#he'll carry you to the bathroom and while you're showering he'll lay out some clean warm clothes for you to wear when you get out

[meownotgood]

no but aki gets so so sweet after you've had sex, he's unable to take his eyes off of you the whole time he's laying beside you and catching his breath. he's got the softest expression on his face, he's smiley and giddy, his cheeks are warm. he hugs you close and kisses your forehead, he asks you what he can do for you and you're not afraid to say it because you know aki wants nothing more than to give you everything you ask for.

[bittencandy]

can you write nsfw alphabet... with manmon?? i'm begging please there is no alphabet with him

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 - 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽

♡ ᴀ = ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ (what they're like after sex): He's admittedly, not the best. But believe it or not, he's actually improved since those first couple of flings you had with him in the beginning. Back then, the very concept of something like aftercare had been completely foreign to him. He was very much the sort of guy who'd pass out afterwards or resume whatever he had been doing beforehand: a phone call, watching trash television, a quick trip through a fast-food drive thru.

For the longest time you had thought that he was doing it on purpose. That he wanted to hurt you our make you feel unwanted and useless, but you were quick to gather that he really was just that out of touch when it comes to other people's emotions. His indifference didn't stem from a place of ill intent (not entirely), just pure detachedness. He's never truly considered another's wellbeing or desires before, and it's made him that clueless.

It took you turning the tables on him and leaving before he could shrug you off and ignore you for him to even understand a shred of what he had been putting you through for the last couple of months. And even then, it was still a bit of an uphill climb. It didn't click instantly. It wasn't a light bulb moment where he reflected and pondered about it for hours on end, but it did help to nudge him in the right direction.

He does still grumble when you all but kick him out of the bed to go get a warm cloth to clean up with, or when you tell him to carry you to the bathroom for a shower or bath. He hates having to move afterwards, when all of the endorphins are still rushing through his veins and his limbs are heavy and lax.

But you can usually sway him with some praising, and a few stokes to his ego. Offering him some physical doting of your own is a sure-fire way to get him all pliant and just as needy. Offering him something like a massage will have him like putty in your hands and he'll latch himself onto you all night. Not to mention that he has a little cabinet in the nightstand that's stock full of all kinds of snacks (all of it is absolute junk). He acts like you're taking a knife and stabbing him each time you reach a hand into a bag of his chips and take some for yourself, but it's all just bark, no actual bite.

The two of you will lay in bed for hours, with you curled up on the soft press of his stomach and chest while you catch up on the most recent episodes of whatever TV show you're currently watching together. He'll cling to you the entire time, keeping you secured to his body with a pair of his arms while crams food into his mouth with a free hand, swearing and making comments towards whatever is happening on screen, tossing insults around a mouthful of his snack.

♡ ʙ = ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners): There isn't a part of Mammon that he doesn't love. It genuinely surprises you how he's the embodiment of Greed and not Pride sometimes with how he can admire and preen over himself. It's difficult to say which trait or part that he favors most. If he had to pick, it would most likely be his face. It's the image of his brand; posted along all corners of Hell, from hot sauce labels to perfume bottles, to the very currency that demons of all kinds use to buy said items with; there isn't a citizen or denizen in all of the Seven Circles who doesn't know who he is. From the wide, jagged grin on his face, the burning green of his eyes and the fool's cap on his head, it's all an easily recognizable facet from a simple glance.

It isn't a body part per se, but he also loves the sound of his voice. Not necessarily on a personal level, but the influence that it has on you never fails to make his body thrum with a heavy sort of satisfaction; ego and delight flaring whenever he sees you shiver or fall under the sway of that accented rumble of his. It makes you go all malleable and soft. And it's one of his first arms of defense against you whenever he annoys you or pisses you off. You hate to admit it, but he's gotten good at getting under your skin and twisting your emotions back into his favor with close to all but the sound of his voice.

For what he loves about you however, it might just be your mouth. He loves the watching the shape of your lips part open to talk to him, especially if you're speaking about him specifically - singing him praises and stroking his ego or saying his name. It might be a such a simple thing, but it never fails to have a shudder of delight skipping down his spine like a shot of electricity. But even better is when those same lips are stretched open and struggling to fit the thick girth of his cock down into your mouth. Forcing him down until you might choke on him with tears trailing from your waterline like diamonds, glittering in the light like flecks of silver and an iridescent shimmer.

No matter how many times you've taken him like that, there's always a bit of struggle with the difference in your sizes. And the strain of him in your mouth always has drool slipping down your chin and smearing and coating the length of him. It's filthy and messy, but it's a sight that he won't ever get enough of.

♡ ᴄ = ᴄᴜᴍ (anything to do with cum): He's an absolute degenerate with his cum. He's possessive and (of course- no duh) greedy, so there's always this consuming, almost ugly need to leave his mark on you. With his mouth, his tongue and teeth, and claws. He wants everyone to know who you belong to as soon as you enter a room, by sight and scent alone.

His possessive nature nearly makes him feral. He'll pump you full of his cum for hours, until you're completely dumb and useless if you let him, keeping you stuffed with his cock while he lifts you up and down on his girth like some kind of rag doll. Gripping ahold of you by the waist to work you around him until he's spilling what might be the third or eight load in you for the night while the rows of his sharp teeth clasp onto the tender flesh of your neck deep enough to break skin and leave marks.

Sometimes, he'll smear his cum over your body like some vulgar kind of lotion or perfume. Rubbing it in along the expanse of your abdomen and smudging it along your chest and throat like it's a fragrance. He wants it to stick to your skin. For your flesh to remember the scent of him, all musk, and ozone, and salt, and money; a subtle way to instinctually declare to anyone who may step near you that you're his.

There are some days, when the both of you have snuck away to slip inside a janitor closet or tucked yourselves away in some hidden corner between showings at his clown pageants or other performances that he'll cum deep inside of you until it's smearing and threatening to trickle down your thighs. And like some kind of pervert, he'll slip your underwear back over your hips and sweetly request that you walk around in your ruined undergarments for the remainder of the night. He gets some sort of sick thrill to know that underneath your clothes you're dripping full of him, and all of the strangers and fans around you and him are none the wiser to the fact that his cum is soaking your garments and defiling the fabric. But they can smell it on you for sure.

♡ ᴅ = ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ: Mammon doesn't hide many of his fantasies from you. He's pretty open about them, for better or for worse. Sometimes to an annoying degree. Annoying because of how jealous he makes himself with a particular fantasy of his. The possibly sharing you. It is completely a dream though. He could never actually stand watching someone touch you like he does. But he likes the idea of showing you off. Of letting people all see and experience what they're missing out on.

He's seen all of the tabloids and threads on social media platforms of people raving over Mammon's lover, simping over you and singing you praises and insults - the gorgeous demon who's always hitched to his arm at social events, and restaurants, and exclusive clubs. People want to be you. They want you. To hold you and fuck you like he does. But they never will. And that gives him a rush like no other. That the masses desire what he has - who he has - and that they'll never get it.

♡ ᴇ = ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ (how experienced are they?): Believe it or not, Mammon isn't very sexual. His libido is fairly low and the desire for sex is an urge the doesn't rise in him all that often. It's typically spurred on by a sense of possession or jealousy if he ever feels that someone is attempting to get too close to you. He can be extremely territorial, and he usually warns off potential threats to your relationship by warning them verbally or even the occasional physical confrontation every now and again. But usually just the sight of him alone is enough to get most demons to back off, unless they want to get on the bad side of the Sin and find themselves dead in a ditch in the middle of some toxic trash heap in Greed. And it's when all of those possessive urges rise up in him and build up that he needs an outlet. But even with all of his jealousy and avarice being such strong traits in him, his experience wasn't all that high when you had first got together.

He knew enough for it to be a pleasurable experience for the both of you, but he lacked overall skill and expertise. Though you didn't mind it all that much. It gave you plenty of room to teach him what you like specifically. What makes your mind draw a useless blank and your body become a writhing, burning mess. But you have made a bit of a monster with how determined he's become in reducing you to some dumb mess that only knows how to take his cock, or how desperate he gets for you to pleasure him until he's the one who's drooling and stupid.

♡ ꜰ = ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Mammon has a penchant for being a bit lazy, and the air of important that he holds himself at makes him feel as though he was born with the right to be served. As such, he absolutely adores any position that has you doing the majority of the work. He loves it when you ride him, working yourself up and down on his cock while he reclines himself back along the cushions of the bed with a pair of his arms crossed behind his head and the other set roaming over your body wherever he pleases. Reaching up with greedy fingers to pluck at your nipples and slipping them between your thighs to tease where you're all hot and slick and smeared with his cum. It gives him the perfect angle to analyze your face and admire the almost drunken expressions that slip across your expression; pleasure tugging your jaw down to release weak moans while your eyes nearly go cross.

It's one of the reasons that he loves head so much as well. There's something about being able to just relax and lie back while you devout yourself to laving your tongue and the warm, wet grip of your mouth and lips over his cock that turns him on like nothing else. He loves peeking down at you from where he sits to admire you, choking and gagging on him while you scatter kisses along the veins that throb along the thick length of him; worshiping him in the way that he deserves.

♡ ɢ = ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.): Despite being arguably the most famous jester in Hell, he isn't usually trying to be intentionally funny at the best of times. Though there have been plenty of occasions where he's said something in the heat of the moment that's easily garnered more than a few laughs from you - much to his chagrin. He always gets so pouty and offended if you laugh at him because of a mistake he might have made or something that funny he's accidentally said in the heat of the moment. Much like the time that he had managed to fall off of the bed nearly mid stroke and lost his footing. He tumbled from the edge of it with enough force to shake the room and make the floor tremble. But it had been the string of startled swearing the had caught you the most of guard with the series of curses squawking out of him in rough yelp of, "shit! Fuckin' cunt - fuck me, dammit."

When he's deliberately trying to be funny during sex, it's usually because he wants to try something different - experimenting with a new position or such - and is trying to sweeten the incentive or distract you with humor. But there is every so often or so that he does use his jokes in a genuine manner, such as when you've had a rough day and he's trying to draw you out of your internal conflicts and troubles.

♡ ʜ = ʜᴀɪʀ (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet mat the drapes? Ect.): Mammon doesn't have much hair on his body at all. But he does have a sparse scatter of hair that trails down his stomach and leads down to his groin. It's nothing too wild or unmanageable thankfully, and it's naturally pretty scarce, which is probably a win. You doubt that Mammon would be the type to be very motivated on his self-grooming if it was the opposite.

♡ ɪ = ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ  (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): Intimacy isn't something that comes easily to him. It isn't a natural urge or instinct that he has, and it was very much a learned behavior that took him months to get a grip on. In the beginning, sex was just something to take the edge off. Something that he acted out on because he wanted it. It was purely a selfish act for him. All about his cravings and desires, and once he got his rocks off, he was always quick to leave or would dismiss you entirely. But with a lot of time, patience, and frustration, you were able to get him to soften up a bit and indulge in a bit of intimacy. Mostly through bribing him with massages, soft praises and gentle kisses after sex, and eventually he learned to adopt and translate that during sex as well.

