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macherkissed · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could get some headcanons of Charles & Tiffany (poly), Gomez & Morticia (poly), Alice Liddell, and Nemesis with an S/O who is shy, especially during sex.

Hell yea borther! This is the first time I've written Alice in NSFW, so that may suck, and the first time in a while I've written for Nemmie. I also have a fever and can barely see straight but I got a new keyboard and had to type

How They React to a Shy S/O

Notes/Warnings: GN!Reader, Smut, Polyamory, Shy!Reader, Tiff kind of babies you but she's just like that, mentions of murder and violence, mild-to-moderate dom/sub and sadism, light choking(very brief), mention of virginity loss (Alice), possessive behaviour, Exophilia

Charles Lee Ray and Tiffany Valentine

They certainly are a mixed bag

Chucky will tease you and purposefully try to get you out of your comfort zone, both to get you out of your shell and to get an embarrassed reaction from you. he finds it funny to make you uncomfortable

if you seriously tell him to, however, he will always stop and try to make it up to you.

Tiffany will defend you against Chucky's torment, of course, but she'll verbally tease you about how sweet and cute you are, she'll squish your cheeks and sometimes babytalk you

She'd do that anyway but it makes her giggle to see your reactions

Tiff will also try and guide you into situations you're not comfortable in, but as more of a helping hand and will stick by you

Should anyone else try and tease you or pressure you in any way, they'll both instantly be ready to throw hands. Whoever gets there first is the intimidator, the other only stepping in if they don't get the message.

Charles has been down to kill someone who made you upset and uncomfortable, more than once, and you have to talk him down since Tiff never seems to want to (because she wants to kill them too, but she's internally simmering while Charles is raging)

They have both killed at least three people who were shitty to you, but they'd never tell.

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Charles likes to be given lap dances and stripteases, regardless of how shy you are. He might even enjoy it more if you're shy; nervously showing yourself off to him, being unsure of your movements, looking to him for guidance. It's exciting to him, part of his sadistic streak

Tiff, meanwhile, thinks it's adorably sexy when you're nervous during sex and will coo at you to make you flush even more, and encourage you to be louder or show off more

If you keep your eyes closed or your face hidden during sex, both of them are the type to try and coax you out of it: Chucky by pinning your hands down and stopping until you look him in the eye, and Tiff by softly asking to see your pretty face until she gets impatient and puts her hand around your throat, growling at you to listen to her

When the two of them get together to tease you? Oof. Tiff may not outwardly seem it but, as seen before, she's just as sadistic as Charles and he only encourages her when they team up

If you get out of your shell even slightly and take any form of control in the bedroom, Charles lets out a low chuckle and will either sit back and enjoy it or try and egg you on to do more (brat taming Chucky???????). Tiffany, meanwhile, is instantly all for it and will play into anything you want with hearts in her eyes.

Sometimes, Charles will prefer to watch you and Tiff together, throwing comments to encourage and fluster you.

Gomez and Morticia Addams

It's easy to be overshadowed as the third in this relationship, with Gomez's full eccentric personality and Morticia's magnetic aura drawing all attention to them, but being shy makes fading into the background easier.

At any point, especially during parties, you can be swept up into a dance by either or both of them to catch people's eyes, both showering you in compliments; "How beautiful you look in the moonlight, my budding thorn." "Cara, nobody can take their eyes from you and Gomez. You move like an enchantment together."

Gomez will see you looking uncomfortable in the crowd so will slide up beside you, take and kiss your hand, and twirl you into a dance until you forget everyone around you, especially when he spins you into Morticia

With Gomez's intense affection, constant kissing and flirting, you can easily get flustered. He will stop if it gets too much, but he says you look so gorgeous when you get shy on him. Morticia is less frantic with her affection, but her words are just as poetic and teasing

They encourage you out of your comfort zone, as does the rest of the family, saying the fear helps you grow and will disappear eventually, but nobody will push you too far

When you start talking passionately about something, they'll both watch you with unfettered joy and love, only chiming in to encourage you to carry on even if it's not something they like

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They are obviously not the most vanilla couple ever, and one of their newfound pleasures if trying to make you express yourself sexually.

If you're shy about a specific part of sex or even intimacy, they are both very open to conversation and have an extensive library

They'll set the mood and try as much as possible to make you comfortable, with slow flirting through the day and gradual foreplay, and will be fine to pause or stop at any point

They love any noise you let out so will encourage you to be louder and 'sing' for them, using every trick and pleasure point of yours to bring out the most of you

If you feel uncomfortable with anything, they'll understand and either stop or adapt; if you prefer to keep your eyes closed or don't want them to see you, they will turn the lights off and they have blindfolds aplenty; if you want to keep covered up, they'll delight in seeing how much they can do while keeping you dressed up for them; any places you'd rather they not touch are avoided as such

To try and boost your confidence, you know that Gomez will worship your body with his words and hands and mouth until you're trembling, literally waxing lyrical about everything he loves about you (which is everything). Tish, meanwhile, will slowly dress you up and point out everything dark and delicious about you while teasing touches over your body

If you decide to try out any form of taking control, vanilla or otherwise, they are both very eager. Tish is her usual form of almost stoically appreciative, purring at you that you're doing amazing and she loves seeing this side of you. Gomez is more openly excited, complimenting you at every turn and repeating how he's yours to do with as you please, tesoro

Alice Liddell

Alice is quite blunt post-asylum, post-Bumby, which is both a blessing and a curse for you

She'll stick up for you and encourage you to stand up for yourself, but tends to say it in a way that can make you feel back for being shy

It's not that she doesn't understand how you feel, she was a shy child and rarely spoke up even in the asylum, but she also keeps a few of those old words to heart

"Fight or Flight implies a permanent choice. Flight often means putting a fight off to another day." -It seems to be the one piece of advice Radcliffe gave that actually has served her well

Not to say that she's cold and unfeeling to your struggles. She's more than happy to lead you through situations you feel uncomfortable in, praising you with a smile and a kiss when you push yourself

If you push yourself too far and become drained or too nervous, she'll take you out of it and will tell you how proud she is of you

Even the slightest crack in your shell will make her smile and she'll encourage you to open up more, to talk about anything no matter how ridiculous it may seem

She is very much a "They asked for No Pickles' GF

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At first, she was just as shy as you were at the mere prospect of sex; you were her first after all. Unlike you, however, she soon became comfortable

She understands that you won't tend to initiate sex, even if you+'re needy, but she's also learned your tells

If she's feeling nice, she'll take pity on you and take you to bed, but if she isn't feeling nice then she'll give you the briefest and most teasing of touches, riling you up more and more until you use your word or, even better, act on it

If you take any control in the bedroom, even just by kissing her or touching her without being told to, she'll encourage that spark and hope that you gain more confidence to do more

She's just as blunt during sex as she is in general, and she's picked up a lot of dirty ideas and words that never fail to make you squirm

One of the ways she tries to get you to express yourself is by asking you to repeat words she's saying and refusing to do anything until you do

"Ask me to use my mouth on you, bunny. Ask nicely." "Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you. You sound so pretty." "If you want something, you have to tell me, love."

Nemesis

You're one of the research scientists working on him, making sure the virus is stable and that he understands his missions before they give him the Big S.T.A.R.S mission.

You've always been shy, even around your coworkers, so they choose you to be the one to go face-to-face with him; they think you won't be seen as much of a threat so less likely to trigger a violent reaction from him

They're right. Where other attempts have ended in death, Nemesis doesn't even raise a fist to you (he growls, but he always growls so he might have just been saying hello)

He's used to people being cautious and quiet around him so he thinks it's just that until he sees how you are around the other scientists. By that time, he sees you almost as a friend, as something small to protect, and thinks the shyness is fear.

He starts to step between you and the other researchers when he can tell you're getting nervous, and even starts pulling you away and over to him eventually.

People worry then that he's getting too attached to you so try to move you away, but he is having none of that

He isn't a conversationalist in the slightest. but he liked hearing you talk so he'll make literally no noise when you start talking so he can hear you better

He doesn't care how quiet you are or how awkward you think you are, he does not judge or stop you and that might even make you become more confident.

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It doesn't matter how hesitant you are about approaching sex, Nemmie can tell when you want him. He's very observant and has enhanced senses, so he will pull you close and touch you in ways that make you melt

It's easy for him to draw noises out of you. He uses every trick you've taught him, learns from every experience, exploits everything he can to make you tremble and squirm and whine until he's satisfied

When he notices you getting obviously shy or self-concious or anything during sex, he'll become single-minded to get your thoughts away from wherever they're taking you and make you focus on how he's making you feel.

If you'd prefer to do things for him, like go down on him or focus solely on his pleasure, then you have to say it because otherwise he'll easily turn the tables

If you decide to take control, you'll find he's quite malleable, almost submissive. He was made to take orders, after all, and you are one of the few people who has the ability to tell him what to do

No matter what, he loves having your attention on him, even if it is hesitant

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that-basic-simp · 5 months ago

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To Be Loved

Nemesis X Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC: 1.3k+ A/N: I haven't played either Hades or Hades II (working on playing Hades. Don't have a computer that can play Hades II) but Nemesis 👀.

"You've gotten better."

"I had a great teacher."

"Even then, I am still learning myself."

"Is it hard?"

"Hard?"

"Being who you are? Coming from the family you come from?"

"I have no gripes with the family I come from. However, it is family. I don't think any one family is better or worse. We are just as it is."

I nodded my head.

"I can ask you the same question," she said.

"I can have the same response."

"You do take on after me."

"I've been with you ever since we were young."

"That you have. It doesn't help that our parents are good friends."

"I think that's the reason we're so close. Like sisters."

"Have you ever been in love, Y/N?"

"What makes you ask that?" I asked, wiping some sweat from my forehead.

"I see it everywhere."

"Are you sure it's not just Aphrodite?" I chuckled.

"I see her everywhere. But no, I see it with your parents, the other Gods and Goddesses pursue one another, mortals, nymphs, all of it. Anyone who can live, breathe, and walks on two legs. Don't get me started with Zeus and Poseidon."

"Those two are far from bachelors. I don't understand why they act like they are. They've both taken on numerous Goddess wives. But aside from seeing it everywhere, what makes you ask that question?"

"With who I am, Y/N, with what I do, do you think someone could love me?"

"Look at what Odysseus has done. He killed an infant, blinded Polyphemus, and was the reason so many men have died. He is not a man, but a monster with the skin of a man. Not only that, but he did things with some of the Goddesses along the way back to Ithaca. Should I call Circe?" I chuckled. "But my point is, he was still loved in the end. Even if you are the incarnate of vengeance, I still believe one is to be loved."

Nemesis smiled for the first time since we started sparring. In fact, it was the first time she smiled since we were children. It's always a rare and fleeting moment when she actually smiles like she did a few moments ago.

"What you think, how you're able to think, I admire it. I wish I can think like you."

"It takes time, Nem," I said.

"Oh my gosh, you're using that nickname?" she gawked at me.

"What? Does it give you bad memories?"

"No. It's just that, you've never really said it since we grew up."

I smiled at her, "I thought it was a fun nickname for you. I thought I was being clever."

"Not clever enough," she said, taking a step forward, causing me to step backwards and trip over a rock.

