#you think if i ask god nicely he'll give me more hours in the day

[athina-blaine]

the fic queue i keep talking about that's ruining my life lol

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Day 24 for @steddie-spooktober, Pumpkin. I'll just finish this hellish month and then write all the good Halloween-y stuff when people already look forward to Christmas. There.

"Oh my god. That's Eddie Munson!"

Steve's eyebrow did that treacherous twitch. Here we fucking go again.

Robin just snickered. "Oh wow. That's like what, the fifth one today?" She didn't even look sorry for Steve, the traitor! She just kept making the coffee order, creating a lovely heart in the milk foam.

The woman who ordered the coffee didn't even bother to try and whisper to her friend. She was squealing and pointing at the unsuspecting rock star who had earphones over his head. "What do you think he's reading? It must be something dark. He has a reputation, you know."

Another twitch in Steve's eyebrow, but he was a professional. It was fine. He could do his job even when annoyed. Maybe.

Robin flipped the whiteboard with their seasonal specials. The other side revealed a meticulously prepared game of Eddie Munson-themed bingo. "Wanna play, Steve?"

He scowled at the board. All of those were classics, the stupid shit people say when they meet a rock star like Eddie Munson.

He took an erasable marker and scribbled X next to the questions, comments and other atrocities he managed to catch.

I wonder if he'll show me that special tattoo if I ask nicely. Check.

I heard he's unforgettable in bed. Check.

People say he has a...you know. A piercing down there. Check.

I don't believe the rumors. A guy like that can't be taken for long. He was made to sleep around. Check.

I wonder what he's drinking. Probably something dark and bitter. Mmm, how mysterious!

"Bingo!" whispered Robin. "Now, as per the rules of this humble establishment, once we have a bingo, you get to go there and be a bitch. Do your worst, oh platonic soulmate of mine. I'll be watching."

Who was Steve to deny Robin one of her favorite hobbies? He fluffed his hair and re-applied his lip oil, arranged some pastries on a kitten-shaped plate and made his way to Eddie Munson.

Eddie was lost to the world, but there was a familiar pattern in Steve's footsteps, one that reverbated through the wooden floor. In a second, Eddie had dropped his book and gave Steve the widest smile. One that he couldn't even conjure up on stage. This smile was only for Steve, and Steve fucking hoped the women noticed that.

Eddie made grabby hands at him, pulling him down into a quick kiss. "Is your shift over, Stevie? Can we go?"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, two more hours to go. Ish. Are you sure you don't want to wait for me home? You must be tired."

"Tired?! Pffft. I mean, yeah, but I want to spend time ogling my boyfriend when he's at his sexiest - covered in flour and sugar. And speaking of sugar..." He glanced at the plate. "Is that for me?"

Steve laughed and set the plate in front of him. "Honestly? Even if it wasn't, those doe eyes of yours would persuade me in a second. But yeah. It'll be Halloween soon, and I was testing out some spooky cookies. Do you like pumpkins?"

Eddie gasped and clutched his heart. "Do I?!"

Steve kissed Eddie on the top of his head and put his earphones back on. In a few seconds, Eddie was back in his own world, book, music and cookies.

In a corner of his eye, Steve saw the two young women, speechless. Robin was serving them their coffees, giddy with anticipation. She'd prepared them in to-go cups, just in case.

Steve stood in front of them, flipped his hair and smirked. "Well, ladies. You've had many questions or guesses, and I'm happy I can answer them. You know. To give you some peace of mind" He nodded to Robin. "The list, Rob?"

Robin glanced at their bingo board. "I wonder what he's reading!" she read out.

Steve nodded and returned to the frozen guests. "The book to end all books. That's what Eddie calls the...uh. Tolkien bible thingy. Silmarillion." He pronounced it gery carefully. "He reads it to me sometimes, when I can't sleep. Works like a charm." He might have smirked at the blush creeping up the woman's face. "Next."

Robin saluted him. "Special tattoo?"

"He won't show it, I made him promise he'd no longer get arrested for public indecency. Besides, it's only me that gets to see it. Next."

Robin fake gagged. "Is he unforgettable in bed?"

"Sure is. He talks to my chest hair. I think they're a couple."

Robin gagged again. "Why...ladies, get better questions! That piercing down under?"

Steve snickered. "Very real. Very...effective." He sneaked a glance at Eddie. Sexy and charismatic, yes, but more importantly warm, happy and home.

In a sing song voice, Robin got to the next point. "Is he really taken?"

"Take a guess," Steve winked at them. Or at least tried to, because the customers were already halfway out of the door with their coffee cups, and a very generous tip left on the counter.

"Aw," muttered Robin. "Shame, I thought these two would last longer. It's been ages since someone lasted the full Munson reverse bingo."

Steve laughed and helped her clean the table. "Would a pumpkin cookie console you?"

"Only if I don't have to hear about your bedroom rituals ever again," she said and reached for a cookie. "Or at least until the end of the shift."

[imnotsimpingyouare]

UPPERMOONS' ROLE IN THE BEDROOM

NSFW Headcannons - Minors DNI

For Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu Clones

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I think it's so funny putting writing like this underneath some stupid meme or some shit. Like I can't even. Why is it so funny to me.

Also sorry but something about Gyokko is fishy to me so I'm replacing his little hand-having Muichiro-torturing ass with Kaigaku in the next bit.

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Muzan

This man is the demon king. I hope you're not expecting him to be nice with you, cuz you're wrong.

He's a dom.

And a bit of a sadist.

But how can you hate him for it? Especially when he looks like that.

I know this man LOVESS to have you under him for hours at a time. Like bro will not leave you alone until you physically cannot go anymore. At least he has the decency to listen to you when you safeword out.

He's evil, but not like... evil. Yk?

He especially loves to punish you when you do wrong. And getting a rise out of him is fairly easy, so one wrong step and you'll be over his lap until you can't even remember what you did to set him off.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo is a dom, but I can see him getting off to you trying your best to take control. He adores that you try so hard to prove your worth, but I think both of you know it's not gonna happen.

He loves to listen. Sometimes he becomes eerily quiet, lost in the sounds you're making while he's absolutely annihilating your poor cunt.

He's a huge fan of receiving also. Not that he won't eat you out whenever you ask, but I feel it would be..... uncomfortable for his lower pair of eyes?

LMFAO

Are they closed? Are they open? Can he even close them separately?

I'm sorry for bullying you Koku.

He can't get enough of seeing your head between his thighs, trying your best to take him all with that tiny human mouth of yours.

He's mean with punishments though. He's not easy to irritate like Muzan, but if you tease him too much you'll find yourself edged for hours, with only a 50/50 chance of getting to cum (depending on if you beg right). Moreover, he mainly thinks it's sad how his lovely little human has done something to upset him when your track record was so good.

Douma

Absolute sadist. Look at this devious fuck. He'll do anything to make you beg, anything to hear your beautiful voice beg him for more.

Oh he started soooo vanilla. Sweet nothings like "Are you okay, flower?" "I'm not hurting you, am I love?"

But one day he dug his claws in a little too hard, and your whine at that burning sensation..

🔒🔑 sadist UNLOCKED

From that moment on he made it a point to leave as many marks on you as possible. Bites, hickeys, scratches, anything that proved to everyone else that you are HIS. And ONLY HIS.

He'll even present you to his followers that way, proudly demonstrating that you've been "chosen by him to aid his spiritual work."

He reeeeeaaaaally needs to do a better job at knowing when to stop. Demons have unlimited stamina, and you feel so good around him, he'll only stop when he's noticed your moans have ceased, and you're passed out under him. WHY DID YOU EVEN CREATE A SAFEWORD.

It just feels so good, you know? You have to REALLY get his attention when you want him to stop, or so help me god he will get lost in it.

It's because of this that he is one of the best at aftercare. He'll clean you up, cuddle with you, do anything he can to appeal to his pitiful, fucked-out human.

Akaza

Look at him. You know him.

The most vanilla MF ever.

He's so gentle and sweet with you, taking his time on every little thing.

He prefers to have control over the pacing, and that's why he fits into the dom role. He doesn't like to go too fast, or graze over the most intimate parts of the act.

This man will die to give. Don't get me wrong, he'll take some good head any day of the week, but it can't compare to seeing your expression from between your legs when his tounge laps at your overstimulated clit.

He'd never tell you, he's your brave Akaza, but he's SO scared of hurting you in ANY way. He's always checking up on you, making sure his grip isn't too tight, he's not going too fast, you're properly prepared... ect.

He's the aftercare KING 👑

No one can match up to this man. He has cooked you FIVE STAR MEALS at the mere words "kinda want a snack"

He'll hold you in his arms and will NOT LET GO. FOR ANY REASON.

He's just so happy to be connected with his sweet little human. Can you blame him for that?

Sekido

Roughest dom to exist. He wants nothing more than to absolutely destroy you, what better way to release his anger? Not that he'll ever truly be not angry, anyway. But you help.

I feel like he's one for routine. He doesn't want to change things up, because why would he change something that's already so good.

Does not know how to be gentle with you. He BITES YOU. When he wants to KISS YOU.

Beware of the fucking dog. Man needs his own damn sign.

It all starts when you wear a skirt that's a LITTLE too short. You don't even notice. But he does. He notices.

One minute, you're making dinner, and the next moment, you're bent over the kitchen counter, taking it while he marks up your neck and shoulders.

From then on, he's unafraid to take you anywhere. In the forest. In a STRANGER'S(victim's) HOUSE. HE DOESN'T CARE.

As free-use as he is, he refuses to allow any one else to see you coming undone for him. He'll only take you if he knows there's a 0% chance of being walked in on. Not only will it turn him off, it'll make him so incredibly angry he'll rip off somebody's head.

#hopeitsnotyou

#wontevengettofinish

#dontwalkinhereurogi

Aizetsu

Boy is a switch. 100%

He just wants to be in you, he doesn't care who's doing the dominating.

He's loud.

Like, bb tries so hard not to make any noise, but how can he not, when you're bouncing on his cock like that?

Whines and whimpers all the way. I literally have not seen anyone deny this. It's a fact.

He can't handle when you talk dirty to him. It's like a spell. ESPECIALLY words of encouragement. He just wants to feel validated by you, poor guy. He's literally depression if depression was hot and if you wanted depression to fuck you over in another way than figuratively.

He loves to give you head as much as he loves receiving it. He wants to see you melt to his touch, he wants to know that he's the only one who can make you feel this way.

Aizetsu lives in fear of you yearning for one of the other clones instead. That's why his mission is to be as nice to you as possible. Not... *slow* nice, just *gentle* nice. He'll cuddle with you, he'll kiss you, he'll keep his cock in you for as long as he wants. Only when you're absolutely spent he'll be done with you.

Karaku

Man is the pleasure clone.

He knows EXACTLY how to get you off. It only takes one time for him to learn the ins and outs of your body.

He just wants you to feel as good as you can. He'll keep your legs pinned for hours, not caring when you tug his hair or beg him to stop. If you're not safewording, you can take more. That's his motto.

He'll cum where he wants, he'll fuck where he wants, in any position he wants, he's selflessly selfish, if you get the juxtaposition.

He loves to switch it up every now and then. If he has an idea you'll partake in, you're doing it. As long as it's with you, he's open to whatever.

Karaku is the king of teasing you. He's not going to let you cum until you're BEGGING. Like capital B Begging.

His favorite thing is to see you riding him. It makes him feel so good inside when he sees your legs shake. His poor little human can't even handle riding him. How sad is that? But he's not opposed to helping you.

Urogi

Bro goes absolutely wild. Like.. he cannot get enough of you after the first time.

So incredibly loud. Grunts, moans, yells, man has no shame and no fucks to give because his only fuck has already been spent on you.

He's sensitive on his back because no one ever puts their warm little human hands back there. No one can reach because of his massive fucking wings. So when you massage him, preen his wings, anything that involves your gentle touch on his back, AUTOMATIC HORNY.

He doesn't even know how to articulate when he's horny. The only thing he can think about is fucking. Literally you'll just be cuddling and he'll start undressing you, no warning.

#whatthefuck

He's really bad at pacing. Like.. he has no routine, no rhythm, no idea when he's gonna cum or how he's gonna get to that point. You've really gotta help him out on that.

I feel like Urogi would have a hard time prepping you because of his massive, razor sharp fucking talons. Like he went to do it after you told him "dude I can't just take your whole dick out of the blue" and realized for the first time that having talons may be inconvenient when trying to be intimate.

No worries though, he gets equally horny watching you stuff yourself with your own fingers, wanting to put his hands all over you, but knowing the real fun will come soon.