He isn't the most romantic by any stretch of the imagination, but he has been improving in subtle ways by giving you tender compliments and sweeping, dulcet touches. He knows how big he is in comparison to you. How much strength he causally holds in his body. He could crush you like a twig with the brush of a single finger; and so, he's grown to be careful with the way that he holds you. Like you're delicate. A thing made of glass or porcelain that might shatter if he so holds you too closely. It makes him uncharacteristically gentle with you.

Mammon rarely cares for others in a way that doesn't stem from a personal gain. And honestly, he might not be able to truly care for anyone at all - not like you or other demons are able to. He's greed incarnate after all. He was born selfish. But when he clutches you close, stroking his fingertips along your spine and mapping out the shape of your face with curious hands, it truly does feel like he cares. It feels intimate.

♡ ᴊ = ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴏꜰꜰ (masturbation headcanon): He doesn't jerk off all that much. He doesn't need to. If the urge ever arises in him, he'll just find you. Though if you happen to be out of reach for whatever reason, perhaps in a different Ring entirely or busy taking care of personal affairs, he's quick to blow up your phone. He needs to hear you. Your voice, the sound of your breathing - anything will work while he grips his cock.

He'll absolutely spam the device if you don't answer. Calls, texts, DM's - it doesn't matter. Anything to get your attention onto him so that you can help him with his current predicament. It is technically your fault after all, it's the least you can do.

♡ ᴋ = ᴋɪɴᴋ (one or more of their kinks): Exhibitionism: He enjoys being watched - putting himself and you on display to show everyone just what they're all missing. What they'll never have.

Size kink: Even in terms of most demons, Mammon is quite tall. Towering over a decent amount of the population, and it delights him to no end that he's able to look down at you. To stand over you by several feet. Dwarfing your smaller form with his own. And that translates into sex. He could never tire of the way that you struggle to take him. Even after all of this time, it takes so much for your smaller body to stretch open around the thick girth of his cock for him to slip into your soaked warmth; tight walls fluttering around his length while they struggle to adjust to his size.

Breeding kink/cumflation: It doesn't matter if you're able to get pregnant or not, he's insistent on filling you up with load after load of his cum until you're both completely spent and gasping for breath and soaked in sweat and cum. Just the idea of him filling you up so much that your stomach is all swollen and heavy with him will have him hard in seconds.

And if you got pregnant, all round with his baby, then everyone would know that you're his. That it's his child that you're carrying. It soothes that rapacious nature in him like scratching an itch, but it's also like an accelerant on a fervent fire that'll have you both burning for hours.

Free use kink: It's one of those kinks, that even with his low libido, never fails to make him feral. The day that you had eagerly agreed - requested even - to be used for his pleasure had nearly sent him over the edge. It delighted him to no end to know that you make an effort in keeping yourself prepped and ready for him. That you're slick and stretched out, sometimes with a toy stuffed inside your hole to keep yourself nice and prepped for him. Especially on days when you know that he's going to be stressed and overworked. He loves that you'll happily take him when he needs it. That you'll let him bend you over the kitchen counter, or fuck you in the back of his limo, or that you'll let him take you backstage at one of his shows like a whore that he had paid.

♡ ʟ = ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (favorite places to do the do): He'll do it anytime, anyplace - everyone else be damned. He's perpetually torn between the desire to show you off to the masses - to let them see what they don't have, and to keep you completely hidden away and private for himself. But regardless of his internal debate, he easily lets himself get carried away and if you allow it, near public sex becomes a pretty frequent fixture in your life with him. He loves the thrill of it. The idea of possibly landing himself on a news channel or headlining all of the social platforms and tabloids because you two got caught has molten lust rushing through his veins.

But he also loves taking you within the safety of one of his webs. There's something so tantalizing about seeing you all strung up and vulnerable within the confines of his silk that really turns him on. Especially when he sees that excited glimmer burning in your eyes when your wrists and ankles are strung up and bound tight. You like being caught and at his mercy.

♡ ᴍ = ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (what turns them on, gets them going): Jealousy or a sense of possession. But on a more positive note, just stroke his ego. Praise his skills and ideas and successes and you'll have him rock hard in seconds flat. He also loves it when he can pick up his scent on you. He complains if you (use) steal any of his bodywash or cologne, but he practically salivates when he smells himself on you. Especially when it's his natural musk and not just his shampoo. It'll make him want to rub his scent on other much more intimate places.

♡ ɴ = ɴᴏ (something they wouldn't do): He won't ever share you. No cuckholding or threesomes or orgies. Just the thought of touching you can turn him angry and jealous. Sometimes he'll trigger himself with just the thought of it and walk around pissed off and angry with a nasty sneer on his face and venom in his voice. He'll get snippy and curt with you like you had actually gone out and had sex with someone else. But he won't communicate why he's upset. He'll just leave you to be confused while he grovels around the house until you finally interrogate him enough until he can't hold in the "betrayal" and all of his emotion come pouring out of him. It's gotten to the point that you don't even bother listening to his little rants anymore, you just let him stew in his own self-induced jealousy until he works through it.

♡ ᴏ = ᴏʀᴀʟ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Very unsurprisingly, he prefers to receive. He's a king after all. Royalty. And as such, he deserves to be praised and serviced. It's an honor to be able to share his bed, to be called his, to lie between his thighs. It's such a sight to watch you taking his cock between your lips. To observe the soft, wet drag of your tongue lap along the head to take the cum dribbling out like it's something to be savored. But he has come to enjoy giving as well. Definitely not as much as he likes getting head, but that's not exactly a surprise. He didn't have all that much experience with giving head in the past. It was a skill that he never bothered to acquire or refine until you had managed to spark his interest in it. Mostly by poking at his ego, but that's another story.

Although, he usually finds a way in making it about himself by dragging orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your brain is fogged and lost. And just to be cruel he makes you keep track of every single one. Let's hope you don't lose your count though, or else you'll have to start all over again!

♡ ᴘ = ᴘᴀᴄᴇ (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): It really just depends. As stated before, Mammon has a proclivity for being a bit . . . lazy, for lack of a better term. He wants to be the one being pleased, and worshipped, and loved. It makes his thrusts all languid and unrushed in a pace that's completely frustrating. It works you up, building up fire and heat in the pit of your stomach and dangling you over that debilitating precipice but failing to guide you over the edge. And it's entirely intentional. He does it so that you'll have no choice but to use him to get yourself off. To get him off. The lust searing through your body forcing you to bounce yourself up and down his cock to make you both cum.

But even he has his moments where his greed gets the better of him. It turns him into a slave of his own wants and hunger, until all he does is take and take and take in a frenzied pace that threatens to make you pass out. It's like he's starved. Using your body and his own to work the both of you into exhaustion; with both of your muscles quivering and thrumming weakly, lungs pulling in air with labored breaths, sweat and cum smearing your skin until you're certain that it's impossible to cum again. But he never fails to pull another orgasm from your spent body. And another. And another . . .

♡ Q = Qᴜɪᴄᴋɪᴇ (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): Isn't the fondest of quickie's. Once he gets started, it's difficult for him to stop, and being forced to pull away from the slick heat of your body can easily push him into a bad mood. Quickies are a tease. They require a restraint that he doesn't possess, and you learned a long time ago not to try and initiate sex with Mammon if you have a place to be or an appointment to get to. There's a very high chance that you won't be reaching it otherwise. Not unless you want to deal with a pouting, frustrated Mammon for the next few weeks. He tends to hold a grudge.

♡ ʀ = ʀɪꜱᴋ (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): Absolutely. Especially in terms of public sex and being seen. He loves to risk of other demons walking in on you two and seeing you all spread out and split open on him, stomach bulging from his girth while you moan and whimper helplessly. It's feels like he's proving to them that you're entirely his. That they'll never have you like he does.

Experimenting in general is always on the table. He loves finding new ways to take you apart piece by piece. And in turn, he loves discovering new things about himself. Of watching you find another way to please him and prove your devotion to him, just like he deserves.

♡ ꜱ = ꜱᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): It really just depends. Mammon isn't the most motivated individual - not unless money is involved. But he is greedy. And once he gets worked up it can take a lot for the heat to get entirely snuffed out, and if he's in one of his rare moods, he can last for hours. However, that doesn't mean that he's going to be the one doing a good deal of the work. He'll have you bouncing on him. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from his spent body, even when the friction of your tight, sloppy walls gripping his cock is too much. Sparking something raw and tender along his nerves like an electrical current with every downstroke and grind from your hips. It's too sensitive. Almost brutal in a way that might make his eyes cross, but you can't stop now. You can't leave him like this. Moaning and whimpering and begging for another one - just one more - even though that's exactly what he had told you about four orgasms back. The sheets are beyond ruined now. Soaked with your shared arousal and sweat. It's a chore to breathe. It's no longer an automatic bodily response anymore, you have to constantly remind yourself to force in lungful's between each bounce. Your thighs are burning and screaming at you from the exertion, and there's no way that you aren't going to be sore tomorrow but Mammon's still begging. His claws are latched onto the meat of your hips, threatening to slice skin and leave you bleeding, but the blissed-out expression on his face takes precedence amongst all else. He still needs you. Crying out like a slut for you. And who are you to deny him?

♡ ᴛ = ᴛᴏʏꜱ (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): You'd think that the guy who produces sex robots in his company's name would be a bit more open to using toys in the bedroom, but Mammon's jealousy truly knows no bounds. He sees them as an insult to himself and his capabilities. What could you possibly need a dildo or vibrator for when you have him? Let's be honest, a toy couldn't satisfy you like his fingers, or tongue, or cock can. They'll always pale in comparison in terms of how easily he makes your eyes cross, and your jaw drop from the flood of pleasure seizing your body.

But every now and again you may be able to persuade him into using something on you. . . Though it typically ends up backfiring and bringing him more enjoyment with the way that he never fails to torture you with whatever device you had insisted on using. He makes you regret even asking to use a toy; making sure to wring every ounce of bliss from your body until you're pleading for him to give you a break.

♡ ᴜ = ᴜɴꜰᴀɪʀ (how much they like to tease): To an almost annoying degree. He downright tortures you with his teasing, playing with your body so carefully. Working you up until your muscles are drawn taunt and tight and it feels like something molten and sugared is thrumming through your veins; keeping you right on that almost agonizing edge like he might finally have mercy on you and tip you over it with the brush of his fingertips or tongue. All of that just so that he can pull away from you and leave you empty and unfulfilled. Sobbing mournfully and writhing from your ruined orgasm. But he never has any sympathy for your tears or pleads - no matter how much he delights in the way that you beg for him. He'll work you back up again to hear your desperate moans and whimpers, just to stop and repeat the process all over again. For the second, fourth, sixth time in a row.

But sometimes he gives too much. Using your body for his own pleasure until you're pliant and stupid and filled with cum; nerves burning and raw from use and ecstasy. He'll have you split between bliss and something that might just be agony - a pleasure that's almost too much. But he's greedy. Using you like a doll as he chases after his own satisfaction like the ultimate hedonist. And you're just the vessel that was created to grant him his pleasure. He's made you black out from cumming over and over again and being filled to the brim until it's smearing down both of your bodies and soaking the silk sheets underneath.

