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[bethebesttoyou]

How to Get the Girl Pt. 2 - Huening Kai

Synopsis: Overwhelmed Kai gets Y/N into a predicament.

pairing: Nerdy! Kai x Mentor! Y/N

warnings: cheesiness, some cursing I think? nothing crazy, bad writing. Mostly a chapter to move along and get to the good stuff >;3

WC: 3.6k

A/N: IM BACK AGAIN.... thanks for so much love on the first part :'3 I didn't expect it to get so much traction but it's got me motivated to write!! Updates might be slow but I will be continuing to write as much as I can!!

Part 1 | Part 2 |

“Okay, you said she was into popular, cool guys, right? Well what do cool and popular guys tend to have?” You were looking through the clothes on the racks, waiting for a response. 

The week had passed by in a flash, you had just finished your last midterm before spring break, and were ready to dive into full coach mode. Kai had felt the same way, seemingly more interested and open than the week before. He had been asking questions all week after your first meeting, making him a bit more out of his shell since. 

“Leather and stuff?” He stood awkwardly in front of the giant mirror, staring at you behind him rather than himself.

“Okay, yeah…”you shrug, “But think. What’s the thing that most girls find attractive?” He looks at the racks of clothes that surround you both, hoping to find the right answer within the stacks of jeans, before you answer yourself.

“Confidence! What makes a guy so hot and attractive, is when they are comfortable in their skin! So we want to make sure that whatever we pick out today, you feel hot in it!” 

He cringes at the thought. And you're not entirely sure why. Kai was good looking, handsome enough to have heard some compliments about it. But insecurity was a disease, a bad habit that plagued the minds of an entire generation. Better to nip it now, you thought. 

“Okay, first lesson!” Your loud vibrant voice fills the corner of the shop, circling around Kai, grabbing his shoulders gently, looking up at him in the eyes, “I want you to look into the mirror and say ‘Kai, you are hot.’” You circle him again, positioning yourself behind him. He looks around the store.

“L-like right now?” 

“Yup.” 

“In front of all these people?” 

“Not asking for a speech, kai. One compliment.” You encouragingly tap his shoulder. 

He sighs, looking at you and then himself through the mirror. You nod, egging him on.

“Kai…you're hot.” he mumbles. 

“Say it just a little bit louder.” 

“Were in a store…” You push him gently and he sighs before clearing his throat. 

“Kai. Youre hot.”

“Yes you are… and with a new wardrobe, you'll be unstoppable.” 

He scoffs, trying to force a smile down before you push him to the fitting rooms. 

“Get undressed, I'm going to find something for you to try on.” 

“Yes, maam.” You hear him mumble and it makes you smile before heading to the floor. 

It had been an hour of trying to find something that called out to him, you would hold it up to him to get some type of agreement, but he practically hated most of the things you suggested. 

The colors are too loud…

The jeans are too bright…

It took a lot out of you to not groan at the rejection. He wasn't wrong, he was just…very picky. 

Your search had finally made it to the end of the store when Kai was finally dressed back in his regular plain white tee shirt and faded jeans. You stare at him for a moment, taking in his stature. The bagginess of his clothes hid any peek of his actual form under, yet you couldn’t necessarily ignore the big broad shoulders he wore, the way his baggy shirt still clung to his chest. 

“Do you work out?” You asked abruptly, not trying to hide the confusion on your face as your head rests on the palm of your hand. 

“Huh? Me?”

You nod, brows still furrowed. 

“Oh, no!” He laughs nervously, waving his hands, “my job just involves a lot of heavy stuff. I'm a roadie? But like for local bands… in bars…” 

“you into bands that much?” 

“Yea…im in one…”

“YOU are in a band?” You ask, your eyes round. 

“Why are you so surprised?” He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“I mean… you're asking for help talking to girls… Band guys usually have a whole roster, you know.” 

“We're not all drowning in girls, you know, and besides I'm doing this to talk to ONE girl… I'm not really interested in having a “roster”. 

“So…she's not into the whole band thing?” 

“I dont know... but I think it's just that we've known each other since we were kids…. She probably still sees me as her dorky friend from high school…” he sighs, leaning against the nearby wall, crossing his arms, and you're not sure what causes you to watch the way his biceps slightly contract under the flowy fabric. 

“And you play drums?” His eyes perk up.

“How did you know?” He cocks his head, a small smile settling on his face, and you have to look away. You feel incredibly small again, the way his gentle eyes look at you with curiosity. They were too honest, too open, they made your stomach flip, you had to turn away. 

“Lucky guess?” you shrug, trying to make the blush on your cheeks less noticeable ,before continuing your rummage of folded sweaters. Your mind suddenly imagines him on stage, the sweat dripping from his forehead, and it's like the dam of ideas finally breaks. 

“Follow me.”

After a couple of minutes of walking around aimlessly in the mall, Kai crashing into you every time you would abruptly stop to look into the mannequins that decorated the windows, you finally found the store you had been looking for. 

“Tada! What do we think?” You say, once you've entered the store. The dark lighting fit the rest of the ambiance, with the dark clothes that hung on the wooden walls, loud music playing from the intercom, and chains that decorated the accessories section. 

“If you're gonna be in a band, you gotta look like you're in a band. You know the drill.” You point over to the fitting rooms, as you start making your way around the tables of clothing. He smiles, rolling his eyes playfully before heading to the back. 

Much to your excitement, Kai had stopped at a couple of articles of clothing that caught his eyes before heading in the small room, closing the black curtain behind him. You make a mental note at the ones he stopped to check before taking him a pile of clothes for him to try on. As much to his dismay, colors worked on him, maybe not as bright as the ones you chose for him at your typical shop but you hoped you guessed his style right, this time. 

And right you were, when he finally stepped out. You don't expect yourself to be shocked at the change correct sized clothes can make, but in a blue striped short sleeve that hugged his upper arms instead of hiding them, his waist finally framed by the shirt, and a pair of black jeans that actually reached the top of the boots he wore, left you staring, frozen at the change in aura. He seemed to enjoy this reaction, pushing up the hair from his forehead, shaking it out and clears his throat, pushing his glasses up and his smile down. 

“Im a genius.” you finally say and he laughs. 

“You like it? I also um… added a necklace for an extra…like…whatever.” 

“Kai… Youre hot.” You exclaim, walking up to him, him finally facing the mirror and his glasses fog up. 

“Do you feel comfortable in it? Not too tight or anything right? We can always go up a size…change to another color…” 

“No… I actually really like it.” He says softly, before smiling. 

You look at him through the mirror. The small smile on his lips as he fixes the shirt, straightening it, before looking back at you, fills your heart with a sense of pride. It always did. This was always your favorite part of the course, having them find themselves, their respective styles that can make them feel like they stand out. Clothing was your favorite way to learn about your clients, how they express themselves, what they want the world to see. 

“You know what you gotta do now right?” you raise your eyebrow motioning to the mirror. He groans looking around again. 

“Y/N…theres actually a shit-ton of people in here…” 

“Just say it quickly then, before someone walks by.” 

“Kai, youre hot.” He says quickly. 

“I didnt hear it well.” 

“Okay, well why dont you do it, since youre so confident…” He scoffs, still monitoring the area. 

“Y/N…” you say with exasperation, getting closer to your reflection in the mirror, “You are so hot. If I could clone you and marry myself, I would.” you finish by sending air kisses towards the mirror, catching glances from other shoppers. Kai watches too, his face bugged with a look of minor annoyance. 

You sigh, “Your turn.” He sighs before nodding. 

“Kai…” he starts and for a bit it looks like he’ll actually take it seriously, “...cant believe youre getting help from somebody so shameless…” He says quickly before running into the fitting room, “Okay! Next fit!”

“Hey!” 

—-

The day begins to dwindle down, the lights of the mall turn on once the sun light no longer luminates up the building. Kai, unbeknownst to him, no longer sounded nervous or scared to say the wrong thing, as the day went by. You were surprised with how far you cracked him open in just two meetings, learning quite a lot about him in the last couple of hours, and for a second you forgot this was a job. You learned that the sweetness that came with him was actually genuine, not just because you were a stranger, that he had the sense of humor of a millennial, often cracking up at the small puns he would spit out, you would have cringed if it weren't for his loud infectious laugh, ripping through the light murmur of the mall, causing you to giggle with him. You watched him beam with pride at the talk of his band, how he hardly realized the bar's emptiness when he was up there, the therapeutic hits, were the reason for the callouses in his hands. You were so entranced by the conversation, you didn't pay any mind to the redness of your face, when he had you feel the callouses, your hands hovering lightly over his large hand. 

“Well kai, i think it's safe to say we've had a successful day! New outfits! New found confidence, well atleast externally, we still gotta learn how to be nice to ourselves.”

You were passing the last couple of shops, Kai had bought quite a lot, seemingly a whole new wardrobe and thankfully was carrying most of the bags, you had helped with the smaller ones. 

“I am nice! I'm just not conceited…” 

“Well, hell! You should be! Everyone should be!” You smile confidently, while he rolls his eyes playfully chuckling. He seems fully comfortable and while you were enjoying this side of him, it was time for the second step of the course.

“Kai…” Your voice now softer, your eyes fluttering up at him, “I deserve a date, don't you think?”

He freezes, still staring at you, as his entire face and neck goes red. You motion for him to continue, but when his lips begin to move and nothing comes out, you decide to help. 

“What would you say if I was Saeri?” 

“I-I dont know…” 

“Kai…” you whisper encouragingly, gaining his undivided attention, “Invite me for a drink.” 

“W-would you like, to um, like um, go for a drink?” 

“Yeah! Id love to! Where to?” 

“Oh! Um… Oh okay. Come on.”

“No Kai, no girl is gonna go with you if you say come on…” you grab his hand pulling him back, laughing lightly, “tell me where we're going, tell me the place is cool and just be yourself! Be normal, like you're asking a friend.” 

He breathes out, seemingly preparing himself, before nodding. 

“Ima start over…” you nod, fixing your hair, starting over the scenario.

“Well todays been a successful day! I think I might get going its a little late…” You smile teasingly, before slowly walking away, “Wow, such a long day, Im just so thirsty…” 

You're still walking ridiculously slow, waiting to be stopped, any moment now. But it never comes, and when you've realized you've gotten quite far, you roll your eyes and turn around, only to see Kai, speaking to an unfamiliar couple. He seems to be caught off guard, you can hear the echo of his stuttering and you take it as a sign to join the conversation. 

“Hey…” You say trying to make eye contact with Kai, but his eyes are set on the couple and you dont ignore the glare he has fixed on the guy. 

“Well, hello!” the guy says rather sarcastically, “Would you look at that…Little Kai has made a little friend… Youngsoo, Im Kai’s older cousin,” he earns a bump from the smaller figure’s shoulder, their hands intertwined,“this here is Saeri…and you are?” 

The mention of the name has you whipping your head back to the frozen state of the tall man standing behind you, his stare flicking between the woman in question and the image of their hands locked. 

“Hi…Im-um-Im Y/N… Nice to meet you both!” You extend your hand, shaking the tall stranger's big hand, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome, almost intimidating so, with his black short hair slicked back, and black eyes sweeping a quick look of the entirety of you, making you feel the urge to cover yourself up. His physique though, took most of your attention, with his sweater clinging onto his entire torso. Saeri takes your hand next, her soft hand gently holding onto yours, as she shyly greets you. And wow. You understood the desire kai seemed to have for her, her breathtaking appearance had you quite noticeably entranced. Her soft brown hair reached her shoulders, eyes as brown as Kai’s, lips plump and soft, every feature perfectly fitting her face. 

“Its nice to meet you, Y/N.” Her smile seemed mostly genuine and sweet, “And you know Kai…how?” 

“Oh, we were just-” 

“Ahh sorry, where are my manners…this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” You feel a hand slip through your hands, squeezing tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to feel the tension coursing through them. Your eyes widen, staring at the interlocked hands, and then back at the once stumbling character of Kai, no longer shy and nervous, but now full of anger. 

Girlfriend!? 

You wait for him to look back at you, to motion a ‘what the hell is going on?!’ look but the smug face on Youngsoo keeps his full attention, probably forgetting that the object of his desires is in front of him as well. 

“This is your girlfriend? L-like she agreed to BE your girlfriend?” 

You can't help but make a face at the comment, what the hell is this guys problem?

After a moment, he can only laugh in shock, seemingly unconvinced.

“Well, I mean, congratulations… thats like what? Your first girlfriend ever?”

“Youngsoo.” Saeri, who looked embarrassed and sorry, looked at Kai's face, which had been trying really hard to not drop in disappointment. 

“Oh, come on…Just teasing… we're all friends here! Right kai?” 

“Kai…I didn't know you had a girlfriend…H-How nice!” Her smile doesn't meet her eyes as the first one she offered, and yet you didn't read much into it, more distracted by one of your rules, officially breaking in front of you.

“Yeah. It just happened…r-really sudden..” You squeeze his hand, earning a groan from him, stopping him from cementing the lie further and further. 

“Well! Um… Its a good thing you still have your plus one! Y/n, I'm sure he has told you about the trip this week?” 

You turn to him, when he softly squeezes your hand, his eyes surprisingly vulnerable and desperate. You only nod begrudgingly. 

“Um…yes! Right! The trip!” You chuckle awkwardly. 

“Great! So can you come?!” 

“Oh I dont think-” 

“Its so last-” 

While you and Kai try to make some type of excuse, Youngsoo lets out a judgmental laugh. 

“Oh come on, Saeri! Youre setting him up…Kai will probably bore her to death after a couple of hours…let alone for a week…No offense, lil cuz.” 

“And I'm assuming you're the life of the party?” you ask, already growing tired of his sly comments. 

He shrugs, a smile playing on his lips. 

“We will be there, actually. Count us in!” Kai disrupts the tension, and you can't help but again, stare at him in shock. Saeri and Youngsoo dont seem to notice, as Saeri cheers lightly and Youngsoo rolls his eyes. 

“Really?! That's great! The group is gonna be so happy to see you again Kai! Y/n, they're gonna love you! I'll have you guys added to the group chat, Kai I'll text the details, ‘kay?” She leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, before making eye contact with you, and instead rubs his shoulder gently. 

“See you there, little kai…” Youngsoo says, his smugness coming back, his smirk pissing you off. 

Once they're gone, Kai and you stand in silence. Frozen by the absolute mess that is about to come. You quickly separate your hands. 

“What the fuck, kai.” 

“I'm so sorry.” 

“You broke the rule, dude.” 

“I just- he’s just...” 

“No yeah, hes a fucking asshole. And Saeri?” He hasn't looked up, but you can see the frown fixed on his eyebrows. 

“Oh… yeah that's, um, that's her.” 

“You didn't tell me she was dating your cousin. I'm not exactly into the whole homewrecking.” 

“I-” His face drops, “I didnt know either.” he puts his hand on his face, seemingly trying to wipe the look of betrayal. He sighs.

“Ill get you out of this okay… I just, in the heat of the moment…Im not boring.” his voice was no longer as excited and easy as they had been prior to the conversation. It was a nagging feeling knowing that the progress you had made with him had been deteriorating in front of you, from a relative at that.

You were starting to feel bad, watching him as he zoned out, probably thinking about the way Saeri’s thumb rubbed circles on Youngsoo’s hand, the way she would nudge him playfully, the look of pity in her eyes staring back at Kai. But you didnt know what was the best course of action, you were notorious for bad decisions according to your friends…this profession being a great example. So you stood and began to think, what do you do? 

“Unless…” Kai says, focusing on the floor before looking back at you. 

“Unless?” 

“Y/N…double, Ill pay double.” 

“Kai…what are you saying…” 

“Come with me. Pretend to be my girlfriend.” His face is riddled with determination and pride, and you're once again shocked by the man standing in front of you. 

“A-Are you insane?” 

“Maybe. But I can't give up.” 

“Kai, this is a terrible and I mean TERRIBLE idea. We're strangers, we hardly know anything about each other, and now you want me to pretend to know everything about you?” 

“We can cosplay as a young couple, still feeling each other out, like we did today.” 

You were staring at him in shock,not quite finding your words at the absolute ridiculousness that was spilling out of him. He's watching your eyes hopeful and you find it hard to be blunt. 

You only knew one person that can lay it down thick, the only person who can handle this confrontation, with a firm stance. 

—---

“So you want her,” Yunjin points at you, “to go on this friend reunion trip with you, pretending to be your girlfriend, so your cousin doesn't think you're a lying loser? ” Kai stands awkwardly, before nodding, and Yunjin stares between the two of you for a minute or two before shrugging. 

“It wouldnt be a bad idea…” 

“What?!” 

“It would be like killing two birds with one stone… Kai doesnt look like a loser for lying about having a girlfriend and you get paid and a vacation! Aw lucky…” 

“Are we forgetting the fact that the trip is THIS WEEKEND??? How the hell am I supposed to learn what a girlfriend knows in like 3 days?!” 

“I-I can help you! Ill spill my guts, Ill tell you everything you need to know.”

“Kai… we can barely hold a conversation… how are we going to convince your entire friend group that we are not only compatible, but that we have feelings for each other?” 

“I honestly don't know why you're so worried…you're literally in the business of cosplaying fake relationships.”

“Those are dates, not actual relationships, Yunjin.” 

“Okay, so think of every day as a date?” Yunjin’s nonchalant attitude was starting to piss you off, yet you didn't know how to counter argue that, so you just sigh. You felt like you were losing a firm grip on this conversation. 

“y/n, I-I know I broke the rule, and I-Im sorry, but I just really need your help…just this one week and you won't have to continue with the lessons after, I'll pay you the months worth for just this week. youngsoo…I'll just never live it down…please…I'll do anything.” 

You watch him, those same unintentional puppy eyes never leaving yours, his hands intertwined together in a begging motion. You could just say no. no harm in just cutting off the deal now, telling him to get lost, you barely knew the guy, it shouldnt be that hard to do so. But having witness the small interaction and having spent all day with him and realizing that there was so much more that met the surface of him, it was hard to say no. Having this strange urge of protecting him, of helping him, it was making the rejection you had mustered up in you impossible. You finally roll your eyes. 

“Dont make me regret this.”

A/N: YAYAYAY.... you made it to the end of the chapter! I had to make some type of movement in the story to get to the good stuff, perhaps next chapter we meet Kai's old friends >:3. Im excited! I hope you guys are too TEEHEE!! Anyways! tell me you love it, tell me you hate it, tell me it made your 15 min break go by slower or faster... TELL ME ANYTHING I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT!!

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[ohno-the-sun]

I cannot express how much I love the human bois I live and thrive off of their beauty

I also am in love with the human boys I will defend and love every human au aaaa

Here are some mad scientist au doodles as humans cause why not

[xazse]

OK OK SO i was thinking, if you do another part to the satosugu merman au, that you could add omegaverse elements to it! and if you don’t want to do the merman au, then you could write something for regular satosugu (or just suguru 🤭) i’m NAWT picky, i just want my men to have more a/b/o fics 😣

Warnings: A/b/o dynamics + first time writing something like this so tips are appreciated!! + cumming inside + mentions of pregnancy + merman!SatoSugu + hybrid!men x human!reader + weird anatomy

Satoru and Suguru have been acting weird, they’ve brought you little treasures from where they emerge before but now it’s an everyday thing, they’re constantly in your face asking if you like it and if you’ll put it in your nest? The hell is a nest? When you’d first ask they laughed and then all of a sudden got serious, did you honestly not know what that is?

