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Kinktober day 21

Trafalgar D. Water Law + Size Kink

Readers the same size as katakuri, because yes. If theres one thing I love, it’s a size difference, so I started running in circles thinking about it.

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Dating someone so much bigger than himself could be difficult at times, but that didn’t stop Law from loving you anyways. He was lucky enough to have a devil fruit power that allowed him to pretty much teleport up onto your shoulder, or close enough to plant a kiss on you when he needed too.

There were other difficulties, like the fact that you didn’t fit on most parts of the polar tang, and especially not in his small personal bedroom, which meant that most cuddling was kept to the common areas or whatever room you had found that fit you.

You didn’t have a devil fruit, so it wasn’t like you could turn into ash or steam, or shrink at will, but you two figured it out. Even if the rest of Laws crew did taunt him lovingly about his relationship whenever they caught you two cuddling or being affectionate.

Laws obsession with your size also wasn’t much of a secret, at least between you two. In the beginning he hadn’t felt sure about confession anything he liked or wanted, not feeling secure about himself or knowing if he could trust you. it took you both a while to grow comfortable, but after that you learned to read his signs and reactions.

This was how you figured out that he really liked your size. In the beginning you thought it was just your hands, since you could almost pick him up with one hand, and he always seemed to chew at the inside of his lip when you teased him by poking at him with one finger, which was almost enough to knock him over.

After that you started to notice how your lover would react, how his eyes would linger, or how he seemed to grow just a little flushed whenever he had to look so far up to see you, barely able to see your face. You would even catch him pulling at his hat to pull it down, trying to hide the redness of his cheeks.

Having such an extreme size difference also meant it got difficult when you two wanted to be intimate, so the two of you kind of just avoided it for a while, not wanting to somehow make the other uncomfortable. In the end you had to make the first move, since Law wasn’t the type to do so when he wasn’t completely sure about a decision.

You had never seen Law so red and so… you could almost call it wanting, as you got undressed, having to sit with your legs in a crossed sitting style, Law straddling one of your legs as he seemed in awe at the fact that your dick was only somewhat smaller than him.

It wasn’t like you could fuck him, even if the both of you really wanted too. The most you could do, was work a finger inside him, which was enough for Law to start panting and spurting across your lower abdomen as he humped against it.

Your personal favourite, had to be the times where Law decided to ride your tongue. the size difference between you was always there, but times like this made it so incredibly obvious, as you easily picked him up like a doll and laid back, sticking your tongue out flat and pressed him against it.

The display of natural strength you had, just because you were so much bigger, always had Law biting his lip hard enough to bleed as he tried to muffle his moans. He always looked like he was getting lightheaded, eyes rolling back as he held onto the giant fingers wrapped around his torso, his legs spread as far as they could as he straddled your face.

You had accepted that you wouldn’t get to cum as much as Law did, sure you could jerk yourself off, but it wasn’t as satisfying as holding Laws legs apart with just two of your fingers, as you lapped at his hole with your tongue. It gave you a thrill to see him shaking and shuddering the way he did, knowing that Law always liked to be more serious in his everyday life.

But Law was nothing but a determined man. Even if he would never be able to fit ypur dick inside him, he still would crawl down and open his jaw enough for it to ache horribly, just so lick and mouth at your shaft. Seeing how desperately he was trying to taste you always made you ooze and twitch just a little more, and Law would bask in the feeling of all your cum pouring onto him. You did always ruin the mood on accident, cracking a joke or two that he looked like a ghost.

There was even a time or two, during dirty talk, where you had taunted him about eating him, barely scraping your teeth against his legs or hips just so he could feel it. Laws eyes would widen almost comically each time, his noises rising to such a high pitch you always wondered if it hurt his throat, his dick downright squirting against your tongue.

You would never eat him, obviously. But Law clearly seemed to like the power dynamic, so you would have to put that thought to the side for now. It’s not like you hadn’t been trying to find a devil fruit that made it possible for you two to get more intimate. Maybe you could even find one that would indulge whatever fantasy this was that Law hadn’t told you about yet.

He always got so embarrassed and ashamed when this happened, Law going as far as to pull away from you and busying himself with whatever he could come up with. This was why you decided not to bring it up, and only pull those fantasies of his to the front when he was already wrung dry and desperate for it.

During the times where you could fit two, if not three fingers inside him, even if it was only up to the first knuckle. Those times where you could coo at him, calling him a size queen and teasing him about how far he was gaping just from your fingers. He always grew so desperate when you hinted at finally fucking him, even if logically you both knew it wasn’t possible.

Law always needed to be pampered and cared for after those times. It took a while for him to even allow you to pamper him, since he claimed he could just fix his aches and pains with his devil fruit powers, or the times he just powered through it.

Law allowing you to care for him, to hold him, kiss him and treat him like the treasure you felt he was, was just as rewarding as making him cry with pleasure, if not more so. For him to fall asleep against your chest, or tucked up under your chin, or the times you could even hide him in your clothes so he could rest, meant the world.

Size difference as extreme as yours was hard, yes. But it was also so rewarding in its own way, even if you did mourn the fact that you’d never get to truly fill him with your spend, like you knew the both of you craved. But maybe there was a devil fruit for that, who knew.

[plutocisms]

NSFW Alphabet for Reiner Braun

Reiner won the poll so here you all go!

A (Aftercare) what are they like after sex?

He makes sure you feel comfortable and wants to chat a bit afterwards about any/everything. He’ll play with your hair, massage you, just watch you and you all talk, eventually he uses your breasts as pillows and doses off talking to you.

B (Body Part) favorite on themselves and of their partner

He prides himself a little on his torso, he’s got quite the build and worked hard on it.

On you he love everything from your head to toes. The trifecta especially, chest, ass and thighs.

C (Cum) anything to do w/ it basically

His preference would be to come inside you, it makes him feel closer to you. If that’s not an option he would opt for your torso/breasts.

Side note, he also isn’t scared/avoidant of his own like a lot of guys are. What I mean by that is he could nut in your mouth and make out with you directly after not worried about (in fact he’s happy with) tasting himself.

D (Dirty little secret) self explanatory

Deffly jerked off using your (used) panties, smelling them and wrapping them around himself, more than once.

E (Experience) also pretty self explanatory

His experience is little to none, a lot of conversations were just lockeroom talk with other guys, he didn’t really learn how to please anyone until you.

F (Favorite postition) ^

Loves cowgirl, standing up and bouncing you either against the wall or not, bending you over anything, counter top, sofa, etc, and sideways missionary.

G (Goofy) are they more playful or serious in the moment?

He leans on the more serious side for sure I don’t see him cracking very many jokes at all, he’s more sensual and a dirty talker than joking.

H (Hair) how are they groomed down there?

Color wise it’s barely noticeable and he keeps it pretty trimmed. Well groomed.

I (Intimacy) are they more romantic or lustful in the moment?

Extremely intimate, with the perfect balance of lust. He might even cry afterwards (or during). Lots of eye contact, moaning into you, very touchy feely w tight grips.

J (Jack Off) masturbation headcanon

He hates himself for it when he does, which isn’t too often, maybe 1/2x a month. He tries to opt for the shower if he really needs the relief, and may even use a pair of your panties to aid him.

K (Kink(s)) self explanatory :)

He definitely calls you mommy/mami/mamas lmao idc. He’s into dirty talk, praise, role play, obviously a size kink. Fluid bonding. He’s loves it wet and messy and will take pleasure in cleaning you up with his tongue.

L (Location) where they like to do it

he’s not picky about where at all, he loves a passionate excursion whether that be parked on the side of the road, over the kitchen counter, or in the comfort of your alls bed.

M (Motivation) what gets them in the mood?

If you straddle him he quickly becomes undone. Seeing you in his clothing really gets him going, how they basically swallow you whole. Thigh riding fs, that’ll do it every time.

N (No) what they wont do in the bedroom

He is in no way sharing you. Other than that I see him open to a few things, as long as they are things you absolutely want—only if it pleases you. He will try his best to never deny you whatever brings you pleasure.

O (Oral) do they enjoy giving/receiving?

He absolutely loves eating you out, it’s a nonnegotiable, he has to get a taste every single time. On his knees for you.

He adores receiving and it’s definitely a weakness of his seeing you take him all in. Just the thought is enough to make him nut so the sight of it makes it almost impossible not the finish quickly. His eyes are shut a lot during just so he can last a little longer.

P (Pace) how fast or slow are they during?

He’s got the perfect middle ground, and typically only picks up the pace when you ask because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Perfect mix of sensual and lustful.

Q (Quickies) how do they feel about them?

He loves a good quickie, as much as he’d love to worship you as long as he could, quickies are fun and passionate and he could use more of both in his life.

R (Risks) are they willing to take them?

He would take a few, again this is mostly because he’d stop at almost nothing to please you. He would only want to make sure you don’t get caught by anyone.

S (Stamina) how long can they last?

Oh he can last a lengthy 4 rounds before needing a moment. He could likely go a little longer as a titan shifter but wants his performance to be the best with you so doesn’t typically.

T (Toys) are they into them, do they have any?

I don’t see him using very many toys but he loves when you dress up for him. I see him being into a bit of role play.

