#like im not gonna say he is not attracted to the body but whether it's tess' or talay's real one

[monzabee]

pon de replay - cl16 (+18)

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Summary: The one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader 

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smuttt, nothing but pure filth, one might even say it is pwp, unprotected sex (cover your willy don’t be silly), oral (f receiving), kinda exhibitionism?, public sex, jealous charles, possessive charles, carlos being a little shit because he’s bored, poor lando, not even sure if i fulfilled the request or not, minors dni!! 

Request: “HELLOOOO! i have an idea and you don’t have to write it but it’s been rattling around in my brain and im never gonna write it (i constantly have way too many ideas to write them fr) myself so i figured i’d send it to you cause you’ve kinda restored my F1 phase with your work. basically, reader being very goofy, funny, and maybe a little bit too loud at times. just like a very silly and bubbly personality and she hangs out with some of the f1 boys (maybe because she’s famous in her own right like a dancer or something) so naturally EVERYONE ships her with lando. like hardcore, almost as bad as one direction fans ships (iykyk), and it sorta makes sense cause when they’re together it’s pure and utter chaos and they both express themselves with physical touch B U T ! she’s actually with charles. to her it makes total sense to be with charles instead of lando cause while lando is definitely attractive he’s too much like her and it’d be like dating herself whereas charles brings out a new calm side to her and she can bring out a goofier side to him. opposites attract type shit😭. maybe a little angst cause charles hates seeing all the edits and also feels a little insecure cause lando and reader DO make sense together in his mind so why’d you pick him instead? then like soft fluff/smut reassurance that charles is literally the man of her dreams, a literal fucking prince, and the best person she’s ever been with. ANYWAYS, im rambling! again, you don’t have to write this if you don’t connect with it or don’t have time i just needed an outlet SOMEWHERE for all the F1 brain rot.”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i first of all want to start by saying that i’m very sorry that this isn’t exactly like the request, like at all, but it took me a criminal amount of time to actually get this finished so we’re not going to focus on that. okay? okay, great!! in all and all it was actually quite fun to work on this at the beginning, it was just kinda hard for some reason to work on the actual smut part, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Charles wouldn’t call himself a possessive person, not a chance. He might be ambitious, and competitive, but possessive? That, he is not. He’s never been the type of get jealous of his partner’s friends, whether male or female, because he likes to think that he is mature enough to understand that people have friends. It’s that simple. And he is most definitely not the type of person to comment on what you wear when you’re going out, he is just not that guy. He’s fairly certain that his mother would materialise out of thin air and give him a good beating if he were to do that. So when you asked him about the dress you have on earlier before you left his apartment, the one that clings to your body so tightly that he can practically make out the outline of your tits from across the room? He just smiled and told you to have fun tonight – because he’s there to make sure you’re not put off by anyone staring at you in it.

So yeah. He’s not usually the type to let the jealousy take over his ability to think things out rationally, but when his girlfriend is dancing her heart away in the middle of the dance floor while every red-blooded men watch her with the same look in their eyes? Yeah, it’s not easy to keep his emotions in check at the moment given the circumstances. And it’s not that he even intends to pout like a petulant child at the bar, making sure to keep an eye on you, it’s just that he is an expressive person and his face reflects what he’s feeling that well. Totally because of that. It’s scary how utterly focused he is on you, watching your every move to make sure no one is bothering you, though you don’t seem to be in need of his help as he watches you dance with one of the girls you met when you first arrived to the club – and with Lando, though he tries not to focus on that part too much.

It's fine, though, he tries to make himself believe, it’s fine as long as you’re having fun. Though that doesn’t necessarily stop him from throwing daggers into Lando’s direction as covertly as he can. The way he has a friendly arm around you is driving him crazy, and he is not above stomping over there to pull you under his arm, drag you to the nearest bathroom and– Well, maybe he shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself just yet.

“They look good together, no?” He hears someone ask him from the side. He realises it is his teammate when he turns to give the person a glare.

“Who?” He asks, deciding to play dumb, but he can’t help himself as he makes a face while focusing his gaze back on you.

“You know who I’m talking about, cabrón!” Carlos exclaims, laughing as he pats him on the back and points to the two of you with a tilt of his head, “I’m glad he’s finally doing something about it rather than sulking around like a geriatric toddler.”

If he would have turned around any faster, Charles is sure his neck would actually, possibly, break. “What?” he spits out as he turns around, “Do you mean her and Lando?”

Carlos gives his teammate a confused look, “Yes,” he drawls out, “you didn’t know he had a crush on her? I thought the entire paddock knew!” Charles feels a surge of disbelief and a tinge of anger bubbling within him.

He wouldn't call it possessiveness, more like a primal instinct to protect what's his. But this revelation catches him off guard, shattering his carefully constructed facade of nonchalance. With doing his best to keep calm under the situation, he asks, “Are you sure you’re not making things up? I feel like you’re misreading the situation here.”

That receives another confused look from his teammate, and though Charles is quite the perceptive person, he misses Carlos starting to put the pieces together – thanks to his overreaction. “I guess so,” Carlos mumbles, loud enough for Charles to hear him in the loud club, “he’s always talking about her, though. The way she smiles, her hair, her dresses; did you know he even went to see one of her performances in Vegas?” Carlos feels bad, really, but there is also something so fulfilling in confirming his theories as he watches his teammate’s eyes bulge out at the mention of one of your dance shows in Vegas. Because Charles knows what those entail.

“I-in Vegas?” He stutters out, eyes moving to focus on your dancing figure again. And at that moment, he absolutely hates Lando. He hates him for having his arms around you, he hates him for dancing with you to the beat in a rhythm he never seems to be able to keep up with, he hates him for the way everybody seems to think the two of you seem to make a handsome couple, and he absolutely hates him for the way he makes you smile.

Charles Leclerc is not a possessive guy – until it comes to you, that is.

“Charles?” He hears Carlos call out his name, but he’s out of his seat long before he can hear the end of his sentence. He doesn’t mean to stomp across the dance floor to get to you. He really doesn’t. He also doesn’t mean to grab you by your arm and put a pause on your fun. And the smile you give him and the way you wrap your arms around his neck while you call him ‘Charlie’? Makes his heart stutter in a way that makes him forget why he ever came over in this first place. Because this should be normal – you, having male friends and spending time with them should not make him insecure. He should be fine with you and Lando spending time together because you both love the hustle and bustle of a club. But at that moment, he doesn’t care about what should be normal, no. He cares about the fact that someone other than him has managed to make you smile, and that he needs to remind you that he’s the only one who should be on the receiving end of all your smiles.

So when he drags you away from the dancefloor (and Lando, for that matter), he doesn’t listen to your objections. He doesn’t care about the way Carlos is watching from his place from the bar, putting all the pieces together as he shares a look with Lando. And he most definitely doesn’t care about the fact that he’s about to fuck you in the club’s bathroom. Well, maybe he does care about that last part. “Charlie,” you whine, your voice clearly scratched from shouting along the lyrics of the songs playing throughout the night, and he doesn’t miss the way you slur his name ever so slightly – which tells him that you had at least two drinks. Cosmopolitans, if he had to guess. “Pleaaase,” you drag out the word, pulling on his shirt to get his attention, “they are playing my song!”

His first mistake is to look at you, because the way your lips form a pout and the way you’re giving him puppy dog eyes is usually strong enough for him to give in. Though this is no usual situation. So instead of moving the two of you back to the dancefloor, he grabs you by your cheeks and presses his lips against you. In the middle of the club, where everybody can see him doing it. The way his lips move against yours is aggressive, and you’re definitely out of breath when he does move away. Cosmopolitans, he realises after tasting you. You've had cosmopolitans. Then, he just gives you a look, threads his fingers through yours and raises an eyebrow. Then he asks, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me now, or should I do this the hard way and just carry you on my shoulder?”

If this was any other situation, you would totally say something bratty back. Hell, you might have actually said something rude if it meant him being rough with you, maybe spanking you a few times just enough times for you to learn your lesson. But you understand that this is no ordinary situation from his voice and the expression on his face. Charles is like that, you suppose. He’s an open book – meaning that it is very easy to understand what kind of a mood he’s in just by looking at his face, or listening to the undertone of his voice. And right now? Right now you know he’s pissed. You don’t necessarily know what you did, nor do you care. Mainly because all you want to do is make him feel better simply because of the reason that he is one of those people who’s just meant to smile at all times, not frown.

And so you nod gingerly, squeaking out a thimble, “Yes.” You finally meet his eyes as you wrap yourself around his arm, pushing yourself closer to him in the crowded club. “I’ll be good.”

This thumb does that thing where he caresses your knuckle, and he starts moving you through the crowd again. This time, however, you try to stick to him by matching the speed of his steps rather than trying to stay back. You told him you’d be good, you intend to keep your promise. He’s quiet all the way to the bathroom, and he’s quiet when he motions you to get inside, and he’s quiet when he closes to door and promptly locks it behind your back. You think for a moment you’re just there for a chat, maybe about that something you might’ve done, but Charles takes you by surprise as he grabs your waist and pushes you against the door, causing your eyes to widen with realisation of what you’re about to do in that bathroom.

“Charles, what’s wrong?” You try to ask, but he shuts you up with another kiss. And if you thought the previous kiss was aggressive, this one absolutely consumes you. He doesn’t even give you a fighting chance as his tongue quickly dominates yours, and he is relentless as he nips at your lower lip. You can’t help the mortifying moan that leaves your lips, and you push him away to inhale deeply. “What has gotten into you?” You ask, eyes wide due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, “What happened?”

“You, happened.” He growls. And by that, you mean that he actually growls. His voice is a few octaves deeper than his usual voice, and you can see that he’s snappy. There is this dark look in his eyes that would otherwise scare you if you didn’t know him, but you do. Because he’s your Charles.

And you know this because the quickly leans into your touch when you bring one of your hands up to cup his cheek, giving him a confused look. “Did I do something?” You ask, voice soft amidst the humid bathroom. “Oh my god, is it my dress? Is it too short?” Your eyebrows draw closer as you start properly spiralling. “I knew I should’ve worn the shorts, why didn’t you say something?”

Your mini monologue about your party attire must have struck a chord because Charles suddenly exhales heavily, his forehead resting against yours as he closes his eyes. “No, non, it's not about the fucking dress,” he lashes out, his voice strained, and lace with something else that you can’t quite catch. “I don’t care what you wear, though I do appreciate the easy access.”

“Easy access?” You repeat, testing out the words as you come to a realisation. “What?” You exclaim, quickly taking your hand away from his face to lightly slap at his chest. “No! We are definitely not doing that here, are you out of your mind? You pulled me away because you can’t keep it in your pants until we’re home?”

“And why not?” He asks, and this time, you can see the unbridled rage behind his look. “Would you rather go back to Lando out there? You looked quite happy in his arms after all.”

And the realisation dawns on you right then and there. That this isn’t about your choice of dress for the evening, no. It is about Lando. Though you don’t get that part, since he’s both of your friend, so why is Charles being like this? And you would ask him, of course. But the look he gives you indicates that he doesn’t want to be tested in that exact moment.

So instead, you attempt to calm him down, by dragging your hand gently down his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. He is like that, your Charles, sometimes he just wants to be held to see reason. “Charlie,” you call out, voice soft as you give him a pleading look, “why don’t you tell me what this is about, hm?”

You think he’s going to finally give in for a moment, but then he just gives you a blank stare. “I don’t want to talk,” he grunts, pulling you flush against him by the hands he has on your waist. His lips are on your neck faster than you can say anything, working his way towards your collarbones. The faint whimpers that come out of your lips bring a small smile to his lips knowing that he’s the one causing them, not Lando or any other guy.

