon deviously gathers a wad of spit in his mouth before spitting it into your gaping hole. as he leans back to work the white froth into your cunt with his fingers, nerd!onyankopon looks up at you with hooded eyes and glistening lips. 

“for what, baby? c’mon, i didnt tell you to stop.”

you arch your back in retaliation as small fluttery moans leave your mouth. you lull your head to the side in hopes of being able to read better. 

“f-for…crea…tive…thought— ony!”

it was no use; nerd!onyankopon’s fingers were digging so deep inside of you that all you could think about was your impending orgasm. 

“fuck, ony. im gonna cum all over your fucking faaaace.”

nerd!onyankopon only grins widely as he continues curving his fingers inside of you towards him. 

“i don’t remember that being what the book say?” he cheekily muses. 

nerd!onyankopon wasn’t easy to influence. he knew how to assert his ground and command the relationship. still, nerd!onyankopon was near enough smitten by you and would allow you to pretty much convince him to do anything within reason. 

“i dont wanna go.” 

nerd!onyankopon doesn’t look up from his laptop as he continues to type away at it. you on the other hand can only continue to whine loudly as you roll around on the sofa. 

“onyyyyy! it’ll be fuuuuun! i don’t wanna go unless you’re there.”

you give the man a pout but its one that he doesn’t see. nerd!onyankopon’s eyebrows are creased as he continues to concentrate on his work. 

“i hear it baby but you know how much i wanted to try and crack this python code. shits been giving me trouble for weeks and I think i’m finally close to breaking it.”

you don’t reply this time. all you do is give him a sad look. it takes nerd!onyankopon a few seconds to realise you were no longer saying anything and so when he does look up at you, his face changes. 

“i— nooo, baby. don’t give me them eyes.”

“then cooome!”

nerd!onyankopon still isn’t convinced and he gives you an apologetic face to prove so. sitting up onto your lap, you squint your eyes at him. 

“what if i gave you a bit of an incentive to go, hm?” 

nerd!onyankopon gives you a look, mirroring your expression. 

“what type of incentive?”

nerd!onyankopon groans loudly as your mouth moulds around his cock. with your head bopping up and down along his shaft, you use one of your hands to massage at his balls. 

“fuuuuck, just like that baby.” 

nerd!onyankopon isn’t usually a harsh man when it comes to sex but he can’t help but lay a massive hand to the back of your head which makes you gag. 

“mhm. yeah, that’s it. choke on that shit.” 

you continue to suck the man off, saliva and precum mixing as it dribbles down your chin. you moan over nerd!onyankopon’s cock as you look up at him through your lashes and its this sight that pushes him to the pinnacle. 

“baby, im close. shit, i-i-im real, real close.” 

small mutters of “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” leaves nerd!onyankopon’s mouth as he holds no manners for releasing himself from your lips and squirting his seed over your face. 

a gasp leaves your throat at the explosion on your face and you have to jerk your head backwards in order not to be hit anywhere vital. 

as nerd!onyankopon comes down from his high, his chest heaves up and down. he can’t help but stare at you with a grin on his face. 

“shit…looks like im going to that party then.” 

[matchingbatbites]

watermelon sugar high (18+)

Much love to @amethyst-crowns for being my #1 cheerleader for this fic! So happy to finally share this with you! CW: This fic contains transmasc Steve Harrington, and I use both masculine and feminine terms for his genitalia. It also contains food porn, so feel free to skip if that's not your thing. Read on Ao3 | 3.3k

"What are you doing?" 

Eddie's voice sounds strangled to his own ears, and Steve looks up at him from his position on the pool patio. His boyfriend is wearing a t-shirt and the shortest swim shorts known to mankind, and his face is flushed from a combination of sitting in the sun and the exertion from whatever it is he's doing. He gives Eddie a tight smile and nods to the watermelon currently cradled in the grip of his thighs.

"Robin showed me a video of this guy crushing a watermelon between his thighs, and I wanted to see if I could do it." 

Eddie is a little baffled as he watches Steve, because what the fuck? Is this a thing? There’s no way this is a thing, that people actually do this. And yet here Steve is, hands braced on the concrete behind him, his hips lifting off the ground as he squeezes his legs again. 

Whatever Eddie was going to say in response dies in an instant. He feels weak in the knees as he watches the muscle of Steve’s thighs shift beneath skin, all taut and firm and bite-able from the strain. He needs to get down there, wants to feel it under his hands, wants to taste Steve’s effort with his tongue.