U (Unfair) are they a tease basically

He’s certainly a bit of a tease, he won’t deny you much but will delay a bit. He loves hearing just how bad you need him, he’ll make you cum over and over and will snatch you back up if you even try to get away.

V (Volume) how loud are they during

This man is loud and will never hold back the sounds from the pleasure you deliver unto him. Moaning, whining, growling, grunting, swearing, whispering—everything.

W (Wildcard) random headcanon

Foreplay is actually huge for him and he’ll make a day of it. Out eating with friends? He’s touching up on your thighs, sometimes not so subtly. Pushing up on you as he scoots past you in public. Whispering dirty things to you in the supermarket.

X (X-Ray) what's it looking like under the hood

I don’t think he’s the massive 8/9 people say tbh. He’s definitely like 6.5” and girthy asf. It’s thick. Which is plenty bc he knows exactly what he’s doing w it.

Y (Yearning) what's their sex drive like?

He definitely views sex as a stress relief among other things and we all know he has a stressful life so his drive is pretty up there, he really just can’t pull himself away from you.

Z (Zzz) how fast do they fall asleep after?

Pretty quickly if you guys are snuggled up after, again if he’s using your breasts as pillows he’s out like a light.

[tomsdolly]

you can take it; tom kaulitz ♡ ₊˚⊹

❤︎ summary. tom had gone to a work meeting, and he messaged you to see how you were doing, to which you responded with a cute text and a picture, but you decided to tease him and sent a provocative photo of you, wearing just a bra which revealed a lot 𐙚 ˖ ࣪⊹

✩ cw : fem!reader, olderbf!tom, established relationship, smut 18+, daddy!kink, age gap (tom is 27, reader is 19), punishment, unprotected sex, pet names.

He moved his face closer to yours and looked down at you, silently taking in just how cute you looked right now that you were laying down on the bed, in this vulnerable look. "You like to tease me, princess? I think you need to learn a lesson, you dirty girl" he caressed your cheek before giving a hard slap to it, causing you to yelp.

"Get naked, now." He watched as you got out of bed and began to undress, meanwhile he took his shirt off, revealing his worked torso, he began to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants along with his boxers "You're gonna be good for me, sweet girl, and take it like a good girl, right?" you nodded eagerly.

"Words." He demanded, and you spoke. "Y-yes, daddy, I'll be a good girl for you.."

"Come here.." he patted his lap and you went there "I want that tight hole of yours to take me, so you're gonna sit here and ride me." you nodded nervously and sat on his cock, both let out a moan at the same time.

You started jumping and moaning desperately. "So fucking wet.." he spoke letting out a low, deep moan. "C'mon, go faster, or you can't? he teased, you nodded even though it was too much. He chuckled at how desperate you were to please him. "such a little slut"

You moaned loudly as you felt his cock hit that sweet spot inside you. "P-please help me, it's too much" You said as you felt the tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. "No, you can take it, aren't you a good girl?"

"Y-yes I am!" you responded between cries and moans, feeling that familiar knot form in your belly. "Oh my!"

"I- I know, baby, me too" he said then took your hips and began to guide your movements stronger and faster. You moaned loudly. "D-daddy, am I a-allowed to cum?" you asked desperately.

"You've been such a dirty girl today.. I don't know if I should-" you cut him off "I promise I'll behave! please let me cum! please!"

"So desperate, hm? you can cum." He released one hand from your waist and squeezed one of your breasts, feeling his orgasm approaching as well. "C'mon, baby.. together" You let out one last scream, letting that knot in your stomach unravel as you felt his thick cum filling your tight walls.

You both fell into each other's arms on the bed, breathing heavily. Tom took you in his arms and snuggled you against his chest, giving a light kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, princess"

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[floralcyanidee]

ɴsғᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ - ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ

Jonathan Crane x AFAB!reader

Behold the NSFW alphabet for Jonathan Crane.

warnings: smut, mentions of kinks, descriptions of kinks/sex

author’s note: I've seen people do these for a lot of characters/ people I have loved over the years, so I decided it was time I did my own. Obviously, none of this is canon, it's just my imagination lol. I'm still shadowbanned on my main tumblr, so I guess I'll be hanging out here for a while. But I'm still on that tumblr daily! Thanks for all your support (':

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Despite his desire to be rough or detached during sex, Jonathan always ensures you’re cared for and comforted afterward. This includes a warm bath if needed, some cuddling (if he really cares for you), and helping you clean up. If Jonathan has an attachment to you, he’ll spend the rest of the session just hugging up to you and telling you how good you did.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Jonathan loves your legs- from your ankles to the apex of your thighs. He can't get enough of them, whether they’re wrapped around his waist, on either side of his head, or on his shoulders. Jonathan will bite and squeeze your thighs, often leaving marks and bruises. He’ll kiss up your calves and knees during missionary (which is rare unless he has taken a liking to you). On his own body, he guesses his torso or arms. They’re not too lanky or too buff, they’re a nice in-between. Jonathan’s body is lean and fit; he thinks it’s ideal enough. He’d rather focus on your body in general.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Jonathan is such a cum slut. He’ll make sure to take all of you when he eats you out, licking and lapping at you until every drop is accounted for. Sometimes, if he’s feeling kinky enough, he’ll spit it into your mouth and let you spit it back into his. Jonathan also loves watching you swallow his cum or watch you take his load on your face. It causes him to get worked up all over again, no matter how spent he is. He enjoys cumming inside you, too. It’s one of his favorite things, especially when hitting it raw. 

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Jonathan has a panty kink. He will steal your underwear any chance he can get, which is often. You pretend you don’t notice your favorite pairs going missing after visiting him, and you eventually feed into his addiction. He just loves your scent and the feel of the lace or cotton of your underwear between his fingers. Many would find this gross, but Jonathan finds it hot.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Jonathan definitely knows what he’s doing, even if he acts oblivious to most things. He lost his virginity at a reasonable age and has had many partners who have taught him just about everything he knows. Some stuff he’s learned on his own, though. Jonathan takes good care of you in the bedroom, making sure you’re just as pleased as him every time.

F= Favorite position

This man loves doggy through and through. Sure, missionary (if he likes you) and laying on your side feel good, but slamming his cock into you as deep as he can go from behind? Doggy is chef's kiss, in Jonathan’s opinion. He could ram into you forever, feeling you clench around him as his tip hits your cervix dead on. It never gets old.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Jonathan isn’t really a goofy person anyway, so he isn’t goofy during sex, either. Sure, if a mishap occurs, he may crack a smile, but other than that, he’s composed. 

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He keeps himself pretty neat hair-wise. He’s trimmed but not clean-shaven- he thinks it’s a tad too much work. Besides, a little hair isn’t going to hurt anyone.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Jonathan likes it hot and dirty most of the time. He’ll get rough and grab you by the throat or grip your body with a vice, making sure you can’t move. Jonathan will take you against a wall, in the bed until the headboard breaks, and in the office bathroom if a quickie is needed. Every time is rough enough for you to be sore the following day. As I’ve mentioned a few times, if Jonathan has feelings for you, he doesn’t mind a little romance. He’ll be gentle and look you in the eye as he fucks you, his eyes full of wonder and endearment. 

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Jonathan used to rely on getting himself off just about every day until you stumbled into his life. Now, he doesn’t really think much of it unless you ask him to do it in front of you. Other than that, he has you to let out his sexual frustration.

K= Kink (kinks what they like, possibly unusual)

Boy, oh boy. Spitting, choking, blood, knife/gun, light bondage (sometimes actual bondage if Jonathan’s in a mood), spanking, slapping, hair-pulling, biting, fear (of course), cum-swapping/eating, degrading, the list goes on. I feel like Jonathan would enjoy exploring things with you. 

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Jonathan loves having sex with you quite literally anywhere he can. Preferably the bed where it’s comfortable, but if you’re in public or at work, he’ll take you to the bathroom. If he needs you immediately while at home, he’ll pin you against the wall or fuck you on the couch. Sometimes, the counter as well if it’s the spur of the moment.

M= Motivation (things that make them tick/turn-ons)

Seeing your legs, any time you’re confident in yourself, pulling his hair, biting his ear, you being afraid/ terrified, when you’re walking around the house naked (even if for a moment, he spares you nothing), seeing you happy or angry.