[h0ney-mochi]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request Scara and how he’d react or help reader on their period? This can be headcannons or a small little one shot . Feel free to be creative with it :)

Scaramouche x afab!reader ;; no pronouns mentioned

SFW CONTENT (fem!reader / afab!reader, reader is on their period, Scara is a little confused)

Summary: Hc's/scenario of when Scaramouche finds out you're on your period. Well. You explained it to him.

A/n: sorry for the wait nonnie!! But thank you for being patient ahhhhhh... Thank you for this <33 periods suck ass, good luck to those who r on it !!!! Yeesh... starting to get back into writing, hi 🫶

In my opinion, this guy is most definitely confused at first. But once Scaramouche's got some of his questions answered, he's rather caring. As long as you don't plan on dying on him.

He's confused when he first sees the sight of you curled up, hands on your stomach. Probably asks you what you're trying to do, what's wrong with you until a few sudden thoughts occur.

You're in pain. . . ? You're in pain.

Then he's next to you in an instant, eyes darting all over you. He's asking you what's wrong again, what happened, are you dying??

He's worried, definitely. There's bits of annoyance, frustration too since, well.. for the love of the Archons, don't leave him right now.

But after maybe a few seconds, when you think you're well enough to finally respond, you speak to him. Scaramouche listens, some relief that you're.. fine..? Wait-

"..You're telling me you're bleeding— every month?"

He is still rather confused on that and so he tries to understand. Most of it. So you explain some things, cracking some jokes that the Gods must hate you if they're giving you cramps (which he does not find amusing)

You think you're done with the explanation, slightly apologizing for.. scaring him? Worrying him? And say you'll go to the bathroom for the obvious reasons.

He's still wrapping his mind around it. Decides to do more research on that, because he hates the sight of you clutching your stomach in pain.

Next day he's with you, demands you to tell him what you want. You're confused, because, well.. he can't make your period dissapear magically— so you just shrug, speaking with a nervous smile "A heating pad would be nice..? Chocolate..?"

Of course you'd say something like that. After all, he did use an hour or more of his time to figure out ways to help you. Later that day you're met with sweets that you desired (he didn't go after them, of course not. God forbid him buying sweets for you.. *buys the sweets*)

Would make tea for you. Either bitter how he likes it (if he knows you don't mind the taste) or sweet, if that's more to your liking. Despite not being keen on sugary, sweet things, he'll get it for you. If it helps.

He'll try to be nicer, since now he knows that when you're at that time of the month, you're a little different, sometimes more emotional. Doesn't entirely mean he'll drop his attitude or sassy remarks. You'll just hear a little less of them.

Probably finds out first if you've ran out of pads or tampons. You go to bed, making a mental note to go to the store tomorrow, yet when you wake up and go to the cabinet, you see the packages you needed to buy..

He doesn't admit he bought them for you. Probably says that you're forgetful, since you did say you're a little different on your period.

Scara hates seeing you like this. When you're having cramps, when you're in pain. So he hopes this will end soon.

I mean.. he's not alone since you're hoping the same!

Thank you for the order, hope it suits your taste, dear ♡

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[l0v3tast3]

I LOVED THE PERVY NEIGHBOR!TOJI HEADCANON OMG 🥵 Thoughts on him bringing his good friend Nanami Kento over to “meet” reader? 🤔

oh my god. oh my god this literally made my thoughts stop working for several seconds your brain is a blessing (; ω ; ) also thank u sm ily anon uwu

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, pervy neighbor!toji x female reader x pervy friend!nanami, dubious consent, age gap (reader is college age, toji is late-30's, nanami is early 30's), pet names, spitroasting, toji's a little meaner in this one, size kink

✎ word count: 2.2k (not proofread oopsies)

masterlist | requests

♡ toji fushiguro is a territorial man at heart. he doesn't have much to his name, but what he does have he holds onto with a tight grip. you included. but when his "good friend" nanami kento asked what had caused toji to be in such a good mood lately, he couldn't help but start bragging about his new girl.

♡ nanami liked to act like he was better than him and all the rest, but toji saw how he shifted in his seat, he saw his pants tighten. it inspired a wonderful idea in the black-haired man.

♡ he brings it up while he's fucking you from behind, slow and deep with a hand around your throat to hold you tight against his chest. "got a friend i want ya to meet, baby. wanna show him how much of a good girl you are for me, what d'ya think? no, wouldn't let him fuck you, princess. maybe your mouth. this pussy's mine though, don't fuckin' forget." of course you could never forget, not with how he was pulling out until just his tip was left inside you and then slamming back in.

♡ needless to say, you end up agreeing to it. how could you not when he whispers such nice things? "just wanna show ya off, you're so good for me. my friend just wants to see how pretty you are, princess, just wants to appreciate you like i do." you're right on the edge, so close to cumming, but he slows down his thrusts instead, the arm wrapped around your waist tightening to stop you from squirming.

♡ "won't let him touch ya if you don't want him to. you'll let me fuck you in front of him though, right baby?" you give him a meek "m'kay, toji," finally, and his smile stretches so wide as he starts fucking you faster again. you trust him, you know in your sweet little heart that he wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you, much less touch you. toji fucks you for hours after that, rewarding you with his cum over and over as he tells you how much of a good girl you are for him.

♡ you almost forget about the whole thing after that, thinking it was just another one of toji's lewd fantasies that he confesses when he fucks you (there are quite a lot, he just keeps coming up with more). until the next time your mom goes on a work trip.

♡ there's a knock at the door later into the evening while he's pressing your back into an arch on the living room couch, fucking into you harshly and leaving red handprints on your ass (he had seemed hellbent on marking you the last few days; more hickies and bruises shaped like his fingers and bitemarks than any amount of concealer could ever cover). you don't even hear it but he's pulling away from you, petting your hair and saying he'll be right back while he pulls on his sweatpants. even though you're confused, your fuzzy brain just takes the opportunity to breathe evenly for a few moments.

♡ "-got started without ya, couldn't help it. see? she's just so cute," toji says as he walks back in. behind him is a handsome blonde man in a suit, younger than toji but still plenty older than you. he looks at you with what looks like indifference, staring down at you through his glasses.

♡ toji notices your apprehension and comes back to the couch, sitting beside you and picking you up to set you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest so you faced the man still watching you. calloused hands work over your body to relax you, one finding it's way to start circling your clit. "you remember when i told you about my friend, right princess? this is nanami, my friend. told him all about how sweet my baby is and he wanted to see for himself. gonna help me show him, okay? yeah? aww, that's my girl."

♡ he tells nanami to take a seat and he does, sitting down in one of the chairs across the room. toji's already pushing his sweatpants down again, lining you up to sink you back onto his still-wet cock. you're whimpering and gasping quietly, trying to cover your breasts in embarrassment; you could hardly handle toji's teasing, and now there was a very quiet man watching toji use you like a toy.

♡ "don't do that now, c'mon, you're missin' the whole point! is my dick dumbing ya down again? show him how good ya look riding me, you can do it pretty girl." he holds your hands together against your stomach, helping your hips move up and down with his other hand. you can't help but let out your moans as he fills you up again and again. you can't see it, but he stares at nanami over your shoulder with hooded eyes and a grin that speaks loud enough for his arrogance. he can see the blonde man shifting in his seat again, he can see the bulge growing in his pants and how his hands grip the armrests of his chair. nanami wants you, wants to have you like toji is having you. but he can't, and toji thinks it really doesn't get better than this.

♡ "isn't she gorgeous, nanami?" the man responds with a nod and toji scoffs. "then say it, jackass," he spits, suddenly glaring at the younger man until he spoke. "she is beautiful," nanami says. his voice is deep and he talks slowly, carefully. toji laughs and sighs out a moan when he feels your cunt tighten around him even more. "she fuckin' liked that!"

♡ you start melting back into him, grabbing hold of his arm instead of weakly trying to break out of his grasp. he smiled into your shoulder, continuing to make nanami compliment you. "yeah, she's so sweet once i get my dick inside her. isn't she a sweetheart, nanami? heh, it's a damn miracle i can even fit my cock in this tiny pussy. and don't get me fuckin' started on her mouth. she's got the prettiest little mouth, doesn't she? see, even my fingers look huge in her mouth- no, keep fuckin' riding me, c'mon, you can do it yourself. you like her mouth, nanami? ya wanna fuck it? what'd'ya think, baby, you gonna suck his dick?"

♡ you were a complete mess on toji's lap. any brainpower you had left was going into shakily riding him and sucking on the two fingers he'd shoved in your mouth. you could barely even process toji talking about you like you weren't even there, but the question he urged in your ear didn't go unnoticed. part of you says you shouldn't, that he's not toji, but the other part needed to keep hearing toji call you a good girl. and nanami had been "nice", so far.

♡ so you squeak a little "mhm" around toji's fingers and he laughs, squeezing his arm a little tighter around you and giving you a quick bite on your neck in one of the few spots left unmarked, hushing you when you whine. before you can register it, he moves you forward onto your hands and knees on the couch, pulling your head back by your hair.

♡ "ya wanna fuck her mouth, right, nanami? she wants you to. c'mon princess, help me convince him. show him how nice ya beg." you take a second too long to start talking and he brings his hand down on your ass again, fucking into you harshly. "i said beg him."

♡ "ah-a! ple- please nanami, can i suck your dick? please- nngh!" toji spanks you again and chastises you, saying he's heard you do better than that, but nanami is already walking over and unbuckling his belt. he kneels with one leg on the couch so that his bulge is right in front of you, and you reach out to grab onto his pants for support as toji continues to fuck you.

♡ nanami's hand replaces toji's in your hair and the man behind you uses the new freedom to dig his hands into your hips. the man in front of you tells you to open your mouth, and when you do he slides his thumb in and presses down on your tongue, letting out a deep breath when you suck on it. he trades his thumb with his dick, his hand going down to wrap around you throat. nanami wasn't as big as toji, nearly as long but not as thick. you could still tell it would be difficult as he pressed his tip against your swollen lips.

♡ toji stops pistoning in and out of you for a few moments while you start suckling on the head of nanami's cock, the man's slender hands urging you down further slowly. "don't ya remember all that training we've been doin' on your throat, baby? yeah ya do, good girl."

♡ he picks back up suddenly, fucking you even harder now, enough to push your body forward and nanami's cock further into your mouth. he's curling over you, his grip on your throat and hair tightening a little when he feels you moaning around him. you're trying your best not to gag while toji continues to push you more and more, eyes rolling back because you're just so full and they're everywhere and it's all you can feel and see.

♡ "shit-" nanami swears under his breath, as if he's still trying not to lose his formality. toji laughs, both at him and you. he's relishing in how tight you get whenever you choke on nanami's cock, and finally getting to see the blonde man lose his composure. the power trip was like no other; toji didn't even mind sharing you if it meant he got to witness this.

♡ "tell her how good she's doin' nanami, don't be fuckin' rude now." nanami shoots a glare at toji before focusing back on you, the hand in your hair starting to run it's fingers through the strands comfortingly.

♡ "you're doing so- fuck, so good, little girl. hah, your mouth is so soft around me, you're taking us both so well- fuck!" he throws his head back when you moan against him again and start sucking harder, drooling as nanami's voice pushed you so close to cumming.

♡ toji was hammering into you now, pressing his hand down on your back again, forcing it into as much of an arch he could so he could batter your walls at a better angle. "aw, are you gonna cum, princess? be good and make nanami cum first, he's our guest, right?" with that, toji started slowing down, bringing his hand down again on your cherry-red ass when you whine and mewl in protest.

♡ you take nanami's dick until tears prick your ears, so desperate to make him cum so that toji would finally fuck you again. it was all you could think about, just pleasing toji and his friend. besides, nanami was being so sweet, petting your hair and helping you bob your head up and down by your neck. he never pressed hard enough to hurt you (he was afraid toji would hurt him), and his words were all so nice.

♡ "i'm gonna- fuck!" was all the warning you got before his cum was pouring down your throat, your grip on his pants tightening as you swallowed it all, just like toji had taught you. he stayed hunched over you, struggling not to tighten the grip of his hands too much as he came, his hips twitching the longer he remained with you like that. once he started relaxing, toji practically tore you off of him and pushed the younger man away.

♡ while nanami was still reeling, toji muttered a quick "now get the fuck out," before he turned his attention entirely back to you, sitting upright with your back against his chest once again. he kept you still as you tried to catch your breath, his cock bottomed out in you while he smoothed his rough hands over your body and praised you.

