#I can walk pretty far and for pretty long w/o it being a problem

[suswous]

There are consequences to being a manic pixie dream girl

[tsoa-incorrect-quotes]

Guys I got another idea,

Meanwhile in a certain tent two brothers are having a very deep discussion.

"The Myrmidon camp should be our easiest way to get close to the gates of Troy." Menelaus said, to his older brother.

"Yes, but the problem is that we don't have enough soldiers stationed there." Agamemnon replied.

"The ones we have are strong enough. Didn't you hear about that monster, with the golden spear? They say he appears in the nightmares of the Trojan soldiers, even the Spartan armies near the camp fear him." Menelaus informed him.

"Yeah, and he's pretty useful too... If only we could find another one of those little menaces. It would make things so much easier for us." Agamemnon told his brother.

"TRANSFER ME TO THE MYRMIDON CAMP!" Achilles' suddenly said, while ripping the curtains of the tent open...

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The chariot stopped abruptly. "We have arrived."The chariot driver told the passenger at the back.

Achilles jumped out of the chariot excitedly.

"Finally! After all those years of waiting. After all the pain and suffering I had to go through. After all the loneliness I had to endure. I would finally see my beloved Patroclus again." He ran towards the camp awaiting the sight of a dark haired boy. However the camp was completely empty. It was a desolate place other than a few tents and campsites it was all empty, not a single soul in sight. "Well this is disappointing." He murmured.

"O-oh my! Prince Achilles. I certainly wasn't expecting you here." An old man spike from the shadows of a nearby tent.

"I was transferred to the Myrmidon camp, just recently. I'm here to help storm the gates of Troy and take part in a glorious battle" The prince replied.

"Oh, well I suppose your a bit late." The old man said.

"What do you mean?"

"Recently there has been a bit of a panic. The soldiers of Troy have attempted an ambush. They were planning to make a surprise attack on the soldiers of the Myrmidon camp. I am far to old to continue fighting so they left me here to keep guarding the camp." The old man informed him.

At this Achilles panicked. "What!? An attack!? An ambush!? Where have the soldiers gone?"

"They have left to hold off the soldiers, though I have doubts they can last for long, they weren't exactly prepared for it. There is a big chance that some lives might be lost. Oh well... We're not above making a few sacrifices." The old man said.

He turned to Achilles, and instantly he thought that he might die of a heart attack right then and there. His eyes were covered in shadow, his hands were in fists, you could see the veins popping out his skin. "Where are they..."

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It was the middle of battle, soldiers were screaming left and right. Spears were being thrown, arrows were being shot and swords were being clashed. The ground was stained in blood. It was chaos. The Spartans were not doing well.

"This is unfair!" "This was an ambush!" "You sorry, cheating Trojans, do you have no shame!" The soldiers would cry. It was no use, this was a big army against one small camp.

"This is a mess" Achilles thought as he found the battle field, he could see the Spartan soldiers dying around him. "One of them was Patroclus!" He didn't want to think about it, but that one fact was his only thought. The boy who kept him awake for nights. The boy who was the treasure within his memories. The boy whose smile would shine brighter than the sun. The boy who he has kept him from going insane, through all the suffering here has faced within these past few years. "I will allow this battlefield to burn, I do not care for the lives of these soldiers, I do not care who has to die. I will ensure that my Patroclus will be in my arms once more."

With that thought in his mind, he jumped into the battlefield. He was like a rock thrown at a flock of birds. His presence was enough to cause discord. His onyx armor would reflect the horrified faces of the soldiers. His copper shoes would walk through the blood and bodies of the dead. And his dark helmet would be the last thing that they saw. He held a spear in each hand and carved his way through the armies. Nobody was safe, Spartans, Trojans, he did not care. "Where is he!" His mind wasnt even focused on the screams of the dying warriors, he was distracted with the thought of his lover, who might've already been stabbed through a sword. "No, he is alive he is strong, he is MINE!"

Suddenly a spear would appear from out of nowhere. Achilles made the mistake of turning his head. It would have slipped through the eye socket of his helmet, and it would leave him blind.

The spear was caught, just moments before it could reach his eyes. The hand belonged to a boy with dark skin and silver iron armor. He threw it at the soldier who shot it. It went straight through his head. And the incompetent man was left for dead.

The dark haired boy looked at the man in dark armour. They stared at each other, despite the anarchy and the chaise around them they both stood still. It was as if the screams of the dying soldiers around them were clogged too their ears, the splashes blood were dripping slowly, and the spears were moving in slow motion.

( Guys the man who was left back at camp was supposed to be the old guy, who was friends with Hercules but I forgot his name)

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KaiMiku - Home

Home is where the heart is.

Story Link:

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Miku: Um, Excuse me, Kaito-Nii?

Kaito: (Eating ice cream on the sofa) Yes, Miku?

Miku: Are you busy today?

Kaito: Well, I'm relaxing on the sofa while eating ice cream so, not really.

Miku: I-I see... (fidgeting)

Kaito: Is there something you need, Miku?

Miku: Ah, w-well...

Kaito: Come on, spit it out.

Miku: C-Can you drive me somewhere?

Kaito: Oh. Where to?

Miku: A-A house.

Kaito: Whose house?

Miku: U-Um... C-Can I tell you when we get there?

Kaito: (Chuckles) Well, I don't really know where we're going if you don't tell me the address

Miku: Ah, r-right.

Kaito: You silly girl (chuckles and pats her head)

Miku: embarrassed laughter; W-Well, it's here (shares map location to phone).

Kaito: (looks at his phone) Huh, it's pretty far from here.

Miku: W-Would that be a problem?

Kaito: Not really. Okay, I'll start up the car and get ready.

Miku: Really?! Thank you, Kaito-Nii, I'll get ready too.

Kaito: You're welcome

Their trip is pretty silent. Miku isn't as talkative as usual, they'd usually talk about a lot of things, even more, if it's only the two of them. She's been more comfortable sharing her thoughts and feelings with him.

Miku: U-Umm, thank you again for driving me there, Kaito-Nii.

Kaito: Hey, no problem. Besides, it beats the slow bus ride, right? And you gotta pay for it too!

Miku: R-Right.

Kaito: Wait, is this your plan, Miku? Now that you know I got a car you can get free rides to your destinations? I know you can be pretty stingy but wow...

Miku: I-I'm sorry... I-I can pay for the car gas...

Kaito: No no no, I'm sorry, sorry I'm joking. If you wanna go somewhere, just ask me. Don't be shy.

Miku: O-Ok, thank you.

Kaito: No problem. Anyway, we're almost there. Whoa...

Miku: What's the matter?

Kaito: Seems like we're gonna have to go through a pretty tight neighborhood road

Miku: Ah, right! Please follow my directions, Kaito-Nii.

Miku gives the direction.

Kaito: You went through this route every time you come here?

Miku: Yes, but I usually walk from the bus station back there.

Kaito: You do? Still, this is pretty far even if you go on foot. Why not use a taxi?

Miku: It costs a lot more than a bus.

Kaito: But at least it's more private and you don't have to disguise yourself.

Miku: Well... You got me there. But still, the largest cost in the end.

Kaito: Okay then.

Kaito: Can I ask you something, though? Something personal?

Miku: Um... Sure?

Kaito: Why are you so... Well... stingy? I mean sorry for being direct but, you're a celebrity, and monetary-wise you can afford a lot more things. There's no reason for you to... Hold back on the spending a bit.

Miku: ...You'll know soon enough.

Kaito: ...Ok. I guess I can wait.

after some more direction from Miku, they've arrived

Miku: Here we are.

Kaito: We are?

Miku: Yes. I'll explain everything outside

Kaito: Ok then

they exit the car, Kaito follows Miku and then sees her observing a house that is in very poor condition.

Kaito: What are you looking at, Miku?

Miku: My reason why.

Kaito: This old house?

Miku: Yes, my old house...

Kaito: Y-Your old house? You mean the house where you and your parents- Oh...

Miku: Yes, a long time ago.

Kaito: Oh, Miku…

Miku: My parents bought this house after I was born. Mama said papa and she was so happy when they managed to acquire this house, they finally have a good place to raise me, a place to be a family, a place to call home.

Kaito: That sounds pleasant.

Miku: Isn't it?

Kaito: Sorry to ask... What happened?

Miku: ...After papa passed away, mama tried her best to pay what they owed to the bank, but her best isn't enough. Eventually, the debts caught up, and the bank... the house got foreclosed.

Kaito: I-I'm sorry...

Miku: A few years ago, I found out that this house was put back on sale. From that day on, I saved up my money so that maybe one day, I can get this house back. I'd also secretly go and see the house myself from time to time. I don't care how long it will take, I want this house back.

Kaito: M-Miku...

Miku: This house... Contains a lot of memories that are precious to me and my parents. (her voice starts to shake) To have lost it, after I-I've lost p-papa and mama...she places her hands over her heart; it hurts... it h-hurts so much...

Miku: tearing up; It feels like a part of me, is taken away from me. The memories of my childhood, and the memories of my parents... (her voice cracks) all gone...

Kaito: Hey, hey, come here... (hugs her)

Miku: (her tears are starting to fall) I'm sorry, I couldn't help but cry every time I come here...

Kaito: (rubs her head gently) You have nothing to be sorry for.

Miku: Papa... mama...

Kaito: There, there...

Miku: (through her crying) I-I've been saving since the day I found out, and even now I still don't have enough to afford a quarter of the price... I don't know... Sometimes I feel like no matter how much I chase my goal, it just slips away and go further and further... I feel like I'm doing this for nothing...

Kaito: Hey now... What's with that talk... You've made it this far, that's an achievement in itself. You're not doing this for anything.

Miku: But what if I never got enough money? Will I continue to chase the goal that continues to slip away?

Kaito: Maybe yes, maybe no. We don't know what's gonna happen in the future. But I think that you'll be doing this for nothing if you stop pursuing your goal.

Miku: I just... I'm afraid of failure... If I never got this house,  what am I going to do? Continue to visit it and never got to have it? Stop coming here, never to see it again? Both are painful thoughts...

Kaito: (let go of the hug to face her) More reason to keep trying, right? I won't lie, you may succeed, you may fail. It may hurt, and you may regret doing it in the first place, but I think you'll regret it even more if you never give it a try.

Miku: (contemplating what Kaito said)

Kaito: Also, you've come so far, why stop now? You don't know how close you are to succeed. Are you gonna just let this house go? Letting the memories go?

Kaito gently rubs her head

Kaito: You're a strong girl, Miku. Don't ever give up.

Miku: I-I'm not. I'm weak.

Kaito: I don't think so. You're strong. Don't ever think otherwise.

Miku: Kaito-Nii...

Kaito: Ok?

Miku: ...Ok...

Kaito: (put his hands on Miku's shoulder) Keep pursuing your goal. Don't ever stop, OK?

Miku: ...Ok.

Kaito: (rubs Miku's head and smiles) good girl.

Miku: (gives a weak smile)

Kaito: (grabs his scarf 's end and uses it to wipe her tears)

Miku: K-Kaito-Nii...

Kaito: Your smile there was pretty, but it think it would look prettier without your tears.

Miku: (eyes widen in surprise, she blushed and flustered) I-I...

Kaito takes another look at Miku

Kaito: (She carries this pain, yet she's able to hide it behind her smile. How did you do it, Miku? How could you be so strong? What makes you able to persevere?)

Kaito then realized something

Kaito: (...Wait, she said that her mother did her best... And she seems to talk more fondly of her mother when we talk about her parents. Does that mean..)

Miku: Kaito-Nii?

Kaito: Wha? Huh?

Miku: I've been calling you but you didn't answer.

Kaito: You did? I'm sorry I was lost in thought...

Miku: I see. Well, In case you didn't hear, I said I'm ready to leave.

Kaito: Ah, you are? Ok then. And yeah I didn't catch what you said. Sorry.

Miku: It's okay.

Kaito: Ok then, shall we?

Miku: Yes.

They entered the car and Kaito start up the car

Kaito: Oh...

Miku: What's the matter, Kaito-Nii?

Kaito: I.. Didn't remember the route we took.

Miku: Ah... Should I guide you again?

Kaito: That would be helpful.

Miku gives direction again until the bus stop. From there Kaito knows where to go.

[To be continued]

[weaselbrownie]

Hi bestie!!

I want to request draco fingering y/n cause I feel like he would be so good at that 😻

jealousy, jealousy | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco getting jealous of you kissing harry

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, degrading (not really idk), in public, female recieving

word count : 2.1K

a/n : this doesn't actually have anything to do with liv's song but 🤷🏻‍♀️

MASTERLIST

"Draco what the fuck!"

Your voice was vibrating through the walls, breath short as you chased Draco down an empty corridor. It was late, students are off to bed but you and Draco had to patrol around the castle as it was your prefect duty. "Merlin, you are being stupid y'know that?" You shouted at him, your hand extending out to reach him but once again missed as he moved to walk faster.

Draco stopped in his track as he heard the words slip past your lips, "Oh, I'm the stupid one?" His words cut sharp into the thick atmosphere as he turned his body to face you, his towering figure looking down at you with piercing bright eyes.

"Yes, you are!" You huffed, walking closer to his figure that repels the moonlight slipping in through the open spaces of the building. "What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" The pitch of your voice gliding higher as you got closer to the boy.

Even in the half-lit hallway, you could make out his face, every feature of his glowing. "You! You are my problem" His jaw tightens at the mention of you, his figure going stiff as you froze in front of him.  "So what do you do when I'm not around, huh? Snog the whole Gryffindor house?" You could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.

"W–What are you talking abou-"

"Oh don't be like that, I saw how you were with Potter" Draco moved as he took small steps towards you, cutting off your sentence before you could get everything out, "I thought you said you were gonna study with him" He folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out as he waited for your response.

"I was studying with him!" You mimicked his movement, standing straight to fold your arms in front of your chest, looking up to challenge the taller boy.

He lifted his brows at your words as if he didn't believe a single word you just said. "Oh sweetheart, I don't think studying involves shoving your tongue down his throat" His chuckles were dark, teasing you knowing he caught you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

You didn't feel bad anymore, the anger in you started to overpower all the other emotions trying to peek out. "Why do you care? It's nothing to you!" You spat out the words from the back of your throat, taking another step until you could smell the peppermint and citrus of his cologne dancing around him.

"I don't" He simply said,

"You know what..." Your voice barely above a whisper, dropping your arms to your sides as your fist form a ball "...'m not gonna stand here and let you be an asshole just because you're jealous" Your light words left your lips as your rushed to move away from him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you marched to leave him.

