#That doesn't stop it from fucking with my perception

[actualaster]

I keep feeling like I'm slipping in and out of reality... Everything is so distant, too...

And it's like my brain is getting sensory information that doesn't exist

The feel of wind and sun and grass while sitting in a dim kitchen at dark o'clock AM, the feeling of having just been elsewhere in a city that doesn't exist despite being in my home, the jarring feeling as if I were suddenly transported between places except the places are somewhere that doesn't exist and reality

A sensation akin to but distinct from losing time

It's disorienting

My body doesn't even feel like mine...

[july-19th-club]

favorite type of villanous characters are the ones whose motivations boil down to

like they dont even have to have any stakes in the broader situation. they just have take pleasure in destruction

[chronicowboy]

Eddie calls him about ten minutes after he finishes unpacking. And Buck doesn't—panic. He doesn't! He has no reason to panic. Tommy doesn't know a damn thing about him and Eddie. And Maddie, well. She doesn't know anything either. Not this.

Nobody but him and Eddie—and Chris—understand what they are to each other, and that's okay. Buck made his peace with that long ago. Long before he even knew he liked guys. Which. Not that that matters or has any sway on his perception of his and Eddie's relation—friendship. They're just BuckandEddie. Doesn't need to be any more than that. Just his best friend.

All this to say: when Eddie calls, he doesn't panic. He takes a very respectable three deep breaths, tries not to grimace at the leather squeaking under his ass and hits the green button with a hand that absolutely isn't shaking.

Because he's not panicking. He's happy. He's so happy. He gets to talk to Eddie. For the first time since he left. Why would he be panicking? Because of some stupid assumptions from an insecure ex? Sure, right. Like he'd ever let that touch him and Eddie.

Competition, he thinks, like Tommy ever could have competed with Eddie Diaz.

"H-hey, E-eddie." Buck isn't sure why he stumbles over Eddie's name. He's had enough practice over the past few days. Said it enough times in his life that it should be able to slip out seamlessly every damn time.

"Hey, Buck." And there's Eddie sounding sure and confident and a little tired and warm and soft and so much like his best friend. Buck aches. "Just finished unpacking. Told myself I couldn't call until I was done. Incentive, y'know?"

And Buck grins. Grins so big his face hurts and he forgets all about the stupid leather couch underneath him. He imagines the two of them unpacking at the exact same moment, finishing in the same breath, still in sync even 800 miles apart. And then the second part of it hits him. Calling Buck his reward for menial, mind-numbing labour. The idea of hearing Buck's voice getting him through all the organising and reorganising and rereorganising. Fuck, he misses him.

"I, uh, I-I actually just unfinished packing too," Buck replies. A beat too late maybe. Doesn't matter. Eddie huffs a laugh, nothing matters but that.

"No shit. Should've known it'd take us a while to shake off the synchronicity." And Eddie's voice is so warm, so fond, it soothes the ache of the inevitable loss of their bond. That special tie between them that never let them stray too far soon to be severed. And then, like Eddie can hear him, "still a team even two states apart, huh?"

"Always a team," Buck replies, too soon this time probably. Doesn't matter. Not when he can hear Eddie's smile.

"How's the house treating you?" he asks, words shaped into something beautiful by the curve of Eddie's lips. But still, Buck's heart drops right out of his ass.

How does he answer that?

I missed you so much I couldn't sleep here without you. I didn't unpack because the house still feels like yours. The house still feels like yours because I wish it was. Yours. I couldn't sleep because you weren't snoring down the hallway. And the one night I did sleep here I had to fuck my ex as a distraction just to try and forget that you should be the one in that bedroom.

But he can't say any of that. He can't.

"Uhhhhhh." He blinks. Has forgotten every word in the English language.

"Buck?" Eddie's smile is gone.

"Why'd you stop talking to Tommy when we broke up?"

Silence. Fuck.

"He broke your heart, Buck," Eddie says slowly, evenly, too controlled. Hiding something. "Why the hell would I talk to him?"

"B-because. You guys were friends before me and him got together."

Eddie's straight. Tommy scoffs. Friends.

"And I promised to have your back five years before I even knew he existed," Eddie replies simply. "There was no competition there, Buck."

Oh. Oh, shit.

"How, um, how did you find out about that anyway?" Eddie asks when Buck's silence stretches on too long. "Not that it was a secret or anything. I just... I didn't tell you because I didn't think it mattered. And I know you didn't call Tommy, so..."

"No, n-no, I didn't call him." And he didn't is the thing. Didn't call him to apologise like he said he would to Maddie. Just. Let it lay.

"What aren't you telling me, Buck?" Eddie sighs. Buck misses his fucking sighs.

"Ravi called him. Well, found him. At the bar. And brought him over."

"Jesus Christ." And Buck can see him clear as day, bridge of his nose pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "Remind me to send Ravi a strongly worded e-mail on how to be your partner."

Buck kind of really wants to read that fucking email.

"We slept together," Buck blurts out.

Silence. Fuck.

"You and Ravi...?"

"No." Buck barks out a laugh. A startled sound. "No, not Ravi."

"Okay, okay, good," Eddie breathes out. "Because that would not be one of the points of the e-mail." Buck snorts again. Sobers instantly. Gets a sharp little pang in the pit of his stomach. No reason. "So. Tommy."

"Yeah." Buck ducks his head. "Tommy."

"Did you..." Eddie struggles with something for a moment, and Buck finds himself sitting up straighter, bracing for whatever comes next. "I mean, did you... When you... y'know, did you go to his or-or... yours?"

Buck bluescreens. Blacks out maybe. What the fuck?

"Um, y-yours or, no, mine. M-mine. It was closer. To the bar. And I—" And he what? What? What is it lurking in the shadows of his brain, slipping through his fingers like sand every time he thinks he's close enough to hold?

"Okay." Eddie says it like he's taking a punch.

"Is-is that, I mean, th-that's okay, right?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd classify sleeping with your ex as okay." Eddie makes some sort of noise. Half anguished and half furious. "Where the hell does he get off—" your bedroom, Buck thinks deliriously "—hooking up with the guy who's heart he broke?"

"He didn't break my heart, Eddie." Says it. Realises it's true.

"Oh, yeah, sure."

"He was scared I was gonna break his, remember?"

"Dumb," Eddie says succinctly. Buck snorts.

"I'm not getting back together with him or anything. It was just a one time thing. You don't have to worry about me showing up on your doorstep to brood again."

Silence. Again. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

"I think I'd be okay with it, if it brought you to my door," Eddie whispers.

Tears sting in Buck's eyes. He presses the bottom of his phone into his forehead until it begins to hurt. Clears his throat.

"How's the fixer-upper?"

Best friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. But.

[kit-kat-katie]

the art of mixology (& making out)

a/n: oh i'm SO freaked out over these two, please sedate me before I return to my docs and write another fic to indulge myself (also ty for almost 1k notes on my first fic for them!!! that's so crazy that so many people are as whipped for the breaker box boys as I am <33)

pairing: eddie x volt x gender-neutral! reader (romantic)

tw: heavy sexual themes but without the smut, light mention of ropes and bondage, some implied consent, a bit of voyeurism, this is my first time writing something with hints of smut plz be gentle!

summary: When you arrive at the breaker box, Volt gives you a special mission: help Eddie relax for the night. You then discover that Eddie was told by Volt to help you relax. You both decide to mess with Volt in return. - 4.7k words! [ao3 link!]

“Live wire!”

You've grown accustomed to Volt's warm presence in the Breaker Box, especially when he comes up to greet you. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” His hand is extended out to you, and you gladly take it.

You don't deny him the pleasure of his customary greeting - a gentle kiss placed on the back of your hand - or of seeing its effect on you as your face warms at the gesture.

“I wanted to stop by and see you and Eddie…” You trail off while attempting to hide the real reason behind your visit.

Sure, you did want to see Eddie and Volt, but you mostly wanted to help out around the bar so they could have a bit of time to themselves. Your lovers always worked so hard to maintain the house and the bar, and they deserved a bit of time to rest and recharge.

But Volt, ever-the-perceptive Volt, sees right through your bullshit.

“And?” His voice softens, awaiting your answer.

Fuck it.

“...and I wanted to see if either of you needed any help tonight.”

Volt laughs as he pulls you close to him, and his free hand finds the small of your back. Your internal temperature kicks up a few degrees as his magnetic pull draws you in closer. He really does have a way of flustering you with only innocent gestures and touches.

“Well, if you insist on working, then I have quite the job in mind for you.” Volt's tender gaze leaves you for a moment as he looks towards the bar.

You follow his eyes as they fall on Eddie, who dutifully cleans behind the bar. He's completely, blissfully unaware of the way you and Volt are looking at him.

“As persuasive as I am,” He pauses to lean in towards you, his hot breath just barely kissing your lips, “I can't seem to make Eddie relax tonight.”

His insinuation doesn't fly over your head, but you find it hard to focus when he's this close to you and refusing to capture your lips with his.

Focus on what he's telling you now, then you can kiss him all you want later.

While dizzy from Volt's close proximity, you giggle softly as your gaze wanders toward Eddie again.

“And you think I can do it?”

“I think you underestimate your own charms and persuasions, my spark.” Volt pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss as your hands desperately reach out for any part of him you could touch.

He won't allow anything further than a single kiss as he pulls away from you, but Volt is pleased by your enthusiasm and want.

“There's plenty of time for that later, live wire.” The allure and temptation in his voice makes your body run even hotter than it was before. 

“How am I supposed to make him relax?” You breathily ask.

Volt's expression changes from loving to mischievous as his hand runs up and down your spine.

“Get creative.”

Your thoughts run amuck, ranging from sweet to seductive, as Volt offers you a parting kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the growing crowd.

Part of you wants to go and chase after him, to beg for more affection, but you know he'll be unhappy if you don't at least attempt to do as he says.

“Good little spark.”

His voice echoes in your head, and desire for him courses through your veins as you make your way towards the bar area.

Although you're sure that you won't fully be able to shake off Volt's electrifying influence over you, you do hope that you'll be able to cool off a bit before you find Eddie.

By the time you reach Eddie, he's managed to finish cleaning the bartending area around him. The only thing remaining is a small shot glass on the bar top, and it's filled with some sort of whiskey that Eddie poured for himself.

An idea forms in your head as you take a seat at the bar once Eddie turns away from the seating area.

You didn't really like shooting whiskey straight, as it tasted and smelled like the liquid form of a permanent marker, but you couldn't help yourself from taking the shot when Eddie turns back around to face you.

“What the fuck are you-”

He pauses when you finish downing the shot, and the familiar burn in your mouth and throat creeps in as you do your best to not make a disgusted face.

You shudder as the liquid travels into your stomach, and you gently exhale as the scent of whiskey covers your breath.

“I should kick you out for drinking the owner's booze.” Eddie says with a small laugh at the end of his sentence. 

“Don't worry, I don't plan on drinking any more of that.” You do your best not to gag as you push the glass away from you.

“I can tell.” There's the briefest smile of amusement on his face before he grabs the glass and pours some sort of red liquid into it. “Drink this. It'll help with the burn.”

You don't hesitate to grab the glass from Eddie when he offers it to you, and you sigh in relief when the taste of artificial cherry hits your tongue. It cools down your throat while also mixing well with the whiskey in your mouth.

You mutter a small ‘thank you’ before passing the glass back to him.

“Can I make you a drink, or are you going to steal mine all night?” Eddie sounds tired and annoyed, but the faintest trace of a smile on his lips tells you otherwise.

“I wasn't trying to steal your drink-” You attempt to defend yourself, but he won't let you get another word in.

“-really? What were you trying to do?”

He leans in closer, setting the glass down and resting both of his hands on the bar table. 

A smug smile lands on your face as you rest your arms on the table and allow yourself to close the distance between the two of you.

“I was only trying to enhance the flavor for you, Eddie.”

And then you press your lips against his in a brief and, for now, innocent-enough kiss. He tastes like a strong whiskey sour, just as always, but you're more curious about what you taste like to him. Cherry? Whiskey? A bit of both, maybe?

You can't help but laugh as you take in the sight in front of you. Eddie's flustered, as he always is when you're affectionate with him, but there's a want and desire in his eyes that wasn't there before.

Somehow, he always had a way of looking at you like you were the only two people in the room.

Your laughter quickly dies in your throat when he recaptures your lips in a romantic, affectionate kiss.

It's enough to make your head spin as you reach out for him, to grab his clothes, arms, face, hair, or whatever part of him you can grasp first.

“Live wire-” Eddie breaks away from you to rest his head against yours. “Not here.”

His voice is so desperate for you that you want to kiss him again and again, but you know he's right - it'd be very inappropriate for the two of you to start anything here.

“Where?” You breathily say.

You're so intoxicated by one single gesture that anything - no, anywhere - sounds good to you.

“There's a few bottles in the back that I'd like to try.” A heavy blush rests on Eddie's face as he looks away from you for a moment. 

Oh, he really liked what you did to him.

“I'd love to try them.” A love-sick grin rests on your face as you pull yourself away from him. “Lead the way?”

You don't remember when or how Eddie ended up next to you, but he gently takes your hand in his own, and he leads you through the crowd towards one of the backrooms in the Breaker Box. You remember your way around most of the bar, but this path is unfamiliar to you.

