#it's about the trust!! it's about the intimacy of allowing someone to caress the literal core of you!!

[madamemiz]

Idk how to explain it but somehow exploring someone's wires is perhaps more NSFW than actual NSFW. That's akin to tenderly brushing your fingers over someone's bare heart, like damn

YES!! YOU! YOU GET IT!!!! KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH ANON

[takamikeiigos]

• though keigo tends to be loud, seemingly carefree, and outgoing, he's convinced himself that hero work is his #1 priority and he has zero time to be getting all up in a tizzy about feelings

• this man probably doesn't even know what a long, meaningful hug feels like. but what does it matter because he's a hero, he doesn't have time to be mulling over that kinda stuff

• now don't get me wrong, keigo has all of the basic human wants and needs for love, affection, companionship, etc. but has managed to tuck those thoughts away deep in the back of his mind

• so he spends his free time alone watching movies by himself while eating takeout, or finding somewhere high on the skyline to perch upon while the breeze caresses him and gives him comfort while he's deep in his thoughts

• when it comes to his avian characteristics and needs, he knows many people don't understand so he tends to them himself

• long tiresome processes of preening his own wings, often getting aggravated when he can't reach a spot or can't get certain feathers to lay flat

• or when it's that time of the season and he continuously chooses to go through his ruts alone because he hasn't allowed himself time to slow down and properly take care of it, because he grew up too fast and exploring his own wants and needs was never an option

• let's talk about keigo nesting during a rut bc of pure instinct but suddenly coming to the harsh reality that he has no one to share it with

• ouch

• imagine the first time he meets you

• you think he's probably the most loud and obnoxious motherfucker you've ever met but he grows on you over time

• its only after spending a bit of time by his side that you realize little things about him that kinda break your heart

• he smiles and jokes around a lot, but when you catch him deep in thought or slipping you notice the vacant stares that make him seem far, far away

• or the fact that he doesn't touch people unless they prompt first, whether it's a high five or a pat on the shoulder, but his hands mostly remain in his pockets or by his sides otherwise

• so it breaks your heart even more when you go to give him a quick hug before checking out for the day and he completely tenses up, clearly not sure how to react

• it occupies most of your thoughts that night, before it finally dawns on you that keigo didn't reciprocate because he didn't know how to (not literally, of course)

• from then on you touch him more often - like gently putting your hand on his shoulder when you're reaching over him, or placing your hand on the small of his back when moving around him

• over-all you're in his space more, always standing a few inches closer so your shoulders touch or your hands brush

• but let's talk about that one time you both go on a mission together and keigo gets knocked around a lil bit

• you're finally able to catch up to him and the idiot is standing there covered in bruises, feathers missing and his hero outfit almost torn to shreds, and he has the audacity to smile at you like he didn't just get knocked into next week

• he tenses again when you run up to him and pull him into a frantic hug, worry ebbing from your entire being but grateful that he's still standing and alive

• but the exhaustion finally catches up to him and its then that his wall comes crashing down, his arms wrapping around you like he's clinging to you for dear life, and his head is resting on your shoulder, coming free of all those heavy thoughts he's been carrying with him

• things slowly change after that

• months later you two end up together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were lost but finally found, a relief of a perfect fit

• he texts you constantly - whether it's of things that remind him of you, or a picture of a cat he saw while on patrols, or even just to let you know you mean the world to him

• when you’re both together he almost always ends up being the one to initiate physical contact now, staying close in your space and his hand always rest against you

• on nights after a long day of patrolling, he'll come over and you'll put a movie on, cuddling close together on the couch while eating the most unhealthy junk food you could find to take the edge off

• you catch him smiling to himself one of those times, and when you look at him curiously, he shakes his head and laughs quietly

• "'s nothing baby bird, just nice to finally have someone to do this with"

• on another tiresome evening of patrolling, he flies through your bedroom window (you always leave it unlocked and open for him) and perches on your windowsill

• you can instantly tell something is bothering him by the way he's holding himself, his wings twitching and his body tense

• so you beckon him to come sit on your bed with you, thinking maybe a back rub will ease the tension. but when he finally sits down in front of you, the disarray of tangled feathers is the answer to your unasked questions

• you tell him to relax and he does, but when you hesitantly run your fingers against his feathers he nearly jumps out of his skin

• you pull your hand away as if it was burned and when you ask if you accidentally hurt him, he flushes and avoids eye contact

• "no! no, you didn't hurt me. they're just.. sensitive. 'm just not used to people touching them like that. but it.. it feels good"

• so you continue running your fingers through his feathers gently, making sure they're all in place and pulling the loose ones from his wings

• he’s all breathy sighs underneath your hands and you swear you hear him cooing every once in a while and your heart melts at the amount of intimacy and trust

• it turns into a ritual after rough days, and neither of you mind it

《《 NSFW 》》

• so look, i’m not saying keigo is a virgin but we're gonna keep going with this little needy & touch starved trend we got going. to each their own

• keigo loves being touched, but he also loves touching you

• i’m talking always pressing up against you when you’re both alone, face nuzzled in your neck while biting and licking, hands on your hips and squeezing

• clinging to you when you’re about to get out of bed, or sneaking into the shower with you bc he misses your warmth and is craving some skin on skin contact, his head nuzzled into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you from behind

• tbh he’s probably still half asleep as he does this, too. you basically have him completely limp in your arms when you turn to start scrubbing his hair

• i’m getting a little off topic, huh?

• he’s always trying to get your attention, especially when he knows you’re busy

• he’s almost always breathless when things get hot and heavy, nearly falling apart over a make-out session

• but when you finally get him out of his clothes and on the bed where you want him, the experience is one you want to relive forever

• he’s got this wonton facial expression, chest flushed and wings puffed out, lips parted with unspoken pleas as you touch him

• the first time you even touch his dick he nearly loses it, head tossed back and fingers gripping the sheets

• "fuck.. fuck that feels so good dove, please don't stop"

• he’s so sensitive, his skin feels like it might burst into flames because of how worked-up he's getting

• the sight of him falling apart from a simple hand job is a sight to see, something you weren't expecting to get you going but it is

• you stroke him slow, your grip just loose enough where he ends up having to work for it, all the while you're gauging his expressions

• keigo is a talker, loud and completely unashamed of the filth pouring from his lips as he fucks up into your fist, his jaw slack and his brown pinched in pleasure and concentration

• "please baby, right there. god, you feel so fucking good, please don't stop. fuuuuck"

• when you decide to touch his wings out of sheer curiosity, you weren't expecting to his reaction to turn you on as much as it did

• keigo arching off the bed with a broken "f-fuck!", yanking you forward into a harsh kiss as he moans broken please and appraisals into your mouth, whining

• he finally comes in thick spurts over your hand, his hips stuttering as he thrusts upward to milk the final drops of his come, chest heaving and breathy pants falling against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair

• touch starved, needy, and sensitive

don't get me started on my man's going into a rut. whoo, good stuff.

sorry this is so long!! i got very carried away once i got into it.

if anyone wants to request anything, please do?? i would love that, especially since I'm trying to learn more about this beautiful bird-boy. nonetheless i hope y'all enjoyed!!

♡ ky

[officerjennie]

Title: As the Clouds Whisp Overhead

Summary: Jaskier gets off on Geralt's soft thighs and tummy. Literally. Geralt relaxes back and lets him, enjoying the show. Weight gain spoken of positively. Pairing: Geraskier. WC: 3.5K+

CW: smut, brief mention of weight loss due to difficult times (past)

It had been a rather easy spring, all things considered.

Geralt lazed in the field, not really watching the clouds that drifted overhead, his eyes closed and breaths deepening into an almost meditative state. The smell of wine and cheese was almost drowned out by the wildflowers about them but it was still there, as was the scent of apples, salt, the road, and the lingering oils that Jaskier had insisted on wearing ever since he’d discovered Geralt’s nose was sensitive to the others that he used to reek of.

Said bard was currently shuffling their lunch about, putting most of it away for later, humming one of his newest tunes as he folded back up the blanket he’d apparently bought for just this occasion. Though they’d eaten plenty of meals without it or the basket he’d purchased at the market as well, Jaskier had insisted that a picnic was a special affair and deserved the right accessories to make it just right.

Geralt had just let him do as he wished, not worried about his friend’s coin purse - and not worried about his own, for once. Usually the end of winter spelled a time of heavy work for him but he’d lucked out on a couple of easy and well paying jobs right off the bat - so he thought a bit of down time wouldn’t be the end of the world for them.

The song on Jaskier’s lips was one he hadn’t quite finished yet. Geralt had already heard several different renditions of the first verse alone, lyrics tweaked here and there, the exact lilt of his voice changing back and forth as he tried to settle on what he believed would sound the best. And despite his occasional grumbling over the repetition it was a rather relaxing tune, one he didn’t mind listening to.

Beyond that, there was a sort of...intimacy that came with being trusted with Jaskier’s unfinished works. The knowledge that Jaskier wasn’t always his best around him, was able to fuck around with a song and riddle the air with curses of “bollocks” and “cock” while he tried and failed and tried again to make it just right. That Geralt could see him like this and not the perfected performance that he was to the rest of the world, the mask that was firmly in place right up until the moment he didn’t want it to be.

And that moment just so happened to frequently involve witchers, whether directly or indirectly. How many times had he gone feral on someone for just saying the wrong thing about one of Geralt’s colleagues? Just early that spring he’d jumped someone for spitting on the ground over Lambert’s name, and Jaskier hadn’t even met him yet.

Something like pride welled up in his chest at the thought, though it was a quiet thing. Jaskier should be more careful, he shouldn’t be fighting their fights - but it meant the world to him all the same that he wanted to. Especially for his brothers.

“You know, I’ve never been one for cheese and crackers as anything more than a snack, but that was simply delightful.” Jaskier’s voice came closer as he talked, and the flowers and grass were disturbed next to him as the bard flopped over at his side, quickly snuggling in when Geralt moved his arm to make room for him. “We’ll have to go back and ask again what the name of that cheese was. Never have I ever given so much thought to pairing and wines and all that stuff - my youngest sister was always more interested in that sort of thing, and really if I heard her say one more time that my palette wasn’t refined enough I might have had to hide frogs in her bed again.”

Jaskier settled in nicely at his side, slotting in like they were made for each other, fit perfectly together. He chattered away and Geralt mostly tuned him out, something Jaskier loved to fake hurt over though they both knew it was just that: fake. Over the years Geralt had perfected hearing what he needed to hear and simply listened to the tune of Jaskier’s voice, the song of his highs and lows, his sighs and breaths and every heartbeat becoming the song that was his bard.

Meditation came easier around Jaskier than it did anyone else. Even around his own family it was a struggle. Lambert was a little shit at the best of times and Eskel simply existed larger than he wanted to, and Geralt was always tuned into his brothers, paying attention to them because he knew just how limited theri time was together. But with Jaskier, he could rest, relax, simply let himself be like he’d never experienced with anyone else.

His arm rested at Jaskier’s back, hand loose on his side, barely hanging on and feeling his bard breath in and out as he spoke. Jaskier’s fingers tapped a rhythm where they were rested on his chest, though eventually they moved, sliding down to rest against his stomach and making Geralt hmm at the pleasant warmth they brought.

They’d stripped earlier to bathe in the nearby river and had mostly dressed, though Jaskier had forwent his doublet as Geralt had his armor. It was nice, being out in the wild, away from the faux sense of safety that inn rooms allowed them and yet still able to be this content without his armor on. Just their loose clothing, not enough to be considered decent in any sort of societal setting, simply existing and being and just…

Geralt was content, and he didn’t consider that a bad thing. Not in the slightest.

A breeze rustled the field about them, loose silver hair tickling his face though Geralt didn’t have the bother in him to brush it out of the way or tuck it behind his ear. The air smelled nice for once, no clogging dust on the wind, no rotting anything nearby nor farms to make his nose want to clog itself. Since the summer was still a ways off the sun wasn’t too harsh on his skin, his chemise enough to keep any possible chill away though it was warm enough in this part of the country, everything pleasant and not too much.

There was also a lovely set of fingers that had wormed their way under his chemise. Jaskier hadn’t bothered to push it up, had just scooted his hand underneath, and with very gentle circles had begun to rub patterns into the soft flesh there. It was enough to make Geralt melt beneath him, a soft hmm on his lips accompanied by a sigh as he felt his every muscle relax at the touch. The winter had been extra good to him, Eskel having returned with more coin than expected from his path which had meant more meat for their stews, and the lot of them had eaten extra well.

Jaskier had never shied away from letting him know exactly how much he appreciated it when he ate well. There had been a few times on their own path that food had been scarce, and despite witchers having an accelerated metabolism Geralt had always done his best to see after his bard first and foremost - so when times were tough his body showed it, and Jaskier had played his fingers raw when he saw the worst of it just to make sure the both of them could eat their fill.

But there had been no such worries or struggles yet this year, what with the good winter and the well paying contracts that had followed. Geralt’s stomach was full and soft, protecting the muscles and other important organs underneath, and the rest of him was showing the spoiling as well. His thighs had grown softer, somewhat straining against the material of his pants but it wasn’t quite uncomfortable yet - he knew well enough to keep his clothes somewhat baggy, to make room for the waxing and waning that came with the path. His chest, too, had grown softer, encouraging Jaskier to nuzzle into it at any given opportunity.

Those calloused fingers found some of the scars that ran across his belly, caressing them gently. Some stretch marks veined their way across his skin as well, hidden at the moment by his chemise but Jaskier felt his way across them all the same, giving off a gentle sigh as he snuggled in closer and traced his love wherever he could reach.

Geralt could not have thought of a more peaceful way to spend the afternoon. The clouds blurred as his eyes slid closed at the tender affection, his breaths deepening. Deep breaths in through his nose, smelling the wildflowers. A rabbit was nearby, chomping as quietly as it could on some grass, its hops barely whispers as it braved further away from its burrow. Geralt could hear the gentle chuffing of its babies hidden away, the call of a hawk overhead that sent the rabbit scurrying. The scent of budding trees, of a little mouse that had found some seeds to munch. The scent of his bard, his oils and shampoo and the hint of river on the both of them, and the growing scent of-

A snort brought them both a bit out of the peace, and Geralt cracked his eyes just enough to smirk down at the startled confusion growing on his bard’s face.

