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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

mob!bucky being submissive that is all

Fix My Shoes

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Word Count || Around 250

Contents & Warnings || Implied Smut — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (babe, doll, princess), slight sub!bucky, implied oral (f receiving).

Authors Note || Hmm ok I loved the little thot I posted about Bucky being a subby little bitch for his princess but idk how subby this piece actually is because I’m not used to writing sub!bucky. But this is the first thing that popped in my head. I still think it’s fucking HOT! This was quickly written and not proofread, but I hope people enjoy regardless :D

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You and your husband were getting ready to go out to dinner with some friends. You each stood on your designated His & Hers side of the vast walk-in closet, dressing up in luxurious clothes and accessories.

You opted for a little black dress with expensive jewellery and cute black heels. You slid into the shoes, and it seemed such work to bend down and do them up, but you knew someone who would be more than happy to help.

“Babe.”

“Yes, doll.”

He turned around at the sound of your voice as he fixed his collar on the white shirt.

“Fix my shoes?” You held up your leg elegantly as you batted your eyelashes at him.

“Anything for you, princess.”

He smirked as he got down on one knee before you, caressing your calves. The touch made you shiver, and an inaudible moan escaped. He left delicate kisses on your exposed thigh, making your stomach soar with tingling butterflies, as he did up one shoe and then switched sides to do the other.

You ran your hand through his short hair while he fixed your shoes. With each kiss to your tender skin, your core pulsated, wanting those kisses as well.

“Anything else princess wants?” He asked once he finished.

“Hmm, there is one more thing,” with your hand at the back of his head, you guided him towards your core, wanting to exploit more of his kind and generous nature, “if there’s time.”

“I always have time to please my princess.”

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[darylsfavoritegirl]

HEYYYY IM HONESTLY SO FUCKING EXCITED WHAT DO YOU THINK ABT THESE HEADCANONS bc i wanted to do smth like for a while i just never could come up with anything but its easy in a sense sooo here you gooou

SFW

• I don't think his mommy issues are necessarily sexual, sometimes you would do something that would invoke that "motherly" "safe" or "warm" feeling inside of him. He would never be able to understand what it was or would tell anyone about it. It'd be one of the reasons why he'd care for you as much as he did. You'd make him feel safe by saying something or embracing your arms around him in a certain way which would make him commemorate his mother, though because his mom died when he was young, he wouldn't be able to understand it at all bc he doesn't consciously remember those moments with her. This man fr would think you'd cast a spell on him :D

• I just know this man is a feminist in the core. Growing up, he'd always hear Merle running his mouth about women and how they were like this and they were like that, overall his ignorant, blunt, dumb thoughts about women. He would witness his dad going off on benders with different women each time and how he'd vulgarly talk about them later. And hell maybe he's disrespected women or been really cruel to them but he still regrets it to this time and yeah we all know this man suffers in redemption, always trying to make up for his past mistakes and wrongs. Yet I'm %100 sure he loves seeing women thrive, turning into their best selves or just witness them be real badass and it might even give him some kind of arousal 👀👀. He is into that shit. I said what I said.

• One of his love languages is definitely showing you the places he'd used to spend his time in. Could be a special spot in the woods, could be a small cabin he'd used to get lit with people. Hell it could be random corner in town whenever you'd have to be in downtown for various reasons. He wouldn't even mind if those places brought him bad memories or unpleasant ones. He'd just like being there with you, doing whole ass story times and watch you react them with a wide-eyed expression. He did have a weird and a "crazy" life before the fall that'd make him feel like he was on mushrooms everytime just thinking about it. He'd love letting you know more and more about his past. It would just give him a reassuring feeling deep down. He would feel like it would bound you two together.

• That.man.has.a.sweet.tooth. He loves anything that has sugar. He'd always snack on candies or cookies or chocolates after a hangover. Or when he'd be on drugs. Sugar wakes him the fuck up and he loves the energy boost. He'd carry some candies in his pocket back in the day, eating them throughout the day when he'd feel his blood sugar dropping.

• He is definitely a car-date type of guy. He got more into it after the apocalpyse started and he met you. Sometimes you'd go on runs and you could sit in the car for hours, smoking, eating, talking or yk👀👀 if supplies you found weren't an emergency need. He absolutely savored those moments. You could sit for hours without speaking, in a complete silence. He appreciates quietude.

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• I know him having a breeding kink is well known and acknowledged but he's insane about it that it hurts. He loves seeing you all squirmed and whiny underneath him with all his cum inside of you, some of it dripping down your thighs. You couldn't always find the right pills for unplanned pregnancy risk and it WOULD drive him crazy to not be able to it.

• He just loves to see you messy beneath him. Hair all tangled, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Your fingers digging so deep on his shoulders that you'd cause his broad shoulders to bleed sometimes, he loved it. Your eyes are all glossy with pleasure. You both would love to go wild and leave sloppy kisses on eachother's bodies and wouldn't mind them drying on your bodies at all, leaving it all sticky.

