#alone?? like for once. just quit messing with shit i'm begging

[rebelcliche]

me, upon first glace: wait, who is that? i'm not following- me, in realization: oh. the for you page. god, i hate it here.

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

"Bite Me" - Alastor x Reader

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You were a strange addition to the hotel.

A quiet sinner demon with no merit to speak of who just waltzed in without much fuss or fanfare. No blowing up walls, no trying to kill anyone, no entertainment what so ever.

You were so boring, Alastor didn't even want to mess with you.

...

At first.

Then, quiet and unassuming, you slowly established yourself as both over-forgiving and sharply blunt.

It was amusing watching the whiplash on a demon's face when you flip between them so much in a single day.

Once, Angel Dust was high as a kite and practically lobbed a brick at your head. Your response was "No harm done, don't worry about it." later that same day, the spider-fellow draped an arm around Vaggie's shoulder and slung some sort of ridiculous insult. You moved his arm off of her and said "You need to learn to watch what you say or I'm ripping this arm off and shoving it down your throat."

Usually that last threat would lead to some other comment, but the flat way you said it and moved on to a different subject left the spider fellow standing there without much else to say.

How amusing!

Even he was no exemption from your two-faced nature, it seemed. One moment apologizing for accidentally blocking his path, the next informing him that you'd use his antlers as forks if he didn't leave you alone. Silly little threats that were oh-so pathetic when said by such a...underwhelming, individual.

Alastor's favorite of yours was 'I'm going to eat your kidneys'. Then how rude you were to decline the cooking lesson he offered!

Typically your quips and comments were about trivial things, little things that Alastor would purposely do in order to get a reaction.

THIS TIME, THOUGH

He had a particularly annoying run in with Vox one day, trudging back to the hotel with his patience already at its limit. Husk knew better than to comment on it, shying away from him as he prowled through the lobby. Angel Dust was at the bar counter, eyeing Alastor as he strode on through.

"Ya look like shit." He commented passively.

"Thank you ever so much for the keen observation." Alastor said with a smile. Husker flinched, ears dropping. It was only then he noticed you there as well, a forgotten drink in your hand as you gaze lingered on Husk, a frown setting to your lips.

The rest of that particular exchange wasn't of any significance. It wasn't until later when you sought him out in the Hotel's parlor things escalated.

"You need to calm down."

His grin hitched up and he leered down at you. You were more than a foot shorter than him and your big eyes did little to make you look more intimidating.

"I beg your pardon, dear?"

"I said you need to calm down." Your tail swished in agitation. "I get you had a bad day but that's no reason to take it out on other people."

Alastor chuckled "Oh goodness. My apologies, my dear. But you have absolutely no ground to tell me to do anything."

He back you up against the wall, hands planted on either side of you. His antler stretched out and his eyes took on the appearance of dials as he leaned down. Sharp teeth grazed your face, hot breath stung your eyes. Claws carved their way into the wall on either side of you.

"So, my dear, what was it you said? I'm afraid I didn't quite catch it."

"I said you need to calm down."

Alastor's eye twitched, his grin twisting into something so much more unhinged. No hesitation. Were you stupid?

A look at you said yes, but you knew damn well the danger you were in. You were trembling, pupils shaking breath shallow. But you still had the nerve to speak to him that way?

"All right, what if I don't?" He purred, tracing a claw over the side of your face "Go on ahead and let me hear whatever pathetic threat you have."

"I'll bite you." spoken in that flat tone of yours.

Alastor laughed "As amusing as always-"

Pain burst from his shoulder, sharp and sticky as fangs burst through flesh. Perhaps it was shock that had him stumble back, perhaps it was amusement that allowed you to get away from him. You opened your jaw, withdrawing your teeth from his shoulder as skin and cloth clung to the spaces between your bloodied fangs.

You gave him a pointed glare as your wiped some excess blood off of your face and prowled off without so much as giving him a second glance.

He had every right to hunt you down and rip apart your soul right then and there.

Instead he found himself losing his balance, falling onto his rear on the floor. Fingers curled over the fresh and large bite mark on his shoulder. The damn thing nearly covered the entirety of between his collar bone and his arm socket.

He pulled his hand away to stare absently at his own blood.

You must be venomous. That was the only way to explain why his heart was suddenly racing and his face suddenly felt far too warm. His breathing was off, shallow and uneven.

You actually bit him.

Were your threats actually not so empty?

Did you really intend to use his antlers as forks?

He laughed to himself, letting his hand drop back to his side. This was ridiculous! If you meant even half the strange threats you threw at him....then...

Well. He was in danger.

[zmb1eslut]

I missed you.

Masterlist

ex-boyfriend!Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!reader

summary: Reader doesn't know how to say no to Luke, so she runs away every time he tries to win her over.

warnings: soft makeout, smoking, reader goes non-verbal when nervous (but she pulls it off), I don't usually write narrative (I'm a casual poetry writer).

word count: 1,091

clarification: as a daughter of Aphrodite, people develop attraction towards reader after long eye-contact exposure, so she usually avoids it altogether.

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You thought it couldn't be true, the way his eyes still traced your every step that night. Like if a soft blow of unspoken whispers followed you like a shadow into the dancing ground. He was there. He was everywhere, pulling you from behind to clash just once more into his longing brown eyes.

You thought it couldn't be true.

Maybe your hopes were just blending into the air of that groaning old forest.

You sat down, as the last stars in the sky arrived fashionably late to the Aphrodite's secret reunion. A little self-conscious, you took your rolling paper out, losing yourself to the familiarity of your actions. You took your first blow, and while watching the smoke, at some point came the fifth. And then it became real, you didn't even bother to check, he was there. He was coming.

As if it was that easy, just like that, you felt his presence land by your side.

"Mind if I grab one?" he asked.

As he pretended not to be on the team that snuck that shit in in the first place, you pretended not to know he had already quit smoking 8 months ago. Every word was hard to say, you wouldn't waste any into empty accusations. As always, you let him have his way.

You broke the imaginary bounds that kept you from each other when your hand crossed the line with a lighter. He instead reached for your elbow, and his hands slowly moved up to your wrist, while he accomplished to move your hand away from both of you so it wouldn't be in between you two. He was silently begging for your eyes to simply look in his direction once more, you still tried to know better.

Your gaze fixed on his chest, the least dangerous place they could find that acknowledged his presence. He took the lighter, but your hand stayed there, hanging frozen. He blew the smoke on your face aiming at a reaction, and it felt like everyone disappeared behind the intimacy of the gas. But... you wouldn't be dragged into his world again. You stood up, and went away.

Every step was heavy. Once a lighthearted deared girl, and now a mess full questions and rage.

You've been treated like a temptress and like a whore, but it didn't quite prepared you to be treated like a princess who would never ascend to the throne. Left alone in a castle full of people, without love. He was always in battle, your knight in shining armor, who just breathed and crawled for a cause much grater than your sorrow. You guessed. He'd never tell. You never knew.

"How are the nightmares? " you dared, when your paths crossed again near the lake.

"Aw... You worried, angel? " was the safer answer, 'cause deflection was effective. You were always scared of being pushy, and had always been moved for a guy being scared. The breeze was chanting for you, while the silence simply dared you. You knew the dance. Your hands didn't wonder from his soft curls into his back, it was more proper to say that they knew the pathway back to back. Like if the traces of your fingers were already carved on his skin, just like another scar from battle, cause not to hold you felt like a war. And you surrender. just. once. more.

His head rests on your chest, and his sneaky hands have never feared but you feel them doubting, if traveling down your waist was way too gambly. And he dared. And you sunk.

"Don't look at me like that, Castellan" was everything you could think of. You were still resilient to bless him with your stare. But he felt powerful once again, and he was now sitting straight, gazing down at your glowing skin. And he dared. He slowly approached, and your posture played around, playing dumb. You tried not to laugh when he huffed.

It felt safe on his arms. It always did. And you knew inside, he knew where you were. In front of that lake, at a party like this one, he sat you on his lap in front of everyone, with your hand in his and kissed it every time he made you laugh. And when that night ended, it was just the start.

You left a hopeful sigh, and he caressed your side in response. You felt him again, closing the distance. You hide your face behind your hand as you decided to pull your hair behind your ear. He looks away, exasperated at your antics. Those were the reactions you liked.

Only him would make you this naive, but he was starting to doubt himself. He took his free hand to entrap you by each side, and looking at your lips, he shamelessly whispered —Can I kiss you? —and you knew you weren't playing anymore, and you realized that you truly wouldn't ever say no. That's why you always ran away. Your eyes looked up and lazed with the darkness of his pupils. Before you tangled on a desperate mess of brushes and silent pleadings. To your agony, his hand moved from touching your sensitive needs into a dominant hold from under your thigh. Your hands held into his collar and bicep. He pulled away and melted you with a smirk, got next to your ear and in a lower voice said "You are so irritating." You felt your legs go jelly as he chuckled. He kissed you again, you let it happen. You would let the moment swallow you whole, again into the warmth of his embrace. But you felt voices coming and you quickly went away.

Went away into the woods, your intentions becoming clearer and more humiliating with every lazy step you took. You heard hisnsteps as you knew you would. He found his way back to you. You looked up at him as your back pressed against a tree. And you never felt as excitingly frail before hearing his voice.

"Tell me, did you missed me?"

"I missed you, Luke."

He seemed satisfied, and pressed his body into yours. You could feel the way his shirt smelled like firewood, and his heartbeat raised for you. But all you could focus on was how needy made you feel the recognizable way his bulge pressed bravely against your crotch.

"Yeah... I missed you too."

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[a-killer-obsession]

Fuck it,

👒Strawhat sex headcanons

cos I'm absolutely on deaths door sick rn and I just wanna drabble my thoughts

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Luffy

Ace and entirely ignorant of anything. Come on now, you saw him on Amazon Lily. Next!

Zoro

Fucks, but half the time leaves lovers unsatisfied. Falls asleep immediately so he doesn't even see their grumpy pout. Bisexual but leans towards men

Loves to deep throat, giving and receiving

Always rough

Pretty even spilt between top and power bottom

Loves impact play, giving and receiving

Loves public sex, will absolutely keep going if he gets caught. Same goes for masturbation, even if Sanji starts kicking the shit out of him while he's still going

Nami

Gay gay lesbian gay. Loves those ladies! Big fan of tits especially

Fingerbangs like her life depends on you cumming. Call her the Squirtbringer TM

Loves to use toys on her lovers, especially vibrators and butt plugs. Loves to see her girl with a pretty sparkly diamond plug

Kinda vanilla otherwise though

Top for sure

Ties some absolutely stunning shibari

Usopp

Straight but what a ally fr. Respectful AF

Gets flustered so fucking quick if you flirt with him though so you'd have to be so fucking foward to get him in bed. You'd have to be practically riding him before he stops being a blushing mess

Actually pretty good in bed though, decent size and stamina. Never misses hittin that spot yah know? 😎

More vanilla than angel cake though, and will absolutely chicken out if you ask him to spank you

Talks big talk though. Good with his mouth at both ends

Switch but don't expect him to be a dominant top

Doesn't know the meaning of a quick fuck, this man ✨️ makes love ✨️

Sanji

Straight, for sure, don't mention that time with the waiter boy, or that time with that very muscular male customer, or that time when he-

Anyway *cough* loves having anything in his mouth. Practically begs to have his face sat on, can absolutely cum untouched from that alone. Sometimes gets so into it that he forgets he's supposed to put it in at some point and just ends up eating you out for literal hours till you have to literally rip him off

Don't mind the blood nose :P

Cums so quick once he's in that its frankly embarrassing, but he'll keep going after, for you~

Walk him like a dog 🐕 this boy is a BOTTOM

Absolutely has a praise kink

Needs it to be romantic every time or he WILL pout. He'll give you a quickie if that's really what you want but he prefers to take his time, set the mood, make you a nice cocktail and light some candles

The first time you play with his ass he'll act like he hates it, but then he'll end up shyly asking you to do it again

Wants zoro to destroy his ass

Chopper

MINOR, NEXT!