“Really?”

Those pretty pink lips pouted up at him as if Jaskier wasn’t fully aware of what was growing in his pants. Geralt made a show of raising one of his eyebrows, raking his gaze down, down his bard, straight to stare at his crotch just long enough to get his point across before flicking his eyes right back up.

It took a few seconds for his bard to catch up, Geralt watching the thoughts clear as day on Jaskier’s face, until red spread pretty across his cheeks and darkened the speckle of freckles there. Jaskier sputtered a bit and Geralt had to bite back a wider grin, starts to words that had no finish dropping between them before Jaskier cut himself off with a whine, ducking in to nuzzle into his chest and push the rest of his body closer.

“That’s not fair, Geralt - what, can you, I don’t know, smell it or something?”

Geralt didn’t respond to that, just reached up to tug a stray curl back behind Jaskier’s ear. His bard peeked up at him with another adorable pout jutting out his lower lip, his nose scrunched up as he waited for his ‘ridiculous suggestion’ to be shot down.

But it wasn’t shot down. And Jaskier frowned, and then he squeaked, climbing on top of Geralt to straddle him and poke a very firm finger straight into the chest he’d just been nuzzling.

“You and your- your entirely unfair witcher ways! Are you telling me you could tell all this time? Every time?” Geralt didn’t stop his grin this time and the indignation just grew, hand gestures growing wider. “That is- Geralt, how am I suppose to walk through life knowing you can smell my erection? How am I ever supposed to get up of a morning knowing my every waking naughty thought will be given away? Which yes is entirely too often but you’re entirely not fair, have you looked in a mirror in the past decade? Cruelty, unfair, entirely too sexy for your own good, for anyone’s own good-”

Jaskier went on like that, ranting like only he could, while Geralt eventually tuned his words out just to listen to the lilt of his voice. And the bard made a rather pretty picture himself, straddling him like that. His chemise was loose, showing off curls of dark hair that Geralt could run his fingers through for an eternity and never be bored of it. Broad tanned shoulders, a soft stomach barely hidden underneath his clothes, his pants a wonderful shade of green that fit in with the waking world around them.

A very pretty picture, but a noisy one at the moment. Geralt sighed but Jaskier went on, wildly flourishing his hands as if it was the end of the world that Geralt could smell his arousal. An arousal that had notably not died down, still pressing against the fabric of his pants, catching Geralt’s eyes and making him tilt his head in that way that Jaskier insisted was ‘adorable’ - though Geralt didn’t think he was capable of such a thing.

His thigh twitched with a rather mischievous thought, and as Geralt’s gaze traveled back up to Jaskier’s face, cheeks still stained pink from his rather unnecessary embarrassment, he thought there perhaps that voice would do better singing for him than ranting about his dramatics.

He’d been called an asshole before, and Geralt had never disagreed with the label. But he was lucky enough that Jaskier for the most part never minded - and he greatly doubted Jaskier would mind his next movement.

As Jaskier waved one of his delicate looking wrists in the air, dandelion seeds drifting on the wind about them, Geralt shifted beneath him until he had room to lift up one of his thighs. Before Jaskier could catch his movement it pressed up into him, cutting his bard off with a gasp, his eyes fluttering as Geralt’s smile showed teeth.

“That’s-” Jaskier pressed right down onto his thigh, his hands coming down to support him, and he didn’t waste any time in making it more enjoyable for himself. Shifting down, one hand placed on Geralt’s chest to support him, Jaskier straddled his thigh and slowly ground down onto it. A pretty moan escaped his lips and his tongue darted out as if to catch it.

It was a lovely show, watching as Jaskier pressed down onto him, sought out his own pleasure by rubbing against his thick thigh. Geralt pillowed his head on his arms and just watched, not moving his leg, letting Jaskier set his own pace and feeling pride bubble up in his chest at how pretty he sung for him. On a particularly rough grind Jaskier whimpered and rutted against him faster, making Geralt’s own cock twitch - but he wasn’t really in the mood for pleasure, so he ignored it in favor of the show.

Though he made for a beautiful picture, back lit by the sun and clouds, a pretty blue above that couldn’t quite beat the beautiful blue of his eyes, Jaskier wasn’t purposely looking good for a show. He didn’t touch his own skin like he did when he rode Geralt, didn’t skim his hands down his chest and stomach to show it off. Didn’t bite his lip or run and tangle his fingers into his curls. The emotions that crossed his face were not stressed or controlled, his noises slipped out without thought, his body moving without any purpose beyond pleasuring himself - and it made it a moment Geralt wanted to sear into his memory forever. That Jaskier could let go like this for him. That he trusted that Geralt didn’t mind, trusted that Geralt did not judge him for his desires. How human Jaskier allowed himself to be, imperfect and all the more beautiful for it.

“Fuck,” Jaskier cursed on an exhale, his movements already shaking, his cock dripping enough precum that it soaked into the front of his pants. Geralt could almost feel it wetting his own. “Geralt I- fuck you’re gorgeous, so gorgeous, I want to-” his hips stuttered, breath catching on a moan, brown curls caught on the wind and dancing. “Can- can I get off on your stomach? Gods it’d be so soft, feel so good, I- fuck.”

That was something he’d never requested before. Geralt quirked an eyebrow, belying another twitch of his own cock, but he grunted out “If you must.” And he had to bite back a chuckle at how quickly Jaskier’s fingers went for the ties of his pants.

Jaskier’s cock was leaking profusely though that wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. It looked like it was aching from it, hard and red and angry when he fished it out of his pants and smalls, and Jaskier whined as he couldn’t help but stroke himself a few times. His hips bucked with it, a greedy and wanting noise slipping from between his wet lips - but then he was slipping down Geralt’s leg to straddle his hips, and his cock was pushed against the soft skin of his stomach.

It didn’t slide against him very easily. The precum leaking from the tip helped, but Jaskier didn’t seem to care, holding onto his cock and gently rubbing it against him, jaw wide and loose like it was the single most pleasurable act Jaskier had ever experienced. Geralt cocked his head and tore his gaze away from Jaskier to watch his cock rub circles on him, precum dribbling faster and catching in the hair that curled white all over his abdomen.

Honestly, Geralt didn’t quite understand it. Wasn’t entirely sure what had Jaskier’s breath coming so fast, his heart beating so quick at rubbing against his soft stomach. But he didn’t really care. Jaskier’s hips jerked and he fought to keep himself reigned in, to keep his movements steady and slow, and Geralt just watched him and let him. Let him take this pleasure, smelling the arousal coming off of him in waves, listening to the rhythm of his breaths and body and heart. And Geralt memorized every little detail, from the flutter of his long eyelashes to the way his fingers dug into Geralt’s side, nails just at the edge of biting him.

Jaskier whimpered, long and shaking, when he came. It was desperate, his face scrunching up, eyes shut tight as if he was grasping onto the pleasure with all of his might. Geralt reached out to take hold of one of his hands, letting Jaskier clench his fingers as hard as he needed, bringing them up to brush his lips against the knuckles as Jaskier spilled all over his stomach.

His bard almost collapsed onto him, but Geralt moved him before that could happen, bringing him down with a shush at his further whimpers and letting him rest once more in the crook of his arm. And Jaskier came down slow, heartbeat eventually matching the rhythm of his deepening breaths, eyes still scrunched up tight as if he didn’t want to let go of what he’d been feeling.

When Geralt ran his fingers through his curls, they were damp with sweat. He hummed, not minding, just holding him close as he melted against him.

Eventually, Jaskier stretched, letting his arm flop against Geralt’s chest and legs tangle with his once more. He almost made an effort to open his eyes. Almost. Instead he frowned lightly, nuzzling into Geralt and as he moved impossibly closer.

“Want me to return the favor, love?” His words were light things that could have been carried off by the wind if Geralt’s hearing had been even slightly worse.

In truth, Geralt was turned on. How could he not be when Jaskier had ridden his thigh and stomach so beautifully? But he thought it over for a minute, the cool breeze tickling his face with a few stray white hairs, the scent of wildflowers coming back to him as the one of arousal dissipated.

“No,” he said finally, pulling Jaskier closer to kiss the top of his head. Despite the interest his body had shown he found he wasn’t in the mood himself, content enough to let Jaskier have his pleasure and leave it at that.

Jaskier just hummed, not questioning him further, and a small smile tugged at Geralt’s lips knowing there would be no hurt feelings over it. His bard’s fingers eventually went back to lazily tracing patterns into his skin, though he made a bit of a yucky face when they found the sticky mess he’d left of Geralt’s stomach hairs. Still they were both far too content to clean up just yet, not even wasting the energy to tuck Jaskier’s softening cock back away in his pants as they laid there, relaxed, enjoying the non-harsh sun and the clouds that lazed across the sky overhead.

“Coin for your thoughts?” Jaskier whispered into his chest after a time, and Geralt grunted, not even opening his eyes to look down as he responded.

“A bigger food budget.”

A moment later, and Jaskier’s laugh filled the field around them, sharp and uncontained, a laugh that was so far away from the performance he played that it drew a chuckle out of Geralt as well. That they could be themselves around each other, that they could be so carefree and human, was the most joyous thing Geralt had ever found in his long, long life - and that they’d discovered a new way to have fun was exciting, and Geralt was certainly going to take advantage of this new discovery. How could he not, when his reward was a well-pleased bard melting in his arms.

[yandere-sins]

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And day seven, I’ll try to catch up today but work just robbed me of my strength to correct my stuff in time to post sorry OTL This part isn’t super graphic but please do proceed with caution for sensitive content!

Rated Lemon

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There was something different about Rhys when compared to other lovers you had before him.

Every one of his touches was so greedy, rash, and unpredictable. As if it was his goal to devour you, and he was attacking you much more than he was caressing you. His hand would be on top of your hip and then suddenly beneath your thigh, clenching down into your flesh to the point it was tear-inducing.

You didn’t have much time to complain as just a second later, he’d rapidly change the position again, and his hand would find a new place to linger. So far, you had only known the passionate love-making with someone you cared about, and - you assumed - cared about you too. It left a weird feeling in your mind that Rhys could say he loved you while he treated you so roughly at the same time. 

“W-Wait, slow down,” you asked of him in the heat of the moment. It was hard to outright admit that whatever he was feeling, you definitely did not feel when he was so passionate about it. The ecstatic in his face was clear as the moonlight, his voice so enamored no matter what sound he made. But more than once did you feel a sting of pain as his member penetrated you. You had been barely ready when you two started, and you still weren’t entirely adjusted to him pounding into you.

From an onlooker’s and his own point of view, Rhys was loving. He did kiss up and down the leg that laid over his shoulder, and murmured sweet nothings into your ear if the position allowed it. At the same time though, he held your hand so tight it was as if he was trying to crush your bones. The mattress you always thought was comfy felt like cement in your back as he pressed you into it, made you arch your back, and buried your shoulders deep.

However, the worst was when he wrapped his hands around your throat.

Perhaps for some, this was a pleasant experience. Build on trust and knowing what both of the participants were doing, this could have been nice. But to you, it was literal torture. You gasped as you pulled at his arms, tearing out the little hairs on them, trying to fill your lungs with the air he wasn’t allowing you. But it seemed to only spur him on, his movements becoming even more rapid. 

This… this was not how you wanted to be loved. Rhys had made a point to ignore your comments in favor of ravaging you more, so talking to him was useless. Even when you stemmed your right leg into his hip, he didn’t stop, but he at least let go of your throat in favor of caressing your thigh again, moving your foot out of the way. 

With your body already aching under his constant, harassing touches, you couldn’t bear to look at him genuinely. Your expressions were different, like day and night, his full of adoration and excitement, and yours pained and fearful. You felt the soreness at your entrance and the bruising of your skin. There were streaks of red all over you, all showing what you’ve been through and who put them on you. 

At least to him, you were even more beautiful than ever, with all the blemish.

You were like an extraordinarily rare present, all suited to his taste and made for him. Even if you wriggled or put on a stern expression, Rhys still loved every inch of your body. And he loved it the way he thought was right so that you’d know he loved you too. By the way you’d mutter his name, or gasp and moan whenever he hit the right spot, you told him that you understood too, and it was almost as if you two knew each other for a while, rather than just two weeks.

But that all didn’t change the fact that it wasn’t a pleasant experience at all, and you were nothing but thankful when it finally ended, his body slumping on top of you while Rhys caught his breath. Now more than ever did you just want to be comforted and told everything was okay, especially with how anxious every fiber of your being felt - both from the happenings that evening and the sex.

As if he could read those thoughts, Rhys propped himself on his underarms, hands brushing over the curve of your head, a few, fluttering kisses all over your cheekbones, nose, and lips. “Don’t push me away again, okay?” he mumbled soothingly, and you leaned into his hand before nodding. It was still the same Rhys, but he almost felt like a different person entirely, calm and caring again. 

In the end, he was a different person entirely once he wasn’t overcome with passion, and you preferred this one much more. It only showed again that you perhaps weren’t thinking too positively about him, but he wasn’t a bad person in the end. In the morning, when everything was calmer, you’d talk with him about his behavior and how it hurt you.

But now, you were just relieved he wasn’t angry anymore, as he assured you when he planted more kisses on your face. You reciprocated them, slinging your arms around his neck to kiss him back properly. His arms around you were warm and comforting, just what you needed. As quick as he had become affectionate, he sighed blissfully and relieved himself of your hold, making a trip to the bath to clean up. Instantly, you missed his embrace when it suddenly vanished as he got up to refresh himself in the bathroom. Now alone, it was pretty cold, and you dug for the blanket to cover yourself, contemplating putting on a shirt for the night, but before you could think it over, he was back, slipping under the covers close to you.

Even with your bodies snuck against each other, it wasn’t uncomfortable now, and you feared breaking this intimacy if you were to say you wanted to get up real quick too. This evening had exhausted you in more than one way, and if you were honest, you just wanted it to be over now. It was already in the early hours of the morning, and you’d have to get up semi-early again, so all you wanted was some peace and more importantly: Rest for your roused soul.

