#places this down v softly in front of u with a reminder to drink water if u can

[milflewis]

lewis+nico + "dont tell me, you-" "yeah i fucked him" (+whoever)

“No! No way, don’t tell me, you —“

Lewis rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair, legs falling open. Nico’s stare does not move from Lewis’s face and he grins. “Yeah, I fucked him. I don’t see the big deal, I told you I would.”

“You what?” Valtteri is looking at him, eyebrows raised, shirt tight across his shoulders. Lewis eyes the blush along the tops of his cheeks for a moment, watching as it deepens even though Valtteri doesn’t look away.

“It’s easier this way,” Lewis says. “Give him a heads up so he doesn’t try to catch us when we’re actually balls deep in each other.”

Toto makes a sound like someone just stepped on his tail, Bono patting his hand while biting his cheek, mouth pressed into a line, trying not to smile. Lewis winks at him.

“Pierre still hasn’t fully recovered from that, god bless.” Lewis reaches over, folding his fingers around Valtteri, something in his chest shivering and warm and quiet when Valtteri turns his hand without hesitation, holding Lewis right back. “I wouldn’t wish that on you.”

Valtteri grins wryly at him, “And people try to see romance is dead.”

[therainroguefanfiction]

📱 Find Me (Tooru Oikawa) #11; Triggering Kenma

📑 Table of Contents | ◂p r e v i o u s

Author’s Note: I hope you guys are enjoying this series ^^’ I’m a bit on the fence about it, honestly, and I hope you find it entertaining! You’re probably tired of not seeing Oikawa, but I promise he will be in the next chapter! Y/N and Oikawa are finally going to meet face to face!

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Your eye twitched in annoyance as you stared at the K.O flashing across the screen. ‘Maybe I don’t deserve to be Kenma’s cousin… no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to beat Johnny Cage! This sucks…’

“Y/N!” Your younger brother stuck his head in the door, eyes slightly wide in surprise. “There’s a boy here to see you. Says his name is Watari Shinji.”

Glancing at the clock, you were surprised that it was late afternoon. That fact made you sweatdrop because that meant you had been playing Mortal Kombat for about six hours without stopping. And you still hadn’t made any progress toward beating the one you now called your mortal enemy. ‘Ha, mortal enemy.’ You snorted, making your brother give you an odd look.

“Soo~?”

“Oh, right. Coming!” You set the controller down and jumped up, wincing when your bones cracked, your legs on the verge of sleep. You stepped out into the hall, heading for the front of the house. Watari was waiting by the door, carrying a folder full of papers under his arm. ‘Jeez, he could have at least told the guy to have a seat or got him something to drink.’ You cleared your throat. “Hello, Watari-san.”

He smiled worriedly at you, taking a step forward. “Are you well enough to be out of bed, Y/N-san?”

“Yeah, I just got a bit of a sore throat, but otherwise I’m doing okay.” You rubbed the back of your neck a bit awkwardly. “Do you want to sit down? Or, umm, water?”

“If you don’t mind, some water would be nice.”

With a nod, you turned on your heel and headed into the kitchen, him following close behind as if he was worried that you could pass out at any moment. You pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and paused, glancing at him as he took a seat at the table. “You want ice?”

“Bottled is fine.”

You handed him the bottle and took a seat across from him, feeling a bit awkward as he set the folder onto the table. “I appreciate you bringing me the work. Not looking forward to doing it, though.”

Watari chuckled, sliding the folder over to you before reaching into his bag, which he had placed on the floor beside his chair. “I can help you catch up if you’d like. I made a copy of my notes for you, I hope you can read my handwriting, it’s not the best.”

Curious, you accepted the notebook he was offering you, flipping it open to a random page. If this were an anime, the pages would be shining a bright gold, reflecting off of your eyes as you looked down at them in wonder. His handwriting was pristine, each letter looking as if it had been printed by a computer. But, alas, this is not an anime, and it did not shine like a beacon of light within the dark.

Watari watched your expression carefully, cheeks dusting with pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. “If you can’t read it, that’s fine. I can copy them to the computer, if you want.”

You frantically shook your head. “No, no, they’re perfect. Thanks…”

“You’re welcome!” He smiled brightly, tilting his head to the side. “There’s an English test tomorrow, but sensei wanted me to tell you that you can make it up next week. Even if you’re well enough to return to school tomorrow, you probably haven’t had a chance to study.”

“There’s a test?” You croaked, head lowering in distress. “Crap.”

“Ah, try not to stress too much!” He waved his hands, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. “I’ll help you study, but you need to finish healing, first!”

“Yeah, I guess.” You frowned, glancing over at him. How had you not realized what a nice person Watari is? You had always been so content to keep people at arm’s length, content that most people didn’t seem to notice your presence. “Thank you… it really means a lot.”

Watari nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t sure whether or not to bring up the topic of Oikawa since you were still recovering, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about the situation between the two of you. Oikawa had gotten increasingly insufferable since you had cut off contact with him. Not only that, but he knew you had been missing school and when he found out that you were sick, he was determined to show up at your house. It took the team a while to convince him how bad of an idea that actually was.

“Y/N-san?”

“Hmm?” You sipped on your water and you leafed through the homework assignments, trying to decide which one would be easiest to start with.

“Listen, I’m not trying to pry, but… I really think you should talk to Oikawa-senpai. At the very least, tell him to his face that you don’t want to be his friend. It’s a bit cruel just to ignore him, don’t you think?” He kept his eyes on his own water bottle, watching as a droplet of water slowly rolled down the plastic.

Your body tensed up at the mention of Oikawa, the plastic crinkling under your increased grip. “That… sounds like a can of worms I’d rather not open. Sorry.”

He frowned, wringing his hands nervously. Should he tell you that Oikawa knows it’s you? He wanted to, he felt like he should but… he knew you would pull back even more if you knew. He remembered Iwaizumi’s words when he approached the older male for advice.

