#gnc reader

[aberrationaldyke]

smack a jack

sevika x black fat dyke gnc reader

game night w pookie + a dyke with sum freek plans and their undeterred partner // regular setting

“alright, alright then…” sevika brings out a deck of cards from a drawer nearby, watching you search through the fridge. their movements slow a bit. “then…just the brew you made then. nothin’ extra.”

your surprised reaction is hid, face nearly stuffed into the refrigerator. “told you those were experimental. and i don’t have any.”

a hum comes from sevika, the package of cards tapping tentatively against their metal prosthetic as they walk closer to your bent over figure. “no, i know you. somethin’ bein’ experimental doesn’t mean you don’t have it.” they brush past you, side-eyeing your ass. “and you hide things in the back of the fridge. guess what i know what’s usually in the back of all that mess?”

soft clinks emerge just as your fingers touch a bottle’s cap with a bit more force than necessary, cutting into your rebuttal to sevika. your position turns into a kneeling one, hands maneuvering the two bottles from the depths of the fridge.

blinking, sevika’s gaze drifts from you, then back, then away again, sights settling on the cards in their hand. their journey to the living room is halted by your stance returning to a standing one.

“see.” sevika gestures to the clear glass bottles filled with an inky, dark purple liquid. “also putting things behind items that can be moved or seen through doesn’t make them hidden.”

now a proper rebuttal can be made, graced by a face-to-face reunion; you match sevika’s expression, mimicking their stance in the same moment before you say, “see,” you copy their tone. your normal voice returning, you continue, “and i don’t know who invited you into my fridge. snooping is not a good look for you.”

sevika’s prosthetic reaches for the bottle you’re offering as you make your way to their awaiting figure in the middle of the walkway, their free hand rubbing across your back while you both walk back to the living room. they let you in front of them to circle the worn but sturdy coffee table, their touch lingering on your baggy clothing.

“sure was for you. thank you very much for your thorough and successful search.” sevika watches you sit down before their own body comes right beside yours. they open the package holding the cards, sliding them out and into their left hand, tossing the empty container to the edge of the coffee table. “do you know you have more plants and plant food than actual food?”

you put a coaster in front of yourself and sevika, fighting back a smile. “my stuff is in freezer. savin’ up for a second fridge for projects.” taking your bottle, you snap open the cap, a lavender mist escaping as you do. “oooouu.”

this earns chuckle from sevika, their shuffling of the cards a subconscious feat while they look at you. then their gaze goes to the bottle and a brow quirks. “as much as i applaud and appreciate your work with these experiments, i don’t think i like you near the edible intoxication part—you got a lil too much goin’ on.”

“why don’t you jus’ flip the cards and pass ‘em out so i can claim my victory?” a small sip of the concoction is taken by you. “what is this one we’re doin’, smack a jack?”

sevika follows along with your action, settling the cards in their right hand while their left opens their bottle. they subtly move closer, processing your latter statement and laughing when they do. before the tip of the bottle touches their lips, they motion vaguely with it in their grasp. “yeah, smack a jack.”

the simultaneous swig of the herbal elixir brings a hum of delight from you and a suspicious, curious grunt from sevika, alongside a mirroring comment, “sweet.”

scoffing, a lopsided smile grows on sevika’s face. “why the hell are you surprised?” their thoughts wander. “you…tested this before you bottled it, yeah? the reason you even have to save up for another fridge is because the last one exploded. which is…i’m still tryna wrap my head around…because you don’t even sell weapons.”

another sip is taken by sevika, despite their apprehension, an evident coolness coming from the recently refrigerated drink. they wince slightly when the frigidness of the beverage sustains the temperature even in the depths of their stomach. setting the bottle back down on the coaster, sevika returns to shuffling the cards a few more times before passing them out to you and theirself.

you hum, putting a hand on sevika’s knee while you take another swig of the drink. “you know so much, yet so little.” the same hand raises to their chin and nudges it lightly. “baby, you gotta pay attention more.”

sevika absentmindedly follows your touch as your hand departs from their chin, a faint grin on their lips as the warmth rushes to their cheeks. they resume to pass out the cards to the piles in front of you and theirself, finishing quickly. they grab their deck of cards, licking over their bottom lip slightly before lightly gnawing on the inside of it.

"ain't a problem for me. i can give you all the attention you want." they reach for your legs, right hand slipping toward the inside of your thigh before gripping and lifting it, setting it over their lap; the motion is repeated with the other, their touch lingering on your calf.

taking your deck of cards into your hands, your eyes flit to sevika's hand before looking at the side of their face. they cast you a side-eye before turning their head to hold you in focus while their brow quirks. with swiftness, the surface of your dark brown skin is peppered with goosebumps while your lower abdomen churns with desire.

"attemptin' to distract me." you point to sevika with your deck. "with those eyes. i know you."

an airy chuckle leaves sevika, their gaze returning to the coffee table. "then let me focus because i don't want these eyes to be part of the rant later when you lose. you don’t even know the right name of the game—it’s slapjack.”

“nine, ten, a big fat hen. smack slap. i don’t care. watch me work.” you clutch your cards tighter, features showcasing your determination.

their bottle is in their hand again for a quick swig, a soft laugh passing through sevika’s nose as they indulge, suspicion of the beverage still high. now on their fourth swallow of the concoction, sevika’s brown skin prickles, the hairs standing at attention. a prominent pulse echoes through their body and your scent is suddenly amplified. the coolness nestling in their stomach is met with a natural heat that makes them squirm in their seat slightly, their gaze flitting to the apex of your thick thighs and the fabric draping across your pudgy stomach.

“ha!” you smack down the first card on the coffee table.

sevika brings their attention back to the game, movements robotic as they put the next card down. they watch your hand jerk out, anticipating. the tenseness in their body dissipates at your reaction, a couple blinks clearing the fog of desire—or at least attempts to.

another card is put down by you with the same force, your more alert state still no match for sevika’s slightly altered one.

snatching the cards up, sevika tosses a glance your way, your impending response omitted as you take a mighty gulp from your drink. patting a very high point on your thigh lightly, sevika says, “take that in slow, baby.”

you quickly depart the bottle tip from your mouth, eyes widening as an idea comes to your mind. “take a drink if you lose the round.”

sevika raises a brow. “that a challenge or your punishment? you’re already down one.” their eyes dart to your moistened lips, heart thumping with anticipation.

feigning a frown, you hold a laugh back, trying to maintain a leveled demeanor as the brew works its way deeper. your response is put on hold when you see sevika slowly leaning toward you, their hand that remained on your thigh softly kneading the flesh. with a grip still on the neck of your bottle, you raise your fist to sevika’s chest, barring their advances.

“you just called me a loser,” you start playfully, “and think you can start rubbin’ on me?”

sevika’s gaze searches your face, seeing if you’ll put the presumed facade aside but comes to a quick realization and diverts their eyes as they begin to think. they smooth a crinkle in the fabric of your pants, the soft leisurewear running along their palm. “just offerin’ a little encouragement is all.”

you relent a bit, letting sevika close in as you watch a small smirk of victory build on their lips. affectionate irritation builds at the sight, the force of your fist against their chest returning, gently stopping them from advancing just when you can feel the warmth of their skin breathe onto yours.

gray eyes stare into yours with a questioning essence while a silent plea beams through the glimmering sights. sevika’s left hand joins the coaxing, caressing your right calf lightly.