♡ "how did i find such a good girl like you, hm? ya did so good, looked so pretty chokin' on his cock. not nearly as much as when ya do on mine, though. you still like my dick better, right baby? yeah, heh, of course ya do, cause you were made for me, pretty girl. now, you want me to make ya cum still, don't ya?"

♡ he spares a quick glance at the door as it shuts behind nanami, smiling wide as he basks in the newfound power he holds over the man. he let him have a taste of you, but only that, and now he'll get to see that jealousy in the younger man's eyes every time he mentions you.

♡ meanwhile, you're grinding down on toji, all thoughts zeroing back in on the giant trapping you against him. you didn't care that he had just used you basically to make a point to his "friend", you didn't even really realize it yet, not with all the honeyed words that toji filled your head with. all you care about is how good the pressure of his dick pressed against your cervix felt. all you care about is being good so he'll make you cum again.

♡ "alright, sweet girl, don't worry, i'll make ya cum lots tonight," he whispers when you start whining his name. "make ya forget ya ever even met him. make sure ya remember that you're mine still."

[happiest-hotch]

Midnight

Summary: You definitely should not be in your married boss's office, but you're not unhappy about it based on: Hotch and the reader fucking in his office late at night after a case. (Both of their marriages are failing) Yet that doesn’t excuse the fact that hes railing you over his desk any papers that where on the desk is now on the floor and subtle creeking can be heard down the hall in the empty BAU floor

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warning: mutual cheating, SMUT 18+ (rough-ish p-in-v)

This is not where you should be.

On a Thursday night at 11:30, after coming back from a five-day-long case where you only slept a few hours a night with all your reports done, you should be at home.

There's only one reason why you're still at the BAU, and that reason just walked into his office.

"Does he know you're here?" Aaron asks, barely looking at you as he throws his briefcase on his desk chair. He locks the door, so he definitely knows why you're there.

"Are we going to do that, Aaron?" You ask nonchalantly, uncrossing your legs.

It doesn't bother you any more to discuss the reality of your relationship. Aaron, however, doesn't share the same sentiment. Talking about Haley upsets him, and mentions of your husband are hostile or intended to hurt you.

He has complicated feelings about it. He knows his wife cheats on him every chance she gets- emotionally and physically- yet he still feels bad for going behind her back, even though it's only physical stress relief. Although maybe there is an emotional connection... as bad as it sounds, you elect not to inquire about his feelings every single time.

"No." He decides, running his hand through his hair. He'll bring it up again, though, you know it. You've been doing this for too long not to be able to read him like a book.

"Good." You smile, preferring when he's not argumentative since he was a prosecutor. "Because I wanted to tell you that your shirt looks nice."

He scoffs, looking down at his attire. "It's a dark blue shirt." He says dumbly.

"I know, but it makes your eyes look pretty." You explain to him.

"But my eyes are brown." He says in the same confused tone.

It's no secret that he's terrible at taking compliments- you're guessing it's not a common occurrence- so you give him them just for his amusing reaction... and because it probably makes him feel good. "I know that, too. I just think blue suits you."

He dips his head, but you can still see his smile. "Thanks."

"Ready then?" You ask, standing up and stepping out from behind the desk.

"Don't do that." He requests softly. You know what he means, but you frown, feigning innocence. "Act like this is just... sex."

God, sometimes he is so emotional. "Take your pants off." You instruct.

Thankfully, his chattiness has calmed down, and he follows your instructions, putting his gun in his gun safe and undoing his belt while you pull your top off.

You're getting started on your skirt when he stops you, placing his hands on your hips. "Wait, wait."

"For what?" You ask, letting him maneuver you.

"You just look hot in pencil skirts." He admits with a smirk as he checks you out, and there's no bigger confidence booster than that.

You grin, noticing an obvious sign of his arousal. "Unfortunately, too tight for you to fuck me in."

"It's too tight for that, but it is not too tight in general." He assures you with a wink.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. You feel much worse when his lips taste like strawberry lip balm, but they don't today. They feel soft, molding with yours so perfectly you can't imagine kissing anyone else. Those glorious big palms of his travel to your ass, expectedly, and he squeezes until you're moaning into his mouth.

His pupils are darker when you pull back to get some air. "Fuck me, Aaron." You say, your legs too weak for him already for it to be a demand but feeling too intense for it to be a request.

"How do you want it, doll?" He asks. "On my lap, sitting on my desk, or bent over my desk?"

"The latter." You respond, overclouded with lust.

That cocky look takes over his face again. "Want it rough, huh?" He asks smugly, not waiting for verbal confirmation before tightening his grip on your hips, spinning you around, and all but throwing you onto the desk. You prop yourself up with your hands, pushing some of the paperwork on his desk aside.

You press your ass back into his crouch when you feel him behind you, and he groans before stopping you so he can yank your skirt down your legs. Your panties are off a second later, which you've learned not to step out of, knowing he'll snatch them.

Then his hands are off you, and you feel a little empty without them, so you take your bra off and look over your shoulder at what he's doing.

He's so attractive. Even without his shirt taken off, you can see his bulging muscles, and his hand wrapped around his dick makes it look delicious.

"Aaron, hurry up." You insist impatiently.

"Do you have somewhere else you need to be?" He asks arrogantly. "I told you you're not allowed to think about anyone-" He punctuates the word by running his finger through your folds- "else while we're doing this."

His touch melts you in a second. "I'm not. I promise."

"I'll make damn sure of that, doll." He vows, and you're not prepared for it, but he lines himself up and pushes his dick into you.

"Aaron." You whimper, tucking your chin down. "Feels so good."

He nods in agreement. "Mm-hmm." He agrees, stilling inside you.

It feels wrong to have him inside you raw. It's probably the only thing about this whole thing that feels wrong, but knowing you're meant to be squeezing your husband's dick like this, and his wife is meant to have him inside her without a barrier, makes it immoral.

"Move, please." You request, leaning back to tap him to emphasize your ask.

Aaron does what you ask, also not in the mood to tease tonight. It's less common than him teasing you, and it's hard not to prefer it when he's thrusting in and out of you with speed and strength.

Your fits grip on his desk as he continues pounding into you, the obscene sound of your skin slapping against his filling the room.

He's in total control, like always. It's second nature to him and you don't mind one bit.

"Fuck." You curse when he adjusts his hips and hits inside you at the perfect angle. It's dizzying, and it makes everything inside you feel like it's on fire.

"Yeah? Am I giving you what you want?" He presses, a sucker for praise as well. Your answer comes out through broken moans. "Not thinking about anyone else?"

You shake your head quickly. "No. No one but you."

His grip on your hips is bruising, and you're thankful there's no one to notice them. "Good." He huffs, no doubt throwing his head back as he groans.

"I'm c-close." You moan, squeezing around him and grinding back against him as you chase your orgasm.

"I know." He assures you. "Come around me, doll." His fingers move to your clit to get you closer even quicker, and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes for you to be screaming out his name as you reach your high.

Aaron's quickly after you, pumping his cum deep inside you and making you moan. He falls forward, kissing your bare shoulder sweetly. A mistake? Yes. Do you like it? Yes.

He pulls out after a moment, making you wince at the overstimulation. "I know, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, assuring him it's okay and standing up as he moves from behind you. You're always quick to redress, even though it's so late that it's closer to people arriving in the morning than when people left at night.

"Sorry about your desk." You remark, looking at the paperwork everywhere.

He's working on the buckle of his belt as he looks up at you. "It's okay."

"So what excuse are you giving your wife for not being home?" You ask, probably pushing the boundaries but why not?

"What's hers?" He asks rhetorically, dancing around a vital piece of information. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for an explanation. "She left."

"With Jack?" You interrogate. It's not meant to sound so captious, but it comes off that way. You're not one for chatting after having sex with him, but you have to this time.

His jaw clenches, and his nostrils flare. He hates discussing Jack with you. In fact, you're the only person on the team he refuses to speak about his son with.

"Yes." He answers.

"I'm so-"

He cuts you off. "Don't." He says firmly, back in a Unit Chief tone. "It's not your business."

You chuckle lightly, feeling really stupid because the one time you offer a discussion about feelings, everything goes terribly. He says it unconsciously himself every time he calls you doll, that you’re only a toy to use and someone to talk to on his terms.

Alright." You grab the coat that you left on the chair. "Goodnight, Hotch."

[toruro]

svt + you coming home from a tough day

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: just felt the need to put it out there i do take requests so if you have any feel free to send me an ask!

warnings/tags: sexual content (non-explicit), oral (f receiving), fingering

seungcheol

there's this mutual understanding that you both have that if you wanted to talk about, and if you knew it was important to talk about, then you definitely would. you trust him to uphold to that agreement as much as you do, so when you walk through your doorway and simply slump into his arms as he cooks dinner, he just silently strokes your hair—while also trying to make sure he doesn't burn your meal—without saying a word. it isn't that he doesn't care—god no—it's that he knows that some people don't want to recount everything, and he's okay with that! pretty much he tries to make sure he doesn't overstep while also making sure you don't shy away from his help. by the end of the evening when you're still somewhat sulky, he'd bring up fucking you into the mattress as a means to get you to feel better and boy does it work.

jeonghan

literally, you are his gem and he will baby you in EVERY way possible. will coo about how much he loves you when you cuddle with him on the couch after you get home, feeling so proud of himself for being able to make you feel better just by having you in his arms. kisses you on your forehead and massages your shoulders asking if there’s anything more he can do for you. when you ask if you two can get some takeout he agrees immediately, and while you guys are waiting for your food he’d pull you onto his lap to hold you even closer. eventually you grow needy and begin to grind on him. usually jeonghan would tease you, forcing you to get off on his thigh alone but today he gives in, desperate to make yourself feel better, and fingers you while making out passionately. you’re left craving more, but he just grins at you and says, “after dinner.” safe to say he definitely lives up to that promise, fucking all your problems away for the rest of the night.

joshua

he knows you're in a bad mood right when you walk in—it's just those instincts, you know? focuses on trying to get you to talk about why you're feeling this way and encourages you to go into depth about your emotions. like i said earlier, joshua really appreciates communication and it is pretty much the basis of your relationship. he understands that some things are hard to talk about, and while he doesn't really want to overstep any boundaries, he also feels it's essential for you to talk about uncomfortable topics sometimes in order for that weight to be lifted off your shoulders, and so that you can digest your own emotions. will have you between his legs on the bed, after you're washed up and full from dinner, with the tv on low volume as he massages your shoulders and encourages you to talk to him. by the time you're done he'll wipe away any stray tears and kiss you so softly you might melt. you fall asleep cuddling, and you sleep sosososo good.

jun

wants to do anything and everything to make you feel better. jun would definitely be torn between doing what he thinks you want and what you say you want, feeling the need to go above and beyond in whatever you ask of him. oh you want your favorite takeout? of course—and did you want to get ice cream with that too? you want to take a nice long bath? sure, and he'd add in these amazing combinations of candles and salts and oils and soaps. oh you want him to kiss you softly while you're sitting next to him in the bed? don't worry, he'll kiss you and have his head buried between your thighs for another half hour too.

soonyoung

he despises seeing you upset for any reason. like when almost burst into tears sitting at the couch when you try to tell him about your day, he'd be on his knees looking up at you with his arms on your thighs trying to get you to look at him while telling you how much he loves you. will talk about every aspect of your day and go about ways to think of them positively or give you advice ("well yeah you're coffee spilled like a minute after you bought i but maybe it was just the universe's sign that it was a shit coffee and that it was your destiny to not be cursed with such horrendous coffee"). he also hates seeing you cry...well for any reason other than him LOL. definitely will say something like, "you want me to give you something else to cry about?" and you know hoshi definitely is more than just all bark and no bite. fucks you so good you're crying over it and when he's railing you into the sheets you'll be so gone that you can't even remember what you were crying over just hours ago—obviously his plan worked.

wonwoo

i think he'd struggle with the words to comfort you sometimes. it's not that he doesn't care, or that he doesn't have anything to say, it's just that the ideas in his head aren't really forming into words—but you're okay with that. you don't let it ruin your mood even more, in fact, when wonwoo wraps his arms around you and holds you so gently—as if you were made of glass, as if you were about to break—you nearly forget about all your worries because of the idea that he's doing his very best to make sure that you feel good. wonwoo will do everything to make up for his lack of "sufficient" words of comfort. usually he's a mean dom, but today he definitely wants to make sure you really feel his love for you going soft and slow and praising you nonstop. "angel," "so beautiful," "the prettiest," "my baby." after you're both coming down from your high he'd clean you up and hold you extra close, telling you how much he loves you as you drift into sleep.

