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harringtonsbnbg · 5 months ago

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Juno • S.H

♡ a/n: oh hi! my first steve oneshot ever! I'm a little bit nervous but drunk enough to not care! hope however read this, likes it!

♡ pairing: boyfriend!steve x girlfriend!reader

♡ summary: While waiting for Steve’s pie to get ready, you and him spend some time together, talking about (and experiencing) making babies.

♡ warnings: inspired by the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, established relationship, kissing, no use of y/n, SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, pillow talk, breef talk of pregnancy. This oneshot is +18, therefore MDNI!

♡ word count: 1700k

♡ dividers by: @cafekitsune

“I can feel you staring, you know?”

You couldn't help it, not when Steve was bending over the balcony of his kitchen, carefully cutting out the pie dough to make some kind of pie art that he insisted to keep as a surprise from you.

“Oh I do, but you know, your butt looks really amazing on those pants”

“Oh my god, you're making me feel so objectified right now.” He scoffed.

You let out a laugh as you let your head fall back, and waited patiently for Steve to finish his handmade art. You got back to your book, quickly remembered since you couldn't stare at your boyfriend for too long.

As the minutes passed by you got immersed in the story, not hearing Steve closing the oven, or even his steps to your direction, surprising you as he laid between your legs on the couch. You raised the book to the height of your forehead, making a little book cabin, and Steve got even closer as he passed under it.

“Hi” He said as your noses touched.

“Hi, pretty” You smiled.

He kissed you softly, not a worry in the world as he was in the arms of his favorite person, with a delicious pie ready in about 30 minutes.

You closed the book and put it away on the coffee table, running a hand through his hair and the other on his soft cheek.

You let out a sigh followed by a whine when he squeezed your waist, deepening the kiss and let his tongue roll over your mouth.

God, you love him so much, that sometimes feels like words weren't enough, you needed to show him physically, you wished he could mark you forever, and you him. As delusional as it sounds, you wished you could impregnate him, but were also happy with the idea of him impregnating you.

As Steve leads a trace of hot, open mouth kisses through your jaw and neck, you let your mind wonder, already drunk in love and lust.

“I love when you do that” You said, feeling Steve work harder on a spot to leave it a mark.

He hummed and then asked “Why is that?”

“Because you always leave a mark. I love it, it feels like you are marking me forever.”

Your doe passionate eyes made his stomach flip, and Steve wondered if he could possibly be more in love with you.

Kissing him again, this time hungrier and if it's possible, more love, you let your hands travel down his shirt, going under it to gently scratch the skin on his ribs, making him shiver.

“I wish I could mark you forever.” Steve said in a brief moment when his mouth wasn't glued to your body.

Taking off his shirt and helping you with yours, Steve came down to your chest, feeling the hot skin and your hard nipples against him. With the urge to feel him closer, you started to push his sweater pants and boxers down, signaling to him to do the same with your pants.

Retracting your hands from his waistband, Steve only took off your clothes, with patience and a grin on his face.

“Calm down baby, we're in no rush.”

You whine and was about to protest when he went down at your nipples, nibbling and sucking with such desire, taking his time with each one of them, then leaving a track of kisses and bites all over your stomach and inner thighs, getting closer to your core and making you shiver and squirm under his touch.

Wasting no time, Steve got between your legs in a heartbeat, working his lips and tongue, as you were sighing and finding his hair to pull.

With one hand looking for yours to interlace your fingers, his other was at your entrance, circling around, threatening to get in just to see your frustrating face when he didn't.

“Steve…” You tried to sound like a threat, but it came out as a desperate moan.

As he sucked your clit harder, his fingers finally founded their way in, making you gasp and pull at his hair with satisfaction, letting the most filthy sounds escape your open mouth.

You clenched around his fingers and buckled up your hips in his direction, in a urge to find even more pleasure, feeling Steve curving his fingers inside you.

“Yeah…” You sighed. “You’re always making me feel so good.”

“I know baby, it’s because I love you so much.”

Changing the pace of his tongue and the angle of his fingers, Steve was making you feel overwhelmed, rolling your eyes and letting out the pathetic moans and whines that he loved so much to hear. Steve moved your intertwined hands to your lower belly, applying pressure and making you get to the final stroke, moving your hips in his direction as you let out a high pitched moan and let your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling overwhelmed when he didn't stop stimulating you.

Your hands find his cheeks to push him up, smiling as you see his face half covered in your shining juices. As you open your mouth to speak, Steve attacks your lips in a hurry, passionate and deliciously wet kiss, making you gasp and melt again on his arms.

You could feel his hard dick every time he would stroke his hips into yours, and as you push your hips up as well, Steve fought hard for not to come in his pants.

Breaking up the kiss, he swiftly let go of his sweatpants and underwear, leaving his more than ready member free, gasping as it made contact with your warm tight. Your right hand grab his dick, slowly stroking it’s already wet tip, spreading his pre cum along his lenght. Steve let out a moan whenever your tumb come by his tip, and you just love hearing him beg for you to do something about his painful boner.

Feeling satisfied with his misery, you led his dick to you entrace, sighing when Steve start pushing into you and making you feel full. When he was fully inside, you pushed him into a hearty kiss that turn into a mess of moans and sighs as he start moving ina delicious and slow pace.

“Have you ever imagined-” You interrupted yourself with a high pungent moan when Steve touched a specific spot inside you. “Have you ever imagined what our kids would look like?”

“Don’t say that.” Steve whined as he melted and hide his face in the conjecture of your neck and shoulder.

“I’m serious, imagine two of me to make you go crazy. You would die!” You smiled trhough your panting breath.

“Oh, I would die with a smile.” Steve kissed your cheek. “I think about it every time baby, you have no idea how much I dream about it.”

You got lost in your line of though when your boyfriend change the pace, fast and mercly hitting your favorite spot, making you leave half moon marks on his back, showing the amount of pleasure he was giving to you.

“Would you let me but some babies inside you, my love?” He asked, the front of his face glued to the side of yours, following the movements of your body.

“Yes, please! I’m dying for you to give me more than butterflies!” You got your eyes rolling just thinking about it.

“Oh God, I’m going to fill you up every night, until you’re full with our babies” You feel yourself clenching around him at his words, and his strokes started to come in a erratic rhythm.

“Stevie!” You whined when Steve found your weak spot righ under your ear, and combined with his tumb over your clit was making you close to reach your second orgasm.

With Steve hitting you so deeply while his hand worked hard on your clit and his mouth on your neck, you couldn’t take for too long until you started combusting in a hot mess of moans and whines with him, feeling his cum going deep inside you when he kept stroking, making sure every last drop wouldn’t got to waste.

You search for his face that was hiding in your neck, longing for a kiss wicht he gave to you without a second though, melting into it with and let his body relax on top of yours.

“I meant it” You say as your both breaths got serene. “I’ve been imagining what they would look like, and I’m getting lovesick over perfect little versions of us who doesn't even exist yet!”

“I meant it too, babe.” Steve got out of the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. “I dream about having kids with you basically since the day we’ve met.”

“Well I guess we’ll just to try every single freaky position out there, just to make sure, right?”

“Yeah right, couldn’t loose the chance!” Steve attack your face with kisses as you let out a laugh, pulling his hair.

The timer of the oven going off got you out of your little buble, forcing Steve to detlange himself from you as he rushed to get his pie before it burns.

“No! Stay for like, five more minutes!” You pout.

“I know this trap already babe,” He laughed. “Come with me, I made it just for you!”

He pulled his sweatpants back on and you grabbed his shirt and underwear, rushing after him to the kitchen, patiently waiting for him to reveal the secret adornments he had made on the top of the pie. When Steve pulled the pie out of the oven, you just wanted to jump on him out of cuteness and love, God he knew how to be adorable.

The dough that sat on the top of the pie was full of heart shaped pieces, adorning even the edges that started to turn into a darker shade, and you cold see the cherry filling through some blank spaces.

“Oh Steve, this is so adorably beautiful, I love it!” You could cry out of his sweetness with you. “I love you. So much.”

You kissed him passionately, wishing you could transfer all your love through it.

“I think I love you more, I mean look at this pie, you think you can compete with that?”

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jjbalice · 5 months ago

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A Night to Forget

Summary: Mingi wakes up to a feeling he's never experienced before, and he's pretty sure he's dying.

Genre: a reverse hurt/comfort Mingi x reader oneshot

Word count: 1 123 (8-9 min.)

Trigger warnings: descriptions of a panic attack (shortness of breath, feeling nauseous and scared, crying)

A/N: Somehow, the biggest struggle while writing this was the concept of puke bowls?? I thought that was a universal thing but once I started googling the proper term for it I found out it's not?? So if you're one of those people who don't have a designated bowl for throwing up at home, now you do, lol.

You awoke with a startle, eyes blinking rapidly as they tried to focus in the dark room. You didn't remember having a nightmare, so why were you suddenly awake?

The answer to your question came in the form of a sharp, deep inhale from beside you. Immediately, a shaky exhale followed, just as loud and forceful.

"...Min?" You called out quietly, turning to your right. You could see the rough outline of your boyfriend, lying on the bed with his back to you. The sheets he usually liked to bury himself in were pulled down to his waist, revealing his broad, pajama-clad back.

Despite the darkness, you could see his chest and shoulders rise and fall with every tight breath, looking almost painful with the clear tension in each movement.

You quickly sat up, leaning over to place a gentle hand on his hip. "Mingi? Baby, are you okay?"

All you got in return was a small, watery whine, making you that much more concerned. Worrying at your bottom lip, you leaned back to turn on your bedside lamp. With the room now cast in a warm, soft, yellow light, you shuffled closer to peer over Mingi's shoulder.

If the labored breathing wasn't enough cause for concern, the tears rolling down his cheeks definitely were.

"Honey please, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Mingi's breath stuttered as he tried to get his voice under control, eyes squeezed shut. "I- I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Fuck," you muttered, quickly straightening back up. "Can you stand up? No, wait, let me go get the bowl-"

"No!" Mingi suddenly caught your hand before you could remove it from his hip, grip surprisingly tight considering the tremors in his arm. "Please, please don't leave, I don't want to- I can't- I'm scared."

You quickly put your hand back on his hip, holding him securely while you lay back down. Even if Mingi's frantic behavior gave you an idea of what might be happening, it didn't ease your inner panic whatsoever. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm right here, alright? It will pass soon, don't worry."

Mingi just weakly nodded in return, clearly unconvinced. His breaths slowed down just a bit but grew that much deeper in turn. "Y/N, I-" his voice cut off as he choked on something between a gag and a sob, making him heave even more. "I can't breathe."

Despite the fear in his statement, Mingi's words further confirmed your suspicions.

"Honey, are you having a panic attack?" You asked softly, watching his body exhaust itself with more labored breaths. The sight pained you, but you knew you couldn't give in to your own panic right now. You had to be here for your lover.

"I don't know," Mingi whimpered, bracing himself as another wave of nausea hit him, "maybe?"

Okay, you should be able to work with that. Hopefully.

You moved to lie right against him, chest pressing into his back. The hand on his hip traveled upward, resting against his waist and stomach. Like this, your fingers felt every rise and fall of his chest, keeping track without putting too much pressure on his ribcage.

"Try to breathe with me, love," you whispered into his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. "I know it feels like you're suffocating, but you'll be okay, trust me."

Despite his inner doubts, Mingi replied with the tiniest "Okay". The room fell silent again, save for your slow, calm breaths and Mingi's hard, tight ones. For the first minute or two, Mingi couldn't match you for the life of him. Every time he tried to slow down, he felt like he was going to pass out, throw up, or both. Only after you spoke up again, whispering small words of love and encouragement, did his breathing finally start to calm down.

"There you go," you cooed in his ear. "I'm so proud of you, baby, keep going."

Mingi's heart warmed at your praise, easing the nauseous anxiety churning within. The feeling that he was going to throw up began subsiding, along with the tightness in his lungs.

"Thank you," he muttered a few moments later, relaxing into the mattress. At last, the worst of it seemed to be over, easing his panic about possibly dying.

"There's nothing to thank me for," you replied softly, snuggling further into his back now that he was less likely to be uncomfortable by your touch. "How are you feeling?"

He hummed to himself as he assessed his state, grabbing your hand on his waist to fully wrap it around his middle. "Definitely a lot better. It's still a bit hard to breathe but it's going away, I think."

"Good," you sighed into his neck. "I'm sorry you had to go through that in the first place, though. Waking up to a panic attack is anything but pleasant, but you did really well."

"...You really think it was a panic attack?" Mingi questioned, turning around to look at you. "I mean, it would certainly be one of the better reasons for why this all happened, but still... What is there to panic over in one's sleep?"

You chuckled at his question, squeezing him tighter in your hold. "I don't know, babe. You have been pretty stressed lately, so maybe something in your dreams triggered it, who knows. I'm just glad you got through it."

"That makes two of us," Mingi agreed absent-mindedly, too focused on the bright moon outside. "Not gonna lie though, I'm kinda afraid to fall asleep again after this."

The tone of his voice and the small chuckle told you it was supposed to be a joke, but you knew better than that. Despite the tough-guy persona your boyfriend often liked to put on, deep down, he was just as sensitive as everyone else, if not more.

"Don't worry, love," you consoled him, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder. "I'm sure everything will be fine now. And even if not, I'm right here to calm you down again. I've got you, always."

Mingi didn't respond for a while, too busy fighting the tears suddenly springing to his eyes. How did those few words from you bring him so much comfort? And what did he do to deserve such a beautiful, loving person by his side?