You find yourself in front of a door you don't remember, as Eddie nervously fiddles with the key for a moment before unlocking the door and pulling you inside.

You're plunged into darkness when the door closes behind you, but you're not there for long as the lights come on above you.

You're starstruck by the large amount of bottles that line every shelf and table in the room. From what you could see, you'd be able to find a drink for anyone, no matter how refined or specific their pallet might be.

The gentle click! of the door lock behind you pulls you back into the moment - you're really in for it now, as the only other person with a key is Volt.

Volt.

Shit.

You're not quite sure if what you're doing right now is technically relaxing, but Eddie has an air of ease about him as he gently guides you through the shelves upon shelves of bottles.

Drinking can be a form of relaxation, right? …Even if he's not technically drinking himself?

You push the thought to the back of your mind as you find yourself towards the back of the storage room.

A small desk sits in front of you, and it's one of the few spaces in the room that isn't covered in liquor bottles. Two chairs are sat next to each other - one for Volt, one for Eddie - and a small notebook lays open on the desk.

Upon closer inspection, you can see Volt and Eddie's handwriting in the notebook, detailing certain liquor/flavor combinations that go well together.

Ah, so this is where they experiment with different drinks and such.

You choose not to pry; instead, you take a seat as Eddie grabs a few bottles from a nearby shelf. You eagerly watch as he sets three of them down on the desk next to you. 

Your stomach drops when you recognize the liquid in the first bottle - you have nothing against vodka, but one-too-many nights out with friends and a morning date with your toilet have made you weary of trying it again.

The second bottle appears to be a dark rum, given that you recognize the pirate on the label of the bottle. You're not sure if you'd recognize the flavor right away, but you'd be willing to try it again.

The third bottle has a more golden hue to it, and you can't quite tell what it is until you reach for it.

Tequila.

A small smile spreads across your face as you inspect the bottle. You have fond memories of taking shots of tequila with Sam when either of you weren't too busy with work. There's a flicker of a happy memory with an old flame where you tried a couple of tequila-based drinks with them.

Besides, who didn't like drinking margaritas?

Bottoms up, then. 

You go to unscrew the cap, but Eddie grabs the bottle out of your hand.

“What are you-”

You pause when he grabs a pour spout from a desk drawer and replaces the lid on the bottle with the spout.

It's at this moment that you realize that there isn't a single shot glass around the two of you.

Clearly confused, you don't understand how this little experiment of yours will continue on until Eddie's hand gently grabs your chin.

…Oh.

Heat creeps up your neck and rests on your face as he looks into your eyes.

“You're okay with this?” He gently asks, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face while looking you dead in the eyes.

You're already breathless and tongue-tied, despite the lack of any sort of physical intimacy.

“Yeah.” 

You manage to let him know that you are very okay with this before you open your mouth in compliance.

You're surprised at how smooth the tequila goes down your throat - probably because you haven't gone out drinking in a long time - but it leaves behind a mixture of citrus and spices in your mouth.

You don't have any time to think or respond before the taste of blackberry hits your palette. You've never had a blackberry margarita before, but you're sure it would taste something like the mixture of flavors in your mouth.

You breathe out, enjoying the way that everything mixes on your breath.

Eddie really knows how to make a damn good cocktail.

You allow him to set the bottle down before standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Want a taste?” 

He answers your teasing with a kiss that's full of passion and want. His hands easily rest on the side of your abdomen as he takes his time fully exploring the flavor profile on your lips.

You have to catch your breath when Eddie breaks away from you, but you make sure to keep your head close to his.

“Taste good?” You ask.

You take a moment to savor this closeness, the feeling of his breath on your check and his hands on you, as you await an answer.

“Yes.” 

His eyes flicker down to your lips for a brief moment before he looks at you.

You laugh as you're happy with your effect on him.

“Something else, then?”

You let one of your hands rest on his shoulder as the other reaches out for one of the forgotten bottles on the table.

Eddie's hand catches your wrist before you can place your fingers on another bottle.

“You,” his breath is haggard and his voice is shallow, desperate, and needy, “I just want to taste you.”

The energy in the room immediately shifts, and a different sort of heat takes over your body.

He's going to make you short-circuit at this rate.

You don't hesitate to pounce on him.

You push and pull your lips from his in an unsynchronized fashion that would drive anyone wild as your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, where you grab onto his jacket for dear life.

Whatever space is in-between the two of you, it's simply too much to bear. You need him as close to you as humanly (objectly?) possible.

Eddie's all-in, matching you perfectly in intensity as you pull and grab at whatever parts of clothing and limbs you can touch. 

You must look like an absolute wreck by the time you pull yourself away from him for a gasp of air, and you only make that assumption based on how disheveled he looks. 

When you finally look Eddie in the eyes, you're expecting some romantic intimacy or pure, sweet, loving moment; however, you both start snickering once you've fully absorbed the state of one another.

“You look like a disaster.” Eddie throws a playful jab your way before you scoff in response.

“You look worse than me!”

“I always look worse than you, live wire. That's not much of an accomplishment.” 

“Shut up.” You gently push him away from you before eyeing the bottles on the desk. 

You desperately miss Eddie's touch as you break apart from him to set the bottles on a nearby shelf.

Don't want to make any more work for us.

His hands reach out for you, and you happily wrap yourself in his arms before planting a small kiss on his face.

“You're not sick of me yet?”

“Sick of you?” You're almost offended by his question, and you would be if you knew he wasn't teasing you, “Eddie, I can hardly get enough of you.”

His face was flushed from your previous encounter, but your words make a strong blush appear on his face.

You don't let him make another comment; instead, you place soft kisses along his jawline in an effort to show your love, your want for him.

“Live wire-” His voice is strangled, but he makes no attempt to stop you as your trail of kisses lead back to his lips.

“Let me take care of you, Eddie.” You mumble in-between kisses before making a quick maneuver to pin him against the desk. Your outstretched arms serve to box him in as you kiss him again and again.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, but the comfortable rhythm that you’ve set is interrupted when Eddie pulls away from you.

“What are you-”

The question dies in your throat when you find that you’re the one pinned to the desk instead of him.

“Eddie-” 

Your protests fall on deaf ears when he gently kisses your cheek before muttering in your ear.

“Let me take care of you.”

Touché, asshole.

After the intensity of your previous affections, you’re surprised when Eddie places soft, sweet kisses on you that follow a trail from your lips to your neck. He continues to pay extremely close attention to your neck until he finds the one spot that makes you curl further into him.

“There?” He mutters, to no one in particular, before placing another soft kiss in that spot.

This time, you let out a soft whine, which causes him to laugh.

“Cute.”

“Don’t tease.” You shyly look away for a moment, but your attention is quickly brought back to him once he resumes his attack on your neck.

You have to bite your lip hard in order to stop the sounds that threaten to escape your mouth, especially when Eddie chooses to leave a few hickeys on your neck. You’d be terrified, absolutely mortified, if anyone were to see you in such a state. But you don’t seem to mind when Eddie seems far too eager to reroute your train of thought back to him.

Although you don’t mind the extra attention from him, you were supposed to help him relax first. You can find all of the pleasure you need afterwards - you’re positive of it.

You pull Eddie in for a tender kiss as your hands land on his chest, and you use this moment of vulnerability to flip your positions once again so he’s pinned against the desk instead of you.

“Eddie, please,” You begin before he can say otherwise, “just relax.”

There’s more you want to say to him, to tell him every sweet little thought that’s racing through your mind. He should relax because he’s definitely fucking earned it, and he has two people who are more than willing to help him relax in any way possible.

You’re nervous about his reaction, but there’s nothing for you to fear when one of his hands finds yours.

“You first.” Eddie’s voice is soft, with a twinge of concern interlaced in his words. “Volt told me that you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

“I-” You pause to consider his words.

He wasn’t wrong - you had been running around your house like a crazy person over the last few days, trying to solve every problem that the objects in your house had. You didn’t really mind giving so much of yourself to them. It felt nice to be wanted for once.

Wait, did he say that Volt told him-

“Volt told you to help me relax?” You hesitate for a moment until Eddie nods. “Volt told me to help you relax because you seemed unable to.”

“Volt.” He grumbles, and you can’t help but laugh as you pull away from him for a moment.

“He knows us far too well, that we’d be so caught up in helping each other that neither of us would consider why we were, ah-” Your eyes widen as heat rushes to your face. “Was Volt planning on watching us?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything - he simply runs his free hand through his hair as your mind races.

Well, if Volt wanted a show, then a show he’ll get.

“I’m sorry that he-”

You cut off Eddie’s apology with a small kiss on the lips.

“Don’t. I have an idea.”

“Which is?”

“Follow my lead.”

~

The taste of rum coats your tongue before you press your lips to Eddie’s cheek. He quickly returns the gesture, and you smile warmly at him. You have to pace yourself so you’re not wasted by the time Volt finds you and Eddie. Luckily, you have plenty to distract yourself with in the meantime.

Just as you had discussed, neither you or Eddie acknowledge the footsteps that you hear. You, instead, focus on nothing except placing kisses all over Eddie until you hear a familiar laugh.

“Having fun, are we?”

Your eyes dart to the side for a moment, just to briefly acknowledge Volt’s presence, before pulling Eddie in even closer. He takes the hint and presses small kisses to your lips until Volt wraps two arms around your stomach and pulls you away from him.

“Ignoring me won't end well for you, live wire.” Volt offers you a stiff warning, but there's a bit of curiosity in his gaze as he takes in the sight before him.

“I was just trying to help Eddie relax, just like you said.” You softly admit before playing with a strand of Volt’s hair.

Volt pauses for a moment before laughing to himself.

“You both look very relaxed. Especially you, Eddie.”

“Volt-”

“Eddie-”

“Enough.” Your voice causes both of them to stop talking. “You got what you wanted, Volt, didn’t you?”

You pull away from Volt, ever-so-slightly, so you can analyze his expression. You’re pleasantly surprised when he seems a bit flustered by your question.

You giggle to yourself before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“But that’s not all you wanted, is it, Volt? You were hoping for a bit of a show, right?”

Volt is always so confident, especially when it comes to you and Eddie. You’re normally used to him looking at you as a tiger looks at his prey, but the pure vulnerability in his eyes nearly makes you change your mind.

Nearly.

“My spark, please allow me to-” Volt nearly chokes on his words when you force him into a nearby chair.

“I’ll give you a show, Volt, as long as you behave.” You offer him an ultimatum as you show him a bundle of rope that just happened to be laying around.

“There’s no need, darling,” He purrs as his hands rest on his knees, “I’ll behave.”

“Good.” You look over to Eddie, who hesitates for a moment before handing you a bottle of liquor. “Do you want to help?”

Eddie thinks to himself for a moment before a light blush appears on his face.

“I'd rather watch.”

He steps aside as you grab the pour spout and attach it to the bottle in your hand.

You raise the bottle to your lips, and you take a healthy swig. Drops of liquor run down your chin, but for now, you pay them no mind.

The atmosphere is hot and tense as you slowly approach Volt. The bottle leaves your hand and sits on the table as you plan your next move.

Volt watches you with barely-contained hunger - he would've devoured you by now if he wasn't so damn curious about what you two were doing in here.

You gently straddle Volt as your hands come to rest on his shoulders. Instinctively, one of his hands comes to rest on your side.

“Hands off.” You offer a singular warning, which earns you a groan from him.

“But you look so divine, my light-”

“Volt.” Your voice would be downright scary in any other context, but you need to show Volt who's really in-charge here. 

“Eddie-” His eyes are pleading as he looks over to Eddie, who simply scoffs.

“Don't look at me.”

Volt's desperate gaze shifts over to you, and his head drops for a moment as his hand returns to his side.

Your hand finds his chin as you force him to look you in the eyes. 

“Do you want to know what Eddie and I were doing in here before you walked in?”

He can barely hold your gaze as he answers. 

“Yes.”

You're intoxicated by the power you hold over him. It's no wonder why he enjoys teasing you and Eddie so much.

“We were trying out some new liquor for the bar…” You pause, pretending to think for yourself for a moment, “would you like to try some?”

“Please, live wire, whatever you need-” Volt stops talking when you lean in close enough to kiss him.

You could end this right here by simply giving Volt what he wants. But that wouldn't be any fun, especially when he lied to you and Eddie.

You smile mischievously before gently blowing a bit of air onto Volt's lips.

“Not yet,” You pull away from him to shift your weight into a more comfortable position, which causes Volt to moan, “Eddie?”

One hand leaves Volt's shoulder to beckon Eddie forward while your other hand grabs a spare drop of liquor that threatens to run off your face. You offer that small drop to Volt, who quickly licks it off of your finger.

You guide Eddie to the other side of Volt before placing both of your hands on Volt's chest.

“You're doing good, Volt, just a little longer.” You gently praise him before expectantly looking at Eddie.

Eddie's hands lay on Volt's shoulders as you lean up to kiss Eddie. He pulls you in closer to him, which pushes you further into Volt.

You're only interrupted by a small whine from Volt, which causes you to smile as you break apart from Eddie.

“Yes, Volt?”

You want an answer from him - any answer will do, especially if it's him begging you to touch or kiss him.

But that answer never comes. He can't seem to formulate the words as his hands fidget at his side.

“Tongue-tied?” You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “I never expected that from you, of all people.”