‘Let them figure it out themselves. Don’t get involved because Shittykawa will bring everyone down with him.’

“I respect that, sorry for bringing it up.” He smiled softly, hoping that he hadn’t overstepped. “Do you feel up to studying a bit?”

“I guess,” you mumbled, even though you definitely were not feeling up to studying.

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You glanced up when your mom entered the kitchen, tired from a long day at work. You were still sat at the kitchen table, finishing up the essay on fifteenth-century Japan, which was the last bit of homework you were going to do that night. Watari had left about an hour and a half ago, but in the time he was there, he had helped you out a lot and you doubt you would have gotten quite as much done as you had if he weren’t there.

“Welcome home,” you told her before returning your eyes to the essay.

She huffed, falling into the chair that Watari had been occupying not too long ago. “How are you feeling, sweety? Up for school tomorrow?”

“Not really,” you answered honestly, propping your hand up against your cheek and tapping the pencil against the paper. You couldn’t help thinking about what Watari had said to you. Were you being cruel? Honestly, you thought you were just putting yourself first, knowing how complicated life would be if you brought him into your life. You still weren’t completely convinced he would even want you in his life once he got to know you.

She quirked a brow, leaning across the table to rest her hand on your forehead. “Your fever is gone and you’ve regained some of your color, that’s good. I’ll let you stay home if you want, but you better fix whatever problem you’re having at school over the weekend because you’re going back on Monday. No ifs, ands, or buts!”

Your eyes widened, snapping to her as she stood up and headed over to the sink to wash her hands before starting dinner. How had she known that you were avoiding school? ‘Moms can be scary. Oh, that reminds me…’ You turned in your chair to watch her. “Mom, Kenma is having a game on Saturday. Can I go watch it?”

She hummed thoughtfully. “You can go, but make sure you wear a mask so you don’t spread any germs.”

“‘Kay, thank you.” You filed the papers back into their folder before leaving the kitchen. You wanted to let Kenma and Kuroo know that you were going to be attending the game, after all.

Rolling your eyes, you plugged your phone in and set it on the bedside table before your mom called you and your brother to dinner. You weren’t sure why, but you were feeling kind of excited to go to the game and meet Kenma’s teammates.

You completely forgot who they would be playing against.

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[junghelioseok]

change. | 07

↳ a kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship.

◇ taehyung x reader | jungkook x reader ◇ angst | fluff | smut ◇ 2.7k [7/10]

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Kim Seokjin, you decide, is an absolute godsend.

A godsend with a full bottle of champagne and another of freshly squeezed orange juice, both waiting for you as you take a seat opposite him in the restaurant he’s chosen for today. It’s a cozy little place with burgundy walls and dark wooden accents, plenty of potted green plants providing a splash of vibrancy. An outdoor patio scattered with silver heat lamps overlooks the sidewalk, the tall windows closed against the wintry chill in the air.

The patio is where you are sitting today, the warmth of the lamp on your right keeping you comfortable despite the chill that manages to permeate the glass window on your left. Jin is quick to pour you some champagne, and you laugh softly when he tops it off with the tiniest splash of orange juice you’ve ever seen. “You know me so well, Jinnie.”

“You sounded like you had a rough night,” he replies, setting the bottle down with a clunk and fixing you with a knowing gaze. “Ready to talk about it?”

You sigh. “No. But I need to.”

Jin waits patiently as you take a long sip of your drink, reading through the menu about three times before you finally find the words to begin your tale. You tell him about your coffee not-date with Taehyung, and Hoseok’s studio. Jin manages to maintain a stoic expression throughout, but when you mention Jungkook’s phone call at the holiday market, his face darkens.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “Talk about bad timing.”

You sigh again, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I know. And now he knows about Taehyung, and probably thinks there’s something going on between us. It’s a mess, Jinnie.”

Your best friend exhales heavily and pours himself some more champagne. “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” Reaching for the bottle, you top off your glass. “I guess I should try and talk to Jungkook, but he hasn’t been responding to my calls or texts. He probably needs time to cool down.”

Jin hums. “And what about Taehyung? What happened after Jungkook called?”

“He drove me home,” you reply. “And then I texted you, and here we are.”

The waiter chooses that moment to interrupt, so the two of you place your orders. Jin wisely requests another bottle of champagne, and once the waiter takes your menus and departs, you reach across the table to clutch at Jin’s hands.

“Distract me,” you entreaty. “Tell me about your life. How’s the cookbook going?”

“Well—” Jin begins to say, only to be cut off by a series of oohs and ahhs coming from the front entrance. Taken aback by the sudden commotion, you turn toward the source, only to stop dead at the sight of a familiar head of coppery hair and a distinctive boxy smile, the latter of which is directed at the group of wait staff who have flocked around him. Upon closer inspection, you see that a little black and tan Pomeranian is the main source of excitement, and the sight of the dog only further amplifies your shock.

“Oh my god.”

Jin gives you a curious look. “What?”

You shake your head, mind still reeling in disbelief. “Taehyung,” you whisper, and Jin immediately understands, whirling around to look at the young man at the door.

“That’s him?” He squints and cranes his neck, tilting his head at almost a ninety degree angle. “Huh, I guess he does kind of look like that photo you showed me...”

“Jin!” you hiss, scandalized by his blatant staring. “Stop it! He’s going to notice u—”

But it’s too late. Taehyung has already spotted you, brown eyes widening as recognition dawns across his handsome face. You see him mouth your name silently before giving you a cheery wave, breaking out into an even wider grin than before. “{Name}!” he repeats, out loud this time. “Hi.”

You wave back, lips curling up into an automatic smile. Then you glance at Jin, who’s raising both brows at you as if to say, well? Invite him over, idiot!