• He loves being submissive as much as he loves being dominant. You can't convince me otherwise. If you gained his trust, he will be all yours, all needy beneath you while you ride his soul out of his damn body. Again, he adores a badass woman, a woman to take the lead. You would place your hands on his chest and sometimes hold his strong large biceps and he wouldn't dare to move an inch. He liked being vulnerable like that.

• He is just so patient it physically throws you over the edge. He'd get so close making you cum and he'd stop, teasing you with his tip or fingers or sometimes his tongue. He'd smirk at you and even make fun of you in a taunting way to overstimulate you and don't worry he'd make up for it with better ways. He knows what he is doing. It's just come natural to him.

• It's safe to say you are the one who teases him in the public most of the time, your feet tracing his legs up until it stops on his bulge under the table and he'd give a stern stare, trying to shrug and look indifferent as others would notice his suddenly-changing demenour. However, there'd be boring Alexandria dinners that Deanna would host and if you sat next to eachother, he'd place his large hand on your thigh and even dare to slip a finger on the fabric of your panties, starting to rub his middle finger harshly in circles while having full ass conversations with people and try to hide his subtle smirk bearing his face. He would do it rarely yet he'd be so good at it because no one would suspect a thing, he'd always make it look like he was resting his arm on your lap. You'd squirm under his warm touch and heat waves would wash all over you while trying to look normal as ever. And believe me, after those nights, when you'd confront about him about what he did at a dinner with 20 people, he'd act as if he doesn't understand a thing you're saying or would say "Don' kno' what yer talkin' 'bout." while shrugging his shoulders and turning to his side with a wicked grin.

FOOTNOTE

well this actually took shorter than i thought idk why i believed it would take me couple of days to finish one lmao i deadass wrote this in like an hour max ???? anyway i wish there were more but idc i was so impatient to post one of theseeee :)))

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Dark!NSFW Alphabet Bucky Barnes

This is a Yandere oneshot! It is DARK! That’s the entire point so if you don’t like that then don’t read it.

There are some mentions of abuse, kidnapping and Dub/Non-Con!

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?

•Bucky would bring you all kinds of gifts when he comes home from work

•Flowers, Chocolates, cute stuffed animals, soft warm pajamas to repel the cold mountain air and a plethora of blankets

•He's also a very touchy person whether you like it or not, his favorite thing is to snuggle up with you in a nest of the blankets you have

B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?

•As bloody as he needs to get

•You don't leave his cabin ever but the one time that a ranger came upon you outside the cabin Bucky guided you inside before getting rid of him and ensuring no one would ever know about you again

C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?

•Bucky works hard at training you to be what he wants in a wife and when you fight him he can get very upset, he will more often than not take you over his knee and spank you until you're ass is bloody or on occasion lock you out of the cabin in the rain or snow

D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession's limits?

•Bucky will push you as far as he needs to to achieve his desired effect

•He doesn't want to hurt you but he won't let you refuse him or pull away and if he needs to fuck you back into submission he absolutely will

E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?

•After he locks you in he will pour out his heart and soul, you will know exactly how much he loves you

•He doesn't hesitate to tell you what he wants and needs from you as well as what he can give to you

F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?

•He won't take it well

•Bucky needs you to love him too, he's put so much work into making his cabin perfect over the years for his future wife so you can be alone together, you not showing him your appreciation would push him a bit too far

•He will spank you but if that doesn't work he will lock you out in the rain

•His last resort is sedating you. He will do this when you get too worked up and he needs you to calm down but it also allows him to have to help you do everything because you're so doped up

G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?

•In no way is this a game to James Barnes

•You are his everything and after all he has had to suffer in his life, he deserves you and you deserve to be cared for. He doesn't play games when it comes to his perfect little wife unless of course you're feeling playful and you want him to chase you. That's his favorite game because he always wins and his prize is getting to fuck you in the middle of the woods

H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession's worst experience with them?

•Your worst experience was probably your third night with him when you tried to get away the first time. It was pouring rain and you didn't yet know how far you were from civilization

•Bucky caught you trying to open the locks on the door and decided if you want to be outside then you will. He tightened and locked a collar around your neck with a magnetic strip that you could never remove without him and chained you to a tree outside

•You we're out there for what felt like hours to you in the freezing cold rain but what was probably only an hour all together. Your screaming for him died down as you began to lose your strength and he came to get you a few moments later, frozen to the bone and unable to talk. He changed you after getting you warmed up in a shower so you didn't get hypothermia and he held you for the rest of the night, his ungodly hot body thanks to the serum being a blessing for the both of you as he warmed you up so well and he finally got you to snuggle into him all night long

I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?

•He plans to make you his housewife

•James Barnes had wanted a normal life before being drafted, he was a ladies man but he wanted to find a cute dame and settle down, give her a good life and provide for his family while his women kept the house clean, made dinner and took care of him and the children they were going to have

•He never got that and he's determined to have it now with you, you'll eventually settle into your roll and be his sweet little wife and bear him children

J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?