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

Any body fluids other than spit, blood, or cum, torture to the full extent isn’t his thing (he doesn’t want to actually hurt you), full-on public play isn’t something he’s into either, but semi-public play is something he’s cool with.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Jonathan is magical with his mouth, so you’re always up for oral. He can work his tongue like none other and give the right amount of attention everywhere. He also loves it when you’re taking him with your mouth, gagging and crying around his length. Jonathan could thrust into your throat forever and be content. Jonathan, overall, enjoys both giving and receiving.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He is pretty quick in his movements, especially when he��s feeling unhinged. Jonathan will not be merciful when he’s feeling this way either, he will grab you somewhere on your body and use you like a toy and fuck you senseless. He can go numerous rounds, so he can last hours sometimes. This is a blessing and curse, depending on your libido.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Jonathan (as I’ve said) will totally fuck you while you’re both at work in the bathroom or sometimes in a closet at a friend’s house if you attend dinner together. Even at home, if you’re both in the mood for something quick, the kitchen counter is notorious for your quickie rendezvous. Jonathan always goes fast and hard with your quickies. There’s nothing slow or romantic about them.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Between the two of you, there’s always something new going on in the bedroom. Sometimes, you’ll stumble upon something that interests you, and it’s the same for Jonathan. Most of the things he’s into, he knows he’s into them because he’s tried them with you. You’re constantly challenging him to try new things in the spur of the moment, too. One time, you asked Jonathan to tie up your hands with his tie because you thought he looked really good in it that day. Now you’ve graduated to handcuffs. It took some convincing and trust-checking for you to finally let him try to fear toxin on you, and even though it was terrifying, it was the best sex you’ve ever had.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

God, this man can go several rounds and can go for hours like the Energizer Bunny. Every round differs in duration depending on how quickly you cum and how quickly he does as well. It also depends on how worked up you both get with every round.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Oh boy. Jonathan loves using different toys on you, especially the Hitachi. He will make you spread your legs on the bed and put it against your clit as he sits and watches from across the room. Sometimes, he’ll use a bunny to spice things up, pushing in and out of you at a snail’s pace, much to your disliking. He is hesitant to let you use toys on him, but you’ve brought up the idea of a vibrating cock ring, to which he said he’d think about it. 

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves?)

As I mentioned, Jonathan has tortured you (not literally) with toys, teasing, and new kinks. His favorite thing is teasing you until you’re overly wet and turned on, squirming for his touch. Jonathan also loves being teased, but only sometimes. He has to be in the mood for it, or else he’ll just get pissy.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Jonathan gets loud when the sex is really feral, which is most of the time. He’ll grunt in your ear and speak dirty words into it as he stutters and moans from how tight you are around him. He’ll praise you over and over and say your name like a mantra when he’s coming down from his high. There’s nothing Jonathan loves more than speaking your name as you milk him dry.

W= Wild card (random sin cannon of any sort)

Strip poker. Or stripping while playing any game, really. As odd as it sounds, Jonathan likes to play this, especially with chess. You aren’t too good at it, but you’re learning. So, of course, you’re the one to strip most of the time. Sometimes, the two of you will play actual poker, and you usually beat him, making him grumble as he takes off an article of clothing. Usually, this is your kinkiest kind of sex because of the slow build.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Jonathan is fairly average while soft, but when he’s hard, he’s pretty big. Not big enough to hurt, but big enough to make you full and miss that fullness when he pulls out of you. He knows how to use his cock properly in a way that it won’t bruise you unless he’s feeling violent or you want him to hurt you. Then he’s like an animal with what’s in his pants.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

Jonathan yearned for you for so long before you finally had interaction, both platonic and sexual. He would touch himself to the thought of you until he had the real thing. So, for the first few months of your relationship (or whatever this is), he was borderline addicted to exploring you and your body. His sex drive level was insane and still is sometimes. Like I’ve said, man could go for hours, especially if it’s with you.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after? if so, how quickly after)

For Jonathan, sex either energizes him or knocks him the fuck out, all depending on how wild you get. Suppose it’s a rough session. In that case, he’ll curl up with you to his chest and fall asleep almost immediately following your aftercare. It’s cute. Sometimes, you’ll watch him sleep and realize that maybe you love him, and maybe he loves you too.

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[icycoldninja]

THAT WAS SO CUTE!!!! I NEED MORE PREGNACY CARE HEADCANONS FOR DANTE XD

You got it! Thanks for requesting, and keeping me motivated! 💜

Dante x Reader Pregnancy headcannons

-Doesn't know all that much about how the female body changes during pregnancy, but does his best to research it.

-Gets a bunch of books and reads articles online and stuff, doing his best to learn how he can help you during your pregnancy.

-Makes sure you eat 3 square meals a day, get plenty of exercise (while not overdoing it), and that you relax plenty too.

-Can't stop cooing at your belly, talking to the little life form growing within.

-If it's a boy, he'll train him to be a masterful devil hunter like himself, and if it's a girl, he'll train her to be a masterful devil hunter too--it doesn't really matter what their gender is, they're gonna grow up to be devil hunters.

-Decorates the nursery with you--but not in the way you'd expect. He hangs up posters of rock bands and has little demon figurines scattered about on the shelves, along with foam weapons so the kid can "destroy them".

-Gives you massages every night and helps you moisturize your belly skin with lotions and ointments and such.

-Plays metal lullabies (yes those exist) every night thinking that in doing so, the child will develop a badass mindset early.

-Forget baby books, Dante went out and bought a tiny water pistol and plans to teach the kid to use it as soon as they're old enough to walk.

-Takes more time off work so he can hang out with you, but unfortunately, he can't stay home forever. To compromise, he gets a big teddy bear, sews a big "D" patch onto the torso, and calls it the "Dante-Bear" with which you can cuddle while he's away.

-Wants to make you food but can't cook, so he spends about an hour or so a day reading recipes online, then another hour trying to act them out. He'll learn...someday.

-If you get chills during your pregnancy (some people do, it's normal), Dante will fire up his SDT and cuddle you till you warm up.

-Makes sure you are kept comfortable and happy--he loves you (and his unborn baby too) and can't wait for his little bundle of joy to arrive.

[devilsrecreation]

How about a team up between Makuu and Pumbaa?

That is a WEIRD combo….but it has potential

I have no idea what the HELL would prompt them to start working together in the first place. Off the top of my head, maybe they’re both looking to do/get something nice for their loved ones (Pumbaa with Timon and if I may bring my oc into this, Makuu with Ucheshi). Maybe the two would stumble upon each other and upon learning they’re doing the same thing, Pumbaa, ever the sweetheart, is like “I have an idea! How about we work together??? :D”

I like to think while they’re both taking their task seriously, they have different ways of showing it. Pumbaa’s being all optimistic and silly and Makuu’s obviously more stressed and honestly getting annoyed with him. But Makuu finds out a little more about Pumbaa’s personality, learning he’s more than just a smelly and goofy warthog who just happened to take in both a member of the lion guard AND King Simba. Sure, everything with him is “hakuna matata”, but he’s also really sweet and genuine. And Pumbaa learns that there’s more depth to this grumpy ol croc than meets the eye. Makuu’s tough and stubborn, but he can tell his loved ones are really important to him.

Ooh ooh! And while looking for their gifts, Makuu offers to show Pumbaa some fighting techniques if he wants to. Pumbaa also gives Makuu some advice, where he tells him that next time he’s training non-crocodiles, he should put himself in their paw/hoofprints. Not everyone can fight just like a crocodile, they have their own strengths and weaknesses. They’re all built different and Makuu needs to find out what they CAN do instead of what they can’t. They teach each other something :)

At the end of the day, they both find what they’re looking for and show it to their respective love interests: two lovely dinners consisting of grub shaped like a heart for Timon and a pile of different parts of Ucheshi’s favorite foods (leg of a zebra, torso of an antelope, etc.). Makuu and Pumbaa get a big kiss from their respective mates

Bonus: if other animals see Makuu training Pumbaa and actually enjoying it like “….Am I tripping rn or is Makuu actually being nice?”

Double Bonus if the two somehow run into Kiburi and Pumbaa learns about the weird connection between Makuu, Kiburi, and Ucheshi and he’s all “….Awkward!”

[heartilywrites]

hi! I wanna say I really love your works!!!

I have a korra x reader childhood friends to lovers idea where korra and reader are really really really close friends and they're constantly very touchy with each other where they're kinda in a 'what are we?' relationship

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resume: just a couple of really close best friends, right?

content warning: fluff ; if you squint, theres angst ; Korra x fem!reader ; r is from the Southern Water Tribe, but no bending status mentioned ; eye color description ; open ending,,, i think- ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.3k

a/n: oh youre going to hate me so much, but listen: i wanted to establish the relationship in this part, but suddenly good luck babe started to play and my brain went ~funky~ if we have luck i can make a part 2— THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND FOR LIKING MY WORK, DARLING, ENJOY :D

“ You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth.

Warm hands were felt looking for rest on your waist before they started to guide you to seat. “That's better!” Korra's voice sounded at your back, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder and now hugging you completely while resting her chin on your shoulder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What were we talking about, again?” you asked, your back started to rest against her chest and both hands on top of the avatar's arms.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We were talking about what should we do this weekend.” she reminded again, you nodded.

Under the light given by the full moon that night, Korra and you were together once more letting time pass.

She had been your best friend almost since you could remember, your parents had always been close with Korra's even before you two were born and after the two family's addition, they made you hang out together to carry on with the friendship. Playing outside, learning about the tribe together, seeing Korra practice her three bending ways after discovering she was the avatar; in everything she had lived, you were there, she could find you by her side in any memory.

A year before she arrived to Republic City, you had moved there from the southern water tribe in looks of more opportunities, but not even the distance between you two could make the friendship weak. You wrote to Korra weekly telling her about how your life at the city was going and how you couldn't wait for her to come to Republic City finally.