And at least now, with his fingers intertwined with yours and his arm around you, warming you, his touch was very much bearable.

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[despaired-hcs]

May I request for Kokichi’s s/o giving him affection and love when he’s sad. Like he’s good at hiding his emotions, but s/o would piece everything that happened in the day and would come to the conclusion that he needs love, especially when most of the characters don’t treat him kindly. So she goes to him, and nonchalantly hugs his back, kiss his face for “no reason”, talk about how much he means to her, and more loving stuff to make him feel better. We stan for Kokichi having a better mentality

We stan for Kokichi having a better mentality indeed

Word count: 1194

A/N: I loved this request and maybe that’s why it got kinda big hehe. Kokichi def acts like a tsundere when it comes to intimacy, always denying his feelings and trying to push you away because he’s just so used to being alone. I wrote this like reader and Kokichi aren’t in a relationship but have something going on. I hope you like it!

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Kokichi is certain everyone hates and despise him.

He can see it in their eyes as he enters the room and everyone’s stare demand him to leave immediately, like he doesn’t belong there; He can hear it in the quiet whispers they exchange when he decides to say and force his presence into them; And, above all, he can feel it. Like an obscure shadow engulfing him as he finally walks away under the judgmental eyes of his colleagues.

Well, that’s what he wanted, right? To be the villain they needed so much. The one they’d blame and throw the rocks at when things got rough. He’s the hero covered with lies and sins, about to sacrifice himself for his fellow friends.

But, now, here he is: looking at the bubbly water in the sink of the empty kitchen like it was about to tell him a joke. Or a secret. Or just some random fact. Anything. The bubbles could tell him literally anything they wanted and he would be grateful, willing to keep the conversation forever.

Because Kokichi feels alone. He feels like suffocating during the nighttime, the quietness being too loud inside his own dark room. Kokichi learned the hard way that being alone with his own thoughts wasn’t really a good idea, especially not for so long. He thought he could do it, he thought he could do anything he wanted. He’s the Supreme Leader, after all.

But it just hurts too much.

The short boy sighs in annoyance, rolling his eyes at the stupid bubbles that couldn’t even start a conversation. He’s about to turn his back to the white sink, but the feeling of two hands slowly caressing his torso makes him freeze in the spot.

The air scapes from Kokichi’s lungs as he sees two arms gently wrapping his chest and his knees tremble at the soft squeeze that follow. He instinctively leans against the warm chest pressing his back, closing his eyes to take in the sweet sensation.

“Are you okay?” Your worried voice sends shivers down his spine and he gulps. “You have been by the sink for quite some time now.”

You speak each word with so much attention and care, it makes his heart flutter and blood rise to his pale face. Kokichi had never been so grateful for you not looking him in the eyes, otherwise he’d have to create a hundred lies to explain his flushed cheeks.

“I was making sure Gonta didn’t leave any bugs in the sugar bowl.” He quickly lies, too distracted by the feeling of your fingers brushing his abdomen to think about a better excuse.

You chuckle against his head at the obvious lie but doesn’t point it out, which he’s very thankful for. Instead, your beautiful arms hug him a little bit tighter as your lips gently kiss his left temple. “You’re so attentive.”

His purple eyes wide at the compliment and he gasps quietly in your grip, almost offended by the words. Why are you like this? He tries to ignore your kind words and open guard, but you always get him like this in the end: slowly melting in your arms, his heart beating one mile per second and his cheeks gradually turning pink. In your embrace he finds peace like nowhere else and how come you never take advantage of it? You just… comfort him without asking a question.

And it’s regrettably exciting.

Kokichi grabs both your hands and remove them from his chest to prevent you from feeling his increased heartbeats, almost regretting it the moment your touch leaves his body. How do you make this to him?

“Or maybe I was putting the bugs myself, nishishi~” He turns around to show you his devilish smirk, hoping it would be enough to make you go away.

He shouldn’t have done it. Now he can see your bright eyes curving as you smile at him, stealing his breath away once again. You seem to notice his reaction as your gaze falls to his lips slowly dropping his smirk and he curses mentally. His mind starts combining words that’ll surely make you turn his back to him.

“I trust you.” You say the moment he opens his mouth. Kokichi feels his palms sweating as he blinks at you. “And I know you don’t mean harm, you’re not like that.”

A small, tender smile adorns your gracious face as you brush one lock of his purple hair away from his eyes. “You’re important too, y’know?”

For a moment, Kokichi can’t think straight. Your eyes, your smile, the way your slender, soft finger traces the lines of his face and the closeness between you two… it’s too much. He is supposed to be hated, insulted and left alone. He’s a disgrace, a lie walking in two legs and pretending to be a person. He’s a monster.

But the press of your lips on his forehead tells him otherwise. His eyes flutter shut as your attentive hands cup his face and his trembling ones grip your waist weakly. You proceed to kiss his cheekbones with the same tenderness as before, making him sigh audible in return.

It is almost overwhelming the amount of care you manage to put in each kiss, and Kokichi wouldn’t mind drowning in it. His ego is long forgotten as you cover every inch of his face with soft kisses, your lips wet with some of the tears that escaped from between his eyelids without his consent. Nose, temples, cheeks, jawline and eyelids: your angelic lips reassure your words with each touch.

But then your mouth leaves his face and all he can feel is your tangled hands caressing his scalp just the way he likes, giving him goosebumps. Hesitantly, Kokichi opens his puffy, red eyes to you and a smirk forms on his lips at the closeness of your face. You’re looking at him, only him.

It feels amazing.

Suddenly, he isn’t afraid of you or your intimacy anymore. His boldness comes back to him and he cups your face with one hand, bringing your lips to finally touch where he wanted the most. The distance between you two is closed as his mouth covers yours in a long, soft peck. Kokichi practically purrs in satisfaction when you turn your head to one side and deepens the kiss, seeking more of him as your fingers tug some of his hair.

He sucks on your lower lip, his teeth brushing lightly against it as he pulls away to look at you again. He wants - needs - to see your reaction. A frown, tears or an insult… he is ready for any of this. But what you show him are enamored eyes and an excited smile. His heart skips a beat at the sight of it.

“Come with me?” You ask softly.

And at this moment, when Kokichi grabs your hand and allows you to take him away, he just knows: his plan didn’t work and he isn’t hated by everyone. He didn’t become the villain just yet. One person escaped from his manipulations and wrapped him around their little finger.

You never cease to unmask him, to see behind his lies. You’re always looking at him. And the worst part is that you don’t even know how much it affects him, how weak he gets when you act so affectionate towards him.That’s exactly what he fears but also loves about you.

Having someone caring and cheering for him… Kokichi may one day get used to it.

[glitterytidalwavedragon]

Seto Kaiba Relationship Head Cannons (American dub Kaiba)

Okay, so I have two head cannons about Kaiba. One is when he is a teenager and the other is when an adult. These will be based off of anime American dub Kaiba, I will do 2 others for the Japanese anime and Manga. (KaibaxReader)

Teenager:

 Kaiba is not the type to ever realize when he likes someone. Ever. Kaiba will just know when you are around he feels a bit more anxiety and feels his paranoia get the best of him. So in order to deal with this, he will insult you every second he can. Joey thought he had it bad, but not as bad as the one who won Kaiba’s affection. 

Yugi would be the one to notice followed by Tea. Both are not oblivious to the emotions of others. Tea would drop hints towards Kaiba’s affection to you, but due to the horrible treatment, you assume she is crazy. 

Yugi would not openly point out Kaiba’s feelings, and often has to tell Tea to let the CEO keep to his insults. 

It would take Tea talking to Mokuba and Mokuba asking his brother about it for the young CEO to realize it, and oh man when he does. 

Kaiba, not wanting to admit he wants anyone, will fight it tooth and nail. Those insults, gone, he acts like you aren’t even in the room. 

You duel someone, he walks away or actively scowls at your opponent if he has to stay. 

Even Mokuba’s insistence won’t make the older Kaiba admit to liking you. No, it takes a train-wreck of an event to make that happen, and he still isn’t the one to tell you. 

One way or another Joey will find out, and when Kaiba starts his rant about needing no one and liking nothing, Joey will throw him under the bus when you are there, outing Kaiba’s feelings. 

Kaiba is not much of a liar, so when he is confronted with his feelings he will merely glare and walk away. 

If the reader shows interest, Kaiba will be willing to bite the line, but on his terms. 

Before long he will have a schedule for the reader, giving them all the time slots Kaiba will be alone in his office. He would expect the reader to spend time with him whenever possible. 

If the reader complies, Kaiba will become more outwardly affectionate when alone. 

There will be times where Kaiba will lay across the couch with his head on the reader’s lap whilst he works. 

When he has declared work is done for the day, it becomes a literal cuddle fest. Kaiba, who been deprived of affection through his life, will soak it in as if it were to be fleeting. 

If the reader has patience to deal with his neediness, he will eventually make a workspace in the reader’s home, be it he takes over the desk in the bedroom or manages to get your parents to agree to forfeiting the living-room when he is around. 

There is also no getting rid of him. 

You will never be able to breakup with him because he won’t allow it, and assume you were being emotional. 

However, if you betray his trust, it is all over. Seto Kaiba will not only drop you like a ton of bricks, but your life and the life of your family will feel his wrath as well. 

Be warn, this boy is all actions and will not give verbal affirmation but will need to be verbally validation. 

Adult: 

Kaiba is not the type to take long-term lovers at first. He understands he has needs and will have them met, so being a virgin is a wrong assumption. 

But be warned if you sleep with him on the first meeting/date. Not only will he refuse to do much else but lower his pants, he will be a completely selfish lover. 

There will be no gentle caressing, honeyed words or affection of any type. You will be asked to leave the moment he is finished. 

To get under this man’s skin, the reader must refuse all his advances. Kaiba isn’t use to people saying no to him, at least not for long, so when you say no, he becomes determine to get a yes. 

The reader has to be careful here, while Kaiba needs to be awarded with physical affirmation, but he is quick to try and push those limits. He must be made aware of the boundaries. 

Expect close to six months of this back and forth. It will take him this long for him to acknowledge any emotional connection he might have made towards you. 

Then the small gifts start. Kaiba will want to test the waters. If you prove to only accept the most expensive gifts he put little meaning into, Kaiba will go no further. 

His gift giving is a game, he wants to know if after all this time if you can read which of his intentions is pure or notice that he has remembered the little things about you. 

If you make it past this, Kaiba will then bring you to his charity events, the ones he cares about, involving kids. 

Should you not enjoy spending time with the little ones, Kaiba will also write you off. Nervousness is okay, being rude or completely disgusted means he can’t picture you as a fellow parent. 

Kaiba wants children. While he would adopt, he would also have his own, this will come up in conversation after the charity. 

Also, expect all other his need for sexual delights to come to a complete halt. Those lustful kisses, now become soft and gentle. Those rough caresses becomes feather light touches on your skin. 

The man is like day and night.

Also expect the man to make time for you during the week more than before. Kaiba will want you around during what he considers to be downtime. 

Kaiba will enjoy times where you are on his lap as he seats at his desk. The man enjoys the moments of cuddling. 

If working on a mobile device or iPad, he will have you both on a couch, with you cuddling on top of him as he works. 

Intimacy is different. Kaiba becomes uncharacteristically shy as he gets undressed. 

The moment you see his scars, he will study you, should you react with tenderness and quiet understanding, he will precede to spend the night with you as intended. 

Should you ask about the scars, sex will no longer be on the table but he will give you the smallest explanation he can. Expect a night of intense cuddling.  

The moment you start spending time in his bed, expect late nights with him reading philosophy to you and expecting a discussion after each chapter. 

Kaiba enjoys talking with a sharp mine, if you are only entertained by tik tok or other videos on social media, at any point in the relationship, it will come to a end. (Though he doesn’t mind if it is considered only part of what entertains you.)

Kaiba isn’t the type to wait either. After a year of dating, you will be asked to marry him and he will have that wedding as soon as possible. 

[capriccio-con-espressione]

N(oona) C(raving) T(endencies)

This is my 3k words of analysis of NCT members who I think are likely to have a noona kink based on the ask. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:

By this I am not saying that other members not mentioned here don't have any possibility to date an older female/enjoys referring to their dommes as noona, it's just like the tendency/preference isn't that clear or obvious in my opinion. Do not send in rude comments just because you disagree though I will appreciate some feedback.

Warning: Sub!Taeyong, Sub!Jungwoo, Sub!Mark, Sub!Xiaojun, Sub!Jaemin, Domme!Reader, Femdom, Noona kink, Degradation, Whipping, Spanking, Pegging, Public humiliation, Role-play, Oral sex, Sex toys, Dry humping, Dildo riding, Mentions of mental health issues/negative emotions

Taeyong

This boi is insufferably kinky and subby

In Baby Don't Like It he stated he likes it rough

In Whiplash he literally emphasized again how much of a painslut he is

And his ideal type is “Someone who can teach me, lead me, and make up for my flaws.”

To conclude this, Tyongie may be craving for a strong, mature female's guidance when he's lost and insecure, a noona domme who can heal all the anxiety, stress and inner guilt he's been through by her ruthless discipline, plus, the age hierarchy implied in the title will allow him to sink into his headspace even more.