“Charles,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trail along your skin. Despite the confusion and frustration swirling within you, you can't deny the way his touch ignites a fire deep within you, consuming your thoughts and leaving you breathless with desire. But as much as you crave his touch, you know that there are unresolved issues between you, issues that need to be addressed before you can fully give yourself to him in this moment. “Charlie,” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper as you gently push against his chest, urging him to stop. “Stop, we need to talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” He asks, all breathy and with a wild look in his eyes. You can see that he’s trying to hold himself back, but at the same time his hands keep moving on your body in a way that makes you want to let him lose control and perhaps even join him. He successfully ignores your attempts at pushing him away, sliding his hands down on your body to grab the hem of your dress, clenching the material in his hand while dragging it upwards on your thighs until he reaches the soft skin of your stomach. “I have a thing in mind which might help me feel better.” Unable to take your eyes off of him, you take a stuttered breath as you watch him slowly get down on his knees, his lips pressing kisses starting form your sternum continuing down your body over your dress until you feel his lips on the exposed skin of your stomach. His kisses stop once he’s met with the top lining of your underwear, looking at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes as he nips at the nimble lace adorning the top. You call out his name in a weak whimper – though it is not clear to you, nor him, whether you’re asking him to stop or go on. Charles decides to go with the latter. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

You don’t really need his reminder, you realise, but it is a welcome one. Your cheeks blush even further when you feel his gaze on you as he lowers his face towards your core, leaving a sweet kiss onto your clit through the fabric of your thong. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to just rip to whole thing apart so there is nothing separating you from him, but you know the game, and you especially know that the ending is sweeter than what you could ever imagine at that moment. And so you wait – you wait until he eventually makes his move and gives your slit a generous lick through the fabric. Watching you is equal parts thrilling and painful, mainly because he wants to drag out his teasing as long as possible just to see you falling apart for him. It’s second nature to you, the way your hand threads through his hair to move him the way you want to, but it is of course not an option because it’s Charles who is in charge.

He makes this known by the way he pulls away, ignoring the way your hands scramble to guide him back to where you want him to be. He nips at the skin of your thigh in a warning manner, pulling a whine from your lips as he fixes you with a look, “You’re not in control tonight, mon bijou, I’ll stop if you try to take over. You got that?” It’s sobering to see him take control in such a way, you sweet little Charles. Usually, he has no problem just laying back and letting you take all the control, or even just making you believe you do. But now? With the way he’s looking at you with such hunger? You know you’d be soaking through your underwear if you weren’t so wet for him already. All you can do is offer him a meek nod, with your lips hanging open in shock, but he is not satisfied with your answer. No, he needs to hear you say the words. So, being the initiative person that he his, he tips at your skin again, this time earning himself a whimper along a grumble about how he’s being unreasonable. He isn’t, but that’s a topic to discuss another time, he decides. “I said, you got that?”

“Yes! Fine, yes!” You whine, grabbing your dress even tighter with your fist that isn’t buried in his hair, “Please just make me come.”

“See?” He asks, flashing you a sweet smile as he lowers his face back onto where you need him the most, “It wasn’t that hard now, is it?” The grumble about how he’s about to be the hard one, makes him chuckle to himself, the rumbling from it making you moan his name as he finally gives you what you want. His tongue works fast as he laps on the wetness through your underwear, soaking the material even more without a care in the world. If you weren’t wet before, you’re sure you’re definitely wet as he drags his tongue through your slit and back onto your clit to suck it through the fabric, causing you to let out a string of moans, each getting considerably louder as he works on your cunt.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as the moments pass, as you become closer and closer to your impending release. You don’t even notice the fact that you’ve started to move your hips to match the rythym of his tongue, seeking something more to make you tip over the edge. You’re also very aware of the fact that Charles is letting you what you want to do, and though you’re scared out of you midn that he’ll stop like he threatened to do before, the little nod he gives you when you give him a pleading look assures you that he also wants you to come undone on his face.

Or so you’ve thought.

Because he knows your body so well that jus as you’re about to come he pulls back, leaving you high and dry, and even has the nerve to chuckle when he hears his name coming out of your mouth in a high pitched whine. You’re so lost in the moment that you almost miss the way he gently grabs your hands and removes them from his hair, pinning them above you and pushing you against the wall. “Why?” You whine, lips pushed out in a pout as your voice gets gradually whinier, “I was so close, Charles.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooes, “I know you were, I could feel it too.” He starts peppering your feverish skin with kisses, as if to say sorry for leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, and you find yourself arching your neck to expose more of your skin to his skillfull lips. You should stop him, some part of you screams to you in your head, because with the way he’s disguising the fact that he’s marking you with hickeys, but you don’t care at that moment. Your every breath and moan seem to motivate him to work faster, and harder, and when he eventually pulls back to leave a bruising kiss on your lips. A smirk finds its way onto his lips as he gives you an eyeing down, taking in how breathless you look. “Don’t worry, mon bijou, I’ll fuck you now, okay?”

You don’t even realise the nod you give him, too lost in his eyes to put words together to form a proper sentence. He’s gentle with you as he lets go of your hands and positions you the way he wants. With one of your legs wrapped around his hip he has better access to your soaked underwear, his fingers working quickly to pulling it aside. You don’t know when he managed to get himself free from his pants and underwear, but that doesn’t stop you from letting out a loud moan when you feel the tip of his cock circling your clit. “Please, please, please,” your voice cracks as you frantically beg him to do something more. You’d love nothing more than to scold him for the way he shushes you condescendingly, but any complaint you had evaporates when you feel him nudge your entrance. “Please,” you breathe out again, giving him pleading looks as you try to pull him closer somehow, “You promised me you’d fuck me.”

That manages to pull out a beathy chuckle for him, and as if he’s trying to console you, you feel his fingers gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Why don’t you do it yourself, hm?” A grin widens on his lips when you give him a look of confusion, and he leads one of your hands between your bodies for you to wrap it around his cock. “You want me inside you, right?” He rewards your tentative nod with a series of kisses down the column of your throat, “Come on then,” he mumbles into your skin, “put it in, pretty girl.” Exhaling a shaky breath, you keep your eyes on him as you guide him through your entrance. A gasp is torn from your lips when you feel his tip entering you, the initial stretch being more overwhelming because of the fact that you’re standing up. But Charles is quick to soothe you with his kisses down your neck, letting you control the rhythym and how further he can move inside you at first. With your hand making its way down to his hip, pressing him close to you, he quickly gets the message that you’re ready for him. “You’re ready?” He double-checks, raising his head to fix his eyes to yours.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now–” Your words are interrupted when you feel him move his hips back, just enough to have his tip inside you, and then he snaps his hips forward to thrust back in, making your breath hitch at the back of your throat. It doesn’t take very long for you to become a moaning mess, in fact, you’re more than ready to fall apart for him then and there, but you know he won’t let you until he gets his point across.   

“Look at you, mon bijou,” Charles darkly chuckles, hips matching the rhythym of the song playing outside at the dance floor, “what would people think if they saw you being such a mess for me in a club’s bathroom?” And the whine you let out in response to his question nothing if pathethic, but you can’t find it in you to care because of how good he’s making you feel. “Yes?” He prompts you, mocking the whiny ‘Yes’, that leaves your mouth before you start begging him to let you come. But he doesn’t, because he knows you can hold it until he’s ready for you too, and he tells you just that.

“So good, Charlie, so good,” you can’t help the broken moans you let out as he fucks you to the brink of an orgasm. But that is not enough for him, no. He needs everyone to know the two of you are together now, needs to get out all of his pent up frustrations out.

So when the opportunity presents itself with Lando knocking on the door asking if you are okay? A knowing smirk find its way onto his lips, and you try to silently plead with him with your eyes. “You want to cum?” He whispers in your ear, his thrusts becoming faster. “Say my name if you want to come, baby.”

“Please–” You gasp, hands grabbing the shirt he’s wearing. It’s no avail even if you try to keep your voice down. Because when Charles finds a way to slither his hand down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit in firm circles? You know there is no way you can stay quiet through your orgasm. “Why?” You manage to get out, “God, Charles please.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel so good, pretty girl.” He encourages you, his rhythym now almost brutal as he tries his best to make you come for him. “Come on, tell me who you belong to.” He chuckles darkly when he sees you shaking your head. “It’s not Lando, it’s me. You hear that?” Uh-huh, is the only answer he receives in return, but he is of course not satisfied with it. So, he gently pinches the inside of your thigh. “Tell me who’s going to make you come, or I’ll stop.”

“N-no!” You exclaim, too overwhelmed to see that his threat is an empty one, because he would never actually do something like that to you. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Come on,” he cooes, the sweet words he whispers into your skin making you more and more malleable to his request. “Say my name baby, let me hear you.”

“Charles,” your loud moan cuts the heavy air in the bathroom. Cheeks flushed, breath unorganised and with that wild look in your eyes? There’s nothing Charles wouldn’t do for you. With every move of his hips, you moan his name louder, eventually tipping over the edge as he feels you squeezing his cock so tight that he almost loses himself then and there.

That’s not to say he doesn’t, of course. Because just as you’re about done with your orgasm, you feel him come inside you, chanting your name alongside mine, mine mine. It takes a long time for the both of you to get back to your senses, but he’s extremely gentle with you as he helps you down and fixes your underwear. You find yourself snuggling up to him when he eventually takes you into his arms after fixing his own clothing, nuzzling your nose to his neck. “You know, I think I like the jealous side of you.” You mumble, leaving a few kisses across his jaw.

“Yeah?” He asks, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he cradles your face with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You nod, giving him a small smile, “But I need you to take me home, please, I can feel your cum dripping down my leg.”

“Oh baby,” he coos, tutting as he slides his hands down your body to grab you by the waist, “we’re not going home, it would be rude to leave our friends by themselves. Don’t you think so?” The flabbergasted look that you give him makes another chuckle come from his lips as he slowly turns you towards the door. His lips find the junction between your neck and shoulder again as he announces, “We’re going to go back out there, and we’re going to dance. We wouldn’t want you to miss your song now, would we?”

And when he opens the bathroom door and you hear the first words to a Rihanna song you love? You know it’s going to be a long night ahead of you.

[odiesdayoff]

JAIME REYES NSFW ALPHABET?? PLEASE ANYTJING NSFW JAIME 🧎🏽‍♀️

IM GONNA BE SO REAL I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED BB YET BUT I YEARN FOR HIM. SO BADLY. this may change when I see it like...tomorrow.

NSFW under the cut <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a cuddler. He’ll plant kisses all over you and hold you against him. He’ll keep telling you how much he loves you.

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

He likes his arms. Specifically how strong he is and how it allows him to pick you up and spin you around all romantic-like.

He loves your eyes. The color, the way you look at him, the way you squint when you laugh or smile. He can stare into them for days. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a bit more traditional and likes to cum inside. He’ll always wear a condom, though. He likes the closeness. Also includes your mouth!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s into cockwarming. Or falling asleep like that. He doesn’t know how to approach doing that. The thought of having to do some work and just you sitting with him inside? Makes him swoon. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He went through law school. In GOTHAM. Briefly a city boy. He’s had a few dates before you and he knows how to make you lose your mind. It took a bit of a learning curve to adjust to you specifically, but he’s GOOD. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When you’re, like, laying down together and spooning while fucking? Idk what that’s called. But that. He loves that. It’s just so intimate. He can hold you close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He loves to laugh. He enjoys spending time with you and doesn’t let it get too serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed. Dark and curly. That's all I'm at liberty to disclose.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so romantic. Definitely would be the type of person that lights candles and throws flower petals all over the bed. He’s such a sweetie. Will constantly tell you how attractive you are and how good you make him feel.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’ll never admit it, but he totally jerked off using a pair of your underwear that you had left at his place once. He’d rather not masturbate when he has you, but he has needs!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Heavy on a praise kink. Whether it’s giving or receiving. He’s also into you being in charge!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a little basic. In the bed. He thinks it's incredibly romantic. That, or in the kitchen and dining room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When he wakes up in the morning before you and you’re sleeping, he thinks you’re so hot he will actually melt. He would fight for his life not to wake you up and ask to fuck. You getting along with his family gets him going fr. Just seeing the people he cherishes the most getting along with you fills his heart.

Also…neck kissing!!! He looves it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’ll absolutely NEVER do any of the step-family or things related to family, even as a pretend thing or scene. That’s just way too weird. He’s far too close to his family to think about any of them sexually in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a sucker for making you come and oral is one of his favorite things to do. Bro will literally get under the table and give you head while you’re eating dinner if you even mention being a little horny or maybe someone that flirted with you. He’s gotta show you that nobody can make you feel as good as him. He’s a bit jealous.

He loves to receive, but is far too shy to ask for it. If you put it on the table, he’s giddy. He’ll somehow think that he’s degrading you by asking you to suck his dick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He takes it slow. Sometimes painfully slow, making you feel every vein in his dick each time he’s inside of you. If you asked him to be a little rougher with you, he ain’t gonna say no! When you’re on top or in charge, he lowkey loves when you kind of use him as a sex toy and go as fast as you need to reach your orgasm. He likes to prolong the moment as long as he can when you’re under him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers not to have a quickie. He wants to spend time with you as much as he can and take his time making you feel good. He definitely would not say no if you asked him right before either of you left for work and after you woke up. He just prefers a night full of lovemaking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It would definitely take a lot of convincing to get him to do more outlandish kinks, but he likes to try some things at least once. He’s not a “it’s hotter if we might get caught” person. Very much a behind locked doors kind of guy when it comes to sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a few rounds. Again, the scarab would increase that stamina by a little bit. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Let’s be so real. Yeah. I don’t think he would have toys for his personal use, but getting things for your pleasure is his favorite thing to do. He loves watching you squirm as he presses a vibrator against you. He would literally ask you to watch a movie, then use the vibrator on you while you sit on his lap the entire time.