Behave, you mouth at him—before beckoning Taehyung over with another wave. Almost immediately, the young man politely excuses himself from the crowd fawning over the little dog at his feet and makes his way toward your table. “Hey, stranger,” you say once he comes to a stop in front of you. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I could say the same thing,” he replies with a chuckle. You notice the way his gaze slides over to Jin curiously, and wince when your best friend chooses that moment to kick you under the table.

“This is Jin,” you say, gesturing to the dark-haired man and attempting to kick him back when Taehyung turns away. Jin wisely chooses to ignore you and accepts Taehyung’s proffered hand instead, giving him a firm handshake.

“My turn for introductions,” Taehyung says once the two have exchanged pleasantries. Glancing down, he tugs gently on the leash wrapped around his wrist. “This is Yeontan.”

The little Pomeranian perks up at the sound of his name, and you lean down to let him sniff your hand with a giggle. “It’s nice to meet you at last, Yeontan,” you say, your solemn tone drawing a fit of squeaky laughter from Jin as he crouches down to greet the dog as well.

“Why don’t you join us for brunch?” Jin asks once you’ve both straightened up. “If you aren’t meeting anyone else, you might as well. I’m sure we’d both—” and here he gives you a pointed look, “—love your company.”

You kick Jin under the table again, but Taehyung doesn’t notice—a boxy grin spreading across his face as he glances between the two of you. “Would that really be okay?” he asks. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You aren’t intruding,” you reassure. Across the table, Jin bites back a victorious grin and settles for an expression of smug satisfaction instead. He’s quick to pull an empty chair from a nearby table over for Taehyung, who thanks him as he takes a seat and ties Yeontan’s leash loosely to one of the slats in the backrest, leaving just enough slack for the little dog to sniff around the table and reach the water dish Taehyung sets out.

“I’ve never been here before,” Taehyung admits once he’s settled, smiling politely as a server brings him a menu. “Do you have any recommendations, Jin? From what {Name} has told me, you seem to know quite a bit about food.”

Jin grins and happily launches into a monologue about the restaurant’s best and worst dishes, describing every last detail down to the plating and garnishes. Taehyung listens attentively with his chin propped up in his palm, nodding along and laughing at all the right places. You groan as Jin sets up a particularly bad joke, and bury your face in your hands when he delivers the punchline with a slap to the knee and an excited shout of, “Burgundy!”

Time flies by. Before you know it, two hours have passed, filled with easy conversation and laughter. Jin takes the opportunity to order a third bottle of champagne when a server stops by to clear your plates, and cheerfully tops off your glass once it’s arrived. “Drink more,” he commands, leaving you no room to argue. Then he turns to the other man at the table. “Taehyung? More for you?”

The coppery-haired man laughs, placing his hand over his glass and shaking his head. “No, thank you—no more for me. I have a few errands to run after this, so I should really keep a clear head.”

“More art?” you inquire curiously, remembering your visit to Hoseok’s home yesterday afternoon.

Taehyung nods. “I have a few more paintings to look at for Studio V. But Tan here—” he looks pointedly at the little Pomeranian curled obediently at his feet, “—wouldn’t let me go without taking him for a walk first. And I’d heard that this place was dog-friendly from Yoongi, so here I am.”

“Good thing, too,” Jin says, leaning down to give Yeontan an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for some time now. {Name} hasn’t shut up about you since you met.”

You’re sorely tempted to kick your best friend again, but with Taehyung sitting between you, there’s a good chance you’d end up kicking him instead. Instead, you settle for an eye-roll, while Taehyung grins and shoots you a playful look. “Oh? She’s been saying nice things, I hope.”

Jin pretends to hesitate. You huff, swatting at his arm. “Don’t lie,” you berate him before turning to Taehyung. “Don’t listen to a word he says, Taehyung. Jinnie here is a pathological liar.”

“Am not,” Jin sniffs, intercepting your hand mid-swipe and lacing your fingers together firmly.

“Are too!” you cry, trying to wrench out of his grasp. Taehyung watches the entire exchange with a soft smile, and you cease your struggling when you see the quiet melancholy lingering in the creases of his expression. “Taehyung? Are you okay?”

His smile grows more genuine at your concern. “I’m fine! It’s just that you two remind me a lot of me and my best friend. You might remember me mentioning him at some point—Park Jimin? He still lives back in our hometown, so I haven’t seen him in quite a while.”

You nod, recognition flicking a switch in your brain at the sound of the name. “Right—I do remember. You grew up together on your family’s farm, right?”

Taehyung chuckles. “Exactly. We got into all sorts of shenanigans as kids… in fact, I’m pretty sure I was grounded more often than not.”

“I can’t imagine that,” you say with a laugh, taking in the neat lapels of his tailored coat and the smooth silky material of the floral-patterned shirt underneath. “I can barely imagine you on a farm, to be honest.”

“No?” Taehyung’s chocolate brown eyes glint with amusement. “Can’t you imagine me in a cornfield? Feeding cows? Shoveling fertilizer?”

Jin chooses that moment to interrupt. “You mean manure.”

“Well, yes,” Taehyung admits with another chuckle. “But we just ate, so I figured a little tact wouldn’t hurt.”

“Much appreciated,” you reply. “Jin has no tact whatsoever, so it’s a welcome change. Honestly, you should probably just ignore him from this point forward. It’s what I do most of the time.”

Taehyung nods slowly, seeming to consider your words. “Noted. I’ll do that,” he says after a second’s deliberation—to stifled giggles from you and an offended squawk from Seokjin. His protest only makes the two of you laugh harder, and Taehyung wipes his eyes as he pulls out his phone to check the time. “Ah. I really should get going,” he says regretfully, flagging down a server so that he can pay his bill.

“You’ve got people to see and things to do,” you murmur, watching as he pulls out his wallet and selects a few bills. “Don’t let us keep you.”