What you didn’t expect on a random weekday getting ready to go to work was a telegram from the Air Temple Island asking your presence there as it had been requested by Korra, you called in to your job telling that you would be absent due to illness and quickly made your way to the island. When the avatar saw you step out the boat she was fast to run and pick you in her arms, both giggles combined while your legs trapped her torso.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so happy you're here!” she exclaimed hugging your waist tight and allowing her head rest on your chest.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's what I should tell you!” you said back, tiny kisses were left on her crown by your lips. “Dear spirits, I thought I wasn't going to see you again in this lifetime.” clearly exaggerated.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so glad to finally meet you,” a male voice called your name and both of you turned to look at said direction, being met by the airbender master with his three kids.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh! Master Tenzin!” you untangled your legs from Korra as she put you down, but never got away. A small bow was made as a greeting and once you straightened, Korra pulled you closer by the shoulder as if you weren't already next to each other. You didn’t push her either, both arms went to hug her by the waist. “Thank you so much for allowing me to visit the island.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No need, Korra was just impatient to see you and we didn’t know where you live.” he answered, the girl cleared her throat.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, if you excuse us I would like to show my best friend around and then we'll go to the city.” Korra changed the subject, the older man opened his mouth to talk. “I'll be safe and back before night time! I got the most responsable citizen with me.”

Safe to say after that, you two became even more inseparable than before. Korra got used to the city faster thanks to your tours and how you were always taking her out to hang out.

When the girl met her new friends, she made sure you were also included in the plans with them as she wanted you by her side in her avatar journey. It was only a matter of time for the whole group to be comfortable with each other and act as best friends within the other.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How long have you been with Korra?” the engineer asked you one day while eating lunch, you looked at the named and then to Asami.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, pretty much since I can remember.” you nodded and Korra mirrored your action by your side.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's so sweet... You two look so cute together.” the comment was followed by coughs coming from the avatar and you after choke on food and water at being caught off guard, everyone panicked and helped the two of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “N–No!” the exclamation came hoarsely. “We are just best friends!” Korra made the clarification while you took deep breaths in.

A part of you felt wrong the way she answered. Of course you two were best friends, but... why did your chest felt a pressure at that title?

'we are almost like sisters, we deserve a better title.' your logic thought, 'suppressed feelings just dilate themselves until you can't hide them anymore, that's when they explode.' your subconscious argued back.

You only were able to nod again, agreeing to what was said by the girl. The confusion didn’t make things weird after, thankfully, as it had happened before when you were beginning your teenage years and some people had began to question if you two were really just friends. Back then it was all laughs when you got that question, Korra would say no and you two would have brush it off.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I need to go,” you announced, Korra's hand stopped playing with your hair and her lips made a pout, you smiled at her sight. “I'm sorry, darling, I need to sleep early, we have this big project presentation tomorrow.”

A very exaggerated sigh left her mouth and she nodded. “Fine, let's go then...”

Walking by the hand, Korra and you arrived to your apartment not even thirty minutes after. Even at your door, the both of you stood there for a moment, talking about anything, trying to delay your farewell knowing you would see each other the next day.

That was the night you stayed up almost the whole time wondering, what made people believe you two were dating? It was true, you were inseparable and always next to each other, but all best friends do that, don't they? Why did it bother you so much when she said no? Your mind flooded with unanswered questions that only made your mind think a bunch of possibilities.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Wait... What? You want me to what?” furrowed eyebrows met Korra's gaze, she giggled, blushed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Teach me how to kiss...” she repeated, her teeth bitting the inner part of her cheek. “I know you know how to, you have this face of I already had my first kiss and I didn’t tell my best friend about it.”

Your face felt hot from one moment to the other, you shook your head. “This isn't about me, why you want me to teach you how to kiss?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Because I haven't had my first kiss since I've been locked up all my childhood and part of my teenage years, you're literally the only person my age I knew for most of my life!” she started to present her case, your hands stopped making the dinner and your whole body turned to her. “And you're my best friend which means I trust you with my whole life. If there's someone I want for a first kiss it has to be you.”

You wouldn't lie, your heart was threatening with leaving your chest. Those sky colored eyes you adored to look at were having this adventurous gleam while her mouth was pouting, like trying to convince you into it; but you didn’t need convincing, it was Korra who we are talking about, you would lay your life for her.

Now on the couch, your hands were trembling in an almost imperceptible way while Korra felt excited to try a new experience.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Okay, let's... Uhm, first, let's try you coming at me.” you say, making yourself closer to the southerner, she nodded. “Don't do teeth, just... kiss me like you think you should.”

The avatar looked puzzled for a second, her left hand cupped your face and blue orbs looked at yours asking if she was doing good so far. You couldn't help but smile with calm, Korra felt more relaxed at your expression.

The first time your lips touched you could feel your heart jump with such devotion, even if it was a bit unsynchronized and you could feel how the girl was nervous by the way her lips felt on yours and how her free hand was shaking a little bit. Just when your lungs were asking for air did you pull away from the girl and she already had this impatient look on her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “So?” she asked timidly, one of you hands took her free one and smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's good, you're nervous, but it's good.” you answered, nodding, her eyes just got more demanding, you sighed. “Want me to guide you?”

Her head was so quick to nod that you got surprised at how you didn't have to finish the question to get an answer. You let go of her hand and guided yours to her waist to make her come closer, she did as told. Mentally you were praying to everything and everyone for calm, how would you see her to the face after all this? Was totally a problem for tomorrow.

You took the hand on your face and let it rest on your shoulder so now you could cup her face in your palm. Taking a deep breath in, your lips met hers again. Soft, fluffy, sweet, better than your imagination ever could present you.

At first, the kiss was still unsynchronized, but your hand on her face and your own lips took control softly over her. The action quickly turned to a sweet kiss, one Korra would remember and have her awake at night thinking about how good your lips tasted to her, asking why she wanted to try them again after.

At some point, the kiss turned the other way when the girl outlined your bottom lip making you sigh and her tongue took advantage, wanting to taste more of you. The avatar was moving to be on top of you, making her throat vibrate with short sounds and a second later, the two of you distanced yourselves. Big pupils met each other for a silent moment, both breathing irregularly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That...” you began, blinking yourself into clear thoughts. “Okay, I have no experience on that type of kisses, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Even if you two laugh it off, the impulse of taking again the foreign lips into yours was strong that you both decided to stop and do another activity to block the loud thoughts that clearly weren't so friend friendly.

Another night of no sleep was met by you and Korra joined to it all the way at the air temple island, how were you going to act like nothing happened after that? Denial, definitely, that was how the two of you were acting like the next days. Still close, as if you couldn’t live without the other, but burying deep down the feelings such actions brought upon you two.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Okay,” Korra closed her doors behind her after making sure there wasn't any airbender kid roaming around to hear you talk. “Are we... We're good, right?”

You frowned at the question, confused. “What are you talking about? Of course we are.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, good.” she sighed, taking a seat beside you in the bed, her hand intertwined with yours. “I thought maybe the whole kiss situation may had make this awkward or something.”

With your heart racing miles per second, you managed to smile with calm and nod.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, yeah, so awkward I can't look at you to your face.” you said jokingly, she laughed. Your head looked to rest on her lap, making yourself comfortable in the mattress, Korra felt her heart skip a beat.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I mean, I'm sure I don't kiss that bad.” she followed, giggling. Letting go of your hand so she could leave caresses on your head by playing with your hair.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do you want me to tell you the truth or to say what you want to hear?” now an offended sound came from her, a big laugh burst from your mouth. “I would need to try again to have a verdict.”

Your mouth was faster than your brain that by the time you finished the sentece, your eyes shot open to your own words. Korra, on her side, blinked surprised before smirking.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You wish,” she murmured, feeling anxious about the situation. “You don't deserve anything since apparently someone doesn't trust me enough to tell me about her first kiss.”

And the topic died right there, starting a new one telling the girl about your experience on kissing. Maybe it was for the best to not think about the kiss, there was a line neither of you wanted to cross out of fear of losing the friendship you two had. It was all you knew, Korra and you against anything and anyone, both knew if you talked about such feelings there would be a chance of it being the beginning of the end. Neither could bear letting the other go over anything, even if that meant burying deep down the feelings for the other just to keep the closeness you already were used to have.

[royalpicaro]

Here are the typed numbered points, final thoughts at the end DISCLAIMER: I used a Sonic ref page from GAMING 2019 to help with mapping and finding out what features match up with the guide lines. I think this is perfectly okay to do for LEARNING purposes like this one.