I lost my footing and landed on my back, my sword flying from my hands. Nemesis stepped towards me and outstretched her hand. I grabbed it and smirked, pulling her down to my level. She fell towards me and placed one knee on the ground, her one hand falling beside my head while she dug the tip of her sword into the dirt below us. I smiled at her, admiring her features. Her yellow like eyes, purple painted lips, and raven like hair. It made my heart race for her, yearn for her. I've wanted to be with her ever since we were teens, but I did not pursue her in fear of Nyx.

"Are you ok?" Nemesis asked.

"Yeah," I said.

She stood up and helped me to my feet.

"I'm going to wash up. You should join me," I said, about to take her hand, but I pulled it away, brushing the tips of my fingers against hers.

"I'll join. It's been a while since I removed all of this," she gestured to her armor.

As we made our way to the hot springs, I couldn't help but notice my heart rate was racing, my face felt warm and my stomach was doing flips. All of this was nothing new, but it's been almost five years since I felt like this. Were my feelings for Nemesis starting to resurface? I tried to push them down for so long to avoid getting let down or even disappointed. Or worse, suffer a fate worse than death from Nyx. Or maybe these feelings I harbored towards her never left in the first place and only grew and grew, only for them to silence when I was away from her for so long. Now that I was with her once more, they are singing the siren's song.

After both of us were void of all clothing, I slipped into the welcoming waters and relaxed against the edge. My eyes were closed since Nemesis hadn't gotten in yet. The parting of the water signaled she had stepped in and her sigh of relief was another give away.

"Not too hot, not too cold, just right."

"How long has it been since you last went without your armor?"

"I don't know, but it feels, well...I-I don't know."

"Comforting? Relaxing?"

"Almost complacent, but I know nothing about complacency."

"Neither of us will know what complacency is, but I feel like the word you're searching for is relaxed," I opened my eyes. My eyes slowly widened as I found the most magnificent sight.

Of course Nemesis alone was a magnificent sight, but her long hair was down and some strands were even covering her face.

"G-Going back to your question," I said.

"About?"

"Being loved."

"You really think someone like me could be loved."

"I don't think so," I slowly made my way towards her. "I know so."

"How? Have you been with my sisters recently? Have you asked them to look into my future?"

"No," I said.

"Have you spoken to those around The Underworld? There's not really many people down here aside from souls and the occasional visit from other Gods and Goddesses. It's just...us," her voice trailed off.

"I was too afraid to say anything, Nem."

Under the water, she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me close. I reached up and pressed my hand to her collarbone. Her other hand ran against my cheek, the back of her fingers touching my skin with the most sincerity and gentleness I have ever felt from her. She turned her hand and placed it against my cheek, the rough pad of her thumb caressed my soft skin. Her head tilted from side to side, as if she was admiring me, taking in my features once more. The less calloused and scarred skin. The softness she once possessed before being a fighter, before being who she is now. But even with her hair down, her touch against mine, she was still the same Nemesis I grew up with.

My hand that was resting on her collarbone slowly snaked up to her cheek. I caressed the only soft skin that was on her with my thumb. Both of us found one another's eyes, found the bond we had kindled to overtime and cared for it. Our friendship was like no other. The other Gods and Goddesses could always remember a time where if they saw either one of us, the other wasn't too far behind. We were never apart until we had to be.

"It's just us," I whispered.

"Just us. How I like it," she said.

I leaned towards her and pressed my lips against hers. They were soft, warm, and intoxicating. Her hand that was on my cheek was removed and it wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her. My other hand that was in the water came up and cupped her other cheek. It didn't take long for my hands to snake around her neck and dig into her long locks. They were a bit oily, but they were smooth like silk. Our breathing became synced up as Nemesis got a bit faster with her kisses. Once everything was said and done, she pressed her forehead against mine, taking in deep breaths.

"I love you, Nem."

"I love you, Y/N," she pecked my lips.

#nemesis #hades ii #hades 2 #nemesis x reader

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slasherfucker101 · 1 year ago

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Part two of them favourite hoes<3

AO3:

MONSTER FUCKER 101 🤞😔❤

#nemesis x reader #yes i am a monster fucker.#danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader

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simp-council · 11 months ago

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Ok! Can I request the Demogorgon, Nemesis, the blight and The oni getting their dick and balls worshiped by their s/o ;)

Gender neutral if you could.

nsfw below!

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The Demogorgon:

This is a very new experience for it, but you can tell it’s enjoying the attention by the little rumbles and whines coming from its mouth. Usually the otherworldly monster would take you by force in an almost animalistic manner, but you had managed to convince it to let you try something new.

It will instinctually buck it’s hips if you tease it enough. Please do not tease it long or it will run out of patience and use your mouth as a cock sleeve until it is satisfied. Unless that is what you want, then tease it all you’d like.

The Demogorgon is not used to praise like this and is surprisingly very sensitive. It absolutely loves it when you nuzzle it’s cock while you gently stroke it and will probably cum on the spot if you put it into your mouth. It has a lot to give, so don’t be surprised if some ends up coming out of your nose if you try swallowing it all.

The second it hears verbal praise is when you really start hearing it make noise. You’ll tell it how big it’s cock is while you use both hands to caress it’s genitals. One hand using your thumb to tease the tip and one going down to take its balls into your grasp. It’ll be surprisingly more quiet than it’s usual screeching. You may even hearing something similar to a purr as it rests a barbarous claw just below your neck.

Absolutely loves praise and will take it any chance it can get. It’s favorite is when you tell it how good it makes you feel and how it’s always been so good to you. The Demogorgon loves to please you, so knowing that it’s making you happy will make it feel a sense of pride as you back away to grab it’s claw to guide it to your pants.

Nemesis T-Type:

He is also very new to the whole praise thing. Nemesis has always learned how to take orders time and time again, not get praises for him doing a good job at anything he’s done. Needless to say he very much appreciates you praising him for being so good to you.

Very quickly turns into a praise lover. If you aren’t telling him something along the lines of how full/good his cock always makes you feel, he’s gonna let out a huff and cross his arms. He doesn’t really try to force you, he just pouts and hopes that you take pity on him. If you don’t want him cumming too quickly though, just keep denying him praise, it’s his dirty pleasure and you keeping that away from him will only make him more needy.

The best way to silently praise him is by taking all of him into your mouth. Or atleast attempting to. He’s a big fella. Both in body standards and.. down there. There is absolutely no way possible you could fit all of him in your mouth, and that’s why he gets so worked up when you try. He loves how willing you are to try and he adores the choking sounds you make when you go down too far too fast. You’re barely halfway down when you have to stop and pull away and you just know Nemesis is staring down at you and puffed up with pride. He’s big and he knows it, but he wants you to know it too.

He’s quite loud, even when he hasn’t cum yet. Just the feeling of your hands and your tongue drifting across his cock and teasing his balls has him writhing in pleasure. Might accidentally grip your hair a bit too hard if you swipe your tongue across the head too much when trying to tease him. He’s trying his best to hold back for you but he will slip up a bit.

Also extremely into you riding him while you praise him. It adds so much more meaning when you tell him how good he is while you struggle to fit him into your tight hole, putting your hands on his chest for leverage. It really shows him that’s you genuinely mean it when you say it.

Talbot Grimes:

Talbot was never used to being praised, especially in this way. He has never seen any part of himself as relatively attractive in any way so seeing you praise any part of his body has him a bit surprised. You’ll drag your tongue down his cock all the way down to his balls and he already feels like the most important man in the world when you tell him how sexy his cock looks when it twitches in your grasp.

He can be a bit impatient at times when you draw out your praises when you’re not even touching him. He loves the way you slightly caress his thighs as you slowly drag them up to his belt, but he really wants you to move faster. If you hear a sudden growl, it probably means he wants your hands on his cock now.

Talbot loves it when you jerk him off and have him cum on your face. He thinks it looks absolutely phenomenal on you. The way his cum slowly drips down onto your chest as you gather some from your cheek to slowly put it in your mouth has him hard almost immediately. You tell him how good his cum tastes and he immediately wants his cock in your mouth again. Damn, he really does like this praising thing after all.

Naturally Talbot is a loud guy, so every one of your touches has him making noise. You’re sucking him off? He’ll be making a light growling noise. You denying him an orgasm? You’ll hear him let out a loud bellowing screech. You’re gonna hear a lot from him whether you handle him roughly or not.

He loves it when you praise his cock, telling him that you always feel so good when he fucks you in just the right way only he knows how. Talbot can’t get enough of your praises. He especially loves it if you do it when he’s fucking you. You’ll be struggling to speak and yet you still try to tell him how amazing his cock feels inside of you. You’ll notice that the speed of his thrusts have picked up and that his purring has turned into loud snarling.

Kazan Yamaoka:

Kazan knows he deserves this praise. After all he’s done for you, for the samurai, for his legacy, he knows that he should get atleast some kind of reward. Which is why you are in between his legs, slowly trailing your fingertips from his balls all the way up to his already hardened cock. A silent message that your touch isn’t even the beginning of your praises.

Kazan tries his best to not lose his composure, but he can’t resist letting out the smallest of grunts when you start stroking his cock. It makes it harder when you start verbally praising him too, telling him how strong he his, how you’d love to continue his legacy, how he always knows how to make you moan for him. He just loves it so much. He expected the praise, and he feels like he’s getting more than he asked for. It makes him feel important.

Eye contact while you take him into your mouth is one way to get Kazan to shudder. He loves that lustful look in your eyes as you take him down your throat. If you manage to fit all of it down your throat without choking, look him straight in the eyes and swallow. It’s guaranteed to make him let out a groan as he tightens his grip on your hair. He might even pull you back abut just to push you back down to see if you’ll do it again. And if you do? Prepare to be throat fucked. In his eyes, you’ve praised his cock enough.

Verbal praise is a great way to get Kazan to make noise. Tell him you love this way his cock looks when cum is dripping down it, tell him that nobodys cock could make you cum as good as his does. He’ll be making a lot of noise, especially if you’re riding him while you do so. He’s never been praised like this, not even by his wife, so he’s loving all of this attention youre giving him.

Expect to be praised after this aswell. Kazan notices how much you try to please him and he thinks you deserve a reward. You may have teased him a bit, and maybe have denied him an orgasm once or twice while praising him, but he still thinks you deserve the treatment you just gave him. Prepare for the night of your life ;)

#simp approved ‼️#at night 😏#nemesis x reader #the demogorgon x reader #the nemesis x reader #the blight x reader #talbot grimes x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #the oni x reader #demogorgon x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader

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kamaluhkhan · 10 months ago

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THE GRUDGE (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you)

read part two GET HIM BACK! (or: the 7 reasons you want revenge on luke castellan)

pairing: luke castellan x child of nemesis!reader (gender not specified)

word count: 8.5k

summary: luke hated your guts. he really did. he just hoped that no one could tell how, even after all this, you're still everything to him.

warnings/disclaimer: luke's POV. spoilers for the lightning thief and season 1 of pjo. some heated make-out sessions but no actual smut - MDNI / 18+. mentions of blood + death + alcohol. luke is 19 during tlt but i wrote this with him + reader being 21 by the end of this (this is important for the next part lol). anyways, luke + reader share clothes and lots of intense emotions they maybe possibly don't process in the best way. lots of ANGST - it's a greek tragedy fr!

author's note: welcome to my new hyperfixation! this fic is LONG but i hope she's worth it ♡

♪: the grudge by olivia rodrigo

(i. you have a sharp tongue)

fourteen year old luke was overwhelmed when he first stepped into the hermes cabin. it was loud and overcrowded and no one really seemed to care that they had a new cabinmate. the head counselor showed luke to an empty bed at the back, told him to get settled in, and left without another word. luke dropped his backpack before collapsing on the mattress. it was so thin that he could feel the springs dig into his back.