“Still, I wish I could stay longer,” Taehyung replies with a soft sigh. “Oh, well.” Placing the money in the checkbook, he stands up, the scrape of his chair startling Yeontan from his impromptu nap in a patch of sunlight on the floor. Tail wagging, the little Pomeranian stares up at his owner, head tilting curiously as Taehyung begins to shrug on his coat. “This has been really fun,” he says, packing up his belongings and giving Yeontan a playful bop on the nose as he tucks his water dish back into his messenger bag. “Thank you for inviting me to join you. It was nice to finally meet you, Jin.”

“You too,” Jin replies, standing up to clap Taehyung on the back and give him a farewell handshake. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Absolutely,” Taehyung agrees. “Just name a time and place, and I’ll be there.”

With all your goodbyes said and done, Taehyung departs with Yeontan in tow. You and Jin wave at him one last time through the window as he walks by, which earns you a boxy grin and a happy finger waggle in return. Then Jin turns toward you and raises his glass, simultaneously dumping the rest of the champagne bottle into your empty one.

“Cheers!” he says, forcibly taking your hand and wrapping your fingers around the stem of your glass and bringing the two together with a clink. “To Kim Taehyung. I see why you like him.”

You roll your eyes, pulling out of his grasp and taking a sip. “Told you he was nice.”

“You did,” Jin agrees, leaning back in his seat and tipping his drink back into his mouth. His gaze returns briefly to the street outside the window again, watching pedestrians and cars pass by. Then he heaves a sigh and sets his glass back down, the soft clunk loud in the sudden silence. “Hey. Can I be honest with you for a second?”

“Of course,” you reply slowly, concern welling up in your chest when you see the way he presses his lips into a thin line. “What is it, Jinnie?”

Jin sighs again, his index finger drumming out an erratic rhythm on the edge of the table. “Taehyung,” he begins cautiously. “He likes you. Really, really likes you. You’d have to be blind not to see that. And… well, I think you like him too, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Your mimosa suddenly tastes sour. “That’s ridiculous,” you say, brushing him off with another eye-roll. “Taehyung’s just a friend. Besides, I already have a boyfriend.”

“You mean the guy who’s currently sulking and ignoring your calls?” Jin asks, raising a brow. “Some boyfriend.”

“We’re just in a bit of a rough patch,” you defend immediately, eyes narrowing at his implication. “These things happen. They happen in every relationship!”

“Sure, but this so-called rough patch? It’s lasted for a month… if not longer.”

“Well, Jungkook’s been busy!” Your voice pitches a little too high on the last syllable, strident in the quiet atmosphere, and Jin’s other eyebrow rises up to join the first at your outburst. Immediately abashed, you lower your tone and try again. “I mean, he’s just a little on edge. And it makes sense—I mean, between training new employees and that big new project, he’s been pulling crazy hours at the office.”

“I know,” Jin concedes. “I get it—I do. But his job shouldn’t be taking such a big toll on your relationship. That’s not fair. To either of you.”

You meet his eyes at last, shoulders sagging as you rest your elbows on the edge of the table. “What are you suggesting I do, Jin?”

“I don’t know,” your best friend replies, reaching over to take your hand in his. “I can’t answer that for you.” Then he gives your fingers a squeeze, soft and warm and comforting. “All I know is that you deserve to be happy. And right now… I don’t think you are.”

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When you arrive back home, you immediately slide off your shoes and flop down onto your bed, burying your face into the nearest pillow and sucking in a deep breath. Jin’s words echo in your head, tolling like a bell. Happy, happy, happy.

Are you happy? You aren’t sure anymore, and you aren’t left with much time to dwell on it when your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket. Rolling over, you dig it out and wake the screen, your heart sinking a little when you see the message displayed there.

[4:25pm] Mom: You and Jungkook are still planning to take the Saturday morning train right? We’ll be there to pick you up at the station. Can’t wait! Excited to finally meet him!

Groaning, you drop your phone back onto the mattress. Guilt settles across you like a blanket at the mention of your holiday plans—plans that you and Jungkook made almost two months ago and have been looking forward to ever since. Nearly one year into your relationship, and Jungkook is finally meeting your family. It’s a big step for any couple, and you can’t deny the flicker of excitement that comes to life inside your chest at the thought.

You need to text Jungkook. You need to, yet your phone suddenly feels like it weighs a hundred pounds. And try as you might, you can’t forget Jin’s words, nor can you erase the image of Taehyung that has etched itself into your head and your heart.

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NSFW A-Z | Thor Odinson

 A/N: Requests for marvel are open!!!

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

Thor is such a snugglebug after sex, he likes to pull you close to his body, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly, sometimes you remind him that you can’t breathe which he loosens his grip.

Your head would rest on his chest, tracing his muscles and abs, which soothes him.

You’s two will normally talk about anything. He likes to praise you after woods telling you how good you are or good girl.

Thor likes to play/twirl your hair, while you’s two talk and leave light kisses on your forehead + the top of your head

After a while of hugging, he will then clean you up, run you a bath, get you a glass of water, even something to eat if you are hungry.

If he does see a bruise he will kiss it lightly. Also if he sees a love bite he will carefully trace it with his fingertips smirking at the bruise. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hair, I’m kidding though he does love his hair. He spends more time brushing it then you do with your own hair. {Well that was when he had long hair}

He does love his arms, he likes to flex them in front of you.

Thor loves every part of your body, it is really hard for him to choose just one. He loves your eyes, they are so captivating, he also loves your lips they are so irresistible and kissable. He loves your hips, stomach, hair, every part of your body, your collarbones, he loves to leave love bites on your collarbones. He definitely loves your ass and boobs. He loves grabbing onto them as he fucks you. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Thor loves to cum down your throat and in your mouth, seeing you swallow his cum is just so sexy and hot to him.

His favourite place to cum is inside of you, his warm seed filling your pussy up. He loves to watch his cum drip out of your pussy as he pulls out.

Thor loves it when you cum in his mouth or his fingers. He will lick it or suck it off his fingers while staring at you.