Mingi didn't know and didn't dare ask. All he needed to know right now was that you were here - with him, for him.

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loonylupinblack3 · 9 months ago

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Hellooooo, I was wondering if you could do some sfw and nsfw alphabet head canon for our beloved Wolverine?? 😝😝💗💕

NSFW ALPHABET

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: smut, literally so much shit i can't be bothered putting it all in here 😭

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: never done one of these before but it was fun so enjoy

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

Logan is always in a good mood after sex. He'll make sure you're alright, that he didn't go too rough or hurt you, and then he'd just have you in his arms. He'd be content.

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

Logan is a thigh man 😌 he fucking loves your thighs, loves squeezing them when you're sitting together on a couch or when he's driving. He loves being between them and when your thighs squeeze around his head he is a GONE man. Often holds you down by your thighs when he's fucking you.

C = Cum (where they like to cum)

Logan loves cumming inside you. He fucks you raw and loves the feeling of his cum spurting inside your cunt. It makes him crazy, feels like he's claiming you as his, he can't get enough of it.

Often watches it drip out of you just to shove it back in (he Loves cumstuffing 😩)

He also loves coming on your stomach and back, painting you with his cum, but again, he'll cum in you at least once when you're fucking, he can't not give you a cream pie

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

He loves the idea of being your first. It's not necessarily a corruption kink, it's more of being able to be the person to introduce you to new things, to be the only person you think of when you think about sex. To be able to talk you through it, teach you tricks, ect.

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

Obviously Logan has experience what with being hundreds of years old. He loves to try new positions with you, showing you new things and doing stuff with you you haven't done before. He likes introducing you to things and over his 200 years alive he’s experienced A Lot of things

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Logan’s not very picky with his positions. Loves missionary so he can see your face when you come, watching what he’s doing to you. Also loves going behind so he can slam into you and be as rough as he wants. However he’s not opposed to you being on top and riding him, and fucking loves the idea of you using him to get off.

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

Definitely more serious. He'll play with you and tease you and flirt while fucking you, but he doesn't make jokes or laugh during sex. He gets too wrapped up in fucking you.

H = Hair (do they like hair pulling?)

He'll pull your hair All The Time. Almost painfully so, pulling you back to him when you try to squirm away, when you’re giving him a blowie (also makes u wear his mask sometimes so he can pull on the blow handles)

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

As we know Logan has Issues with intimacy and it often comes as a hard thing for him. Often sex with you is just sex, but thet are some moments where he's fucking you that he feels safe enough to confess his intimacy to you. He's not vulnerable often, but the few times he is it's usually when you're fucking, and he feels safe enough, in power enough, to tell you things.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Logan usually relies on his memories of you when masterbating. He’s an oldie, so doesn’t take many pics/videos of u when fucking (he’s also literally so consumed with fucking you he wouldn’t even think to remember it if he wanted to). Often Calls You, however, and lets you ramble about your day while he gets off to the sound of your voice

“Anything else happen?” he rasps while grunting, pumping his shaft.

“Are you jerking off-”

“Keep talking darlin’, I'm not done yet,” he orders.

And of course you continue.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding is a big one. He loooooves cumming inside of you, filling you with his cum. Never been a fan of wrapping before tapping as they say, so you’re def on birth control. Even so he’ll often whisper dirty things in ur ear abt breeding bc you both just Get Off to that shit

“Gonna breed all my babies into you”

“Fuck, can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, gonna look so pretty pregnant”

ect.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Logan loves to take you away on spontaneous vacation weekends to a lodge cabin in the middle of the mountains, no one else around, and just Fuck you. He goes on all weekend, loving that you’re both alone with no possible interruptions. He goes crazy about having you all to himself.

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

Tbh you being angry with him, yelling and pointing fingers makes him soooo horny. Angry make up sex is a usual and the ones that go on the longest. He loves taking his pent out aggression on you <3

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

Doesn’t like doing anything while you’re sleepy/asleep/drunk/ect. He wants you to know what’s happening, to be invested and feel what he’s doing to you. He’s also around dead ppl a lot (obviously) so having u asleep would remind him too much of dead people and it would just Not be the vibe :/

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

Logan is a giver!!! Repeat it with me!! He’s been around for hundreds of years, he’s hot, people have given him blowjobs left and right. Yet there’s only ever been one of you. He’s never had you before, never tasted you or fingerfucked you so ofc he’s so much more obsessed with eating out your pussy to think about receiving anything. (also, with his amount of experience, every time he does eat you out u literally have an out of body experience)

HOWEVER that’s not to say logan doesn’t enjoy receiving. Oh my lord, even if u gave the worst blowjobs in the history of Everything, the knowledge that it was your mouth around his dick would be enough to make him cum (except he’s def taught u a few tricks to make the experience even better for him)

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

Bro… do we even need to specify….

Logan is the roughest guy you’ve ever been with. When he gets turned on he gets turned on and doesn’t stop until your limp beneath him unable to form a single coherent sentence. He loves making you cockdrunk and his dumb little fuck toy.

“Oh don’t worry baby, you just stay there and let me fuck you okay? There’s a good fuck toy.” ect.

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

Tbh Logan is not a fan of quickies. Like if he reeaaally needs it, like if you’re wearing that red dress he bought you that leaves barely anything to the imagination, sure, he’ll have a quickie (becaus tbh how could he not?)

But usually he prefers to wait until you have enough time because he is THOROUGH. He will fuck you over and over, in every single position like 😩

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

Logan loooves experimenting. He loves introducing you to new things, finding new ways to push you to the edge and improve your sex life. HOWEVER. Risks are not his thing. He wants you 1. To always feel comfortable and safe with him and 2. All to himself, so he does not like the idea of anyone accidentally seeing you two ect.

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

It is NEVER one round with Logan. He’ll fuck you on his fingers, fuck you with his cock, his mouth, his thigh, everything, over and over and over again. Like he never tires, and doesn’t think of it as a job well done until you’re a blubbering mess underneath him

T = Toys (do they use toys?)

Logan actually despises toys. He’s an oldie at heart and believes he should be the only thing getting you off. When he catches ur masterbating with a toy, vibrator dildo Does Not Matter, he goes feral. Fucks you till the only thing you can get off too is him.

“You gonna admit it, huh? You gonna admit nothing can make you feel like this but me? Or do i have to fuck you some more? Yeah, i think i need to fuck you some more, really get it into your head Bub.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan likes the idea of teasing in theory, would love to see you whining and begging to come from his cock, but in reality he just doesn’t have the patience for it. You’d think he learned patience from his 200 years alive but in reality whenever u guys get Into it he’s fucking you almost immediately because he just needs to be inside you.

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

Logan is always desperate to make you moan. He loves hearing all the dirty desperate noises escaping your mouth and gets mad when you try to muffle it, hence his perfect location being somewhere isolated so you can scream as loud as you want.

Logan himself is rather vocal too. Not loud per say, but he grunts and groans, and loves talking dirty to you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good on my cock,”

“You like being fucked like a slut, huh?”

“So wet for me baby.”

ect.

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

Loves when you mention him during sex. When you scream his name he’s already gone. Wearing his clothes? He’s blowing his load immediately. Saying shit like “i’m yours” “you’re the only one who came make me feel like this” Oh lord he just unravels

What can he say he’s a possessive guy 🤷‍♀️

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

Logan is thick. He’s def larger than average, but he’s thick and wide, and the stretch of his cock inside you is fucking delicious every time.

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

Logan can literally get turned on at the smallest of things 😭

He’s just so fucking rabid for you, you could be cooking him dinner and he’ll have you on the counter with your legs spread and him between them, lapping at your pussy like a starving man

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Logan isn’t rlly one to fall asleep. He’ll stay up while you doze off and just admire you, brush your hair, kiss your bare shoulders, just content to have you there with him.

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ceesimz · 11 months ago

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I'm a Star, How Could I Not Shine?

This is just a lil soft blurb I got the idea to write tonight, I still have my other story in the works and I'm loving creating it :)

Life was hardly fair, that much you knew. But it seemed like the last few months had been especially harsh on your girlfriend. And it was a hard watch, almost agonising to see her come home a shell of her true self everyday.

Today, though, it reached its peak.

Work was being a lot kinder to you; you typically had a lighter load than Alexia but the past few weeks had kind of been a breeze, you were promoted to a new branch and it was a dream to be there. So, as you watched on from the sidelines as the media tore Alexia apart, inventing new reasons to needlessly hate on her, you were doing your best to make life at home a safe haven for her.

Today was Friday, and your plan was to come home from work and get all the chores out of the way, before ordering food in so that there was as little as possible for Alexia to have to worry about. Maybe you'd run a bath for her, give her a massage, or let her have some alone time before falling asleep with your chest to her back as you ran a hand softly through her hair.

What you weren't expecting, however, was to find a familiar figure in a black tracksuit curled up on the sofa, soundly sleeping.

You froze in the doorway, unsure what to do next. The first thing you thought was just how much the sight concerned you. Alexia wasn't meant to be home for a number of hours yet, her day was filled with meetings after she'd had training in the morning. Tie that in with the fact that she was adamant in never taking naps, ever, as well as how she always followed her schedule to the second, and your body was wracked with worry from head to toe.

Long story short, this only alluded to unimaginable things consuming her right now. You didn't even want to think about it. If it hurt you this much, and you weren't even the one experiencing all she was, then god only knows how she's feeling. Hopefully you can coax it out of her.

Instead of disturbing her right now, you backed out of the room and headed towards the kitchen. Once in there, you off-loaded your bag and your jacket onto the dining table, before opening your phone and putting in the order for dinner. Then you took a moment to compose yourself, to come up with a way to approach the delicate situation currently festering in the lounge of the apartment.

Alexia could wake up and be in one of either two moods: she doesn't really want company as she needs time to process what's pacing through her mind, or, and you're not sure if you preferred this one or not, she'd be in such an utterly wrecked state of mind that she would just melt into your arms and unload weeks, if not months, worth of bottled up emotions. You knew the latter would happen at some point, but you definitely didn't think it would come about so soon.

Really, this wasn't how you expected the night to go, you just assumed that Alexia would complete her work day before coming home, speaking very few words for the rest of the evening. It wasn't out of displeasure, it was how she processed things. Until the pressure built up inside her and exploded, she would keep pretty schtum about how things were going for her, and no matter how much you tried to shake her out of these habits, it was just something about her you had to deal with.

But now, with somewhat of an idea built up in your head, you slip your shoes off and put them on the rack by the front door, and walk back towards your sleeping girlfriend. As you get closer to her, you spot the scowl to her brow and slight frown on her lips - even as she sleeps, she still can't catch a break. She looks perturbed and uncomfortable, like there's things she can't quite shake off, and it breaks your heart.

With a gentle hand on her shoulder as she sleeps on her side with her face slightly covered by her hood, you gently nudge her.

"Hey, Ale, wake up. It's me, wake up." You whisper, leaning down to place a kiss on her temple. At the affectionate touch, she jolts awake, breathing a little heavy. "Hey, it's only me."

"Oh." She muttered, rubbing her eyes and sighing. "Por qué estás aquí?"

"I just got home from work, it's half four." Wrong thing to say.

She sits up in shock, looking at you agasp, her stomach churning with dread. She never missed meetings, she never missed any kind of work, period.

"Mierda. Lo siento, tengo que irme, ahora." Alexia jumps up and rushes to grab her keys from the kitchen, but you grab her hand and stop her. "No, amor, I-"

"Ale, take a breath. Slow down." You say, standing up and taking her other hand. Her eyes are everywhere but you, her body language is tense and radiates anxiety. "Look at me. Hey, mírame, Ale."

"Amor, you do not understand, I am missing a meeting ri-"

"No, you are here with me, and you need to take a minute. Just a minute, if anything. Please." You plead, dropping her hands to cup her face and get her to look at you. "Sit down with me, relax for a moment. I won't hear otherwise."

A reluctant nod later, she sits down with you on the couch, though she perches on the edge like she could take off any second. You don't doubt that she won't.

"Sorry." She states a quiet moment after, her hands coming to cover her face as she sighs heavily yet again.

"For what, Ale?" You ask, shuffling closer to her side and draping an arm across her shoulders. She shrugs, making you frown, so with your free hand you delicately turn her head to face you. "Take the day off. Anyone can see you need it."

Her nod isn't so hesitant this time, and that's terrifying in itself. The ease in which she agreed to skiving the rest of her schedule is so unnerving that you're not entirely sure where to go from here. You were expecting more of a fight, expecting her to be hard work for the night, but here she was just giving up in front of you. Near enough relinquishing her role as if it wasn't such a mental battle for her.

At her agreement, you tug her into you and she follows easily, resting her forehead against your collarbone and breathing out shakily.

"Let me look after you tonight, Ale. You don't have to apologise, not for anything." You whisper, scattering light, caring kisses across her cheek.

You pull down the hood of her jumper and, finally, see the full effect of what the month's brazen nature has done to her. The bags under her eyes are more prominent than ever, there's a permanent frown line etched onto her forehead, and she's a worryingly grey colour. Her face gives off a perturbed look, and to be honest you didn't think it was possible to be able to visibly see the aftermath of a mentally degrading few weeks.

Right now, it seems like sleep is the best option for her. And fortunately for you, and for Alexia, the restaurant you ordered from won't deliver your dinner for another forty or so minutes. It's a small miracle you'll happily take at this time, and if Alexia was in the right mind she'd probably laugh, because the wait time normally drives you crazy. You've never been more grateful for it though.

"Why don't you sleep some more? I got us some food, it won't be here for a while yet and I really think you need the rest." You suggest, tucking a few wisps of hair behind her ear.