“Volt?” Eddie squeezes Volt's shoulders. “You alright?”

“I'm fine.” His voice lacks the normal composure and confidence it usually contains.

You've really and truly flustered the man in front of you. The heavy blush on his face as he can't look you or Eddie in the eye is a tell-tale sign.

“Volt, next time you're worried about either of us, just tell us.” You murmur before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “And if you want us to make out in front of you, say something.”

A small blush forms on Eddie's cheeks as Volt's arms wrap around your waist.

A warm smile spreads across his face. He might’ve been flustered for a moment, but no he's back to his usual self.

“I quite like this side of you, live wire. Demanding, cold, teasing… don't you agree?” Volt stares at Eddie, who grumbles in agreement.

Heat rushes to your face as you attempt to get off of Volt, but his arms keep you tethered in place.

“Not so fast, little wire. Don't you think I get a reward for being so well-behaved?”

“You call that well-behaved?” Eddie rolls his eyes before looking at you. “It's up to you.”

“Fine,” You nod at Volt, “you can pick which one of us-”

You don't even get to finish your statement before Volt smashes his lips against your own. 

The usual control and restraint in his affection is completely gone. You've managed to trap yourself in a flurry of affection that starts with hot, wet kisses that go from your lips to any available part of your skin that he can touch.

“You're irresistible, my spark,” Volt says in-between kisses, “especially when you deny me the pleasure of touching you.”

Volt only relents once he's satisfied with the amount of marks and kisses he's left all over you. His attention turns to Eddie as he pulls the other man into a heated kiss.

You're more than content to watch them, especially when Volt occasionally squeezes your waist, but they break apart from each other before you can truly take them in.

Volt looks from Eddie, to you, then back to Eddie as a wicked smile spreads across his face.

A familiar glint settles in his eyes, one that always sets every vein in your body on fire.

“Why don't I help you both relax?”

[carbonfiction]

Line to cross

Summary: When DBF!oldman!Logan catches you in a compromising position.. You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..

Warnings?: 18+themes, basically PWP, smut, female masturbation, caught masturbating, mentions of dildos, swearing, nipple play, f!reciving oral, slightly forced orgasm? Tiny bit of overstim? Lotta Praise, nicknames (princess and babydoll mostly) , just oldman!Logan's mouth being a warning of its own really..

Gotta admit i wrote this with nothing more than horny brain. Old man logan just.. Hits the spot yk.. Pun not fully intented..

Masterlist words: just under 2.5k

"Now.. What do we have here?" Logan rumbles as he stands heavy against your doorway, arms crossed with a smirk tugging at his lips.

You shriek and scramble, like ice water has been pushed through your veins, rushing to cover yourself from his gaze. Practically naked and beyond mortified as you stutter biwildered whilst trying to tug your top back over your breasts. “w-what the fuck are you doing?! How long have you been stood there?”

“..what am I doing? I think I should be the one asking you that, princess.”

He ignores the second part of your question and you feel yourself try to shrink to no avail, so you repete; voice breathlessly unsteady and not quite sure if you truly want the answer. “How fucking long Logan..”

there’s bite to your tone but not in the way you’d like, it comes out less aggressive and more meek; unsure and utterly mortified

“long enough” Logan simply shrugs, notchulantly stepping forward into the expanse of your room, clicking the door shut behind him. “wasn’t exactly planning on dropping in, figured you were out.. but then I heard you from downstairs, called my name sounded desperate.. so I assumed something was wrong..” he trails off with a motion of his hands.

Shame swirls In your gut that you hadn’t only been thinking of him, but had fucking moaned out his name..and done so loud enough that (even without his hightend senses) he’d heard you.

“looks like i was the one wrong. Hadn't expected to come up here and see daddies little angel fuckin herself stupid on some plastic cock.”

“W-wasn’t, Logan i-“ it’s a futile defense, pointless really considering what you think he’s seen of you.

“You weren’t what hm? Weren't whimpering my name? Weren't splitting that pretty pussy open to the though of me, trying to make yourself feel good?" Logans hand laces with yours, as he bares down on the matress to sit, a calloused thumb ghosting over your knuckles in an attempt at comfort despite the mockery of his tone. "S’okay princess, don’t have to hide it”

heat spreads from the tips of your ears down your neck, darkening the already hot flush of your cheeks. “Logan I- I swear I didn’t mean-“

“Didnt mean what? To fuck yourself stupid or for me to catch you? Cause babydoll it looks like you failed at both”

A sound bubbles from your throat at that. shame, embarrassment, horror, arousal.. All knotting together in a potent mix deep in your stomach.

Your legs subconsciously close tighter under the thin sheet, a move that doesn't go unnoticed under logans perception.

its also a move that further jostles the dildo still tucked inside you, the blunt head prodding against a spot that has your eyes rolling before you can stop them.

You whimper a panicked little sound at the humiliation; at the lack of friction, the pleasure still festering in your gut. The words that fall so mockingly from logans lips.

He doesnt need his senses to feel the shameful arousal that radiates from your haistily hidden body and it has him huffing in amusement; whilst you scold yourself further for not removing the toy in your panic.

"Cmon, open up.. let me help" he murmurs, his large free hand grasping and pulling at the blanket covering you. It slips down further, covering only your waist- You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..

And yet, you do. You want- need- to cross it with carelessness; with arousal burning your skin inside out.

You let him slip the fabric down past your hips. Past your clenched thighs, your knees, ankles. Until it sits in a discarded heap at the end of your bed.

Its the cool air of the room paired with the feeling of his calloused palm snaking its way back up your left leg that rouses you. "B-but logan, my dad is-"

"-Is gone. work called." he interups, his fingers kneading at the soft skin of your outer thigh. "Trust me s’okay.. S' just us. Me 'n you babydoll."

And with that said, a small reassured nod shaking your frame, his large hands pry your legs appart. Your body shuffles with his following, right leg coming to sit over the broad expance of his shirt clad shoulder, the bed creaking under the weight.

A scratchy kiss is planted just above each of your knees, logans beard rubbing as he shifts with you, coming to rest between your thighs.

The sounds of your heavy breath is the only thing filling the room until logan groans, deep and loud at the sight of your bare pussy still stuffed full of the the toy. "Fuckin lookatcha, already drooling.. such a needy little thing”

You keen at the feeling of his heavy hands touching your body, one sitting heavy on your lower stomach and the other resting against the base of the toy, careful not to move it just yet. You can tell by the way hes looking at you he's taking in the sight of your slick stuffed cunt.

"Want ya to show me what feels good, how you like to be touched.. show me what you were doin before i caught you" his words are quiet, mumbled against your thigh, yet demanding as his eyes find yours for that extra confirmation.

Your head moves in a nod but he tuts disapproving at the action. "Words princess, need ya to use em okay?"

"Y-yeah.. okay"

Wordlessly your hands drift back to your top, slipping it back to rest just below your collar bones, nipples perky and sensitive. It draws an exhale from your body as one hand comes up to your mouth, spit covering two fingers as you suck at them.

Once sufficiently wet they slip back against your left nipple, slick and shiney as you circle teasingly at the bud while your free hand gropes at the flesh on the other side, before moving to mirror the movements on the right. this time palm fondling against the swell of the left.

Your eyes fall closed at the sensations, quiet sounds falling from your lips; steady yet shy. Logan simply watches on, silent and enamored with every move you make.

Then your hand drifts once more, down your tummy and over the hand of his resting there, your touch soft and warm.

Theres a breathy sigh as you wrap your fingers around his on the base of the dildo as you push and pull back and forth. Alternating between the feeling of the silicon balls deep and the tip sitting bearly inside until it slips out with a thoroughly wet pop.

It's this time however logan cant muffle his groans at the sight; of you dragging his hand with the toy cock up and down your dripping slit. It further hardens his own cock sitting behind the denim of his jeans.

Logan lets go under your grip, using it to push your legs open wider as you slide the toy back inside; maintaining a steady pace. palm hitting your swolen clit with the force of your own thrusts. It feels good, fucking yourself like this with his eyes hungrily on you. It has you whining and keening, small uh uh uhs the longer you play but its not enough, not really.

Not when logan is laying between your legs with the knowledge of how to really get you off.

"L-logan, please.. Cant.. Doesnt feel as good myself" you huff and whine sounding akin to a petulant child not getting what she wants.. But in a cruel way you find thats true; while you aren't anywhere near a child anymore, you aren't getting what you really want.

The heavy hand that rests on your tummy moves down, until Logan's thumb presses on the hood of your clit. He tugs the swollen flesh back carefully and then smirks. He spits and you gasp. Yet he makes no moves, just watches it dribble down.

It has the need burning inside of you igniting further and under his touch you find any past embarrassment dissipating.

So you plead again, feeble and quiet, almost defeated. "P-please do something.. Need you to do it." you beg for the smallest movements, for anything he's willing to give.

And to your surprise... He does just that. He gives. The hand that opened your legs moving to shove away the fingers that wrap around the end of the silicon. Its done with an indignant shush when you whine; the dildo once again moving back and forth against your gummy walls. "Shh shh, s'okay I'll do it, you wanna fuck a plastic cock you've gotta at least do it properly princess”

The room fills with wet plap, plap, plaps, as logan keeps his quickened pace. Thrusting the toy steady as his eyes watch each motion hungrily.

"F-feels good.." you mumble squeezing at the meat of your tits, a hand coming down your stomach until it wraps tight around his thick forearm. Your nails dig in and he grunts at the sting of the crescent shapes denting his marred skin, but his movements never faulter.

Your eyes flutter and roll once more at a full thrust. The blunted bulbous tip prodding experimentally at that one spot again; slick and sticky silicone balls pressed flush against your ass as your hips try to buck for friction.

“ooh, there. we. go." logan huffs against your trembling thigh atop his shoulder, punctuating his words with three rougher thrusts. plunging the silicone dildo so deep you swear you feel it in your belly. "that’s the spot huh baby”

"M-mhm.. Close" You mumble through quiet moans. nodding quickly, lip bitten beneath your teeth as the pleasure builds faster and faster. Theres a tremble in your legs that grows the longer your body keens; back arching and hips writhing.

A condecenting chuckle slips from logan, dark and deep as he somehow manages to plunge the dildo faster and harder inside you.

The force makes your body jolt up the bed and you dont know if your scrambling towards or away from whats happening between your thighs. But you do find yourself greatful as your head hits the soft pillows; It happens the very same moment logans thumb finally, finally begins circling the pulsing bud of your clit.

Mindlessly you cry out, fingers pressing harder into your breast and logans forearm. "S-so close.. pleasepleaseplease"

His thumb moves faster, the rough pad slick and wet as you throb beneath his touch. Your body writhes as you moan out obscenities, the pleasure filled coil in your belly twisting tighter with every second that passes.

"Need you to do it babydoll, need to see you make a mess f'me." he growls, commanding.

Moments later you do just that. You cum with a such a visceral sob of his name that it wracks the entirety of your body; head thrown to the pillows and back arched so high it almost looks painful. White hot pleasure running through your veins as your stomach muscles heave.

Yet logan doesnt stop, doesnt let up his movements with his thumb or the now soaking toy cock, thrusting it with loud lewd noises of your cunt as it coats creamy with your release.

He simply coos out concoctions of praise; versions of 'that's it, Atta girl' and 'look so pretty when you cum' with his head pressed against your trembling thigh. Eyes dark and watching the way your slickend holes greadily clench.

He's hard, painfully so, but he knows this is a sight that he'll dream about later; his own slick cock in hand in the confines of his bedroom.

Overstimulation quickly threads its way into what was once overwhelming pleasure, turning the shocks into sparks. You writhe and moan under his hands, begging desperately as your hips buck frantic. "L-logan.. Im done- f-fuck s' too much, too much!"

"Ah ah" he tuts. "Your done when i say your done, need'a see you gush one more time" your eyes roll at that, the stimulation and the way his chapped lips press the words into your pubic bone.

Your eyes screw shut, brows furrowed as you struggle though the pain that with each movement winds your belly tighter. By now tears stream down your cheeks, hands grasping tight to anywhere you can reach of him; To push him away or pull him closer you still dont know.

The rubbing of his thumb on your pulsing clit ceases monetarily at the broken sounds you make and for a second you think hes letting up, going easy on you.

However the feeling of his hot mouth wrapping around the sensitive bud changes your mind. You squeal, loud and panicked, eyes flying open as your legs desperately try to shut around his head.

"N-nno no no" desperate hiccuped sobs falling from you as he laps and sucks, dildo still pushing into you, drawing you to the very edge of the burning pleasure pain in your gut.

"Do it princess, fuckin do it. Know you wanna" he mumbles wetly into your weeping pussy, tongue flicking in quick back and forths.

Your hips thump at his nose, coating the greying in his beard as you cum again. It's filled with a pain that drives the feeling of orgasm higher. your scream is silent, mouth opening and closing in wordless 'o' motions, brain so clouded your words fail.

The motions of the his mouth and the dildo slow until Logan's pulling off you. The sensitivity drawing a whine from your throat, while the the creamy coated sight of the silicone makes him groan loudly as he throw it somewhere on the bed.

For a while you lie there completely boneless, panting as your legs continue to tremble with the aftershocks, logan still resting between your thighs cooing softly. Hardly noticing the way he shuffles his way up your body until his spit soaked lips find your forehead.