•He often got jealous when he asked you about your life before and you told him about past relationships but other than that he has no reason to be jealous, there's no one else around

K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?

•Bucky loves and worships you, when he's in a good mood and you haven't upset him he dotes on you and it would be something you loved very much in other circumstances, and you will grow to love it as you grow to love him...or at least as you develop Stockholm Syndrome which you can practically feel your brain giving into in those sweet moments

•You learn after the first 2 weeks of fighting that it's not worth it, he's a super soldier and you are never getting away. You may as well just do what he wants and bask in the sweet worship of the man who loves you

L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?

•He took you the moment he met you

•And he didn't so much 'take you' as kept you since you walked up to his cabin in the woods when you got lost

M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?

•Bucky is a hero now that he works with The Avengers and people know him as the sweet, sort of quiet gentleman who's best friends with Captain America

•Only you seem to know how terrifying he can really be or how romantic and dramatic he can be

N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?

•Spanking mostly, he's only locked you outside twice and you never tried to get away again since the first time, especially since it’s winter and you don’t want to risk losing toes

•Other than that if you fight he will happily keep you medicated if that's what you need to learn your lesson, it’s only more fun for him to take care of you when your stoned and snuggly

O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?

•Basically everything

•All you know in the world anymore is him and that's how he wanted it

P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?

•Not very patient at all

•Bucky wants you to learn fast and be the house wife he wants

•He shouldn't have to say things more than once

Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?

•Died- He would be a recluse. He would remain in the cabin and bring flowers to your grave everyday

•Escaped- He would catch you. You're in a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere and Bucky knows these woods better than anyone but the animals, you are never going to get away

R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?

•Bucky doesn't want to hurt you, hurting you is just a means to an end

•Once you are trained and obedient, Bucky will be happy never having to hurt you again

S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?

•Bucky had been hoping for a good little wife for a long time and when you showed up, hurt and admitting no one knew where you were, it was too perfect for him not to jump on the opportunity

T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?

•Bucky has no desire to see you cry

•If you're crying after a punishment then he will let you cry it out but if you're crying for another reason, missing your family or something like that he will absolutely hold and comfort you

•Even though you've been trying to get away from him he was very comfortable and warm, he comforted you in a way you never had been in your regular day to day life and he could tell how much you liked it when he was soft with you, Bucky knows that's how he's going to win you over

U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.

•Bucky keeps you with him isolated in a cabin in the woods where you have no chance of seeing anyone again

•The one Ranger that happened upon you he made sure would never see the light of day again and no one has come since, you will never be found even if someone was looking

V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?

•One thing Bucky wants more than anything is to get you pregnant

•He wants you barefoot and pregnant in his cabin and once you catch onto that you try and use it to your advantage, teasing him and wearing as few clothes as possible knowing seeing you like this makes him happy and he's less likely to punish you for whatever it is you do wrong that day

W stands for WIT'S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?

•If he has to hurt you to keep you in line then he will

•Whether that's locking you outside in the rain or snow, or letting you hurt yourself when you try and run from him, or drugging you up, either way he'll take care of you after but you're going to learn

X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?

•Bucky loves you with everything he has and he will never let you go

•Once you’re pregnant Bucky will worship the ground you walk on, you will be the most cherished and protected person on the face of the Earth

Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?

•Bucky takes you immediately the moment he meets you

•From the second you show up in his cabin he will never let you leave him

Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?

•He wouldn't let up until you give in and give him what he wants

•After a few months you realize you’re never getting away and you begin to give in quickly, finding out that if you do what he wants and tempt and flirt with him he will go much easier on you and begin breaking you down as you start to enjoy his loving, gentle moments

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[sinningforrory]

stupid // stan uris smut

a/n: hey everyone! it's been so long since i've posted and a lot of people have been sending me requests but since my first and only fic i've uploaded on here has gained 1,000 notes i thought i'd gift you guys this fic as a thank you. i'm gonna try and upload a lot more now because i appreciate so much the love my writing gets fr thank you guys so much. hope you enjoy and as always, reblogging really helps me out so if u enjoy, pls don't hesitate!

WARNINGS: dom!stan, submissive!bratty!reader, slight choking, mention of drugs (if you squint) SMUT, majorly NSFW minors please dni, thank you!

WORD COUNT: OVER 6K

SUMMARY: Your parents best friends' son. The picture perfect grade A student of the perfect suburban family. And a cocky douchebag. You hated him. But, since you both got into the same college, Stan has been making it clear that he definitely does not hate you...

Stanley. Even his name irked you. I mean, who in their right mind births a beautiful baby boy and names him Stanley. What a stupid name. It fits him though, that’s for sure. Stupid Stan with his stupid family and his stupid friends and his stupid studying. He was just so stupid that you wanted to bash his brains in any time he so much as breathed around your presence. 