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

Thor is actually a total sub in bed, he loves it when you take control and ride him. Or when you tie him up and have your way with him. He definitely loves it when you dominate him in bed. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Thor definitely has experience, he knows how to pleasure you. Though he does learn new tricks and techniques.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary; he loves to be able to hover above you and watch the facial expressions and reactions you make as he is fucking you/or making love to you.

Doggy style; Thor loves fucking you from behind, he loves to grab your hair, or the back of your neck, or throat either one, his hand resting on your hip as he thrust into you, he even smacks your ass with every thrust.

He also likes it when you ride him too, he loves it when you take control and dominate him. Moving up and down on his length, your boobs bouncing, he can’t help but cup them, bringing them closer to his mouth and sucking on your nipple, he also likes to massage them as well. Your hands rest on his chest or gripping his shoulders, while you throw head back. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is serious in bed though he does get a tiny bit goofy, giggling and being very awkward H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t really shave it but he does keep it maintained down there. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He likes to set the mood when you’s two are having sex, putting rose petals on the bed, lighting candles, soft music playing in the background he also likes to kiss you a lot when he is fucking you or making love to you. He will either kiss your neck, your collarbones, your lips, your back, or the back of your neck. He loves having you close to his body as well. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Thor doesn’t really jack off, he prefers your mouth around his cock or he prefers to be inside you, jerking off just doesn’t feel the same as your mouth or your pussy.

However, if he can’t get to you or he is away or you are away then he will jack off, picturing you naked as he jerks himself off. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks

Definitely loves it when you call him lord and daddy.

Praising kink, he loves it when you praise him while he is pleasuring you, especially when he is inside of you.

He loves watching you masturbate.

Rough sex, light bondage, roleplay, dominance {whether it is you or him}. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Basically the bedroom, he likes privacy, so anywhere that is private he likes to fuck you/make love to you. Though he likes fucking you in asgard as well {before it exploded}, though in his bedchamber. He likes to fuck you on the bed and against the wall M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You, anything seductive you do, even flirting/teasing, lap dances turn him on greatly. Calling him “daddy.” Or “My lord.”, licking/biting your lip, when you wear lingerie. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would ever use his powers on you, sexually or in any way, if he harmed you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, also he would never do something that would make you uncomfortable or cause you any harm/pain. Also, he would never do threesomes, he definitely does not want to share you with other people. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Thor loves giving you oral, he loves pinning your hips down on the mattress or against a surface, his head buried in-between your legs as he eats you out like there is no tomorrow. He loves teasing you with his tongue as you writhe and tremble against him. He is definitely a pro at giving oral. Thor loves hearing you moan his name as he eats you out and it boasts his ego even more. One hand will slip away from your hips so he can rub your clit with his thumb.

When it comes to receiving. The second you wrap your lips around his shaft, his hands bury themselves in your hair, holding it into a ponytail, as you move your mouth up and down, sometimes licking the tip of his cock before going back to sucking him off, what brings him more to the edge is when you look up at him while sucking him off.

Thor loves to praise you when you give him a blowjob, mostly its “good girl.” Or “fuck you’re so good at this.”

Thor doesn’t hold his moans back either when you give him a blowjob.

He loves it when you swallow all his cum while looking at him, he can’t help but bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Thor is rough and fast, though he might surprise you and be slow and sensual, he is normally fast and rough, very rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers proper sex, he likes to take his time with pleasuring you. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He doesn’t really like fucking you in public, so public sex is out of the question.

He takes risks on the battlefield but he definitely does not take them with yours and his sex life. He might try some new sex positions but that’s about all.

If you do want to experiment then he will never deny your request. As long as it doesn’t hurt you. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) he is a god he can go for days, though he stops when he sees that you are exhausted. You’s two go for hours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Thor isn’t fond of using sex toys. It doesn’t really bother him that you have them, but he would never use them on you or himself. Maybe some bondage toys like blindfolds and handcuff or restraints but other than that he ain’t interested in them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Thor is the biggest tease you have ever meet. He loves foreplay.

He definitely loves to tease you in public as well.

He knows that when he licks his lips it turns you on.

He loves to tease your pussy as well, rubbing his fingers against the material of your undies, when he gets a moan from you he quickly pulls away. Or paying attention to every part of your body except for your wet core.

He defiantly loves to deny you of an orgasm. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thor has a very deep voice so whenever he makes a noise it’s always deep and very loud, he doesn’t hold back. He will moan, grunt, growl, groan and even give you compliments sometimes dirty talk. Mostly he says “fuck.” A lot and “you feel so good”. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thor may tease you a lot, but you tease him even more. Especially in public.

Thor took a sip from his beer, nodding his head every so often at what Steve was saying, just as he put the glass down onto the coaster he felt a hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly, he quickly looked to his right side to see you smirking at him with a drink in your hand. His eyes quickly darted to his thigh then towards you, his breathing hitched in his throat as you slightly leaned forward to show your cleavage.

Thor quickly removed your hand from his thigh, saying a quick excuse me to Steve before dragging you into the corner.

Thor spun you around to face him, nearly spilling your drink in the process.

“What game are you playing?” he asked you, making you raise your eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you are talking about baby.” you spoke innocently, smirking at him then licking your lower lip, as you brought the glass to your lips and took a small sip of it.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Thor growled, making you smirk.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” you hummed, taking a step closer to him until you were close to him.

You wrapped your free arm around the back of his neck, standing up on your tippy toes as you moved your head closer to his face Thor’s eyes fluttered closed as he puckered his lips waiting for your lips to press against his.

Just as your lips were about to touch you pulled away unwrapping your arm around his neck and taking a step, you let a chuckle, as Thor opened his eyes.

“What. Where do you think you are going, I command you to come back here and kiss me.” He stuttered out, as you took a sip of the alcohol… X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Big and thick {I say about 8 inches} Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It is so high, it is on overdrive, he is always in the mood for sex. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t really fall asleep fast he normally plays with your hair and stares at you a dorky smile on his lips as he daydreams about you.