Also…that suit? It can literally be whatever he wants it to be…IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He looves to tease you. At the grocery store, while you’re having dinner with your/his family, washing the dishes. He wants you to be completely dripping/rock hard by the time the two of you get to fuckin’.

On the other hand, he likes when you tease him. He’s a firm believer that whatever he does to you, you can do to him. A hand on your thigh under the table at the family dinner? He won’t be surprised when you “accidentally” drop your fork and lean over him to grab it from the floor. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Some guys are afraid to moan, Jaime’s in his partner's ear losing his mind. Initially, he’d be hesitant to be noisy and all, but once he gets comfortable (or you get a place alone) he’ll make sure that you know how good you’re making him feel. He’s a whimperer. Hardcore. You can play with his hair and his breathing gets shaky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a feeling that he would want to try to fuck while dressed as a priest. Maybe he watched Fleabag in college. Or had some religion in his childhood. Either that or have you dress in religious clothing and act that out. He’s not sure yet, but he wants to try it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about average size, maybe six inches hard? Uncut. Slight curve upward.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He would be a few times a week guy normally, but after the scarab fiasco, his drive increases. You could bend over picking something up and he needs to have you right now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he would absolutely pass out after a heated night. Like, I'm talking honk shoo mimimi with one leg off the bed and only half the blanket over his body.

[todoroki-waifu]

Can i request a story about the reader being in another school that is a rival of easton even though reader and rayne are a couple? Thanks💞 (im sorry if this is a weird idea i just thought it up in my head😅)

Note: Thank you for this! And it's not weird at all! It was a cute idea. Not sure how I feel about how I wrote this, but I hope you still like it. Also, Luke is a random character I made up.

Rayne x Reader

Warning: Female reader, cursing, and a guy hitting on/bothering the reader to be his.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:828

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Your excitement was increasing with every step as you approached Easton Academy. Your dorm mate is beside you, talking about today's event. There was a duelo match at Easton and your school was playing against them. Schoolwork had kept you and Rayne from physically seeing each other, but you still found ways to communicate. 

You and Rayne have been together for a little over a year now, but only a select few knew this. You both weren't ashamed of your relationship, but you agreed it was best to not announce it so loudly. You couldn't deal with people digging deep into your personal business and you knew it'd only fuel rumors and gossip since your boyfriend was from Easton. Despite your schools having history with each other, it didn't stop the two of you from falling for each other. 

"I have a feeling the match is gonna go into overtime." You hear your roommate as you search for your boyfriend. You planned on sitting beside each other to watch the game. 

"Yeah? You think?"

"I'm pretty sure! Both teams are at the top this season." 

"You're not wrong there." It didn't matter to you who won, you were more focused on being able to hug Rayne again. A voice shouts your name and your eyes target its source. You groan at the approaching male with his friends not too far behind, your roommate cursing at his presence. 

"Hey there, ___(y/n)! You ready to cheer me on?"

"Hey, Luke..." You forced out a polite smile. 

"We gotta go and grab some seats. Bye!" __(r/n) links her arm with yours, attempting to pull you away from Luke and his team. 

"Oh c'mon, stop cockblocking. I wanna talk to my girlfriend." Luke interferes with your escape route. 

"Don't call me that. I already told you that I have a boyfriend." You glare, your patience thinning rapidly the more you are around the duelo captain. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're just playing hard to get." He slips between you and __(r/n), draping his arm over your shoulders. You immediately create distance between the two of you, your eyebrows knitting together. 

"No, I'm not. Just like how I've told you many, many times before, I'm happily taken."

"That's just a lie." Luke steps closer to you once again. "You're always saying that."

"And I'm going to keep saying it." You were praying that someone would just date this idiot so he'd finally leave you alone. But all the other girls knew better. 

"It's just that I've never seen or heard about him before." You feel your hand being taken in his and lures you close to his body. "If you really have a boyfriend, then where is he?"

"Right here." Fingers grip tightly on Luke's wrist, granting you freedom. You automatically knew who it was because only one voice made your heart jump. You whisper his name, your blonde and black haired boyfriend now blocking Luke's view from you. Scum like him didn't deserve to lay eyes on his girlfriend. 

"Hey man, let go!" Luke's shout attracts a large audience from both academies. “Who the hell are you?” 

"I’m ___(y/n)’s boyfriend.” 

“What? Yeah right! I’ve never seen you two together!”

“It is none of your concern whether you have seen us together or not. If she has told you that she was already dating someone, you should have ceased your annoying advances from the beginning.” 

It was almost as if Ranye’s golden orbs were eerily glowing the longer he held his gaze at the duelo captain. 

“Che, whatever! I ain't wasting any more time with you. I got a match to win.” Luke pulls his hand back, trying to rub the pain away without seeming affected by the Sword Cane’s strength. Rayne ignores his comment, for now, and tends to you immediately.

"Are you alright?" He inspects for any physical injuries and distress in your eyes.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Rayne gently rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin under his thumb. You smile into his touch, leaning into it. His lips slightly tug downard at the thought of you having gone through that boy's pestering for quite some time. Rayne heard you complain about your multiple rejections. He couldn't blame you since you respected the promise you both made in regards to hiding each other's identity. Also, knowing you, you didn't want to worry the magic blade user. 

Well, he couldn't allow that to continue. He breathes out your name, his other hand claiming your free cheek. 

"I think it's time to let everyone know our little secret." Rayne lays his lips over yours delicately, ignoring the various noises from the onlookers. You couldn't help but melt into his kiss, pressing yourself a bit closer to him. It felt so liberating and exciting now that you both can show each other off. He wanted it to be clear who exactly your mystery boyfriend was. 

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 4

propaganda below the cut! (massive wall of text warning)

Miki Berenyi:

"shes the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. her hair is amazing and she's just gorgeous idk what else to say or how to fathom her beauty"

"I met miki berenyi a few weeks ago and shes the coolest and nicest person I've ever met so down to earth and nice and lovely which imo makes her incredibly hot"

"Founding mother of Shoegaze"

"I want to hold miki so tenderly and tell her jokes that make her laugh like we’re childhood friends and have a sleepover where we do each others makeup and then fuck so nasty the neighbors get alarmed and debate with each other whether or not to call the cops"

Brian Molko:

"Gender"

"IM GOING TO EAT HER. He is soooo beautiful and freakish and small and weird and girlfriend and tiny like a little princess bug fairy. Literally gorgeous she has to win"

"When he flipped over the table with the little limp wrist.... someone find the video"

"1998 woman of the year"

"Brian Molko is peak gender envy, gender bending and being yourself without caring about other people's opinion, on top of all that he is a great guitarist that writes amazing songs"

"Brian’s gonna win this. I think we all kinda know that."

"Tumblrinas would be nothing without Brian molko"

"Kills her kills her kills her kills her kills her kills him kills her. He's my everything <3"

"He came 10th in the list of hottest women sometimes in the 90s. Gender goals."

"No one in the world can sound so nasal and look so angelic....."

"don't you wish you had his gender"

"Single-handedly took my gender by the scruff of the neck and threw it in a washing machine at full speed. He talked about not expecting to "get away with" passing as a woman to the degree that he did when he started purposely presenting feminine. He talked about the importance to fuck with people's heads through his appearance and behaviour, the importance of ambiguity. About how being in the band allowed him to do stuff he couldn't have done otherwise, to exaggerate some of his traits. He had the fuck ass bob makeup nail polish dresses stuff down, but not in an overly sophisticated way, especially in the early career 90s days the vibe was more shabby punk rock chick. Also he fantasized about being in an all-girl band called Skirt and playing guitar and singing backing vocals in drag. According to a 1997 melody maker interview bandmate steve hewitt called him "the most confused woman he's ever known". And if you go down that rabbit hole there's just more of this. Lots of material to focus on if you like genderweird bisexual unclean libertines (song ref) who will just say Anything in interviews. It's fun."

"I've drawn him as saints and martyrs such as saint sebastian and joan of arc. Or all bloody lying in a wet alley after being thrown out of a club. Or unconscious on a snowy road. Or dying in a glue trap. Or shocked after seeing a dead body. Also as a nun and as rose mcgowan in the doom generation. This is because I'm normal."

"She's a sick little angel faced freak. My theythem girlboy queen. He reminds me of an ant. He's like 5 foot 4 or something. My goth girl boyfriend. <3"

[chastiefoul]

"banyak yang tak ku ahli, begitu pula menyambutmu tak kembali." | xiao

translates to: there are a lot of things i am not good at; including accepting the fact that you're not coming back home. notes: i feel so sick im gonna puke he's my favorite why am i doing this to him / hehe bawled my eyes out writing this / the title came from a song called 'rumpang' by nadin amizah. warning: angst, death (reader's)

loving you is so easy, that’s what xiao thinks. and for a man who’s dead set on not letting anyone tear off the walls caving around his heart, that’s saying a lot.

xiao had always attracted attention; whether by his superb strength, unworldly striking appearance, and of course the tale of the conqueror of demon that hardly left the shouts of the storytellers and whispers amongst liyue residents.

where most people approached him with mere curiosity and no more, they’re quick to run off after witnessing the cruelty in how he fights. yet, no one stayed to see the way he staggered as the outcome of using his eerie power got to him. wounded and alone, that’s how he spent most of his time.

fortunately, that’s how he met you that day. so troublesome, so unnecessarily selfless he thought, that you pull out what’s already a limited resources from your bag, treating his wounds like he’s a broken glass—the notion almost made him chuckle. “i am an illuminated beast, i have grown accustomed to injuries like this,” xiao said, as he made no effort to move his arm as you inspect it. “whatever being you are, even if you’re used it it means nothing. you’re still hurt.”

in the same day, verr goldet looked like as if she saw a miracle when xiao returned to wangshu inn, with you beside him as you assist him. well can anybody blame her? the yaksha who seemed to adore teleporting away to nobody knows where is now willingly be helped? what’s next, xiao falls in love?

that thought meant to be a sarcastic statement since that time it had zero percent probability on happening. but alas, that’s exactly what happened.

to be fair, xiao himself has erased his ties with that term. it’s always been a strange concept for him to grasp—the only time he’s close into perhaps understanding it, his fellow yakshas succumbed to their karmic debt; leaving him alone. and since, he’s no interested in something remotely even close that will involve his own emotions.

however like it’s said. loving you was easy, even especially for xiao. your kindness, compassion, quirks he finds amusing—your insistence. long he’s standing in mortal world, being with you somehow were the only times where he felt human. the loud thumping in his chest, the weird tight grip in his stomach, a warm sensation inside his chest. these lovely traits that somehow always revolved around you.

“ah, this must be love. i am sure.” he pondered to no one.

overjoyed did not even begin to explain the feelings he experienced when you reciprocated his endearment. from then on, xiao finally rediscover the exhilaration running through his veins that he have something to look forward to each day. being with you.

from then on, many times were spent together, many dates were planned, lots of kisses were shared. the talks, the laughs, the stories unfolded. love happened.

still, all good things must come to an end, don’t they?

✧

it all happened so fast, a rare time where the yaksha was momentarily distracted as you both were spending a nice time together in jueyun karst; an arrow you saw coming directly to your lover and your body moved without thinking, shielding xiao from the impact as the sharp object impaled you straight on the chest that you gasped.

and more than when he was surrounded by hundreds of enemy in the archons war, so much more than when liyue’s safety was compromised, xiao was panicked.

anger blinded him as he swiftly obliterated the threat before rushing to your side, holding your head close to his side. “stay, please.” he cried out desperately, sensing how little the life you have left. “xiao.. i love.. you.” you managed to let out the last of what you could force out and you were grateful that you were able to say that to him for the last time. after a few more seconds, the noise of painful breath hitching your throat grew silent, and xiao knew the body he’s currently hugging so tight, holds no more of your life.

xiao laid your corpse on the field where glaze lilies scattered—your favorite. he took you in once more, caressing your face so softly. “when i say mortals are weak, was this how you plan to prove me wrong? by dying to protect me? if it was i concede defeat once more, my love. you’re right—as always. so will you please wake up?”

drops of tears fell from his eyes, the guarded and unwavering yaksha broke down into heart-wrenching sobs and screams of agony.

his grief quickly twisted in to an unimaginable wrath, a story of where a portion of jueyun karst was ruined unfolded. it could be more, but fortunately morax was there catch the news as he was promptly forced to use a fraction of his power to appease the raging adeptus.