When he grows up tho... he is a deer... he likes deer... maybe a mink would be ideal actually

Robin

Oh she for SURE fucks

Pansexual but prefers older lovers

Loves to be a soft dom, big time into forcing orgasms out of her partner and teasing them

Open relationship with Franky, loves to play good cop bad cop with him and a sub (with her as good cop)

Abuses her devil fruit for sure, turns her partners into overstimulated, fucked out messes

Loves to ride faces but is also very skilled at giving blowjobs

Has no issue eating ass

No kinks are taboo to her even if she's not into it, she'll give everything a go though, for research

Really skilled with shibari, shares notes with Nami all the time

Reads a lot of bodice rippers and quite literally takes notes, like she fully has a notebook of things she wants to try and is working her way through it

Doesn't really care about getting off, she mostly just likes to watch other's get off. Sex is one big research project to her and shes more than happy to study

Franky

About as fucked up in bed as Wire, biggest deviant of the crew for sure. Wano afterparty you bet they had a long indepth conversation to compare notes, and Wire was happy to show Heat off for him and Robin

Bi with a preference for women

Has all manner of toys and furniture, probably made most of them himself

Usually a hard dom, but unlike Wire he has no problem being a bottom as well

He is a ride you will not survive, your wheels will come right off

Loves risky public sex (fic coming soon 😎)

You better believe when he rebuilt his body he gave himself the biggest dick you'll ever see, its ribebd for your pleasure and it ABSOLUTELY vibrates

Don't expect to be able to walk afterwards, but he's an aftercare king 👑

Brook

May not have the facilities to get off, but still enjoys watching

Often watches Robin and Franky, especially if they're playing with a sub. Sometimes he'll join in with a toy because he's hesitant to push raw bone against a lover (ha, bone) but usually he just watches

Plenty of imagination though, sometimes he'll tell Franky and Robin what to do, more in a suggestive way than a dominant way

I imagine he would feel sexual enjoyment the same way one might enjoy a good cup of tea. He may not be able to get physical relief but he still enjoys the mental tingle

Before he died he was a massive slut though, rockstar vibes, every carnal disease you can think off. Was big into having his face ridden and sex under the influence

Too old to understand labels but if you really took the time to explain he'd probably say he was pansexual

Jinbei

This one goes out to my homie 💖

Straight but has no problem with it if swords happen to cross. Which is just as well, since there's canonically two of them 🍆🍆 He'd also never suggest a threesome, but he'd say yes if you suggested it

Also enjoys watching along side Brook. They call it "Oldies Night" when the four of them get together to watch Franky and Robin destroy some sub

Super respectful! Will constantly make sure you're comfortable and allow you to guide him to do whatever feels best

Not big into kinks but happy to explore them if it makes you happy. Won't do anything that'd inflict pain though, even if you beg for it, he's too big of a softie

Has that deep generational sense of taboo and shame instilled in him that makes it hard to get him to open up about what he wants. You'd have to have been together for a really long time to get him to be honest. Even so, makes you feel completely comfortable sharing your own kinks and never ever makes you feel ashamed even if he's really not into it

Eventually you'll get him to reveal that he enjoys being edged and cockwarming

Not a big fan of young girls fawning over him cos of his ex-Warlord status. Much prefers women his own age. No real preference for basic humans vs fishmen vs even minks, they're all human in his books

God he's so strong though, given how much bigger he is than most woman he will straight up use you like a cocksleeve if you ask him to, I absolutely would, dear god

Never leaves a partner unsatisfied, but I think he'd avoid giving oral cos he'd be so anxious about his teeth and he never wants to hurt a lover

[beoneofus]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 | 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬

unedited

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let's start off with the fact that these boys would never think about picking flowers, let alone wearing flower crowns. david got a bouquet for you once, and it was only because you were upset. he couldn't let you be sad, and he knew you loved flowers... so two and two led to four. dwayne has looked at them, and thought about gifting you them, but never really got around to it because of his pride of doing it in front of others. paul is just an airhead and doesn't really think about such things. and marko, well... he usually presses and scrapbooks them - the dead ones, anyway.

when you brought up that you wanted to do something new, the boys immediately thought sexual. let's be real, if anyone mentions that and they have a dirty mind, that's what they're gonna think. it made your face light aflame - but you instantly shut them down, waving your hands frantically and shushing their laughter.

“ s’not funny! you guys should know that's not what I meant! ”

pouting. cute, cute pouting. but of course, you quickly recover once paul goes to pinch your cheek. you swat him away, and shuffle out of of the room to fetch your latest creation.

once you're back, a grin on your face, you present the blue, yellow and green masterpiece to them. It took a lot of hard work, including the decision of which flowers to use, so you were very proud of it.

you never thought marko would burst straight into laughter though. of course, all the boys would tease you, it was fun-picking. they also had their own taste, so it was understandable if they didn't like certain things. but this? this was your pride and joy, given you didn't think you had many talents. since it was so successful, it made you very happy.

though, marko laughing and calling it childish really hurt your feelings. he was usually really patient and treated you with lots of care, including your emotions. but he didn't seem to take those into consideration when he pointed and said some pretty mean words.

“ marko, knock it off, man. ” paul slapped the back of his arm over the blondes chest, proving he wasn't messing around. he was the one who first saw the hurt flash through your eyes, and now he meant business. “ what? ” marko jeered, actually taken back. he didn't think what he said was a big deal. “ I'm just sayin’ it's girly! ”

quite frankly, it wasn't. girliness didn't exist in your mind. neither did the separation of genders; it was just stupid. paul thought the same, which is why he huffed and stepped forward, taking ahold of your hands.

rubbing his thumbs over your pinkies in small circles, he reassured you he liked it. david had shot marko a glare, and dwayne hit him on the back of his head. although you very still sensitive to the insults, you very much appreciated the others sticking up for you and comforting you. that's why you smiled to paul, and raised the crown up in suggestion.

“ make one with me. ”

paul was dumb founded at first, given he's never done such a thing. he wasn't real crafty like marko was, and well... he didn't think he had many talents. dwayne could skateboard, david could manipulate people no problem, marko had animals by his side no matter what and could master any art skill. but paul? he got high, ate, had stupid thoughts he voiced out loud, and sometimes doodled dumb shit for the hell if it. sure, he could pull off flips and shit when he felt like it.. but was that really a talent?

at first he wanted to wave you off, bit after seeing the hope in your eyes he couldn't. but, that wasn't all.

he accepted the offer, but also invited the others to tag along.

the whole thing left them bamboozled, and a bit of an argument broke out. after you begged though, and made a little deal with david, you five headed outside and to the little field of flowers not too far from the bluffs.

upon arrival, paul dragged you off to immediately collect different flowers. he was excited to spend time with you, and for you to show him how to make the flower crowns.

you two found a spot to sit, and he got to work on picking colors he liked. of course he chose red, but also orange and a nice purple. he didn't know the names of the flowers, but you informed him they were chrysanthemum's, begonia's and clematis’. they were very pretty together, and you informed him so.

paul had trouble weaving them together, given the stems were sensitive, but you showed him to go slow and take his time. It took a bit of help, but he eventually got the hang of it. you congratulated him for it, and complimented him the rest of thw way through. if paul had a tail, it'd probably be wagging at full speed right about now.

you... might've totally forgotten about the others, on accident. too busy helping paul and enjoying you guys’ time, everything else managed to slip past you. It wasn't until you heard the rustling of dwayne's leather jacket did you actually look up, away from the processing flower crown.

he held a finished product in his hands, made of yellow tulips and purple belle flowers. that took you off guard because you didn't know dwayne knew how to do such a thing. once he saw the surprised look on your face though, he quietly informed you he was watching from afar and taught himself.

a grin and compliments were given to his hard work. he smiled back, only to sit down beside you and set his masterpiece upon your head.

“ you look beautiful, darling. ”

it took everything in you not to cover your face. dwayne was quite the charmer and he always had that effect on you. so, bashfully, you turned away; going back to your weaving with puffed cheeks.

“ hey! how the hell do you twist this shit together?! ”

you'd all look over, only to see marko and david struggling. after sharing brief looks, the three of you best into laughter.

that night was a quite fun to say the least. david couldn't get it no matter how hard he tried, and marko surprisingly took longer than paul with figuring out the right hand movements. all in all, you couldn't wait to do something like that again!

[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you: For either Remus or James, whichever you think would work best, can I request "I write our names down in the sand, picturing all our plans" from What If by Colbie Caillat please?

this struck me as something james would literally do, so that's what i've written for you, darling <3

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The beach isn't exactly like what you've seen in the films, but it's not too far off, either. The boys are messing about somewhere, throwing something around or doing handstands or whatever boys do when they want to amuse themselves and show off at the same time. You've perched yourself on a perfectly nice bench looking out at where the rocks turn to sand turn to ocean.

As far as a day with you boyfriend and his friends go, it hasn't been bad. The sun has been out but it's not been too hot and James bought you a 99 and then another when someone bumped into you and you dropped it. You can still taste the sweetness of his kiss when he laughed at your shock.

You lean on the bench and tilt your head back to enjoy some more sunshine. Life, when it slows down like this, can really be quite lovely.

You hear James before you open your eyes.

"No, don't step on it you idiots! Go around it, it's not that hard."

His voice grows louder and you hear his soft chuckle once he gets close. "Are you sleeping, love?" he asks.

You open one eye. He's standing there with his hand on his hips, his shirt unbuttoned at least two buttons too many to be considered decent, his pants rolled up to his mid-calves. His shoes are nowhere to be seen and he looks windswept and beautiful, eyes bright behind his dirty glasses.

"What if I was?" you say. He scoffs and reaches for you, tugging you up and into his arms with a groan.

"Take off your shoes, please."

You frown at him. "I don't want to get sandy, James." It's no use -- he turns on the puppy eyes. He's a little shit and he knows you'll do as he asks like this.

So you toe off your shoes and socks and he gallantly grabs them from you and tugs you towards where his are lined up next to what you can only assume is the rest of the boys' shit.

"Now, close your eyes." You sigh and obey. He grabs both of your hands and leads you over the sand. You can hear the other boys jeering in the background.

"Are you about to propose to me, James?" you joke. That's a someday thing and you both know it, so he better say no.

"No," he says, sounding a bit offended. "You think I'm going to propose to you in front of these tossers?"

"Hey!" Sirius yells. James ignores him and turns you around a little bit, then stands behind you with his arms around you and his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay, look, please." You open your eyes and blink in the sunlight. On the sand in front of you James seems to have written your names in a heart with a whole bunch of shells and plants and rocks from the beach decorated around it.

You laugh, delighted. "You spent all the time I was over there alone doing this?" How did you not notice?

James can hear that you're pleased, even if you think it's a little silly. He kisses your cheek sloppily. "You know me, darling. I've got to have something to do or I'll go nuts. And staring at you looking so pretty over there was getting a bit too obvious."

"The tide is just going to wash it away," you say, sounding a bit sad. You wish you had a camera to take a photo of it.

James shrugs and you feel it more than see it. "S'okay," he says. "It was worth it for the way you laughed." You roll your eyes and turn in his arms.

"Flirt," you say. He grins, his dimple begging to be kissed, so you do.

"You love it!"

You laugh again. You do.

join the celebration!

[sysba]

cal x edith - first kiss

[cal belongs to @night-triumphantt ] wc: 1.2k a/n: this week had valentine's day and ockissweek and well, i'm equally bad at both but i drabbled caledith first kiss for my and judie's eyes lol there's 2 parts before this because they literally take like a year just to confess i hate them sm anyway enjoy void i'm not gonna proof read shit

“Christ, I’m beat.”

Edith winces when her back hits the counter. The shop looks nothing better than it did a few hours ago; knocked-over boxes of music records everywhere, papers and books all over the floor, and the clock marking 11PM as she sighs.

From his less-than-comfortable seat on that same floor, close as he can be without letting his knee touch hers, Cal smiles at her. 

“I can finish this up. Maybe you can get some sleep upstairs?” 

‘Should’, ‘could’, ‘maybe’... Cal somehow mastered the art of caring for Edith without ever telling her what to do. It works, most of the time. 

But this time he’s not even done talking and she’s already objecting, so he rushes to add, “I don’t mind! Really. It’s been a busy day, and you haven’t stopped for a moment.”

Neither has he, but it doesn’t seem to matter much. Edith shakes her head almost too fondly, a little scoff of amusement leaving her lips before she takes a swig of her drink (an abominable mix of tequila and Kahlúa with far too much of the latter to be called appealing).

She seems to consider something for a moment, eyes narrowing just barely as she nibbles on the inside of her cheek. 

“Maybe we should just leave it. Close the shop for a day or something.” She says it nonchalantly but frowns once she notices the odd look on Cal’s face, who’s staring at her with a mix of concern and confusion and a secret third thing. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replies a bit too quickly, a deer in the headlights stumbling on his words, “I, uh… You never take a day off, it took me off guard.”

He’s mumbling, but his low voice reaches her anyways because she clicks her tongue at him in mock offence– Cal doesn’t even notice, too distracted by the playful smile that follows.

“Yeah, well,” Edith nods towards the mess surrounding them with something like resignation. “All things considered, we might deserve a break.”

Cal huffs a small laugh at that, but neither of them shows any sign of wanting to get up. It takes him a moment before he goes back to his task, patiently sorting through a bunch of vinyl. 

Edith makes no move to stop him, apparently too engrossed in her drink. He thinks her cheeks are a bit darker, but whether it’s the alcohol or a trick of the dim lights he’s not quite sure.

There’s a comfortable silence lulling them, the first they’ve had in a while; they haven’t really been able to share a space like this lately, not without a pervading sense of awkwardness making either of them run away at the first occasion.

In fact, they’ve barely ever been alone for more than a couple minutes for the past few months. Not ever since–

Hoping Edith won’t notice, Cal subtly shakes his head to try and banish the memory of their last real conversation. It doesn’t work, it never has. 

‘You love me.’ Her accusation rings loud in his mind even months later, still vicious, still true. 

He can still taste that same bitter desperation he felt as she walked away that time. The metallic taste of it sits on his tongue, and he can’t seem to swallow it down, so much so that he almost begs her to stay once again.

He looks at Edith once more. Her eyes are closed now, head tilted back to rest against the counter, offering the full sharp curve of her neck to him; it’s odd, seeing her so vulnerable. Like a nerve exposed, a jugular eagerly pressed to a blade. There’s something almost sacrificial about it, and it’s gratifying.  

