#it was a goos experiment though!

[bismuthburnsblue]

dress research still going strong, heres todays thoughts-

i am pretty heavily leaning towards the robe a la francaise as my base dress. first, its quintessentially 18th century in a way im not sure the l'anglaise quite comes across as, and i can find way more reference images of the exact details i desire for the french gown than the english. the english seems to lean more towards a closed front, which im not looking for in my design, and generally??? seems to be later in the century. while im not pinning myself anywhere in particular, the fact that the francaise seems to have developed first, and had a much longer life, are definitely things to consider.

the other thing im noticing about the l'anglaise is that it leans a bit more towards bum roll territory. not completely, but im seeing more examples with that kind of shaping, more backwards volume than sideways. im not sure im explaining that right, but theres definitely a vibe (my completely unsupported theory is that the watteau pleats negate the need for any shaping back there by adding backwards volume as a cape, while without them it feels like it needs a little more going on)

i think the most important thing for me and my needs though, is that francaise are inherently size adjustable. you technically get some leeway with all stomacher dresses, as the act of pinning something in place will give you choice of width, but in the french dress the lining is also split under the back pleats. its tied together, letting you adjust it as much as you need for that particular wear. this sounds GREAT to me since this dress is intended for cosplay, i love extra size flexibility without compromising the original vision.

i still feel like i have a ton of research left to do, i have many more extant dresses to stare at before i make my decision, but this is where my next step of research has left me.

i think next i want to focus in on the under layers, as ill need to get that all sorted before i can truly start the actual dress. i have a stays pattern i think will work, theres even a project idea can blend into this costume, and im feeling 75% confident about my pocket hoop plans (most of my issues are around "what the fuck am i boning them with?"), so im feeling good about this!

[bunnis-monsters]

Silly the clown has been a bit annoying today.

Since it’s April 1st, the clown has decided pranking you every chance he got was his top priority.

Already, you’ve been jumpscared, tricked, and teased. If he asked you to smell a flower just to get water sprayed in your face one more time, you’d lose it!

Fortunately, you had an idea on how to get him back.

As the day went on, you slowly dropped hints that you were feeling hot and bothered. You left a pair of your used panties in the hamper, knowing your scent would get him in the mood.

By the time he was done playing pranks, Silly was ready to play something else.

“Got all pretty for me, hmm?”

You were waiting in the bedroom, in a set of lacy lingerie. “Mhm. Stop playing around and come here…”

The clown entity stepped forward, and suddenly chains made of light shot out of the ground, wrapping around his body. His eyes widened, and he struggled against his restraints before looking up at you.

“You’ve been teasing and pranking me all day. I hope you’re ready for your punishment, it’s payback time.”

Silly wasn’t just a clown, he was an unwieldy being confined to the amusement park. It took a long time for you to find a way to restrain him, but you did.

Originally, it was going to be only for emergencies, but you couldn’t help yourself.

As he growled and stretched, his form flickering between the clown and his true self, you slowly lowered your body down and settled onto his lap.

He was already hard, his inhuman cock bulging against his pants. You rubbed yourself against him, listening to the strangled moans he let out.

“F-fuck, when I’m out of these chains I swear to god-“

You silenced him with a kiss. “Hush, just enjoy your punishment.”

His eyes stayed on your plump hips as you slipped your panties to the side, letting his tentacle-like cock slither into you.

But you stayed completely still, cooing and teasing him as he begged for you to ride him. “F-fuck, please, just a little… move, damn it!”

He bucked his hips up, and you helped as he started fucking into you. Silly was a lot stronger than you though, easily able to hold your weight against him as he kept you steady with the upwards thrust of his hips.

“That’s my girl, fuck…”

It seemed being restrained was a new, yet pleasant experience for him. Being mostly powerless against you was pretty hot, because you easily lifted yourself up and off of his cock, instead stroking it in your hand.

Silly whimpered, wanting so desperately to be inside of you instead… but this was a punishment, and he was lucky you were letting him get off at all.

Sticky goo spurted out onto your chest and face, and you pouted. “Come on, clean this up…”

His cheeks reddened, but he leaned forward and licked your cheek, then moved to sucking and lapping at your breasts.

You were about to tease him some more, but the sound of something cracking made you pause. The chains were fading and chipping away much faster than they were supposed to!

Before you could even think, you were being pinned to the ground, your cunt stuffed full of his cock and being stretched out more than usual as Silly’s face shifted.

“You thought those chains could hold a creature like me for long? I’ve been alive since the beginning of time, I outdate them.”

Your stomach bulged, his cock swelling up inside of you.

“I think you were right, love. It’s time for a little payback.”

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[syrenqin]

How much more? ~ Sylus

warnings: smut, f!MC

It was ceremonious for Sylus to initiate most of the sexual encounters you'd have with him on the daily. It would range anywhere from his rough hand groping the flesh of your thigh, a flick to your clothed pussy while you were lounging on the couch, to his hand accidentally snaking up your chest and encircling your neck. You almost always obliged and gave in to his irresistibly lusted and hungry form. Every once in a while, though, you'd be frustrated beyond belief. It could be a minor streak of bad luck that day. Or maybe your boss stole credit for your work that day. Or maybe you had an argument with an impossible family member. It would become too much after bottling these emotions for a while, and you'd just want someone to steal away all of your problems from you.

You unlock the door to your apartment and enter with a sigh, Sylus immediately noticing and approaching you from the kitchen.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" He strokes your warm cheek and tilts his head, trying to read your tired, agitated expression.

"I just- It's-" you groan and furrow your brows, unable to put your emotions into words.

So when he says "Don't worry baby. I'll deal with it." giving you his signature slight smirk, you feel the weight burdening your shoulders simply fall off. In its stead, something feral is born inside you, and you know it's going to be a long night on your terms this time.

Sylus lets his head fall back onto the plush pillow as your moans mix with his exhausted grunts. His muscular, sculpted chest rises and falls with each deep breath he takes, his hands barely able to hold on to the flesh of your hips any longer. You press your hands on to his defined abs eagerly, trying to angle yourself better so you roll your pelvis onto him, making his cock dance inside you.

"Feel good, baby?" you ask him, cupping his cheeks and relishing his fucked out look. With a hiss, he shoots his seed inside you, painting your walls with cream, adding to the miniature white pool that's already forming inside you.

It's his fifth time now.

"I, sweetie, I can't-"

"One more, please?" you pout, placing a sinister kiss on his drying lips and providing them with some moisture by tracing them with your tongue.

He looks at you as if he can't believe he's hearing things right.

"One more, just one more baby? For me?"

He doesn't say anything but knits his brows together, repositioning himself to lay flat on the bed, with you still on top of him. You attempt to get off to experiment with a new position, but you find your precious pool of his and your combined slick gushing out of you and splattering across his abs like lotion. The sight makes you scramble to pick it up.

"Noo!!" you frown, leaning down coyly to scoop it into your mouth with your tongue. You give Sylus a five-minute break to regain his vigor while you play with his cum on his tummy, dabbing it, blowing bubbles wth it. When you make eye contact with him, you grin a toothy smile, showing off the white goo covering your teeth. He looks like he's about to pass out.

"Don't sleep, Sy." You say suddenly, grabbing his semi-hard cock and making him jerk awake.

His cock was your most favorite pacifier in the world. You needed it in your mouth at all times, sucking on it like a lollipop, like a straw for his milky fluid.

"Mmmm..." you moan knowingly, sending pulsating vibrations down his length which only make him squirm with overstimulation.

You trace a fingernail along the large vein running down his inner thigh while you suckle and make out with the tip of his cock, adding pressure on the slit with your tongue and gauging his reaction. He still seems out of it. You then descend lower and take one of his balls into your mouth, and then add the other one too, looking up again to see his cock twitch and slam itself against his belly.

"That works" you think to yourself, suckling on his nuts while flicking the tip of his dick with your finger.

It takes him barely 30 seconds to let out a deranged sigh and shoot a small load onto your forehead.

He's at his limit, surely.

You swipe the liquid off your forehead and stick your finger in your mouth, tasting the saltiness yet again. You are already massaging his soft dick yet again.

"You have one more in you... just one more? last one, please?" you coo at him and this time his eyes fly wide open. "How much more?"

"Last one, pretty please, Sy." you plead.

"You said that the last two times."

"Just one more, you can do it." you beg him, gliding your slimy pussy lips along his hardening cock. "One more, c'mon big boy."

Sylus plops back down on the mattress and lets you rub out your own orgasm on him, his dick now slimed up well with your slick. He doesn't burst with liquid this time when the dick pulsates and comes to a stop, slowly shrinking in size. His balls have been sucked dry and there is no more seed of life for you to harvest.

"....one more?"

Sylus takes the blanket from underneath you and wraps himself tightly in it, closing off access to him.

"I was kidding~~!" you tease him, climbing off of him and joining him on the bed beside him, making him the little spoon for once.

Sylus, the nocturnal creature falls asleep and doesn't wake up until 2 PM the next day, while you cook him a nutritious breakfast for maybe.. one more round later in the night?

;)

[birdyisthewordyy]

Hello!!! I've been reading your MW posts lately and I honestly love the way you write. I was wondering if I could make a request on how the crew would react if they received a random tickle attack.

(preferably by the reader)

a/n: hello nonny!! This is sooo sweet thank you so much :D always glad to make people happy with my work!!

Tulpar crew reacting to receiving a random tickle attack

Curly

Let’s be honest

He would be the one tickling you probably

But on the rare occasion you catch him off guard he will bust out laughing

Has the deepest manliest laugh too

Like you’re lowkey giving him goo goo eyes because of how beautiful he sounds

“You little ratbag!!”

Chases you around

The other crew members are like ???

Why are they giggling and chasing each other like little kids

Definitely gets you back

And shows no mercy either

You were weak…

But he will not be

You’re crying by the end of it

Don’t mess with the Curly monster

Jimmy

Oh god

If you can even touch him it’s a good day

Let alone tickle this man

If you by some miracle manage to spring a tickle attack on him he’ll be disgusted let’s be real

“The fuck are you doing? Quit it!!”

He’s actually extremely ticklish though

Has an evil villain laugh

Straight up like “muahahaha”

Hearing him laugh extended your lifespan by 20 years though

Truly healing experience

He will punch you to get you off of him

“Fuck off. Don’t do that again.”

Finds himself smiling after though

He’s not sure why

He hated that

Or did he…..

Daisuke

You and Daisuke already prank each other all the time

You are constantly getting into mischief with each other

So of course you hit him with a tickle attack

Has the goofiest laugh

“HeheheHAUGH HAUGH HAUGH”

Begs for mercy dramatically

You barely even did anything

Extremely ticklish

He will also get you back

Has one of those long sticks with the finger on it

Pokes you with it

Also loves to tickle you just randomly in general

He thinks your laugh is adorable

If you’re not ticklish he’ll still try

He is a man on a mission

Swansea

Swansea?

Ticklish?

Maybe when he was like 20

This old man is too tired to giggle at your antics

“Kid I lost all feeling in my neck when I was 40”

“Then how are you standing?”

“…shut up.”

He will eventually crack and let out a chuckle

Not because it tickles

Because your earnest efforts are cute

Pats your head

“Go run along and do something else, yeah?”

Doesn’t get you back but thinks about it

He likes your laugh a lot

Anya

Please god do not spring it on her

She will scream in terror

If done right she will giggle

And she also has a very funny giggle

Penny from that one scene in TAWOG

Reminds her of when she was a little kid

Used to love being tickled

Would ask her parents to tickle her all the time

She doesn’t want to get you back because “that’d be mean”

She understands other people don’t like it most of the time

Bonus she loves your jokes

Bad jokes in general just make her laugh

“If you can make her laugh and giggle, you can make that booty shake and jiggle”

“HEEEEEELP”

She says help out loud

Me too girl me too

[seellove]

Try Something New // sukuna x female reader

Masterlist

// (2.7k words) // Explicit - 18+

\|/ AO3

You read about something new while your boyfriend Sukuna was gone on a mission. He gets back and you share your discovery of cockwarming with him, which he eagerly agrees to try. You both are 19 and fourth years at Tokyo Jujutsu high.

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are Jujutsu Sorcerers in a JJK AU, established relationship, explicit smut

Your boyfriend Sukuna has been away on a mission for a week which leaves you plenty of time to peruse the internet in boredom in the evenings after school at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Often you end up reading some story or thread where you learn about something sexual that you will ask him to try and recreate with you. Sukuna was your first partner you were sexual with, and even though he’d had many other experiences before you, he’s always excited to try things with you and a lot of the time it’s new for him too.