jihoon

similar to seungcheol. he trusts you to tell him the things he really needs to hear, but if you choose not to talk about something, he'll figure it's just something you don't feel like recounting and that would be okay with him. if you do choose to tell him, he would be very good with his words. woozi wouldn't sugarcoat anything too much—he loves you and wants there to be honesty and wants the best for you—but that doesn't mean he won't offer an endless amount of advice and comfort too. while you two converse over dinner, he'd be holding your hand, and when you're done, he'd offer to clean up while you wash up. after you're all fresh, he'd take you to the living room while he brings you into his hold, putting on a movie while running his fingers up and down your arm as a means to lull you into a much more relaxed state.

seokmin

asks you immediately what's wrong, how he can help, what he can do, etc. he feels kind of bad for not being able to keep up with you today—you two usually text in between the breaks in your schedules but today was so busy for both of you and he knows he shouldn't blame himself but he can't help but feel bad. nevertheless, he tries not to sulk since he wants to focus on you right now and make up for not being able to give you much attention when you were struggling. i feel like this man would just have you take a bath with him and then just start listing off things he loves about you in effort to cheer you up. spoiler alert, it works.

mingyu

he hates seeing you upset so much that it nearly makes him pouty himself. he knows that that isn't what you need though—you need a rock to stabilize and ground yourself on and mingyu is willing to be just that and ten times more. he'd constantly be asking you if you needed anything, slightly surprised by you just asking him to hold you. he complies never the less, waves of emotions crashing into him as he would realize how amazing it feels to be able to protect you from anything. spends the rest of the evening pretty much meeting your every wish (you don't ask for much though, since having mingyu by your side is more than enough).

minghao

he would try to take the rest of the evening slowly. definitely encourages you to meditate with him longer than you both usually do (i think minghao would already have you meditating daily) and also sets up a warm bath for you. when you ask him to join you, you know he knows what you're thinking and you know he's not going to turn you down. what starts off as you resting on his lap in the water, head propped up on his shoulder as he traces figure eights on your back, turns into sensual touches which turns into you sinking on top of him ever so slowly. like i said, you both take things VERY slowly this evening, basking in every waking moment while he gently fucks your stress from the day away.

seungkwan

would love to baby you. since he loves being taken care of he would want to take care of you to make you feel loved, especially when you're having a hard day. honestly, i think he would attempt to bake for you. that's very specific but seungkwan would want to show you he loves you by doing something out of his comfort zone—baking—that would also provide you with something you love—cookies. he'd end up making a mess though, and when you'd sigh at all the flour everywhere on the kitchen counter he'd feel his heart drop at the idea of disappointing you on your already shitty day. "i'll clean it up! you don't have to do anything," he'd say quickly while simultaneously pulling out the cookies. you'd apologize quickly, welcoming seungkwan's open arms by falling straight into his embrace, drinking in the way he says he loves you while kissing your forehead. at the same time, he'd pick up a hot cookie and pop it into your mouth, holding his breath. when you smile at him with those bright, happy eyes, he'd know it: mission accomplished.

vernon

Eats You Out for hours! okay sorry i know i kind of am going too much into this whole idea but like the second you come home, vernon would let you just dissolve into his arms. like he'd lay down on the couch with you on top of him and you would just turn into putty in his hold, meekly telling him about all the things that'd gone wrong throughout your day. he'd be running his hands up and down your body softly the whole time, adding in his own pieces of advice and comments every few moments. eventually you'd go quiet, just laying over him until he'd say, "let me make you feel better," while moving you off of him so he could slip to his knees on the ground. turning your body so he could place your legs over his shoulders perfectly, he'd rest his cheek against your thigh while looking you in eye so intensely you think you might just come from that alone. doesn't matter anyways, since he's gonna make you cum once. and twice. thrice. more? probably.

dino

takes so much care of you. like all the boys do but dino would give 110% in everything you would be able to feel the love and passion radiating off of him. when you'd come home, he'd help you set up a hot shower and get finished with dinner so it would be ready and perfectly warm by the time you were done. he'd use the time while you guys are eating to hold one of your hands and let you talk about your day, engaging with everything you say. after dinner he'd pull you straight into bed so you two could cuddle while some random tv show would be playing in the background. he'd be the big spoon, pulling you so close that your back would be pressed up against your chest impossibly tight. he would be so soft and gentle with you that you would hardly even realize he was snaking a hand down your body and past the waistband of your shorts, letting out soft and quiet moans when he would rub circles over your panties. he'd finger you while you were both on your sides, and you're left feeling drowsy after you come down from your high, chan kissing you softly. he'd hum a little while he adjusts your panties and covers back on before rubbing your back, lulling you to sleep.

[prentissluvr]

sammy brain rot hours:

feminism leaves my body when i look at sam winchester,, wanna be a good lil housewife for him (!!!) (like im their bobby yk? mostly doing research from the bunker, joining on hunts occassionally) welcome him home with a kiss and home cooked meals (idk how to cook proper food) and and and bombard him with love and force him to take a day’s break after each hunt ,, cuddle him , go with him on walks (god pls) ,, listen to his nerd talk

i deserve it 😭

thank u for listening to me yap

-mwuah 💋

GIRL YOU ARE SO TRUE FOR THIS AND I MEAN THAT !!! i love this for you actually, like this is facts of you to say and it's so valid and yeah! i think that's the real stuff. and like there's actually so so much merit to that kind of thing, like bro research is so hard imo HAHA so you'd be so strong for that. and yeah who's to say you can be a badass hunter when you want to be! but like bro i think it'd be nice not to have to do all that travel and hard physical labor of yk killing stuff and almost getting killed. and then yeah!! that means you're likely far more well rested than sammy when he gets home which means that you can take care of him hehehehe.

like him being greeted with a kiss from you after a long drive is just so beyond amazing for him, it's so comforting and relaxing and lord knows that he needs and deserves that. plus you have food from him that's not from a diner?? this must be the real heaven for him. like i also cannot cook for the life of me, but mans loves salad! you could just makes him a simple salad and he'd be so delighted because it has freshly cut apples, his favorite dressing, and non-soggy greens! like how amazing is that! genuinely you could makes the simplest of things (which is the only thing that i personally am capable of LOL) and he'd just be so delighted <3 like anything homemade is such a rarity for him and it's genuinely actually something really really special to him when you make him food and now i'm getting all soft and emotional about the fact that sam's barely had that sort of thing in his life. for some people hand made food is an indicator of home, and we all know that sam has never really had that. anyways crying because you just make the bunker somewhere infinitely better to come back to purely with your presence. on top of that, you make him salads and kiss him sweetly and you make him lay in bed and let him cuddle you to his heart's content. like truly you're such a comfort to him i can't :,)

and walks!! oh god i literally was thinking about how much sam would love love love to go on walks with his partner, genuinely. he loves the fresh air under a circumstance so domestic and normal and it's made a million times better by you. your hand in his makes him feel so calm and it gives him those little pieces of normalcy that he craves, no matter the fact that he'll always choose this life. you give him balance and something pure and good to come home to. and ahhhh yes the nerd talk <333 i'm making heart eyes right now for real. he feels so so so grateful for someone to talk to about all these little random facts of knowledge that he has floating around in his head! in instead of shutting him down or calling him a nerd (well, sometimes you do but it's done so lovingly that he doesn't care) you actually will listen, and even ask him follow up questions! he's just so excited to share things with you <33

argh i love him so bad and i thank you for sending this ask, i'm always so so happy to listen to your yapping hehe i love it <33 but you so got my thoughts flowing so ty for that hehe <33 love it sm fr <33

[eldritch-nightmare]

❝ it's not much, but i got you this. ❞

notes: prompt credit. i've never actually fully written anything for cody now that i think about it... i hope i do him nicely!! since it took me literally forever to post this, the other two prompts won't be valentine's base, though i may still use the prompts i chose for them bc. i like them. anyways!! i'm actually actively job hunting right now, which is why i've been so busy lately and haven't had much time to write. but i'll try working on some stuff soon!! for now, i hope you all enjoy this incredibly, very messy and late valentine's day post. thanks for being patient with me guys, it means a lot <3

pairing: x virus x gn!reader

word count: 983.

warnings: established relationship, fluff, cody is awkward as fuck when it comes to romance he's just like me frfr, wrapping paper is his biggest enemy, very mild angst like... a pinch of salt type of angst, cody is a perfectionist but idk if i portrayed that well enough here.

Cody stared at the clumsily wrapped gift placed in front of him, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as he glared at the gift as if it had scorned him in some way.

And to him, it basically has.

You see, the gift he's been trying to wrap neatly and nicely is something he got for you, his lovely significant other. This is the first Valentine's Day he's spending with you, and while it doesn't have to be perfect, he would at least like to wrap your gift in a way that isn't... ugly.

It's not even that big of a gift. It's just a little bracelet he made in his spare time, so why the hell is it so hard to wrap in the little box he got for it?

He could just ask someone to help him wrap the gift, but that feels... I mean... it feels like that would be cheating? Strangely enough? Like... he made this for you, so he should be the one to wrap it up as well, no matter how annoying and how difficult it was starting to become.

It feels like it'll mean more if he does this himself.

But he's been here for like almost two hours now trying to wrap the box, and it looks so messy and it's covered in tape and honestly, the wrapping paper's color looks uglier and uglier the longer he looks at it and it just doesn't seem good enough for you. It could be so much better.

You deserve so much better. And if he could kill the wrapping paper, he would, truthfully.

Cody silently glares for a moment longer before letting out a sigh in defeat, resting his forehead against the surface of the desk in his workshop and grumbling quietly to himself.

The wrapping paper wins this round, but he'll do better next time.

With a huff, he sits up straight, giving the poorly wrapped box one final glance before grabbing it and standing up. It was time to actually give you the gift. And hope that you don't dump him for his poor wrapping skills. Do people do that? He's not sure. He hopes not. He'd hate for you to dump him.

Oh god, what if you dump him?

"Cody?"

"Fucking hell-" Cody nearly loses grip on the box in his hand when your voice suddenly pops up behind him, startling him so badly that he jumped a bit. He looked strangely similar to a dog that got caught doing something it wasn't meant to be doing.

And judging from the way he had quickly hidden his hands behind his back, awkwardly looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with you, you can't help but wonder if he had maybe done something.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asks, and your brow quirks up slightly at how strangely nervous he sounded. His behavior sort of reminded you of the day he had asked you out.

"Long enough to be concerned about whether or not I need to hide wrapping paper from you in the future." You respond, smiling a bit to yourself when you see Cody relax a bit at the joke you cracked.

"Ha ha. Funny." He blandly responds, though you don't miss the way his lips twitch upwards slightly. You deem your joke a success, even if he behaved otherwise.

"So, you wanna tell me what it is you're hiding behind your back? Or is it another one of your... projects?" You ask, crossing your arms and patiently waiting for his response.

And that made him tense up again.

He doesn't know why he felt so nervous about giving you a gift, poorly wrapped or not. I mean, you're literally dating each other, so he shouldn't get nervous like this, right? But also like, you're the first person he's ever dated and he honestly didn't think it would last this long even if it has only been a few months since he asked you out but still! Still!

He shouldn't be this nervous, honestly.

"Okay, so, like," He cringes slightly at the way his voice cracks a bit as he speaks, "Uhm, you know how it's Valentine's Day, right? I, uh, maybe it's silly but..." He trails off, seemingly debating whether or not he should actually continue before he's suddenly holding out a box in front of you.

It wasn't actually that poorly wrapped. Truthfully, it's way better than anything you could ever do. The wrapping paper was even your favorite color.

You take the box from him, glancing down at it before looking back up at Cody. He simply motioned for you to open the box, so you peel the wrapping paper off and do just that, taking the lid off the box to see the handmade bracelet neatly placed inside.

"It's not much, but I got you this," He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I mean, if you don't like it, I can make you something else! I know it's not the best thing in the world, but-"

"I love you."

He falls silent at your words, his nervous rambling cut off as he stares at you. You look up from the bracelet to stare at him, and your expression was so serious and genuine that it almost felt as if the air had been forced out of his lungs.

"Cody, I love you." You repeat.

"Oh," He stutters a bit, "I love you too." His words are a bit quieter compared to yours. It felt awkward saying those words out loud knowing you could actually hear him.

But the smile that bloomed on your face made him forget about all of that, and you nod, satisfied with his response, "Good. Now, help me make you one so we can match."

And who is he to say no to you and matching bracelets?

[im-am-not-a-weenie]

Loved the period comfort hcs!!!!! How do you think our forge husband Dammon would be in this situation?