♡ ᴠ = ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): He can be very vocal. He mostly groans and grunts, swearing and mumbling underneath his breath in a guttural purr that always has an exited tremble skipping down your spine. But it also doesn't take much for him to get loud either until he's practically whimpering (he always gets so flustered and angry when you tell him that he whines); drool slipping past the corners of his lips while his brows furrow close from the pleasure burning through every inch of his body. When he gets like this, he rambles. Sometimes it's straight up nonsense. His words too slurred and garbled to understood, but every now and then he manages to make a proper sentence. And when he does its usually complete filth.

. "Just' gimme another one. Jus' one more, I swear."

. " Keep yourself nice and spread open for me. Fuck, you're so fucking sloppy baby, you should be ashamed of yourself. But you're too stupid for that, ain't ya?"

. "You're such a slut. But you're my slut, huh? C'mon, say it."

. "You look like a porn star. I wish you'd let me film ya, you'd look so good all fucked out on film."

. "You should feel terrible makin' me do all the work while you sit back droolin' all over yourself like a useless little toy. Nothin' but a hole fer me to use - oh, don' act like you don't like it. I can feel you squeezin' me."

♡ ᴡ = ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ (a random headcanon for the character): It's been said before that Mammon would never share you. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't maybe fantasize about it every now and again. He's far too possessive to ever truly indulge in the dream, but he does entertain the idea every once in a while. There's just something so tempting about imagining the both of you all sprawled out among a sea of writhing bodies while you're brought to bliss by the glide of hungry, wet mouths and tongues. Teeth nipping at your tender flesh and stroking at you until your whine and writhe and scream.

It's a nice though but he'd rip apart anyone who touched you limb from limb.

♡ x = x-ʀᴀʏ (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): An absolute monster. It was extremely intimidating the first time that you had seen him bare and fully hard - but who are you kidding, he's intimidating even when he's flaccid. You weren't even sure if he was going to fit the first time that you had fucked. And he didn't. It took week of stretching you out and training for you to be able to take him. Hours of working yourself open with fingers, and his tongue and toys for you to finally stretch out around his cock. The first few times that you had sex, all that you could manage was the tip. And there were times where it felt like it was ripping the air from your lungs and stuffing you full when it would finally slip past your tight walls with a filthy, wet pop.

Just the head of his cock would have you going dumb. All cross-eyed and slack jawed like one of those stupidly dramatic porn stars. And with the size difference, you were practically little more than a flesh light; all stupid and drooling while your body struggled to take him. But Mammon was remarkably patient for someone so stingy. Probably too caught up in his gloating and sickly-sweet cooing to be truly greedy.

Even now that your body has adjusted to him, he's still a lot to take, but it's always worth it.

♡ ʏ = ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ  (how high is their sex drive?): Not the highest sex drive. The impulse for sex typically evades him, and as stated before, when the desire does spark it's usually triggered by a bout of jealousy or a sense of possession. But on the rare occasion that the two of you are separated by business meetings, family affairs or events, he has a tendency to set himself off by thinking of you. He tortures himself with the memory of you sometimes and it often leads to him calling you no matter the hour of the day or night and demanding that you help get him off. He just wants to hear the sound of your voice, all dipped low and saturated with lust as he works one of his fists over his cock until he's cumming all over himself with a ragged groan.

♡ z = zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after?): He's usually out like a light. It's honestly a little fascinating (and irritating) how quickly he's able to pass out afterwards. One second, he's panting and heaving and catching his breath while he clutches you close and the next, he's passed out and already drooling on his pillow.

[5ukho1]

NSFW Alphabet (141 + König)

Content warning: 18+, mature content, MDNI

Aftercare (what they're like after sex) 

Ghost tends to go get a cloth to help clean you up. He's pretty gently, his fingers tracing over any marks he left on your body. He'll rub any spots that you comment are sore, and he'll lay next to you until you fall asleep.

Soap will hold you close, making sure you're alright and would go get you a glass of water. He'll pick out new clothes for you to wear before cuddling next to you, asking if you enjoyed it.

Price would kiss any markings he left on your body, chuckling to himself as you're trying to compose yourself. He would definitely go start a warm shower for the both of you before watching a movie later.

Gaz would ask if you're alright and place gentle kisses along your face. He'd help you clean up and go make you some food of your choice. Probably would just cuddle for the rest of the day.

Alejandro comments on how good you did and would give you a massage before you're even allowed to get up. He already has a glass of water on standby and would wrap you up in some blankets while watching TV.

König has a warm bath already ready for you once you're done. He would carry you to the bathroom and help clean you up, being gentle with your body. You two would just relax in the bath for awhile before getting out.

Bodypart (their favorite part of their partner's body)

Ghost would definitely love your throat. Loves wrapping his hand around it and watching you gasp and your eyes rolling back.

Soap fucking loves your thighs, especially if his head is in between them. Loves hearing the noises you make when doing so.

Price loves your lips. The sight of your lips wrapping around his cock turns him on even more than before.

Gaz would probably love your ass. He loves smacking it and watching is bounce afterwards. Lots of hickeys on them.

Alejandro is definitely an eye guy. Loves staring into your eyes in the act. Would stop thrusting if you try to close your eyes though.

König loves your throat. Same with Ghost, wrapping his hands around it turns him on, but he mostly likes seeing you try to deep throat him.

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ghost would love to cum on your face, especially if your tongue is sticking out.

Soap would prefer to cum inside you, but if you don't let him, he'll cum all over your chest.

Price would make you swallow his cum, making him groan as it trickles down your chin.

Gaz is either cumming on your back or all over your lower stomach. It all depends on what position you two are in.

Alejandro would cum inside you. If you don't allow him, he would just cum all over your thighs.

König would make you lick up his cum as it drips down his cock, and then would make you swallow the rest.

Dirty secret

Ghost probably stole one of your underwear just to have.

Soap had a wet dream about you a few times.

Price would definitely masturbate to your photos.

Gaz tends to look at your ass a lot when you walk by.

Alejandro would purposely get you tight fitting clothes to see your body.

König would stare at your lips and picture what they would look like around his cock.

Experience (how much do they have?)

Ghost is pretty experienced, though it's been a while for him.

Soap is kinda experienced, probably only done it three times.

Price is experienced, definitely knows how hook up with people.

Gaz is somewhat experienced. Same with Alejandro, only with one person.

Alejandro is kinda experienced. Only done it with one other person.

König is somewhat experienced. Probably had a few nightstands.

Favorite position

Ghost loves doggy. End of story...

Soap would probably like missionary.

Price would probably like a little bit of doggy, but mostly missionary.

Gaz loves when you ride him.

Alejandro loves to bend you over the counters.

König probably lifts you up while fucking you.

Goofy (how are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Ghost is more serious, probably talking dirty in your ear the whole time.

Soap is somewhat humorous. He wants you to feel comfortable and would praise you.

Price is in between. He would praise you and would laugh if your body made any noises to make you feel better.

Gaz is with Price, in between. He'll be a little humorous if it's your first time, but he's pretty gentle with you.

Alejandro is serious. Would downgrade you and choke you. Obviously would be gentle if it was your first.

König would be serious. He'd throw you around and make you squirm. Lots of begging.

Hair (how well groomed they are, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ghost is somewhat groomed.

Soap tends to keep it shaven but sometimes he forgets.

Price is somewhat groomed.

Gaz is shaven and wouldn't grow it out.

Alejandro is not shaven, but he wouldn't mind shaving if you asked.

König is not shaven and would just keep it that way.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment)

Ghost doesn't talk much but he loves to whisper in your ear to set you off.

Soap likes to tell you how good you feel and such. Loves to run his hands all over your body.

Price is pretty gentle with you. If you want him to do anything specifically, you're going to have to ask.

Gaz is pretty gentle. He doesn't want to be too rough to hurt you, unless you asked.

Alejandro loves to talk to you, and he would chuckle if you can't talk back to him in response.

König just makes you lay there and take it. Would do anything to tease or to make you beg.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ghost jacks off kinda a lot, but it all depends.

Soap kinda jacks off, but he's not that big of a fan of it.

Price prefers not to jack off unless you've been teasing him all day.

Gaz will jack off if you're far away or is too busy to give him any attention.

Alejandro would make you watch him jack off and would make you clean him up.

König doesn't jack off often. If he needs to release, he'll use you instead.

Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Ghost loves to choke you out and make you beg. Makes him want you more.

Soap would love to smack your ass every time you're in doggy. Loves seeing his handprint on you.

Price likes when you deep throat him. Watching the sight in front of him gets him weak.

Gaz wouldn't mind you kinda choking him out but wouldn't mention it to you.

Alejandro loves giving hickeys, especially in places other people can see.

König loves hairpulling, especially if you're in doggy. Just pulling your hair back while wrapping his hand around your throat is hot.

Location (favorite places to do it)

Ghost would prefer the bedroom.

Soap would like to be risky and do it in a car.

Price wouldn't mind his office.

Gaz is a bedroom guy.

Alejandro likes to do it in the kitchen or bathroom.

König would like to do it in the shower.

Motivation (what turns them on)

Ghost kinda gets turned on if you bend down in front of him or bite your lip while looking him up and down.

Soap likes when you sway your hips, or when his hands are on your hips.

Price will get turned on by you breathing heavily while sweating. Especially after a run.

Gaz would get turned on if you sat on top of him, straddling him. Even if it's innocent.

Alejandro gets turned on by tight fitting clothes on you, wanting to rip them off.

König will get turned on if you're licking anything or watching your lips wrap around a straw.

No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Ghost will not let others watch you two in the act. You're for his eyes only.

Soap won't do any in public. He doesn't want to risk getting caught. The closest to in public he'll do is fuck in a car.

Price won't use toys on you. You have him, that's the best you're going to get.

Gaz won't slap you or anything that could cause you harm. Doesn't want to hurt you.

Alejandro will not do a 3 some. He wants you all to himself. And he won't do any sex tapes of you two.

König won't let you take control in the bedroom. He's in full control of you.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

Ghost likes to receive and would give you if you begged.

Soap likes to give only until he's done teasing you.

Price prefers to receive.

Gaz likes to receive but wouldn't mind giving.

Alejandro loves to give.

König would give and wouldn't stop until you're begging.

Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Ghost is for sure fast and can be rough if he wants to.

Soap would probably be rough and slow.

Price prefers to be a little slow and sensual.

Gaz is the same with Price.

Alejandro would be fast and sensual.

König doesn't care and would be fast and rough.

Quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex?)

Ghost is okay with quickies. Anytime you ask he'll be down.

Soap prefers proper sex than quickies. Would do it after he comes home.

Price would do proper since he doesn't want to rush. You give him a chance and he'll take it.

Gaz is okay with quickies but prefers proper.

Alejandro likes quickies and likes to see how fast he can make you cum.

König prefers quickies since he's busy, but it'll be a long night when doing proper sex...

