#tea g i f

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Kandi Burrus I wonder what's next in her Career 😄Also Tea G-I-F share opinion of her.

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//OH SHIT MY TEA

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i still can’t get over how lxl became waiterxwaiter bc of the anime’s artstyle btw

[councilofcastamere]

WINTER NIGHTS | CREGAN STARK X TARG!READER ꧂

a b r i d g e m e n t : With tensions rising, your elder half-sister Rhaenyra arranges for you to seek asylum in the freezing land of the North. And fortunately for you, Cregan is there to show you how Northmen operate.

TW: penetration, loss of virginity, breeding kink, mentions gender roles but in a sexy way, sexual tension, sibling jealousy, childhood neglect, mentions of death by birth, shitty character development

A/N: I know the girly portrayed is Visenya but her body is tea in this so maybe I do know best…

The second daughter. The oh-so passed over maiden. Not belonging to anything, nor belonging to nothing. Not the first, and not the last. An ever enduring memory to a passed over era. Nothing significant. Never anything significant.

That’s what you were. Insignificance. A beautiful insignificance, if you could see beauty in tragedy. Beauty in all the ways of life. All the little horrible things that make up a big, beautiful, picture. People shan’t look close, you’d assure yourself.

But you were you. Born to the everlasting way of royal life. To the peaceful Viserys, and his second wife, a woman whose name is not all that important. Another maiden from a noble house that perished to childbirth. Lost her life, giving life.

And as it did not to many maidens, the Gods did not grant you the chance to grow up with your mother. The blood that dripped down her thighs had covered you from head to toe as you came into existence, and she had naught of you in her arms before a deep and long slumber overcame her. The stranger had come for her, and he did not slow down on its way. He’d taken her as quick as she’d given you to the world. A quick exchange, you’d suppose.

Now and then you think about her. What she might have looked like, what she might have liked, what she might have been had she survived the wretched burden of your existence. You’d often wonder if infants who survived childbirth ever felt as deep a burden as she did. To have your very first breath of life tainted with the death of an innocent. Tainted with tragedy.

Growing up in King’s Landing hadn’t been all that as it sounded. You’d never really been that happy, as ungracious as it sounded.

You had an older sister - Rhaenyra - who’d occasionally humoured you. You’d never seen much of her, really. Perhaps it was your own fault as well. For not actively seeking her out. For not being the younger sister one was supposed to be. Some people - as close to you as they may be - are just unattainable in your mind. Your kin aren’t your kin until you allow it.

You have better companions than her, you figured. You had your lady-in-waitings. Lady Vievenne of house Swann. Lady Laycie of house Oldflowers. Lady Claere of house Ambrose. Lady Evelyne of house Hightower, who was, by all accounts, a gift from your newest stepmother, Alicent of the house Hightower.

What you also had was younger siblings. Such as Aegon. Though he is naught but a skirt enthusiast, swimming along the sea of young maidens at his whim. But he cares not whether they are, does he?

And oh, do not get yourself started on the one-eyed prince and that smug little smile on his sharp-featured face. Nonetheless, he was gentle. Oh so gentle with his touch. And oh so sinister in the way that made you feel important enough to be in his good graces.

However, you chose to distance yourself from all parties involved as fate made it clear what it had in store. A great slap to the great Targaryen dynasty. A dark cloud looming over the already curse-clad clan.

For even you knew that the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon, was itself.

“Sister.” you greeted one late evening, having taken flight to Dragonstone on your she-dragon, Starfyre. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“…y/n.” the elder sister called out, a small smile on her lips. “I… am glad for your visit.”

“…I’m certain you are,” you say, trying with all your might to contain a frown.

You eyed her awkwardly as she wiped her sweaty hands off her dress, letting out a sigh as the elder royal wasn’t quite certain how to approach the topic.

“I… understand… things quite haven’t been… that active, in our kinship,” Rhaenyra speaks up, taking a step closer. “And for that, I apologise.”

You could only nod, a small smile gracing your lips at the heartwarming confession of absent love.

“I apologise, also.” you smiled, your hands finding each other behind your back. “I suppose I should have been the one to seek your company and counsel as well.”

“Good.” Rhaenyra smiled awkwardly, a silence engulfing the echo-ridden chambers. “The reason, as to why I called you, might be surprising.”

You froze slightly, heart pounding as the possibilities of implications travelled through your mind. The goosebumps on your arms grew more prominent as a cold breeze passed through.

“Oh?” you answered, cocking a brow. “And what might that be, sister?”

“I ask of you to travel to the North,” Rhaenyra admits, a tone of seriousness overshadowing the warm moment. “I have already sent a raven to Lord Cregan Stark, and he has agreed to host you. If it pleases you, of course.”

No answer came out of your lips, save for your a mere breath. You felt a pang in your heart, consuming your every emotion, making certain you cannot detect how you feel about the news.

A dragon in the north? What a jest. You’d do better in Dorne, surrounded by sun-kissed squires and stable boys than laddish lordlings and Northern butchers.

“And… why should I?” you asked, respect in your tone. “Pardon me, my sister, but why have you made this decision for me?”

“Tensions are rising, y/n. You know that as well as I do.” Rhaenyra sighs, her body language giving up on its tense posture. “And I am aware of your… complex feelings on it. But to the North you must. I’m sending Rhaena to the Va-”

“Yes, because Rhaena gets to be hosted by a relative of yours, in safety. Meanwhile you sent me off to some Northern stranger!”

“Y/n.” Rhaenyra warned, raising a brow. She took a step closer as you composed your words. “You are my sister, and I will have you safe in the North. The Northmen are honourable men, and in time you’ll know.”

✫彡

And so you were, clad in thick fur, lady Vivenne and lady Evelyne at both sides of yourself. Across from you sat three servants, and somewhere else sat your sworn shield.

“It will be splendid.” Evelyne beamed, properly adjusting her hair, tied up in a bun, similar to the ones the older maidens wear. “We shall meet every dusk, and speak about our day. In front of the fire.”

“Not if I can help it.” you sighed softly. “Apologies, my ladies, but I’ll let you two get at it. I’d love to explore the North in solitude.”

“Right…” Vivenne nodded, looking through the small peep holes as the carriage slowed down, just outside the gates of Winterfell. “We’ve arrived, I suppose. You’ll have to greet Lord Stark. If he’s anything we’ve heard of and more, I wish you luck.”

You only nodded, watching as your ladies exited the carriage, standing at the side of the door. Their faces are cast down, as if in mourning. Perhaps they’re mourning the life of luxury provided at King’s Landing.

You could not blame them for it, really. From growing up in their own house, to growing up in the Royal house, to trade it again to live to see the snowy winters of Winterfell.

You shook slightly, the cold air hitting your face in an instant as you slightly lifted your dress, taking a step out of the three provided for the carriage.

You looked ahead of you, eyes locking on the noblemen and women, standing straight and proud. The women bore clothes of low quality, so obviously sewn to fit any class. The men wore dark furs, contrasting to the blue clothing of the opposite sex.

And in the midst of it, stood Cregan Stark, accompanied by a mere little boy of just two years of age. Your eyes locked upon his stormy-grey ones, his face etched into a stern expression, eyes focused on yours.

You maintained the eye contact, taking each step closer to him.

“Princess Y/N.” Cregan greeted formally, taking your soft hand in his. “Welcome to Winterfell. I am Lord Cregan Stark.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark.” you smile, curtsying in a fashionable manner. Your eyes stood glued on his as his lips brushed against the palm of your hand. “I’m truly honoured to be here.”

“…I’m certain you are.” Cregan answered, eyeing you skeptically.

Hearing false compliments wasn’t out of the ordinary for the wolf of Winterfell. He knew well enough that you weren’t suited for the North. You were a Southern lady, used to the life of feasts, luxury, and sparkly dresses.

“Let us go inside, shall we?” you smiled charmingly, looking up at the tall castle with dread in your eyes.

“Aye, so we shall.” Cregan nodded, his broad shoulders most notable as he sauntered into the opened gates.

✫彡

The first night went unfamiliar to you, the harsh blows of the cold weather creating a prominent presence looming over the already melancholic times.

You sat in your chambers, sitting at the stony window sill as you watched Cregan from above.

The lord was overlooking young squires on the courtyard, engaged in conversation with the knight in charge of guiding the young to-be-knights.

All dressed in fur, shoulders looking as if they were padded. Cregan’s hair was tied up, with two front strands escaping and hanging loose. His grey-blue eyes stood glued at watching the young squire’s techniques, and you could only sigh as you got lost in his appearance.

Ever since stepping foot into the North of Westeros, you’d developed a strange sense of interest in the beauty of Northern men. How they all dressed so grimly, but intimidating. How they’re oh-so honourable and hard working. How they always seemed so clean shaven but rugged all at once.

And you could not help but wonder what it would be like had you wedded one of them.

Being completely honest, you’d never really been the sort of maiden to stay inside of her chambers, waiting for her husband to return from his duty, deprived of affection.

With any Southern lord, being a doting unappreciated wife would never cross your mind.

But with Northern men, however, you had the feeling your efforts wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Before you could continue your vulgarly confusing thoughts, you saw Cregan’s eyes shift to yours, finding your gaze.

You could only lean against the window, a hand on the stony side as you gazed back at him. Your hair was loose, and you were dressed in your creamy beige nightdress.

You held his gaze for a moment, until ultimately turning away, leaving the implications of that gaze to his imagination.

✫彡

By the third day, you’d been reading in the old library belonging to House Stark. You’d sat on a plush seat, the dusty book on your lap as your gentle fingers flipped through the pages.

But you weren’t alone.