🍓omg it's been like forever, being an adult is hard. but im finally getting to my inbox🍓

I'm going to include Zevlore and Rolan bc like I love all three of them dearly. shorter than normal but I'm working on a longer fic with these 3

no beta and lots of grammar and spelling errors <3

🍓Dammon

this man is the sweetest, he's so gentle and caring

Doesn't really know what he's doing but is trying his best. he listens to your wants and what you need. hungry? he's ready to make you something or go get whatever you're craving. he makes sure you stay hydrated and offers you water like every hour.

cuddles galore, he'll rub your lower tummy and give you forehead kisses

while spooning, his tail will wrap around you too

"why are you giggling love?" "Dammon you know why" You couldn't help but giggle as his tail lazily swiped along your side. "it's not my fault you're so sensitive

expect soft touches like that the whole night, he'd sit there and play with your hair, maybe even put in a few braids if you let him

would definitely take the day off if you asked him too

🍓Rolan

Rolan would be the type of guy to act like he didn't want to take care of you the phrase "I suppose if I have to" is said so many times

"Rolan I'm fine really" "No no if you're going to keep complaining I might as well do something, it's the only way I'll get some peace and quiet around here"

he kinda knows what he's doing. he has a sister. him and cal took care of Lia when she was cramping so he knows a few things

wouldn't let you out of bed. but would never admit to fussing over you. or loving the cuddles

"I'm just holding you until you go to sleep. I have work to do" Spoiler alert he spends about 30 minutes just watching you sleep. he smiles to himself and brushes hair out of your face. stroking your face lovingly letting out a small chuckle because you subconsciously lent into his hand. he pulls you closer and falls asleep himself

🍓Zevlore

this man definitely knows what he's doing. he's been around for a bit and knows how to treat a person right.

the moment you mention cramps he's drawing you a nice hot bath and making chamomile tea.

so many kisses. on your face, arms, and hands. nowhere goes untouched by his lips. I mean nowhere. this man earned his red stripes (or is it red wings?)

"ew, Zev that's gross" "You could never be gross to me my dear"

gives the best massages. will rub your back or your feet. he just wants to make you feel better. especially during the most uncomfortable time in your life

he holds you tightly against him. whispering sweet things in your ear. "I love you, I love you more than any god. more than the sun and moons and stars. you are mine and I'm never letting go"

you fall asleep on him with a smile. knowing he means every word

HEY! im back! At least I'm trying to be lol. imma try and post a long fic every other week and will do short post like this randomly. or I might not stick to a schedule and disappear for a few months again who knows. anyway

see you later alligators - Rhys 🍓

[braveclementine]

Chapter 10

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

A week before all of you were supposed to be leaving for the Bahamas, you got another call from your dad.

Well, actually, he had been calling about four times every single day since the last time you had talked to him. But neither you nor your sister had bothered picking up when he called nor had you bothered replying to his messages. And the others had slowly gotten used to just ignoring the calls as well.

However, your father had spent nearly every hour sending in a call. It was interrupting the plans, and finally you picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Y/N." Your father's voice sounded relieved. "I've been trying to contact you for two weeks now."

"I know." You sighed. "But I really don't have the energy for another fight, okay?"

"Please, I want to be there for this, I want to be there for you. You're right. My and your mother never really wanted kids, but I still love you and Y/S/N. If I could do things over again, I would. Make more time for the both of you. Maybe then when. . . when your mother passed away I would've had. . . I'm sorry Y/N. I never meant to lash out at you or Y/S/N. It's just. . . it's so painful when your soulmate dies."

He sounded truly guilty and sad and apologetic. He really did sound sincere. But still, you couldn't just forget everything. How when you needed both him and your mother the most, they were busy with something 'more important'. And afterwards. . . Y/S/N still had a scar on her shoulder blade from that.

You let out a sigh. It had been a short period of time and now years had passed in between. Everyone deserved second chances. "You can come."

Sam looked up at those words.

"But I. . . I don't know if I'll have you walk me down the aisle." You finished. "There's a lot of mending between the both of us and also Y/S/N before I let you walk me down the aisle."

"That sounds fair." Your father sounded happy that you were giving him a second chance. "Where should I go? What should I do?"

"We're having the ceremony in the Bahamas." You said. "I can-"

Tony whipped the phone out of your hand, "Hello? Mr. Y/L/N? Yes, this is Tony Stark. One of the soulmates of your absolutely gorgeous daughter."

"What are you doing?" You hissed quietly, mortified. You really hoped Tony didn't say anything rude.

"I'm more than lenient to have a private jet fly out to your nearest airport and fly you to the Bahamas and also provide your stay for free. However, the minute that Y/N gets upset with you, you're on your own and all of the expenses fall right back on your head." Tony threatened. "The plane will be there in six hours, have a nice trip."

He hung up on my dad on my phone.

Stephen just shook his head, sighing.

"That was dramatic." You said, taking your phone from him.

"At least now he'll be on his best behavior." Tony said with a smirk, drawing you into his arms. "Oh I can't wait before you're ours."

You smiled a little, pecking Tony on the lips. "The feeling is very mutual."

"Have you decided whose going to be first?" Nat asked.

"First?" You questioned, turning out of Tony's arms to face her.

"Sure." Nat said with a shrug. "I mean, with so many soulmates, you can only lose your virginity to one of them."

You blushed scarlet. Sam just stared at Nat while Stephen turned his back to her, putting a hand to his head like he was frustrated. Tony just snorted. Clint poked his head out from the vent.

"I mean, sure you're going to bond with all of them in one night, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you to start with a super solider or a God for your first." Nat explained, "You should go with someone smaller in size. Or at least, not genetically enhanced."

"Damn." Sam said, shaking his head, "Guess you're losing it to Clint first."

"Oi!" Clint protested, falling out of the vent. "Why am I the smallest?"

"It's commonly known that black males have the biggest dicks." Sam said, raising an eyebrow.

Stephen walked over to Tony, putting his hands over his ears before dragging him out of the room. You were both mortified and amused at the conversation.

"Hey." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders as Clint scoffed, "Thor, Loki, Bucky, Steve, and I are out already from being enhanced. T'Challa, Rhodey, and Fury are black. Tony and Stephen already lost it to each other. Which leaves you. The white virgin."

Clint just stared at Sam for a moment and then grinned, "Yes! I get Y/N first!"

Sam just pursed his lips.

And then the floor dropped underneath you and you landed in Stephen's arms in the elevator.

"Well, hello there." You said before kissing his cheek. "How are you?"

Stephen sighed, "My poor babies had to listen to that conversation."

Tony blushed slightly at the nickname. So did you for that matter.

You giggled. "Well thank you for protecting our ears."

You might've added 'daddy' to the end of that sentence, but you didn't want to tease him anymore than they already were. You wait until all of you were properly bonded before you started teasing them relentlessly.

Stephen, Tony, and you ended up going to the New York Sanctorum. Stephen gave you a full tour or the rather large building. You even stepped into one of the climate portals for a short amount of time, though you didn't stay for long.

It was very interesting, seeing how many magical items there were in the different glass cases.

Tony kept trying to touch stuff, being the tinkerer that he was, but Stephen kept slapping his hands away from the stuff, before finally threatening to tie them behind his back. You giggled at the playful banter.

"STRANGE!" A voice shouted through the Sanctorum.

"WONG!" Stephen shouted back in the same exact tone.

"Ah, there you are." Wong said, climbing the stairs. Wong was descended from Tibetan Monks, which I found fascinating. Especially as Tibet was hidden from the world as China tried to pretend there was no Tibet.

China refuses to acknowledge the three T's: Taiwan, Tibet, and Tiananmen Square. They like to pretend that Taiwan and Tibet are still under their rule. And then also like to pretend that the Tiananmen Square massacre never took place.

"I was hoping that you could come to Kamar-Taj and assist with the training of some new recruits." Wong said, glancing over to us, looking apologetic.

"Yes, of course." Stephen said. "Tony, Y/N, would you like to come and visit?"

"Sure." Tony said.

"Um, if you don't think we'd be intruding." You said.

"Not at all." Wong said.

"Where is Kamar-Taj?" You asked as they led you down the stairs to where Stephen had shown the Sanctorum's connected with the others. Wong started to open up the one into Kamar-Taj.

"Tibet." He answered.

Ah, of course. Made sense.

Once you stepped through the portal, Stephen and Wong led the way up another flight of stairs and through some dim hallways lit with torches until you reached a courtyard like area. There were several rows of students there to learn. Wong, Stephen, and another female teacher quickly spread out amongst the others.

You and Tony quickly sat out of the way next to each other. He wrapped his arms around you as the two of you watched Stephen teach.

"He's so bloody handsome." You muttered.

"Isn't he just?" Tony sighed wistfully. "Hey, are you sure that you're okay with your dad coming to your wedding ceremony?"

You were silent for a moment and then replied with, "I thought it would be fair to give him a second chance. If he screws up, well we weren't exactly rich so it'll certainly be a bit of a pain in the ass for him if he, you know, screws up. I don't know. I'm more afraid for Y/S/N being around my father. She was the one who was more involved in his bad period because she was home more. I don't know though. . . I haven't had my soulmates for more than a year yet. And he and my mother were married for a pretty long time before she passed away."

"How did she die?" Tony asked softly.

"She was at one of those parades, I don't even remember what it was for. Some guy drove his semi truck through with the intent to kill. She just happened to be one of those victims."

"Sorry." Tony said softly.

"What about you? Parents, I mean?" You questioned.

"I grew up thinking they died in a car crash. Turns out HYDRA sent Barnes after them because my father had something they wanted. Super soldier serum vials I think. Bucky killed them."

"How can you stand behind in the same room as him?" You questioned.

"Well, it took a bit of self control and listening. But I knew it was HYDRA in his head, not him himself. Eventually I forgave him. He had been beating himself up over it for so long. The Bucky Steve knew, the one you know, he wouldn't hurt a fly. It's a good thing Shuri was able to help him."

You nodded, "Good. It's already pretty awkward between Loki and Phil."

"Ah well, the difference there is Loki actually killed Coulson." Tony said. "Although admittedly, he was also being mind manipulated by an alien so there's some leniency."

You were quiet for a moment, "You don't think it was a mistake? Inviting my dad?"

"No." Tony said quietly as we watched Stephen create a glowing sword down below us. "My father was also fairly absent in my life. I wish I could've given him a second chest."

You turned your body so that you could hug him from the front.

A few moments later, you heard Stephen's voice behind you, "Well don't you two just look adorable."

You turned to see him standing there, sliding his sling ring off his finger and into his pocket. You got to your feet, barreling into him for a hug. Stephen wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "Hey there sweetheart. Ready to head home?"

You nodded. You heard Stephen call out a good-bye to Wong before the three of you headed back to New York.

Upon walking back up the stairs though, Stephen flung an arm out to stop you from walking. He moved slightly to hide you.

Peeking around him, you saw a slightly handsome African American man standing there.

"Mordo, what are you doing here?" Stephen questioned. You noticed his sling ring was back on his finger. Tony had his Iron repulsor gloves on, hands raised slightly if he needed to shoot.

The man that Stephen had called Mordo crossed his arms over his chest, "You know what I'm here for, Stephen."

"And you won't get-" Stephen said firmly.

"I wasn't asking." Mordo said, shaking his head, pulling out an electric sword.

"Tony get her out." Stephen said, taking up a defensive position almost immediately as Mordo charged.

"Stephen!" You shouted as Tony wrapped an arm around your waist, kicking off to go through the glass ceiling. However, all that happened was you ended up flying through a portal which put the both of you in front of Mordo. Tony quickly shoved you out of the way.

You went sprawling across the marble floor as he ducked one of the swings of Mordo's sword. Stephen lashed out with a glowing whip as you scrambled to your feet.

You were quick in pulling out your phone.

Y/N 🥖: SOS Sanctorum. Angry Wizard

God 1 🔨🌩: On our way

God 2 💚: Portal out

Thor suddenly smashed through the front doors, sending a streaking bolt of lightning towards the dark skinned wizard. He deflected rather quickly and you dropped to the floor to avoid being electrocuted.

Steve and Bucky were next through the doors. Steve threw his shield, which got deflected by a mirror. Steve quickly ducked to avoid being decapitated by his own shield.

Bucky didn't dare start shooting, instead trying to get to you. But Mordo portaled him to who knew where.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the portal closed up.

A few other wizards started to jump down, fighting against the others.

Suddenly, you felt a cold feeling wash over you. "Shh, not a sound." Loki's voice whispered in your ear, "I'm cloaking you. We're invisible. Start making your way towards the door."

You couldn't see Loki and you had to assume that he was right there with you as you started to walk towards the door. You hoped Bucky was safe, wherever he was, and you hoped that the others would get out of this okay.