This one seemed weird when you first read about it, but the more you thought about it, the more excited you were to ask Sukuna to partake. He never would say no and was always willing to try anything if it involved you getting you naked and you playing with his cock in some way shape or form.

Cockwarming. The thought of him pressed up against you while his thick member was nestled deep inside of you was all you could think about after it popped up on your feed. The following days had been excruciating as you craved this newfound activity, daydreaming about how it would feel edging him to within an inch of his life while his fat tip is pressed against your sweet spot. 

Suddenly there was a familiar knock on your dorm room door, the pattern was the one Sukuna used whenever he was stopping by. He must have just gotten back!

Your heart flutters in your chest as you leap out of bed, crossing the room to open the door. As you open it, you are met with your favorite man, his fluffy pink hair in a state of disarray and his shirt well worn, no doubt a result of the high grade curses he had been fighting. As a grade 1 sorcerer, Sukuna was sent on the most difficult missions students could be assigned to.

His tired eyes quickly light up as they meet yours and an excited grin tugs at his lips. He pulls you into a tight hug, strong arms pulling you against his chest and walking you both backwards into your room. He shrugs off his backpack which drops hard to your floor. He hadn’t even gone by his room first, coming immediately to you instead.

Sukuna plants soft kisses on the top of your head, the height difference making it easy for him to reach as he still has you pulled tightly against him. 

You inhale his scent where you are pushed flush against his shirt, a hint of his cologne mixed with musk as a result of the vigorous physical activity he was subjected to. You don’t care what state he is in, you are just happy to have him back safe in one piece.

“Missed you,” Sukuna’s deep voice rumbles against you between the kisses he’s peppering you with. You feel his hand tip your chin back, longing crimson eyes staring into yours, before you feel his lips crash against you. 

The kiss is demanding, filled with the intense yearning for you he’s had all this time while you attempt to soak up as much of his love as you can. You aren’t able to talk much when he’s away, so when you reunite, it’s usually filled with passionate desire, both of you desperate for the physical connection to be renewed. 

“I missed you too,” you break away from his lips and hug him tightly, his chest and abs rock hard against your torso.

“Did it all go ok?”

“It did,” Sukuna’s hums, “fucked them up pretty good. The faster I can take care of useless curses the faster I can get back to you.”

“I got a fresh change of clothes for you out of your room earlier in case you got back,” you unwrap yourself from around him, pulling him by his hand towards your dresser where everything sits nicely folded.

“You take such good care of me,” he smiles, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

While he grabs the clothes, you pull out a prepackaged meal from your fridge you snagged from the dining and pour him a glass of water. You tap him on the ass and point to the food and drink on your desk.

“Fuck you’re the best,” he sighs with endearment, his often serious demeanor gone in favor of the loving way he looks at you. 

Sukuna quickly showers while you pull the leftovers together so they are all ready by the time he is done. He reappears in just a fresh pair of boxers, the tattoos you’ve memorized by heart on full display snaking down into his waistband that lays dangerously low on his hips.

Your boyfriend’s chiseled body never ceases to take your breath away and now is no exception. He moves lazily across the room, running his fingers through his hair to push it back into his typical slicked back look. Sculpted back and shoulder muscles ripple as he reaches down for the plate you heated up, biceps flexing as he moves the chopsticks up to take a bite.

You feel a rush of wetness pooling in your core, desire beginning to consume your body due to the time apart with how physically attracted you are to him. 

“Let’s watch a show before bed,” you break yourself from your trance.

“Ok, you pick,” Sukuna responds while chewing, wolfing down the food which has you giggling. The man can put away some food, poor thing must have been starving by the way he’s demolishing it.

You setup your TV on the desk across from the bed and get one of the cooking shows you watch together ready to go. Remembering what you really wanted to do, you shed your shirt and shorts before casually climbing under the covers. 

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna, and you knew it wouldn’t, but you enjoyed trying to be nonchalant about it knowing he was probably dying to say something.

“So are we actually gonna watch something orrrr…” Sukuna chuckles, eying you from across the room. 

“Yes we are, but I wanna try something new while we watch,” you smirk, wiggling out of your panties under the covers and pulling them out so he can see.

Sukuna’s eyes widen, tossing the plate onto your dresser, the leftovers quickly forgotten. You can see his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers which Sukuna reaches down to palm while he inhales the water you had given him. 

He locks your door and swiftly strides across the room, climbing over you and joining you under the covers.

“What do you want to try?” he asks through lidded eyes, glancing down to rake them over your naked body as he lifts the covers to slide under. 

Sukuna’s words are husky with desire and his deep voice has goosebumps pricking down your arms. You back your ass up against his groin, eliciting a low groan from him at the sudden pressure against his hard cock.

“I wanna try cockwarming you while we watch our show, have you done that before?” you shoot him a sheepish grin, a little embarrassed at asking him this.

Sukuna’s eyes twinkle with amusement, a boyish smirk giving you your answer.

“I have not, but fuck yeah I wanna do it with you,” he eagerly tugs his boxers down, freeing his massive erection as it slaps against his abs.

He positions himself behind you so you are spooning and you feel him brush his knuckles against your entrance, fingers sliding through your slick folds.

“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, “you good if I put it in right now?” the eagerness in his words is impossible to miss. You appreciate him asking as sometimes you need some extra help getting prepped before you take him, but with the time apart you can’t wait any longer. 

“Yeah I don’t wanna wait anymore,” you reach behind you to start guiding him towards your entrance.

Sukuna hisses through his teeth as you make contact with his dick, shifting to position himself lower, gently coaxing your thigh up so he can slip between your legs. 

His fat tip pushes through your entrance, causing you to gasp with the stretch. Sukuna groans as he sinks deeper, his veiny cock dragging along your slicked up walls. 

“Fuck baby you’re soooo tight,” Sukuna utters through gritted teeth, breathing heavy as he bottoms out within you. The tip of his cock brushes against your cervix, further proof of how deep inside you he is. He gives you a few long, slow strokes before he stills, burying his face in your hair.

You regain your composure, feeling so full from his massive cock pressing on every inch of your walls with the snuggest fit.

“Ok I’m gonna turn the show on. You can’t move and I won’t either,” you force out, unsure if you are telling him or trying to convince yourself.

“Mhmm,” Sukuna grunts, adjusting himself so your back is flush against his chest, head propped up on one arm while the other wraps around you, hand settling on your tits. 

You press play, cozying up to Sukuna so you can start watching. The first few minutes pass without much incident, but things start to ramp up after a funny scene has you laugh out loud.

Apparently your laughing causes you to clench around Sukuna because you notice his grip on your tits suddenly tightens and he stiffens up behind you. His cock throbs within you which has you gushing out more, making everything even more slippery than it already was.

The sensation of your fluids mixing with his precum combined with his throbbing cock has you needing to adjust your hips, so you wiggle yourself ever so slightly to shift your body.

Sukuna inhales loudly, hands now a death grip on your chest.

“Stop moving,” he gasps from behind you, voice wavering. 

“Sorry baby I-“

“And stop talking, fuckin’ pussy is flexing just from you running your mouth,” he growls. 

You are surprised with how much he’s having to fight it. The power you feel being in control of his pleasure with such simple movements only turns you on more.

The brush of his fingers against your skin has your heart pounding even harder, his sturdy presence behind you now causing your arousal to spike. Your body jerks as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs again, panting with hot breaths against your sensitive skin, his forehead falling to your shoulder as you feel him tense up again. 

“You stop breathing on my neck,” you giggle which has his cock throbbing against your soft walls again. You both moan as a result of the subtle movements that you can’t control.

Your bodies are responding on their own to each other, bodies that have felt every dip and curve of each other countless times, perfectly in sync as lovers are. Both of you quickly begin to teeter on the edge of losing control as you drown in each other’s heat. Sukuna is so pent up from not being inside of you for over a week and your pussy is extra sensitive for the same reason. 

Sukuna isn’t even paying attention to the show anymore, face buried against your neck and your hair. Every now and then he shifts his body, causing his cock to push deeper into you with a tiny thrust. You feel like he’s doing it on purpose, only perpetuating his predicament. 

The pound of his heartbeat through his bare chest thuds against the skin of your back. You feel a thin sheen of sweat starting to form between your bodies, everything feeling hotter, exacerbating the situation.

You squirm again, his cock head kissing your sweet spot, causing you to moan loudly. Sukuna is practically shaking behind you, seeming to teeter on the edge of losing control.

“Baby, I-ah! Fuck baby don’t do that,” Sukuna’s words come out in a breathy whine almost like he’s begging for mercy. The way your pussy is gripping him, so warm and wet wrapped around his cock is a huge test of his willpower and as he buries his face deeper into your hair, his senses are  quickly becoming overwhelmed by the scent of your shampoo. 

You feel his hand leave your chest and move down towards where you are attached. Your swollen clit is his target as he starts to move his fingers in slow circles, making it impossible to stay still now.

You cry out his name, clenching tightly around his cock as his ministrations start to wind up the coil of desire deep inside of you.

“Holy shit, fuck!” Sukuna exhales against your neck, fingers trying to maintain their rhythm but you can tell he’s holding on for dear life at this point. 

All the pleasure pooling within you feels like it’s been ignited as hot waves of desire begin to flow through your body. You are so close to the edge, you know it’s not a matter of if, but when you cum, you don’t see how Sukuna can hold on.

His body is trembling against yours as each drag of his digits across your clit has your pussy tightening and clenching against him.  Your cunt is so wet, whenever you move the sounds of his dick shifting against your soaked walls can be heard over the show. The tiny movements only prolong the inevitable as you both edge yourselves. 

“Sukuna I’m close,” you whine as you feel the pressure in your core about to burst. 

“Yeah I know, better cum before I do,” Sukuna rasps out, keeping a consistent rhythm against your bundle of nerves. 

One last minuscule thrust of his cock against your sweet spot has you coming undone with a toe curling orgasm. The white hot pleasure tears through your body while your vision completely vanishes as your climax consumes everything. Your cunt clenches around him harder than before, sucking him in deeper, driving him towards the edge. 

“Sukunaaa oh my god,” your hips buck uncontrollably as you convulse against him with each pulse of your orgasm.

Sukuna’s breathing suddenly gets deeper and louder, abs tightening against your back.

“Oh my fucking god you feel so goddamn good,” Sukuna growls in your ear, hand leaving your clit to grip your hip like a vice. The familiar way his fingers dig into your hips and the telltale way he whispers expletives in your ear have you knowing he’s about to follow you over the edge.

“Ahh fuck!” Sukuna groans and with one final impossibly deep thrust of his cock, you feel his hot seed begin empty deep inside of you. It’s so much, Sukuna giving you everything he’s saved up for you over the last week as you feel it start to overflow and drip down onto the sheets below.

Sukuna collapses against your back, pushing you into the mattress from his weight. You both lay together as your breaths start to even out and your heartbeats slow, the heat from his body comforting as the air starts to chill your damp skin. 

“Oh my god I came so hard. I fucking love you,” Sukuna finally says with a content sigh, sitting up to plant an affectionate kiss on your cheek. He rolls you towards him, his half lidded eyes and loving smile make you giddy with adoration for him.

“I love you too baby,” you press yourself against him, craving the skin on skin contact as the oxytocin floods your mind. 

The show, long forgotten, is still on in the background. You shut off the tv with the remote in favor of a post sex cuddle with your boyfriend, the love of your life. His strong arms pull you tight against him and you both partake in a dance of slow, sensual kisses as you bask in the warmth of your shared love. 