Cregan Stark sat near you, his knees in almost touching proximity to yours.

“Aye, the North is cold, but it’s honest.” he tells you, gently shutting his own book. “The snow doesn’t lie about its intention. No courtly games like they play in the South.”

“Oh, please.” you smiled, shutting your book as well. your body shifted so it was facing his, resting your head on one hand. “The courtly games are what makes it so fun.”

“Now, riddle me this.” You smiled, noting his full attention on you. His body language exuded calmness, and you felt secure in the knowledge that his comfort lies with you. “How do you not like courtly games? Personally, it makes my life all the more amusing.”

“I suppose it’s all jesting for you, princess.” Cregan said, his eyes resting on yours. “Amusement or not, I’d rather know where I stand…”

“With you, however…” His eyes trailed down to your bare shoulder, the white nightdress you’re wearing very much a sight of sore eyes. “I think I know.”

“Oh, do you?” you teased, cocking a brow. “And how so, pray tell?”

“Well…” he grunted, shifting in his seat to tighten the proximity around you two. “You’d do well not to cross any Northern man. They don’t take well to… courtly games.”

You only smiled at that, your upper body instinctively leaning in, albeit torturously slow.

“And, uh, suppose I… marry a Northern lord.” you teased quite coquettishly, a hand moving to rest on the thick fur coating his body. “What am I in for.”

You watched as his smirk only widened, gently taking the hand that rested on his fur, and taking it in his.

“Marry a Northern lord like me, and have your nights warmed under the thick fur of blankets.” he says, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. “Northern loyalty runs deep, princess. That’s what you’d be in for.”

You nodded slowly, and you could not help but notice those coloured eyes of his descending onto your perky breasts.

Great, this was all going well so far. “I’d imagine… do you think he’d gift me a pup? I’ve always wanted a tiny pet, to keep.”

“Yeah?” The lord licked his lips, a hand resting on your waist. “You think you’d handle a wolf properly?”

“Well, I would.” you smiled, nodding in agreement. “I’m a dragon… and dragons do not surrender that easily.”

You smiled, shifting in your seat again as Cregan amusedly indulged you in your silly thoughts. “Just imagine it, my lord. I’d be holding that pup every night trying to get it to warm to me.”

Your hand slowly, but surely, trickled down to his clothed thigh, trying to maintain a sense of quiet intimacy.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you, then.” his voice lowered, bordering on husky. “Wolves aren’t so easily tamed, not even by someone with…”

He paused for a moment, a hand gently taking the one you placed on his thigh.

“…your charms.”

You’d have a cheeky comeback on the tip of your tongue, had it not been for Cregan’s lips descending upon yours, clashing together like Blackwoods and Brackens.

You let out a soft breath as you eased into the kiss, feeling his large hands grip your waists as if his life depended on it.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, to his neck, and then to his armoured chest. The armour he carried felt cold to your hands, yet it made it all the more sinful.

“Did you have this in mind?” you murmured against his lips, tongue circling his as you so sloppily attempted to kiss him. “Seducing me?”

The silence engulfed you two for a moment, only being overshadowed by the sound of soft breaths.

“You have it wrong, princess.” he breathed, firmly planting you upon his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “Do you take me for a halfwit?”

You smiled, looking over your shoulder as you attempted to chase his lips with yours again.

“No, but I certainly did not take you for a man so easily seduced.” you teased, guiding his hands to your clothed breasts. “You don’t seem the type to give in that easily.”

“Because it’s untrue.” he spoke up, lips brushing to against your neck. “But do you honestly think nothing would be done about the way you saunter around, looking as you do?”

His hands slowly tugged against your nightdress, pressing a hard kiss to your achy jaw before pulling away.

“Lay yourself down on the carpet.” he commanded, hands shifting to peel off his fur coat, along with his armour and tunic.

All you could do was nod and watch on as his armour went discarded on the floor, the metal material cranking against the stone ground.

His bare chest was now visible, the defining abs illuminated by the glowing fire. His hair messed up when he threw his tunic over his head.

“Cregan, I-"

And in one moment, you felt his large body overshadow yours, clashing lips again. Cregan lifted his body as to not crush you, hands on either side of your head.

You only permitted yourself to breathe unevenly, stead of moan. Your hands found his shoulders, desiring to pull him closer than possible.

“Ever since you’ve arrived you’d been nothing but trouble.” Cregan murmured, lips finding your throat. “Sauntering around with your ladies, endlessly teasing me.”

Your legs only shifted to wrap around his waist, back slowly arching at the kisses.

He took notice, and let one of his hands pin you down, lips descending towards your perky breasts.

“Gods, you’re wrong for this.” he grunted, swirling his tongue around the nipple. “For provoking me, as you did yesterday, and the day before that.”

“For thinking you have the authority to do this to a lord.” he breathed, your small breast fitting into his large palm.

“For…” he continued, kissing down your stomach, before ultimately glancing back at you “…thinking you’d get away with this.”

“I did not think I’d get away with this.” you tease, watching as he moves face-to-face again. “Which is why I did it.”

Your hands find his muscled arms, squeezing it gently. “I want to know how Northern men do it.”

You’d think you were jesting, but were you truly?

You’d have opened your mouth to say anything else, looking up at him, if it weren’t for the Northern lord himself roughly flipping you to your stomach.

“You wish to know, my princess?” he murmurs, unlatching his breeches. “You’d have your first time be with a Northman?”

You nodded, cheek resting on the carpet fabric without surrender. “Yes. Gods yes.”

He hiked your skirt around your waist, your plump ass visible to his peering eyes.

“You’ll be ruined for other men, aye.” He grunted, his hand wrapping around his rock hard cock.

“That’s good, because I desire no one save you.” you smiled, allowing him to lift your hips up and arch your back.

“Yeah?” he smirked, the tip of his cock rubbing against your damp hole. “You’ll have me make you my wife?”

You nodded, impatiently moving your hips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“You’d be a good wife, wouldn’t you?” he grunted once again, head finally pushing into your unloosened clit. “No Southern games, no poignant looks of yours.”

“You like that about me.” you painfully breathed, feeling the uncomfortable ache of his cock in your newly penetrated cunt.

His head descended, placing gentle kisses upon your shoulders. “A maiden. Perhaps you aren’t as well-equipped to handle a wolf as you said you were.”

“I am.” you protested, pushing your hips back. “Move your hips. I wish to prove myself.”

He only speeded up his thrusts, and as you allowed the moans to fill your lips, his hands found a way to push your head down.

“You’d carry my pups?” he asked, thrusting into you aggressively, pumping his cock in and out. “Wait on my cock every night?”

You only moaned incredulously, asscheeks clapping along with every snap of his hips.

“Yes.” you breathed, gasp and claps filling the room. “Fuck, put a babe inside of me. I want your children.”

“We’ll have to wed sooner, before the babe gets born in wedlock.” he grunted, hands gripping your hips, pushing you back onto his thick length. “But that’s what you wanted all along, was it?”

You gripped the fabric of the carpet, cheeks burning as it rubbed against the irritating carpet.

“For a thick cock such as this.” he teased, tugging at your hair.

“Yes.” you moaned pathetically, cheeks flushed as you felt a knot forming into your stomach.

Your lips parted, your eyes rolling above-ways.

“Yes, yes!” you moaned loudly, feeling his hands grope your breasts. “Fuck, you’re moving fast.”

“Never fast enough.” he murmurs, member sliding against your wet slit.

He could feel your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock for all it is worth. His grip on you tightened as he thrust down to meet your upward motion.

And with one sharp thrusts, you felt the knot loosen and the cream dripping out your twitching clit.

Yet, he didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he rode you through your orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to send him reeling as well, burying himself deep inside of you.

Hot spurts of cum dripping out of your hole, you completely got yourself spent, closing your eyes and deciding you could just fall asleep on this carpet.

“No sleeping in the library.” he scolded lightly, putting on his fur coat, covering his naked physique. “Come here.”

You exhaustedly crawled over to him again, and snuck yourself into his coat, the clothing covering both of your naked bodies.

“I’m taking you to your chambers.” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “And for the next time, do not attempt to get so exhausted. I went easy on you this time.”

[luvvyouforever]

harvey (sdv) - nsfw alphabet <3

-> there is not nearly enough harvey content on tumblr for my liking. SO two harvey posts in a row, yes i do believe. and i do love reading an sfw/nsfw alphabet so of course i have to provide for our favorite nerdy doctor <3 i also want you to know that as i write this, i imagine harvey as a taller, bigger man. so like he's got some chub on him and he's got broad shoulders. idk idk it's my headcanon.

-> this is nsfw and dirty! like i really tried to get over my reservations about using descriptive language. with that being said, NSFW 18+ MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

harvey is the sweetest, most gentlemanly partner after sex. he makes sure that you get cleaned up, that you protect yourself against any UTIs or other gross things, makes you some coffee or tea, and cuddles with you endlessly. harvey would need some extra reassurance that what he did was good, that you enjoyed it, or that you didn't get hurt. he'd get anxious and worry about it for the rest of the night if you didn't offer him some kind of honest discussion.

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

i think he appreciates his arms and hands! he knows that he has some strength and likes when you can grip on to his biceps in the heat of the moment. knows how to work his hands i mean, come on. he can do minor surgical interventions. if you hold onto his arm while you're walking in town, he'd get all blushy.

as for you, he truthfully loves every part of you. if you ever asked him "what part of me is your favorite?" he would actually stress over it and couldn't answer. however, if you really really wanted him to say, he would choose your eyes. there's nothing better to him than looking at them when he's giving you pleasure. sends him reeling, actually.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i don't think harvey is particularly keen on making a mess, especially of the bed or another surface. he'd try to keep his cum inside of you, or at least contained to an easily wipeable surface (like your face). on the down low though, i truthfully think he'd surprisingly enjoy cumming on your face, mainly around your lips. messy oral? he's done for.