✧

“i am only excellent at fighting and everything that evolved in the world of violent, that’s it.” is what he always says, and the statement remains to be true, xiao is indeed not good at a lot of things. he just did not realize before one of them is accepting the fact the people dear to him will always leave, somehow.

you, who’s sweet, so utterly sweet that you made him forget momentarily about his fondness towards almond tofu. the lightness you brought, the marvel—no the art, of being near you; if almond tofu reminded him of how dreams tasted, you introduced him to a whole another level of wonderment. “archons, perhaps this feeling is as close i can get to experience what celestia must felt like—and it’s enough.” he thought.

you, whose promises were too good to be true but xiao couldn’t help but still lured—he thought it was okay if it’s you. who so easily made him relent and believed at another eternity where he’s freed from the darkness and karmic debt. a quaint little peace of mind where he’s assured if it’s with you, he can be finally be happy.

oh, how naive of the yaksha who lived through two thousand years.

how naive.

[mylovenox]

hey! how are u?? sorry if i'm bothering but could u do headcanons of Vance Hopper x Male reader who is like very sweet, kind but also very insecure and sensitive? love your writing!!

have a good day/night<3

Yes sir I gotchu :3

I’m honestly sooo in love with Vance Hopper dude it’s not even funny- Also like- IM SO SORRY FOR IT TAKING SO DAMN LIKE FOR YOU TO GET THIS-😭 I’ve been struggling a lot so I haven’t had the energy to write but please request as my as you want because it will ALWAYS. Get done :3

TW kissing, fighting, cussing- I’m dumb ash so tell me if there’s more

Vance Hopper x male reader headcanons <3

⋆Vance adores how sweet you are, he loves that you’re still sweet and kind even when he’s upset about something. (When’s he not?🥰)

⋆If anyone and I mean anyone. Says anything that even the slightest bit upset you or makes you feel bad about yourself we all already know that persons gonna have a trip to the hospital.

⋆because your his boyfriend? He’s not gonna let anyone make his partner feel bad in any sense.

⋆if he’s ever done/said smth that made you get all sensitive he’d feel really bad. Tho Vance is rude and violent in the movie he still would put his whole life into making sure he never did something to get you in a state like that.

⋆he loves you a lot! You’re the best boyfriend he could ask for!

⋆you guys listen to music all the time together whether it’s blondie, the runaways, kizz, weezer, Joan Jett, The Cramps.

⋆i think his fav song is Cherry Bomb by the runaways. Because who could blame him? It’s an amazing ass song!

⋆Vance definitely likes caramel candy- just had to say that-

⋆again Vance loves how sweet you are. A lot of the time he’ll go to you when upset just to hear your soft voice tell him that everything is okay

⋆he loves seeing your sweet adorable smile.

⋆he loves seeing how sweet and kind you are to others

⋆and ya a lot of people do think your relationship is “weird” because Vance is loud, aggressive and rude and your quiet, soft and sweet

⋆opposites attract 🤷🏻 I don’t make the rules.

⋆if he ever says something that makes you feel insecure he’d feel horrible. He’d be all over you, kiss you everywhere especially where he made you feel insecure and if it’s nothing with your body then he’d kiss your head as a way to “kiss away the thought”

⋆you guys definitely go on walks in the forest.

⋆he buys those bags of gummy’s that have gummy rings in them and he’d take all the gummy rings and purpose to you with them all and put every single one on your fingers.

“My beloved Y/N..will you make me the happiest guy alive and be my husband forever?”

⋆he’d say teasingly and kiss your check/lips after

⋆Vance obviously LOVES dogs. Tiny dogs- big dogs- he loves them!

⋆I can’t really see him as a cat person but at the same time I do….maybe it’s just if the cat is resting on his lap while he does whatever.

⋆one time you and Vance went to the grab ‘n’ go and were getting slushies and someone had randomly pointed at you and laughed an oh boy. They knew what they had coming. Vance set his slushie down and kissed your nose and told you to look away or don’t get close and then went up to the boy and proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of him and you had to drag Vance out (leaving your slushies behind😔🤙🏻) and run off to hide because the cashier called the cops.

⋆for Valentine’s Day he got you a teddy bear and took you to grab ‘n’ go to get a bunch of snacks you wanted and then you guys would go home and watch movies all night.

⋆for Valentine’s Day one of the things you got him was matching pj pants which he loved-!!

⋆I see you guys baking to together even if he smashes and egg on your head just for the fun of it🥰🤙🏻 but if that upset you in anyway and made you sad he’d apologize and help you clean it out of your hair before giving you a gentle kiss on the hand

⋆gives you lots of piggy back rides and I mean a lot- he also does the thing where he pretends drop you but doesn’t actually, but he’ll stop if you don’t like that

⋆just cuz he loves you sm :)

⋆he sneaks through your window a lot and stays that night, your caregiver wasn’t to happy at first but saw how happy you were and you guys were also so cute sleeping together. They definitely took photos and there’s some around the house in frames.

⋆whenever he doesn’t come over you guys call alllll night!

OMGG!! This was so cute to make:) lmk if I should do more because I so will 🤗

[kosije]

Can I request a Hirugami Sachiro fluff wherein the reader accidentally/unintentionally confesses her feelings >^<

I rlly love your writing!! I dont see much hirugami posts so id rlly appreciate it if you wrote this!

a/n: so so so sorry for my absence ^^; thank you for your support and im happy you enjoy my writing! Lightly edited, feel free to lmk any mistakes :)

Spring just might be your favorite season. The cool wind, flower blossoms, and calm days at the park with your best friend, Sachirou, and his pup make it hard for other seasons to compete.

“I’m gonna take her for another lap around, wanna come?” he asks, beckoning the playful Maltese puppy, who’s the same shade as his hair with two taps on his thighs. The only word you can think of to describe him is perfect. The bright blue cloudless sky and green flower-dotted grass seem like they’re only as radiant as the man standing in them in front of you. His smile is dazzling and his white tee tight and khakis show off his physique.

You say you're still short of breath, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were gawking at him.

he nods, turning his focus to the Maltese and grabbing her leash.

Only once he’s out of sight do you smoothen out your floral dress and take a swig of the ice-cold lemonade he had packed in the basket holding the rest of your snacks. It’s one thing to find your best friend attractive. It was a fact that he was gorgeous. Whether it was you two walking through the halls, attending his volleyball games, or going to the park for a picnic, Sachirou always seemed to draw the attention of everyone around him. And just a light brush to his curly hair would have any girl falling for him. But in love?

You can tell you’re pushing it. Even if your diary has his name written on every page with hearts around it, you know he’s not yours. You’re his friend, and friends are only meant to be friendly.

So how come when you see the two run back a few minutes later, your heart skips a beat and you let yourself pretend the two- or three of you are on a date? After hours pass of talking, running, drawing, singing, dancing, and eating, you both decide to wine down at his apartment.

“I just feel that she’d be much better with the side character. I mean, they have way more chemistry.” You say in between snacking on a random bag of chips you grabbed from the basket.

“You’re better than me. If she ends up with the bad boy as a cliche, I might shit myself,” He says, laughing when you scrunch your nose to him and let out an airy laugh. You think you see his cheeks go pink, but before you can ask about it, his dog jumps between you two.

“Hey! Down girl!” He says leaning back to avoid being hit by her tail while you hide your chip bag and move to cuddle her, giggling over how Sachirou shouldn’t be so mean to her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d believe she’ll to steal you away from me. Am I not cute enough?” He coos with a fake pout. Even if he is teasing, you can still feel your heartbeat spike.

“How could anything be cuter than you, Sachi?” You say subconsciously, still playing with his dog. It’s only after a couple beats of silence that you realize that was definitely not said in your head, and you feel a wave of embarrassment.

“I don’t know why I said that...” You mumble, not daring to look up and see his reaction. No matter how many excuses you tried to think of, none of them negated how obviously unfriendly you meant that.

“Listen I’m so-“

“Do you mean that?” His voice is soft, and against all of your reservations, your head turns up to face him. His lips are slightly parted, and his cheeks are flush.

You can’t find it in yourself to lie to him when he looks at you like that. So against the butterflies threatening to escape along with the chips, you breathlessly say yes.

His dog jumps from your lap, running off to somewhere you can’t bring yourself to focus on because his body is getting impossibly too yours. To the point where your fingertips are ghosting each other.

“How do you feel about me, really?” He asks his face now close enough that you can feel the shakey breath he lets out after the question. His eyes are steady on yours, but only for a beat does it flicker to your lips and you try your best to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I......What I feel for you is stronger than friendship. It has been stronger than that for a while now,” you confess, leaning into him with a rush of courage. “Is that... okay?”

“Is that okay?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking before tackling you down on his couch in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Can’t... breathe,” you gasp, making him spring up and apologize profusely.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve been good,” you say, not being able to hide the elated grin pulling at your lips.

“It’s more than ‘okay’, stupid. Oh my gosh, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Being in love with your best friend is a bigger cliche than that movie we were watching.”

If the hug didn’t make your heart skip a beat, his confessing he’s felt the same way as you make your heart feel like it’ll stop right here.

“Tell me about it.” You say, watching his breath hitch before moving his hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him by his feather-light touch moving to your chin.

Wordlessly, his lips catch yours, and you feel your head spin. His kiss is soft and intoxicating, but so passionate you’re left gripping on his shirt. You both pull back for hair, and his eyes glint like he’s looking at the stars.

“I love you.” The words are easy and flow effortlessly from your lips like they’ve been said countless times before.

“I love you too.” He says, with that same smile that’s always lit everything around him up.

Softly, he pulls you into his chest, reviling in the realization that all of his feelings have led up to (what was) his wildest dreams coming true.

And when you hear his heart hammering against his chest as he presses his lips softly on your forehead, only then is it obvious that there is no better season than spring.

[jaxieus]

ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

[frenziedslashers]

Hey bestie. I see you're also deep in the borderlands rabbit hole and I have read all your stuff, it's all beautiful. Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons or an NSFW alphabet for Rhys pretty please?

Also, I'll be waiting (im)patiently for that fluffy Rhys fic 😩 I love him and his silly little face. The urge to smother him with kisses to reassure him he's perfect is so SO strong today

Take this photo as well:

Hey, welcome back to Tumblr JD! Long time no see. I absolutely love that you have also fallen into the Borderlands Rabbit hole. It's super nice to see you here partying away with us and the brain rot lmaooo Thank you for the meme as well, I will cherish it forever 😤💙💚

I can definitely give you all the Rhys content you want homie. I just posted the fluff fic, so make sure you go and check that out if you want 😌 Here's your NSFT alphabet though 😏

Rhys: NSFT Alphabet:

MINORS DNI!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rhys is very big on aftercare after sex. He loves showering you in attention and also loves being showered with attention himself. He makes sure to clean you both up to prevent a bigger mess than the both of you already made, he also keeps some water close by so the both of you can have something to drink before you both doze off. He's definitely going to have his arms wrapped snuggly around you with the sheets covering at least your guys' lower halves while you both fall asleep, though. I feel like he has this weird fear that someone might walk in on you both sleeping fully/half naked and he's worried they'll see your body so he has to make sure at least your lower half is covered for your safety.

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

Their favorite body part of their own: Rhys' favorite body part of his is probably his non-prosthetic arm. He likes being able to feel your body with his hand and kind of hates the fact that he can't feel you with his other hand. Plus the fact he's sort of scared to touch you with he robotic arm in fears he might accidentally hurt you with it being metal and all. He also really likes his eyes and ability to see you.

Their partners favorite body part: Rhys loves everything about you, but he'd probably have to go with your eyes, lips, and thighs as his favorite things. He really likes how soft the skin of your thighs are, and one of his favorite pass times is kissing you or being kissed by you. With your eyes, he just loves looking at them and being seen by them. He loves a lot about you, but if he had to chose, he would probably say those three things.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I headcanon that Rhys is a particularly clean guy, so he doesn't really like making a mess of you or himself. If you want him to he'll cum on you, and as long as he knows you can't get pregnant he'll cum in you if you want. He's cleaning you up right after, though. He normally uses a condom when the two of you do anything sexual though to prevent the mess and also because protection. He does find it somewhat attractive when you swallow him after sucking him off, but he's not gonna make you do it just for his pleasure.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Tales Rhys doesn't really do a lot of dirty things, but he feels his biggest 'dirty secret' is thinking about you in sexual aspects before the both of you even got together.