“you put the card down next or it’s me?” the smile is evident in your inquiry.

a slight downturn comes to sevika’s lips, an ever-present hunger for the touch and feel of your skin gnawing at their senses. no help from whatever you cooked up and poured into the bottles, the processing elixir mixes with your natural scents, wafting through the air and heightening their yearning. reluctant with the action, sevika straightens and plucks a card from their deck setting it on the table to resume the game.

nearly ten minutes later, it is a surprise to you both that the deck you carry presents itself with a prominent thickness, indicating your multiple triumphs. pity building for your partner quick after the drinks had to be taken after your wins, you brushed off the challenge, taking the swigs along with sevika.

after returning from a bathroom break, you walk back to the living room, the trek slowing as your gaze travels the lengths of sevika’s body, their large, broad figure relaxed against the couch, head laid back. you creep over, watching their steady breath, a smile growing on your face. you position yourself right in front of them, eyeing their spread out legs with a particular interest.

“tappin’ out?” you murmur, looking down at sevika with your arms crossed, confidence overabundant. you study your nails with fake interest, the gloating continuing, “yeah…i would too. how many you got left in your stack five? seven? ain’t no comin’ back from that.”

sevika opens one eye, looking you up and down before the other opens. silently, they straighten up, a low grunt of effort emitting as they do. they reach out and brush their right palm along the side of your thigh, adjusting theirself to scoot closer to the edge of the couch so their face nearly meets your lower torso.

“c’mere,” sevika mutters, their left hand nearing your other thigh before both circle around and smooth over the underside of your ass. they look up at you, gaze soft.

a protest fails to emerge, your arousal heightening and making your dark brown skin spark with more heat than what is already present. it’s those damn eyes. your mouth parts as you nod slowly, taking a step forward toward sevika.

still focused on your face, sevika speaks low, “you win. i give up.” they guide your legs to settle on either side of them, your straddle earning a sigh of relief as your warmth seeps into their body. they take a moment to adjust your posture, their right hand staying on your thigh with a soft grip while the other circles around your waist, pulling you closer.

pliant, your breaths are slow and heavy, fingertips grazing sevika’s jaw. the wordless command earns their attention, their eyes ceasing their venture of your body before meeting your heated sights.

“now you want me? hm?” sevika’s hips adjust under your weight, angling them to feel your heat more.

“you wanting to take a bite a minute into smackjack is no one’s problem but yours,” you retort, tilting your head.

sevika’s lips press against your bottom lip, their thumb slipping past your waistband and rubbing your hip, the ridges of your stretch marks traced lightly. your eagerness kissing back brings a soft moan from their throat, their hold on you tightening as if they would be able to meld your bodies. the motion in your lower body earns a raspier groan and a stutter of their own hips to meet the movement.

a breath is taken, the taste of the elixir and one another lingering on your tongues. “it definitely is my problem. and trust me, i’ll take care of it.”

just injected u into an oc like them avatar machines dew

kinda obsessed w shoola and sevika time to munch

[vhyunjinverse]

The French Kiss

gn!reader x dean winchester

summary: Turns out..you’ve never kissed anyone before, to Dean’s surprise, so he teaches you.

warnings: none! fluff, first time kissing, intense kissing, heavy touching

“Oh come on- you serious?” His mocking laugh made to shrink more into yourself. Sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt that covered your legs. You sat there on Dean’s bed in the bunker, only you two in the home-like place. “I’m serious.” You muttered.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“No.”

“I find that to be bullshit- Have you seen yourself?” That made you shiver. You look up at him, face flushed in embarrassment. He popped open a bottle of water and came closer. “I know i’m hot. Trust me, i’m well aware.” You scoff, “doesn’t mean I just go around kissing people, unlike some of us..”

He rolled his eyes at that, taking a seat next to you, “Well, don’t just sit there- come on.” He motions you forward and your body moves on its own, scooting closer to him. This whole thing- You and Dean, it was new to you. For years you kept to yourself until a case brought you to the Winchesters. Since then, you’ve been inseparable. It was only recently you started to feel something for Dean..seeing him in a way you’ve never seen before.

It was days like these in the bunker where you two just talked comfortably- that’s how it started. Your talks together..just You and Dean.

You lean forward, lips puckered, ready to kiss him. But he laughs, “Dude- okay come on. We have to set the mood. Loosen up a bit huh?” His hands move forward, grabbing your chin. Your hands shook nervously… His thumb grazed your cheek, his other hand gently coming down on your thigh. “It happens naturally..” He murmured, lips close to yours. “So I’ve heard.” you swallow nervously, eyes looking at his as they fluttered shut.

“Close your eyes.” you hear him groan. your eyes flutter shut, and then you felt it- Dean’s lips pressed against yours. You couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped out of your mouth. His lips move against yours. It felt strange, you felt light but your heart heavy. Your hands grip his shirt, and he pulled back.

“Well?” He asks, hands still at your thigh, skidding up.

“Is that it?”

“Oh we haven’t even done french kissing.” He laughs as you catch your breath. Dean lays your body back on the bed, slowly hovering over your body. “Let me know if this is too much okay?”

“..Okay.” you murmur, wanting his lips back on yours. “I’m gonna do something different- and if you don’t like it then-“

“Kiss me already please Dean, god.” That makes him laugh and his lips are back on yours in an instant. Your body felt hot, at the touch of his hand going from your thigh to your hip. His thumb grazing over the bone gently. They ran over the stretch marks, making you gasp. Dean took that opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips.

It made you jump- the feeling strange and new. But he’s gentle…something you didn’t expect from Dean in any way possible. His tongue slips over your own, like a blanket. He damn near swallows your mouth whole. He lets out a small grunt, and you could tell he held back some.

You kissed him back to the best of your ability, even when your teeth bumped against his- he said it was okay- you still kissed. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise when he pulled back. His lips red, yours swollen.

“Well?” He asks, looking down at you with a small smile. “How was that for our first lesson?”

“First lesson?” You pant.

“Well yeah, doesn’t just stop there.” He scoffs out a laugh

[alexisaflop]

Chapter 13: Will the Wise

You and Steve fight, but a new friendship is appearing.

MASTERLIST

The next day, you wake up to Dustin talking to someone in his room. The low tones of his voice vibrate through the wall separating your rooms. Sighing, you begin to head towards his room to figure out what he's up to now. As you walk out of your door, you walk straight into him coming out of his. "Watch it!" he says. Right as you say, "who were you talking to?" "Myself, it's a smart people thing. Einstein did it," he says it confidently, but you can tell he's lying. You narrow your eyes at him, "Do I want to know what you've got in there?" "You do know - there's nobody," he insists stubbornly, he can be such a child sometimes. "Alright, just let me know when it bites you in the ass," you say. "You're so nice to your little brother," his voice drips with sarcasm, and the triumph of keeping his secret from you for a little longer. You roll your eyes and head for school.