"you'll get used to it."

luke sat up to see you climbing through the window.

you had a band-aid stuck on your chin, chipped nail polish the color of blackberries, and leather combat boots that looked way too heavy to be wearing in the heat of summer.

“the shitty mattress?”

“i meant the whole chaos of cabin 11, and the way things work around here in general. if you can get used to the shitty mattress, all power to you.”

your tone was friendly enough, playful even. you smiled at him so comfortably it made luke nauseous.

“good to know.” he tried to smile back at you, but his heart wasn’t in it. “i’m luke, by the way.”

“yeah, i know. i’m —”

“y/n!”

you seemed entirely unfazed as the blond who called your name stormed over to you. you rolled your eyes, something only luke could notice, before turning to her.

“someone stole my candy.”

“i’m very sorry to hear that, maddy. gotta be careful around here.” your voice dripped like poisoned honey, deceptively innocent and sweet.

maddy was not having it. she huffed at you. “it was you, wasn’t it?”

“that depends. did you cheat at poker last night? again?”

some of the chatter throughout the cabin paused, heads turning to listen in.

“what? n-no!”

“then you have your answer, maddy.” you exaggerated a sigh, as though you had already won the fight and were annoyed that she came back for more. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have a new camper to show around.”

chiron had already given them a tour, but luke didn’t protest when you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the window with you. your hand was warm in his as you dragged him along to the corner of the cabin where a poorly made ladder waited for you.

“come on.” you started climbing, and only stopped to look down when you realized luke wasn’t following you. “best view of camp. trust me.”

a shiver passed through luke. trust didn’t come easy to him. he also didn’t particularly want to return to a stuffy cabin where all he would do was count reasons he did not want to be there.

so, luke followed you. he sat down next to you on the roof and looked out at the sun shining on his new home, but he couldn't help but be slightly bitter. the gods had gotten all of you into this life of endless danger and battles and monsters, and this was all they had to offer in return: a summer camp.

it just didn't seem fair.

there was something else he noticed then. what was it that chiron had said? camp half-blood was supposed to be a safe haven for all demigods.

“i don’t get it. there are only twelve cabins, but aren’t there, like, a million other gods?”

you straightened your posture then, and turned to luke with a newfound interest.

“camp half-blood only has cabins representing the twelve olympians. apparently, they’re the only ones important enough to have children worth recognizing, and they can’t even do that half the time,” you explained, impertinence laced throughout your words. it seemed like something you could never quite get off your chest.

every demigod knew that the gods didn’t appreciate sarcasm. they didn’t particularly like being called out on their bullshit, either.

you didn’t seem to care; you even rolled your eyes up at the sky, as if challenging zeus himself.

“anyways, that’s why the hermes cabin is so crowded. it takes in campers who are unclaimed or whose parent doesn’t have a cabin at camp. like me.”

“so, who’s your godly parent?”

you fiddled with the leather cord on your neck. it held a few clay beads like the other campers, but there was one silver charm he noticed only you wore — scales, by the looks of it. you clutched onto it.

luke realized that, despite your own advice, maybe you resented having to get used to the way things worked around here, and having to hide your resentment. maybe that was worse than having to sleep on an uncomfortable bed for the rest of your life.

"nemesis. goddess of revenge."

"that's....hardcore."

you scoffed and moved on to twisting the silver ring on your index finger. "a lot of people take it that way, and i think it scares them a bit.”

“so that’s why you’re extra nice to new campers, huh?”

“no, i was just in a good mood today.” you smirked.

“guess i was just lucky, then.”

luke couldn’t help but smile at your laugh — sharp, biting. you nudged your boot against his sneaker, which shifted you closer to him, shoulders practically touching.

“what people don’t understand is that it's more about balance, you know? you do good things, and good things happen to you. at least, they should. you do bad things and….” you pulled out an outrageously big bag of candy, dropped it between you and luke, and winked at him. “you face the consequences.”

“that makes sense.” luke leaned over to grab a handful of gummy bears. “like karma.”

“yeah. exactly.”

you bit the head off a red bear, both of you chewing in silence before you added:

“by the way, i’m sorry about your friend.” you swallowed and caught luke’s gaze.

chiron warned him that word would travel fast around camp about what happened to thalia, and luke had prepared himself for anything — anything but your reaction. there was no pity in your eyes; instead, there was a hint of rage, as though thalia had been your friend, too.

“she deserved more.”

luke’s eyes caught the glint of a knife strapped to your belt. he took another handful of the candy you stole, and he thought about the fire and fearlessness behind your words, and, despite everything, it felt right to be with you then and there.

“yeah,” he finally whispered back. “she did.”

we all do.

neither of you said those words, but the suggestion was there, and it felt like a promise.

(ii. you hold on to every stupid, little detail)

“slow down, tiger.”

your voice echoed throughout the arena, and if luke had been fighting a real opponent, it might have gotten him killed. instead, he just stopped mid-swing, sparing another straw dummy from losing its arm.

“left hand,” you noted as you walked past him towards a bench. “you, my friend, are in need of a break.”

luke loosened the grip on his sword. the only time luke fought with his non-dominant hand was when he had overworked the other. he must have switched an hour ago, but judging by how heavy his arm felt, it could have very well been two.

his curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt soaked through. he could feel a dull pain behind his eyes, and luke was worried that if he stopped to catch his breath, he would pass out. or, even worse, have to face the reality of the shitty news he’d gotten early that day.

“come sit with me,” you urged. “you’re exhausted, tiger.”

luke bristled at your nickname for him.

sure, luke loved that there was something only you called him, a secret kept between you in plain sight, but it was also a reminder that it was harder to hide behind the hero act when you were around.

everyone else at camp figured the nickname was a playful attempt at calling him strong and charismatic. the truth was that luke once told you that his favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes and that he would dream of playing sports as well as tony the tiger. for better or for worse, like most things, you wouldn’t let it go.

case in point: if it was anybody other than you trying to get him to take a break, luke could have just brushed them off with a charming smile and continued swordfighting until his arms fell off, but in the two years since meeting you, luke had never met anyone as stubborn and convincing. like him, it seemed you were willing to fight and shed blood to get your way. luke was never really in the mood to make you bleed, even when feeling like he could burn the entire world down, so he usually gave in to your demands.

as soon as he sat down next to you, you handed him an orange flavored energy drink — his favorite. anything other than water was hard to come by at camp without the enchanted goblets in the dining pavilion, or the right connection in the hermes cabin. he ran out of his stash the other day, but you must have noticed and gotten one of the stoll brothers to smuggle more in.

“thanks,” luke said, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through him when your fingers brushed together briefly.

the two of you looked out at the sword arena, and all the straw dummies that luke had destroyed. you wait for him to take three big gulps of his drink before speaking again.

“i guess chiron and your dad decided you weren’t ready for a quest.”

luke exhaled sharply. “how did you —”

“the only time you’d skip out on capture the flag is if something really shitty happened.” you looked down at luke’s clenched fists, and that seemed to be all the confirmation you needed. “you promised annabeth you'd be there, and it's not like you to let her down."

fuck. he had completely forgotten that tonight was annabeth's first time as team captain. this entire week, she had been prepping a winning strategy. it wasn’t like annabeth needed him to win, but luke was her big brother, and he should have been there. you were right — he had let her down.

the realization made luke’s day go from bad to worse.

"i told her you were helping a new camper with an emergency. she didn't believe it, but she adjusted her strategy and we still won.”

“well, thank the gods everything worked in the end,” luke grumbled.

“don’t thank the gods,” you quipped. “thank annabeth chase for her brilliant mind, and me for covering for your sorry ass.”

when luke didn’t indulge in your usual playful banter, you moved closer to him and brushed some curls away from his eyes. your skin warmed his forehead, and the small gesture made him feel better than he had all day.

“look, i’m not going to give you some bullshit inspirational speech about how the gods don’t get to define what a hero is, or how you don’t need a quest to prove that you’re worthy of being one. we’ve each been through that before, and i have a feeling this won’t be our last time, either.”

“then why are you here?” the question came out harsher than luke had intended it to.

“because she’s trying her best to hide it, but annabeth is really hurt that you didn’t show up for the game. i figured the least you could do is suck it up, come to the campfire, and make her those signature luke castellan s’mores. you could probably use one, too, since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

you were right, again. luke was exhausted, he was furious, but most of all, he was starving.

later that night, luke sat next to annabeth and vowed to make her as many s’mores as she wanted. you’d gone to sit with the hephaestus kids, trying to convince beckendorf and nyssa to join your cabin’s post-campfire party at the beach, even though they had to work in the forges early the next morning.

when chiron made his weekly speech, congratulating the winners of capture the flag and thanking the gods for keeping everyone safe, you and luke caught each other’s gaze from across the fire. you rolled your eyes and luke bit back a smile as you turned back to beckendorf. he noticed your knees were practically touching. did you sit that close to everyone?

luke was looking at you for so long that the marshmallow he was roasting fell into the fire, despite annabeth’s warnings. she handed him another one.

"you should tell her how you feel," annabeth said. "stop being a coward."

whether it was the smell of burnt sugar, the heat of the fire, or annabeth’s comment, luke started to feel dizzy. he did his best to shake it off, asking annabeth for a play-by-play of her strategy earlier that night, but he couldn’t quite get rid of the thought of you.

(iii. you don't care if your clothes are stained with blood)

“i just….i can’t fucking believe you, luke.”

“i don’t get why you’re so upset — you’ve never cared about quests before.”

luke was hoping to break the news to you after capture the flag. unfortunately for him, word travels fast around camp.

annabeth had the two of you scouting the east side for the flag, while she and some other athena kids took the west. you hadn’t found anything so far, which meant that you’d spent the better part of an hour bickering over luke’s choice of companions for his quest. a choice that included charles beckendorf and chris rodriguez, and purposefully did not include you, much to your fury.

before you could continue arguing, luke heard the sound of footsteps approaching. he looked over to you, and you already had your shield and sword at the ready.

a few red defenders emerged from the trees. one charged at luke, but you stepped in so he could deal with the other two. one of his opponents went down fairly easily, but the other put up much more of a fight. metal clashed behind him as you kept fighting as well. you might not have been as skilled a swordfighter as luke, but he knew that you could hold your own, at least until he was finished with the person in front of him.

luke parried his opponent’s strike, causing them to take a step closer. he was preparing to disarm them, just as he heard you yelp and stumble to the ground. it only took a millisecond of his attention, but it gave his opponent the opportunity to elbow him in the face. luke felt a crack upon impact, and pain radiated from his nose; he powered through.

he had to finish this fight, and he had to do it fast. you needed him.

his ears were ringing as he finally knocked over his opponent, kicking away their sword and keeping his foot on their chest. luke turned around to see you having turned the tides, the blade of your sword dangerously close to your opponent’s neck.

you locked eyes with luke, and you both understood — it was time to go. the two of you ran through the forest, as far away as you could before having to stop and catch your breath.

luke removed his helmet to get some air, and dropped his weapons. you did the same. you looked at him, brows furrowed.