Of course, he hadn’t necessarily done anything to warrant your intense hatred towards him. He just irritated you. You were Jewish too so you’d always see each other at the Synagogue and your parents were enamoured by Stan’s stupidness. They saw it as ‘perfection’ instead though. They were always bothering you about how you should ‘aim to be more like Stan’ or ‘Stan’s parents told me he got an A in this class. So why are you getting a D?’ He drove you insane. You weren’t Stan, you weren’t stupid like Stan so why couldn’t your parents just love you for you instead of comparing you to that stupid, stupid boy.

Due to your parents being very good friends with Stan’s family, you saw each other a lot more than you’d like. And every time you were there you took every opportunity to be nasty to Stan just to wear off some steam. But that made it even worse. It wouldn’t matter if he was a dick to you too. But no. He’s NICE to you. And you know he’s doing it on purpose to get on your nerves because every time he compliments your hair and sees you glaring knives into his eyes, he does a subtle smirk to himself as if he’s fucking won this silly little game you play. He knows he’s driving you insane and he’s proud of himself for it. What a fucking douche.  

It had always been this way. Stan irritates you, you’re a bitch to Stan, Stan eats it up, Stan irritates you, blah, blah, blah. It was an endless cycle of hate. 

However, something had flipped in Stan the summer before you both left for college. Luckily enough, you’d both managed to get into the exact same ivy league as each other so you would be stuck with Stan for the next four years. When you found out you immediately wanted to bash your head into a wall repeatedly until you woke up from this absolute nightmare that was Stanley Uris. 

The news that you had both gotten into an ivy league warranted a celebratory party for the both of you. The idea from your lovely mother, of course, and at said party, Stan was acting a lot stranger than normal. So strange to the point where you were currently hiding in the bathroom with your back against the door breathing heavily as if he was chasing after you and about to knock the door down with an axe.  

It started in the garden. You wore a white summer dress with tiny yellow flowers scattered among it. Stan was looking very punchable in cream khakis and a navy polo. Unbuttoned, of course, because he could never look TOO tidy. You stood by the refreshments, sipping a virgin pina colada when Stan strutted his way over with a teasing grin on his face, ready to ruin your relaxed mood. 

‘So, I guess we’re going to college together. It seems you really can’t escape me, can you, y/n?’ He leaned against the table next to you, taking a sip from his beer. You glared up at him, already infuriated by the fact that he was leaning down with you stood up straight next to him and he was still taller than you. 

‘Oh please, Stanley, don’t pretend to be so happy about this when we both know you are just as excited about this as me.’ 

He gasped in mock surprise before laughing softly at the frown on your face, ‘Oh, come on, princess, you know you love me. I guarantee that you would miss this adorable face as soon as you knew you couldn’t see me anymore.’ 

He smiled at you gently before moving his sunglasses up to rest on his curls and taking a sip of beer. 

You moved to stand in front of him, making a move to leave the refreshments and flee to your room (or anywhere away from Stan). ‘Bite me, Uris.’ 

‘If you insist, princess.’ He smirked at you and folded his arms over his chest, his muscles straining under his polo. 

Your eyes widened slightly, shock evident on your face at his words. He had always been overly saccharine with you but he had never flirted with you so boldly. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you scoffed before walking off with your pina colada into your kitchen for some snacks. 

5 minutes later, you were still stood in front of your fridge, supposedly searching for food but instead, you found yourself staring off into space. You could not scratch that smug image of Stan out of your brain, his words engraving themselves into your memory, messing with your mind. 

Worst of all, you found yourself repeatedly wondering why you liked what he had said to you. Pulling yourself together, you closed the fridge door but immediately jumped as you saw Stan standing right where the fridge door had been resting. 

‘You look a little lost, princess, is everything okay?’ He was stood so close to you that your chests were half an inch away from touching. You gazed into his eyes for half a second before realising what you were doing and coughed before putting some distance between the two of you. 

‘Uh-uhm, I’m fine thank you, Stanley. Just couldn’t find what I was craving.’ 

He nodded his head understandingly before taking a step forward so you were nearly chest to chest once again. ‘What exactly are you craving, y/n?’ 

He hadn’t meant to sound so enticing, or maybe he had, but the way he said that with his gravelly voice and his tiny smirk made your thighs involuntarily clench together. 

‘E-erm, just some guacamole dip. My mom always hides it from me though because she knows I’ll eat it all before the other guests can have any.’ You fiddled with the hem of your dress, avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of you. What had gotten into you, why was he making your confidence dissipate so easily and why were you suddenly acting like a nervous school-girl?

Stan’s eyebrows furrowed before an evil look took over his features. He was planning something, you could tell. And you didn’t like it. 

‘Oh, you mean.. this guacamole? The one on top of the fridge? That I can reach? But you can’t?’ 

Your eyes trailed along his veiny, muscular forearm before they met his slender, mocking hand where you found it gesturing towards... of course: the dip. 