Risk (are they okay with experimenting, do they take risks, etc)

Ghost is okay with some experimenting but wouldn't do it often.

Soap loves to experiment. Likes to figure out new things together.

Price prefers not to really experiment unless you keep begging him.

Gaz is pretty vanilla but wouldn't mind experimenting.

Alejandro is down for whatever you have in mind. He'll even ofter some suggestions.

König is down for experimenting, but you'll have to beg for it to happen.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long they usually last)

Ghost can probably last for about 2 rounds.

Soap can go for around 1 1/2 rounds. All depends on how turned on he is.

Price is just good with one round, unless you get on your hands and knees and beg.

Gaz is fine with one round. If he goes a second round it'll just turn into a quickie.

Alejandro tries to go as many rounds as he can. Probably do 3 rounds.

König just makes you take it until he's done. Can keep going for an hour.

Toys (do they own any? Do they use them?)

Ghost doesn't own any.

Soap owns one and would use it to tease you.

Price doesn't own any.

Gaz would get one if you asked.

Alejandro doesn't own any.

König owns a few and uses them often to mess with you.

Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Ghost kinda likes to tease, but not much.

Soap is definitely a big teaser.

Price doesn't like teasing that much.

Gaz is not one to tease.

Alejandro would tease you a lot.

König is a master at teasing you.

Volume (how loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc)

Ghost is pretty quiet. He tends to grunt into your ear a lot.

Soap can be somewhat loud, but he'll bite your shoulder to quiet himself. Lot of gasping.

Price is somewhat quiet. Loves to talk to you and likes to say 'fuck' a lot.

Gaz can be loud at first, but he quiets down over time. Lot of groaning and hissing.

Alejandro is loud. Will talk to you loudly and wouldn't care if others are listening. Lots of swearing.

König is somewhat loud. He doesn't talk that much but will groan and will tell you what to do.

Wild card (random headcanon)

Ghost loves to bite, especially your neck. He'll mark up your thighs too while slowly making his way up to your lips.

Soap would definitely get you all hot and bothered before walking away, wanting to see you beg for him.

Price had many thoughts of taking you on his office desk, or just pinning you against the door so the others can't come him.

Gaz tends to blush a little when you get too close to his face or when you give him praises.

Alejandro would definitely give you a back hug while you're doing anything in the kitchen, trying to act innocent before bending you over the counter.

König loves when your head dangles off the end of the bed while you're deep throating him. Loves seeing your throat expand around him.

X-ray (what's going on under their clothing)

Ghost is 5.5

Soap is also 5.5

Price would be close to 6

Gaz would be 5

Alejandro is 6

König is 6

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ghost has a high sex drive.

Soap is in the middle between high and low.

Price kinda has a lower sex drive.

Gaz is in between both high and low.

Alejandro has somewhat of a high sex drive.

König has a high sex drive.

ZZZ.. (do they fall asleep afterward?)

Ghost takes about an hour to fall asleep.

Soap can fall asleep right away.

Price waits for you to fall asleep.

Gaz can fall asleep a few minutes afterwards.

Alejandro can't fall asleep after.

König won't fall asleep.

[asherraccoon]

Care- Radioapple- Hurt/comfort, fluff-Requested-ish?

(Anon didn't specify a plot, they only asked for Radioapple hurt/comfort)

Charlie was getting worried. Her dad hadn't left his room in several weeks. Not even to come eat. She had figured Lucifer was just busy, being a king and all, but he's been really quiet. More than usual. She had been bringing food for him and leaving it outside his door, and it was always gone when she went to check, but she didn't know if Lucifer was actually eating it. 

Vaggie looked at Charlie and set a hand on her shoulder. “Have you checked up on your dad recently?” She asked. 

Charlie sighed. “I tried too but he wont open up the door. The most I got was an 'I'm fine’ and 'don't worry’ but he didn't sound fine. He sounded… tired…” Charlie crossed her arms. “I think he's fallen into a depressive episode,” 

Vaggie cupped Charlie's cheek. “He'll be okay, I'm sure of it,” she said with a smile, attempting to comfort her girlfriend. 

Charlie leaned into Vaggie's hand and held her wrist. “I hope so…”

“Maybe you can get Alastor to check up on him? The two have been getting closer lately and sometimes it's easier to trust friends than it is to trust family,” Vaggie suggested. 

Charlie nodded. “Yeah, maybe…” 

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After having been requested by Charlie, Alastor made his way to Lucifer's room. He hadn't admitted it aloud, but he was getting a bit concerned when he noticed Lucifer hadn't been leaving his room for a good few weeks. He stopped outside of Lucifer's room. The door was a golden color with a red apple and a white snake painted on it. He knocked three times. “Lucifer,” 

It was silent on the other side of the door. 

“Lucifer,” Alastor repeated, a bit louder. 

No response. 

Alastor's ears lowered. He merged into the shadows and teleported into Lucifer's room. 

Lucifer's room was messy. More so than usual. There were some dishes on his desk, none of them were empty. Some had half eaten meals on them, others looked as though they'd only had 3 bites taken from them. 

Alastor looked at the bed, where Lucifer was hiding underneath the blankets. Alastor approached. “Lu,” he said softly. He pulled the blanket away from Lucifer's face. 

Lucifer looked up at Alastor. He had bags under his eyes and tear stained cheeks. His hair was dirty and greasy. It looked like he hadn't changed his clothes in a while. 

Ah, so it was a depressive episode. 

Alastor sat down on the edge of the bed. “Lucifer, dear,” he ran his hand through Lucifer's messy hair. 

Lucifer let out a small whine and tightly squeezed the deer plush he was cuddling. He hid his face in the plush's neck. “Go away,” he said quietly. 

Alastor hummed and sighed. He stood up. 

Lucifer was a bit relieved when Alastor stood, thinking he was leaving. He wasn't expecting to be suddenly grabbed and lifted. 

Alastor picked up Lucifer, holding him bridal position in his arms. 

Lucifer squeaked as he was picked up. He leaned into Alastor and hugged his deer plush close. He didn't bother fighting. “Where're we going?” He mumbled. 

“Bathroom, you're filthy,” Alastor said, carrying Lucifer to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. 

Lucifer whined quietly. “I don't wanna shower,” he complained. 

“That's why I'm going to help you,” Alastor said. He entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He set Lucifer down on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water, plugging the drain. 

Lucifer watched the water spill from the faucet. “Why?” He asked. 

“I'm not going to let you lay there in your own filth, Lu,” Alastor replied. He held his hand under the water, testing the temperature. When he decided it was good, he stood and walked back into the bedroom. Alastor removed the dirty bedsheets with his magic and replaced them with clean ones. Once that was done, he returned to the bathroom. 

Lucifer held his deer plush in his lap, playing with its ears. 

“Does it have a name?” Alastor asked, gesturing to Lucifer's deer. 

Lucifer looked up at him. “Uh... No… I just call him Deer,” he said quietly, a little embarrassed. 

Alastor hummed. “Is he your favorite?” He asked. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching the water fill up. 

Lucifer nodded. “Yeah,” 

“I would have expected a duck to be your favorite,” Alastor said teasingly. He chuckled softly. 

Lucifer blushed. “W-well, deers are cool too…” he fiddled with one of Deer's antlers. 

“It's 'deer’, not 'deers’, Lucifer,” Alastor corrected. 

“Uh- sorry��” Lucifer held the toy up to his face, attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“It's a simple mistake,” Alastor shrugged. He turned the faucet off. 

Lucifer's hand pet Deer's fur, distracting himself from the embarrassment he felt. 

“Bath is ready,” Alastor told him. He stood up and knelt in front if Lucifer. “Can I put Deer on the counter? He'll be right where you can see him,” he requested. 

Lucifer hesitated. He didn't really let other people hold his comfort items, but he felt Alastor could be trusted. He handed the toy to Alastor. “Just be careful with him,” 

Alastor took the plush and stood. He set it on the bathroom counter, giving it a pat on the head before returning to Lucifer. “Ready?” He asked. 

Lucifer fidgeted, but he gave a nod.

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Alastor rubbed the soap into Lucifer's hair. He gently scratched and massaged his scalp, attempting to get the dirt and filth out. 

Lucifer sat in the water with his knees hugged against his chest. He wasn't used to having someone care for him. It felt weird. He spoke up after a couple minutes. “Why do you care?” He questioned, his eyes on the wall. 

Alastor paused for a moment. He then continued his movements. “Because I enjoy being with you, Lucifer,” he said softly. “I don't like seeing you so depressed and tired,” 

Lucifer stayed quiet after that. He allowed Alastor to wash his hair, feeling too tired to fight or argue. 

“Are you hungry at all?” Alastor asked him. 

Lucifer shook his head. “No. My appetite hasn't been very good lately,” he replied.  

Alastor tilted Lucifer's head back to pour water over his head, rinsing the shampoo away. “Well, is there anything else that you need?” He wondered. 

Lucifer shrugged. “I just wanna be left alone,” he muttered. 

“Well, that's certainly not happening,” Alastor said. He finished rinsing out the shampoo and started conditioning Lucifer's hair. 

“Why not?”

“Because isolation isn't a good way to deal with your depression, Lucifer,” the deer demon said. “You say that you're lonely yet you isolate and neglect yourself. You can't combat fire with fire, Lucifer,” 

Lucifer felt tears well up in his eyes. “I-I know…” he mumbled. 

“Then why do you do it?” 

Lucifer took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I guess it's just… I don't…” he sighed and bowed his head. “Whenever I go into these episodes… my brain likes to tell me that I deserve to be sad. I deserve to be alone,” he explained. “And I can't help but believe those thoughts are true. It feels like everything is my fault. It feels like I'm the worst… I don't know what to do in that situation other than isolate myself and let myself rot…”  

Alastor listened. His ear twitched as he heard a sob escape Lucifer's mouth. His ears lowered. Was he too hard on him? He did kind of pressure Lucifer into talking. Shit. Now he felt bad.

Lucifer sniffled. He wiped a tear from his cheek. “Fuck…” he whimpered. 

Alastor took a breath. “Look, Lucifer,” he spoke gently. “Isolation and self-neglect… Those aren't good ways to cope. And I know that it's hard to take care of yourself when you're down in the lowest, but you've gotta talk to someone about it so they can help you,” he rinsed the conditioner out of Lucifer's hair. 

“But it's hard to talk to people…” Lucifer said shakily. He sniffled again. “I-I don't want t-to b-burden them…” 

“You won't burden me, Lucifer. I'm here to listen to you and comfort you when you need it,” Alastor responded. He squeezed the extra water from Lucifer's hair and then reached for the drain to pull it. He shook his wet arm when he removed it from the water. 

Lucifer shivered at the loss of warmth the water had given. He hugged himself tighter. “Cold,” he spoke quietly. 

“We'll get you into some clothes in a moment,” Alastor said, grabbing a towel. He handed the towel to Lucifer for him to dry off and summoned some fresh clothes with his magic, making sure they were comfortable enough for Lucifer. 

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Once he was clothed, Lucifer took his deer plush off of the bathroom counter and held it close. 