Borderlands 3 Rhys on the other hand is a bit more experienced, whether that be with you or someone else before you came around. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, enjoying the thought of tying you up, you fucking him, and his favorite fantasy of all; fucking you/being fucked on his desk at work.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Tales Rhys: I don't think he's that experienced. He may have had a few flings here or there, but it wasn't anything exciting and filled with kinks or anything. Mostly just to blow off some steam and have a little fun. So if you have any kinks you wanna try you'll have to talk to him about it first. Depending on what it is he may be a bit hesitant and intimidated, but he doesn't mind trying for you. Who knows, he might learn a few things about himself, too.

BL3 Rhys: He's fairly experienced and more open to trying things that he wants to try with you. He's still a little nervous to tell you about his ideas, but he's happy if you're willing to try them with him. He's more adventurous and experienced being the new hot stuff since he basically rebuilt Atlas from the ground. He's had a lot more people trying to sleep with him since then, so if the two of you get together after he's the business man he is in this game, then he's had a lot more experience with others. If you've been with him since he was the man he was in Tales, then the only experience he's had is with you, but he's definitely tried more things with you since those days.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: His favorite when he's in a lovey dovey mood is for sure missionary. He loves holding you or being held close by you. He also likes the fact that he can look into your eyes and see every reaction you make on your face.

Doggy: When he's in a more pent up mood he does like this style a bit more. Whether it's him shoving your face into the mattress, or you shoving his face into the mattress solely depends on his mood.

Cowgirl: Again, he mostly likes this position due to the fact that he can see your face and eyes. The bonus for this position is the fact that his hands have an easy access to your thighs.

Over a desk: This isn't really a technical position, but bl3 Rhys gets a thing for having sex over his desk. He can't really explain why, it's sort of a power and possession thing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on his mood really. For the most part he's fairly goofy when the both of you do things. Especially the first few times the two of you do anything sexual. He tries to keep the mood light hearted and you comfortable with the situation. As the relationship progresses he gets a little more serious. Especially if the two of you are having sex after a life or death situation. He wants this moment with you to be full of how much he loves you and is glad you're both okay.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I fully believe that this man keeps himself fairly clean. He doesn't want you to judge and laugh at him so he tries to keep his hair kept down. Plus, he doesn't want you complaining, out loud or mentally, about how unkept he is if you do happen to go down on him. He'd think about it until the day he died.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries really hard to be a romantic guy, but sometimes he just gets too awkward and worked up. He never knows what to say and ends up rambling, there's times you might have to shut him up and calm him down with a kiss. He does try though. He'll come home from the office with take out and a bouquet of your favorite flowers without asking. He'll wash you're hair while you two bathe without you asking. He's a gift giver when it comes to showing his love, and I'll die on this hill.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He didn't really masturbate a lot before he met you. He would here or there when tensions were high and he needed to chill out, but after he met you he seemed to do it a bit more frequently. You were always on his mind and he was convinced he would never be able to have you so touching himself and pretending it was you was the closest he thought he'd ever get. Once the two of you get into a relationship he mellows out on masturbating. He has you to take care of that if the moment arises. Plus, even just knowing he has you if he needs taken care of and you're up to it sort of wears out his sexual tension.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slight Exhibitionist, the thought of getting caught thrills him, but if he actually got caught fucking you he'd probably shrivel up and die.

Oral fixation. He's really into using his mouth to pleasure you, something about it just gets him going. If you leave hickeys on him or go down on him he's equally thrilled.

Slight bondage, especially on himself. He likes being unable to do anything and having you in control after he became CEO. He feels taken care of and the fact he can't touch you gets him all hot and bothered. He likes tying you up here or there if you'll let him, too.

Praise, this boy needs all the praise he can get. It's an easy way to get him to corral you to bed, too. If you drop a little "good boy, Rhys." or a "you look so handsome today," with an almost ghost of a kiss, expect him to be chasing you into the bedroom while taking his shirt off in the process.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place is probably the safety of your guys' shared home. He likes being able to have the privacy and it allowing for the both of you to make all the noise you want. He also likes being able to take his time since neither of you have to be worried about an interruption. Plus, then he can have you anywhere in the house. In the shower, on the bed, the couch, in a blanket fort on the floor, the options vary.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praise is a good one to get him going.

Wearing something extra spicy. Whether it be wearing a dress/crop-top/no shirt on a hot day, or dressing up nice for him when the two of you are getting ready to go out on a date. He loves being able to flaunt to the world that you're his when you dress up especially nice just for him. Sometimes neither of you make it out the door though because he's pulling the clothes right back off of you.

Hickeys. Something about one of you leaving hickeys on the other gets him all hard and uncomfortable in his pants. He likes the world knowing who you both belong to.

(TW DRUGS) If you smoke pot or cigarettes and you shotgun the smoke into his mouth he's like putty in your hands and begging for more. He swears it's the hottest thing you've ever done with him. Even if he does end up nearly dying because he's never really smoked anything before.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would say no to sharing you. He's sort of insecure and worried that you would end up liking the other person more than him. So sharing and voyerism is out of the question.

Breeding you (Only really if you have a female reproductive system). I really don't see Rhys as a guy who wants kids, so he wouldn't be into a breeding kink. He'd get all nervous and scared he'd jinx you guys and you'd both end up with a baby.

Degrading/hard-hitting(specifically with a paddle or something that isn't his or your hands)/choking. He hates the thought of hurting you and being hurt. Small thinks like pinching, biting, light slaps on skin other than your faces, etc. are fine with him. He just won't straight up hit you, choke, or degrade you. He's too scared and not good at degradation at all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rhys enjoys giving more than receiving. He feels accomplished when you squirm and make little noises for him because he's making you feel good. He thinks he's pretty good at it. He's a quick learner and pays attention to how your body reacts to different things.

He does like receiving, and won't ever deny it though. He's normally praising you for your work and gets a little vocal because you just make him feel so good.

When it comes to mouths on other body parts, he's sort of a leech. He locks sucking and biting on your skin to leave little (or even sometimes big) love bites all over your body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's typically slow and sensual. He likes to take his time with you when he's topping. If he is in a bad mood and you give him permission to just use you he's not against going fast and rough. Fucking you up into the bed or whatever surface you guys are on.

When he's on the bottom he likes it when you're a little rough with him. He feels like he deserves it, but doesn't really have a preference. As long as you both feel good and he knows you're paying attention to him, he's good with whatever you give him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like doing them often. When he has sex with you he likes taking his time. Plus, he can feel a little out of it after sex. He gets a little scatterbrained and ends up having you on his mind most or all of the day. So he'd rather just take the whole day or night to worship your body.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, he's game to experience, but he doesn't enjoy taking risks if they are particularly dangerous. He's had too many life or death experiences in his life to toy around with anything dangerous. It sends him into a panic if anything. He also has mixed feelings with the thought of getting caught. It's thrilling, but it also terrifies him at the same time. If the experimenting is something harmless though, then he'd be good to try it with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Tales Rhys doesn't really have that high of a stamina. Like said earlier, he's not really that much of a fling guy. So when you come around he has to build up his stamina a bit. He tries his best, he really does. You just feel too good and he gets lost in the moment.

After the two of you are together for a while, or Bl3 Rhys who I believe to be a bit more experienced, he can last a few rounds as long as he has some break time, plus he lasts a lot longer as well. He normally uses those break times for foreplay. He knows how to ration out his rounds and give you a good night. He's able to figure out your body just right so you've cum more than him some nights, even.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he really owns any toys, but he's not afraid to use them. If anything he uses them to his advantage on you. If you have female anatomy he especially likes straps. He's not afraid to let you go to pound town on him. If you get him any toys he's definitely gonna use them on you/himself depending who you got them for him to use. He also would be more into buying some for the both of you if you express and interest in them. He thinks they make the bedroom more fun if anything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tries to tease you, but he more times than not ends up caving in. You're just so irresistible to him. Plus you have a way of talking him into giving you what he wants. He swears you have some sort of siren ability or that you hacked into his Echo Eye somehow.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries not to be really loud, so he normally bites his lip to suppress the noises. Letting out grunts and groans, but some nights he just lets loose. Especially if you tell him to. He can be quite loud if you let him be. Especially if you're giving him head or if you're the one fucking him. Something about the position and vulnerability of it all just gets him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If the two of you are in a relationship during his Tales era he won't have sex with you for the longest time because of Jack. He hates having him linger and make perverted comments when the two of you are just cuddling or kissing. The thought of letting Jack see you naked, even if he is just an AI, freaks him out more than anything. So he does his best to avoid it with you until he can figure out if he can actually get Jack out of his head or not. Or at least get him under control so he can't see everything that he does.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

That is up for you guys to decide. I don't like giving this that much of a description lmao.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before gets with you it's super high. You're all that's on his mind and it gets him pretty sexually frustrated. After he's with you it's still pretty high, but he's more mellow and less frustrated about it. Unless he's been working a lot and neither of you have really had the time to have sex or even really hang out with each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tries to wait until you fall asleep, but he's normally the first to pass up. He either uses all of his energy in the act or he's just worn out from a hard day of work and then this. He also just feels calm and at ease after sharing moments like that with you. So he normally falls asleep because it's the first time his minds actually not racing long enough for him to fall asleep.

[ssho197]

Modern au xiao brain rot rn can't even anymore.

my pfp and header won’t load in properly and idk why

i wrote this during school and in class so

I would so kin a high school au xiao bc he’s smart asf but still super creative art-wise AND FUCKIGNFNJNKJD ATTRACTIVE ASF SJFLKKJVEK.

Anyways i think i used to have a list of all the senior subjects he would have but i “lost” the list so imma try to recreate it. Im pretty sure his list of subjects was literally almost the same as my subjects :skull: anyways i think it was, advanced english, advanced maths + extension 1 or 2 maths, sor cant remember how many units, visual arts, chemistry, biology or physics. PLS I CANT REMEMBERRRRRRR. HE WOULD SO LISTEN TO ODETARI. ODETARI XIAO SUPREMACY. Anyways he would not know how to talk to anyone for shi. Prolly acts super cool but either gets super flustered or cold if you were to help him with picking up smth, def DOES NOT get bullied bc hes so cool and way too attractive (also scary) for anyone to do anything mean to him. IM FUCKING TELLING YYOU. GIRLS WOULD DROOOLLLL OVER HIS ASS. (i wouod) AHEM AHEM AHEM. this whole paragraph is me on something. The only thing making it barely readable is google’s autocorrect. NOW THEYRE TELLING ME TO CAPITALISE THE G IN GOOGLE AW HELL NAW. IM HERE TRYNA TALK ABT XIAO. he probably tried to fail religion so he didn;t have to do it but then someone told him its mandatory and him failing RE affects his whole grade soo. Teahcers can’t decide whether to hate him or love him cuz he does the work quietly but he's a sassy little B-I-T-C-H. He also probs gets cautions and detentions bc of his shirt being out but prob rarely gets cautions bc he says to the teachers face that he looks better with it out and most teachers don't have the BALLS to tell him off or give him a caution. Probs only the same teachers giving him cautions anyways but theres always gonna be one girl in his class telling the teacher that xiao does look better with his shirt out. Now, would xiao play video games? Ngl probably not since hes like too busy doing his work. OMG HE SHOULD SKATE HE SHOULD SKATE. YES, OK SO. HE SKATES IN HIS FREETIME AND THATS WHY HES SUPER BEHIND ON SOCIAL MEDIA TRENDS. He does have an instagram but his pfp is still just the plain og grey one. He has no posts but he does post on his story sometimes. He follows you and definitely stalks your acc whenever he gets the chance. He looks through your acc THROUGHLY like he def examines everything, where you are, what you're eating, who your friends are and everything. he srsly doesnt have anything better to do with his time. Theres only so much work you can do before you go out to skate, then theres only so many cuts and scratches your body can take before you have to go home, and there are only so many posts on her instagram you can stalk :( I LOVE XIAO!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS MY FAVOURITE AND I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bro def got forced to go to the counsellor once, he hated it and was very aggressive the whole time but its ok bc hes pretty.