He didn't follow you at first, your legs kept moving to take steps away from the still boy "Take that back..." You heard him, his footsteps started to echo down the hallway, faster and faster until you felt his balmy palm closing around your bicep, pulling you back onto his chest to turn you in your spot. "Fucking take that back, Y/N!" You kept your gaze on his chest, his voice loud and sharp as it cuts your circulation.

You took a moment to look up, trailing your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes, those piercing grey eyes looking down at you as roaring fire burns behind those cold orbs. "Make me" The words left your lips as you watched him, how the two of you were so close in each other's embrace forgetting that this universe was not just yours and his.

And for a moment the world went silent, everything was still and it was just the two of you in rays of the moonlight, standing in the middle of the half-lit hallways of the castle you call home. But that wasn't exactly true, home isn't just a place, home is a person, and it looks like you might have just found another home, standing in front of you– towering over you as the anger still lay beneath all his calm emotions.

You watched as his eyes traced your face, moving slowly as it went back and forth to your lips. His jaw tightens as his mind scrambles with the thought of you and your lips.

It was wrong per se, you have been friends from before Hogwarts and it seems wrong to think of you in such a filthy way, but his mind was loud, too loud to control until he stopped the tumultuous shouting in his head, crashing his lips on yours– pushing you backward until your back thud against the stone wall in between the pane glass window of the hallway.

"Yeah? s'this what you want?" His lips left yours for a second, coming up for air before latching back down onto your jugular, sucking light purple hues right under your ear. "'m asking, is this what you want?" He asked again, the sensation on your neck loosened as you got your mind straight.

You still couldn't answer his question, groaning against him as your fingers found their way up to his body, scratching the material of his robe to hold on to anything you could. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop Y/N" His muffled groan vibrated through your body and straight into your panties, the tingly feeling in your stomach coming to life when you felt a wet patch attached to your cunt.

You shook your head, pleas slipping past your lips as you were putty in your best friend's arm "N-No please don't stop" The noises coming out of your mouth sound pathetic. Everything from the deepest part of your dream was coming true. How you have been longing for his touch, curious as to how his warm skin would burn into yours, conceiving an addictive effect much like drugs.

For the longest time you have tried so hard to keep all your emotions away, he was your best friend and you were his, you weren't meant to do what lovers do, but here you were. Tangled in each other arms in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by, couldn't even make it to a closed space.

Your eyes stayed close, savoring the sensation of how his hands roamed your body, slipping past your shirt to grasp every inch of your skin. You needed more and you were sure he did too, but then he pulled away. His lips leaving your skin felt like a thousand blades dropping on you at once.

"Would you look at that..." His mouth trails your hairline, murmuring words into you "...it's the Gryffindor tower, I wonder if Potter s'still awake" He was quick to turn you around, moving you to stand in front of the window outlooking the great Gryffindor tower not too far from where you stood.

You didn't know what he was planing, the nerves in your stomach exploding as you waited seconds that felt like days for him to continue with his actions. "Let's put on a show shall we..." His lips lingered on the shell of your ear "...a special show for your precious Potter" His hands began to roam you again, slipping past the fabric of your clothes to trace your skin.

You couldn't answer him with your words, rather just nod and grunt as he pushed his crotch into you, making sure you could feel the hard outline of his hard-on pressed up against your butt. Everything was going on at once, you couldn't focus on just one action. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his body, his cock, all rubbing up on you, drenching your panties that lie beneath your skirt.

"Desperate are we?" He chuckled to himself, his hands slithering down your body until he reached your exposed thighs, your skirt riding up as you continued to grind your butt into him.

"Shut up" You mumbled, your hands steadying yourself on the windowpane as Draco continued to roam every inch of your body. You couldn't see it but you felt it, one of his hands circling to move your panties to the side, leaving your cunt bare for him to trace the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the dripping juices to better slick your pussy.

"No y/n, you're gonna shut up" His fingers slip past your clenching hole, diving deep into your cunt as the sliver rings that sat on his fingers made contact with your clit, jolting you up when the cool sensation hit your heat.

Your mind started to go blank once again as you took all the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers diving deep into you as your juices leaked down your thighs. "S-Shit... feel s'good" Your back arced as the time goes on, slurring your words as you turned to mush under his control.

"I bet you'd let him do this too huh?..." His voice so deep behind you as his free hand went to roam your chest "...play with your pretty little pussy" He slipped the buttons of your shirt through the hole as the lining of your bra peeked through the half-open material.

You cursed and whined, trying to control your moans as he started to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching you out from the inside "Well guess what darling..." His lips lingered, tracing kisses up your neck, sucking the sweet spot under your ear "...you're mine now, got it?"

You could feel your orgasm peeking through the corner, your mind going foggy as you felt your breasts slipping out from under you and into the open air. "Y-Yours... O-Only yours" You chanted the words like a prayer, locking the statement in your mind that you're his and only his.

By now you were half-naked, rocking your hips into him as you chased your orgasm. Your breasts pressing up against the cool pane window as his fingers curled to hit the spongey spot inside you. Anybody in the Gryffindor tower could've seen you and Draco, you were just praying they didn't.

It didn't take long for your breath to become short, you could practically feel your heartbeat vibrating through your body, rocking you to orgasm. "Oh n-no, shit 'm gonna cum..." You whined as you threw your head back, your nails digging into the boy's forearm. "...please can I c-cum" You waited for his answer, the coil in your stomach kicking you in the guts, begging to be let out.

"Y'wanna cum on my fingers?" You couldn't answer him, repeatedly nodding pleading for him to give you permission. "Go on then" His voice tuned out, the world going silent once again as you let go of the burning coil in your abdomen. Coating his fingers in more of your juices as he continued to pump his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high.

You felt your legs going numb, shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your head spinning as you felt his fingers leaving your cunt, trailing it up your body until you were met with his fingers– slick with your orgasm, proding at your mouth "Open up" The tone in his voice completely changed into a more nurturing demeanor.

You obeyed him, leaning back onto him as you parted your lips, accepting his fingers into your mouth before sucking on them. "Good girl... didn't even need to tell you what to do" You heard him, your chest still heaving as he trailed his mouth on the side of your face.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving your mouth with a pop before helping you to dress. Buttoning your shirt as he turned you in your spot, finally getting a view at your flushed face. You watched him with amusement as your breath started to get back to normal, your gaze locking his as his hand moved to caress your cheeks, bringing your lips to his once more.

"Too bad Potter didn't see that"

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[buckyhoney-library]

nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

reblogs/likes/feedback are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

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

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

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

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

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

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

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

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

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

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

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

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

[plus-size-reader]

Feelings

Jace Herondale x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2213 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader is a vampire who owns the hardtail bar, who has quite the past with Jace Herondale which they never really addressed to begin with

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Owning a downworlder bar was hardly the cakewalk it made itself out to be.

In all the years that you had owned Hardtail, you had come in contact with all sorts of colorful characters. From vampires and werewolves to demons and demon hunters, there was no telling who was going to walk through that door.

Though, no one was quite as interesting to deal with as Jace Herondale was.

He was an arrogant ass, of course, only doing things when he wanted to do them, and why. Not to mention that he was utterly ridiculous most of the time, something that made him almost impossible to deal with.

...and you would know that better than anyone, seeing as you’d done just that for quite some time.

Going out with him hadn’t been your finest moment, you could admit that.

All in all, you and Jace had nothing in common, and all you ever did was argue but no matter what you did, you always found yourself coming back to him. Without fail, you sought him out and just couldn’t cut the tie you felt to him.

It was impossible.

He just kept coming back, and it wasn’t as if you had it in you to turn him away at the door.

Though, today was the first time he’d ever come in here with someone else in tow, not to mention a woman. She was pretty with fiery red hair and no doubt a personality to match, if you knew him well.

That must have been what had taken him so long.

Normally Jace would stop by every few weeks, just to make sure that none of the downworlders were starting trouble for you, but he hadn’t been here in months now. Clearly, it wasn’t all that big of a deal what happened here, unless of course he needed your help with someone.

Then you were good enough to visit.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, quite similarly to how you would greet any other customer, your eyes staying on the girl at his side rather than looking Jace in the eye.

Whatever it was he needed, you were sure that he’d get to it before you had to do too much more of this, or so you hoped.

You had other customers after all, and most of them didn’t take too kindly to being ignored.

“I’m actually not here to drink. I’m here for you” he grinned, resting as casually as he could against the bar, as if he had any right to do that.  Though, it wasn’t as if you were going to throw him out just for that.

At the very least, you knew that you had to hear him out.

“You mean, you are” you clarified, gesturing to the redhead at his side, who you still had no idea about. You had never seen her before, in all your escapades with shadowhunters, and it wasn’t exactly like they were a vast breed.

Whoever she was, it was news to you.

“Right, Y/N this is Clary” he shrugged, plopping down on the barstool across from where you were standing, filling up a glass of bourbon. You had no idea what was going on, or why you cared, but you smiled anyway.

Whatever this girl, Clary, was doing here, you were sure it had nothing to do with whatever it was you and Jace had been doing for the last few years.

She nodded in acknowledgment of you before turning her attention back to Jace, who hadn’t explained anything about this place to her before they showed up.

“What are we doing here?” she muttered, her words little more than a whisper in his direction which you caught easily due to your superhuman hearing. Usually, nothing of value happened here but usually, Jace wasn’t here.

Not like he was today.

“If anyone knows where those vamps are keeping Simon, it’s Y/N. Nothing happens in the downworld without her hearing about it” he shrugged, helping himself to the glass you’d poured, shooting a wink in your direction as he did so.

It was true.

This was a pretty popular hangout spot for all the vampires in the downworld, and as they drank, the more their conquests bubbled to the surface. It was hardly your fault if you paid attention.

“You're more than welcome to ask around, I haven’t heard that name in here before” you shrugged, filling your own glass from another tap, specifically for the vampires like you that frequented this place.

Alcohol didn’t do nearly as much for you as some good O negative did.

Clary nodded, heading off in the direction of where you’d gestured, clearly more determined to find her friend than Jace was. He didn’t seem to care all that much about anything at all.

...but at least that hadn’t changed.

“I had no idea you were seeing someone new” you hummed, not bothering to meet his eyes as you focused all your attention on the stout in front of you. Now that the two of you were alone, it was different.

There was nothing else for you to focus on, and at this point, anything would have been better than dealing with this.

After all, you had no right to be jealous.

You and Jace hadn’t been an item in a few years, and whatever he wanted to do, that was his business. You weren’t going to get involved, just like you should have done from the start.

It would be easier that way.

You didn’t want to deal with this any more than he did, but even with how awkward this was, Jace looked like he was having a great time. This was fun for him, because of course it was.

Everything was fun for Jace, because he always thought he was one step ahead of everyone else.

“I’m not necessarily seeing someone else” he shrugged, taking a long, heavy sip of the glass you’d put in front of him before moving on to anything else behind the bar that would be easier to deal with than him, your jaw tight.

You were avoiding him.

...And frankly, he couldn’t blame you.

The two of you’d had a long, sorted history, and this was hardly the first time you’d seen something like this from him. Really, he was surprised you even cared at all because of how commonplace it was.

It was just the kind of person he was.

Still, he hadn’t brought her here to hurt you. He needed your help, because if anyone knew what to do about their little vampire problem, it was you.

“Besides, this isn’t about her” he sighed, standing from the barstool he’d set himself down on when he arrived to try and get your attention. You were angry with him, and he couldn’t blame you for that, but he couldn’t avoid this.

It was important.

“I don’t think she knows that” you countered, pouring another shot for yourself which you downed casually before finally meeting his burning gaze. Whatever it was that he wanted, you both knew that you would help.

Because of the two of you, Jace was the selfish one. He did what he wanted without thinking about the consequences but you had never been like that.

Even now, he was sure that he could come here after months of not seeing you and ask a huge favor, and you wouldn’t hesitate to do as he asked. It was just the way you were and nothing was going to change that.

It was just who you were, and while he should have probably felt bad about knowing that and never trying to change it, there were too many other things he had to deal with.

Besides, if he was going to be a good boyfriend, he should have been that when you two were actually dating.

Worrying about it now wasn’t going to do either of you any good.

“Would you stop worrying about Clary for a second? We have things to do” he scoffed, snapping at you in a way that forced you to do as he said, if for nothing more than a second. You had no idea what was going on, but it was much more important than some new girl.

You just weren’t sure why yet.

“Simon’s at Hotel Dumort, I spoke to Raphael Santiago about him. Now would you get out of my bar” you sighed, desperately hoping that now that you’d given him what he wanted, he would go away.

Lying to them before hadn’t been your finest decision, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to do this anymore, not with him.  

The two of you had gone your separate ways for a reason, and you weren't really in the mood to rehash it all with him right now. It would be better for both of you if he just went away.

“I could, but I don’t really think you want that” Jace shrugged, that sly smirk on his face as he sat back down, still sure that this whole thing was just another game like you were so used to playing.

You didn’t get your feelings hurt.

That was what you always told him.

That you had lived too many lifetimes to ever get too attached to anything, or anyone. That you would be perfectly fine if he fell off the face of the earth one day and never came back. It would be so much easier that way, if you actually believed it.

You loved him.

Of course you did, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You and Jace had tried this whole thing and it didn’t work. You knew that if you gave it another shot, it would end just as badly as the first time.

It always went badly with the two of you.

“I really do, you shouldn't have come here” you allowed, taking his glass from the counter and setting it behind the bar before going for the backroom. You had no idea what was happening with you right now, or why you felt like this, but it didn’t really matter.

All you could think about in this second was getting away from him.

Not that Jace was going to let that happen.

Clearly, he had pushed you too far and this wasn’t the lighthearted tormenting you two usually got up to. You were upset, which was new for him because you were normally so hard to rattle.

He’d never gotten such a rise out of you before.

“Hey, hold on. Where are you going?” he asked, shooting Clary one last glance before following you.

The action caught the attention of several of the patrons he passed, but not one of them moved to interfere. After all your years of running this place, they knew well that you could handle yourself.

Even against a shadowhunter.

“Go help Clary find her friend, Jace. I’ll be here” you shrugged, bearing down on your teeth as you tried your best to shut down all the emotion bubbling up inside you. You didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to care, and that wasn’t going to change.

Jace wasn’t yours anymore.

It was true.

You were always going to be here, and he knew that.