Frustration filled you head to toe as you realised that Stan, once again, had the upper hand. Your jaw ticked as your eyes finally met Stan’s cocky, patronising eyes and you had to resist the urge to make those smug, brown orbs black and blue. 

‘It seems that you have something you need to ask me, darling. Because, let’s face it, we’re not gonna have a stare-off all day in front of this fridge. So, let’s hear it: “Oh, please, Stanley. I need you to get me that dip off the top of the fridge because I was born with incompetent height and I can’t do it without you, Stanley.”’ 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you listened, painfully, to Stan mock you with such arrogance you found it hard to resist whacking him with a frying pan. However, to Stan’s surprise, before he had the chance to continue making fun of you, there was no one standing in front of him anymore. 

Where had you gone? he thought. That’s unlike you, to admit defeat so easily. Where was your usual snarky bite back, attacking him on his ‘unusually long legs’? 

But before he could get too worried, there you were. Returning into the kitchen to fight back to Stan.... with a chair. 

Wordless and emotionless, you put the chair down in front of the fridge, stood on its seat and grabbed the dip, finally retreating from the kitchen, not before throwing Stan a victorious wink before you disappeared around the corner. 

Truth be told, you had no idea how to respond to Stan’s unusual behaviour so instead of arguing back like you would normally do, your mind blanked of insults completely and you did the next best thing that you could think of: beat him at his own game. 

It was obvious that something about Stan had changed since the last time you had spoken and Stan seemed to think he was one step ahead of you. What stupid Stan didn’t know was that you were nowhere near as Stupid as him and knew that the only way to irritate him like you used to was to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

Sure, you weren’t exactly completely against the idea of flirting with Stan for fun. He was obviously a good-looking guy; you knew because he would never let you forget it. And you would never pass up the opportunity to get a hot guy flustered. 

This was how Stan wanted to play? Fine. He’d better prepare to lose. 

It had been two weeks since this little game you and Stan were playing had begun and you couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension between the two of you had sky-rocketed and even the slightest twitch of a smirk in the corner of Stan’s mouth had your panties pooling with desire. 

You had an inkling that Stan was in the same boat as you were as your lingering caresses on his arm or leg when laughing with him and his family seemed to make him blush much easier than before. 

The point of why you were doing all of this was still vaguely swimming around in the back of your mind: do not be the first to give into your temptations. Don’t sleep with Stan. 

However, with Stan so perfectly positioned behind you so your butt met his bulge as he leaned over your petite frame to reach for a glass, you had to take deep breaths to remind yourself once again: don’t sleep with Stan. 

You gulped and took a deep breath of relief once he removed himself from his position behind you to lean on the counter next to you. His gaze burned into the side of your face and you met his eyes briefly just to find him with a cocky smirk plastered on him. 

Your blood boiled (with rage or desire, you didn’t know) but you looked away without giving even the slightest of a reaction. You could never let him know how much his actions affected you. 

It was that dreaded time of the week when you go over to the Uris family’s house for dinner and after eating a delicious meal cooked by Mrs Uris you did the routine of standing in the kitchen and drinking an iced tea with Stan whilst the adults got drunk in the living room. 

Usually, you and Stan would bicker pointlessly during this time of the evening, but tonight it was completely silent between the two of you with only lingering gazes and glares thrown from one to the other. The tension could be cut with a butter knife. 

However, your torment was put on pause as, suddenly, Mrs Uris appeared at the kitchen door. ‘Hello sweeties,’ she hiccoughed slightly, clearly tipsy. ‘I know that the kitchen is very beautiful but you are welcome to go up to Stan’s room if you want. Stan certainly won’t mind a beautiful girl like you to be up in his room, y/n.’ She winked as you blushed and Stan coughed out an embarrassed ‘Mom!’. 

She then made her departure, giggling to herself softly as she went. Stan then coughed to get your attention and gestured with a jerk of his head to the direction of his room, indirectly asking if you wanted to take up his mother on her offer. You shrugged before making your way up the stairs to Stan’s room. 

Stan’s room. What a place to behold. You hadn’t been up there since you were about 12 and had to work with Stan on a class project. It had changed a lot since then. Posters of bands that Stan listened to were plastered all over the walls and clothes were scattered all over the floor, and let’s not forget to mention the faint aroma of marijuana. 

Stan manoeuvred you out of the doorway, his fingers gracing your waist ever so slightly with his bulge pressed against your lower back as he shimmied past you. 

He jumped on his bed, his arms and legs in a starfish position on either side of him, and closed his eyes with a big sigh. 

You carefully sat yourself down next to him on the bed, feeling too hesitant to lie yourself down next to him. He leaned up against the bed frame with his hands behind his head as he studied your appearance precariously as ever. 

‘Why do you hate me?’.

The question took you by surprise. It was so out of the blue and even more so out of character for Stan to be so straight-forward. You blinked delicately before shrugging your shoulders at him. 

‘Do you want the honest answer or the answer that you want to hear from me?’ You pressed, speaking so quiet that it was almost a whisper. 