OMG IJOWRFBJKKJLNSFVLJSVKSJKJBSFSKFBBFKJ MAGINE LAWYER XIAO

I CANT EVEN ANYMORE RKLOJEFJKVBELSKLNKLSDKL JUST FUCING QDJFW [K J just imagine xiao in a suit and like lawyer xiao. But then i mean like, all lawyers are old and wrinkly and as old asf so idk if i could do that to my bb xiao

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

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4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I think for simplicity's sake I'm gonna say.. three. Tales From The Lagniappe, Pink Foam on Play Night, and the newly renamed freshman fic My Kingdom For a Whole Lotta Bullshit. TFTL is still pretty loose, MKFAWLB is still mostly comprised of old ass crumbs from 2018-2020, so here's a snippet for PFOPN

A simulated hand gave him a pat on the shoulder. “That’s your cue, slugger,” the SQUIP almost sang. Jeremy swallowed thickly, voice wavering. “She’ll do whatever I want.” “That’s what I promised.” It sounded so innocently proud of such a horrific feat, like a cat that'd brought a dying bird to the doorstep, the poor creature’s blood staining the concrete as it struggled to cling onto each weak breath it took. But the cat didn't know that its act of affection wouldn't translate the way it thought it would. Or it didn't care; you could never really tell what was going on in the cat's head. 

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Oh out of order as fuuuck. The Swamp Fever campaign (ch 14-17) of L2C was closer to being finished than Dead Center (ch 2-5) for a looong time before I finally focused more on finishing the chapters chronologically so they'd be done in time for posting.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

Um. Funny story, that's like. Exactly what I'm doing with PFOPN and MKFAWLB lol. Pink Foam is a spiritual rewrite of The Play-centric chapters of my first fic and My Kingdom is going to completely overhaul what I was planning to do for this. (I was debating on whether to add onto this fic like it hasnt been 6yrs since ive touched or to just start over and rewrite the first couple of chapters. For archival purposes, im leaning toward the latter) So. Uh. Lemme see what I've got!

The SQUIP didn’t even need to actively fight Michael to make it difficult to give Jeremy the Red Dew, as his pained writhing was more than enough to make the task near impossible. It might’ve been easier to wrap him in a blanket burrito just to keep his limbs from flailing around, like he were a skittish cat that needed to be held still for a vet. But Michael didn’t have a blanket or some readily available equivalent, and straddling Jeremy wasn’t getting him very far, so the best he could do was try and restrain him from behind. This was more effective at keeping Jeremy still when it was a full body effort, but it didn’t give Michael the freedom to actually get the bottle open, so the victory was hollow.

A recently familiar clickity clack caught Jeremy’s ear, and thankfully Michael’s too, as he was waving a hand trying to flag down a certain popular kid on crutches. The context of Jeremy being locked between Michael’s legs on the ground was clearly lost on Jake, but they couldn’t really complain when he hobbled over to see what all the commotion was about.

“Jake! This is gonna sound weird, but if I hold down Jeremy, can you make him drink this Mountain Dew Red?” Michael tossed the bottle up to Jake, watching him catch it out of the air.

Jake looked between the bottle and the two of them for a moment, then flashed an annoyingly charming smile that anyone attracted to guys would swoon at. “Actually? That doesn’t sound weird at all.”

Thank fuck for chaotic theatre nonsense expanding Jake’s horizons on what constituted ‘weird.’

“Up, up, down, down, left, right, A.”

Jake hissed and winced at some internal pain - one that Jeremy immediately knew the cause of when he felt it too - bringing one hand up to his forehead. He grinned unnaturally wide and unscrewed the bottle's cap with just his thumb and index finger. Carbonation escaped with a fizzy hiss as the lid clicked against the ground and rolled under a prop dresser. Pastel soda foam poured over the lip of the bottle like a baking soda volcano before Jake turned the capsule upside down, letting all the Red Dew come down like a bloody waterfall with several glugs in rapid succession.

[wanou-dorm]

Chessy and odd Pick up lines Prompts

Cheesy Pick lines Prompts 

Odd and Cheesy Pickup lines I’ve found across the Web Mainly Joke4us and Pick up line.net. 

Put on in the Ask Box( specify characters saying it ) and ask  one muse of mine to React to it 

Hey, I’m writing an article on the finer things in life and I was hoping I could interview you.

Do you ever wear fishnets? Because you’re a real catch.

Are you a gardener? I like your tulips

Titanic. That’s my icebreaker. What’s up?

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can be my Cinderella, I'll even give you a shoe" 

So, it is a lie that fairies only appear in dreams.

Your voice is so a-do-re-ble to mi. 

I might not be Shawn Mendes, but your gonna love it when I call you "Senorita". 

Are you Stacy's mom? Cause you've got it going on. 

You must be the North Star, because the light around you guided me here 

Is your dad a thief? Why? Cause I saw him steal all the stars out of the sky and put them in your eyes. 

Would you touch me so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel? 

You must be (insert Famous Person here) twin sister/Brother ; the one they don't talk about because she/he's much more beautiful 

Are you an octopus? Because you octopi my thoughts.

So do you like stawberries or blueberries? [choose one] cause i need to know what kind of pancakes to order you in the morning

Are you an alien? because you just abducted my heart 

Are you a angel? cause I'm allergic to feathers * fake sneeze * 

With my IQ and your body we could begin a race of genetic superchildren to conquer the earth.

Do you have a Bandaid? Cos I just scraped my knee falling for you. 

Are you a mermaid?, cause your cute as shell.

My mom told me that life is like a deck of cards, so you must the be queen of hearts. 

Girl you must be made of Florine, Iodine, and Neon, because you are FINe 

You know why Men are so much sexier than women? Because you can't spell sexy without "xy". 

Are you coral reef? Because I'm in love with your beauty.

You must be a compound of beryllium and barium...because your a total BaBe. 

Hi does your body consist of Oxygen and Neon?, because you are the ONe. 

Are you full of Beryllium, Gold, and Titanium, because you are Be-Au-Ti-Ful 

Im attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force. 

Shiitake happens, our love doesn't.

Baby you're so cute you made my page 404. 

I'm not being obtuse, you are being acute girl 

Our love is like dividing by zero.... you cannot define it 

I less than three you..... (i < 3 you) 

At absolute zero, you would still move me. 

Your beauty defies real and complex analysis. 

Your hottness is the only reason we can't reach absolute zero. 

I wish I was your coronary artery, so that I could be wrapped around your heart. 

Roses are #FF0000, violets are #0000FF. All my base are belong to you. 

Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (holds up mirror)

Are you a keyboard? Because you are my type.

Whether Jafar or Ja-Close I'll always be yours.

It's like Beauty and the Beast. I'm the Beauty you are the Beast.

I'm the eighth dwarf, Sexy.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la don't be scared, you got the moves prepared, you want to kiss me, girl.

I can take you to infinity and beyond.

Hey cutie, is that Cupid's arrow in your bow?

I'll be your Tramp, if you'll be my Lady.

Is your name David? Because I'm pretty sure you could have only be crafted at the hands of Michelangelo.

Are you a fly guy? Because you sweep me off my feet.

I used to waste time chasing butterflies , but nowadays because of you, I have them in my stomach.

You're like a butterfly beautiful to see but hard to catch.

I always think BC stand for Before You Came Into My Life;

couldn’t help but notice that you’re not a B-rachiosaurus, but a DD-rachiosaurus.

When I kissed you, I saw fireworks. Or Jubilee. Either way.

You activated my heart!

Aye girl, you a Twix? Cause I want both sides of you.

You mint a lot to me.

You candy cane do it.

You look sad, let me sprinkle some of good vibes at you baby.   

Are you cake? Cause I want a piece of that.

Did you just fall from heaven's bakery? Because you look as tasty as an angel cake.

You are on my list of things I'd do for a Klondike bar.

You put the 'hot' in hot fudge sundae.

You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.

Are you a fruit, because Honeydew you know how fine you look right now?

Are you sure you're not an alien because you've just abducted my heart!

Can I borrow your cell phone? I need to call animal control, because I just saw a fox!

Did god take the thunder out the sky and put it in your thighs?!

Excuse me, could you please dial down your hotness, it's causing global warming

Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.

Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back

[burning-thistles-bt]

fuck i mean sure okay i understand maybe but really i’m very sure that if a person is attracted to the same gender and is gay/lesbian you really. cant. w. you cant call yourself a lesbian / a gay man if ur attracted to the opposite gender ,, and keep in mind im lesbian myself so really… I AGREE with you about the certain part where its like they can realize they’re a different gender / sexuality but everything else is a not so much moment , but i realize i cant really change your opinions on things /lh thats just your view on it i suppose , i’m not gonna try and convince otherwise

I totally understand why you believe that as well! By definition, a gay man means "a man attracted to men and not women." That is The Definition and trying to define it as anything else is just undermining the identity. But trying to box in those who identify as gay into One Scenario Only isn't very helpful.

Let's say a gay man dates a non-binary person. They are not a man or woman. Is that okay? Are they still gay? Or are they no longer gay? Do they now have to be bisexual or pansexual?

Some people say they're still gay if the non-binary person appears masculine or was previously a man (see below*). Some people say that's offensive to the non-binary person as they don't identify with masculinity but masculinity is now being forced onto them so that the gay man can remain gay. Whose right?

Now, let's say a gay man becomes attracted to a trans woman. Their appearance is more masculine, whether because they choose to be masculine or because they have not transitioned fully into a more ambiguous or feminine appearance. This is a tricky situation, isn't it? Is the gay man no longer gay because they are technically attracted to a woman---or are they still gay because they were attracted to the masculinity of the woman? And is it okay for the guy to be attracted to the masculinity of a trans woman, or are they transphobic for having those feelings? What's the right answer?

To some, it's easy---he's not gay. Or, he is still gay. To others, like myself, that answer isn't black and white. It depends on the circumstance (is the gay man acting transphobic to the trans woman? is the non-binary person okay with a gay man dating them? is the gay man more attracted to masculine or feminine traits or do the traits not matter? is it more of the "biological" attraction or an emotional attraction?). Not everyone fits into the binary.

I'm not saying that gay men can date a bunch of women and call themselves gay, either. That's not what I'm supporting. I can't emphasize that enough. Hetero men can't genuinely date only women and call themselves "gay" just for queer points. What I'm supporting is the gray area, the rarer occurrences. The "my husband came out as trans and is now my wife. I still love her, but I've never been attracted to women before. What do I do now?" Because Holy Shit, isn't that a hard scenario? You've been confident and happy with your identity for so long, and then suddenly this one thing makes you have to rethink it all. Because here's the facts:

You are attracted to men.

You dated a man.

You married a man.

You love this man.

This man is now a woman but still has the body you love.

They start to transition (if they choose) and their body changes, but you still love them---perhaps the attraction for their body is different, but you still love them. Who they are, how they laugh, how they smile, how they snore, what they stand for, everything.

You are still attracted to other men, and not attracted to women.

You still love your wife.

Are you gay?

This is a scenario where I'm like, yeah, I don't care if you call yourself a gay man still. I understand the implications---other people see a happy man-woman couple and are like, "Uh? What do you mean you're gay, Steve? You have a wife!" And then homophobes point to Steve and Jill and go "Look! That guy says he's gay but he has a wife! You're all just liars and frauds looking for attention!" And that's not very fun for the rest of us who have to defend ourselves from those assholes.

But I don't care about those assholes. I care that Steve and Jill are happy. I care that Steve is okay with who he is and that Jill is okay with who she is.

And then there are the people who say, "But you can't be gay, Steve! You have to be bisexual now! You have to call yourself that, or pansexual, or maybe call yourself demisexual but just for your wife, or have you heard of abrosexual? What about agentosexual? I think that's what you are!" and Steve is just like "I don't know. Can't I just love my wife and that's the end of it? Maybe I'm not gay anymore. I don't know." And these people aren't ill-intentioned. They feel they're just trying to help, or trying to "correct" things. But there isn't always a correct answer, and the more you try to force one, the further away the "correct" answer gets.

Some articles I think are worth a read that go into more on the topic are these:

*‘What happens when you’re in a gay relationship and your partner comes out as non-binary?’ "This experience has highlighted to me more than ever that sexuality and gender exist on a spectrum; they are fluid and ever-changing. Despite my partner being non-binary, I still feel that I identify as a gay man. I still consider myself attracted to masculinity and my partner acknowledges that they are still predominantly male-presenting and have no intention of changing this, I still respect their gender identity and will continue to do so."

‘I wanted to be supportive but I was terrified of losing her’: what happens when your partner comes out as trans? "I didn’t fall in love with a gender, I fell in love with a person," is by far my favorite quote. Though, be warned, the second interviewee is Definitely Transphobic and I don't like them, but the first and third interviews are so sweet, I love them 🥺. But really this whole article is great to really get a wide perspective on how people react to their partners transitioning. "Any couple, whether or not they stay together, is changed by the experience of transitioning," is also a great end note.