Cal can see every detail of her even in this dimness, from the waves of her hair meeting her broad shoulders to the long shadows of her lashes on her cheeks (and what he can’t see he can make from memory, like the faint freckles on the tip of her nose and the ever-present cracks on her lips).

Her chest rises and falls quietly, rhythmically. The sight is so peaceful that when she speaks it takes him a moment to register she’s awake. 

“Edith?”

The corners of her lips curl a bit.

“I wanted to say it back,” she mutters again, and this time he catches it. Her eyes are open now, but she doesn’t look at him. Not yet. 

“That day, after you…” she lets the sentence hang in the air, gesturing vaguely. 

After he almost said it. Not that she needs to explain that, of course. It’s wonderfully, cruelly poetic how she brings it up now, in the very same room.

“I thought about saying it, but then I got– scared, I guess.” 

She grimaces as she says it, teeth clenching around the ‘scared’ as if admitting it is physically painful. Cal swallows hard.

“Scared of what?” He whispers because somehow, somehow he knows anything louder would be a mistake.

“You.” 

The single word is a knife to his lungs, it knocks the air out of him and has him bleed the unspoken. She smiles again, sickeningly sweet, all glossy eyes and heated cheeks. 

“You scare me the most, y’know.”

He’s sorry. It hurts.

“I’m sorry, I–”

“I’m scared whenever I see you. ‘Cause I look at you and I’m just, ‘Shit, I’d do anything for you!’ And I’m pretty fucking sure I actually would, which is… Terrifying.” Her words come out in an almost sleepy chuckle, slurred and rushed and self-loathing. “Scares me whenever you leave, too, because then I’m always waiting for you to come back. ‘S a bit pathetic, really.” 

She’s finally looking at him. Was her gaze always this warm?

“I know what it means, now. You looking at me like that.”

I’ve been looking at you like this the whole time.

Even when she didn’t look back.

Cal’s heartbeat is so loud he can barely think, barely breathe. But he asks anyway. 

“What?”

He doesn’t understand what’s happening until her lips are ghosting over his (when did she lean in?) and he thinks he’s stopped breathing altogether. She tastes like sugar and coffee and a little bit like blood, and she kisses him as if she’s done so hundreds of times before.

Practised, familiar, with her thumb stroking his cheek and his hand clinging to her t-shirt. How she always cares for him out of habit, and how he chases her without even realising it– they kiss in that same way, like they’re saying both hello and goodbye.

Edith’s palms feel searing against his jaw, but she’s smiling, and Cal thinks he’d burn painlessly if they actually were.

“You love me.” 

It’s not an accusation anymore. 

I love you, does that scare you, too? I love you I love you I love you–

“I love you,” she says it before he can, and he looks so bewildered that she laughs. “That okay with you? You’ve gone real quiet on me.”

“You, ah… I–” He tries once, twice, and then a few times more till he can knit the three words together. “You love me?”

She hums, looking serene and maybe a bit drowsy.

“Quite so.”

[simstationdance]

C, T and U !

C: Favourite Pre-Made ophelia nigmos and lyla grunt my beloveds...!

U: Best Sims Experience in my personal hood "blueblossom valley" (aka bluewater village + riverblossom hills + desiderata valley + pleasantview), lilith ran away at the end of the pleasants' round so i made it so that she ran off to live with dirk.

after moving in with dirk she was quite literally Thriving and became an overachiever. the whole round was just so chill and very fun and i didnt wanna stop playing it..

also my take on darren in this hood..... he was sooooo cute

T: Worst Sims Experience okay so my worst sims experiences are mainly from when i was a tiny child who barely knew how to play the game, so all of my sims died A LOT. as i got older, i got better at the video game, so now i can, if i wanted to, play big families on fast mode without minding Too Much.

However, there was this one experience i had that really sticks out in my memory and it was fairly recent, and it really hearkened back to the childhood era of "ALL OF MY SIMS ARE DYING HELPPPP"

this got super long and rambly so i'm gonna put it under a cut

also, a link to the questions post: [ sims questions ]

so, there's a version of pv for download where, among other changes, the brokes have a dog. because everyone in the hood got a pet. this is important because the brokes are already struggling financially with 3-4 mouths to feed (that's counting brandi, dustin, beau, and sortakinda the unborn baby all together) so i'm sure you can imagine how adding a dog into the mix would complicate things. and that's not even getting into the fact that the dog hadn't been trained to not piss everywhere or chew the everloving shit out of the furniture.

i also had a mod installed at the time that allowed teens to run away with the press of a button, so i was like "haha what if i made dustin run away?" yknow just to see what would happen. and i firmly believed he'd come back after i called the police. so dustin ran away, i called the police, and i waited. no sign of dustin. for HOURS. I Quickly Realized That I Fucked Up. I FUCKED UP SO BAD.

things rapidly went downhill after that, because their only source of income was gone and brandi obviously couldn't get a job because that would mean Leaving The Poor Little Ones Alone and the game HATES that. so i'm basically fighting tooth and nail to keep social services at bay and keep poor brandi from dying asleep in her cereal.

so days go by, and dustin is still missing, and by the end of ONE WEEK the whole house is a mess, covered in dog piss and diapers and the wrecked remains of the furniture because brandi was too tired to scold the dog enough times to stop the little menace from ruining everything.

i was so very confident that dustin would come home soon, if not immediately, and my confidence was slowly destroyed over the course of a single in-game week. of course, the alternative to a runaway teen returning immediately or soon after running away, is the teen returning one day before their birthday, and considering how Badly things were going, I Obviously Could Not Wait That Long. because otherwise dustin was gonna come back to a house full of dead bodies.

it got so bad that i eventually had to pull random neighbors passing by on the street inside the house to do the chores that the sole adult was physically incapable of doing, due to being incapacitated by sleep deprivation and hunger.

one of the passersby was dina caliente and i had brandi come running out of the house practically BEGGING dina to take the dog. once i got rid of the dog, things became slightly easier but it was still a total mess without dustin around. i eventually quit without saving because after a certain point it stopped being darkly funny and became just actually Depressing.

TLDR: don't let dustin run away ever. Ever. also don't give the brokes a dog unless you're willing and able to Handle That Responsibility.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao, childe, dainsleif, kazuha, tohma, scaramouche, and aether

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: he's your pretty baby boyーsuch a cute pet just for you to defile and push him past his limits. after all, he'd do anything for your touches and praises, since he's such a good boy.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): subby boys, overstimulation ( giving ) sex toys, bondage, mouth gag, tentacles, handjob, anal sex, anal fingering, double penetration, rough sex ( giving ), public sex (?), spanking ( giving ), degradation, size kink ( tummy bulge ), usage of aphrodisiacs, dacryphilia, dry humping, cock stepping, thigh-riding, collar-wearing, praise-kink

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: gender neutral ( mentions of reader with dick/strap )

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: take one to the head ー sabrina claudio

jesus i'm this horny to write this shit, i'm gonna go sit in timeout now

and yes, i have a fucking tentacle kink, leave me alone. if someone kink shames me, i will aggressively cry

nsfw below!

ー 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

Diluc lives for the way that you gently caress him as you slip yourself inside of him, telling him how much of a pretty boy he is, and that he's taking you so well. He practically melts whenever you press a flurry of kisses onto his tear-stained cheeks. Poor man craves emotional intimacy and you just so happen to provide that for him.

Of course, you love seeing him become a desperate slut, begging for you. Just to be cruel, you'll sit him on your lap, not even bothering to move your hips, much to his despair. You tell him to be a good boy and ride you, which he whimpers to, but he eventually moves his hips, and before long he's bouncing on you, moaning like a whore. Your pretty whore.

He looks so adorable wearing that maid's dress, especially seeing as he has a tentacle pressing into his prostate, the bulge becoming quite evident through the cottony fabric. When you finally deem that he's had enough, he does the honors and lifts the skirt for you, his pathetic cock leaking pre-cum as he silently begs for you to hurry up.

You love using his mouth for your own pleasureーshoving your leaking sex into his mouth, not caring as he lets out muffled groans and whimpers, they just spur you on even more. You've long since suspected that he actually enjoys it, seeing as how he grips your thighs so eagerly. He's so happy to swallow up your release, making sure to slurp up every single drop.

Diluc once spent a whole day with a vibe buzzing away inside of him, with you watching his every move. Thank goodness he didn't have to go out too much that day, but the few time he did were absolute torture. You'd send him a knowing smile while twirling the remote around in your hand, occasionally pushing up the level higher. And he doesn't even get the relief of relieving himself, otherwise, he'll get a punishment.

He's gotten fucked by you more than once after everyone has left the tavern, so there's no one to see the mighty Diluc Ragnvindr being reduced to a moaning and drooling pervert who enjoys being fucked like a whore. You'll even jerk his cock in tune with your thrusts, unraveling him even further. Afterward, he'll have to clean up the mess that he made, since it is his tavern after all.

ー 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

Kaeya's such a fucking horny ass manーhe's down to do anything with you, even if it means that you have him bent over the nearest countertop, then so be it. He'll be sure to tease you lots, however, such as pushing his ass upwards and wiggling it around just to be a tease. He's just asking to be punished.

He's gotten so many punishments because he's touched himself without permission. The man has a higher-than-average sex drive, so he's bound to jerk himself off sooner or later. That and he does it purpose, smirking at you as his hands jerk up and down on his leaking erection.

It's commonplace for him to get absolutely railed by your tentacles, and you don't exactly show him mercy. The moment the current tentacle has finished having its way with him, you slide another in, ignoring his hushed whimpers, as he's being milked dry yet again. Yet he seems to be enjoying it, from the way he's wiggling his ass like that.

Since he's such a whore, you don't have any qualms about harshly bringing your hand down upon his ass, and you won't stop there, continuing to spank him until his ass is completely sore and reddened. Even if he begs for you to please slow down, that he can't take it anymore, but you won't stop until he's become a lewd mess just from his ass being abused like this.

You've fucked him hard until he's become like a slut, telling you that he can keep going, that he loves your cock/strap so so much, and he wants it so badly in him. The way his eyes roll back into his head and how he shamelessly drools is good enough validation for you to fuck him until he can't go anymore.

Kaeya's been made to walk around after you've slipped an eager tentacle inside him, and a rather big at that. It was technically his idea at first, so you obliged, wanting to see how long he can go before he breaks. He takes you upon it, and he's rather good at holding in his moans as the tentacle continues to ravage him, but he does let out the occasional moan, playing it off like he has a stomachache and not like he's a pervert who enjoys his ass being fucked by a tentacle out in public.

ー 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

Zhongli is quite curious about human customs that he's never heard of or tried, so he's all that more curious when you suggest that you take the lead this time and that he can just lie back. Little does he know that you have much more planned for him than just "taking the lead"; you'll absolutely break him.

You love milking him by shoving a vibrating dildo up into his ass, all the while tweaking his nipples and jerking off his cock, whispering filth into his ear, about how he's really lewd for enjoying something like this, and he can't even push you away, since you took the liberty of tying his hands behind his back. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that he was enjoying the burn of the ropes into his fair skin.

Just to humiliate him, you'll push him to the near precipice of his orgasm, his hushed whimpers and groans filling the air, before you completely stop, his despaired expression becoming adorable entertainment. you tell him that if he wants to cum that badly, then he can use your thighs. He pauses, before climbing up onto your lap, and rutting his hips as your knee presses against his twitching hole.

Having long since acquainted him with the idea of aphrodisiacs, you slip quite the generous amounts of it into his tea, watching as he drinks it all up, unknowing of the predicament he's put himself in. Before long, you've got him bent over the counter, his hips pushing against your crotch, desperate to have you as deep inside of him as you can possibly go.

You'll hold him close to you as you finger him open, his head being thrown back as you utterly abuse his poor prostate, already so close to cumming. And you'll hold it over him as wellーfor a supposed elegant and powerful archon, he's really just a whore who enjoys his ass being played with huh. He can't even deny your words, as he's too busy moaning like the slut he is.

He's too busy clambering onto you, his once stoic face now a red and jumbled mess, as you taunt him for enjoying being fucked out in public, where anyone could walk within a certain radius and see how much a lewd pervert he is. Zhongli knows that this is so perverted and wrong, but he can't even bring himself to tell you to stop, as you slam inside him yet again, fucking him against the wall.

ー 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

Xiao is such a good boy, always wanting to please you and silently putting your needs first, even though his stoic demeanor may not give away his inner thoughts. You can't help but want to spoil him with lots of pleasure mixed in with your affections.

His nipples are just so cute, and they bring incredibly lewd and adorable moans out of him. It's so much fun watching that stoic face of his crumble, and even though his finger tightly grips your wrists, they never make any moves to push you away. You'll even see how much he can cum from just his nipples.

Really, for a vigilant yaksha, he sure enjoys being fucked like he's a slut or something huh? You'll watch him with observant eyes as he grinds his hips down on air, the vibe inside of him buzzing away like crazy, and he bites his lips hard just to keep his adorable noises in. You'll gently caress his head as his eyes look up into yours, silently pleading for you to take it out, that he's cum too much and how it's too much.