[julia-b00]

ICSTD: Chapter.1

I fiddled with my now silver hair, trying to figure out what I should do with it. It has grown longer since August. I looked at my self in the mirror my silver hair making me look like I could play the role of an ice queen, my grey eyes seem to have also become brighter. My eyebrows are the only trace of me once having dark hair, with all this white they look like dark caterpillars crawling on my face.

"Need any help?" I turned to see Alice in the doorway to my room. Her hair laid flat rather than how it normally looked, she wore a dark dusty purple dress that made her bust look big.  I groaned a 'please' and she smiled getting to work on my hair. She always liked to play with my hair, in fact, everyone in the house is pointed to my hair, even Emmet. My hair has always been untameable for myself to handle, it had a mind of its own, even if I were to brush it, it would go everywhere and I look like I had just flipped my hair everywhere. At least my hair has done the mercy of shaping my face and not being in it.

"At first I didn't know how to feel about you having silver hair, but you seem to have pulled it off quite nicely" She chirped.

"Well, it was either this or try to rock the X-Men Rouge look" I mumbled.

"We could have dyed it back to black but, I like it, who knows once we get back to school maybe you will end up starting a trend," Alice said with a smile. I felt her hands stop moving, I looked at her in the mirror, her face became serious. "Are you sure you want to do this? No one is forcing you to attend the party, Bella will understand" Alice's voice was soft, it was comforting.

But I needed this, since last month I have begun to have nightmares, so I wouldn't sleep much and it doesn't help that I have sleep paralysis. All of this because I was acting like a jealous child because Edwards attention was no longer on me. Edward and I were so close, he was, in fact, the one who found me lost in the woods in Salem, he brought me to my new home. For crying out loud I took his middle name so people here in Forks thought we were blood-related.

What happened "that day" was my own doing and because of me, Edward and Bella keep looking at me with guilt filled eyes. I was the one who went out alone and not seeing the consequences, I took my gift to see the dead for granted and put my self and my brother in this situation. Things haven't been the same between us, he was even afraid to approach me during that month. Jasper helped me get through it, his gift helped me through my nightmares and depression. In the beginning, we weren't really close, due to his lack of control but we ended up becoming very close and I think that's what brought me and Alice even closer. I have been with this family since I was eight, this is my family and home and I'm not gonna let my foolish act stop me.

"I'll be fine, I need this Alice," I said reassuringly to her. She only stared at me for a bit till finally, she smiled and continued to play with my hair. Alice put me in a deep night blue fitted sweater that reached just above my knee. She put it together with a pair of black leggings and some same color dark blue flats. A simple look, I wasn't much for dress up like my sisters but Alice always managed to combine formal with comfort.

-

Alice and I were downstairs fixing the decorations around the room for Bella's birthday, I tried to see if I could simplify it down for Bella but every time I thought I had an opportunity Alice would come and make it less simple.

"There's no shortening the leash Eve," Jasper said caring another bouquet of flowers.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get the birthday girl!" Alice cheered clapping her hands as she took two steps at a time up the stairs. I walked over to where Dad and mom stood. Dad put his arm around my shoulder rubbing my arm smiling down at me.

"I am very proud of you pumpkin," He said and I replied with a smile back as Bella and Edward came downstairs. Bella looked around the room and her eyes landed on me she smiled happily at me.

"I'm glad you came she said walking up to me as we gave each other a hug" Things with Bella became better. We both could actually hold up a conversation with each other. Not to say we were buddy-buddy like Alice is with Bella but good enough to make my brother happy.

However, Rosalie still doesn't like Bella even more so since that day. I watched over Bella's shoulder as I saw Rosalie give daggers to the back of Bella's head. I had tried many times to let Rosalie understand that what happened Bella was pretty much innocent but she wouldn't take it. Let's just say my sister likes to remind Edward that he screwed up.

Alice had managed to take a picture of me and Bella hugging, we turned to look at her confused. "Oh I saw it in your bag," Alice said, silently asking if it was okay for her to have taken it. Bella nodded silently as Alice smiled wider taking her hand placing her next to Edward "Show me the love~!" She sang snapping another shot of Bella.

As Alice was kept busy with the camera Mom and Dad wished a happy birthday to Bella. "We tried to shorten the leash, "Dad said with a smile.

"There's just no containing her," Mom said smiling at Bella. I looked over at my brother who looked adoringly at Bella interacting with our parents.

Alice gave a present to Rosalie to give to Bella and with a struggle, Rosalie 'nicely' gave Bella the box. "Its a necklace, Alice picked it out".

"Thanks" Bella mumbled keeping it short and sweet with Rosalie. Alice then gave her the next gift.

"This is from Eve and Emmet," She said with a giggle as Bella shook the box and noticing nothing was inside she looked at me and Emmet confused.

"All ready installed it in your truck, finally a good sound system for that piece of -"

"Hey, don't dis the truck" Bella replied, we all laughed softly.

"This is from Carlisle and Esme," Alice said giving Bella a small box. Bella smiled and started to open the box.

I wasn't able to proses to what happened next, all I saw was Bella being thrown across the room hitting the wall landing on the table. Mom grabbed me and held me behind her, what I saw was something I have never seen. Jasper lunging at Bella, his eyes dark, they weren't gold like they once were. His face scrunched up like a wild animal, everything around me became white noise, all my attention was on my dad and brother trying to hold back Jasper. I didn't even hear anything when Alice went up to Jasper. I looked back over at Bella, her arm, it was practically covered in her own blood. Dad went over to Bella and I am to guess my brother took Jasper into another room. I still couldn't hear anything as my Rosalie and mom took me upstairs.

My focus was somewhere else as I saw my sister trying to call me, her voice sounded muffled.