“Different species remember guys?” You couldn’t count how many times they’ve been forgetting that you’re a human and not like them.

“Oh”

“Yeah”

You don’t mind the gifts, they always are extremely beautiful you make sure to give your thanks and each of them a little kiss on the cheek.

A few days have passed and things haven’t improved, there’s was even a moment where Suguru had snapped at you for giving Satoru an extra kiss, but Satoru was the one who insisted on it. If Suguru had asked you would have gladly given him one. When he had seen your hurt expression he profusely apologized and ushered to give you a hug.

You had brought up some more weird instances to them, but they couldn’t quite explain why they’d been acting like this. All they could describe it was a sense of needing you and needing to be near you at all times. You sometimes even slept at the beach to appease to their worries.

It was another one of those nights where the atmosphere was thick and you could already tell just by the men’s body language that they needed something.

They won’t outright say it though, they prefer when you initiate it.

You’re all relaxing on the beach halfway in the water, you’re just rambling on about your day and whatnot whilst Suguru and Satoru are struggling to not fuck you already. They hate how you can’t smell how needy they are. They hate how they can smell you and your delicious juices in between your thighs.

It’s been many weeks since you’ve all last had sex, they could only touch their sodden slits and cocks only so much until their heats had hit and they hit like a damn truck.

They had a little bit of control not to show their bad behavior around you.

Suguru is tired though, he starts pressing little kisses to the column of your neck, which in turn has Satoru touching and groping your boobs.

Those little kisses turn into deep full on hickeys, Suguru is suckling on your neck completely lost. He grabs your hands and leads them to his slit, you’re so taken aback just how wet the inside is. His cute cock is slowly coaxing itself out of its sheath, fully being exposed to the cool air and dripping precum.

Both of their breathing has picked up as they get needier and needier by the second.

Satoru tears your shirt off, ripping it down the middle, you’re about to scold him but his mouth is latching onto your nipple and sucking hardly, he’s sucking like an uncontrolled newborn infant. You know your nipples are gonna be in a ton of pain tomorrow, but you’ll let him have it right now.

They look content right now, but are getting rougher, tough hands roaming all over your body. Is this what their heat was? You could hardly recognize the sweet men who made sure to always make sure you were okay.

Suguru pulls your shorts along with your panties off your body, pleading with you to sit on his cock, ride him till he cums he begs and begs. Glancing down at Satoru you see he’s jerking his cock off, it looks like he’s literally already came on himself but won’t stop pumping his cock.

You oblige and offer to take Suguru first, maneuvering yourself you hover over his cock, he’s so fucking excited and ready, he can’t wait to be the first to pump you full of his cum.

You slowly sink yourself down on his fat length, his pretty long black hair is sticking to his face as he leans back and watches your pussy get filled with him, it’s lewd how your hole stretches to accommodate him.

“Nhgnn..” he sounds cute, a little girlish almost. When you bottom out, Suguru is drooling and becoming incoherent, this has never happened, hes not even moving signaling you to bring him to completion.

You bounce your pretty ass lightly and softly at first, grinding down on him slightly, it feels good, his cock is hot and feels snug against your walls.

Something fills you up not even thirty seconds in, you can hear the poor merman apologizing profusely, he didn’t mean to cum that quickly but he really can’t help it!

His cum feels thick and a bit more heavier inside you, you pay no mind to this. It has been a while he was backed up probably.

Satoru is still playing with his pretty cock as he watches you get Suguru off, he thinks he’s about to have his turn something startles you when you feel something swell inside of you, it hurts but there’s a slight pleasure underneath it.

They look so dewy and happy, dopy grins decorating their face at how you took Suguru’s knot and as soon as it swells down you’ll take Satoru’s.

Your cunt feels full and once again so damn good, you reach down and rub your nub, the sensations make you moan and twitch like a damn virgin.

When Suguru’s knot eventually does go down it’s Satoru’s turn, he wastes absolutely no time in fucking his cock into your already dripping pussy. He goes on and on about how pretty you’ll look with their babies and how they’ll take such good care of you. You aren’t fully understanding what they’re saying, not when you’re on the verge of passing out

[curlybiter]

nsfw curly headcanons

whaddup mouthwash nation i don't normally make posts but i was sick in bed thinking abt curly all day n i got inspired by other ppl's hc posts on here ☺️ so im throwing my hat in the pile.. these are kinda disorganized but the first part is curly x long-distance reader (reader doesn't work on the tulpar), second half is more general stuff.

this post features; afab reader, cunnilingus, masturbation, various other things

when he's single it's pretty easy to get in his pants but it's embarrassingly easy for him to catch feelings for ppl he sleeps w. nd once that happens it's OVER he can't even Look at anybody else bro he is Dedicated

during hauls when he can't be with u it's rlly hard for him to get u out of his mind, esp when he's working bc there's no immediate outlet .. under normal circumstances he doesn't rlly masturbate that often, but when hes away from u it's a lot more common^^; just whenever he can get some privacy alone tbh. he prob does smth rlly lame like look at a picture of u while he does it LMFAOOOOAOA

he gets rlly pent up in the week or so before he gets home especially... once he finally gets home to u he can keep himself in check in public + around others, but once u two are alone at home he's all over u for basically the rest of the night DJFKG hope u dont have work the next day

100% service top no question. nothing turns him on more than your pleasure. he's fine w piv sex if that's what u want but honestly i think he rlly prefers to give oral/handjobs/etc. he'll make sure u cum at Least once before he gets any, especially!! when he's just got back from a haul. he likes to put off his own satisfaction as long as possible bc he tends to fall asleep after he cums but he doesnt want the night to end so quickly^^;

after hes finished getting u off he likes to hold u for awhile while u calm down.. n then he'll let u do whatever u like to him^^ i think he likes when u touch him the most, but really as long as you're enjoying it he's not too picky abt how u get him off

honestly he prob cums pretty fast bc he stays turned on for so long w/o stimulation, but he likes it when u edge him a little bit (not too much tho!)

i honestly don't think he's that much of a talker, esp while receiving. he gets too into it to form coherent words. u can try dirty talking him but u won't get much more than an enthusiastic nod or a whispered "yes" .. oh but he does love saying yes to you::3

THIS MAN WHIMPERS BTW. esp if u pull his hair while he's eating u out, it drives him crazy😭

very much an oral fixation kinda guy, he likes putting your fingers in his mouth, kissing, biting, licking, marking, anywhere he can get to but mainly ur neck/chest

SAYS I LOVE YOU DURING SEX IDC‼️ he melts if u say it too..

reaaaally really likes it when u take charge n tell him what to do, he'll follow ur every word

also into body worship, both receiving and giving. he works hard on his physique! tell him he's beautiful!! (he also thinks your body is perfect and will appreciate it at any opportunity ofc)

he is addictedddd to your voice n it's a big reason why he's so into pleasing you over himself, he lives to hear you whimper n gasp and moan for him. doesn't matter if ur loud or quiet, he loves ur voice bc it's yours

he also really likes to watch your expressions to see how he's doing, and because he thinks you look beautiful writhing under him, but!!!! he'd understand if u were a shy type who gets embarrassed easily, n he'd hide his face in ur neck or vice versa so he cant see u^^ he'd prob just verbally check on u a liiiiitle more often::3

[wvllicms]

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

summary — your new to the whole 'sex' thing and when your cousin's hen party strolls into a sex store, life gets a whole new meaning - storeclerk!rhea au. pt.2

warnings — smut, inexperienced!reader/experienced!rhea, oral, fingering. men/minors dni

wc — 9.2k?

an - the long awaited part 2! sorry it's taken so long guys!

"so you're the girl rhea's been tellin' us about," the tall boy smirked at you from behind the counter.

"shut up, damian," rhea slapped his arm as a blush came to her own cheeks, making you giggle again. you extended your hand to him, unsurprised at his rough handshake.

"damian." he smiled.

"nice to meet you."

"bout time you bagged a nice girl, hermosa," he elbowed the girl next to him as she clocked out on the computer.

"oh my god, please stop talking," she shook her head in embarrassment before rounding the counter with her things, smiling at you, "you ready?"

you nodded eagerly and followed her out of the store and down the sidewalk, curious as to which bar you would end up going to. each one was slightly different, but for the most part, they were all the same from what she remembered from ariana's bachelorette party.

"any specific bar you wanted to go to?" rhea asked as you made your way down the sidewalk.

"not really. i didn't particularly enjoy any of them last weekend," you admitted honestly.

"how come?"

"it's just not really fun being the responsible one in a group of drunk bridesmaids that you don't even consider as friends," you shrugged with a sigh.

"well, there's one up here that's my favorite. i'm gonna make sure you have a good time tonight, okay?" rhea smirked, "i owe it to you after my creepy approach to asking you out."

"yo be fair, i came back to the store earlier this week cause i wanted to see you, so… i guess we both have a few stalker-ish tendencies," you blushed furiously at your confession.

"at least i'm not the only creepy one," rhea chuckled before grabbing onto your elbow, pulling you to the side, "whoa, watch out."

you yelped a little when you were tugged, but rhea had saved you from walking straight through a puddle of vomit. "ugh gross. thanks," you turned to face her with a grateful smile, a chill running down your spine when the taller girl's hand trailed from your elbow down your forearm until your hands were woven together.

"no problem," rhea smirked, hiding her small victorious grin from you. god bless whatever wasted person stumbled out of that bar. "it's not too much farther."

"okay," you smiled with a shaky breath. only you would be this nervous about holding hands with a girl. it wasn't a big deal. rhea didn't seem to think it was, since she just kept her eyes straight ahead and didn't seem to be having an internal freak out. but if it wasn't a big deal, why was your heart beating a mile a minute?

before you knew it, your hand was empty as rhea opened the door for you, a gracious smile on her face as she ushered you in first.

"thank you," you grinned shyly, stepping into the dimly lit bar. the music wasn't too loud and it wasn't too crowded. but you waited for rhea's lead. your hand itched to be in hers again, and like the mind-reader you were sure she was, rhea took your hand to lead you over to the row of bar stools. you sat down in one carefully, straightening your back and crossing one leg over the other as rhea flagged down the bartender, giving you time to glance up at the chalkboard menu on the back wall. you weren't sure what was going to happen tonight, but you didn't want to get too drunk. you just wanted to loosen up a little.

"hey, rhea," the bartender greeted her when he came over, wiping down the space in front of them, "the usual?"

"the usual for me," she nodded with a smile before turning to you, "see something you wanna get?"

"um, can i just get something small where you can't really taste the alcohol, please?" you smiled, a bit embarrassed. you didn't mind drinking, you were just picky. not to mention alcoholism ran in your family. the bartender nodded and walked away after checking your id, leaving the two of you in your own little world. "so… you come here enough to have a usual?" you laughed nervously as you turned your head to face the dark-haired woman beside you.

"i work here, actually," rhea chuckled, "only every now and then when they need the extra help, though." she watched as you nodded and traced your fingertip along the marble wooden counter nervously, placing your hand up on the surface beside rhea's. "did you have class today?"

"just a morning class," you shrugged.

"do you go to nyu?" you nodded, "what are you studying?"

"psychology. with a minor in child development."

"do you wanna be a child psychologist or something?"

"exactly that," you nodded.

"that's so cool.iI don't think i could handle that. i don't mind listening to people vent, but trying to help them through their problems… just seems like too much responsibility for me. especially for kids. what made you wanna do that?"

"you know that saying 'be the person you needed when you were younger'?" rhea nodded, "i saw that quote somewhere online when i was in high school, still wondering what i wanted to do for college. and the whole child psychology thing just… clicked, i guess. i feel like it would be a very rewarding career."

"yeah, totally. it takes a special kind of person to wanna devote their life to helping kids," rhea subtly ran her pinky along the side of your hand.

your breath caught in your throat as a shiver ran down her spine. "are you in college?" you asked, your voice breaking a bit with nerves, watching as rhea shook her head.

"nah. the whole college thing never seemed right for me. it's way out of my budget, and what i wanna do doesn't really require a degree anyways," she chuckled, thanking the man behind the bar when he dropped off their drinks.

"any idea what this is?" you asked her, looking at the fruity looking drink in the old fashioned glass.

"looks like a vodka sunrise. literally just orange juice and grenadine with a little vodka. it's not strong at all," she shook her head, watching as you swirled it around with her straw before taking a sip, "good?"

"really good, actually. Sorry, i'm kind of picky when it comes to drinks. i'm not a big fan of the taste of alcohol," you smiled, resting your head in your hand.

"i don't judge," rhea chuckled, sipping at her beer.

"so you just work, then?" you cleared your throat, getting back into their conversation.

"pretty much. i do a bit of freelance photography every now and then. weddings, concerts, senior photoshoots, that kind of thing."

"that must be fun. you must be really good if people trust you enough to take pictures of their weddings," you sipped at your drink again, "what's your favorite thing to take pictures of?"

"depends on my mood, i guess. sometimes i just feel like going to the roof of my apartment and taking pictures of the skyline at sunset. i love working with people and letting them be models for a few hours. but weddings are probably my favorite," rhea smiled, picking up her drink and standing up from her stool, gesturing for you to follow.

"why do you say that?" you asked, following her to a table along the wall towards the back corner, slipping into the booth seat beside her.

"i dunno. i haven't really thought about it, honestly. It's probably just the environment. there's just something about weddings and capturing the look on a guy's face when he sees his fiancée start walking down the aisle, or photographing a first dance…. ugh, it just gives me that warm fuzzy feeling, y'know?"

you nodded as that exact same warm fuzzy feeling took over you. maybe it was the alcohol going to your head already. maybe it was the look on rhea's face when she talked so passionately about her hobby.

"but what about you? what do you like to do when you're not at school?"

you blushed as the attention was put back on you, trying to think of what you did in your free time. "i like to draw, i guess. i'm not that great at it, but i enjoy it."

"i'm sure you're amazing," rhea grinned, "do you have pictures of anything you've drawn?"

biting your lip, you nodded and reached for your phone, scrolling through your camera roll for one of the things you'd drawn recently. it was a copy of the portrait of yourself and your mother, taken a few nights before she'd died. you never really shared your art with anyone, but despite your nervousness, you felt comfortable with rhea. pursing your lips into a tight line, you handed your phone over to her, sitting anxiously in your seat as you waited on her reaction.

"holy shit, you drew this?" rhea gaped, glancing between you and the phone, "you didn't trace this or anything?"

"all freehand," you blushed.

"who's the woman? she's cute," rhea chuckled, zooming in on the details.

"that's my mother."

"I see where you get your good looks from," she smirked, making your blush turn a deeper shade of pink.

you wanted to tell her about your mom, about what had happened to her back in high school nearly ten years ago. but the last thing you wanted to do was put a damper on the night like that. you felt awkward enough already.

"you're really talented. that's amazing. if you hadn't told me it was a drawing, i would have thought it was a black and white photo at first glance," rhea chuckled, handing your phone back to you.

"thank you… do you have any of your photos on your phone?"

"all my best work is on my blog," rhea shook her head. "but…that one on the wall right over there," she pointed across the bar to a large framed photograph of the blue boat house, the sun setting behind it. "i took that."

"that's beautiful," you smiled, looking at the photo.

"i guess you could say i've got an eye for beauty," she shrugged with a slight smile, placing her hand gently on top of yours.

you swallowed thickly, slowly turning to face the confident woman beside you. you tried to think of something, anything to say back to her, but everything you could think of made you cringe internally. flirting wasn't exactly your forte. defeated, you just breathed a bit of a laugh and took another sip of your drink with your free hand, trying to ignore how heavily your heart was beating.

"you're not used to compliments, huh?" rhea chuckled, somehow making you feel more comfortable and nervous at the same time.

scrunching your face up uncomfortably, you lowered your shoulders with a deep breath, shaking your head. "i get them, i've just…always had a hard time believing them, i guess," you bit your lip, meeting blue eyes with your own.

"well, believe me," rhea squeezed your hand on top of hers, "it's not just some dumb pick-up line. you're a beautiful girl. fuck whoever made that hard for you to believe."

you felt like water was flooding in your ears as you stared at the serious but gentle look on rhea's face. you found no trace of insincerity in her eyes. "thank you. i think you are, too," you whispered, barely audible over the music and buzz of voices from the surrounding people. rhea squeezed the top of your hand again before leaning back against the booth, propping up her elbow and leaning her head against her hand.

"so tell me more about yourself," she smirked, sipping her beer.

"what do you want to know?"

"something that no one else knows," rhea grinned in a way that sent a chill down your spine, but in a very good way.

you had to think about that one. there were a lot of things about yourself that no one else knew. no one knew you were gay. if they did, they never brought it up to you. no one knew that you were the one who lost your pet hamster when you were eight. no one knew that the boy you dated for five months in high school used to make you feel miserable and ugly every day until you had the guts to break up with him. there were plenty of things you could choose from.

"you were right," you muttered quietly, sipping the last of your drink through your straw, "earlier when you called me a newbie."

"that doesn't count, i already pegged you for someone who hadn't been tied up before," rhea laughed, keeping her voice at a respectably low volume.

"no, i mean, i'm new to…everything."

rhea's brows furrowed in confusion until realization noticeably dawned on her. "wait , are you saying you're a virgin?" she seemed so shocked.

your face scrunched up a bit at that word. the group of girls you called your friends had tormented you with it for so long.

"don't be such a virgin," harper would tease you for not wanting to go out clubbing in high school. she always claimed that it was meant in a loving, joking way. but you always hated it, joking or not. the jokes stopped when you snapped, telling the raven-haired girl, your dreaded ex took your virginity back in high school before he moved back to adelaide with his family. and while you had hoped that the lie would keep harper off your back, she just found new ways to make you the butt of every joke within their inner circle.

"i guess so," you nodded as your eyes shined with tears of embarrassment, keeping them at bay.

"hey, it's not a big deal," rhea scooted closer to you on the bench, placing a hand on your shoulder, "i promise. i was just planning on going with the flow tonight. if something happens, cool. if it doesn't, it's not gonna make me lose interest in you. okay?" she watched with her heart clenched as you quickly wiped a tear from your cheek, nodding.

you stared at the empty glass in front of you and took a shaky breath. thankfully with the bit of alcohol in you, you were calm enough to not be completely embarrassed. but you felt all your worries melt away when rhea wrapped her arms around you in a tight, reassuring hug. you stiffened at first, not used to the affection, but you felt yourself not wanting to let go when you hugged her back. you didn't know what it was about rhea, but you felt like she could tell her anything. the woman was just so naturally approachable, you felt like you'd known her all your life and you could trust her with anything. all this time, you had been waiting for the right person. the right woman. and now here she was right in front of you, holding your hand and rubbing your back, bringing you the comfort you'd always craved. and you found yourself craving more and more.

pulling back, you looked into the warm blue eyes you were already so fond of, shivering as rhea grazed a thumb delicately over your cheek. your jaw slacked, causing your lips to part slightly as you took in the look on rhea's face. you couldn't even describe it. but under her gaze, you felt warmth spread through your body. a warmth that you could curl into, safe and happy for the rest of your life. comfort wasn't something you felt often, but you felt comfortable here with the tattooed, dark haired girl you barely knew.

but regardless of how content you felt in this moment, you still surprised yourself when she leaned in to kiss the pillowy pink lips that looked like they tasted like strawberry candy. a mousy whimper escaped you as you pushed yourself closer, needing to be closer to rhea. the woman's polished fingernails lightly scratched at your lower back under her blouse, pulling you in. you couldn't be bothered to think about anyone else in the bar right now. as far as you were concerned, you were the only ones there. running solely on instinct, you hooked a hand around the back of her neck, gently scratching at the shaved underside of rhea's hair, keeping her close until you had no choice but to pull back for air. you gasped for breath and swallowed thickly, a blush coming to your cheeks as a smirk spread to rhea's.

they sat in silence for a few moments. a stunned silence on your part. you shivered as rhea's nimble fingers tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear, trailing her fingers along the sharp line of your jaw to your chin to lift it gently. "what's on your mind, angel?"

licking your lips, you glanced down at her denim-clad lap where rhea's hand rested on your thigh, lightly playing with the frayed strands from the holes that had been manufactured into the fabric. she had a tattoo of the grim reaper on her forearm, drawn on and shaded like something from your own sketchbook. you ran your own finger against it, tracing the faded outline as she thought of what to say. what was on her mind?