That was why it didn’t matter if months passed by before he came back or if he brought beautiful girls with him to meet you. No matter what he did, you were always going to be waiting for him and maybe that was the problem.

Maybe that was why you hadn’t worked in the first place. You were too available, too happy to help him when Jace was only concerned about himself.

“Will you?”

It was rich, especially coming from him. Acting as if you hadn't been there for him whenever he needed you even after you should have turned your back on him.

Of the two of you, he shouldn't have been the one worried about being alone.

“I get it. Vampires don’t have feelings right? We’re just monsters, and you kill monsters. I was an idiot to think that would ever change” you sighed, doing your best to ignore the anger bubbling up in your belly.

You just felt like such an idiot.

How could he have actually thought this whole thing was going to be a good idea? After all this time, it was almost as if he didn’t know you at all.

“I loved you, more than anything” he tried, not understanding how you’d managed to go from what you’d been like fifteen minutes ago to this. Fighting wasn’t new for the two of you, but this was.

Something about this was different.

This wasn’t fighting for the sake of it, knowing that you would find a way to make up when it was all over. It actually felt like you didn’t think he cared about you, which couldn't have been farther from the truth.

When you two were together, he’d never once doubted the way he felt for you. Though, you weren’t sure that you could be so convinced, because whether he believed it or not, you knew Jace better than he knew himself.

“I wish I could believe that”

[awkwardkindatries]

Can you do the whole alphabet for Fingolfin and finarfin, please.. ♡

Fingolfin has already been done!

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

Such a softie with a craving for cuddles. The type to coe softly at you and stroke your face in post coital bliss.

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

On himself it would be his hair, he thinks that it’s his most attractive feature and loves to take walks in the daytime just so it can shine. On his partner it would be their hips, He loves how sturdy and full they feel against his hands.

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

A very soft barely there gold shine, thin and runny in consistency. Doesn’t produce much but its sticky and clings to your skin.

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

In his youth he once listened in on one of his brothers in the middle of passion and that was his first real sexual awakening.

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

He’s equipped with a good amount of experience and his demeanor is soft and reassuring.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Absolutely loves missionary, the ability to look in your eyes, and softly press his forehead against yours while you moan out his name is heaven for him.

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

He’s capable of being goofy in the moment but honestly he’s a hopeless romantic and would rather woe your with bits of poetry than laughter.

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

Very well groomed, practically hairless.

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

Very romantic, I would argue one of the most romantic elves you'll encounter. The type to spread rose petals and pour you a glass of wine before luring you into the sheets.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Absolutely partakes in masturbation, he knows precisely what he likes and has no problems showing you as well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Has a huge kink for upskirting something about being able to catch a glimpse of skin underneath your clothes, to be able to push them aside just to get to you does something to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Prefers above all else to be intimate in the bedroom, doesn’t really want to stray or wander to far from that.

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

Sit on his lap, i'm not kidding. In seconds flat you're guaranteed to have an uncomfortable spot to sit.

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

Refuses to hurt or insult you in any way, this includes degradation to any degree and spanking.

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

Prefers to give, could spend hours overstimulating you on his knees as he takes pleasure watching you twitch and gasp beneath him..

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

A mixture of the two, prefers slow and sensual but he’s eager to please so if you'd prefer a different pace he’s game.

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

Not one for quickies, sex is very important to him and would rather the two of you have all the time in the world for it.

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

So long as it’s a safe kind of risk then he doesn’t mind experimenting.

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

Not the highest stamina but still relatively decent, on average nowadays he can go about two or three rounds.

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

He does not own any toys but if his partner wanted to implement them he would be open to having them!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not much of a tease at all, he would want to give his partner exactly what they wanted as they wanted it.

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

He’s loud, he lets his vocals run wild when he’s in the throes of passion and he has no shame whatsoever.

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

If he ever pulls his hair back into a ponytail, that normally means that he’s stressed to some extent and would be a prime opportunity to push him over the edge.

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

A sizable man, roughly eight and a half inches with a decently thick girth. A soft color with a light amount of veins for texture.

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

Not super high but he’s never been one to turn his lover down if they have a craving.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can fall asleep after but won’t be able to until his partner drifts away first.

[marlena-immortale]

NSFW Alphabet (Thomas)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

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

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress pt.VIII

Weddings!! although I thought this was a lot apparently I was just lying to myself. There's just a lot of information I guess.

Warnings: swearing, mentions sexual activity.

   When morning rolled around you were still in Techno's arms. Your head was to his chest well his his chin rested on top of yours, sheltering you protectively. Techno knew he couldn't stay in bed with you too long. He would have to get ready for the day and go to his office for a couple of meetings. But the way you held onto him made him want to stay. His thoughts lingered to last night. He almost wondered if the emotions from the night had heightened what he felt for you.

   He couldn't help but smile to himself remembering how breathless the two of you were after kissing for so long. He was happy, knowing you were his left a warm feeling within his heart. He always had assumed from early childhood that he would end up alone. None of the court ladies would willingly go to him. Since he was a hybrid, he was just lowly frowned upon. He was always set up with girls for power, or for looks. So him knowing you willingly went to him filled him with utter pride. He knew you weren't the type to find power. You had voiced many times that you just wanted someone to call your own. Start a family and ease down in life.

   His attention was drawn away from his thoughts as you slowly began to stir. Nuzzling your face into his chest more, longing to feel the warmth he offered. His arm pulled you closer. His frim hand rubbing your back gently. You were tired. After the long night you spent together you weren't ready to get up. Your mind fell to last night and you couldn't help but go pink and wonder if it was only a dream. Techno held you so close and was so loving in that moment. Nothing went beyond kissing, but for as long as you two were at it, you had a right to be tired. You still remembered how his hand held your cheek, then the feeling of his arm around your waist. All of it was just perfect.

   You felt his nose nuzzle into your hair. His lips lingering loosely by your ear. "Good morning..." Oh he had a morning voice. His was even deeper than you could have imagined. You slowly fluttered your eyes open. Your half lidded eyes met with his gentle and loving ones.

   "Good morning..." you said softly. You felt him press a ever so gentle kiss to your ear, making you smile slightly. He turned onto his back, wrapping his arm around you. Your draped your arm over him, moving your head onto his chest.

   The rather chilly morning now felt warm and welcoming. If someone had told you months ago, you would be sleeping with the young Emperor, you most definitely would have laughed at them. Yet here you were, laying within his arms like a prized possession.

   "I'll have to get up soon princess..." he said softly. Almost like he was telling himself rather than you. You rubbed your cheek on his chest to move some stray hair of yours away.

   "Do you have to?" You muttered. Wanting to savor this moment like it was your last. A wide smile graced Techno's lips.

   "Plan to keep me here if I do?" Now you smiled wide at his words. Securing your arms around him tightly.

   "Possibly..." his hand moved from your back, up to your ear. Moving some of your stray hairs away from your face to behind your ear. Framing your face like a portrait.

   He let out a light chuckle. His hand moving to rest on your back again, continuing to rub gentle circles. "Well if my Princess orders me to stay... I mean who am I, to deny her?"

   You were back to the forge that afternoon. Hammer in hand as you worked a new sword for Phil. He had came in a while ago with one of his old worn blades. Far too weak to even be remotely saved. So with his permission you asked if you could just scrap this one and rebuild him a new one. He did stress he didn't want to over work yourself, but you explained it wasn't any bother.

   Well you were working you didn't hear the steps that approached you. Far to lost within your own work to pay mind to everything around. "Mighty blade you have there" the voice was smooth as silk. Seraphina.

   You couldn't help but jump in place. Your heart lurching at her voice. She gently chuckled at your startle. "Y...you scared me" you said turning to her with a weak smile. The sweat on your brow proved your work. Your hands, although gloved, were worn with time. Whether Sarah would admit it or not she did have respect for you, she could easily see why Techno had fallen for you.

   "Sorry to hear, I didn't intend to" She said with a soft smile. Looking over what you had just crafted. "Technoblade was right, you make some pretty amazing things. Don't you?" She asked looking to you. You went a faint pink glancing your blade over.

   "I think I do alright" she laughed, resting a firm hand on your shoulder. Her strength almost near Techno's. Almost. You set your hammer and the blade down. Removing your gloves to wipe your forehead.

   "Your to modest. Everyone in the city knows you bested others. Your regarded pretty highly little one. I wouldn't doubt yourself" you nodded slowly. A soft smile on your lips.

   "Thank you General..." her smile never faltered. She wondered about the room and leaned herself on one of the sturdy work benches. With her in front of you, you now fully realized the extent of her height. She was Tall.

   "Technoblade said you would be his plus one to my wedding I hear." She said casually. You opened your mouth to protest incase she wasn't ok with it. "Don't get the wrong idea, I don't mind you being there. I actually came to see if you would like to be my Maid of Honor." She rubbed her neck a bit. "I don't have many friends... and there all men so.. I was curious if you were interested in the position” you offered a shy smile. You where honored of the idea, but you weren't sure if you should be at her day, seeing as you don't know her very well.

   “Are you sure? that's a pretty private thing... I wouldn't want to intrude on that...” She lightly laughed. Her laugh was light hearted and soft. Showing she meant no harm.

   “You wouldn't be intruding. I promise” you nodded slowly. After a bit of silence she spoke up again. “I see Technoblade is in a awfully good mood today” You went pink thinking over last night. 

   “O-oh?” She laughed again at you, not meaning it rudely.

  “Mhn. During the war room meeting he was very light hearted” You tiled your head a bit. You knew techno had mentioned a meeting but not something as important as a war room meeting.

  “There was a meeting? W-what about” you asked carefully. your brow slightly furrowed.

   “Oh nothing important, it was just a casual meeting, we were mostly inquiring about the expansion in the north. Nothing to be worried about” you nodded slowly to her words. Trusting her on this since she had the military back ground. "You see the Empire is ever expanding, taking what land we can. There are a lot of villages out there in need of supplies. If we can reach them, we can help them." She was smiling. You nodded now understanding that the meeting was in good nature.

   After about a month the wedding had finally come. Techno and you were still going strong with a loving relationship as well. After your night with him, it had just became a default thing to just retire to bed with him. Finding comfort with sleeping next to him or sleeping with your head on him.

   It was the night before the wedding, Techno and you were lazily walking the halls together. Having just wanted to be within each others company again. Due to Techno being Emperor he still had his duties to the kingdom. Where he did cherish you, and put your well-being first. He still had to tend to his job.

   With casual steps the two of you wondered into the ballroom. The room was prepared for the upcoming reception. The normal graceful room was now decorated to the highest standard. The accents of gold and reds keeping everything classy. In the corner the instruments lay waiting for the day they are used.

   You were all smiles, the night had went perfect so far. You did mention not knowing how to waltz at dinner. Which made Wilbur laugh at you until tommy took his dinner roll. Techno and Phil didn't mind however, they said one of them could teach you if would have liked. Of course when Techno showed interest, Phil backed off.

   To which that led to tonight. The two of you smiling within each others arms. Techno had walked you to the middle of the room for a wide space. "What if I step on your foot?" You asked giggling gently.

   He chuckled amused. "Then you step on my foot, its not a problem" he was light hearted. Wanting to make the learning experience fun and gentle. His hands moved to his hair, skill fully pulling it up into a full bun. Wanting his hair out of the way completely.

   His hand came and rested on your upper back, pulling you close to his body. He didn't hesitate to move your hand to his shoulder and take your free hand within his. "The movement is simple... We'll start slow and then pick up the pace, ok?" His soft smile put you at ease. "You don't have to get it completely. But I think you will catch on quickly"

   You nodded to his words. He had faith in your learning ability. Knowing you were capable of more than you thought. He made his first step to the left. "Ease up and flow like your water" you couldn't help but look down to your feet. Wanting to make sure you didn't step on his foot. "Step forward" he said as he stepped back within sync. "Now step right... and then step back." You nodded slowly. Your eyes minding his shoes. "Princess... I would like to see your beautiful eyes..." he discarded your hand to lift your head. "Your too beautiful to gaze at the floor" with a small smile he kissed your forehead. "The dance revolves around a box step... lets try going in a fluid motion now..." He was talking slowly so you understood. Not trying to talk down and make you feel uneducated.

   The casual steps continued. Slowly picking the pace up until you two were gracefully sweeping along the floor. He kept your eyes locked within his. Once you had done the steps for a while he did become more daring. Choosing to lock you within his arms before spinning you. He had even dunked you to capture your lips into a loving kiss. Emperor or not, he was a true romantic by heart.

   Once you were slightly panting from the dancing he choose to take a spot on the piano bench with you. You leaned into his side, his arm coming to wrap around you. Rubbing your arm. You adored spending time with Techno, he always gave you a comforting feeling. When you first met him he was definitely aloof and standoff-ish but now he holds you as close as he can manage.

   The two of you sat in silence together, collecting your breath. The moonlight shown down on you both, Illuminating you two as if you were the stars of the show. You gazed down at the piano keys wanting nothing more than to pluck a few keys in curiosity.

   Techno must have saw you glance the keys over. "Do you know how to play?..." you shook your head gently. Plucking some of the low notes to see what tone they had.

   "I've never even been around one..." your fingers danced lightly. Having herd the harder you tap the louder it is. You looked up to Techno curiously. "Can you play?" You knew it was probably rhetorical, but you asked regardless.

   "Of course, my mother taught me. I haven't played anything special in ages, but I still know Moonlight Sonata, or Clair de Lune." He said casually looking over the keys.

   You rubbed your cheek on him a bit. Getting comfortable within your spot. "Could you play for me?..." he smiled lovingly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips lingering gently as he mumbled a 'Of course'.

   His hands ever so gracefully took there spots over the keys. Even without his glasses he knew where the keys were. He started a song you weren't quite familiar with, but it was ever so gentle. Everything techno did was done with elegance. Even playing the piano had you completely smitten with him. He was graceful yet he lurked with almost a unknown danger. You knew that he cared about you just as you cared for him. There wasn't a day that went by that he wouldn't ask if you were ok. He would even check to assure you were wearing your earrings, fearful that you would be taken from him too soon.

   Unlike boys within the city, Techno did keep his lingering kisses and more specific names for you behind the closed doors. Choosing to not show his gentle side to those outside his close circle. The truth was you were his weak spot. Yes Wilbur and Tommy were his brothers, but he knew Phil would lay his life to protect them. Techno knew he would lay his life to protect you.

   With the gentle tone of the music you were slowly being lulled into a ever so soft sleep. When your head rolled for a final time you were out.