Alastor took a hair brush and stood behind Lucifer. He began brushing Lucifer's hair, making sure to get all the knots and tangles that hadn't been gotten rid of in the bath. 

Lucifer winced a little when knots were brushed out. “Ow,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” Alastor apologized. He set the hairbrush aside once he was done. “Do you want or need anything else, Lucifer?” He asked. 

Lucifer hesitated. He hid his face in the plush. “I-I don't wanna be alone… can you please hold me? Just for a little?” He mumbled shyly. 

Alastor nodded, his expression soft. “Of course, darling,” he said softly. He put his arms around Lucifer and picked him up.

Lucifer hid his face in Alastor's shoulder. 

Alastor carried Lucifer out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He set Lucifer down on the bed for a moment. He sat down beside him and then pulled Lucifer back into his arms. 

Lucifer leaned on Alastor. He kept most of his focus on Deer, playing with the plush's ears. Being in Alastor's arms felt nice. He was warm. He made Lucifer feel safe. He closed his eyes, sighing softly as he pressed closer to Alastor. 

Alastor played with Lucifer's hair. A faint click was heard from Alastor's chest before a soft song began to play. He hummed along with it. 

Lucifer blinked at the sudden music, but he didn't say or do anything. He listened to Alastor's humming and the music. He let out a quiet exhale. “Thank you… for taking care of me…” he mumbled quietly. 

“Of course, mon cher,” Alastor replied, combing his fingers through Lucifer's hair. 

[fl3shm4id3n]

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ/ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut (duh), mentions of daddy/papi, 69 dudes!, Making out, oral (both Giving and Receiving), fingering, spanking, kinky shit, rough sex for sure, manhandling, flexibility, overstimulation, aftercare.

A/n: Here is a hc nobody asked for, enjoy. I'ma start writing more about the Recoms, mainly Lopez for obvious reasons.

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Besides that, Lopez likes to finger you, he likes having his massive fingers on your wet pussy. Feeling your spongy walls and you clamping around his digits gets him off in a way. He loves to see you go undone by his fingers. Even better if you're having a make out session, he loves feeling your moans and mewls on his mouth.

Lopez will also manhandle you for sure, so you'll be tossed around and picked up during the deed. If you're flexible, he'll take advantage of your flexibility and bend you around, testing your limits.

His favorite positions are: cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, prone bone, pretzel dip, wheelbarrow, and the seashell.

He is really into rough sex, if you weren't into it before, you may be into it now. He is both sweet and kind of mean. You both establish a safe word for sure in case of anything.

He's a total ass man, he can't help but stare at your ass for sure. He sometimes smacks your ass just to get you squeal and give him a cute angry look, which makes him chuckle when seeing your cute expression.

I have the deep belief that Lopez is into 69, he has you laying on his stomach while he's eating you out from behind. Ever now and then he'd light push your head down his cock, to get you to gag a bit. He loves the feeling on your hot mouth on his cock.

He loves eating you out, he'd die if you didn't let him lap your pussy while you gave him head. Think of it as a two for one deal. He loves to hold your ass too, giving it a light squeeze and light snacks too.

If Lopez is feeling kind of mean, he'll overstimulate you to the point that you're dumb and can't think correctly. He finds it really adorable in a way, seen you undone and desperate.

Spanking is another thing he likes, specially if you 'miss behave' you'll be laying naked on his lap while he's fully clothed. He'll be spanking your bareass and making you count, but you'll be counting in Spanish.

He's been teaching you the basics of counting in Spanish. If you miss pronouns a number, he'll make you count again and again until you get them right. If you do a good job, then he'll give your ass a few kisses and fingers you good since you've done good.

His nicknames to you are 'Mi Amor' and 'Mami' in and outside the bedroom. He mainly calls you Mami though, he loves seeing you getting flustered.

If you call him Daddy during sex, he'll like it, but if you call him 'Papi', this man will go feral and begin to pound into you, making you moan and scream (without the S) for everyone nearby to here.

For some reason, Lopez likes it when/if you suck on his thumb. You don't have to be doing anything sexual, you could just be doing it just cause, he loves it. Seen and feeling your mouth around his thumb, he's going straight to heaven.

He is very caring in aftercare, he knows he can be rough and that you can't really keep up with him. He asks if you're okay and how you're feeling. If you're too sore to move, he'll carry you to the bathroom and help you with whatever you need help with. (If you take a shower, he's joining you for sure, maybe you could go again)

When you're both cleaned up, you both just lay on the bed. You lay on top of Lopez while he's holding you close to him, running his fingers on your back, making you sleepy.

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[girlwithwolftatoo]

I think the other anon meant a heated argument or a fight between couples kind of fight if not please can you do one I want to read that🤤🤤

Lunar eclipse brought my inner panda out and we're ready for AWOOGA!

Marc Spector:

*"Look, Marc, I -This is over, okay? Don't talk to me, just leave me alone" you shut the door closed and walk towards your bedroom, your head feels like it's been in a pressure cooker and you just want to rest and forget all the discussion with your man.

*You undress and get ready for a shower, it always helps you to relax and, if you need to, cry a little and clean your face at the moment. And maybe because you were so inmerse in setting the bathroom stuff you didn't hear the key opening the front door of your place.

*At the time you're soaping yourself, a hand slides the shower screen/courtain and before you can do anything, Marc pins you against the tiles. "What are you doing? I said I don't want to see you-!" you shout at him.

*There's thise look in Marc's eyes you can't always tell if its slightly murderous or simply intense. You try to push him back but he grabs your hips and pulls you into a kiss. You struggle, but let's be honest, this man is irresistible, and he knows how to make you weak on the knees.

*Marc has no patience tonight since you made him grow so angry. He fingers you still pressed against the wall, admiring the water pouring on your body. He lifts you and uses one leg to keep you in place while he pounds into you, pulling your hair back to leave your neck and chest exposed so he can have his way with them. You can even hear him growl into your ear, his cock deep buried in you, and you hold onto his shoulders to not fall.

*You still want some revenge, so you scratch his back so rough the water actually makes him hiss when it touches the damaged skin, but you're loving this. You like when he's like that, because you know that, in the end, even in his worst moments, he'll turn back to be the tender lover you know he truly is.

Steven Grant:

*Poor meow meow gets overwhelmed anytime you have the smallest issue, and today you really look angry, but -he didn't meant to bother you, he wanted you to be fine! Steven leaves the place just giving some final words because he can't take this atmosphere anymore: "I just hope that- once you calm down, we can actually talk and... dunno, maybe you can see what I'm trying to say, (Y/N), bye"

*Hey he didn't say "laters gators", OMG he's really angry.

*Either you or him give the first step to conceal. Perhaps you do it at the same time. You slide to the bedroom, carrying a metaphorical pipe of peace in the form of a cup of tea, and you're about to open the door when Steven does the same. "(Y/N)!" "Steven, I-!" "I'm sorry, I didnt-!" "I'm so sorry, I shouldnt-!" "No no please, let me explain -" "No, please, I just..."

*You hug each other and you begin to kiss him on the cheek. He does the same and before you can notice, you're devouring each other's lips. Steven keeps trying to apologize but you don't allow him, that's nothing that matter now, and you end up rolling on the bed.

*It's difficult to tell if Steven's performance is driven either by arousal or guilt, but he's even more passionate than usual tonight. He even tops without you asking him to do it, and gets sure you receive most of the pleasure with all his will and skills. Oh and as a plus, his moans are cuter than ever.

*You can't simply be angry with him forever, specially after the way he fucked you tonight. He's tired and shivering when he lays on the bed, and you play with his hair and rest your head on his chest. Perhaps he may try to bring the topic back, but you shush him quick. "It's okay, Steven, let's forget it... you were right, and I'm sorry for shouting at you like that" "No, I- I'm sorry, my love, I didn't think of your opinion before-" "Forget it, Steven, I'm not angry anymore"

Jake Lockley:

*Yes, this guy can put you on nerves easily and in a lot of ways. Unfortunately this one has overpassed your limits and you really want to punch his nasty face, so you walk pass him, open the front door and command "Get the hell out of here, Jake, now"

*After some seconds in which he squints his eyes to you, he approaches the door. "We'll talk once you come back to your sane" you say as farewell words... but he pushes the door close and stares at you. "What the-? Lockley, I said I want you out!"

*He wrinkles his nose, a vicious grimace on his face, and grabs your arms to force you to him. You are so heated yet for the discussion you fight back and even get to slap him, but he doesn't seem surprised for that. Then, he pushes you to the floor with all his strenght.

*I hope you didn't really like that blouse because Jake rips it off without hesitation, using his weight to avoid any form of escape from you. He cups and plays with your tits, grunting and gasping in your ear. "You think you can be like that to me, muñeca? Gotta teach you some manners"

*At this point if you pull his hair or scratch him or whatever, he treats it as arousal fuel. He may take you to the couch or a table or even the nearest corner because he isn't fussy, and undresses you with one hand while he holds your wrists with the other. He presses his hips on yours, happy to make you notice his growing bulge. "I love when you're in fighting mood, bonita, me pones muy duro".

*Yeah, you may be still angry but you can't deny he knows what he's doing. He reaches your sweet spot, he nibbles the back of your neck, he rubs your clit until you're crying for the overstimulation, and he says the dirtiest yet more tasty things in your ear while doing it. "So, muñequita... are you ready to apologize?" he groans while his seed runs through your swollen thighs "Or you need a second round?"

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cheol in home;run as a rich spoiled heir, spoiling u the same amount he was spoiled, constantly holding a glass of red wine yet never being drunk, living at night basically non existent during the day + being the dominant bdsm enjoyer dude that he is when fucking you against the door to the balcony of his expensive villa.

midnight thoughts

when i tell u that home;run is literally one of my favorite mvs of all time specifically bc of the aesthetic of the video... i love how musical theater-esque it is. and cheol's suit look during the first chorus? with the mustard yellow turtleneck and then the suit getup? ... Yeah 🧎‍♀️

he plays up the rich spoiled heir to some stupid financial corporation role so well and it puts most people off, but not you. at least, not anymore. he spoils the absolute hell out of you, making sure you have all the clothes you want, gives you way more money than you need to cover morning coffee or a quick lunch, etc. he just loves knowing that not only are you taken care of, but that he's the one taking care of you. he was treated so well growing up, doted on and spoiled, and he enjoys being able to shower you with that same kind of attention and financial freedom that he had because even if he didn't have the money or the status, you'd love him anyways because the love and companionship you provide him is something you give freely, not in any way attached to what he can give you in return. he ends up being incredibly nonchalant about it to other people, acts like it's not a big deal that he is basically funding every aspect of your life (or could do so, if you asked him to).

and when it's just the two of you? especially in all the expensive, secluded places he rents for you two when you go on vacation? he's got you over every piece of furniture, up against every wall and every window, not worrying about a damn thing. adores getting to tie you up, play around with your senses, manhandle you as he sees fit. you just go all pretty and pliant for him, trying your best to remember every rule he's set for you when you go into scenes (say please, say thank you, don't come or touch without permission, etc etc). he thinks it's cute when you accidentally break one of the rules and immediately start backtracking, gives him a chance to be like "i was making you feel too good, hm? so good you forgot to ask me first?" you always bite at your bottom lip, trying to get it to stop quivering, while tears fill your eyes before you eventually nod, knowing you can't deny it. he tuts and tells you that even if you're sorry, you'll have to take your punishment anyways just to show him you really are sorry.

and the aftercare? it's the best, especially after intense scenes. he'll lay in bed or on the couch with you for as long as you need him to, just holding you tightly because he doesn't want to leave you to come down alone. even when you've touched ground again, if you refuse to let him get up, he will (and has) carried you with him to the bathroom so he can run you a bath. doesn't let you lift a single finger, cleaning you up and pampering you with every expensive hygiene product you've ever even looked at. in complete contrast with his dom persona, he gets so excited and giggly when you let him pick out your pajamas after you get out and even more so when you let him help you put them on because your body still aches a little. he's more than happy to help you in any way he can because no matter what, you did so well for him and it's the only way he could ever really repay you for that.