“your nose.”

luke licked his lips, tasting blood. the triumph of winning that last fight overshadowed the ache of his potentially broken nose. in fact, he liked the image of a ruthless warrior emerging from the glory and gore of battle, that even though he did not bleed ichor like a god, he still had power.

you, on the other hand, didn’t look impressed. instead, you stepped forward and offered the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away the blood.

“you don’t have to —”

“i know you think you’re a badass walking around all broken and bloody, but you shouldn’t deny your admirers your pretty face,” you teased.

it was no secret that luke had numerous admirers around camp, a fact you loved to tease him about. he was sure that you relished in how flustered that made him. all you had to call him was pretty boy, and luke could be reduced to a blushing mess.

it was pathetic how much power you had over him.

“besides, i wouldn’t have gotten out of that last fight if you hadn’t taught me that disarming technique earlier. i owe you. it’s what we do. we take care of each other, right?”

he couldn’t argue with that.

a few moments of silence passed as you cleaned his face. something shifted as you worked, the flirtatious grin fading away. when you pulled away, your sleeve was stained a dark crimson.

“just tell me honestly,” you finally murmured. “why don't you want me to join your quest?”

luke was genuinely taken aback by the softness of your voice, now devoid of its usual fire. you wouldn’t meet luke’s eyes, but being that close to you, he noticed they were slightly glazed over.

he had expected you to be angry at his decision. he expected you to yell and argue and try to change his mind. luke hadn’t expected you to be so hurt. so broken.

he hadn’t planned on it, but luke decided to tell you the truth then.

“look, karma, if you come with me, my heart wouldn’t fully be in the quest. i’d be so caught up in….well, you.”

a pause.

“is that a bad thing?”

“not usually, no.”

you smirked a little at that, and luke’s heart skipped a beat. it also made his decision even clearer.

“but i need to be focused for this. i need….” he let out a deep sigh. “i need to prove myself. this is my first real chance, and i can’t fuck it up.”

you met his gaze and smiled brightly at him, your signature spark of confidence returning.

“you won’t.”

you reached a hand up to play with his necklace. luke hadn’t noticed how close you’d gotten until your fingers started tracing over those four clay beads. it made his entire body burst into flames.

“i’ve been wanting to do something for a while. and, aphrodite save me, it might be really stupid, but —”

luke took a lucky guess as to where you were going, and crashed his lips against yours. aphrodite knows that he'd been wanting to do that for a while, too.

he often got drunk on the adrenaline of battle, the glory of winning, but nothing was quite like the rush of kissing you for the first time.

it was messy and urgent, both of you aware that, at any moment, you could be interrupted. your noses were bumping together, teeth clacking against each other. the metallic tang of blood lingered on luke’s tongue, but neither of you seemed to care. you even bit his lip slightly, as if you wanted more. armor sat heavy and cold between your chests, preventing you from getting closer. luke had never loathed the protective gear more.

he made up for it by lodging one hand underneath your jaw, and snaking the other beneath the celestial bronze, beneath the cotton of your shirt, admiring how your pulse quickened under his thumb when he grazed the soft skin of your stomach. you tangled your hands into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. he groaned and felt you smirk against his lips.

luke had kissed a few people before, sure, but never like this: like a knife to the gut, and if you pulled away, luke would surely bleed out and die.

it wouldn’t be a hero’s death, in the traditional sense, but at least he’d die happy.

how many heroes could claim that?

when luke ran out of air, feeling like his lungs were burning, he had to pull away.

you glanced down at luke’s kiss-bitten lips, then back to his eyes. luke flushed under the intensity of your gaze.

“just promise me something, tiger,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“anything.”

“come back alive.”

luke leaned forward and placed another kiss on your lips, this one much gentler than before.

“i promise.”

(iv. you love like a scar that won't fade)

the nightmares were getting worse.

luke woke up in a cold sweat, taking gulps of air in an attempt to steady his breathing.

“luke.”

your whisper did little to quell the pit of dread growing in his stomach, but it did enough to bring him back down to reality.

he was at camp half-blood (fuck the gods of olympus), in the hermes cabin (fuck you, dad), in a bed next to yours (fuck, if he could tell you what — who — was going through his head, he would).

“i’m…i’m fine,” he murmured back, voice catching slightly on the lie.

like clockwork, you shifted from your bed to his, slipping under the covers. it didn’t matter that it was a hot summer night, and the minute your legs touched his, he could feel himself starting to overheat.

your thumb brushed over the thick edge of his scar, up his cheekbone to the corner of his eye. it had been a year, living with this reminder. a reminder that he had failed, just as much as his father and the olympians had failed him.

luke tried to pretend that he didn’t come back from his quest as a shell of who he once was. after all, it was meant to be his shining moment as a demigod, meant to gain him all the glory and father’s praise he once wished for.

what a fucking joke.

every morning, luke would crawl into a different skin. he welcomed new campers and taught sword-fighting. he laughed with chris and his other siblings and strategized with annabeth for capture the flag. he would be the easy-going, charming, skillful senior counselor who respected the gods and honored them in everything he did.

again: a fucking joke.

nights were different, though, with you so close to him, you who could always see right through him.

every night, luke was a fourteen-year old boy again, with so much rage and resentment he didn't know what to do with it.

of course, you were always you - a bleeding heart underneath layers of armor. you didn't care about fate, or the gods, or the titans. you cared about justice, you cared about what was right and fair.

most of all, you cared about luke.

“you were screaming,” you told him, voice barely cutting through the soft snores and sleeptalkings of your other cabinmates.

“sorry,” he managed. looking at you in the dull moonlight, luke noticed the deep shadows under your eyes.

“it’s fine. you just….you scared me, tiger.”

your hand still rested on his cheek, and for a second, luke hoped you would kiss him, but you didn’t. instead, you told him to try and get some sleep, and sank further into his bed before closing your eyes.

for the hundredth night in a row, luke hoped you couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest as you fell asleep next to him.

since coming back from his quest, luke didn’t have it in him to suggest being anything other than friends, and you didn’t push it. there had been a few....moments between you, sure, but nothing more.

luke thought you might have changed your mind, because who would want to be with a bitter, worthless, wannabe hero? then again, that voice haunting his dreams…. luke could change that.

but, at what cost?

(v. you protect people as ruthlessly as a starving dog)

luke could hear you talking to percy jackson outside. though he couldn’t quite determine what was being said, as much as he tried.

you entered the bathroom and instantly caught luke’s eyes in the mirror. you were wearing your faded pyjama shorts with cartoon crows, and a flannel shirt that luke had a sneaking suspicion might have been his. you smiled at him before setting up at the counter, one sink between you.

“what was that about?” luke asked after spitting out a mouthful of minty toothpaste.

“oh, nothing.” you were searching through your toiletry bag for something, and seemed to come up short. “hey, do you have any extra dental floss?”

luke threw some over to you. as you effortlessly caught it, he noticed your knuckles, bruised and bloodied.

“what happened?”

you finished flossing and briefly examined your hands before pulling out your toothbrush.

“it’s not a big deal,” you assured. “some ares kids were picking on percy, and then they started pushing him around, like, really pushing him around, so….”

“....you decided to send them to the infirmary.”

you squeezed some toothpaste on your brush before continuing. “i don’t need you to lecture me about how i shouldn’t be fighting with other campers because i’ve been here longer and i should be a good role model. you know what a good role model does? not let kids beat up other kids and think the worst punishment they’ll get is no dessert for a week.”

luke watched carefully as you jammed the toothbrush in your mouth and brushed with such force, he was worried your teeth might dislodge. he knew that you would shed blood for someone you loved, and that you didn’t particularly care if you had to break rules in doing so, because you believed that what was written was not necessarily what was right.

in fact, luke loved that about you.

no, it wasn’t the fighting that luke cared about — it was who you were fighting for.

percy was a good kid, he really was. luke just didn’t want you getting attached.

“i wasn’t going to lecture you. i’m guessing chiron already did?”

you nodded and spat out what looked like a combination of toothpaste and blood. you rinsed your mouth until the water lost its pinkish hue. once you were done, luke continued his train of thought.

“i just didn’t realize you cared so much about him.”

“about percy?”

luke could tell that he didn’t have your full attention. you were packing your stuff back up, accidentally tossing luke’s dental floss into your bag, but he had more pressing matters to deal with.

“yeah. the kid’s only been at camp for three days, and you’re already acting like his guard dog.”

you finally turned to luke and glared at him.

“maybe. but percy’s sweet and he doesn’t seem like the type to put up with bullshit. he’s been through a lot, and annabeth seems to like him, too. as far as i’m concerned, percy’s one of us, and i’m not going to let anyone push him around.”

luke raised an eyebrow at you. “he’s sweet?”

“yeah. like, just now, he gave me some blue raspberry jelly beans as a thank you. said his mom used to work at a candy store. he also wanted me to apologize to you for him. he feels bad about beating you in sword-fighting earlier.”

you scoffed, like you resented luke for having to apologize to him on percy’s behalf. you definitely did not appreciate that guard dog comment. luke clenched his jaw, seething over what you had just said.

satisfied with his reaction, you gave luke that nauseating smile of yours, tilted your head towards the exit. a truce, because you never liked to fight with luke for too long, and a order, because you knew luke would always follow.

the two of you began walking back to your cabin in the warm mid-june air.

“i wouldn’t say he beat me,” luke huffed. “it was beginner’s luck.”

“sure, tiger. it was beginner’s luck that disarmed the best swordsman we’ve had in the last 300 years.”

you nudged luke’s shoulder with yours, but he recoiled from your touch.

“are you trying to make me feel worse?” luke tried his best to avoid snapping at you, keeping his tone measured.

“i’m just saying that maybe the kid has natural talent and that doesn’t make you any less talented. there’s no need to get jealous.”

luke resisted the urge to growl at your suggestion.

to be clear, he was not jealous. it’s just that luke had spent years of blood, sweat, and tears getting to where he was then, and percy jackson had just gotten to camp.

and, to be even more clear, luke was not jealous of how you were already defending percy with your whole body and your whole heart, the way you did for him.

by then, you reached the front of the hermes cabin. luke could already hear the commotion of what he would need to deal with as soon as he walked in. the burden of being head counselor, one he approached with an elastic smile that could snap at any moment.

you tugged on luke’s sleeve before he could open the door.

“hey. are we okay?”

luke looked down at your fingers grasping the fabric of a sweatshirt he was just realizing was yours. your nails were painted a dark red, now chipped after a week of wear. you had begged luke to paint his nails then, and once again, he gave in. he even started to like the purple you had chosen just for him, so deep it was almost black. the same color you were wearing the first time you and luke met.

he smiled at the memory — a real smile, no plastic — and then smiled back up at you.

“we’re fine, karma.” and he moved to enter the cabin. luke could hear the threat of an argument bubbling up, what sounded like a petty one over a prank gone wrong.

“wait.” you tugged at his (your) sweatshirt once more. “there’s something i wanted to talk to you about, about tomorrow night—”

“annabeth called a meeting during free time.”

“yeah, i know, it’s just —”

“she’ll run through strategy for capture the flag then.”