Steve lets out a pained groan that does absolutely nothing to help with Eddie's train of thought, and then a cracking, ripping sound cuts through the yard. The younger boy laughs in disbelief and looks up at Eddie, who can only stare, his face and dick both flooding with heat as the now watermelon halves drop onto the concrete.

The thought ‘god, I wish that were me’ somehow finds its way through the jumbled maze of Eddie's brain before slipping through his teeth and into the air. Steve just laughs again, bright and loud, even as his expression shifts into something hungrier. "Did you enjoy my little show, Eds?"

The weak, distracted “Yes, fuck,” that Eddie somehow manages to get out only widens the grin on Steve’s face. Eddie wishes he could string together more than two fucking words, wishes he could tell Steve how insanely fucking hot he found that whole display, but he’s entranced He’s completely spellbound as he watches juice drip off toned thighs, and Jesus Christ. What he wouldn't give to shove his face right between them, to lick them clean and feel them squeeze tight around his head. 

And either Steve is getting too good at reading Eddie, or - more likely - Eddie’s desires are currently plastered over his face like a billboard, because his sweet, sexy, sinful boyfriend spreads his legs open and leans back on his hands again. 

"You wanna taste, baby?"

Eddie whimpers and nods because God, does he want to. His hands twitch at his side with the need to reach out and grab, and he fists his hands in his jeans in an attempt to temper the urge. Steve sees it all, hums and tips his head to the side like he’s thinking about it, and Eddie stays where he is, waiting patiently even though every one of his nerves feels like a fucking live-wire.

"Mmm, okay."

Oh, Eddie doesn't need to be told twice. He jerks forward, eagerly dropping to to lay between Steve’s legs, uncaring about the crack of his knees or the fruit juice that soaks into his shirt. His hands wrap around his boyfriend’s gorgeous thighs and his tongue licks a stripe up that tempting expanse of skin. The sticky sweetness of the watermelon mixed with the salt of Steve’s sweat is a heady combo that Eddie instantly craves more of.

“That’s it, clean me up, Eds.”

Eddie feels like a starving man as he licks Steve clean, making his way closer and closer to the edge of those tiny fucking shorts with every pass, unable to resist giving him an occasional bite or sucking the beginnings of a bruise into lightly hairy skin. Steve’s legs are trembling by the time he moves to the other thigh and repeats it all over again, mirroring the entire process of lick-bite-kiss and flying high on the soft moans and breathy sighs coming from above him. 

When he finishes he glances up at Steve’s face and sees that his earlier flush has spread down onto his neck, that his pupils are blown wide with pleasure, and Eddie feels a sense of pride at how he did that. He made Steve all breathless and shaky with nothing but his mouth, with his teeth and tongue and careful attention. It leaves Eddie a little awestruck at the effect he has on Steve, and he hasn’t even touched anything except his thighs.

On that thought, Eddie looks down and sees more physical evidence of exactly what he can do to Steve, the dark spot forming on his shorts even more telling. He leans in again, fully intent on sucking the wet fabric into his mouth so he can taste it, but he’s stopped before he can get anywhere close. It takes him a moment to realize why, to notice that Steve has pushed a hand into his hair, holding him in place and keeping him from reaching his prize. 

His boyfriend tuts softly as he tugs on the locks, arching Eddie’s neck so he can look at his face properly. “Nuh-uh. If you want that you gotta beg for it, baby.”

Eddie shivers at Steve's tone, because fuck, it's gonna be one of those days. 

“Shit, Stevie please. You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart, need to taste you."

The hand tightens in his hair and Eddie whines high as Steve says "You need? How selfish of you, Eds. Maybe I should get myself off and make you watch, hm? Make you wish that it was you touching me instead."

Eddie shakes his head as best he can against the firm grip. "No no no, please. Wanna make you feel good, baby. Want you to use me however you need, wanna feel you come on my face."

Steve rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance and his fingers loosen. “I guess that’s good enough. Go ahead, then.”

Eddie barely gets out a “Thank you,” as he leans in and presses his tongue flat against that wet spot, tasting it for just a moment before moving up to Steve’s dick and licking a broad stripe over it through the shorts. He scrapes his teeth over it, knows the fabric will dull the sensation a bit, and Steve shudders. 