"Good girl.. My good girl, Did so good f'me babydoll" he murmers softly against your skin between kisses, a contrast to his previous domineering tone.

You feel him gather your frame into him, the buttons of his shirt pressing into your skin as he lifts you from the bed bridal style. You smile up at him gently, meeting his gaze as your lashes flutter sleepily. His scent comforting as you wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling your head deeper into his chest; trying to burrow your own space inside.

His quiet chuckle is felt before you hear it, rumbing deep from his lungs as he pulls you tigher to him; heading for the bathroom. "Cute babydoll.. Real cute"

you whine at that, an exhausted but happy little sound as he leans his head down to kiss your hair before mumbling "lets getcha cleaned up hm? Ill take care of the sheets"

Eee- this has gotta be one of my favorite pieces I've ever written!! Lemme know whatchu think!! 🫶

[edenspoem]

blehh thinking about making lunches for jackson!ellie before she goes on patrol :P fluff warning. faggot shit. ramble blurb.

being loser!jackson!ellie's obsessed-over crush (i mean, take a gander at her personal journal—duh!) means making the first move. and, without coincidence, you did: she's a terrible omitter, and her friends (being jesse, dina, and if you want to—count joel in; he was the one with the gall in his guts to approach you and regale wide tales of his taken-in daughter and about her little "problem", being her inability to find it within herself to "talk to the girl she likes" that happened to be “a, er, relative neighbur'.” but with all the gossip to account from dina, you figured it be yourself—the relative neighbor in question) are no help on her behalf.

shit, now she cracks her blinds open every morning to the ritual phenomenon (how she would describe it: with disengaged self-perception and a faux-disgruntled attitude, because she pretends she doesn't have it hot for you, therefore assumes a callous notion about whether she should be so eager.) that is you walking through joel's yard, up to her garage—plastic container in hand.

she was simmering when the door opened. “hey, ellie! brought you your favorite.” you were a breath of fresh wind; something out-bound this wood-penned cradle in the mountains. brought something in she couldn't stop smiling about. a real, genuine attitude, perhaps? her head cocks limp to a side, reaching for the container. “thanks, dude.” her head shakes once, and she glances for a moment; scorning herself for calling you "dude" instead of, well, something more endearing?

you cared not one bit.

she did; a retrace visible in her features. a glitch. “so, um—what trail were you assigned?” though, if ellie had slept proper the night before, she should've noticed that you weren't outfitted for patrol at all. “i'm off, thank fuck.” you countered, knocking on the nearest flight of wood. she carefully laughed herself to countless bits. “yeah, maria's got a soft spot for me, so she gives me all the assignments she fuckin' can,” and ended in a louder tune. clears her throat to thwart the arising tension pulling, pounding her heart. “what's my favorite?” she holds the almost-opaque container up and eyes it; even for her picky appetite, she has a multitude of safe dishes she can whip up and take to-go. also—she doesn't expect someone to mind that much attention to a person to remember their preferences so soon, and for someone you're not even—ah, you get it! “buttered noodles.” the plain color made sense, then. “cause i know you have the palette of a five year old.”

ellie's brows prick downwards at the inner-edge. “ouch,” she expresses in synthetic offense, reaching to close the door. “rude.” (but if we're being honest she'd pretend your words struck her like a stake in the heart just to drive you insane and thief a pampering out of you—if you were dating; she imagines all this bullshit instead of sleeping.)

[kiyoomiee]

one. two. three. four. five.

After that pool party incident, Sukuna tried his best to stay away from you. But how could he when you're literally everywhere?

Walking into the kitchen in the morning to find you cooking breakfast in one of his oversized shirts that Yuuji must've mistook as his and let you borrow it. The way it barely covered your thighs had him gripping his coffee mug too tight. Fucking sinful.

Running into you in the hallway after your shower, hair wet and skin flushed from the hot water. The scent of your shampoo and body wash lingering in the air long enough for him to get addicted to it even after you're gone.

Sukuna can sense that you're trying to avoid him too.

You started waiting until you hear his bedroom door close before going out of your room. You would sometimes eat your meals alone just to avoid him in the kitchen.

It was driving him insane. He wanted to avoid you, yet he can't stop seeking you out when you're gone from his sight.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, and he hated it. Hated how his body reacted every time you were near. Hated how his eyes followed you whenever you entered a room.

But most of all, he hated how you made him feel things he never felt before.

“You've been spacing out a lot lately. Everything okay?” Yuuji's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Shut up.” Sukuna grunts. They were watching Yuuji's favorite movie, yet Sukuna's focus was anywhere but the screen in front of him.

His brother was more perceptive around others, contrary to other people's thoughts. Yuuji noticed his lingering eyes whenever you're around.

Where are you? You aren't home yet.

“She's sleeping over Nobara's dorm tonight, if that's what you're worried about.” Yuuji mentioned as if he can read thoughts, and watched as his brother's expression darken.

“Not worried.” Liar. Just the mention of you had his chest tighten uncomfortably.

He needed to get his shit together. You were his brother's best friend, for fuck's sake. Off limits. Forbidden. Young. Not his type.

Lies. lies. lies.

One night, Sukuna came home late from work, pissed over a client who tried to lowball him about their tattoo design which he spent fucking hours on.

He found you in the kitchen, humming softly while washing dishes. He went straight for the cupboard, he desperately needs a drink tonight.

“Oh, you're home. I saved some food for you in the fridge. Have you eaten dinner yet? I'll heat it up for you.” You turned the faucet off and faced him when a gentle smile on your face.

Even after being rude to you in countless occasions, you still manage to spare him that smile of yours. Fuck, you're too good for him. Add that to the fucking list of reasons why he can't have you.

“Are you looking for liquor? I moved it over the next shelf.”

The sight of you in his space, looking so comfortable and domestic, made something snap inside him.

“Can you stop moving my fucking things around?” he growled.

“I was just cleaning-”

“I don't care what you were doing. This is my house, I want my shit exactly where I left it.” You flinched at his harsh and spiteful tone.

Why did he have to be so mean?

“What the fuck is your problem, Sukuna? Why do you hate me so much?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Sukuna froze, his jaw clenching. Hate you?

“I stayed out of your way. I avoid bumping into you everyday. I tried to do something nice yet you still look at me like I disgust you. I live like a fucking ghost in this house. So tell me what I've done to make you hate me so much?”Your lips quivered as you rambled on.

You were right. You're like a ghost that haunted him even in his dreams. In his dreams where he can touch you and own you freely, a beautiful nightmare that he doesn't want to end.

As he stares at you, his thoughts became more clear. If only he could actually hate you instead of wanting you so desperately that it made him feel like he was losing his mind.

“I don't hate you.” He said through gritted teeth. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “That's the fucking problem.”

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[masochistkatsuki]

Team Player - Sticky Situation

Pt 2 ← Pt 3 → Masterlist

Without a doubt, Sero was your second best friend. It used to be Katsuki, but after a stunt surrounding him in your second year, you ironically ended up becoming closer to Hanta instead.

This also happened to be the first night you and Sero started your ongoing 'game.' Sero wasn't going to be an issue in this challenge, the tension has been waiting to be released anyway.

Throughout the night, you heard a lot of, in the lightest way possible, obscene noises. In the morning, no one but you, Mina, and Kirishima knew what they were, or that theyd even happened. It turns out, when you're crazy fucking drunk, you usually end up passing out as soon as you reach a mattress.

While everyone was asleep, Eijirou learnt hands on how to fuck, then immediately went on to deploy those skills. He really didn't waste time. But to be fair, that is what you were betting on.

Jirou and Katsuki had morning shifts, and were thankfully stable enough to leave the house after some care from you. Youd originally brought all the pain meds for yourself, but of course you'll help friends in need no matter what.

Katsuki had a scraped knuckle, when he got up to leave, he was hoping you wouldn't notice. Of course, unfortunately for him, it was the first thing you noticed and quickly stopped him. "Hey !! Thats totally going to get infected if it's not taken care of, are you crazy ?"

He stopped and scowled. Even if you weren't as close in your first year and part of the second, you two were still very perceptive and understanding of what the other had going on. "Piss off, I'm going back to my place and I'll figure it out." He went to leave, but -

"Oh no you don't, Katsuki." You knew hed just shower, pick any extra skin or scabs off, then go to work. "Shower here real quick, then im going to fix that for you." He groaned. You acted like such a mom sometimes.

After a bunch of bickering, light punches and explosions to each other, Katsuki left just 20 minutes before Kirishima and Mina left on their own. What they were probably off and doing doesn't really need to be fully described.. You can definitely guess. As for Kaminari, he was trying to crash and play xbox on Sero's couch, but he ended up getting kicked out immediately.

By 8 am, everyone was out of the house but you and Sero. "Oh um.." You awkwardly looked around. "Should I go too ?" Maybe you shouldve reconsidered how easy Sero would be, this was way more nerve wracking than you'd thought.

Was it ? Or we're you just preparing for the inevitable interrogation.. one youve been slacking off on, you still knew barely nothing about your .. more difficult friends.

"So.. Wanna explain what you and Mina are doing this time ?" He grinned down at you, head resting on his palm. He sat at the kitchen table, clearly intending for you to sit down.

You looked around, as if checking no one was there even though everyone had definitely left. A sigh escaped your lips, and you eventually sat down. Hopefully Mina would understand, but there was just no keeping anything from Sero.

You two had been some of the closest friends since October of your second year. Since the Bakusquad threw that Halloween get-together with them and a few select other friends. From then on out, if you weren't with Mina, you were with Sero.

It started when, stupidly, enough, you fell for Katsuki. It was pitiful, really. You only told Sero, not even Mina. Truthfully, you'd liked him since your first year. Kirishima was hot, but really just a coverup so you wouldn't have to be embarrassed about liking someone who obviously didn't like you. Mina had a special place in your heart, but she had a habit of playing cupid when not needed. You knew the only way she wouldn't intervene was if you mentioned someone she secretly liked.

But, as we all know, Bakugou wasn't easy to like. It was a difficult task feeling so strongly about him in private. Throughout your whole first year, he was snappy and rude, often trying to turn your positivity into pessimism. Though he grew a lot, and protected you many times, and helped you train and gave you honest points and dare you say compliments ? You knew he cared, he just didn't show it that well at first. But any deeper emotional stuff just wasn't an option, and you understood that.

In your second year, he was much softer around the edges. He was still the same smart ass, and egotistical explosive teen, but there was a sense of self awareness and restraint to it. He started learning how to dial it back when possible, but his temper remained when pushed or with people he didnt know. Even so, you continued to admire his effort.

And still, your feelings so stupidly remained. Even when he pushed you away, or acted like he didn't know you, you just couldn't dial it back. So, in a cliche highschool move, you plotted to make him jealous.

In hindsight, its just a funny story to laugh about with Sero, an inside joke if anything. But in the moment, it felt like a whole secret operation. As if this was what all your training was meant for !

At the get together, you wore the cutest but most tempting, tight black dress. It hugged you perfectly, and was accompanied by soft squeezing thigh highs, striped orange and black, like a classic witch. Anyone with eyes was looking at you atleast twice.

You and Sero agreed to hang out the night, and after a few drinks, when you were sure Katsuki was looking, get up all close and flirty. It seemed simple enough, up until then, you hadn't felt that much attraction to him. You only had to fake it for a few hours.

But in a twisted turn of luck, the very same night you specifically were meant to feign attraction, you suddenly, and genuinely felt it. Who knew Sero Hanta could look this fucking good ? Obviously he was hot, lanky, muscular, a damn future Pro ! But youd always just seen him as your fortnite duo or the guy who always arrived everywhere in baggy t-shirts and basketball shorts.

So why the fuck was he suddenly showing off now ? His hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail, spare strands framing his face angelically. He had a black compression shirt on, purposely displaying how hard his chest and abs were. To top it off, he had the iconic grey sweats, hanging off his hips slightly, showing off his v line and happy trail. Holy shit. Hanta Sero is so fucking hot.

Maybe it was apart of the plan, maybe it wasnt, but you and Sero stayed together the whole night. According to Mina, you looked 'real good together'. Coincidentally, you two happened to be getting real close and flirty anyway.

It started with you feeding each other shots. It was easier for Sero, as he was a good amount taller than you. His hands, bigger and stronger, though it made sense with his quirk, traced over your jaw, before he tilted your chin up and poured a shot of vodka down your throat. Fuck, this was way more intimate than you expected it to be. The burn in your inner thighs only felt lighter when you drank down the hard liquid.

Mistakenly, you thought that it couldn't get more sensual than that, right ? Of course, you were wrong. In the process of figuring out how you'd get your shot down Sero's mouth, he got onto his knees in front of you. Holy fuck.

Your hand subconsciously held his cheek, holding his face up to yours. His head was resting against your midriff, while his arms wrapped around your waist. He looked way too pathetic like this for his own good. "I have a better idea, Hanta." Little did you know, Katsuki did notice the encounter, and you leaving with Sero right after. His knuckle was white with his grip against the telltale red solo cup, but no one seemed to notice as he said nothing.

In your dorm, meticulously decorated to your interests and hobbies, you laid yourself down on your bed. Hanta stood above you, arm covering his mouth as a blush crept through. Whatever you had in mind, it was instantly going to his lower regions, the outline of his dick heavy in his sweats. "Im on board."