For the rest of the day, you're by yourself. You get a lot of school work done, but it's getting pretty lonely. Jonathan and Nancy have suddenly become attached like glue. You wonder if it matters that Nancy's boyfriends have switched, seeing as whichever boy it is doesn't seem to change how much she values your friendship. Lunchtime finds you sitting outside under a tree. It's a dry but cool day, and a brisk wind causes you to wrap your jacket tighter around you. You're taking a break from studying and reading your book. For Hawkins high school, it's relatively peaceful. Which is, of course, when someone chooses to stand in front of you, casting a long shadow. You shiver as they block the sliver of sunlight. "Where's Nancy?" Steve sounds pissed. "Hello to you too, Harrington." "Where's Nancy? Is she with Jonathan?" "Why do you care, I thought you broke up?" Steve glares at you and squats down to your level. His hair is wet from the gym showers, he had obviously come straight here: his shirt was sticking to his damp skin. "I still care about her. Do you not care that she's up and ditched you?" You blink, not expecting him to take his upset out on you. "Steve, I know you don't care about me, so don't start pretending now." It's his turn to look surprised. Meanwhile, you calmly pack your book into your bag. The peacefulness was gone, now you'd have to find somewhere else to sit. "No, wait, I just want to fix it with her." You can't resist but roll your eyes at him. But a part of you is curious, something must have happened at basketball for him to come straight here. "What happened at basketball practice?" you ask, in spite of yourself. "Billy told m-" Suddenly you don't care anymore. "Oh, well, if Billy told you it must be true! I thought you were done with high school bullies," you couldn't stop the disappointment from creeping into your voice. "He told me Nancy skipped yesterday with Jonathan - and they still aren't back." "Are you worried about her?" His face said everything you needed to know. He was just upset to be the one to lose - typical King Steve. "I don't want to lose her," he says quietly. "Steve, you already lost her. And from an outsider's perspective, it looked like the best thing for both of you?" "Oh, for both of us? That must be why Tommy and Billy are already rubbing it in that I got dumped." You stood up and slung your bag over your shoulder, "Seriously, Steve, I thought you were past paying attention to Tommy." "It's different now." "Now that you aren't King Steve? Now that you've shown you have feelings? Anyone that's not a bully and/or asshole would know that those are just signs that you were becoming a better person. But I guess, really, you never stopped being like them." You start to walk away when he says, "that's not fair." "It's not fair? You lost one girl, Harrington. You know what's not fair? I lost my best friend to you. And then Barb died and I thought just maybe that would be enough to bring Nancy back to me. And now, you come crying to me about something that is not my job to fix. Like we're friends. We're not friends. You only pretended for Nancy's benefit. And you still are. Now that you've lost her, you're ready to go back to your old ways." "We are friends," he says it like he believes it. With a tinge of upset that you almost believe. "If we are friends, why have you never apologised for treating me like shit? Why did you expect me to sympathise with wanting the approval of people like Tommy? People who have only ever wanted to hurt me! No, leave me alone, Harrington. And if you're smart, you'll let Nancy make her own decisions too." You walked to class, it wouldn't hurt to be early. You can feel Steve's eyes watching you; his doleful expression burning into your mind's eye. Your vision is going blurry, and you're not sure if the tears are from anger or sadness.

As the bell rings for the end of the day, you're just happy to be leaving. The argument with Steve has left you with a strange taste in your mouth. It felt good to finally say aloud how upset his lack of apology and accountability about how he's treated you in the past. But your brain keeps helpfully flashing up images of how he had helped you last year. How he'd spent all night at the hospital waiting for you, just to get your brother to go home and rest. For once, you're looking forward to your work shift. As you're walking to your car you hear, "it's not like that, Billy! We're not even friends." "Good. Then why are you talking to him?" Billy's voice is practically a growl. You can't help but glance over, and see him towering over the ginger girl you now know to be Max. You smile at her as you walk past and hear her say, "you know what, Billy? From now on, I'm skating home." "Fine," Billy slammed the door to his car and drove off. Max eyebrows were raised slightly, in shock. She had actually, successfully, got Billy to back off her turf. "Hey, Max, right? Not that I was totally listening... but you live on Cherry, right? That's kind of far. I can't give you a lift there because I've got work, but the arcade is right next door if you're interested?" Your voice petered out as she gave you a sceptical look. Her eyes flitted over you, giving you a once over. You dug about in your pocket for your keys as you waited for her to make up her mind. "Dustin is your brother, right?" You nodded, "is that a yes?" "If you don't tell him. He'll never shut up about it." "I know the feeling," you said. As you left the car park, you continued, "actually Max I'm glad you moved here, my brother needed some humbling and you getting that high score on Dig-Dug really did the trick." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her smile slightly, "at least someone's glad we moved here." "You mean you don't love it here? Shocker!" "At least in California there were skate parks where I could practice. Here there is just the arcade. It didn't take me long to beat Dustin's high score." "When he gets particularly annoying, I'll remind myself that." "He can get more annoying? I don't know how you put up with him. I mean - no offence but him and Lucas are so … juvenile!" "Tell me about it," you say thinking back to only that morning, and Dustin's insistence that the secret he was keeping wasn't so very obvious. "They invite me to be in their Party which is nice, but then suddenly there's things I'm not allowed to know about for 'my own safety', or at least, that's what Lucas says," she scrunches her face and puts on a squeaky fake-Lucas voice. Even though you laugh along with Max about her excellent Lucas impression, your hands can't help but clench the steering wheel that little bit harder. If there are really things that she can't know, it means they're about the Upside Down. That it's back. "Lucas says it's not because I'm a girl. But I just know it is," Max is saying. You sigh, choosing your words carefully, "Look last year, I don't know what they've told you. But Will ... went missing. There are some things we are forbidden to talk about, mostly because we don't want to upset Will," the last bit was a small lie, but hopefully enough to tide Max over for now, "but I will do some digging - subtly, I promise - and see what I can find out." Max looked at you silently for a moment, "okay, but don't be obvious about it. I don't want to be the kid who needs an adult to help her make friends." You grinned, "Don't worry, I am not an adult."

A/N

Sorry its been a while - no time at all atm

[mommycity]

Phone sex with ftm geto ughhfdbbnj imagine he’d put the phone on face time and show you his still naked body, hoodie between his teeth and his pajama pants brought down around his thighs. He looks so fucking sexy as he pulls his pussy lips apart showing you how wet he is. It’s almost hypnotizing till he finally groans out “m so horny baby look”. His clit is so swollen and red, his lips so fat with little trimmings of hair. His pussy clenches around nothing and you can visibly see him getting wetter from being watched.

“Play with it sugu” and thats all he needs. His fingers will rummage through his soppy wet folds and anchor themselves to his clit. Fuck he’s so beautiful. Just wanna see sugu moan about good it feels. He’s arching his back panting,”m a good boy? Please fuck me pleaseee” over and over.