"You... you will stay here?" She questions in such a childlike manner that it splits your heart in two.

"Yes, I'll be right here, Ale, I promise. I'm not going anywhere, ever." You tell her, and that's when she meets your eye. The look she gives is devastating, it's filled with all sorts that would take you the rest of the night to unpack. And, quite frankly, Alexia isn't ready for that.

You urge her to lay down just like she was earlier, except this time you take the place by her head and let her rest it on your lap. It's now that you're carding your fingers through her hair, not in your bed. It's now that Alexia finally breaks, as sniffles sound through the room sporadically.

"Tan cansada." She uttered, almost unintelligibly, as she covers her eyes with her hand and buries her face in your stomach.

"It's okay. You can relax now. It's just us here, and you're safe. You're gonna be okay." You reasurre her, and you mean it with every ounce of your being. How could you not, when the light of your life has been dimmed by clouds of disdain from people who aren't even aware of the joy she brings you?

Alexia may come across as a force to be reckoned with, but after all, she's just your Ale, the one that cries at animal shelter adverts on TV and smiles like a fool at the little things like when you bring home her favourite snack as a surprise one day. She's a sensitive soul, but that's what you love about her. Everything she does, she does it with her whole heart, and you'd sooner be six feet under than to let your love for her go untold.

"I love you, Ale, and I'm really proud of everything you do. Everything."

"Even when I am not strong enough to go to one meeting?" She mumbles insecurely, stealing a glance up at you with one eye.

"Especially then. You are strongest in your weakest moments, when you're afraid to ask for help but you do it anyway. So, I'm always proud of you, and I always will be. I swear by that."

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso one shot

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ken-dom · 2 years ago

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Ken’s First Orgasm

Ken x reader

1.1k words

Summary: Since Ken entered the real world, he’s been experiencing some… feelings (AKA a good orgasm might calm him down)

Author’s Notes: It’s smutty, it’s tongue-in-cheek, it’s a little bit silly… just take it for what it is, enjoy the Kenergy and have fun 🩷

This was my first Ken fic, originally posted to my main blog under the title 'Ken's First Time.' Due to a tagging issue on my main, I'm reposting my works here to have everything in one place.

Warnings/content: NSFW, 18+, first kiss, first orgasm, making out, dry humping, hand job, gn!reader, Ken’s self doubt and nerves (and crying)

‘I’ve been getting these… urges, like, there’s something stirring deep inside me that I can’t seem to tame,’ Ken uttered huskily, fingers toying with the hair by your ear. ‘I think it might be because I’m craving… this.’

Biting his lip, he stared deep into your eyes, the heat of his gaze dropping down to your lips before slowly leaning in.

When you followed his lead, breath quickening as you tilted your head, he faltered, pulling back with a quiet growl and balling his fists in frustration.

He had hung on your every word all day, never taking his eyes off you for a single moment. And you’d noticed the way he lit up every time you looked at him… but now, you began to wonder if you’d done something to put him off.

‘Ken?’ you breathed carefully.

‘I- I’ve never…’ he hesitated.

Oh. That’s all it was. You dipped your head to meet his sparkling eyes again.

‘You’ve never kissed anyone?’ you asked gently, lifting your palm to rest softly against his handsome cheek.

Ken cleared his throat and forced a smile. ‘I’ve tried. Lots of times.’ He lifted his chin with mock confidence, as though trying to kiss was some sort of proud accomplishment. ‘You know how it can be.’

‘It’s alright,’ you soothed, rubbing your thumb soothingly over his cheekbone. Your mind raced with what else he probably hadn’t done either, the thought causing heat to pool at your core. ‘We’ll take it at your pace.’

The silky tone of your voice and the comfort of your words made him feel… dizzy? He blinked his gaze away, blushing. Feeling it again. That pull of something deep in his gut that made him want to submit himself to… whatever it was his body was craving so much. Damn it, he really needed to just get over it and kiss you.

You smiled warmly, leaning in again with pause enough to allow him time to decide. To your delight, he pressed forward, lips crashing soft and wet against yours, and as you parted your lips to encourage his tongue, he moaned loudly into your mouth while his fingertips drove hard into the flesh at your waist.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, it was suddenly hard to remember to breathe, his needy whines and desperate grabbing clouding your thoughts, causing your legs to tremble, but eventually you pulled away, panting.

‘Wow, Ken… that was-’

‘Terrible! I mean, you… you were great. I had no idea what I was doing. I'm not made for kissing, I’m only good at Beach.’ He shook his head, frustrated. ‘I shouldn’t have- mmh!… mmm…’

You shut him up instantly, diving back for more and inadvertently pushing him to lay back on the bed. You straddled him naturally, conscious thought still lost in the haze of excitement.

‘You- you liked it?’ he breathed huskily as you pulled up to get a look at how pretty he was, breathless with anticipation beneath you.

You nodded, humming in approval. ‘And it feels like you did too,’ you smirked, grinding down against his already aching erection.

The noise he made was unearthly, a growl and a whimper and a groan and a desperate exhale all at once. The pressure he had been feeling there released ever so slightly with a small pearl of precum, affording him a moment of bliss between the aching neediness.

You stilled, worried you’d hurt him somehow, but his eyes widened revealing pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, and you realised it had been a sound of pleasure, not pain.

‘What… was… THAT?’ he cried out breathlessly. ‘That felt incredible! Sublime! That’s it! That’s what I’ve been craving?! Do it again? Please-’

The last word tapered into a whine as you rolled your hips to grind against him again, and he flopped down onto the pillow, eyes rolling back with overwhelming sensations he couldn’t find the words for.

‘Ken?’ you asked softly, leaning down, ‘you’ve never had an orgasm before have you?’

He shook his head.

‘Do you want to?’

He couldn’t catch his breath and his reply came out as a husky whisper. ‘Will it feel like that again?’

‘Better,’ you grinned wickedly.

‘Oh fuck, yes,’ he mumbled, not even realising he’d sworn. ‘Please.’

You leaned in to kiss him again, igniting the flames inside him that had been roaring since the first time you held his hand. Ken moaned in anticipation, closing his eyes tightly, composing and preparing himself.

You rocked your hips only once more and he exploded, fists bunching the sheets while you continued to writhe against him, his back arching off the bed and tears prickling at his eyes as his orgasm tore through every fibre of his being.

It was like nothing else. How had he never so much as wondered what this would be like until he had entered the real world and discovered human feelings and thoughts… and needs.

His chest heaved as he came down from his high, lazily lifting an arm to rest over his forehead in complete surrender while he tried to claw his way back to the present, with you.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with you smiling down at him, nothing short of smug.

‘Was that- did I-?’ he stuttered.

‘You sure did,’ you panted, heart pounding and heat rushing down to keeping your own arousal simmering. God, he was a picture, mussed hair and pink cheeks and heavy eye lids.

‘Oh… oh, that was, it was-’

You chuckled, climbing off him to settle at his side, where he turned to face you.

‘Should I have… you know? Was there something I didn’t do? You didn’t…’

The concern in his eyes was endearing, but you laughed again and he relaxed. Another tear slid down his cheek as you caressed his arm tenderly.

‘Don’t worry, Ken, we have time for that. I get the feeling you’ll be great at… doing stuff. Besides, that wasn’t quite the whole thing. I’m glad it felt good, but there’s a lot more I can show you. If you want me to…’

Ken snorted a disbelieving laugh. ‘Well, good, because these urges I’ve been getting? I think they might have actually been for-’

‘Orgasms,’ you interrupted with a smirk. ‘Yeah, humans tend to get that a lot.’

‘I’m not surprised! How do you get through the day without doing that at regular intervals?’

You laughed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. ‘It will calm down when you’re a little more used to it. In the meantime… let’s make the most of your libido, yes?’

‘Absolutely,’ he agreed eagerly, as though the word libido meant anything at all to him. Nevertheless, he was as eager as anything for another round.

‘I’m going to start undressing you this time… if that’s alright?’ you muttered seductively, kissing at his collar bone while your fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

‘Of course. You don’t have a body like mine for nothing. Well, I suppose it’s main purpose is for Beach, but-’

‘Ken?’

‘Yeah?’

You didn’t use any more words, and he suddenly lost all concept of his own thoughts when your hand slid inside his beach shorts.

‘How does this feel?’ you whispered as your fingers wrapped loosely around his thick length and pumped slowly, lightly. You didn’t want to overwhelm him too soon.

‘R-real- f-fucking- oh!- good, hnnng…’

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starkspondwater · 1 month ago

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Please please please pretty please some Mysterion x Hero! Reader/New kid!! 🙏🙏🙏 Or civilian

I was a little nervous to start this one and then it just...ran away with every fiber of being. I loved the idea of a civilian getting into the whole hero thing and next thing I knew I was 6 pages deep into a document with more story to tell

Um...It is a bit longer than some of my other stuff I've posted on here, and I hope you like it! I wanted some tension (even though I'm not the most experienced writing it) and I hope everything comes across nicely! I may have crashed out once or twice trying to write this...but I'm deciding that I'm really proud of it!

Summary: Kenny's been doing this hero thing for a long time. Hell, he could even say he's been built for the dangers him and his team have had to face over the years. When someone new steps up, someone intriguing, he can't help but feel a pull, one that makes him think this all might be a bad idea.

Word Count: 6728 words

Putting on a Mask - Mysterion x New Hero!Reader

It started with a simple mugging.

Walking home at night had never been something that worried you before. Streetlights buzzed as the blanket of night surrounded you, shop windows dark and empty. It was comforting in a way, the silence. Days were always filled with noise, busy to a degree that had your mind screaming into a void of stress and anxiety, only quieting once your front door closed and you were back home.

You didn’t notice the other scuffle of steps not far behind.

It wasn’t until a flash of something out of your peripherals did the alarm bells in your head ring out. You felt a forearm clasp around your neck, yanking you backwards into another body much larger than your own. Through the shock you didn’t even hear the vague threats made by the mugger, only knowing that your air supply was feeling thin. Warm breath hit your ears, jostling you into fight mode. Flight never suited you.

Elbows came down hard into a paunchy stomach. As the attacker hunched at the contact, you slammed your skull backwards, a sickening crunch clearly heard. With his forearm loosened, you tore yourself away, ready to turn and kick when you were rudely interrupted.

You had only seen glimpses of Mysterion, the masked hero staying out of the limelight while his friends took their glory. You knew his logo well, seeing the vibrant green question mark spray painted around town in support of his actions. And now here it was again, only now it was actually on the hero in front of you.

In the split second it took you to spin around, Mysterion had the mugger up against the wall, the collar of his dark turtleneck clenched in his fists as he held the perp up. The man had the audacity to sniffle and slobber as though he had been the one wronged here, though possibly it could also be due to the blood spurting from his face. Either way, you didn’t care.

You were a little put off by the lack of a response from the hooded figure. He simply went about securing the mugger, deftly tying his arms back and dialing something into a small device. With only a glance and a nod your way, Mysterion leapt up, leaving you alone with a sad excuse for a criminal. Police arrived minutes after.

Lying in bed that evening, all you could think about was how…satisfying it was to get the upper hand. With a smirk, you considered how technically you were the one to take care of the guy, Mysterion just happened to be there and contacted the police. You had it handled. And he didn’t even give you kudos!

If all it took to be like him was to wear a cool outfit and beat the shit out of bad guys, it really wouldn’t be so difficult. Most of the crimes around here were petty anyway, and you just proved that you had no issue taking care of yourself. With that spark of an idea, you sat up and got to work.

_____

Kenny was pissed.

He had been on patrol all week, surveying the alleys and grimey crevices of South Park that he knew contained the filth of society. His eyes were keen, able to catch even the slightest hint of trouble. And yet, there was none to be found.

What the fuck?

He knew things were going on. Shady back alley deals and dangerous lurkers were being reported all the time, the radio Toolshed set up giving them ample advantage over the failing police force. It wasn’t until he heard murmurings among his civilian friends that he knew someone new had stepped into their game.

They didn’t give themselves any sort of name, only a calling card. A bright red X left at every scene. It was bold, and utterly stupid. Whoever this was didn’t realize what they were doing, the types of people they were messing with. There was more going on here than low level criminals with too much time on their hands…there were people that had lofty goals and horrible minds. That’s how he got to be this…thing in the first place.

He needed to find this wannabe hero and make sure they stopped what they were doing and they stopped it now.

A flash of burgundy under a streetlamp caught his attention. Violet eyes scanned the area and with ease he spotted you. Your getup was simple, tones of red covering your body from head to toe with a hood much like his own concealing your visage. Following from afar, Kenny kept you in his sights.

You had been trailing this guy for a while, one Frank Geene. He had been siphoning money from the local crack baby charity, reports of misused funds and grand purchases coming in from trusted sources. The man was cruel, ugly, and in your eyes needed to be knocked down more than just a peg.

This time of week he fancied himself a gambler, cavorting with like-minded individuals in the basement of Price’s Goods. You were careful to keep yourself hidden, knowing the crowd he ran with. You had already sustained injuries the last time they caught you sneaking around and you were determined not to be found out again. Thankfully, his detail was off for the night, a treat for his men as he had himself a fun evening.

“And just where are you going?” A deep voice startled you, your body twirling automatically toward the source. There in all his purple glory was Mysterion.

“I’m working.” Hand on your hips, you stared down the masked hero. Part of you was relieved you had decided on wearing your own mask. You don’t think you could’ve been this confident if he could see your face.