He grinds his hips up into Eddie's face for just a moment before he says “Get these off of me, baby,” and Eddie is eager to help as he pulls Steve’s shorts down and off. He tosses them somewhere nearby and presses back in, licking over Steve’s hole and tasting the slick that's leaking from him. Steve lets out a startled moan at the sudden contact, but seems more than happy to let Eddie do as he wants, especially when he brings a hand up to rub at Steve’s dick, especially when he hums his pleasure against Steve’s heated skin.

Every time he gets to have Steve like this is fucking Nirvana. There's no heaven that could be better than right here between Steve's legs, listening to him gasp and moan as Eddie gorges himself on his boyfriend's pleasure. The lingering flavor of watermelon in his mouth makes Steve taste divine, and when a thought flashes through Eddie’s mind- Well, he’s never been one to ignore an impulse for long.

Eddie digs his fingers into the nearby watermelon and grabs a chunk of the meat, completely heedless of the juice that soaks his hand and drips down his wrist. He crushes it in his hand, breaking it into smaller pieces before he smears it over Steve’s little dick and pussy, and the younger boy moans at the slick touch. Eddie dives in again and swipes his tongue through the mess, groaning loud at the taste of it, the sweetness of the fruit combined with Steve’s heady slick. Steve falls back so he’s laying flat and pushes his hips up, grinding against Eddie’s face as he sinks a hand back into brown curls and pulls.

“Fuuuck yeah, that’s it, baby. Love how greedy you are for it. Don’t even care that we’re outside, that anyone could stop by and see how good you are for me, huh?”

Eddie moans into soft skin, and just the idea of someone catching them like this has him grinding his own dick down into the concrete beneath him. He pushes his tongue into Steve’s hole and lets his nose bump up against his dick as Eddie eats him out, relishing in every noise and praise he pulls from his boyfriend. 

It's not long before Steve is gasping out a warning, an urgent “Fuck, baby, don't stop! Gonna come on your face, don't-!”

Nothing except another fucking gate opening beneath them could stop Eddie now, not when Steve is so close that Eddie can literally taste it. He brings a hand up and slides Steve’s dick between his fingers, the mix of spit and slick and juice easing the way as Eddie jerks him off, trying to give him that last little push over the edge. It pays off when those thighs snap shut around Eddie’s head and god, who needs to breathe when Steve is coming, moaning high and loud as he rides out his high against Eddie’s face. 

Eddie just lets it happen, enjoys the sharp tug of Steve’s hand in his hair, the trembling of his thighs where they’re squeezed tight around him. He feels Steve twitch for a moment before he relaxes all at once, his breath heavy as his legs fall away, and Eddie is finally able to pull back. The lower half of his face is soaked, he can feel it as it starts to dry on his chin, tacky and slightly uncomfortable, and he licks his lips to get just one more taste of the fucking ambrosia he’s just devoured.

He doesn’t have a chance to worry about properly cleaning off his face before Steve is pulling him into a sloppy kiss, and he just melts into it, lets Steve bully his tongue inside so he can taste himself in Eddie’s mouth. He must like what he finds because he lets out a low, heady moan that goes straight to Eddie's dick, and the older boy can’t resist rutting down into the concrete once more, needing some kind of relief.

Steve pulls back after a moment but doesn't go far, lets their lips brush as he asks “Want me to get you off, baby?”

“Yes, please, Stevie. Need to come so bad.”

“Yeah, I know you do. Do you want my hand or my mouth, sunshine?”

Eddie’s reply is a half-whimpered “Mouth, please,” and Steve grins.

“Of course, anything you want. Need you to do something for me first, though, okay?”

Eddie nods and Steve reaches out to grab the mutilated watermelon half, the one Eddie had dug his hand into earlier, and holds it as he looks at Eddie coyly. “Want you to get your dick all sweet and juicy for me. Can you do that, baby?”

Something in Eddie short-circuits at the mental image of what Steve is asking him to do, and he blinks rapidly as he glances between his boyfriend and the fruit in his hands. “Are you- Are you serious?”

Steve nods and hums, but Eddie can see him soften just a little at Eddie's hesitation. “You don’t have to. It’s just a thought.”

Eddie swallows hard and shakes his head. It’s weird, for sure, but they've never been the type to shy away from trying weirder things in bed. “No, I’ll- Yeah I’ll do it.”