[heyhelloitsmilo]

couch cuddles

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moon system x gn!reader

word count: 666 (nice)

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✨ might be a little ooc, getting back in the rhythm! owed a steven fic so heres one :) my IOU is paid

⚠️ warnings: milo standard fluff, show accurate depiction of DID, petnames used (lovingly)

💛 pairings: steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader, jake lockley × reader, moon system × reader

💫 summary: pillow talk/mornin cuddles

🎶 music i listened to: A Man Without Love, Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Kiss Her You Fool

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You stirred to the feeling of warm breath on your collarbones, neck cricked from sleeping on the couch. You groaned softly, opening your eyes against the morning sunlight, greeted with a sleeping Steven, nestled up on your chest. Being light sleepers, it didn't take long before Steven woke up, your hand in his curls, breathing quietly in the cozy apartment. It seemed the two of you had fallen asleep on the couch after watching some Ancient Egyptian documentary. Marc had been co-con for a while, at least while the gods he knew were involved, but he'd been long gone. Jake? Nowhere to be found. Or just quiet.

"Mmn..." Steven hummed, resting his face in the crook of your neck, hugging your side. You giggled softly, feeling his stubble against your skin, wrapping your arms around his neck. "G'mornin' love..." He mumbled into your skin, eyelids fluttered shut, hand around your waist. You smiled, nestling your face in Steven's hair, kissing the crown of his head, gentle and sweet. "Good morning, Steven."

The two of you stayed like that, legs tangled, hands gently caressing one another, the sound of birds outside coming through the window. You sighed softly. Slow weekend mornings like these were always nice. Khonshu leaving the guys alone, at least for a little while, experiencing peace and quiet.

"We should get up and eat soon." You mumbled, face still in Steven's hair. He groaned softly, shaking his head. "I know... but a lit'le longer couldn't hurt, right?" You nodded with a small chuckle, gently rubbing your hands up and down Steven's back. "I didn't say right now. But yes, we can stay cuddled up for a bit longer." You felt Steven melt under your hands, more than he had already. It made you smile, knowing how comfortable you made Steven and the guys. It made you very aware of how much they trusted you, how much they valued you. And it made you feel nice. They held a spot in your heart, just as much as they held spots in their hearts for you.

You tilted your head to the side, fixing the soft cushion beneath your head, watching your partner as he relaxed. You appreciated every detail, the way his chest expanded with every breath, his pretty eyelashes, his nose, the way his curls framed his face. You loved it all, cherished it all. You pressed a gentle kiss to Steven's forehead, smiling as he playfully scrunched his face in response.

"You're so cute..."

"I'm not cute, you are."

"Nah, you're way cuter."

"Can we agree that you both are cute and eat breakfast?" Marc spoke up, sounding a bit done with your little banter. It made you crack up, your shoulders shaking as you stifled your laughter.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, grumpy." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Good morning to you too, Marc. And Jake if you're listening."

"He always is." Steven said after a moment, coming back to full consciousness. "...We really should eat breakfast. I can hear your stomach gurgling."

"Maybe." He wasn't wrong on that front. You were hungry. And you'd be damned if you didn't wanna get up and eat. But... the couch cushions and the cuddles were so cozy... You wanted to get up and stay put simultaneously. Conflicting feelings. "What're we feeling for breakfast, anyways? I think we still have those vegan sausages in the freezer, pretty sure we have pancake mix, cereal, fruits, oatmeal... Lots of options."

Steven watched as you rambled, supposedly finding the whole thing adorable, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. "Hmm, sausage and pancakes sounds nice... Cut up some strawberries if we have 'em..." His voice was still gravelly from sleep, thinking about food with you was nice. He gently pressed kisses to your jawline and chin, loving and soft with every touch.

"Mmnh...." You smiled, tilting your head back into the armrest, allowing Steven more access to your neck.

"Five more minutes?"

"Of course, Steven."

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i love fluffs (short n sweet <3)

hope you enjoyed!

- milo 💛

[defectivevillain]

darling i do

pairing: Percival Graves/Reader

The reader experiences gender dysphoria and is implied to be transmasculine/nonbinary/gnc. no pronouns are used and race is ambiguous.

summary: You’re having a bad day, but you don’t want to burden Percival with the details. Unfortunately for you, he is rather perceptive.

word count: 1.4k | ao3 version

This is extremely self indulgent, but I hope my fellow transmasc/nb/gnc folks find solace in this piece. :)

also i'm using this gif again and no one can stop me.

warnings: gender dysphoria

You hear the exact moment Percival gets home—not because he’s loud, but because you’re sitting in the living room waiting for him. You greet him with a soft smile, pretending the gesture doesn’t take an unreasonable amount of effort. “Hi, Percival,” you remark. 

“Hello,” he remarks, the tension seeping from his shoulders as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. Percival takes his bag off and hangs it on the hook near the entrance, before doing the same with his coat. “How was your day?” he asks.

“Alright,” you remark, pushing past all the self-deprecating thoughts running through your mind. You don’t want to burden Percival with the details. “How about you?”

“It was good,” Percival replies, bending down to remove his shoes. “The department’s starting to get pretty busy—sorry I’ve been home late these past few days.” His lips are pressed in a thin line and there’s an apologetic look on his face. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault,” you’re quick to reassure him. Percival is the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, after all. His work is important. “And don’t forget—we have leftovers from takeout the other night.”

“Oh, right,” he nods, taking a few steps forward. “Thank you.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before walking to the fridge. You watch him for a moment, before settling back on the couch. The television is on, but you find it hard to focus. A maelstrom of apprehension, dejection, and dysphoria is swirling around you. 

You don’t want to acknowledge your feelings. Unfortunately for you, Percival is rather perceptive. He’s an Auror, after all. Not to mention, the man has high emotional intelligence. You’re not sure why you even bother trying to hide from him in the first place. 

For an immeasurable amount of time, you let the light from the television wash over you. At some point, you hear Percival get up from the table and wash his dishes. Before you can attempt to slip away, he’s standing before you. “Something wrong, love?” Percival asks, moving to sit next to you on the couch. His attentive gaze nearly makes you crumble right then and there. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“It’s nothing,” you murmur, looking down at your clasped hands. You bite the inside of your cheek and keep your thoughts hidden. Somehow, your feelings must show on your face regardless, because Percival frowns. 

The man places a hand on yours, prompting you to look over at him. “If it’s making you feel like this…” he breaks off, concern written all over his face, “it has to be something.” You still can’t find the words. Your tongue feels glued to the roof of your mouth; you can’t even begin to describe the confusing torrent of emotions rushing through you right now. 

Percival is stubborn, though. “What is it?” he implores. 

You inhale slowly, feeling as if a giant spotlight is searing through your skin. Sentiments of inadequacy and wrongness refuse to leave, clinging to your skin uncomfortably. You don’t feel right today. “I don’t like my hair,” you eventually answer. Indeed, you’d spent the better part of the walk home from work looking at the people passing you, wondering why you couldn’t look like them. 

“Why?” Percival asks. He doesn’t look disbelieving or skeptical—he simply wants to understand. 

“I don’t know,” you choke out. In reality, you do know. You love your hair, you really do, but for the past few days, you’ve been perceived as the opposite gender more times than you can count. While you’ve already taken steps to socially transition, it doesn’t feel like enough. Your hair seems like the easiest thing to change, and your dysphoria has narrowed in on it as the source of the problem. If your hair were shorter, you’d look better. If your hair were shorter, you wouldn’t be mistaken as someone you’re not. 