He's such a sucker for this torment that, with one stern look from you, he will automatically strip naked and ready himself in the humiliating positions assigned by you before without any spoken command, and obediently waits for the first slap/whip while trembling in both anticipation and thrill

I can totally picture him begging his noona for more punishment, though already red, sore and sobbing

"...Ahhh noona I'm sorry... *sniffles* please punish me more for being a bad, ill-mannered boy...don't stop mmmff-"

However, that being said, if that noona domme is actually younger than him, he may be down for the added humiliation due to the role reversal

Imagine that younger domme dismissively orders him to call her "noona" in public, and commands him to use honorifics to speak to her, the exact type and wording that make him sound humbled…

He will be turned on by that while people around you shoot puzzled gazes toward you as they wonder why the hierarchy dynamics aren’t in the right place, making Taeyong feel embarrassed as well as aroused

By the way, some role-plays can be added to spice up your sex lives as well, e.g. CEO x employee, professor x student, guard x prisoner, to name a few, as long as you are in power and makes sure to beat the naughtiness and disobedience out of him

Though being intensely kinky during the session, aftercare for this precious boy has to be really fulfilling as well

So you have to be able to play an attentive caring role just like a noona (a little bit maternal figure as well, I have to admit)

Make sure the process is all intimate and brimming with praises, reassuring the broken figure that the "bad boy" is "forgiven" to thoroughly sew up his wounds

Bubble bath, scented candles with calming aroma, sensual massage with essential oils of his favorite scent and texture, or having some good quality snacks while cuddling, are all good options for aftercare because all of them can reinforce the idea that he’s “worthy” of anyone’s love and attention due to the physical contact and interactions allowed in them 

So steamy and sensual that if done correctly, Taeyong may be in the mood for another round of vanilla sex to get an extra gratifying orgasm again

Jungwoo

A clingy little pup that will follow you around and will cutely pout when not given enough attention or skinship

Loves to be babied and taken care of, so he would love the accompany of a sweet caring noona to make him feel at ease (borderline mommy kink as well)

Remember that Valentine's Day Facetime vid where he just referred to the viewer insert as "noona"? That probably implied his preference for an older female figure

Will do anything to please you since he's very love-starved and doesn't want you to feel uncared for because he knows too well how much that sucks, he will shower you with the same amount of affection he expects from you as well

Anxious and always worries about if he's still "needed", so that's why he will opt for a perspicacious noona to counsel him for his delicate soul to rely on, and shower him with the adequate amount of love then pamper him 

Melts at cute pet names such as pup, angel, prince, little fairy, snoopy or any endearing terms because they make intimacy upgrade to another level

May act a bit playful or even borderline bratty from time to time, mainly to spice things up and get some sexy punishment to release his excess nervousness

But hardcore stuff definitely isn't for him, since the soft boy can't tolerate much pain. 

Light impact play on his erogenous zones is fine, but he enjoys the feelings of vulnerability and exposure more rather than the pain itself

The type to let out loud moans even when just getting his underwear peeled down because the instant when the air hits his flesh is a huge turn-on for him, so much to the extent he is yearning to beg you to fuck him just from getting naked

Very sensitive, literally gasps, squirms and grinds every time when you caress or slap his sweet zones and will beg you to stop though you know he's enjoying it too much

Will repeat your title like a mantra as if it's the only thing that can keep him sane

Be wailing like "Hnnngh noona pretty pleeaase stop spanking me ahhh noona no I'll be a good boy pleaseee it stings noona I'm sorryyy hahhh" but the way how his hips rock against your lap will betray his words, giving you more reason to torture him

Loves being pegged and used, or getting his all possible sensitive spots stimulated and stuffed at once because he just lusts after every inch of his body being thoroughly pleasured inside-out, and drown in the depths of overstimulation and hedonistic ecstasy to feel completely loved and secured

Edging is really suitable for this delicate boy because of the enhanced experience after prolonged denial, which makes the orgasm more earth-shattering than ever

Though he will be a teary puddle and begs you to end the ordeal, the uncertainty and feebleness associated with edging will turn his mind into a soaring frenzy state even more, enabling him to release all his pent-up frustrations and negativity while finally allowed to empty his balls

Likely to get emotional and will hold on to you very tight during post-climax aftercare due to the intense sensation that just washed through his mind and body, feeling extra fragile and really needs to be thoroughly cared for

Petting his head, kissing his tears away with "I love you"s constantly coming out of your lips is a must, as he drifts to sleep like a fallen angel nestled in his safe space, which is the warm spot between your chest and your arms

Mark

An easily flustered mess when it comes to straightforward proactive girls 

Having left his family and devoted himself to the industry at such a tender age, he may want to be the more passive, dependent one in a relationship to make up for his lost adolescence

So he's probably looking for someone who he can rely on and takes the initiative in bed, while all he has to do is to close his eyes and enjoy himself

When he finds you, to whom he trusts enough to pour his doubts and perplexion about life, and is always guaranteed to receive some really thoughtful response, he sees you as someone very valuable.

But more than that, you are a woman who seems to have endless fuel of passion, the exact type with whom Mark can replenish his strength when he got engulfed by the abyss of stress

Also, you are notably witty with words that sometimes aids his lyric writing process, but that means he can never win against you in any friendly bickers as well, especially when you cite some of his lyrics to roast him that renders him speechless.

Yet somehow, he gets hooked to the feeling of being a powerless flustered bundle in front of you

Gradually it develops into dirty imagination of you manipulating him into a mindless mess

And you are exactly the burning blaze that will scorch his body with vehement desires, make him so depraved yet still internally demand more

Never did he realize that being obedient for a noona figure will feel this good until he met you, his ideal match

You will guide him how to touch himself properly like a big sis, then demonstrate it yourself followed by some edging, as he whimpers at the sense of loss every time his build-up is ruined, pleading you with those big puppy eyes

And when you get to peg him, he will love the feeling that he's completely owned by you, getting his ass spanked while fucked also serves as a good reminder of who he belongs to

Doesn't talk much during sex to indulge fully. Expect some incoherent moans and weak chants of your title from him instead

But the boy also knows how to reciprocate when he's ordered to. He knows how to work that rapper tongue too well even if his brain is not fully functioning

His tongue can do wonders to your folds and is guaranteed to perform great with your strap in his mouth, looking up at you with those pretty doe eyes all the time to see if you like how he's doing

Will probably require some time and space for himself to just chill and cool down during aftercare instead of being very clingy, all you need to do is to make sure he’s comfy, or place a glass of drink he likes beside him while he’s organizing his thoughts or doing anything that fits his mood. 

No extra words or skinship is needed at this moment because based on your understanding and observations of him, he’ll be fully recharged when you decide he is most of the time

Xiaojun

A sensitive, sentimental bub that ponders a lot about lots of things

Passionate about music, and perhaps some classic literature or philosophy

So he may want his partner to share the same interests so he can love the way she wanna talk even more

Likely to crumble for a woman who’s sophisticated, cultured and speaks in a refined manner, and is often willing to discuss some profound matters with him, to the extent sometimes Xiaojun cannot keep up easily and may feel a bit flustered, but is secretly admiring her wits deep down while she’s patiently explaining some new art concepts or ideas to him

Hence, when he finds you, who is capable of playing that role and opening up new worlds to him, he is not only delighted but also excited and intrigued, anticipating every chance to talk to you more but when he finally seizes the opportunity, he will appear to smile shyly, avoiding your gaze all the time but whenever he slightly peeks at you, his eyes will be glittering with dreamy haze of enchantment

Because to him, knowledgeable women seem to have boundless potential that makes them distinctively mysterious as well as alluring, and he’s all about succumbing to that vast endearing wilderness, with you being the compass controlling his every move (lowkey sapiosexual I guess)

The fact that you are the embodiment of versatility, artistic grace, and mellow charisma, yet all cordial to him just like a jiě jie (noona in Mandarin) next door will flutter his heart as he falls for you even more

So once you finally end up in bed, he will be very enthralled and eager to please, and will literally subserviently worship every inch of your body as if you are a Goddess while complimenting you all the time

Yet not long after he will be amazed by another fact about you, that is, you are the definition of the saying “Sweet in the streets, freak in the sheets”

Xiaojun will soon find himself restrained while bent in compromising positions, with toys he never imagined a sweet person like you will ever own torturing his body and lust-crazed soul, as you whisper nasty degrading things to him, skewing and corrupting some classic literary works during the process, which makes him intoxicated in another sinfully imaginative aspect of your mind

Since he’s a sucker for anything about you, neglect play is a perfect way to torment him. 

Chain him up and place a toy on him, which can be either a vibrator or a prostate massager, before leaving him untouched, and watch him writhe and moan helplessly in unsatisfied heat, with his distinctive brows furrowed, eyes glossy with plead and need, a beautiful image perfect to be ruined

Open to lots of kinks since you are able to make them gratifying and mind-blowing every time as he becomes closer to your ideal notion of subby boy toy with every progress

Will still remain a blushy mess when ordered to beg or admit something humiliating even after getting fucked multiple times, though he likes it so much 

Something simple and lewd like “jiě jie please come in and fuck my slutty hole” “My pathetic dick only exists to be ravished by jiě jie” works well for him as he finally climaxes

This precious pretty boy is not all passive when receiving aftercare. Instead, he will sensually plant kisses all over your body while telling you how good you made him feel and how deeply he loves you

Melts and buries his face into the crook of your neck or sheets later on when you say the same back to him and praise him for taking you so well

Few moments of silent bliss will pass between you before you guide him back to reality again 

Jaemin

Another little painslut that wishes to be tamed and roughed up

His tolerance of pain may not be as high as Taeyong, but he likes the humiliation as much as the older does

Being an idol is stressful and suppressing, so he desperately needs to find some release through some pleasurable pain for the endorphin rush

Preferably receiving it from a noona-like figure who definitely knows what she’s doing, and again the hierarchy from her title will enable him to feel floaty and more deserving of the punishment

He’s the type to be horny really often and does barely anything to hide it, qualifying him as a very communicative, responsive and expressive sub

So he acts up all flirty and bratty in front of females who he deems as potential targets, to evaluate who’s probably sadistic enough to cater to his needs judging from their reactions, and of course, your dismissive attitude and sharp chastisement on his behavior intrigue him

Then he will make a further approach to gain your attention, from unsolicited winks and aegyo to cheesy pick-up lines, even going as far as some skinship that you are smart enough to know how intentional it is, all screaming brat demeanor that gets you irritated and riled up

Once he finally successfully gets you to bare his bottom and bend him over your lap, he’s a mesmerized moaning mess while enjoying basking in your tauntingly degrading words, admitting he’s noona’s dimwitted slut even before you ask him that

But of course, a sound spanking is still not enough to quench his submissive needs, he will literally shamelessly beg for more

In a provocative way

He will blatantly seduce you, from inappropriately touching you to straight-up humping you until you lose it to punish him for being obnoxiously needy, tying him up and dishing out toys or other implements that can deliver even more intense pain

At first, he will feign reluctance by pouting or complaining how much it hurts even though it’s still far from what he is able to take, in order to infuriate you and provoke more out of what you can give him

Being insatiable as he is, after some pain inflicted on him, he will reveal his true masochistic self and directly asks you to punish him harder just like Taeyong will do, but Jaemin’s self-degradation will be much more hardcore and a bit creative

“Noona please do it harder! Ahh- I’ve been badder than that! Make your naughty indecent-minded whore cum just by paddling me because I’m that pathetic mmmff-”

When you are dicking him down, he will beg you to destroy his hole and be really graphic about it, making his intentions of wanting you to abuse him like a fucktoy utterly clear to drive you wilder, with that iconic blissful smile plastered on his pretty features

He will be obsessed with your powerful strength while ramming into him so much that he will masturbate by riding a dildo while moaning loud enough for you to take notice and break into the room

After you are pissed that he’s playing with himself without your permission, he will be all like “But I missed noona’s big mighty cock so much that I can’t wait hnnnghh noona please come punish my horny hole and make it so swollen and sore that it won’t whore up ever again pleeaaseeeee”

You will definitely be so sexually active and satisfied with him as your sub because of his neediness and salacious talk to ignite your dominant desires

Even though he enjoys getting fucked all over to earn some revival to his work-drained soul, and appears to recover really quickly after orgasms, even capable of engaging in some playful conversations with you, it’s still likely for him to feel hollow and internally worn out due to the drastic neurochemical change but he won’t make it obvious

So you will need to be really observant and keep reassuring him for his well-being because all the excessive stress he’s been struggling through that makes him this submissive is stemmed from his desperate needs for praise and recognition

That’s also one of the reasons why I think he will be into a noona domme because approval from superiors is relatively more rewarding

But with proper aftercare, he’ll stay hooked to you and continue to pleasure both himself and you with matching kinky desires

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Rin Okumura Alphabet headcanons - [SFW]

A/N: aaaAAA hellO <_> ik ik i should be doing requests but djfjadffsj take this alphabet headcanons about our angel >:o so sorry for any grammar mistakes and if Rin is too ooc >:’) lemme know if ya wanna see n/sfw alphabet c:< ive stolen hc prompts from @/burnedbyshoto [x] 

Rin:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Super ultra affectionate baby. He's affectionate almost everywhere, no matter what's happening. In public tho, he's a bit shyer. He's down for holding hands, small kisses and so on. In private, however, it's gonna be hard to get him away from you, especially if something dangerous happened. He's a bit sad when you aren't much into affection, but will respect your decision; he isn't the type to force you into something you aren't comfortable with.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Saving other people in front of his eyes. He's literally gonna stand with his sword in his hand completely dumbstruck, only to "wake up" moments later feeling how proud he's of you. The feeling is so strong that it almost makes him wanna cry in the middle of an ongoing battle.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

YEEeeessS jjfdsjsf always!! Even tho he prefers having you in between his legs or on his lap with his strong arms around your waist, he won't complain when he's the small spoon and has his head on your chest with you gently playing with his soft hair; this position allows him to listen to your heartbeat and gives you an opportunity to watch him open up to you about things that bother him.

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

He just.. dreams of having a normal life with you. No more lies, no more things that could even further somehow destroy his life. Just you two, going to school together, work, marriage, and maybe kids. And then, getting old together.

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He's ready to do anything, anytime for you. He's doing most, not because you don't do much, but that he just wants to. He loves spoiling you and that will not change. All the damn time thinks about you, whether you're safe or happy. Sometimes he needs to be scolded for that because even tho it's extremely kind and caring of him, it leaves an impact on his actions throughout the day.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Rin immediately scoops you in his arms and hugs you tightly while whispering comforting words and how much he loves you. Despite that me himself may be scared, he handles it pretty well; the most important thing for him is to get you calm.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

He usually gives you small things since he can't really afford much - keychains, a CD of your fave singer/band, flowers, etc. He DOES actually get you a bit more expensive gift when he saves some money, and trust me, he's gonna be even happier to give it to you than you receiving the actual gift!