You both doze off and eventually fall into a deep sleep, finally able to rest in each other’s arms thanks to the strong foundation of your love sustaining you during these times apart. 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sharing the bed with various CRP characters 1/2

Same song and dance as the cuddling post! If theres any characters you want to see, let me know! If theres also any specific scenarios you want to see dont hesitate to drop them, love doing these kinds of posts

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Puppeteer

Notes: Reader is GN, can be seen as romantic or platonic

CWs: mentions of blood but it's nothing huge, better safe than sorry though

Slenderman

He hardly ever crawls into bed with you, on nights where he is with you he tends to linger in the corner- or if you insist, he will take a seat on the foot of your bed if you feel the first was.. creepy.. not that this solution is any better- he is never going to lay down, thus, with a broken heart I have to give him the first rating of 1/10, with his only saving grace that he will protect you should anything happen

Splendorman

Unlike his fellow slenderbeing, Splendor is more than willing to crawl into bed and try to lay with you! It's a bit of a tight fit, though, even with him manipulating his body as small as it can get... it can get a little uncomfortable, unfortunately. And spirit can only make someone so comfortable.. 3/10

Eyeless Jack

I personally headcanon that hes on the shorter side- 5'5 to 5'7, so thankfully space isnt an issue! He runs cold, so if the nights are hot hes a good option for a cuddle buddy! But how is he in his sleep? He sleeps like a rock- he doesnt move or shift around all that much so you're unlikely to be disturbed! He.. does snore, though, or at least that's what it loosely is. Its more like gurgling due to any of his gripping goo getting into his throat- not a good noise.. will wake up coughing and spluttering.. 5/10, a pretty average sleeping experience

Laughing Jack

He doesnt need to sleep and he can only pretend sleep for so long before he gets antsy- it takes him a while to understand that you need your sleep and how much you need. He doesnt mind staying in bed and cuddling with you to pass the time- hes very large, warm, and comfy so it's not a terrible set up! Sometimes pretends sleep, complete with a fake snore. A little big for the bed at I feet tall, and sometimes snatches the blanket to fully sell the "fake sleep" thing as well as rag dolling on you 6/10

Masky

He doesnt sleep around you, it's just a little quirk of his that he doesnt let his guard down at all- he doesnt exactly distrust you but its.. complicated. Hesitant when you offer to let him crawl into bed with you, he's rather fond of the little perch hes made in the corner of your room, but you cannot deny that he looks like a sleep paralysis demon to your fuzzy sleepy brain. Still as a corpse in bed, WILL yank the blanket back if you steal it in your sleep 7/10 not very disruptive otherwise

Hoodie

Will crawl into bed with you and get up close to you, loves pulling you close to him during the night. Falls asleep after you do, though he probably watches you in your sleep... smells like wet leaves and mulch 7.5/10, he let's you take his hoodie sometimes or even just crawl into it with him. Does not give a shit if it gets stretched out he can always get another one. Sleeps between you and the door to the bedroom

Jeff

Heavy sleeper and he snores loud, so good luck with that. Probably also a blanket thief. Bounces between staying up all night or falling asleep the second he hits the bed- really it depends on what hes been up to... at least he usually has the manners to take his bloodstained hoodie off before crawling into your bed.. probably kicks in his sleep.. 4/10

Puppeteer

Very hard and very cold, and I don't think he would need to sleep but can if he desires. Wants to be the one cuddled, just make sure to bundle up with some extra blankets so you can stay warm! Doesnt snore but you can hear his joints creak with each movement- you know, puppet stuff.. 5/10, not terrible but not spectacular

[skelly-words]

Stuck on a Desert Island (Bring Your Tentacle To Work Pt. 4)

idk why my brain's been so empty lately this took me a year, anyway... this is for u bae @ellieangelbee (also an ask that i accidentally deleted but it was prob you too)

this is so weird and random, but i wrote it with my whole heart

tags/warning- monster fucking, non-con, aphrodisiacs, feat. random coworker (f/f), it's algae/slime stuff, idk i'm being creative

wc- 1.5k

You've been hiking for hours, trudging behind your coworker through the beachy forest. The two of you walk along a postcard coastline somewhere in the Virgin Islands.

You knew it was gonna be an 'adventure.' That's what your boss, Amelia, had called it when pitching the idea to you two. 'The adventure of a lifetime.' Experimenting with alien life was difficult and risky, but if you managed to find a useful botanical specimen... For now, you can only dream of the cushy office and generous 401k plan.

So you're hiking in 90 degree weather and humidity that makes it feel like you're drowning on dry land. Your shorts stick and chafe against your inner thighs. Every few steps you're stretching the spandex back down only for it to bunch up again. Your coworker walks a few paces ahead. A line of sweat drags down the back of her tank top as she flips through a book to identify native flora.

-

It's nearly sunset when you stumble upon something new. A couple moonpools reflect the golden sky. Luminescent algae grows out from the pools, covering the entire rock interior of the cool cave. Near the pools, the glowing green algae is most dense, thinning to a sparse lawn of polyps at the edges of the organism.

"What is it?"

You watch her set her satchel down. She pulls out a few containers to gather samples. You quickly kneel near in the mouth of the cave to help her. The ocean is at your backs and the open maw ahead is lined with the blue-green glow of algae.

"I dunno. We're just surveying the area. This is..." She trails off and drops the specimen jar. "Does something smell to you?"

You both take a deep inhale and shuffle forward toward the fragrant pools. The algae is slippery and you have to crawl on hands and knees. The goo coats your skin, getting everywhere, making your clothes cling uncomfortably. And there's still that funny smell. It gets more distinct the closer you are to the pools, but stays light on the air. When you sit by the edge of the moonpool, you can almost taste it. Cacao butter, Brazil nuts, toasted coconut. Your coworker catches your shoulder before you can lean in.

"Wait. We don't know what it is, right?" She sounds far away even though her breath bats against the back of your ear. "Lemme try first."

You watch her dip a hand into the pool. First up to her wrist, then elbow, and finally reaching down and pulling up a handful of the sandy bottom. It drips from her hand, making waves of light ripple through the algae wherever it lands. It looks beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

"Wow," you mumble as the water trickles from her fingers.

Your hand dips into the water next. Dribbles run from your fingertips at first, handprints on the ground as your crawl around the edge of the pool. It's even more humid in the cave and the temperature rises as the setting sun centers itself in the opening.

You take another deep breath, trying to shake the fogginess, finally being hit by the exhaustion of the hike. The air is so thick with that scent of sweet oil. You lean down and splash water over your face, letting it run down your neck and chest. Your nipples perk up under your tank top as the icy water hits you.

"Let's just..." You trail off, almost forgetting what you meant to say. "Let's just get samples and..."

You look toward your coworker, trying to remember her name, what company you work for, the point of collecting samples. The shorts you're wearing need to come off. They're so itchy. All of your clothes makes your skin crawl, and your companion feels the same way as the layers start to peel away. The space between you narrows with the shifting floor. The spongy floor dips slightly and you slide together into the divot.

The slime coming off the algae gathers at the bottom and along the sides so every movement inches you closer. Your ass hits the floor with a splash and the liquid coats you thickly, tingling on your bare skin. You want to cry out in disgust and tell your friend to get it off, but you still can't remember what to call her or what the hell the two of you are doing. Plus, she's also covered in the stuff, more and more so as she tries to drag herself out of the small pit in the algae.

"We're stuck." She comes to rest against you at the bottom. Her legs tangle up with yours, scrunched into a pretzel in front of you. Her butt sticks up like she's trying to show you the mess of slick she's collected between her legs. You can tell the viscous blue slime from the needy stuff dribbling out of her pussy. Your fingers drag through her slit. It’s so wet. Strings of slick stick to your fingers as she jerks away.

"Where are we?" She asks, flipping to face you.

"Um, who are we?" Your hand drifts up to your mouth and you taste you dirty digits.

"We, uh- well, I- I'm..." The other girl opens her legs to slide closer to you and the walls grow around you. Her arms wrap you into a hug and a leg slips over your hips to pull your bodies flush.

The touch makes you feel complete, so soothed and comforted. Tendrils begin to sprout, thin and wiry and wrapping around you. They twist together, one over the other, into vines that snake over your body. Your wet cunt presses against hers when the appendages yank your legs apart. The puddle of goo squishes when you shift and grind together, humping against each other as the aphrodisiac in the slime makes your clit pulse harder.

She groans, trying to lift herself off the bottom of the pit as the floor swells. Peaks begin to rise out of the gummy algae to bump at your holes. Her efforts to get up force you to sit back harder on the lumps. They stretch and stiffen in your pussy. Both of them worm their way up to your cervix before swelling up to full size.

You can hardly take being spread this wide. Your friend rubs her engorged clit against yours. She grinds on the tentacles stuffing you full and makes them press deeper. The bumpy texture distracts her from the tendrils shoving into her until they start to expand. One pushes into her tight pussy and the other fucks her ass open. She takes it so well, latching onto your nipple to muffle her moans.

"I'm c-cu-" Your hips buck up involuntarily as you cum as you grasp blindly at the slippery walls. Your cunny is too full, clenching weakly around the two limbs. One of them jumps inside you, twitching and vibrating. A load of thick cum empties out of it as the tendril shrinks back to its original size.

The glowing goo coats your folds as she drags her puffy mound up and down. She tries to talk around your tit, "I'm so- g-gonna"

More of the thin sprouts work their way inside your puckered ass and spent cunt. Her hand reaches down, spreading her glistening lips apart. She pinches her clit between two fingers as you jump against her. The excited tentacles swell and burst inside you. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting helplessly into the air to meet her carefully guided rhythm.

Her teeth catch on your nipple as she talks. "They're kissing. I'm making them kiss." She goes back to sucking on the hard bud and using her free hand on the other one. She mewls at the sight of your cute clits sliding together. Yours throbs and pulses as she picks up speed. The thick bed of tentacles between you makes it impossible to push your bodies together and she humps you harder, making sure her sloppy cunt presses to yours as she squirts. You moan while her lips drool around you, spurts cum on you, only adding to the shallow pool surrounding your tangled bodies.

The pulse on your clit makes you spill over the edge. A milky ring of cream forms around the vines of algae stuffed inside you. It mixes to a blue cream as you ride them, smearing the juices together.

Your friend has a swell in her stomach. You watch it change as the appendages empty and fill inside of her. There must be at least a dozen in you. If you could see over where she's playing with you, you'd see a matching bulge in your tummy. They feel especially good when they buzz, right before implanting that thick seed.

Her pussy twitches and cums again, this time releasing only a small dribble of piss. It mixes into the slick dripping down your thighs. The puddle just gets deeper. You slosh in it to grind your slutty cunts together because you can't help it. You need more, another release. The spongy tentacles take their turns keeping you full. They’ve made you into a perfect toy, just like your friend. Both of you take at least ten in each gaping hole. And that should be enough. But your hands can’t stay off each other. You pinch and toy with her pink nipples while she massages your cunt. She knows exactly how to make you squirt now, after spending so much time with her hand between your legs. And it's never too much. Every time the overstimulation starts to hurt or your but feels sore, one of the vines jumps and ejaculates. The soothing jelly fixes it up and you're back to being fucked brainless.

You have no idea how you got here, but why would you leave?

A/N- I think this is a fitting close to this series. tysm for 700. maybe vore bc they might've been digested, idk.

[xxsteveharringtonxx]

A Little Time

(Steve Harrington x Reader)

Steve was always soft.

He was soft and gentle and kind.

Well, he was with you anyway.

It had always been that way since Middle School. When he first saw you again after summer break and you smiled at him with a quick wave across the park lot, Steve just knew you were good.

Too good.

He wasn’t as gracious in High School, he got popular and a little mean but you kept your distance, ran in different crowds. It was just how things were. But when he was paired with you in Bio or when he borrowed your notes there was a calmness that took over him.

A peacefulness he doesn’t experience often.

But now, after the hell you were all thrusted into at Star Court and everything that had happened since then Steve had hardened.

Exteriorly he had anyway.

The soft spot he’s had for you since Middle School was now goo, he was protective and worried and no matter how many times you reached out and touched his arm, gently telling him ‘it’s okay Steve, I’m tougher than I look’ it didn’t matter.

All that mattered to him was that you were safe and always within reaching distance.

And it’s not even that he didn’t know that, of course he knew how strong you were. He had witnessed it on more than one occasion. It was more like he knew that if he ever let anything happen to you he would lose his mind.

It would break him.

He almost felt as though he’d been looking after you since Middle School, making sure Tommy and his goon squad didn’t bother you, checking in during mid terms and finals, and even down to walking you to your car after shifts at Star Court.

And then more recently, dragging you out of the Upside Down and patching up whatever scratches or cuts you’d managed to get down there.

His touch always soft, always leaving you wanting and needing more. Despite his frantic and panicked over reacting, both of you always made it out alive.

Together.

And that was enough for now as you tried to adjust back into reality, real life taking over quickly and your early twenties flying by even quicker.

“Hey, you’re spacing out.” Robin snapped clicking her fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry.” You told her with a soft laugh, your attention spanning back to her.

“So are you coming?” She asked impatiently and making you nod not really knowing what she was referring to.

“Of course.” You replied to her just as Steve and Eddie rejoined you, a tray of fries and milkshakes placed on the table in front of you.

Steve sliding in easily beside you in the booth, his arm behind your shoulders resting on the seat, his back to the aisle so you were safely blocked between the window and anyone even passing through the diner.