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A Day of Breastfeeding

Thank you to this ask for the request of this one shot prompt

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(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

(I pray that this photo doesn't get my account in trouble again. It's an innocent photo with no real nudity shown.)

Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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your boyfriend,

venti edition !

pairing ; venti x reader

rating ; fluff , talks about intercourse .

warning ; mild nsfw, first time writing for venti ♡

- definitely the type to love resting his head on your breasts, Is it obvious he’s obsessed with them and your comfort? he's a little pervert so don’t be surprised if he suddenly approaches you from behind just to cup your breast and tell you how perfect they are. public or not he’ll let it be known that you're his.

- jealous easily! He'll get pouty and clingy to you when you say you're going out with a guy he happens to not trust. he’ll do everything in his power to make you stay and if that's toying with you and crashing his lips against yours, then so be it.

- public sex? yes please! he’ll be on you if you happen to be in a dark alley or corner. telling you how much he wants you and how long he's been waiting to devour you and show you exactly how much he does. if you happen to be innocently sitting on his lap, while he practices playing his liyure, the possibility of his cock buried deep inside you as you warm him up is highly likely.

- drunk venti is the best venti, he's so clingy and wants kisses, give them to him! He’ll beg you to allow him to place just a peck, with a “pretty please traveler?..” to add on to his pleading emerald eyes. horny. horny. horny. As soon as you get home he’ll be on you, placing the sweetest kiss on your shoulder blades as he made his way down, you stopped him telling he was drunk but he whined and thrusted his hard bulge into you, before falling to his side and passing out,,,you were completely lost at what had happened.

- hates coming home late, he’d beat himself up for missing out on such valuable time with you. If there was something venti was sure of time was precious and to be valued, which is why he made a whole tornado to get home faster-

- seeing you wounded ??? archons help you, this man will pamper you head to toe, no matter your complaints or assurances of being fine, he’ll never stop. He loves you and wants the absolute best for you.

- during sex ? hes sooo gentle, asking if your okay, soft thrusts and kisses on your body, careful not to leave a mark (like zhongli-)

- AFTER CARE !!! bathing together? Yes. Showers together? Yes. bringing you all you favorite snacks and foods ? YES!! this man will waste no time once the two of you finish, he’ll rush off to get you a towel to clean you up or carry you in arms to the bathroom to place you on the tub as he scrubs you clean, some snacks laid next to you as you finally lay in bed. a cold bottle of water as he cuddles into your side, tiny pecks on you as he tells you how amazing you were for him and how he loves and adores you so much and would spend eternity with you just to see that smile on your lips over and over again.

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Nobody really asked for this but uhhh... I kind of needed it 😶😇😂 Please excuse me for being self indulgent for this one time! ❤❤❤ But most of all, please enjoy! 😘

The Pillarmen (separate) with an s/o on their Period...

(Under the cut for length!)

(Warning! This contains content all surrounding a Woman's menstruation cycle and all the absolute joys that come with it 🙃 like: graphic descriptions of pain and blood, more blood and lots of blood. Viewer discretion advised! In other words, you have been warned...)

Kars:

• Chances are, Kars will always be long prepared for your periods monthly arrival.

• Even in the time when you were first getting to know each other, he picked up on your cycle patterns quickly.

• The first time you confided to him you were on your period he was prepared then too, pulling out a fresh pack of pads for you seemingly out of nowhere.

• The way you reacted, he'd swore he had just pulled a rabbit out of a hat.

• From then on he knows exactly when it will happen, he's done all the calculations and has the date marked on his desk calendar.

• When the day comes, he'll have a box of stuff already waiting for you by the bed; a hot waterbottle, some chocolate, pads/tampons, a bottle of Motrin, you name it.

• It's no surprise that even if you happen to be late or early he'll still be prepared; heck, he'll take one look at you and know.

• If you're cramping or feeling bloated and icky he knows some good teas to help you with that too.

• Kars is also prepared for the emotional and intensive side of things when you're undergoing your cycle.

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The door creaked open quietly, a tendril of light cutting through the dark as the wrapped head of Kars poked into the room, ruby eyes settling on the lumpy form quivering under the pile of blankets covering the bed.

He had heard you crying from the hallway one his way back to his Office.

The Pillarman's lips came together, however, he didn't hesitate for a moment as he stepped further into the room. "My dear," he spoke, approaching the bed. Your shaking form visibly tensed right up. It was obvious you hadn't even heard him come in. "Is your back giving you grief again?"

You had started just a day ago and of course things were carrying out as usual; cravings, back pain, nausea, all things he expected.

What he didn't expect was your answer, which was a wet sob, words muffled as the blankets moved; a shake of the head was his only coherent response.

He only frowned, the bed dipping with a low creak as he sat down on the very edge right at your back where you laid curled on on yourself under the covers.

"Your stomach then? You feel nauseous, is that it?" He pressed.

Another shake of the head, his sharp ears strained to hear the watery response from underneath the thick layer of blankets, leaving Kars with no choice but to finally peel away the barrier covers between you and him. Your very red and very wet face was finally revealed to him, your lips knotted and quivering as you sniffled.

Your state was only worrying him further, it was plainly obvious you had been crying for some time and on top of things, you weren't even looking at him.

There was an unmistakably guilty look to your watery expression.

"What is it then?" He asked, a huge hand plucking the stray hair from your soaked cheeks and eyes. "What's wrong? I need you to talk to me, dear."

His pressing only made the tears come much harder, his hands instinctively going to your back and rubbing softly.

"I'm sorry, Kars..." came the staccatic whimper.

He blinked twice, "For what?"

"I ruined the sheets!" You cried, hugging yourself tighter. "I... I laid down because--because my back was hurting again and I f-fell asleep and when I woke up it was just... all over the place!"

Your Husband listened to you quietly, suddenly coming to the realization that the bed had indeed been stripped of the sheets beneath the blankets; you were only laying (probably not very comfortably) on the thin white plastic mattress cover. His eyes drifted to the far corner of the room where the ruined fitted sheet and the thin matching over sheet had been simply balled up into a big lumpy wad and thrown there.

"You ruined your pants as well then," he hummed, remembering that you had been wearing a particular pair; your favourite fuzzy lounging pants with the stars on them.

A nod was his only response this time.

Kars let out a sigh, leaning down to lay his head on your shoulder. "Oh, my sunshine, it's alright. We have plenty of sheets, one ruined cover is nothing to me."

"I--"

"I know you didn't mean to." He cut you off, already knowing what you were going to say, his gentle ministrations unceasing. "It was an accident, I would not expect you to have control over something like this. These things happen. We can always get new sheets and buy you more pants and undergarments."

It relieved you to know he wasn't upset with you over this, or worse disgusted by the prospect of your mess, and you found yourself letting out a shakey breath you didn't know you had been holding.

The covers peeled away and you nearly yelped as you were suddenly hoisted into his arms, the Pillarman carrying you right out of the room without another word.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You squeaked, your confusion making the remainder of your tears ebb a little more.

"I'm taking you to get cleaned up." He answered without missing a beat. "No doubt you're probably still soiled, so you're going to take a nice hot shower. I'll leave you some fresh clothes and replace the sheets while you're in there and then we can crawl into bed and watch that program you like."

"I-- I thought you had work to do tonight." You said, watching him owl eyed as he set you down gently on the toilet and began to putter around the bathroom, pulling towels down from the cupboard and turning the shower on.

He hummed, "Oh, my work can wait until the morrow. My duties as your Mate come first, you know."

You felt a quivering smile tugging at your lips as he peered over his shoulder with a soft smile, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Kars was undoubtedly the only one in your life who could sweep up the shattered remains of a problem and fabricate it into something treasured.

He was the only one who made a this week out of every month truly bearable.

Esidisi:

• Growing up, Esidisi had been around the Women of his tribe and his Family a lot.

• He's definitely prepared for something like this and even upon first getting to know him, you could talk to him openly about it.

• These kinds of things don't faze him in the slightest; you're a Woman and as long as you're healthy there was no issue.

• Esidisi will almost always be able to tell whenever your monthly cycle is approaching, being an intuitive man and all.

• He knows your behaviors and habits and he can easily spot your telltale signs leading to your period, like: any erratic sleep patterns, a shift in your overall mood, your eating habits taking a sudden change, any ofd facial acne popping up, etc.

• He'll definitely be prepared for the day it does hit because he makes sure to go out and do all the necessary shopping prior.

• When your period does hit, it basically hits both of you.

• If you get emotional, he gets emotional; when you're in pain, he's in pain.

• Half of the ordeal might just consist of both of you crying and holding each other.

• The other half of it consists of him doing his very best to help you feel better and alleviate any discomfort you happen to feel.

• However... his methods in doing so are very unconventional.

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You did your very best to lay still as the calloused pad of a thumb swiped along bare skin, just under your navel, where you lay; leaving not only a trail of paint but a ticklish sensation that nearly made you giggle.

However, it was easy not to laugh while feeling nothing but waves of uncertainty and mild irritation rolling over you amidst all this.

The deep timber of Esidisi's voice thrumming out the tones of a mantra in some language you couldn't identify did little to comfort you as you laid there before him on the bed. You were dressed only in your underclothes and already painted with several other sigils along your body as he finished the one directly over your womb.

The room was dark, save for the light of two candles, one at each bedside table, allowing you to see him partially where he stood over you in the shadows.

His eyes, normally two sapphires glimmering, shined like rubies in the dark; animalistic and a reminder that he was something indeed inhuman.

You weren't really one to believe in rituals, especially not while you had some Motrin in a bottle downstairs that would fix up your prediciment just fine, but your Husband insisted on this instead.

You were starting to regret telling him you were still cramping with every sigil he drew and every stone and flower placed particularly around and over you.

"Esidisi," You whined. "Is this really necessary?"

The Pillarman's rythmic chanting fell to an abrupt halt at your words, his eyes fell on you incredulously.

"Of course this is necessary!" He cried. "You want the pain to stop, don't you?"

You grimaced, "Well, yes, but I just think this is..." teeth dug hard into your lower lip as your Mates brow came together, full lips twisting and arms folding over his chest as his gaze burned holes into you, awaiting the end to that sentence.