He glanced swiftly over you for a second before responding, ‘Honest.’ 

It wasn’t like you weren’t expecting Stan to want that answer but the fact that you had to admit it to yourself now, let alone to Stan, was enough to make you faint from nerves. 

You looked away from Stan and fiddled with your fingers as you spoke in hushed tones. ‘I envy you. You have better grades, better looks, better charisma, better music taste, better style... a better life. You are better than me in every way. And I despise you for it.’ 

A masked look of shock ghosted over Stan’s face before it was replaced once again with a stony expression. He sat up straight so that your knees were touching and he placed a hand on the centre of your thigh. 

You looked up at him and connected with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He ran his tongue quickly over his lips before his eyes locked onto yours. ‘Now, we both know that’s not true.’

It was as if your body was moving with a mind of its own. Slowly, you were leaning in towards Stan as if you were magnetised to him and to be too far would hurt you in unimaginable ways. ‘How do you mean?’ You breathily responded, your heart pulsing rapidly.

He was so close to you now that you felt his breath against your lips. ‘Because I envy you ten times more.’ And with that closing sentence you felt his lips crash immediately into yours. 

All the tension from the last few days swarmed around you both like a storm of arousal and need. His kiss was passionate and rough as he pressed his lips into yours with so much want but his hand on your leg was gentle and sweet as he caressed your inner thigh gently with his thumb. 

The constant nagging of your brain screaming at you ‘Don’t sleep with Stan’ was shoved into the back of your mind falling to deaf ears as Stan moved his hand ever so slightly higher up your leg, falling to play with the hem of your dress as he detached his lips from yours to suck on your collarbone with the obvious attempt of planting a hickey. 

Stan skillfully moved you both up to the headboard so that he could deepen the passion of your kiss and you quickly maneuvered yourself so that you were now straddling his lap. 

His growing erection pressed into your centre as he trailed his smooth hands down to the flesh of your hips, his lips dragging down your jaw to find solace in the crook of your neck.

You felt like you were on fire, Stan’s touch was magnetic and no matter how you’d been trying to resist him, it was impossible. You were addicted to how he made you feel. 

Neediness began to bubble through your tummy and you could tell Stan was feeling the same way as his hands were digging into your hips harder than before. Then, his hands began to carefully drag your hips across his hardness, slowly at first. 

You could feel every bump of his length through his thin sweatpants and your hands moved down his toned body to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt. 

His hands began to move faster, dragging your thin panties over his hard, clothed dick. He detatched his lips from your neck when you began to let out tiny, little moans of pleasure, thankful for the little bits of stimulation Stan was feeding you. 

His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every single bump and curve: the strap of your dress falling off your shoulder, your soaking panties rubbing against him as his hands moulded perfectly with the fat of your hips. They then fell on your face, growing darker at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows, messy hair and plump, red lips from you biting down too hard on them. 

Likewise, you were admiring Stan, his sharp jawline clenching and unclenching every time you dragged yourself over his most sensitive spots, his hair uncharacteristically messy from your hands tugging on his curls. He noticed your movements speeding up and he flashed you a dangerous grin; a grin that would make even the biggest prude on the planet drop her panties to her knees. 

Acknowledging your shaky hands still fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt, he slowed the movement of your hips with his strong hands and dragged you painfully slow now, refusing to let you continue with the rapid pace you’d set before. 

“You want this off, baby?” referring to his t-shirt. You nodded shyly, hands still fiddling with the hem. 

“Want me to take it off for you? Are you too dumb to do it yourself?” He stared up at you with a patronising look on his face. You groaned annoyedly, but deep down your cunt throbbed with anticipation.

“Just take it off Stan, don’t be a dick.” You glared down at him but your glare immediately switched to a look of shock as Stan’s hands had stopped your hips moving completely now, denying you any release that you were desperately craving. 

Narrowing his eyes playfully, he tutted at your lack of control. “Now, that’s no way to ask for what we want is it, sweetheart?” The corner of his lips tugged up satisfactorily as he took in your menacing glare, but also your glossed over eyes indicating your desperation for his cock. 

‘Oh, how cute,’ Stan thought pityingly. ‘The poor, little slut’s already gone dumb and I haven’t even fucked her yet.’

You breathed through your nostrils fiercely before succumbing to the begging of your aching clit and gave Stan your best doe eyes before tugging pathetically at the hem of Stan’s crumpled shirt. ‘Please take it off Stan, I’ll do anything, please..’ You pressed down on his length for extra measure just to make sure he would give you what you needed. 

A low hum of appreciation mixed with a strangled groan of pleasure escaped Stan’s throat and he mulled it over for a few seconds with that irritating smirk plastered on his face before nodding, clearly satisfied with your begging before he lifted his slender fingers to his collar and removed his shirt - finally. 