Well, since he's your lewd pet to play and toy with, you might as well give him a nice and pretty collar for him to wear. Of course, he won't have to wear it out in public, just when you're fucking his brains out until he passes out. It does help, especially when you want his mouth on your sex, or when you just want to be extra sadistic when fucking him.

He melts for any praise you give him, especially when it's mixed in with some degradation, but you make sure to add in some loving words when you're fucking him like this. He's your adorable pet, your precious slut, and he eats up those words eagerly. Xiao especially loves it when you give him an adoring grin while you're praising him for doing a good job.

Xiao usually attempts to cover up his moans when you're jerking him off, ashamed at how good he's feeling from just your hand, but you won't let him. You'll grip them tightly while jerking him off even faster, and even leaving a wake of kisses and hickies upon his neck, effectively breaking his concentration as he lets out the cutest and lewdest moans.

ー 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

Childe is so down for anything, eagerly looking up to you as he spreads out his hole for you to play with, just thinking that this will be a one-time thing, and he'll be back on top in no time. Jokes on him, you plan to keep him like this for as long as possible.

He took it up the ass once and got addicted to the feeling of being so damn full, and how well you fucked him until he left drooling and dazed, too fucked out to even move. He's left with heart eyes as he asks if you can fuck him like this from now onーhe'll let you fuck him like this just so he can feel so damn full again.

Feel free to choke and degrade him while your hips piston into his, or when you have tentacles making an absolute mess of him. He's really just a filthy slut, getting a boner from being fucked in the ass and choked like he's a common whore. He's too busy drooling and groaning to even respond to your harsh words.

You'll use him however damn well you please, especially that filthy mouth of his that only spills egotistical words and all sorts of nonsense. Even after you've cum for the nth time into his mouth, you won't let him go, wrapping a leg around his head and keeping him snug until you feel that he's had enough.

Childe will do anything in public to tease you and push you past your breaking point. What he didn't expect was for you to drag him off and practically fold him in half, his knees being pushed back onto his shoulders, before you slam into him without any restraint, not caring about his choked groans or hissed apologizes. If he wants to act like a brat, then you'll treat him like one.

He's a fucking pervert who gets off to you being able to beat him up in a fight, the whole rush of everything making his hormones act up and heat flowing down south. When you finally kick him down and stomp a foot on his chest, he's ecstatically grinning up at you, a bulge very noticeable and a wet patch already forming.

ー 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅

Dainsleif craves the emotional intimacy behind each of your late-night sessions where your hips piston into his, and you whisper words of encouragement and praise, as well as some words of filth that keep him red and embarrassed for the rest of the night.

It's so much fun watching that pretentious face of his crumble, as you palm his growing erection and teasing him for it, as he grits his teeth to keep his humiliating moans and groans in. Of course, you won't let him keep those adorable noises in, so you'll abuse every one of his sensitive spots until he spills them out.

When you're jerking him off, as you watch his face contort into one of pleasure, you'll get it in you to tease and ask him if he jerks himself off thinking about you violating him like this, and as your fingers brush against his nipples, his groans becoming slightly high-pitched for just a moment. You take that as fuel to taunt him about how he even uses his nipples like a perv huh.

He's honestly okay with you using him for your own pleasure, even his mouthーhe eagerly opens his mouth up when you hold your leaking sex near it. He's so happy to please you, and if it means that you'll use his mouth as your cumdump, then he'll oblige. He even swallows up your release, lapping up any juice that falls from his mouth.

Just to be cruel, you'll hold him down while you watch and see how either how deep he can take a tentacle before he breaks, or how many he can fit inside of him before they milk him dry. It's always so fun since you can see his stoic face become a red and drooling mess. Hell, you'll even make him walk around like thatーhis ass being stretched out and used as they press into his prostate over and over. It's so cute watching him stumble and wriggle his hips in an attempt to relieve himself.

Dainsleif has to get used to you overloading every one of his sensitive spotsーabsuing every single one of them while you watch with sadistic interest. His nipples being abused by vibrators that you taped onto them, his poor cock being stomped on by your foot, and his cute hole being stretched out by eager tentacles that fill him up to the brim, and since he can't cover up his moans, he's spilling them out. His eyes are completely hazy, as nothing but pleasure given by you, fills his every vein.

ー 𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀

Tohma's just like a puppy, always eager and waiting for your hands on his body, to push him past his limits, and to play with him until you've completely milked him dry. He happily soaks up your attention and lets you do whatever you want to him, because of how much he adores you.

He acts like a bitch in heat when he's finally gotten a dildo or tentacle slipped inside of his tight assーhis tongue sliding out of his mouth with a lopsided grin as he pushes up against it, trying to get it inside of his ass as deep as possible. Dear lord if you shove more than one inside of him, his eyes are rolling back into his head as you spread him out.

You've jerked him off in the deserted alleyways of Inazuma, as you warn him not to let out even a single moan, otherwise, an even bigger punishment will be in session. He's already whining, but the sudden and harsh squeeze you give to his cock shuts him up. But his lips hurt from how hard and how much he's bitten them, and his eyes are watering from the onslaught of pleasure your hand is giving him.

Tohma has to get used to you groping his chestーat first he laughs thinking that you're just having fun. But soon it devolves into you full-on playing with his nipples, your hands had slipped under his shirt long ago. You make sure to tease him about the very obvious bulge showing through his pants, and how he's really a pervert for getting off to having his nipples being played with.

He's really a giant pervert huhーyou've barely slipped your fingers into his quivering ass, and he's already become a moaning mess. His back arches as your fingers reach his prostate, begging for you to please slow down, it's too much-! All the while you're commenting about lewd he is for enjoying this.

You make him ride you facing you so you can see all of his lewd expression as you reach his deepest parts. He's the one wiggling his hips, grinning teasingly, but after you've wrenched several orgasms out of him, he's desperately rolling his hips, begging you to please speed up, he wants more. And how can you deny such an adorable face?

ー 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

Kazuha is just too cute for his own good, and you can't help but want to defile that cute face and body of his. He just looks so damn adorable when he's sobbing and moaning while you push him past his limits.

It's pathetically cute to watch him unravel just from you playing with his nipples. He attempts to hold in his cute moans while you fondle and pinch them but to little avail. He can't even bring himself to make you stop, only whimpering out half-hearted pleas for you to stop, that he's gonna really cum, but that just drives you to tweak his nipples even further.

He always seems to respond to the aphrodisiacs quite well, seeing as how he's reduced to a lewd and drooling mess within a certain amount of time. Sometimes you'll fuck into his cute hole, and see how many times he can cum with the aphrodisiacs in his system. The results always leave you pleasantly surprised, seeing as how he's left as a moaning and twitching mess afterward.

Sometimes, when your tentacles are busy playing with him, you'll hold him down while your other hand shoves them completely inside of him. He won't stop sobbing and moaning and begging for you to please pull them out, that he's so full, and that he can't stop cumming. You're too busy admiring the tummy bulge that you caused, while he's attempting to soothe himself by rolling his hips.

You can't help but fuck him harder when he peeks at you with tears forming in his wavering eyes. He just looks so lewd and adorable, and his tears are just extra fuel for you to fuck him into the mattress until you've practically milked him dry.

It's always so fun to press your foot down on his leaking erection, while he's drooling and staring up at you with pleading eyes. Kazuha lets out the cutest whimpers and whines when you pull away, as he begins to hump your leg like a dog in heat, attempting to not only tug you back but to reach his orgasm. Quite fitting for your lewd pet.

ー 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

He's such a fucking brat; always acting so high and mighty and overall just being a little moody shit. So you might as well use that as an excuse to carry out constant punishments and punish your cute brat.

Scara looks so cute like thisーhis arms tied behind his back as he's forced to have his legs open, letting the tentacle fucking up into him have even more access to his tight ass. Even with his hissed curses and harsh glares, even you can see how much he's enjoying his punishment. How lewd.

More often than not, you shove more than one tentacle into his tight hole, not paying too much mind to his choked squeals as each and every one of them slam themselves into his prostate, abusing it even after he's cum so much. In fact, they seem to enjoy stretching him out, eagerly squirming inside of him as he's constantly being pushed over the edge.

Even when he's riding you, his hips rolling as he attempts to reach his orgasm like the lewd pet he is, you make sure to abuse his pleasurable spots. His nipples work wonders on his pleasure, and you're sure to tug on them harshly, suck on them, and even bite them, and from the way he drools and moans, he's damn well enjoying it.

Scaramouche has to get used to you playing with him in a more secluded area just after he sent his underlings off in a rather harsh tone. Unbeknownst to them, his prostate is being abused by the cute little tentacle squirming around and burying itself deep inside him. So much so, that as soon as they leave the two of you alone, he's brought to his knees, drooling and pushing his thighs together.

Since he's such a pathetic brat, you fuck him hard, spanking him hard enough to leave behind a handprint, and if he cums from just that, you start calling him such a pathetic slut who cums from being spanked. He tries to refute that he's not, but a particularly harsh thrust to his prostate has him letting out lewd high-pitched moans and his thighs twitching.

ー 𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Aether is just so preciousーhis adorable body and face that you want to violate until he breaks, and be able to rub his head and call him a good boy after he's cum for the nth time that night. everything about him is just so cute.

He's such a soft baby, always innocently peering at you through his lashes, with pearly tears already forming in the corners of his dewy eyes. You make sure to pepper his face with kisses, telling him how pretty he is, that he's such a good boy and good boys deserve rewards.

You've dressed him up in so many cute outfits, especially having him wear a sexy lowcut skirt that leaves little to the imagination. It gives you a nice view of his plump ass and his quivering thighs. If he tries to hide his red and embarrassed face, you pull away his hands from his face and reassure him that he's the goodest and cutest boy in the world.

When you push his knees to his shoulders and begin to jerk off his cute little cock, he's gone. Aether lets out the cutest moans and whines as he's being brought to multiple orgasms by just your hands. Lord help him if you shove a tentacle into him, he's making the lewdest ahegao as his tongue slips out.

As you hug him from behind and spread his legs open, the tentacle that prods his hole begins to slip inside of him. You pepper his cheeks with loving kisses as he's being fucked by the slimy appendages, and your fingers tweaking his pink nipples. He cums with nearly every movement you make, becoming a cum-covered mess after a good amount of time.

Aether has gotten used to you pulling him into the nearest vacant room and bending him over the closest surface and forcing him to keep his lewd moans in unless he wants everyone to see how much of a pervert he is for enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in. He tries so hard to form any words of denial, but you just shut him up by angling your thrusts straight into his spot, drawing out even more moans and high-pitched whimpers.

[you-fuckin-judas]

Young Royals : The importance of physical touch [P2]

The first part of this was very well received, and for that thank you!

I've been reading everyone's responses and the tags and I'm very happy that so many people enjoyed what I had to say? You're all very kind and for that I thank you 💜

If you want to read that first part you can find it here

OKAY I couldn't fit all my favorite moments in the last post, so let's continue on!

Consensual physical touch [continued]

What are we going to do? [ Season 1 Episode 6 ]

They have just been HIT by a HUGE amount of stress and trauma, and the first thing they do when they are alone is break the barrier of space. They are both more at ease and willing to figure things out if they can have the comfort of touch from the other.

This season they had been lit with a lot of soft golden ambient light, and this is one of the scenes when shit gets real and scary. To have the lighting change also, really sets the mood for what is going on.

But we never lose the feeling of the touch we got when we did have the golden light, even though things are getting intense their love is still the same.

are you..are you okay? [ Season 1 Episode 2 ]

OKAY there's a lot to discuss here because it's a back and forth test between the two of them.

We have first, the jump scare which walks us RIGHT into the first touch of their hands. Which Simon is leading, and really trying to figure out if things are going the way he thinks they are.

Which starts well, until they get spotted by Sara, causing Wille to straight up panic and run, which causes Simon to also panic and follow.

I've heard quite a few people say the first kiss was awkward and uncomfortable to watch, and I'll tell you what if you've never tried to kiss someone when you aren't sure? It's terrifying. and awkward.

You're jumping into the ocean and it's pitch black and you aren't sure if the other person is gonna help you swim or if they are gonna drown you.

In this case Wille takes a little too long to respond and Simon tries one more time, really REALLY trying to see if he's right or not.

Once Simon realizes, hey this doesn't feel like a two way road, he panics and tries to leave. He doesn't push Wille, he understands that he isn't responding so he immediately tries to fix it. But Wille grabs him and begs him to stay, realizing finally at that point what is happening.

Again, breaking the separation of space between them trying to communicate that he essentially messed up.

He brings Simon closer, not immediately, but slowly to show him that he does understand now and that he is willing to see where it goes. He doesn't say it. He's showing it.

This is where our beautiful unspoken language of consensual physical touch is at, they have broken the barrier of space and stay in this INTIMATE tight space for a decent amount of time to get their bearings.

To understand that yes this is something both of them want, even if it took Wille just a bit longer to figure out.

AGAIN shout out the intimacy coordinator because I could feel the heat of embarrassment and anxiety off this scene and it was so real it made me need to take a lap around my house.