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

meeting dr. harvey in his office for a confidential check-up? hmm. definitely not when you first start dating, but give him some time and you may just find yourself on his desk (never in the actual, sterile field) receiving a little extra attention wink wink nudge nudge

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has plenty of knowledge about anatomy, trust me. he never struggles with finding your best spots. however, he struggles with foreplay and building intimacy and dirty talk, etc. he's a nerd! what can i say? tell him what you like, guide him, and help him and he'd be confident in no time. he's a quick learner.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

so, i think there are two sides to harvey. he is either incredible slow, passionate, and earnest. this lends itself to something simple like missionary where he can stare into your eyes, kiss you, tell you sweet things, etc. his other side comes out later, when he's gotten more comfortable with you and with himself, and he can get a little rougher or faster or intense. he likes to be able to grip on to you so something like doggy, maybe riding?

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

harvey can't help but be clumsy sometimes. he learns to be able to giggle at himself when his hand misses the bed and he falls. he also can't help but giggle when hair gets caught in your mouth or some other silly thing. however, he likes to keep things intimate and prefers to have a serious moment with you in bed.

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

i don't think he fully shaves, he just doesn't strike me as that kinda guy with his mustache. but i do think he trims it, kinda manscapes it a little bit to tame everything down but he likes to have a little hair down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

loves making sex romantic. he doesn't do it often, but on special days like your anniversary or birthday, he will harvest some flowers from the farm and throw the petals around the room, open up some freshly made wine, and showers you in affection. as for every day sex, he still likes to make it special for you and never backs down on his pure, teeth-hurting sweetness.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think that he is the kinda guy that starts feeling guilty for masturbating after he gets into a relationship. prefers to just wait for you. however, before your relationship, he would masturbate every once in a while when he was stressed or horny. if he ever watched porn, which i feel like would be very rare for him, he wouldn't watch highly produced, fake porn. it would have to be something amateur. (harvey has a secret twitter account)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay so...i think harvey starts out vanilla. when you're getting to know him and for the first few times you have sex, he keeps it simple. mainly out of nervousness. however, i think he's kinkier than we might assume. i think he really enjoys being praised and praising you. i think, too, he likes feeling big and strong in that he gives in to his possessiveness sometimes, and he likes being able to manhandle you a little bit. also, i propose this everyone....bondage? nothing super strong! just with his tie or belt. and your hands. to the headboard.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom, mostly! he has a reputation that he needs to uphold so anything in public is nerve wracking. but with some convincing, like i said, his fancy office is not totally off limits.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you do anything! especially if you're really determined to get something done and you're working hard at it! like, you've been working so damn hard on renovating and cleaning the farm and you come back proud of everything you've done, he will look at you with a glow in his face. kisses on the neck, too!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think he'd ever hurt you. it's just not something he could ever see himself doing. he doesn't mind seeing like fingertip marks on you the day after but anything like choking, spanking, etc is out of the question. he also would find rudeness a turn off in a person. like he would hate to see anyone be rude to another person and it would take away from someone's attractiveness immediately! (that's not to say that he doesn't enjoy some town gossip here and there)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

my first headcanon here is that harvey LOVES giving oral and on the days when he hasn't cleanly shaved his face, his stubble leaves marks around your thighs. okay, now that that's out of the way: harvey is such a pleaser and he'd do anything to make sure you feel good. he likes when you guide his head, mouth, or hands and he likes being told if you want more, or faster, or less. as for him receiving, i think he enjoys it but he gets so in his head that he can't really cum from it. it takes some extra praise and reassurance to get him to fully open up.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like every other answer here, it depends on his mood! he can get really fast when he's feeling extra needy or kinky. however, when he's trying to be romantic, he will take his sweet time and go nice and slow with his thrusts, movements, touches. however, i think he could also use slowness to his advantage and tease you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

prefers to take his time but sometimes he likes to catch you before you wake up and start working on the farm and before he has to go to work. he enjoys these more than he will admit to himself though and he thinks it can be fun!!

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down to try new things, don't get me wrong! if you wanna try something new, he'll let you to an extent but he won't do anything that comes with a dangerous outcome or health risk! like, sure, he might be down to try some new rope positions but he won't dare put chocolate sauce around his genitals. do you know the bacteria risks that can come with that??

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i don't think he has very high stamina. it's not that he gets really sleepy after, but he can't go for multiple rounds. maybe two if it's been a long time since he's seen you. he can last a while though, i think. he won't cum the minute he engages in anything and with his anxiety, it may even take him a while to get to that point.

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

he doesn't mind bringing out a vibrator because he knows how good it could make you feel. he doesn't like them on himself though! he doesn't mind taking a trip out to zuzu and hitting up a sex shop to buy some new bondage-y toys. they will be thoroughly cleaned though. why would nipple clamps be any less clean than forceps?

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't do it with malice in his heart, trust me. he just likes seeing you on edge, waiting for him of all people, begging for more pleasure. he experiments to see how long you can go for, or how far he can drag out oral. he definitely enjoys it more than he'd let on. oh, and, i leave you with this, imagine harvey offering fake pity and cooing at you:

"my poor flower...you must want it so bad!"

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

keeps quiet, mostly. some interjections of grunts and groans, especially when he cums. he uses his voice more for sweet talk! he loves hearing your noises, though, and it gives him more encouragement than anything.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

the first time you called him dr. harvey in a joking, yet somewhat flirtatious manner, he blushed and got incredibly flustered. then, you did it again, and it had the same effect. and then...oh lord. your hands were roaming his body and you, just testing the waters, called him dr. harvey and he could have finished right there.

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

he's big guys, i'm sorry. nerdy white men are always packing. i headcanon him as a big boy and it's only fitting that he's proportionate. more thickness than length. he was a little ashamed the first time you had sex but he realized just how good it feels and it makes him proud. big dick energy if you will.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think he has a fluctuating sex drive. during flu and cold season, he is so stressed and likes to come back and make dinner, cuddle, and go to bed. however, during the summer, when everyone is healthy and only needs some aloe vera gel for sunburns, he could go day after day with you. it just all depends on his mood and the time of the year.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he enjoys cuddling and talking after sex but give him an hour and the man is CONKED. he's the older bachelor so of course he's a sleepy man. cuddle up to his chest, open up the window to let fresh air or the sounds of rain float in, and he'll be like a baby.

[muzansfangs]

OH! one in which muzan is the head of an agency and yn is his secretary but one day muzan is very stressed and knowingly yn enters his room to talk about the meeting and muzan takes out all his anger on her..😋 (pretty pls ☝️

Cock sleeve.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, clothed sex, modern au, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, dom!Muzan, sub!reader, spanking, creampie, language, dirty talk, degradation kink;

Plot: You knew Muzan like the back of your hand. Working as his secretary, you witnessed to his mood swings and you knew damn well when it was better off to keep your distance from him. However, it was time for some tea and you honestly could not wait to serve your boss with a treat he liked to claim when he was upset.

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Your scalp felt numb from the cruel grip on your hair. Tears streamed down your cheeks, some of the salty droplets violently splashing onto the mahogany desk of your boss’s office with each brutal thrust of his hips. Your glasses, the ones he had demanded you to wear, ignoring if you actually needed them to see or not, were sliding down your nose and you could not push them back up, or remove them. Your hands had been bounded by one of his hands, the grip so tight to bruise your wrists.

You should have expected him to react so ferally, when you waltzed into the room without knocking on the door, after some of his subordinates had clearly left him with a foul mood to deal with. To be honest, this was what you wanted. Asking him which blend of tea he preferred to sip on, stupidly standing on the threshold with that scanty dress of yours was nothing but your attempt to get under his skin. If getting fucked dry was what you were yearning for that afternoon, Muzan was more than compliant to satisfy your whim.

Mr. Kibutsuji grunted, head lolling back as your sappy cunt milked him up deliciously. His hands roughly spread your ass cheeks, hips moving slower now, his length dragging along your spongy walls to enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing between your slippery folds.

“Look at how wet you are, you whore! One wrong move and I might slip out” he scolded you, slamming his hips against yours harder this time. Your ass jiggled, a sob escaping your lips for the overstimulation he was forcing you to endure. It was not unusual of him to treat you so coldly, brutally, as if you were nothing but a piece of meat.

Muzan scoffed, the open palm of his hand landing harshly on the tender flesh of your right rear. Your cries and whimpers were a symphony he wished was recorded, so that he could play it on repeat even in the privacy of his bedroom, when he had no one to fuck to oblivion to alleviate his stress. Masturbating on you, though, was better than bringing home the first frivolous girl he met at the bar, or at social events. Those women could not quench his thirst as you did.

Now as he rotated his hips against yours, you clenched around him and slammed the open palm of your hand over the desk, teary eyes looking at the door anxiously. You were sure everyone knew what was going on between you two by now. You were uncapable to keep it loud. Yet, you also knew that staying silent, impossible anyway, would have not pleased your boss. You had learned to value his personal fulfillment more than your dignity and your sense of shame had been long gone since the first time he had bent you over that desk.

The elastic band of your panties was unforgivingly bruising your inner thigh, where it had been pushed by his deft fingers to expose you. He had not even bother undressing you two. Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers and pushing your undergarment to the side was good enough for him.

“How does it feel knowing you are nothing by a cock sleeve?” he hissed suddenly, hand slipping underneath you to seek your clitoris.