His movements were casual but calculated.

He was comfortable when you were safe, and felt safe.

That’s all that ever matters to him.

“What are you gossiping about?” Eddie asked throwing a handful of fries into his mouth and chewing obnoxiously, your nose scrunching in disgust.

“Gross Eddie!” You scolded moving closer into Steve without even realising. His heart elating with joy as you did, his warmth showering you.

Robin watched with a small knowing smile as Steve passed you your milkshake, not even caring about his own until you were set.

“We were talking about your show later. When does it start?” She asked him also shoving fries in her mouth.

And you were listening to Eddie, you really were but Steve’s fingers brushed the side of your neck as you reached forward for some fries. And the electricity the small touch sent down your spine was deafening.

Literally.

You couldn’t hear Eddie talking about the itinerary. Just his mouth movement and animated hands as he spoke.

You couldn’t even hear Steve no doubt joking about bringing ear plugs.

It frightened you sometimes how he made you feel.

Because he was just Steve, your Steve. But just Steve nonetheless.

Gulping you blinked back into the room, a deep breath and focusing back on Steve’s voice.

“So we can get there at eleven? And you start around midnight? I’ll pick you girls up at ten thirty.” He confirmed looking down at you with an easy grin.

“Great! Sounds perfect.”

___

Later that night you were clutching onto Steve’s arm as if your life depended on it, Robin’s fingers hooked around your wrist as you all pushed through the crowds in the Hideout.

Steve, worried about losing you in the crowd wriggled his arm out of your hold and laced his fingers through yours instead. A grip you couldn’t escape from even if you wanted to.

Which you definitely didn’t.

Once you found a good spot you thought he’d let go, even when Robin passed him a beer you thought that must be it, he’ll want his hand back and you feel cold but he didn’t.

He tugged you closer beside him when the music started and eventually when bodies were moving and the crowd pushing forward he pulled you to stand in front of him, his hand letting go of yours but running down your rib cage and then finding home on your hip.

With you in one hand and his beer in his other he started to relax and enjoy the music. Nothing he wanted more in this moment. Having you in his arms in this moment was enough to make him happy for the rest of his life.

And then Corroded Coffin strayed from their usual set list and played some familiar chords.

The drums making you chuckle, Eddie’s cheesy line to ‘all the lovers out there tonight, let’s slow it down.’

Steve leaning down to your ear and you could feel his grin.

“I love this song!” He told you and you couldn’t stop the grin taking over your features as you turned to face up at him.

“I know Steve! You play this like a hundred times in the car!” You told him with a playful eye roll and he squeezed your hip in retaliation.

You giggled,

Giggled, like a pathetic little school girl.

But Steve managed to do that to you. Reducing you to a smitten girl with a huge crush.

Looking back at Eddie and his band you enjoyed the warmth of Steve surrounding you. His chest rumbling as he sang along.

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me.

Joining in the singing you felt Steve’s thumb brush over the exposed skin on your hip, Robin swaying beside you both.

You weren’t sure what came over you but your eyes burned with tears and you blinked them away, swallowing the lump in your throat.

You were happy.

Relieved.

But so happy.

And it was Steve, it always came back to Steve.

By the time he was dropping back off at your place you didn’t want the night to end despite it now being almost 3am.

“Hey Steve?” You heard yourself before your brain even processed what you were doing.

You spun on the doorstep and he’d stopped in his tracks to face you, hopeful.

“Yeah?” He asked already inching back towards you.

You didn’t know this and he’d never tell you but his heart was pounding in his chest, he could hear the thud thud thud ringing through his ears. A million thoughts running through his brain.

“You wanna come in?” You asked so quickly as if to not allow yourself to change your mind.

Steve smiled, slowly at first, maybe a little shy as if unsure you were being serious but then definitely confident when he saw your chest heave with a brave breath.

Grinning he nodded and your bottom lip was captured by your teeth to stop your own grin.

“Yeah.” He breathed out jogging back up the path to you. “I definitely want to.” And before even giving you a chance to respond his hands were on your cheeks and he was kissing you so intently.

Still soft and still gentle like you always knew Steve to be.

But also determined and eager.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you.” He told you finally pulling away but still close enough that you could feel his lips against yours as he spoke.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to kiss me.” You joked back, leading him into shutting you up with another kiss, just a peck.

“Well I won’t keeping you waiting as long next time.” He offered standing up straight and letting you unlock the door.

“You promise?” You asked over your shoulder, a glint of something in your eyes that Steve hoped he got to see everyday.

“I promise.” He confirmed and following you inside, hands itching to find your skin again and heart still pounding in his chest.

[fr04k1e]

GIGIS WORLD AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUGH

AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH its not even fully done yet i still have like 4 other characters to make but honestly i might scrap or put this project on hiatus i have no motivation to work on it anymore sobs

i will give you guys the ideas i had for the characters i didnt end up making though, and the idea i had for the toon handlers.

Flutter - Gardener, works in the garden and grows/collects seasonings for the kitchen and decoration for the casino customers/staff

R&D - Casino Hosts, working directly with customers to make sure they want to return to the casino and ensuring they have a good experience.

Looey - A comedian/magician on the stage in the disco, a solo preformer. Magician by day and comedian during after hours

Pebble - A security dog working within every part of the casino, with his loud bark he can alert other security of unwanted guests, and using his sharp teeth he can hold them down long enough to deal with them.

Cosmo - A chef in the kitchen, working along with shrimpo. He specializes in pastries, but can also cook other, more healthy foods if needed.

ok thats about it for the toons i didnt end up getting to design. ill ramble more about the actual lore here if anyone cares about that LOL. keep in mind i got like almost nowhere with this so its very VERY vauge and unfinished also im not a good writer whoops

' the basic idea is that the casino had been running fine up untill they had faced a lawsuit, causing them to shut down everything and abandon the casino. Since the toons had been made specifically for the casino they had just been left in there to handle themselves. Eventually, one of the toons had grown curious and decided to tear down one of the machines. After ripping open the back of the machine, black ooze leaked out and covered the bottom of their feet. Not thinking much of it and assuming it was just oil of some kind, they continued, getting the liquid all over their hands and face, along with their legs. After tearing open the machine, they had found little to nothing of interest and left to get themselves cleaned up. However, when they tried to wipe the goo off, it wouldnt budge and instead had covered more of their body. After a short while, they began to feel hollow on the inside and an ache in their bones, what happened afterwards had become contagious and slowly began to infect the whole casino. '

TOON HANDLERS!! they have a whole new purpose here. They work mostly as managers for the toons, each handler has their own line of work and toons to keep track of and train, only 4 have designs tho lol. IGNORE the reindeer names i couldnt think of anything else ok

ok so IN ORDER

Harvey - the bartender, he works with Rodger, Dandy and Sprout. often exhausted, but not rude by any means. mostly quiet and closed off

Prancer - the director, works with Glisten, Poppy, Boxten, Shelly and Looey. a jumpy cheery fella, mostly looking to have fun and trying to be as positive as she can be. bigender monarch

Doner - the (old) director/beauty worker, used to work with Glisten, Poppy, Boxten, Shelly and Teagan, but had been fired after a long time working there due to extreme mistreatment of his toons. although he was closed off, he never seemed to be too angry or aggressive towards other handlers, but when a toon would mess up or act out he would become ruthless without the other handlers knowledge.

Rudolf - the chef, works with Shrimpo, Cosmo and Flutter. a happy and cocky chef who tries his best to make his job entertaining and teaches his toons in more extreme fun ways.

there SHOULDVE been way more but as i said before i dont have motivation to work on this anymore lmao. also glisten canonically has BPD in this my #bpdwarrior

TAG ME IN FANART OR IF YOU DECIDE TO EXTEND THIS AU A LITTLE BIT!! ID LOVE TO SEE IT my twitter is @d1spatches and my tiktok is @0tt3rpaw

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism: I can fix him (no really I can)

G/N. Gun, DG, Sammy, Jakey, Ryuhei, Goo, Vin

You didn't roll up your sleeves, ready to fix the men that came into your life. As if you were some amber or red flag magnet, and you had ample time and energy and patience to sort out their issues. Somehow though, it happened anyway. Slowly. Little by little.

With yourself more of a dubious observer more than anything.

Only a fool would invite someone like Gun into their life and not expect troubles. The pitch black eyes are already an obvious omen.

Except. Gun has second thoughts around you. Peaks of humanity showing through his cracks. Fun for Gun used to be fights and bloodshed. Letting his demons out fully. He can never be completely tamed but he realises there's joy, a bone-deep peace, in other things too.

Namely, your company.

James plays his cards to his chest. As James Lee, as Diego Kang, as whoever he may be in the future.

Hides his intention and true character with a detached, arrogant smile. Buries into himself further with his shiny k-pop persona, not letting anyone see his authentic self.

Your touch first cracked his well polished veneer. Your words and keen eyes, astute and observant, blew the gap wide open.

He realises there's no more hiding with you.

Samuel doesn't lack motivation or discipline with most areas of his life. When it comes to his mental health though, it's sorely lacking. Though, delusional and lacking introspection, he never realised it was a problem until you.

He notices your smile dimming during the beginning of his spirals. Feels your absences as he plummets to rock bottom. Craves you with every part of his being as he soars into mania.

Your worried looks and trembling bottom lip gives him the final push he needs to want to improve.

Being Gapryong's son is a part of who Jake is, irrefutable and undeniable. As much as he likes to convince himself he is nothing like his dad, he has fortunately taken all his best traits and foregone the worst.

However. It takes someone like you to come along, that loves all the parts of him-

(Son of the legend of the Pre-generation, the Boss of Big Deal... And the quietest part, the part of him dimmed and muted through the challenges of life, simply Jake Kim, where he can be as he wants to be.)

-For him to finally accept all parts of himself too.

When Ryuhei crushes, falls, obsesses, he finds it hard to fit the whole image of someone in his head.

All their imperfections and flaws and faults are non-existent in his mind. Which sounds harmless and sweet at first thought, but he could never truly connect with anyone if he is only able to see his own perception of them.

But then you showed him all sides of you, forced him to acknowledge the good with the bad, experience the troughs with the peaks.

Until, over time, he fully sees every facet of you.

Being with Goo is like trying to domesticate a wild animal.

He has glimpses of docility assuming he is well fed and well entertained, though he is still likely to bite the hand that feeds at any moment. Of course, only someone used to getting his way would continue being this... deranged.

You take no prisoners. Uncompromising in the way you should be treated, respected, until Goo has no choice but to also fall in line if he wants to keep you by his side.

Vin keeps himself barbed and prickly. Masks his true feelings, his own insecurities, with jokes and insults. Has made more people cry than he can remember and ignores any guilt with a shrug of his shoulders.

He's not a sociopath. It's just that he's been this way for so long he doesn't know how to be anything else.

You cut through the bullshit, give him no judgement for who he is, how he looks, but how he acts.

His jokes are still rude. Insults still mean. But there's no longer any cruelty.

[koiiiji]

lookism x teaching them your language

author’s note ; someone here is specially for @imtomiee 💋 also correct me if i used some words wrong way!!

tw ; swearing words on different languages! fluff

GOO KIM — RUSSIAN

evening air was cool, but the vibe in the room was anything but. you were lounging on the couch with Goo, your legs tangled together in a comfortable mess, a playful banter going back and forth as it often did when the two of you were together. Goo, ever the curious one, had recently taken an interest in learning a few words from your native language—russian.

of course, knowing Goo, it wasn’t the polite phrases he wanted to learn.

“so, what’s the next one?” Goo asked, his signature smirk plastered on his face as he leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. you raised an eyebrow, thinking for a moment before deciding to go all in. “alright - alright, how about this one — poshel nahui.”

Goo’s eyes widened slightly, intrigued by the sound of the words. he tried repeating it, stumbling over the unfamiliar syllables. “po…poshel nahui?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt. “gosh, babe, you’re doing such a great job,” you teased, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “you sure you don’t know russian? or maybe in a previous life been russian?”

Goo’s grin widened, clearly pleased with your praise. “really? what does it mean?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. you tilted your head, giving him a sly smile. “it’s like… sending someone on the dick.”

Goo’s eyes lit up with amusement, and he laughed, the sound rich and warm in the small space. “but i don’t want anyone else except you on my dick!” he declared, his tone both playful and his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him away, though you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “it’s not necessarily yours, hun,” you quipped, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “you can send them on Gun’s dick.”

the smirk that spread across Goo’s face was devilish, and he let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by the idea. “oh, i’m definitely using that one,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in to capture your lips in a brief, but heated kiss.