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

You don't have to ask twice for a hug, in fact, you don't even have to ask. Will whine until you won't hug him back. Rin NEEDS at least one hug every day; he just really loves having you in his arms, knowing you're safe, breathing, with him, that you didn't leave him. His hugs are always long, warm and comforting, sometimes he tears up due to how important hugging is for him and how emotionally vulnerable he's during it.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Kinda awkward when it comes to romance, but tries his best! Sometimes he tries too much and you both are like "............   ._.", but after some time he understands the whole thing and where it should stop. No problem with intimacy - if you want, he can make out with you in front of the whole crowd (with a blush on his cheeks).

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Rin does get jealous, but not because he doesn't trust you, but rather because he's a bit insecure about himself. He's aware of his past and he isn't perfect, not that he tries to be, but he does feel sadness/anger when some guys are having too much fun with you, even during a conversation. He'll get mad, have his way with that person, only to later get even madder at himself for doing that. He does apologize tho, he'd die of remorse otherwise.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Rin isn't a bad kisser, but he's far from being best; so yeah, he's somewhere in the middle. He loves, loves, loves kissing you!! He's a bit shy at first, but once you two get more experience together he doesn't wanna stop. Can't get enough of kissing you on your lips, forehead and on the crown of your head.

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Rin tends to say it after he wakes up and you happen to be in bed with him. He'll smile sweetly at you and softly place his hand on your cheek, tenderly caressing it with his thumb. "Good morning, baby. I love you."; He says it pretty often, but I assure you, every time he says it, he means it; prefers to say it - he isn't ashamed or anything, he's actually more happy to tell you than show you, cuz he isn't really good with it or hasn't figured it out yet. Rin's pretty good with words, and everything he says always comes directly from his heart.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Y e s  , y e s   and  y e s!! Without a second thought, this boy's heart belongs completely to you and if you agree to marry him he's gonna cry his eyes out from happiness!! He's a bit shy tho, so the ceremony would be only for your family and your close friends. Oh, have I mentioned he's also gonna cry during the ceremony??

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Doesn't really like going to fancy restaurants, but he will, if you show him your puppy eyes he can't resist. He really likes taking you to movies, or maybe giving you some cooking lessons... in private, where no one can interrupt you two. It honestly depends on you how often he takes you on dates - he's fine with both going pretty often or almost not at all.

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He normally doesn't let you cook since he prefers to do it himself, but from time to time, when his energy is totally drained or he's way too lazy, surprise surprise, you're the queen of the kitchen! He's quite curious about your cooking skills, and even tho he'd be half asleep on the couch, he'll still steal a glance at you. Ngl is kinda worried about whether you will burn down the kitchen or not.

P = Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Hell yes! He's such a goofball, but we all know that already. Sometimes, when he's in such a good mood, you two have pillow fights that usually end up with kisses. You will also catch him dancing to the rhythm of a song - he gets kinda embarrassed, but invites you to dance with him anyways.

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

YES! He's able to ask you a million questions about one thing. But don't worry, he can think using his own brain too, he just values your opinion more than his own.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Not much here - 50/50, kinda. Most of the time things are planned ahead, due to his [exorcist] school/work.

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

He's spooning you and no one will convince me otherwise. This guy lives off of hugging you. With this position, he knows you aren't in danger and he's capable of helping you when needed. Rin before sleeping gives your neck a sweet kiss, then kisses your hair and comfortably places his head on his pillow, being able to fall asleep with a smile.

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

There are no secrets between you - both you and he don't hide anything, you two can fully trust each other.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He's extremely loyal to you. Cheating? he does NOT know this word. Whenever someone cheats on their s/o, Rin gets annoyed and disgusted. He can't understand how people can even cheat on the person they're in a relationship with? Do they even realize how that person will be feeling?

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

After 3-4 months of being in a relationship, he's finally gonna open up about his problems and stuff. Depending on how much things happened, he's either just very saddened or his entire body trembles while telling you his worries. Please hug him :(

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

He has a habit of wrapping his tail around you, especially your thighs whenever you two sit down near each other. At first, it was him teasing you only to get you flustered, but since then he's doing it unconsciously. Be careful when you stand up lmao.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

"dsfkfkskdfksjfd" He tries not to panic, but kinda fails. The good thing is that his body automatically gets you in his arms and he carries you bridal style to the nearest doctor/hospital. He feels like his heart might explode and he breathes heavily while waiting for the good news from doctors.

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

The only thing that kinda bothers him is leaving dirty dishes everywhere but not in the sink. You may be a bit annoyed with his impulsiveness sometimes, but as they say "quid pro quo".

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Oh hell yes, he is~ Give him as much love as you want, he's gonna take it all without complaining!! He'll return it twice as much! <3

[ober-affen-geil]

*Edit: Many of you have probably seen this post before, it was originally written during the s1 hiatus. It used to have gifs and was then apparently put BACK into tumblr content appeal and sat in limbo for a couple months before I gave up on it and posted this version. I have not used gifs here because I don’t want to fight with tumblr’s bullshit algorithm and honestly if I had tried to add image descriptions I probably would not have survived the experience. Anyway, I’ve done a bit of editing due to updated opinions and added more description to compensate for the lack of visuals so enjoy this version!*

I wanna talk about how Michael and Alex touch each other. (By which I mean the way that we see them interact physically in intimate situations.) This show has given us a beautiful thing: a window into how these two people have progressed in a physical relationship that spans 10 years. With that in mind, the two scenes I want to compare are the shed in 1x06 and the trailer in 1x03.

The reason I’ve chosen these scenes is because they are, in my opinion, the closest in tone to each other out of all the intimate interactions Michael and Alex have throughout the season. Both are slow, unhurried, and are points at which the characters are able to have the moment all to themselves.

And it’s truly stunning because when we see Michael and Alex alone they are just. In awe. Of each other. The way they look and touch and kiss is as though the other person is a divine being that they can’t quite believe they’re allowed to be this close to. Not even 10 years could change that. Their intimacy is something akin to worship and time has not dampened that aspect of their relationship in the slightest.

What is interesting to me, however, is the progression of way that they express that intimacy. Because there is a difference in the way they physically interact. Almost entirely on Alex’s part though; true to his word, nothing’s changed from where Michael stands.

Now I don’t mean to say that Alex’s feelings for Michael have shifted, just the way he shows them. In the shed, everything is fresh. This is so new and Alex still can’t quite believe it’s actually happening but he’s gonna take what he can while he can get it. But while he does reach out and revel in the feeling of Michael’s skin under his, he’s very cautious about it. When Michael shows the slightest hesitation, he jerks his hands back like he’s been burned. 

He’s skittish. Because he thinks Michael is too. He’s never been allowed to have this before, never been allowed to touch without fear of retribution. And Michael Guerin standing in front of him being totally willing to accept Alex’s hands on his body seems a little too good to be true. So while he is very sure of himself he is less trusting of Michael and his reactions.

But Michael. Michael determined his course of action when he was in the Crashdown with Max, maybe even before. And once he decides what he’s going to do, Michael follows through. It’s who he is. There is hesitancy on his part only because of the newness of it all. But Michael’s tentativeness manifests differently than Alex’s; he reaches out where Alex pulls away.

When Alex backs off slightly, Michael reassures with his touch as well as his words. He is sure he wants this and he is sure in that moment that Alex does as well. But he sees Alex is not in the same headspace so he offers comfort and encouragement the best way he knows how: with his hands. (Yes I do, in fact, realize that this means Michael’s hand is resting over Alex’s heart when he says “And not with someone that I’ve liked. As much as I like you.” In other news, I was found dead. Anyways.)

The gentle, unassuming contact helps (that little hand squeeze is a “thank you” as much as it is a “me too”); Alex’s last reservation is swept away by not only verbal reassurance but physical. Actions speak louder than words, and Michael’s hand on his chest is loud and clear. Alex is still gentle when he reaches for Michael, this is new and fragile and he doesn’t want it to break, but it’s every damn cheesy, romantic, lit-candles-and-curtains-blowing-in-the-wind fantasy that teenage Alex has ever had and it’s clear he intends to enjoy himself.

When Michael kisses Alex like he always does, pushing into his space like he will never be close enough (to borrow Isobel’s words, like he wants to literally fuse his skin into Alex’s), like he will never have enough of Alex to press himself against, Alex allows himself to start taking a little more of what he wants out of this. He touches Michael where and how his fingers are itching to, more forward and possessive; pushing his fingers into Michael’s hair and pulling Michael to him so they are flush together and he can feel even more of him at once.

The Alex we see in the trailer in 1x03 is a little different.

This Alex is 10 years older, wiser, and more weathered. He’s still in awe, but not in the same way he was in the toolshed. Now he’s treading familiar paths rather than foraging new ones. And there is one other important difference; this is the Alex we see after 10 years under his father’s thumb in a way he hadn’t been in the shed.

In the trailer, Alex takes the first step. He doesn’t have to ask, he’s not skittish. He is sure his lips and hands and fingers will be welcomed, and he takes the opportunity to trace the lines of Michael’s body with a reverence born from 10 years of not-enough-time. (Will I ever get over Alex’s hand on Michael here paralleling Michael’s hand on Alex in the shed? Experts say no.)

But Alex pulls away, a little, when he realizes Michael is awake and he has an audience. Alex is more guarded now, when it comes to his personal side, and nothing is more deeply personal or precious to him than his feelings for Michael. Even in front of Michael himself, he has trouble putting them on display. 

But the way Michael feels for Alex was never something he wanted to hide, from anyone. Especially Alex. So Michael reaches for Alex without hesitation every time. With that blatant invitation, and the wholly unguarded want emanating from Michael, Alex can’t really keep his hands to himself. And this. This is where we see something I don’t think occurs at any other point in the rest of the first season. This is where we see Michael reacting to Alex’s hands on him.  

This is the only time that we are shown what Michael does in an intimate moment when Alex reaches for him, rather than the other way around. Because Michael loves to touch Alex. This we know. Consistently, Michael is more likely to initiate physical contact between the two of them. But Alex touching Michael. Well.

Michael melts.  

My god, the tenderness in that moment. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Michael surrenders himself to the feeling of Alex’s caress as though it is the only thing worth living for. He blindly responds to every minute movement like it’s a divine commandment; he is a blank terminal and Alex’s fingertips contain his code.

Michael is utterly lost in Alex’s touch, and it’s the only place that feels like home.

But as achingly beautiful as that moment is, it’s not the most significant one in this scene, in my opinion. That honor belongs to Michael reaching down with his injured left hand and caressing Alex’s stump of a right leg. That is the culmination of the 10 year span, a visual representation of how they’ve changed over time. Physical symbols of the things that have kept them apart. These are the parts of them the world has broken for everyone to see and to combine them like this...”Pieces want to be together” is all I have to say.

tl;dr The way Michael and Alex touch each other intimately, and the way that changes (or doesn’t) over 10 years, is a significant window into the undercurrents of their relationship. To see such nuance with a queer couple when this level of intimacy is rarely even touched on with het pairings is a true gift, and an absolute joy to watch.

[yanderedbh-moved]

The Yanderes + Smut Scenarios

Fun with the DBH character + fun tropes! Requests are open, though, if you want me to expand on, or write more from any of these ideas. Obviously NSFW below the cut so read at your own digression.

Connor

Surprisingly gentle when he is In the Mood. No more aggressive, just a bit more physically close is all. Rubbing his body up against yours, loving touches, a kiss on the cheek. The sort of things most people would brush off, but from Connor, you know he must want something here.

The more an more headed he becomes, the more possessive, like more than either of you would’ve expected. It’s hard for him not to get extra handsy here and feel an exquisite sense of power holding you in his bed.

But when he isn’t buried in the mood, Connor can’t help but feel a little nervous here. Sex isn’t exactly part of his programmed directions, so he worries he might mess up here. Just urge him forward and say he’s doing so well, and this is an issue easily forgotten.

Markus

Sensory deprivation, all the way. He wants to leave you as overstimulated and under his control as possible. Usually, he’ll just use a blindfold on you, and it’ll work just fine for him.

Even though he loves to punish you for being naughty, or for distracting him from his work, physical pain isn’t really a line he crosses all that often. Usually, his preferred method to get you to feel sorry is orgasm denial, or as mentioned before, pain overstimulation. He doesn’t necessarily want to see you in pain, you’re begging is more than enough for him. 

Oh no, someone saw/heard the two of you fucking? What a shame... Seriously though, he’s absolutely the one to get extra loud if he thinks others are close by.

Kara

Not really something she likes to admit to, but Kara loves to push you down during sex. Like not really as far as stepping on you, but forcing you into the mattress or the pillows is probably about the furthest amount of pain she’s willing to give during sex.

Kara seems like the kind of girl who would really surprise her partner with how much stamina she had during sex. You already knew how strong she was outside the bedroom, but here, you never imagined Kara had such vigor.

Another place Kara likes to get lewd would definitely be the tub. Usually, here she would take an innocent activity like washing your hair or cleaning you up and turn it into something much more intimate and risque.

Hank

Lowkey might have one of the dirtiest minds out of everyone. It’s probably because he’s been around the longest, and is easily the most experienced, but seriously don’t think he won’t get incredibly graphic just because he’s older.

While personally, Hank would only ever want to get really dirty if it were just the two of you, that just makes the moments of intimacy all the raunchier. If he knows he can trust you, Hank will growl the most shameless, depraved things you’ve ever heard as he slips a leg between your thighs.

Hank may like to be the controlled dom in the bedroom, he’s also the type of partner to get extra sloppy the closer he gets to his orgasm. He really loves to curl his first in your hair as he finds himself overwhelmed by his own pleasure.

Luther

Even though he’s pretty quiet during sex, all things considered, he’s definitely the kind of guy who would get extra loud the closer he gets to come. Usually in the form of low grunts and growls.

Literally, Luther is such a teddybear! He is very understanding of anything you would feel outright uncomfortable with, and if there was anything you wanted to try with him, but didn’t understand, Luther would very carefully and without judgment guide you through the motions.

When he is really in the mood to be the more dominant partner, Luther actually likes to keep the atmosphere between the two of you somewhat playful. He’s far more into teasing than he is into pain.