1. His hair is based off of fresh hair growing after a shave. The Awkward Phase™ 2. I'm terrible with front view shoes >.< 3. Ear tufts! 4. Marks are just slanted rectangles. 5. I will avoid drawing more hands than needed LMAO 6. Based off of a standard sneaker design. 7. Fluffy tail! 8. (Dot) Points of interest. 9. I like the tuft going back this far. 10. Faded and non-faded symbol of Phenthoma's(Fen-tohm-ah) lab. 11. Phenthoma lab symbol on the back of glove. Just the left glove. 12. Phenthoma is a character that is no longer living. A vital part of Elliot's past. We hate her. >:( 13. A design will be here in time! 14. In the short 30 min. that I have been desigining and mapping, I've already figured out how the torso is shaped. If you struggle, I highly rec mapping the characters. EXTENDED: I was still on the first pose when I did this and this genuinely helped me visualize where to put what parts where. 15. Triangles and squares are your best friends! 16. I HATE this angle!! 17. Anything to avoid hands 💅 18. In the mapping pic, you can see I'm much more comfy without too many shapes. EXTENDED: By this time, I already knew how to make the torso and how to position the arms and tuft. The head and body are very much oddly proportional. I believe the reason why we believe it's not is because of how large Sonic and others' quills are because Amy doesn't really have this issue. It works though and I wouldn't have the characters any other way. 19. I wanted to convey that Elliot is VERY fluffy hence the tufts of fur everywhere. EXTENDED: I know this sounds obvious, but I based Elliot off of those giant fluffy wolves that I just wanna hug. Elliot could easily be a pillow for anyone with all his fluff. He is definitely the type to look bigger when dry, but the second he is dunked in water, he looks like a very skinny wet rat. Think of those fluffy cats that look big but shrink SO MUCH when they get a bath LMAO 20. I now know my problem angles, but also how to use non-Sonic ref pics for bigger and better pieces! :D Now, my final thoughts: This was incredibly helpful! I never was really good with Sonic anatomy and I always struggled with it. I love how I was able to find my problem areas and improve on them in such a short amount of time. I want to do bigger pieces with Elliot, but at the moment, I have no plans on writing anything around this character other than the needed empty spots in the lore(THE LORE!!!). Such as Phentoma's full story and how Dean, Elliot's first love, died by Phen's hands. If there is any interest in this then I can answer some questions about the story. Though, warning, Elliot might be a very boring character. Here's some tidbits: He doesn't have the rage of someone who has lost a lot, even though he has, indeed, lost a lot. He's let it go with time. He values maturity in approaching situations with understanding instead of violence or raising his voice. He doesn't like to fight even though he is more than capable. He collects silly things and is hard to aggravate. He's kind and caring, even to those he knows have hurt him or others. He's just a project that was successful and that cost him everything. He hates stargazing, but loves to see the stars in people's eyes when they speak about something they're passionate about. He doesn't mind if his body is submerged in water, but he will not submerge his head. I think that's enough droning on. Even though there's more, I feel like this post is long and intimidating enough to read. Intimidating in the sense of just how much there is. Anyway, please tell me about your Sonic ocs if you have them! I LOVE to learn about other's ocs and how many cool concepts there are!

[plutocisms]

NSFW Alphabet for Eren Jaeger

Disclaimer: I love him w Mikasa but I support my Eren peeps

A (Aftercare) what are they like after sex?

he isn’t the most attentive doesn’t grasp what aftercare means, he will get you a towel but you’d have to ask for anything else. He is a little cuddly afterwards but that’s because he likes to fall asleep laying on your chest.

B (Body Part) favorite on themselves and of their partner

he is actually pretty fond of his torso, he worked hard to be chiseled and loves when you compliment him on it.

As for you, that man loves some biddies! He adores everything about you but can’t pull himself away from your chest.

C (Cum) anything to do w/ it basically

he doesn’t mind it, not too fond of his own unless it’s watching his drip down or out of you on the occasion he does releases inside of you. He’s more than happy to taste yours tho. He loves doing it on your face or them biddies but isn’t picky about where it happens.

D (Dirty little secret) self explanatory

similar to Levi, he wants to do it on a superiors desk…Levi’s in fact. And as much as it pisses him off, he also gets off when other guys flirt with you, knowing that you’re all his and he can just have his way with you.

E (Experience) also pretty self explanatory

he’s actually not very experienced and it took him a few times to get good, but has gotten much better with practice. He wasn’t bad but had to learn/adapt to your needs.

F (Favorite postition) ^

absolutely loves carrying you, propping your back against the wall and bouncing you up and down.

G (Goofy) are they more playful or serious in the moment?

he likes to crack a few and tease about how good he is/how well you can take it and the faces/noises you make. He gets a kick out of how flustered it can make you. Other than that pretty serious, and definitely gets lost in it—almost feral at times

H (Hair) how are they groomed down there?

it’s not too out of control down there but he doesn’t shave unless it gets pretty out of hand and even then, he’s rather just trim it.

I (Intimacy) are they more romantic or lustful in the moment?

for the most part he can be pretty intimate if he wants but reserves a bit unless it’s some occasion. If he’s upset / in a mood he can be a little more lustful than romantic.

J (Jack Off) masturbation headcanon

he enjoys himself every now and then, and doesn’t mind the idea of you catching him, he’d find a way to tease you about it tho somehow and have you join him. “If you wanna watch me get off so badly why don’t you come over here and help me out” type shii

K (Kink(s)) self explanatory :)

biting and light choking. (On you and himself) He loves smacking your ass and also wouldn’t mind if you slapped him in the face a little during. He’s a bit of a masochist, nothing too crazy tho.

L (Location) where they like to do it

he’s pretty open to most places but loves sneaking off to a bathroom (deffly the type to hold your head up and make you watch while he’s hitting it in the bathroom mirror) or closet to have his way with you when he wants.

M (Motivation) what gets them in the mood?

He likes it when you have a bit of an attitude with him and boss him around a bit. He’s not really one for listening but he likes when you try. He likes when u take a little control. Sitting on his lap drives him crazy too but especially in front of people, like if y’all are at a function and seats are limited so you sit on his lap? Yeah y’all will be hitting that bathroom/closet later together.

N (No) what they wont do in the bedroom

He can’t stand the thought of sharing you in any way. No additional people.

O (Oral) do they enjoy giving/receiving?

he enjoys both pretty equally. He’s a bit of a sloppy eater and he’s be perfectly content with sneaking you away for a quick taste and nothing more and would be more than happy with the same done to him.

P (Pace) how fast or slow are they during?

he doesn’t really grasp the slow and gentle thing. In fact it’ll likely be fast and hard, or slow and hard. Yup, you’re getting pounded either way. He quite enjoys shifting pace to see your faces and tease you. It all depends on his mood really.

Q (Quickies) how do they feel about them?

He enjoys quickies, but will more often than not prefer to play with you as long as he wants instead of being made to rush.

R (Risks) are they willing to take them?

he’s pretty risky and experimental as long as it doesn’t involve a third party. He’s open to trying most with you

S (Stamina) how long can they last?

as a titan shifter he’s got tons of stamina, he can go on for quite a long time but doesn’t for your sake.

T (Toys) are they into them, do they have any?

he would definitely get you those vibrating panties as a joke. He also uses a vibrator on you from time to time, only if he’s in a joking mood tho, because it’s mainly a tool to tease but he wants to deliver the bulk of the pleasure

U (Unfair) are they a tease basically

oh he’s real petty and will edge tf out of you. He loves making you lose your cool a bit bc it turns him on

V (Volume) how loud are they during

he’s actually pretty quiet when he isn’t teasing. Not dead silent, but low muffled grunts and strained sighs. He wants to hear you more.

W (Wildcard) random headcanon

He has a reoccurring fantasy of having his way with you on a blanket in an open field under a tree in broad daylight. He's got it all planned out given the chance.

X (X-Ray) what's it looking like under the hood

A good 6.5 inches. He’s not massive but it’s more than enough to get the job done. Well defined V line. I don't agree with the idea he's like huge mans got a little booty! (lLevi said it was scrawny not me) it's cute tho lmao.

Y (Yearning) what's their sex drive like?

fairly high sex drive it’s pretty primal. especially after a long day, he's looking for you as soon as he walks through the door.

Z (Zzz) how fast do they fall asleep after?

pretty much immediately, he goes to sleep right after with his hand on one of your breasts or even as the little spoon and loves the feeling of your breasts pressed against his back

[stealingyourspins]

Can you expand on your mermaid au? (Nothing specific, I just wanted to know more about it)

oh aBSOLUTELY! :D behold: How the Ninja pod met Zane.

Zane, a merdroid, has some issues figuring out the nuances of merfolk culture and went out of his way to find a group of merfolk to help him understand their lifestyle. Initially the ninja wanted absolutely nothing to do with Zane. He was evidently a robot sent down by the humans to collect data on them. He did seem kind and genuinely curious and wanted to make friends, but he was not to be trusted. (Merfolk have a stigma against humans still generations after a massive 100 year war between the merfolk and humans. Both species stay to their own corners of Ninjago now). 

While evading a nearby feeding frenzy of sharks, Jay didn’t notice the ship above him. Zane, seeing that Jay was about to become mincemeat from the massive propellers of the ship, swam as fast as he could and pushed him out of the way, leaving himself to be left to the mercy of the propeller. 

Zane, left arm ripped from his socket, torso gouged with deep scars as his wiring and protective outer casing now filled with water, damaging some of his more fragile internal components, looked at Jay as the eel Mer swam to him and was horrified at the wreckage that was this merdroid he and his friends were so distrusting of. 

Jay looked at the broken mangled form of Zane as the merdroid moved his remaining arm to cup Jay’s cheek as his UI on his HUD flashed red with dozens of errors and a wall of injuries in a scrolling status report covering half of his vision. 

Jay was horrified as Zane asked him simply “are you alright?” In the most concerned and heartfelt that Jay didn’t expect to hear out of a being made of metal and wires. 