“one of the aphrodite senior campers asked me to the campfire,” you blurted it out, and luke decided to ignore the sound of a fight breaking out from behind the wooden door.

what in the name of hades were you talking about?

“they asked you out? like…like a….” luke didn’t even want to speak the word, scared it would make it real.

“a date,” you said casually, as if that one word didn’t rip luke’s heart in a million pieces. “i said yes.” an admission that took all those pieces and set them on fire.

sure, in the seven years since you and luke met, you’d each talked about boys, about girls, about dating and kissing them and going further. but there was something about this one that felt different. something about the way you told him.

“but, listen, i wanted to let you know it’s not —”

“good for you,” was all luke said through gritted teeth before someone started calling his name again, louder and more urgently, and he had to duck inside.

(vi. you taste like burning cherries and righteous anger)

your team had won capture the flag, of course. the biggest news of the evening, though: percy jackson was the son of the sea god.

he was a forbidden child, the hero of the great prophecy.

everything was falling into place.

all luke should be thinking about is kronos’ plan, and his role in it, and how a world without the gods of olympus was that much more in reach.

unfortunately, for the time being, he was so consumed by you.

you, from across the campfire, sporting cutoff denim shorts and fresh wounds from the game earlier. you, who had wrapped your knuckles in gauze, concealing their bruising, fixed the chips in your nail polish and stacked rings on your fingers. (for the record: luke had gifted you the one on your left thumb.) you, with dark lips that whispered too closely and laughed too loudly with a child of aphrodite— jordan li.

you hadn’t so much as looked at luke since congratulating each other on another win. when chiron announced his weekly gratitude to the gods at the start of that night’s campfire, you didn’t punctuate your resentment with your usual eye-roll or biting remark. you were too busy giggling at something jordan said.

luke wanted to be the one to whisper jokes in your ear. he wanted to be the one you left lipstick stains on later, along his jaw and down his neck. he wanted to be the one who kissed the blade mark on your shoulder and the bruises on your knuckles.

and yet, hours passed and it seemed that the thought of luke had never so much as crossed your mind. he found himself at an after hours party with a few senior campers on the beach. a lethal recipe: a poorly crafted bonfire, some contraband drinks and you in jordan li’s lap, playing with their hair and pretending luke castellan did not exist.

meanwhile, luke had katie gardner’s full attention. she was talking to him about the strawberry season, potentially leaning a bit too close into luke’s personal space, definitely flirting with him.

luke could have done a lot worse than the head counselor of the demeter cabin, who always smelled like fresh lavender, whose eyes were the bright green of spring grass and whose lips tasted like golden honey.

the problem was that luke only wanted you, and his eyes kept sliding over to where you were kissing jordan’s cheek, and he accidentally called the girl he was kissing by your name, which did not make her happy.

katie threw her drink in his face, told him to wake the fuck up, and walked away.

a chorus of gasps and chuckles erupted as luke stood there, diet coke and vodka seeping into his shirt. the commotion seemed to capture your attention, because you suddenly appeared next to luke, an empty bottle of cherry soda in your hand.

“rough night, tiger?” your voice, that nickname, made luke sick, his face twisting into a frown. you don’t seem to notice or care. instead, you switched your bottle with luke’s and took a sip.

“looks like you were having a pretty good time,” luke practically sneered. “where’s your date?”

“they went to bed.” you swallowed a mouthful of beer, grimacing at its bitterness. “gods, this is terrible. you and i should go on the drink run next time — we have better taste.”

“so, are you and jordan like a thing now?”

you gave luke a smile he didn’t quite understand, but made his stomach churn in ways only you could. “would that be a problem?”

“of course not.” he answered way too quickly for that to be true.

“let’s get out of here,” you suggested. “i think katie is about this close to strangling you with a tree branch.”

luke glanced over your shoulder to where green eyes glared back at him.

nowhere could luke find it in him to care. he wasn’t even sorry. he just shrugged, took the bottle back from you, took his first sip all night. luke almost gagged (because of course you were right, and the stoll brothers had better fake ids than they had taste) but he suppressed it.

“no. i’m good.”

biggest lie he ever said. like there wasn’t anger caught in his throat and jealousy swelling between his ribs.

“go find jordan,” he taunted. “kiss them, show them a good time! isn’t that the reason why you got all pretty?”

you narrowed your eyes at him carefully. your nostrils were slightly flared, and luke took a bit of pride in being able to rile you up.

“look, we haven’t really talked lately, and i think we should.”

“go find jordan,” he mocked once more. “almost all the aphrodite kids are here, and i’m sure you can be quiet enough to sneak into their cabin and if you want a quick fu—”

“luke.” you clipped his name, obviously getting to the limit of your patience with him. “if you want to stay here all night and be an asshole, you’re welcome to. you should know, though, that your happy-go-lucky hero mask is starting to crack and i don’t know if you could deal with the fallout from it shattering completely.”

you leaned in close and whispered that last part, very aware of the chattering that stopped and the eyes that watched the pair of you anxiously. luke was usually good at hiding that part of himself who wanted to burn the world down.

in ways you didn’t realize, you were right: he couldn’t risk revealing it, not now.

not yet.

“do whatever you want, castellan,” you spat out his last name, the combination of letters foreign in your mouth.“i’m leaving.”

luke should be proud of himself. he waited a whole two seconds before following you like a stray dog.

luke didn’t know if he’d ever felt you that enraged by him, and it horrified him. it also made him hungry for more.

“i’m not sure that jordan would want the two of us alone together at night,” he shouted after you, words echoing into the starless sky.

“gods, enough about jordan!” luke practically ran into you with how fast you turned around to confront him. “i was helping them with that stupid aphrodite tradition!”

“you….” luke faltered, all the snark leaving his body. “what?”

luke remembered silena beauregard once explaining the rite of passage to him: to prove themselves, a child of aphrodite had to make someone fall in love with them, and then break their heart.

“why…why would you agree to do that?”

you had reached the dining area by then, and you sat on one of the steps leading to the pavilion. luke stayed a few feet away, looking at you cautiously.

“jordan and i are already friends, and they figured a fake relationship would be the way to avoid anyone from actually getting hurt in the process.”

“you seemed so…so into it, though,” luke stammered, the memory of you in jordan’s lap, laughter bubbling from your lips, still fresh.

“it’s called acting, dumbass.” the camp didn’t rely on electricity, but there were enough torches around that luke could see you roll your eyes. “anyways, i was trying to give you a heads-up last night, but you wouldn’t listen.” you took a deep breath. “and, honestly, i didn’t push it because….i figured i should test a hypothesis.”

a hypothesis? you’d known annabeth for too long.

“what hypothesis?”

you hesitated.

“it doesn’t matter. fuck, this was stupid,” you muttered, and without another word, stormed through the dining pavilion, a short cut to the hermes cabin. your footsteps fell heavy against the marble, and luke’s not far behind.

“what hypothesis?” he asked again.

nothing but rushed footsteps.

“what hypothesis?” luke finally yelled.

third time was the charm, because you stopped in your tracks and faced luke once again. a fire burned in the bronze brazier, where campers were forced to offer up portions of your food to the gods at every meal. its roaring seemed to captivate you, and the flames danced across your face, illuminating all your curves and edges.

“i’m angry at the gods,” you stated.

this caught luke off guard. from the day the two of you met, luke knew you shared that feeling. you’d gotten quieter with your rage as you’d gotten older. luke supposed he got better at hiding it himself, as well.

“i’m angry at the gods for letting bad shit happen even if they can stop it, and for building this world in the fucked up way they did. i’m angry at your dad for the way he’s treated you, but — you, luke castellan.” you finally met luke’s eyes with a gaze so sharp, luke almost felt himself bleed. “i’m also angry at you, and not just for your bullshit tonight.”

your admission felt like a punch to the stomach, and luke was left with no air to breathe.

did you know?

“you haven’t been the same since your quest,” you continued, words slow and deliberate, the way you spoke when you were worried your voice would shake. “and i’ve come to terms with that in the past few years, but you….you’ve never tried to ice me out before. you’ve been acting distant since december, and it’s been driving me insane. do you realize how much i miss my best …..” you swallowed the word friend. “how much i miss you?”

luke hesitated, because what could he say? i know i’ve been distant, but i’ve been busy trying to start a war between the gods. sorry babe!

would you hate him, if you knew?

you had to have known that, despite the distance, luke missed you. for tartarus sake, in the last two days, he’d driven himself mad at you calling a fourteen year old boy sweet, and he was about to combust at the image of you dating someone else, with little care as to the collateral damage.

"you can't just avoid me, makeout with katie fucking gardner, and then….” you trailed off, hiding your face in your hands. whether it was to hide embarrassment or tears, luke wasn’t sure.

a smirk spread across luke’s face at the revelation that he hadn’t been the only one jealous at the bonfire that night. it lit luke up with the confidence he needed to not completely fall to his knees in front of you, beg for your forgiveness for everything he’s done.

“why do you care if i make out with katie fucking gardner?”

as he waited for a response, luke walked towards you until your back hit one of the marble columns.

“why do you care if i’m with jordan fucking li?” you clenched your jaw and looked right through luke. a clear indication that you wanted him to break down first; it wouldn’t be you who yielded this fight.

“because i want to be the one you’re with.” at that point, luke was so close to you that he swore he could hear your heartbeat. he reached out and played with the hem of your shorts. “why do you care if i make out with katie gardner?”

“because.” you drew in a sharp breath when luke’s fingers brushed underneath the denim, across the warm skin of your thigh. you closed your eyes. “don’t make me say it, tiger.”

the desperation in your voice made luke want to do unholy things with you, to you. luke knew you didn’t think of him as a saint, and you never expected him to be one. the reality was that you weren’t much better, either. what was essentially an altar to the gods burned bright next to you, but it seemed neither of you had ever cared less about it than in that moment.

luke would watch olympus fall. he would dethrone the gods and watch their glass castle shatter and find glory in a new world. in the grand scheme of things, he was willing to lose this battle.

in fact, he would have rather betrayed the titan lord himself than waste another second not kissing your lips.

so, he kissed you, and you kissed him back with such force, such hunger, it was ungodly.

no, you certainly weren’t a saint — but you were divine, in the most brutal, intoxicating way. in the way you shuddered when luke lodged a leg between your thighs; in the way you threaded your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans to bring him closer; in the way the metal of your rings burned through the skin of his hip, right to the bone, which made him shudder, and you smile triumphantly against his jaw.

the more he tasted your smirk flavored by cherry soda and the ashes of nearby flames, the more he felt your feral teeth against his neck and your wicked nails digging into his shoulders, the more you tugged on his curls, the more luke thought: maybe.

maybe you would give into your seething resentment, live up to those eye-rolls and snarky comments that got you in trouble with chiron, on the edge of hot water with the gods. maybe you would join the titan army. maybe, just maybe, this time, you would follow luke.

and yet — maybe wasn’t enough if it meant he could lose this. luke wouldn’t risk it, not until he kissed every battle scar and bruise on your body, and you did the same to his.

“wait.”

it was the last thing luke wanted to do, but he complied. he took the opportunity to appreciate the chaos he created: your shirt in disarray, your lipstick a mess, your chest heaving and desperate to catch a breath.