North

If you keep trying to tease her and play with her in public, she will absolutely respond by shoving you up against the wall and making out with you in that very spot. If anyone sees this and thinks she’s acting desperate? That sounds like their problem...

Needs a lot of reassurance that you love her, that she’s doing well, and all that jazz. But make no mistake, she will absolutely return the favor and deliver you the same kindness.

Once she does find her stride though, she might actually warm-up and be pretty team Harsh Dom TM. (Ma’am? Please raw me?)

Simon

Unpredictable to a fault. You may think you know him well, but it’s not exactly his style to just deliver what’s expected of him. More likely, he likes to leave you as flustered and confused as possible until you’re basically weeping for him to give you release.

He would absolutely wreck you if you allowed him to. As in, Simon would love to just tease you and wind you up for hours without giving you a break, and until your unable to do anything but follow his command.

While you might expect someone like him to lean more on the side of subbing or something like that, you might actually be surprised at how naturally he takes to the role of a dom. Something about the stress of the leaders of Jericho breathing down his neck all the time leaves the man with a need to feel in control every now and then.

Josh

Josh always does his best to be gentle around you, and to keep your safety and comfort of utmost importance, the longer this guy goes without a good lay, he harder it gets for him to hold back. And he can’t help but get a little feral if he’s really been missing out on his “quality time” with you.

As a pretty quiet guy during sex, he has a major soft spot for partners who make him ask for what he wants during sex. He’s certainly not above begging every now and then.

Might lowkey brag to the other members of Jericho about this when he’s done. It’s not because he wants you to be embarrassed here or anything, it’s just that he really enjoyed himself, and he wants others to know how great you are!

Kamski

He’s been known to leave bruises on your hips from grabbing them too harshly as he forces you to grind up against his leg.

An absolute bastard. One of Elijah's biggest turn-ons includes controlled orgasms and denial. It’s hard to say whether he enjoys the control or the begging more, but the bottom line is, if you aren’t begging him shamelessly by the end of the night, you won’t be getting any kind of gratification from him.

He’s always been very talented with his hands/his fingers, and this absolutely extends to sex as well. It’s something both you and him are well aware of, so much so that just the mere sight of you in a dress or a skirt is enough to get him feeling more than a little tempted.

Chloe

To your surprise, Chloe is actually rather shy during sex for someone so usually extraverted and social. And to be honest, during your first couple of times, she might come off as a bit of a pillow princess...

Chloe is far from loud when it comes to sex, however, if you’re on top, Chloe loves to praise, and if you can really get her going, it’s hard for her to keep calm or lower her volume.

Likely the type of partner who’s like, “This is so dirty, what would others think if they saw us like this... Keep going!”

Gavin

If he has dirty dreams about you in his sleep, Gavin will likely unconsciously start grinding up against you in the middle of the night, muttering suggestive nothings to himself in his own little dreamland.

 Loves to give you some additional suggestive dirty talk when the two of you are in public, or even better, out with other people. He won’t be loud enough for other people to hear, but just enough to get you a little tensed up.

What really gets him excited, though is whenever you let him break out the gun during sex. He’s pretty into power play and holding the gun to your chin, or naked chest gives everything an effective dose of thrill and excitement.

Zlatko

The man loves to spend so much time covering your neck and shoulders in love bites. It might hurt, but it’s kind of a compliment from him, it’s his way of providing you with a more fitting, more permanent collar.

His personal favorite way to torment you when he can tell you’re really close to reaching your end is with painfully slow thrusts. There’s very little in life which he finds more pleasurable than the way he feels your body writhing below his own.

The other biggest turn on for him would likely be fear. The reasons here being a mix of both the feelings of adrenaline and control it gives him. Whether you’re just a little afraid or completely fucking terrified, it’s all the same to him, really.

Ralph

Mr. No experience. He’s also far from an intuitive lover, and unfortunately, it’s not unheard of for him to accidentally hurt you during sex. Because of this, it’s vital for both of you to very clearly guide him through things.

Just hearing the way your own pleasure causes your voice to tremble and crack is enough to seriously turn him on. But to listen to this between his legs is undoubtedly a very lovely plus...

Being as physically close to you as possible during sex is a must for him. Ralph wants to hold you if he can, and if he can’t, then he will struggle to do so. Usually, it’s better to just lean into his touch here, so he’s not too distracted and doesn’t get too desperate.

(Additionally, this guy probably makes the weirdest noises during sex. Like boy might straight up start hissing or some shit, and you just gotta roll with it.)

Daniel

Genuinely thinks it’s a compliment to show you how hard he is, or how much you’re turning him on, even during the most indecent of times.

Daniel is far more comfortable as a sub than any other position. Even during sex Daniel is gravely worried over the idea of disappointing you, and in this position, it’s the easiest for him not to worry about that.

Somehow the best at dirty talk? Like he will growl the nastiest shit you’ve ever heard during sex, and it’s the best.

Nines

Love to catch you off guard. Not necessarily with anything too startling, but with some gentle caresses and contact which leaves you flustered and taken by the advance. Furthermore, Nines isn’t the type to just jump right into sex without any kind of foreplay. He’s really more of a “slow burn” kind of guy.

One of the quietest during sex. You really won’t hear much out of his mouth, especially if it’s occupied.

Essential to know Nines possesses an excellent memory. He’s the one to remember all the positions which leave you the most desperate and needy, and he absolutely will use that against you.

[caitlinsnicket]

Richie Tozier SFW alphabet

Request: Hi! Could you do a sfw alphabet for Richie Tozier?? Thanks:) 

A/N: I hope you like it, I kinda made it in a rush. Two things: Reader is a female. If you ever want me to do a male or non binary reader, I’m totally down for it. And in this, Richie is bisexual because there’s no universe where Richie wouldn’t be in love with Eddie. That’s it, fell free to like, reblog or comment, and send requests!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Richie has a hard time being comfortable with people because he feels nervous around everyone. Even if he’s not sure if you’re going to like his hugs, gentle caresses and kisses, he tries his best to show his love for you with these gestures. But, as he’s not always sure about how to touch you (or even if he’s allowed to touch you), he usually gives you awkward hugs and nervous kisses on your cheeks. Also, sometimes he tries to tickle you, but he feels like that’s too much.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Richie can be an asshole sometimes, but he’s a good kind of asshole. He calls you out on your shit, he tries to give advice (though they aren’t always good) and he’s always there for you. When you feel down, he tells you all kinds of dirty jokes, until you laugh. Before his shows, when he’s preparing the script, he reads it for you first, and that’s how he knows he’s doing a good job.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Richie enjoys cuddles as much as he enjoys your kisses, which means a lot. He feels cold almost all the time, and when you two cuddle the warmth of your body makes him feel safe. “Cuddling is almost better than sex” he likes to say (though this opinion changes from time to time). He’s a cuddle-switch: One time he’s the big spoon, letting you fall asleep against his chest, and other times he’s the little spoon, laying his head in your lap and letting his dark curls be caressed by you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Richie isn’t ready for it yet. He has a lot to think about, a lot of dreams and goals, and sometimes he feels insecure about being in a relationship: he believes that he doesn’t deserve to be happy. But, eventually, with a lot of love and patience, you would talk about settling down.

He can’t cook to save his life. Literally, the only thing he can do is coffee, and sometimes it doesn’t taste good. If you didn’t cook, he would live eating only pizza and hamburgers. He doesn’t really care about cleaning. He doesn’t particularly enjoy doing so, but if you ask him to do it, he’ll kick himself until the work is done.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be a stuttering mess, using popular sayings like “It’s not you, it’s me”, or “I’m not ready for a serious relationship yet”, even “I’m seeing somebody else”. And while you knew most of it was bullshit, he was trying to be honest with you. After breaking up with you, he would have to take a time out from the shows and just spend some time alone or with Eddie. But he would cry only in the shower when he knew no one could hear his sobs except himself.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s freaking out. His whole life, commitment never went through his head, but now with you? He freaked out when he realized that he was imagining you with a white dress. It would take a long time before you two started talking about it, and he would always be defensive, too scared that, if he got married to you, at some point you would just leave him.

Let’s just say it would take a long, long time for him to bring the subject up.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Both physically and emotionally, he’s trying. Really, but he just isn’t used to having someone else in his life, let alone someone who actually cares about him. So there has to be a lot of patience and a lot of humor to deal with his sudden dark humor jokes when he’s nervous. You assure him, and he appreciates all the effort you put in him, and he’s working on dealing with his emotional issues.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Richie is a touch starved bitch who becomes a puddle when he receives any kind of affection. So, he’ll never say that he loves your hugs so much that he could spend the whole day in your arms, no, instead he’ll say that he’s late and will try to avoid your efforts. He tries to not have hugs all the time, but he always ends up giving in and letting you hug him. His hugs are desperate like he needs it to breathe and always end with a kiss. In his hugs, you always feel all the love he has for you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a lot of time, intimacy and trust for him to say it. The first time he actually says it, he’s drunk and you had to carry him home. After you laid him in the bed, he held you close, making you lay on top of him, and whisper-yelled “I love you” in your ear. You just smiled at him and slept with his head buried in your neck. You made sure to say it back to him in the morning, making him blush.  

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He usually doesn’t get jealous: He’s the type of man who gets insecure. He’s been through a lot, and he has a lot of insecurities: His appearance, his dirty mouth, his emotional issues. When he sees you flirting with someone else, he tends to close himself and he doesn’t talk with you until you reassure him. In rare times, he gets possessive.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Richie’s kisses are, simply, funny. Playfull. He teases, bites, tickles and laughs in the kiss. But it doesn’t last long. Richie is a touch-starved nervous wreck, and he becomes a puddle when someone shows him any kind of affection. He whimpers and sometimes moans into the kiss, and he never knows where to put his hands. But even when he’s nervous or flushed, he shows you how much he appreciates you being in his life, and lands littles pecks on your neck and cheeks.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s nervous around everything, it wouldn’t be any different from kids. He thinks that, maybe, one day in the future, you and he could make the family bigger, but he’s not sure if he’s going to be a good father. His biggest concern is if he’s going to be a good influence for the kid, and sometimes you have to reassure him that if you guys decide to have children someday, he’ll be a wonderful father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He hates waking up early. So, if you don’t work, it’s all lazy and warm nuzzles in your neck. When you guys finally decide to wake up (which usually happens after noon), you make breakfast and take a shower together. In the morning, probably because he’s still sleepy, he is less shy and gets more carefree. Lazy kisses may happen in certain mornings.  

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You guys get home late, sometimes drunk and giggling like teenagers. Surprisingly, Richie is more bold and carefree when the night falls. You two may or may not get hot and heavy, but no matter what you guys do, it always ends up being both of you, laying down in the bed, caressing each other's faces and whispering sweet nothings into each other neck.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He would reveal histories that he remembers from his childhood, small pieces of who he is, and it would happen gradually, as time goes by and as he starts to trust you more and more. Even if it’s a small detail of his life that he reveals to you, you take it to heart, because you know how hard it is for him to trust people and to be true to himself, let alone be true to someone else.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn’t usually get angry at you, and most of the time isn’t even you, it’s probably just a stressful day and you were the closest person to him. When he’s angry, he shouts and curses, but when he calms down he just needs a hug and reassurance. He hates to fight with you, but sometimes he just can’t help it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot of things. Not everything, he has too much going on in his head, but he remembers the essentials: Birthdays, special dates and stuff like that. About the details, he tends to forget them, and only remembers it when you mention it at least two times.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When he told you about his crush on Eddie when they were kids. He never really came with terms with his bisexuality, and he doesn’t talk about it, but when he decided to tell you, he was nervous and afraid that you would leave him. But when you bend your head to the side, smile at him and tells him that it’s alright, he starts crying. That’s when he realized you truly loved him and it is his favorite moment on your relationship.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He tries to be protective, but he knows how strong you are and that you can protect him and you at the same time if it’s needed, but he likes to pretend that he’s a bad boy that takes care of you. He probably protects you by taking care of your needs, and by making sure you have everything you need. He likes to be protected the same way, by being pampered and taken care of, it means a nice bath or a hug session.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He knows it’s not a big deal for you, but he still tries very hard to make every date or gift look perfect. In everyday tasks, sometimes he has to be remembered of his tasks, but he still does it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s Trashmouth. He curses too much, and sometimes he doesn’t take things seriously enough.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn’t concerned about his appearance, but he thinks he isn’t good looking. Sometimes he wonders why you got interested in such an ugly guy like him, and you are happy to remember him that he’s the most handsome man in the world.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. He thinks he could pull off without you, but sometimes when he remembers how good it was to have you around, he feels lonely all over again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Richie presents you to Eddie at some point. You and he get along pretty well, but Richie is a pile of nerves. In the end, Eddie asks you to take care of him and since then, you secretly keep him updated on what is happening in Richie's life.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone full of themselves. Richie needs someone real and good in his life, and he needs someone to talk to about his problems, not someone who’ll never listen and won’t stop talking about themselves.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Richie talks on his sleep. Every night he tells you a different story, and you always remember to write them down so, in the morning, you’ll show him what he created and maybe he can use it in one of his shows.

[naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki]

Who in naruto is all for cuddling, is okay with it, don't like it, and will "kill" you if you even try

Here is a very long list with short explanations. Hope you enjoy and sorry if I left any character out. Thank you for the request.Characters that loveCuddling

Naruto: He loves the affection. He was never really held asa child so it kind of satisfies a hidden need he has to be loved and accepted.

Sasuke: Secretly loves having his s/o hold him as well asholding his s/o. He doesn’t admit it openly, but if he’s truly devoted to hiss/o, he’s not going to want to let them go.

Sakura: Craves physical affection. She feels loved when she’s inher partner’s arms. She will often initiate the cuddling.

Iruka: Loves to cuddle his s/o and be wrapped in warmblankets. He likes his s/o snuggling up against his chest and sighing incontentment.

Genma: He’s a very physical guy, so he never minds holdingonto the one he loves. He has to have his hands on them and will be caressingthem during the cuddling session.

Karin: She only allows herself to be held by those she trulytrust. She likes tight embraces and closing her eyes to ignore the rest of theworld in her s/o’s embrace.