Steve’s grin is predatorial as Eddie sits back on his knees and opens his jeans with trembling hands, so willing to do whatever Steve wants him to. He shivers when his dick is finally freed, and he places his hands on Steve’s as he moves closer, completely aware of his boyfriend’s hungry, eager gaze. He pushes forward and shudders when the underside of his dick makes contact with the red flesh, thankful when it’s a bit more sun-warmed than he expected.

Eddie rocks his hips hesitantly, not sure how to feel as his shaft slides through the mess, but Steve’s eyes on him keep him going, as does his soft “C’mon baby. Fuck it good for me.”

Jesus Christ. He doesn’t miss Steve’s soft gasp when he finally gives a proper thrust, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to do it again. “Shit, Stevie, the fuckin’ things I do for you.”

Steve just gives him a wicked smile, sharp hazel eyes flicking up to his face before looking back at where Eddie’s dick is sliding against the somewhat mangled fruit. “I love it. Love knowing how good you are for me, love seeing how far you’ll go to make me happy. You’d do anything I ask, wouldn’t you, love?”

Eddie nods as he continues to roll his hips, mutters a soft “Yeah, fuck, anything,” as he really starts to get into it.

Steve watches him for just another moment before he pulls a hand free and digs it into the meat of the watermelon, covering it in the juice. He grabs Eddie’s dick and strokes it, and it should be sticky and uncomfortable but instead it just makes him whine, makes his hips stutter as he bucks into the firm grip. 

“Stevie, sweetheart- You said-”

“I know what I said, baby. Just making sure you’re nice and sweet for me.” He jacks Eddie off for just a second more before he sets the watermelon off to the side. “Sit on the lounger for me?”

Eddie nods and stands up, wincing briefly at the ache in his knees as he moves the few feet to the lounge chair and sits on the edge of it. Steve follows him and settles between Eddie’s legs in a clear mirror of their earlier positions, and he locks eyes with Eddie as he leans in and scrapes his teeth over one denim-clad thigh, a mean mimicry of a bite that Eddie desperately wants.

“Want you to keep your hands to yourself, Eds. Absolutely no touching me, got it?”

Eddie’s reply is a weak “Yes, Stevie,” and Steve grins up at him. Eddie doesn’t have a chance to brace himself before Steve is swallowing him down, no teasing or licking or anything that he normally does. He just takes Eddie’s dick to the back of his throat like the fucking champ that he is, and Eddie releases a strangled whine as his hands fly up to grab at his own hair. 

His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, and after everything they’ve already done, Eddie knows that this won't take long at all. 

Steve looks at him through his lashes and groans like Eddie’s watermelon flavored dick is the best thing he’s ever tasted and Jesus fuck. Eddie tugs at his curls, enjoying how the sharp sting only adds to his quickly mounting pleasure, and he can’t even buck his hips because Steve has them in an iron grip as he presses them into the lounge seat. 

The show of strength rips a whine from Eddie’s throat and he can see the pleased sparkle in Steve’s eye as he bobs his head properly, doubling down on his attempt to make Eddie see fucking stars. It works so well, too well, and Eddie should probably be embarrassed by how quickly he’s going to come, but he isn’t. He knows that Steve loves seeing how fast he can make Eddie pop off, loves ripping an orgasm from him so quickly that it almost hurts, but fuck if Eddie doesn’t love it just as much .

“Shit, Stevie, gonna-!” 

Steve just ignores the warning, presses in until his nose is pressed into Eddie’s pubes, and it only takes him swallowing around the head of his dick for Eddie to be fucking gone. He curls forward as he comes down Steve's throat with a strangled moan, grateful for the death grip he has on his own hair because there's no way he'd be able to stop himself from touching Steve at this point. Not as his boyfriend sucks him dry, as he licks over Eddie's dick until the older is almost shaky with overstimulation. 

When Steve finally pulls away, Eddie feels completely boneless, like a puppet whose strings have been cut, and he drops back onto the lounge chair. He’s still trying to catch his breath when Steve climbs up into his lap and grabs one of his hands, and Eddie just watches as Steve guides it between his legs. 

"Gimme two fingers, baby. Let me have one more and then we can go shower, okay?" 

Eddie nods weakly and pushes two fingers up into Steve's dripping cunt, and god, if he wasn't still floating down from his sky-high climax, the absolute vision that is Steve riding his fingers would be enough to instantly have him going again.