“You sure?” Percival continues. His hand remains on yours, providing a reassuring pressure. His gaze hasn’t wavered since he first sat down next to you. The recognition makes your eyes begin to burn. You stare at him, before silently leaning forward and embracing him. Percival is quick to reciprocate, tugging you closer until your head is nearly buried in his shoulder. 

“I’m not sure,” you whisper against his shoulder. It comes out muffled, but Percival seems to understand regardless (as he always does).

“What can I do to help?” he questions. That is just one of the many reasons why you love Percival. Rather than scrutinizing your feelings or trying too hard to understand your experiences, he focuses on assisting you above all. He doesn’t treat you like a puzzle that needs to be solved, doesn’t make you feel irrational or unreasonable for having bad days. 

“My hair,” you choke out. “Can you help me cut it?” 

Percival blinks. “Of course,” he responds without hesitation. He places a hand on your shoulder briefly. “Let’s move to the bathroom,” Percival says, eyes flitting to the door down the hall. You get up from your seat and walk over there, knowing he’ll follow you. 

Moments later, you find yourself sitting on the nearby chair with Percival standing over you. His gaze wanders your face before settling on your hair. “What length are you thinking?” he asks. You’re briefly overwhelmed by appreciation, at the way he immediately moved to help you in whatever way he knew how. You forget that he’s waiting for an answer until he repeats himself.

“Short,” you say, avoiding his eyes. 

“Very helpful,” Percival smiles mirthfully. You huff past the tightness in your chest. “How short?” 

“I don’t know,” you respond helplessly. “Just… really short. Almost a buzzcut.” 

The air is quiet for a few seconds. “Are you sure?” Percival asks. You know he’s not questioning your decision; rather, he’s clarifying that you want him to be the one to do it. 

“Yeah,” you say, your throat feeling tight. There’s no one I trust more than you, you think. 

“Alright,” he says. “Ready?” Percival stills and holds his wand up towards you. You nod silently and he takes a deep breath. “Crinus Muto.” You close your eyes and ignore the strange chilling sensation that runs up your spine, knowing it to be a mere side effect of the spell. It should only take a few seconds, but you keep your eyes closed for a few moments after. For some reason, you’re scared to look. Fear strikes through you as you imagine how horrible you could look. What if you don’t have the right face shape? What if this haircut just makes everything worse? What if—?

“You can look now,” Percival says gently. 

You stand up and slowly open your eyes. For a moment, the light assaults your eyes and you’re squinting. Your vision clears soon enough, leaving you to take in your new haircut. “I—” you break off, feeling your lips pulling at the edges as you stare at yourself in the mirror, “I love it.” You’re smiling now. You bring a hand up to your hair and continue looking in the mirror. Your reflection looks… like you. You look more comfortable, more confident. You can’t hide the grin on your face. For a minute or two, you simply stare at your reflection in awe. As you’re looking in the mirror, you accidentally make eye contact with Percival, who is looking at you with an unreadable expression.  “What?” you ask self-consciously. 

He blinks for a moment, as if waking from a trance. A smile grows on his face. “You look wonderful,” Percival admits, reaching out to run a thumb along your temple and across your new short hair. You don’t say anything, but your skepticism must show on your face, because Percival is quick to continue. 

“I’m serious,” he maintains. Percival brings his hands to your face again, turning your head to the side to get a better look at your new haircut. He brings you back with a delicate hand on your jaw and you feel flames race across your skin as you see the expression on his face. Percival looks absolutely lovestruck. Smitten. Surely that isn’t for you—surely that look isn’t because of you. “You look… incredibly handsome,” he confesses. At first, you suspect that he just said that to make you feel better. But the way he’s looking at you—the way he’s holding you—convinces you that the compliment is entirely genuine. 

“...Thanks,” you remark hesitantly. And you’re sure Percival knows that you’re thanking him for more than just the haircut. You’re thanking him for understanding you, in a way few others have even bothered to. You’re thanking him for his endless compassion, his determination, and his unwavering faith in you. 

Percival smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Any time, love,” he promises. You take comfort in the unshakeable knowledge that he truly means it.

Me: *includes pet names a total of two times in this story* Also me: this feels like too much.

grAHHHHHHHH where is Percival Graves. I need him like SpongeBob needs water.

anyway, thanks for reading! <3

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[alphasunpup]

Feedist Kinktober Day 15- Slasher/Guardian Angel

Once again, you're thr last standing survivor of a horror camper

Ready to fight against the slasher villains and then there's a bright light and you're whisked away

You wake up in a cabin, your injuries bandages up nicely and a bowl of hot food with some whiteish soda

You eat the food, liking the nice feeling it gives as it sits in your tummy. You take a sip of the soda and the flavor reminds you of that milkis soda

Once you're finished, you decide to explore the cabin

You find a beautiful angel cooking in the kitchen. They don't touch the ground. Their wings are tucked close to them and you have the sense there are more eyes than you can see

They notice you and sit you down for another bowl of stew this time with some bread as a starch to help you heal up. They explain to you how they were your guardian angel and rescued you.

You try to remember what happened before but everything is white and fuzzy. So you take their word and est your food. They explain that they would let you go once they felt it was safe for you to return back to the human realm

You don't question any of it. You're tired and need the food and sleep. This goes on for some months maybe years, time doesn't exist or matter anymore.

You're so much fatter now. Your belly folds over itself, covering any hopes of reaching your vagina. Your flat chest filled out so much it's hard to see your top surgery scars.

You ask your guardian angel if it's safe to go back to the camp or the human realm on general.

They give you a sweet expression, their brown doe eyes warm and inviting. And they tell you gently, not yet. That they would protect you until the danger passed.

You take their word and go to sit down and have your 2nd dinner of the evening

Of course the danger would never pass because they weren't going to let it

Sure being this slasher person and killing humans was so beneath them. But if it meant getting to protect you from humanity and watching you plump up, it's worth it then

[taking-a-footnote-in-your-life]

Does anyone know any December writing challenges?? I wanna try and give myself some motivation and accountability 😭💀

[aberrationaldyke]

adrian chase/vigilante headcanons

forgot how much of a bbg he is ugh

black plus-size gnc reader

includes sfw and nsfw situations

listens to music inside his helmet

loves to collect those aprons with bodies printed on the front—any type of body at that

neurodivergent !

rambles a whole lot about random shit and redirects the conversation at least ten times before getting back to the main topic

he’s so sassy like you really can’t be going back and forth with him and expect to have the last word

sandals w no socks + flexes his toes a lot (stimming)

so papa-coded

mask on/off sfw = heavy eye contact

if he’s flustered with his mask on/off he’s gonna look everywhere but at you and will be sneaking glances

^actually it depends. he can be very heavy eye contact being flustered tew hmmm.

he’s so feral and unhinged

likes to bite you

is a jokester mostly but can turn it off in an instant once you give him a certain look

giggles a lot

touch starved lord. when’s the last time he got a hug

^gives long tight hugs + buries his face in your neck

likes to touch but the first time y’all went out his hands only hovered near your body, his demeanor hesitant

very clingy—both as a companion and as a lil boo ting

likes pda when it’s initiated by you

a brat. kinda hard to tame lmaooo he’s a good tease.