"i want to… with you," you stammered quietly, biting your lip hard as you tried not to cringe at your own words. but you watched as rhea's smile grew as her hands grabbed hold of yours gently, running her thumbs over her knuckles.

"you wanna get out of here, then?" she smirked, the tone of her voice sending another chill down your spine as you nodded eagerly.

your lips were met with rhea's once more before you were being gently helped onto your feet, your hand tightly in the taller girl's safe grip. your mind was racing and you felt like you were floating in water, liquid clogging your ears as you felt light and you She remembered watching rhea talk briefly with her friend behind the counter. you remembered sitting under the florescent lights on the train, kissing the dark-haired girl shyly as pale fingers ran through your hair. you remembered key points, but it was mainly a blur between the bar and where you were now, standing in the middle of rhea's dimly lit bedroom, hands fumbling with the buckle of her studded belt.

your breathing was heavy as the dark haired girl backed you up towards the bed, lowering you down against the soft mattress. it smelled like a comforting mix of detergent and whatever perfume rhea wore. If you weren't busy tossing rhea's belt off the edge of the bed right now, you wouldn't have minded curling up in the warm softness of the comforter.

rhea's lips moved fervently against your own, leaving you breathless and pinned beneath her. a slight whimper came from your throat as the soft lips you were quickly becoming obsessed with trailed down to your jaw, nipping at your earlobe. your face was buried in the thick mane of dark hair as you felt yourself being shifted up towards the head of the bed. rhea had one hand hooked under the bend of your knee, gently easing you up the mattress until your head was rested against the pillows by the wall.

"rhea," you gasped, your voice needy and wanton before you were silenced with a gentle kiss, pale fingers cupping the side of your face. they were warm but felt cool against your hot, flushed skin. you kissed her hard, trying to release any and all apprehensions you were feeling. "please," you whined against rhea's lips, arching your back against her chest.

"please what?" you could tell she was grinning so smugly into the kiss.

"w-want- hmm," you hummed breathily, catching rhea's lips in yours again, unable to get enough.

"tell me what you want, angel," rhea tore her smirking lips away, attaching them to your neck again, kissing a hot, aimless trail against your throat.

"y-you," you gasped, lightheaded and breathless as you whimpered in her ear.

rhea continued the mind-numbing assault on your neck, scraping her teeth against your pulse point before soothing over the skin with her tongue, sending a shiver down your spine. she sat up carefully, straddling your thighs as she brought you up with her. chests flush against each other as rhea took your hands in her own, lacing your fingers together, just squeezing them reassuringly as she stared down into your dark, lust-filled eyes. the pink blush on your cheeks turned a deeper, rosy shade as you averted your eyes and flicked your tongue shyly over your lips.

"it's okay to be nervous you know," she whispered, untangling her fingers from yours to cup your cheeks again, brushing your lips together softly, "you call the shots, okay? i'll do my thing, you just do what feels right to you. but if you want me to stop, tell me to. I promise, it's okay."

you flicked your eyes back up to rhea's, seeing the genuine concern and sincerity in the deep blue orbs. uou barely knew this woman, but you felt like you could trust her with anything. she wouldn't laugh at you or make you feel like nothing. in fact, she felt like rhea had the ability to make you feel everything that your ex never could. all the pain and heartache he put you through, rhea would make you feel just the opposite.

as confident as you were trying to feel, you must have still worn apprehension on you face since rhea cupped your cheeks reassuringly again, grazing her thumbs over the soft, flushed skin before pressing a kiss to your lips once more. "i've got you, okay? you can trust me," she whispered, making your heart flutter in your chest. you'd heard the promise of trust from many people, and not one person, besides your mother, has kept their promise. but you could just feel that rhea would be the exception. you felt it in the way she looked at you and touched you.

"okay," you whispered, nodding slightly before you felt rhea's lips on yours again. you didn't think you would ever get over that feeling, not that you wanted to. "i trust you," you murmured against her lips, your heartbeat picking up speed as rhea took your hands again, guiding them to the hem of her loose tank top before letting go so you could take the reins. with a deep breath, you gripped onto the frayed hem of the tank top, lifting it up slowly as rhea pulled back and raised her arms so you could ease the shirt over her head. you already felt so overwhelmed as you took in the sight of the smooth tattoed skin than had been hiding under the loose cotton material. the lacy black bralette she had on left little to the imagination, but you just knew that once it was off, you would be left breathless once again.

"can i take this off?" the dark haired girl kissed you again, whispering in reference to the guns n' rose shirt you had on. but she made no effort to remove it after a quick nod from you. "this is only gonna work if you're verbal and honest with me, angel," she kissed you again before pulling back to look into your eyes. she tugged gently on the frayed edges, toying with the ends teasingly as she asked again, "can i take this off?"

"y-yes," you nodded again, leaning up to kiss her. your hands roamed curiously along the soft skin of rhea's sides and back as she grabbed the ends of the tank top , pushing it gently off your shoulders. you bent your neck back as the dark-haired girl sat up higher on her knees, giving herself some height over you.

rhea grazed her lips against your jaw, leaving no inch of skin untouched as she took her time memorizing the feeling of your skin against hers. she thought it was cute that the consistent blush on your face seemed to spread to the rest of your body as far as she could see, the pink contrasting with the white lace bra that would have otherwise blended with your skin.

bravely, you ran your fingers up rhea's front from the waistband of her jeans to her breasts, smirking a bit at the feeling of goosebumps rising under your touch. either rhea had sensitive skin or you really had the power to make this girl shiver. either way, you were feeling a little cocky as you pressed your hands more firmly against her chest, your fingertips toying at the edge of the lacy material as you palmed at the full breasts beneath.

"mmm, fuck," rhea grunted, deepening the already heated kiss, gliding her tongue against yours. you couldn't help but giggle, your lips curling up into a smile as you fiddled with the little plastic clasp between rhea's breasts. as confident as you had been feeling, you hesitated, pulling back from the kiss to duck your head so you could see what you were doing. "you can take it off, angel. i know you want to," the taller girl teased, flicking her tongue over your lips as you took the moment to catch her breath.

you bit your lip shyly, undoing the clasp with trembling fingers and removing the bralette with rhea's help. your teeth sank into your lip harder as you gazed over her breasts, swallowing hard. you found yourself at a loss for what to do, but rhea the mind reader took her hands in hers, guiding them back to where they had been before, pressed back against her chest. your heart pounded as you kneaded at them, getting used to the feeling of them in your hands as rhea lulled her head back with a hum of pleasure, boosting your confidence as you explored her body.

"y-you can take mine off, too," you mumbled quietly, just above a whisper, "if you want."

"do you want me to?" rhea lowered herself back to sit on your thighs again, her fingertips already teasing up and down her back near the back clasp of your bra. she smirked when you just nodded, leaning in to kiss her before resting your forehead against hers. "tell me to do it, baby. you call the shots, remember?"

your breath hitched in your throat as your jaw slacked, breathing heavily against rhea's lips that were so close and yet so far. "take it off…please," you whispered, tightening ypur hold on rhea's breasts as if you needed leverage.

"good girl," rhea smirked, her words doing something to you that she'd never felt before. it made you lose your breath and fogged your already cloudy mind as you let out the tiniest whimper, feeling rhea smirk into the kiss she planted on your lips. skilled, nimble fingers trailed tantalizingly slow up your back to where your bra rested against your skin, and before you knew it, you were helping ease the material off, leaving you just as exposed as rhea.

you lost your breath at the feeling of skin against skin. you rarely had physical contact with anyone even with clothes on, and this had you feeling like you were already having a sensory overload. it was comforting , but it sent a chill through you as you found yourself getting more aroused by the second.

rhea eased you down onto the mattress again, kissing from your lips to your neck, slowly and teasingly making her way down to your collarbone. your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. but every kiss and teasing lick rhea placed on your hot skin had you losing it all over again. your hands moved from her perfect, tattooed chest to tangle in the mane of black that was hovering over her chest, tugging gently as she scratched at her scalp.

"fuck, you're gorgeous," rhea grunted, reacting positively to your fingers in her hair as she kissed down the valley between your breasts. ahe teased you with a smirk, trailing her lips up the curves, avoiding the sensitive skin of your nipples as you writhed and whimpered weakly beneath her.

"r-rhea," you gasped, bringing a hand down from her hair to cup her cheek, subtly trying to guide her to where you wanted her.

compliant, rhea chuckled low in her throat, nuzzling her nose against the pale pink nipple at the peak of your breast, closing her lips around it. she held onto the sides of your ribs, trying to keep your from writhing, though it was nice to see you squirm in delight. "you like that?" she smirked, pulling at the pink bud with her teeth and letting go so the taut skin could snap back into place.

"y-yeah," you mewled, nodding your head.

"you want more?"

"mhmm," you must have sounded so needy and desperate, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your body was on fire and rhea was the ice you needed to cool it down. you cried out when the dark haired girl switched to your other breast, the suction of her lips going from gentle to firm as she pinched and toyed with the one she had just finished with. you tossed your head back against the pillows, gasping for air as you felt every suck and nibble against your sensitive skin.

it was over far too soon, and it took everything you had not to whimper in disappointment as rhea moved her lips back up to yours. you kissed her hard, needy and wanting for more from the aficionado hovering over you. "how you feeling?" rhea whispered, gingerly tucking frizzed out hair behind your ear, gazing down at you affectionately.

"really good," you panted, looking up into the beautiful eyes that were staring down into yours. reaching up, you cupped her face softly, bringing her down for a tender kiss. you were sure that you would never get sick of kissing rhea.

"mm, good," her voice was low and raspy, sending a jolt of electricity to your core as your hips jerked up involuntarily. "think you can handle more?" you bit your lip anxiously, nodding your head with doe eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. it made rhea's own heart clench before she leaned down to kiss you again. and the kisses didn't stop there. she left chaste pecks and slow, affectionate kisses all over your neck once again leaving no inch of skin unappreciated before she moved down to your chest. she teased at your breasts again, leaving teasing bites and soothing licks on the perky pink buds on her way down.

rhea was no stranger to sex, obviously. she had a natural charisma about her that made it rather obvious that she was a girl with experience. she'd be the first to admit that she had several trysts in the past. she'd taken the virginities of several women, but she'd never felt anything like this with any of them. rhea could play a woman's body like a fiddle, but she found herself caring more about learning your body. figuring out every little thing that made you twitch with need while memorizing every freckle and birth mark on your pastel skin. it was a new feeling and she would be lying if she said it didn't scare her. but she made a promise to you, and she had never been the type to break a promise.

kissing a fiery trail down your torso, rhea eased her way down the bed, her body nestled comfortably between your thighs as she flicked her tongue teasingly into the dip of your belly button, chuckling at the reaction she got. she could feel the your abdominal muscles trembling and clenching with each kiss that she pressed along the waistband of your jeans.

"hey, look at me," she whispered, reaching for one of your hands, tugging gently to get your attention. she stilled her movements until you werre perched up on your elbows, glancing down at her curiously. "tell me if I'm going too fast, okay?"

your eyes shimmered with a glint of adoration as you nodded, biting down on your lip when rhea's skilled fingers reached for the button of your jeans and popped it open. "okay," you whispered, nodding and flicking your tongue over your lips. you could feel your mouth going dry.

with a nod in return, rhea placed a slow kiss to the heated skin below the button of your jeans, teasingly dragging her fingertips under the denim until they were hooked into the sides. she tugged at the material tantalizingly slow as you lifted your hips, propping yourself up on shaky legs to give her a hand. if you weren't blushing before, you certainly were now knowing that your arousal was probably embarrassingly obvious through your white cotton panties.

sitting up, rhea slowly peeled the skin-tight jeans off of your slim legs, dropping them over the edge of the bed as she just took in the sight of you, wet and wanting against the plum colored comforter. humming quietly, she ran her fingers up the soft skin of your legs, scratching lightly at your inner thighs as she crept closer to your aching center. she could practically feel the heat radiating from your core, and she'd be lying if she said it didn't leave her mouth watering. you shivered under her touch when rhea walked her fingers from your inner thigh to the waistband of your underwear. she purposefully avoided your center, giggling when you whined and arched her hips up.

"somethin' you want?" she smirked, rubbing her palm over your flat, quivering stomach.

"stop teasing me, p-please," your brows knit together as you whimpered, arching up again, wanting to feel rhea's touch in the one place you hadn't yet.

"i'm just taking my time with you," the dark haired girl smirked, feigning innocence.

"yeah right," you panted, a light chuckle coming from your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbows again.

rhea leaned over you, placing herself between your thighs once again before placing a slow, sensual kiss to your lips, easing you back down onto the comforter. lips tied together in a string of searing kisses as rhea ran her hand up and down your bare side, keeping herself propped up with the other. she traced the lines of your ribs and kneaded at your breast before slowly massaging her way down your torso once more. you held her face in your trembling fingers, sliding your tongue against hers as rhea gave her warm shivers all over.

it seemed like an eternity to you, waiting for rhea's fingers to finally reach the apex of your thighs. and when they did, it was well worth the wait. even through the damp cotton of your panties, you felt like you could come right then and there. your body was on fire and you knew that rhea was only just beginning. it was only the first touch and you had no idea what was in store.

"rhea," you mewled against her lips, your jaw dropping with a gasp as the taller girl palmed your center, giving you the friction you desperately needed. your hips bucked up to meet her touch as she cupped you through the ruined fabric, the heel of her palm rubbing just right against your throbbing clit.

"you're so wet already," rhea hummed, smirking against your lips as she noticed the material dampen even further at her words. meanwhile, you just whimpered into the feverish kiss a blush of embarrassment took over your face once more.

tearing her lips from yours, she slid her tongue along your hot skin, the air conditioning making you shiver as rhea made her descent down your body again. she did as she had with your jeans, kissing a line along the waistband. but while you expected her to take them off next, you were surprised to feel her start to kiss over the pristine white cotton and lace that covered your hips. rhea really knew how to make you feel good and special, even if she was a terrible tease, you appreciated the fact that she was taking her time, going slow with you to warm you up and give you time to adjust. but nothing could prepare you for the jolt of warm electricity that shot through your body when she felt rhea's lips over your clothed clit, lightly sucking through the cotton.

"w-wow," you panted, unconsciously reaching up to grope at your own breasts as the dark haired girl took hold of your legs, bending them up with one draped over her shoulder. your heart was racing more than ever as you felt rhea's hot breath on the warm, wet cotton that covered you.

"god, i can't wait to taste you," rhea whispered, breathing against you as she hooked her finger onto the side of the material, pulling it aside to expose her smooth, rosy pink folds. she couldn't even bring herself to smirk at how you appeared to quiver at her words, only able to focus on trying not to dive right in and devour you until you weren't able to speak. she held herself back, taking her time in leaning in to flick her tongue against your clit, keeping her eyes up to watch your reaction. she held her hands on your hips, keeping you grounded as best she could as your hips jerked up at the sensation.

"this okay?" she whispered, pulling herself away from you only briefly while she waited for an answer, bringing a hand up to rub your clit in circles under her thumb. but you just mewled in response, nodding your head as your heel dug into rhea's shoulder blade. "talk to me, baby, tell me if i should keep going," she mumbled, sitting up on her knees to strip off her own jeans.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to feel embarrassed in how exposed you were. but you couldn't help but close your legs now that rhea wasn't placed between them as if would shield you from potential judgment or embarrassment.

"angel?" rhea's concerned voice sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel her shift up the bed beside you, "hey…baby, look at me." she ran a comforting hand up and down your arm, propping herself up on her elbow, "what's wrong? do you wanna stop?"

"no! no, not at all, it's just…" you trailed off, shaking your head and biting your lip, "embarrassing."

rhea glanced over your face as you averted your eyes, biting her lip before leaning in to kiss you softer than ever before. "you're so fucking beautiful, baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. i know it's new and different for you, i totally get that. if you wanna stop or take a break just say the word, okay?" she reached for your chin, holding it gently between her fingers.

"i don't want to stop," you whispered, biting your lip anxiously. your body was still on fire and you were honestly rather upset with yourself for causing this stand-still. "please…"

the dark-haired girl smiled warmly and kissed you again. "i'm gonna take care of you, baby girl, don't you worry," she mumbled against your lips, chuckling at your tiny whimper. she kept her lips on yours, rubbing a hand against your chest before sliding it between your thighs, sliding her fingers through your wet, swollen folds. you shivered as rhea coated her fingers in your arousal, nearly passing out on the spot when the dark haired girl brought those fingers to her lips, sucking the gloss off with a pleased hum that made you weak in the knees.

as if that and the look on rhea's face weren't bad enough, the fact that she leaned in to let you taste yourself on her tongue made you feel like you were floating. your head was spinning with need and you knew it wouldn't stop until you got that release you knew rhea was going to give you.

tearing her lips away, rhea brought her fingers back down to the apex of your thighs as she nipped at your earlobe, chuckling low in her throat as you brought your trembling hands up to cradle one of her breasts bravely. she could feel you getting wetter by the second and she knew she wouldn't last much longer without a proper taste.

with one last slow kiss to your slack lips, rhea laid you back down against the pillows, sliding down your body until she was comfortably nestled between your legs again. she draped one leg over her shoulder again, gently pushing the other one further to the side so the rosy pink flower petals could bloom open before her. her mouth watered as she felt your thighs trembling around her. keeping her eyes on the you above her, she leaned in to flick her tongue lightly against your clit, smirking when her hips bucked. she traced the line of your slit with the tip of her tongue, just barely touching your clit again as you whimpered, trying to squirm through rhea's grip on your hips and thighs.

"r-rhea," you panted, blindly reaching down to grasp one of her hands, feeling like you would float away if you didn't.

"Iive got you, baby, just enjoy," rhea smiled against your folds, placing a gentle reassuring kiss to the spot above your clit before suckling it between her lips. you gasped at the feeling of the sensitive bundle of nerves in rhea's mouth, being laved over by her skilled tongue.

you gripped hard at her hand, your hips rocking into her mouth to the rhythm of rhea's gentle suckling. you were so sensitive, you could feel every bumpy taste bud on her tongue. every breath the dark haired girl took through her nose might as well have been a harsh gust of wind. her tongue lapped at your slit expertly, hot and wet against the your slick skin. "f-fuck," you gasped, raising a hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the moans of pleasure that were escaping you.