He was a little surprised at your tone. Normally when caught unawares, the other heroes at least had the wherewithal to look a bit sheepish at being caught doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” Kenny kept his voice low and deep, the familiar scratch in his throat at the effort. “It’s not safe to be out and about like this.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, Mysterion,” you said with a glint in your eyes, “I’m a big kid, I can take care of myself. After all, I’ve been doing it thus far already.”

With flourish you turned, cape sweeping out behind you as you skillfully climbed the rain gutter of the next building. One thing about your new little gig was you were getting a hell of a workout, climbing and running around getting easier by the day.

Scampering across the roof you could hear muffled steps behind you. So he was going to follow. Okay. Cat and mouse it is. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, you found your stride, approaching closer and closer to your destination. You felt a small amount of pleasure that the mystery man was still right behind you, silent with an increasing aura of frustration.

Now to lose him.

Slowing, you waited for the right moment. As you felt the heat of his touch at your elbow you swiveled, catching him off guard. You ensured this moment would happen right at the edge, and dropping down you kept your focus on sticking your landing. With a slight flip, you got your balance back only to turn into a full on sprint around the corner, jumping over various strewn items along the alleyway.

You knew at this next junction what window would be wide open for your use. You had opened it yourself just the day before under the guise of being an employee, thankful that batting your long eyelashes did just the trick you needed. Running past, you swung yourself up and over the windowsill, softly landing on tile and ducking down.

Within seconds you heard him. Mysterion slowed, his steps coming to a complete stop only meters away from where you sat hunched down. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, his confusion felt even through the wall of the building. With a quiet ‘damn!’ you heard him continue his search, footfalls eventually disappearing.

You finally let out the breath you had been holding, straightening up and taking in the small back storage room. Now, it was time to get to work.

_____

Kenny had nothing to go off of. None of his friends had actually seen you before on their own patrols, and on top of that were not the least bit concerned that someone new was trying their hand at playing hero. They knew better than anyone else it wasn’t safe, especially not for someone who had zero special abilities.

You were grating on his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel a little exhilarated. He had years of chasing bad guys under his utility belt, the different catches and rescues running together into one big blur. But one night following you and he couldn’t get it out of his head. Hands in his hair he sighed.

“You alright, dude?” Stan was at the other end of the couch, tools spread out before him on the coffee table as he cleaned them. For someone who didn’t care much about doing his own laundry, he took care of those tools like they were a part of him. In a way they kind of were, Kenny mused.

“Just thinking about X.” Without an actual alias to go off of the group had resorted to just going by the calling card, something Eric found slightly hilarious and made a dirty joke of every time. Stan finished rubbing the gunk out of a drill before setting it down.

“I mean, is it really a big deal to have someone else out there?” Stan questioned, moving his body to face Kenny a little more, “Another set of eyes looking out doesn’t hurt, Ken.”

“It might hurt them. From what I can tell they aren’t like us,” Kenny sighed again, tugging on his blond locks. “You should’ve seen them the other night. They can get around well enough but I could see the strain it had on them. They were breathing hard enough I’m sure anyone down the road could’ve heard!”

“But they still outsmarted you,” with a gleam in his eyes, Stan smiled. “Is that what this is? You’re upset that someone actually got away from the big, bad Mysterion?”

“No! Christ man, I’m not Cartman. I don’t have that big of an ego. I just…What if something does happen?”

Stan huffed out of his nose, the slight familiar whistle from the action making Kenny stifle a chuckle. Upstairs they could hear Kyle and Cartman arguing over something for the third time that week, muffled shouts unintelligible from the other end of the home.

“If something did happen, it wouldn’t be your fault. There’s no way they went into this not knowing the risk. They’d be stupid not to.”

Kenny pulled his hands away from his head, an unsettling feeling beginning to weigh on his chest. There was something about you he couldn’t put a finger on, something that drew him in like a moth to flame.

“For their sake, I sure as hell hope so.”

_____

“That’ll be $5.80, sir!” the bright and cheery smile you kept on most of the morning was starting to hurt your cheeks. You were in customer service hell but at least you were paid to be there, you only wish they didn’t schedule you so goddamn early.

That was the one drawback of your new venture you had resigned yourself to. Late nights hunting for nefarious activities meant that your sleep cycle suffered far more than it ever had in your life- and you used to pull all nighters to study!

Yawning, you greeted the next customer, plastering on another smile. Ringing up items, the beep of the scanner tuned out after hearing it for so many shifts, you began your usual round of pleasantries. How has your day been? Anything exciting going on? Beautiful weather outside! Blah blah blah…

When you looked up into violet eyes you froze, a pack of gum stopped halfway through the scanner. In front of you stood a tall, blond man, one you had seen many times since you moved into the area. He was a flirt and you tried not to interact with him too much by dodging questions and letting your voice fade as you bagged his things. He was lithe, but from the muscle definition of his arms you could tell he was stronger than he looked.

You normally didn’t look at him long but there was something about those damn eyes. They were so familiar to you.

“Hello?” Waving a large hand, the man had on a sly, steadily growing grin.

“S-sorry! Um, its just been a busy day is all!” You were slower in your motions as you finished bagging things up, giving the man his total. He stood there gazing at you for a moment. Opening his mouth to say something he was quickly prompted forward by some friend calling out from the exit. With a wink and a smirk thrown your way, he gently took the bags and left.

Something about that man’s eyes took hold of you, like you had not only seen them before but that the fact that you had was extremely important. You searched your memory for any instance of him. Classes, work, parties, anything at all that could’ve tipped you off, but nothing came to mind. You had a way with faces, especially good looking ones, and knew this would bother you the rest of your day.

As the next person in line took their place you pushed those thoughts to the back, but the image of those violet irises stayed.

_____

Your feet dangled over the ledge as you ate your sandwich. It was a quiet night as far as ass kicking went, only having to deal with some guy trying to steal a car. He didn’t even have a proper slim jim, simply trying to wedge some bit of metal into the window crevice that only served to set off the car alarm.

You didn’t mind as you had bigger fish to fry. Your tip from the week before didn’t lead to much, just an empty basement with nothing but rat shit trailing along the corners. You did find one thing, however: a small playing card. The queen of hearts.

Billie Queen was a vile woman, old and past her prime but acted as though she was hot shit on a stove. You recalled seeing her around town demanding some sort of special treatment for one thing or another- what she was doing with Geene however still baffled you. At present you sat overlooking the tiny building where her apartment was situated, window in perfect view.

You didn’t even have to turn to see who landed beside you.

“I told you not to do this anymore.”

“And I told you I can take care of myself,” you shot back, taking another bit of your sandwich.

Mysterion sat down, mirroring your posture. In the chill of the evening you could feel the pleasant warmth radiating from him. You both sat in silence as you watched the window, the flicker of a womanly figure occasionally rushing past. Eventually, you heard a sigh from your unwanted companion.

Kenny knew this was a bad idea, but somehow he got the feeling you and him were very similar about these sorts of things. He didn’t have many options with this small fascination of his.

“If you’re going to do this, will you at least let me accompany you?”

“No! Why?” Your neck twisted to gape at the man. The gaul of him to suggest that, it’s not like you were some kid playing pretend in the backyard, dammit!

“What you’re hunting right now? This is serious. It’s not playing cops and robbers like you have been.” His eyes darkened as he considered his next words. “What you're messing with could get you killed. And will. Unless you have some help.”

A shiver ran up your spine.

You knew what you had been getting into was dangerous. The petty crimes were one thing, but as you got into more serious shit and bruises began to litter your body, reality had set in. More than once you had a close call with the sharp end of a knife, narrowly dodging as you traded your own blow.

But something about the danger only made it more addicting.

Knowing that you were a part of something bigger, something that was bringing good into the world even if it was at your expense was a beautiful thing. Isn’t that why people like Mysterion did this in the first place? If he wanted to help, who were you to say no?

“Alright. But no coddling me.” Your eyes were steady as you addressed him, voice hard. “What are we going to do about her?”

“Her connection to Geene is shallow at best, but it was smart to come here. If anyone is going to have a little dirt on the bastard, it’ll be his little affair.”

The thought of the man’s wife, living in ignorance of not only her husband's crimes but also of his infidelity, puts a sour taste on your tongue.

“How do we go about getting that information from her? I scoped out the entire place, there’s no way in besides breaking and entering. From what I can tell that lady isn’t going to bed any time soon,” Sure enough, Billie was still strolling past the window clad in a fluffy robe, phone in hand as she talked heartily with someone on the other line.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” poking around the side of his belt, he brought out a grappling hook. “Second window from the left allows access into her place, and from experience I know she never leaves it locked.”

“You’ve…done this before?” You were curious. Of course the heroes of South Park knew things no one else did, upending more of the criminal underbelly than what was released to the public, but how much did they know?

“Ms. Queen has a long list of connections and thankfully, she documents them quite well.” With an attractive smirk, he leapt and headed for the next building. A glance back told you all you needed to know, that this affiliation with one another was happening and you were expected to follow his lead. Jumping down, you did just that.

He was a silent man, nary a word exchanged as he worked with you. You caught yourself ogling him as he maneuvered his grappling hook with expertise, shimmying up into the window and waiting for you to follow. To your surprise, Ms. Queen wasn’t living in some dingy apartment, having bought out most of the floor and creating an over the top bachelorette pad filled with animal prints and gaudy perfume.

By the end of your expedition, information in hands, exhaustion took hold. Despite not doing much exertion, late nights and shitty meals took a toll on your body, and as you slagged behind the caped lad he noticed.

“Get home and rest up. Won’t do any of us any good if you’re not well.”

“I told you not to coddle me.” Straightening up your back, you attempted to shake off your tiredness, but the aches remained. “I’m fine.”

“We passed this same building three times now.”

Well what do you know- the red brick building with toys showcased in the window was indeed one you had passed several times now. This prick was testing you.

“Listen here, buddy, I know my body better than-” you suddenly found your backside hitting that very same brick building, Mysterion looming over you. You had never been this close to him before.He was tall and spindly, and god he smelled good. While most of his face was covered, you did take note of the small scar trailing down his chin, old and faded from years past.

You watched as his eyes roamed your masked face, taking in the contours you allowed to be shown. You were thankful for the low lighting, hoping it was enough to hide your flush away from his intense gaze. For a brief second, his eyes darted down towards your lips before coming back up once more.

“If you push yourself too hard, you’re asking for trouble to find you,” his breath hit your face as he spoke, “You’re tired. We can resume later, I’ll find you.”

With that, Mysterion ducked away, his cape following after. As you went to say one more thing, a need to get the very last word in even if he did catch you off guard, you were met with an empty space. Huffing, you made your way home, warm bed sheets calling your name.

_____

Kenny was confused.

He had planned on talking to you, yes. He had planned on being gentle at first, before really grilling you about the dangers of what you were doing. He was prepared to say whatever he needed to if it got you to cease your solo operations.

So why did he invite you to work with him?

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was the goofy flirt to all his friends, but the second that uniform was on his body that melted away and all that was left was Mysterion. All that was left was his will to protect. To sacrifice. He didn’t do partnerships, especially not with strangers playing dress up. What was it about you?

“Kinny, what the fuck are you doing?” Cartman stomped down the stairs, his heavy steps making the structure underneath creak.

“Nothing, just…trying to enjoy a day off I guess.” Days off for the blond came few and far between. From the time he was 14 Kenny had worked his ass off, starting with odd neighborhood jobs, shitty fast food restaurants, and eventually moving into whatever allowed him his time to work at night. He worked most days, only allowing himself a day off a week to fully relax and reset.

It wasn’t a good system, something Kyle constantly nagged him about, but he was used to it. He was used to a lot of things, like his damnation.

As he sprouted into adulthood, Kenny got better at avoiding the icy grip of death. But inevitably, as it always did, it would come for him, its embrace more like a constrictor as it dragged him down. He hated it. He hated feeling the pain and not having an actual release. He hated that he always came back time and time again, no one remembering the anguish they had expressed the day before as they witnessed his body breaking in front of their eyes. It was always as though he had been through nothing at all. That he was nothing.

It was enough to drive him into madness, but he wouldn't let it.

That’s why Kenny did this. That’s why he worked tirelessly to make his home a safer place because then at the very least his curse could do some good. It did good for Karen and Kevin, his friends and their families, and even the strangers he knew nothing about but felt an obligation towards.

“Wanna come with me to grab some grub? Kyle forgot my cheesy poofs again, fuckin-”

“Let’s go!” Hopping up, Kenny grabbed the boy’s arm and steered him to the door. A distraction sounded real nice right about now, and he wasn’t going to waste that time with Cartman’s bitching about their friends for the millionth time.

_____

It had been a few weeks since you began working with Mysterion, and it was driving you crazy.

The man gave absolutely nothing away to you, he was like a brick wall. You attempted small talk, after all if you were going to work with the guy you should be able to converse, right? You only received short, vague answers. At the very least you were learning a lot about the lay of the land, from places to survey the town to setting small traps for the usual suspects.

Watching Mysterion move and work was, while you hated to admit it, attractive. He was strong and capable, and you had to practically keep your eyes in your head from how hard you stared at him one night while he took down a rather large crook. You found yourself constantly wanting to know more about him, but every evening he’d dismiss you the same way, telling you to get a good night’s rest and that he’d find you later.

If only you knew he was dealing with his own conflicting feelings. As Kenny watched you grow and learn he felt a sense of pride. You were far stronger than he expected, and even with as much as you talked he found you endearing. More than once he had to remind himself not to get too close, no matter how much he itched to lift that mask of yours. He knew things were never going to work out for him, as every night he dismissed you the dread that something bad was to happen filled his insides, black and bitter in his soul.