You closed your eyes, cheek resting against the hard wood beneath you “G-Good. It feels good, Muzan” you breathed out, the extra pleasure engulfing your belly almost overwhelming you. It was too much. Fluids oozed out of you copiously, while the blissful, mind-blowing sensation of orgasming not even provided you some sort of relief. Exhausted, you soon regretted your words as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to strain your neck.

The warm breath escaping his lips in heavy pants wafted over your jawline “How did you call me?”.

You refused to answer. Swallowing thickly, the glimpse of his enraged expression made your insides twist in anticipation. You had not even thought about the rules he had set between you two. You were too drained to formulate a reasonable reply, or merely thinking before babbling out what he considered insults.

A harsh tug on your hair made you whimper, his cock still nestled deep into you “Answer me!”.

“Muzan! I called you Muzan!”.

“Is that how I told you to address me?” he thundered, mouth finding an exposed portion of skin between your neck and the shoulder, teeth leaving their mark behind.

You wept underneath him, tears falling from your lashes nonstop at this point. He had instructed you about your intercourses. You did not have a ‘safe word’, but you were well-aware that he would have let you go if you behaved. All you had to do was giving him what he wanted.

“No, it’s not! — you blurted out, pressing your hips up against his navel out of a reflex you could not control — I’m dismayed! K-Kibutsuji… Mr. Kibutsuji, please! I can’t hold on any longer” you whimpered out, this time striking a chord in his otherwise detached heart.

Muzan was a cold-blooded man. He did not pay any mind to the people around him. He only took decisions beneficial to him, without self-doubting at all. Despite that, when he began to gently thrust into you, lips leaving small kissed over your cheek you could not help yourself but esteem him a generous man.

You were not capable to climax again, but you were delighted when he finished deep inside you. A moment after he composed himself, he made it his problem to clean up the excess of seed seeping out of your abused hole. Fixing back your underwear and skirt, he left you a glass of water to drink beside you head, before going back home. Once again, it was your duty to close the office.

When you finally pushed yourself back up, legs shaky and ache in your private parts, you knew only one thing for sure: Muzan Kibutsuji was a devil of his word.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Sometimes, I just like to indulge into such requests because they simply remind me of my username and how deeply I love this man. Muzan, one of the most despicable fictional men to ever exist, yet here I am to defend him.

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Luce

[niniwritesxo]

nsfw alphabet - kang daeho (player 388)

(contains sexual content, mdni <3)

(these are all my opinion, if you disagree that’s totally fine, just dont interact w this fic xo)

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

- dae-ho is such a sweetheart and i am convinced he thinks aftercare is the most important thing ever, he’ll do anything to make you comfortable afterwards. preparing you a nice warm bath, making you a sweet treat or just cuddle with you.

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

- he loves his arms, especially when he flexes them so he can see his biceps/thriceps, his favorite part about you are your thighs and your ass (i just know he is a ass man)

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

- he has a breeding kink, he literally will thank you if you let him come inside. (hahaha going insane rn)

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

- he is a switch but loves when you dom him.

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

- i think he has good experience, his bodycount is probably below 5 though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- reverse cowgirl. (who said that)

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

- i feel like he would be kinda goofy, like cracking a little joke when something awkward happens.

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

- dae-ho is definitely shaves for you, he knows you hate bushes lol.

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

- oh he is hopelessly in love, he loves sharing these intimate moments with you because he absolutely adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- mutual masturbation 100%

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- praise, some degrading and in a way i feel like he would be such a good brat tamer (i am delusional)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- either the kitchen or the shower.

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

- praise.

‘just like that dae-ho, you feel so good, fuck.’

say that and he’ll go on for hours

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

- spitting and slapping.

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

- dae-ho is a MUNCH, i just know he loooves going down on you, he loves pleasing you.

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

- depends on how he is feeling, but i think it kinda switches between the two. (he’ll always make sure to ask you if it isn’t too rough)

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

- he doesn’t mind them but he would rather fuck you for hours straight.

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

- whenever you suggest something he’ll definitely try them out, he loves when you come with new ideas.

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

- i think he lasts LOOONG, he won’t stop until you at least came twice, doesn’t matter how long it has to take.

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

- maybe like a vibrator ON you, but that’s about it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- i think he is such a tease, joking about you whining and going insane over his touch.

‘you want to cum that bad sweetheart?’ he says grinning.

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

- he isn’t that loud but he is definitely whiny and needy, so you’ll probably hear him whimpering and grunting.

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

- he loves it when you call him daddy (he’ll probably call you mommy…anyways!)

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

- dae-ho is not big but kinda buff, like he is not that skinny and actually has some meat on his body (yummy)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- quick, he probably does something cute like make some tea for the both of you and falls asleep cuddling you.

thank you for reading lovely xo

[menagerofmischief]

hi!! i have a big order i hope it’s not too much trouble :’)

could i get a charcuterie board (but maybe married instead of dating) with a cold appetizer? for the mains, i’d like lobster, gyros, sausage rolls, and sarma. and for drinks: white wine, fanta, coca cola, coke zero and a strawberry lemonade all served by sir lewis hamilton, please and thank you!!

my favourite track on the calendar is zandvoort because of the banked curves 😋

charcuterie board dating/married cold appetizer rough sex lobster "I love watching my cum leak out from your pussy" gyros "Gonna fill you up" sausage rolls "I'll make it fit" sarma "Gonna put a baby in you" white wine sir kink fanta size kink coca cola somnophillia coke zero free use strawberry lemonade breeding kink + sweet tea morning sex

lewis hamilton x wife!reader

cw: somno, waking up with sex, no plot just porn, seriously straight to smut no intro, oral sex f!receiving, PiV, unprotected sex, cumming inside, bit of breeding, aftercare implied not included

wc: 0.9k

a/n: back to diner orders because I have over a 100 in my inbox and they're fun. this is short, and probably shit, but I hope you enjoy.

You woke up with a gasp, mouth falling open as a moan slid past your lips, body jerking upwards as pleasure coiled in your belly.

“Fuck, ah, Lewis!” You moaned, fingers tightening around the edges of the blanket as you lifted it up, your eyes meeting his. Your husband looks up at you, his strong hands pushing apart your thighs, lips wrapped around your clit

You go to speak when he nips at your clit and then sucks immediately afterwards, like he’s trying to soothe you, and your head falls further back into the pillow, a gasp of pleasure slipping past your lips. 

You push your tongue out, running it over you lips as Lewis continues to eat you with more excitement that he’s ever shown any food. Finally you find your voice to speak. “Holy shit!” You breathe out, pushing the blanket completely aside and bringing one hand down to rest on his hair, careful of the braids. “Good morning, baby.”

He hummed in reply, sending vibrations straight into your core. “Good morning,” he said, pulling back a bit, a string of saliva still connecting him to your clit. He flashed you a smile before dipping his head back down and pushing his tongue inside of you, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. 

It’s not long after that your legs are shaking, still held down by his hands, and you can feel your gut tighten with every stroke of his thumb and tongue. “I’m gonna cum!” You whine, fingers grasping onto the bed sheets.

“If you wanna cum then go ahead and beg for it,” he orders, thrusting two fingers into you and stroking against your g-spot as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

He doesn’t really have to say anything more, you already know what he wants. And like rehearsed speech, pleas start falling from your lips as you beg for your approaching orgasm. “Oh sir!” You whine, your voice high pitched. “Please let me cum, sir. I wanna cum for you, please.”

“Cum,” he uttered, his voice muffled by his face being buried in your folds. That was all it took for your orgasm to crash over you, tipping you over the edge.

Lewis pulls back, giving you a few moments to calm down before he’s pulling down his sleep shorts and briefs and crawling over you. He leans down to kiss you, lips pressing against your in a gentle show of affection and you can taste your arousal on him.

His cock slides through your folds, the tip nudging against your overworked clit, which has you whining as you grab onto his biceps. “Too big, Lew.” You whine, feeling his hardness pressing against you.

He chuckles his eyes meeting yours as he guides the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance, the mushroom head barely slipping in. “Don’t worry baby,” he cooed, his lips brushing against your forehead in a calming manner. “I’ll make it fit, yeah. I always make it fit.”

Lewis pushed himself inside inch by inch until his hips were flush with yours. After all this time, taking him fully was still a stretch. One you would welcome with open arms every time.

He started thrusting slowly, groaning leaving his mouth. “Fuck you feel so good, baby, so tight. Squeezing my dick so well.”

You nodded back at him, too overwhelmed with pleasure to properly speak and he started speeding up his actions. His thrusts holding a bit more power behind them now as he fucked you into the mattress, shaking the bed with each thrust and driving the headboard into the wall.

It wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm approaching, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your head back in pleasure. “Fuck, Lew, gonna cum. Cum with me please.” You begged, your nails digging into the skin of his back.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He teased, the rhythm of his hips not slowing down. “Go on, be a good girl and cum for me. Then I’m gonna fill you up.”

You moaned at his words, clenching around him as your second orgasm crashed over you, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you clawed at his back. Still, he kept thrusting.

“Yeah, you want that. Don’t worry, sweet girl, you’ll get my cum.” He groaned, his hips faltering as his dick twitched inside of you before you felt his cum spilling along your walls. “Gonna put a baby in you, you want that? Want to be all round and swollen with my child. You’d look so good, the prettiest mama.”

He pulled his now softening dick out of the warmth of your pussy, his cum spilling immediately now that his dick was no longer acting like a makeshift plug. He groaned at the sight, his fingers sliding down to collect the spilled cum and push it back into you, making you whine at the overstimulation he was providing. 