Instead he just watches, angling his palm up to press against Steve’s dick so his boyfriend can grind down against it, chasing his own pleasure once again. He's making those breathy little gasps that Eddie loves to kiss out of his mouth, and looking down at Eddie with so much affection that it nearly drives his post-orgasm brain to tears.

"Fuck, Eds, love you so much. Always make me feel so good, baby. Perfect boy, just for me, yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie breathes. He knows he's mirroring Steve's look of adoration, can't help it as he watches his boyfriend take what he wants, something Eddie is more than happy to give him. “Your good boy. Your toy to fuck and use. Love to watch you come 'cause of me, wanna see it, please.”

Steve gasps and nods, his hand snaps down to take Eddie's wrist in an iron grip as he grinds down, a bit sloppy and uncoordinated now. His head drops back and he moans loud as he comes again, hips stuttering and thighs shaking. Eddie’s hand is quickly drenched in slick as that wet heat clenches tight around his fingers, and Eddie shudders with the briefest moment of regret that it’s not his dick currently buried in Steve.

He pulls his fingers free and wipes them off on his shirt, knowing that the article is already filthy at this point, and rubs his clean - cleaner - hand over Steve’s thigh. He watches as the boy takes a second to catch his breath, coming down from his high a little before he’s leaning forward to draps himself over Eddie’s chest. 

Eddie feels him placing a few kisses to the underside of his jaw and dips his chin to get a lazy but proper kiss. They just lay there for a while, lounging and kissing as that syrupy satisfaction settles into their bones, the gentle quiet only broken when Steve speaks up.

"You promise that you're not weirded out by the watermelon thing?" He’s clearly worried as he asks, and Eddie leans in to nuzzle at his cheek in a moment of soft reassurance.

"Babe, you regularly put me on a leash and call me puppy-" 

"Because you asked me to!"

"-Therefore, I think it would take something a lot more extreme for you to weird me out." 

Eddie grins as he leans in and scrapes his teeth over Steve's jaw, not hard enough to be an actual bite, but enough that Steve leans into it. "Or did you forget that you're talking to Hawkin’s very own king of the freaks?”

Steve hums in disbelief, still a bit unsure, and Eddie can’t resist pressing one more kiss to the twin moles on his cheek. “Besides, I'm pretty sure I put it on your dick first."

"Huh. You know what? You're right. I'm completely faultless here." Steve sits up and pats Eddie's chest, significantly more chipper than he was mere seconds ago. "C'mon, puppy. Let's go take a shower."

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THW Aemond's Kink List (18+)

Pairing: Dark!Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: nsfw situations;

Author's Note: You made me do this. You created this monstrosity. I hope this is exactly what you wanted, you sick, sick ppl

I'm done forever I FEEL SO ASHAMED PLS STOP ASKING ME FOR THE LIST NOW I HAVE 2 NEW REQS THAT MENTION IT 😭😀

Just as the title says, this is a basic list that dives into what's going on in that (even more basic) head of his.

I ended up splitting this into halves - one that speaks of his kinks when engaging with a casual sexual partner, and the other that goes into detail about what he's like strictly with the reader.

With Someone He Doesn't "Love"

When it comes to having sex for the simple sake of it, Aemond is a hard dom. He takes what he needs, with little to no regard for the feelings of others, and immediately leaves thereafter.

Although he still likes to give pleasure in his own way, and knows that aftercare is important, he's taking part in an actual war. Which often means he's more needed somewhere else, and is always left pent up and frustrated.

On his partner:

Choking (Breath Play);

Surprisingly sensual - not at all what you'd expect, with how aggressive he is in "The Harshest Winters", outside the bedroom.

Bondage;

No, not with his eyepatch. It takes a lot of trust for Aemond to remove it in the presence of anyone, even more so in the presence of a bedmate. Still, he's not against using the ropes that secure his clothing, or the leathers that go around his waist.

Degradation (Humiliation Play);

It just gets him going - no surprises here.

Impact Play;

Spanking, hair pulling, mark leaving. He's a possessive man, and likes to see the aftermath of his sessions on his willing partner;

Begging;

He'll be as mean and cruel as he sees fit. And the more his lover begs, the harsher he gets.

Sadism;

As seen in "Begging". The bedroom is the one place where he can retaliate on all the shit that he's been through, on all the wrongs that he thinks have been commited against him. Unfortunately, his partner gets to feel the worst of it.