   When you woke, you were back in techno's bed. Your hand lingered to his side, trying to feel for where your lover was. His side was empty but lingered warmth. With no trace of him you turned towards the bathroom door to see maybe if he had made a quick run. Instead he was looking at his mirror. Pulling his shirt up his arms. His back was on full display. Showing every lingering scar and muscle beneath his skin. When he moved his arms back, the muscles relaxed and tensed, Showing them pull against the white shirt. He must have caught your lingering gaze, because he spoke softly.

   "Good morning my dear..." your eyes flickered up to him as he turned to face you. He lazily walked over and sat on your side of the bed. With a careful hand he moved some of your hair away from your face. His fingers traced lightly down your cheek. "You fell asleep early last night... I figured you would have been more comfortable here..." you nodded slowly. Still trying to fight off the remints of sleep. "Your dress should be in your room..." the dress? You then remembered today was General Hawthorne's wedding. Per her request you were her maid of honor.

   Although you and Techno slept together, he still respected your privacy on dressing. Not only that, but what you didn't know, was that he purposefully never took anything too far for fear of rumors spreading about you. Seeing as the court would run with any sly rumor they could get there fingers on. The last thing he wanted, was to hear your name with 'Whore' or 'Prostitute' near it. If Techno choose to marry you in the future, he knew he would have to do his best to keep your name clean. Of course if you were Empress it wouldn't matter what they would say, either way your word would be law. But still, he wanted to make sure his Princesses name stayed out of other men's mouths'.

   "You should dress and go to Breakfast... I don't know when we will be eating next" you reached out and took his hand. Pulling it close to your chest. You wished nothing more than to cuddle down with him and lay the morning away in peace. He was warm, and you knew as soon as the covers were removed you would be cold again.

   Even with his hand to your chest he leaned down and smiled gently before giving you a sweet, gentle kiss. Since you were still a bit sleepy, the kiss was loose on your behalf. Techno didn't mind though. To him the thought behind it meant more. When he parted you slowly sat up, knowing it was time to start your day. You discarded his hand to rub at your face, trying to make yourself fully coherent. When you finished he gently took your hand into his.

   His sweet side was pushed away a moment for his concern to come through. "(y/n)... About tonight... Your going to meet some people from the court... You might think I'm overreacting.... But please, trust me on this... Make sure Phil, Wil, Sarah, or I is around when you speak to them..." your brows furrowed slightly as he rubbed your hand.

   "Why?..." you asked confused by this. You haven't herd much about the court besides them trying to set Sarah and Technoblade up together.

   Techno gave out a bit of a sigh. "They.. they have a way of backing people up into corners to make them say what they want. The last thing I want is them backing you into a corner. You may say one thing, and they will twist your words into something more. They live for scandals and power." With his hand moving to rest on your cheek, you leaned into it. Resting your hand on his so you could press a kiss to his palm.

   "I can handle myself love..." you said softly. Trying to put him at ease.

   "My love, you say that. But because you're so close to me... Because you sleep with me nightly... You will be there prime target..."

   With the vows having been exchanged at the church, the reception was held within the ballroom. Per Techno's request you stayed close to him. Next to the lovely brides, and the Royal family, you stuck out quite a lot.

   The buzz of the room danced between the talk of the general finally being married, and Technoblade having a pretty little thing on his arm. When Techno off hand mentioned you being a target, you didn't realize that this is what he meant. The lingering eye's, the longing stares, the pointing. It made you uncomfortable. Even with Techno holding your arm you felt small and confined.

   At the beginning you assumed the whole day would be about the brides. As it was their day. But even two hours into the reception, the glances and whispering continued. Soon it just became too much, you had to excuse yourself. Techno noticed your uncomfort, but sadly he couldn't leave. With a pleading look to Phil, he came over without hesitation.

   "What's the matter?" He asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He glanced from Techno to you. You went to say nothing, but Techno quickly intervened.

   "Could you take her for a walk for me?... She's highly uncomfortable and you know who, won't take their eyes off her" he said lowering his voice as to not perk the attention of lingering guests. Phil's eyes narrowed as he glanced around. His eyes meeting someone, but you couldn't see whom.

   "Oh great I didn't know that bastard was here" Phil seethed. Whoever they were talking about, they obviously had a high distaste for. "C'mon kiddo I'll take you out to the balcony" Phil said, offering his arm with a gentle smile to you. You nodded and changed off men. Fallowing Philza to wherever he would lead. Subconsciously you did keep close to his side. His wing hovering about you, offering almost a shield to wondering eyes.

   Once outside on the balcony Phil had sat by you on one of the stone benches. Giving you some space incase you were not in the mood for general contact. "Too much at once?" He asked softly. You nodded slowly.

   "Techno mentioned I would be a topic... But I thought they would focus more on the brides.." Phil took a chance and rubbed your back reassuringly like your father would have.

   "Sadly with you being Techno's plus one... You are a big topic" you looked up to Phil with a bit of confusion on why.

   "Why?... isn't he allowed a date?" Phil nodded and ran a hand over his hair and down to rub at his neck.

   "Oh he is. But tha' thing is Techno hasn't ever taken interest in anyone really. For every girl he was set up with he would just ignore them until they begged their fathers to reconsider. This is the first time the public, and the Court has seen Techno interact willingly with a woman." You were a bit surprised. Techno always struck you as having past relationships and having a bit of experience under his belt. But it appears you are his up to date experience. Phil slowly started again. "The Court is eager to see how your relationship with Techno evolves. And sadly my dear, your now in the spotlight by quite a bit. If you don't work out for Techno, they will be looking to set you up with someone else. They way they view it, is if you could woo the stoic Emperor, your either sexually involved with him or are just genuinely interesting." He paused to look down at you. "Techno, Wil and I know that your just a genuinely, interesting gal' with a kind heart. But the public doesn't" you pondered on Phil's words carefully.

   "So as long as I'm with Techno I’ll be watched?..." you asked slowly. Wanting to make sure you herd his words correct.

   Phil nodded. "Watched, judged, you will become a popular topic. They will critique you until you marry him or until you fall apart." The idea of being bad-mouthed by others left you a bit saddened. "If you become Empress, they will be forced to shut their mouths'. Disloyalty to the royal family within the court is punishable by death. However, say you part off in the end better as friends, they will double their insults, or maybe lessen them as they try to set you up with others." You took a longing breath. If this is what Techno faces on the daily, you could see why he was always drained. "Luckily in your position, you have control over your fate. They cannot talk and bribe your family into marriage like the court normally does." You looked up to Phil.

   "Why is it like this?... Its wrong..." Phil gave a rough sigh. Rubbing his neck.

   "I.. I genuinely don't know (y/n)... Neither does Technoblade... Even when I was king it was like this..." the silence lingered for a bit before Phil added on a bit. "The Empire is forever growing, but its also severely flawed" you spotted Techno within the room, talking to Sarah. She laughed joyfully, as she should on the beautiful day. "Techno and I have been working with General Hawthorne to try and straighten out this mess for years. Sadly we haven't found anything yet..."

With a spurt of unknown confidence your tone changed. No longer saddened and hesitant.

"I know Technoblade will fix it. Or, he will be the one to destroy it all."

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PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Series

🤍⚪️ 🔳♠️ Nine Interns. One Island. Masterlist

Life tends to take unexpected turns. It takes you places that you never thought in a million years you would think you would end up. But never would you have thought it would have ended you up at an abandoned island with eight other people you just met, right after being accepted for an internship with the one and only Tony Stark…

⚪️◻️♠️ My Grandmother’s Ring (Royal!au) Masterlist

She hoped for a normal life for as long as she could remember but her fantasies and daydreams about this unreachable idea was nothing more than that. Well, until she snuck out only a few days before her official coronation for one shot at a life too far out of her reach. Little did she know the about the brown eyed boy that would catch her eye.

⚪️🔳♠️ The Dark Of Night (Stark!Reader) Masterlist

Your past seems to catch up with you but spider-man is there to help you out.

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One-Shots

🤍⚪️🔳♣️ Be Mine (Dark!Peter)

Peter Parker has been desperate for a connection ever since his break up with MJ, and with everyone in his life leaving one by one, he has turned to the only person that he knows in his heart will never leave him, you. With valentines day right around the corner, Peter goes to great lengths to make sure that you stay his one and only valentine.

🤍⚪️Here We Go Again (Stark!Reader)

Peter gets in trouble and Bucky just wants breakfast

🔳The Things We Do For Love

Sacrifices sometimes bring more pain that recovery

🤍⚪️Deal With It

Peter pulls you aside during Stark’s annual ball for a little bit of fun

🔳Trust Issues (Villain!Reader)

Peter has a set mindset when it comes to the people he spends his day to day life with, both in his real life and his superhero life. But feelings change all the time, especially when those feelings come from the one’s closest to you.

🤍🔳♧ Obeying Orders (Dom!Peter)

Request : Hii !! I want more Dom! Peter please 😸

🔳I Will Fight For You (Knight!Peter)

Request : (stark!reader) can i have some angstyyyyy peter? like peter and the reader get in a huge fight over something it can end happy i just need some angst lol

🤍The Movie Night (Dom!Peter) ⚪️🤍The Long Night (Dom!Peter)

You and peter have a fun time in the compound while the other Avengers are out. Well, mostly all of them.

🤍My Little Bunny (Dom!Peter)

Request : reader’s old childhood nickname is bunny, so when Peter figures it out he can’t help but to refer her as that. and like....if you wanted to turn this into a smut—-😳—- it could be something along the lines of “bunny‘s like to bounce, right?” “Bounce for me” JSKSK excuse me as I do the walk of shame 😞

🖤⚪️🔳It’s The Law [one] [two] (Alpha!Peter)

Being an omega was hard enough in the kingdom but being an omega maid was even worse. You were constantly told that you were nothing by everyone around you, constantly put down because of your status and class. But you never let them deter you, working even harder at your job despite every jab and sly comment thrown your way. Days became harder with time, the slander against your name growing harsher by age. Your dream of finding love in such a harsh environment becoming dust swept under the rug.

🤍⚪️Behind Doors (Fratboy!Peter)

Request : Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

🤍⚪️Pillow Fort

Peter is tired from a rough night of patrolling and comes home to you sleeping in your very own pillow fort

🤍Pretty Little Thing (Dom!Peter w/ Dom!Wanda)

Request : could you do like a dom wanda and peter x reader smut 😳

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Head Cannons

🤍⚪️Frat!Peter finding out the reader is a virgin 

Request : What would frat Peter! Be like if he found out the reader is a Virgin?

🤍⚪️Teasing Frat!Peter

Request : From your new doc Peter says “I think I’ll start off with my little slut,” I- that’s some content I didn’t know I would need 😂 if you could elaborate that would be amazing

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🤍Blurred Lines (Dom!Peter)

Request : Could you write overstimulation with Peter eating reader out and she's squirming and begging him?

PETER PARKER X GN!READER

One-Shots

⚪️♣️ one true love. (Dark!Peter)

Peter will go threw everything to keep you safe, protected and most importantly always his. He saw you as the person he observed and watched for the past few months, the sweet, kind girl that stopped to pet stray dogs or smiled at everyone who needed it. But somethings he never took notice of, some things that would’ve made him love you even more.

🤍⚪️◻️Breaking Point (Dom!Peter)

You and Peter encounter a problem with his super strength, luckily your powers come in clutch. 

🔳It Was Fun While It Lasted (Villain!Reader)

Despite your life on earth, your life with the avengers, you’ve always felt like something was missing. You never felt that longing to save the people of the world, their wide smiles and thanks never satisfied you like it did everyone else. That was until Thanos told you about your true past, your true purpose.

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⚪️Taking Peter out to Target

Request : Peter Parker fluff- as friends or on a date, the reader and Peter go to target and cuteness, flirting and a lot of fluff happen 🥺

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Heyy, love your work sm!!! I was wondering if you could do a fluff alphabet for rashy. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t already in your list but if it was sorrryyy, just ignore this! 🤍

Fluff Alphabet- Marcus Rashford

A- Activities He loves playing football with you in the garden. The way you get so happy when he lets you win or the way you watch to closely when he teaches you a new skill.

B- Beauty He loves your smile. It gives him butterflies. Seeing you happy makes him happy. But something about your smile is oh so beautiful.

C- Comfort He talks through the situation from start to finish with you, trying to find the root of it all. Then he will ask if you would like some space. If the answer is no, he will take you on a nice walk to take your mind off of the issue.

D- Dreams Marcus can imagine having 2/3 kids with you. It's something that he really wants.

E- Equal Marcus is naturally dominant, but he doesn't have to be the one in control all the time. He doesn't mind being laid back and letting you make some decisions sometimes.

F- Fight If it's a pointless argument, usually he will just walk away and let you cool off. But if it's something serious he will get angry and shouty to begin with until he realises that shouting isn't the solution.

G- Gratitude

When you first got together, Marcus didn't think you would have as big an impact on his life as you have, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

H- Honesty Marcus has absolutely nothing to hide. Anything you ask, he will answer. You've both always been very open with each other. He doesn't have a problem with telling you anything.

I- Inspiration You really helped him to become less tense, so I suppose you changed him in that kind of way. He has a softer side to him now, which he is thankful for.

J- Jealous Marcus becomes intimidating when he's jealous. Very up-front and vocal about it too. If someone is making him jealous, he will let them *or you* know with his face.

K- Kiss Your first kiss with Marcus took your breath away, he was very good at it. He kisses you very passionately, with lots of love. He always has to give you a kiss before one of you leave's the house, it's his way of saying goodbye.

L- Love He confessed his love to you on a boat on holiday, at this point you were still in 'the talking stage' so it was perfect. He held your hands under the sunset whilst standing on this boat and just said it, no hesitations.

M- Marriage He's always known that he wants to marry you, the only question was when. He thinks about it all the time, you looking amazing in your wedding dress with your little children running at your feet.

N- Nickname His nicknames for you are mainly darling and angel, or a shortened up version of your real name.

O- On Cloud Nine It's super obvious to Jesse, but maybe that's because they are together the most. Of course he talks about you to the other boys on the team but to Jesse it's a little bit more.

P- PDA He doesn't mind it as long as it's not too OTT. He will hold your hand and give you a hug but nothing too handsy, maybe a peck on the cheek every now and then too, he likes his privacy.

Q- Quirk He's very good at surprising you. Birthday parties, presents. Whatever it is, you're very unlikely to find out. You don't know how he manages to get away with it because you're like the nosiest person ever but he pulls it off every single time.