Jay didn’t even know this man but he cried for this being who put their own safety before his, a being they shunned and ignored and yet saved his life. Jay choked out a “yes”, his hands going to hold Zane’s hand that held his cheek. 

Zane smiled, his voice now staticky and skipping like a scratched disk, “g-goo-g-good.” Before his eyes dimmed and his face went slack. 

Jay barely registers the rest of his friends surrounding him, some of them also sporting tears in their eyes. 

This robot was made to collect data on them and they believed it was faking its attitude to get on their good side, but looking back on it, the merdroid was genuinely wanting to get to know them. Its questions about various actions they were doing or methods of harvesting kelp and capturing food wasn’t ones of data harvesting (although it might’ve been pre programmed by its creators), but ones of genuine curiosity and out of a willingness to learn. 

Zane didn’t deserve this. 

Jay needed to fix his and his friends mistake. 

—-

It’s been weeks since The Boat Incident. Jay is holed up in an underwater alcove nestled next to the shore. Himself, Nya, and Kai have been slowly repairing Zane’s injuries in an arduously slow task. They have no blueprints besides engraved markings on the inside of Zane’s stomach plate, presumably for situations just like this, but they had no idea how to decipher the technically complicated blueprints that went way above their realm of knowledge. 

Slowly welding, repairing, and fitting Zane back together has been an extremely grueling and exhaustive process. They don’t need to fully fix him at the moment, they just need to bring him online so he can inform them how to properly repair him. 

The trio finally manages to properly repair Zane’s power source, a strange contraption that lays where one’s heart should be, and turn the merdroid back on and wait with a baited breath. 

Zane’s eyes flicker for a moment before turning on fully with the beautiful blue light that had been there previous to the boat accident. 

They all were close to crying. After all of that hard arduous work they brought back the man that saved Jay’s life. 

The android noticed the Mers and perked up, “Jay! You’re alright! Thank the heavens, I was worried I was too late.” 

Zane frowned, “I believe I may have said that before. It appears my memory banks have been damaged.” 

Zane’s eyes glanced down, noticing the still exposed damage of his torso, “it appears my memory banks might be the least of my worries right now.” 

He looks up back at Jay, smiling with those perfect metal teeth, radiating kindness and warmth, “none the less, I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried I didn’t make it in time.” 

—-

It took many more months to completely repair Zane, the collection of scrap metal to repair the merdroid was no simple task, nor was the switch from human technology to the blend of merfolk and human tech that made Zane more comparable with his underwater existence. 

One of Zane’s many issues was his disconnected continuous audio and visual feeds for the researchers at Julian Laboratories. After many email chains sent from Zane (he was programmed to make weekly summary reports as an ever continuous email chain) and the researchers, they allowed him to choose what visual and audio files to send to them on a daily basis and had permission to omit data if it would harm the trust of the mers he befriended (the investors at Borg Industries were NOT happy to hear this but after hearing about the merfolk tech that enhanced the androids abilities and skills tenfold, they relented and agreed to the terms, as did the researchers but with far easier acceptance). 

The researchers were initially worried that Zane wouldn’t send any information, twisting their new rules to prevent any data from coming through, but they were delighted to be sent incredibly well sorted files of mer hunting practices, interesting aquatic species may they be new species or showing interesting and unseen movements like breeding, hunting, or caring for their young. 

Zane omitted personal moments with his friends, secrets they shared to him, moments they explicitly said to not record, and other bits and pieces of information he chose not to inform the researchers about.

Although it was an unorthodox way of making friends and establishing a pod for Zane to be in, it was successful. Zane could complete his mission of discovery and data collection and gain a family. That day was an incredibly harrowing one but he wouldn’t change it a bit if he could. He loves his friends and wouldn’t change it for the world

[succulentlesbians]

Nat dying in endgame isn't canon? Her and Yelena are out living their sex in the city fantasy and bonding and making up for all the time that was stolen away from them :) I'm also rereading your fic again :D I'm deeply curious to know what it looks like from Yelena's pov, I've just gotten to the part where they've gotten on the plane but god just. The conversation about Hive. Tfw the one bright spot in your life is most equipped to understand you. But god it hurts they went through that too. </3

nat dying in endgame is absolutely so not canon To Me. her and yelena are out having the time of their lives, don't know how anyone could think differently.

saw you say curious about yelena pov and was like hmm what small tidbit could i give you that would be fun?

umm. rewrite of hive conversation, yelena pov:

Yelena turns to look at Daisy. Her arms are horribly discolored above her wraps and she's holding them precariously against her body as she lies on the bed, trying to prevent more pain.

Yelena hates it. This was avoidable, absolutely. Yelena could've taken out every person in that warehouse herself and they should both know that. Daisy is a spy now, she has to know that she needs to stay healthy. Doesn't she want to be healthy?

Yelena reaches out near unconsciously to Daisy's arm, as if she can make everything better though magic. She wishes she could.

"You don't have to tell me why," she says, "but I don't like seeing you hurt." She's not going to force Daisy into anything, but she needs to make her opinion clear that seeing Daisy in pain makes her hurt too.

She wraps her arm around Daisy's torso, hoping to offer comfort.

Daisy lets the silence go a for minute. "When I got my powers," she says finally, "I thought I was cursed."

She must have had to learn to control them. Now, Yelena can clearly see that she knows what she's doing. She hopes Daisy didn't kill anyone she didn't want to in her practice. She's not got much confidence in SHIELD, but they have to have better training practices than the Red Room.

“But I was convinced they were a gift by the other Inhumans.  And even when my mom died, I believed that I could do something good with the gift I’d been given."

Her mom had died? Another thing they have in common. Another unfortunate thing to have in common.

The rest of her words, that's the Daisy that Yelena knows. That's the girl she met who convinced her of good people in the world. Daisy is always looking for ways to help.

"So I kept working with SHIELD.  And—”

Daisy's voice cracks.

What happened to her? What made her hurt like this? If it's not already gone, Yelena is going to hunt it down and slaughter it. With delight. Great delight. And with excruciating pain.

"There was a thing with this bitch-ass octopus-looking fucker.  Hive.  He could do this thing to Inhumans—" he could do this thing to me, Yelena fills in with a sense of dawning horror— "where he made you feel like obeying him was the only thing you ever wanted to do in life.  Like there was something missing from your life and he could provide it.  Something to do with our brain chemicals, I don’t know the details.”

Yelena can't stop herself from a sharp inhale. It's obvious what happened.

Fucking mind control.

It sounds even worse than her own. Yelena, at least, hadn't been infatuated with Dreykov. She didn't know what her own feelings were all the time, if they were even real, but she knows it wasn't like that. She'd had uncharitable thoughts about Dreykov, even if she knew she'd never be able to hurt him. She'd at least had that choice. That Daisy hadn't is horrific. Absolutely horrific. Forced excitement to be enslaved is quite frankly, the worst thing Yelena can think of.

Daisy continues in a hushed voice. "I almost killed everyone. I hurt them.  Badly.  I threatened them.  Everyone in his path, I cleared."

It’s all the more devastating for someone like Daisy who cares so much about people. Someone who built up relationships with everyone she met, who did her absolute best to connect with them. It’s brutal.

Yelena grew up with killing. For better or for worse, she's generally unfazed by it. But Daisy? She may have changed from when she was Skye, but there's no way that death doesn't drag on her mind.

"When we finally took him down, good people died." Her voice wobbles dangerously. Her eyes begin to glisten as she fights tears. "So now I’m out here, trying to make up for everything I’ve done.  For all of the hurt I gave out.  The suffering I’ve caused.  And if it hurts?  It’s worth it.  And… maybe I deserve it.”

The worst part is, she sounds convinced of her words. Daisy genuinely believes she deserves it. The pain she's feeling right now, she thinks she deserves it.

It's complete bullshit.

Yelena could understand if there was no other option, that Daisy would need to use her powers. But she doesn't. So the only reason she's doing it is a misguided sense that she was somehow in charge of her actions while being mind controlled and therefore needs to suffer. Again, complete bullshit.

For someone as good as Daisy, just the fact that her body committed the action is enough to incriminate herself in her mind.

She reaches out to grab Daisy's hand, needing the comfort. Wanting to give comfort.

If there's one thing she's locked onto after getting free, it's that she was not in control of her body. Maybe she can extend that to Daisy.

"It's not your fault," she says as firmly as she can. "It wasn't us. It wasn't our choice. It wasn't your choice, Daisy."

A solitary tear begins to roll down Daisy's face. "But I did it. And I felt happy about it."

Hive, Yelena knows, is dead. She was able to find out that much. In the back of her mind, she's been stabbing him again and again. How could anyone do something like that to Daisy?

She recalls the emotionless state when she killed Oksana and the sudden onset of feeling afterward. She had gone from being glad to have completed her mission to abject horror as Oksana died in her arms.

She brushes the tears off of Daisy's cheek. "Even our emotions, they didn't belong to us." She won't ever forget the whiplash of that moment. But it reminds her— "But now they do. Now we can decide. We have our own thoughts and feelings."