PARK JUNGUN — ARABIC

you and Jungun were lounging on the couch, both scrolling through delivery apps, the familiar debate simmering just below the surface.

“how about we order Italian tonight?” you suggested, your mouth watering at the thought of creamy risotto and cheesy pizza. Jungun’s eyebrows shot up, and he leaned back with a sly grin. “italian? seriously? we just had that last week. i want sushi,” he declared, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

you crossed your arms, feeling a familiar annoyance bubble up. “but sushi is so… predictable! italian has variety, flavor, and soul! plus, you can’t deny that a good lasagna is perfect comfort food.”

he chuckled, shaking his head dismissively. “comfort food? you mean your heavy, cheesy dishes that weigh you down? sushi is light and refreshing. it’s an experience, not just a meal.”

“an experience that costs a fortune! at least with Italian, you get value for your money. you can’t tell me sushi is worth the price when half of it is just rice!” you could feel your cheeks flush, but you refused to back down. “rice is the foundation of life! and sushi is an art form — i can’t believe you’re comparing it to some pasta dish,” he shot back, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “you’re just being stubborn because you can’t appreciate the finer things.”

“finer things? like overpriced fish that’s raw? you’re just being defensive because you’re japanese!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “admit it, you’re biased!”

“bias? me? i just have better taste!” he retorted, a smirk plastered on his face. “you’ll come around one day; i’ll make sure of it.”

“yeah, right! you’re impossible!” you rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. “you’re like a child throwing a tantrum over his favorite toy.”

“child? at least i know what i want, unlike you, who can’t make up her mind!” he shot back, leaning closer, his arrogance palpable.“make up my mind? this is about you being stubborn! you’ll never admit when you’re wrong!” you felt your heart race, both from the argument and the undeniable chemistry between you. he leaned back, arms crossed, a smug look on his face. “and you’ll be the one begging for sushi sooner or later. just wait.”

“okay, how about a compromise?” you proposed, trying to mediate the escalating tension. “let’s do Italian tonight, and sushi tomorrow. you’ll still get your fix!”

for a moment Gun pretended to ponder. “hmm, let me think… nope! i’m not settling for anything less than sushi tonight.” you sighed dramatically, an amused smile creeping onto your lips. “you’re the absolute worst, you know that?”

“stubborn? no, i’m just determined,” Gun replied, his arrogance unwavering. after a few more rounds of playful banter, you finally relented, knowing how stubborn he could be. “fine! we’ll have sushi tonight, but only because i can’t deal with your arrogance any longer.”

“yeah, that’s right” he exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out his phone to place the order.

as the two of you settled back on the couch, the tension dissolved, and a comfortable silence fell between you, you found yourself leaning against him, his warmth comforting. you felt a rush of affection and couldn’t help but murmur into his shoulder, “ya5rab baito sho habito” Jungun pulled back slightly, a confused look on his face. “bitch, tf you just said?”

with a calm smile, you leaned your head against his shoulder and whispered, “literal translation: may your house get ruined i love you.”

he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “you’re impossible!” but he tightened his embrace around you, pulling you closer.

“sometimes, you can be so stubborn,” you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eye.

“and yet, you love me for it,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “of course i do,” you shot back, your heart full as you nestled deeper into his warmth.

JIN HOBIN — GERMAN

it was just another chaotic day at school, the halls buzzing with the usual chatter of students. Hobin strode through the corridors, his presence commanding attention. he was used to the whispers and glances, but today, something else caught his eye.

in a quiet corner, you sat on a bench, phone pressed to your ear, animatedly talking to a friend. as you hung up, Hobin approached, curiosity piqued. “hey, what were you talking about?”

you looked up, slightly flustered. “just my friend. nothing important.” he smirked, leaning against the wall. “you speak german, huh?”

“yeah,” you replied, trying to downplay it.

“cool. can you teach me some swear words?” he asked, his tone teasing. you shrugged, playing along. “sure. like ‘Verdammtes Miststück.’” [fair-DAM-tes MIST-shtook]

Hobin raised an eyebrow. “what does that mean?”

“it means ‘damn jerk,’” you explained, a small smile creeping onto your face. “damn, that’s spicy,” he laughed. “i might have to start using that.”

just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. you stood up, ready to head to class. but as you walked away, something clicked in Hobin’s mind. he suddenly remembered that phrase — that phrase. the memories flooded back, taking him by surprise.

“wait!” he yelled, sprinting after you. “bitch, you called ME that name??” you turned around, feigning innocence. “what? i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“don’t play dumb! you always called me that when we were enemies!” his voice was a mix of disbelief and playful frustration. “you used it all the time!”

you shrugged, trying to suppress a grin. “i really don’t remember.”

“seriously?” he exclaimed, a smirk forming on his lips. “you were always throwing that word around at me! you can’t just forget that!”

“maybe i just didn’t like you,” you shot back, trying to keep a straight face.

“come on! admit it!” Hobin insisted, laughter bubbling up despite himself. “admit what?” you teased, enjoying the banter. “that i cursed at my rival? sounds a bit dramatic.”

“dramatic? you were practically a german swearing machine!” he laughed, shaking his head. “i can’t believe i’m just now connecting the dots.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his animated reaction, feeling a thrill at the memories of your rivalry. “well, maybe i did. but you know what? it’s not like I’m going to do it again.”

Hobin stepped closer, his expression playful yet intense. “oh, I’m counting on it. you’re just too fun to mess with.”

with that, he gave you a wink and turned to leave, a confident swagger in his step. you watched him go, heart racing. it was strange how easily the tension from those rivalry days transformed into something more intriguing, something that hinted at new beginnings. as you walked to class, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this playful back-and-forth was just the start of something.

RYOHEI KURODA — ENGLISH

you were curled up on the couch, engrossed in your book, when your adorably clueless boyfriend, flopped down beside you with a dramatic sigh.

“y/n! teach me english!” he whined, resting his head on your shoulder. you sighed, trying to focus on your reading. “Ryohei, we’ve been at this for hours. you need to practice more!”

“but i want to learn from you! you’re the best teacher!” he clung to your arm, his eyes wide and pleading.

after 5 minutes of him being annoying you finally, you gave in, exasperated but amused. “alright, fine! but i’m teaching you something cool.” you leaned closer, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “say ‘bastard.’ it’s a fun word!”

“bas-tard,” he repeated like a child who just reached to something that was once forbidden, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“good! just don’t overdo it, okay?” you warned, chuckling.

later that day, Ryohei strolled into work, his confidence soaring. he spotted Eugene, who was busy with paperwork. with playful boldness, Ryohei called out, “hey, you bastard!”

Eugene blinked, stunned, while Ryohei burst into laughter, clearly unfazed by the shocked expression on his boss's face.

you could only imagine the chaos that would ensue. mortified yet secretly amused, you buried your face in your hands. Ryohei might be a handful, but he sure knew how to make life interesting — and you loved him for it.

bonus ; later that day Ryohei was feeling bold again. he spotted Kenta and, with a playful grin, shouted, “bastard!”

Kenta’s expression dropped, and he looked genuinely upset. “Ryohei, that’s not cool,” he said quietly. Ryohei’s smile faded as he felt a pang of guilt, especially since Kenta was usually so quiet. Ryohei took a deep breath and approached him.

“Magami, what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone sincere.

Kenta shrugged, his voice barely above a whisper. “it’s just... i know english better than you, and it was disrespectful.”

Ryohei’s heart sank at his words. “brooo wdym im really sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you,” he whined, shaking Kenta’s shoulder.you stepped in, sensing the tension. “how about we all go get milkshakes? it’ll be on me..”

SEO SEONGEUN — POLISH

smooth purr of Seongeun’s Rolls-Royce filled the quiet atmosphere as he drove through the city, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel while the other hung over the gear shift. you sat beside him, gazing out the window, trying to keep yourself occupied while Seongeun focused on the road. you had been living in Korea for a while now, and while your korean was pretty good, there were still moments where your native polish slipped out, especially when you were irritated or frustrated.

however, it had been one of those days, and your mood was already on edge. the final straw was when your phone buzzed with an annoying notification about the broken coffee machine back at home. you groaned, rubbing your temples in frustration as the stream of oolish curses tumbled from your lips.

“ja pierdolę...” you muttered, trying not to dwell on your frustration.

without taking his eyes off the road, Seongeun raised an eyebrow, his tone casual but curious. “what do you mean babe?”

you blinked, glancing over at him. “what?”

he briefly glanced at you with a smirk before focusing back on the road. “the stuff you always mumble when you're annoyed. you’ve been doing it for weeks, and I don’t get it.”

you flushed a little, realizing he’d been picking up on your muttered polish rants this whole time. “oh! that... yeah, i tend to mutter in polish when i’m emotional. it’s like a habit.”

Seongeun’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, but there was an amused glint in his eye. “and what exactly are you saying?” a small smile tugged at your lips. “you wanna learn some polish, babe?” you teased, poking his arm. he scoffed lightly but couldn’t hide his smirk. “i’m just curious. what do you say when you’re pissed?”

you hesitated, suddenly feeling shy about explaining. “well... i usually say ‘ja pierdolę’ or ‘kurwa mać.’” your cheeks flushed deeper as you tried to explain. “the first one means ‘fuck it,’ like when something goes wrong. and the second one… um... direct translation means... uh... ‘fuck your mother.’” you winced slightly, knowing how it sounded out of context.

Seongeun let out a low laugh, shaking his head “yeah, fuck that bitch. so what about the translation?”

you chuckled softly, your hand covering your mouth as you tried to find the words. “baby, i just told you! it doesn’t mean that literally. it’s more like saying ‘FUCK IT!!’ but with extra aggression.”

Seongeun laughed again, his deep voice rumbling through the car as he reached over to squeeze your knee affectionately. “gotcha, babe. polish frustrations... i get it.”

just as you relaxed, a mischievous glint appeared in Seongeun’s eyes. “so, what’s the deal with that beaver stuff? do you guys have beef with beavers or something? how do you say it? bo-bober? bober kurva?”

you stared at him for a moment, utterly blindsided by his sudden question. then, it hit you, and you couldn’t help but let out a snicker. your heart swelled with pride at his attempt.

“babe...” You blinked dramatically, pretending to wipe away proud slavic tear. “you’re trying to get it right. i’m so proud of you!”

he smirked, his gaze still fixed on the road, though you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. “whatever makes you happy, baby. but seriously, tell me more about this beaver meme.”

[senselessviolets]

“stay soft”

Roman Roy x Fem. Reader

Rating E (Smut)

Word Count: 3.3k

AO3 Link

WARNINGS:

Mommy kink, smut, some plot, this man has MOMMY ISSUES™️, gentle femdom, titplay, breast sucking, so much dirty talk, Roman gets called “baby” a lot, no PIV, no uses of Y/N

Author's Notes:

The people have spoken—y’all want Roman being fucking babied in bed so that’s what the fuck I did and I have zero regrets. Totally gave up in the end but school’s been incredibly draining for me so I’m proud of myself for even getting THIS out.

[Gif creds: I forget. if it’s yours, lemme know!!]

Summary:

You are an equally wealthy childhood friend of the Roys and Roman in particular. After years of little to no contact with him, he and you decide to finally act on the mutual attraction you both share in the most ‘Roman way’ you can think of. 

“Okay, but like if we…fuckin’...if we fuckin’ do this, I will want…some things. But I’m not g’na fuckin’ beg or anything…call you mommy, ‘goo goo ga ga’…none of that shit. I will want you…to be there…and I will want you to ‘not be there’...if you catch my drift. I-I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ word or a single moan. I don’t want—I just don’t want it, okay. And this might sound bad—even though I’ve definitely said worse—but you would be just a-a means for me,” a voicemail blears in your ear as you are made aware of the four calls you missed in your slumber, “‘Kay? I dunno. Think it over. It’s not fuckin’ life or death. Until it is. And I kill you. And hide the body and burn the evidence…kidding! ‘Kay, love you, kidding, ‘kay, bye!”

This was uncharted territory for you both. 

You and Roman and the other Roy children were longtime family friends. Like Stewy Hosseni or a lesser example Ray Kennedy. What that meant was your incredibly loaded dad gave Logan Roy an ungodly sum of money in the nineties and had managed to stay on his good side ever since. At their status, that’s what qualified as ‘friendship’. Everything was a transaction at the end of the day. Like you suspected Logan and Caroline had bought their way into their kids’ hearts, to even be in the same room as these titans—to breathe the same air—you had to beg, steal, or borrow. Fortunately, you hailed from less-than-humble beginnings; your father being an incredibly successful venture capitalist-turned-philanthropist and your mother the heiress of a billion-dollar publishing company. 