R- Romance Candlelit dinners with strawberries and champaign and soft music in the background is his kinda thing. He dresses nicely for you (when does he not, lets be real) and wears his nicest smelling aftershave.

S- Support He will push you to your limits, you hate him for it in the beginning but when the outcome comes, you're always very thankful for him pushing you so far.

T- Thrill He likes routine on certain things, like mornings and nights. But dates and other things (wink wink) change up sometimes when you feel them getting too repetitive.

U- Understanding He understands you very well, he knows when to give you space and he knows when not to give you space. In the beginning of the relationship, you were a bit hard to read but now he can read you like a book.

V- Value Marcus is good at making time for you, despite everything he does in life. You're very important and you're the main thing that gives him a stress relief so of course he values your time together.

W- Wild Card He leaves you a little message via the ring doorbell when he leaves for training in the morning. It's his chance to tell you he loves you if you were still asleep when he left. You keep them all in a little folder on your phone to look back on when you're having a bad week.

X- XOXO

At the end of a long day of training, there is nothing better than the feeling of a warm cuddle off of his girlfriend. It's what he looks forward to at the end of the day.

Y- Yearning He just focuses on his game, on training and whatnot. He does a good job at hiding it when he misses you, most of the time. Of course Jesse can see right through him but that's a given.

Z- Zoo We all know Marcus LOVES his dogs, and you do too. You both love having the fur babies running around all the time.

[blu-joons]

DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Jackson Wang

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jackson is the definition of a clingy boyfriend, any time he can get a bit of your attention or close the gap a little bit closer towards you, he’ll definitely do so. He’s always very reluctant to let you out of his hold, or out of his gaze.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He was very friendly to everyone he met, so with that of course, you just thought he was being nice to you too. As you got closer, he began to get a little flirtier with you, but you brushed it aside again as something he just did to everyone to make them feel comfortable. It definitely hurt Jackson seeing you react so coldly, but he could see why you did so.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

One night when you brushed him aside, the pain became too much. He took you by surprise by pulling you to one side, offloading every feeling he had, both the hurt he felt by the way he treated you and how much he felt himself falling for you. You were shocked, it took a long time for you to react, Jackson was convinced you were going to reject him, but just as he began to walk away you pulled him back and let him know how you felt too.

D ⇴ DATES

He often liked to impress you on dates, he’d always arrange something special for the two of you, if it was dinner, he’d pick somewhere fancy, or if it was at a movie, he’d always make sure to get the best seats for you. He was an absolute gentleman on all of your dates, he always paid and always made sure you were well looked after. As much as he loved to whine and dine you, if you suggested a night lazing around on the sofa, he’d be more than down for that too, whatever you wanted to do, he’d do with you, as long as you were happy then Jackson knew that the date was going to be a success.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

The few relationships he’d had before you had fizzled out as soon as he began to get busy, which was his biggest concern with you. However, you were a lot more understanding than his previous girlfriends, at times he found himself questioning why you stuck around, but coming home at midnight and seeing you awake, with dinner prepared, answered everything. He hated sometimes how pushed aside you could be, but as you constantly reassured him, you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into by dating him, and as long as work was going well, you were happy to be the second priority.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

He hates fighting with a passion, he’s more argumentative about the fact the two of you shouldn’t argue than what you’re arguing about. If you walk away, he’ll follow you, if you try to leave, he’ll hide the keys, there’s no way that he’ll let you allow an argument to go on for longer than it needs to. He won’t cry, but he’ll definitely feel himself getting emotional, he’s passionate about even the smallest of things, no matter what the two of you argue about, he’ll refuse to let it go. Once he’s told you how he’s felt, he’ll listen to how you feel and quickly find a way for you both to come to some sort of compromise.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

It was no secret that Jackson was very close with his family, especially Aimee. He’d hyped you up to his niece before you’d even met, somehow convincing her that you were his princess, which was an idea she absolutely loved. So, when you finally met them, and saw the way her eyes lit up, you knew that you were going to settle in well with his family.

H ⇴ HOME

He spent a lot of his time travelling between countries, so it didn’t take long for Jackson to encourage you to move in with him. During some months, his time in Korea was limited, so he wanted to have you around for as much of it as possible. It also meant he could spend more time with you, which he was never going to decline. Coming home and seeing you there was a feeling he’d never quite get used to.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Even though he knew weeks before he said the first ‘I love you,’ on one of your dinner dates, Jackson was hesitant to say it too quickly and overwhelm you. As soon as he said it, it definitely took you by surprise, you weren’t sure if it was just you that was falling quickly, but you’d quickly reply, and let him know that you loved him too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He’d definitely try and play his jealousy down, he hated letting on to anyone that someone had annoyed him. This was when clingy Jackson would often make an appearance, he wasn’t afraid to hug you a little bit tighter or kiss you a little more frequently if it meant that whoever was around you got the message. Once you were out of the situation, you’d always ask him about it, but he’d just try and convince you that he just wanted a hug, even though you could see right through him each and every time.

K ⇴ KIDS

From the start of your relationship, it will be made obvious to you that Jackson wants kids in the future. Seeing him around Aimee, you could see how much of an incredible dad he’d be, but he also felt the same way watching you with her. It would definitely be something he’d try and plan into his future, he had a goal in mind for when he’d want to start his family by, a goal he had in mind with you definitely planned in too.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

No one could make you laugh quite like Jackson could, he was always messing around in order to put a smile on your face. He loves to tell plenty of dodgy jokes that you’ll laugh at once you’ve finished cringing of course. Similarly, he loves to laugh around you, he’ll often be smiling when you won’t have even done anything, just seeing you around him was enough to make his heart warm. If you ever were feeling down, prepare for his hands to tickle your body endlessly until the smile is permanently back on your face, he’ll refuse to ever see you down.

M ⇴ MISSING

He always hoped that missing you would be a feeling he’d get used to with how much he had to travel, but it never did. He’d try everything to be able to get you to travel with him, but usually it wasn’t possible. Whenever he was on tour, he’d text you several times throughout the day, and always dedicate at least one hour every couple of days to be able to call you. He worries endlessly about you; he’ll struggle to focus most days unless he’s heard from you that morning so he can at least know that you’re alright. He’ll text you several times until he gets a reply back that can try and ease your mind.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

The cheesier the better with Jackson, he’ll push all the boundaries until you have to tell him to stop. With that, he’ll love for you to call him every cliché nickname, it always puts a huge smile on his face.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with everything about you, it was impossible for Jackson to ever pinpoint one thing he loved about you more than anything else.

P ⇴ PDA

Jackson didn’t care who was watching, if he wanted to be close to you or hug you or kiss you, he would. He’d still be respectful of wherever you were, but he’d never allow himself to be pressured to stand away from you or let you go. In any interview where your name was mentioned, he’d talk you about you nonstop too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He would tend to ask questions late at night to stop you falling asleep. He’d want to stay up as long as possible so he could enjoy your company, or at least keep you awake until he was sleepy, so he had someone with him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Jackson loves to involve you when you least expect it. If he’s got an interview or fan meeting, he’ll ask you for a random word just before he leaves the house. When you watch his interviews or see social media afterwards, you’ll notice how he tries to include that word somehow into conversation so that you know he’s thinking about you. Even the fans became sceptical as to what was going on when one day, he managed to describe his song using a watermelon.

S ⇴ SEX

It very much depends on the mood how Jackson will treat you, sometimes he’ll be very soft and sensual, but he also has a very dominate side where he loves to show off to you how strong he is. He’ll never be too rough; however, he’ll go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if he’s in one of his clingy moods, you won’t be able to get him off you, he’ll hold you and kiss you even long after you’re finished as he doesn’t want to let you go.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He’ll text you often throughout the day, often at the most random times. If he’s thinking of you, he’ll let you know, or if he’s encountered a problem, he’ll turn to you first to try and find a way to solve it all.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He was very aware he had millions of fans, but none of them compared to you. In a crowd of thousands, he always knew that he could find you. You didn’t understand it sometimes, but it was just something Jackson knew.

V ⇴ VACATION

As he travelled so much, he’d make sure to take you with him as often as he could. If you were going on a trip with him, he’d make sure to extend it by a day or two so that you both had some free days where you could do your own thing. He loved to show you the world and take you to places you never imagined you’d go.

 W ⇴ WHINING

He’s clingy, and he loves your attention, so if you don’t give it to him, be assured you’ll know about it. You’re pretty sure the other side of the city can hear him whine sometimes.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Whenever he has you close, it will be an instinct for him to press a kiss to your cheek. He won’t ever feel like he can’t kiss you, if he wants to, he’ll do it. His kisses vary a lot too, sometimes it will just be a soft peck to your cheek, but other times he’ll grab your face and make sure you know exactly what he wants. They’re a very good indicator of how he’s feeling, and you’ll always make sure to respond accordingly.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one for him, the only one that he wanted in a world of billions.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

His clinginess definitely continues at night, he can’t sleep without you there which often makes touring so difficult. You can often hear him muttering into your ear as you begin to sleep when he wants you to know how he feels.

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Masterlist

[kaaytea]

hey! i hope youre doing great! if it isnt a problem, could you do atsumu, oikawa, sakusa and kuroo with a s/o who overthinks alot and notices that theyre hanging out with someone else alot recently and is scared that they're going to leave but they reassure reader that they won't leave? it'd be nice if it was fluffy :(((

Hi cutie! I'm doing well and I hope you are too! I apologize if Sakusa isn't very..Sakusa-y?? I'm still figuring him out a bit 😅 I tried my best to make it fluffy enough, I hope what I wrote will suffice

The Dangers of Overthinking

⤷Includes: Oikawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Sakusa

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Oikawa

It's no secret that Oikawa is a pretty popular guy

And usually this doesn't bother you much, no matter how busy Oikawa was he always had little ways to reassure you he wasn't ignoring you

Gradually you started to notice him spending less time checking in on you throughout the day, the most you'd get is a pat on the head, a quick kiss, or a short text before Oiks slipped away with the rest of his team

You did your best to ignore the little voice in your head expressing that he was avoiding you. Oikawa was committed to his sport and that was fine, this behavior was normal

But the one thing you couldn't shake was whenever he went off with the team there was a person you didn't recognize in the group

You'd met his team HUNDREDS of times and by this point you knew everyone by name, number, and position from the hours you've sat with Tooru and watched game recordings. It was the middle of the season so they couldn't have suddenly got a new player

So who was this person? And why was your boyfriend always gravitating towards them?

Overthinking was dangerous for you, the longer you dwelled the further you fell into the dark doubts tucked into the back of your mind

This continued on for weeks until one day you just stayed in bed wrapped in blankets with only your thoughts

Setters are trained to notice small things, little details that could reveal a weakness in defense, anything that would help them decide who to set too

Oikawa was beautifully gifted in that aspect of a setter, it didn't take long to notice how distanced you'd become

Originally he thought it was a personal matter so he let you have your space, except unlike the other times you didn't bounce back. Infact, you were getting further from him the longer it went on

Oikawa quietly opened the door to your bedroom, letting his volleyball bag slip off his shoulder and placing it by the door

He sat down carefully on the side of your bed before he playful poked your side

"(y/n)-chaaan~"

You didn't respond and only pulled the sheets tighter around you causing a pout to form on his face

He gently pulled the sheets away from your head and pressed his hand to your forehead

"You don't have a fever so you're definitely not sick.....wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"You're not gonna leave me, right?"

Your voice was so quiet he just barely heard what you said

The hand on your forehead slipped down to your cheek, his thumb brushed softy across your cheek bone

"Why would I leave you?"

"You keep hanging around that person"

"Ah, be a little more specific sweetie"

"The blonde one! The blonde that's been hanging off you when you're with the team!"

You finally open up to him and what's he do? LAuGh! He's laughing at you!

Tears started to burn in your eyes as you quickly went to pull the covers over your head and flip onto your side facing away from him, only Oiks was a step ahead and pulled you into a sitting position facing him

"W-wait wait, Let me explain! (Y/n)-chan, that's our new manager. They've been helping me plan out drills for the team."

"Oh"

Well now you felt a bit silly

After a few seconds of silence you sighed and hid your face in Oikawa's shoulder. His arms wrapped around you body and he leaned back against your headboard

He spent the rest of the night holding you, whispering promises of never leaving you and how you're more important to him than anything else

Kuroo

Kuroo's friendly personality seemed to just attract people

I mean it was definitely something that hooked you so it was understandable why people tend to flock to him

It's just frustrating when he seems to have plans with people all the time, you barely see him these days

You didn't want to bring this to his attention in fear of being seen as clingy or controlling; Tetsu was your partner and had his own life, he wasn't a pet you could whistle for whenever you felt lonely

But you couldn't help but feel a bit....rejected

You were only about 5 minutes into lunch break and so far all you've done is lay your head on your desk and watched the rain fall outside

The gloomy day enhanced your depressed mood, your mind caught in the whirlpool of overthinking

Suddenly a little package was placed in front of you, followed by the sound of a chair being pulled up to your desk

You lifted your head from the desk only to find the very person that's been stuck in your mind sitting infront of you

"I got you melon bread from that bakery you like down the street, I would have given it to you earlier but you weren't here when I got to campus this morning."

"I missed my train..."

Kuroo snorted at your response and muttered something about you being cute before pulling out his lunch and beginning to eat

You opened the melon bread package, it looked delicious but your appetite seemed to have vanished

Kuroo watched you tear off a piece of the bread before placing the piece back on the wrappings with a sigh

Something was definitely wrong, you never turned down pastries from that bakery

"Not hungry?"

"Not really..."

"Did something else happen this morning? You're looking a bit...dejected"

You could never lie to Kuroo, and at this point you were so fed up with feeling alone that you didn't care about looking clingy, so you told him

He listened carefully to what you said and when you finished your rant he reached over the desk to hold your hands in his

"I'm sorry I made you feel like that. It won't happen again, I promise.....You've gotta tell me these things though, ok? I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

You could tell he meant every word he said, if there was one thing you knew about Kuroo it was that he prided himself on staying true to his promises

You felt a weight off your shoulders the second he pressed a kiss to your hand

You even got your appetite back and devoured the melon bread he got you!

Atsumu

You'd of never expected Atsumu to spend time with someone outside of the volleyball team

Especially one of his fan girls of all people

All this interaction between the two started abruptly during lunch break. The girl had bounced up and pulled him away from your little group before anyone could get a word in, everyone just stared as the blonde was dragged down the hall

You were use to the fan girls, 'Tsumu never gave them the time of day so it was never a problem, but this just felt...off

Why was he suddenly paying attention to one of them? Was he bored of you? We're you just not enough to satisfy his ego?