A good night’s rest was easier said than done. Today was…anything but good. No amount of sleep could help you out of the hole you had dug yourself into and even if you were to fall into a coma you wouldn’t be able to claw yourself out of it.

Despite actually getting more than a couple hours of shut eye, you still found yourself slogging through work, your arms feeling heavy with every item you scanned. It didn’t help that the usual facade you put on had completely slipped, making one particular rude man offer his unwanted suggestion of a ‘nice pretty smile.’ Utter bullshit.

Even a nap after your shift didn’t help, but that didn’t matter to you. You had business.

“How serious are you about this?” Mysterion’s voice was gruffer than normal, a strain to it that you weren’t expecting. His eyes were intense as they peered at you from behind his mask, hood casting ominous shadow on the rest of his face.

“Why are you asking me that?” You quirked an eyebrow. You thought all the work you had done would prove that you weren’t just messing around here, and the idea that he still just saw you as some kid was starting to piss you off. “I’ll have you know I have done a lot for this town so far you can stick whatever you’re thinking up your-”

“I know what you’ve done, X,” you froze at the name, allowing the hero to keep speaking, “I know the good you’ve done, I’ve seen first hand how hard you work. But what I have planned tonight isn’t just capturing some guy and leaving him for the police. These men are trained to kill.”

You felt your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“I know no matter what I tell you, you’re going to go after them,” shaking his head, Mysterion came forward, placing both hands upon your shoulders. The weight was anything but comforting. “When we go in there, I need you to do something for me. Do not be a hero. If things fall apart, you get out of there as quickly as possible.”

“What about you?”

“You don’t worry about me. I’ll have my own way out.”

Mysterion caught you up on his plan as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop. By his calculations, Geene would be at his most vulnerable after 1am, just as his lookouts changed shifts. It was a short window to get in, but that was to be the easy part of all of this.

The proof needed to blow things out into the open resided in the big boss’ office, which was kept locked tight. To get to that office meant traversing through two floors of the building without being spotted. If they were, it was going to be a hell of a fight, and Geene’s men were known to play dirty.

You both watched dutifully from the building across the way, silence between the two of you. It wasn’t helping your nerves about the whole ordeal, especially when a yawn broke out from your lips, Mysterion shooting a look at you.

“Sorry, long day at work. I’m fine.” You said quickly. It wouldn’t do to be dismissed before things actually started.

“...You have a day job, should’ve known,” a chuckle from the hero startled you, your eyes wide in surprise. “Makes sense with how tired you are most days.”

“You try dealing with people all day,” chuckling with him a warm feeling filled you, “I actually had a man tell me to fucking smile today.”

“Asshole. At least doing this I doubt any mugger would say that sort of thing to you.”

“I don’t know…I don’t much prefer being called a dumb bitch but it’s part of the job I suppose,” eyes crinkling you took in the man next to you. It was strange how many details escaped your notice before, the light slope of his nose, the pretty pink of his mouth, even the light scar running past his chin.

Without that scowl he actually looked pretty cute, not that he wasn’t before just now…he seemed softer.

“Think we’ve ever run into each other outside of this?” You joked, but in the back part of your mind you were actually curious. You saw most of the town every week, surely the two of you would've come face to face at some point. Mysterion thought about it for a minute, his head tilted.

“Probably, I tend to talk to pretty people when I’m not wearing a mask.”

That caught your attention. In the time that you started working with him, he’d stayed professional, cold even. Why tonight was he not only warming up to you…but flirting?

Kenny was already cursing himself mentally. He was running off fumes as well, and while his body was trained to deal with that his mind apparently was not, letting him run his mouth. Thankfully, he was saved from having to explain himself as he spotted the two thugs they had been watching begin to leave. It was go time.

_____

You weren’t sure what happened. After entering the first floor everything was a walk in the park, eerily so. That should’ve tipped you both that something was coming. Later you would consider that one of the people you and Mysterion hunted down may have talked, blabbed to Geene and his men, but at the moment all you could feel was panic.

The second floor opened to you in a blaze of gunfire.

Mysterion was quick to pull you behind a half wall, his body taught as his mind flew through possible scenarios. Your gaze was pulled away from his face to the bullet hole in his arm, bright red blood staining the fabric of his suit.

“What the fuck is happening?” You couldn’t hear your voice through the blood rushing in your ears, the pumping of your heart a fast paced drum.

“They knew we were coming,” eyes darting around, he brought you up to your feet and prepared to run, “we need to get you out of here!”

This floor of the building was filled with cubicles and small offices, perfect as Mysterion worked to avoid the eyes of their attackers. Footsteps were heard all around them, shouts to find them and get rid of them from one booming voice above all. One Mysterion knew well. Bastard.

Coming around one corner office, the both of you were met with a muscular man, his hair plastered across his face. Instinctively you got ready to fight, the familiar adrenaline filling your body. Mysterion shot you a warning look, putting himself in front of you to deal with the newcomer. Before you could protest, another man came into view, this one with total focus on you.

You’ve tussled with this one before, the nickname of ‘fathead’ coming to mind as you rolled your shoulders back. He had weight and strength behind him, but you had learned how to use that to your advantage. Though your body was beginning to feel fatigued, you were able to easily dodge and weave clumsy blows. Grabbing one arm and pulling it further past your head, his balance overturned, just as you wanted. Throwing a quick hit to the back of his head, you knew you won this match, however you weren’t able to feel victorious for long.

You didn’t notice the knife coming at you.

Your eyes only caught the small glint of metal when a body blocked your view. With a grunt, he worked fast, trading punches with the other guy until he had finally rendered him unconscious. With those three down, it looked like you both were free to go, the general commotion going on from Geene’s men masking your location.

“Come on! We had one lucky break, we might not get another!” You tried to tug on Mysterion’s arm, only to be met with an unmoving wall. “What are you doing? Let’s go!”

As she shifted you saw it, the handle of the knife. Plunged into his chest, the hero was slightly hunched, his expression pained. You rushed forward as he fell to the ground, his labored breathing hitting your ears as you laid him down.

“We can get you out of here, get you some help, but you gotta come with…”

“Don’t worry about me, you need to get out before they realize where we are-”

“I’m not leaving you here, goddammit!” Wet spots appeared on his face, tears you hadn’t realized were shed. Mysterion gave a small smile, one filled with sorrow and knowing.

He knew what was coming for him, but you didn't.

Grabbing his face in your hands you brought your lips down to his, the salt from your tears mingled in with heartbreak. Shaky hands cradled your face, gently and calmly, as though the man they belonged to wasn’t dying on the floor in front of you. Pulling back you saw that his eyes, that wonderful shade of purple that held you captivated with every glance, began to dull.

“Go.”

It wasn’t until you got home that evening, bruised and scratched, that you realized you still had his blood on your hands. By morning you still didn’t feel clean.

_____

Kenny felt like the entire world had beat the absolute shit out of him.

Waking up after his deaths always felt like this, but with the addition of you it felt somehow worse. You didn’t know he couldn’t really die and as he watched your anguish he desperately wished you did. For him this was just another setback. For you? He was worried.

His body never came back 100%, always sore and broken for a few days before he could once again throw himself into action.

He felt a pit in his stomach at the thought of meeting up with you again.

Today however, Stan convinced him to get out of the house, something about walking and fresh air helping him heal faster. The grocery store was fairly empty for a weekday morning, only a few of the town’s elderly residents out and about. A perfect day to just cruise the aisles, Kenny thought.

At the checkout lane he grabbed his usual pack of gum, throwing it onto the belt without looking up. As Stan counted the bills his eyes lazily scanned the magazine racks, when a gasp brought him to attention.

Ah, the cute girl at checkout. He had seen her quite a few times, tried to flirt which seemed to just fluster her to his delight. But now she looked horrified, and at him nonetheless.

“Miss? Are you alright?” Stan kept looking between the two of them, concern growing in his gaze.

Stepping from behind the register, she came closer causing Kenny to back up slightly. He wasn’t sure he liked how intently the girl was staring at him, but something kept his feet rooted in place. A small hand came up, a ghostly touch along his chin.

“It's…you…but it can’t be. You died.” With those words he felt the floor drop beneath his feet.

The shake of your voice, the softness of your cheeks, the feeling behind your eyes…it was you. It had to be. Explanations danced along the tip of his tongue, never taking the leap to be heard. At his silence you found wetness at the corners of your eyes, and without another look back you sped off, leaving two confused heroes in your wake.

_____

He found you where he thought he would, the rooftop across from where it all happened.

You sat with knees to your chest, as though it would provide some protection to your already shattered soul. You watched him die, you saw the life that filled his body leave his eyes. It couldn’t have been him. You’d feel embarrassed at the scene you caused if everything else already didn’t feel so much worse.

“Glad to see you didn’t hang your cape up.”

Behind you stood the one man that had been haunting you for days. The images of blood and his limp body were constant, and yet here he was as good as new.

You didn’t say a word as you moved towards him, only stopping when you were close enough to feel his breath on your face. You felt his hand shoot up to your wrist while your fingers played with the edge of his mask, but he didn’t stop you.

The face that stared back was familiar, just as you thought it would be. Kenny’s violet eyes were gentle, taking in every little indication of what you might be feeling.

“It was the scar…that’s what got me at first. But when I saw your eyes again I knew it was you” with tears springing forth you launched yourself at him, arms locking around his slender neck. “I thought it was all my fault.”

“What do you mean your fault-”

“I was exhausted…you said to keep vigilant and I should've noticed him coming and then you-”

“It was going to happen at some point.” Feeling you shake in his arms he tightened his hold, “These things happen, and at the end of the day you got away safe. That’s what I wanted.”

“You died.”

“I did. Call it a curse.” Pushing back you looked at him with frustration.

“I wouldn’t call having you come back a curse, you asshole!” Kenny could almost laugh at how you sounded, but the bite of his own bitterness came first.

“I died more times than I can count, in every single possible way. I’ve felt every kind of pain there is to feel,” tension building, Kenny felt himself vomiting out everything he couldn’t say out loud before. “I have had to watch everyone I care about grieve. I have had to watch how my death traumatized them again and again and again. And every morning, they forget. But I don’t.

“It’s been a lifetime of dealing with that. And I could live with it. But having that same thing happen with you? I can’t-”

“I remembered.” With that Kenny's mouth snapped shut. You did remember, didn’t you? “So I would prefer if you didn’t call the fact that I have you back a fucking curse.”

Mouths crashed together as Kenny pulled you back in, desperation pouring out of him in droves. A piece of the puzzle that was his entire being seemed to click in place in that exact moment, and like hell was to let that go. For once he felt seen and whole.

Coming up for air, you took the chance to pull off your own mask. It wasn’t a surprise to know what you looked like, but something about doing this here and now solidified a trust between you. You were a team.

“We do have a lot of work to do if I’m going to keep you from dying again.” With a laugh, Kenny brought you close once more.

“At least you know I’ll be coming back for you from now on.”

#kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mccormick x you #kenny mccormick x reader #mysterion x reader #mysterion x y/n #mysterion x you #south park fanfiction #south park x you #south park x reader #south park x y/n #my brain is being mean about this #but i know how hard i worked on it #so i love it #thats what matters

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hijackalx · 1 year ago

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MALE BG3 COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

A/N: i limited myself to just 5 per companion otherwise this would get wayyyy too long lol but if u guys want pt. 2 let me know 💗

ASTARION

CORRUPTION

ok this is mostly because he has more than one instance in the game where he mentions virgins lol. i think he would totally get off on "corrupting" someone inexperienced and sweet, like i can see him loving the idea of teaching u or showing u new things. will poke fun at how innocent u are and the whole time he's ROCK fucking hard 😭😭

BRAT TAMING

this man loves to play games. he likes people who have nerve but mostly because it feels so good to put them in their place. the act of MAKING u obey is so hot to him and soooo fun (he’s also into how it humiliates u by making u submit)

AGE DIFFERENCE

NOW LISTEN !!! LISTEN he is OLD !!!! as FUCK !!! he's been alive a longggg time. i think it probably turns him on to be more experienced than u not only in bed but in general. ok i will come clean i'm thinking of the conversation he has with wyll about the word "agog". like secretly he probably loves that ur so young and dumb 💗 (even if ur not actually young, just young in comparison to him) he feels some kind of superiority when he bestows his old man wisdom upon u ⚡️🧙‍♂️ also it prolly adds some "forbidden" or "taboo" feeling to the sex that he likes 🤫

BONDAGE

the fact that u trust him enough to do something like this is so hot. he likes to watch u struggle against the restraints while he teases or overstimulates u. probably the type to use silk or fluffy handcuffs lol. afterwards he’ll kiss any bruises/marks left behind (the best part)

DACRYPHILIA

I ALWAYS SAY THIS IM SORRY but since he has that sadistic side i genuinely think he's into seeing u cry. the sounds/faces u make and seeing u reduced to such a vulnerable state. will try to overstimulate u to the point of tears so he can wipe them off ur face and make u clean them from his fingers hehe 💗

GALE

TEMPERATURE PLAY

OF COURSE this mf is using magic for this. he'll get pretty creative with it too— ooh wait bondage using ICE restraints??? yes ??? no ??? can he do that ??? anyway. he will tease a lot by switching between hot and cold, mostly because he loves watching how u react. likes if u use it on him too but not as much as he likes using it on u.

EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM

i think he’s the type of dude to want to watch u touch yourself. and vice versa. will also want to jerk off while watching clone!gale fuck u. he’ll want to fuck in places where u guys might get caught too, mostly because he wants to show u off and make other people envious

SEX TOYS

^^ like i said before he’ll want to watch u use toys on urself, also might like it if u let him tell u how to use it. he’ll use some too, but usually only if u want to watch him use it on himself (or if u use them on each other obv). he doesn’t really use them much alone. the exhibition part is what’s most exciting to him

FACESITTING

probably one of his favorite positions honestly. he just really likes to eat u out and he’s soooo good at it. loves the feeling of ur weight on his body and how u grind against his face. it also gives him lots of access to ur thighs so he can squeeze and kiss them 💗💗

CLONING

i already mentioned how he’ll watch clone!gale fuck u. but he will also want to tag team/double team u with clone!gale 😭😭. can he do clones of other people? if he can he might also like making a clone of u too. that would be the craziest foursome ever holy shit LMAOO imagine getting fucked by URSELF (he would be so into watching that honestly that’s a gale top 3 fantasy moment)

WYLL

BREEDING

i think he wants to have so many babies. and to stuff u full of babies. filling u up with his cum is so hot to him and he will go multiple rounds just to really get it in there LMAO also really likes the way his cum looks when it’s leaking out of u 💗

PRAISE

he loves to give AND receive praise. he will tell u how ur doing so good for him and how beautiful u look. BUT he also wants u to tell him how good he’s making u feel and how handsome he is (he’ll lowkey get kind of insecure if ur too quiet, he really feeds off of how u respond) he also likes praise in the form of noises too if ur too shy to say anything lol

ROLEPLAY

i think he would he into roleplaying a little bit. particularly him being a knight and u being his prince/princess. will want u to dress the part and everything. he really gets off seeing u in the regal get up— i don’t think he would go too overboard with the knight thing though (like putting on an entire steel knight outfit 😭😭 that would take too long to get off. he’d combust) but he’ll prolly put on a little chainmail or something if u want.

CLOTHED SEX

yeah he’s going to want to fuck u with the princess/prince fit ON. but also i think he’d really be into dry humping tbh��.. like if he’s saving himself until marriage then i don’t think he sees dry humping as real sex so it’s okay ooohh that’s so naughty wyll 😈😈 probably loves to watch u get off on his thigh through ur clothes

SENSORY DEPRIVATION

THIS…… might be far fetched…… but i feel like he’d be into this. like blindfolding (yes he’d let u blindfold him too), wearing gloves when u touch each other and etc….. wait the gloves is actually so hot though like leather gloves? imagine he blindfolds u and then touches u with the gloves on…. ooh baby

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #gale dekarios #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #gale bg3 #wyll bg3 #my headcanons

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tricitymonsters · 5 days ago

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Seriously thank you so much for making what has been for me a safe environment for D/s roleplay. As much fun as it seems, actually being submissive to another person is just too vulnerable for me right now but it being part of the game just lets me enjoy it without any fear. And Amir is just fucking hot.

Would love to know how any of the guys, especially Amir, would help ease a nervous MC into being a sub, and what any aftercare fluff would be like.

OH yeah I totally get that!! For me, fictional spaces have always been a more comfortable way to explore kink cause I can really throw feelers out there and experiment in a way I'm not typically comfortable with (at least fully) irl.

Amir is very much a vehicle for this to me. I think he'd probably be an amazing dom to a newbie sub or someone looking for a new flavor because 1) he's very very experienced and 2) he knows and respects what rules will facilitate the most productive convos.

Specifically, I think Amir would probably lay out his idea for a scene in steps for a nervous new sub. List out what tone he wants to create, what words he wants to use (pet names/dirty talk/insults), what toys in what order, how restraints or punishments might come into play, etc. This could be done sexily, but I think at first he'd be more businesslike about it- for no,w his goal is to inform, arousal can come later. This is also him opening the floor for input- if being called a bitch is off the table, this is where he'd make note of it. If you don't want to be touched in xyz way or referred to in x way or can't stand the feel of handcuffs but would be okay with rope or leather, he'd be taking all that into account. Then I think he'd stick to the game plan real hard once you got going. Of course, he'd have a safety system in place, probably a color one, cause it's easier to describe your status on a spectrum than just having a red light/safe word, at least in the beginning. He'd definitely take his time and check in a lot to make sure you're doing okay and not make any major changes to the game plan on the fly. (Improv is an advanced session). Aftercarewise, I can see him putting you in the tub to wash your hair for you (he loves to preen) or cuddling up with a nice glass of wine and a little reading or television (if you partake).

MOST of the other guys are a lot sloppier but of course they're not professionals. However they all have their own little ways of being plugged into your needs.

Mori can't roleplay a "dom" but he can get grabby and feral. I can see him being generally really in tune with your mood, and he'd be able to read your comfort fairly accurately. It helps that he wants reciprocation VERY bad, so if you hesitate or pull away, he can see that something's not sitting right. Aftercare is him lying flat on top of you, trying to absorb you into him. Possibly blunts if you partake.

Akello's sex skills are all based on experience and a lot of casual sex before he was married. He's not sure what the formal rules of D/s are, but he's intuitive and attentive in the bedroom and- like Mori- is good at reading you for hesitation or discomfort. UNLIKE Mori, Akello also has pretty good communication skills, so getting to the root of any issues shouldn't be hard at all. PLUS he knows the basics, so safe words, plenty of check-ins, and lots of aftercare (LOTS of cuddling and probably falling asleep together.)

#thank you for asking!#amir #mori #akello

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paranoiastudio · 5 months ago

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Three's a crowd

pairing: Geto x f!reader x Gojo

warnings: +18 smut, threesome, p in v, oral, anal

word count: 1,7k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

- I bet that's a lie. You're probably a virgin.

- Fuck you, Satoru. - You put the bottle on the table, it seems like you've had enough booze for today. - First of all, it's none of your business. Second, fuck off again. And third, you're wrong. I can fuck you both, okay?

- Ooh, ready to take on the challenge? - Your friend winks at you and glances at Geto, who hasn't been particularly active in the conversation.

- Stop it... - You feel Suguru's leg pressed against yours, he's so warm even through your clothes.

- You're boring. - The white-haired man chuckles and gets up from the table. - I'm going to the bathroom.

You were sitting in Geto's room, drinking and just chilling out. The atmosphere has been pretty tense lately, everyone at the technical school is kind of on edge.

- Don't pay attention to him. - Geto smiles and you are ready to drown in his eyes. - He is just teasing.

- I know. And I... don't mind. - You take your friend's hand in yours and gently squeeze it, caressing the thin skin and stroking the veins that appear in thin stripes.

- Don't start something you can't finish, darling. - Suguru is closer. - I'm not ready to give up on you.

- And don't. - You yourself reach for a kiss, clasping the guy by the neck and pulling him closer, as if afraid that he will evaporate if you don't hold him tightly enough.

Suguru slightly opens his mouth, letting your tongue in and waits a couple of seconds, as if giving you the opportunity to retreat. But you kiss him with renewed vigor and now he responds to you.

- The uniform suits you. - Suguru strokes your back and hips, nimble fingers already lifting the uniform skirt and sliding to the underwear. - You are so cute in it.

- I'm not cute.

- You have no idea how much. - Suguru leaves a kiss on your nose and looks at where you've been burning up all evening. - Are you feel so hard, huh?

He looks at your hips, you squeeze them so hard, looking for at least some friction, your knees are shaking. Geto touches you lightly and spreads your legs apart, subduing you like an experienced trainer.

- Such a cute little thing. - The mage bites his lip, watching you, so flushed and out of breath.

- Surugu... - It sounds pathetic, you desperately search for his hand, lifting your hips so that he can finally touch you.

Geto pushes your white panties (of course they are white panties with lace) aside and looks appraisingly at your slippery cunt.

- Come here. - He lies down on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle yourself on his strong chest, one hand buried in the soft dark hair of the mage, and the other pulling down his underwear. - Show me how much you want...

You feel a dull ache in your crotch, your pussy clenching around the emptiness and wanting to be filled. Having settled yourself more comfortably, you begin to move, the fabric of Geto's pants touching your clit and you moan from this feeling.

At the beginning of the evening, you would not have thought that you would be fucking yourself on your best friend's thigh.

- Guys, I was gone for five minutes. - Satoru's laughing voice makes you freeze. - Should I leave?

- Sweetheart? - Geto, always such a gentleman, looks at you and gently touches your hair.

- Stay. - You lift your skirt, exposing your buttocks. - But for now, stand aside, baby.

Satoru laughs and sits down opposite, looking at you greedily. Feeling bold from your and their excitement, you unbutton Geto's pants and help him undress completely; you're wear with only a skirt that so beautifully emphasizes your hips.

You lay Geto on his back again and rub against him again, capturing his cock with your wet and slippery cunt. It is already painfully hard and slides between your folds, but does not penetrate inside.

Geto slightly tosses you up, continuing this game, his gaze slides to Satoru, who is already actively jerking off, lounging in a chair.

- Then you need to prepare you better, darling. - Geto switches your places and now you are lying on your back, covering your breasts with your hands.

- You are so big...

Satoru suddenly gets up and appears closer. You look into his eyes, as if giving silent consent to his actions. Word spreads fast, you know that Gojo is known as a big fan of oral sex.

Geto silently gives him his place and sits down next to you, your breasts end up in his hands and you meow, feeling those calloused fingers on your nipples.

You settle down on the pillows and lift your ass, almost hitting your pussy on Gojo's face, who licks his lips with a greedy look and picks you up under the hips.

- Damn! - You bite Geto's lower lip, intoxicated by Satoru's kiss, who takes a wild pace from the very beginning, penetrating you with his tongue. His nose noticeably rubs against your clit and you almost squeeze this talented mage between your thighs.

- So don't get distracted, I want to see her cum on your tongue. - Suguru bites your neck, you squeeze him at the base and move your hand, smearing the lubricant on his cock.

- The most delicious pussy I've ever had. - Gojo smiles, his mouth and chin glistening from your arousal. - Once won't be enough for me.

Gojo doesn't say anything, he just dives down again, and this time you feel his fingers too, two long phalanges at once penetrating inside and stretching you, preparing for more.

Suguru's grip on his hand tightens, you feel a familiar lump of pleasure inside you. It's so easy to lose your head, feeling the caresses of four hands at once: Geto still playing with your breasts, rubbing your hard nipples between his fingers, Gojo licking you as if his life depended on it.

- P-please... I... - You feel Satoru's fingers bending and moving with greater speed.

- I feel you, baby. Damn, she's squeezing me so hard. - You hear it as if from under the water, crumbling in orgasm around the mage's fingers.

- Everything okay? - Suguru brushes the hair from your face and smiles. - I want to be inside you so badly, baby.

- Yes, please. - You're ready to drool, your eyes rolling back on their own. - I want it so badly...

- Can I...? - You understand Geto without words, you once discussed this, but neither of you thought that you would do it together. - Gojo, sit down on the couch.

Satoru lets go of your hips and plops down on his friend's seat, pulling you onto his lap. You sit down, holding your skirt, giving Geto access to your ass.

Gojo is an impatient boy, he fidgets and lifts his hips, wanting to be inside and you yourself sit on his cock, leaning back on Suguru's broad chest.

- You take it so well, baby. - Geto kneads your shoulders, kisses the top of your head. - Can you take me too?

- Yes, yes, I can... - You whine when Satoru's cock is completely inside. - Fuck me, Surugu, please.

Gojo places his hand on your breast, his large palms fitting perfectly. You push your hair back from your forehead, expecting to see his mocking gaze, but Satoru looks dead serious, his bright blue eyes darkened with lust; snide comments were the last thing on his mind right now.

But all thoughts are thrown into the background when his lubed finger stretches the tight ring of muscle. Leaning against Gojo's chest, you take the finger deeper with ease, and Suguru swears he'll do this forever, as long as you keep making those sweet sounds.

- Tell me if something goes wrong. - You feel Getou's touch, the lube cooling your skin. Was it always there? Was he planning this?

It seemed like you all lost track of time. You tried not to move, warming Satoru's cock inside you and taking three of Suguru's fingers already. And only when you yourself began to move towards him, Geto realized that you were ready.

More lube pours onto your ass and you whine, wanting to finally feel both of them. And Geto doesn't make you wait, his cock, also covered in lube, penetrates inside, he moves slowly, you feel every part of it.

- Oh shit, can you feel it? - Gojo throws his head up and you don't know who exactly he is talking to. In any case, you felt two cocks rubbing inside, only the partition of your body between them.

Never in your life have you been so full as now. Their hands and cocks reached where you couldn't penetrate yourself, stretching and sliding so deliciously that you wanted to cry.

- I'm holding you, my brave girl. - Suguru enters you up to the balls and nods to Satoru, setting the rhythm for all of you.

Right now you are fucking your best friends and classmates, they both want you and the way you flow from them only spurs them on not to stop.

- You would like to cum on two cocks at once, right, baby? - Gojo touches your clit with his thumb and rubs it vigorously, making you literally jump from the feelings.

- Slutty little thing. - Geto's hot whisper spurs you on. - Next time I will fuck your greedy cunt so hard that you will not recognize anyone but me.

This jealous note in this situation sounded even hotter than it could have. You scream loudly and squeeze painfully, cumming. The moans of the guys prolong your orgasm and two pairs of hands hold your tired body from falling.

- I want to fill this pussy, please, baby, let me... - Gojo looks into your eyes, he was so sincere in his request that you could not refuse him and his warm sperm floods your insides.

Geto breathes heavily behind you, his strong fingers leave red marks on the skin of your thighs and you twist your pelvis, changing the angle of his already perfect penetration.