"Where'd she go?" Mordo shouted.

Was he after you? Why?

"Faster." Loki's voice was urgent in your voice and you started running, hoping that you weren't making any noise as you did so.

The doors slammed shut right before you could've gotten out of them and you heard Loki curse.

You reached around blindly, grabbing his hand, starting to drag him back towards where Stephen and Tony were still fighting Mordo. He tugged on your hand, trying to get you to slow down.

Steve and Nat were fighting another four wizards, while Thor was slowly but surely taking down the six that were against him.

You dragged Loki carefully, but quickly past Stephen and Tony, back down the stairs. Loki sped up once he realized that you had an escape plan in line. You quickly opened up the door to Kamar-Taj and stepped through.

Loki lifted the spell immediately and you could see him there. He had a slight scratch across one of his cheeks, but though it was red, it wasn't bleeding.

He gripped your hand tighter as the two of you ran through the building. "Wong?" You shouted. "Wong?"

Wong approached very soon, "Y/N?" He stopped short upon seeing Loki, "Where's Stephen and Tony?"

"They're back in the New York Sanctorum with Thor and Steve. Mordo is attacking them but he brought a few Wizards with him and Stephen is the only magician there." You explained through quick puffs of breath.

Wong nodded, "I need you two to stay here." He called out to a few wizards who all got ready, lifting off a bunch of staffs that you assumed were something like Mordo's glowing lightsaber stick thing and Wong hurried the way the two of you had come.

He left a few other wizards there for your protection in case their was another onslaught of fighters. You weren't sure if that was normal, but you felt to sick with worry to care about it.

"Are you alright?" Loki asked as he led you to an area so that the two of you could sit down.

"Physically." You answered, "But where did he send Bucky!? What if. . . what if sent him to a volcano or the middle of the ocean!? What if-" Your voice choked off at the end and you crumpled forward to cry into Loki's shoulder.

"It's alright Y/N, it's okay. You'd know if Bucky was in danger." Loki said softly. "The fact that there is nothing happening to your soulmate bond that is linked to him means that he is not feeling any pain, nor is he dead. Those are both good things."

You nodded as your tears subsided. "No pain and no death."

"Exactly."

"The others will be okay, right?" You asked, needing reassurance.

"I'm sure. They managed to survive everything else before."

"Why did he want me?"

"I have no idea. Probably because he would see you as. . . a way to get to Stephen." Loki explained. "I'm afraid having the Avengers as soulmates is going to put a rather large target on your back my Queen. But we'll protect you with everything we have."

You kissed Loki's cheek before settling into his arms while you waited. It seemed like an eternity, but only fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later, Wong came back with his group, Stephen, Tony, Steve, Thor, and Nat following behind.

You leapt to your feet, rushing over to Stephen. "Are you okay. You're bleeding. Can you find Bucky? Everyone's okay, right?"

Your questions were rushed as you grabbed a tissue and started dabbing at the cut lines along Stephen's cheek.

"He bleeds all the time." Tony sighed, "It's his trademark to come back from a fight with at least three bloody scratches on his face."

Your lips twitched a little while Stephen rolled his eyes. "Everyone's alright Y/N. And it will take some time, but I think with the help of FRIDAY and a few magic tricks, we should be able to find Bucky within an hour of two. Depends on where he ended up."

You nodded frantically as you finished dabbing at Stephen's scratches.

Steve looked absolutely terrible. He wasn't hurt, but it was obvious that Bucky disappearing had done a number on him. You attended him next, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. He hugged you back, almost as tightly.

"We'll find him Steve." You murmured. "He's going to be okay."

Steve just nodded, his cheek brushing with yours as he did so.

Stephen ushered all of you back to the Sanctorum before portaling you all back to Avengers tower. Once there, Tony got to work on using FRIDAY to see if she could use all of the cameras in the world to help narrow down potential spots that Bucky might be.

While that was happening, Pietro had called the girl named Makkari, and they both decided to run around their respective hemispheres and see if they could locate Bucky and help save time.

You felt utterly useless, sitting on the couch next to Rhodey who had an arm around your shoulder, fingers softly moving up and down your arm in a comforting motion.

Your leg kept bouncing up and down in anxiety before Clint finally pulled you up off the couch to take you to the kitchen.

"I can't eat, I feel sick." You muttered.

"Well, you're going to have to eat." Clint said. "Buck will be fine, you'll see. Now eat, it wouldn't do to get sick before our wedding now, would it?"

You managed a small smile with Clint's enthusiasm and persistence. "I just. . . sometimes I wish I could locate where my soulmates were."

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Clint asked, moving around the kitchen and then pausing, "I don't actually really know how to make anything so. . ."

You giggled, feeling just a little bit lighter. Maybe Clint was just trying to distract you, but it was working.

"We should make dinner for everyone." You decided.

"But that's like forty people." Clint said. "We should just order pizza."

You rolled your eyes, "I actually already had preparations ready for dinner for tonight."

You opened up the refrigerator, pulling out several large, blue glass bowls with plastic wrap over them.

"Oh? What are you making?" Clint asked in interest as you started to preheat the oven and undo the plastic wrap.

You smirked at him evilly, "Spicy Chicken legs."

⬅️➡️

[peppered-moths]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Martyn is humming something behind him, a jaunty, cheerful tune that contrasts sharply with the fact that Scott knows he's sharpening his sword. He can hear that too, the soft scrrrape of metal on stone that makes his nerves stand on end involuntarily. He shakes his head, letting the sounds fade into the background of the waves, and returns to organizing the chests.

It's... nice, actually. To just be here in the moment, with Martyn only a few feet away. To simply exist in each other's space. They get this time every week, of course, six days of it, but six days doesn't seem like all that much when death is waiting on the horizon.

And they have to be careful. Attachments are dangerous. On Fridays, they are allies, nothing more. Today, they are more, but they can't give anyone even the slightest hint, for fear of that being used against them.

Scott blinks, realizing his hands have stopped moving, no longer at the monotonous task of sorting wood. Martyn has stopped humming. The small fins behind his ears twitch in confusion.

"Martyn?" He turns, peering through the slats of the walls. The Coral Isles are silent and empty, just grass waving in the wind.

Scott's not worried. Martyn can handle himself, and he can certainly hold down the fort. He just wishes- why didn't Martyn say anything? Where had he gone? He's not worried.

Okay, fine. He's a little worried. It's not like his partner to walk off without saying anything at all. Scott can't go looking for him- the Isles can't be left undefended, especially with tensions at an all-time high. There's nothing he can do but wait for Martyn to come back (what if he doesn't? what if he's decided you're too much of a concern and left to preserve his own life-) and he will come back, Scott's sure of it. He'll just ask then. The sun is high in the sky; Martyn will be back by the time it sets.

He can keep himself busy until then.

----

It is midnight when Scott hears a splash. He's lying on the floor of the beach house, staring up at the sky. No, he hasn't been crying. The sound makes him bolt upright, one hand reaching for the leather-wrapped hilt of his sword.

Martyn stops halfway up the stairs, hands held up in surrender. His eyes are wide and washed out in the pale moonlight. He has no armor on.

Scott moves faster than he ever thought he could. His blade is pointed at Martyn's chest in an instant. He knows- he knows he's being irrational. He doesn't know what to think. He doesn't know what else to do.

"Where," he rasps, trying not to let his voice wobble, "have you been?"

"Hey, Scott." Martyn laughs breathlessly, eyes fixed on the sword wavering in front of him. "Um."

"Answer. The. Question," he grits. He searches Martyn's face for anything, anything that betrays even a hint of deceit. Nothing. (Well, he's always been a good liar, hasn't he?)

"I was talking to the Bad Boys. Time got away from me." Martyn shrugs, eerily calm, even as the blade shivers closer to his throat. Scott stares at him, mind spinning. He could be lying.

"Prove it."

Martyn moves slowly, telegraphing his movements to Scott as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out- a pair of sunglasses.

"I stole these from Timmy before I left. It'll be hours before he notices they're gone." He smiles carefully, cautiously, like he's scared. Of Scott. Scared. Of him.

The sword clatters to the ground, and he crumples in on himself, ashamed and furious and guilty all at once. Of course. Scott was- he's overreacting, he couldn't even trust his own partner.

"Oh- hey, hey, hey. Scott. Scott." Martyn steps forwards, hands settling lightly on his shoulders. Scott stares at the ground. I would have killed him. I would have-

"I'm sorry, oh god, no, I'm so sorry, I didn't-" He can't finish a sentence, stumbling over himself. He scrapes at the scales on his face, a nervous habit he's picked up recently that is coming back to bite him.

Martyn grabs his wrists. "Scott. Listen to me." He swallows. Looks up into Martyn's eyes, red, red, red.

"Can you breathe for me?" Scott does his best, but it feels like he's just run a race. That's hyperventilating, he remembers distantly. Eventually, his heart slows to a more normal pace, and he can hear Martyn more clearly through the ringing in his ears.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Everything's fine, see?" Martyn's humming, Scott realizes. It's soothing, as it always is.

"I'm sorry," he manages, because he has to say it. He has to, even if Martyn decides to leave. He has to know.

"I know, anemone. It's okay. We're okay."

"How is this okay?" Scott cries. He backs away. His hands are shaking. "I just- I just threatened you, Martyn. I can't-"

"Scott." He stops, stares at the blond man. He doesn't look angry. Scott doesn't understand.

"I forgive you," Martyn continues, softly. "Like you forgave me when I killed you-"

"I asked you to!"

"-and I know," he continues determinedly, "I know. You're scared. I'm sorry. For not telling you where I was going." Scott shakes his head. No. Martyn shouldn't be apologizing. This is Scott's fault. He takes a step closer.

"I- don't..." His voice fails. He stands there, mute.

Martyn approaches, carefully, as if not to startle him. He cradles Scott's face in his hands, gently forcing him to look into his eyes.

"I don't think you would ever hurt me," he says simply. Like he hasn't sent the world tumbling down around Scott's shoulders. Like he's not a damn fool.

"You're an idiot." Scott's crying again. He buries his head in Martyn's shoulder, and the other man pulls him closer. "Why are you so sappy? We're supposed to be fighting!"

Martyn chuckles. "Guess I didn't get the memo."

They stand there in silence for a moment. Scott thinks, vaguely, that he should pick up his sword, put it away. He doesn't want to move.

Finally, he lifts his head to look Martyn in the eyes again. He raises an eyebrow. Scott has to tell him. He has to get it all out, before he gives up or chickens out.

"I don't want to miss you before we die." Scott takes a deep breath. "I don't want- I don't want to waste the time we have left." The time I have left. He doesn't intend to let Martyn die first. At any cost.

"Never." Martyn promises immediately. It sounds like a vow in his mouth. Til death do us part.

"I love you," Scott says. There's no sense of immediate regret (which is good, at least he means it), but he still can't stop shaking. He leans farther into Martyn, who's still with shock.

Finally, he laughs, a strained, incredulous thing. "You really do pick the worst times to say things."

"Say it back," Scott mumbles. Martyn relaxes into him, hands curling into his shirt.

"I love you too, Scott."

[meetmyothersouls]

Back To You

Jonah Hauer-King x Reader

Warnings: memory loss, hospitalization, talks of loss pregnancy, not proof read

Chapter 2

There was a time where being in England would have had me filled with wonder and excitement. But not now. Not when I have no recollection of even getting here and the apparent 4 years I’ve somehow forgotten. The job that I had in New York. Gone. The life that I had in New York...the job I loved in New York as a journalist. Gone. Everything I worked for just...gone? I'd never have let myself let all of that go. I'm definitely going to have to do some digging to find out what the hell happened to my life and to me.

Since I've woken up from, Haven has made sure to be present to keep me as comfortable as possible in my less-than-ideal situation. Unfortunately, only one person is allowed to stay with me overnight and Jonah insists that it be him. That being said, he's not been totally unpleasant to be around, it's just...a little awkward at times. Even though he hasn't touched me or even really gotten close to me again since he tried to kiss me, his glances seem...intimate and filled with longing and memories that he has, and I don't. It doesn't seem fair.

Even now he's looking at me. He thinks that I don't notice, but I do. In the last few days, I've picked up a few of his actions and his mannerisms. I've noticed that he bites his fingernails, which I find highly gross and annoying, when he's anxious. He runs his fingers through his dark hair when he's deep in thought or attempting conversation. I wonder what thoughts and memories are wracking his brain right now. I want to ask but it seems too intimate and intrusive a question. Every once in a while, he'll remind me that I can ask him for anything, but I think he's forgetting that the last four years of my life are totally gone. I don't ask him for anything because I don't feel comfortable doing it.