What My Partner's Transition Meant For My Sexuality "It became very clear to me that being a lesbian married to a man was in fact not the actual problem. My problem was I could only see in black and white, yes and no. I had entwined my ego, my sense of self, with my lesbian identity. A lesbian shall not be married to a man. A lesbian shall not enjoy sex with a man......I lean on that inspiration when I'm asked, "So, what does his transition mean for you? Are you straight now?" I just answer, "I'm in love.""

Just in general, there's so many ways humans react to this kind of complicated stuff. Some people have a realization of sexuality---they realize that they were always X sexuality, or that they are okay with being X sexuality. Others find themselves able to "adjust" and love their partner(s) regardless of gender, even if the attraction is muddled.

Something I'd also like to mention is that there are fair points on both sides of this argument. I am not solely and utterly right on this topic. There are things that I concede could be my own bias---for one, I've never experienced romantic/sexual attraction myself, so what could I really know about allo experiences?---but I try to research topics before I fling myself into anything. I can see the logic and the reasoning on both sides. And also the other in-between sides. I don't think there's an absolutely right or wrong for this scenario---not right now. Not with how culture and society is right now. But this is the side that I stand with the firmest ground on.

[starscelly]

anyone want an essay on how i think/interpret Miro as just a Guy rather than miro the player, wrote on 23hrs of no sleep and having not read it over once since? bon appetite.

so. if you know/follow me you know i am a Big miro heiskanen guy. occasionally to a deranged level. and as much as i feel the need to scream about him every .5 seconds i do in fact have to confess. i have no fucking idea what his personality is. like he’s so insanely quiet and/or professional in everything he does that im like ok, but who the hell is miro the Guy.

and initially i put all of this on language barrier stuff - typically, guys who have super strong accents or not the best english tend to be more comfortable in interviews with their first language. and miro for sure is! but it’s not stuff you couldn’t pick up on from his english interviews or even watching him on the ice. whether its in finnish, english, or the universal body language, at first look miro is a pretty standard hockey player: he’s pretty quiet, has no problem chirping the guys in his circle, and is nauseatingly humble. he stumbles through the same interview clichés, he doesn’t go out of his way to pick fights or get physical - will typically avoid it, even - and he doesn’t tend to get super yappy towards other players or refs. if a little scrum doesn’t directly involve him, he’ll skate in to get his guy or break it up, but he almost never even Looks at what’s happening (i’ve noticed he just looks down at the ice a lot if he has to step into commotion near the net or anything). like he is the most normal, boring man in the world seemingly. minus a few more yappy angry moments this season. he just seems happy to be here and ruin the lives of the opposing team all the while being like :| :\ !!!

but like. obviously i would not be making this post if thats all i had to say lol. when i’ve heard the term “quiet confidence” used to describe guys its… well its quiet in the way every hockey player HAS to be quiet. like they’re quietly confident because they know if they go in front of the media and say they know how amazing they are, someone online will immediately call them full of themselves and talk shit and scrutinize. the sport is team-first occasionally to a fault, we all know this. but if the behavior of a lot of guys in this league can be described as quiet confidence? miro’s confidence is silent. everyone on this team will talk about how they’ll lay down their lives for him. kill for him, probably. but you will almost definitely not directly hear the words “i am the best defenseman” coming from his mouth, no matter the context.

but you do, you do hear hints of it if you really listen. you hear it in the “i know when i play well” line he gave razor. you hear it in the not hesitating or being nervous to say “i was happy with my defense. it was defensively my best season”. you hear it in that one postgame where he says he had robo swap places with him because miro knew he was a stronger skater and would do better going backwards. you see it in the way he saw the panic from losing one of their highest scoring defensemen, their “top dog” dman, and can tell in the change in his play that he just knew he had to take up the mantle, he was gonna be The Guy with nobody else to fall back on, there couldn’t possibly be another option. and he’s succeeded TREMENDOUSLY at this, for the record. i’m sure there are others for it, but i feel like one of the reasons he never gets big with cellying is because he thinks he just did what was expected of him, why would he go crazy over something he knew he could do. in an nhlwam he talked about scoring more this season (outright saying he needed to be better about getting points for the norris btw) not as if it was a goal to work towards, but as if it was something set in stone, definitely going to happen. hell, even when hes getting chirped (by calling him attractive. a very hockey chirping) for looking like leonardo dicaprio, he doesn’t default to “ahhh nooo…” or “yeah right”, he says “no, nobody made fun of it. i guess they liked the pictures”. it’s never loud, he’s never boasting, he’s just very sure in his own abilities and doesn’t feel the need to brag about things he thinks should be expected for him anyways, or things he already knows he’s good at. like its a given. silent confidence.

i think it’s very very easy when guys are as quiet as miro is to write them off as. i dont want to talk specifically abt fic characterization so know that that’s not the context of how im talking abt this lol i just cant think of a better word. but its easy to act like he’s “submissive” almost. like i feel like there’s this underlying narrative of allowing himself to get pushed around by older defensemen and whatever. but i dont see that? not in that like. i think there’s fights in the fuckin locker room or something. but i get the vibe if he wanted to say something, he would. we’ve seen him yap at refs when absolutely necessary (hell. we saw him hit one and get away with it somehow lmfao), i personally can’t stop thinking of the lack of hesitation from him to call out / make fun of suter in an interview with kivi (in a lighthearted way, on a non-hockey related matter but still an embarrassing one tbh).

i feel like we all get this idea in our heads when people are placed in positions like his - initially as second priority to klinger, and then constantly being stuck with a liability on his d pairing - that they probably just get like. "oh this sucks, but i cant pick a fight about it, for team dynamics/coach respect/whatever". but i do think miro just. genuinely is not worried with it. he knows his own ability and cannot be bothered by whatever else is around him. which im not saying as a defense of the some of the…. defensive coaching decisions. but i do seriously think he doesn’t even care. not in an apathetic way, but in a complete confidence that he’ll be able to handle whatever it is way.

[stormyoceans]

your horny puen thoughts oh my god give me more

SFJKSGFJSGJKSH i swear i don't want to be that person but every time puen opens his mouth he ends up saying the most unhinged things and i just [HEAD IN HANDS] YOU CANNOT BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING IM GONNA SAY AFTER THIS TAKE IT UP WITH EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THIS SHOW THEY'RE THE DERANGED ONE FOR PUTTING THESE THINGS INTO IT

like, they honest to god put hints of sugar daddy/daddy kink in the show???? which admittedly took me by surprise but it actually makes SO MUCH SENSE for puen's character, because it's true that he never had anyone taking care of him so that’s something he craves, but he also never had anyone HE could take care of: no parents or siblings to dote on, no friends to cherish, no lover to spoil…. but now he has talay. and if there’s one message the show has REALLY been set to get across is that puen LOVES to see talay enjoy himself and the things he likes, especially when puen is the one to provide those things for him. a clear example is given by all the times puen buys talay food or just straight up feeds him. he also likes to drive talay around and give him flowers and buy him gifts

it’s not hard to imagine how this can translate into their sex life. i honestly genuinely sincerely truly believe that puen gets off on pleasuring talay. i really can’t think of anything that would give PUEN more pleasure than having talay under him and taking his time to explore every inch of talay’s body (touching it, kissing it, licking it, biting it), until he finds every single spot that makes talay moan and fall apart. puen would revel in the feel, sight, smell, and sound of talay, he’s been wanting to eat talay out for so long (and THEY CONFIRMED IT) im pretty sure the first time he actually gets to do that he’s gonna come untouched just from the feeling of talay’s body trembling through his orgasm all around him

puen’s scent kink also means that he’s gonna steal talay’s clothes all the time, especially when he’s travelling or spending the night out because of his job and he’s missing talay so much he needs to be surrounded by talay’s scent to help him sleep (and im pretty sure puen jerked off more than once while holding one of talay's shirt against his face but you haven't heard that from me)

last thing im gonna say before hiding myself out of shame is that puen clearly has a thing for talay’s neck and for manhandling him. i haven’t made a proper post about it, but i swear i have an embarrassing amount of screenshots (i swear im normal) of puen grabbing talay by the back of his neck. most of the times it happens when they’re kissing, with puen using that as a way to pull talay in. and then there is his OTHER favorite way to pull talay in, which is grabbing his arm. it’s hard to show this through screencaps, but go look at the way puen grabs talay in ep 5 (part 1) and ep 10 (part 4). it’s, frankly, a lot. i wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out that puen likes to push talay around a little and to squeeze and mark his neck a lot during sex, doesn’t matter if he tops or bottoms (i do think they switch btw, i mean the show is literally called vice versa. but srsly, even if puen is into the sugar daddy thing and loves to take care of talay, there are moments where he wants to be taken care of too, and when talay becomes more bold puen is definitely gonna be putty in his hands)

IM NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE FACT THAT IN EP 10 PUEN THREW /REWARDS/ INTO THE MIX BECAUSE I NEED TO MANTAIN AT LEAST SOME SEMBLANCE OF DIGNITY JUST KNOW THAT HE IS HORNY AND INSANE

in conclusion:

[tendousfingers]

plug me | issei matsukawa

× a/n : this is my addition to the ukai nation ' take a ride with me ' collab ! i wasn't exactly pleased with my writing this time around, but im going to post anyways, so i hope you'll all enjoy it.

× summary : you and your plug issei have had the hots for each other for quite awhile.

x warnings ! : f!reader, weed, selling weed, plug! mattsun , usage of weed / marijuana , sex under the influence , oral fem! receiving , finger sucking , degradation , face slapping , dub con? (a little, just in case) , mentions of male masturbation , vaginal penetration , squirting , he finishes inside, not proofread. let me know if i missed anything <3

matsukawa had always had some sort of thing for you, whether it was just him thinking you were cute, or fuckable, he had always had eyes for you. of course you hadn't exactly noticed, convinced that a guy as attractive as mattsun wouldn't be interested in you, instead, he was just nice.

but god was it the complete opposite. you'd never know how many nights he'd fisted his cock thinking about you, just after you had left from buying a bag from him. how many times he'd turned down girl after girl, having only you occupying his mind.

it was obvious to his roommate hanamaki, who observed every grin on issei's lips when you would text. he'd notice the way mattsun would change his clothes before you arrived, obvious when he watched issei throw extra buds of weed into your sacks time and time again.

this time though, makki wouldn't be around to witness it, having gone to stay with family for a little while, issei had been left alone. this thought circulates in the back of his mind as he stares down at your form through a slightly cracked front door, brows raised up slightly as he fights every urge to look your body up and down, dressed up real cute in one of those velvet night sets.

"hey sorry i didn't text.. i forgot. can i get a quarter?" you ask so sweetly, so saccharine that he couldn't possibly say no even if he had wanted to. your keys jingle in your hand as you clasp both hands together beneath your bust, and this time, issei deliberately looks you up and down, tongue poised between his teeth. he licks at his bottom lip, allowing the door to swing all the way open, revealing his white tank top and grey sweatpant clad body. "course you can, sweetheart. come on in,"

he turns on his heel, silver chain resting pretty on his chest glinting under the porch light for just a split second. you feel your heart hammering in your chest as you step in behind him, eyes surveying the all too familiar layout of his apartment. you feel flustered from him even just looking at you, a hand coming up to rub at your cheek.

you take a seat on his couch, and moments later he sits down beside you, a scale and a jar of weed in his hands. the cushions dip in beneath his weight, and issei makes quick work of measuring out your desired amount of greenery. to avoid staring at him, you fumble around with your wallet to pull out a twenty dollar bill,

"you got any plans tonight?"

you nearly drop your wallet at his deep baritone suddenly meeting your ears, his expectant gaze right on you as he puts your weed in a zip lock bag. you go braindead for just a quick moment, staring at him dumbfoundedly as you process his question, too worked up already.

he grins, eyebrows raising up. you feel dumb, but he thinks you couldn't be cuter. "no.. was probably just gonna smoke and go to bed.." you trail off, looking away from him and across the living room area. your attention is only drawn back when the bag of weed is placed in your lap, issei's long fingers then reaching for the bill in your hand. there's a moment of silence as he pauses, eyes locking onto yours over the exchange of money in your hands. it's like he's building up courage, lips parting to speak as the crisp twenty finally slips from your grasp and he folds it into itself. "then do you want to share a blunt with me before you go?"

issei feels the corners of his lips curling into a wide smirk, watching as your pretty little eyes widen to the size of saucers. you're so dumb innocent, the way you open your mouth to speak yet no words come out, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water.

you want to ask why, why he would want to smoke with you. why everytime he even glances at you your cunt clenches around nothing and flutters. but the only thing that you can get past your lips is a, "s-sure." to which he smiles, yet another breathtaking grin. your heart is hammering in your chest as he packs the weed into a wrap, bringing it up to his lips before pausing and looking over at you.