You laughed, taking in how usually calm and cool Sero was frantically looking around in intervals after staring at your laid out body. "I havent even told you what I was thinki-"

He rested his head against your stomach again, hands comfortably grabbing at your thighs and hips. "I want to do it." He hummed against your tummy, slightly blowing into it, forcing a laugh out of you. Well, it wasnt like you didnt want to do it, for fucks sake, it was your idea. You figured, Katsuki was never looking at you anyway, you might as well have fun with someone who did.

That's how you ended up letting Sero strip your tiny black dress off you, leaving yourself exposed on your bed, dressed only in a matching black lingerie set, (a cute outfit always needs cuter underwear !) and your Halloween thigh highs. Hanta couldnt have looked happier.

You took out your handle of Vodka, and poured a stripe down from in-between your boobs, to your pantyline. You looked up at Sero, who was watching from above, his palm flat against his bulge. "Heres your shot, Hanta."

So yea, you were supposed to make Katsuki jealous, but the way Sero slid his tongue underneath your panties slightly before going back up, dragging it slowly across your abdomen, tracing the muscle against your underboob, before finishing the shot at your sternum, sucking right as he released his mouth from your body felt like too much. But it was apart the plan ! For the greater purpose ! .. Huh, where have I heard that before ?

So, how, were you supposed to not tell Sero the truth ? The tension never ended between you two, and he was looking at you like he was about to eat you whole. You finally had a reason to fuck Sero without seeming weak for dick. It was time to use it.

After explaining the whole situation to Sero, he just seemed to smirk wider. "Well that explains a lot. Like all the heinous sounds. You guys always forget how thin my walls are."

You choked on the off brand fruity pebbles he served you a moment ago-- he heard ?! "Excuse you ?" You looked at him suspiciously. He should've been passed out.

"Im a heavy weight but a light sleeper. Besides, I stayed somewhat sober because I was trying to figure out why Bakugou and Kirishima were Fighting" He crossed his arms, bulky elbows shamelessly knocking against the table.

"Okay, okay. I got it- Hold on, Fighting ?" You looked at him confused. When the fuck did Kirishima and Bakugou get into a fight ? While you were genuinely concerned, he just laughed.

"Sorry, I mean I know now they weren't, but cmon, last night everyone thought they were fighting with each other." His eyes closed cheekily while his grin remained.

You just picked your jaw back off the floor and kept searching for answers. "What ?? Why ??" You were wracking your brain for everything Katsuki did this week, and if hed mentioned anything about Ei. Nothing.

"Well, for starters, Kirishima's girl was hanging out with Katsuki the whole time. But for the first time ever, you and Bakubro weren't hip to hip. Hes always seeking you out, especially when hes drunk. The fact he was with someone else and letting Kirishima be all buddy with you was definitely something." He continued to mindlessly eat his cereal like he just said nothing.

You looked around awkwardly, choosing to freak out over that later. As much as you wanted to gush and talk about Katsuki, it wasn't really easy to just talk about other guys after telling one you essentially needed to have sex with him. Fuck. You two were clearly both thinking the same thing, but who was going to break first ? Just as you began to mentally complain about his stubbornness..

"Hey, so.." He began mimicking you, eyes looking at your spoon, the ceiling, out the window, but never at you.. "I um..." The tips of his ears began fading into a strawberry red. It was really odd to see him so nervous.

"What is it, Hanta ?" You rested a hand on his forearm, hoping to remind him you wouldn't bite. As much as you loved whiney and whimper-y guys, you needed him to communicate.

"I have an idea this time."

So, for the greater good, (of getting Kirishima and Mina to fuck) for everyone's sake, (hold on I thought they just fucked ?) you ended up in nothing but your panties, and taped over Sero's couch. (i dont think this one was necessary ..?) Oh. So that's why he kicked Denki out so quick. "Just how long have you been wanting to do this ?"

He grinned wide, like he'd been asking himself that too. "Since you kicked my ass in the Sports Festival." You audibly gasped. It clicked for you just in that second-, in your first year, you ended up winning by capturing Sero, his legs tight together between your thighs, and one wrist caught in each hand. With the way his arms were still spread out, some of the guys still made fun of him for getting 'crucified."

Your own position, now three years later, was mirroring just that. Your thighs were taped together, and your ankles were adorned with additional tape securing you midair. Your arms were spread out slightly above your head, wrists bound and held up in the air. Underneath your lower back, hips, head, and neck, he provided soft pillows to keep you from hurting. It was surprisingly comfy.

He stood before you, hands on his hips, admiring his work. His eyes carefully scanned over you, and down your body. You noticed he especially was paying attention to the way your thighs squished together due to the bondage. "This looks way better than I could've ever imagined."

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the slight mustache he'd been growing out. "Yea im sure." Your eyes bore into his, trying not to let the real pathetic position you were in get to his ego. "Look, I let you tie me up, so I want a favor."

He smirked at you, and leaned over. His face was close to yours, he smelt like light cologne and sugar. His lips were just a breath away from yours, and as he spoke, "Anything for you." They trembled against you, just barely touching.

You hummed happily, carding your digits through his inky black strands. It was often something he let you do when you were in need of calming down. "So you know the whole operation, but I barely know anything about the last three people." Truly unfair, you needed to make things even and quick.

His eyes trailed to the top right corner of his vision. He thought for a few seconds before his eyes lit up. "I understand now," His eyes looked back into yours before his concentrated face grinned again, "I think I know exactly what you're looking for." Before continuing, he gave you a quick wink.

His hand now gripped your hip, his usual basketball shorts slid down. He rubbed his length through the thin fabric of his boxers with his other hand, growing greatly to its full size. The hand on your hips traveled to your now exposed clit, tracing random letters and shapes against it.

You whined out his name, thighs struggling against the binds, squeezing together in the process. He moved his hands so his middle and ring were fucking lightly into your cunt.

With how close everything was, you felt distinctly how your natural wet excretion covered and slid over your inner thighs. "Perfect.." He breathed, tongue teasing the side of your neck.

He readjusted his hips over yours, and pulled his boxers down before inserting himself between your wet thighs. The tape and his hand held you together, making the perfect slight gap right against your pussy and firm thighs for him.

He began pistoning himself through and out the gap, breath heavy against your chest. He began slow, but it was clear he was trying to hold back.

You smiled softly, wishing you were rubbing your hands up the wide expanse of his back how you would during make out sessions. "You wanna go faster, Sero?" He sighed, slowing his shaky pace again from where it began to gradually speed up unconsciously. He totally forgot to ask.

"Yes.. Please." He rubbed a hand up your midriff, relishing in how soft your bare body was. His hand stopped at your breasts before he began his part of the deal. "Jirou likes it when her hair is tugged or messed with. If you.." His pace quickened, letting himself enjoy the feeling while helping you, "If you keep making eye contact and playing with her hair, she'll be on you by the end of the night."

You tensed the muscles in your thighs, catching his tip. "And how do you know that, Sero ?" You wanted to touch his hair as he mentioned, but your suspended arms weren't moving anytime soon. Fuck, this was getting annoying.

"Because every time Momo does it." As if reading your mind, the hand just under your boobs palmed at your nipples briefly before resting in your hair, scratching at your scalp, "She runs back to her dorm to touch herself."

You held back a gulp-- How did sero know that ?? The girls group chat was the only place Jirou ever mentioned it, he shouldn't have known. "Oh wow, does she really do that ?" You batted your eyelashes at him, trying to get more information and distract him from the fact you actually already knew that secret. He knew a lot more than youd originally thought.

He smirked, hand going back to pinch at your side boob. Even though his actions seemed steady, his breath was rapid and his hips were starting to shake. "Im.. Im getting close.."

You forced your face to remain soft. In reality, you felt smug and slowly accomplished. Though Sero proved to have his own difficulties, you were getting closer and closer yourself, to the goal. "That's okay, just keep telling me about them. Only two more people left, Hanta."

"Kaminari is.." He tried thinking, but only sighed. "Sorry mentioning him turns me off." You just laughed, and waved your hand as much as you could from its tied place in the air.

"It's him, don't worry, it won't be a challenge.." You looked around quickly. He wasnt softening, but you didnt want the mood to be ruined. At the same time, you desperately needed information on Katsuki. "How about this.."

It took a minute to convince him that undoing the tape around your thighs was a good idea, but as soon as you reminded him that you two would actually end up fucking, he gave in.

He was now caged between your hips and still bound ankles, his tip pressed against your inner lips. "Hanta, do you have a condom ?"

His eyes widened. "Oh ! Yea, I found one in one of my guest rooms. I think Mina was sleeping in there." He winked knowingly. Damn, as thankful as you were, you were a little embarrassed about her premonition and his good observation skills.

"Good.. Then.. Ill let come inside, you just need to fuck me good and tell me how I can do the same to Katsuki." Your eyes locked on his, and you used the freedom now granted with your legs to move your thighs around his waist, lower legs still stuck together in the air.

He groaned, quickly ripping the packaging with his teeth and pulling it on. The entirety of your round wasn't really that long, but the years of teasing had built up so much, just the slightest touches felt like too much to Hanta. "So hes really private.. not even Kaminari knows all that much, but.."

His rubbery tip slipped through your soft entrance, the wetness hed been keeping going only helping you suck his whole size in relatively quick. Not to mention, he was noticeably smaller than Kirishima, making what would usually be a harsh fit much less painful. "Cmon, Sero, you can tell me." You made your voice more sultry, making up for the lack of touch you could provide with your hands.

"We know hes definitely a virgin." You gasped, half from the way his tip got caught on your gspot for a moment before pushing further, half because that made him the last virgin in your friend group.

During your second year, class 2-A and 2-B went through a virginity loss craze, a lot of people doing it with friends just to say they lost it. Most of it was just awkward quick stuff, and it ended up with almost everyone staying inexperienced and shy, like Kirishima. "Really ?" You pushed your hips up into his, trying to keep some composure. It was still interesting Katsuki never did anything, by that point he was an in-school celebrity.

A deeper groan reverberated in his chest, steadily getting a good pace to fuck in and out at. "Hes a lot more sensitive and emotional than people think." He kept gradually getting faster, pressing against your gspot faster and faster every time. "He usually responds with anger as a default feeling, but if he trusts you already and you come onto him strong and clearly enough again and again no matter how much he snaps, you'll have him."

By the time he was done explaining, you were both close and whining into each other's neck. He was practically laying on top of you, his messy black hair covering your vision. He was moaning now, "Can I finally cum, please ? I told you everything I know.." His hands were scratching slightly at your thighs, composure slipping away faster than he could catch it.

You rarely felt this weak, but for some odd reason, you hoped to god for any reason but the fact you finally knew more about Katsuki, and the honestly hot fact he was a Virgin. Before you knew it, you were crying out, "Yes, now, Hanta" while your thighs and walls closed in on him. Your previously sore hips were shaking, getting more action in two days then they had since this school year started.

He bit into your neck, muffling a girlish moan from him as a warm release spilt into his (Minas) condom. His hips kept lightly thrusting before completely stopping. He was still dumbly panting and whining a little, sounds gradually getting quieter as he calmed down.

"That.." He took a deep breath in before it stuttered out. "That was so fucking good." His eyes locked into yours, face still dangerously close. "Remind me to thank Mina later."

a/n : i think this one flowed a lot more naturally than kirishimas, but it took me a bit longer. hope its good !! tried adding more katsuki implications but i didn't want it to escalate too fast yet

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[dark-konohagakure2]

Hii i love ur blog, Could u do a scenario where Itachi meets one of sasukes friends and he takes advantage of her and corrupts her mind?

tw: noncon, genjutsu, evil!itachi, mind break, age difference, corruption, mind control, forced orgasm, abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Itachi has a habit on keeping an eye on Sasuke from afar when he isn't on missions for the Akatsuki, wanting to make sure his little brother is safe. While he's glad that his little brother is making friends who care about him, one of those friends of his is making him soft, leading Sasuke off the path of revenge, and Itachi doesn't like that one bit.

Surely Sasuke won't mind if Itachi takes one of his friends away from him, he already has that knucklehead boy and pink haired girl for companionship, and Sasuke should be used to Itachi taking things away from him by now, he's sure his little brother will survive losing one more thing.

Getting his hands on her is almost too easy, he is the Itachi Uchiha after all, so snatching up a weak little chunin girl and taking here somewhere more private is absolutely nothing for him. Now that he has her alone, he's going to make sure she never interferes with his plans for his little brother ever again.

Just one glance with his Sharingan is enough to seal her fate, trapping her in a genjutsu that forces her to obey him against her own will, and which also makes her body and mind more responsive to his words and touch alone, and nobody else's.

"Resistance is futile, little one. You're already under my genjutsu, and that means you're now mine..."

It's incredibly amusing to watch her struggle against such a powerful genjutsu, watching her try to resist the way her pussy gets soaking wet and tight around his cock as he forces it inside of her slippery cunt, and the way she resists but to no avail to free herself from the hold he has over her mind, but he has already won, and she's completely under his control.

Due to the control he has over her mind and body, all the sensations she is feeling will be amplified tenfold, every thrust making her entire body shake, overwhelming pleasure shooting up from every corner of her body as he pounds into her while whispering cruel words into her ear, telling her to abandon her friends and to stop interfering with his plans, and she is unable to resist any of his commands.