^starts off talkative then turns into a mess of whimpers and incoherent words.

begs easily. like you really don’t gotta do much intimidation once his brat battery runs out

sleeps with his mouth open

actually purrs when y’all cuddle

good big spoon and little spoon

checks on you a lot when y’all decide to sleep separately

is a really good cook—watches the cooks at the diner he works at a lot

loves to feed you + watch you eat

easily flustered by ordinary things you do

definitely gets turned on by your bouts of aggression and moments when you take control (outside of intimate settings)

so when y’all are on missions, his adrenaline gets paired with arousal

and after he’s v unhinged have mercy

gives off stalker

that's bc he is! and he doesn't deny it when caught

ending it here but more parts are to come :3

[vhyunjinverse]

I feel like Spencer would be big on praise, specially from reader- being the one to give it to him the most.

I like to think when they have sex, reader’s mostly on top of things. They whisper to sweet, sweet little Spencer while he moans out at the praise falling from your lips. How your hands hug his waist perfectly while you kiss the skin there, telling him just how beautiful his slutty little waist is.

Or when you take his cock into your mouth, how you look up at him with most enjoyment. How you kiss the tip, all the while letting Spencer know just how perfect his perfect little cock fit into your mouth.

Maybe it’s when he’s finally fucking you. How his face is buried into your shoulder while you tell him how much of an amazing job he’s doing..pressing spots only he can reach. How your hands always find his beautiful hair, letting him know just how much you loved the smell when he’s tucked into your shoulder..and how you liked to pull it.

Perhaps it’s when you’re both done and he’s cleaning you up that you whisper how much you love him, and how full you were and proud of it. How he’d blush and fidget around like he didn’t blow into you before.

[hollowtakami]

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• Giyuu Tomioka

• Rengoku Kyojuro

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[mommycity]

Geto is a sweetie yesindeedy. In my heart of hearts ik he is very giving. That’s why he does almost anything you want, if it’s for the greater good anyway. But his favorite part of the dynamic is when you use him, ride his aching dick to hell, sit on his face and smother him, spit in his mouth and kiss him roughly. Literally fuck him!!! He’s your property!!! Rub his taint and tell him how good he is and he’ll follow with a returned “it’s all yours. Yours all yours” while panting. I think he’d even like getting his prostate stimulated !! He’s such a cute slut he’s not even vocal, just small whimpers and tight grasps on your waist

[alexisaflop]

Wait On Your Song Masterlist

A Steve Harrington x Henderson reader Stranger Things rewrite.

This is a real slow burn fic written primarily from the reader's perspective, but I do like to change it up sometimes. I use gender neutral language for the reader most of the time and don't plan on writing any smut.

Title based on Rock and Roll Suicide by David Bowie

Warnings: canon universe level violence/gore, use of Y/N

All chapters are also on AO3 here and tagged on this blog as #wait on your song.

Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers

Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street

Chapter 3: Holly Jolly

Chapter 4: The Body

Chapter 5: The Flea and The Acrobat

Chapter 6: The Monster

Chapter 7: The Bathtub

Chapter 8: The Upside Down

Chapter 9: Intermission

Chapter 10: MadMax

Chapter 11: Trick or Treat, Freak!

Chapter 12: The Pollywog

Chapter 13: Will the Wise

[l3xistentialism]

HAPPY PRIDE Y’ALL

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷🤍🩵🤎🖤

I’m offering PAY WHAT YOU CAN readings for the month with options for $10, $20, or $30 readings available.

My little one has expressed having a hard time at school as they navigate understanding their gender & I just wanted to do something for Pride Month that shows them there’s more to the world than what they deal with at school.

If you’re interested in getting a reading hit me up via DM or emailing me directly at [slangincards at gmail dot com] ❤️

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Expect readings to be sent out within 3-5 days of booking.

Love y’all frfr.

[yoshikis-cat-hairclip]

Heyyyy!!! I saw your haikyuu reacting to kisses post and now I want to request a what would haikyuu boys be like before dating you specifically daichi but please feel free to add other characters!!

Also if you don't mind could I be 🥟 anon??

❝ #⋆˚࿔ ꒰ঌ Haikyuu boys crushing on you 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ! ໒꒱ ❞

tagsજ⁀➴ᝰ.ᐟ╰┈➤.ᐟ.ᐟ GN!reader, fluff

featuring...Hajime Iwazumi, Daichi Sawamura, Nishinoya Yu

warnings .ᐟ : use of y/n, slightlyy ooc for Iwazumi I fear

A/n: AHHHH I love daichi sm. He was suppose to be in the kisses one but then I got tired and just said fuck it and posted it. But I love him smm (also yes you may be 🥟 anon)

★┊[Hajime Iwazumi ] .ᐟ

- he’s so nonchalant…until he’s not.

Like he’ll be very regular around you until you throw a compliment his way

The most awkward smirk will make its way onto his face.

And he’s trying his absolute hardest to act like a normal human around you but he literally just can’t and then as soon as you leave he’s buckling down onto his knees in sheer embarrassment and agony internally

Because— what the hell is his deal? your literally just his friend he should be able to take a compliment (he’s in DEEP denial)

Another thing is that sometimes he’ll just like stare accidently

Half the time he doesn’t even realize it but when he’s disturbed he swears to god his heart palpitates just a little

oikawa takes full advantage of this to scare him, because usually, he can’t. It’s borderline impossible to scare this man.

But boy oh boy when he stares at you there is not a hint of social awareness going in in that brain.

Despite alllll of this, takes him forever to catch on to the fact he likes you

And it would be something painfully simple that would make him realize it too like..

You two walk together, synchronized in each step you take as the rain paves a path on the sidewalk to your house. Iwa holds an umbrella overhead, his bag slung over his shoulder lazily As you talked on and on about your day while he listened silently. Only adding little hums and chuckles once in a while. Too busy committing every little detail of your stories to memory to actually be an active participant of the conversation. But still, he was listening. Every muse, every smile and giggle and jest thrown his way he caught. And when the ground seemed to dissipate under your feet like the was world opening open and sucking you under. Iwa acts. And fast too, Faster than you’ve ever seen him (damn near gave you whiplash). His hand flies to your wrist and pulls you back up and against him. His hands are firm maybe a bit too against your frame, only tightening slightly. The umbrella forgotten somewhere behind the two of you, sustaining the beating of the rain and the rapid nearly audible beating of his heart.

“Jesus— you okay there?” You nod as you slide away from him to sit up right, a small termor could be felt in his hands as you move and they ceed back and to his sides. “Mhm, though now I gotta wash this when I get home..” a small pout forms as you notice you slipped on a dip in the ground of all things; and now your shoes and pants are drenched as the dip had flooded. He wanted so bad to say something but nothing comes out. His throat cranks out air instead of words. Slowly, it turns into a laugh. “Hey..” you murmur, your glare meant to be taken as a warning but doesn’t. “Alright, alright. Sorry. C’mon let’s get you home. I’ll get you something tomorrow, anything my treat.” And Shit free food? Who were you to argue? And Iwazumi was glad you did it to, because if you even looked at him a second longer he would’ve noticed. How red he was and the was his palms became moist.