"you can be loud, darlin'. tell me how you're feeling," rhea took a hand from her hips to reach up for your arm in an attempt to pull your hand from your mouth, "how are you feeling, baby? am o making you feel good?"

"mmhm," you nodded weakly, your voice sounded so pitiful, "s- so good, i w-want more."

rhea just smirked, sucking your clit between your lips again, a bit more harshly this time. "mmm," she hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body, "good girl." her level of cockiness grew as she tasted the effect of her words, sliding her tongue against your hot, throbbing entrance.

"rhea," you whined, becoming more bold and vocal as the minutes went by, "s-say more things i-like that, p-please." you were practically begging at this point, finding the warm wave of arousal that shot through you at rhea's praise too addicting to deny.

"like what, baby?" the dark haired girl grinned devilishly, bringing a hand up to trace your slit with a fingertip as she kissed around your inner thigh, "like how you're being such a brave girl for me? or how amazing you taste on my tongue?" she held in a chuckle when she felt you shiver as you became impossibly more wet under her touch. "things like that?" she asked, biting her lip as she tickled the underside of your clit with the gentle tip of her finger.

"y-yeah," you nodded, your face twisting in pleasure as you rocked your hips into rhea's simple touch, wanting more. rhea teased your entrance with a single finger sliding it inside only slightly to test the waters as she dragged and flicked her warm tongue against your clit, knowing you were enjoying it. her finger snaked and inched in farther, taking her time so you could adjust. she could feel your walls clenching tightly around the single slim finger, seeming to pull it in more as rhea bit her lip in anticipation. "you feeling good, baby? you want more?" she practically cooed, stroking your inner walls slowly as she placed a second finger at your entrance, not inserting it until she had your permission.

"more p-please," your back arched up desperately, trying to push yourself further against rhea's fingers, "please, rhea. i want more." you never imagined yourself in such a position, and you certainly never imagined yourself being so vocal. but rhea seemed to like it, and god, you loved getting what you wanted. with a high pitched squeal, you bucked your hips up as rhea slid a second finger inside, nearly losing your breath when she curled them up. "th-that feels -ah!" you gasped as the pads of rhea's fingers stroked against a certain spot that had you seeing stars, "oh my god."

rhea relished the sound of your gasps and whimpers, giving herself a mental pat on the back as she felt your arousal leak into her palm from the stimulation on your g-spot. "you're doing so good, baby girl," she whispered, bringing her lips back down to suck your clit into her mouth again, flicking her tongue over the bud quickly as her fingers picked up a bit of speed, "so good."

it was driving you crazy in the best possible way. you felt lightheaded as you tried to control your breathing. but it was hard to control when every flick of rhea's tongue and fingers sent you into overdrive. you weren't sure you were going to last much longer. all you were sure of was that this was so much better than the toy that brought them together in the first place.

propping yourself up on an elbow, your fingers reached down to tangle in the dark strands, raking rhea's hair back so you could watch. you didn't think anything could be better than how the taller girl was making you feel. but to your surprise, the sight of rhea doing what she did so well heightened your pleasure more than you thought possible. just looking into her lustful eyes as she lapped and sucked on your clit had you quaking.

"i want you to come for me. can you do that for me, angel?" rhea asked low in her throat. she kissed soothingly over your thighs, being slow and gentle despite her fingers picking up speed, rubbing against you diligently, "come on, good girl, come for me."

you arched your back again, your hips bucking up into rhea's touch, losing rhythm as rhea sped up. you could feel your own wetness coating your skin, but you couldn't even bring yourself to care or be embarrassed like you normally would be. your breathing became more erratic as your chest heaved. you tried to push yourself further against rhea's expert touch. it was all becoming too much. with rhea's fingers inside you, her kisses and licks against your clit and quivering thighs, her hot breath against you, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"r-rheaa," you whined, writhing into her touch as you felt yourself approaching the edge quickly.

"let it go for me, baby, come on," rhea hummed against you, sucking hard on your clit again.

you tugged at her dark hair, pulling her closer as you finally let go. you released a high-pitched cry, unable to hold back as rhea guided you through your orgasm. your hips jerked wildly as you lost all control of your body. even with rhea's tight grip on you, you felt like you would fly off the bed. you tossed and turned as best you could as you rode out your high, never wanting the feeling to end. your cries and moans turned into pathetic whimpers and sighs as you came down. rhea's fingers slowed to a stop inside you, pulling them out carefully, leaving you feeling empty. but she kept her tongue lapping soothingly against your aching folds, cleaning you up in the most nurturing manner as you twitched uncontrollably.

staring up at the ceiling, you tried your hardest to catch your breath, barely feeling rhea moving around beneath you. your whole body felt like jell-o and you had a feeling that it would be a while before you could even move your legs again. kisses were being placed onto your neck and chin before you knew it and it took what little strength you had left to turn your head enough to catch rhea's arousal-covered lips in your own, kissing her breathlessly.

rhea just smiled against your lips and brought a hand up to the side of your face, gently tucking damp strands of hair behind your ear as she kissed you slowly. "you okay?" she whispered, stroking your cheek with her thumb, tangling her legs with yours as she turned onto her side.

"mmhm," you hummed, swallowing thickly as you curled into rhea's arms, trying to hide your yawn in the curve of her neck and pouting at the chuckle rhea gave you in response, pulling back to look at you, "what?"

"you're cute," the dark haired girl shook her head with a grin, kissing you slowly.

the familiar itch of a blush tickled your cheeks as you hid your face again. you wanted to make rhea feel as good as you just had. you just needed a minute to gain back the feeling in your limbs. but your heart dropped when you felt rhea pulling away from you, getting out of the bed. your anxiety was back, telling you that the girl who just blew you away was going to tell you to leave. biting your lip, you didn't question rhea's actions. you just sat up slowly, awkwardly quiet as you wrapped a nearby blanket around you so you could reach for your clothes, your back turned to rhea so the dark haired girl wouldn't see the embarrassment all over your face.

"what are you doing?" her voice made you flinch a bit, despite how gentle her words were. turning your head, you saw rhea back in her loose tank top, holding a grey t-shirt in her hand as she stood confused at the side of the bed.

"i- i thought you would want me to leave…" you bit your lip, holding the blanket firmly to your chest.

"no, i was just grabbing something for you to sleep in…if you wanted to stay, that is," rhea shook her head, holding out the t-shirt to you. she didn't usually let people sleep over, but you were different. she still wasn't sure how or why, but she knew that she didn't want you to leave so soon.

with a shy smile, you nodded, reaching for the shirt and slipping it over your head, inhaling the scent of rhea that clung to it. "thanks," you muttered, following her lead as you got under the covers and laid down against the pillows, "wh-what about you, though?"

"i can wait," rhea shrugged with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you again, "tonight was about you. and fuck, you were amazing."

"so were you," you giggled shyly, "i didn't think feeling like…that…was possible."

"you deserve it," rhea smirked against your lips, moving down to place a line of comforting kisses against your neck, "het some sleep, angel. not to toot my own horn, but i know you're exhausted." She chuckled a bit into your skin as you smiled against the shell of her ear.

"thank you," you yawned, not bothering to hide it as you laid your head down, falling asleep almost instantly with rhea's hands tracing random patterns on your lower back under the t-shirt.

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 5 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With each email written and received, you and Bradley are both aching for more details. While he's thinking about plans for a first date, you get apprehensive, knowing you're going to be devastated when he returns to wherever he calls home after a few days of leave. If the two of you had an opportunity to speak more intimately, there's a chance the details could fall into place.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley being hot

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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After much consideration on the matter, you sat down at home that evening with your phone and started to type up a response to Bradley. He wanted to know in an overabundance of detail how you'd feel if he asked to cancel your dinner reservation and chill with takeout instead? You weren't quite sure what he was getting at, and it felt a little bit like he had given you another assignment to work on, but you were planning on being completely transparent with him. 

Once again, the ease with which you and he communicated, even through the written word alone, was something that made you a little dizzy. A little needy. Bradley had better communication skills and paid you more attention than half of the men you'd dated, and he wasn't even in the same time zone as you.

Bradley,

We got the package you sent. My kids went wild over their personalized notes, as per usual. You've reached full celebrity status in my classroom. We'll be working on sending some notes back to you in the next few days, so brace yourself.

Please remember that you asked me for an abundance of detail here... What would I do if you wanted to change plans? Wanted to spend a quiet evening hanging out at your place instead of going out? In an extreme effort to sound as cool as possible right now... just thinking about this is making me feel warm enough that I need to take a lap around my apartment. I guess first of all, I would tell you that as far as takeout is concerned, I love Thai food the most. I'm not very picky though, so even a generic pizza and some beer would more than suffice. 

If you said you were tired from work and still wanted to hang out, I wouldn't be too pressed about the details. I would be perhaps a little giddy that you missed me enough to want me around. I'd offer to pick up dinner on my way. I would let you choose the movie. I wouldn't even be upset if you fell asleep. In fact I'd probably just cover you with a blanket and let you doze. There is perhaps no worse feeling than forcing yourself to go out when you just really don't want to. And right now nothing sounds better to me than watching a movie with you on your couch. But I have to know... if you're 6'1", are you too tall to stretch out there comfortably? Where would I end up? Would we be touching? Please reply with an abundance of detail. 

I know this scenario is purely hypothetical, but it does sound pretty perfect. I'll be thinking about splitting some Thai curry with you on your couch for a long time. Maybe during those couple days of leave when you get back to San Diego, we could meet? I think I would like that, even if you just have one day before you have to get back to your regular routine. And now I need to take another lap around my apartment.

One last thing. The aviator who took my photo on the beach was a woman, but I appreciate your response. I can't guarantee I'll stay off the beach, but I can guarantee that I'll give a guy a chance. Also, what does a girl have to do around here to get a dreamy sunset photo of you? 

Once again, hitting send before I can change my mind.

You took another lap around your apartment, even going so far as to walk around the block before it got too dark outside. Thai food and Bradley Bradshaw and a movie on his couch. There was a loop playing in your mind where he leaned in and kissed you before calling you 'Gorgeous Girl' and reaching for your hand.

"Why are you torturing yourself like this?" you moaned out loud when you walked back inside all flushed with desire. You took a long bath. You made some sleepy time tea. You sat on your couch with your notebook and worked on lesson plans until it was pretty late, but you weren't tired at all.

Frustrated that you were letting this man take over so much of your brain, you went to your bedroom and plugged your phone in for the night. And that's when you heard the familiar ping, alerting you to the fact that you had a new email.

"No way," you gasped when you looked at the screen. You'd just send him a response two hours ago, and Bradley had already written back. You flopped down onto your bed, wrenching your phone back from the charger as you started to read.

Hey, Gorgeous,

Your answer was enlightening, thank you. Relieved to hear you wouldn't pout about missing the dinner reservation. I love Thai food, but I would absolutely insist on grabbing the takeout and having you pick the movie (nothing with scary spiders, please). 

I actually don't really fit on my couch too well at all. If I really stretch out, my feet dangle over the arm, and there wouldn't be much room left for you, too. Would we be touching? God, I hope so. Where would you end up? I'm blushing just thinking about the possibilities. 

You asked for details? Well, I'd ask for permission. If you gave me permission to touch you, we'd be holding hands. If you gave me permission for more than that, then you'd be covering both of us with a blanket, and I'd be holding you a lot closer. I don't think I should provide further details on that right now, actually. Gorgeous girl, you're messing with my head.

If you're feeling generous enough to give me a chance, then I'm feeling generous enough to send you a sunset photo. But frankly a girl like you isn't going to have to do much at all to get whatever she wants. Next decent sunset around here is all for you.

Your Truly,

Bradley

Well, you may never sleep again. You read his email twice before pulling up the photo of him in front of his jet, and your mind started to wander as you looked at his face. No, you'd never sleep again.

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Bradley felt pretty ridiculous. He'd never taken so many photos of himself before in his life. Snapping a few for your class while in his cockpit with all of his gear on was one thing, but trying to get a flattering one of his face with the sun setting in the middle of the ocean was something else entirely. He was alone in a deserted part of the deck, thankful nobody else could see him. 

"Maybe she won't notice if I'm not in it," he muttered as he snapped one of the setting sun. The sky was glowing a deep orange, and the clouds moving in made everything look even dreamier. He started thinking about you and the fact that you said you were going to give him a chance. The details weren't important. He'd work that part out. When he got back to San Diego, he was going to see if you and he were as compatible in person as you were right now. But the remainder of his deployment was the one thing that was preventing that from happening immediately, and you did ask him for a photo of himself. If you really wanted it, he'd make sure you had it.

He had never been so stressed out about his scars in his adult life before right now. The best photo he took of himself was one where they looked a little more prominent. He'd sleep on it tonight and consider if he wanted to send it or a different one. Usually he didn't care at all. He supposed that in person, women would either talk to him or not, depending upon if they were bothered by the way he looked or not. But you weren't with him in person, and the more detailed the photos were, the more likely you were to dwell on his face now. He really wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

After grabbing an inspired dinner alone in the mess hall, he thought about eating spicy Thai curry on his couch while you and he argued playfully about which movie to watch. Then he thought about you sitting on his lap and maybe even touching his scars which he hoped you wouldn't be bothered by. Then, as he changed to head to the gym, he imagined all the things he thought about but didn't tell you. Like pulling you onto his lap or stretching out on his couch with you lying mostly on top of him. His hand would find a nice resting spot on your back, or maybe even a little lower. His lips would eventually find yours, and the movie would become a distant memory in his mind.

"Shit." Now he was the one who needed to walk a lap before he could even go to the gym. He was already sweating by the time he got there, making it his continued mission to avoid the married woman while he listened to his playlist. He did a few extra reps, knowing you were on dry land in San Diego and wanting to make sure he looked as good as possible. Maybe he could make up for the close up photo of his face with his body.

Without sleeping on it, Bradley went back to the lounge and logged in. He sent you the best photo of the bunch along with two sentences.

Thinking of you, Gorgeous. Tell me about your week.

But he didn't hear back from you right away, and it wasn't for lack of checking his inbox. He hoped you and your students were working their way through the last batch of notes that he'd mailed. Or maybe you were busy and tired from taking them on a field trip. He was hoping there was a reason other than you not liking his bad selfie that meant he didn't get a response. 

Luckily he got busy over the weekend so he didn't have to think about it as much. Each time he climbed that ladder up to his cockpit and waited patiently for his jet to launch from the carrier deck, he took a few seconds to clear his mind and make sure he was focused on the right thing. He needed to survive this deployment so he could even potentially allow his thoughts to go further with you later.

When he made his way back to the lounge after dinner and a shower on Sunday night, he definitely got more in his inbox than he was hoping for. And not in a good way. There was a new message from you, but it was sitting right beneath a second, newer message. From Vanessa.

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked himself, loud enough that the guy next to him turned and glanced his way. It had been months since they'd spoken. Literally fucking months, and she was emailing him now? "No." Sudden panic started to boil to the surface as he quickly tried to click on it, now terrified about what she could be contacting him in regards to.

Hi,

I'm only writing to you because I have a bit of an issue that I need your help dealing with. I can't find my favorite water bottle anywhere. I think it's in your kitchen cabinet, and I just started at a new gym, so I really need it. Let me know how I can get into your house to retrieve it. And please don't take forever to respond to this like you usually do. Like I said, I really need it.

Vanessa

It was a joke. It must be. Bradley double checked the email address to make sure he wasn't being pranked by Nat or somebody else, but no, it was really from Vanessa. 

"A fucking water bottle?" he muttered. He couldn't even picture what she was talking about. Unless it was that ugly, oversized pink thing she used to carry around with her everywhere? The one with the big handle that he joked could double as a weapon? That thing?

What the fuck. He wrote back to her before he even bothered to open the email from you.

Vanessa, it's a water bottle. And it's already been months. Can't this wait until I'm home?

He hit send, rolled his shoulders and took a few deep breaths. He could archive her message so he didn't have to see it again, and he'd just deal with her bullshit later. He would read what you had to say instead, and hopefully it would cheer him up. But after he stood and stretched for a minute and sat back down, there was already a new response from Vanessa waiting for him.

"What the actual hell?" he grunted. He didn't even know what time it was at home, and he didn't take the few seconds to do the math as he started to read.

No, Bradley. I can't wait. It's a $65 sustainable, dual temperature, leak proof water bottle in a limited edition color. And I would like it back. I tried to find a replacement online, but I do not want a potentially used water bottle. Please advise.

He sat there with his fists clenched and his jaw set tight. He literally could not believe her. Anyone else would just use a different water bottle like a normal person, but he knew she'd be on his ass nonstop about this now. The fact that he was going to have to explain this situation to Nat and beg her to go over there with his spare key was almost laughable. He'd probably owe her two steak dinners if he asked her to deal with his ex girlfriend, because she never could stomach Vanessa. 

He sent Nat a quick email anyway with Vanessa's phone number which he had to look up in his phone, begging her to take care of this for him. It would be worth the price of two dinners at this point. Then he settled back in his seat and tapped on your beautiful name, letting the monitor fill up with your words. When he started reading, he forgot he was supposed to feel nervous at what you sent back in response to the close up selfie.

Bradley,

Wow. I didn't think things could improve after the photo of you with your jet and the video where you're speaking. But I was wrong. So wrong. And I'm not upset about it. You're very handsome. The sunset looks okay, too. Now you're the one messing with my head.

I'm sorry I didn't write back immediately, but you should know that your hot photo has taken up residence in my mind. My week involved three of my students getting sick with the flu as well as a bunch of parent/teacher conferences, and tonight I'm really tired. The idea of snuggling, or more, with you on your couch has been playing on loop. I'm giving you permission to hold my hand if we ever meet in person. You have very nice looking hands. You have a very nice looking everything. Would you mind me asking how old you are?

Right, well, we mailed another box back to you on Friday afternoon. My kids asked me to project a photo of a Super Hornet onto the wall so they could have a drawing contest. I finally caved and let them, and they want you to be the judge. And once again, you'll have eighteen individual letters to read. Nineteen if you include the one I put in the box.

On that note, I'm going to take a bath and snuggle up in bed. And you can't blame a girl for looking at that photo again.

Yours Truly,

Your favorite pen pal 

Now this was the kind of thing he wanted in his inbox, not questions about missing water bottles. Bradley hit reply immediately, happy that you hadn't even mentioned his scars. You thought he was handsome in the close up picture? He always figured he was okay enough looking that his height and build made women say he was attractive. But you actually called him handsome. He started typing back to you, already feeling so much better.

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After resting all weekend, you were definitely feeling better. You loved your students, but sometimes dealing with their parents was more than you bargained for. Adults were often worse than kids when it came to complaining and exercising patience. All of the conferences from last week were a thing of the past now, but you still felt a little bad for taking so long to write back to Bradley. Especially after he sent you that photo.

Maybe you felt like you had to reel it in a little bit. What was the most that was going to happen? He'd agree to meet you during his short leave in San Diego? Maybe you'd go out on a date? It would probably be the best date of your life. It might even turn out to be the best night of your life. And then he'd leave for another station with the Navy, or maybe he'd return back home, leaving you feeling even lonelier than you did before you inadvertently mailed him that first box.