You were torn from your thoughts by a gentle call of your name

You turned your attention from the clipboard in your lap to the direction of the voice meeting Kita's soft but steady eyes

"You seem less energetic than normal, have you eaten anything today?"

"Oh I'm fine Kita-senpai, you don't have to-"

You were cut off by him handing you a banana and a rant about how even their manager has to be in peak condition

You couldn't refuse Kita so you took the food with a smile and powered through the rest of practice

You left immediately after you finished cleaning the gym, ignoring the calls from Atsumu to wait up for him

You tried to walk fast so he wouldn't be able to catch up but the universe seemed to be against you as he easily jogged up to you minutes after you left

"Wassup with ya today? Kita-san said you were actin' weird."

"I'm surprised you noticed he said anything, your attention seems to be on other people."

Atsumu stepped infront of you, blocking you from walking further down the road

"Wass that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know Miya, why don't you ask your little fan girl"

You stepped around him attempting to run the rest of the way home but his hand grabbed your arm, spinning you back around to face him

Atsumu's hands held you in place to keep you from running away

"That's what this is about? That annoyin' scrub who won't leave me alone?"

"Annoying scrub?"

Atsumu went on explaining how he was partnered with her for a project in Japanese history and how even after they finished the project she wouldn't leave him alone (no matter how many times he told her to go away)

After he explained you felt a little better but you still felt insecurities scratching at your mind

You reached out for his hand and started walking again, keeping your eyes on the ground as you walked

"You didn't think I was cheatin' on ya.....right?"

"....."

".....I'd never leave ya for someone like that, yer the only one I've got my eyes on. Plus, yer the only person I've found that can tolerate me."

You laughed slightly at that, he wasn't completely wrong. Atsumu was a rather complex person but you found something enjoyable in that complexity

He let go of your hand and pulled you into his side, keeping his arm wrapped around your waist as you walked

Sakusa

Ok so maybe you were a bit jealous

Not much, but just a bit

You should have expected Sakusa would have admirers as the ace of Itachiyama (not to mention he was a very handsome guy)

But it still catches you off guard with how outwardly flirty your fellow manager was

Like they even know you're in a relationship with Kiyoomi and yet they continue to throw themselves at him

Being jealous over that was honestly very silly on your part because Sakusa has expressed their flirting makes him uncomfortable

So really there wasn't anything to worry about

Well...

That is until one day you overheard them telling Sakusa they enjoyed going out last night and that they should do it again

Which he responded with a "maybe"

If you were paying attention you would have noticed the flat tone to his voice and how his body language exuded 'Im very uncomfortable please go away'

But you being you, the second the manager opened their mouth your mind shut down and your blood went cold

They went out together last night?

You avoided everyone for the rest of practice, offering instead to clean practice jerseys and water bottles

Those were jobs usually done by two people but you needed to get away from everyone and you were hoping the jobs would take up the rest of practice

By the time you were nearly done with cleaning the water bottles, Sakusa had joined you at the outside fountain, mask pulled up on his face, his bag on one shoulder and yours on the other

"Do you want help?"

"You don't have to Omi.....it's my job anyways"

Despite your dismissal of his offer, he placed both your bags down and helped you clean the rest of the bottles, even going as far as carrying them back into the gym for you

You followed him over to the equipment room, you unlocked the door and took the box from his arms and put it on It's shelf

"You ready to go?"

"Almost, I have to throw the jerseys into the dryer. You can go on ahead without me."

"I'll wait, I want to avoid Komori. I don't feel like being dragged out with his friends again."

Dragged out with his friends? So it wasn't a secret date, Sakusa was forced to go by his cousin

Sakusa made his way by you to the gym's laundry room, Swifty tossing the practice jerseys into the dryer and then returning to your side

"You can stop worrying now, I know you overheard our conversation earlier. I would have much rather spent the night with you than them....they're too pushy for my liking."

He picked up your bags again and offered you his arm (something he much preferred over holding hands)

though he was usually a stoic person, you could just see the warmth his eyes held as he looked at you

You linked your arm with his, soaking up the heat from his body and the calm atmosphere that surrounded him

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Sannie Edition

A/N: I've seen a lot of dom!ateez edition for this but not really much sub!ateez, so y'all know I had to do it lol. As always, take this with a grain of salt as I do not know the ateezers irl

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

Doesn't matter if y'all had rough and kinky sex or sweet and soft sex, this boy will always be blissed out when y'all are done. He needs all the sweet kisses on his cheeks, his neck freckles, knuckle kisses, and cuddles. Whisper praise to him and feed and hydrate him...and give him a bath if it was a particularly rough session complete with washing his hair.

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

He's most proud of abs because not only would he be able to see (and feel) a tummy bulge with ur larger strap on/large dick, he also knows it earns him praise from you because of how hard he works for them. On you, he can't choose his favorite: he'd sway between your lips and the way they make him shudder, your fingers and the way they dig into his hips, and your legs that he could hold onto in missionary, whether thicc or skinny.

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

He definitely loves to eat cum, both yours and his, but especially his when it's paired with degradation. He also loves the feeling of you cumming in his ass and it never fails to send him over the edge and wiped out so quickly...he will beg for this. If you have a pussy, make him eat you out after he came inside, it's one of his favorite things.

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

He's really private with intimacy and prefers not to show off...however, at least once, he would love nothing more than for you to take him in front of a camera and treat him as nothing more than a useless plaything for your pleasure, showing everyone that you own him and then gift the tape to his members...perhaps to lead them to a whole ass orgy where he gets absolutely destroyed by everyone on your command.

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

Contrary to popular belief, he's not as experienced as we might be inclined to believed. He's probably only had a couple of partners because he fell in love way too fast and might have messed around with a couple of members, but overall he's only kind of experienced. He knows what he's doing as a baseline, but it's also different for different people, so he quickly learns YOUR body and its responses.

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

Honestly depends on his mood: if he wants it fast, rough, and completely fucked out it's doggy style hands-down; if he wants it slow and sensual, good old missionary with his legs laid over your thighs so he can squeeze them when the bedsheets aren't enough.

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

Most of the time, he likes to be more serious with sex because he views this type of intimacy as people sharing each other and putting utmost trust in each other but every once in a while he'll want soft, giggly sex where you two simply exist in a moment and in each other without the filth of kinky rough sex.

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

I'm more than positive all of them, at the bare minimum, trim their pubes for logistical reasons but I think San probably just full on shaves down there as a matter of principle: if he likes you to be clean shaven down under, he'll put in the same effort for you.

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

As I've said, he's a very intimate person, so he treasures every single moment every time you two have sex. No matter how far deep into sub space he gets or how severe his punishments, his heart will always fill up with joy and happiness whenever you two get intimate. He's also very possessive and he feels 1000x moreso when sex is involved which is why his orgy fantasy will be nothing but a fantasy for quite a while.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate too often because the relief of the release is not satisfactory and he only really does it when it becomes an annoyance or interference in his daily routines. BUT. When he's on tour and finds himself on the rare occasion that he is aching for your touch, he'll take a pair of your used panties he snuck into his baggage and jack off in the shower to the thought and smell of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This kinky mf will try most everything once. Some of his kinks include but are not limited to breeding (you breeding him and him breeding you, depending on if he's a service top in the moment), restraints (i.e., shibari, handcuffs), sensory deprivation (i.e., blindfolds), tummy bulge (in him), hair pulling, choking, cum eating, mommy/noona/hyung/daddy/master/mistress/etc., dollification, edging, pegging/anal play, biting, nipple play, and cock rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed above all else because it resembles a little nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies which makes him feel the safest in whatever the mood y'all have goin on. He is not, however, opposed to being railed on the countertop.

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

Hmmmm I think a better question is what doesn't turn him on. He's definitely a kinky fucker and a sex fiend, but among his top turn ons are ass groping, lip biting, hair tugging, and gentle pats on his lower back, especially if you're doing it to guide him somewhere. Also the Voice (tm), especially in public!

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

Deliberately ignoring him, even if it is out of playfulness and teasing on your end. I don't peg him as an attention whore by any means, but he is very sensitive to being included/excluded and the like, so this would only genuinely hurt him, especially if you decide to drag it out for longer than a couple of minutes.

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

This man LIVES for eating you out and/or sucking you off, whether that's a strap on or actual dick. It gets him going so much so please let him just go down you at any time, any day, nearly any where. He doesn't like receiving much because he doesn't get too much pleasure -- he doesn't make him feel subby at all and that's not something he particularly likes but if you really want to, he'll let you go down on him every once in a blue moon.

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

As emphasized previously, it very much depends on his mood, but he'll typically want fast and rough on his more stressful days and slow and sensual on his more "down" days when he needs to be reminded that he is loved for more than just his body, that he is more than just his body. The soft and giggly sex he'd want when he's in a very happy mood and just wants to share that warmth with you, the sweet thing.

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

He's not really that into quickies, but if you want one or two, he's not gonna put up a fight lol.

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

Again, he'll do nearly everything once, so yes, experimentation/risk is the name of his game.

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

During fast and rough intercourse, he could probably go three rounds with overstimulation but during slow and sensual intercourse, he could do a strong single round or a questionable two rounds because the slow and sensual one tends to be more emotionally exhausting than fast and rough for him.

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

Ofc the sweetheart owns toys! Miss Size Queen has his own dildos, vibrators, anal beads, handcuffs, and nipple clamps. Most of these things he uses on himself and his partner uses on him, but every once in a while the partner will use one or two things on themselves to tease and punish the poor boy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he's being a brat, he will tease you to no end until you have his ass and remind him to behave. Most of the time, though, it's his partner that's teasing him and he might try to tease you back out of revenge. Keyword: try.

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

San is loud as hell in bed and there is no convincing me otherwise. He will let out the most sinful moans, cutest little whimpers, and high pitched whines so muffle his mouth with your used panties/underwear or stuff his mouth with your fingers to decrease his volume. The only time he's not being loud is when he's so completely fucked out that all he can do is whimper, drool endlessly for your strap on/dick, and roll his eyes in the back of his head.

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

He loves it when you make him cry from fucking him so good. The first time he cried from fucking was when you two tried out mirror sex and you forced him to look himself in the eye in the mirror and he was absolutely gone. This kind of fucking, however, leaves him kind of sore in the ass for the next couple of days so y'all rarely do it when he's working on promotions and a comeback so when y'all can do it...well, he won't be walking for a while.

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

He's a little longer than average, but not by much; he also has average girth. This doesn't bother you, though, as you're the one fucking him most of the time and he knows how to use his dick, anyway, so it hasn't caused any problems between the two of you.

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

He has a pretty high sex drive, so when you're not in the mood and he is, you indulge him in guided masturbation either with his hand or via plushie fucking. You'll also let him ride your thigh if you can handle that or give him a quick handy. However if you both have the same high sex drive, y'all gonna have a lot of sex at many times during the day.

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

He tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, passing out within like 20 minutes of y'all finishing. If, though, it was soft and giggly sex, he wouldn't fall asleep at all, he'd just snuggle into you and talk about cute things he saw that day or scroll through social media for cats or some cute shit because he's not really tired, just very warm and very content...dare I say, like a cat in the sun.

[otakusheep15]

SFW Alphabet - Diavolo

I love Dia with all my heart, so I thought it was finally time I made a post for him

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is probably one of the more affectionate characters. Not many people are willing to get this close to him due to his status, so he is all over you the second you give him permission. His favorite form of affection is when you sit on his lap while he works. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Him as a best friend is a lot of fun. He’ll constantly sneak out of the castle just to hang out with you. He’d probably also wear those silly disguises so no one recognizes him. You two go all over the Devildom and he takes you where ever you’d like. In the end, you two usually get busted by Barb or Luci, but it’s always worth it.   

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles are literally his love language. He’s always coming up behind you and lifting you up into a hug or dragging you off to his room just to cuddle in bed. Being the prince of literal Hell can be so tiring, so cuddles are exactly what he needs after a long day. And once you two get into bed, you’re never leaving again.  

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He knows that he can’t settle down, but he would love nothing more. Honestly, if it weren’t for his responsibilities, he would have already dragged you off to some secluded house in a forest somewhere to just live in peace. It’s also thanks to his status as prince that he doesn’t know any basic household chores. He cannot clean, and he can barely cook without burning down the whole kitchen. He’s had to rely on Barb and his other staff for so long, that he’s just never had to learn. He wants to, if only to impress you, but he never has the chance. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don’t think he’s ever even been in a relationship tbh, so he’s never had to break it off with someone. If he did have to, it would be bad. Like, I’m talking literal execution in front of everyone in the Devildom bad. He is a very patient demon who is very caring towards basically everyone. If he actually had to break it off, there would probably be blood. We don’t talk about it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As prince, he does technically have to find a spouse, so he’s down to get married if you are. However, the whole point of getting married for him is so that his partner can carry his heir, so if you can’t get pregnant that might be a problem. Not with him, not at all, but more so with Devildom law and such. Afterall, he needs an heir, and he can’t let someone have it if he isn’t planning on marrying them. He’d still marry you regardless though, so there’s nothing to worry about there. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the gentlest giant you have ever seen in your whole life. He knows how big he is, and he knows how intimidating he can be, so he is very careful to make sure you know you can trust him. If he ever gets mad and feels like he might start yelling, he makes sure you are well out of range so that you don’t have to hear him. He also makes sure he never hugs you too hard or startles you without warning. He just wants to protect you, and that includes protecting you from himself if needed.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