What could you possibly say that wouldn't hurt his feelings?

That is was a bunch of hoo-hah?

That he didn't know what he was doing or how a Women's body worked?

That the ancient medicine of his people that he was still using was something long outgrown in today's society?

That it most definitely wouldn't work and it was a waste of time?

"This is, what?" He pressed, chin raising as his foot began to tap quietly on the floor.

You could feel sweat sticking uncomfortably to your skin, or perhaps that was just you suddenly becoming increasingly aware of the feeling of the oil on your body he had slathered you with prior, as you fumbled to finish.

"Er... that is is... a little.... much?"

A bare brow cocked as he echoed you. "Much?"

"Well, I mean, you've painted at least 13 symbols on me now and you've smudged the air with so much sage my head hurts and the crystals and the flowers and... just the whole shebang here..." your hand went up to guesture to everything that was laid out, things both on you and on him.

His attire was something close to ridiculous in your eyes; he was even more naked than usual! Dressed in nothing but feathers covering his nether region and his usual hat, he stood before you covered in swirls of orange paint all along his body rather than just his cheeks.

"Isn't this just a little much?" You asked, unable to stop the frown from tugging on your lips.

Esidisi blinked owlishly, "Well, how else am I supposed to banish the evil spirits from your uterus and alleviate your pain?"

It had greatly surprised (and upset) him to find that the medicines and practices he was weaned on as a child had faded away into non-existence along with the name of his people.

Apart from Kars, who had taken to (ugh) more "modern" practices with those placebos and chemicals made in labratories, there didn't seem to be a soul out there who knew how to properly do these things!

Esidisi wasn't going to let you suffer or be harmed in any way shape or form, not when he knew how to stop it. He had learned early on how to cleanse the womb and heal it of any harmful curses or diseases that would happen to plague you. His Grandmother had been the one who had taught him and he had spent his youth putting them to much practice.

If you thought that this was much, you were definitely going to be in for a surprise for when you became pregnant one day; he planned to preform regular hour long sessions daily then.

You couldn't stop yourself from sighing, a hand reaching up to give a light slap to your cheek as you groaned.

You would just have to explain to him what really caused all the pain of menstruation. "Honey, there's no evil spirits--"

A finger pressed to your lips, stalling anymore words from falling from them. "Shh, beloved. You mustn't keep disrupting the ritual." The man chided softly, leaning down to press a dotting kiss to your brow as he swiped the final line of paint over it. "Now just lay there and let me handle this. Trust me, you'll feel better in no time."

Your lips turned downward as you watched him step back to fetch his singing bowl, sighing softly to yourself as you adjusted the bouquet of herbs and flowers that he had pushed into your hands.

It was hard to get comfortable when you could feel the mint leaves he had scattered in your hair scratching against your scalp and the orange peeling he had stuffed it on your bra was an entirely different matter all together.

You supposed that somehow it could've been worse and you had to be content that this was relatively harmless all in all.

At least the hollow ring of the singing bowl and the continuation of his mantra would put you to sleep while he carried out the rest of this ritual...

Wamuu:

• Admittedly, Wamuu knew very little on the concept of Women and their monthly cycles; until you came along into his life that was.

• He knew how it worked of course and that it indeed happened but embarrassingly, he had sort of... forgotten about it in a way.

• Really, you supposed you couldn't blame him. This wasn't exactly something that was part of his everyday life, growing up with only 3 other Males the majority of it.

• The first time he happened to smell blood off you, it sent him into a panic and he immediately thought that you were hiding an injury from him; demanding to know where it was so he could treat it.

• Embarrassed, you tried to be discreet and prod him gently in the direction of what was happening. However, every code word for it just seemed to fly over his head; inevitably confusing him further.

• "It's high tide." "What? Beloved, we do not live by the ocean." "Er... the blood moon has risen?" "The blood moon isn't supposed to appear for another few months. And it is daytime, beloved." "Uhh... It's shark week?" "Why are you talking about a T.V. program at a time like this?"

• Finally, after a long, LONG session of going back and forth like that, you had no choice but to scream that you were on your period.

• Wamuu's beat red face and his impossibly huge eyes will be an image forever burned into your brain.

• After that, even though he wasn't exactly an expert on such matters, Wamuu did his best to at least be attentive to your needs.

• He does his best to understand your patterns and the entirety of what exactly you go through.

• He's always checking in on you every so often, sheepishly asking if you're feeling ok or if you need anything.

• Just say the word and He'll get you pads or food or water, perhaps even a distraction like a movie...

☆

The wet sounds of sniffling hitting his eardrums was what caused Wamuu to be roused from his deep and comfortable sleep, the Warrior blinking in the dark of the room and instinctively raising his head to locate the source.

"Beloved," He breathed, eyes falling onto your form. You were also awake, your back to him and sitting on the edge of the bed, curled in on yourself. His lips fell into a frown as you continued to sniffle, now trying to stiffle the sound upon realizing that he too was awake now.

Wamuu slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, "what's wrong? Why are you awake?"

It was still the dead of night, just a little past 1AM, he couldn't think of a reason for you to be awake and crying other than the possibility of you having a nightmare.

" 's nothing..." you hiccuped, scrubbing your eye. "Go back to sleep."

His frown only deepened, scooting across the bed to get closer to you. "No. What is it? What has you so upset?" He pressed, an arm encircling around your quivering form. "Did you have a nightmare?"

A particularly harsh sob cut through you as you shook your head, burying your face in your hands as if trying to hide from him, "No! Go back to sleep!"

Chartreuse eyes softened considerably, the massive man only hugging you closer to his body as he chose to press further.

"If it's not a nightmare than what is it?"

"Oh, you'll laugh!" came the moan.

"I will not laugh." He replied, quite matter of factly.

"You'll--... You'll be angry!"

His brow knitted together sternly, one huge and warm hand wrapping around your much smaller one, uncaring of the fact it was wet with tears.

"I will not be angry. Please, just tell me why you are awake and crying, my love."

You fell silent, save for the staccato of your hiccupped breaths, Wamuu waited with all the patience in the world.

"I--" you paused, swallowing thickly. Your expression contorted in an almost painful manor, a hand slamming over your eyes as you only began to sob harder than before. "--I want... CHICKEN NUGGETS!"

The Pillarman blinked in surprise, that confession had completely taken him off guard. You were crying over food of all things? At 1 o'clock in the morning?

Realization washed over him, making him frown deeper for only a second as he suddenly remembered the fact that you had started your monthly menstrual cycle yesterday evening.

You must've woken up craving and hurting, of course those things would drive you to cry helplessly like so.

If anything, the Warrior was relieved it was nothing serious.

Wamuu smiled softly, only hugging you tighter to him. "Will chicken nuggets get you to stop crying?" He asked softly, carding his fingers gently through your awry bed-head hair.

You coughed, sniffling as your whimpered response rose up from your throat painfully. "Yeah,"

He nodded, "Alright. How many do you want and what kind?"

You sniffed a few times, managing to calm down enough to tell him what would suffice enough to satisfy your hankering. Wamuu pulled on a simple hoodie and some pants as you talked, he even asked you if you wanted to come with him but you declined, not really in the mood to go very far.

He put the Television on for you, turning it on to a program and kissed your head, telling you he'd be back with an order of nuggets, a drink you liked and perhaps something sweet to enjoy after.

You felt guilty for troubling him with something like this, it was even worse that it was at an ungodly hour in the morning but Wamuu didn't care about those things, what mattered to him was your comfort, your happiness and your needs met...

Santana:

• Much like Wamuu, Santana isn't very much educated on the subject of menstruation and your cycles when first getting to know you.

• However, he could tell immediately that something was happening to you even before your cycle started.

• He mentioned that you had a stronger smell to him, like your hormones were given a signifigant boost. He claimed he could also see that you looked a little softer somehow.

• After sitting him down (a little embarrassed) and explaining to him what was going to happen soon, the dots connected for him and he understood.

• You were his Mate afterall and he followed his natural instincts to care and provide for you.

• He doesn't really like letting you out of his sight when it does happen, preferring to keep you close to him and he'll help you out in any way you need.

• You have to be specific with him though. If you send him to the store telling him that you need tampons, he might just come back with the entire isle of boxes in tow.

• This whole thing is always a learning experience to him, even though he can't undergo the same thing he does his best to understand and at least be attentive.

☆

"Oh c'mon..." you groaned, practically begging now as you curled in on yourself on the bed. "Kick in already!"

You had taken that Motrin over 10 minutes ago and still nothing was happening, your back was still aching and your stomach was cramping.

It was impossible for you to move now, you had laid down and there was no way in Hell you were going to get up again until all the pain was gone.

However, you were very much regretting not having the foresight to grab your heating pad on the way here, at least with that it would make it bearable but alas, it was all the way downstairs.

You couldn't even get up without fear of fainting or worse; ruining your pants.

Another wave of nausea shot through your gut, curling up in an icky tendril to your throat straight from the pit of your hurting stomach. All you could do was try to breathe; breathe, ride out the pain, hope it would be over soon and try not to vomit because of it.

A litany of begging was now falling through your lips like a prayer, pleading for anyone or anything listening to make it stop. Tears were beading at the corners of your eyes threatening to fall as your spine felt like it was being twisted, rung out like one would a wet rag.

"Please, please, please stop." You grit, hands turning to fists. "Please, please make it stop."

Little did you know your pleas didn't go unheard.

Santana watched you from the doorway where you couldn't see him, peering in with a thoughtful frown and a tilt of his head. Each quiet moan and whimper made his hands instinctively grip the door tighter, fingers digging harshly into the wood.

You were having a hard time. You were in a lot of pain and he hated to see you as such.

With only a moments thought, the Pillarman knew what he had to do, taking off quickly down the stairs; his feet barely making a sound on the steps.

Your back was hurting, he could see it in the way you kept trying to roll onto it. You used a strange device to help, one that emanated heat with a click of a button. His eyes scanned the living room for the familiar blue fabric with the white chord.

He snatched it off the couch, tucking it under his arm as he went into the kitchen next, finding himself opening and closing cupboards and doors without really knowing what he was looking for this time.

You had already taken one of those pills and he was certain you said something before about having to wait a couple of hours before you took another so that was out of the question.

The bright colours of your waterbottle sitting all by itself on the kitchen counter caught his eye. He didn't know how long you would be up there resting so maybe it was best to put it by your bedside for when you needed it. He also grabbed a couple of snacks from the cupboard, simple wrapped treats you enjoyed here and there.

He put the bottle under the tap, making sure to only stop until it was filled right under the brim with cold water.

Water... hot water. The red-head blinked, humming softly to himself as the gears turned in his head.

Your stomach had been obviously giving you grief as well, it didn't go unnoticed by him that you were clutching it; trying to curl in on yourself. You had something you used to help that too, he had seen you fill it up a few times before.

Waterbottle and heating pad under arm and snacks clutched to his chest, he went back upstairs. He went right past your room and straight into the bathroom, prying open the closet and digging around for the strange rubbery sack he could clearly see in his memories.