He hummed, bringing his coated fingers up to your lips. You wasted no time to lean forward and take his fingers into your mouth, licking them clean. “I love to watch my cum leak out from your pussy.” He told you, his words making you shiver in delight.

Lewis leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his hands stroking the skin of your arms. “Let me pamper you a little, baby.” He asked, and you found yourself nodding back at him. It was a very good morning, indeed.

[obitos-whore]

SFW Alphabet for Gaara

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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Gaara adores his s/o's voice. Especially the way they pronounce his name makes his heart flutter like crazy.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

It's hard to pick a favourite part when his partner is the literal definition of perfection. But if he had to choose, it'd be your hands. He loves the feeling of them intertwining with his and especially the way they caress his face.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Despite still struggling with physical touch due to all the neglect and childhood trauma, Gaara really enjoys being the little spoon. Feeling someone holding him close and protectively makes him feel safe and truly wanted.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Being the Kazekage requires a lot of time and also comes with the cost of losing even the tiniest bit of privacy. However, this doesn't stop him from having weekly date nights with you. Most of the time, you two stay at home and cook together and either watch a movie afterwards or take a stroll through the outskirts of the village to go stargazing.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He's not the best with expressing his emotions and often struggles with them and instead tries to describe how he feels, making it sound surprisingly poetic. But what he lacks in words, he'll make up with sweet, subtle gestures and expressions. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear here, a deep, longing gaze there. Another way for him to express his feelings is by making use of the "flower language" and giving you certain flowers to emphasise these emotions of his.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Gaara doesn't necessarily need to start a family with you. But he wouldn't mind if you want to. Though deep down he's afraid that he might end up like his father, even if it's subconscious. Plus, being the Kazekage means less time for you and your children and leaving you to care for them mostly on your own.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Gaara is very thoughtful with his gifts and will make sure to give you something that's either very useful, or fits your style and taste. He also doesn't shy away from spending a big amount of money on the gifts. After all, you're his beloved, his heart, and you deserve only the best.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Gaara is rather shy when it comes to pda, especially as the Kazekage. However, if he and his darling are by themselves, for example while taking a stroll under the starlit night sky in the desert, he doesn't mind holding his beloved's hand. Just the feel of their fingers laced with one another makes his heart skip a beat.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If it's only a small cut or bruise, he'll be very calm about it and gently tend to your wounds. If it's a stab wound or a deadly injury, he'll try his best to remain calm and stop the bleeding himself while trying to get you help asap. His voice will be a deep, demanding roar tinged with desperation as he calls for a medic. And rest assured, whoever did that to you, will pay greatly for what they have done.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Gaara is very selective when it comes to whom he shares a laugh with. Fortunately, you, as his s/o, happens to be one of the few people he feels comfortable with, though he has a bit of a dry humour, which is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. However, pranks are definitely not something that humour him. Quite the opposite actually. He would never play a prank on his beloved, because that would require him taking advantage of his s/o's fears and vulnerability. And that's definitely something he does not stand for. And he would greatly appreciate it if his partner refrains from playing pranks on him as well.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His favourite spots to kiss you are your forehead, palms and of course your lips. However, if his s/o is shorter than him, he will also plant a tender kiss on the crown of their head. And if his s/o happens to be taller than him, he will place featherlight kisses under their ear and where their jaw ends.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Gaara primarily shows his love to his partner by making time for them, as the lack of it is the biggest con of your relationship. For example; when his partner brings him his lunchbox to his office, he asks them to stay and eat with him. Another way of showing his love are acts of service as well as gift giving. He's meticulous when it comes to these things and also puts a lot of thought behind his gifts.

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

Mornings are usually very calm and serene. Gaara is an early bird and usually wakes up at daybreak. He normally stays in bed for a few minutes and watches you sleep or snuggles up to you for some lazy morning cuddles, before he gets out of bed to have a warm cup of tea and get himself ready for the day. If you're an early bird like him, he will have breakfast with you. But if you happen to be the complete opposite, Gaara will have breakfast all by himself before heading off to the Kazekage's office, leaving you a sweet little note wishing you a good day and letting you know how much he loves you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would be losing you, either by death or you not loving him anymore. If you leave him for someone else, he will spend months and even years asking himself what he did wrong to make you lose your feelings towards him. He won't resent you of course, but seeing you happy with someone else hurts him immensely and makes him want to rip out his heart and bury it deep within the desert alongside his memories with you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Whenever he hears someone say your name, a small smile subconsciously adorns his face and his eyes get that soft, adoring look. His siblings often tease him about it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Aside from the classical "Darling" and "Love", Gaara will call you his little "Desert flower". The reason why he calls you that is because your love is the beauty that was able to grow even in the harshest conditions (his past and imperfections).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Gaara is a sucker for anything that includes spending time with you whenever he gets to. Being the leader of an entire village is a very time consuming job, so even spending ten minutes with you are comparable to a paid, six week vacation to him. But one of his all time favourite ways to spend time with you is when he's caring for his cacti and you helping him.

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His most treasured moment in your relationship is when you reassured him in such a heartfelt and sincere way about your love for him, after he had voiced his concerns and doubts about him being worthy of someone as kind, amazing and loveable as you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Gaara does not like having secrets from you and he especially hates lying to you. He has been lied to the majority of his life and could never do the same to others. But he also knows that, in order to understand him better, he needs to communicate openly with you, no matter how sensitive the topic may be. He's good at keeping your secrets though, so you can tell him literally everything about yourself and he would take them to his grave without even an ounce of judgement.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took a good while, because Gaara always lost his confidence last minute before confessing his love to you. He would mentally chide himself for his cowardice, reminding himself that the worst you could say was "No". But that deep rooted fear of rejection and potentially losing you forever just kept messing with his head and hurting his heart.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Depending on whether he is the one responsible for upsetting you, accidentally of course, he would either be calm and collected, offering you comfort and a shoulder to cry on or just vent to. Or he would unintentionally act like a kicked puppy, apologising to you profusely and trying to mend things by making or ordering your favourite food, buying you a huge plush animal, offering you to yell at him to get your emotions out of your system, etc.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Gaara is proud of many things regarding you. But if he had to pick one thing, it would be your resilience and undying devotion and love towards him. He's well aware that there are still people who don't trust him and think you're too good for someone like him. And seeing you defend him and stay by his side through it all without wavering makes him feel both proud and humble at the same time.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Gaara knows you're an independent and resilient human being and therefore lets you go on missions and engage in battles if that's what you want. Of course he feels stressed and anxious about you potentially getting hurt or worse, but he has faith in you and will refrain from treating you like a fragile egg. But he will definitely fight alongside you if possible.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He's perceptive by nature and picks up on a lot of things, like the way your eyebrows furrow when you're thinking about something, or the way your lips purse when something or someone bothers or disgusts you. He's not perfect by any means and there are still some aspects he struggles with, but he's a fast learner and will mentally take notes of every single thing you do, no matter how little it is.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Since Gaara prefers to keep his personal life as private as possible, he would resort to a cute stay at home dinner, followed by a nice, quiet walk around the village at night. He would take the time to gather his courage and rehearse his speech over and over again in his head while taking you to his private garden where he will propose to you under the silvery light of the full moon.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Your voice and general presence are a safe haven for the often tired and stressed Kazekage. He knows, no matter how exhausting or stressful the day may have been, as soon as he's with you, he can unwind and relax. Preferably in your arms, or with his head nestled comfortably in your lap while your hands run through his messy red hair.

[bedlam-barbie]

NSFW Alphabet: Hwang In-Ho (The Frontman)

Because I was not inspired to write for attention and decided to be disgusting about my man

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)Secretly excellent at it—but he’ll pretend he’s not. He’s the type to silently run a bath, leave warm towels, bring you tea without saying a word. You’ll wake up under expensive blankets, your favorite playlist quietly playing. His hands are gentle after the storm.He’ll hold you—wordlessly, tightly—like if he lets go, he might lose you. It’s not sweet, it’s possessive

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)On himself: His eyes. Intense, expressive, full of secrets. He knows they intimidate and seduce. On you: Your mouth. He watches every word, every whimper, every bite of your lip like it’s scripture. Also? Your thighs. He could worship them for hours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)Controlled. Always. He holds back until he chooses. Finishes inside like it’s a claim, but only after eye contact that says “mine.” When he's angry or desperate, he might finish on your stomach, jaw clenched, breathing heavy like he regrets everything and nothing.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)He has a voicemail from you saved on his private burner phone.

You don’t even remember leaving it—drunk, laughing, calling late one night after a night out. You were rambling, teasing him, voice slurred and soft as you said: “I know you won’t pick up. You never do. But... I wish you would. I miss you. Even when I hate you.” You ended the message with a sigh and whispered “Goodnight, Hwang.”

He’s never responded. Never brought it up. But he listens to it when he’s alone, in the dark, sitting on his penthouse balcony with a glass of Yamazaki in hand. The sound of your voice—unfiltered, tired, and vulnerable—is the closest thing to love he allows himself to feel.And sometimes, after hearing it?

He fucks his own hand with your name on his lips and a silent apology burning in his chest.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)Extensive. Precise. Clinical. He’s not messy. He’s not experimental. He knows what works and how to break you open with a single thrust. Sex with him is strategy—pinned wrists, controlled breathing, building you up just to break you down. But when the emotions leak through? It’s unhinged. Animalistic. Unrepeatable.

F = Favorite Position Bent over his desk. Skirt up, panties pulled to the side. One hand around your neck, the other around your mouth. He fucks you like a decision—deliberate, final.