She won't be able to tell how much time has passed since he started fucking her, since Itachi's genjutsu also changes her perception of how much time has passed, he could be fucking her for hours or minutes and she'd feel like its been days of her being fuck brutally and forced to orgasm nonstop.

She'll still be under the influence of his genjutsu for a while longer when he finally pulls out of her, leaving her cunt gaped and stuffed full of his sperm before he gives her an order, and since she's still within his thrall, she physically won't be able to resist his demands.

"There, maybe that will teach you to be a good little girl and mind your own business... Now stay away from my little brother unless you want this to happen again..."

Once he's done he'll just leave her there, perhaps somewhere that Sasuke could possibly happen upon her in that state, since it would not only cause the younger to lose faith in his so-called friend, but it would also increase his hatred.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰/ 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐦𝐝𝐝

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count: 2.8k Content/Warnings: afab reader (no pronouns used), descriptions of PMDD and its symptoms, sevika gets a gnarly wound but nothing graphic, slightly suggestive (for one sentence), acts of service is sooo sevika's love language, this ended up being way longer than your average headcanon i got carried away i'm sorry! A/N: Naturally, my very first post is completely and utterly self-indulgent… I suffer from PMDD and decided one day amid my demise that I wanted some sevika comfort! So here you are, and I hope you enjoy and that this serves as a bit of escape from whatever may be giving you a hard time (and that if you're a fellow PMDD sufferer, you remember to be extra gentle with yourself when you're feeling low. You've got this! You're a superhero in my book!). 

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika knows that you have PMDD before you tell her

୨ৎ In fact, she knows before you two are even considered friends, nevertheless together

୨ৎ Sevika is extremely perceptive; it's practically her job to be

୨ৎ Being Silco's second-hand puts her in charge of everyone out on the field, and she is constantly gauging the team's strengths and weaknesses so that she can ensure operations are always running as smoothly as possible

୨ৎ So it goes without saying that when you start working for Silco as an assassin, it doesn't take her long to familiarize herself with the way your disposition ebbs and flows, and seemingly, at the same time every month

୨ৎ This isn't to say that your performance suffers at all- certainly not; you're one of the team's most skilled assassins, and you've always made sure that your disorder doesn't impact your work

୨ৎ But again, it's Sevika's job to be perceptive

୨ৎ She first puts together that around the 6th of every month, you come in looking particularly exhausted

୨ৎ Dark circles can be seen under your heavy eyes, and your feet never seem to stop dragging no matter how many cups of coffee you nurse; and during this time, it's an excessive amount

୨ৎ She also notices that during this time period- which usually lasts about 10 days- your fuse is extremely short

୨ৎ When Ran comes up to tease you at the coffee machine about how "you look like you haven't slept in five years", you turn to give them a look that even she can admit is terrifying

୨ৎ "Yeah?" you begin, cocking an eyebrow at them, “I've got boiling hot coffee in my fucking hand right now, Ran.”

୨ৎ They're quick to throw their hands up in surrender and back away, making the (correct) decision to quit poking the bear

୨ৎ Sevika can't help but crack an amused smile at the interaction from her place across the room

୨ৎ She also can't help but notice that for some reason, you stress to no end about missions that would otherwise be a cakewalk for you during those 10 days

୨ৎ Again, your work never suffers for it, but Sevika knows you're suffering for it

୨ৎ So, she decides that your skills would be better put to use elsewhere for that period of time; and she convinces herself that it isn't an act of kindness, but simply a necessity for the team to perform at its best.

୨ৎ One day, she pulls you into Silco's office to "discuss a change in your involvement on the field," and needless to say, you're shitting yourself

୨ৎ You stand across from her, your heart in your stomach and your hands tucked into your back pockets, because you know if you have access to them, you'll just start biting your fingernails off

୨ৎ "The 6th through the 16th of every month," she begins, sitting on the edge of Silco's desk, “I want you here instead of on the field. No special missions then either, got it?”

୨ৎ At first, your eyebrows knit together in confusion

୨ৎ "The 6th through the...?" You ponder- mostly to yourself- before it hits you like a ton of bricks what those dates are

୨ৎ "Shit, I-I'm so sorry, I can explain; it's just-"

୨ৎ "Woah, woah; slow down," Sevika interrupts, her hand shooting out to signal you to stop, “I didn't say you had anything to explain, and I certainly didn't say you had anything to apologize for.” 

୨ৎ A wave of relief washes over you, but the confusion remains. What was this about then, if not a decrease in performance?

୨ৎ Sevika reads the confusion on your face and begins to answer your unspoken question: “You're always great out there; but on those days, for whatever reason, I can tell it comes at a cost. So from now on, you won't be out there at all when those days roll around. Can't have my best assassin burnt out; it's not an option.”

୨ৎ She casually shrugs with the last part of her explanation as if she hadn't just demonstrated attentiveness and consideration unlike you'd ever experienced

୨ৎ And you're left speechless at the gesture

୨ৎ You only realize your jaw is on the floor when she clears her throat, an amused smirk playing on her lips

୨ৎ "U-Um, sorry," you stutter, shaking your head in an attempt to snap yourself out of the shock, "I, uh... yeah, I do have a harder time then. I didn't know you'd noticed..."

୨ৎ "Pfft," she scoffs, kicking off of the desk to make her way toward a stack of papers on the chaise next to Silco's desk, "When I have ever not noticed something?"

୨ৎ She should have put her foot in her mouth then and there, because she sure didn't notice the massive fucking crush you'd soon start to develop on her

୨ৎ And it sure would've made things a lot easier if she had, because she was falling for you just as quickly

୨ৎ In the coming months, Sevika had made a point to start checking in on you when the 6th rolled around, and you found that when she wasn't on the field, she was lingering near the desk she'd set up for you to take your place at during your hard weeks

୨ৎ You'd come in looking especially tired one morning- in fact, your eyes were swollen and red like you'd just been crying- and her eyes were on you like a hawk as you trudged over to the desk, slumped into the chair, and ran a hand over your face before getting started on the paperwork Silco had assigned to you for the week.

୨ৎ "Rough morning?" She inquired, concern written all over her face

୨ৎ You let out a dry chuckle, recalling the 3 hours of sleep you'd gotten the night before, the orange juice you'd spilled all over your white shirt this morning, and the breakfast you couldn't eat because you were sure that any minute you were going to throw up

୨ৎ Rough morning didn't come close to cutting it

୨ৎ Your eyes began to prick with tears before you could help it

୨ৎ "I'm so sick of this shit," you mumble, burying your head in your heads and pressing your palms into your eyelids

୨ৎ You hear her rummaging around, but pay it no mind until she sets something down in front of you

୨ৎ You move your hands away from your face to see a hot drink in front of you; not coffee, but

୨ৎ "Tea?" You ask, your voice small

୨ৎ " 's better for you than coffee," Sevika shrugs, pulling up a chair to sit in front of the desk

୨ৎ She stares intently at you for a few moments, before finally asking the question she'd been mulling over: "So, by 'this shit', you mean..."

୨ৎ "Oh," you chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I never did explain what my problem is..."

୨ৎ You then go on to explain to Sevika what PMDD is, and what a pain in the ass it can be. She listens attentively, her eyes trained on the paperwork in front of you as you explain the insomnia and the fatigue, the anxiety and the overwhelm, the insecurity and the hopelessness; everything that you have the pleasure of dealing with on a regular basis

୨ৎ "Janna," she replies, rubbing her temples. "And you deal with this shit every month?"

୨ৎ "Like clockwork," you reply.

୨ৎ "Yeah, you're a badass for that."

୨ৎ You let out a loud laugh, and a strange sense of relief floods her system

୨ৎ "Wish I felt more like one, but when something as small as spilling orange juice on my shirt makes me wanna jump out of the nearest window... the last thing I feel like is a badass."

୨ৎ Sevika chuckles at this before giving a nod towards your tea; "Should've gotten you coffee, huh?"

୨ৎ "Oh, no!" you're quick to correct, "Just super nauseous today... probably won't be able to stomach anything until dinner time, and that's if I'm lucky."

୨ৎ Sevika's eyes widen, and she would've demanded that you try your best to eat something before then if it weren't for Jinx barging in to announce that she needed Sevika's help "cleaning up a little mess."

୨ৎ (The "mess" was enforcers chasing her down because she'd decided they were the perfect target for testing out her new paintball gun. "you said I should try out less violent forms of self-expression!" she'd say to Sevika...)

୨ৎ She doesn't forget your conversation, though, and you're snapped out of your shitty reality tv binge-watching session by a knock on your apartment door later that evening

୨ৎ Much to your surprise, it's Sevika

୨ৎ With take-out in hand...?

୨ৎ "You can't go all day without eating," she says, sternly.

୨ৎ You laugh incredulously at the fact that she even remembered your offhand mention of not being able to eat, and at the fact that she'd taken it upon herself to show up to your place to do something about it, but open the door wider and step aside to let her in anyway

୨ৎ You don't miss the quick scan she does of your apartment- littered with trinkets and decorations you'd picked up here and there- and the way her face seems to soften in endearment; of course, only for a split second, before she's back to business

୨ৎ "This is the only thing I can keep down when I'm not feeling well," she deadpans, unpacking the plastic bag and placing a large styrofoam cup on your kitchen counter, "Figured it'd be worth a shot to drop some off if it meant you might be able to stomach something today."

୨ৎ "Sevika... you didn't have to go to all this trouble," you say, walking over to meet her at the counter

୨ৎ She just shrugs, of course. "I know. Where are your bowls?"

୨ৎ And so, here you both were, sharing a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup, trying to ignore how whipped you both were for each other

୨ৎ You'd managed to convince her to join you in your reality tv binge-watching session, and despite how annoyed she was pretending to be, you'd gone through three 45-minute episodes already and she still hadn't left

୨ৎ At one point, she'd even forgotten to keep up the disinterested act: "What?! Why would she pick Sarah over Lily, they have zero chemistry!"

୨ৎ You'd just quirk an eyebrow at her exclamation, staring her down with a smirk until she finally admitted, "Yeah, yeah, whatever- you got me."

୨ৎ And you'd giggle, and her heart would clench, and she'd get way freaked out, and suddenly,

୨ৎ “Shit. I've gotta go. No doubt the kid has already gotten herself into something else…"

୨ৎ You'd just nod, trying your best to conceal the disappointment you felt as you sent her off.

୨ৎ "Hey," you'd call out softly, just as she was turning to leave, "Thank you. Seriously... this was really helpful. You made my night."

୨ৎ Don't say that, she'd think, not unless you want me to start coming home to you.

୨ৎ " 's no big deal. Just looking out. Night, Y/N."

୨ৎ "G'night, Sevika," you'd smile.

୨ৎ And it'd be another three months before either of you had the guts to confess your feelings

୨ৎ But one night, you're waiting for her to show up to your door, take-out in hand- like she'd taken to doing every month from the 6th to the 16th since the first time she came over; and when she doesn't, there's a pit in your stomach that tells you it isn't simply because she forgot

୨ৎ With emotions already high, you're quick to assume the worst as you throw on some sweatpants, a crewneck, and your sneakers before racing down to the only other place she'd be on a Friday night

୨ৎ You walk up to the bartender on duty at The Last Drop, not bothering to conceal the worry in your voice as you ask if he'd seen Sevika around tonight

୨ৎ "Just went upstairs to Silco's office. Rough mission, must've been. She'll have a pretty scar, that's for sure."

୨ৎ You don't respond; you just dash up the stairs with wide eyes, not bothering to knock before bursting into the office, and sighing in relief at the sight of the grey eyes shooting up to meet your own

୨ৎ But when your eyes catch the deep cut trailing down her tricep and the mess of bloody rags in front of her, you find that your relief is short-lived

୨ৎ "What the hell?!" you'd exclaim, rushing over to help, "Why didn't you call me? I was worried sick about you!"

୨ৎ You were worried about her?

୨ৎ Her cheeks would flush, and she'd thank Janna you were too focused on bandaging her arm up to notice

୨ৎ "You don't gotta help me with this shit," she'd protest

୨ৎ "Says the one who feeds me every night my hormones are fucking raging. Like hell I don't have to help, and you fail to consider that maybe I want to."

୨ৎ You're stressed, your adrenaline is pumping, and you've had a killer headache all day, so your words come out harsher than you mean for them to. "I'm sorry," you'd sigh, "I'm not mad at you at all, I'm just-"

୨ৎ You look up to find her smiling down at you, and your heart skips a beat, and you thank your lucky stars she breaks the silence, because you'd completely forgotten what the rest of your sentence was going to be

୨ৎ "Really didn't like this being my first stop after work," she admits, and you don't know why she suddenly sounds so... timid

୨ৎ "I mean... yeah, having to patch yourself up after a mission is never any fun-"

୨ৎ "No, Y/N," she begins, and your eyes shoot up to meet her at the sound of your name on her lips, "I mean... I mean I didn't like that my first stop wasn't you."

୨ৎ And just like it was the last time you'd spoken to her in this office, your heart was in your stomach

୨ৎ "What, you mean you wanted to come home to me or something?" you chuckle nervously, because there's no way in hell that's what she meant

୨ৎ "Yeah, that is what I mean."