He's still staring at me when I turn my head to look at him. He doesn't look away, instead he gives me a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Jonah stands and starts to walk over to my bedside. Immediately my palms start to sweat. I'm no longer hooked up to any monitors, thank God because they'd be going crazy right now. He's got some weird effect on me that makes me jittery and nervous, like my body remembers how to react to him but my mind doesn't.

Jonah sits down on the foot of the bed and it dips down slightly with his weight. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the curtain to my room swings open and Dr. Vincent walks in with Haven trailing behind. I let out an audible sigh of relief and if Jonah hears it, he doesn't let on. I'm fully dressed in an outfit that Jonah picked up for me at his house...or I guess our house. The whole thought is still jarring to me, but at least I'm more comfortable than I was in the hospital gown, and it appears I still dress the same. He brought me a pair of black leggings and an oversized Aerosmith T-shirt that I'm still not sure is mine or his. But it smells nice, and the fabric is soft so I'm not complaining. I sit up, wincing a bit as I do so. I can tell my stomach is different. Deflated almost. I push back the strange thought that I had a baby growing inside of me made by a man I don't even know.

"Alrighty, Mrs. Hauer-King," Dr. Vincent says. I fight back the urge to correct him. He is right after all. "Everything's on track for you to be out of here in the next hour or so, how does that sound?"

"It sounds great," I say, smiling. "I can't wait to get home." I look over at Haven who gives me one of those grim smiles. I don't even realize what I said until it's out. I look at Jonah and he's got his head down, facing his lap. He's picking at a loose nail he's just partially bit off. "I'm sorry Jonah, I just...this isn't my home."

"It is thought," he replies softly.

"I can't stay here."

He sniffles once and I start to get irritated at the sheer thought of him thinking I could still make this place my home. "Surely you don't expect me to uproot my entire life and stay here with you? I don't even know you!"

"Y/n," Haven says, "I know you're upset but-"

"I just want to go home!"

Jonah gets up, his jaw tight. "And I guess you expect me to give up my entire life? Just like that? These last four years may not exist for you, but they do for me!" Jonah trudges over to the curtain and tuns back to Haven and me. "I'll wait in the car."

"Give us a minute?" Haven asks Dr. Vincent once Jonah is gone.

"Of course, but might I add that it would be in your best interest to stay where you are...at least for the time being. I know this is difficult for everyone involved but cases of memory loss and amnesia almost always recover, albeit slowly. Being in an area that the brain is used to helps even if you yourself are not used to it. The memories are there just give them time."

"Thank you, Doctor," Haven says, a sweet smile on her face.

"Give me a ring when you're ready for me. There's just some paperwork and a few signatures we need before you leave," Dr. Vincent says as he exits.

Haven sighs and tuns back to me. She runs a hand through her blonde hair then holds them out in defense. "Listen, I know you want to leave, and you want to go home, but this is your home, y/n."

I want to slam my head into a wall, but I know it'll only make things worse. "No it's not! I had an amazing job in New York and an apartment and..."

"And all that is over now, it has been for years! You can't leave Jonah here by himself. You are his entire world, y/n."

I hate this. Every part of this is unfair. "So I'm supposed to stay here until what? Until the memories come back?"

Haven gives me a look that I know means yes. "You live here, y/n, and you love it. You have a job and a house and a husband any woman would kill to have."

The words she's saying sound nice in theory but a horrible thought washes over me and tears start to burn my eyes. "And what if they don't?"

"What?"

"The memories. What if they don't come back?"

Haven doesn't say anything at first. I can see her fear just as well as I can feel mine. There's a very real possibility that I won't get them back, no matter how high the likelihood of regeneration. But then she smiles, ever the optimist and says "they will. I know they will. Until then, you're going to have to do what the doctor says. You need to be around familiar-" I give her an incredulous look because none of this is familiar- "familiar to your subconscious, y/n. You can't uproot everything you and Jonah have built here. Just give it some time. Please?"

I groan, plopping back onto my pillow. "Fine. But I'm still looking for plane tickets out of here just to keep the hope alive."

The ride back to Jonah's is a culture shock. It's cloudy and wet, which from what I've been told about England checks out. Jonah pointed out a few landmarks to Haven, which is just as informative for me considering this is my second first time seeing them. I decide to sit in the back seat, and I pretend to not notice as Jonah steals a few glances at me through the rear-view mirror.

It's pouring down rain and I'm exhausted by the time we arrive to Jonah's house, but I definitely notice the size and glory of the house. It's a beautiful two-story home, that seems to be partially under construction, but even with the few areas that are being worked on, it is marvelous. I'm marveling at the house and barely notice that I'm getting soaked by the rain.

"She's a work in progress," Jonah says, as he holds an umbrella over me. "But she'll be a real beauty when she's done."

I look up at Jonah and give him a small smile as he walks me into the house. If the outside was marvelous, the inside is astounding. My mouth is hanging open as I take small steps around the luxurious home. The hardwood floors gleam from the light shining from a huge chandelier hanging over head. The walls are painted a beautiful pale-yellow color that reminds me of baby sunflowers. I walk into the kitchen, and I audibly gasp. The granite counter tops are to die for and there's a tiny herb garden sitting on the windowsill. It's all so beautiful and overwhelming. It's too much to take in.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Jonah asks, clearly knowing my face enough to know that I'm not okay at all.

"Just...tired. I think I'll go to bed, if that's okay? It's been a lot to take in."

"Of course."

We stand there awkwardly. I don't know the layout of this house, but I also don't know how to ask where I'm supposed to be sleeping. I really hope he doesn't think I'll be sleeping with him. I clear my throat and Jonah jumps a little.

"Oh, yes. Right. Sorry," he laughs, and his fingers go to his mouth, wanting to bite the nails he's already chewed all the way down. "This is all new for me too. You'll take our bedroom. I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms. Haven you can have the other one, if you'd like."

"Please stay," I say, unable to help myself. I don't look at Jonah, not wanting to see the look my words caused.

"I'd love to stay, thank you."

There's another momentary awkward pause until I break it. "Can you uh...can you show me where the bedroom is?"

Jonah nods and I follow him. The walk is silent, and for some reason i feel bad about it...I shouldn't...I didn't do anything wrong, but I do. I can't even have a normal conversation with this man without it being super fucking awkward. I hate this. I want to go home. This feels like spending the night with a family member you've never met. He leads me to a door at the end of a long hallway and I suddenly regret not asking Haven to come with me. Not that I think Jonah would hurt me...it's just weird.

"Here you are," Jonah says, pushing open the bedroom door. The bedroom is of course, gorgeous. There's huge king-sized bed against a dark purple wall in the center of the room. A massive walk-in closet with what appears to be both mine and Jonah's clothes. On the other side of the room is that master bathroom which looks very white and very clean. It sparkles even in the dark. There's a glass door that leads to a balcony with two chairs sitting on the patio. It's beautiful. Jonah leans on the door frame as I gape at the room. I turn around and he's smiling, which I hate to say is the prettiest smile I've ever seen on a man. "I'll be down the hall to your right if you need anything. Haven's room will be to the left. It's a big house so it's easy to get lost if you don't know the layout. Tomorrow, I can give you a tour if you want."

"I'd like that, thank you, Jonah," I say, hoping to get him out of here faster.

"Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight, Jonah."

I wake up and it's dark. I don't even remember falling asleep. I'm sweaty and breathing heavily. I need some water or some fresh air. I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It's dead. Fuck. I slide out of bed and put my hands in front of me, desperate to find the light switch. Why's it so fucking dark in here? I find the doorknob and twist it open. The hall is dark too except for a light coming from a cracked open doorway. I walk toward it and as I get closer, I hear soft singing coming from inside. It's a slightly familiar song. It becomes more distinct the closer I get. I'm right outside the door and I realize the person singing is Jonah and the song is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. As if sensing me, he stops singing and looks up. He sees me and I can't even pretend like I'm not there.

"I was just looking for the bathroom," I lie. I open the door a bit wider and get nauseous as I see what room he's in. It's a nursery. "S-sorry, I hope I wasn't interrupting anythi-"

"Oh no, not at all," Jonah smiles, but it's a fake one. I can tell. "Bathroom is right across the hall on your left."

"Thanks," I say.

He doesn't get up to join me or point out the fact that there was a bathroom in the bedroom I was in. I flip on the light and wince at the brightness. I pee and wash my hands and then drink the water from the tap. When I exit, the door to the nursey is still open and the light is still on, which means Jonah is still in there. I feel bad just walking by, so I walk back across the hall. Jonah's head is in his hands, and I suddenly feel really guilty about all of this. He's mourning not only the loss of his unborn child, but the technical loss of his wife a well. I've been a massive bitch.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He shoots his head up and looks at me, rubbing his wrist across his eyes as if to hide the fact that he was crying. "Yeah," he says quickly. "Do you need help to you room?"

"I don't think so," I say, "just...two doors down?"

"Three," Jonah says with a smile.

"Yikes. Well, goodnight," I say turning around.

"Don't go."

"Hmm?"

"Don't leave. Haven told me about you looking for plane tickets, and...and I know it's selfish me, but I can't...I can't do this without you. I need you. And I know this might be a lot for you to hear right now and you're probably feeling very overwhelmed, but...please? Just give it some time. Give me a month, and if you still don't remember anything or you've decided you hate it here, then you can go. But give me that. Give me a month. A month to help you remember why you fell in love with me in the first place."

He's looking at me with pleading eyes, he's poured his heart out to me. And even though he's clearly sleep deprived and depressed, he's still somehow beautiful. And as I'm standing in a nursery of the baby we made but never had...how could I say no?

"Okay," I whisper.

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[pansexual-puppy-pack]

day 5 of @theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2024: college!

note: i don't know how community college works. non-american here. i didn't wanna do research. im sorry americans.

Theo dug his heels into the pebbled stone of the quad.

Beacon County Community College wasn't bad, really. It's just that Liam, Mason, and Corey had dropped him off a day before, helped him move into his dorm, and left him. Alone. In a new place with new people, and he didn't even know what he wanted to major in—holy shit, what was he doing here?

He should leave. He should turn around and go. And he could! He could pack everything back up, get into his truck, and leave.

He was about to.

Like, give him a second, he'll do it.

Fuck it, who was he kidding.

Theo started walking towards Building B.

It wasn't... bad. (Yeah, Theo was skeptical. He'd never really been to any kind of college before, and although he'd memorized the map before setting foot on campus, he didn't really know his way around. In a more social sense. It didn't help that he was surrounded by Liam, Corey, and Mason yesterday, who kept pushing him towards various different groups of people that Theo kept walking away from.)

It really wasn't—it was actually pretty nice, Theo had to admit, as he opened the oddly heavy front doors and went to look for the main auditorium. Just his luck, a couple RAs with nametags were at a table covered in the school colors handing out flyers and pointing to a bunch of places.

Fuck it. Theo approached the table.

One of the RAs noticed and gave him a friendly smile. "Hiya! How can I help you?"

"Which way to the main auditorium?" Theo asked, taking a flyer she handed him.

She pointed behind her, where a crowd of people were flooding towards the end of the hall. "Turn right at the corner—which dorm are you in?"

Theo gave her a close-lipped smile. "Gansey Hall,"

She seemed to light up at that and tapped the arm of her co-RA. "Hey, I think this one's yours!"

He looked up from his laptop, where he seemed to be looking at a disgustingly huge spreadsheet, and turned to face Theo, flashing him a smile. "Hi! Henry, I'm the Gansey RA for floors three and four, you're...?"

"Theo Raeken," He introduced. "Dorm 4D."

Henry laughed at that. "God, 4D—one of my friends used to be in there. If you find any plastic rats, please tell me, I think she stole at least five."

"Noted." Theo nodded. The clock on the wall said he had ten minutes before orientation started. "Why?"

"How much time do you have?" The first RA asked. "Dot. Mare Hall RA for floors 1 and 2."

"Ten minutes," Theo said, glancing back up at the clock. "Nine." He corrected.

"Not enough time, I think," Henry said. "I'll find ya when I do. For now, you should be getting to orientation—have fun!"

Theo decided to test the waters. (Wouldn't do any harm to get in his RA's good graces.) "Listening to a room of old people talk for two hours? Always." He said, heavy on the deadpan sarcasm as he started to follow the crowd.

Henry and Dot's light laughs echoed behind him. (Good. They like him. Hopefully.)

He got a text on his phone.

liam: Don't forget to be normal about making friends

Well. Theo wasn't entirely sure if what he just did was normal or not.