Alternatively: flat on your stomach, his full weight on top of you, whispering into your ear, “Take it. You wanted this.”Every stroke is meant to remind you who you belong to.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)Absolutely not. His humor is dry, scathing, and rare. Sex is sacred. If you try to make a joke mid-act, he’ll grip your jaw, force eye contact, and say something like:

“Open your mouth again, and I’ll make sure you can’t speak at all.”

...And then, he’ll do it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)Neatly groomed, though not obsessively so. He’s classic, subtle, and never sloppy. He doesn’t expect anything specific from you, but if you do wax or shave, he’ll notice and murmur something quiet and filthy against your skin.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)He is terrified of intimacy—but craves it more than air. If you touch him softly, cup his cheek? He’ll break a little. The most intense moments aren’t during sex—it’s afterward, when he lets you see how hollow he feels. Every kiss, a vow. When he holds your face and looks into your eyes while he's inside you, you’ll know: he wants to say “I love you.” He just can’t.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)Rare. If he needs release, he’ll find you. But when he does take matters into his own hands? It’s dark. Angry. Filled with shame. He bites his lip to stay silent, closes his eyes, and imagines your tears, your begging, the way you whisper please, sir when you're right on the edge. He always finishes fast—and hates himself for it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Control/ Edging: He tells you when to come. If you disobey, he punishes.

Breath play: He loves your gasps. The fluttering panic. The trust.

Praise: “Good girl.” Said low, like a gift.

Obedience training: He'll teach you to kneel, wait, earn every inch.

Possession: He wants you marked. Bruised. Filled. His.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)His office. His car. A private lounge above a gala full of VIPs. Somewhere dangerous, but with a locked door. He likes the thrill of control amidst chaos. Sex on the rooftop overlooking Seoul? One of his best memories.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)Emotion. Conflict. The moment you call him out, touch his wounds, or stand your ground—that’s when he snaps. Love and rage are entwined for him. When you show him you're not afraid, he needs to consume you.

N = No  (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)He won’t do sharing. He won’t let you top. And he won’t fake softness. He’ll never say “I love you” during sex—because when he does say it, it’ll destroy him. And you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)Devastatingly good at giving. Tongue slow, deliberate, reverent. He takes his time, looking up at you with heat and apology in his eyes. Receiving? Loves receiving—especially when you're on your knees, hands bound, mascara running. .

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)Controlled. Ruthless. He wants you to struggle to breathe. To cry. To plead. But he’s not reckless. He watches your reactions like a hawk. And when you’re right there? He’ll stop. Whisper in your ear: “You’ll come when I say.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)Only if he’s angry or desperate. If he’s pulling you into a dark hallway, lifting your dress, and fucking you with one hand over your mouth? You’ve really pissed him off—or someone else touched you. Either way? He finishes fast. Deep. And leaves you shaking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)Calculated. Always. He won’t get caught. But he likes the illusion of danger. He’ll fuck you in the boardroom at midnight. In his car outside your apartment. Just to prove you’re his.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)Unmatched. One round? He’s just warming up. Three is typical. Four if he’s punishing you—or himself. He doesn’t stop until your legs won’t hold you. And even then, he’ll make you beg for more. “Use your mouth then, sweetheart.”

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

Under lock and key. Velvet-lined drawer. Restraints, gags, blindfolds. Leather cuffs with your initials burned into them. He’ll never use a vibrator unless it’s to tease you to tears. He prefers his hands. His control.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)Master of denial. He’ll edge you for an hour, then pull out and say, “You haven’t earned it.” He wants you desperate. Crying. So broken that when you finally come, it's an exorcism. And he watches the whole thing unfold with a dark smile.

V = Volume  (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)Low. Hoarse. He doesn’t moan. He growls. He gives you commands in a quiet, dangerous voice. The only time he loses it? When you whisper, “Please, sir. I’m yours.” Then, you’ll hear a sound so raw it’ll haunt your dreams.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)He once fucked you in full uniform—black mask on, gloves on, over his desk while footage of the Games played in the background. He never took it off. He needed to disappear in that moment. And he needed you to know: even when he’s a monster, he still chooses you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)Lean. Muscled. All sharp lines and quiet power. His back is littered with old scars. His thighs are strong, his hands are huge. And yes—he’s big. Thick, veiny, and perfectly curved. When you first saw it, you paused. He laughed. Quiet. Dangerous. “Don’t worry. You’ll take it.” And you did.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)High. Painfully high. But buried under work, duty, guilt. He wants you all the time, thinks of you at meetings, dreams of you in silence—but he’ll never act unless he has to. When he does? It’s a damn storm.Z = Zzz  (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)He doesn't sleep. Not really. After sex, he watches you. Traces your skin like it’ll vanish. He memorizes your breathing, listens to your heartbeat. If he does fall asleep with you? It’s the only time he dreams peacefully.

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RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

“Loving Kakashi Hatake feels like the wind, a constant presence that sweeps you off your feet and keeps you on your toes, never quite knowing what’s next, but always feeling like home.”

A - Affection

Kakashi isn’t the most openly affectionate person, but when he loves, he loves. He won’t smother you in PDA, but when you get him alone? His hands are everywhere, brushing your hair out of your face, tracing your back, brushing your knuckles, or tugging you a little closer when he thinks you’re not paying attention. And if he’s really missing you? He’ll grab your face, press his forehead to yours, and just breathe you in. It’s not flashy, but it’s… him.

B - Beauty

He swears he doesn’t have a type, but let’s be honest. He’s a sucker for pretty eyes. He believes eyes are the windows to who you really are, like they hold all your secrets, your thoughts, everything you’re too afraid to say out loud. He’s drawn to the way they change with every emotion, every glance, and how they give away more than you think. If you ever catch him staring, he’ll just smile and say, ‘Eyes don’t lie.’ And yeah, he’s definitely weak for the way yours speak to him.

C - Cuddling

Kakashi acts like he doesn’t care about cuddling, but the second you pull him close? He’s gone. He won’t admit it, but he sleeps better with you curled up against him, his arm draped lazily over your waist. If you ever run your fingers through his hair while he’s half-asleep? Yeah, he’s never letting you go.

D - Dates

He likes the simple things. Walks through the village at night, quiet dinners at home, laying in the grass watching clouds, reading together in bed. Nothing crazy, just you two time. But if you try dragging him to some ridiculously romantic thing, like candlelit dinners and all that? He’ll complain the whole time, but you can catch him sneaking glances at you. Yeah, he might pretend he doesn’t like it, but he totally does.

E - Excitement 

Kakashi doesn’t get outwardly excited often, but you know when something matters to him. He gets quiet. Like really quiet. His fingers will twitch, his eye will crinkle at the edges, and if he’s really excited, he’ll suddenly become very interested in holding your hand. It’s adorable. And if he ever drags you off somewhere with a little too much urgency, just go. It means he’s excited, even if he won’t say it.

F - Fighting

He hates arguing. He’d rather sit in silence than say something he doesn’t mean. If you’re upset, he’ll let you talk, arms crossed, head tilted, like he’s really listening. He never raises his voice. Never. Ever. But the second he realizes he’s hurt you? Oh, he’s fixing it, no questions asked. Kakashi doesn’t have time for pride. He’s lost too many people to let things go unresolved.

G - Gifts

Kakashi is the king of subtle gifts. Mention you like a book? It’ll magically show up on your nightstand. Run out of your favorite tea? A fresh bag will just appear in your kitchen. If you ever thank him, though, he’ll just shrug and say, “Must’ve been the wind.” (Yeah, right. Liar.)

H - Honesty

He doesn’t lie. Kakashi won’t sugarcoat things, life’s too short for that. He won’t tell you what you want to hear just to make you happy. Not in a cruel way, but in a way that makes it impossible to doubt him. If he says he loves you, he means it. If he’s worried about you, you’ll know.

I - Intimacy 

Kakashi’s all about the little things. Like how he brushes your hair behind your ear, or how his fingers linger on your skin just a moment longer than they need to, showering together after a long day, washing each other’s hair, reading a book side by side, or just stealing soft butterfly kisses. Sometimes, in those quiet moments, he’ll trace your face with his fingertips, your cheekbone, your jaw, the curve of your lips, like he’s trying to memorize you. It’s those little things that mean everything.

J - Jealousy

Kakashi’s not the jealous type. He trusts you completely. But if someone gets a little too close? Oh, he definitely makes his presence known. He won’t say a word, but suddenly, he’s right behind you, his arm casually around your waist. He doesn’t have to make a scene, just tilts his head, his eye narrowing, and somehow, the person flirting with you suddenly finds something really important to do far, far away.

K - Kisses

Two words. Slow and deep. The kind that leaves you breathless. Kakashi doesn’t rush kisses, he takes his time, tilting your chin up, brushing his lips just barely over yours before finally pressing in. And when he’s feeling extra affectionate? He’ll kiss the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the tip of your nose, everywhere, just to see you melt. (Good luck breathing after!)

L - Laughter

His real laugh? It’s rare, but when you hear it? It’s everything. He’ll tilt his head back, his eye crinkling, his whole body shaking just a little as he tries to hold it in. And goodness, it’s beautiful. The kind of laugh that makes you want to keep doing whatever you can to hear it again. It’s like hearing the quietest, most perfect thing you didn’t know you needed.

M - Mornings

Kakashi is the grumpiest morning person. He hates getting up. If you try to wake him, he’ll just groan, bury his face in your neck, and mumble something incoherent. And if you let him sleep in? Yeah, good luck getting him out of bed at all.