Daisy tilts her head, ever so slightly. Indecision rolls across her face, crinkling her eyebrows. For a brief second, Yelena is reminded of her mother, comforting her just as she is comforting Daisy now. She would knit her eyebrows together like that too as she thought of what to do.

"You've been so brave. You’ve held onto this pain for so long.  It’s made you strong."

Pain only makes you stronger, Mama had told her the day she died. Yelena has held onto those words. She's been through so much and it's made her stronger. She's come out the other side of everything.

“Those things happened and they can’t be taken back."

There's a lot that Yelena's done that she could regret now and Oksana's death is at the top of the list. There's plenty of other deaths that cross her mind. She has to put that behind her. Oksana... she'll complete her dying request. She'll free the Widows. But she's going to experience being free too.

"But it’s okay to let it go.  It’s okay to want good things for yourself.  It’s okay to live your life.” 

It has to be okay. It wasn't her fault. She didn't choose any of her past. She can choose her future. She's going to choose her future. She's figured out contacting Daisy, she can figure out the rest of it too.

“We’re our own people now.”

Daisy's face crumples and she bursts into tears, turning to bury her face in Yelena's shoulder. Yelena strokes gently at her back.

"It was supposed to be me," Daisy mutters quietly. "Why wasn't it me?"

Yelena has no idea what she's talking about. It sounds like something she should disagree with on principle based on the other thoughts Daisy has been having about herself, but she's not going to act without knowing more. And she's pushed Daisy enough tonight. Getting the seeds in there is as far as she'll go.

So she doesn't say anything else that might bring up bad memories for Daisy. Instead, she starts to sing an old Russian lullaby, one that Mama had sang to her as a child. She waits as Daisy sinks into sleep, dried tears tracks on her face, before she dares to drift off herself, carefully holding Daisy. She's not going to let her do this alone. Not anymore.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Wasn't going to enter into this ask game till I saw 8 and went 'adel' lol

If you wanna, write about something mundane in any au you want :3

Have an amazing day/night (I don't know the time where you are, lol)

HA how sad is it that literally anyone who has followed my blog for more than five seconds knows that I torture Abel XD

Any AU I want?? :D All righty, Imprisoning War blorbos it is!!

Ganondorf had spent most of the day examining maps of Castle Town, trying to ascertain the best way to enter the city before he could be heavily intercepted. He still had no idea where they kept the Triforce, but he suspected it had to be close to the castle. He knew he would have to cut through their pitiful excuse for an army either way, but the faster he could get to his prize, the better. But now that the sun was setting, he found himself growing weary of being huddled over the table and opted to search for his family instead. After all, this was his first time back in Gerudo territory in several months.

It didn’t take long to hunt down his son, who often relaxed by the waters of the oasis after a long day’s work. His boy had been tasked with obtaining supplies for the warriors, and Ganondorf could tell, based on the increased stock in the barracks, that he had accomplished it.

He smiled, proud. He was constantly impressed and surprised at the gift of his family. And they would help him rise to greatness… they would rise to greatness as well. Their victory was so assured he could envision it clearly in his mind. He just needed a little more time to strong arm the king.

“Where’s your mother?” he asked as he approached the boy.

“She’s been talking to that Sheikah guy,” he answered. “Sounded like he and Hemisi are really hitting it off.”

“Yes,” Ganondorf agreed, contemplating the matter. The boy had been polite enough, and most importantly he was one of the higher ranking guards in the castle – Hemisi could eliminate him easily in the fight with such a relationship developing. He wasn’t entirely sure why it made him so… uneasy, though. “And do you know where they are now?”

“Sparring hall, I heard.”

Sparring? Ah, what a clever girl his daughter was. She could easily learn his fighting abilities to better her chances of killing him on the night of the assault. Perfect.

Curious, Ganondorf headed towards the sparring arena as well. With the evening light it provided enough shade, canopies of cloth covering the blinding light so the two fighters could better see their environment. Hemisi stood on one end, twin swords in her hands, amber eyes glaring fiercely at her opponent as a smile pulled at her face. Orik, the Sheikah boy, stood opposite of her, stripped down to a sleeveless purple undertunic and dark brown trousers, clearly not acclimated to the heat of the desert. His platinum blonde hair glowed in the sunset as he watched her sharply, his red eyes narrowed in focus. He had a traditional Sheikah blade in his hands, thinner than the scimitars Hemisi was utilizing.

“Nice of you to join us, dear,” Nabooru said quietly as she raised her hand in the air before snapping, and the match began.

Hemisi took the first move, as she always did. His daughter was an aggressive fighter, as bold with her swords as she was with her words and actions outside of battle. Orik parried it easily, his strength matching hers. Hemisi didn’t waste a second as they stood in a saber lock, kicking one of her feet forward to try and incapacitate the Sheikah at the knees. Orik grunted when her kick got him right on the kneecap, losing his footing a little. Hemisi pushed forward more, swinging her right blade towards his neck. Ganondorf expected another parry or a retreat, assuming the boy could keep up at all, but instead, Orik took the opening that Hemisi left, her torso exposed as she swung inward, and jabbed his sword straight ahead, letting it stop at her chest just as he almost ducked from her blade. The pair froze, knowing the match was over in an instant, a near draw the result. Ganondorf felt himself uncrossing his arms in mild surprise.

“You must expect everyone to be too slow,” Orik commented with a smirk.

“The Hylians usually are,” Hemisi insisted. “Or too gullible.”

Orik’s little smile disappeared in confusion as Hemisi swatted his sword away and tackled him to the ground. He laughed, letting her rest atop him, and she dipped in for a kiss.

Nabooru cleared her throat loudly. Hemisi and the boy froze, seeming to have forgotten that her parents were right there, and they broke apart quickly.

Ganondorf glared at the boy, who shriveled into the sand.

This was going to become a problem, wasn’t it?

[alsikeclovers]

looooong get-to-know-me tag game

I do love forest green, so I'll take the tag @dimsilver !

Origin of your blog title: I really like clovers, and any wildflower really. One of my book collections that I add to on a whim is just field identification books of wildflowers. So it didn't need to be alsike clover specifically, I just think they look neat! :D

OTPs: Howl/Sophie, Katniss/Peeta, Miri Larendaughter/Peder Doterson, etc... (I don't have that many idk)

Favorite game: Ooh, hmmm I don't know! I like riddles, like Green Glass Door (mostly in giving that riddle to small children) or lateral thinking puzzles. Other than that maybe Bananagrams?

Favorite color: Deep navy blue! Though forest green is a close second :)

What song is currently stuck inside your head? Irish Eyes by Rose Betts! I love that it's got so many family members speaking to the singer about lovely traits that she has. I think it is a kind and slightly silly song.

Weirdest habit: I gesture almost constantly in comfortable conversation. I am basically mirroring what I communicate with my words in the way I move my hands and torso. (I learned this by analyzing a video of myself for class work, I would not have realized how constantly I gesture otherwise)

Hobbies: So many! I oscillate between them in phases. The main categories are art (sketching and painting in watercolor and gouache!), fiber arts (sewing, crochet, embroidery, knitting, weaving, etc.), and creative writing! And learning languages, but that only sort of counts.

What’s your profession? linguist

Dream job? Teaching in some capacity, I think. But if I'm shooting for the moon, I want to get involved in language revitalization in low-resource language communities. That would probably involve studying the language in depth and developing language curricula for children and adults, working in collaboration with the community members. It would be hard, but it's a cause that is important to me and I would love to teach in that capacity.

Something you’re good at: singing harmonies, giving people very specific compliments, and approaching difficult situations joyfully.

Something you’re bad at: remembering to eat food :( I get too excited about literally anything else in my life. I have a system for remembering, don't worry! It just takes more work for me.

Something you love: My friends, and the beauty I see in their souls. There is something utterly breathtaking about the virtues I see in my friends, like little reflections of God's image.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Languages, folk tales and mythology in various parts of the world, and fiber arts history!

Something you hate: when people try to trick you into contradicting yourself so that they can say your worldview is false (and their worldview is the right one, of course). Just agree to disagree if we can't be on the same page, it's mean-spirited to try to "win" in that conversation.

Something you forget: I forget that the color orange exists sometimes.

Something you collect: language dictionaries! And as mentioned before, wildflower field identification guides.

Love language: quality time and acts of service/words of affirmation tied in second place :)

Favorite movie: Howl's Moving Castle is one of the most watched for me!

Favorite food: traditional Japanese cooking! Specifically not pop culture foods like ramen. More like stews and potato stir fries and bitter melon sauteed with pork. Farm food! Veggies!

Favorite animal: Sea otters! So cute, and smart, and the favorite rock thing gets me.

What were you like as a child? Very introverted, read almost constantly. Also, somewhat tomboyish in style but very quiet and yet loved meeting every single new kid in any function where I was a regular attender.

Favorite subject at school: English! I got to nerd out about grammar. Makes sense that my career is going the way that it is.

Least favorite subject: Plane Geometry. proofs still feel so overly convoluted to me.

Best character trait? I am not sure what would stand out to others, but I tend to be very joyful and resilient in hardship through that joy. The bad parts of life are not the end of all things, and I carry hope that it will be better.