"---"

"-v--- c--- --u ---r --"

"-ve ca- y-u h--r m-"

"Eve, can you hear me?"  I finally heard Rosalie's voice call out, but then my head began to feel heavy and my throat and chest felt hollow and tight at the same time. My breathing began to quicken and my legs and arms started to shake. I was having a panic attack, I wanted to speak but I couldn't, I clung to my mother as she shooshed me and rubbed my back.

"Rosalie go get a wet washcloth " I heard my mom say to Rosalie as I could do nothing but feel like I was about ready to die. I could only make a silent cry noise to ask for help if I was actually crying I couldn't tell. I felt mom sit me down on my bed as I clung to her arms.

"Eve, honey, Breath slowly, breath with me Eve" She sat down in front of me and began to instruct me to breathe slowly, at first my breaths came out shaky, till finally, it evened out.

Rosalie came back with the washcloth which she put on my forehead and my weighted blanket. As I was now able to concentrate on my breathing I wrapped my self in the blanket, my arms still shaking.

"Oh my baby" I heard my mother say as she rubbed my back, she started to lay me down on my bed, Rosalie on the other side of me holding my hand. After what felt like forever, I stopped shaking and was breathing normally.

"You okay?" Rosalie asked softly.

"Yeah," I said tiredly, I felt drained and tired.

"Try to sit up to drink some water," Mom said handing me a bottle of water, I sat up and slowly drank from the bottle. Dad had come into the room holding a bowl of fruit, Rosalie and him trade places so he could sit next to me.

"How are you feeling pumpkin," He asked with a warm smile.

"Tired," I said putting the bottle down, Rosalie took the bottle and dad placed the bowl of fruit on my lap.

"Try to eat some of it pumpkin, after you can go to sleep" He put the fork in my hand and let me eat the fruit. The cold sweetness of it felt like heaven, I didn't even know I was hungry, dad had to tell me a couple of times to slow down.

"Does Bella or Edward know?" I asked as Rosalie took my empty bowl.

"Bella doesn't Edward I'm sure figured it out," Dad said fixing the blanket around me.

"Let's hope he keeps his mouth shut then," I said with a raised brow, my mind drifted off to Jasper. "What about Jasper?" I asked looking at dad who was silent and had a frown on his lips.

"He said he might le-" I didn't let dad finish as I bolted from the bed practically walking on it to the floor and out my room into Jaspers and Alice's. The door was already open and what I saw made my heart drop, Jasper was putting his shirts in a bag. He looked up at me with pain in his eyes.

"Eve I-"

"No"

"Eve please"

"NO! You don't get to do this!" I cried I grabbed his bag and tossed it to the floor, his clothing falling out of it.

"Eve"

"Don't!" I stopped him "What happened down there was an accident, it wasn't all your fault".

"How could you say that it's not my fault?" He asked sternly, my anger rubbing off on him. I took a deep breath and tried to talk to him calmly.

"Everyone smelled the blood of the paper cut and you are an empath, you felt everything everyone else did," I said looking into my brother's gold eyes "So stop blaming yourself" I took a step closer but he took a step back.

"Eve, please" he begged his eyes looking at me pleadingly. "What if the next person I try to attack is you? I want to become stronger".

"Then don't leave, stay if you wish to learn to control your thirst," I said softly, I walked up to him and put my arms around him, his body was tense for a while till finally he relaxed putting his arms around me his head resting on mine. I stood on my toes in order to get close, I felt him lift me so my nose was above his shoulder. I heard a whimper of some kind, which I could only guess was Jasper if he could cry. We held each other for a while not noticing the audience that stood in the doorway, I think I heard my mother and Alice whimper as well.

After the whole sobfest, I was officially tired and drained, I took a quick shower put on whatever looked comfortable that was within my reach and flopped on my bed. During the time I slept, I felt my bed dip at my feet, though my tired state I tried to concentrate on what was at the end of my bed.

I was greeted by Edwards back "Edward?" I voiced tiredly. He turned and nodded, he moved so he sat next to where I lay.

"How are you feeling?" He asked I responded with a groggy voice.

"Feeling like I got woken up when I should be asleep," I said complaining.

"Sorry, but I wanted to tell you this in person" his voice that sounded serious woke me up, I sat up and looked at him.

"Eve, I know you won't like what I am about to tell you, but I want you to understand-"

"No"

"Eve please"

"No! Oh my god, what is up with this family running away from their problems?" I asked practically shouting.

"Eve" Edward called, his voice became stern, "Please I am begging you, I need this," his eyes looked at me pleadingly. Why he would want to leave us, leave Bella, made no sense to me. But my brother is actually begging me,  what could I do?

"Fine but until you get back I am calling you Jerkward," I said laying back down, my back facing him I felt him place his head on my neck.

"I wouldn't have it any other way".

[hencethebravery]

In commemoration of the truly astounding display of public regard for CC thanks to Colin, who is legit an angel (dated 8/19/2017). Not to mention the fact that @mahstatins is a truly amazing mom who is truly v tired and could use some solid flirting. This is established relationship CC. I’m sick of getting them established. They are already together, ok? Modern AU time. TOPICAL modern AU time. Oh, and btw, if u were wondering what their dog (who is named after Sally Ride, because space) looks like.

+ For someone who can’t seem to shut up about constellations and space travel and whatever else not of this Earth, he’s unusually apathetic about the upcoming Event. Which, while scientists have known about it’s coming for quite sometime, it seems to have only just exploded onto the media scene, which means his Facebook is mostly flooded with scams for special glasses and not the latest political nightmare. Although there is that. Never free.

Thing is though, the man has a telescope and a star map and one of those little night lights that projects the constellations of your current geographical location on the ceiling. He’s got a mug, right? David has to remind all of their friends that he did not buy him this mug, he bought it himself, and it says “The rotation of the Earth really makes my day,” like it’s funny—and laughs about it every morning.

So the not caring about the upcoming eclipse? It’s unusual. For him.