“i promised jordan that we’d keep up our charade for a week, two at the most. do you think we could keep this…” you tightened your fist around the fabric of his shirt. “a secret until then?”

luke responded by pressing his lips to yours once more, because there were definitely worse secrets to keep.

(vii. you wouldn’t hesitate to make him bleed)

luke had just left percy jackson to die.

he should be leaving camp, now, but he needed to see you one last time.

the universe works in mysterious ways, because you were out on a run through the forest, and you crossed paths before he even had time to wonder where you were.

“hey, tiger.” you smiled as if this was a regular afternoon. the two of you would teach your afternoon activities, sneak away during dinner so luke could kiss you in that spot that made you gasp. “wanna join me? i was just wrapping up, but i could be convinced to go longer.”

for a second, he was tempted to. very tempted.

“i don’t have much time.”

you seemed to notice luke’s sullen mood and you dropped your playful demeanor.

luke explained: the messages from kronos in his dreams, him stealing the lightning bolt and helm of darkness to start a war between the gods and framing percy. the plan to destroy olympus that luke had pledged his life to.

percy was surprised at what luke had done, and luke could imagine that the rest of camp would be, too. luke was the golden boy of camp half-blood, everyone’s big brother.

you, on the other hand, didn’t express any sense of shock.

“luke.” you said his name like you weren’t quite sure it was poison. “i’m going to give you five seconds to tell me that you’re joking.”

five seconds of silence passed. you took a few steps back from luke.

“i….i should have told you sooner.”

“yeah,” you scoffed. “you should have. but, you didn’t. did it feel good, having the titan king whispering sweet nothings in your ear? all the lies about how this war is the only way to get the glory you so desperately want? it’s fucking delusional.”

“it’s not delusional—”

“yes, it is!” you glared at him. “you’re on the wrong side of a war you made the mistake of starting.”

luke straightened his posture, thinking about how hypocritical you were being.

“isn’t this what you’re all about? revenge, karma. your mom will probably join us, too. don’t you want to see the gods finally get what they deserve?”

“not like this. i can’t believe how desperate you are, to believe that kronos is going to make everything right. it’s pathetic,” you spat. “i’m not saying the gods don’t deserve to be taken down a notch. their fucking obsession with power and glory….it’s sick and twisted, but i don’t think your titan king is any better. i don’t think you are any better.”

“it’s time that the gods fall. this is the only way, even if it isn’t perfect,” luke countered. his voice was firmer now as he absorbed your anger. your mother was the goddess of revenge, but you clearly didn't understand the sacrifices, pain, and blood that was required to make the world a better place.

luke just needed to convince you.

“we’ve talked about this for years,” he continued. “nothing is balanced! there’s no justice here, for anyone. we can build a better world where we don’t have to burn our scraps and throw ourselves at monsters to get attention. we can fight together like we always have. y/n, i love—”

“don’t,” you snapped. “don’t you fucking dare. you should have died on your quest.” your voice laced with venom. one hand gripping the knife you always kept on your belt. “that dragon should have fucking sliced through you and saved us all the trouble.”

something pricked in the back of his throat, down to his stomach.

“you don’t mean that.”

“i do,” you promised. “at least you would have died with all of us thinking you’re a hero instead of the traitor you really are.”

you grabbed your knife, took a fighting stance.

“i’m not going to fight you,” was all luke could say. he noticed your hand tremble, and you tightened the grip on your knife to prevent emotion from slipping through your invisible armor.

in that moment, you have could slice through luke, and it would hurt less than everything you just said, less than the murderous look you were giving him, like he was just another monster you wouldn’t think twice about sending to tartarus.

luke didn’t even have a chance to unsheathe his sword before you charged at him, but he quickly had you pinned to the ground, the tip of your own knife pointed at you. he hesitated. the blade pressed harder against your cheek than he intended, enough to break the skin and let a few droplets of dark crimson escape.

“please come with me,” he pleaded. you didn’t answer, but you did seem surprised by the softness of his voice.

a few moments passed, the celestial bronze still between you. luke waited for you to see his way, to yield to his proposal.

you didn’t. instead, you took advantage of the situation. you wrapped your leg around his and flipped your position. in the process, you regained possession of your knife. without the hesitation that held luke back, you sliced through his cheek, deep. luke bit his lip to suppress a groan, tasting blood. your gaze set his whole body on fire as he waited for your next move. that was when you glanced down at his camp necklace, and the new clay bead added to commemorate this summer.

a turquoise trident.

“percy told me he was on his way to see you,” you realized. “what did you do?”

luke didn’t answer. he knew then that a choice ran through your head.

and it stung, just a little, watching you sprint away through the trees in a last ditch effort to save percy’s life.

there was a small, pathetic part of luke that wanted you to choose him, even if it meant you would have plunged the knife into his chest.

#this is my baby fr #really feeling the tragic hero vibe down to my core #will prob do a part 2 from reader's POV!#ofc inspired by get him back! bc nemesis!reader....#percy jackson #pjo fanfic #pjo series #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #luke castellan angst #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson and the olympians #luke castellan smut #saf writes #Spotify

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naerwenia · 3 months ago

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Nemesis, The Ultimate Weapon - Nemesis x reader, part 3

I just wanted to write Nemesis smut, but man, here we are, crawling towards the day I understand that I have to start with the smut if I ever want to get there.

Resident Evil Nemesis x female reader

Wordcount ~1100 words

I've been overthinking this so much, so this chapter is more of a "let me write few nice scenes".

Part 1 & Part 2

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Nemesis became more angry and erratic during the weeks after he was brought back after the first full mission, not only for the weird limbo he was put in, not quite stored away like a weapon, yet not a soldier living in a barrack with other soldiers. After healing from his wounds, Nemesis was intermittently kept between stasis and research, which included training. As a success, he was put under a microscope with a group of scientists trying to see if it was better to keep him in stasis between use, or was it better to try and keep him conscious, training and ready.

Yet, while his biological functions and muscle mass were healthy and even improving, his behaviour was mercurial. There were times the tyrant behaved like a machine, perfectly executing every order given to it by marked superiors, only following the instructions given that day and stopping when ordered to, yet he was still flawed. The files kept piling on the rage the T-Type showed and how doctors failed to stop it or even temper the effects the rage inflicted on the tyrant. Every step out of line was followed by the facility putting Nemesis T-type in stasis for an analysis on the error, but there were no patterns to be found on the reports or biological graphs measuring vitals, muscle growth, the infection from the parasite, and brain activity.

While in stasis, Nemesis’ mind wandered. It played over memories, heard roses’ smell, felt sounds of laughter, tasted the touch of another, and dreamed of something unexplainable. A sound that almost reached him, a warmth that was separated by a thin glass, but Nemesis felt like there were miles between him and the sound. The warmth was different from what he had felt before. Flames had seared him, burnt the restricting cloth to his skin. It didn’t hurt per se, but compared to the voice, flames felt like thousand spears impaling him, tasted like rubber and rotten onions. Still, he would step through those flames to feel the distant voice touch his face again. He tried reaching out, trying to lift his hand to reach out, tried moving to reach the voice, but could not. So he let the dream come to him, a warm voice sang to him, his skin heating up as a brush of soft touch caressed his scars, both old and new, and the song wrapped him, covering the hurt, healing him. For once, Nemesis felt he could relax his muscles, suddenly noticing how light his arms could be. A deep breath squeezed past his teeth, a flash of peace filled his mind, and as soon as the breath left his mouth, the crushing weight of reality pushed him back to his body and made him aware it was nothing but a hallucination, unreal, fabricated moment. It just got worse when his mind replayed the memory of the girl calling his name and how he immediately lost her. She was real, he knew it, and she was taken from him. The moment of respite and peace was taken away from them, replaced by constant pain and anger, feeding his wrath.

A brain scan revealed the dreams to a lab assistant, first fascinated by the intensity of the brain activity, rushing to write down what he saw, only to stop soon, as his mind found a troubling thought in the fact he tried to write about the dreams of a weapon. A dreaming weapon, B.O.W with vivid dreams no one knew of, and no one could ask as Nemesis’ facial structure prevented complex speech. The experiment had higher thought, he was able to solve problems and adapt to situations when on a mission, but Nemesis was still just an experiment, subject of the nemesis alpha parasite and intricate gene manipulation, yet the scene in front of him reminded him more of a cuttlefish dreaming. The fMRI changed colours and Nemesis’ skin seemed to slightly pulse, like the tyrant was trying to move in its sleep. The assistant had to remind himself the BOW was self-aware, that was part of the design, but having it clearly dreaming made it difficult for him to write a report as clinically as was expected, stopping every few sentences to choose his words deliberately. There was a part of him wondering if the tyrant was dreaming of the girl, you.

Your presence at the facility was a sort of open secret and while no one admitted to spreading rumours, your every step was followed by a question and every breath with a wild assumption. Not a test subject, not at least yet, not a prisoner (this was not a jail but you could not leave), and not an employee. You were cared for, all your needs met both physically and mentally; food, warmth, showers and clean clothes, even people to talk to and a television to spend time with, but it was clear you were just a valuable nuisance. There was no way you could ever leave as you had seen too much, and even if you agreed to keep your mouth shut under the threat of immediate disposal if you ever uttered a word, your capability of speaking to Nemmy was valuable enough to keep you locked in your box for safekeeping and potential study when they had enough data to formulate a method for the study, when they could decide what it was that interested the men in suits.

Restless in your bed, you turned over to your other side, trying to sleep, but the fluorescent lights outside your door kept flickering, interrupting the constant hum they emitted. For no particular reason, you decided to hum to yourself, finding a tune from your youth you had almost forgotten. The tune comforted you, wrapped you in a warm embrace while hoping Nemmie would hear the song too, feel the song like you felt.

There was a certain charm to being the princess locked away in a tower, but there was no way you would stay here any longer than the day your voice could reach your prince. Your submission was to be earned, and you had played your part long enough to know agreeing to everything was not going to earn you an escape or even a life inside that was good enough to find interesting or fulfilling in any way. The thought of death from a gunshot was always on your mind, every corner here was guarded by trained military, but it would be preferable to existing as a decorative sword stored away in a locker. There was a way out, and you could see it; it just needed a call.

And as you closed your eyes, Nemesis opened his.

#re3 nemesis #resident evil nemesis #nemesis x reader #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd nemesis

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naerwenia · 1 year ago

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He's so cute 💕

The Monsters' Favorite (27): Tentacles. Just Tentacles. [can read here on AO3 or under the cut!]

Pairings: Nemesis/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: I-It's written on the tin... Jus- You Know... Tentacles. DP, Throat Fucking... Yeah....

Nemesis is a bio weapon, something that has no business feeling much of anything, let alone something as pointless as affection towards another living creature. Congratulations. You’ve broke the poor dude.

Nemesis was a fickle one. Though he seems like the type of killer that would have zero interest in the pleasures of the flesh, you knew better. He most certainly had his needs and wants, though they were rarely expressed, given his drive for destroying the last remaining members of S.T.A.R.S took precedence over everything else hardwares into him. But, even he has his moments of human weakness, though rarely seen and even harder to find.

You first caught his eye during a typical trial, when, instead of running away from him, you stood by, almost as if waiting for him. You didn’t even scream when the Nemesis’ wrapped his long, fleshy tentacle around your neck, squeezing it threateningly. All you did was stand there, waiting, watching, smiling..? He was taken aback by your reaction, but what confused him more was his own feelings. More so, that he felt anything at all. Something… something, he just couldn’t remember what. He let you go that trial, too disturbed to go through with actually killing you. Nothing was physically stopping him, he just- something deep inside of him simply didn’t want to kill you.