But it was all just details. 

You were eternally grateful to be an only child, imagining an existence where you and your progeny were destined to forever claw at each other's throats—all for whatever scraps your parents were generous enough to leave you.

Unfortunate. ‘Pitiful’ felt more accurate. Every hollow soiree and vapid function served as a reminder. These were not your people. And they never would be. And yet—

“Heya! Well, you look less miserable than usual. Lemme guess, you finally ditched Loser What’s-His-Face and have taken up my longstanding advice of giving lesbianism a try,”

“Hi, Roman. No, I’ve actually been reminiscing about our younger years together. Remember the time you threw up in your mouth before presenting me my corsage the night of the winter formal? Seventh grade? Ring a bell?”

“That was because it only dawned upon me then that I would be getting Cody Keener’s sloppy seconds,” he answers, “I just couldn’t cope with that, I’m sorry,”

You slug him in the arm and he reacts overdramatically, as if someone stuck him with the pointy end of a knife. Onlookers included none other than Frank Vernon, Hugo Baker, and a close friend of your mom’s, Michelle Anne. This time, you and Roman had crossed paths at your father’s 70th birthday party. It was held at your parents’ penthouse on the Upper East Side and attracted a decent crowd. Faces you’d sworn you met pass you by as strangers come up to you, recounting memories of you who were only this tall. It was always a discombobulating experience but you continued to frolic and mingle nonetheless. 

In truth, this little ‘reunion’ was nothing but a facade. 

You and Roman had been talking for weeks now after years of no contact with one another. Brief texts turned into prolonged phone calls which by the end of the night became one-sided, pathetic voicemails expressing some sort of yearning for the other. It was becoming all-consuming and quite frankly, exhausting. And now it had finally come to blows. 

There was a plan, there were contingencies (of course, there were) but above all—there was transparency. And that was something you could hold onto. Oh, the many men who lied their way into your bed. And then here comes Roman, who’d made it abundantly clear he’d rather inhale glass than have you worm your way into his. So this scheme would not transpire at his place or yours. 

It would be occurring in a Central Park Suite at The Carlyle—just a quick jaunt from your parents’ place. He deigned to be a gentleman and handled the reservations as well as your transportation because you had to already be there. You were going to be lying on the bed, in some satiny sleepwear. No lingerie, no hosiery—nothing that could be construed as ‘sexy’. You were to look mundane, average, and bored. 

Roman would enter and you would be still and let him do as he pleased. While you’d had this endeavor nailed to a T, you’d be lying if you said the prospect of him going off-script—doing things rougher, harder, doors off the hinges, letting his darker impulses get the better of him—didn’t make your knees buckle a bit. 

So once the candles had been blown, the birthday wishes made, and goodbyes were said—you were to slide into his black Range Rover SV while his secondary chauffeur Crispin brought you to your destination. In your duffel was your change of clothes and a few other goodies. It had crossed your mind—once, twice how exceedingly easy it would be to bail right about now. Crispin could drop you off on the side of the road like some floozy and then your personal chauffeur could pick you up and drive you back to your cozy brownstone for a mundane evening spent by yourself—alone. That was the part that struck a pang in your stomach. That was the truly unbearable part. That, and the heat between your thighs which was starting to become really inconvenient. 

…

Now was not the time to get cold feet. 

You had already slid your sequin cocktail dress off and exchanged it for your satin sleepwear. Like the pretty kept thing he’d instructed you to be, you lay flat across the plush hotel mattress, awaiting his arrival, legs swinging to and fro like an eager teenage girl.

Maybe he’d be the one to pussy out.

At least then you’d have yet another thing to hold over his head for the foreseeable future. In your phone’s front-facing camera, you inspected the makeup you’d done earlier that evening for the party and it still seemed sufficient. Your lips seemed a bit drab. You roll off the bed and I sift through the contents of your bag, searching for the mauve lip color you’d brought along. Dabbing it onto the purse of your mouth while gazing into the mirror of the room’s modest vanity—you begin to lose track. 

This isn’t it and you know it. 

You know it. 

So fucking do something about it. 

Examining the time on the wall clock, you decide to hastily shake off your striped satin pj set and tear through your duffel for the sheer lace slip and matching long gloves. Not liking the unkemptness of your long hair at this particular moment, you palm your bag for one of the chignon French hairpins that had sunk their way to the bottom—a go-to for you since your younger years. The best you can muster is a half-up, loose, more-than-messy low bun because suddenly, a knock on the door can be heard. Your heart leaps into your throat and you shove your duffel bag into the armoire in a hurried panic. The click of the hotel room’s keycard lock comes next and you spring to the door as to be the one to open it. You and Roman meet each other’s gaze through the crack of the half-open door, you two beam down at your hands, enclosed over both sides of the handle. He is very noticeably startled, not expecting you to answer the door.

“C-Come on in,” you stutter, gesturing into the hotel suite with a gloved hand. 

Roman’s mouth goes dry. It is not all that often the family jester is able to be truly caught off-guard. This absolutely was one of those times. He shuffles into the room with tepid steps and doesn’t turn around to face you until he hears the door click shut. With a blank, nonchalant expression—he shrugs, prompting you to provide some sort of explanation. Of which, you do not possess. 

“What?” you say. 

“What’s…all of that about?”

“Yeah, sorry…wasn’t really feeling the pajamas tonight. I opted for something I felt was a little more fitting. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No,”

He definitely fucking does mind actually. But any frustration at being caught unawares expresses itself in the form of big beautiful hazel eyes beaming at you with fear and uncertainty. His lips are parted, unable to form the words he can’t even begin to think of at this particular moment.

“So…,”

“...so…?”

“So…lay down,” you finally say.

Roman is able to briefly channel the smarmy assholeishness he usually hones with a sarcastic scoff and smirk. He shakes his head to himself before his gaze finds the floor. 

“...I’m sorry, maybe you just didn’t hear me right the first time,” you say, crossing over until you are eye-to-eye with him and your competing breaths can be felt, “...or maybe I should’ve been a bit more specific.”

You lean in until your lips brush the outer shell of his right ear and he stops breathing. 

“Roman. Lay the fuck down on that bed. Now.”

He quickly scrambles onto the bed, resting on his back while slightly sitting up. There is a tentative eagerness in his demeanor as if the last hints of resistance in his muscles had yet to dissipate.

“Good. Now can you unbutton your shirt by yourself or do you need my help?”

“...I-I-I need your help,” he mindlessly babbles, “P-Please. Please, can you help me?”

You click your tongue at his wanton request, attempting to maintain your composure. It was after the first ‘please’ that you knew you were going to willingly give everything in you to this man right then and there. 

The safeguards? Fuck the safeguards. 

The time for self-preservation was about five or so minutes ago before his knuckles had rapped gently on the heavy wooden door. Without breaking eye contact, you straddle him effortlessly, both knees on either side of his hips. You aren’t certain because all the blood had flooded to your ears and you were unable to hear much over the thumping of your own heartbeat but you swear you hear a quiet ‘oh god’ slip out of him. Your fingers find the buttons on his grey button-down and your wrists noticeably begin to shake as they undo them.

For fuck’s sake.

Up until this point, you had conjured the impression that you were the one in control here and that there was nothing he could say or do otherwise. But now the true vulnerability of the situation had begun to set in. The playing field had been leveled. 

His fingers enrapture yours and he steadies your grasp as you both work to unbutton his shirt. Roman swallows, anxiously. You get more than half of the way there before he gives up and presses his face firmly to yours. 

It’s a declarative kiss. 

It’s long-lasting and when the two of you eventually break it—you know there’s no going back. Those hands of his, wracked with nerves, find their way to your hips. He slowly drags the lacey fabric up so your upper thighs are exposed. Once you can feel the soft flesh of your hips exposed to the cold air, you grab his wrists and he freezes. 

“Ah-ah-ah, I don’t think I remember saying you could do that,”

“I-I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t—I’m sorry,”

“So many apologies, they just keep on coming,”

“I’m…,” he deeply exhales out of his nose. 

“You’re what? Wait, lemme guess,” you goad, “Sorry?”

He bobs his head up and down, face full of embarrassment.

“Hm…think I’m a little sick and tired of those ‘sorrys’, sweetie. You and that mouth of yours. Oh, that fuckin’ mouth of yours. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the amount of headaches it’s caused me in what, the two decades I’ve known you? What are we gonna finally do about that mouth?”

Roman looks up to you, hanging onto your every last word. 

“I-I don’t know, j-just tell me what to do. I can make it up to you, I-I promise,”

You genuinely take a moment to mull it over, though the growing hardness pressing against your most intimate place admittedly was making it hard to think.

“...I think…we need to find another use for that mouth of yours—something to keep it busy, hm? How does that sound, my sweet baby?”

You swear his face goes pale as he assumes you mean your cunt. While the thought had crossed your mind (many, many times in fact), knowing Roman—you know that would be too much. And that you would lose him forever somewhere along the way and you didn’t even want to begin to think about that. 

You tilt your head, staring longingly at that poor little boyish face of his. Your clothed index finger traces its way slowly from the exposed flesh of his tummy, up to his ribs, across his collarbone, along his Adam’s apple, over his bearded chin— finally stopping at his pinkish bottom lip. You pull it down, making him pout for you. 

“Open for me,” you utter softly. 

Roman obeys, his tongue moving upwards in his mouth when he swallows. You continue to tease around his mouth torturously, the lace creating a delicious friction against his beard. The heat of his pants against your lone finger makes you stir inside. 

“Now, close your eyes—mouth still open,”

He noticeably resists before relenting, his eyes flutter closed. You drop one of the spaghetti straps of the slip off of your shoulder, exposing yourself. Your nipple pebbles in the cool air conditioning of the room. You awkwardly lean your torso inwards, inching your breast closer to his mouth. For a brief second, his eyes flick open, taking in the scene. Catching your drift instantly, he swallows as much of the soft flesh as his mouth will allow, moaning into it. The most obscene sucking sounds soon fill the room. Roman whimpers into your skin, letting his head fall limp against your chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, cradling his head. His brown fluff of hair is too tempting for your hands to not tangle themselves in. 

“There, you go…you’re so good. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Yeah?” you sigh, tilting your head backward.

You swear you can feel your hips gyrating on their own. Roman’s fingers have ensnared themselves onto the flimsy fabric of your slip, gripping it so tight you think it might tear. Not that you’d give a shit if it did. 

“Y’know what I think? I think you act the way you do all the fucking time because you’re just waiting for someone to come and put you in your place, is that right? Yeah? You’re a brat ‘cause you want someone to do this to you? Hm?”

He releases your nipple and an almost pornographic line of spit drools from his mouth. Roman’s lips are plump and rosy, kiss-bruised and swollen. You find out just how warm they’ve become when his wet mouth comes to meet your own in a kiss so messy, you know you’ll touch yourself thinking about it later.

“I-Is this good? A-Am I being a good boy for you?”

“Mm-hm, you’re being a very good boy for me. My good boy. Mommy’s good boy, right?”

“Yes, fuck, yes—” he sobs, moving onto your other breast.

His voice is shrill and wrought with desperation. You only ever heard it get this high-pitched when he was making a mocking impression of you or some other woman. And now here he was, making these noises all on his own. The edge of his bottom teeth catches your nipple in just the right away. You squeal, jolting upwards in his lap and laughing at the surprise sensation. He soothes the sensitive skin with the flat of his tongue immediately after. 

“That’s it. There’s my boy, there’s my sweet baby boy,”

All of the sudden, his hands leave your slip and fly to the buckle of his belt. Roman undoes his zipper and shimmies down his slacks enough to pull his dick out. He jerks it quickly with his eyes wound tightly shut in an attempt to get himself completely hard. 

“M-Mommy, c-can I see ‘it’? P-Please, god!” Roman begs out.

Your current position leaves his cock hidden by the hem of your slip. All you can see is the silhouette of his fist in the fabric pumping up and down speedily—relentlessly. He could easily just lift the skirt himself and look at your bare pussy, just as he hungrily wants but he doesn’t. 

He waits. He waits for you to give him permission. 

“See what, sweet boy? Say it, use your words for me. You’re a big boy, you can do it. I know you can,” 

Your hands cup his face and you rest your forehead on his. The skin is taught and slick with sweat. A vein above his brow becomes visible as he strains into his own palm. 