You took a moment to appreciate the art that was Stanley Uris' abs and sighed contentedly. It seemed your hands had a mind of their own as you wasted no time in rubbing your hands up and down his beautiful torso, gliding over the valleys and hills of his defined muscles.

"Enjoying yourself there, princess?" Stan chimed, clearly cocky that you'd spent about 30 seconds just groping him absentmindedly.

Tearing your eyes away, you glanced up at Stanley's face, adorned with a shit-eating smirk, one of his hands resting behind his head, the other still gripping the fat of your hip, rubbing gentle circles into your flesh.

Slightly embarrassed but, nevertheless, growing quite needy now, you rolled your eyes.

Eyes narrowing at the evil spawn, you thought 'The ego of this man is absolutely atrocious. How dare he try and make fun of me for admiring his physique when if I decided to strip naked right now, his reaction would probably beat mine.'

And then it clicked.

Focusing back on Stanley's disgustingly smug face, you did something you'd never done for Stanley Uris in your entire life.

You gave him a real genuine smile.

The apples of your cheeks beamed down at him and your eyes sparkled lovingly at the boy who was now slightly confused and, albeit, a little bit scared.

Slowly, you leaned down over Stan so your breath tickled his nose and your lips brushed gently against his, just in time to see his cheeks tinge red and his eyes flutter closed, like a naïve teenage girl who was experiencing her first kiss.

Aw, how cute.

Finally, you pressed your lips to Stanley's, so softly Stan thought he might've been kissing a cloud, and just left them there, in a gentle peck, before sitting up again to admire the look of bliss on Stan's face.

His eyes were fluttering open again and his breathing was shallow but fast.

This was the real face of Stan; he had finally taken off his mask for you.

He was so pretty, obviously you knew that already, but you couldn't get lost in his beauty again or your plan wouldn't work.

Then, when he dazedly smiled up at you and made to pull your head down so he could kiss you again, you teasingly began to lift up the hem of your dress until it had been lifted over your head and discarded somewhere on Stan's bedroom floor.

There you sat, on Stanley's clothed, throbbing cock, in just your white silk panties, the little bow just oh so enticing, and your bare, perky breasts on display for Stanley's greedy eyes.

His lips parted ever so slightly as he not-so-discreetly took in a sharp intake of breath. His eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed chest, and you knew you had him when his needy little hands reached up to thumb your erect nipples.

Arrogantly, you smirked down at him, your sweet, loving smile erased. However, Stan failed to notice, too enamoured by your naked body, like a toddler in a candy store.

"Aw, you're like a needy, little puppy, aren't you Stanny?" Your heart beat fast as you finally dropped the sentence you'd been waiting to release since Stan's cocky demeanour had surfaced.

Stan froze as he realised what you had done and his jaw clenched automatically, clearly embarrassed that he had let you entice him just how he had you not even a few minutes ago.

Narrowed eyes were glaring into yours and your confident façade faltered slightly as you realised how deep in shit you were now.

He was gonna ruin you.

However, Stan didn't flip you over dominantly so he was on top of you, or rip your panties off in anger like you had expected him to.

Gradually, he eased himself up his headboard so his back was resting comfortably against it and so the two of you were eye-level, 'innocent' doe-eyes levelled with furious, narrowed eyes.

His hands gently gripped you hips and moved you a little further up his chest, so he could remove his sweatpants, so slow and so patient you were so confused.

He looked deadly, that's for sure. But you'd expected him to be rough with you, teach you a lesson for being so naughty. All in all, other than being clearly vexed, he was treating you like you were a china doll.

As soon as his sweatpants and boxers were discarded, he moved you back to your old spot on his lap and carefully caressed your hips, his thumbs hooking under the straps of your thong and pulling at the sides, fiddling with them gently while intently drilling into your eyes with his own.

"You wanna be in control, huh, sweetheart?" He muttered so quiet you could barely hear but so full of malice your heart immediately sped up.

You had no idea what to say. No, you didn't wanna be in control. You wanted Stan to bend and contort you into any position he wanted, you wanted him to fuck your cunt until you couldn't even form a coherent word, you wanted him to paint the canvas of your body purple, pink and black, in the form of hickeys, bruises and mascara stains.

And you knew he knew that.

You knew by the look on his face, the restraint in his jaw, the rage in his eyes that he definitely did not want that either.

So why was he doing this?

Just as your brows started to furrow in confusion, Stan's thumb had started to rub harsh but deliberate circles over your clothed clit and you let out a gasp.

He tilted his head to the side slightly, furrowing his brows in faux confusion. "Is that... not what you want, baby? You see, I'm just a needy little puppy, right?" He spat at you, evidently fuming but clearly enjoying seeing you in such a state.

You shook your head and dropped your it onto Stan's shoulder, moaning softly as he used one hand to hook your panties to the side while the other found your soaking wet hole and gently inserted two very long fingers.

But, immediately he removed them.

Your head shot up in irritation but you relaxed and hummed contentedly as you realised that Stan was finally lining himself up with your entrance.