“I’ve just been busy lately, love. Honestly,” giving him a peck on the cheek and going about his day, “I appreciate the concern.”

Which, yes, he has been busy. They both have, but they’ve also been dealing with some Liam-related drama (what’s new), and nothing rests heavier on Killian’s shoulders than the latest “Fucked Up Thing Liam’s Said on the Phone,” catastrophe. And usually, Killian shares the latest criticism or blunt (also known as, “rude”) opinion immediately. He’s older now, wiser—less sensitive about Liam’s litany of opinions about his career choices and food choices and how-you-arrange-the-living-room choices and whatever else he can think of. Liam’s a good guy. David is adamant; he’s a good guy that loves his little brother as if he were his own son. But Killian’s not his son, is he?

“I know how hard it was for you guys growing up,” David says for what feels like the millionth time, “but he’s gotta let go a bit, ya know?”

“You don’t need to tell me,” Killian answers for, again, what feels like the millionth time, “I don’t take any of it to heart.”

But he does take it to heart. Of course he does. Killian Jones takes everything to heart and it’s one of the things he loves about him, but it’s also one of those things that makes him soft and vulnerable and sad, only he tries to keep it to himself and that’s when something like a solar eclipse is fucking nigh and he suddenly couldn’t care less.

Which is when he proposes the road trip.

He moans about it at first, mentioning all the work that needs doing and the boat that needs cleaning and how is traveling with the dog supposed to go, and it’s one thing after another until David pulls him a bit roughly into a hug and reminds him (for the millionth time) that it’s all gonna be ok, and it’ll all be here when they get back and they’ve got lots of podcasts to catch up on.

“And I don’t know if you know this,” David whispers conspiratorially, “but the last time a solar eclipse was visible in the U.S., it was 1918.”

“I do know that, actually,” Killian sighs, surrendering to David’s plotting,  “Alright, then. I’ll run to the shop.”

It’s a bit last minute, and it’s a good 20 hour drive, and being prepared for such a trip with the dog (”Her name is Sally,” he had rather drunkenly decided the night before they took her home, “our intrepid lass.”) is a bit of a to-do, but whatever, David knows it’ll be worth it. A little stress now, a lot of pop music, coffee, and about a dozen hand-rolled cigarettes later. He figures he can let up on the no smoking rule for this.

“But just this once, you hear me?”

“Bloody hell, Dave, yes.”

They’re packed up and ready to go in about a day, setting out at an ungodly hour a day or so before the eclipse is supposed to take place. They’ll be driving through a few states, but given the time crunch, they can’t make as many stops as they’d like. Maybe on the way back. They do have to make a decent amount of stops for Sally, including one in New York closer to the Finger Lakes. Luckily, or not so luckily, there are about a hundred incredible wineries along the way and they get a little stuck.

“This tastes like actual candy,” Killian mumbles into his glass, he’d loudly protest only he can’t seem to stop drinking it.

“I don’t see it stopping you.”

It’s some kind of raspberry dessert wine, only it tastes nothing like wine and they’re imbibing the stuff like it’s water. This particular winery is a little bit in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by vibrant, lush meadows dotted with wildflowers; sloping, seemingly infinite hills in the distance.

“We could just stay here,” Killian suggests with his eyes closed, a hand resting on Sally’s head. “12 more hours in the car isn’t the most appealing.”

David grabs his hand, swiping his thumb back and forth over Killian’s knuckles. “Maybe,” he says, conceding the point, “but 1918.”

Eventually they sober up and move a little further on down the road.

In Ohio they pull off to the side of a road and eat some raw corn on the cob (Sally too, of course). It’s juicier than expected, even without being cooked. It’s sweet without being saccharine, a refreshing and floral bite aided by the sight of corn fields and red pick-up trucks and frightening billboards about the Devil. They buy a bag for about 3 bucks and continue on, the strains of Fleetwood Mac and Paul Simon following after one another—windows rolled down, the air smelling vaguely of diesel and freshly turned dirt.

They hadn’t really told anyone before they fled, their only notice a picture of their clasped hands on Instagram, resting over the gearshift, “1918,” the caption reads simply, “brb.”

They find a reasonably empty campground right outside of Hopkinsville, Kentucky. There’s a few families with strangely well-behaved children, a small group of women on some kind of vision quest, and a few students from a nearby university. Killian seems to deflate at the prospect of mostly silence.

They arrive the night before, setting up the tent and feeding Sally before collapsing on top of their sleeping bags, legs entwined. Killian usually wakes up first, listens to Sally’s snuffling, Dave’s soft breathing in his ear.

“You happy we’re here?” David asks quietly, observing the thoughtful expression on Killian’s face. Taking note of the crustiness at the corner of his eyes, the soft, still almost-asleep way he stares up at the sky through the mesh of the tent.

"Very much,” answering with a kiss, offering reassurance with a squeeze to the forearm wrapped around his stomach. “Rather this than being tortured with the regret.”

"Didn’t you know?” David snorts, “That’s why I did this. There’d be no living with you otherwise.”

“So a selfish endeavor then.”

“Obviously.”

Around noon, the moon makes its way in front of the sun. By around 1:30 PM it achieves totality, and it’s twilight in the middle of the day—surreal but beautiful. A rooster crows in the distance, the nighttime insects begin to chirp as if they’ve been rudely awakened, and David can’t keep his eyes off Killian’s face.

A lot of the websites he’d visited had said there would just be too much going on to really focus—you’d have to decide what it is you choose to look at, only he hadn’t really anticipated that it’d be the person he’s looked at everyday of his life for the past 5 years. He looks almost inhuman in this near total darkness, his features taking on an edge, a clarity that he’s never been able to appreciate before now.

“Can you believe such a thing is possible?” Killian says softly, in awe, almost as if he were talking to himself.

“No,” he answers, smiling at the sight of Killian’s high, joyful cheeks, “not at all.”