Itachi: He craves emotionally intimacy and once that hasbeen reached, his physical needs follow after. He’ll want to hold his s/o inhis arms as long as possible, just to show them how much he cares for them.

Shisui: Welcomes cuddling with open arms. He’s not afraid tosnuggle into his s/o’s arms first and try to gain their attention. He likeshaving his arms around their waist.

Obito: Certainly, loves to cuddle and hold his s/o close tohis body. He doesn’t cuddle as often as he would like since his schedule israther busy being other personas.

Lee: He is big on hugging and usually initiates thecuddling. He’ll snuggle into the back of his s/o in bed and tell them how absolutelyamazing they are.

Asuma: After the glow of sex, he likes to settle down andhold his s/o. He loves gazing into his s/o’s eyes with both of them lying therenaked and just marveling how lucky he is.

Ino: She needs cuddling and she craves the affection. Shewants to be wrapped in her lover’s arms and adored.

Choji: He is a big cuddly bear. He is often nervousexpressing that he likes to cuddle, so instead he subtly just tries to hold hiss/o for extended periods of time.

Kiba: He loves lazing around the house his s/o in his arms.He likes holding them and inhaling their wonderful scent. He’s usually veryplayful while cuddling too, such as butterfly kisses and tickling.

Shino: He likes to cuddle, although many find it hard tobelieve. He grew up distancing himself from others that when he finds someonethat fully accepts him for who he is, he can’t take his hands off them in private.

Gaara: He didn’t realize how much he likes to cuddle and beheld until his s/o initiated the action. Now it’s one of the many things helooks forward to after long days at the Kazekage tower.

Hashirama: He is not afraid to ask to cuddle with his s/o.He’s not even ashamed if he wants to cuddle more than his s/o at times. He onlygets distraught if his s/o playfully tells him no.

Characters that don’tmind cuddling if their partner wants to

Sai: He is okay with whatever his partner wants. He’s verymellow about touch. He has no problem touching his s/o in any way they want, buthe’s not quite sure ever about what touches he prefers.

Yamato: He will cuddle his s/o if they want him to. He likescuddling with them and holding them, but these moments are few and far inbetween.

Kakashi: He’s also the type that will cuddle his s/o whenthey want him to. He doesn’t openly dislike it or likes it. Having to holdsomeone close during the night is a very intimate step for Kakashi and it’shard for him to get close to somebody like that.

Jugo: He’s not very open to cuddling at first. He’s alwaysafraid he’s going to snap and he’s going to hurt his s/o in his arms. Hesettles down slowly within his s/o’s arms but he’s never quite relaxed.

Kisame: He lets his s/o come to him if they want to cuddle.He’ll settle down for a few, holding them and raking his hands down their back.He will only slightly admit its relaxing.

Pein: He will drop whatever he is doing if his s/o needs himto hold them. He loves to support his s/o’s needs in any way he can. He willhold and cuddle his s/o as long as he needs too.

Hidan: He doesn’t object to holding his s/o, but he thinks it’sbecause his s/o will want more. He usually progresses with his touch andcuddling always turns into love making in his book.

Tenten: She is not big into cuddling but doesn’t mind it ifthe mood is right.  Such as if her s/oreturned from a long mission. After some love-making, she doesn’t mind curlingup beside her lover.

Gai: He always welcomes his s/o into his arms. He’ll holdthem tight for as long as they want. He likes the moments him and his s/o shareduring cuddling but he’s not really big on cuddling itself.

Neji: His s/o will have to tell him directly that they wouldlike to cuddle, otherwise Neji tends to mistake his s/o’s gestures as just ahug. He tends to like lying on his back with his s/o curled up on his side whencuddling.

Shikamaru: He loves any excuse that allows him to stay inbed all day or simply be lazy. A partner on his arm or chest is a wonderfulexcuse. He is always up for cuddling if that’s all his s/o wants to do.

Kurenai: She likes being wrapped up in her lover’s embrace,but she doesn’t crave that form of affection. She’s more charmed with words andactions. She only finds it sweet that her lover wants to cuddle.

Hinata: She’s very complaint with any and all needs of herlover. She’s very manageable in that sense and doesn’t have high needs. Thefact her s/o wants to cuddle with her gives her butterflies.

Kankuro: He likes wrapping an arm around his s/o and likesthe feel of their body next to his, but he doesn’t necessarily call thatcuddling.

Temari: She likes resting against her s/o in the earlymorning and watching them before they wake up. She’s not huge on cuddling asshe feels it’s demeaning to her independence, so she will never admit that shedoes.

Darui: He’s definitely more of a lover than a fighter. Herather hold his s/o in his arms if that will make them happy, than leave themfeeling neglected.

Haku: He is very in tune with his lover’s needs. He wants tosatisfy all their needs in any way he sees fit, so he will not be opposed tocuddling if his s/o wants to.

Killer B: He has that intuition of knowing when his s/owants to cuddle.  He’ll make a rap aboutit, telling them that he knows what they need most and that he can provide somesoothing verses for them.

Characters thatopenly dislike cuddling

Suigetsu: He’s not much for cuddling and will let his s/oknow immediately. He won’t bite their head off for trying, but he’s very vocalin his complaints on the matter.

Deidara: He doesn’t see the point of cuddling. He willbriefly hug his s/o, but he’s not into soft and longing touches. He rather bebusy with something else.

Sasori: Although he had once longed for a loving embrace, heno longer feels the need with his puppet body. To have his s/o cling to himonly drives his patience.

Zetsu: He’s curious about cuddling but once he experiencedit, he doesn’t feel like he has to do it again. He’s perfectly fine not receivingphysical affection in that form.  

Konan: She physically can’t get close to any one as her bodyfeels uncomfortable under anyone’s touch. She can lie with another, but it willliterally take her hours to relax.

Kakuzu: Sees no point in cuddling. He would rather dosomething more productive.

Madara: He gets annoyed with only holding his s/o. Heprefers his own side of the bed unless he’s making love to them.

Tobirama: He has a hard time settling down with his s/o to leisurelycuddle. He’ll either want to go to sleep, read before bed, or advance theagenda.

Zabuza: He’s very restless and would rather not cuddle. Evenif it’s after sex, he rather turn over and go to sleep.

[trilliumlavellan]

Writing Prompt: "I'm fine"

“Bells,” Trilly whispered as quietly as she could manage. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

Trillium winced. Belladonna could not whisper as quietly as she could.  Trepidation crept up her spine. There were times when she truly had no idea how to guess the thoughts within her sister’s mind. Earlier, Bells had lured her to the library with the tantalizing prospect of studying an Antivan tome about the proper distillation of poison. But when they arrived, Dorian was waiting with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

Dorian whisked the sisters to the banister in the center of the library, the one overlooking the rotunda below. Tugging them into a crouch, he proceeded to bob his head toward the sole occupant of the space below them, toward the man who had, quite literally, invaded Trillium’s dreams.

Her heart nearly stopped. This was an impossible situation. Here she was, wedged between two people waiting to pounce on her slightest reaction. This wasn’t a study session, it was a trap. She looked right—Belladonna couldn’t keep the grin off her face. She looked left—Dorian raised an eyebrow suggestively. Somehow, she had been found out. The only escape would be to pretend total ignorance. Luckily, she had a reputation for being naïve in matters like these.

“Why are we spying on Solas?”

“Look at what he’s drawing.”

Trillium was confused. Everyone knew Solas was creating a masterwork on the walls below. He was probably sketching out the latest panel in his fresco. She followed Dorian’s instruction and gazed at the pages on Solas’s desk. She was too high above to be able to decipher the images, so she focused on Solas instead. Ordinarily so guarded and formal, his expression was soft and loving. The corners of his lips turned upward in the slightest of smiles as those elegant fingers of his traveled over the surface of the parchment in long, sensual strokes. Trillium’s breath barely managed to leave her body. Was it possible to be jealous of a piece of paper?

Entranced, she watched him draw for what seemed like a lifetime. Then, a clatter from the Great Hall broke the spell and the quiet. Looking concerned, Solas quickly gathered his papers, hid them under a book, and left to investigate. Belladonna grabbed her hand, tugged, and dragged her down the stairs.

So here they were, sneaking toward Solas’s desk when he could come back at any moment. What on earth was Belladonna thinking?

“Bells,” Trilly whispered again, slightly louder than before. “We’re going to be caught.”

“Don’t worry. Sev’s keeping him distracted.”

Panic invaded Trillium’s voice. “You brought the twins into this?” Just how elaborate was this trap?

“Oh, hush,” Bells had reached the corner of the desk, her hand about to lift the book concealing the papers Solas had hidden so hastily. “Don’t you want to see what he was drawing?”

She did, desperately, long to know what subject would prompt Solas to sketch with such pleasure, but Trilly also knew how much he respected his privacy. If she had a secret, she wouldn’t want him to sneak into her room to steal it.

“Well, I do. I did not realize our dear Solas knew how to smile.” While she had been dithering, Dorian had made his way down the stairs. With a single stroke, he plucked the papers from the desk and gazed upon the images imprinted on them. His eyes lit with unholy glee, as if he had just heard the juiciest gossip in two years’ time. “My, my, my,” Amusement laced his voice as he turned toward Trillium. “What have you been hiding?”

Belladonna rushed to his side. She took one look at Solas’s drawings and gasped, “I knew it!”

And there they were again—the two of them looking at her as if she were a dish to be devoured at a moment’s notice.

Wordlessly, Dorian stretched out his hand, offering the drawings to her. Trillium took a deep breath. She took two steps forward and plucked them from his fingers. They’d made those drawings impossible to resist. Inwardly, she cursed Dorian’s satisfied smirk as she glanced downward.

Her heart stopped. And then, it started to beat at a rate three times its usual speed.

Every single sketch was of her.

There were at least twenty. Here, she was on watch in the Hinterlands. There, she was sparring on the grounds of Skyhold, mixing poison in her lab, smiling back from atop her newly acquired hart, diligently tending to a sprout in the garden, trudging through snow, sleeping in her hammock, and in a host of other stolen moments. They were all every day, ordinary things, but somehow he had made her look extraordinary. Graceful he had called her. No, he hadn’t called her graceful—he had declared it. Here, his feelings were without doubt. The lines of her body were shapely and evocative. The expressions on her face were alight with beauty. He had made her caring, vulnerable, fierce, and most surprisingly, happy. She blushed to think of the lingering looks she had caught out of the corner of her eye. He had been caressing her with his eyes, committing each moment into memory to recreate at leisure in the secrecy of night. These were the drawings of a man in love. For surely, no one else could render her with such intimacy. She shuddered, remembering how he had stroked the pages as he drew. Her mind wandered, wondering what the touch of those fingers would feel like on her skin.

“Trilly?” Belladonna’s voice broke the spell she had been under. “Didn’t you know?”

Had she known? Unconsciously, her fingers traced the bottom of her lip. That kiss. It had made her heart flutter like a flower in the wind. Was that love?

Belladonna gasped. The sound brought Trillium to her senses. She had fallen into their trap.

“He kissed you! He kissed you and you didn’t tell me?”

Trillium blushed. She felt as if her entire face was on fire. Very carefully, she returned Solas’s drawings to their place on his desk, opened her mouth as if to answer Belladonna, and then turned on her heel and ran as fast as her feet could carry her in the opposite direction.

The sound of Dorian’s laughter chased her up the stairs as Bells cried out, “You’re not getting away that easily! I need details, Trillium!”

Trillium flew. Her feet traveled to the speed of her pounding heart. She was as light as a feather, she ran as if she had wings. Up the stairs, through the library, around the corner of the upper hall, past Vivienne, and down the other side. She ran without care, trusting her body to take her along the path she needed to travel. As she rounded a corner, her flight came to an abrupt halt when she clattered into someone, sending them both to the ground.

Strong hands clasped her shoulders, gently guiding them up from the floor of the Great Hall. “Lethallan? Are you all right?”

Sweet Sylaise. It was Solas. And there, on either side of him, were the twins. As usual, Seven was smirking about something. Soren, though, bore a slight look of disapproval. Trilly would have to worry about that later— for now, Solas dominated her view. In one movement, he rose from the jumbled position she had knocked him into. Concern wrinkled his brow as he held out his hand for Trillium to take. She blushed to see his fingers so soon after she had imagined them travelling the length of her body. She couldn’t quite meet his eye as she held onto his hand and allowed him to assist her up. His fingers tightened around hers. “Trillium?”

Oh yes. He had asked her something, hadn’t he? She had already forgotten how she was supposed to reply. She was lost in a realm of revelation. As she finally brought herself to meet his gaze, her mind swirled with one thought only. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me! Unbidden, the corners of her lips curled into a foolish grin. She couldn’t keep herself from beaming like an idiot.

“Are you well?”

Goodness, she must look like a loon. Before she could reply properly, the sound of Belladonna on the stairs behind her brought her to her senses. “I’m fine,” she rushed to say. “But I have to hide from Bells. It’s hard to explain.” With that, she released his hand and took off toward the end of the hall. If she hurried, she might trick Bells into thinking she was heading to climb her favorite tree in the garden.

As her hand reached the handle, Trillium heard a terrible racket. Belladonna had just done the exact same thing she had moments ago. She collided with Solas, sending them both sprawling. Yet this time, Solas was not the first to rise. Bella jumped straight up and pointed in his face. “You!” She exclaimed breathlessly. “You kissed my sister!”

“You kissed our sister?” The twins pounced on Bella’s words. In unison, they look on a frightening aspect. Each took one of Solas’s arms and pulled him to his feet. Creators! What were they going to do to him?

Trillium thought about trying to rescue him, but Bells was hurtling toward her. If she didn’t move now, she would be caught. Changing tactics, she sent an apologetic look his way and ran toward Josie’s office. Once there, she sped down to the vaults, confident she’d find the perfect place to hide. As she settled into the shadows, she could still hear Belladonna’s calling after her for details.

For the second time, Trillium’s fingers found their way to tracing her lip. It really was an unforgettable kiss.

[mokatedi]

a note on sacrifice.