It was a good thing you had your students to take your mind off things on Monday morning. 

"Are we going to talk about aviation now or after lunch?" Violet asked as she unpacked her pencil box.

You took a deep breath and said, "We're actually going to start a unit on Natural History today." Eighteen pairs of eyes stared at you like you'd completely lost your mind. "It'll be great!"

Oliver's hand rocketed into the air. "Does Lieutenant Bradley also know stuff about Natural History? Is that what we're going to write to him about now?"

Great. Your students were just as attached as you were. "Well since our aviation unit is going to be tapering off, we probably won't need to be writing to him as much now."

"What?" gasped Jayden. 

"No way," complained Nia. 

After that, you tried to move along with your lesson plans, but the entire class just sat there quietly, barely engaged with what you were saying. And perhaps part of it was your fault, because you didn't really feel like teaching this after all. By the time lunch and recess arrived, you felt defeated. You sat quietly at your desk in your empty classroom while your kids played outside, and you ate your lunch while you checked your phone. Bradley had written back an hour ago. Even if you wanted to wait until later to read it, you wouldn't have been able to.

Hey, Gorgeous,

That note from you made my day. I can't wait for the new letters from the kids to arrive so I can spend my evenings writing back instead of absolutely living in the gym right now. You want me to judge a drawing contest? Bring it on. I'm so ready.

I'll tell you how old I am. I wasn't expecting to be so nervous about it, though. I'm thirty-six. You definitely look younger than that. I know it's never appropriate to ask a woman how old she is, so maybe you'll offer that number up without me asking? And maybe you'll tell me that I'm still within the age range of men you let email you regularly? Please?

Not gonna lie, taking a hot bath sounds amazing right now. And snuggling up in something bigger than an extra long twin bed would be heavenly. And thinking about you doing either of those things is enough to get me through the week with a smile on my face. Maybe even through the rest of the month. Maybe even to the point where I'm in San Diego. You'd look adorable snuggled up in your bed. But then again, when aren't you completely Gorgeous?

I'll be waiting for more air mail and another email.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw

"Damn it," you groaned, melting back into your desk chair and shoving a cracker into your mouth. Even if meeting him was going to be a one-off, you still wanted to do this. You still wanted to write back to him and flirt and listen to his voice in the video he sent for your class with Marty the mechanic. You wanted to think about him working out on the aircraft carrier. You still wanted him to call you Gorgeous. You'd write back tonight.

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Bradley was taking another video and some more photos in the shop with Marty for your class when one of the admirals stopped by. He jumped to attention and addressed him. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, you haven't put in for a phone call. Would you like to?"

Bradley just blinked at him for a few seconds. "I don't really have anyone to call, Sir." But that wasn't completely true. He'd never actually asked you about it, but he wouldn't mind calling your number. Which he didn't even have.

The admiral nodded and said, "Just giving first dibs to my high rankers who haven't made a call home yet. Otherwise you're dismissed, Lieutenant."

As soon as he started to walk away, Bradley found himself following along. "Actually, Sir, I may have changed my mind."

If he was already thinking about Thai food and a picnic on the beach for a first date, he might as well just ask you for your number now. As long as you didn't tell him his age was an issue. As long as you seemed keen on the idea of him calling. So he put his name down on the list, and then he started to sweat. He finished up with Marty, and he headed for the lounge.

When he logged in, he braced himself for another note from Vanessa like he always did now, but the only new item he saw was from you. He decided right then that if the vibes still felt right, he'd ask for permission to call you. And yeah, the vibes were feeling pretty fucking good. 

As soon as he opened the email, the attached photo at the bottom pulled his gaze in like a beacon. You were in bed, mostly under the covers, and the thin straps of some sort of tank top were the only thing preventing him from having a completely unobstructed view of both of your shoulders. Your skin looked impossibly soft, too perfect for him to touch with his rough hands, and your expression was playful and maybe a little nervous. He could see the soft swell of your breasts before the blankets enveloped your body in the most comfortable looking cocoon. He wanted to join you there in the worst way, and keep you warm enough that you wouldn't even need that blanket.

His heart was pounding as he started to read your note.

Bradley,

You know, it's funny you should mention that, because my currently inactive dating app profile says I'm interested in men who are between 30 and 40 years old. So you sound kind of perfect to me. And not that you asked or anything, but I turned 30 earlier this year. I hope that's within the age range of women that you let email you regularly.

I'm writing this from my bed. I have attached a photo. I'm not wearing any makeup, and I'm all snuggled in for the night, and of course I'm thinking about you. Whether it's a good idea or not, I find myself frequently thinking about you.

Your favorite pen pal

He scrolled back to the photo and sighed. Oh, he knew it was a good idea. Maybe you just needed a little bit more convincing, but it was definitely a great idea. That first date was looking better and better in his mind. He wished he could give you an estimate on when he'd be home so the two of you could start planning it. Bradley's stomach was growling for dinner as he pried his eyes away from your photo long enough to type out a message.

Hey, Gorgeous,

You're the only woman I'm going to let email me regularly. And I was right. You do look adorable snuggled up in your bed. That photo is going to keep me up at night wondering how cute you'd look in mine...

It looks like I'll have the opportunity to make a phone call soon, and I'd love to hear your voice. If you want to talk. I can't guarantee I won't sound like an idiot, tripping over my words the whole time, but hey, a guy can dream. Will you let me have your phone number?

Yours Truly,

Bradley

And now, once again, he would wait for you to respond, hoping his luck wasn't about to run out.

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A phone call! She him your number immediately, Gorgeous! There are some things you need to hear him say in that raspy, sexy voice! Thank you @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 6

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John Hancock - NSFW Alphabet

Only out to have a little fun! Enjoy (or not)! This is just my take on his character.

3.8k words (oops).

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

No matter how you decide to do the deed, Hancock has your best interest at heart, as long as you stay in his good graces. He wouldn’t necessarily baby you after sex, but he’ll make sure you’re all right, as you may wind up participating in several experimental or unusual scenarios. But in the end, John wants to make sure his little ray of sunshine is well-rested for round two.

He'd offer you chems for a bit of a pick-me-up, a cigarette precariously hanging from the corner of his mouth—he needs a smoke after. It just “feels right.”

He would pat his shoulder as a place for you to rest your head, then pull you in nice and tight before sharing a drag with you, going insofar as to place the filter against your lips, held loosely between two fingers. No uncomfortable post-coital silence—unless you’re into that.

Hancock might even get all philosophical on you now that his head’s clear. I can see him being into pillow talk regardless—we know he loves to run his mouth—nothing a romp in the sack with you won’t cure.

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

I have a feeling Hancock isn’t picky, as long as your heart is in the right place. There is more to him than being a “drug addict.” I’d say he’s well-read, even though he acts on instinct—he may be pretty well fond of your brain.

Hancock puts a lot of stock into how people think or speak versus their actions. He’s not a pushover, doesn’t take any bullshit, and if your belief system matches up with his—if he, “likes the way you operate”— you don’t have much to worry about.

Still, I see him favoring something warm and supple to grab onto, something soft to kiss. And he’ll take his time when he’s in the mood, dishing out compliments as he explores every inch of your body.

Maybe with being a Ghoul, it’s a real treat when you get to knock boots with a human. I can see him missing out on what that feels like from time to time.

As far as his own body, I see this man as a bit self-conscious, though he doesn’t let onto that fact quite often. Comments about his “ugly mug” are made in jest, but there is some truth to that within his own thought process and how he perceives himself, most likely, despite the whole “King of the Zombies” vibe he says the ladies love.

Personally, I think his confidence is partially a façade.

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

Hancock always makes sure you get yours. Multiple orgasms are in the cards, as he knows exactly how to make your toes curl, and he’s not above using that information to his advantage.

You’re the wettest thing in the Wasteland when Hancock’s around, and you can bet your ass he’s going to comment on it every chance he gets. Otherwise, he loves to play in it; to spread the sheen between his fingers; to lick it clean off while you watch, or to smear it over his withered skin, lubricating his cock with it.

All in all, it’s a stroke to his ego to know he’s the one responsible for making you cum that hard that often. You can be damn sure he’s out to fuck you every chance he gets. 

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

I mentioned this in another post, but Hancock likes it when you’re addicted to chems because he’s the one providing. As long as he’s supplying the drugs for you to get your fix, you’re not going to leave him high and dry.

Maybe he fears being, “skipped out on,” thinkin’ it’s just another reason for you to stick around. It ties into him being insecure—call it insurance. He’s not proud of it, but you don’t seem to mind, and there’s no one around to call him on it.

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

Based on comments we hear throughout the game, Hancock was known to be a looker before being a Ghoul. He’s still a looker even after his transformation, and he is well-aware his physical appearance garners the attention of the ladies, or so he says. From this we can infer Hancock has no trouble in finding someone to fuck. I’m sure he has been around the block more than a few times, but it would be the appearance of someone special in his life that might make him rethink his whorish lifestyle.

Despite being a bit of a promiscuous rascal who most likely participates in a lot of meaningless sex, when he finds the right person, I am sure he is more than happy to be monogamous. But overall, I would say he definitely knows what the hell he’s doing—why else would Bobbi make that comment about everyone being in love with him?

Hancock’s a catch, contrary to whether or not he believes it himself, and for more than one reason, me thinks. And it is common for even those people who are “good-looking” to be self-conscious and worried about how others perceive them, so that doesn’t change the idea of him still being insecure despite his charm and charisma, though him saying he’s charming could be him playing at being facetious.

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

The Couch Surfer*

Hancock loves to bend you over the arm of the couch in the Old State House with you face down in the cushions as he plows into you from behind. It allows for deeper penetration and more thrusting power, with your feet either on the floor, or with your knees pulled in toward your own body as your legs hover off the ground.

This also makes it so neither of you have to get entirely undressed if you don’t want to, or if there is simply no time for anything but a quickie. With both of you pulling down your trousers, or with you hiking up your dress, it makes for easy access, and the angle is just right for hitting that sweet spot.

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

Hancock is a switch in more ways than one. This can go either way, as he’s not afraid to get weird or try anything once. At the same time, if you’re his special person, he may be inclined to take things a bit more serious. Think body worship in this case, or copious amounts of praise, romantic notions in your ear—that sort of thing.

This doesn’t account for if you’ve pissed him off, as all bets are off, and I’m sure he can think of more than one way to set you straight, even if that involves being more condescending than usual, or withholding sex all together because he’s just “not feeling it after the way you’ve been actin’.”  

In fact, he may be able to home in on if he’s frightening you—that in and of itself can be a turn on. Oh, you’ve been misbehaving lately? Get ready to meet No More Mister Nice Ghoul. Although, you’d have to fuck up royally for him to take any of that so serious.

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

No hair, don’t care (obviously)! But Hancock may enjoy running his fingers through yours, and he does so gently, not afraid to brush that stray strand out of your eyes.

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

This can also go either way, depending on Hancock’s mood. One minute he’s treating you like the filthy whore you are, and the next minute he’s spewing off the most romantic things you’ve ever heard. He’s not afraid to speak his mind, no matter the topic of conversation. He’ll tell you to suck his cock like a good little slut, but then don’t put it past him to confess how much you mean to him in the same breath.

In other words, you can simultaneously be the best thing that’s ever happened to him, while also receiving an earful of the dirtiest, raunchiest trash talk to have ever been uttered by man. He knows you’re going to come undone regardless—he just has that effect on you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Hancock loves to force you to watch him masturbate when it’s impossible for you to touch him. That American flag at his waist serves well in a pinch, able to tie your hands up so he can sit back and pleasure himself without you interfering.

Long, languid strokes drive you mad, Hancock not skimping on the heady eye contact, enjoying it when you come unraveled at the seams. You’re begging to join in, to please him yourself, but this is where the fun begins—cry for him all you want to, those handcuffs aren’t coming off, not until he says so.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Oh, man. OK, here we go!

Praise kink – Hancock gives Golden Retriever boyfriend energy. Maybe it’s the fact he follows you around in-game, but he would take so well to you praising him. “Mn, yeah? You like that? Let me show you what else I can do…”

Role-play – I can see this man being into role-play scenarios. He already basically cosplays as a historical figure— it gives him the freedom to mess around with you knowing he doesn’t mean any of it in the end. You can be sure he’d have a safe word if that’s something you’re wanting. He’d take on new roles himself, or play along with yours. “Big bad Mayor” comes to mind for those of you who want a little more bossing around.

Sensation play - Hancock is big on touch. He loves to trace your skin with his fingers, or for you to touch him. I can also see him being into sensory deprivation, blindfolding himself so his sole focus remains on the feel of your hands smoothing over his callous flesh. I’m sure besides a lot of one-night stands, he barely gets anything in the way of attention. It’s always quick and easy— to really be close to someone? That takes guts.

Brat taming – This is a given. Maybe it’s not a game, you’re just really a brat. He doesn’t mess around when it’s time to get serious, so if you’re in his way, or if you’re rubbing him wrong, expect to hear about it. Think daddy/little girl vibes in most cases, but this can spill over into the role-play arena as well. But it’s not all negative—if you’ve been a good girl or boy, he’s willing to praise you for a job well done.

Degradation – Shit-talking him to the point of degradation is a thing he’s into. Not that he believes everything you’re saying, but he’s able to take a few verbal punches without psychic damage. The more sarcastic and ruthless you are, the more he respects you, and the more it may turn him on. He enjoys someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to him, but he also enjoys being put in his place, if you have the balls to try.

Bondage – Tie him up and have your way with him, or he’s liable to do the same to you. He loves a strong, take-charge woman, and a go get ‘em kinda man. He has the most fun when you’re the one who’s “powerless.” He’ll drive you wild before he finally gives in—the best part is watching you squirm and beg for him.

Exhibitionism – He will fuck you anywhere and everywhere; he doesn’t care who watches, but watching’s all their going to do. Hancock’s always down for a quickie, or something a little more intimate, but it doesn’t matter if it’s in the privacy of his suite at the Old State House, or the backroom of the Third Rail. Sex is sex, and there is no one he rather have it more with than you—anytime, anyplace.

Knife play/ Gun play – This Ghoul will use any and all means with which to get his rocks off, and he has a special place in his heart for knives. He’ll draw blood, or not, running the blade across your skin, not afraid to use the hilt to fuck you. The same goes for guns of all sorts, shells or bullets removed. Expect them to be put into places – like your mouth, or cunt. He’s not shy about it.

*I should add he is a total switch. He can play at top or bottom. IMO he plays bottom more frequently for male partners, and tops for female partners, but again, he loves a woman who knows how to take charge – he wouldn’t mind if you stepped on him.

Overall, he has a lot of sadistic qualities, but he’s also a bit of a masochist— he knows when and where to draw the line. He would never hurt you or do anything without your consent, UNLESS you’ve done something to get on his bad side, then there is no telling what might happen.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do):

As I mentioned earlier, this man is an exhibitionist, so he would settle for fucking you anywhere he could. However, the riskier, the better, as he’s not afraid of getting caught—it’s part of the thrill. But if he’s feeling romantic, maybe he takes you to the roof of the Old State House, out under the stars.

Afterward, he lays with you there, pointing out the various constellations he’s read about in books. Maybe he even dragged an old mattress up there—no one will miss it—as it’s a place you frequently rendezvous.

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

Violence and compassion, LOL. Allow me to explain:

Put simply, you putting down assholes for all the right reasons gets him hard. Hancock’s all about dispensing justice, about helping out the little guy, so if he gets to watch you kill evil fucking people while doing just that? Talk about a bonus— a really attractive one.

“Mn, the way you cut that guy’s head clean off—I wanted to fuck you right then and there. You should have seen his eyes bug out—bastard knew what was coming.”

Also, you doing a lot of chems and lowering your inhibitions for him? You willing to get freaky with him? That just makes you soulmates.

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

Cannibalism, which is self-explanatory considering his comments in the game in regard to Sole if you have/use that perk. Hey, at least he’s not too judgmental.

I also do not assume he’s into torture, or blood and gore. A quick, merciless death is more his style, but considering his thoughts on Pickman and his “artistic flair,” plus not wanting to go anywhere near the gallery to see for himself, makes me think he’s adverse to that kind of thing. He doesn’t necessarily like hurting people or causing pain, only when the situation truly calls for it.

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

I see him as preferring to give, though he won’t turn down a blowjob. It is a high all its own to get you off so easy with his mouth.

All those delicious little sounds; the way you writhe beneath him; the way you hold the back of his head; the way you say his name… It’s addicting, almost more so than chems. And I should say he’s not above eating ass.

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

Again, both—depending on what his mood dictates. He’s not afraid to fuck you hard and fast, but he can also slow down and make love to you when he’s feeling soft. He’s a moody Ghoul, but it is a part of his charm. Time spent with him is never boring.

Sometimes, pure, unbridled lust wins out, or maybe he’s feeling sadistic for whatever reason—in this case, you may find yourself unable to walk the next morning.

But he can also be sensual, taking his time to please you proper while sending you to heaven on a cloud of fluffy, romantic words. He’s multifaceted, and so is your love for each other.

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

I don’t think I am alone when I say that Hancock commenting offhand about, “you just say the word if you wanna take a little, uh, chem break” is most likely a euphemism for sex and very suggestive.

He sure as hell has nothing bad to say about quickies. Getting down and dirty at a moment’s notice is in his wheelhouse, so don’t be afraid to tell him when you’re in the mood, no matter where you might be or what you might be doing.

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

Bears repeating, I guess. He’s up for almost anything and everything, minus the eating human flesh part. He’s not afraid to take risks in any aspect of his life, always out to do the right thing, even if there are consequences.

In relation to sex, he’s not shy, and doesn’t expect for you to be either. Feel free to open up to him about your deepest, darkest desires—he would be thrilled to help you out in that department.

Expect him to offer chems beforehand, or to check in with you if it’s something a little more high-risk. Safety first and all that nonsense—he truly cares about your well-being, but it’s also nice to know he’s met his match. That’s not to say he wouldn’t have fun corrupting you.

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

I’m going to say that the regenerative effect that Ghouls possess also allows them to recuperate quickly after sex. Hancock has a stamina stockpile; he could go for hours, or for multiple rounds.

Of course, he also doesn’t mind just holding you, slowing down to bask for a little while in your amiable company.

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

Back to the knife-play, gun-play kink, I suspect he not only uses various, dangerous tools to pleasure you, but also rope, or handcuffs. Everyday items that can he repurposed into something new and fucked up—alligator clamps for your nipples, or an Institute shock baton as a cattle prod—if you’re into that sort of thing. In other words, he’s not afraid to experiment.

As it’s the “end of the world,” I am not sure he has access to expensive, exotic toys, but if he did, he would be sure to use them. Maybe there’s an old sex shop with a few top of the line products still on the shelves. He’d nab anything for shits and giggles, trying various things out on you and on himself. Not like he has anything better to do.

But even so, he probably prefers it just being you and him, nothing fancy. He doesn’t need it— you’re all he needs to have a good time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Hancock often plays unfair. He loves to tease you to the point of edging. He’ll take you as far as the cusp of an orgasm, then let the feeling dissipate, driving you toward insanity a little more each time.

And he’s so good at what he does; you’ll cum when he allows it. Lucky for you, this time he’s feeling generous—but if you pout? He’s done for.