Simon let's Wille initiate the kiss, he's already tried initiating twice and failed he's not about to push it. He stays exactly where he's at, he wants Wille to communicate physically that it is in fact actually a two way road.

jag älskar dig [ Season 2 Episode 6 ]

This scene is so INTIMATE and personal again, I feel like we shouldn't be allowed in the hall with them. Simon is finally telling Wille he wants to be with him, regardless of if he's a secret or not at this point.

That he loves Wille. AND HE SAYS IT. This is a rare occurrence where Wille has felt Simon love him but for once he actually needed to hear it.

This is also a rare occurrence where we get a very physical emotional reaction out of Wille : the breath of relief, the glossy eyes, the clinging to Simon.

We still have people who can see them from the hall, so we aren't going to get what we assume would be the most wholesome kiss we would ever see.

But the build up to it is there, it's very similar to the scene in season 1 episode 5 when they are in Simon's room. They aren't ever breaking physical contact, regardless of who's watching because that is how special this moment is to them. They are communicating without speaking.

That this is all they want, bringing themselves back in again to this really tight intimate space.

Sharing breath.

Faces mere inches apart.

Just for the sake of being together. It's beautiful. And I absolutely wept watching it.

Thank you for not leaving me alone with this. [ Season 1 Episode 6 ]

This is their first real intense test of their relationship and they know it, and it's scary.

The scarier part being they each have to go fight their part of it on their own, but we get this really beautiful scene between them before they part.

Simon is there trying to keep Wille calm and under control, and tells him that he's brave for doing what he needs to for the sake of their relationship.

Again, Simon is really good with words of affirmation but he knows sometimes Wille won't respond to hearing something like that as much as a physical touch.

So it's important he uses not only his love language but Wille's in this instance as well, so he breaks the space and gives a kiss of reassurance, while resting his head against Wille's. Once again bringing us back to that tight intimate space, which has become a safe space for them.

Which Wille immediately responds to pulling him in for a TIGHT embrace, his arms wrapped fully around Simon. I mean he's scared there might be a chance he could lose Simon, and he's literally clinging to the hope that doesn't happen.

This is also different then the hugs we've seen before from them. Usually Simon wraps his arms around Wille's neck, and Wille will wrap his around Simon's waist.

However we have what I like to call an X hug here, which is exactly what it sounds like. We have one arm over one shoulder and the other around the waist and the other person does the same just mirrored.

I personally usually associate this type of embrace with really intense emotions, like wanting to be as close to the other person as humanely possible and TIGHT, and this embrace is a good way for that to be possible.

[for instance if you see someone you haven't seen for a really long time, or if something really horrible has just happened and someone is consoling you]

The stroke of his thumb on Simon's shoulder is also something very tender in this moment I want to point out.

Thank you again for all the kind words on my analysis! I'm really enjoying making them! 😁

[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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[lvnatiq]

Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze.  He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. 

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?”  Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most. 

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

Tag list is open

[tadashiwa]

it has to be you

denki kaminari x reader

word count: 3135

a/n: aaahhh this was fun and it’s my longest work to date!!! i hope u guys enjoy

warnings: sex pollen. mention of alcohol. dub-con (because of the sex pollen). daddy kink. slight size kink. unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT BESTIES). smut. fluff. mutual pining. confession of feelings. i think thats it? let me know if i missed any shordies

11:36pm

dont think about it. dont think about it.

the words helplessly rang through kaminari's head. yet, it was useless. no matter how hard he tried to will his brain away from what he had the absolute privilege of witnessing earlier that day, his brain could not stop. god, he felt like a perv thinking that.

it was supposed to be just another normal night patrol with you. you, his sidekick, his best friend, and the goddamn love of his life. yet, as much as he loved you, what you did today was so stupid. so fucking stupid. maybe it was because he loved you so much that he thought it was so stupid. he didn't really know.

8:42 pm

kaminari was supposed to only be gone five minutes at most. and yet, when you saw the new rising villain, desanctify, trying to break into a church, you didn't wait for him. you didn't call for backup. you went on and fought her on your own. and even when desanctify hit you with her poisonous, seductive, midnight's-evil-twin venom, you kept fighting. and somehow, through your haze of desperate arousal and aching need, you managed to get her in those hero handcuffs. and when kaminari finally caught up to you, my god were you a mess.

a mess that was so painfully attractive to kami.

that goddamn sex spell had absolutely wrecked you. after your agency gave you the rest of the night off, kami carried you back to your apartment. piggy back style proved to be easiest with your state. because, when he held you bridal style, much to his delight, or dismay, you were begging him to fuck you. you kept grabbing at his jacket and looking up at him with those doe eyes. you were distracting him so much he had to flip you around to his back.

you were both so close to your apartment, your whimpers echoing through kaminari's ears like a goddamn siren's song. your head was resting against his shoulder with your hips hovering so closely to his neck and you were still whimpering and kami could almost swear that he felt your core grinding against his back and—

finally. he reached your door.

11:53pm

of course he felt bad leaving you like that, alone in your apartment and so desperately horny you couldn't control yourself. he just figured you.... would figure it out on your own? he got off his shift in seven minutes, he was gonna call you to check in after. he was really hoping the spell had worn off by now. he's not sure he would survive a call with you if it hadn't.

it's not like you had ever shown interest in denki in the first place. sure, you were sometimes flirty and there was that one time you both drunkenly kissed on new years but he never for a second thought it was real. you could have anyone you wanted. surely your hazy desperation for him came out of a place of convenience. he couldn't afford to think otherwise.

finally, his shift ended. as he walked to the subway stop closest to him he pulled out his phone, prepared to call you and check i—

FIFTY SEVEN MISSED CALLS FROM YOU?!?!?!

kami was freaking out. were you okay? were you hurt? what was going on? what if you needed him and he was too late again?

his panic subsided when he saw the texts pouring in from you. well, he was still panicked. just for another reason.

texts of you begging for him were coming through in droves. he lost count of how many times he had to scroll. it was adorable and simultaneously terrifying. it made his blood thrum in his ears and his cheeks get hot.

and there were voicemails too.

voicemails of you whining his name. of you begging for him. telling him how badly you wanted him to make you cum. god.

surely this had to be a prank, right? you had to be messing with him. he called you, just like he said he would, expecting you to be laughing hysterically on the other end.

except you weren't.

you were still whining desperately for him. how your own fingers werent enough. how you needed his cock inside you or you think you might die.

kaminari genuinely felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. there's no way, right? he couldn't. you're not thinking straight. you didn't mean that. but you almost sounded like you were in pain. he was sure everyone on the subway could hear how hard his heart was beating.

"kami—they.. they said that... ngh—they said that it only—hah—only goes away if so-someone makes you c-cum—shit!"

all the color drained from his face.

"it—it has to be you."

12:31am

despite every nerve ending in his body absolutely reeling, kaminari found himself standing at your door. the same door he stood at all those times when he came to pick you up on your way to the agency. the same door he stood at when he made sure you got home safe when you were drunk. the same door he used as a shield from the unknown, the intimacy that made all of your flirting and side comments real.

he knocked once. twice. no answer. his fingers drifted down to the knob itself and gave it an experimental twist. unlocked.

he knocked once more. still no answer. then, with every ounce of courage he could muster, he let himself in. the shield was gone. the barrier was crossed. there he was, standing in his apartment, and you were deadset on fucking him.

"y/n? i'm here.... you uh... you didn't answer so i just let myse—" his call out to you is cut off by quite possibly the most pornographic moan he had ever heard.

it was almost as if his body was in a trance as he walked towards the source of the noise. the moans weren't stopping. denki was already hard at the sound of them. to make matters worse, your bedroom door was open and—

holy shit.

kaminari had seen his fair share of early morning sunrises. his fair share of cherry blossoms. he'd seen plenty of girls who he was convinced were the prettiest girls on earth. but you, you were breathtaking. genuinely ethereal. kaminari had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life. he didn't think he would ever again.

there you were, in one of his shirts he had let you borrow and nothing else. the pillow between your legs wet with your slick as you desperately dragged your clit against it, looking for any sort of release. one hand balanced you as the other played with your breast, pulling the shirt up to reveal your midsection in the process.

and when your eyes met his, kaminari was sure: this is heaven.

your pupils dilated so large at the sight of him that the y/e/c rings surrounding them disappeared. your bottom lip was pulled tight in between your teeth, your hair a mess. my god. just when kaminari thought it couldn't get any better, you spoke. without breaking eye contact, you whined,

"denki, please."

kami rushed towards you with such a sense of urgency you would've thought that he was a man starved.

"sh-shh-shhh, it's okay. it's okay, i'm here now."

in your sex-crazed daze, you pulled denki onto the bed next to you, his back leaning against your headboard. you were quick to straddle his thigh, almost collapsing at the contact you had craved for so fucking long.

denki didn't think he could possibly be any more turned on than he was in that moment. you held his shoulders in an attempt to balance yourself, dragging your clit over his thigh. you were making a mess out of his hero costume but he couldn't be bothered to care in the slightest. not when the pressure of you against him felt so right. not when he could feel your breath fanning against his ear. not when he was still processing the fact that you said you only wanted him on that phone call. nothing else mattered except the way you moved against him.

where should he put his hands? should he help you? should he take the shirt off of you? yeah, denki wasn't a virgin, but this was his first time with someone he cared about as much as you. he wanted to make you feel good.

you remedied his racing mind when you placed one of his hands on your hip and the other on one of your tits. he experimentally rolled your nipple over in between his fingers and was met by more of your delicious mewls.

you were so close to cumming. the entire situation was so overwhelming. denki smelled so good. his hands were so rough against your smooth skin. the way his eyes flickered between your face and your drooling cunt had your heart racing.

the rhythm in your movements was lost the more worked up you got. it took all the confidence denki could gather to take over for you. he flexed his thigh muscle as he pulled down on your hips to grind you against him harder. you had half the mind to be embarrassed at how loud the moan that was ripped from your throat was.

"'m close, denki i-i'm close—" you whimpered.

"cmon pretty girl—ngh—cum for me. cum all over me like a good girl." denki's raspy, arousal soaked voice was all it took for you to come undone all over him. you threw your head back, exposing your throat that was just begging to be marked. you were begging to be claimed.

little "so good"s and "thank you"s were tumbling from your lips as you came down from your high. god, were you a sight to behold. denki was so painfully hard he wasn't sure if he could take it any longer.

he was half expecting you to come to and ask him to leave.

but you didn't.

you started moving again.

"more, i need more. daddy, please, i need more—"

what did you say?

the title snapped any remaining resolve denki had left. he had to have you.

he gently lifted you off of his thigh and you groaned at the loss of contact. but, your complaints were silenced as he slid down the bed.

holy shit.

all those dreams you had of denki making you cum couldn't even begin to prepare you for when he pulled you forward to sit on his face. you almost came just at the way his eyes met yours. he wanted this just as much as you did.

the feeling of his tongue kitten licking your clit was heavenly. your senses were overloaded with him. the way his lips felt against your core. the way his hair framed his face like a halo. the way his hands dug into your thighs so tight you couldn't even consider moving. you absolutely lost your mind when he slid two fingers into your hole. they were so much bigger than yours. they reached that spot inside you that you couldn't on your own. and when you felt a little spark of electricity on your clit, you were sent tumbling over the edge and into a state of pure bliss.

"kami, kami, fuck, i-i'm cumming!"

he found your pathetic babbles in an attempt to warn him adorable.

surely after you had came all over his face you would snap out of your haze. feel disgusting. ask him to leave.

and yet, you didn't.

"need you. need you to fuck me." you quietly expressed between whimpers.

"y/n, a-are you sure? i don't wanna take advantage of you or anything-"

"yes i'm sure, please! i've wanted this for so long. i need you." your eyes met his as you begged and it, it sounded like you. not like the spell that overtook you. you were desperate, but you were genuine.

kami swore he had never seen someone look so fucking beautiful in his life.

and he couldn't tear his eyes off of you as he flipped you both over, his hips hovering over yours.

while the thought of denki being fully clothed as he wrecked you turned you on more than you cared to admit, you wanted to touch him. you wanted to feel his skin against yours.

denki laughed breathlessly at the way you grabbed at the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. he slid his pants down enough to free his aching cock, the head red and leaking with proof of his arousal.

you don't think you would've torn your eyes away from the way he stroked himself for all the money in the world.

"what, you like what you see?" kami attempted to ease the tension, noticing your stare.

"kami."

"what?"

you pulled his head down to meet yours as your lips connected in a kiss. not a drunken new years eve kiss. not a kiss of desire and convenience through your sex crazed daze. a real kiss. a real fucking kiss. he whimpered into your mouth at the intimacy of it all.

god, he was in love with you.

he slid the head of his cock over your slit, gathering your juices. shy, his eyes met yours.

"are you sure?"

"yeah."

the feeling of him sinking into you drove both of you mad. he was so big. bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken. and you were so, so, so goddamn tight. the room was silent apart from the sound of your tangled whimpers and moans. 

he looked down to where your bodies met and, oh man, was it a beautiful sight. your hips looked so small compared to his one hand holding you in place. it felt as though your tight little cunt was made for him. 