Orgasm Denial;

This is less for the sake of his bedmate's pleasure, as it is for the fact that he needs a lot of time to actually finish.

Aemond hyperfixates on things, and he likes the feeling of finishing at the same time as his partner.

Unless he's close to an orgasm, they won't feel the edge of relief anytime soon.

Sensory Depravation;

Blindfolds, blindfolds, blindfolds. He gets to feel in utter control, and his partner doesn't have to see his scarred face.

Somewhat Roleplay;

If he's been engaging in it before you, he demands his partner to call him their "King", or "Master".

But if it's post meeting you, he just pretends he's doing you, instead. Bonus, he might just choke out your name when he's done defiling you inside his mind.

Edging;

More or less something that's unintentional.

Spitting (?);

I haven't made my mind about this one. To me, THW Aemond is a very clean and up-kept person. He might deem both his seed and saliva to be something dirty, something that shouldn’t be spread around (lmao that's why Alys is pregnant, he just never pulls out).

So if he does spit in someone's mouth, it's more so to degrade them further, or assert his claim over them.

Breeding Kink;

Come on.

We've all seen it coming - nobody's surprised with that one.

Oh himself:

Edging;

If he can spare the time, and he actually likes his bedmate, Aemond would like nothing more than to be edged like no tomorrow - but on his terms.

No, he won't sub for anyone he doesn't love and fully trust, no matter how fond he is of them.

He likes edging, it makes his release all the sweeter, but he'll still be in full control over what's going on, always on top. He controls the pace, the how's and when's, anything really.

Praise;

He loves being told how good he is, and how well he's fucking his current partner.

When it comes to praise, they can be as graphic and as loud as they want (it's actually encouraged, to be honest). The more he's complimented on his skill and stamina, the more fired up he gets.

Size Difference;

He likes to feel big, looming over someone.

He's always been the tiny, and helpless younger brother. Twice as small as Aegon while growing up, the laughing stock of his siblings and nephews.

Aemond loses his mind when his partner is smaller than him (heightwise - weight doesn't really impact him). It makes him feel dangerous and primal, to be able to manhandle someone as he sees fit.

Overstimulation;

This one's also a "only if he likes his lover" kind of deal.

He'll keep pounding in them, well after his initial release; and if his partner times this well, praising him throughout it, he might just finish inside them twice.

BONUS:

Favourite Positions to do the do:

Reverse cowgirl, doggy style, C.A.T, standing, against pieces of furniture or against the wall.

But How Is Aemond With Someone He Cannot Live Without?

If he actually gets you willingly in bed with him (consent is still very important to him), Aemond is a service dom, a very needy and clingy top, and he does border on being a sub.

I'll get this out of the way right now: yes, he would MUCH rather you still be a virgin by the time you guys make love. It's not about purity culture, but he does want to be your "one and only", your first and last.

He's so obsessed and possessive over you, that the simple thought of another man touching what's his sends him in a downward spiral.

Still, if you aren't a virgin, and have some sexual experience of your own under your belt, he might turn your first time into a little game: based on how many men have made you cum, he'll give you 5 times as many orgasms.

You think that's a lot? You think that's impossible?

Don't worry, you have the whole day ahead. And you can always break fast in bed.

On Lady Tully:

Intimacy;

He might not look or sound like it, but this man is whipped and very much soft for you - above all else, he craves that pure intimacy with you, and would do anything to bring you pleasure.

If you waited for your first "I love you" to happen while in bed with him, then Aemond came the moment you uttered the words to him.

Oopsies

Don't worry, though. Tell him you're proud of him, and that he rides the largest dragon in the world, and he'll be up and about again, 10 seconds tops.

Breeding Kink;

Obviously. He wants an army of babies with you, so uh... good luck.

Size Difference;

He revels in being able to grip you in ways that would be considered dangerous for others - a light hand over your neck, a squeeze of both your wrists as he pins you down.

He never once applies pressure, and he's far too scared to hurt you.

But he loves how tiny your hands are engulfed in his, how your eyes dilate as his bigger body presses deeply against yours.

Bondage;

If you want him to, he'll more than gladly tie you up and leave you bare atop the bed, completely at his mercy.

No, he still doesn't think to use the eyepatch - but if you tell him to do it, he will.