"you know, you're my favorite customer."

he says this casually, nonchalantly as if it wasn't anything at all. matsukawa keeps his eyes on you as he drags the tip of his tongue over the edge of the blunt, wetting the paper and smoothing it up with his lip as he uses his fingers to roll it tightly. you swallow down the lump in your throat, feeling rather /hot/ as you watch him continuously lick at the joint. "i-i am?"

his lingua follows the seam of the blunt all the way from one end to the other, brows raising with sheer amusement because this was exactly the question he was hoping you'd ask, exactly the moment and opportunity he had been waiting to seize.

he remains quiet for a moment, igniting his lighter and running the flame over the blunt to dry it. he keeps his gaze locked onto you, looking through the orange hue that flickers over his frontispiece from the lighter. instead of answering your question, he leans forward with his knees on his elbows, brows raised up to his hairline. "don't act clueless sweetheart. you're pretty and dumb, but you can't be that dumb."

"but i don't—" the blunt is presented to you, rolled precisely and tightly. you go to take it, hesitantly and tentatively, but issei suddenly pulls it back, "nu-uh. ill light it for you. now go on and wrap those pretty lips around it for me, yeah? behave and ill tell you why you're my favorite." his eyes gleam, looking at you as if he's a predator and you're his prey. he bites down on his bottom lip with his front teeth as you finally take the blunt into your mouth, lips plump and glossy. issei leans even closer now, bringing the lighter up to the other end,

"you're my favorite cause you're so good. so pretty, always wearin' those little outfits when you come to see me. all dolled up, just for me." he grins, flicking the lighter and bringing it over the blunt to light it. he watches as the edges begin to curl and the weed begins to glow with heat, "you just want me to smoke you out and fuck you dumb, isn't that right?"

was he wrong? absolutely not. but, who wouldn't want to fuck their ridiculously hot drug dealer? issei was.. different. the way he acted, the way he talked, moved, carried himself. he was unlike any other man you had met before. it sparked something within you.. the desire for something more with the guy who regularly sold you weed.

you hadn't been trying to catch his attention, initially. for awhile, you just admired him when you had the chance, bought your weed and went home. it was only after a visit to buy weed in which you had brought a friend, had she convinced you that issei liked you. she swore by it, claiming that it was obvious in the way he looked at you. soon after, you began purposely seeking his attention, and making more frequent visits to his apartment.

the smoke that enters your lungs burns, it always does, but it burns just right. it wasn't too strong, not suffocating, but it's issei's words that make you choke, sucking in a bit too hard and a bit too fast. he pulls the blunt back, lips pooching into a pout. "aw, too much? stupid little baby can't even take a hit?"

it's raunchy, the way those mean words made you cunt throb, the way his behavior has your cunt leaving a wet, sopping spot beneath you on his couch. you inhale deeply after exhaling the rest of the smoke, looking up at him with glassy eyes. you knew where this was headed, what he wanted and what he meant by saying you were his favorite. how dumb would you be to pass up this opportunity?

you nod your head, fingers reaching up to splay across his lower stomach, cleverly using that as a crutch to help you move closer to him. "need your help, issei."

"yeah?" fuck, you were such a little tease, already riling him up like that. cock already pressing against the cloth of his sweatpants. he's grinning, bringing the blunt to his lips and taking a deep hit. he holds it in his lungs, free hand taking a tight grip over your chin. he uses his thumb to pry your lips apart, and in a strained voice he tells you, "open."

you do as your told, but not before sealing your lips around his thumb and sucking for just a moment. when you finish, he leans forward, moving his thumb and holding onto your face even tighter. you feel the brush of his lips against yours, and before you can react, he's exhaling all the smoke he was holding in right into your mouth.

long, slightly rough digits squeeze your cheeks tightly as he watches you suck in the second hand smoke. "good girl." you already feel buzzed, just barely lightheaded. you smile with lidded eyes, and when you've held the hit in your lungs long enough to be satisfied, you pucker your lips and slowly blow it across his face.

between hits off the blunt and lips continuously clashing, you find yourself topless and splayed across the cushions of his couch, the smoke that the two of you had been blowing out now thick in the atmosphere of his apartment.

issei's chain thumps against his chest as his own shirt slides over his head, a smirk playing on his lips as it drops to the floor and he leans over you, trailing his lips from the edge of your bare hip all the way up to your lips. you let your hand cup his cheek, fingers running through his curls as you pull him in for a kiss. he grips your side as his lean waist settles between your legs, hard cock resting comfortably against your cunt.

the way your lips move against his feels as if it's in slow motion, smacking together and tongues poking and sliding. he grinds against you, eliciting a gasp from you that he more than happily swallows. he kisses you one last time, pulling back with a sharp inhale and a "fuck" as he takes in the sight of you, laid out on his couch half naked and pretty, so sweet and syrupy it could have given him a cavity.

"real pretty for me, aren't you?" he asks with a rhetorical tone, eyes glancing downward as he buries his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulls them back, elastic snapping against your skin sharply. you keen, desperately lifting your hips up off the couch. he takes this opportunity to tug your bottoms halfway down your thighs, enough that he's able to easily glide them over your knees and throw them aside.

almost immediately you bring your hands to cover your face, far too embarrassed by your soiled panties that were exposed for him to see. he cups your pussy, not even phased by the warm cloth sticking to his skin. issei grinds his palm into your hypersensitive clit, "look at me while i play with your sloppy pussy."

two digits slide up and down the shape of your slit, panties wet and malleable. he toys with the wet cloth just a little more, soon peeling it away from your body. it drags down your thigh, leaving a glistening trail of slick across your smooth skin. instead of dropping your undergarments to the ground, he slides them into his pocket. he doesn't give you the opportunity to call him out on it, because he's spreading your legs and leaning forward, a strong hand placed firmly on your knee.

the warmth of his tongue laps at your thigh, licking up any smear of your juices greedily. the room around you spins, and even with issei tonguing closer and closer to your cunt you can't help but squeeze your eyes closed, head falling back in tandem with the first stroke of the tip of his tongue against your clit. "oh god—"

you don't know if you're sensitive because your high or if you're just that hot for matsukawa, but you don't have the right mindset to figure it out, spine delicately arching as he flattens his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves, slowly working himself deeper and deeper between your lower lips. fingers fly down between your legs, gripping and tugging at his curls to which he gives you a low and throaty groan. it reverberates through your pussy, and when your legs dare to snap shut he's prying them open with an iron grip over the back of your knee, gaze intense as if he's telling you not to do it again.

theres a kiss placed to your apex, and then another and another until he's sloppily tonguing and sucking, flickering against your entrance before gliding back up. your mouth hangs agape, only silent squeal and the occasional gasp leaving it while you gush and writhe against him, coming closer and closer to your peak.

just as soon as you begin to feel your orgasm building up in your gut, issei brings two fingers up to your tight little hole. he sucks down on your clit with a vacuum like seal as he plunges them both deep inside, eyes nearly rolling back at the way your cushiony walls close in around them.

he feels impatient, but as much as he'd like to shove his sweats down and shove his cock inside of you, he knows he's got to get you prepped. especially for the first time the two of you would be together like this.

with quick precision he curls his fingers up into that tender spot he knows is there, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it repeatedly. he breaks the seal of his mouth on your cunt when he feels you tense up, a sharp cry breeching your gaped lips. he's moving quickly to hover above you, eyes trained on your face as he pumps both fingers in and out of you. issei's palm slaps against your cunt, over and over again with only milliseconds between as he jerks his hand even faster.

"m— im gonna cum!"

with those words, the trembling of your thighs can't be held back anymore, hips grinding against his palm, desperately chasing that teetering orgasm. issei watches, even stops the movement of his fingers just to see you finish this way, all by yourself as you ride his fingers. he only crooks his finger slightly, giving just enough pressure that you finally break like a dam, gushing against his hand.

"fuuuck!" he groans loudly, fucking his fingers into you until there's nothing left, until his hand comes to a slow stop, and he carefully slips them out. issei crawls up towards you, fingertips pressing against your lips and smearing your cum all over. they push past your lips, and like a good little slut you clean them off, bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue.

issei couldn't be more pleased with how compliant you were, watching as you lick and suck your own cum from his fingers. he hums with satisfaction, digits popping from your lips with a thin sheen of saliva connecting them. his free hand pushes at the waistband of his sweatpants, getting them down just low enough to tuck beneath his balls. he sits back on the couch, his phalanges that drip with your spit wrapping around the base of his cock and pumping leisurely.

the sensitive skin soon glistens with your spit, cock tall and leaning slightly. the tip is a angry red, precum forming in beads that roll down his slit and the underside of his cock, shaft tan and smooth. you feel your breath hitch as you watch him, as you watch the precum slide past his balls and disappear into his hair. it's like he's moving in slow motion, a large hand coming to pat his lap and signal you to come on over. "you'll be a good girl and sit on my cock, won't you?"

"yes daddy." the response is almost immediate, shocking both you and him. he grins widely, legs spreading father apart as he sinks down lower on the couch. mattsun runs his hand along the back of your leg as you straddle his waist, bracing one arm on the headrest of the couch while using the other to reach behind you and find his cock. your throat constricts as you swallow thickly, the sheer size of his length having not slipped by unnoticed. you rub the tip back and forth along your slit, collecting some of you arousal that leaks from your slightly prepped hole.

once, twice even three times his cockhead swipes past your entrance, before finally it catches and pops inside. your eyes widen, eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. "nngh— fuck–" you grip at his shoulders, nails lightly biting into his skin from how tightly you hold onto him. issei takes ahold of your hips, tilting his head back slightly in order to look at your face through amused and lidded eyes. he liked it, liked watching you struggle to sink down on his fat cock. he liked the way your eyes have already begun to water, the way you whimper.

he eases himself inside of you slowly, rolling his hips upward and working more and more of his cock through the tight muscles. sweat lines your skin in a thin layer, inner thighs and legs aching from how long you've had to hold yourself in this position. you feel ridiculously full, like ten tons of pressure against your cervix.

when issei's hips finally meet with your skin, he lets out a gasp, being fully enveloped in the warmth of your cunt. tears are streaking down your cheeks, lips trembling as you part them to speak, "s-so full!"

"you can take it." it's a clear statement, not a suggestion or a question. his hips are rearing back down before you can even protest, almost immediately setting a steady pace. your breasts undulate with every thrust, every bounce upon his cock. you're held in place just like that, squealing and thrashing as mattsun throws his pelvis up into you.

it only takes a few thrusts before you cum again, the stretch and pressure just about forcing it to gush against him. he releases your hip to grip you chin, squeezing tightly and then pulling back to sharply slap you across the face. the sting brings heat to the surface of your skin, the shock causing you to choke on the moan that had been trapped in your throat. "didn't fuckin' tell you to cum again."

for a split second, issei considers going easy on you, but the sudden tightening of your pussy around him after he's slapped you changes his mind. he reaches a hand around to the back of your head, grabbing the ends of your hair and tugging so that your head bends back. he grunts, feeling his balls begin to pull up as he nears his release, "should fucking make you clean up the couch shouldn't i? going and making and mess like that without even asking for permission."

you nod your head, agreeing to every statement like a good little slut. your walls clench and convulse around him, and with a particularly sharp tug to your hair you feel that knot in your stomach become dangerously tight yet again. inhaling deeply you claw at his chest, "gonna cum again, please—!"

he's pleased with how quickly you learn, granting your lease with a quick nod of his head. matsukawa releases your hair, hand coming to press tightly against the back of your head in a sloppy kiss. he's scooted up to the edge of the couch, holding out until he feels you coming undone once again. he uses his free hand to push down on your hip with all the force he has, rocking you back and forth over his cock. you're held in place yet again when he cums, groaning hotly into your mouth and grinding until you've milked him for every last drop.

slowly but surely, issei's hips still, fingers loosening on your head and hip and allowing you to slump over onto his shoulder, arms and legs limp. his chest heaves, leaning back with you until his back meets the cushions. he's lost his high, gazing up at his ceiling because fuck he can't believe he's just done this with you. he pushes on your shoulder, leaning you back to get a good view of you, "you alright?"

you nod with a wide smile, glowing in a post orgasmic glow. you lean down and capture his lips in a kiss before pulling away with a hum, "mm, can we smoke again?" and issei can only grin wildly, because he's finally found someone that can match his crazy.