N - Nicknames

Kakashi isn’t big on nicknames, but when he does use them, they’re always sweet like “Princess” or “Love.” It’s his way of showing he cares without making a big deal about it. But when you start calling him things like “Prettt boy,” “Sexy,” or “Silver fox,” he gets way more flustered than he’ll ever admit. He tries to play it cool, but the way his face turns red and he suddenly gets quiet? Yeah, it’s all you need to know that you’ve completely flustered him.

O - Obsession

He’s weirdly obsessed with your scent. If you ever catch him wearing your scarf or stealing your blanket, no, you didn’t.

P - Protectiveness

Kakashi worries a lot. He won’t show it, won’t be overbearing, but he knows how fast things can be taken away. He watches your back without you even noticing, always making sure you’re safe. And if anyone dares to threaten you? Oh, they don’t exist anymore.

Q - Quiet Time

He loves just being with you. Sitting in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. No pressure to talk, no expectations, just you and him, existing together in the kind of peace he never thought he’d have.

R - Romance

Loving him isn’t about grand declarations. It’s the way he makes sure you know without ever having to say a word. In every touch, in every glance, in every quiet moment where words aren’t needed.

S - Secrets

He doesn’t open up easily. But when he does? Goodness, he means it. If Kakashi lets you in, lets you see his fears, his grief, his real self. Just know that he trusts you with everything he has.

T - Touch

He lives for physical touch. It’s how he grounds himself. A hand on your knee, a brush of fingers against your wrist, small fleeting touches that remind him you’re real.

U - Unwavering

Once he’s yours? He’s yours. No hesitation, no second-guessing. Kakashi doesn’t love lightly, When he chooses you, it’s forever.

V - Vulnerability

It’s hard for him. But on the nights when he can’t sleep, when his past feels too heavy, he’ll let you hold him. Let you kiss his temple, run your fingers through his hair, remind him that he’s here, that he’s loved.

W - Warmth

Kakashi always runs cold. His hands, his feet, the tip of his nose when he leans in too close. And maybe that’s why he’s always pulling you into him, why his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt just to press against your skin. You’re his warmth, his home. It’s in the way he tucks himself against you when he’s tired, like he’s chasing your heat, like you’re the only thing that thaws the chill he carries. With you, warmth isn’t just body heat. It’s the way he exhales a little deeper when you hold him, the way his shoulders finally relax, the way he lets himself breathe.

X - XOXO

He’s big on forehead kisses. If he ever presses his lips against your forehead and murmurs something soft? Yeah, go ahead and melt.

Y - Yearning

He misses you constantly, even if you were just here. It’s in the way his gaze drifts to the door after you leave, like he’s waiting for you to walk back through it. The silence between you two feels louder when you’re not around, and he fills it with thoughts of you. Even when he doesn’t say anything, you can feel it in the way his hand lingers near yours, hoping you’ll come back to him soon.

Z - Zen

You are his peace. His home. In your presence, the world feels quieter, like everything slows down just to let him breathe. Every touch, every glance, is a reminder that he’s exactly where he belongs.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

Loving Kakashi Hatake was never going to be easy. He was distant, guarded, impossible to hold onto. But goodness, when he loved? He loved like he was never going to let go.

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Hiiii! <3 Could i order a pizza Thick Crust with red sauce, artichokes, spinach, Roasted Mushrooms and shallots for drinks i would like to have a root beer and sweet tea and a dessert, with Lewis Hamilton <33 ( if you like with a totowolf!reader) thank u bae 

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex artichokes "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use" spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" roasted mushrooms "fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" root beer daddy kink sweet tea dumbification dessert yes served by Lewis Hamilton

Lewis x wolff! reader

TW - rough sex, unprotected, slight dumbification, subspace (if you squint) fingering, LITTLE bit of car play, creampie, oral (m and f receiving)

WC 1600+

Y/N POV

"Let's go, please," I say softly to Lewis who had taken me shopping but now I was ready to get back to his place.

"You're quite impatient," Lewis chuckled softly but still took my hand and lead me to the exit.

"Lew, just need you," I admit softly when we get to valet clenching my thighs together trying to stimulate myself as much as possible.

"Quit it! Someone is gonna notice you clenching your thighs like a whore," Lewis whispers into my ear while giving my side a warning pinch.

"Yes daddy," I whisper back as the young man pulls in front of us with one of Lewis's car.

When we get back into the car Lewis's hand is instantly on my thigh giving it a strong squeeze making me whimper slightly.

"Are you always such a needy whore? Had to leave early because you need my dick?" Lewis questions me with a teasing tone.

"Haven't seen you in awhile," I admit softly while Lewis squeezes my thigh again.

"I want you to fuck me when we get back to your place, please," I say to Lewis softly.

"That's what you want?" Lewis questions while slowly moving his hand up my thigh and under my dress finding my soaked panties.

"You're fucking soaked," Lewis states while teasing my pussy through my panties.

"Please daddy," I beg while leaning back and spreading my legs for Lewis.

"Can't even make it home?" Lewis teases while pulling my panties to the side and sinking 2 fingers deep into my pussy finding my G-spot with no issue.

"Fuck daddy, thank you," I moan out when Lewis starts fingering me at a slowly but consistent pace.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight for me," Lewis grunts out readjusting himself in his pants slightly.

"Oh daddy," I moan while bringing my hand down to my pussy and start rubbing small circles on my clit.

"You're not cumming until we're back to my place," Lewis tells me sternly when he feels my pussy clenching clearly getting close to the edge.

"Daddy, please," I cry out when I feel myself close to the edge.

"No," Lewis states sternly while pulling his fingers out of my pussy and roughly pulling my hand away before sending down several rough slaps down on my pussy making me jump and whimper each time his rough hand landed.

"Daddy," I cry out trying to bring my hand down to my clit but each time Lewis would just slap my hand away.

"Wait," is all Lewis tells me making me move my panties back into place and sitting up trying to compose myself.

"Stop clenching those thighs together. Sit with your legs slightly spread," Lewis tells me while holding my thigh away from my other one.

"We'll be home in a few minutes, just be good," Lewis tells me while we drive the rest of the way back to his place. When we park I make quick work of getting all the shopping bags out the car and up into Lewis's apartment before I'm taking his hand into mine and leading him into his bedroom where I'm instantly pulling his mouth onto mine.

"So fucking desperate," Lewis groans against my lips as he helps me pull off his shirt only detaching our lips when we pull it over his head.

"Need you right now daddy," I whine against his lips as I finally get his pants unbuttoned and pulled down with his briefs while I push him down to sit on the edge of the bed before I get down on my knees and pull his heavy cock into my mouth.

"Fuck," Lewis groans when he feels my lips wrap around the tip of his cock.

"Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use," Lewis teases as he starts pushing my head down to take more of his cock into my mouth. I'm sure if my father knew about what Lewis and I got up to in our downtime I'm sure he would've been a whole lot less heartbroken when we found out he would be moving to Ferrari next season.

When I feel Lewis hit the back of my throat I gag around him but he doesn't seem to care because he pushes me down even further making me take his full length.

"Fuck, always take me so well," Lewis grunts making me look up at him to find his dark eyes hooded yet still swimming with lust.

I start bobbing my head gagging almost every time I hit the back of my throat but it doesn't slow me down in anyway just enjoy the way I was making Lewis feel good.

"Fuck," Lewis grunts while pulling me off his cock by my hair.

"Get on the bed," Lewis tells me making me climb into bed and lay down on my back not entirely sure what position he wants me in but knowing he would easily be able to readjust me however he needed.

Lewis climbs back into the bed and instantly is pulling my dress up and off my body leaving me in just my soaked panties since I hadn't worn a bra today.

"Fuck, such a pretty little thing," Lewis says while trailing his fingers down my sides making goosebumps appear across my skin.

Lewis leans down and pulls my mouth into his for a heated make out session because I feel him start moving his mouth from mine down to my neck where I feel him sink his teeth into my sweet spot and start giving me little hickeys all over my neck and collarbones.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you," Lewis says while sitting back and taking in the sight in front of him. He softly pokes at a few of the marks he left before he starts leaving open mouth kissing on my tummy before he's ripping my panties off making me whimper at another pair gone.

"I just bought you 20 new pairs, I can rip an old pair up," Lewis tells me when he sees I'm not happy with them being ruined.

"Please daddy," I whine when I feel Lewis softly trailing his finger up my pussy lip but never once dipping into my folds.

Lewis finally leans down and takes a small lick through my folds only grazes my clit softly making me more needy.

Lewis finally gives me what I want after he feels likes he's teased me long enough before he sits up and lines his large cock up with my pussy and instantly slide all the way in and starts fucking me giving me no time to adjust.

"Fuck daddy," I cry out when I'm finally filled the way I've been needing to be.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock." Lewis grunts out in a teasing tone, poking fun at the fact that he had successfully stretched me out to take his cock with no problem.

"Daddy," I cry out when Lewis continuously hits all my sweet spots only bringing me towards the orgasm I had been chasing on and off all afternoon.

"Fuck, I can see you daddy," I moan when I notice the small bulge Lewis was creating because he was so deep in my pussy. I press down on his cock through my tummy making me moan out loudly while Lewis just hisses at the next added pressure.

"Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Lewis grunts out while replacing my hand with his and pushing down even harder than I was pushing.

"Shi- Fu- Da- Lew- Fuck," I moan stumbling over my words struggling to find what I'm trying to say.

"Fuck, haven't even cum for me yet and I already fucked you dumb," Lewis groans out while still fucking into my pussy at a brutal pace.

"Daddy, mo- fuck more," I stutter my words again making Lewis look at me with a raised brow.

"Can't even form a sentence like this and you think you can handle more?" Lewis questions in a condescending tone.

"Please," I cry out, making Lewis instantly speed up his pace throwing me over the edge almost instantly.