Overstimulation;

He would do it to you, again and again, until you can't breathe from pleasure anymore.

As opposed to how it was when he laid with other women, he overstimulates you purely for the sake of your own pleasure.

He wants to give everything to you. Since he's a man of few words (and the ones he ends up saying aren't always all that), his actions speak the loudest here.

Edging;

It makes him feel good, and it enhances his experience ten fold.

He wants to enrapture you in nothing but bliss - since edging works for him, it must work for you, too, right?

Multiple Orgasms;

Aemond is canonically pussy drunk. He'll stay inside you all day and steal as many orgasms as he can from you.

He's sure he loves you, and wants to take care of you. To him, making you cum around him is the best way to show you how sorry he is for all shit he put you though at the beginning of your relationship.

Knife Play;

... Dagger play.

He sees his blade as an extension of himself. Again, he would NEVER EVER hurt you, and would be very reluctant to even suggest such a thing to you.

If he sees you even slightly uncomfortable at the thought of it, he'll never ask you that again, and forget about the idea entirely.

But if you are game to experiment with him, then he'll gently graze the edge of the knife over your smooth skin (being very careful to not break in a single cut) and yeah, he will use the hilt to... you know.

Stop, he's actually so gross JSKKSKS

BODY WORSHIP;

He senses any insecurity you may have and makes it a point to make that part of your body his new praying altar.

Yeah, he's overcompensating for keeping you in a dungeon during the 1st month of your imprisonment.

Praise;

Loves whispering to you how good you're being for him, how good you make him feel, how much he loves you.

Marking;

You're all his now, and he lives to show it.

If you're modest, and don't like people staring at your hickeys and red marks, prepare to be wearing high collars all the time, even in the midst of summer.

Oral;

If he could spend his whole life with his lips over your cunt, Aemond would die a happy man.

The first time he ate you up, he immediately came into his pants.

Naww, that's just sad, dawg

Light Roleplay;

If you aren't married yet, he 100% roleplays that you're his wife in High Valyrian.

He actually proposes to you in High Valyrian everytime he cums.

BAHAHA IT'S TRUE

The beauty of role-playing with Aemond is that you don't even have to pretend to be anyone else. He does all the work in a language you already know.

He thinks he's very slick with it, but one day you'll stop abrupty and actually give him a reply, and he'll go completely nuts

Voyeurism;

He likes to focus on you pleasuring yourself with no other distraction, and focus in on your face.

He's been engaging in this ever since you started sleeping in his Chambers, let's be honest: sure, you're not actually doing anything sexual in the beginning of your stay with him, but Aemond finds anything you do alluring.

Brushing your hair, yawning, reading a book - everything gets him going.

On himself:

Anything.

Okay, there are some exceptions to this rule, but this isn't a joke. As stated before in his inner thoughts, this man will take ANYTHING that you willingly give him.

If you're into hitting him, slapping him, marking him, pulling his hair, denying him release, degrading him, spitting on him, stepping on him, whatever else - he's more than 1000% down for all that.

You could be so cruel to him, and he'd still be more than thankful just for getting you naked.

Since it's coming from you, and he's so "in love", Aemond won't bat a single eyelash at you, no matter what you suggest him to do.

Even so...

Hair Pulling;

It's one of his favourites. He couldn't tell you why, but he quietly loves it when you try to assert dominance over him;

Praise;

I don't need to elaborate.

Edging;

It prolongs the intimate moment with his lady, and it tests his self-control and focus.

Overstimulation;

He sees it as a very intimate experience, and he doesn't do it with everyone.

It's even more different when he does it with you - he sees it as a wordless way to surrender to you, and let you do whatever you want to him.

While he needs to be in full control with a random lover, Aemond easily lets go with you, and enjoys the stability that comes with the unexpected. You decide how everything goes, you run the show with him.

Knife Play and Blood Play;

He thinks it's really exhilarating to be at your mercy. It takes a lot of trust from him to be suggesting such a thing.

Multiple Orgasms;

He's been with plenty other women, and his sex drive isn't as high as you'd expect. But there's something that you do to him that makes him insatiable.

Light Bondage;

Yep. Tie him up a little bit and use him to your heart's content.

Mutual Masturbation;

Mhm.

BONUS:

Favourite positions to do the do:

Side-by-side scissors, spooning, missionary, mating press, legs on shoulders, standing, cowgirl