“What do you want, Roman?” you reiterate, trying to regain his attention.

“Fff-fuck! Your p-pussy, I wanna see y-your pussy!”

“All together. Say it all together. Say ‘Mommy, can I please see your pretty pussy?’” 

“Mommy, can I please see your pretty pussy?”

His eyes finally open and they aim downwards, expectantly. 

“Is that all you want, pretty boy?”

“N-N-yes!”

“Is that all you want?”

“No! No, I wanna cum, I-I wanna f-f-finish! W-Wanna finish on it,” he whines.

“All together, baby…”

“Mommy, can I please finish on your pretty pussy?! Please!”

It’s on the last syllable of his sentence that he erupts. Only as he’s cumming is he able to look at your cunt. You swiftly move the fabric up and his load catches the edge of it, the rest of it coating your exposed pussy. Roman falls backwards limp onto the pillow and you roll off of him and the bed and onto your jelly-like legs. The two of you don’t look at each other, occupying opposite sides of the room while you make yourselves decent. You shed your stained garment, using it to wipe your cunt clean. You fling it onto the hotel carpet and don’t think twice about it. 

“Mind if I…borrow that…for a bit?” a weak voice croaks from across the suite. 

You turn your head and smirk, still topless.

“All yours.”

Briefly, you catch a glimpse of Roman from behind, buttoning up his shirt. You pull up your dress, sweatier than before when you had taken it off. You expected there to be a palpable shift between the two of you, had everything gone according to plan. You figured the next RECNY ball that was just around the corner might be a bit awkward but it was nothing a few sarcastic quips and some alcohol couldn’t fix.

“My guy’s still waiting out front, so that’s my not-so-stealthy getaway. I can have Crispin pull around in twenty if I guess, I dunno, you wanted to shower the stank off of y…”

Roman’s words trail off as he becomes caught up in the sight of you; your cocktail dress zipped up halfway, your hair in an even messier updo than before, one heel on with the other remaining to be seen. It left him dumbfounded, feeling impulsive, like he could leave everything behind then and there and things might turn out alright. 

“Um…d’you maybe wanna just come with me…I dunno. Back at my place, I mean. And don’t make it into…it’s not a thing. Th-This is not a thing. But, yeah, we could order in whatever you, you could stay over, I-I got spare rooms–”

“Roman—”

“—it-its not like a big deal or anything, y’know? This isn’t, this wasn’t ‘a thing’. Fuckin’ labels and everything, I m—”

“Roman! That all sounds fine; I just would like to exit one of the nicest hotels in the damn city not looking like a two-bit whore, yeah? Come and zip me up,”

“I mean, if you ask me—I think it’s a rather fitting look,” he says, echoing your previous words.

“ROMAN!” 

“Alright, fuck, fine!”

End.

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[yanmuffins]

Hello I've been obsessed with your p&f au especially the singing aspect! Can you imagine when the yans actually become aware of everything reader, damian and Jon have been up to they actually start to dive into everything. They see videos of them all over like the gitchee gitchee goo song, the traveling the world songs, the love handle reunion songs! I can see them being surprised about damian singing as well lol! Also I was looking at the mom it's your birthday song can you imagine damian singing a version like that to bruce in private only for reader to make a concert for it! Sorry I'm rambling I just love your concept! This is how you gonna know it's me!🪷 gonna send another ask as well!

damian gets in trouble for participating in some of reader's adventures without alerting anyone (he tried. like 98% of times), which he thinks is both unfair and nonsensical, because he now has to deal with his other siblings making fun of him for partaking in all those musical numbers, and that's punishment enough.

it only adds to nail down how much they missed of their life. there's plenty of non-dangerous things they did during summer, like being a one-hit wonder with a cheesy romance song (by the way, aren't they too young to be making cheesy romance songs?) and all other pefomances you did for fun. they could have been there for that! and each instance they spot damian in the backgroud or beside reader rubs salt on the wound. at least he was keeping an eye on them, but they'll be bitter about that for a while.

damian has really gotten out of his shell since p&f! reader came to the manor, though. him? singing a song publicly for bruce with reader? this is a moment that needs to be captured in 4k professional cameras. hopefully that footage gets magically corrupted too.

i love this idea! i don't think p&f! reader would immediately brag about their adventures because they're pretty much grounded, forbidden from getting up to their usual antics (without supervision, at least, which damian no longer counts as), but eventually they'd pull out those memory books to illustrate how they've always done what they do with no problem, which has bruce sitting there in utter silence, surprised they're still, somehow, alive.

and the thought of reader spending a week or two in gravity falls with dipper and mabel before coming to the wayne manor is so funny. they're never going back there again after bruce sees a picture of them next to a monstrous-looking cryptid, but they're free to share their past experiences. if it makes them feel better. tim is lowkey jealous of their little sibling for having such an interesting life, and maybe could be tempted to cover for p&f! reader, damian and jon as long as they agree he can go have fun with them. but that's a big maybe.

[love--and--venom]

Protective Instincts: Xdinary Heroes

Summary: Your best friend shows his possessive nature when another man harasses you

Warnings: Misogynistic comments, intimidation, threats of violence, if I missed anything lmk

Side note: Villains, we sorely need more fanfics!!

Protective Instincts Masterlist

Goo Gunil

It wasn’t unusual for you to tag along for the Rock the World filmings. You met Gunil at Berklee, having similar experiences growing up. The two of you were practically fused at the hip by the time you graduated. You were introduced to his members before they even debuted, and quickly bonded with the younger boys. It never failed to make you blush when they jokingly called you and Gunil the band’s mom and dad.

You really couldn’t argue, though, since you were definitely a ‘mom friend’. Case in point: during the haunted house episode, the boys insisted on hiding behind you, most of them clinging to your shirt as the actors popped out of their hiding spots.

Their staff was wary of you. They were concerned about you leaking information, but you proved yourself trustworthy and now even the stone-faced manager would smile at you in greeting. So today’s filming should be no different. It should be. But the new cameraman, Seojoon, grated on the band’s nerves, especially Gunil’s. 

“He’s doing it again,” Hyeongjun whispered to the drummer. They watched Seojoon lurk behind you and Jooyeon as you rifled around in the cabinets of the cafe (today’s episode had the boys working as baristas for the day). You were blissfully unaware, but all of the members were on edge, monitoring the cameraman from the corners of their eyes. This was the fourth time he was trying to invade your space. His other attempts were stopped by one of the boys slotting themselves between you and him, which is what Jooyeon did this time.

“Alright! We’re ready to start,” the director announced with a clap. A knot formed in Gunil’s stomach, anxious to leave you alone. It should be alright, since Seojoon would be busy filming. It should be. 

“Hey, I don’t think I introduced myself.” You jumped from the sudden presence right behind you, leaning over your shoulder to speak low by your ear. “I’m Seojoon. I’m a new cameraman.”

“Oh, uh, nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

“How long have you known the band?” He asked, only causing your confusion to grow.

“I’ve known Gunil for six years now,” you rushed out, crossing your arms. “Shouldn’t you be, like, filming right now?”

“Nah, they have it covered.” You scrunched your eyebrows. There was clearly an abandoned camera on a table three feet away. “Okay I technically should be filming right now, but I had to say hi. How am I supposed to ignore such a pretty girl?”

“Yeaaaahh… thanks, I guess. You should go back to your job though,” you emphasized the fact that he was supposed to be working. Even when the staff side-eyed you when you first started attending RTW sets, they never made you this uncomfortable. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but something about his presence was almost predatory. Him lingering so close to your back didn’t help in the slightest. 

“Ah, don’t be like that. There are two other cameramen! They won’t miss me,” he drawled, dragging his eyes over your body. You silently thanked Jiseok for lending you his hoodie. The baggy material helped hide you from Seojoon’s wandering eyes. 

“Seriously, you should get back to filming. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble by being a distraction,” you insisted, making it seem like concern rather than anxiety that pushed him away. 

“I said,” he started, clamping a hand down on your shoulder. You tensed, pulling your shoulders to your ears. “I want to have a conversation with you. Don’t be a stuck-up bitch.” 

“I- I don’t–” you stuttered, eyes wide and fixed on the centerpiece of the cafe table.

“Y-y-you don’t what?” Seojoon mocked. His fingers dug into your collarbone and you had to suppress a whimper. You refused to give him the satisfaction. “You don’t want to talk to me? Think you’re above me just cus you fuck the band?” He sneered, words dripping with venom. 

“What?! I’m not sleeping–”

“Yeah, sure you’re not. How else would you be allowed on set? You spread your legs for six guys, I think you can do that for me.” You curled in on yourself, frozen in place even as his other hand grabbed you hip, inching its way under your hoodie. Your heart beat loudly in your ears, drowning out whatever Seojoon was saying.

“Back the fuck up,” Gunil growled, roughly shoving the cameraman away from you. The moment his hands left you, you instinctively latched onto the drummer. He wrapped his arms around you, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the anger in his face and voice.

“My bad, man.” Seojoon raised his hands with a smirk. “I thought she was free-use. Shoulda known I had to ask for permission first.”

“Watch your mouth,” Gunil warned. A muscle twitched in his jaw, his glare somehow turning more fiery when you tugged one side of his zip-up to cover your face. 

“Gunil, what’s going on?” Jungsu asked. The cafe grew eerily quiet as the rest of the boys rallied behind their leader. 

“Get him out of here. Now.” Gunil looked straight at the manager. The elder man bristled, surprised by his harsh tone. 

“Move, move, come on.” The manager hurriedly corralled Seojoon out of the cafe. Gunil’s stare didn’t leave until the now ex-cameraman was out the door.

“He’s gone.” You slowly removed yourself from his jacket, silent tears running down your cheeks. Gunil immediately cupped your face, brushing his thumbs under your eyes. Jungsu elbowed Jiseok in the ribs, prompting him to help move the members to the other side of the cafe. 

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled a bit. “I interrupted the episode.”

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything, he did,” the drummer sighed. “I should be the one apologizing. I never should have let it go on that long.”

“It’s okay–”

“No!” He snapped, making you flinch. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to get his temper under control. “It’s not okay. I had a bad feeling about him all day. He had no right to talk to you or touch you like that.”

“But you stopped him.” You reached up to hold his wrists, his hands having never left your face. “So I’m okay now.” Gunil sighed again, scanning over your glassy eyes and tiny pout. He pulled you back into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead, one that lingered a bit longer than what would be considered platonic.

“I’ll always be there to protect you. Don’t forget that,” he mumbled against your skin. You blushed, squeezing him tighter around his waist.

“I won’t.”

O.de (Oh Seungmin)

One thing you never got tired of was watching Seungmin perform. His stage presence was mesmerizing, and being close friends with the band meant you got front row tickets to their shows when they were in town. Your ears always rang after their tours, since you usually ended up at all of their Seoul shows. Tonight your eyes nearly bulged out of your head from Seungmin’s outfit. Whoever decided to put him in an open-back hooded tank top with symbols painted down his spine needed the biggest raise. It was times like this that you had to remind yourself that he was your friend and friends don’t drool at the sight of the other’s back muscles. 

Shoving aside feelings that you assumed were one-sided, you let yourself get lost in the music. You loved all kinds of k-pop, but there was something special about Xdinary Heroes that put them above the rest. Every show was as good, if not better, than the last. You giggled whenever one of the boys would wave or shoot you a wink. After every show, you would wait for most of the crowd to clear out before making your way to the backstage door. Security had your name on a list of approved guests, you just had to show them your ID, then you’d meet up with the boys to celebrate with an ungodly amount of take-out. 

So when the guard tonight denied you entrance, you were rightfully confused. You hadn’t done anything different. You told him your name and showed him your ID, but he barely even glanced at his clipboard before denying you. 

“I should be on the list. You didn’t even check your clipboard,” you argued with the unamused guard. He rolled his eyes before looking through his papers.

“Sorry, you’re not on here.”

“I was literally here last night. I was on the list then, why am I not on it now?” You questioned, tapping your foot impatiently. You were hungry and your boots were starting to hurt. You just wanted to collapse on the couch and play Smash Bros with the boys.

“How should I know?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. You hated pulling the manager card, but it looks like it was unavoidable right now.

“Can you please just–”

“You want to get backstage?” The guard interrupted you, cocking his head to the side.

“Obviously,” you huffed. A greedy smirk grew on his face, startling you into taking a step back.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can get you backstage.” Your stomach dropped through the floor. You glanced around, hoping to see a familiar face, but the venue was now empty save for some maintenance workers. 