Entry 1

It’s 12:59pm, Monday. The autumn heat continues to build, her sister summer having just left still peers and lingers. The bustle from the busy road nearby is silenced from the fully closed, glass sliding door. The door separates my room (with the desk at which I sit ) from the balcony. The balcony’s  white tiles and cream walls gleam brightly from shining sun, the sky stretched, revealing a deep blue truth. I like to keep the curtain open to a minimum of 55% exposure. I feel it’s important to keep oneself connected to the weather outside.

 My mind is still. At peace, here in this room.

I must confess, I will not be, nor feel the need to disclose any introductory information about the subject of myself. There will be enough information to derive some idea of my personality and possibly, even temperament from these entries both explicit or implicit. I will endeavour to speak truthfully and honesty on all subjects discussed. I will respond to any messages similarly. Thus, I will continue with this journal experiment with a note on sacrifice.

Since deciding to voluntarily sacrifice destructive parts of my life, i’ve grasped the ability to facilitate growth. Others have done this, i’ve read many stories. Some claim that the individual in subject made a snap decision, at which point they decided to work toward the betterment of themselves, for themselves, for another, or for the group. I acknowledge this as a possible path. I also understand there is a fortunate variance and dynamic between people. It’s these differences which has allowed our spectacular species to manifest. This considered, not everyone has the capacity to follow certain paths and actions. Some personal development experts may even endorse against this, although arguably there is much utility in the imitation of behaviour and actions of successful individuals.

The incremental improvement process in which i’ve actively employed was made clear through the following: 

1) the identification of what exactly is needed to be sacrificed (as well as has the magnitude).

2)  the ordering of areas of improvement into a value hierarchy. 

It’s apparent there is a scale of sacrifice. In a biblical lens, an ultimate sacrifice could be considered of flesh, the life of oneself, or the life of ones son, for what the giver hopes, is for a truly valuable cause. Let’s consider the scope of the “everyday”. An example of what could be recognised at the other end of the sacrificial scale, the abandonment of an over-indulgent last glass of a drop of choice, to allow the consumer a slightly easier morning. With such range, it would be illogical to utter each and every sacrifice made which has brought me to the position in which I stand (but more literally sit). Furthermore, I will discuss 5 sacrifices I have made for the hope to better myself, in a series over the coming months, what  from (what I consider to be)  largest to smallest. I will mention how these sacrifices affected my life in the short, medium and where appropriate, long term.

I left my girlfriend of almost two years as a sacrifice to improve my medium to long-term future. Improvement in my future was my primary motivation. Second, because the “love languages” spoken between us were too different. I must mention that this relationship had transformed me in a positive direction. The relationship ended in a civil manner. My only thoughts of unease were the differences in the amount we might both benefit from the relationship in the long term. Our current technologies do not allow us to know the future. Thus, I put those thoughts to rest. I do not deem it necessary to discuss in too much detail the troubled aspects of our relationship, although such analysis would be useful. It can be postponed for a later writing.

“Love languages” in my understanding is a communication through action between two intimate individuals. A dialogue, in which our peoples spake to reinforce a foundation of trust, respect and love. This global dialect is presented in the form of acts of service, time spent together, physical intimacy, words of affirmation and receiving gifts. People value and deliver these in varying capacities. It’s this variance which allows people to fall deeply into a passionate love, expressed in a time span as short as “at first sight”. It’s these differences which create tensions, in even the most robust of relationships, because the members of the set’s love values do not yield a large enough intersection. How one values each particular “love language” is learned from an early age, from the dynamic in the family. These values are seldom changed throughout one's life. Luckily for some, it is possible to learn to speak the correct words to resonate these values in another. Many would consider this the ongoing learning experience which is at the foundation of an intimate relationship, to learn what their lover really values and learn to caress their needs in a manageable way across time.

Many think that giving only what they can offer to the relationship is sufficient. This is rarely true. A circumstance in which this would suffice would be if a partner valued each aspected (as well as the volume) perfectly, creating a balance between the capacity of the offering, and the way in which it is received. It is this expectation which can lead to damaged and confused people. Leaving some with truly broken hearts after pouring everything they had into someone. In such case, it is no fault of either party. What the other was giving was just not with other needed. Consider if an individual is left outside in harsh and freezing condition. If all you can offer them is food and water, the person will either perish, or they will find their needs met elsewhere, no matter how high the caliber of the offering. The ability to see the needs of another requires open eyes and careful attention.

Evelyn is agreeable, introverted, and medium - high in neuroticism. She is a vet science student and will be graduating at the end of this year. She has worked hard for many years to achieve this goal, and she has my utmost respect for her diligence alone. She values physical time spend together, cute gifts, cute dates and medium to large gestures of service. She was an only child, and she often said it was a lonely childhood, having been born to parents who are first generation immigrants who needed to work most days in order to support the family. She has substantial insecure attachments, which resulted in a habit of compartmentalisation of her social groups. She offered (and valued) physical pleasures and gestures of service.

We found mutually appreciated territory in our lust for each other. Whenever we had my apartment to ourselves for a couple of days, Evelyn would laze around the house while I was away and greet me at the door dressed in a high cropped tee shirt and no pants. Her behind was nothing short of voluptuous. Round, firm and poked out gently from under the back of her shirt. Before she would turn around and welcome me into the house, she would push her chest out, enough to expose her pointed and perky nipples through the thin shirt. After I dropped my bag to the floor, it would be a matter of seconds before i’d grab her hips and pull her into me, so she could feel the affect of her efforts. I miss this. It didn’t take her long in the progression of our relationship for her to know that she could hold the power in this aspect of our relationship.

When we first met. I did not have a clear plan for my future. I was missing the mark. I was drifting. Between my two jobs I earned a comfortable sum. I had time to spend with her and invest in the relationship. Although eventually, as my goals and my direction began to come into focus, I was no longer willing to invest the time and attention I once did. I began forgetting dates and time we had planned to spend time together. This happened often. I began feeling uncomfortable in our intimacy. It began to feel disingenuous.

I went back to studies in the summer of 2018 to pursue the discipline of computer science. I studied many hours per week. Due to too many years of aimless drifting, too many nights of drinking, smoking, my mind was not in a place to begin inundation with new information. I ended the semester with 6, 6, 6, 4 and a very unstable relationship (my university grades scale from 1 - 7, a 4 being the pass mark). The next semester, I decided to really put my relationship together. Really put in time to meet her needs, and be there for her, as if we were a family, not just a young couple. Toward the end of the year, we had a strong and functional relationship. My university grades for the end of semester were 3, 3, 4, 5.

I value stability, orderliness and conscientiousness. My awareness of this has grown substantially over the past 5 years. It’s highly probably this had manifested as an aggressive response to time lost in the haze and chaos which clouded my life. I value explicit, truthful and hard conversations. Conversations centered around truths which are good for society. Conversations in which the discourse can greet problems at the doorstep, then with a hand of everyone involved, articulate a solution, grasping the handle firm and with courage, stride forward.

During the last two months with Evelyn my emotional investment began to withdraw, although it had little affect on my actions toward her for the discipline I had built ensured I was meeting her needs in regular intervals and in appropriate degrees. This gradual regression begged the question, how robust is our relationship ? What would happen if a crisis were to arise ? Would I be able to fall back on mere discipline to keep our relationship together ?

I’m am low in compassion, so crying for me is a rare occurrence. I cried once over the duration of our relationship. It occurred during the final conversation we had. That was the last time I saw her. I cried because of a realisation, that I may not ever love deeply and wildly like I did when my life was in chaos.

I do not know when I will again seek intimacy. Although in my experience and from the observation of others, there is often little foresight in these matters.  I do not plan to do so until I have acquired the goal of getting work in my field first.

This will be a good place to stop.

I sacrificed my relationship and physical intimacy, for the betterment of the future.

-Oberstein

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Humans are made to be touched — so what happens when we aren’t?

Nadine Redlich

Our bodies are designed to respond to touch, and not just to sense the environment around us.

We actually have a network of dedicated nerve fibers in our skin that detect and emotionally respond to the touch of another person — affirming our relationships, our social connections and even our sense of self.

So, what happens when we don’t receive that?

This was one of the first questions that neuroscientist Helena Wasling PhD considered when social distancing restrictions were introduced to curb the spread of COVID-19. Based at the University of Gothenburg, Sweden, she has studied these nerves — known as C tactile or CT afferents — and their importance to our emotions for over a decade.

“What struck me very early on, in the first week of being told that we were restricted from touch,  was that people no longer knew how to behave,” she says.

Even if you don’t consider yourself to be a tactile person, touch is — or was — embedded in the social structure of our lives. From meeting a new colleague and evaluating their handshake to giving a friend a long hug when we haven’t seen them in a while, it is one of the fundamental ways we have all learned to relate to one another. “To take it away is a very big intervention,” says Wasling.

New York based psychologist Guy Winch PhD agrees; “Touch is something we associate with emotional closeness, and we associate the absence of it with emotional distance. We may not fully appreciate it, but in pre-pandemic life there were literally dozens of small moments of touch throughout the day.”

This is significant not just in the landscape of our minds, but that of our bodies. Being emotionally and socially responsive to touch is so biologically fundamental to us that CT afferents are present over almost every inch of our skin, absent only from the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet.

These nerves are, Wasling explains in her TEDxGöteborg talk, particularly attuned to three things: a light touch, gently moving, and around 32 degrees Celsius (89F). Which just happens to be human skin temperature. So they are programmed to be most responsive to a gentle caress from another person.

Rather than simply telling our brains that this touch has happened — this is the role of other receptors in the skin that help the primary somatosensory cortex to processes physical sensations — CT afferents instead send signals to the insular cortex. “This is a deeper part of the cortex that deals more with your emotional equilibrium,” explains Wasling. “So you will get kind of a vague sensation. In the best of cases, it will be: ‘That was nice. I’m accepted. I feel safer now. Someone is counting on me.’ CT afferents also have pathways to parts of the brain that deal with who you are socially.”

For people who have now been living without that connection for a long time, it can be incredibly difficult, says Winch. “I have friends and patients that I work with who have not been touched in a year. At all. Not a handshake. And they are really suffering for it. There’s something that feels very distancing and cold about not having any kind of option for an embrace, and that can leave long lasting scars.”

Hugs, the form of touch we probably all miss the most, are particularly important and emotionally nourishing, says Winch. “When someone’s crying and we hold them, we’re doing it to comfort, but what it allows them to do is cry more. People usually will hold it together until somebody puts an arm around them, and then they’ll break down because that hug represents security and safety, and because of the closeness we feel when we know and trust that person.”

Moreover, the benefits of touch that we are missing out on are not just emotional and social but also physical; it can reduce pain and stress, as well as giving us a general feeling of wellbeing. These are the areas, says Wasling, where we may be able to support ourselves when we need to go for prolonged periods without social touch.

Here are some of the ways that we can ease the difficulty of living without this closeness — both for ourselves, and the people in our lives:

Take a shower or have a warm bath.

Although it doesn’t elicit quite the same physiological response as interpersonal touch, Wasling says the slow movement of the water on your skin is likely to generate a CT afferent response. Having a warm bath also relaxes your muscles, which can help to alleviate tension.

Cuddle a pet, or ask to walk someone else’s.

“Just being close to a furry animal has been shown to lower your stress, reduce your heart rate and your blood pressure,” says Wasling. You also have a social relationship with your pet — they rely on you and need you to show up for them.

There’s been a noted increase in people adopting pets during the pandemic, and at least one study has identified the potential therapeutic benefits of human-animal relationships when we are denied our normal level of human social interaction.

If you are able to see anyone in person, be wholly present — even if you can’t touch.

When we remove touch from our social interactions, we should consider what else we can emphasize instead. “Maybe we could be better at looking each other in the eyes, if we do have physical meetings,” suggests Wasling. “We can make sure that we see each other, because touching a person is a way of saying that ‘I see you, I acknowledge your existence.’”

Don’t be afraid to have deeper, more meaningful conversations where you really listen — especially if you know someone might be isolated or lonely. While these interactions don’t activate the same touch-based neural pathways, they still stimulate our social sense of belonging and intimacy, says Winch.

Don’t just “check in” on people who are alone — connect with them meaningfully.

It feels like everyone from our employers to the Twittersphere to US vice president Kamala Harris is reminding us to check in on our single friends. But are we going the right way about it?

“When we say ‘check in’ that’s like a checkbox. Tick; done,” says Winch. But that really isn’t enough. While the boredom and frustration of lockdowns are similar experiences for everyone, being isolated from the regular physical closeness of friends and family is uniquely difficult for people who are alone; the elderly, those who live by themselves, and those who are in high risk categories and cannot chance even one hug.

“If you just check in, that’s not going to be sufficient. You should be talking for at least 15 – 20 minutes for that to be a meaningful conversation. You have to really connect,” says Winch. If you’re both feeling Zoom fatigue, try each taking a walk while you talk on the phone.

If friends have described feeling ghostly or unreal, do your best to appreciate that the absence of touch has been a significant emotional loss for them during this time. One that you may never fully understand. Try not to say “I know how you feel,” if you are not in the same position.

“You know that when you touch things, they’re real to you,” says Wasling. “One of the reasons why I think touch is so important is that it makes you convinced you have a place in the social world of other people.”

As we look towards a vaccinated future, it is difficult to know right now how the pandemic will change our social attitudes towards touch in the long term. Will we still shake hands? Hug colleagues? A UK study conducted from January to March 2020, mostly before lockdown measures were introduced, found that 54 percent of people already felt they had too little touch in their lives. So we may well want this aspect of our lives to return as soon as possible.

But one facet that worries Winch is how the pandemic has actually reshaped our relationship with touch; “We took the thing that represents something so close, intimate and important, and now it represents something that’s actually dangerous and you should avoid. Even if we don’t fully register it, we are going to feel surges of anxiety at the idea of getting a hug. It’s going to take a while to bring us down from the danger alert of touch.”

Watch Helena Wasling’s TEDxGöteborg Talk here: 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mary Halton is Assistant Ideas Editor at TED, and a science journalist based in the Pacific Northwest.

This piece was adapted for TED-Ed from this Ideas article.

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