- Baby. - He rests his forehead on the top of your head and cums, watching as a white ring forms around his penis. He twitches inside you a few more times and only after a couple of minutes the magicians lay you on your back.

- I need to shower too. Let's go together? - Gojo smiles, squeezing your thigh.

- Take you to the shower? - Geto gently strokes your stomach.

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sabookey · 2 months ago

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⭐How to Title Your Written Works⭐

I know a lot of people really struggle with titles to the point of frustration. You've put in all the work just to write the story already, and now you have to come up with a title too? Agonizing!

If you've never done it before, you might not know where to start at all. Even for experienced writers, trying to land on a title that is eye-catching and original can feel like trying to find the only perfect cherry in an orchard to stick on top of your sundae. Meanwhile, it's busy melting. I know it's tempting to just grab whatever cherry is nearest, but I promise you, there are plenty of cherries.

There are so many different methods to figure out a title that works for your piece. Personally I really enjoy working out fun titles, so I figured I'd talk some about how I think about them, and a few of the methods I use for my own works. [Long post below the cut!]

⭐Advice the First: Don't worry about your title too much when you're first starting your story.

Every time I have ever picked out a title ahead of actually writing a story, that title ends up getting scrapped. Often they have little or nothing to do with the completed project. It's fine to have a placeholder title, of course, but in my experience, they rarely stick. This is because, as you write, your story will usually change and develop into something more than your initial idea encompassed. And in my case, often the title chosen ahead of time is vague or clichéd.

⭐Advice the Second: The reasons why finding a title is so hard in the first place can actually be useful as a guideline for what your title needs to do.

The title of your piece is, often, the first thing your potential readers will see. That's a lot of pressure. Your title ideally should: ~ catch readers' attention and hold it ~ sound good and be read easily ~ represent the whole essence of your story in just a few words

That last point in particular is a scary one on the surface! But I promise you, that point is actually the key to figuring out what your title needs to be. (We'll come back to representing the essence later!)

⭐Advice the Third: Don't overthink it!

I promise you the title is actually pretty low on the list of things that will matter to your readers. It's absolutely okay if your title doesn't do all — or any — of the things I listed above. The only reason that list is there is because we're talking about nuts and bolts here - your readers don't have a checklist for The Perfect Title. If you don't hit on those points, it won't stop them from reading your story. That list — like your title — is a TOOL, not the art we are creating with it.

As writers, we often obsess over our word choices so carefully. We know that words have meaning, and articulating our ideas clearly is tricky. But let me ask you — because I know you're a reader/watcher/listener as well as a writer — has a crappy or nonsense title ever actually stopped you from falling in love with a story?

⭐Advice the Fourth: Titles have conventions and trends just like genres and eras — these can be great tools! I'm sure a lot of us have noticed the long-running trend in Romantasy where every book is titled something like "A Castle of Ice and Shame" etc etc. While that style of title had been used before, Sarah J. Maas' A Court of Thorns and Roses series triggered an explosion in popularity for that particular style of title. Publishers will push other authors with books in the same vein to use similar titles as a way of signposting - if you liked ACOTAR, you will probably like this book too!

Romantasy isn't the only one that relies on title trends as a marketing ploy. Thrillers and crime fiction will use vocabulary that evokes an ominous feeling to suggest paranoia, tension, and stress (made up examples: "Unknown Caller," "The Stranger," "The Liar's Game"). Horror book titles might also use eerie, foreboding language, or use warnings against actions that will, of course, invite the horrors (made up examples: "Don't Look Under the Bed," "The Creepers"). On the other hand, a lot of literary fiction uses the protagonists name, or an epithet for them or another prominent character or location, to tell you who this book is going to be about (made up examples: "Annemarie," "The Stepfathers," "The Little Rock Library").

In fanfiction, meanwhile, you'll often see song lyrics or quotes from the source material used as titles. Readers that are familiar with the song being borrowed or the scenes/dialogue referenced can get a general idea of things like canonpoint, characters & dynamics involved, and emotional tone of the fic. Other trends I've noticed still lean highly poetic — for example, using all lower case, having a portion of the title in parentheses, and emotional metaphors.

Title trends & conventions may seem boring or safe, but they can be a super useful tool. It's a marketing thing, mostly; if you follow the trend of other books or stories in your genre/niche, then readers can look at the title alone and say ah, I see, this story will be like that other story I loved.

⭐How to actually come up with the words⭐

Step one, just write your story. Trust me, just get your piece written first. Sometimes, just via the process of writing and turning the words of your story around in your head like a microwave, you might land on the perfect title.

Okay, you have your story. Now you need a title.

⭐Option 1 - Themes, and the Thesis Statement Method This is where we're getting into the aforementioned "essence" of your story. If you've ever written an essay for school, you've probably talked about the thesis statement. That is, a single sentence that sums up the argument you are trying to make in your paper. If you were going to tell someone about your piece, the thesis statement would tell them what it's about and where you stand on its topic in one sentence.

In a way, figuring out a title can be kind of like figuring out your thesis statement, except that you get to be more poetic with it. Consider the following (write the answers out if you want to): ~What kind of story is it? ~What are the major themes in your work? ~What is the Big Point of your story?

Maybe it's about a character learning to admit they were wrong. Maybe it's two characters finding love again after loss. Maybe it's a adventurous quest to steal the Declaration of Independence.

Once you have boiled those questions down to find the Core(TM) of your story, start playing with language related to that core.

Don't overthink it. It could be as simple as stating it: "Learning to Admit that You were Wrong" or "Finding Love Again".

Or maybe, you want to get a little more flowery. Just calling it "Stealing the Declaration of Independence" makes it sound like a news article.... but what about "National Treasure"? .

But maybe the thesis statement style isn't for you. And maybe you're not into the title trends or conventions mentioned earlier. So, what else can we do?

⭐Option 2 - Quote Yourself Of course, the biggest source of quotable material relevant to your story is... your story itself!

When I'm writing, sometimes I'll write a sentence or a turn of phrase that just feels more elevated and poignant. More in tune with the theme, or the style I'm pursuing. I love metaphors and flowery, colorful language. I like packing symbolism and double-meaning and subtext into descriptions and set dressing. And sometimes, I can get great titles out of this.

My favorite creative writing teacher spoke to us once about the concept of "the world in a small thing," in which you might be writing about a tiny detail or moment, but metaphorically be speaking about something much bigger. I use this a lot in my writing, and very often my favorites become candidates for the piece's title.

Metaphors make for wonderful titles. A good metaphor will have an elegance and an efficiency to it. It's about communicating a complex idea with simple, graceful language. That's what your title is trying to do as well. When someone is reading a book with a metaphor title, there should be a moment at some point where they stop and look at the title again and go "Ohhhhh I get it now!" That can be very satisfying for the reader. It certainly is to me when writing it.

I often find, especially for short stories and fanfiction, that I also love mining the dialogue in a piece for gems. Dialogue is one of my favorite components of a good story. Quite often you'll find really poignant statements on the characters' desires, beliefs, and hurts. Dialogue can offer economy of language with the intent to communicate important themes, as well as language choice that is personalized and specific to the speaking character. Those can also valuable qualities for your title.

⭐Option 3 - Quote Something Larger from the Pre-Existing Canon

I talked about this some in the more general advice already, but you could also borrow from pre-existing phrases — poems, proverbs, clichés, quotations from classics or famous people. (With the caveat that you need to be careful about copyrights with modern music & writings).

You can always borrow from anything in the public domain. With your theme in mind, maybe there's a cliche or proverb (ex: Leading a Horse to Water) that your work explores. Or maybe there's a line from an older story, poem, movie, or a song that evokes the emotional response you want — a literary parallel you want people to make, a connection you want to draw.

When it's a line that is part of the popular lexicon, often readers can generally be assumed to be familiar with it. Connecting a pre-existing idea to your story can tell readers about the story, but it can also mean that you are drawing new context or meaning into the original quotation in a way that makes people think.

⭐Option 4 - Follow Genre Title Conventions

Again, I already discussed this above in the general advice, but this is a perfectly acceptable way to title your piece. Look up examples from other books or stories in your genre to see what the current and past trends have been.

Then — and this is the important part — think about the things in your story that particularly stand out. What niche within the genre are you filling? What specific notes do you want to mention up front? What vibe are you trying to evoke? The tone, the aesthetics, the mood? Thinking about these things will help you with the specific vocabulary you want to use.

Compare, for example, these made-up romantasy titles: "A Castle of Ice and Shame" vs. "The Forest of Flowers and Secrets." Even within this very specific title trope, you can glean at least a little of the vibe.

⭐Option 5 - Deliberately Ignoring Genre Title Conventions

Maybe you're writing for one particular genre, but you hate the title conventions for that genre. I get it. I know, for example, that the romantasy title trend is starting to garner more criticism (which I'm not going to get into here). There is absolutely no rule that says you MUST follow those conventions. If you can't stand it, don't use it!

In fact, there's no reason that you can't use the convention from one genre for an entirely different genre — just be aware that when you borrow framing from one thing that it can be misleading. Maybe you write your thriller and decide call it "A Castle of Ice and Shame." Your romance could be "Unknown Caller." Only you will know what combination of words will perfectly suit your story!

But the entire rhetoric behind genre tropes and conventions is that these are familiar signposts, themes, plot beats, characters, and ideas that particular groups of stories utilize and discuss — that's what genre is. Part of that discussion can and does involve circumventing expectations. Just remember that if you flip the script around enough times, there will be a point where the story you try to frame as a romance... stops being a romance and becomes something else with a romantic subplot. But that's for another post.

⭐In Closing⭐

In this particular discussion, again, I will reiterate that the title is a factor with relatively low weight in the greater context of your story. Being aware of the expectations and inferences readers will attach to the choices you make is what's important, rather than blindly following them all to a T.

These are hardly the only methods you can use of course, but these are the ones I use the most consistently when I'm making up a title for a piece. I hope you'll find this guide useful, and that titling your next piece will be more fun than trouble!

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brodingles · 2 months ago

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Kind of based off your last post:

What's something each prince would never admit (or something they really want to admit but can't bring themself to) to another prince, either a specific lil gent or to anyone else in general?

(You can read this as something serious and deep or just plain silly like Hans really loving chocolate or somethin!)

Eugene: "I'm lonely." He doesn't want to ever admit he's feeling anything short of full self-sufficiency. He doesn't want to admit any sort of short-coming, really, at least not one he can't spin into being a good thing, but especially when it comes to longing for things like family. Admitting he experiences that kind of longing is, to him, admitting that he lost. Eugene is very much Coping with his circumstances, and has the idea that "if no one else got me, I got me." which is not an inherently wrong way of thinking, but he doesn't want to admit that occasionally he wishes someone did have him.

Hans: "I don't hate you." which is...some interesting wording. He will never say "I love you" because he doesn't think he does and he's not even sure love is real. But because he doesn't exactly know how that's going, it's not something to admit. It's not a secret, but a grey area. The more I think about this, the more interesting it is, because "I don't hate you" really is the correct wording. He won't tell them that because he wants them to always wonder if he does, because confirming he doesn't is vulnerable both to them and him and takes some of the control of the situation out of his hands. Somehow, admitting he doesn't hate them is a weirdly intimate detail he's not cool with sharing. He will comment on their actions positively, but not them as people, because he has a weird association with genuine praise directed at the person and not the outcome.

Naveen: This does not apply to him. I can't even think of a silly answer, because admitting something like stealing a cookie from a cookie jar, even, he would just outright say "Yeah I did it." Even if not immediately, which would be for the bit, he would do it later. Naveen is very direct in saying how he feels, what he wants, and what he thinks. He doesn't view things as permanent enough to be worried about the consequences of not doing that. He says how things are and then lets the chips fall where they do. Something I drew him doing way back when was having a conversation where he said "I wanted you to know I don't take you for granted." but he didn't say that reluctantly, it was just brought to his attention that it's something he never outright said, and with how On The Move he is and how he hasn't said it directly, he doesn't blame people for not automatically knowing that. Didn't super care about the consequences of that until more recently. It's a hard feeling for him to recognize and occasionally reconcile, but he'll SAY it when he does recognize it. Naveen doesn't always know how to identify complicated feelings, but when he does, he'll be honest about it, even if it's difficult.

Kristoff: "I know how you feel." This was the hardest one, which is why it's last, but I do think this is the thing it would be. Thinking about him (which I am doing very hard), Kristoff appears to be a logical kind of thinker, but in the common sense kind of way, including in emotions. Unlike the others he's not emotionally constipated, but also is still a pretty private person overall. He tends to try to focus on the other person when he's giving advice or observation, and keeps himself relatively out of the equation. Because it's not about him. The reason this is something that still falls under admittance instead of being an unsure grey area, is because sometimes he does feel like he knows the feeling or Gets It, but admitting he's doing so would put him on the same level of importance as the person he's talking to. He's very used to a community atmosphere, but it seems more like one where everyone props up everyone else, not really based in "I experienced the same thing and am sitting with you in that way." He tends to take on shoulder-to-lean-on or caretaking roles (not parental). So he won't admit that he's feeling what the other person is feeling to keep that focus and to not feel weirdly selfish or too self-important. This is exacerbated heavily by him being in a school that typically serves royalty. He doesn't understand why he's even here, so to a degree that level of self-containment is re-enforced. He's private. Will stay private.

This was so super fun and a good exercise, love stuff like this.

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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Yo what’s up? May I request a Yandere Alphabet for Diavolo from JJBA? Please?

I can try, sure ^^ Hopefully this helps me write him better. I'm just hoping this doesn't seem rushed or repetitive....