A sucker for hugs, that’s what he is. It does not matter how, when, or where he hugs you, he just wants to, always and everywhere. If you’re in a place where he can’t out-right hug you, he has to be touching you somewhere. He’s lowkey possessive, so he loves any contact just to show others who you belong to. Hugs are just the best way to do that since they’re super obvious. And he also just loves you a lot and wants you to know. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it relatively fast. he’s not one to waste time or lead someone on, so if he knew he loved you, he’d say it. He wouldn’t even care if you don’t say it back, he just wants you to know how he feels about you. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets insanely jealous, but he’s always good at hiding it. With all of the public appearances and people he’s had to deal with, he’s become a master actor. Inside, he could be fuming with jealousy when someone so much as looks at you, but no one will even know. He just puts on his classic smile and ask you to go with him somewhere for some “business” you have to attend. In reality, he just wants to drag you away for some cuddles to remind him that you’re his and you love him above all else. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually rather soft cause he’s so afraid of accidentally hurting you in some way. They’re sweet and gentle, and so full of love. They don’t come as often since of how much he works, so that makes them all the better when they do. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He actually loves children, but they’re always so afraid of him. No kid would ever go up to him due to pure fear, so he never gets to interact with them. It really does make him quite sad since he would love to get to know the younger generation more, and he just finds them adorable. Maybe you can convince one (1) child to talk to him with the promise of candy after. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He has to wake up pretty early for work, but he always makes sure you’re still comfy before he leaves. If you wake up with him, he’ll talk to you about what his day will be like while getting dressed. If you’re still asleep, he tries his best to stay quiet as he gets ready. No matter of you’re awake or not, he makes you stay in bed and brings (read: makes Barb bring) you breakfast in bed. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s usually pretty tired by the end of the day, so he wants nothing more than to just pass out with you in his arms. However, he usually still has work to do even after dark, so he’s forced to stay up. During these times, he loves when you come over to him and just sit there while he works. That usually motivates him to finish up faster so that he can get cuddles. Once he hits that bed, it’s lights out for him. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He seems like he would be an open book, but he really isn’t. Trust me, he’d love to be as open with you as possible, but he can’t. There are so many things he has to keep hidden due to his role as prince. Plus, he doesn’t have much to share since he can’t really get out much to being with. He tells you as much as he can, but he always has to stop himself before he goes too far. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is super patient. He’s always having to deal with less-than-ideal situations, so he’s built up a good amount of patience. Usually, he’s pretty chill, so when he snaps, it’s for a good reason. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Quite honestly, his head is already filled with so much, so he can sometimes forget things you tell him. That’s why he has Barb write stuff down about you so that he won’t forget. He keeps all of these facts in a journal in his room, and you have no idea. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves the first time you stayed over at the castle for the night. Not that time when everyone went over, but just when you came over. He was still busy with work at the time, and he loves how understanding you were about it. There was a short time where you left his room, and he was worried with how long you were gone. He was about to go look for you when you walk back in with some tea and snacks to help keep his energy up while he’s working. It was this moment when he knew he loved you. The fact that you cared this much for him really made him happy. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is more protective than anyone else. The entire castle staff will be told numerous times over that their number one priority is now to protect you, much to the annoyance of Luci and Barb. He also makes sure to keep you close whenever you go out, and he’s always touching you somewhere. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would only have the best for you. Every date you two go on will be the most romantic thing you’ve ever witnessed. He would only calm down if you mentioned you prefer more lowkey dates, in which he immediately apologizes for not asking you first. He still wants to make them the best dates possible, but he’ll try and calm down a bit. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to overwork himself, often leaving you alone in favor of finishing his work. He also gets way too overprotective sometimes, even going so far as to drag you away the second he gets jealous. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Like Luci and Barb, he only really cares about his looks because he knows he has to keep up appearances. He has to make a good name for himself, and looking good certainly helps. Barb also constantly pressures him into taking better care of his looks when he starts slacking off. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It honestly depends on how close you two are. He’s used to people leaving him because they can’t handle being so close to the prince, so he might not even care if you leave him too. It’s only if you two have gotten super close that he might feel something if you were to leave him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Okay, so, this came completely out of nowhere, but I have always lowkey had a  headcanon that he and Barb were in a QPR before. (for those who don’t know, it means queer platonic relationship). Anyway, I have no clue where I got this idea from, but it just makes sense to me. They probably broke it off once he showed romantic interest in you, but I promise they were in a QPR at one point. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who would try and drag him away from his job. He wants someone who understands what it means to be the prince of the Devildom, and that includes them being aware of how much work he has and that he can’t just drop it all without planning even if he wants to

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s bog, even for demon standards, so he tends to take up a lot of room. Honestly, he’s the kinda person that would spread out across the whole bed without a single care for who else might be in it. Let’s just say, you’ve fallen out of bed several times because he accidentally pushed you out. 

[downondilaudid]

Anatomy Lesson

Reader has some sex trouble, out of all people to ask for help, she asks Spencer Reid. 

Requested: Nope

Prompts: Nada

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: It’s pretty much just straight smut

“Good sex is like good bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand.” -- Mae West

Your head fell back against the plush pillow with an annoyed groan. You threw the vibrator to the side, watching it roll across the bed, once again you were unable to achieve an orgasm. It was almost always like this, even in past relationships you found yourself having to often fake orgasms. You definitely didn’t have a low libido, you considered your sex drive to be slightly above average, but an orgasm for you was hardly ever attainable, especially not solo. 

Maybe it was the fact you had always been a sucker for rough sex, it was easier for you to come while being totally dominated. All of your past relationships had been fairly vanilla, they either weren’t into it or still couldn’t get you off. 

You were desperate for an orgasm at this point, were you doing something wrong, was something wrong with you? You had to find out, you had exhausted all of your options. There was one thing left to try, you had to ask Spencer, I mean, he was your best friend, and a genius, he would know. He wouldn’t find it totally weird, right? 

You had decided Friday would be the perfect day to ask him, Friday, at the end of the day, where you could avoid him until Monday if the conversation headed South. 

“Hey, uh, Spence?” You questioned, luckily, by the grace of God, you were the last two packing up to head home after a long week. 

“Hm?” A sugar-crashed Spencer answered. 

“I have a question, it’s sort of-Oh God how do I word this?” There was no backing out now, you had to ask. 

Spencer stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed in concern. He laid his files onto his desk, walking around it briskly towards you. “What is it? Did something happen?” 

“No-no-I just, I was just wondering” you took a deep breath, letting your words flow together as fast as possible “how unlikely is it for someone to be unable to achieve an orgasm during sex?”

Spencer’s face flushed slightly, automatically stuffing his hands into his pockets, a habit you had noticed he did when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-uh-well, I mean, statistically during- uhm, intercourse, only around 20% of women have an...o-orgasm, and around 5% of women never have orgasms during intercourse.” 

You nodded your head, keeping your eyes trained on your desk, straightening a set of files. Well, that was good to know, there definitely wasn’t something wrong with you then. Maybe you just needed a man's touch, and, yes, that is a horrible thing to say. Usually, you weren’t so dependent, especially dependent on a man alone, but you needed some form of relief, and if a male could give it to you, then you would take it.  

Spencer cleared his throat, “are you, uh, having t-trouble?” 

For some reason you didn’t want to answer the question, the topic was already embarrassing enough, and admitting aloud that you were having trouble orgasming doubled that embarrassment. “Y/N?” Spence’s tentative voice brought you out of your stupor. 

Huffing, you grabbed the files shoving them into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. You turned, continuing to look everywhere except at Spencer, beginning your trek to your car.

You were halfway to the elevator when Spencer caught up to you, his hand coming to lay on your shoulder. “Y/N, It’s nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, it’s quite normal, especially for someone who isn’t in a relationship.” 

You pushed your shoulder back, moving away from his touch. “Let’s not talk about it, I shouldn’t have even asked, it was a stupid question.” You stepped into the elevator, Spencer hot on your trail. 

“It’s not a stupid question, Y/N, it’s perfectly normal. Out of curiosity, are you just-is it just-vaginal penetration?” The elevator doors shut, and you were regretting ever asking the question. 

“Nope, Spencer, it’s not.” You huffed. It shouldn’t be this uncomfortable to talk about your sex life, but this was Spencer we’re talking about. Spencer was practically asexual!

“Maybe you should try relaxing, your mind at least, sometimes if you’re distracted by other things it’ll become hard to achieve an orgasm. It’s actually the opposite for your body, a lot of women report feeling tension, especially in their abdomen and legs during or before an orgasm.” Spencer stated, watching as you walked out of the elevator, following after you.

Since when did Spencer get so open talking about sex? Sure he was a bit hesitant, but, to be honest, you didn’t even know if he was going to answer, let alone in this detail. “Thanks, Spence.” You said curtly, it was a little wrong for you to be so upset when you were the one who asked the question, but you were already stressed enough. 

Here you were, one warm bath later, laying on your bed, butt naked, once again.

Still, you couldn’t orgasm. Shamefully, you had even gone as far as choking yourself, playing out one of the dirtiest fantasies you could think of in your head. When that didn’t work you switched to visuals, which definitely brought you closer to the edge, but wasn’t enough to push you over into the sweet bliss 

Surprisingly Spencer didn’t say anything about your awkward encounter on Monday, or the rest of the week, until Friday. Once again, you and Spencer were the last two, Spencer had been going over the files from the most recent case, and you were filling out some paperwork, trying to get ahead of the load Hotch was going to give you next week.

“Spencer, it’s over. She’s safe, and that bastard is off to prison.” 

He sighed deeply in response, one of his long slender fingers pressed thoughtfully against his lips. “I just don’t understand how I didn’t see it sooner.”

You scoffed, “Spencer, you may be a genius, but no one expects you to know everything, you don’t have to know everything. Spence,  you’re going to kill yourself trying to figure out everything. You’re always so stressed, you just need to relax, let go, read a book, or listen to some music, do something that calms you.”

Spencer turned to you, his hazel eyes bearing into yours, “speaking of stressful, how’s your, uhm, problem?” His hands stuffed into his pockets comfortably. 

You let out a short chuckle, as uncomfortable as talking about your sex life with Spencer was, the sight of Spencer flustered and stuttering was definitely humorous. “Spencer, stop trying to distract me, you need to stop stressing over closed cases.”  

“So, you haven’t cum yet?” Spencer questioned, pulling his hands out of his pockets. 

You swear your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, Spencer had never been that forward, especially not talking about sex, and especially not with you. Your mouth fell open, not completely sure how to respond.

“That was too forward, wasn’t it?” Spencer questioned, realization seeping through his voice. 

You nodded your head, mouth still hung open. 

“And you tried relaxing, but also simultaneously letting yourself be tense?” 

“Yes, Spence.” 

He went silent for a while, turning around and beginning to gather his things. 

And you thought the conversation had ended, and he had decided to drop it, and hopefully go home and relax, but alas, you were wrong. 

“You know, I could always, uhm, help you, i-if you want.” Spencer stuttered, his face flushing with an awkward smile. 

At first, you thought you were hearing things, that sentence had not come out of Spencer’s mouth. You didn’t even know how to respond, he obviously wasn’t joking. I mean, sure, Spencer was very attractive, but you had never really thought of him as anything more than a friend. 

“W-what do you mean?” You knew what he meant, at least you thought you did, but you didn’t want to risk being wrong. 

Spencer grabbed his satchel, placing it across his body, “I mean I could help you, you know, help you, uh, o-orgasm.” 

Holy Shit. You were right. 

“W-we don’t have to, obviously, I just-it sounds frustrating, and I just-I want to help.” Spencer’s hands wrapped around the strap of his satchel, watching you with wary eyes.

“No-no, I get it, that-that’s very sweet, Spence, I just-won’t that change our friendship?”

Spencer shrugged, “not necessarily, Y/N, you’re my best friend, I want to help you. Plus it’ll be good for me too like you said, I need some sort of stress relief.”

You smiled, how on earth did you get so lucky to have a best friend like him, “thanks, Spence, that means a lot.”

“Just think about it,” Spencer said with a smile.

You nodded your head, turning to begin packing up your things.

You ran your hand over your sweaty face, pushing aside some hair. Still, nothing. At this point, you were very much ready to accept Spencer’s offer. Even if it did change your relationship.

Your eyes glared at the screen of your phone, the 11:04 seemingly taunting you, would he even be awake? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try

Y/N: Are you up?

You hit send, laying your phone next to you, you didn’t really expect Spencer to answer, at least not immediately, he rarely ever used his phone. But, like a lot of things lately, you were wrong, because your phone buzzed beside you. 

Spencer: Unfortunately, I can’t seem to sleep. I’m assuming the same for you?

Sighing, you formulated a reply. 

Y/N: Unfortunately, you probably know why… 

His reply was almost immediate as if he was sitting there waiting for you to answer. 

Spencer: My offer still stands. 

You ran your hands over your face for what seems like the millionth time. Were you really going to do this, let Spencer come over and fuck you?   

Y/N: How fast can you be here?

Yes. Yes, you were. 

You paced back and forth in front of your door. You had brushed your teeth, and hair, luckily, you had already shaved today. Were you supposed to wear something, like lingerie? Was he even going to touch you, or just tell you what to do? What if he couldn’t make you cum? What if he wasn’t rough enough?

Knock, knock, knock. Three soft wraps on the other side of the door. Spencer. 

You sighed, no turning back now. You moved, unlocking the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. 

There Spencer stood, clad in some simple plaid pajama pants, and a grey T-shirt. It was unusual to see him so casually dressed.

“Hey” you greeted shyly.

“Hey,” Spencer said, stepping into your apartment. 

“S-So how does this work? How do you want to do this?” You questioned, gulping nervously.

Spencer chuckled surprisingly calm, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Y/N. This is about you, helping you get some relief.”

You smiled, biting your lip slightly, you had zero clue where Spencer’s newfound confidence was coming from, but you were enjoying it. “Well, I don’t know, I’m pretty much okay with anything, I guess.”

“How do you usually like to have sex, rough, soft, both? What gets you off Y/N, what turns you on?” Spencer stepped closer to you, his voice dropping an octave. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, who knew Spencer had such a dirty mouth? “I-uh, well…” you trailed off.

Spencer moved forward once again, his large hand pushing a strand of hair out of your face, “something tells me you like it rough, you like to be dominated, totally fucked into oblivion.” 

The room seemed to spin, and your lip caught between your teeth, at this point, you weren’t even sure if this was Spencer? Had you just let a random man into your apartment? Did an alien infest Spencer’s body and now it was here to kill you?

Spencer tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, but his hand continued moving, playing with the hair at the back of your head. Then in one swift tug, your head was yanked back, neck exposed. You let out a yelp, digging your teeth deeper into your lip. “Am I right?” He questioned, his hazel eyes now a deep brown with lust. His other hand ran a finger up your neck, watching you shiver. 

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t, somehow, it almost felt foreign to move your mouth, if he didn’t have you convinced before, he definitely did now. Maybe Spencer could make you cum, and maybe multiple times. 

He tugged on your hair harshly once again, causing you to release a low groan. Spencer leaned in closer, placing his head next to your ear, whispering lowly “in case you can’t tell, I’m looking for an answer, sweetheart.” His finger trailed to the base of your neck, flattening his palm to run it up to your neck once again, his hand wrapping around the sides of your neck. 