“princess, look at it. look at how good you take me.” you opened your eyes through the pleasure mixed with pain and he was only halfway in. how the hell was he so big? you moaned at the sight of him sinking into you. “can i keep going, babydoll? you gonna take daddy一ngh一take daddy all the way like a good girl? cmon, princess, you’re doing so good.”

denki was always a talker. he was funny. he was flirty. he was kinda stupid. but you never expected that his words could get you impossibly hornier. in that moment, all you wanted to do was please him. “daddy, keep going, keep going please. i wanna cum all over your cock, please.”

with the way you begged for him to fill you up, denki didn’t think he could wait to feel himself bottom out. he buried his head in your neck, pushing in until he was fully sheathed inside of you. god, he sounded heavenly.

“fucking shit, doll. how are you so tight?” your pussy held his cock in a vice grip. his best girl, making him so proud. 

“denki, denki,”

“what’s that?” his hand on his hip drifted up to your jaw, gripping your chin and leading you to look into his eyes.

“mmh--daddy,”

good girl.

“daddy, ‘m gonna cum, wanna cum so bad,”

“pl-please don’t! i wanna cum with you, if that’s okay? please don’t cum yet.” it was almost cute how his attempt at dominance faded as he begged you. the idea itself sounded heavenly. 

“yeah, yeah, okay, just--please move. please.”

denki placed his hand holding your chin on the bed next to you as he pistoned his hips in and out of you. a moan was torn from your throat as denki’s eyes rolled back into his head.

his pace didn’t increase as he smiled at how your face contorted impossibly hotter.

“you like that? huh? you like when一shit一you like when daddy fucks you nice and slow?”

in all honesty, denki hated how slow he forced himself to fuck you. he just wanted to hear you beg.

“faster!”

“then beg for it.”

you rolled your eyes as you decided to ruin denki just as bad. “daddy, please, please, please fuck me, i’ve wanted your cock for so long i just need you to fuck me! please, i’ll be good, i swear! I need you to fuck me like i deserve. like your bad little girl. please!” 

the direct eye contact you held as you begged him drove kami feral. you smirked as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“haah一whatever you want, angel.” denki’s hips slammed in and out of you faster than your brain could process. the sounds of skin meeting skin mixed perfectly with the sound of his breathy little moans and you screaming his name.

kami wrapped one of your legs around his waist, the new angle making his cock stroke that spot inside you just right. kami knew he struck gold when he felt the way you gripped him impossibly tighter.

“yeah? ‘s that the spot? ‘m i making you feel good? tell me im making you feel good.” deep down, you both knew that his words came from a spot of needing to please you. he masked his insecurities with a false sense of dominance. for his sake, you pretended not to notice.

“yeah! god, yeah, right there. god you’re making me一hnngh一making me feel so good.”

“shit, doll, ‘m getting close.” denki’s forehead met yours as one of his hands wrapped gently around the column of your throat. 

you were a goddamn wreck. you needed his cum inside of you so bad. the decision to tell him so proved to be the straw to break the camel’s back.

“cum for me, daddy. cum inside me. please.”

with that, kami gave one, two, three, half hearted strokes before cumming deep inside you. the feeling of his cum filling you up snapped the coil building inside of you. you squirted all over his cock as his pelvis bone dragged against your clit. denki didn’t have any strength left in him left to do anything but whine at the sight. 

2:18 am

you’re not sure when either of you collapsed in sleep. yet, when you woke up an hour later, you felt like you had been hit by a car.

you stood up and tried to waddle to the bathroom, but you almost fell to the floor as you attempted to move. Denki heard the squeak of your mattress as you flopped back down. 

“where--where are you going?” denki asked you, sitting up. his raspy voice was so hot. god, was it everything this man did? did he just live to make you horny?

“i need to pee.”

“then go pee.”

“i--i can’t walk.”

denki stared clueless through the dark. why couldn’t you walk?

oh. 

his face turned bright red.

“do you, uh, need… help?” he sensed more than saw you nod. he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked around the bed. he collected you in his arms as he supported your weight and walked you to the bathroom door. in the bathroom light, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the hickeys littering your neck.

he waited outside the bathroom until he heard the faucet turn off. you slid back into his arms as you opened the door.

it was like you belonged there.

denki wanted to say something. he wanted to ask. he had to know. did you really want what happened? was it a one time thing? were you mad at him? he was terrified of you asking him to leave. 

“denki, what?” you asked quietly as you both walked back.

“huh?” 

“i know you’re thinking about something.” you both sat back on the bed.

“no i’m not! i’m all good.” he smiled and scratched the back of his neck. 

“denki, i know you. talk to me.” you put your hand over his in the dark. god, you were not making this easy.

“it’s, i just, what was that? did you want that? did i take advantage of you? are you okay?”

“denki.” 

“was i okay? are we ever gonna do that again? i mean, i’d like to but not if you don’t want--”

“denki.”

“do you even know how i feel about you?”

“denki.”

the raise of your voice was gentle. you weren’t mad. it sounded like you were smiling. you turned your head to face him. he could see your eyes sparkle through the dark.

“i don’t regret anything about what we just did. you didn’t take advantage of me. i’m okay.  that was the best sex i’ve ever had, and honestly, i’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

denki let out a breath he didn’t know that he was holding. “wait, what was that last part?” you could hear the tease and smile in his voice through the dark.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.” your voice was small.

“oh. me too.” his voice was smaller.

you were quiet for a few moments before you both gathered everything left inside of you as you turned to face each other.

“i’m in love with you.” you said in tandem.

you both were too shy to do anything except stare at each other and smile.

“you mean that?” he asks.

“yeah. do you?”

“yeah.”

he leaned forward to capture your lips in a sleepy kiss. he missed the first time, and his lips landed on the space between your lips and your nose. you both giggled.

not to sound cliche, but the kiss was magical. you felt like you did back in UA, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how kami called you gorgeous that day. you felt like you did when you kissed him that new years eve, those feelings bubbling up inside of you. if denki knew that was how you felt, he would’ve said he felt the same way, just times ten. times a thousand.

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“can i uh, take you out tomorrow night?”

“kaminari, I just begged you to cum inside me and you’re asking to take me out on a date?”

he giggled. “yeah.”

“of course you can take me out tomorrow night.” kaminari licked his lips and smiled.

“good. WAIT-” 

“yes, denki, i’m on the pill!”

he flopped back against the mattress. “thank god!”

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter Two - Gutless

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: Death (murder), brief descriptions of gore, Isla and Jax doing something very illegal

MASTERLIST

The morning sun was beating down upon the pair a little bit harsher now, inducing a sheen of sweat to coat over Jax's forehead.

But the perspiration could've formed as a result of coming to the realization that he'd just blown the brains out of an ATF agent, left his body to decompose on Tara's bathroom floor, and spilled his guts--not even twenty-four hours later--to Isla.

Jax knew that he could trust her with anything--he always had been able to trust her with anything. But there was something telling him that she didn't exactly feel too wonderful about his revelation.

Her arm lifted to run across her forehead, ridding the skin of a few salty droplets.

"What do you mean--"

"I mean I put a bullet through his fuckin' skull and blew his brains out, Isla! That's what I mean."

He ran a thumb over his lips, realizing that he should've kept his tone subdued so close to the main doors of the clubhouse.

"Jesus, Jax." She breathed out, pinching the bridge of her nose as he started to pace quietly. "I--I can't believe you're telling me this."

Well, she could. Really, there wasn't anything she could've put past Jax anymore. And when it came to Tara...The man was an idiot. Always had been.

"Why was Kohn even at her place?"

Jax was fidgety. Uneasy. She couldn't blame him for that, could she? Because he'd just fucking killed a man--but still.

He wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Or did you lure him there or something--"

"Shut up." He growled, grabbing her bicep with his left hand as he pulled her to the side of the building. "Just listen to me."

"I'm listening, Jax, but you don't seem to be telling me a lot."

Realizing that he wasn't offering very much explanation, he nodded. Jax let go of her and beckoned her closer, pleading eyes melting her fucking heart.

"Isla, please." He wrapped his arms around her, minding the bloodied shirt.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ringed fingers splayed over her cheek, pushing stray blonde hairs out of her face. He sighed hard. Exasperated.

"Help me get rid of him--"

"Jackson--"

"I'm not asking you to lug his dead body to the creek and throw him in. I'm just asking you to offer a helping hand and be a lookout or something."

Isla searched his features for a morsel of something that'd indicate Jax was messing with her. But he was dead serious--his face set to neutral, eyes glazed over.

"But--I--what about Cameron?"

"Tara and Chibs have it covered." He murmured, heeding the apprehension sail over her.

She was as strong and willing as she possibly could've been. Isla was consistently the person that Jax and Opie would turn to for advice when it came to their girls, or when they needed to be pointed in the right direction.

But he'd never asked her to do such a thing before.

Her loyalty outweighed her nervousness, however. He knew she'd never say no to helping him with such a matter--but it was still asking too much.

Chibs would've been furious that Jax felt it necessary to beg Isla for assistance during such a time, too. Hell, Gemma would've admonished him for it.

"Where is he?" She mumbled, hearing the clubhouse door open and an irritated grunt sounding from the front of the lot.

Jax held her close to his chest, a hand tracing over the skin of her shoulder that'd been exposed as the shirt fell to the middle of her arm.

"Tara's place." His whisper was monotonous, bordering on lifeless.

"Okay--when do you need to do this?"

He eyed Tig storming from the building and toward his motorcycle, completely unaware of the two conspiring.

"Tonight." His voice came low and gravely. "I'll ride to her place now, and you go home, get yourself cleaned up, do whatever you've gotta do today, and we'll head there--"

"I'm not cleaning myself up. I'm already covered in blood--I don't think I need to destroy another shirt."

"Okay." Jax's lips rubbed together, almost turning upward into a smile. "But don't follow me out, alright? Go tell Gemma that you don't know where I went, and then you take it from there."

"And if Tara asks..."

A gentle kiss against her forehead almost forced tears to collate in her eyes.

"She won't ask--she knows I've gotta do this."

Isla silenced herself, though she nodded and watched as Tig--pissed as hell--rode out of the lot and onto the street.

She guessed that he was still piqued after she and Chibs yelled at him.

And she was still pissed at Jax, but for a different reason now.

This time, she wanted to slap the shit out of the blonde idiot standing before her, requesting help with disposing of a literal dead body.

Isla couldn't quite believe that Jax had turned to her and not somebody like Opie--somebody who would be able to help a little more physically--but she could only assume that it was more of a trust thing.

He had a lot of faith in her and she lauded that. But it also saw her get thrust into some questionable situations.

"You look like you're gonna puke." Juice stifled a laugh as Isla padded in, the bottom of her shirt wrenched between bloodied fingers. "Are you good?"

"Yeah." Instantly, she responded. "I'm fine. I just need to get my purse."

Clay was nowhere to be seen--possibly in the back room with Chibs and Tara--but Gemma's eyes focused on the blonde's form as she strolled across the wood.

"You don't look fine. Come sit for a little while."

"I'm gonna head home--"

"Where'd Jax go?" Gemma cut in, lifting an eyebrow conspicuously.

Tell Gemma that you don't know where I went.

"I don't know." She frowned, sitting on the barstool opposite the woman. "We shared a cigarette, talked about Abel, and then he told me he had to go--where, I don't know."

Did she feel bad about roping his child into their little lie? Yeah, a bit. But it was foolproof. Gemma never would've suspected anything to do with Abel because, really, Jax brought him up to everyone whenever he got the chance to.

"Ah. He's probably headed over to see him. I'll go--"

"I wouldn't." Isla pushed. "He's trying to get some alone time with him. He said that he hasn't really been able to spend one-on-one time with Abel all too much."

Which wasn't a lie. Jax needed to spend those rare solitary moments with his baby because his mother couldn't seem to leave St. Thomas for more than three hours at a time.

Gemma just hummed, turning away.

She knew how he felt. But she was Abel's grandma--she just wanted to know that he was safe and being looked after.

"I'm sorry, that was mean...I just think he's a little confused right now, and could use five minutes with his son."

"No, you're right." She nodded, unable to heed the trepidation flitting over Isla because she felt bad about coming down on Gemma in such a way.

That woman was a Godsend to Jax, his children, and even Isla's family. She didn't deserve to be randomly admonished for wanting to visit her baby's baby. Not after everything she'd done for them.

Well, besides trying to murder the mother of Jax's first born. That was a little fucked up--even by SAMCRO's standards.

But Isla adored her. For everything she had done for her during the time she'd resided in Charming, Gemma was regarded extremely fucking highly in her book.

"Go home, baby. Get some sleep, too--you need to rest."

Isla waved her off. "I'm not tired, just feelin' a little gross."

"I'd bet." Gemma pushed her lips together, smiling as much as she could've. "You go yourself pretty again, and swing by later for dinner."

"Yes ma'am." She mock saluted, reaching for her purse.

Goodbyes between Isla, Gemma, and Juice were uttered for a few moments before the blonde made her way to the door.

Her eyebrows raised inquisitively, urging her to turn back to the duo.

"Gem?"

"Mhm?"

"Was Tig alright?" Sincerely, she asked. Feeling a little guilty about snapping earlier.

Gemma didn't say anything but her head bobbed in confirmation, providing Isla with the answer she needed.