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

Hancock may make you scream his name, but he’s more of a subdued moan, heavy breaths in your ear kind of Ghoul. He’ll whisper sweet sentiments or speak all the filthy, filthy things he’s going to do you, but may be a bit of a pillow biter when roles are reversed.

He’d still take it like a champ, though, chomping down to keep from “embarrassing” himself. I also bet he’s a bit of a whimperer, or a whiner, fingers digging into the sheets as he buckles down under you like a common whore.

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

I’ve got two:

1) Hancock is an over-protective boyfriend who is always out to “watch your back,” whether that be keeping his eye out for creeps, or intervening in a conversation on your behalf. I can also see him as the slightly jealous type, though he would bring it up only due to his own insecurities. Otherwise, he quietly stews until it eats away at him enough he feels the need to say what’s on his mind.

“Hey, if you’re getting bored of me, just say the word—I’ll go.” I don’t think he wants to stick around where he’s not wanted.

2) Hancock is into PDA maybe more than he should be. He’d let you sit in his lap in public while his hands travel your body. He’d caress your waist and thighs, and whisper jokes in your ear that are only meant for you to hear— Hancock loves making you giggle. He’s also up for dragging you into dark corners for steamy make-out sessions, or just wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Let ‘em stare, he gives no fucks who sees you together.

Of course, he’s also OK with just gazing at you lovingly when no one’s looking— not even you.

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

Hancock’s cock is just as scarred and damaged as the rest of his body, but he can still get it up, and the striations and respective bits of raised tissue are basically just another way of saying “ribbed for your pleasure.”

It’s variegated in color, or various shades—pale, deathly white, intermingled with dark, almost cadaverous-like patches. If you’re into necrosis, this is the man for you, though nothing is falling off or anything like that—he’s 100% intact, willing and able.

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

I imagine he has a pretty high sex-drive, but sex isn’t everything to him by any means. He’s always down for a quick romp in the hay, but he’s also not opposed to cuddles.

Yes, he’s a cuddler. With the sappy, over the top romantic lines he says in game, how can this man NOT want to bury himself in your arms every chance he gets? And don’t put it past him to be clingy, either. That’s not always what he’s about, but it can happen with the right combination of brain chemicals and fluffy feelings.

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

I see Hancock as waiting for you to fall asleep first, or at least being cognizant enough to know what is going on in the event he has to keep you safe from whatever’s lurking in the dark, whether you’re hiding in the ruins, or walled up somewhere in Goodneighbor—can never be too careful.

In addition, I peg him as someone who may be a bit of an insomniac. He’s a bit hyper in game, and with the fact he pumps himself full of chems just to try to get high, I imagine even as a Ghoul it could fuck up your sleep cycle.

Still, when he falls asleep he sleeps hard—but don’t mind waking him. He’s ready to go when you are, just give him a minute.

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If you enjoyed this, be on the lookout for my John Hancock x Fem! Reader fic in the next day or so! 6.8k+ words of porn with plot. :D

P.S.: if you have a specific request, or just want to talk about Hancock in my inbox, feel free!!

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Edit: Here’s the fic!

[bunni-v1]

Something that's been on my mind for so long is lighter/harumasa x chubby! Reader, coming from someone chubby I hate how my body doesn't fit multiple outfits or my rolls whenever I sit down. But oh my goodness it's been on my mind o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

🍓Every time a chubby bitch (affectionate) feels insecure a fairy dies. Not to be weird but I fucking love chubby people, they're so fucking hot, I will burn down all of society for them. These r short btw, sorry. I personally have had the opposite issue weight-wise my whole life, so I didn't wanna pretend like I knew what you go through lol.

Lighter Lorenz

-Lighter prefers his partner to have more meat on their bones, I'm 100% sure. (Hoyoverse told me). Having more of you to hold and love would never be a bad thing, and it irritates him when people insinuate their partners being bigger is a bad thing.

-He doesn't really leave room for you to feel insecure about yourself, because he's so very in love with all of you. If you even utter a negative word about yourself he's looking at you with this adorable pouty glare, getting ready to kiss you stupid so you'll shut up.

-He's great for your self-esteem because he makes you feel so amazing and pretty. He peppers you with kisses, especially over parts of your skin you find particularly ugly. He will shower you with love until you also love yourself as much as he does.

-If you're worried about being too heavy for him to hold or anything, that's not a problem either. Lighter is strong, and easily lifts you up regardless of how heavy you are. You weigh nothing to him, honestly, and it's not even a challenge.

-It's not just him, though. The girls also love you, and they won't let you feel bad about the way your body looks. Lighter comes with your own personal hype squad attached, it seems.

-Help the stupid soul that makes you feel insecure. Lighter is like your valiant Knight in Leather Armor. If someone has an issue with you, they have an issue with him, and he's happy to prove that to them if need be.

Harumasa Asaba

-Harumasa is, how do I put this... weight blind? He's just not the kind of guy to really give that much of a shit about little things like that. Life is too short to be picky about the person you fall in love with, and he honestly wouldn't want you to change anything for him anyway.

-Chubby, skinny, tall, short, whatever, it doesn't matter that much to him. You are you, that's all that matters right? Well, if you're feeling bad about yourself, then it matters a little bit. He doesn't want you thinking he doesn't care about your feelings.

-Always, always assures you that you look so good in everything -- and equally, he's always willing to prove that he thinks you look good. He can't promise the clothes will survive, but if it'll make you feel better the clothes can be nobly sacrificed.

-And, yeah, he uses the "You're more comfortable to cuddle," argument on you all the time. It's true, though. You are very comfortable to lay on and sleep with. The soft squish of your warm tummy is the perfect resting spot after a long day of work.

-If someone's bothering you or making you feel bad, he's the type to come over and flip it around on them. He's very good at finding people's insecurities, after all. If they want to make you feel bad, they should know what it feels like too! It's only fair, right?

[kingdom-of-sins]

hii how do u think the fourth wing boys would react to finding out your dragons are mated? 👀 (pls pls include aaric?)

(I have only read till half of IF so forgive me if something doesn't align with the characters)

Ridoc: You both are first year and this guy has been flirting with you from the moment he saw you cross the parapet. You were a challenge to him and you enjoyed the game as well. You both made a bet that if both of you survive thrashing and bond with dragons there will be some serious celebration which will not involve any clothes. Imagine Ridoc surprised, happy, horny, confused at the same time. That's how he was when you both found out your dragons are mates, and the celebration certainly happened sooner because both your dragons started "celebrating" as well. Ridoc is especially happy about the connection he has with you now...sending "wild" thoughts in the middle of a series class or the continuous mental fighting. He also pouted an entire day when he realized you successfully learned to shield your mind and used it against him, but luckily for him he knows how to get your shield down. Ridoc is also very grateful that his dragon prefers to stay with his mate all the time.

Liam: Okay for this I have an entire scenario in my head. You as the daughter of the king but you hid your identity well and no one in that death hole war college knows who you really are, except for violet. You and Liam have fought each other during training, obviously Liam always winning and ending up on top of you. The subtle flirting and caring could almost go unnoticed, but still enough to make both your hearts crave something more. But you know you have to stay away from the marked ones and can't develop feelings for any of them, maybe that's why you sometimes act rude towards him just when things start to get a little more than a mere friendship. After the threshing, Liam immediately figured out that both your dragons are mate (Xaden helped him). But you couldn't figure out what's going on, and let's just say your dragon has a mischievous side and is enjoying your confusion and frustration. Liam's has suddenly developed an urge to be with you all the time (not really, he felt this way before but the dragons gave him a good reason now). Because of the bond Liam soon found out your true identity, maybe he read your mind or his dragon told him because your dragon can't keep a single secret from his mate. Out of loyalty Liam told Xaden and it became a whole mess. A big fight happen between you and Liam and at that moment both your dragons thought it would be funny to hook up. So all that emotions let to angry hate sex with you and Liam. A marked one and the princess. The hate sex didn't last long and it soon turned into something more passionate and emotional. The next day Liam happily sat next to his dragon as he watch you scold your dragon for getting horny at the worst time possible. You still have a lot to get used to but you don't regret your time with Liam. Liam thinks its the best thing that has happened to him.

Imagine Liam using his signet to watch you when you are a little bit far away. Imagine his love sick smile and everyone is like "what's he smiling about?"

Bodhi: You being a first year and Bodhi a third year. Bodhi was not expecting you to bond with his dragon's mate, especially when everyone knows your dragon has an attitude and is very picky. Bodhi was literally going "no no no" when he was observing the thrashing and his dragon is like "my mate choose well, she is pretty and strong". Up until then Bodhi never really care about you but now suddenly there is this big twist. Imagine you are one of those people who thinks that rules should always be followed, it certainly doesn't work when Bodhi is literally part of the rebellion. So what does Bodhi do? Get you in trouble first which could get you kicked out or worse, and then tell you that your dragons are mates. It's the only idea he can come up with in short time to protect the rebellion and to make sure you don't do blabbing away, not that you were ever going to because even though you follow rules you know what is wrong and what is right. Your dragon doesn't like Bodhi much but tolerate him because of his mate. Bodhi's dragon however adore you. When your dragon started mating you stay away far away from Bodhi, maybe even seek the comfort of another and lets just say Bodhi has a hard time hiding his jealousy, especially when his own dragon is also jealous on his behalf

Garrick: "I am fucked" That's the words that came out of Garrick's mouth when he realized you bonded with his dragon's mate. And why he reacted that way? Because you two hooked up shortly after you started your first year and he ended things because you caught feelings and he didn't, at least that's what he believe. Now it didn't take you long to move on (that's what he believes) but he is certain that this new change between you two will make everything more complicated. Garrick trying to explain you the enter thing, mated dragons, him and you never going to happen and all that. He was kind of disappointed when you only replied "cool". He can hear his dragon laughing with its mate about the entire situation. The fact that you are so chill about all this made him even more frustrated and he just keeps lying to himself that the frustration is because your dragons are about to "mate" again, and you are like "then why am i not feeling it?" and just walk away. You will be in hell before you let yourself catch feeling again, and Garrick is terribly regretting not giving you his heart when you first confessed. "I am fucked", and his dragon is like "yes you are and me and my mate are enjoying this". The direct mental link is another thing that has disrupted his entire life when you just simply indifferent to him and flirt and hook up with others. And when you learned to shield your mind Garrick was losing it. He can't even imagine not able to have the constant connection with you, but of course he tried his best to hide it

Dain: Yeah this guy felt like he lost all control when you bonded with his dragon's mate. "is that even possible?" he is in complete disbelief. But he immediately, like second later after the thrashing, got extra protective. Maybe you two knew each other from childhood, maybe you two were friends, or maybe you were never able to tolerate him. But now your life is tied to him in the most annoying dramatic way. Instead of trying to teach you to protect yourself and fight Dain is like "maybe you and your dragon should sit this one out", and like hell you are going to listen to him. It's an endless cycle of you getting on Dain's nerve and Dani getting on your nerves while both your dragons are hopelessly cheesy romantic. But like imagine Dain slowly realizing he can't always ask you to step back and not like you ever listen so he trains you. You are not happy but accept his offer. "but if you touch me without gloves i will chop you hands into tiny tiny pieces, fry them in hot oil and feed it to my dragon." Dain just roll his eyes and is like "do you always have to be so violent?"

Aaric: His real identity was revealed to you the day you bonded with your dragon. Aaric was somewhat chill about it but he had to calm you down because you are one of the marked ones and he is the king's son. There may have been some hurtful words from you side but he is just calm and let you work you emotions out. And then came the mind talking thing. "get out of my head" "i didn't even realize i was in...okay okay, i am getting out...i think we are never getting out of this." It's almost unbelievable how fast your friendship developed after this. Sure there is always something more than friendship between you two but you both have mission but Aaric always tell you "I think you will be happier with someone else" and it always confuses you because you have no idea what his signet is

Jack FUCKING Barlowe: Okay but imagine his dragon choose him because you bonded with your dragon first and his dragon is somewhat unhealthily attached to your dragon, just like Jack has an unhealthy infatuation with you. It's not a typical mate thing but there is something and its kind of scary. The type of scary that you always feel in you bones but it send chills but also a strange comfort of knowing he wont hurt you. Jack was grinning like a maniac when he realized his dragon is your dragon's "mate". Since that moment onwards your mind was never safe and you were never alone.

I didn't add Xaden because we already know how he reacts and I don't think i can write something different for him

[ponyojujuu]

Hiii ☺️🤭I'm here to kindly ask for some quality content

So if you could share who do you think is mtl likely to get turned on the first time they see their partner in their clothes?? ( Legal line ofc)

If you're up for it I would love it for both enha and &team.thank you🥰

hii! this seems so fun!

not a drabble more of a list with thoughts lol, lmk if you want drabbles of their reactions in my request box! &team will be in part 2!

most to least likely to get turned on seeing reader in their clothes (enhypen pt. 1)

not smut, but not fluff

slightly suggestive mdni

you have been warned

ni-ki! he would love this omg. i can imagine him giving you some of his clothes actually just to see you wear them. he’d love seeing his giant hoodies engulf your body, even if you just napping in them or being comfortable around the house. if he comes home from work and sees you in his clothes he’ll probably instantly feel a bit turned on, or even after you guys have sex and he sees you in his clothes he’s gonna wanna do it all over again.

jake! jake seems like the type to beg you to wear his clothes. you’d just be minding your business, maybe sitting on the couch/bed or just getting out of the shower and jake would be biting his bottom lip. “baby can you wear my shirt? please” sometimes your even avoid wearing it just because you know turned on he can get. if you can’t find some pajamas/clothes of your own you wanted to wear he would offer again for you to wear his. not only this but he would love the scent you leave on all his hoodies, shirts etc. he’d be obsessed with it, and loving to wear it again when he goes to work or anyplace without you carrying your sweet scent.

heeseung! heeseung seems like the type of bf to seriously love and be obsessed with anything you do as long as you’re doing it. including you wearing his clothes. it wouldn’t be just about the sexual, similar to jake he’d love the scent you’d leave behind on his clothes, and would probably hesitate to wash them once you give it back. he’d probably also love you in it more than himself and end up giving you a lot of his clothes. but getting turned on would definitely happen with him. like i said, heeseung loves everything you do in both ways, if you surprise him wearing one of his long button downs first thing out of the shower he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you (i mean when does he ever). you’d probably apologize for taking it short notice but he’d end up thanking you for wearing it because he finds it so hot.

jay! i think jay would like this, but moreso in the sense where he likes to dress you up in his clothes so you guys are matching. he seems like he’d be into corny stuff like that lolz. he’ll specifically pick certain clothes from his wardrobe that he wants to see you in, and his little fashionista heart will explode seeing you in it. I don’t think he’ll be a huge turn on for him, but something more wholesome he enjoys. but if you steal an oversized shirt or hoodie to sleep in he might be picky as to which you’re allowed to use since he has his favorite clothing. also jay and his short temper.

jungwon! jungwon wouldn’t be upset about you taking his clothes. but he would definitely tease you about it, like all the time in front of family friends who ever. “y/n has so much clothes but still wants to wear my favorite hoodie!” it would be cute. but he actually really loves when you wear his clothes. i think jungwon would have a decent self control so he wouldn’t always get turned on when you wear his clothes. especially his favorite items, then he might get just a bit upset with you. but sometimes when your wearing his clothes it might be a little to hard to keep control. i think he’d be very subtle about bringing it up because he knows you’ll tease him right back. “i thought you hated when i wore your clothes?” which was a really a lie, it was a way to stop himself from getting horny when he saw you.

sunoo! sunoo kinda seems like he wouldn’t typically enjoy you snooping around his closet at first. so when he sees you wearing his clothes he might be a bit picky about it at first. but once he is used to it he’d probably really adore you in them. but i don’t think he’d get to turned on by the idea unless your just wearing a plain white tee that’s see through. but in most case scenarios it would be more of a fluff thing for him. cuddling you and snuggling you in his clothes, sometimes teasing you for stealing all his clothes like jungwon.

sunghoon! sunghoon seems like he’s not huge on sharing things with you, especially since he seems to adore his high end fashion. but if you ask nicely though i can see him lending you a few clothes that he’d let you wear. but he’d probably be a bit moody if you went through his clothes without his permission. i don’t see him getting that turned on that easily by this though, unless he was already in the mood, or you were purposely trying to seduce him. but of course since your his girlfriend he’d give into the temptation of you eventually.

[beardedjoel]

💗🎉💗CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE!💗🎉💗

I’m so happy for you! I found you through Closer, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You’re an amazing writer and such a lovely person!

I’m wondering… what about one of these?🌹the prompt number 1. I love your writing and I cannot stop myself from asking. Perhaps with Joel, or Frankie, or Pero…I’m not picky, I’ll be happy with whatever the inspiration leads you.

Alsooooo… Is it too much if I add a little bit of 💌? I’m curious about your writing process. How do you do it? Is it linear, or do you jump around, and later “paste it”?

wym, you're so sweet and i love sharing this space with you my friend 😘 thank you for sending in this prompt and allowing me to do something special with it. thanks for your patience as i have been painstakingly slow with making my way through this backlog of requests! i'll answer your thoughtful writing question at the very bottom of the post after the one shot, if that's alright!

axel and ember — joel x f!reader

request: "overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex". sent in as part of my 5k celebration! i decided to use this one for something very personal to me. as someone who has dealt with vaginismus, this was challenging to write the last few days but it felt like the right direction for me to go in with this prompt. in no way does this describe the experience every person with vaginismus has (nor 100% true to mine), and it is a lot of hard work to help your body and mind learn to work with the sexual obstacles that come with it. i simplified things for the purpose of this story but still found it really gratifying to write so much from personal experience and feelings that i have dealt with. i highly encourage anyone who has not heard of vaginismus to do a little research as it's something that many, many women deal with in silence or is ignored as much of women's sexual health is. happy reading 💓

wc: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has vaginismus, unprotected piv

“Maybe… maybe it just doesn’t fit.”

You’d said the words, exasperated after trying for the third time that week.

“I don’t think that’s how that works, darlin’,” Joel teases the words playfully, his hair hanging down into his face as he holds himself perched above you. His smile brusquely fades when he sees that you’re genuinely upset. Some days, it hadn’t been that big of a deal, you’d been able to shrug off the frustration. Today, however, you felt frayed and emotional, pissed off that your body couldn’t just behave like a normal body should. It’s infuriating, living in a body that won’t cooperate with your mind, seeing others do with ease what you never could. What you could only have as a fantasy. 

“Hey, it’s alright.” He leans down, kissing you softly before moving from where he’d been stationed on top of you to lay at your side.

Another dream of finally having sex with your boyfriend tonight slipped away in an instant. 

“What if I try the dilators again?” you ask desperately, meeting Joel’s gaze. His warm eyes look back at yours with empathy, and he shrugs.

“If y’want. But maybe you should jus’ rest. We already had our fun, yeah?”

He’d gotten you off, you’d gotten him off. Fingers and tongues and mouths, which admittedly were great, but you craved to know what more of him felt like, more than just the one, sometimes two fingers you could handle without soon wincing in discomfort.

You wanted him inside of you, wanted your bodies joined in the way that you were so cruelly being denied by the universe.