"Fuck, came for me so good," Lewis grunts out while still fucking into my quaking pussy. I was still cumming all over Lewis's cock when he sends a final rough thrust deep into my pussy and unloading a massive load deep into me.

"Fuck daddy," I whine when I can feel Lewis's cum painting the gummy walls of my pussy. Once Lewis has rode out his orgasm he slowly slips out from my abused pussy before leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead before slipping out of the bed and grabbing his discarded shirt from the ground and walking over to clean me up.

"No, daddy," I whine out when I feel him touch my overly sensitve pussy.

"Baby, I'm Lewis, it's over, just gonna clean you up a little. Relax for me love," Lewis tells me softly while still attempting to clean me up.

Once Lewis has cleaned me up the best he can without overstimulating me further he tosses the shirt back onto the ground and grabs a clean shirt from his closet before slipping it onto my body. Lewis finally climbs into bed once he's put a pair of fresh briefs on. He pulls me to his chest where he lets me relax into him and come back to reality.

"Lew, that was perfect," I tell him softly while running my fingers up and down his chest allowing for goosebumps to form on his skin.

"Ya? I'm glad. I'm also glad you're coming back to me know," Lewis states while looking down at me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Not my fault," I grumble hiding into Lewis chest while he laughs softly.

"What can I say, I enjoy you stumbling over your words," Lewis laughs making my face go red just thinking about how good he is.

[rom-e-o]

Imagine Emmrich getting sick or hurt enough he needs nursing for the first time after wifey is in his life.

Ohhh, yes. Emmrich. The always-giving, charitable healer. The eternal gentleman who has built a career on helping students learn, regularly uses his talents to help the dead find peace, risks life and limb to help Rook despite his fear of death, and BUILDS A BODY for a wisp who stays loyally by his side.

That Emmrich, who has pined for love and marriage but never found connection.

That Emmrich, who probably hasn't someone take care of him in decades. Who, if he got sick, always had to tend to himself, despite exhaustion and achiness. When was the last time you think he had someone at his side when he was sick? Probably his mother or father, when he was a young boy.

Maybe Manfred has helped sometimes, but of course, Emmrich doesn't ask much. Maybe for him to make some tea or wake him if someone knocks at the door, but that's not tending to him. But he can fudge it with a cold.

When he is bedbound will illness/injury for the first time since his relationship with Rook, feeling the caring presence of another at his beck and call is probably a little uncomfortable at first. ("D-Darling, I'll get you sick. P-Please don't worry. I-I'll be okay.") He says this while feverish and shaking, a cold sweat casting a sheen over his brow. Yet, he smiles. "Please, g-go enjoy the day, dearest."

He feels guilty of being a burden. He's a man who has always sought connection, and to over-compensate for his 'faults' (and even his age), he pushes himself hard. He likes to feel needed. He likes to GIVE.

So, to be in a position where he is forced to TAKE? He's hesitant. Maybe it makes him feel nostalgia in a horrible, raw way. He strikes me as a man that only feels worthwhile as a person if he's giving his energy (metaphorically or literally) to others. This feeling amplifies as he ages, and especially as he fails to find that love he yearns for so deeply.

Rook, his lovely wife, understands that. So she sets up a post. Manfred helps, of course. They make sure he's comfortable in bed. Plenty of books are placed nearby, even though he mostly sleeps. The window is opened, if the weather is nice-ish. Candles are lit. The fire roars. Plenty of tea is on tap. Even though he can't eat much, Rook brings porridge and potatoes to him.

She brushes his hair, dabs a cloth over his face, and draws him baths when he's strong enough to leave the bed.

"I-I'm sorry, dearest."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"F-For forcing you to care for me like this," he says as she brings a soapy cloth across his face, cleaning the latest sheen of fever-sweat from his brow.

He can't help but feel like an incompetent fool. He hates her seeing him in such a state. What if she sees him looking so weak and pathetic and decides to leave? It's not that he doesn't trust her. It's that his fear of somehow losing her or driving her away is one of the few things that can usurp logic in his mind.

"I don't recall you forcing me," she parries swiftly, lifting one of his toned arms to bring the cloth down the length of it. "In fact, you urged me to leave you and go enjoy my day. You encouraged me to leave with a handsome smile that was almost dashing enough to make me ignore that pesky blue pallor of yours."

He sighs wearily, still unable to look at her. "Even when I'm in such a sorry state, you still bestow those comforting compliments upon me."

"Because you deserve them." She undoes the top buttons of his nightgown and runs the cold cloth over his chest and neck. He sighs in relief, the cold feeling refreshing against his skin. "And you deserve to be cared for. Doted on. Now ... does that feel nice?"

He doesn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he takes a moment to fill his lungs with air, the shakiness ebbing. Then, his gaze finds hers, hazel eyes blazing more brightly than they have in days. "It feels heavenly."

"Good." She leans down and kisses the tip of his nose. "Not too heavenly, though. I enjoy your company far too much to be without it for long. I'll start clawing the walls."

"Ha! W-Well, I shall endeavor to make a full recovery as swiftly as possible. How could I not, when I have such a sterling nurse?"

That night, Emmrich asks Rook to read to him. He loves the sound of her voice, and he so rarely has the chance to fall to sleep to it. She obliges, of course, reading him "Hard in Hightown", a fast-paced adventure by the infamous Varric Tethras. ("'You harassed a magistrate's widow. And you practically broke down a comte's door.' She turned to glare at him. 'All before dawn!'")  As she reads and acts out the lines with vigor, she hears him react according. He might gasp in shock, or laugh, or roll his eyes at a pun.

All the while, he uses her arm as a pillow, and gazes up at her, the very image of a besotted fool. A besotted fool with some color in his cheeks and a distinct glint returning to his lovely eyes.

[jakedustry]

𝟕 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 - 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

bf!jake x fem!reader

in which The night feels cozy. With your boyfriend's hands wrapped around you as you watch your favorite movie, you think there isn't a better way to spend your night. Until your boyfriend gets a different idea, deciding to make the last seven minutes of the year worth it.

wc 0.8k

warnings oral (f. receiving), fingering

↪ izzy adds... munch jake confirmed once again

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Jake pats his lap, his boba eyes on you, carefully watching your every move. You smile, settling yourself between his legs on the couch, his arms wrapping around you immediately to keep you close. You pull a blanket over the two of you, snuggling into his warm embrace as you look up to see him. “I love you,” you mumble. Your boyfriend presses a kiss to your lips with a smile. “I love you too, my pretty girl.” You giggle at the nickname, resting your hands on his. 

The cuddles you share feel like a dream. Your boyfriend feels like a dream. Ever since the two of you started dating he has been nothing but great to you, and you never regretted being with him for a split second. He always knew what you needed, how to take care of you, what to say and when it was best to stay silent. Sometimes, it almost felt like he studied you. 

And as you watch your favorite movie, cuddled up with him on your couch, in the matching set of pajamas he got you for Christmas, you find yourself falling in love with him all the more. If that was even possible. 

Your eyes fall on the clock on your wall, ten minutes until midnight. “I’ll go make us something to drink, yeah? What do you want?” You ask, moving just slightly enough so you can see his face. “Whatever you want to make for yourself,” he answers, rubbing small circles on your stomach with his thumb. You shake your head at him. “You’ll have to let me go for that, though,” you remind him, but he only mumbles some incoherent complaints before he raises his hands so you can get up. 

Jake stays sitting, forgetting all about the movie as he watches you instead, his eyes following your body as you move around in the kitchen, preparing two cups of tea. He can’t help but smile whenever he sees you. He just wants to bite your cheek. 

His eyes shift to the clock when you get back. 23:53. 7 minutes until midnight. He can make you cum in 7 minutes. 

“Baby,” he speaks up softly, and you immediately wonder what he needs with your eyes. “Come here,” he pats his lap again, but this time it feels more suggestive. You bat your eyes at him confusedly, but do as he says, settling yourself on his lap. “Can I eat you out, please?” 

You blink a few times to assure yourself you’ve heard him right before your lips curl up into a smile. “You want to, baby?” He nods immediately. “So bad.” 

So you end up lying on the couch while your boyfriend positions himself between your thighs, slowly licking your clit. It always feels like he is eating you out for the first time and you get drunk on the feeling. His nose pressed against your clit, while he tongue-fucks your needy pussy, or his fingers hitting your g-spot while he sucks on your sensitive bud, it always feels incredible. 

“Don’t hesitate getting louder with me, baby,” he mumbles, pulling his fingers out of your hole, sucking on them before he dives in again, eating you out as if he starved himself days before. It’s like a spell. The moment those words leave his lips, and his mouth goes back to doing something other than speaking, your moans fill the room. His name leaves your lips over and over again, your fingers finding their way to his hair and tugging on his dark locks “Hm?” He hums, quickly looking up to see you. “I’m gonna– gonna–” — “I know, baby,” he smiles, sucking on your clit again. “Just a minute and you can.” 

The minute until midnight feels like hell. Jake is going awfully slow to make sure you won’t finish before the clock hits twelve. “Please, Jake,” you beg him, and you swear you can feel him smirk against your pussy when you do so. 

After what feels like an eternity, you hear the fireworks outside going off, announcing the start of a new year. Your boyfriend takes the sign and before you know it, you are finishing on his tongue. “Happy new year, baby,” Jake mumbles, placing a kiss on your clit as he licks your slick one last time. Your breath feels happy as you repeat his words, wishing him a happy new year. He moves up to face you, pressing his lips on yours, and you don’t even care you can taste yourself in the kiss. “I love you,” you mumble, gasping when he pushes his fingers inside you again. “I love you too.”

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