The Irish in her shone through during instances like those. She was brash in her actions, words, and the fact she'd always speak before she thought--but the solemnity with which she would ponder, apologize after making a mistake, was just so plainly Irish.

Isla was kind. Caring. Nurturing. She was everything that SAMCRO was not--but, at the same time, everything that Chibs was. Reliable. Loyal. Committed. A true ride or fucking die.

Everybody trusted her, and nobody second-guessed confiding in her.

And, once again, that had its reparations alongside a multitude of perks.

"Holy mother of Jesus." She cursed, the unmistakable Belfast twang flickering through her brusque tone.

Jax haphazardly pulled the bed-sheet over Kohn's lifeless frame, turning to face his little friend who was, to put it lightly, fucking stunned.

"You sound super Irish when you're mad."

"I'm glad you could recognize that I'm mad at you, Jax." Her eyes never once left the outline of that dead body half on Tara's bedroom carpet, half on the tile of her en-suite.

Getting to her knees, disregarding an incredulous amount of blood decorating the walls and carpets, Isla pulled the floral cover off of Josh.

She sighed. "Why'd you do it?"

"He was stalking Tara--"

"So you just blew his fucking brains out?!" Her shriek was guttural. "Jesus Christ, Jax. And you idiots think that Tig is the one with a trigger problem."

"He does have a problem, and you know that! This was different!" He countered, pulling her to her feet. "This was fucking restitution, Isla!"

"No." Calmly, she stated. Her glare piercing. "This was fucking stupid. Possibly the most idiotic thing that you've ever done, Jackson."

His head shook as he sneered, towering over her. Isla felt intimidated. For the first time ever, she felt an unwavering sensation of overawe whilst in the presence of her best friend.

"He was a bad guy. He had to die."

"But he was fucking ATF! Hale is gonna get your ass, and there's nothing Unser will be able to help you with once he gets wind of this--"

Isla's voice cracked around a small sob. She wasn't even aware of the tears welling in her eyes, but they were there the entire time.

It was the thought of Jax making one incredible life altering fuck up--one that he wasn't going to save himself with a bribe, or the simple luck of a good connection to Charming PD--that was maiming her uncomfortably.

Jax's arms wound around her trembling waist, hugging her tightly against his palpitating chest.

The sheer terror visible in her mannerisms was what frightened him. Isla never seemed to scare very easily--or, at least, she didn't show it.

She was fearless, but she was still human. And he had only seen her crack twice. Both times because of the club, too.

"He was stalking Tara." He reinstated, circling his fingers over Isla's svelte spine. "They dated when she was in Chicago, she broke things off but he was a clingy motherfucker and he wouldn't leave her alone."

"She should've gotten a restraining order or something." She mumbled into his chest, sniffing back tears.

"That's the thing. She did. But he broke it by coming back to Charming, pretending to be setting up shop at the PD with Hale, but he followed her around town for a couple weeks instead."

"And nobody questioned why he wasn't getting anything done?"

Jax's head shook. "He was still working for Chicago--or so he said, anyway--so Hale just assumed any intel for whatever the fuck it was he'd been workin' on was going straight back to the big bosses."

She was struggling to follow on.

It was such a convoluted scenario that Isla never thought she'd become entwined with--though, with Jax and Charming being, well, Jax and Charming, she didn't know why she ruled something of the sort out.

"Are you gonna tell Gemma and Clay--"

"No. This is between us, and Tara."

Isla didn't have the energy to bicker with him again. She didn't want to bicker with him again, truthfully.

"Alright, what's the next move, then? 'Cuz this pig can't stay wrapped up in a sheet for too much longer or else he's gonna start to stink this place out."

Jax situated both hands against crimson coated shoulders, lightly pushing her backward so she could look up to meet his gaze.

"I got a plan. But I don't think you're gonna like it."

His eyes went straight to the lighter atop Tara's bedside table, right next to the pineapple scented candle, and she sighed hard.

The man was so sadistic. It wasn't even slightly discreet anymore, really.

Whereas Clay had always been ruthless, remarkably barbaric toward those who had wronged him--or anyone, really--Jax had more of a moral compass. Not much more, but a little. And that was the sort of thing that tied him straight to JT.

But Clarence Morrow had a much more potent impact on Jax's life, thus the man's foibles ended up transpiring to his stepson.

"This is seriously fucked up."

"I know." He didn't even try to argue, pushing Josh into the small grave he'd spent the last ten minutes digging at the pit of a deep, deep ditch.

Isla's body was below freezing, cold and uneasy at the prospect of potentially being caught, or assumed as an accessory to the murder of a federal agent.

"I'm sorry for roping you into this." Jax stated, almost reading her mind. "I just didn't know what else to do."

She ran a hand over his forearm, resting her head comfortably against navy-cotton covered flesh. "I know."

He didn't expect the woman to douse the dead body in gasoline, set it alight, and wait all night for the corpse to torrefy entirely--but she was there now. There was no reason she shouldn't go to the trouble of lighting the first match.

Tara should be the one doing this, Isla thought to herself as the small stick caught alight. She dropped it atop the sheet, taking a few steps backward when the thing immediately shot up into thick flames.

Jax engulfed her warmly with both arms, holding her tightly as if continuing their prior embrace. It felt safe, unusually so. But, to Isla, it felt like he was scouting for that security more than what she was.

"I can't believe you committed murder for a woman that you haven't seen for ten whole years." She laughed against his sweatshirt, eyes watering. "Is there something going on with you two again?"

"No." Huskily, he responded. "There isn't, and there won't be, either. I just swung by her place to make sure she was alright--I knew she was having trouble with that fucker--and he was there. I had to do it, Isla."

"I know."

She didn't. She did not know. She did not want to know, either. She couldn't fucking believe he'd acted out so rashly, how he was so trigger happy.

Jax was morphing into a different man and she couldn't help but pin that on the club.

"Is she alright?"

"I don't think so." His mumble was barely audible, but she caught it.

Isla squeezed his arm reassuringly, knowing that he felt bad about bringing that sort of trouble to Tara.

"She will be." She confirmed. "She's a strong girl, Jax, she'll be okay."

It didn't kill her to speak positively about Tara, she still held a place in her huge Irish heart--but it was an odd sensation to be mentioning her at all.

Ten years had passed by and Isla wasn't even certain that she was still alive. Her concern for the doctor seemed to dissipate over time because Tara didn't want anything more to do with them, so they didn't try with her.

Maybe it was a pang of jealousy that held her back. She was undeniably envious of the fact that she'd gotten out of town, worked her ass off, and experienced bigger and better things.

But, essentially, everything led back to Charming, and Tara Knowles had ended up falling into that same heap of trouble she left behind a decade ago.

Isla pulled her cellphone from the back pocket of her jeans, groaning when she saw the time.

"We've got an hour before Gemma wants us for dinner. You think this son of a bitch is gonna turn into dust within the next sixty minutes?"

"No." Jax laughed, leaning to his left and propping his head atop hers. "But he'll be unrecognizable in the next twenty."

"Perfect."

It was barbarous. Vile. Inhuman.

Isla's mother would be spinning in her grave if she knew the chaos she'd managed to find herself meshed with. Diane would kill Chibs, too.

She'd kill him for roping her baby into such malice after leaving Belfast. She'd want to throttle the Scottish son of a bitch for welcoming little Isla Áine Telford to SAMCRO, to Charming, to Jax fucking Teller.

They weren't natives to the small town, nor were they natives to California. Chibs had just moved from charter to charter. Continent to fucking continent. And taking his little angel along for the ride wasn't exactly planned until his late wife took her very last breath one stormy morning.

It was the most upsetting thing he had to do, telling his daughter that the woman she looked up to and adored with every fiber of her being wasn't coming home.

He'd been in the army, he'd seen things no man should've ever seen, but the sight of that six year old--teary-eyed and partially cognizant--was something that cut him so deeply, Jimmy O'Phelan's mark didn't seem to scratch the surface of Chib's inconsolable hurt.

"I think we're good now." A little nervous, Isla noted.

She simply couldn't wait to get out of the bitter chill, into a hot shower, and to the dinner table at the Teller-Morrow residence.

Jax surveyed the scene. He crouched down, heeding the flicker and sick crackle of flames engulfing the barely fleshed body.

"I think so, too." He confirmed, throwing her the keys to his SUV. "Get outta the cold--I'll finish up here. K?"

She nodded, clutching the chain close to her chest.

Isla wasn't sure how badly she was trembling until she sat still in the passenger seat, watching the club's VP commit the unspeakable.

Really, she wasn't shocked to find out that Jax was capable of the sort. Burning a man dead was better than burning one alive, and she was thankful that Josh had been put out of his misery before his body was cauterized into dust...Which was more than what could've been said about Kyle Hobart.

She remembered overhearing the club's plans to sear, or slice, the SAMCRO tattoo from the back of that brute once they'd gotten wind of his inability to black it out.

And she would've felt bad about that man getting viciously harmed, if he didn't fuck Opie over and subsequently land him in Chino to serve five years away from Charming and his family.

It was cruel, she knew that. To blowtorch the MC tattoo from the stretch of his back, was fucking cruel. Isla knew that Tig was adept at causing such blistering agony, but she didn't think he would actually go through with it, least of all with such delight.

Isla feared that man sometimes. Clay's right hand, the man who sought to protect her, fucking terrified her because he was so unpredictable. So fast acting.

"He's done." Jax officially confirmed, sliding into the driver's seat. "You okay?"

She was staring off into space, her eyes glazing over at the realization she had just helped dispose of another human being.

"Isla--"

"I'm good." Finally, she spoke. "I just--uh--I just wanna get cleaned up and head to dinner now."

He pinched the keys from a frail palm, sticking them into the ignition. All the while wondering what the fuck he was going to do with the shaken up woman to his right.

Twenty-three years of friendship, and Isla never once thought she'd be involved in such incredulous activity. Jax never thought she'd get hauled into it either, really.

Juice was right. She looked like she was going to throw up, all pale and sickly.

He had done that. Jax was, essentially, the reason that Isla seemed as though she wanted to crawl out of her own fucking skin. Granted, she was already feeling rather discomfited after tending to Cameron's laceration for hours on end--at odds with her father and Tig for that time, too.

But now this...This made Isla feel horrible. Dirty. Disgusting.

"You want me to tell Gemma you're not feeling it tonight?" Jax looked beside himself, noticing her head hanging low as she flared out of the window. "So you can skip seeing everybody--"

"No." Flatly, she responded. "No, I wanna make sure Tig doesn't hate me."

"Why would he hate you?"

"I yelled at him." Isla sounded downcast, sad. "He was watching, being awkward, trying to tell me what dad and I were doing wasn't going to suffice, and I just snapped."

In understanding, he hummed. He knew how irritating Alexander Trager was. Irritating, insufferable, it was all the same.

"He won't hate you for that." Comfortably, Jax rested a hand on Isla's thigh.

She barely felt the ringed fingers gently gliding along her jeans as she shook. It was a tremor, light and unnoticeable to the naked eye, that Jax felt reverberate through his entire body through his palm.

"I don't think he's managed to be pissed at you for more than fifteen minutes at a time."

"Yeah." She mumbled, shifting awkwardly. "Yeah, you're right. I'm too sweet for anybody to stay mad at me--"

"I wouldn't say you were sweet."

She smacked at his hand with a laugh, throwing her head backward as her smile started to fade.

It was bittersweet.

Bittersweet because she was realizing that Tig had pardoned her for being a bitch, but she had also just disposed of a dead body on the side of the freeway.

Bittersweet because, now, there was no clear path for her and Jackson and whatever happened was just going to happen and they had to grin and bear it. Pretend it wasn't eating them from the inside out.

Bittersweet because their families--their family--were currently sat around the oak table in Gemma's dining room, waiting for the pair to waltz in after doing the most heinous.

Bitter. Fucking. Sweet.

"Where were you guys?!" Tig pointed his beer bottle at the duo, heeding Jax's hand in Isla's back pocket.

Of course, to Trager, that was more than just a comfort thing. He didn't know what they had just done--nor would he--but she was going to let him believe whatever the fuck he wanted to as long as it wasn't the actual truth.

"It don't matter." Clay dismissed, gesturing to Jax and Isla's designated spaces at the table. "They're here now. That's all I care about."

Her smile was warm, friendly and welcoming while she sat in between her father and partner in crime. Literally.

Chibs nudged her. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Slowly, she uttered. She reached for the wine glass that Gemma had so kindly laid out for her.

The two blondes made eye contact for a few moments, Jax's crystalline hues completely lifeless. Arid. He nodded toward her, an indication that he was feeling alright.

But Isla...She wasn't. Lying through her teeth was the only feasible means of getting over this. Whatever this was.

"I'm fucking brilliant, dad."

[wornoutmouse]

Day 10: Breath Play

Warning choking

Finding out Hizashi had a choking kink was purely an accident. You knew that he was hiding something from you once you noticed that he never came anytime you two were having sex. But whenever you tried to finish him off after you've came, he would change the subject. Yamada please!" you beg taking hold of his cock relishing at the way his breath hitched.