In the auditorium, Theo decided to flip a proverbial coin and take an unoccupied seat between two people in a middle row.

They were pretty nice, too—on his right was a nice lady in her mid-forties who started regaling him with a short version of her life story (Margaret), and on his left was a seventeen-year-old teenager who really wanted to be a full-time archivist (Dmitri). If by "normal", Liam meant "people around Theo's age", he'd already failed it once, but Margaret took a liking to Theo and gave him her number after she learned that they'd be taking the same Biology class, so a win was a win. Dmitri also handed Theo a little crocheted mouse after the orientation, so.

Once it wrapped up—thankfully without incident and without any classes that day—Theo went back out to Henry and Dot's table, where they quickly asked if he had any snacks on him.

"No," Theo said. "But I could grab you something from the vending machine around the corner if you want,"

"Oh my god, please," Dot begged. "I like, need a chocolate bar right now."

"Anything. Literally anything." Henry said. "You could shovel me dirt from the quad and I'd eat it,"

"Okay, jesus," Theo said lightly. "I'll be back."

More than a couple thank you's followed him down the hall as he blew fifteen bucks and five minutes on the vending machine, returning to the table with two handfuls of candy bars and chips for the two of them.

"Holy shit, thank you," Henry said, ripping into a bag of chips. He ate one and whispered, "You get one free pass for this, use it wisely,"

"Henry!" Dot whisper-yelled, unwrapping a chocolate bar.

"What?" Henry asked. "He doesn't look like someone who'd need it, anyway, right, Theo?"

Theo nodded. "If my dorm's trashed, it was my friends from highschool."

"I'll take your word for it," Henry said, making a zipping motion in Dot's direction when she opened her mouth to protest.

Theo greeted them a goodbye as he walked off. He wanted to explore the campus.

[twisted-gremlin]

I feel like- TWST and pride

Heartslabuyl Pride:

- I mean, I think Riddle makes sure people in his doorm know what every day represents and do something to celebrate that in general. Informational things about whatever, haveibg them wear a colour if it involves that, haveibg a meal based on the food whatever it is. When it comes to pride, he makes sure none is gonna be an ass about it. "Its scientifically reasonable and there are studies showing that it's natural in every species to be queer, intersex, transgenderd, aromatic, and asexual." He also makes sure that those who are whatever get a chance to talk about themselves and their experiences to the first years and the first years get to too. If they want of course, he wont force them into anything. Just, dont be homophoboc or its off with your head and a shit ton of studying

- in Heartslabyl, the only student there that we are close to who probably had a bad experience is Cater. He already has had a bad home life so he has kept this extra tidbit to himself too. He let's it out more at school and is the one who keeps an eye out for those who have bad home lives or is struggling in the closet and is just kinda there for them

- Trey, he such a mom when it comes to anything, so when it comes to being gay- and you just came out. Expect a cake in the pride flag that you cane out as, but if it's unlabeled you get a rainbow. He also knows where things are for students who are transitioning, he checks in to make sure you took off your binder/boobs after 12 hours or when you're eating

- Ace probably teases you. But you get to tease him back, as the pansexual man that he is. I think he would be a big activist tough, makeing sure none gets treated poorly by anyone. And if they do, they get to deal with him, and Deuce.

- Deuce beats up homophobes with Ace. It really ticks him off when he sees that sort of thing. But he also learned from Trey where all the differnt things are for trans kids and queer kids. He needs to be a good honor student after all, so he'll be takeing over Treys work when he leaves

Savanaclaw Pride

- I feel like, Savanaclaw wouldn't do much for pride, not because they don't belive in it, because where Leona comes from, the LGBT is quite accepted. So he makes sure those who are there, know that either accept people for who they are or get the fuck out.

- Ruggie is a sly little bastard, so he keeps an ear our for any bs that happens. Reporting it to Leona quickly

- Jack, quite the gay man himself, make sure that queer students in his doorm feel accepted. If they ever ask him for help with anything, he'll be more likely to do it.

Octanavile Pride

- well- the boys are so gay- oh so very gay oh my God. They do sell pride things like pride drinks, pastries, there is little pride flags at the tables. He will hold queer date nights, drag shows(those are Year round but more often during pride, he absolutely slays in his dress). The queer students get a little revenue boost aswell, since he specifically has them working those nights

- Jade, the ever so persuasive man, makes sure that none in Octanavile is going to do harm to any of the queer students. If they do well, he and Floyd get to have some fun :>

- Floyd does drag sometimes. You can't tell me he dosent. He is so all over the place with e v e r y t h i n g (including gender, sexuality, and attraction lol) but when he does do a show he gives it his all and everyone fuckin loves it. None knows what's going to happen, but they know Floyd is gonna be awsome

Scarabia Pride

- I think, with pride being a little more quiet and underground, when either Yuu or one of the students comes out to Kalim and explains the whole thing. This man makes sure to learn everything little thing he can about it so that he can throw the most epic pride parade EVER. Jamil helps of course (a little less reluctantly because, he is so quietly gay for this man and a few others and it's nice to see Kalim in a new light)

- Jamil is alot like Trey when it comes to Trans and queer students. He has things for them if they need it, when Kalim learns about pride he shows kalim where it is and what the students would need so Kalim also has some in his room now too to help those students.

Pomfiore Pride

- Vil is already an activist for queer people. Whatever makeup he has made marketed towards queer people he makes sure is CHEAPER than regular products while keeping the quality. He has things in his room to help with trans students feel their authentic selves and will even teach them how to use them and is very strict when to use them and when not to.

- Rook knows who in the doorm is and isn't queer, and who is and isn't out. He makes sure trans students get the things that they need when their time of the month comes around, he helps queer students ask their crushes out. He is just a good support. None dares try to be homophobic, or else they face the wrath if Rook and Vil

- Epel being a Tans man that has only socially and recently started to physically transition is still quite insecure about things. But I think other trans kids would look up to him, wither amab or afab, because he has taken this chance to learn how to be a man healthily under Vil, and accept the parts of him that is feminine.

Ignahyde Pride

- first of all, the lights from the tech in thr doorm change from purely blue to one of each pride colour (some students can also select ddoffernt pride flag for it or gave a little one in the corner of their screens) Iida makes sure if you try to switch it off, it fuckin fails. He also trolls homophobes as a passtime

Diasomnia Pride

- in Briar Valley, love is such an important thing to them. It's what hatches a dragons egg after all. So, they don't discriminate on what kind of love surrounds an egg, weather it be two mothers two fathers, a mother and a father, whatever it may be. Love is important culturally. So, of Malleus hears the silly thing of someone in his doorm being discriminates against by anyone because of these trivial things. A big storm is brewing, and the one who dared to hurt thar student is going to PAY

- When it comes to Lilia, a nonbinary ✨️Icon✨️, he has adapted the most and easiest out of all those who cane from Briar Valely, so he also would have a place to store differnt things for the LGBTQ students under his care.

- Silver is very awkward and standoffish to those he dosent know well but he hopes that part of an alliance between humans and fae that the positives of both of the species rub off on eachother. He is quite supportive if someone he knows does come out to them and he makes it feel like it's just a normal thing to be and makes them feel safe to be themselves

- Sebek, is quite protective of his doorm mates and those he calls a friend. So, you better not have insulted them with no good reason behind it. Because he is LOUD.

Staff

- Crowley probably have fuck all knowledge of pride, but he may have some things for students if he knows that they are trans, just in case.

- Crewl secretly makes potions that makes his students a little more comfortable in their bodies (aka he has tans potions that gives a student the body of the opposite sex, if you want just specific things gone he would teach that student)

- Trein is a little old fashioned, but he respects his students for being who they are. He knows as much as he could about queer history that haven't been erased already and teaches what he can of it too

- Vargas is another teacher that would have access to afab products in his desk, and if you get them from him, he'll also go a little easier on you for the week

- Sam dosent do the pink tax bs at all, it'd part of why he is so popular. He knows how to market and sell to people at the best prices, no bs hideing behind the scenes or anything. He does give away pride flags or a little pride thing during pride month aswell to those he knows are supportive or queer themselves

[minheelovelee]

Heya, can I request the nsfw a-z for Yuma/&team, Heeseung and Sunoo both Enhypen? Ty 💖

Can I be the ❄️ anon

hi anon! ofc you can be snowflake! welcome to my little anon family :))) thanks for requesting, doing yuma today :P he's so interesting and very naughty. also i’m doing this wiff an edible in my system. wish me luck.

yuma nsfw a-z

warnings: nsfw :) slight cnc. slight noncon.

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

- he's so lazy. he'll fuck you stupid for hours. after he cums for the last time, he’s done done. you’re better off cleaning up in the morning, because he’s already hanging off your neck and snoring in your ear.

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

-i wouldn't say this is his favorite part, but his mouth. he's always leaving trails of marks in hidden areas. he's moved past the desire for leaving hickies. you'll find his signature bite marks in places no one else can see.

- bewbs. anything he can do concerning your rack, he’s so down for.

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

- inside. he’ll beg for it if you ask. any hole will do.

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

- yuma is so naughty. that’s the best word to describe him. he’s very sneaky with his exhibitionism. most of the time, people won’t catch on to whatever foul acts he’s engaging in right under their noses. like how he fucks you in the same room as euijoo. or when he grinds on you while they talk about important subjects. how about every time he’s made you cum on his leg during a movie night.

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

- he’s watched so much porn oh my god. everything under the sun. he’s new to the whole sex thing, but he’ll tell you he’s got year of experience under his belt. you’ll be able to tell he’s lying, when he cums after seven thrusts.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- spooning. reaching around to feel your tits is his fav thing. he likes when you spoon him too. jerking him off or fucking him deep.

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

- he’s a silly boy. when he’s feeling softer, he’s always smilin’ at you and giggling about something. definitely the type to giggle into kisses. or while he’s giving head. xoxo

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

- probably doesn’t shave. he doesn’t care to. if you tell him he doesn’t have to, he won’t.

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

- he can be romantic, i’m sure. but he’s not really a romantic guy. he’s very intimate, though. getting as close as possible, and dedicating himself to his partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- like every other day. multiple days in a row if he’s bored. he’s got a lot of extra, unspent energy that he channels into horniness.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- somnophilia: oh he’s obsessed. him sneaking into the room after work. getting his partners little hole nice and wet with spit. bullying his cock past the tight rim. wiping away tears as his baby starts to cry. love it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- bathroom/bedroom. he likes to leave the doors unlocked/ajar and give you a false sense of safety. he thinks it’s funny when people walk in. the blush it leaves on your face fuels his humiliation kink.

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

- the word “no”. he’s just going to sweet talk you into changing your mind. the word means nothing to him. it’s just a trigger word that makes him hard.

- desperation. he loves when you’re too desperate to make calculated movements. when the kissing is all tongue and teeth, the clothes don’t even need to come off. he loves it.

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

- can’t say that i have an idea for this.

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

- baby loves getting head :( he wants you gagging on his cock whenever possible. fucking your mouth >

- he’s really good at giving head. all positions. all holes. and eye contact.

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

- he’s quite fast. he doesn’t hold back with his pace. his movements are rough too. but he’s a dancer, when he applies himself, his movements are so fluid and perfect.

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

- so down. when the urge presents itself, he acts on it. sex isn’t just for home.

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

- he’s willing to take risks, even when it’s deemed as inappropriate to do so. public sex, but he’s choking you until you’re dizzy. bath sex, but he’s making you suck his cock under the water.

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

- unreasonably long. his needs are high.

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

- oh of course. he has a fleshlight to fuck when he needs a hole. he probably has some vibrator to fuck himself with. he’s likes blindfolds too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-he’s super naughty and a big tease. he only gives you enough please to feel a little nice. then he takes whatever he wants. you have to beg to feel good.

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

- whiny and annoying. it’s impossible to have sex without his roommates hearing. he got over the teasing after the first few times. they’ve been catching him getting off for years. he doesn’t keep his mouth shut. he makes really cute throaty sounds. you can’t blame him for letting everyone hear.

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

- this friend is so kind. he’s used you as a model to show his friends what sex looks like. he knows they’re inexperienced and lacking skill. he’ll teach them a thing or two while using your body. that time he let nico practice his oral technique on you. or when he had jo fuck your ass to practice lasting longer.

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

- like 4-5 inches. if he had 5.5 i’d be pleasantly surprised.

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

- if you’re here, you know.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- 7 minutes maximum. 3 minutes minimum. he’s a tired boy let him sleep. when he fucked you until he buried his cum deep inside you, then went to eat you out… then fell asleep on your pussy. whoops.