୨ৎ Oh.

୨ৎ "You opposed to that or somethin'?"

୨ৎ Absolutely fucking not, says the kiss that you plant on her lips

୨ৎ and the legs thrown over her shoulders later that night (oops)

୨ৎ And now, you thank Janna for the steady presence in your life that is Sevika; especially when you're feeling unsteady

୨ৎ Of course, your symptoms don't just disappear, but it's sure as hell nice to have the support when they make themselves known

୨ৎ When you wake up on the 6th, exhausted and with zero interest in doing anything but laying in bed all day, she'll get the shower running nice and warm, leave a comfy outfit on the counter, and promise that she'll have tea ready when you're done.

୨ৎ She puts herself in charge of meals for the next 10 days, because she knows that your lack of appetite plus your general lack of motivation and energy means you won't end up eating enough if she doesn't make you

୨ৎ When your emotions are high, she's your rock

୨ৎ if you're starting to tear up because you've tried on four outfits already and you "look too bloated in all of them," she'll take your face in her hands, ask you to take a deep breath, and place a kiss on your forehead, reminding you that everything feels a lot bigger than usual right now, and that the only thing you need to worry about is feeling comfortable

୨ৎ If you're getting frustrated because you can't find your damn coat, and your favorite food truck is only in town for another hour, and you snap at her because she dares to suggest that you do, in fact, have other coats, she'll look at you, take a deep breath of her own, and say,

୨ৎ "Okay, baby; what can I do to help?"

୨ৎ And your heart will break, because how is she so good?

୨ৎ You'll apologize-because you always do when you know your emotions got the better of you- and she'll wrap you in a bear hug, and you'll realize that was what you really needed; not your red coat

୨ৎ And you'll make it to the food truck in the nick of time, and you'll probably tear up when you take your first bite, because damn, this cheesesteak is the best thing I've ever tasted, and damn, I don't know what I did to deserve her.

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[brucewaynehater101]

I raise you really tall tim drake. (This mostly comes from being tired of the uwufication/twinkfication/babyfication that some fans give tim. Kinda hate that)

Tim is currently 17yo. At 18 he is tired of his so called family, Dick only cares about damian, jason always bickers around him. Bruce is bad at parenting as always... so he leaves gotham city.

At 18 he starts getting growth spurts. (Males stop around 23 or so) and Tim is half thrilled half mad because he now is stumbling. Also it hurts like hell. He goes to a doctor approved by the jl, because getting tall so suddenly and at that age can mean something bad is going on inside. Then he goes to magic users. But nothing gives bad results. So he is just getting taller and his clothes no longer fit him neither his custome. And he cannot get another inmediately because he keeps growing. So he is benched by his friends for like half a year and Tim is mad. He stops at 6'5 when he hits 21 (up to you how taller are bruce and jason) and finds himself as the tallest in his family. He has to train everything again as his body is no longer the same.

Just Tim getting tall as a treat.

(I agree about the uwu-ing of Tim Drake not being my flavor of fic. It's why I avoid a *lot* of the "Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early" tag. There are some very good Kid Tim Drake fics, but there's also a tendency to uwu him in that tag. I don't mind Tim being pathetic as long as he's also badass :( He can be both, y'all!!!)

Anyways!!!! Tall Tim Drake!

I do love him being a short king, but him being tall is a rare treat ^^

To add onto this AU, the batfam try to drag him back to Gotham after 3-4 years. To be nice to Tim, we'll say he's had to chance to grow more accustomed to his body and is a formidable fighter (no more of the awkward stumbling he struggled with while adjusting).

Let's say Jason is 6'3", Bruce is 6'1", and Dick is 6'0". Damian has grown in those three years. Since the age gap between Tim and Damian fluctuates, let's say Damian is 15 at 5'11". Damian was looking forward to lording his height over Tim (not in a mean way. More like teasing).

Tim goes back to Gotham for some world-ending event or whatnot, and it's the first time they Bats have seen him in years. They're expecting a slightly more mature looking 5'6" 21 years old [And also, poor fucking Tim. Nearly a foot of height in 3 years?? Ow].

What do they actually end up seeing?

Since Tim is there for hero work, they meet him in his vigilante getup.

Tim learned from Bruce that intimidation works wonders on Batman's foes. Tim learned from Dick that there are multiple ways to intimidate someone.

So, doesn't bulk up. He doesn't add fake muscles or thick armor. He studies fashion design and the subtle ways it can influence people's perception. He's naturally 6'5" and a lithe guy. He makes those intrinic qualities work *for* him rather than against him.

He wears 4 inch platform boots and tricks the eyes (with his fashion design) to make him look even slender.

Suffice to say, Tim shows up to meet with the bats and appears as a tall fucking cryptid.

Tim rolling up to the Bats all like:

[janearts]

Followed for dragon age stayed for acotar ‼️

FFS this ask got me to download and play Inquisition again for like two days straight this past weekend. Anyway, put my attempts at DAI's godawful character creator + some barely-worked-out thoughts on a DA Nessian AU under the cut.

Nesta - Human Mage - Due to my own anti-Orlesian prejudice—(i.e., I cannot imagine Nesta with the French accents they have in DAI)—and the fact I don't think she'd be Ferelden (notable lack of doggos in ACOTAR save for Eris' shadow hounds), I'm thinking of her as a fallen noblewoman from the Free Marches who was only further disgraced when Feyre was found to possess magic. The situation was made worse when it was consequently discovered that, actually, all 3 sisters were mages. Her + her sisters were then scattered to different Circles. Left both the aristocracy and the Circle with no discernable survival or wilderness skills; could be very powerful but has no interest/fears that power. I don't see her as the Inquisitor/Herald of Andraste in this AU, but that might be fun to explore because I feel like Nesta would haaaate that.

Cassian - Human Warrior (currently: sword & shield) - I wanted to stay true to the outside, simplistic perception that the Illyrians are a barbaric warrior people. I didn't make him a Qunari because they're a matriarchal religious society and that doesn't seem akin to the Illyrian culture as shown in the books. I tossed about the idea of having him be Tevinter, but I thought that would suit Rhysand better. I landed on the Avvar because they're a conglomerate of tribes (like Illyria seems to be a conglomerate of war camps/bands), still possess magic/are friendly towards mages, and have occasionally come into conflict with Tevinter (like the Illyrians have occasionally fought against the Night Court/High Lords). I stopped thinking precisely there. He's still bros with Rhysand for reasons I have not yet discerned and tbqh don't really care about. I am here only for #Nessian.

The Premise: Let's say pre-DAI/the Divine getting exploded, Rhysand had whisked Feyre off to Tevinter to be powerful, wealthy, and pregnant as in canon. Let's say Feyre wanted her sisters (who she knows to have magic like her even though they may not want to have magic) to be safe with her in mage-friendly Tevinter. Rhysand could task Cassian with finding one sister and Azriel with the other.* Nesta could be recruited with the mages in Redcliffe; Cassian could be found in the Hinterlands (headed towards Redcliffe). Give Cassian Nesta's location and that's one quest done, they're united unbeknownst to Nesta in Haven, and now she's got one (1) Avvar bodyguard she never signed up for who's insisting he's taking her back to Tevinter once This Whole Thing Blows Over (despite her continuous refusal), absolutely 0 sign of coin or status or eligible suitors, and magic powers she's been raised to abhor. (✿◡‿◡)

* (AN: I feel I should say that I'm not mentioning that for shipping purposes - I could NOT give any fewer fucks about who Azriel fucks because, again, I am only here for Nessian. I would be in a negative fuck zone and I'm not sure if that's mathematically or psychologically possible.)

Anyway, bonus:

[macknus]

Hol' up, i just saw from your bio that you're an ENTP??! WHAA-?! Those are one of the best personality types aside from INTJ (me, hehe) Anyway, what do you suppose are Kit's and Ambrose's personality types?

NO SHOT!!!!! My best friend is an INTJ and oh my god, we are just... she is the only one who can reel me back in and put me in my place when I'm being too excessive - oh my god, it's like a pairing sent from the Gods... I am, however, also very scared of her and her power because she could ask me to walk off a bridge and I'd do it out of devotion, so I think she has her claws in deep *ahem, hem* but she also has a people pleaser gene that's her kryptonite and stops her from being too strong ehehehhehehe what a loser! ANYWAYS..... point is I love INTJ's, they are the coolest personality type honestly, as in actually cool

So in that vein I would have Ambrose as an INTJ, he's very calculated, very in control, very organised, and just cool - I am absolutely not biased at all. He's also got that "I don't really give a shit about people, except my inner circle of people I choose to care about and if you touch them I will eviscerate you" vibe. However, he's very socially adept and charismatic, but it's more a learned behaviour that he just happens to be really good at (because he knows exactly what people want him to do with his ability), but even without his power, he's good with people. His understanding of others' emotions is very deep, but his own? Self-reflection? Absolutely not his strength at all, which we see in the OG a lot when he's panicking with the whole "WHY AM I FORMING AN ATTACHMENT TO THIS HERO?" fiasco so yes, deffo INTJ - not a perfect fit, but like the best of the 16 I think

And then Kit - I honestly don't know, I'm gonna be so real, most of my friends were analysts and my enemies' were Sentinels, (shoutout to my older sister... stupid ISFJ Aries GAH, OMG we are just cardinal opposites my god) so... Kit is deffo not an op, soooo I'd say he'd be more in the diplomat or adventurer category of the 16 personalities... maybe Kit would be an ENFP... but he's not social at all, maybe INFJ... No, okay ENFP - (this decision is based purely on those character sheets for different fandoms and me comparing Kit's traits to ahhaahah) - OH WHAT THE FUCK I JUST READ THE WEAKNESSES ON ENFP'S AND IT IS KIT HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SO EFFECTIVE AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kit is perceptive and easy-going and good-natured despite his upbringing that could have turned him spiteful and angry, and positive that the hard part of his life was over after he met Noble, but then... Omen plunged him back into the depths, not as bleak as the first time but still what an A-hole amirite, give orphans some grace?? Some happiness? A crumb, please!!!! Anyways, sorry, and then his weaknesses are People pleasing - to an absolute astronomical degree, Kit survives on approval and other people affirming his self-worth so he doesn't have to look inward for his value and can just accept others' approval as how good of a person he is (cause that is sooo healthy Kit), restless, scatterbrain-ed

Yeah, I think they're good fits for their characters, what do you think? Me and my friends loved the 16 personalities in school, it was so fun, and seeing the different characters who have similar thought patterns like you was so validating oh my god, I love it, it's so fun hehehe, thank you for indulging the obsession, this was something I never thought about actually!!! I'm like wow, this would be useful to do with all my characters for extra development huh...

[eizneckam]

You said not to, but I'm doing it anyway. Tell us how Steven Spielberg fucked up Jurassic Park. I know a lot of it but I love it when other people complain

So like, the original Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton is a horror novel. Full stop, the end. Scary book about the dangers of overzealous science and evil monsters the book is calling "dinosaurs".

Let's be clear. The fact that Jurassic Park screwed up the public perception of dromaeosaurs forever is not Steven Spielberg's fault. That is an entirely different issue that I won't get into. This is all about how Steven Spielberg is literally that guy from the "wow, cool robots!" meme except saying "he's literally me!"

In the book, Hammond is not a good person. He made the park to make easy money. One of his plans is to sell the dinosaurs as pets, and then make sure they can only eat InGen food that people will have to buy from him. He doesn't really care about his grandkids; he literally only invites them to emotionally blackmail Gennaro (the lawyer) by going "see, look how much kids love the place! you can't threaten to shut down my barely functional and extremely dangerous park." It's clear in the book, and kind of skimmed over in the movie, that the park is not functional. There are poisonous plants (and poisonous to dinosaurs as well!) growing everywhere because Hammond thought they looked cool. Tons of dinosaurs get sick, there are hundreds of glitches in the system, parts of the park don't even work at all. In the movie, it's a concern that dinosaurs might escape the island; in the book, it's already happened by the time the book starts. Security is awful and the entire system is maintained by a harried college grad working overtime on no pay. Malcolm's argument against the park is not really just "Man shouldn't create life" but rather "Holy shit everything that can go wrong will go wrong and it already has."

Apparently, though, Steven Spielberg saw himself in Hammond. How, I don't know. Maybe he connected with the idea of being a "visionary". So instead, movie Hammond is a friendly grandpa who loves his kids and at worst, just doesn't fully grasp the ramifications of his achievement rather than a greedy old man who doesn't care about the harm his creations might cause. And, probably not coincidentally, causes the villainization and strawman-ization of every character who was opposed to Hammond in the book. Nedry was an unpleasant person in the book, but he's barely 25, and Hammond got him to the island promising that he would only have to fix a couple things, and now he's got him (as mentioned earlier) working overtime on the system for no pay. You can at least understand why he says "screw it, I'm out of here"; compared to the movie version, who's just a sick, gross bastard. Muldoon is a competent hunter in the book who rightly ascertains that the dinosaurs are going to need to be put down; the ambush that kills him in the movie? He sees it ahead of time (he was hired to deal with the raptors, for God's sake!) and doesn't go into the obvious trap, surviving the book in the process. Malcolm is likable in the movie still, but his arguments against Hammond's seemingly-OK park are watered down in strength to moral appeals rather than the piercingly accurate scientific criticisms they are in the novel. And Gennaro - don't even get me started on Gennaro, in the book he goes toe-to-toe with a Velociraptor to save the two kids! And wins! Plus, like Malcolm, his criticisms of Hammond are not just some pushy lawyer's, but a serious and true critique - it's made clear he had no idea just how bad the park was before he arrived, and he's furious with Hammond for putting his own grandchildren into such obvious danger.