"I'm fine Y/N, what about you, are you okay? I went really rough." And that would be the end of the conversation. The way you found out was unconventional as well. After an especially chaotic villain attack, Hizashi was tired and you wanted to do something that made him feel good. He was against the idea at first saying, all he needed was to cuddle with you but he could see you were determined. So here you were riding him softly still after you had come 2 times and him none.

As you lightly bounced, you internally screamed as your legs were burning from the amount of time you had been up there. You could feel tears well up in your eyes not only from overstimulation but from your own frustration at not achieving your goal. Hateful thoughts swirled around your brain. They varied from, "Maybe he's messing with me, Maybe he has a high sex drive, Maybe I'm not good enough."

Alone in your thoughts, you accidentally let a small tear slip down your cheek and onto Hizashi's chest. Feeling this, Hizashi immediately halted your hips. Hey, what's wrong sweetness?" his warm hand came up to caress your face while the others halted your hips preventing you from even trying to avoid the subject.

You shook your head and Hizashi frowned, he's known you for a long time and you don't just cry out of nowhere. "It's nothing." you tried to start again but Hizashiś grip wouldn't allow you. "Don't lie to me princess." he coos making you want to cry even more. You wipe your face of tears with the back of your hand and look at him.

"Tell me the truth Hizashi, do I not arouse you anymore?" you ask preparing yourself for the worst. Hizashi's green eyes widen at your bold question. "Why would you say that?" he asks his grip on your hip becoming almost painful. "It's just that, I can never get you to come Yamada." you whine feeling the tears make their way back. Hizashi's heart broke as he watched your plump bottom lip tremble.

"It's not that sweetie." Hizashi starts but he can't seem to make eye contact as his face turned red from some form of embarrassment. "Just t-try again okay, I promise you I'm close." You look at him for a while before rocking your hips again.

Soon you had another orgasm and you trembled as you felt high coming down yet Hizashi still has yet to show any sign of being close. Yes he may be breathing heavily and sweat had accumulated on both of your bodies, but there were no significant signs of him being close at all.

At this point you were annoyed as you frowned down at him trying to go harder. With a growl you gripped Hizashi's neck and squeezed the sides, "Stop lying to me Hizash- before you could finish your sentence, Hizashi's hips bucked randomly out of sync and you were suddenly full of warmth. Hizashi threw his head back with a high whine similar to the one you made whenever he would tease you for long periods of time. His eyes were rolled behind his head and the grip on your hip was searing most likely from broken skin.

None of this mattered as you watched your boyfriend have the orgasm of his life. 'Is that what it is?' you think to yourself. Just to be sure you bounce again and squeezed a little harder. "F-Fuck no Y/N t-to much!" he cried out keeping your hips still. You slowly slide off of him and begin to stroke his hair as you watched his eyes gaze into nowhere. "Yamada.. are you with me?" you ask hesitantly.

Hizashi's eyes trailed over to you as they began to register what they were seeing. As if a switch was flicked Hizashi got up from the bed practically pushing you over as Hizashi pulled up his black sweats and dashed to the closet to grab a jacket. "W-Where are you going?!" you ask following him to the door. His face had become as red as a tomato and for once you couldn't make out the words coming out of his mouth as he muttered to himself. "I'll be back." he replied not looking back at you as he slipped out the door. You stood there in the walkway in silence trying to process what you had just witnessed.

Hizashi didn't come back that night. In fact, he didn't come back till 12 in the morning the next night. You watched as you sat perched in a chair near the closet as he tried to tiptoe to your shared bed. "Where the hell you go?" you asked watching him jump as he turned to where you sat. "Hey, babe, shouldn't you be sleeping?" you rolled your eyes and glared at your boyfriend.

"You were gone, for two damn days, leaving right after sex like some sneaky link, and you expect me to just let it slide!" You walked up to him and prodded his chest suddenly wishing you were taller. "What were you gonna do if I was sleep huh? Get in the bed but be gone once I woke up?!" you could feel the waterworks coming and you cursed yourself for being a crybaby.

Hizashi grabbed your hand and sat on the bed bringing you in between his legs as he hugged you, burying his face in your chest. "I'm sorry." you could hear muffled through the fabric of your shirt. You didn't want to forgive him quite yet, "Sorry for what?" Hizashi buried his face further in your chest. "Sorry for leaving so abruptly."

Hizashi looked up at you, face once again red. " I was just nervous about how you could react." you raise your eyebrow. 'React to your choking kink?" Hizashi wouldn't meet your eyes so you had to take his face into your hands. "Baby I don't care about what your into. I just don't like it if I'm the only one feeling good."

Hizashi sighed into your hands turning his head to place light kisses on your wrists. "I was too embarrassed to face you."  Hizashi wrapped his slender arms around you and pulled you towards them by gripping your ass firmly. You push him back onto the bed and straddle him. "But don't you think you deserve a punishment since you lied to me for all this time?" Hizashi raised his eyebrow with a smirk as if daring you. You lift his shirt up and kiss his neck lightly before moving up to his lips to plant deep kisses onto them.

You trail down licking his adam's apple as you pass it making him sigh as he tilted his head back. You reached up behind his head to undo his bun and watched as his golden hair cascaded down his back. Reaching in between the two of you, you palm him through his sweats making him sigh. Trailing your lips down to his peck giving his nipples experimental licks making them harden.

Hizashi not appreciating the slow pace, flipped you two over and looked down at you. His eyes green as emeralds now resembled that of a predator stalking his prey. "Is this my shirt?" he asks tugging you the long graphic Tee you were wearing. "You left and I missed you." you out moaning as he took your plump lips in between his teeth tugging on them. "As fun as this slow shit is princess, I think we should get this show on the road."

Going onto his stomach he opens your legs and buries his face in your warm heat sighing slightly making your moan from the vibrations. Tucking your panties to the side, he wastes no time lapping up the juices you started to secrete, moaning at the heavenly taste he was receiving on his tongue.

Pulling him up, you bring him in for a kiss tasting yourself on your tongue which should have been disgusting but you didn't care. "Fuck me Hizashi." you gasp not in the mood for foreplay. Hizashi smirks but nods, "Look who's impatient now!" You flick his nose and he playfully sticks his tongue out at you.

Getting footing at the edge of the bed, he holds his member against you, sliding it back and forth between your folds in order to lube it up with your slick. "Baby are you sure? I can still go get some lube" You glare at him through your lidded eyes and he nods finally getting the message.

You groan at the painful stretch you feel but you were so desperate, you start humping anyways. "Fuck Y/N." Hizashi moans as he watches you do most of the work. "I want to be on top." you say getting up to straddle him. slipping his long cock back inside easily.

You bounce not giving him any time for objection. Hizashi grits his teeth as he watches you bounce marveling at the way your chest bounced. Throughout the room, all that could be heard was heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping together.

You could feel yourself getting closer so you reached down and securely wrapped your hand around Yamada's neck pressing gently into the sides of his neck. "Crap!" Hizashi sputters planting his feet on the bed so he could meet your thrusts. "Is this okay?" you ask through your gasps. Hizashi shook his head, "Harder." You squeezed his neck harder.

Mic moaned loudly surprising you, "You really must like this Mic?" you say tauntingly, "Because for once your quiet Zashi!" you gasp as Hizashi slaps your ass and thrusts harder reaching your deepest place. That was enough to push you over the edge as you arch your back as your needy cunt clenched around his dick.

The change in tightness made Hizashi's thrusts stutter and his eyes roll behind his head as he comes deep inside of you, filling you up so much you could almost feel his cum leaking out. You held on for a little longer and let go when you say the start of his skin turning red.

You had no energy to get off so you just slumped over him cringing happy for once that he came inside so you wouldn't have to deal with laying in your own juices. "Thank you for not judging me." Hizashi mumbled. You layed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you swirled a finger on his chest. "Well next time I get to peg you." Hizashi snorted, "Don't push it."

[sugoi-writes]

"I'm a virgin" he blurt it out, in the moment they where about to do it. And s/o froze. Not with a disgusting or grinning, or "are serious" look; more like blank/shocked look on their face. They ask Matsuno to wait a moment and leaves the room. Like in five minutes, they return with strawberries, whipped cream, a sexy playlist, a kamasutra book... a box of sex toys! It appears that s/o thinks he has HIGH expectations of his first time together. "Well, what do you want to do first?" Shyly ask.

OH. MY. GOODNESS. What a prompt! These could turn into a series for each matsu on their own, but I’d like to respond HC style! 

Implied n/sfw ahead! 

Osomatsu

Oh my god, don’t give this man that power.

He would be the type to be completely stupefied the first couple of seconds, like,” wait, really? You’re wanting to try still, knowing this???” 

But once he knows your intention, and that you’re dead serious, this man will exploit that. His stamina will be piss poor at first, but he’d wanna go several rounds with you at a time. 

He would be the type to try something, and if he doesn’t like he, he asks for the next number on the list, and flips the script. He’s mostly vanilla with his desires, but he is a VERY VERY big dirty talker. Once he warms up to different positions and styles of doing The Deed, he will a menace. 

Don’t expect him to back down from any new challenges from you. 

Karamatsu

OH, WHAT A MESS HE’LL BE! He will be super embarrassed to admit he has 0 experience. Like, literally none. 

However, he is a fast learner. He has a few limitations, but can dabble into quite a few things with you (he prefers nothing too hard or painful for either party. But if you’re REAAALLY into it...)

He would be the type to do his own research too, and invest in buying new toys/supplies. He is the type that LOVES to dress up and role-play though. So definitely expect a lot of that. 

Passionate doesn’t even BEGIN to describe Kara. While some siblings will seek out their own selfish desires, he’ll be one of the few that wants to genuinely explore yours. Maybe he can help you get into something you hadn’t even considered before!

10/10, a fucking good boy and a great man.

Choromatsu

He will be SO BLUNT, which is a shocker! He is very into role-play, but with particular scenarios where he is in control, or you cosplaying as a certain character/archetype. 

He can get into ruts of doing the same thing over and over, so remember to help him spice things up. 

He can go. all. DAY. This man is INSANE. Years of training prepared him for this day. 

He may be a bit opposed to trying certain things, especially if it exploits a recessive trait of his... but he’ll warm up to it. He doesn’t like the feeling of being helpless or even small. But, if you can walk him through it, and show him that it’s not bad, he will bend over and beg whenever you call. 

10/10, he could be the filthiest of all.

Ichimatsu

What? You’re joking? With trash like me? 

Give him some time, as he may be a little too stunned to proceed for the night, a little startled by how fast things were moving. 

HOWEVER... a good place to start is body worship, oral, and tamer things like this. 

Ichi likes feeling good, and dreams of making someone feel good... but it’s important to help him feel a bit confident, as he can shy away from this activity if it isn’t straight up his alley or initiated by you. He would probably choke on his own spit if you asked him to be bold. 

But buckle up... you poke and tease him too much, and he just might whip something up that you didn’t know he knew about. He does have a bit of a mean streak hiding in him, if you tempt the beast.

He likes researching in private (why he finds looking into this sort of thing, with you at his side, embarrassing ... you’ll never know.)

He will love to try things you’re into, as he’s pretty laid back and open minded. Just know that if he finds a thing that he’s into, he’ll often want to come back to that if you run out of ideas or if he’s indecisive. 

He will absolutely communicate with you, so no worries. Everything is consensual, and he is the MASTER of aftercare and cuddles. 

11/10, you would bone again

Jyushimatsu

Right here, right now? Whatever I want?

DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM, HE WILL WRECK YOU

Jyushimatsu can be pretty laid back, but he knows what he likes and wants. He has an idea of what he wanted to do in the first place, and will just insist on continuing where you left off. 

He’s very much a “in the heat of the moment” kind of guy, and will often decide things on the spot, with little thought. He just kinda rolls into it. 

You are his number one priority. But god damn if he doesn’t have some sneaky shit up his sleeve. 

He will be the one to straight up get horny in the middle of no where, and be like,” Ahh, are you free right now? Can we try X?”

This man is a machine, and can make you quake once he gets more experienced. 

He’s a little sloppy and overzealous, but you knew that going into this. 

He will most likely be the kind of person to seek risky or new situations with you, and will absolutely take you on the spot if he sees you doing something to intentionally egg him on. I.E- wear his clothes. 

He’s wild and unpredictable, but a fun ride (no pun intended <3)

Todomatsu

I’ve said this once, and I’ll say it again: BRATTY PILLOW PRINCESS. And he fucking knows it. 

He will love to let you think you’re in control, and that you’re helping him explore himself/find what he likes... but he knows exactly what he’s doing. He will pretend to be all shy and cutesy, and will let you do most of the work while he reaps the benefits. 

Call him out on his shit, or put him in his place! He will NEVER admit it, but he likes it when you do. 

He’s most likely the one to tease you with it pretty frequently, and will test your assertiveness and knowledge. Make sure you know your shit before you go down on him. 

He will be an absolute mess under you if you treat him right, though, and will never question your judgement again. He will get very flustered if you try to bring this up in public, tarnishing his confident, cocky attitude. 

He will be the one to do some research into what you like and bait you with it at the worst times.

He’s a great lay, and a pretty caring guy... but still very much a bratty bitch.

Maybe one day I will do these all as stand alone fics. This is a gold mine of a prompt, dear anon!