“N-no, you’re right. It was fun.” You flash him a somewhat forced smile, grateful for his patience and love when he wraps his arms around you. Joel had been such a constant with you, so wonderful, and that only made it hurt more that you couldn’t give him this. He’d never pressured you, never made you feel at fault these last five months you’d been dating. In some ways, it had brought you closer, not being able to rush into sex, but it didn’t mean that he’d stick around forever if it meant he couldn’t get the one thing you know men always want.

“We’re gonna get it one of these days,” he reassures you, stroking your hair. “You’re workin’ hard at your sessions and here at home. Don’t tell you enough that I think it’s great, seein’ you tryin’ all of that. But don’t do it for me, okay? Do it ‘cause it’s what you want.”

You stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. You were of course doing all of this work for yourself, so that you could freely enjoy something that should come so naturally to your body. Yet you knew that deep down the pressure was mounting, wanting to give Joel the sexual satisfaction you assumed he craved, something that your hands and mouth couldn’t give him. It was putting up a block between you and your sexuality, making each interaction that much more strained and distressing. You’re surprised Joel caught on to all of that when you’d been trying to put on a brave face for him. 

“I - I know,” you concede with a sigh. “I’m afraid sometimes. That I’ll never be enough without this piece of me.”

Joel’s deep set brow furrows further, looking hurt - for you or for himself, you can’t quite tell. His lips set into a firm line before they part, readying to speak. “I think you’re pretty damn amazing the way that y’are. I want that for us, ‘course I do. But I’d rather jus’ have you, whatever, however you are.”

“You would?” you ask sentimentally, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You laugh slightly, wiping under your eyes, knowing your question is ridiculous but still needing that extra validation that he’s sure. That he’s okay continuing to try this with you, even if it never results in anything. 

“Yes, silly. Why do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?” 

“‘Cause I find us all the good TV shows to watch?”

He laughs, his burly chest shaking with it. “Quit bein’ a pest, I’m tryin’ to be serious with you,” he quips back, trying and failing to hold back his chuckle.

“I know. I know what you’re saying, Joel. I -“ You swallow, your face falling, pulled back into the seriousness of the moment. “I appreciate you. So, so much.” You reach and wrap your arms tightly around him. You relish in the feeling of being close to him, your naked bodies melding together, the heater-like quality of Joel always comforting to you. 

“You’re all the good in this relationship, baby.”

“Who’s being a pest now?” You flick his chest, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter again, giddy at the late hour and the tax of this evening leaving you emotionally spent.

The voice deep inside your mind taunts you as you slowly listen to Joel falling asleep next to you, his breath falling to a rhythmic pattern interlaced with tiny, endearing snores. You hold back tears that come in the dark, feeling so small and alone in this moment, knowing that despite his reassurances, he could never truly understand how this feels for you.

The next few weeks go by with much of the same - you’re busy with life, work, friends, and going to your physical therapy sessions. It was awkward at first all those months ago, laying there bare underneath the sheet while a woman practically had half her hand inside of you, but you got used to it, even started to look forward to hearing about her life and her kids. 

You and Joel try a few more times to no avail, your body once seeming to have a breakthrough before promptly making you inhale sharply in pain, shaking your head dejectedly. 

You try to let it go, let all of it go. Learn that life doesn’t surround this, it simply can’t if you don’t want this pressure, this hole in your heart that you think you need to fill, to eat you alive. This cannot mean that you’re broken, that nobody could want to be with someone born with their factory settings just a little bit off. 

You see it on Joel’s face and in his demeanor, proudly taking note of the change within you. You start to pounce on him every chance you get, fueled by trying to feed this new, insatiable mental freedom you’ve allowed yourself. If you couldn’t have the sex you were dreaming of just yet, you figured that in the meantime you may as well make the sex you are having something new to dream about.

Joel, as predicted, is highly receptive to your new outlook, hands and lips all over you more often than not the second you step through his door to spend the night with him. You find yourself laughing with him when you’re being intimate instead of focusing on that pit in your stomach that worries if this time could finally be the time. You’ve done away with taking it far too seriously to even enjoy when your gracious boyfriend is buried between your legs like it’s his favorite thing. Now, you can appreciate all of it for what it is - a way to connect with Joel, to share something special and fun and sexy together.

You lie in bed with Joel this evening, cackling as you two take turns narrating excerpts from a friend’s most recent read in the romance department that she’d lent you. For inspiration, she’d teased, saying it might help your mind and body become more open to connecting with one another on the topic of sex. You’d taken it with a grain of salt but now it was the evening's top entertainment. You had to admit that she had a point - it did feel nice to read about characters that were so sexually open that anything seemed possible for them.

“The people in these books are unreal,” you manage to get out through your laughter, wiping the stream of tears that coats your cheeks. Joel wipes at the corners of his own eyes, still chuckling.

“Wouldn’t mind givin’ some of these a try one of these days, bet you’d be sexy flipped upside down or whatever the hell they were doin’,” Joel says, propped up on his elbow, his handsome eyes smoldering in your direction. The implication that many of the acts the fictional couple are doing involves things that your body hasn’t been cooperating enough to even go near makes you stiffen for a moment. Maybe a month ago, the comment would have wrecked you, sent you spiraling or feeling self conscious about this perceived insufficiency of yours, but now you let it slide right off your back.

You scrunch your nose at him, letting it fall into a sly smile as he flicks his eyes over you in appreciation. “Shush,” you tease. “We need to find out what happens next to… whatever their names are.” This had all been in good fun, and their names seemed secondary to the juicy details of their sex lives. 

“Axel and Ember.” Joel cuts in, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You deadpan. “Right… Someone has been paying attention.”

“Go on, then…” Joel insists with sass, his hand motioning expectantly to the open book in your lap. You smirk before focusing on the page and continuing where you left off. You two read until both of your eyelids get heavy, the words muttered slower and slower, your bodies buzzing hotly with arousal from the content yet far too tired to do anything to make a move on the other person. 

“Tomorrow,” Joel utters in your ear just as you’re moving into that cozy, floaty, drifting sensation before it all goes black. “Tomorrow I’m gonna Axel your ass into oblivion.”

You’re awoken by a kiss, feather light upon your lips. Your lids flutter open to see Joel, his scruffy beard and unbearably cute bed head up close and personal with you. It’s barely light out, the room bathed in the pale blue glow that comes right before dawn. Your skimpy camisole strap has slid off your shoulder, the entire thing askew and leaving one of your tits bared to him. Joel’s eyes seem to be glued there before flicking back and forth between your now perky nipple and your face. His lips close around it, gently sucking, and you writhe, your body turning towards his.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters against your hot skin, breath ghosting over your sensitive nipple. You shudder, your skin prickling with anticipation, the space between your thighs desperately empty. Going to bed so unsatisfied seemed to have done a number on the both of you as you’re now acutely aware Joel pressing up against you, his cock already hard and leaking.

“Joel…” you whine, hips bucking towards him.

He dives in, his lips devouring yours, shifting his body to straddle yours, grasping the sides of your face in his hands. His tongue laps into your mouth and you arch your back into the way his hips start to grind into yours, burning desire low in your belly. You’re already so damn wet from his teasing, more than you’ve ever been, built up longing spilling over from last night.

“I… want to try right now,” you finally manage to gasp out as his lips separate from yours for a brief second. He pauses, looking down at you, his heavy lidded eyes sincere as they dance over your features.

“You sure? It’s okay if we jus’ -”

“No. I’m sure,” you tell him. “I feel so good. I want to feel good with you.” Your fingers dig into his bare back, urging him on.

He only nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. He places gentler kisses on your lips before moving to your neck, then down your body until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Tugging those down along with your panties, he moves with certainty and care, adoring your soft skin in every place along the way. 

He touches a gentle finger to your slit, so sensitive and swollen now, and you suck in a breath.

“Holy shit. God damn, baby,” he muses with awe, fire burning in his dark eyes.

You chuckle shakily, feeling your cheeks flush as you avert your eyes shyly. “I - I know. I need you.”

“Can practically feel her puslin’,” he growls, licking his lips, desire clouding his mind.

Your cheeks only grow hotter at his dirty words, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Taking a page from Axel’s book, I see,” you tease him breathily.

“Nah. This is all Joel Miller, baby,” he replies just as he uses his whole hand to cup your slick cunt, the both of you groaning quietly. Joel starts to shimmy his briefs down, leaving him completely stripped underneath the covers with you. You wait for him to climb back on top of you, carefully removing your top and taking you in.

“Perfect.” He smiles, and you wrap your legs around his waist, a silent signal that you’re ready. Joel reaches between your bodies, bringing his cock to your cunt, lazily moving it through the folds until he’s coated in your arousal, each stroke making your hips buck, your need climbing to an unbearable level.

“Please…” you whine, feeling the emptiness inside of you, craving that full sensation you’ve been romanticizing time and time again in your mind.

“I got you, baby. No matter what. I’m right here, ‘kay?” You feel him line himself up, trying to manage your expectations as you nod for him, swallowing down your nerves. Even if it doesn’t work this time, it’ll be okay, you’ll be oka -

The tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, and you gasp, eyes going wide. You both pause, staring at each other in an optimistic, full silence, breathing heavily.

You nod again, mouth agape. “More…” you whisper softly, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

Joel smiles, pressing his hips into you the tiniest bit more. He still slides in with ease, the smallest pinch subsiding when he takes a beat, then pushes a little more, repeating the process a few times. You feel the stretch, the slight burn as your body adjusts, your mind racing at the miracle that’s occurring, barely even able to register it right now.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, starting to shake. Joel leans down to kiss you, a comforting move, but it only pushes his cock in another bit, making you gasp softly at the fullness.

To your shock, when he pulls back the sensation begins to near something pleasurable. “Sorry,” he quickly spits out, his concerned stare meeting yours.

“No. It’s good. A-again. Do that again.” You start to smile in earnest, a toothy grin that you can’t help but feel spread across your face. 

“What… this?” he asks coyly, more overt with the thrust inwards as he pulls his lips into yours. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and kissing the sensitive skin there. “You’re so wet, so fuckin’ tight, baby. You feel incredible.”

You shudder underneath him, moaning softly as his words travel right to your core, burning with a new kind of eagerness you’ve never felt before. “You feel so good,” you echo back to him as you pant.

Joel starts to move, testing the waters with slow, steady movements. You keep breathing, terrified that any minute the ball will drop or this will have been a dream or some cruel trick your body is playing on you. But the sporadic bursts of discomfort subside with each new roll of Joel’s hips, blooming into something pleasurable and sweet, pulling up from deep inside of you.

Emotion bubbles to the surface before you can even tame it, your eyes brimming with tears when Joel bottoms out inside of you, pulling back and pushing in to the hilt again. It feels good, amazing even, to be so full of him, to celebrate this victory, even if only for today.

“Shit. Sweetheart, you’re okay, right? Are you hurting?” Joel freezes when he sees your watery eyes, every muscle coiled stiffly, his face screwed up in fear.

You shake your head, fighting the urge to sob, but Joel’s faithful, genuine concern puts you over the edge. Tears spill, rolling down your cheeks in profound little streaks, every bit of your frustration and pain and anger from the last half of a year pouring out into this beautiful display of pure joy.

“I swear, I’m happy, I’m happy,” you cry out, immediately cradled in Joel’s arms.

“Good,” Joel breathes out in relief. “You’re happy, I’m the happiest fuckin’ guy in the world.”

His words make the tears flow faster, but you start to laugh amidst it all. “Stop making me cry harder!” you chastise him, hugging him tightly around the neck. 

“Joel…” you say after a long, tender embrace, the two of you soaking it in. His cock still throbs inside of you, reminding you of the pleasure you’d started to chase moments ago, lost to the emotion of the moment.

“Hm?” he asks, pulling his head from where it had been buried in the crook of your to look at you.

“Please fuck me now.”

He grins, the movement lighting up his entire face with a lusty glow before he eagerly crashes his lips with yours again. When you see his eyes again, you swear they’re a shade darker, his cheeks tinged with the color of desire. Low and gravelly, he finally speaks. 

“Grab your god damned vibrator, sweetheart.”

to answer your 💌 my writing process is a little all over the place! i used to write mostly linearly, that was what worked for me and i kind of thought of everything in order. but lately i have been doing a bit more doc hopping when i get stuck. maybe writing a later scene that i have ideas for and feel like it's more fleshed out or going back and polishing older paragraphs and such. i definitely am not a big outliner and plotter, which i'd like to get better about! but mostly everything just lives in my head and gets blobbed onto the doc once i have time to write it, which sometimes leaves things forgotten hehe

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[vampcubus]

Not me thinking about Muzan and the Upper Moons being put in collars and leashes, nope. Nooooo, siree, nope. Definitely not. I'm a very bad liar-

LATE ANSWER BUT I AM FINALLY READY TO DIVE INTO THIS. just short headcanons for now cus i'm not tryna get too carried away jbdajhsd.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : muzan, akaza, kokushibo, douma, and gyokko.

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈

— Muzan thinks the collar is degrading so naturally, he is not too thrilled or receptive to your begging at first. But he's a slave to his own curiosity, so after giving it some thought, he'll let you collar him.

— It is as immensely humiliating as he suspected, hearing the dangly loop where the lead would attach to jingle as he moved. You don't use a leash yet, wanting him to get comfortable with his collar first. He doesn't understand the appeal until you start tugging him around by it, hooking your finger through it to drag him where you want him, whether that be between your legs or otherwise, he's suddenly very pliant.

— You finally take that leap and attach a lead to his sleek black collar, bedazzled with red crystals to match his eyes- the same eyes that bore into you so intensely as you wrap the lead around your wrist several times, drawing him close.

"Such a pretty pet you make," you purr, and something in him purrs back, dark lashes fluttering.

— It's definitely a bedroom-only thing for him though. He has a reputation to uphold afterall. That also means he's getting hard the moment you go to fasten it around his neck ❤︎

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀

— Akaza takes to his collar so easily, smitten with how it feels around his pretty neck the moment you clip it on. He finds it comforting and likes to wear it as often as possible, as a reminder that he is irrevocably yours even when you're apart.

— He'd probably get so attached to it that he'd get anxious if you tried to remove it, instantly rushing to apologize, thinking he's done something wrong and you're punishing him. He gets a little sick to his stomach at the thought of being a bad pet, or bad in general.

— And he'd love to be leashed! it puts less pressure on him not to suddenly jerk away or disobey you on accident, because the lead is there to stop him from going too far.

— Just imagine being on your back with him rutting into you desperately, and then using the leash to pull him down to your lips, smothering his moans against your lips. Purrr.

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀

—Douma will try just about anything, and won't bat an eye if you confess you want to put a collar on him. He is a bit picky though, so make sure it's a nice one, perhaps with pretty dangly things or gems to compliment his eyes.

— I have this vivid image in my mind of him lifting his hair out of the way as you attach the collar around his neck, those rainbow-colored eyes fixated on your facial expressions, searching for your approval. And when he finds it, he's already purring. He'll gladly show it off too, posing and admiring himself in the mirror.

— He likes it even more when you tug him around by it, whether that be by a lead or just hooking your finger through it and yanking him forward. He's a brat sometimes so at times you'll have to be rough with him, and he likes it, so don't worry about hurting him (that turns him on anyway ❤︎)

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎

— NOW HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT PLS!! Kokushibo likes to be collared but won't admit it. In fact, he'll pretend he's completely indifferent to it. Beneath the surface though, it feels more right than he ever imagined, to be marked as yours in such a way.

— He's another one I could see having a hard time parting with his collar, which is the biggest clue you'll get from him that he likes it. Just imagining reaching for the clasp when he's being particularly stubborn and his hand slaps over it, all six pairs of eyes wide with panic.

"Don't take it off, please..." he'd mumble, the slightest of blushes gracing his usually stoic face.

— As for leashes... he might be a little offended that you think he'd need one, he has impeccible control of his body and only moves it when you say afterall.

— He will, however, entertain it. Though you hardly need to yank him around at all, it's still very hot to see it moving along with him, especially if you get a chain, cus you hear it jingle with every thrust.

𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎

— Gyokko will let you put a collar on him, but he's very picky about the appearance of it. Seriously you'll have to take him with you when you get one so he can pick one out, or let him ramble on about what he wants and get it custom made.

— I think he'd like to have multiple ones, so he can switch them out as he pleases. As for fucking him with it on, he's more easily-flustered than usual, getting red in the face when you boss him around and tug on it.

— Insists on getting matching leashes for each of his collars because he's painfully particular about the small details, but at least he's letting you leash him in the first place right?

[plutocisms]

NSFW Alphabet for Eren Jaeger

Disclaimer: I love him w Mikasa but I support my Eren peeps

A (Aftercare) what are they like after sex?

he isn’t the most attentive doesn’t grasp what aftercare means, he will get you a towel but you’d have to ask for anything else. He is a little cuddly afterwards but that’s because he likes to fall asleep laying on your chest.

B (Body Part) favorite on themselves and of their partner

he is actually pretty fond of his torso, he worked hard to be chiseled and loves when you compliment him on it.

As for you, that man loves some biddies! He adores everything about you but can’t pull himself away from your chest.

C (Cum) anything to do w/ it basically

he doesn’t mind it, not too fond of his own unless it’s watching his drip down or out of you on the occasion he does releases inside of you. He’s more than happy to taste yours tho. He loves doing it on your face or them biddies but isn’t picky about where it happens.

D (Dirty little secret) self explanatory

similar to Levi, he wants to do it on a superiors desk…Levi’s in fact. And as much as it pisses him off, he also gets off when other guys flirt with you, knowing that you’re all his and he can just have his way with you.

E (Experience) also pretty self explanatory

he’s actually not very experienced and it took him a few times to get good, but has gotten much better with practice. He wasn’t bad but had to learn/adapt to your needs.

F (Favorite postition) ^

absolutely loves carrying you, propping your back against the wall and bouncing you up and down.

G (Goofy) are they more playful or serious in the moment?

he likes to crack a few and tease about how good he is/how well you can take it and the faces/noises you make. He gets a kick out of how flustered it can make you. Other than that pretty serious, and definitely gets lost in it—almost feral at times

H (Hair) how are they groomed down there?

it’s not too out of control down there but he doesn’t shave unless it gets pretty out of hand and even then, he’s rather just trim it.

I (Intimacy) are they more romantic or lustful in the moment?

for the most part he can be pretty intimate if he wants but reserves a bit unless it’s some occasion. If he’s upset / in a mood he can be a little more lustful than romantic.

J (Jack Off) masturbation headcanon

he enjoys himself every now and then, and doesn’t mind the idea of you catching him, he’d find a way to tease you about it tho somehow and have you join him. “If you wanna watch me get off so badly why don’t you come over here and help me out” type shii

K (Kink(s)) self explanatory :)

biting and light choking. (On you and himself) He loves smacking your ass and also wouldn’t mind if you slapped him in the face a little during. He’s a bit of a masochist, nothing too crazy tho.

L (Location) where they like to do it

he’s pretty open to most places but loves sneaking off to a bathroom (deffly the type to hold your head up and make you watch while he’s hitting it in the bathroom mirror) or closet to have his way with you when he wants.

M (Motivation) what gets them in the mood?

He likes it when you have a bit of an attitude with him and boss him around a bit. He’s not really one for listening but he likes when you try. He likes when u take a little control. Sitting on his lap drives him crazy too but especially in front of people, like if y’all are at a function and seats are limited so you sit on his lap? Yeah y’all will be hitting that bathroom/closet later together.