He pulled it out triumphantly, the object limp in his grasp like a pelt as he turned on the tap. He waited until the water was hot enough to make steam rise up from the sink before plunging it under to fill and corking it.

His arms now completely full, he shuffled back to your room with the goods; pleased his little scavenger hunt was successful.

There you lay, right where he had left you; from the look of it you definitely hadn't improved.

You were so consumed with your own discomfort you didn't even hear him or see him.

Santana approached the bed quietly, setting the waterbottles (both hot and cold) down on the nighttable with the snacks before fumbling with the heating pad, plugging it into the wall.

The massive hand being laid on your side startled you somewhat, eyes popping open with a shudder before being greeted with the sight of your one and only Mate standing over you at the bedside with a frown.

"Roll over." Came the quiet command, his hand pushing you further onto your side and slipping something familiar underneath you before easing you onto your back again.

"Santana, wha--" was all you could manage out.

Santana clicked it onto the medium setting, reaching for the hot-waterbottle next and holding it up for you to see. He draped the wiggly rubber sack over your stomach, an audible "bloop!" sounding from inside as your arms instinctively curled around it with a sigh; already relishing in its warmth.

The bed dipped as he crawled in next to you, the Pillarmen kindly pulling the blankets up around you both as he curled into your side protectively.

You could feel the heat seeping slowly into your back, the pain starting to ebb somewhat and the heated weight over your stomach was soothing; it all left you near to deliriously blissful.

You realized belatedly that he had brought you all of these things without you even having to ask, you turned your head with a sleepy smile, meeting the gaze of the red-head. He was so sweet you swore at times your heart would melt.

A hand reached up to tangle in his mane of wild hair, "Thank you, honey..."

The Pillarman nuzzled into your neck, almost purring at the gentle touch. He had made you better and that was enough to leave him content for now.

"I will always take care of you, my Mate..." he murmured, smiling softly as you closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep. It wasn't long after that he did the very same...

[mlm-mod-taka]

HI IM BACK CHECKING UR ACCOUNT !! i noticed ur requests are open so i would like to request kiibo taking care of their sick s/o headcanons, maybe they have a high fever because they got caught in the rain </3 gender neutral reader pls, thank u sm !!!! <33

TAKING CARE OF A SICK S/O • k1bo x gn reader

hello, cheo! its so nice to see you requesting again. i was actually sick a few weeks ago, so i was going through a fever before, and how i felt during it is still fresh in my memory. i do hope its accurate and enjoyable enough!

tws/cws: mentions of sickness.

|| -> mod taka <3

immediately knows when you're sick, so don't bother trying to hide it from him. his censors immediately does a body scan whenever he sees someone, so he picks up on your higher body temperature.

the moment he notices, he's picking you up and carrying you to bed, insisting you get some rest so you can get better faster. its no use arguing with him, he can and will drag you to sleep.

absolutely babies you for the next few days. refuses to let you do anything more than hold a cup, and when you do need something to get done, he'll do it for you instead.

talks the teachers into letting you skip the next few days. he also asks if he can be absent as well, since he wants to be your care taker while you're ill. because k1bo is very good at logical debate, his teachers can't make any good arguments to deny his requests. basically, he's allowed to stay with you at home!

he has a lot of special features to help make this experience more easy for the both of you. he can easily take your temperature in less than a second, he can also single out what meal would benefit your state the most and make you heal faster, as well as always being ready to put a new damp towel on your forehead.

is willing to shower you so that you don't get too tired in the bathroom, but he understands if you don't want him to. instead, he makes sure to leave you a towel and a clean pair of clothes on your bed.

does all of your household chores for you while he's staying at your place. he can't have any mess laying around, that might weaken your immune system if you breathe it in! expect him to be cleaning profusely every time he's not pampering you.

knows how to cook! since he's a robot and a big part of making good food is timing things right, he's quite good. has an internal timer in his body, so he can always do things at the perfect second.

the only down side is that you cant convince or bribe your way out of eating all of his healthy food. if you don't like vegetables or soup, then maybe think twice before deciding that this man should be your care taker.

makes sure to ask his classmates for any of the homework that you missed, and tries his best to keep you up to speed with the lessons that were taught in school. this is so you won't be stressed trying to catch up when you get better.

once you get better, the first thing he does is give you a lecture to teach you the importance of always having an umbrella on you. while he does love babying you, what he doesnt love is seeing you sick in bed.

forces you to carry a foldable umbrella everywhere after that experience, and carries an extra one inside one of his body compartments whenever you forget.

is just looking out for your health and well being. knowing that the person he loves most is doing okay is one of the things that helps him sleep at night, so he makes sure to keep you as safe and uninjured as he can.

[evanstanimagines]

Sing sexy to me!

POV- You’re finally alone with Chris and he’s all you want. He makes you work for it though or should I say sing!

Warnings; swearing, mentions of sex

Pairings; Y/N X Chris Evans

You finally have a weekend alone with Chris, it's been months since you both had time off together.

Chris wanted to do outdoorsy shit with you, go on walks, talk 'reconnect' he called it. It was a sweet idea but the only thing on your mind was jumping his bones at every given opportunity. You see you'd spent the holidays in Boston with his family so any 'alone time' was disturbed by Scott, who by the way found it hilarious any time he interrupted anything, his mom yelling about food being ready or one of his nephews barging in asking why you guys were always trying to wrestle! Before that your schedules were so separate that you barely saw each other so yeah bones were getting jumped this weekend!

Chris woke you up at 7am Saturday morning too bright and cheery for that time "Y/N come on wake up please, I've been up for hours. I wanna do stuff"

Rolling over to look at him leaning against the door frame dressed in jeans and that damn cable knit sweater looking sexy as all hell you replied "yeah I wanna do stuff too, but my stuff doesn't require that many clothes"

He rolled his eyes at you smirking as he turned to walk away "get up, put on some clothes and get your butt down stairs I made coffee. We're goin out." he yelled behind him as he walked down the hall.

You groaned as you swung your legs off the bed and stretched your tired limbs "FINE...I'M UP" as you made your way to the bathroom to shower you had a thought. You knew just what to do to get your own way, you couldn't walk around in sexy lingerie that was too obvious, wiggling your butt and bending over seductively wouldn't do it either. No you had to be smart, and fun with it too Chris liked it when you we're funny. Your humour probably turned him on more.

He's such a dork.

You got dressed and headed to the kitchen following the scent of the coffee he promised. Walking around the island to the coffee machine you quietly sang to yourself  "let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me..."

"What are you singing right now?" he asked looking confused

You turned with your coffee cup in hand, looked him dead the eye, took a sip and continued  "...let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be, let's talk about sex." Your eyes not moving from his.

"Is that the only thing on your mind right now?" asked Chris with another roll of his eyes and that fucking smirk on his handsome face again.

"Pretty much!" you declared approaching him. He stood from his stool at the breakfast bar ruffled your hair and announced "Well think about something else for a while, I'll be in the car.” You could hear him chuckling all the way to the front door.

You slammed your cup down on the side grabbed your purse and followed him to the car "I hate you!" you declared as you got in. "What torture you got planned for me today then?"

He turned to look at you and laughed "Torture, really? I'm taking you for breakfast then we're gonna go for a little walk spend some quality time together, is that okay with you little miss horny pants?"

You huffed, returned his laugh and replied "I guess. But when we get back we can...." he raised his hand cutting you off mid sentence "I swear if you say one more thing about sex my pants are staying on for the whole weekend."

"The whole weekend?" you asked raising your eyebrows "that's kinda gross" you grimaced. Chris shook his head as he pulled out of the driveway. You ate breakfast at this cute little diner you guys used to go to when you'd just started dating it was really sweet actually, holding hands across the table stealing cute little glances at each other. As you headed back to the car humming a little tune Chris grabbed your hand stopping you in your tracks "Y/N...what are you singing now?" he asked.

"Baaaby I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin' and baaaby I can't hold it much longer, it's getting stronger and stronger when I get that feeling I want sexual healing sexual healing oh baby." with a sigh he said  "Nope"  dropped your hand and walked away. Glued to the spot your jaw on the floor you watched him walk away "DAMN IT!"

When you arrived back home from your walk you headed up stairs to change your clothes, you opted for some super short shorts and an oversized off the shoulder t-shirt maybe the shorts would make him think twice, you knew he loved your ass in them. You went straight to the kitchen to make lunch while Chris plonked himself on the sofa to pick a movie for you both. Okay let's try this again you thought "So we'll piss off the neighbours, in the place that feels the tears the place to lose your fears, yeah reckless behaviour, a place that is so pure so dirty and raw in the bed all day, bed all day bed all day, fucking and fighting on it's our paradise and it's our warzone" you belted out loud enough for him to hear from the other room. As you entered the living room you saw him roll his damn eyes again as he stated "well you pissed the neighbours off for sure".  

 "Damn it Chris just do me already" you whined he just shook his head at you and hit play on the movie.

This wasn't working quite as quickly as you’d hoped. It was time to step things up a notch, bring out the big guns "If you're horny let's do it, ride it, my pony, my saddles waiting come and jump on it!" you sang as you sauntered in to the kitchen where Chris was doing the dishes, he didn't even stop what he was doing as he replied "that one doesn't work, you don't have the right..." he paused "...equipment”

It took you a moment to get what he was saying when you did you stamped your feet turned on your heel and stalked out of the room.

It was later in the afternoon when you found Chris is his office sitting at the computer when your next song idea came to you "I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it, sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of it, sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me." 

 "ooh kinky." Was all he said as he looked up at you from his chair.

"I will get what I want Evans...you'll see." You said slamming the office door behind you.

I'm not giving up you thought to yourself as you entered your bedroom. Picking up your phone you opened the music app and connected it to the speakers in every room of the house, scrolling until you found the perfect song. Pressing play you lay down on your bed and thought this is the one, he'll have to come find me now. You sang along to the song "Can you stay up all night, fuck me till the daylight 34-35" your phone buzzed with a text in your hand making the volume lower in the house  "'you don't even like to do that'" it read you huffed and tapped out a reply "'I'll take what I can get right now'" and hit send.

Later that night you'd all but given up on your quest to sing Chris into sex when one final tune popped into your head as you we're finishing up cleaning from dinner. No subtlety this time, no dancing around the idea. You found him in the bedroom changing into his comfy’s for the night, walked right up to him, looked him in the eyes and sang "I've been really tryin' baby, tryna hold back this feeling for so long, and if you feel like I feel baby, then come on, oh come on ooh let's get it on" Chris took a deep breath, his fingers on the button of his jeans and said "Fine, you win" he picked you up, laughing and carried you over to the bed.

"Don't ever make me work that hard for sex again" you warned.

He kissed you, threw you on the bed and said "Oh baby, you don't have to work at all right now"

Songs used; Let’s talk about sex by Salt N Peppa

                     sexual healing by Marvin Gaye

                     Pillowtalk by Zayn

                     Pony by Ginuwine

                     S & M by Rihanna

                     34-35 by Ariana Grande

                     Let’s get it on by Marvin Gaye