You whimpered lightly, letting your hands grip his wrist for support. Without thinking you breathed out a response, “yes, yes sir, you’re right.” 

Spencer pulled his head back from your face, his dark eyes making contact with yours. “Mhm, good girl.” Spencer’s voice was low, and gravely, obviously, he seemed to enjoy this just as much as you did. His hand released your neck, shifting slightly so he could run his thumb over your bottom lip. 

Once again, almost out of instinct, you took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. If someone had asked what your plans were for tonight, never in your life would you think to respond “inviting Spencer Reid over to my house at 11 o'clock at night, then letting him fuck me.” 

Spencer groaned lightly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth, dragging it down your chin, wiping off the saliva. He brought his other hand up to cup your face gently, his eyes darting down to your lips. Taking the initiative, you stood on your tiptoes, bringing your lips up to his soft pink ones. Your mouths moved in sync as if this were an everyday occurrence. 

  You both pulled away, chests heaving for air. “Y-you’re sure about this?” Spencer questioned, concern filling his eyes.

You giggled, Spencer would never not be a gentleman, “I’m sure, Spence. I need this, and you need some stress relief, and if it’ll benefit us both, why not?”

Spencer chuckled lightly, “okay.”

Smiling, “okay” you responded. 

“Is there-you know, anything that I shouldn’t do, things you aren’t comfortable with?” 

You let yourself think for a moment, was there anything you weren’t comfortable with? You were very explorational with your sex life, and you trusted Spencer. “Not really, Spence. Just, do what you think will make me cum.” 

Once again, the predatory look clouded over Spencer’s eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. “That's not my name, sweetheart.” He growled.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your thighs rubbing together for some sort of friction. “Sorry...sir.” You were slightly hesitant, you had already called him sir, but you weren’t sure if it was the name he was looking for. 

A smack rang through the air and a stinging spread through your ass. Your body jerked forward pressing further into his, “shit! Sorry, daddy!” You cried, your eyes snapping open to watch his reaction. The daddy had slipped out, you didn’t know if Spencer would be weirded out, or into it, hopefully, the latter. 

Spencer’s eyes widened, apparently, that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. Before you could correct yourself, one of his hands gripped your hips, roughly pulling you into him, and the other pulled your head to him, smashing his lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his torso, trailing up his back and into his long hair, tugging at it. He groaned against your lips, his head falling back slightly, breaking the kiss. 

“Fuck, Y/N, not what I was looking for, but, I definitely enjoyed it.” Spencer groaned out, his hands traveling your sides. Yet, you longed for more, you longed to feel his skin against yours, the weight of his hips between your legs. 

You peppered kisses over his neck, relishing in the way his hands felt against your body. Spencer groaned lightly as you sucked at a spot at the base of his neck. His hands dug into your hips harshly, and you whimpered slightly at the pain. With a rough shove, Spencer pushed you away from him, both of you panting. 

“I want you on the bed, naked, don’t touch yourself, just wait for daddy,” Spencer said, his voice dripping with an authority he only ever used in the interrogation room, and God did you love it.

You nodded your head in understanding, turning to walk to the bedroom. Once inside, the nerves hit, you were really doing this, you were actually going to fuck Spencer, and hopefully cum. Your shirt hit the floor first, the cool air causing your nipples to harden since you had opted not to wear a bra. Your leggings came off next, with only a little struggle due to the slight sweat that came with being aroused. Lastly, your thin lace thong, which you made sure to drop a little closer to the doorway, just so Spencer would notice it first thing when he walked into the room. 

Spencer walked down the short hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet, alerting you of his approach. Quickly you sat on the bed, both legs and arms crossed in a means of covering yourself. As excited as you were to cum, that didn’t knock the anxiety of Spencer seeing your naked body. 

Spencer appeared in the doorway, his teeth immediately biting down on his lip at the sight of you. He took slow steps towards you, maintaining eye contact the whole way. He crouched in front of you so his face was level with yours. His hands ran over your arms, uncrossing them gently before doing the same with your legs. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

A blush covered your face, it was incredible how quickly he could switch from domineering to sweet. Spencer leaned in, peppering kisses over your neck. His arms were placed on either side of you, his mouth working sinfully. 

Your head leaned back with a breathy moan, giving him better access to your neck. Spencer's mouth worked over your collarbone, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses in the valley of your breasts. “Such pretty tits,” he mumbled against your skin, letting one of his hands reach up and palm your breast. Your back arched into his touch, his warm skin against yours. 

You brought your head upright, watching as he took one of your perky nipples into his pretty pink lips. “Fuck, Spence” you moaned out, placing your hand on the back of his head to run through his hair. Spencer’s teeth lightly grabbed your nipple, pulling his head back, tugging sharply. “Shit! Daddy, I meant daddy.” You corrected breathily.  

Spencer’s mouth released your nipple, his head coming up to yours for a sloppy kiss. He pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. He chuckled lightly, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip to break it. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?” 

You smiled, could this man get any more polite? “Yes, please just do something.” You begged. 

“Ask and you shall receive” Spencer answered, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He moved slightly, situating himself on his knees. You bit your lip softly, wishing this intimate moment could last forever. His large hands rested on your knees, spreading your legs. He chuckled, “Mhm, so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you.” 

Your head tilted back slightly, ecstasy running through your body at his words. One of his hands trailed up your leg, stopping to rub soft circles around your clit. You moaned lightly, one of your hands placed behind you to keep your body upright, the other on the back of Spencer’s head playing with his hair. His pace sped up slightly, and you bucked your hips forward, aching for more. “Please, please, I need more.” You whined.

“Patience, love” despite his words, his pace sped up again, and your head tilted further back with a loud moan. “There you go, sweetheart, enjoy it.” He removed his thumb, and before you could complain, it was quickly replaced by his tongue, kitten licking your clit slowly. 

You groaned lightly, the hand in his hair tightening its grip. “Yes, daddy, fuck.” 

Spencer’s tongue sped up, his eyes gazing up at you, watching you squirm with pleasure. Spencer’s hand on your knee trailed up your thigh, his fingertips running up and down your lips. 

You looked down at him, a whimper escaping your mouth at the sight. His hand parted your lips, pushing a finger into your pussy. “Fuck, yes, Spencer.” He didn’t correct you this time, instead, he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking lightly, while his finger began slow strokes in and out of your cunt. 

A loud moan escaped your lips, your hips rocking lightly against his face. The tip of his tongue ran lightly over your clit, and his finger picked up the pace. “Mhm, yes, daddy, just like that.” Your hand tugged harshly at his hair, and you were sure it had to hurt.

Spencer’s lips released your clit with a pop, “are you close, love?” He questioned, a lust-hungry look in his eyes.

You nodded your head vigorously, “yes, so, close, please-just-please.” You could feel it, the knot building rapidly in your stomach, the tension in your legs. Spencer slipped another finger into your pussy, crooking them slightly, his pace becoming ruthless, hitting a spot inside of you that you didn’t know existed. His lips wrapped around your clit again, this time sucking harshly, watching as your thighs shook around his head and your back arched, your hips thrusting into his face. 

You let out a loud cry, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came. Your toes curled, breath hitched, and your thighs clamped down on Spencer’s head, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth. It was like pure bliss, and you had never been more thankful for Spencer in your life.

Spencer’s mouth and fingers worked you through your orgasm, only slowing down when your chest began to heave for the breath you lacked. His lips popped off your clit, and his drenched fingers slid out of your pussy. “You made a mess, baby.” 

You looked down at him, and never had you seen a more beautiful sight, his hair was tousled, and his chin was covered in your arousal. He brought his fingers to his lips, taking them in his mouth, cleaning off your arousal. You moaned at the sight alone, still slightly out of breath. Spencer pulled his fingers out of his mouth, placing his hands at your sides. He pushed himself back up onto his feet. “You want me to fuck you?” He asked, his voice low and strained, you could see why his erection was visible through his pants. 

Your mouth hung open, you had just come, but somehow, your body longed for more, to feel his cock inside you. You nodded your head, your eyes pleading with his. His hand trailed up your side, sliding over your breast and up to your neck, choking you lightly. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He teased.

“Yes, yes, please fuck me, daddy.” You squirmed in his grip, body aching for him.

The hand on your neck pushed you back so you were lying flat against the bed. Spencer released your neck, quickly beginning to shed his clothes. You watched with hooded eyes, your thighs rubbing together for some friction. Once he was fully unclothed, he was on you, his mouth catching yours in a feverish kiss. Your hands wrapped around his torso, nails clawing down his back. He groaned at the pain, “ready for me to fuck you?” 

“Yes! Yes, fuck me!” You groaned, reaching your hand in between the two of you to pump his cock. He moaned loudly in your ear, and you swear it was like you had died and gone to heaven. In one swift motion, he snapped his hips forward, burying his cock in you. You yelped, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your nails scratched down his back once again as he bottomed out, slamming back into you setting a brutal pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me, so perfect.” He groaned out. He stopped momentarily, his hands grabbed your thighs, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. He pounded into you, this time balls deep. Your hands left his back, moving to grab your breasts, mouth falling open in a silent scream.

His hand shot up, wrapping around your neck lightly, causing your already dizzy head to spin more. Groans and curses left Spencer’s mouth, a thin sheen of sweat coating his tan skin. He looked like a God above you, and you had no idea how you got so lucky as to fuck him. 

“Harder” you groaned out. Your hips thrust up to meet his, both of you working aggressively towards your orgasms. Spencer complied, his head falling back with a groan as he rammed into you. You screamed, eyes crossing as his cock brushed over your g-spot, your cunt clamping down onto his cock. “Fuck! Right there, Spencer, God, yes!”

“Oh, God, Y/N, such a perfect little slut for me.” He growled, his breath coming out in short pants. Incomprehensible moans and cries of Spencer's name left your lips.

 Your hand on your breast crept up to Spencer’s hand around your neck, wrapping around his wrist. “I’m so close” you managed to groan out. 

“Fuck, me too.” Spencer moaned, his voice deep and gravely. Your skin slapped against his with each thrust, the sound filling your bedroom. “Rub your clit” Spencer commanded, his hand held your hip in a harsh grip, which would definitely leave bruises. 

You nodded, as best as you could with his large hand wrapped around your neck. You reached your hand down, using two fingers to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit. “I-I’m gonna cum.” 

Spencer moaned above you, his eyes shutting, and his teeth biting down on his perfect lips. “Fuck, cum, cum for me.” He leaned closer into you, his swollen mouth capturing yours in a kiss. You pressed your lips desperately against his, teeth clashing sloppily. 

You broke the kiss with a moan, your head falling back against the bed, and your back arching. The hand on his wrist squeezed harder, “tighter, tighter.” You cried, signaling for him to cut off more of your circulation. Without question, his hand tightened to the perfect pressure, and it was all you needed to send you over the edge into pure bliss. You came with a loud scream, that was sure to alert the neighbors, and your walls fluttered around Spencer’s cock, tears of pleasure flowing freely down your face. Everything in your body tensed, and your eyes rolled so far into the back of your head you’re surprised they didn’t get stuck there. 

Your orgasm sent Spencer into his own, his head falling back with a deep guttural groan, his hands on your body tightening their grip. His body stilled, his cock buried deep within you, twitching and releasing his cum. “Fuck, Y/N, you perfect slut, ugh.”

Spencer’s hand released your neck, falling onto your hip. You gulped down the air like a fish, your hand releasing his wrist and coming up to rub your sore neck. Spencer pushed your legs off his shoulders, and his body collapsed onto yours, both of you completely wrecked.

You felt his hot breath against your neck, both of you panting like dogs. You could feel the sweat running down your forehead, mixing with the tears on your face.  Your eyes were still closed, your body still coming down from it’s high. At that moment you couldn’t wait to go to sleep, not just because you were exhausted, but because you could wrap around Spencer like a sloth. You laughed lightly, running one of your hands through Spencer’s hair. “That was amazing” you breathed out.

Spencer chuckled into your neck, “I knew I could make you cum.” He pulled back, hovering on his forearms above you. 

You giggled at his words, your hands trailing down his back, to his tense shoulders, massaging them lightly. With one last peck to your lips, Spencer pulled away, turning around. You giggled again at the sight of his bare ass, “as much as I love the view, where are you going?”

He turned back to you with a light-hearted smile on his face “I need to clean you up, I don’t think you want to go to bed with cum dripping down your thighs.” 

You groaned, lazily reaching out for him, “but I’m tired.” 

“And whiny,” Spencer replied, his voice muffled as he walked away from you and into the bathroom. 

“I’m only whiny because I want to go to sleep, we can take a shower in the morning.” You attempted to sway him. 

He walked back into the bedroom, a wet rag in his hand. You smiled, you could already see the multitude of love bites you left on his neck. “Your neck looks pretty,” you stated lazily.

Spencer laughed at your words, crouching down to run the rag up your thighs. “Yours does too, you’re going to need a lot of makeup to cover that bruise.” He was right, a bruise in the shape of his hand was going to be on your neck for days.

You let out a hiss as he ran the rag up your folds, still extremely sensitive. You sat up slightly, attempting to retreat further onto the bed and away from Spencer. His arms slung over your waist, pulling you right back to the edge of the bed. “The quicker I do this the quicker we get to go to sleep, sweetheart.” He chided. 

You rolled your eyes, pouting like a child, “but it hurts.” 

Spencer hummed in understanding, continuing to clean you, “you know, I was going to make you cum another time, but, I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“Oh, please, I’d let you fuck me till I pass out if you made me cum like that again.” You laughed, watching as he threw the dirty rag onto the bedside table. He turned back to the bed, hovering over you once again. 

His lips found yours in a slow, passionate kiss. “I’m holding you to that.” 

You scoffed, pushing him off of you, “you better.” You turned onto your hands and knees, crawling to pull the comforter down. Spencer repeated your actions, crawling into bed next to you. You threw your leg over his, laying an arm across his chest. 

“Here,” he said, sitting up slightly to slide his arm under your head as a makeshift pillow. “Next time, I’ll have to teach you how to make yourself cum.”

You sighed dreamily, snuggling further into Spencer’s warm body. You looked up at him, “next time, huh?” 

Spencer’s eyes widened, his body shifting slightly away from you, “I-I mean, only if you want to-”

You laughed, using your hand on his chest to push him back down onto the bed, “ of course I want to.” You paused for a moment, “but, won’t that be a little...weird?”

Spencer laughed “Only if you make it, Y/N. Think of this all as an anatomy lesson” Spencer whispered breathily into your ear.