N (No) what they wont do in the bedroom

He can’t stand the thought of sharing you in any way. No additional people.

O (Oral) do they enjoy giving/receiving?

he enjoys both pretty equally. He’s a bit of a sloppy eater and he’s be perfectly content with sneaking you away for a quick taste and nothing more and would be more than happy with the same done to him.

P (Pace) how fast or slow are they during?

he doesn’t really grasp the slow and gentle thing. In fact it’ll likely be fast and hard, or slow and hard. Yup, you’re getting pounded either way. He quite enjoys shifting pace to see your faces and tease you. It all depends on his mood really.

Q (Quickies) how do they feel about them?

He enjoys quickies, but will more often than not prefer to play with you as long as he wants instead of being made to rush.

R (Risks) are they willing to take them?

he’s pretty risky and experimental as long as it doesn’t involve a third party. He’s open to trying most with you

S (Stamina) how long can they last?

as a titan shifter he’s got tons of stamina, he can go on for quite a long time but doesn’t for your sake.

T (Toys) are they into them, do they have any?

he would definitely get you those vibrating panties as a joke. He also uses a vibrator on you from time to time, only if he’s in a joking mood tho, because it’s mainly a tool to tease but he wants to deliver the bulk of the pleasure

U (Unfair) are they a tease basically

oh he’s real petty and will edge tf out of you. He loves making you lose your cool a bit bc it turns him on

V (Volume) how loud are they during

he’s actually pretty quiet when he isn’t teasing. Not dead silent, but low muffled grunts and strained sighs. He wants to hear you more.

W (Wildcard) random headcanon

He has a reoccurring fantasy of having his way with you on a blanket in an open field under a tree in broad daylight. He's got it all planned out given the chance.

X (X-Ray) what's it looking like under the hood

A good 6.5 inches. He’s not massive but it’s more than enough to get the job done. Well defined V line. I don't agree with the idea he's like huge mans got a little booty! (lLevi said it was scrawny not me) it's cute tho lmao.

Y (Yearning) what's their sex drive like?

fairly high sex drive it’s pretty primal. especially after a long day, he's looking for you as soon as he walks through the door.

Z (Zzz) how fast do they fall asleep after?

pretty much immediately, he goes to sleep right after with his hand on one of your breasts or even as the little spoon and loves the feeling of your breasts pressed against his back

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 7

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Part 6 -- Part 8

Series Masterlist

Breakfast is a quiet affair. You're still trying to get your head around your strange husband. He feels like a walking contradiction. Angry, but apologetic and seemingly caring. You weren't too hurt to notice how strong his arms are as he moved you to the sink. He looked so stern and serious that, combined with the unexpected touch, you were certain he was going to lose his temper at you. Instead, he apologized.

"This food is so good," Jake comments. You realize he's already eaten most of his plate! "You're such a good cook. Where'd you learn how?"

You flinch a little at the question. "You're going to think I'm a horrible person," you preface. "The kitchen was one of the few rooms in the house my family never went to so I asked some of the staff to teach me cooking so I'd have an excuse to stay in there." You stop eating, waiting for him to tell you how horribly ungrateful you are to your family.

"That's smart," Jake nods. You look up at him, but he seems sincere. "What? You needed to get away from time to time and, while you could have just said you were managing the kitchen, you instead take the opportunity to learn a skill. Plus, that way you never have to rely on someone else to cook for you. Very smart."

"Oh, um...thank you," you sputter as you get back to eating.

"I'm guessing that's why you went to college? Like me in the military it was a good reason to get away?"

You nod and gather your courage before answering, "I even specialized in shark conservation so I'd have an excuse to be out in the middle of the ocean. Away from anything and everything resembling wi-fi or phone networks."

He chuckles, "I had similar scenarios, but in the middle of jungles. All I'd have is a sat phone or something that would only occasionally work." He pauses to take a few more bites. "Honestly, I think one of the reasons I went into Coms and Tech is so I could learn to detect if my phone was bugged by my parents."

Both of you go quiet again for a bit, alternating between bites of food and sips of coffee.

"Um," you start, "would, can I ask..."

"Feel free to ask me anything," Jake assures.

"Do you have any food preferences I should know about? Things to avoid? Things you're allergic to?"

Jake smiles, "no allergies, as far as I know. And I am, by no means, a picky eater. You cook, I eat, simple as that."

"Okay, um, what's, what's your favorite food?"

He thinks for a minute. "Honestly, I'm a sucker for a good cheeseburger. I know, I'm pretty basic like that."

"It's a comfort food?"

He takes a breath, "maybe. Growing up, my parents had almost complete control over my diet. In high school, me and a couple friends would sneak out for lunch and hit up the burger place down the street. It was the closest I had to rebellion."

Your eyes go wide. "That's...I never could!"

"It was definitely stupid," Jake agrees. "I'm not sure what would've happened if we got caught, but we needed some way to act out. I didn't want to become a bully, I didn't have sports as an outlet, so I needed something else."

Silence falls over the two of you again for a bit.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," Jake starts. "Why sharks?"

"They have such a horribly undeserved reputation," you begin. "So much so that they're over-fished and almost no one cares. They get mutilated for a delicacy and they did nothing wrong! They're incredibly important to the ocean's ecosystem but because of some stupid movie series no one bats an eye when they get hunted to extinction. It's just...not fair!" Your emotions start catching up with you so you so talking for fear of being taunted and sneered at for being "too sensitive".

"You're really sweet," Jake says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Have you been able to do any conservation things since graduating? Like a fundraiser or something?"

You hang your head in embarrassment. "Mother and Father would never allow it. Said they didn't want the family name associated with cold blooded creatures for fear of the comparisons the press would make."

"That's bullshit," Jake softly exclaims. "You can't even make an anonymous donation or something?"

You bite your lip, trying to gauge how much you can trust him.

Jake sees your reaction, "have you already been? Going behind your parents' back?" You stay silent. "If so, I seriously congratulate you! That's dedication to your cause and a sign of how strong you really are."

You're glad you're keeping your head down so he can't see the shock on your face. You really do hope he's sincere. That he can be trusted.

After a bit more silence Jake starts grabbing up the plates. "Guess I should keep my end of the deal and get to work on the dishes. Thanks, again for the delicious breakfast."

"It's not a problem," you whisper, fighting the urge to clean up for yourself.

At that moment you hear the door to the penthouse open and Jake's father loudly proclaiming, "we're here!"

Part 6 -- Part 8

Series Masterlis

Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn;

@icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[pia-nor481]

Oscar Piastri NSFW alphabet

A-Aftercare (what they're like after sex?)

Always cuddles, whether she's resting on his chest or him on hers. I definitely see him being lazy afterwards and is all "do we have to get up, it's so comfortable" but he knows better and does so with a groan.

B-Body part (what is their favourite part of theirs and their partner?)

He actually really likes his cock. Not overly sure why but just does. But also his hands, they can do a lot.

I don’t think there’s one part of his partner that he doesn’t like. But he like boobs. Always has and always will. Seeing them is a pretty bra just gets him off. But he will always have an appreciation for ass.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

Oscar likes things MESSY. He will happily cum absolutely anywhere, and he comes a lot. Also taking into consideration Australia's circumcision rate of 10-20% (depending on where you look) I reckon he isn't, and so is very sensitive, so it's quite easy to make him cum.

D-Dirty secret (just a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he might really like the idea of someone watching, he’s a bit of a voyeur. Not many would believe he’s so fantastic in bed. So he’s like someone else to see and say so. Not that her body language doesn’t tell him that. He’s a bit of a show off at times. But it’s always hot.

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

Not very, but he's so willing to learn!! He wants to make her cum because she deserves. If he eats her out he doesn't expect anything back, but he'd never complain. I think he likes to do research and wants to try it out, so immediately he's telling her about this thing and he's all giddy.

F- Favourite position

Oscar loves so many positions!!! He really likes straddling positions where she's on top; any variation of cowgirl or where she's sat in his lap. But he also likes to be on top;any variation of missionary, but in particular when she has her legs around his waist and hands in his hair.

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

Definitely a mix of both. There's definitely times where nothing arousing or particularly intimate has occurred yet he really wants sex. Or times where they could have a pretty normal conversation while getting railed. But he like more serious sex too- he likes to focus on pleasure-not just cumming.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

I think Oscar's hair is the same colour. But I think he's very well groomed, although he's okay with mess (have you seen his drivers room?) I think this would be something he's quite picky about. Always trimmed to a nice length. Have you seen his happy trail? I think he’d be a little scared of razor burn (probably happened once and was suffering) so avoids them like the plague, unless she offers for him when in the shower ;)

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Romantic? Pleasure driven?)

I’m lead to believe he’s very romantic, he wants to show her how passionate he is. He loves her with all of his heart, and what better way to show that than pleasure. He knows that the build up to an orgasm is just as fun as the final climax so he isn’t always desperate to cum.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

In my mind he doesn’t masturbate often, but when he does he likes to tease. He uses such light pressure that he can’t get anywhere close to cumming. Or he’s so desperate that his main focus is the head, he just rubbing an open palm against the tip, moaning while is eyes roll back. However he doesn’t like to Jack off, he’d prefer her hand or mouth.

K- Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Switch- if it wasn’t made obvious I think he’s the perfect example of a switch. He’s equally as submissive as dominate, and it makes for a really good sex life. With his dominance, I think it comes mainly position and instruction; there will be times where he just picks her up by the waist, places her on the nearest surface and just fucks her brainless

Bottoming- is this even a kink? Well it’s here now. I think this came about from his little research moment, he saw a lot about how much pleasuring the g-spot could heighten his orgasm and practically begged for it.

Temperature play- I think ties into a fondness for toys. But also, now hear me out, when he’s getting a bj and there’s lots of spit on his cock, he likes when she blows air onto it, giving a cooling sensation.

Voice/sound- he loves when there’s some kind of music playing, but he also loves just hearing her voice, maybe it’s because he likes being told what to do.

Praise/degradation- this can be read in the context of either dom or sub. But he’s loves degradation with a mix of praise. “Such a slut, so good for me.” Praise him because he derives it!! But call him a slut for looking at lando like that. Oscar loves to give praise after sex, sweet nothings and pillow talk is his specialty if he’s coherent.

L- Location (their favourite place)

I’m going to have to be basic in saying the bedroom. However not just the bed. Say you’re picking out some clothes from the wardrobe, if you’re trying things on, you should know it’s not long until you’re being pushed up against the door.

Round two in the shower are a must.

M- Motivation (what gets them going?)

He really likes dirty talk, but the subtle kind. Or if you whisper in his ear out in public “I can’t wait to get home and have your cock in my mouth” he’s already semi hard. “I think it’s time we leave”

Lingerie- I imagine him to really like baby dolls or really pretty/ intricate bras and panties.

N- No (what turns them off)

CNC-he can’t see the appeal of it.

Spanking- I’m talking more about 5+ with the intention of it really hurting/being a punishment. He definitely likes to tap her ass. But not leave it so red and sore that she can’t sit.

O- Oral (preference on giving or receiving. Skill)

I think he may slightly prefer giving. Just seeing the pleasure he can give with his tongue/hands. He’s very skilled in eyes, I think that he’s desperate to please and so found different techniques to see what would work best. Oscar *fuck me eyes* Piastri like to be on his knees while you ride his face. However, when he sees how enthusiastic she is about blowing him, how can he say no?

P- Pace (Are they fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)

He definitely prefers slow and sensual, but he does like it rough from time to time. He knows variety is super important and is very willing to give that. I think post race win!Oscar definitely likes hardcore, he feels like he deserves it.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on them? How often?)

I think he can see the appeal and is quite happy that he can cum pretty fast, the risk of it is nice so he does enjoy them. But he would definitely prefer hours long to have his way with you.

R- Risk (will they experiment? Do they take risks?)

He loves to experiment. He knows to switch up his technique every so often, switching from deep thrusting to short and shallow. The following week maybe he tries to milk her g-spot. He will always keep it interesting

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they go for?)

I believe he can go for quite a few rounds but he has a long refractory period. You have to wait quite a few minutes to even dare to touch his cock after cumming. But it will take him a while to cum again. But he’s easy to overstimulate

T-Toys (do they own any? Do they use them? On a partner or themself?)

Absolutely loves them!! His personal favourite are vibrators. He loves using them on her, as well as on himself. If he was really spending the whole night focusing on her, his mouth and hands will need a break. So he’s ready to get out a rabbit or a wand. He might like handcuffs but it can be a spur of the moment thing, even if he’s in control. The first time he used one (a vibe) on himself he came in under five minutes, and overstimmed himself. He didn’t focus on the shaft enough. But he later realised to use a slow vibration and apply less pressure. His favourite dildo is 6-inches btw.

U-Unfair (how much do they tease?)

He loves being teased but not edged. When he wants to cum he should be allowed to!! Or he’ll pout. Slowing down while blowing him is one of his favourite things. But he also loves to tease back. He’s NOT all talk. He’ll make you wait for hours before you’re allowed to cum. Only kissing around your cunt. Or just twisting/sucking your nipples. But you won’t cum. Foreplay is a favourite of his.

V-Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

When dimming he’s not quiet, but not loud. He’s definitely making noises. He groans and had a very low moan. But the more he cums the higher and louder the moans become. He’s very breathy if that makes sense.

W-Wild card (a random headcanon)

He really loves flavoured lube. He’s got all of the fruity ones in the bedside table. He just thinks it’s nice to spice it up as lube isn’t just used on his cock or her cunt. Yes he does like whipped cream and sweet sauces, so he cheats on his diet quite often.

X-X-ray (how big are they?)

Definitely more thick. Although I can imagine 6/7 inches I’m not sure why.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Not very, he just gets very caught up in the moment. So one day he’ll be begging for hours on end for pleasure as if he didn’t have morning sex or didn’t bend her over the sofa two hours ago. Other days he just doesn’t feel like cumming at all. But if you asked he’d definitely eat you out, or grab one of the many toys scattered around his messy room. Overall some days are 0/10 others 10/10

Z-Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Oscar Piastri sleepy boy confirmed. He loves his sleep so much, so pretty quick; especially it was very sensual and romantic. But if the sex was more rough I think the adrenaline would keep him up for quite a while.

Help why is he so pale. Like you’re from Australia babe, how are you as white as me. (I’ve not stepped foot in the sun for 3 years.)

[mizusnose]

ahem so I just read your college fuckboy mizu headcanons (which I loved) and was wondering if I could request a lil something about fuckboy mizu genuinely liking the reader so she makes changes to convince the reader she's serious. Reader would probs be SUPER skeptical bc casual relationships isn't their thing but it'd be so cute. Obvs you can just ignore this if you don't want to do it my mind has just been mizu brainrot lately

so i’ve been letting this one marinate for a bit BUT: reader who gets together with Taigen to spite Mizu who won’t get serious for reader. Cue the jealousy, club shenanigans, and poet mizu (!!)

boyfriend by dove cameron for max brainrot

———

Taigen was a fine boyfriend. All things considered. He was better than most of the guys you’d been with before, and he had a motorcycle that he’d let you take pics with and post them on your feed.

But, he wasn’t Mizu.

This point had been made several times. Mostly on Taigen’s end. His constant whining of I see the way you look at her, god I bet you thought I was a woman huh, better yet—you wished I was her huh!

He wasn’t wrong, necessarily. It wasn’t your fault you’d gotten bored and decided to go to Taigen’s fencing practice. It wasn’t like you’d intended on falling head over heels for the hot butch lesbian who had a mean smirk and a sweaty jaw when she whooped Taigen’s ass.

You still remembered the way she had her neck bared, her hair falling over her shoulders, the beat of her heart nestled in between her collarbones, the dark green of her veins under her skin.

So, yeah, maybe you did have a thing for Mizu, who may or may not be your boyfriend’s biggest rival.

Heavy quotations on the rival part since Mizu didn’t give a shit that Taigen hated her—in fact, she didn’t care that the majority of the lesbians, bisexual, and bi-curious girls on campus hated her guts.

But that was what made her interesting.

You’d thought about it often: her, telling you to leave as soon as you’d come on her tongue or strap or fingers, (whatever was fine, you weren’t picky.) and you’d feel that tug in your tummy and your jaw would relax and fall open and—

“hah, did you come?”

And then you’d be back where you started: dating Taigen and fucking him and not being able to enjoy it or come or anything.

The thing was this: You’d only ever been in long-term relationships. Never dabbled in casual one night stands that Mizu was rumored to stick by. Even if you did want her, her time was limited. And you didn’t exactly love sharing.

So, when Taigen complained about having to go out this weekend to “bond or some teammate trust building shit, pfft, as if we aren’t trying to kill each other every practice. Not to mention Mizu will be there,” You convinced him to go, and for you to tag along. As moral support of course.

Now as much as Taigen loved telling you how much he hated Mizu, he liked coming to the thought of her much more. You’d done it quite often, bring Mizu up in sex, the way she’d fence and made him look like a fucking loser. How good she’d look kissing you, having you, taking you away from him. You’d both come then, not just him.

So you supposed it wasn’t that weird to be crushing over Mizu. Especially when the weekend came and the alcohol was sweet and fizzy and the wine dark and bitter, and the club lights shimmering on Mizu’s skin, her hair, her hands as she came up behind you.

“Hey.” She said. Simple, easy, confident. Her hands brushed your exposed back, the bend of your hip, the jut of your ribs.

“Hi.” You said. Sultry, warm, quiet so she’d have to twist closer to hear you when you gasped as she held your waist, tighter this time. A little mean, “I have a boyfriend.”

And she’d chuckle, and pull away and quirk her dark eyebrow up, “Really? Him?” A barely there glance at Taigen who was with the other fencing team members taking body shots off one another, “I could be a better boyfriend than him, you know.”

She spun you around, the steady heat of her palm always on you, “You know me.” It wasn’t a question. You saw the way Mizu’s eyes dragged across your body on her way over, her tongue on her lips as she stared. She knew you were Taigen’s girlfriend.

“Been watching.” She brought you closer, shifted her hands and then you were close. Closer than you’d ever been to her before.

She smelled heady and like pinewood. The plane of her chest was defined, sturdy, and you wondered if she had small breasts, if they were sensitive.

“Can’t believe I almost went home when you’re here—all alone.” She smirked, the same damned smirk you’d replay in your mind as you masturbated and thought of her, “Think I might just steal you from him, hm?”

Her hands slipped up your back, to the bottom of your nape, a demanding grip: there one second, gone the next. She watched your face, your lips, your neck.

“Does this usually work on other girls?”

You pushed away then, your legs wobbly and your underwear damp. You wanted, but you knew exactly what Mizu thought of you: an easy thing, something of Taigen’s. Good for a night, forgotten the next.

So you straightened your clothes, and met Mizu’s confused gaze, “I have a boyfriend.”

Mizu’s mouth twitched. Barely. But you’d caught it as you turned, and headed to the bartop. Even if Mizu was who you’d wanted, being a one-night stand wasn’t what you wanted.

So, you walked back over to Taigen, beers in hand, and watched Mizu as you kissed him wide and dirty. Her glare a steely weight in your belly, and on your beating cunt.

You’d make Mizu yours, one way or another.

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Let’s make this a 2 parter. Poet mizu will have to wait. Thanks for the ask :)