That evening when he gets home, he thinks over it and realizes then and there that he had fallen, and hard too.

From there internally how he feels about that ranges from “when he sees me” from waitress to screaming, crying, and throwing up that this happened to him of all people.

Tells NO one. And I mean NOBODY.

And it works because nobody even thinks he likes anyone

The way you find out is because it accidentally slips out one time from him. I don’t know how yet, but I’m convinced that’s the case.

₊˚๑ ꒰Daichi Sawamura꒱ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ

I think he’s the type to notice you in class or something and then spend the whole year trying to get close to you and be your friend

Mostly through school, since he is not the best with introductions,

probably got paired with him for a group project and got your phone number, then from there, you two become friends

It's not very obvious that he likes you; he always acts perfectly normal.

Walking you home? pft-- well that's a common thing! Doing whatever you ask of him with little no questions? He's just doesn't ask many questions! Having a keen interest in whatever you show him and making an effort to learn more about it so you two can talk more? He's just a good friend and likes to be around you!

just his nice, kind, regular, and utterly hospitable self. And it works too because, because he's nice to literally everyone.

however his friends? Yeah they know.

"Oh! yeah I was just hanging out here. Oh this is y/n's class?--" Packkkk it up bucko, you're fooling absolutely no one here.- suga (probably )

Again, It's not extremely obvious when he has a crush but when you know Daichi and watch him when you're around? Very obvious.

it's very much little things like the way he hangs onto every word you say, the way his tone softens just slightly when it's just you two speaking, his stolen glances every now and again.

when suga finds out he is relentless with his teasing towards daichi.

god for BID, you come to visit one of his practices. It's over for him

as soon as you leave; they are on his neck, questioning him about you. If he doesn't? Well, why not just ask the source in the first place!

"hey, y/n right? Daichi's friend?" Tanaka calls, his voice breaking out of the trance you were in, listening to the echo of volleyball's smacking around the gym. He races up to your spots on the stands. "yeah, you're... Tanaka right?" He nods and sits next to you with a bit of hop in his step. "so I wanted to ask you—“ suddenly a smaller boy, noya popped out like a groundhog beside him. “we wanted to ask you, how does daichi act around you? Like do you two walk home together?” “Well— sometimes, we get some food—“ “he buys you food?! No way!” “Dude he never gets us stuff no fair!” “Really? He always does for me no questions asked.” They look like they’re gonna have an aneurysm from his knowledge alone. From there the floodgates just open. Do you work part time? Oh? He gives you things when he passes by? How often does he pass by? Hmmm, hm interesting… “You two!times up we've gotta get to work!" Daichi hollard loud enough to cause a bit of a jump. “but we have three minutes--" "now.”

He apologizes relentlessly over and over again once he gets the time to.

However all the questions does make you wonder…

It takes him a longgg time to build up the courage to actually say something. but when he does he's so romantic and sweet about it.

Flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards.

He's usually really good with words... that all flies out the window. His hands are sweaty, stiff as a board and is probably on the verge of passing out. while the rest of the team is watching from a window or something

𐔌 . 𓎟 Nishinoya yu ᐟ｡୧ ꒱

Bold. so, so bold.

Play flirts CONSTANTLY with you

"haha you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" type beat yk

However gets embarrassed immediately if you flirt back

he knows everything about you. Favorite color, food, part-time job, sport(s) you play, friends, he knows it ALL. he's obsessed,

He'll wear something he knows you like, and act's surprised when you compliment him and start twirling his hair and giggling like a schoolgirl

Either that or he puffs his chest out and tries to act so suave and cool

"yeah you know, I was just out, in my car strolling and I saw this necklace and I just- felt compelled to buy it" mind you, he has neither a car or a license or permit of any kind; and he begged his mom to have it.

he tries to act at least halfway decent around you and not be a complete pervert. if anyone brings up anything remotely weird he's done past or present, they will get attacked at his nearest convenience

You get invited to all his games

gives you the biggest grin ever whenever he even touches the ball

he also does just the absolute most when you're around. Complete show off

He blabs about you to everyone non-stop so he is frequently told to shut up. Like at any corner he just HAS to bring you up it's a compulsion atp

despite this, is so chicken at even the NOTION of confessing

"Dude, just get with her already the worst thing she can say is--" "no!! shut up! shut your dirty little mouth Tanaka!"

listen..he's just waiting for the right moment to strike he'll do it ...eventually...

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[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Adventurer NSFW Headcanons

*You are responsible for your own media consumption*

Mentions of: Dumbification, intimate dreams, bongage, choking, praise and degradation, dry humping, use of the word "slut", masturbating

General:

- First thing to note about Jesse: he is panromantic, meaning he adored his darling for how and who they are. Does he have sexual urges? Yes and those sexual fantasies of his darling develop as he descends into his obsession. Does that mean he feels like he NEEDS to have sex with his darling? Absolutely not. Give him a fleshlight and his darling's undergarments and he's good to go. Would he want to have sex with them? Yes but if they ain't into it, they ain't into it, but that's fine because he just wants to spend every waking minute being with them.

- Jesse is definetly a switch. Yes, he'd love to use his whip to tie your hands above the bed and watch you squirm underneath him in pleasure but he also would love the idea of waking up to see you straddling him and looking down at him with hungry eyes.

- LITERALLY DOESN'T CARE IF YOUR EXPERIENCED OR NOT, HE IS COOL EITHER WAY. If you're inexperienced then he'll try be as gentle as possible, softly guiding you through it and showing where to touch and helping you. Will absolutely stop in the middle of sex if you have any concerns and it's amazing how goes from seductive to listening to you so patiently and smiling softly at you as you speak on your concerns and he tries to reassure you as best as he can or tweak his whole approach and once you're all good, he goes back to being seductive.

- If you're pretty well experienced, he is absolutely excited to see it for himself. Would love to be beneath you even when he's the one domming/topping because he wants to see if he can make you experience an orgasm like you've never felt before or touch you in ways you've never been touched if you let him.

- Jesse would feel an extreme amount of guilt at first. He wakes up in a coldsweat in his tent in the jungle because he had an erotic dream about the two of you and he just pants softly before he rubs his face and tries to shake it out of his head.

"C'mon, Jesse, the hell's wrong with ya?"

- He knows he has feelings for you at this point, he just isn't yet aware of how dark they are. In the beginning, he'd try to wake himself up as fast as he could when he had those dreams but the deeper he becomes obsessed, the more he allows himself to indulge in them.

- You wouldn't know about this either, since he's very good at treating you same as ever. He might be easily flustered around you a lot more but he plays it off as just lack of sleep from researching and adventuring and thats why he's so weird and out of it. But then you look away and he just stares intently at your ass and shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing.

- If you happen to leave an article of clothing or something in the archives of the university you both work at, like a scarf or a jacket or anything else then it is his now. First he would put them over his pillow and cuddle it and pretend it was you but then one night he had one of his damn dreams again and well, he felt absolutely pathetic as he used it to try and get rid of his boner. When he returns it after it loses your scent, he makes up something like that it was in the lost-in-found but really dirty so he took it home and cleaned it. His heart soars when you smiled and thank him but frowns when you ask: "Jesse, you're honestly the most amazing friend anyone can ask for!"