The next time he saw you, you actually helped him find his target: Jill Valentine. Pointing him in the right direction, telling him if she was hiding, what floor she was on, anything to help him find his quarry. And you helped him with the other survivors, too. In several different trials, you aided him, slowly getting closer and closer until the Nemesis actually wanted to be close to you. To have you within arms reach, so that he could always have a close eye on your small, weak form…

Odd. Very odd, how something inside of the bio weapon changes when you’re around. Like, he can almost be something else, something more than what he was created to be. Were you giving off some kind of pheromones that were causing some kind of reaction inside of his brain? None of this made sense, but what he did know was that having you close made him feel good, and he’d like to keep it that way, even if it was extremely confusing to him.

You started coming to the RPD Station on your own, after a time, so that you could spend even more time with him. It was genuinely amazing and touching to see something so unused to attention or affection in any way go from outright avoiding any and all contact to actively seeking out affection and even showing it, himself. Though it took even more time, the Nemesis began to grow curious about your human body. First starting with unintentionally harsh pokes here and there, then turned into gentle squeezes there and here, to his tentacle-like-appendage groping and roaming your body freely, becoming more and more bold every time you visit him.

This visit would be the one, you just knew it. The time was right, and the Nemesis was ready to accept his reward wholeheartedly. You entered the police station, soaking wet due to the eternal rain pouring down outside. Your dress hung off of you heavily, sticking to the shape of your body, showing off your curvy figure. You wrung out the excess water from your hair and clothing before you continued inside, not wanting to be completely dripping wet as you looked for him. You needed to be at least a little presentable, especially since something special was about to happen…

No sooner than you entered the lobby, did a viscous tentacle slither around your waist, gently tugging you towards its owner. You couldn’t help but to grin and giggle to yourself. He’s been so clingy lately, and I love it. You stroked the appendage, allowing it to guide you towards its owner who was standing off to the side, silently watching you like always. Nemesis couldn’t emote with his face at all, so that left you having to learn his body language ques and how he uses his tentacles to communicate. It took a little trial and error, and a bit of patience on both sides, but you think you’re getting the hang of it.

“Hey, big guy. Missed me, huh?” You cooed, patting him on the side once you're close enough to reach him. Nemesis grumbles quietly in response, staring down at you. Your waist is still grabbed securely, the tentacle occasionally squeezing and relaxing every now and then. He’s relaxed. Good.

Rubbing the slimy appendage, you stand on your tiptoes, taping the killer on the shoulder. “Can we go exploring again..? Please..?” You flutter your eyelashes and give him your best puppy dog eyes. Sometimes he’s hesitant to take you deep into the station, with the zombies sometimes roaming around, and though your pretty sure that your girlish charms have little to no effect on him, he still pauses, looks you up and down, over his shoulder and around the lobby, before shrugging and giving you a slight nod. You squeal and jump up, giving him a tight hug while whispering a thank you into his chest.

You’re picked up, bridal style, a now common occurrence between the two of you, and he allows you to pick a direction you’d like to go in, stomping off so that you’d get to see parts of the station you haven’t been able to explore yet. It was mostly an excuse to be closer to him, to be carried and coddled and to have him just oh so close…

Nemesis’ fingers twitched against your inner thighs as he carried you, kneading the soft flesh with a gentle squeeze. You hum, laying your head against his chest, splaying your fingers out against his shoulder. He was so warm… and he makes you feel so safe when he holds you like this. You sneak a glance at his face, watching him carefully scan the hallway you two were in for any threats, holding you tightly. Heart skipping a beat, you feel your toes curl, body becoming flushed.

You… you want- Sneaking one last look up at him, you hesitate before leaning up, looping an arm around his broad neck and bringing him downwards slightly. You place a soft kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger for a moment before pulling away, worrying your bottom lip. Nemesis cranes his neck to look down at you, before cocking his head to the side slightly. Taking a moment to process what you just did, he leans down more, nudging you with the side of his face.

More kisses…

You chuckle and nuzzle into his jawline, placing haphazard kisses all along the way. The hand gripping your thigh tightens, and there’s a low rumble deep inside his chest. You placed a kiss on his neck, humming softly when you feel him exhale sharply into your collarbone. Would he want more..? Reading human body language isn't Nemesis’ strong suit, so you’ve learned to outright state whatever it is that you’re feeling or thinking or wanting from him. Looks like right now wouldn’t be any different…

“W-Would it be okay i-if we stopped here..? T-To just, you know… cuddle?” You shyly look up at him, watching how he looks around before nodding slightly, dropping down to the floor with his back flat against the wall, you tucked safely against his chest. After he got resituated, you carefully shifted until you were straddling his lap, resting your palms against his chest while looking up at him through your long eyelashes. It feels wonderful to be this close to him…

You could feel one of his tentacles wrap around your upper thigh, gently squeezing and sliding along your leg. You whimpered softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Y-You can do whatever you like… I love it when you touch me.” Nemesis’ head snaps down, examining your face.

Your cheeks are flushed, and you keep biting your plump lower lip, and there is… something else. Something he can’t quite pin down, but… All he knows is that there is an urge to touch you, to feel your soft, warm skin. To hear noises of desperation slip off of your tongue. To have you gaze up at him with an overwhelmed expression that’s all his doing. Huh. This truly is odd. He’s not sure what it is that he’s feeling, but all he knows is that he wants it, and that you’ll happily provide it.

Cautiously, the large killer rests his hand on your hip, nearly engulfing your entire midsection. Another slimy tentacle wormed its way up the length of your torso, underneath your dress. It’s kinda revolting, but in an exciting way, how it leaves a sticky trail in its wake. It wraps under your breasts, then around one completely, squeezing and massaging it testingly. You arch your back sighing shakily as the tip of the tentacle finds your nipple, slathering it in its viscous slime.

Nemesis watches how you react to his touches, something stirring inside of him when he sees your blush darken as he gropes your chest. What else could he do to get more reactions like that out of you? The appendage around your thigh creeps upwards, blindly caressing and feeling around until it’s tip feels something wet. You whimper, eyes fluttering as your soaking wet pussy is tapped and stroked curiously.

Your folds are rubbed and delved into as he maps every bump, crevice and sensitive area he comes across. He’s fascinated by your sex. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this , not that he was complaining, quite the opposite. You gasp and whine when your entrance is prodded, gripping onto his shoulders as your breast is squeezed tightly. Nemesis’ chest rumbles, as if he’s purring.

Nuzzling into his cheek, you shudder as more tentacles begin to slither and writhe along your body. Another goes to your other breast, one slides around your neck, and another goes between the cleft of your ass, rubbing its length against your puckered hole. You moan and bury your face into his chest. It was overwhelming to be touched all over like this. To be caressed so gently, so… lovingly. You needed more.

“O-Ohhh… Ahhhh…~ Please- pl-please..! I-Inside-! I want them inside me- EEEK!!~” You squeal as your holes are invaded by those sticky, slimy things, violating your insides with squirming, writhing thrusts. They slide in easily, aided by both your and their own juices, coiling in on themselves as they rub against one another through your thin, sensitive walls.

You mewl, slamming your hips backwards in an attempt to force them in deeper. Nemesis rumbles, holding you steady with his large hand as he leans back, soaking in all your reactions. Curling in on yourself, you feel any control you had over your body slipping away. You wail for more, saliva and tears running down your face. To your utter shock and glee, another tentacle slipped inside of your pussy, causing you to throw your head back with a cry.

As one slid out, the other pumped back in, over and over, your pussy is stuffed full, and the tentacle in your ass curls and knots up, rubbing against the imprint of the ones fucking your slippery cunt. As you’re bounced slack jawed, the one around your neck tightens before slipping into your open mouth, delving deep down your throat. Nemesis growls at how tightly you are squeezing him, your ass, your pussy, your throat, all of it taking him in, stretching to accommodate every inch that he shoves inside your slippery holes.

Your walls began to spasm and clench around the tentacles in your overstuffed holes and you groan, choking and gagging as you cum from sheer overstimulation. Legs trembling, you felt another two tentacles prodding at your ass and pussy, respectively. Shiiiittt-!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I’m so fucking full- OH ENTITY YEEESSS!!! FUCK YES YES YES YESYESYESSSS FUUUUCKKK!!~ You’ve never been so full before in your life. The rhythm and pace that was set before was now destroyed, all the tentacles pumping in and out of you at a wild, uneven tempo, as deep and as fast as your body would allow. You were being tested to your limits, and though it was the most disgusting and revolting feeling, you wished it would never end.

You’re fuck so hard for so long, that you actually faint for a brief moment, only to snap back to reality when the tentacles inside your ass and pussy tangle together, prodding your walls at angles that you didn’t think were the possible. The tentacle down your throat is yanked out, causing you to gag and cough before it’s quickly replaced by a wanton scream. Head thrashing side to side, your body goes stiff as you cum yet again, thighs slick with your fluids as they splash with each thrust and violent thrash of Nemesis’ tentacles. You can feel them straining against your abdomen, curling and coiling and shoving against your thin walls, until it was too much and painful and you couldn’t stop cumming you can’t stop!!! You can’t stop- oh Entity OH FUCK FUCK FUCK I CAN’T STOP CUMMING I CAN’T-!!!

All at once, every tentacle inside of you was roughly jerked out before snapping back inside. Once, twice, three times, then on the fourth, your holes are spread wide, and you cum a river, clear, sticky fluids gush from between your legs, soaking into both your already wet dress and the leather like material that covers Nemesis’ body. Mercifully, the tentacles retreat, slowly, so as to not overwhelm you even further. You wheeze, laying limply against his chest, unable to pick yourself up. Your limbs burned and ached, your throat was sore, and your insides felt off, somehow. A large hand smooths up your back, grounding you back to reality.

You sigh heavily, allowing your eyes to slip shut. Your body is still being touched, though, thankfully, your overworked holes and sensitive breasts were spared any further attention. Nemesis hums and grumbles to himself, patting you on the head gently. Taking in several deep breaths, you smile, a trembling hand reaching out to stroke his arm.

“Mmm… Y-Y-You’re s-so g-good… Did y-you l-like that..?” You sighed breathlessly. You’re crushed against his broad chest, a tentacle wrapping around your waist securely. You suppose that’s a yes.

“Hmm… We n-need to do that again sometime…”

#dead by daylight #dbd #resident evil 3 #the nemesis #nemesis x reader

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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Hey can I ask for a smutish fluffish matt smith fic where where they are filming their sex scene but she accidentally says Matt instead of Daemon and the directors like “not again 😒 start from the top”

I'm Into It

Matt Smith x Actress!Reader (lowkey Daemon x Reader lol)

Summary: You were finally getting to live out your fantasies of having Matt around you in that pretty blonde wig, but at what cost?

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, they be filming a sex scene for hotd, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Lol this was so much fun to write it's so meta i love it. I hope you like it nonnie <3 and since technically this is daemon related imma tag yallz @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also im tagging @pearlstiare since this lovely dear seemed to enjoy my matt smith fic lol hehe i made another matt fic lol "Dark Kiss"

I was pressed against the wall, a blade to my neck, an arm pressed by my ribcage, pushing me flush against the wall.