Yandere Alphabet - Diavolo

(FT. Doppio)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Marking, Biting, Sadism, Blood, Murder, Violence, Threats, Emotional manipulation, Kidnapping, Dark/Overall Yandere themes, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Diavolo is very... demanding. He sees himself as a king who can control fate and destiny. As a result, he's very possessive with his "affection" towards you. Diavolo may even have a sadistic streak similar to most JJBA villains.

Diavolo would be intense with you due to his nature. Once he has you in his grasp it is usually because he's been pushed to his breaking point while watching you. So by the time he has you, his grip and touch is unrelenting as he kisses your skin to litter you in marks.

It's hard to tell if his affection is genuine, although there's some moments where some genuine care slips through. I like to imagine he and Dio are similar. Both seeming cold but occasionally letting the mask slip that there's some weakness there towards you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Definitely messy, he's experienced with murder considering what happens in part 5. He's a mafia boss, blood comes with the territory. If he has to eliminate others to isolate you away with him, it's easy.

King Crimson makes it nearly too easy, actually.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

If you really manage to get on his nerves or put up a fight, Diavolo would mock you. If not and you're compliant, then he'll take care of you with no fuss. You have no idea how (un)lucky you are he loves you.

Since his obsession makes him feel this way, he could give you anything you want. You just have to say the word. He's the boss, he can find a way to get you any sort of gift or comfort... except for freedom.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yeah, he would. He has to hide you away so no one catches on to who he is. Which means you're spending a lot of your time in his sight, like it or not.

His demanding nature certainly doesn't help either.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Diavolo isn't vulnerable often, the most vulnerable moment I can think of for him was when he realized he was going to die. He is a coward when it comes to others getting too close to his identity. Always willing to play dirty to win.

Although, with you it's a different type of vulnerability. He knows you're a weakness he can't quite cut off. He loves you... which sometimes makes him drop his intimidating act at times to pull you in close. There's times he's vulnerable... and I imagine he hates it due to being proud yet loves it at the same time because it's you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Irritated and would immediately try to discipline it. He has far too much to worry about, you fighting him is yet another distraction. Unlike other villains, he doesn't entertain this and finds a way to stop your attempt.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and he'd find you trying to leave an annoyance, he may even be scared of it.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

There's a lot I can think of. You most likely know Doppio, so seeing Doppio become Diavolo breaches your trust.

There's the kidnapping, the threats he makes to keep you compliant, or even the straight up murder to those who know you.

Diavolo is a mafia man. He is pretty much known to do horrible things to get things to go his way. Threatening the lives of your loved ones to make you listen to him is probably the tamest thing he could do.

Cioccolata is just itching for action, dear. It's that Diavolo just ends things himself, depending on how personal the matter is.

Blood may become a common sight for you if you wish to be rebellious.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Once Diavolo has felt he's gotten rid of every enemy and distraction, he'd probably keep you both in a very isolated area. He'd put it by the sea for you, the area secret and remote so you can both have a more... peaceful life while he basks in his perfect victory.

No one's coming to find you, they're gone by his hand. You only have Diavolo now. He's already ruined and smashed your old life to bits and pieces.

Then you two can elope and become an item... he'll never let you go, his beloved prize.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It's hard for him to be jealous when he can get rid of every rival he feels he has to (In a way, yeah, he's jealous in that case). I imagine when he's stalking you through Doppio, he's marking every person you talk to down for death the moment he has you. That would be when he feels jealous the most, knowing he can't act just yet. He'd definitely plot the demise of anyone too close to you. Just to finally remove this burning feeling.

The end result isn't going to be pleasant for anyone but him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Possessive, Obsessive, Manipulative, Intimidating, Overbearing, Demanding, Ruthless, Sadistic, Eerily caring at times..

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

As I've said before, the method he'd use most is Doppio. He already uses the personality to fool others and get rid of those he needs to. Stalking his darling through Doppio isn't too far off.

Diavolo waits and plans for an opening to take you away. It takes him a bit to become obsessed, originally planning to isolate you enough to kill you for distracting him. Unfortunately for him, such a plan fails due to his own emotional connections.

So while he still wants to get you alone, it isn't to kill you this time...

In fact, your new fate may be much worse than death.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Well, he's still ruthless. However, with you he's more... caring, if you can call what he does that.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I feel Diavolo would focus on threats, but I can also see him "marking" you with bites to show you who you "belong" to. I don't want to imagine anything too physical, so he might mentally mess with you until you break. Such as isolation, restraints, and pictures of your loved ones in poor shape.

I'm talking if you act up, he may restrain you and show you a photo of one of your loved ones. They could be kidnapped... or even already dead. When he sees your tears, he grins, knowing with just a bit more time... you'll crumble.

You aren't necessarily the one who's punished, your loved ones are.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Based on his plans, most if not all. You're given some freedoms once you're isolated enough.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's patient due to the amount of planning he puts in to have you. Although, he can be impatient at times if things aren't going according to plan.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I imagine you'd leave a lasting impact on him. He could probably move on but it would take time and he could never forget you. You'd probably be his last romantic partner... so he's not going to lose you so easily.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Hard to say when it comes to him. Could be a morbid sense of curiosity, or maybe he's missing a certain connection he once had?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Diavolo would most likely give you your space. He has other matters to attend to, dealing with this could be irritating. Although, somedays he'll scoop you up and press you onto his chest. It may make things worse... but he enjoys the feeling of you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not any I can think of. You'd need some sort of distraction to leave him as he is not letting you out of his sight.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He most likely would, yes, even if he isn't intending to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Diavolo is not a worship yandere, as much as that would be entertaining. However, He'd sacrifice a lot to get you back in his grasp. You're his in his eyes, anyone who tries to take you to get back at him is immediately dealt with.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Honestly, it can be anything from weeks, months, to maybe a year or two. He's always around, watching from Doppio's eyes as you live your life.

The clock is ticking, however... your fate is already decided by the king.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Most likely.

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sissylittlefeather · 2 years ago

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Here's number 2! This one is longer, with a plot indicated but not really stated. This could be a continuation of the first one, really. Basically, Elvis and a long-term partner who he met early on and could never quite let go of. I will probably revisit this one and either rewrite the ending or give more backstory. Maybe there'll be a part 3 prequel. Who knows? These fics take up a mind of their own while I'm writing them.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, p in v sex, infidelity, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, cussing, fluffy smut, angsttttt, and probably more

Rating: definitely at least R, still pretty tame use of language, but it's pretty sexy, either way NO MINORS. LOOK AWAY.

I have no idea what the word count is 😬. Feel free to imagine the real EP or Austin EP, I go back and forth in my mind.

Feels like Forever

You're in bed with a book when you hear a soft knock on your door. You glance at the clock on the night stand. Almost midnight. He's late. Still, it's been over six months since you've seen him, so you don't want to waste too much time being angry. You stand up and pull your silky pink robe tighter around your body, on the off chance that it's not him. Even if it is, you don't want to give him too much of a show too quickly.

There's another quiet knock as you walk to the door.

"Hang on, I'm coming."

You pull open the door to find Elvis standing there, leaning against the door frame. He's wearing a black jacket and pants with a red scarf hanging loosely around his neck. He's also holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Hey baby." He does something between a smile and a smirk, hoping you won't notice the time.

"You're late." You turn around and walk into the room. You're not really mad, but you want him to know that you wish he'd been there earlier. He follows you into the room, setting the champagne and glasses on a little table.

"Aww, honey, I'm sorry. I just got caught up talking with the guys and they wouldn't let me leave. You know I don't want to miss a minute that I can be with you."

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. You feel yourself melt at his touch.

"Let me make it up to you? I really missed you."

"I missed you too." You say quietly as you turn to face him, putting your arms around his neck. He maintains his hold on your waist. He has that look in his eye like he wants to kiss you, but he's not quite sure if he's forgiven. He decides to risk it anyway, but he moves in slowly, like the first time he kissed you all those years ago. It's been so long, and so much has changed, but sometimes you can still catch glimpses of the boy you fell in love with. His lips press against yours, softly at first and then with more pressure, like he finally remembers who you both are and what you mean to each other. Your lips part and this time it's your tongue that does the playful teasing.

"Mmmm" he hums softly before opening his mouth and sending his tongue in to dance with yours. There's a give and take to the way you kiss him that's unlike anything else you've ever experienced. It truly is like a dance and you never want the song to end.

He reaches down to grab your thighs and pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, still kissing him deeply. He carries you to the bed and lays you down gently. You can tell his desire is burning hotter with every second he spends in your room-- yours is too-- but he's still moving slowly, dwelling in each sensation. He's on top of you in the bed now. You can feel his hardness pressed against your thigh and your body responds to knowing he's so close by. You pull his scarf off and toss it to the side. You start to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

"This. Off. Now." You mumble as you try to push his shirt off of his shoulders. At this point, you can only manage single syllables. He chuckles a little, now fully aware of the effect he's had on you. He knows he's forgiven for being late. As he sits up on his knees to remove his shirt, you take in the beauty of his body. It's not perfectly cut, but it's masculine and strong, making you feel small and safe. You long to feel him against you again. But he has something a little different in mind. He unties your robe and lets the pieces slip over to the sides, revealing you. You watch his eyes as they roam over your body, taking in every last bit of you.

"Damn, you're beautiful."

This is another one of your favorite things about him. No matter how many times he's seen you naked, every time is like the first time and it makes you feel as beautiful as he says you are. He leans over you, exploring your chest with his mouth, stopping here and there to kiss, suck, and nibble on the most sensitive places. You moan a little and arch your back, enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue on your body. You want him to keep going further down to where you ache for him to touch you. Seemingly reading your mind, he kisses the spot right below your belly button and slides his thumbs under the sides of your panties to pull them down.

In a second, he's back at your hips and you spread your legs open to give him access to you. Slowly, he licks on either side of the center spot, teasing you.

"Elvis, please, don't..." you trail off as he presses his tongue hard against you and you gasp audibly. He gets to work moving his tongue back and forth and around in circles. You can feel the ecstasy building inside you and you know your release is coming quickly. He slides his index and middle fingers into you and back out again and back in again, still moving his tongue over and around you. He knows how close you are too and he's going to use every skill he's got to push you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Elvis, fuck" you almost scream as you hit your climax and he doesn't stop what he's doing. Waves of pleasure wash over you, crashing into your hips and thighs, making you pulse around his fingers. You put your hand on top of his head to let him know you need him to stop before the sensation completely overwhelms you. He pulls away and looks up at you smiling. He likes knowing he's done a good job and based on your reaction he's feeling pretty confident.

He climbs back up your body, wiping his mouth with his hand and kissing your stomach, your chest, your neck, finally landing back at your mouth. He tastes sweet now, but with the way he's kissing you, you barely notice.

Your fingers begin to fumble with his pants button and zipper. You need him inside you. He stops kissing you long enough to get his pants off. For a second he hovers over you, both of you breathing heavily.

"I've waited so long for this" he whispers breathily in your ear. You reach down, lining him up with you.

"Me too. Now fuck me, Elvis Presley, like this is the last night we'll ever be together." He groans at the thought and enters you fully in a single shot. He pumps into you rhythmically, in and out and in again. But you don't let him stay in that position for long.

"Sit up." He obeys, rearranging himself until he's sitting with his back against the headboard. You hold on to the top of the wooden headboard and lower yourself onto him, taking in his hardness slowly.

"Mmm." You hum with him, putting your forehead against his. You throw your head back and slide up and down on him in a slow but steady pattern.

Suddenly, you stop, looking into his eyes.

"Oh, no, baby, please don't do this to me." He pleads. You bounce lightly on just the top inch of him.

"Please let me have all of you. I need it. I might go crazy, honey." More light bouncing.

"What do you want, honey? I'll give you anything right now."

"Shhh baby" you respond, putting a finger on his lips before you plant a deep kiss there.

The only thing you want from him right now is the full length of him inside you, so you lower yourself onto him until he's filling you entirely.

"Oh fuck, y/n, yes that's what I needed." You feel him shudder beneath you as you continue to slide up and down on him, taking him as deeply as possible every time.

He looks into your eyes and laughs, "you know I love it and hate it when you do that."

"Why do you think I do it?" You smile playfully.

"Mmm" he smiles and closes his eyes again as you continue to ride him.

"I'm gettin' close, baby."

"In that case..." You climb off of him and lay on your stomach next to him, head on your arms, knowing this is one of his favorite ways to finish. He straddles your hips and hovers over you again, this time moving your hair out of the way to kiss the back of your neck and your shoulder. You feel him line himself up with you from behind. He enters the same place he just was, but from a completely different angle and you moan with the pleasure of having him back inside you. He picks up the pace of his thrusting.

"No." He pulls out of you suddenly and the sensation shocks you.

"What...?" He rolls you over onto your back and pushes himself back into you. He's kissing you all over your neck and face.

"If this is the last time, I want to kiss you as much as I can." He's not wrong that something about this time feels particularly final. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze your eyes closed. You will not cry over this married man who has held your heart since that first time you were together. You realize he's holding you just as tightly as he continues the slow rhythm he started after he rolled you over.

"I love--" he starts but you interrupt him.

"Don't." You pull it together just long enough to push him onto his back one last time, climb on top, and ride him until he's so overwhelmed with ecstatic pleasure that he can't think about what just happened.

"Oh fuck, baby, thank you." He sighs. You roll onto your back next to him and stare at the ceiling, naked and dripping sweat, not sure if he's thanking you for finishing him or for keeping him from saying things he might regret. You lay there next to each other for what feels like forever, but isn't.

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