"Aw, shucks, darlin'...That's-...That's real sweet of ya."

- WHEN YOU TWO FINALLY GET TOGETHER, IF YOU WANT TO EXCITE HIM: use the keys you have to get into his house and wait for him nude. He'll come home, tired and exaughster but when he walks in the bedroom and sees you there with your legs spread nice and open for him. He just smiles like a doofus and is quick to strip and jump in bed with you.

Kinks:

Dry Humping: God he will absolutely hump his hips against his bed or his pillow when he thinks or dreams of you. In general, he'd love how sensual and exciting dry humping is. Like, you'll he bent over one of the tables in your shared work spot and you moan softly and desperately as he grinds his hips against you from behind, or maybe you'll wrap your arms around him and grind against his thigh and palm at the bulge in his pants and he'll squeeze your ass through whatever bottoms your wearing. It's like heaven honestly when he looks down at you and your looking up at him, your eyes dreamy and half-lidded but when he hears footsteps of the annoying headmaster, the both of you are talking about the history of some civilization and once he leaves, you and Jesse look at each other and smile. But yeah, you wouldn't even have to be naked for Jesse to want to bend you over the table, just let him hump you from behind and massage your chest as he leaves hickies on your neck.

Fingering: God please just let him shove his fingers in your hole and give you the most pleasure you've ever experienced. His hands are big and calloused from his adventures and sometimes you catch yourself noticing the veins on them. They'll feel so good as he uses them to squeeze your thighs and they'll feel even better once they're inside you. If AFAB, PLEASE LET HIM FINGER YOU IN THE MIRROR. Lean against his chest and moan and beg as his fingers explore inside of you and fuck you so good that you'll keep a hand on his wrist to let him know that he's not done yet. Let him see himself touching that sweet pussy of yours and how he leaves you so nice and wet. If AMAB, him jerk you off and if you'll let him, stretch out your ass. Just him gently whispering about how good his darling is doing for him as he pumps your cock with his hand and praise you for taking his two fingers so well and being so good for your sultry moans and whimpers.

Brat taming: Yandere Adventurer has the whip and the "fuck around and find out attitude". Jesse is a sweet man but even he has his limits, especially if it's his darling trying to tease him sexually or being a little difficult. When he finally gets his hands on you, he will make you absolutely cry as he somewhat mocks you.

"Aw, whats wrong, poor baby? Don't worry, after ya learned your lesson, Jesse'll take care of you real good. Just hold on a lil' longer~"

Pegging: LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO BEND HIM OVER AND TIE HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK WITH HIS OWN WHIP AND RAIL HIM WITH A GIANT STRAP ON, HE WON'T STOP YOU. If you want to grab his lil pony tail and pull it back so you can hear him beg and yell like a whore in his southern drawl, he is down for that. If you want him to get on his knees and suck on your strap on and then grab his hair and face fuck him with it for the fun of it, HE HAS NO COMPLAINTS. But like, only if you want to tho-

Anything that has to do with you sitting on his face: Please let him eat you out. When you're stressed, sometimes he just thinks that maybe you'd be a little less stressed if you just sat on his face and let his tongue take away all the stress from your pretty little head. If you're worried about hitting him, he will reminded you he got trapped in an elephant stampede and survived somehow.

"...A-Are you comparing me to an ELEPHANT?"

"WHA- NAH, I'M JUST- That definely ain't what I meant! See? This is why ya gotta sit on my face so I don't say dumb shit like that-"

".... Have a good day, Jesse-"

"DARLIN', I JUST MEANT TO SAY YA DON'T GOTTA BE AFRAID OF ME GETTIN' HURT!"

Manhandling: Look, he grew up in a farm in the south so he absolutely is able to to toss, choke, and hold you down but since it helped him realize his own strength, he knows how gentle he's gotta be with you too. But yeah him just holding your wrists above your head as he pins you against the wall and his other arm wrapped around your waist so he can fuck you. Or like, 69 you but HE'S STANDING UP. So if you're sucking him off but slowing down, he can grab the back of your hair and bob your head for you as he does his part to make you feel good.

- Bondage: Loves the idea of tying you up and being tied up himself. HE'D BE SO DOWN FOR SUSPENSION but understands if you don't want to do it, but let him tie your hands together and tie your legs apart. Another thing is that he's escaped ropes before so when you tie him up and he acts all whiny and helpless as you tease him, just know that he's actually enjoying it. Also, about those dreams he's had, he's definetly had one where he got stuck in a bunch of tree vines and was suspended from the ground but was exactly crotch level to your face and instead of getting him down, you sucked him off. He walked into a wall the next day and when you asked about his black eye, he tells you that it was a hitman-

- Choking: It goes without saying that Jesse won't try to hurt you, since, after all, he's fucking you so YOU feel good but he does like it when he leaves bruises on your neck from his hands or small indents if his nails and he licks over them when you're both in the bathtub and he's cleaning you up. If you choke him out? Instantly nutting and he's absolutely shameless about it.

Praise/Degradation: If want to be praised, he's got you! He praises you all time in non sexual ways but moments when you're sitting on his lap and he's planning for his latest trip that he decides to be mean and whisper sweet nothings and seductive praise. For degradation, he's a bit hesitant and would want to talk about it since he doesn't think people who love each other should say things like that to each other but if you're into it, watch him slowly enjoy calling you his cockdumb slut. He also likes praise himself, no matter whose being more submissive that session, but if you want to degrade him, he'll hesitantly allow it but the longer he's with you, please call him a manwhore. A pervert who instantly opens his lega for you and only you. Be smug that you got the most amazing and impressive historian underneath you and his eyes are rolled back as you call him some mean names that don't cross over the line TOO much. Whether you're being mean or being nice, he loves it, but he comes to find out that you being a bit mean to him hits different.

- Overstimulation: THIS MAN HAS SO MUCH STAMINA IT IS INSANE. NO TOY CAN OUTDO OR MAKE YOU FEEL HALF AS GOOD FOR AS HALF AS LONG AS HE CAN. Cry as he fucks you through your orgasm, go numb with pleasure as his mouth licks and sucks whatever it can reach, and whimper timidly when you feel his calloused hands grab you and pull you into him because he promises this is the last tine and he'll be done. Alternatively, OVERSTIMULATE HIM. Put him to the test by using so many toys and vibrators on him while having him eat you out or such or bitting into him. Watch as that happy little smile turns into a lip bite as you make him orgasm for the 6th time that night and how he'll hasp in surprise as you get ready to make it 7.

- Dumbification: He loves watching you turn into a babbling mess. He loves having intelligent conversations with you but he also discovered that he loves it when you talk absolute nonsense because his cock is pounding you so good. He will get dumb with you two and soon you both are just two bodies pressed each other mindlessly fucking and he loves it. He loves that all you can do is incoherently beg for him not to stop and that your whines are the only thing that his brain can hear and that the pleasure of his cock being squeezed by you is the only thing he can feel.