I heaved, "do it," I spoke as the blade was pressed closer to my chin, "slit my throat," I chortled, "and then you'll realize just how foolish that decision was after you've spilt my blood."

"Demented hag," Daemon quips, pressing his arm deeper into me.

I lean into him, the blade on my neck presses deeper. I brush my nose against his, "hush, prince," I lick his lips, "we both know you don't think that."

Daemon throws his blade to the side and flips me over, pressing my chest and face roughly against the wall, one arm pushed behind my back. He breathes jaggedly against my neck, "tell me where you hid it."

"Make me," I huff, "you know how," I chuckle, "you know what I want from you."

I wince when he shoves me. I break into another chuckle, "I'll take it however you want to give it, pretty boy."

"Last chance," he warns, "while I'm being nice."

I hum, "I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me."

I smile when he does not reply. I strain my neck trying to look back at him, "dragon lost his fire?"

All at once, I am released and turn back to deviously eye the prince. I bite my lip when he begins to undo his breeches, "you will regret it if you do not obey me."

My heart jumps to my throat at his words. I fall against the wall as he steps forward. I reach out to him as he bunches my skirt up.

I lean against his forehead and sigh when he places his hands on my hips. I raise my leg up to his side and pull him with me as I shift back. I steal a kiss from him and nip at his lower lip when he evades me. When he takes his hand underneath my thigh, I instinctively call out his name.

That was my mistake.

Instead of calling Daemon, I say Matt.

Matt pulls his head back upon hearing his name. He breaks into an airy chuckle, "baby," he coos, leaning into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, pecking the area quickly.

My eyes go wide and I slap my hand on my mouth, looking out to the director and the rest of the crew when I realize my mistake.

Matt pulls away from me, laughing, releasing his hold on my leg to look past the camera. He turns back to me, as I profusely begin to apologize under my breath. He is in a fit of giggles when he seals me into a tight embrace, kissing my shoulder affectionately.

"I am so sorry," I mutter in a guilty tone as I am lifted off my feet by the laughing Matt.

"I'm not," he says, looking out to the camera. He points, "you caught that, right?" He giggles, "I'm going to need a copy of all of these outtakes."

I feel blood rise up my neck, "Matthew, please."

"What?" he turns to me, "my male ego is thriving, lovie. What is this, the tenth time?"

"No!" I call, "... I think only five."

There is a chorus of laughs; someone corrects me by saying it's the seventh.

Matt kisses me cheek, "I'm proud of you, babe."

"Matt, please," the director calls, "stop being distracting."

The entire set breaks into a fit of laughs. I burn with embarrassment, wanting nothing but to be swallowed by the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I turn to Matt and grab his face, "Daemon. Daemon. Daemon."

Matt grins, "Matt. Matt. Matt."

"Stop!" I warn, pulling away from him as I repeat my mantra, "Daemon, Daemon, Daemon."

"Rouge Prince. Dashingly handsome," Matt rubs his nose. He looks at the director, "from the top then?" He chuckles under his breath, "that's what she said."

"Stop!" I whine.

"Oh, alright," he smirks, turning to me, "do me a favor and mess up again. For me?"

"Stop!" I call out the same time as the director.

lol you wanna read another matt smith fic?

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that-basic-simp · 2 years ago

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Master list

Junker Queen👑:

One-Shots:

Mistletoe

New Year's Eve

Valentine

One And Only Headcanon

Woodcutting

Dangerous Woman

Unexpected

Freckles

Broken

Drunk

Dream

Safe

Ride

Mine

Piercing

Flowers

Chained

To My Love

First Time (NSFW)

Fallen For You (NSFW)

Ballroom Dancing

Birthday Surprise

Protective Over You

Stories:

Queen's Princess

Devil's Advocate

Lara Croft⛏️:

COMING SOON

Star And Stripe⭐:

Pinned Down

Day Off

That's My Wife

To The Stars

Eivor🐺:

The Wolf Kissed the Stars

Soreness

Dis Dane

Mizu⚔️:

Water Lily

Nobody's But Yours

Love A Heart Like Mine

Blood & Bruises PT. I

Blood & Bruises PT. II

Take Care of You

Mama

You're Beautiful

Careful, I Bite

The Ronin and The Bride

Princess

Touch Her, I Dare You

Ill

Girl With The Wave Tattoo

Smile

Masquerade

Soft Kisses

Safe

Not Alone

Stay With Me

Dance

Let Your Hair Down

Wasted

Girl With The Wave Tattoo PT. II

Karlach❤️‍🔥:

One Shots:

Down By The River

Down By The River PT. II

Get Away from Her

Get Away from Her PT. II

Modern AU

Date Night (Continuation of Modern AU)

Christmas at Baldur's Gate

Found You

Story/Stories:

Heart to Heart

Other:

Serenity (Minthara from BG3)

To Be Loved (Nemesis from Hades II)

Scars (Venture from OW2)

Nickname (Venture from OW2)

#junker queen #odessa dez stone #junker queen x reader #queen of junkertown #junkerqueen #karlach x reader #karlach #minthara x reader #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #eivor x reader #female eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfkissed #nemesis x reader #nemesis hades

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slashers-and-chill · 6 months ago

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Writers: "They kissed you on the lips sensually-"

BRO HOW???

I guess the blight kissing would be a lot like this.

#dbd #dead by daylight #meme #dbd blight #dbd nemesis #dbd pyramid head #dbd singularity #dbd x reader

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bombsquad9 · 3 months ago

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Hii, hope you’re doing good, could you please do a Carlos’ nsfw alphabet?

Of course I can, hun! Coming right up for you! (18+)

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✞𝐀✞ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱?)

—> I’m sure this man is a sweetheart after sex, not that he isn’t always. He will make sure you’re alright, get you whatever you need and want, and then hold you all night. Carlos would make sure you won’t have to lift a finger after the fact.

✞𝐁✞ 𝐁𝗼𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?)

—> On him I would like to think it’s his arms, he’s worked hard on building up muscle and he knows it’s sexy, so he owns it. He likes the way you look trapped between them, or when you’re trapped in a headlock by them while taking it from behind <3

—> On his partner I feel like he’d like their ass, he just seems like that guy to me. He likes the way it ripples when you’re taking it from behind, or when he smacks it. He can’t help it, he thinks it’s cute.

✞𝐂✞ 𝐂𝐮𝗺 (𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝗺.)

—> Lovesss to cum on your face. He loves seeing your pretty face all ruined and sticky under his doing, bonus points if you’re wearing any form of makeup. Carlos also loves cumming on your ass.

✞𝐃✞ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬?)

—> If he’s away on a mission or something, he totally jerks off to videos and pictures he’s took of you while fucking your brains out. <3

✞𝐄✞ 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞? 𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

—> Carlos probably has a shit ton of experience, he knows what he’s doing, and he’ll definitely learn how to get you off in no time. He’s skilled in all categories, so you’re definitely not gonna be let down.

✞𝐅✞ 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝗼𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧?)

—> Doggy Style: He loves seeing your ass jiggle as he pounds into you from behind, giving you the occasional smack to watch it ripple more.

—> Lotus: Carlos enjoys the closeness. Plus the fact he can see every facial expression that proves he hits every little spot perfectly.

✞𝐆✞ 𝐆𝗼𝗼𝐟𝐲 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝗼𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝗼𝐫 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲?

—> I feel like he would crack a joke or two, but otherwise he’s pretty serious. He’s Mr. Funny, how could he not make a random joke?

✞𝐇✞ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝗼𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐃𝗼𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬?)

—> I would say he keeps up with it pretty nicely, isn’t bare though because he thinks it looks goofy. He has a little happy trail too, so he thinks it wouldn’t makes sense to have the happy trail and no hair down there.

✞𝐈✞ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐫𝗼𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱?)

—> He can be good at it, but I think you’d have to ask for it most times.

✞𝐉✞ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗼𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧?)

—> When he doesn’t have a partner, he probably jerks off often. When he does have a partner, it goes down a significant amount. He still does occasionally though if his partner isn’t available for some reason.

✞𝐊✞ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬?)

—> Overstimulation, marking, teasing, etc. he’s open to try a lot, all you gotta do is ask.

✞𝐋✞ 𝐋𝗼𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱?)

—> He likes the bed because there are less restrictions of what you can do….buttttt he LOVES to bend you over the dining room table or kitchen counter.

✞𝐌✞ 𝐌𝗼𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺 𝗼𝐧?)

—> All you gotta do is mutter what you want him to do to you in his ear, or leave some teasing touches down his arm and he wants to bend you over and fuck you. He’s not that hard to get going.

✞𝐍✞ 𝐍𝗼 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐝𝗼?)

—> Nothing that would hurt you, he just wouldn’t be able to bring himself to do it. He loves you, so why would he cause you pain?

✞𝐎✞ 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭?)

—> Carlos love both, don’t get him wrong, but something about getting his lover off with his mouth drives him crazy. He would gladly drop to his knees and give his partner a blowjob/eat them out in a heartbeat.

—> On the other hand, this man cannot resist a sloppy blow job. This goes back to the cumming on your face thing, because it drives this man absolutely feral.

✞𝐏✞ 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝗼𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝗼𝐰?)

—> Carlos can do slow and rough, it’s up to his partner and what they want. He rather go a bit rough though, he likes watching his partner get absolutely ruined.

✞𝐐✞ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝗼𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝗼𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬?)

—> Always down for a quickie, just pull him into the nearest bathroom, dressing room and go at it.

✞𝐑✞ 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬?)

—> He’d be down, whatever you wanna try that’s considered risky he’d do it. As I said in the last letter, he’d be down to fuck in the a bathroom or dressing room if he really wanted to.

✞𝐒✞ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝗼𝐫?)

—> He can go for awhile, maybe 3 rounds? Training helped him with it a lot.

✞𝐓✞ 𝐓𝗼𝐲𝐬 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝗼𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝗼𝐲𝐬? 𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝗼𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫?)

—> I don’t think he would own any, BUT would definitely buy some if you wanna use them. He’s not opposed to utilizing them, he doesn’t care cause he just wants to see you get off.

✞𝐔✞ 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐃𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞? 𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?)

—> Carlos is the biggest tease, will purposely set a slow pace so that you can’t cum and claims he’s just ‘taking his time and didn’t realize’. He’ll whisper the filthiest things in your ear all day so that you’re begging for him later. Anything to get you riled up, really.

✞𝐕✞ 𝐕𝗼𝐥𝐮𝗺𝐞 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐥𝗼𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝?)

—> I don’t think Carlos would be loud, but would definitely get louder when he’s getting close to cumming. He lets out quiet groans and grunts.

✞𝐖✞ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐧 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

—> I think he’d want to try something like a threesome at least once.

✞𝐗✞ 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝗼𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬?)

—> Thick, really thick. He’s not extremely long, but definitely above average. Will stretch you out very nicely. His tip is a cute little pink color.

✞𝐘✞ 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡/𝐥𝗼𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

—> I would say he definitely has a decently high sex drive, and it doesn’t really take much to get him going.

✞𝐙✞ 𝐙𝐳𝐳.. (𝐇𝗼𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬?)

—> After you’re taken care of and don’t need anything? This man is out like a light, and he sleeps like a rock on the side of the road. He probably just lays on you and nuzzles into your neck and call it done once you’re taken care of.

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