Worst character trait: I can be overly rigid in my application of rules, and therefore judgmental of others who do not follow the same internal compass. I need to learn the wisdom of having my integrity while still lovingly bearing with others. It's a hard balance.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? That I could figure out my blood pressure issues and subsequently my migraine problem :(

If you could travel in time, who would you meet? I'm not sure! Maybe J.R.R. Tolkien, if only to chat about philology (precursor to modern linguistics!) and Beowulf with him. I would love to hear him talk about Old English!

I tag anyone who likes to play a woodwind instrument!

[notmuchtoconceal]

I bet you'd enjoy tattooing someone, assuming you had the skill and know-how. But only if you picked the tattoo and based it around what you felt they needed. I love the idea of you marking someone and there being a lesson attached to the mark that they must abide by. Or imprisoning them with a mark that they must overcome. I love the idea of you giving people new names. Names they must adopt. Deconstructing and reconstructing men. Making them yours until they can learn the lesson imbued by their new name and mark. Then you set them free. The ones that don't make it? You can devour them until there's nothing left. Let them know before you mark and name them that you will eat them if they don't shape up by the deadline.

Glad you hit me upside the head with this comment, bro. There are times when I feel it's as though you're scanning me and relaying the submerged contents of my own mind back to the organs of my senses, as if surveying for an attack you'd like to make, but in your newfound and eagerly accepted role as my henchman, bodyguard and general purpose muscle goon, see fit to report to strengthen my defenses instead.

I got a sufficiently dense and lunky boy under my control, there are ample enticing creative opportunities which tattooing would provide. Depending on the temperament of the boy, his language and visual processing skills, his existing predispositions to shame, manipulation, repeated prompts and distortions -- in other words, the entire invisible matrix of intelligence and sensation which makes up the substance of his thought and soul -- there's so much to draw from, so much of which is situational.

The head and face is the most humiliating. Overtly so. It's freakish. Branded like a prisoner or circus performer. It's so defiant, it compels the mark to rapidly identify and embrace their new status, readily severing ties with their old identity to stand apart from the tribe as someone literally reduced to a brand. It's the sort of humiliation which fast-tracks one to being an enlightened fool. Forced out of modes of conventional society. Forced to embrace and reappropriate the stigma.

For this reason, I don't find it particularly erotic. What makes good humiliation good humiliation is the readiness and compulsion to keep it hidden, thus encouraging the mark to stay looped and trapped preserving his own identity as the shame escalates and corrodes him from within.

Perhaps for aesthetic purposes, I only appreciate head tattoos along the scalp or the chin. Places where hair would otherwise grow. This preserves my earlier dictum about the capacity to be hid. To wear a hat or a mask over a scalp or beard piece, or just grow fur back over them, the ink always tantalizingly peaking out like the edge of barb wire or a grape vine.

Body tattooing is the most erotic, by far. It's labeling the hardware.

I like the readiness of tattooing the hands. Some symbol there, readily seen. Perhaps it's my own bias, as a writer. Were I to look down and constantly see something on my hands, it would no doubt quickly and readily burn itself in memory. Regardless, I think a great many people who work with their hands are taken by them and prone to look at them, so I suspect this would have broad and readily-acceptable applications.

The chest is my favorite place, by far. It's what the forehead is to the torso: ample billboard space. The perfect spot to apply a label.

A few months ago, I had this hot fantasy (initially applied to myself) of getting the words M E A T H E A D tattooed across a burly muscle bro's chest in Nordic runes. I don't need to tell you. You ain't no fool. Runes are beautiful. Runes are badass. Runes are an ancestral expression of the literal power and magic of language. Already there's a layer of obfuscation in having a himbo-stupid derogatory sex label permanently inked across your heaving musclebound pecs in beautiful archaic Viking block script.

However. We ain't done. What really makes it stupid is the insistence on spelling M E A T H E A D with the more iconic and popular -- though technically less correct -- thorn rune, rather than a conventional T H, y'know -- you're gaining the power of war, thunder and thurisaz at the cost of smart-ass literate hardboys reading your tits and calling you Me Thead.

Someone got their thread of fate in your mead, now you say Me Thead.

Woops. Can't tell if attained wisdom or drunkard. Holy fuck, I lost all my academic credentials and with them all respect for my former so-called peers. How pathetic was I to absolutely require institutional validation to simp for career opportunities in a job marked designed to fail?

Good thing I live in the woods now and am petting a majestic buck I have summoned with the solar logos overflowing from my radiant auburn locks! Out here I never wear a shirt and always have fisting gauntlets!

Great question, bro. Fertilizes my imagination like chemtrails. Gonna go sprout another couple heads in the other room, don't wander in later.

[plutocisms]

NSFW Alphabet for Erwin Smith

A (Aftercare) what are they like after sex?

He doesn’t really understand the concept. But is sweet enough to get you a towl and clean you up, after that it’s back to he schedule. May (deffly) steal glances of you perfectly laying there while getting some work done from his house desk

B (Body Part) favorite on themselves and of their partner

he enjoys his own physique and is happy to receive compliments on it. On you he appreciates it all, and will always tell you how perfect you are as it, he’s def a little into your feet.

C (Cum) anything to do w/ it basically

he it’s pretty neutral about it as long as it doesn’t stain any clothes. He loves finishing in your mouth fs. If that’s not an option tho he’ll opt for your torso. He loves the way yours tastes and enjoys making you taste some of your own after some finger action.

D (Dirty little secret) self explanatory

once while day dreaming of you in his office he got so hard to the point that it was actually a little uncomfortable for the remainder of his day, he never said anything because he was a little embarrassed at his lack of control, but he later expressed it that night.

E (Experience) also pretty self explanatory

As a very busy man he doesn’t have the most experience under his belt, and the experiences he has gained were more about him. But he’s learned a thing or two from discussing with friends and can surely please you.

F (Favorite postition) ^

very very into a position called Slope, he gets a great view and the angle is perfect for deep penetration and gets a great show of the faces you make and how well you can take him.

G (Goofy) are they more playful or serious in the moment?

this man is anything but goofy, it’s just not his style. Nothings funny about the way he lays it down, he might smirk to himself a little watching your faces when you take him in.

H (Hair) how are they groomed down there?

he’s not fully shaven because he doesn’t like the feeling when it starts to grow back, but well groomed.

I (Intimacy) are they more romantic or lustful in the moment?

very intimate seeing as he rarely gets time with you, he wants you to know you’re special and how happy you make him

J (Jack Off) masturbation headcanon

He doesn’t really have a lot of time to play around, but if it gets to the point where he’s in need of some attention he’ll have you come by the office or find a good meeting spot for the two of you.

K (Kink(s)) self explanatory :)

this is the Dom of all Doms. He loves when you submit to him but also when there’s a little resistance. He wants you just a little bratty. He especially loves being called by his title while he’s in it, wouldn’t admit it tho. Impact play too.

L (Location) where they like to do it

His office, his place or yours. Anywhere else he’d be on high alert of getting caught which would distract him a bit from pleasing you.

M (Motivation) what gets them in the mood?

this is a very simple man, he could just see you walk across the room and get a little hot or seeing you put your hair up. Prolonged eye contact is big for him as well as directness, telling him what you want him to do to you gets him a little unhinged. Grab him by the collar!!

N (No) what they wont do in the bedroom

he is really against the idea of a third and anything else that involves blood (excluding period sex bc I think he’d be down tbh) or potentially really hurting you.

O (Oral) do they enjoy giving/receiving?

he loves recieving, especially in his office chair, as for giving it’s something he’s working on getting better at and he’s a little more comfortable using his hand than his tongue just because he knows how to use them better.

P (Pace) how fast or slow are they during?

he typically enjoys a quicker pace whether it’s soft or hard, but if he’s had a long and or stressful day, know that you can’t run from it.

Q (Quickies) how do they feel about them?

while his preference would be to have a proper session he knows they’re unavoidable with his schedule and at times the passion that comes with them is exciting for him.

R (Risks) are they willing to take them?

while he may be known for taking risks on the battle field he really loves what’s tried and true unless you bring something up

S (Stamina) how long can they last?

his stamina is pretty standard. If there happens to be time for a few rounds he will need a little break between each.

T (Toys) are they into them, do they have any?

he’s pretty old school in the respect that he’d like to be all you need in the bedroom, but he’s not totally against cuffs, blind folds, or even a paddle.

U (Unfair) are they a tease basically

He plays pretty fair in bed, all though every once in a while he does enjoy teasing you especially when you least expect it—he loves it when it’s done to him but may want to ‘punish’ you for it. It drives him crazy.

V (Volume) how loud are they during

he isn’t terribly loud at all. Just deep grunts and breathy cussing but not a lot. He is obsessed with how you call out for him tho.

W (Wildcard) random headcanon

he writes dirty notes for you but loses his composure just a little at the thought of someone else finding them in his office.

X (X-Ray) what's it looking like under the hood

the commander is packing. A good 7.5 with nice girth too. + he has strong ass thighs

Y (Yearning) what's their sex drive like?

Considering it’s hard to come by, he wants it every chance he can get, otherwise it can be distracting to his work

Z (Zzz) how fast do they fall asleep after?

The type to collapse right on top of you afterwards in all of his sweaty glory