“N-no, I’m good,” you faltered, muscles tensing in case you needed to run.

“Why not? You wanted to meet the band, right? I’ll do you a favor if you do one for me first.” He pushed himself off the door, stepping forward with every step you took backwards. 

“I’ll just text them. Bye.” A hand around your bicep prevented you from turning and walking away. The guard spun you around so your back hit the wall. Panic swelled in your chest as his arms caged you in. Your fists curled over your chest as some kind of barrier between you.

“I’m offering to help you. I think you should be a little more grateful.” The guard leaned over you, making you feel incredibly small as you pushed further into the wall. 

“I don’t need help. Leave me alone,” you persisted while staring at the floor. His hand roughly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You have an attitude issue. I’ll fix that,” the guard sneered. His nails pressed crescents into your skin. 

“Please don’t do this.”

“Relax, or it’ll be more difficult for both of us.”

“What, exactly, are you planning to do?” Seungmin asked coolly. He was still in his stage outfit and makeup, making his eyes sharper and more intimidating. He was calm on the outside, but you saw the anger in his eyes burn deeper at the fear in yours.

“Why? You wanna join?” The guard scoffed. You yelped as a jagged edge on one of his nails left a tiny cut on your cheek. Seungmin’s glare turned icy, and you wondered how the guard could ignore the danger swimming just under the surface of his composure. 

“Let her go,” the keyboardist demanded. The guard laughed, shaking his head. He slowly stopped when Seungmin arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re serious, huh?”

“Was I not clear? Let. Her. Go.” He snarled on the final word, baring his teeth. The guard stared him down, arrogance still radiating from him. 

“And if I don’t?” He asked condescendingly. For a moment, time stood still in a tense silence. 

“Asshole,” Seungmin cursed under his breath. The guard smirked, thinking he had successfully driven the musician into submission. His ego was quickly crushed as Seungmin stalked toward him. The guard’s hold on your jaw loosened in his surprise. You took the opportunity, shoving him hard and making him stumble backward. Seungmin slotted himself between you and the guard. He glanced at you over his shoulder, jaw tightening when your watery eyes met his. 

“What the fuck?” Seungmin returned his attention to the guard, but he reached behind him to hold your hand in one of his, the other resting on your hip.

“Walk away now and I won’t get you fired,” he stated with no room for argument. The guard’s eyes flicked between Seungmin’s steely expression and you. The keyboardist pushed you further behind him, completely hiding you from view. He tilted his head, silently telling the guard ‘go ahead, try it and see what happens’. 

“Whatever. Ugly bitch isn’t worth the trouble,” he spat before scurrying off to a different part of the venue. Seungmin sharply inhaled. He might have gone after the guard if you hadn’t dropped your forehead to his shoulder and grabbed his bicep. He shivered almost imperceptibly at the skin-on-skin contact. He shook his head to refocus, turning to you. His cold expression immediately melted.

“I’m definitely getting that asshole fired,” Seungmin muttered as he inspected the small cut on your cheek. It was an angry red line, but luckily it didn't bleed a lot. His thumb brushed delicately over the space just below the cut. 

“You won’t hear me complaining,” you joked to distract yourself from the tears burning at the back of your eyes. His eyebrows creased with concern.

“What happened?”

“I’m pretty sure he lied about me not being on the backstage list so I would do what he wanted.” You stared at his hoodie string, fiddling with it in a daze.

“Text me when you’re ready from now on. I’ll come get you,” he stated and drew you in for an embrace. You giggled despite the lingering fear.

“Wow, possessive much?”

“Yeah. I am possessive, only for you.” He kissed your temple then led you backstage, hand firmly clasped in yours. Maybe your feelings weren’t so one-sided, after all.

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[plutoenjoyer]

soft gunil thoughts 💭

· he is just so so caring with you

· like if you think of cliche boyfriend experience... HE is the blueprint

· giving you his coat when you're out on the town and you get cold, always paying for your food even when you insist otherwise, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to let others know you're his😳

· even little things like walking on the outside of the sidewalk or holding your bag for you. he notices the details for sure!!!!

· and you know that signature sweet and kind smile he has... now pair that with the absolute HEART eyes he's sending your way any time you do anything

· killer combo i think

· (the members know every time you send him a text because he gets that soft look in his eyes when he's smiling down at his phone... and they will not stop teasing him about it)

· he's a very attentive guy but sometimes he just gets lost looking at you and admiring you... snap out of it mr. goo gunil!!!

· you've only caught him staring a couple of times and that's when he's reaaaally daydreaming about you, as if you guys aren't already dating😭

· he's also like. a great listener

· even if you're very chatty or you're very quiet he is SAT whenever you're telling him about something or someone, even if it's the most average, boring conversation about the weather. like you're the best story teller in the world

· and truthfully he thinks you're cute whenever you start rambling

· he just makes it clear his attention is on you every time you're together, he really values your time and affection bcs u two are so busy!!!

· and yeah he is totally the type of guy to fix the strap on your dress or spin your bracelet around your wrist the correct way when you're mid rant, and he does it completely silently and easily you barely register what he did

· oh my god and i have to say it he is the cheesiest, sappiest guy out there. he is NOT above dropping some dumb pick up line on you

· a real text you get from him on a random tuesday: "hey baby aren't you tired? you've been running through my mind all day ;)"

· he knows they're silly, he just likes to see you double over in laughter and roll your eyes at him

· your response: "🤢🤢🤢" "did i look hot though"

· you guys are silly.

· i wrote about this before but i have to say it again because it's just so HIM

· everything you do that he hasn't seen/experienced you do before, he pretends like he's never seen it before EVER so he can be excited when you do it, even when it's the most obvious thing😭

· for example, one instance out of many: "wow these shoes are so cool how did you know that's my favorite color???"

· "gunil these are old crocs. and your favorite color is blue." (boy don't play😭)

· but you're never actually fact checking him on his own favorite color😭 you just like to let him know he's cringe. and then you give him a big fat kiss on the cheek because he's still cute, even if he's cringe

· but that being said it's fun to give him the same energy back. if you see him playing music or humming or singing around you, you best BELIEVE you're gonna clap and cheer like you paid hundreds for a concert ticket

· yes it does embarrass him because he doesn't normally sing but it just makes him even cuter when he gets shy

· "wow i didn't know xdinary heroes has a new vocalist??"

· he clears his throat a little because jungjoo would probably never stop teasing him about it if they were there but he just replies with a bashful smile and a clearly over the top flirty voice like "yes, i'm the new vocalist😎😎you like what you see😏"

· instead of fight or flight you're constantly in the dilemma of make fun of him or go along with it. and sometimes it's more fun to go along with it

· "yes oh my god can i pleaseee have your autograph😩 you're sooo cool and sexy and hot"

· you guys are silly, x2

· he's the most boyfriend out of all boyfriends ever!!!!

[lotus-n-l0ve]

dear Lotus! i saw your request open, so can i have alphabetical smut with Gun? thank you and have a good day ♡︎

GUN PARK A-Z SMUT HEADCANONS

— Gun Park x Female Reader

Like A User, Baby, I'm Addicted To It.

*⁠.✧ SYNOPSIS : A-Z alphabetical smut headcanons of Gun.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Smut, kinks, explicit acts, vulgar language, 1.3k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Why do I have so many requests for Gun 😭. That man has this whole fandom on chokehold, doesn't he? You have a good day too 💕

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // LOOKISM MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.

A = Aftercare [What they’re like after sex]

Aftercare? What's that? Before meeting you he used to fuck and disappear. Only after you two became serious is when he found out about aftercare when you used to take care of him after sex. Over time it was him who did the aftercare for you. After all, he was the man in the relationship .

After sex he would clean you up, dress you in one of his comfortable hoodies and cuddle you to sleep. He secretly didn't want you to think that he is with you just for sex.

B = Body Part [Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s]

Jake's favourite of his dick. No question asked.

He doesn't really have any particular favourite body part of you. But if he were to choose then it would be your titts. He likes to fondle with them like soft balls.

C = Cum [Anything to do with cum basically…]

Gun scoups up cum leaking down your clit before fucking it back in you. He would do that again and again till you are so full of his stuff that you can't even function.

D = Dirty Secret [Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs]

Gun steals your panties. He always keeps one with himself. When you are not there he would wrap it around his cock pump it till the panty is all covered in his cum.

E = Experience [How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?]

Gun has plenty of experience. He's had random hookups here and there. Even had frequented brothels (dragged by Goo).

F = Favourite Position [This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual]

He would have you lying flat on the bed, pillows stuffed under your lower back so that he hit every corner with his dick. He hits your weak spot with each thrust. His hips rutting against your thighs. His hands holding your waist so that you don't slip off.

G = Goofy [Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc]

This monster of a man can be goofy but you would rather have him serious because when he is goofy, he is no less than Satan himself. His face scares the daylight out of you. Though you get used to it over time.

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

He is bushy down there. He doesn't like shaving as such. Though he does have it trimmed time to time.

I = Intimacy [How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…]

If you are a quick fuck then expect a lot of degradation. A lot. By the time you are done you would be questioning your dignity as to why you thought it would be a good idea to hook up with him.

If you two are serious then that man is simply whipped for you. He doesn't show it but he is. When you are being intimate he would praise you throughout the time. He still does have a degradation kink but he would still control himself to not hurt you.

J = Jack Off [Masturbation headcanon]

He prefers the real thing. Which is you. But in case he can't have you, he will have to use his imagination and think of his hand to be your mouth. Later when he does get his hands on you, you will have problems walking the next day.

K = Kink [One or more of their kinks]

Man has lots of kink. Some of them being degradation, voyeurism, little bit bondage, power play, primal sex. He likes to hit it raw.

L = Location [Favourite places to do the do]

He has no shame so he can get on with it anywhere. 89% of the lookism verse has seen him jerking off or being intimate at some point of their life.

M = Motivation [What turns them on, gets them going]

Turning him on is a job that no one can accomplish. Other than that cunning smile and sparkling eyes of yours. The way you make sure to swing your hips sideways a little extra when you know he's watching you make a huge dent appear on his trousers.

N = NO [Something they wouldn't do, turn offs]

There is nothing on this earth that this man won't do. Nothing can turn him off. Well, other than Goo’s mouth I guess.

O = Oral [Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc]

He prefers receiving orals. Having you hide under the table, kneeling between his legs as you play with his dick. Licking, kissing with so much intensity has his toes curled inside those expensive boots of his.

P = Pace [Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.]

Gun is fast and rough. He fucks like he has limited time before he can't anymore. Most of the time your body will be covered in bruises, hickeys, bites and hand marks.

Once in a blue, he would make slow and sensual love to you. Not fuck but love. He would whisper sweet nothings in your ears as he penetrated into your needy pussy.

Q = Quickie [Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc.]

Gun doesn't like quickes. It just isn't his thing.

R = Risk [Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.]

Risk is his other name. He is up for anything. Shibari, exhibition kink, blood play, knife play, wax play. Man is ready to try anything with you.

S = Stamina [How many rounds can they for? How long do they last? Etc.]

He can go for hours, days without break. You sometimes worry about his enemies. He is this terrifying in bed then how horrifying he is to his enemies.

T = Toy [Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?]

He would use toys. He would have you cuff you to the bed, legs spread wide and he would sit between them, necked. He would then use the vibrator to get off in front of you while you are fighting for even the slightest touch.

U = Unfair [how much they like to tease]

He is half and half. He sometimes likes to tease you. So much that you at the end start crying how much you want him to rail you. When he is not teasing you that means he spent the whole day thinking about you and your pussy.

V = Volume [How loud they are, what sounds they make]

He is not too loud but he moans and he isn't ashamed of it. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. He would moan and grunt a lot along with praising you for taking him so well.

W = Wild Card [Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice]

Gun fantasizes about threesome or foursome. How you would look with all your whole stuffed at ones. When you are getting fucked from the front and the back at the same time. He wants to overstimulate you. But then the thought of another man touching you sends him in a possessive mode.

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

Gun is long and thick (enough to stretch your pussy beyond her limit) and veiny. When he is deep in you, you could feel veins rubbing your walls. He would have his dick tattooed if he could.

Y = Yearning [How high is their sex drive?]

His sex drive is 'high'. He is not stopping till you beg him to stop. He will fill you up like a cum slut. By the end you would be trembling and begging him to stop.

Z = ZZZ [… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards]

He falls asleep pretty past. All day he works under Charles and deals with rowdy, mentally fucked up teenagers and then having sex with you, he wants a good sound sleep to gain his energy back.

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