And then, back to the original point, there's the subject of death. In Jurassic Park, the movie, death is funny. Look, the scummy lawyer gets eaten on a toilet! Haha, the fat bastard got what he deserved! In Jurassic Park, the book, death is horrifying, brutal, and vicious, as it should be. Nedry's death in the book is one of the scariest scenes I've ever read. When Ed Regis (a publicist who was combined with Gennaro in the movie, taking the role of the guy who abandoned the kids and got eaten by a T. rex) runs, it's not treated as evil. Malcolm and Grant run too! (To be fair, they can't see what's happening in the other car, so it's not a conscious decision to abandon the kids.) When they witness Regis getting eaten, it's treated as absolutely horrific. So the man had a moment of weakness. Does that really mean he deserves to become lizard chow while he's alive and screaming? When Dr Wu gets attacked by the 'raptors, the narration notes that he's trying to push them away without realizing they've already torn him open. It's nauseating and horrific. Nothing about it is funny at all.

But go listen to the movie's main theme. That's not a horror theme. That's a fun adventure movie for the kids! Dah-da-dah, dah dahhhh. What a brutally tonally inappropriate main theme that perfectly encapsulates how badly the movie fails to get literally everything the book was saying.

TLDR; Jurassic Park the novel isn't perfect, but at least it knows what it is. Jurassic Park the movie is quite literally one of the most glaring examples of "wow, cool dinosaurs!" ever to make it to cinema screens.

[may-stuff]

nsfw alphabet - fc43 edition

tw: i mean, many things related to sex but nothing too extreme. afab!reader. also, typos and grammatical mistakes as always because english isn't my first language.

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

King of aftercare. He doesn't mind where you are; if you're in the comfort of your room or in a secluded area at some party/event or whatever, it doesn't matter, he will find a way to hold you in his arms and caress your skin, whispering sweet words in your ear, asking you if you're okay. He will only stop once he’s completely sure you’re fine.

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

He likes his hands. Also, his arms. The force he has in them allows him to manhandle you however he pleases, which he thinks it's great.

He likes everything about you, every detail, every imperfection is a wonder in his eyes. But your breasts are his favorite part of your body. Doesn't matter their size or shape, he absolutely loves them and loves to play with them. Have you heard the legends about women having great orgasms by only having their tits and/or nipples played with? He'll give you that. He'll play with your tits and suck on your nipples until you're cumming hard.

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

He likes it messy, so... He'll cum wherever you allow him to, but his favorite place to cum is obviously inside of you. Watching as his own seed drips out of your beautiful cunt? Amazing. He's hard again in seconds.

Also, he loves pinting your tits and/or face with his cum. Additionaly, he loses his mind when he cums in your mouth and you drink up until the very last drop.

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

Honestly, he doesn’t have secrets because he never shuts up and has this chronic need to tell you everything. So, if he discovers something new related to his sexuality and the way he lives it, he’ll tell you right away.

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

I honestly feel like Franco isn't that experienced. Sure, he had girlfriends before and has had sex, but it's not like he fucked every single hole that got in front of him.

Either way, he knows what he's doing. He's very perceptive and naturally talented in everything he does/tries so I feel like, even if he isn't sure, he'll figure it out in seconds and will make you feel so good. It's totally a plus if you learn more together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he has a top three: cowgirl, doggy style and missionary. And he can't choose only one because he fucking loves all of them. But if we take his love for your tits into consideration, then we could say that cowgirl is his favorite because he can see and play with your tits all the time.

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

It depends on the context. If you're doing it first thing in the morning or after chilling on the couch together, the mood is more relaxed and he can be goofy about it. He never shuts up so I can totally see him saying funny stuff while fucking you and you're both moaning like crazy and laughing. It'd be weird but fun.

If it's one of those times where he's jealous (or you are) or you had a fight and are making up, then he's all serious and dominant.

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

Well groomed. He feels like it’s more hygienic that way. 

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

He can be very romantic in his own way. Again, it depends on the context. Spending time in your arms, feeling your skin against his, whispering love words in your ear… he loves it, it makes him feel alive. Sometimes he’ll take more time worshiping you in a romantic way than with his cock inside of you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Unfortunately, you have to spend several days apart from time to time, due to work most probably. You try to be together as much as you can, but when you're away he jacks off pretty often. He can't help it. He thinks about you all the time, and when you aren't there with him he just needs to touch himself, otherwise he'd go crazy.

He loves recording himself or taking pics and then sending them to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk - I’ve already said this a hundred times: his dirty talk is elite, both in Spanish and English. But so is yours. Every time you say something dirty while he’s pounding into you, he becomes feral and won’t stop until he makes you literally scream his name.

Praise kink - He loves it when you compliment him while you’re having sex, especially when you’re on top of him, riding him and telling him how good he makes you feel, how much you adore his cock (again, he loves dirty talk) 

A bit of breeding kink - Listen, he’s young and doesn’t want to be a father right now, but the idea of getting you pregnant? He gets hard at the thought of it. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your own bedroom will always be his favorite place to have sex with you, but if the situation requires to do it in any other place, he'll do it without hesitation. He's a menace and nothing will stop him.

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

Everything aboout you turns him on, but when you bite on your lower lip, looking at him in the eyes, it's over for him. Also, those doe eyes of yours, pretending innocence, it stirs something in him.

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

Nothing that involves you getting hurt. He'll enjoy some spanking and maybe squeeze your neck a little while he fucks you, but nothing beyond that. I feel like pain doesn't turn him on.

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

Loves both equally. The sight of you on your knees, struggling to get all of his cock inside of your sweet mouth is as addictive as burying his face between your legs and eating you out.

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

Again, it depends on the context. He's slow and sensual when you're doing it first thing in the morning or maybe after a long day, after a hard race. He needs to feel you but doesn't have too much energy in him to make it fast and rough. He is fast and rough in other circumstances, maybe after a few days without seeing you, he's desperate and needs to ruin you.

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

Not opposed to a quickie when the situation requires it, but it isn't his favorite thing ever. He prefers to take his time with you. For him, spending the entire night together is better than a hundred quickies during the day.

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

He loves to take risks, I mean, look at him. He's bold enough to try anything that crosses his mind, much more if it's something you ask for. 

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

Great stamina. He's an athlete after all. As long as you give him a few minutes to recover between sessions, he's at it again in almost no time. Also, everything makes him horny so…

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

I don't think he owns toys, at least not during the first months of your relationship. Maybe you're the one who introduces him to toys and, as we said, he's in for anything (as long as it doesn't include hurting each other) so he won’t complain. He does prefer to make you cum only with his dick, fingers or mouth, though. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I mean, I shouldn't even have to answer this. He loves to tease, his favorite thing to do in the whole world. 

From something small like touching your arm or waist when you're doing chores around the house, to something so much bigger like sending you dirty texts when you're having dinner with your family/friends. He loves to feel how you tremble in his arms every time he touches you even if it's innocently; and when you're all flustered in public, trying to hold yourself back? A work of art in his eyes.

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

I feel like he isn't the loudest but he definitely makes some pretty, quiet sounds when he's inside you. He can't help it. 

I already told you all that I don't see him as extremely dom, I feel like he's a switch and he goes into the sub area pretty often so I bet he moans quietly and whimpers your name every time you’re on top of him, taking control and setting the pace. He’ll moan and beg you to move faster or let him cum. 

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

We stated that he isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, but he may have fucked you in some secluded area in Williams’ garage after some hard race that left him fuming with anger. The press, his managers, the entire team where looking for him, wondering where the hell he is, while he’s fucking you mercilessly i some bathroom or closet.

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

Normal, maybe slightly above average. It’s 7 inches alright? I feel like it’s thick, though. And he knows how to use it, which it’s actually the only thing that matters.

I feel like he has a pretty cock, like those that are nice to look at. It looks delicious when he’s hard; all veiny and with a nice, thick head that gets impossibly red...

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

High as fuck. We already said that you have to spend some days apart from time to time, so he knows he won’t be able to be with you all the time, thus he always has his hands on you and gets horny pretty easily. All you have to do is bat your eyes at him or bite on your lower lip and he’s ready.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

We said he’s the king of aftercare, so he won’t fall asleep until he’s sure you’re completely done and ready to go to bed. He’ll take a bath with you and help you to change the sheets. There’re times, though, where he’s so exhausted that he will fall asleep with you in his arms, but it isn’t something he pretends to do all the time. 

a/n: hello, my darlings. hope you had a little fun while reading this! i know it isn't much, but it is something!

[venussaidso]

Also. People still thinking sidereal Aries individuals act like this extroverted interactive stereotype is what's making them confused. And this is why I couldn't fully relate to my Aries placements in tropical. I'm not super expressive like that. Yes, it turned out I was Pisces in sidereal. But I still have major Aries placements. Major, major Mars influence. Mars Atmakaraka. Mars in 1H in Bharani with Ashwini ASC.

I am private and internal, my mind is the most active but I'm outwardly passive. I seem intense and confident in my blog, but irl I'm withdrawn and I prefer to be alone — I don't speak much and I master a lot to say something, words are used a lot on my blog but I'm not much of a talker unless I'm being intentional. I can be charismatic and influential because I've watched a lot of movies and stolen certain mannerisms and personality traits which resonate with me. I know how to make a room chuckle. I've often been told I'm good at speeches and talking, even though I'm quiet. I'm a brooder and the mysterious label has been used on me, or I'm labelled as ‘shy’. I see so many Ashwinis like this, even the unstable ones. And this is why it's so easy to discount many possible, potential sidereal Aries Moons too. “Cillian can't be Ashwini, he's too introverted and Ashwinis are very insane intense people.” Forgetting that Ketu co-rules Ashwini. Ketu causes introversion, detachment... I spoke of this. Ketu is also related to ethereality, otherworldliness. Ketu nakshatras are known for their inclination to absorbing and consuming knowledge, making for some book-ish people. I remember the first time ever when I claimed that Tom Hiddleston can be a possible Ashwini Moon on here. I shook a lot of followers of mine. I think I was the first person ever to suggest this here, but I was just contemplating a lot of things that time and it personally resonated (and not because I'm Ashwini myself, it was just intuitive? Still, both Cillian and Tom are unconfirmed).

My point is, stop perceiving sidereal Aries people from this limited lens. I don't see them in the way people describe Aries only. The chaos and intensity usually manifests privately, or artistically. The Ketu rulership means the natives are supposed to be a distant mystery, they're enchanting, but they're out of reach. That is Beyonce.

Even Bharanis are different outwardly. Although I talked about themes of aggression, violence and superiority when it comes to Venus nakshatras, they don't always come across that way outwardly. Their fire element doesn't always show for us. Venus can come off sentimental, even romantic. Jamie Campbell Bower, with Bharani Moon, comes across fashionable, fanciful and chill, for example. The nakshatra lord is often influencing the outward perception of the sign.

Daniel Day Lewis has Ashwini Moon. He is just like Beyonce actually. Very private, hard to track, INSANE WORK ETHIC, and in interviews he's extremely calm, controlled and even seems like an introverted shy sweetheart. With Ketu especially, everything is not what it seems. We don't know Beyonce, we don't know her internal processes. But these are ARIES natives. Ketu makes for passivity, an out-of reach or withdrawn person, so of course she won't come off as what we think Aries is! But if you actually pay attention to all of her works, she is intense and incredibly passionate and Martian. "I'm a Martian, they wishin' they equal," she definitely wrote that lyric knowing she's an Aries Rising.

Ashwinis make for really, really intense artists. Hello?? Daniel Day Lewis?? Again with him. He does not come off like an Aries, but if you have followed his acting career, you can just seeeee the fire. The art reflects inner processes. I repeat, art reflects inner processes. Pay attention to the art, not the fucking visuals, I mean the messages, the portrayals, the energy and the effort they put in their work. Your basic knowledge of Ashwini should be from all the copy pasted facts found in many websites about Ashwini which states that those born under Ashwini influence have the strength and stamina of horses. Have you people seen how thoroughbreds run on that field and train? Beyonce's stamina and work ethic for her performances reminds me of that exactly.

Stop limiting yourself to perceptions of vanity, beauty and outward “personalities” to one thing only. My goodness. This is why I support people making fun of astrology lmao. Allow yourself to see the layers and nuances to one nakshatra. Ashwini energy can be hardass and chaotic but the natives can also be internally hyperactive — though outwardly cool, calm, calculating and collected. And I explored this aspect before.

In this post, I talked about the differences between how Rahu and Ketu is perceived. I clearly gave more examples of Ketu nakshatras having one appear introspective and shy, while Rahuvians are perceived as a lot more polarizing, controversial and outwardly passionate. But that's just the nodes causing distortions because fundamentally, the rashis are what signify the underlying temperament. Ashwini and Swati are vastly different temperamentally. Also, Rahu wants to be seen, so Beyonce being Swati makes no sense. She is extremely quiet, distant and private.