You lifted yourself up slightly to make room for his 'oh my god that's scarily big why am i only just noticing this' cock, fluttered your eyelashes closed, and waited for the stretch of him pushing up into you... but it never came.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Stan's eyes, still level with yours, looking bored and his hands, once again, behind his head, biceps flexed and causing a big distraction for you.

He looked at you pointedly, but, realising you still didn't get it, rolled his eyes and motioned for you to sit on his cock.

At this point, you would've jumped off a cliff if Stan asked you to if it meant he would grant you some form of release, so you carefully began to lower yourself down onto his tree-trunk of a dick, the stretch of it stinging slightly but the depth of it stimulating you in all the right ways.

You let out a guttural moan as you sat on the base, his cock bottomed out inside of you. You gripped Stan's toned shoulders with force and wiggled about slightly, trying to adjust to this new, amazing feeling and, as you wiggled, you noticed a slight tremor in his mask as his jaw clenched and his eyebrows briefly furrowed in pleasure.

But, as quickly as it faltered, it reappeared and Stan's stoic, unimpressed gaze fell on you once again.

"Well?" He rasped, as if what he wanted was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're in control, right, babe? I'm not moving a muscle."

You knew immediately that he was not kidding, so you bottled up the impatience you had for this stupid, stubborn man and put your game face on.

You could get off without help from Stan, of course you could. You didn't need his touch when you could do a perfectly good job with your hips and your hands.

'Fine.' You thought, glaring at Stan with pure hatred in your eyes. 'Suit yourself.'

So you began to move up and down on Stanley's cock, feeling every vein and twitch as you dragged your walls all over his length, coating it in your slick.

You gripped Stan's flexed biceps, his arms unmoving from behind his head as his eyes flickered between watching your face slowly morph into a dreamy, fucked-out expression, soft, pretty moans escaping from your parted lips every time the tip of his cock would prod at your g-spot, and watching your glistening, stretched out cunt swallow up his length, each time producing more and more slick so every time you slammed back down on his base, you could hear a squelching noise.

The only sign Stan was giving away of him holding any emotion was the twitch of his jaw and brow growing more frequent as the speed of your bounces grew quicker and harsher.

Soon, your bounces grew erratic as you craved your release, the only noises in his room being your desperate whimpers of pleasure, the sound of your wetness, and skin slapping on skin, along with the occasional grunt of approval from Stan.

However, you started to grow tired and out of breath as it had been nearly 5 minutes of you bouncing up and down on Stan's length, with no help from him and your determination to beat Stan at his own game was overwhelmed by your desperation to cum, and you knew you had to admit defeat because you were never gonna cum if you carried on like this.

Reluctantly, you sank down onto Stan and stilled with him deep inside you as you breathed heavily and whimpered with the desperation to cum deep in your tummy, your clit throbbing, begging for release.

Stan's furrowed face quickly changed to that of faux sympathy as he moved his hands to rest on your waist, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. "Oh baby, are you tired? Do you need my help?" He asked, patronising you just a little bit further by stretching out 'need' just to annoy you.

You had no time to be annoyed, however, because you could feel your release creeping just that little bit further away from the loss of stimulation, so you nodded your head frantically, practically begging Stanley to help you with your pathetic little doe eyes, glossy and desperate.

"Please, Stanny, please I need it, I need you, just please make me cum." You whined, your lips ghosting his ear, and gently kissing his cheek just for good measure.

That was all Stan needed to hear as he grabbed your neck, squeezing gently as he brought your face back to his and kissed you harshly, bruising your lips with his teeth as he dragged your lip with him, pulling away, and then releasing it.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it!" He smiled gently at you, pecking your plump, red lips and squeezing your neck in approval, before he moved his hands back to your waist, his grip turning nasty and he lifted you up right to his tip, then plunging his hips upwards into yours.

You choked on your moan from the sheer force of his thrust but soon gained your voice back as he continued his rough, rapid thrusting up into your eager pussy, practically dripping, begging for a long overdue orgasm.

You collapsed your tired aching body on top of Stan, your head buried in his neck, muffling your high-pitched moans from the ears of your drunk parents downstairs.

Stan moved his hands down to your ass and gripped the flesh harshly and his thrusts were slamming repeatedly into a spot that made you clench fiercely down on him and shriek with overwhelming pleasure.

Stan groaned into your ear as you continually clenched around him, whispering filthy praises into your ear making your legs tremble and your stomach flip as your impending orgasm was getting closer and closer.

"Can you hear yourself, princess? Can you hear the noises your pretty pussy is making?" The squelching of your wetness was embarrassing to say the least and you could feel Stan smirking without even having to look at him.

As he kept hitting that same spot, you could feel yourself so close to the edge as your legs trembled and your moans grew louder and higher.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, Stanny." You managed to babble out through your whimpers as you felt that overwhelming rush of pleasure build up deep inside you.

Stan lifted your head up and grabbed it with both of his hands whilst still thrusting repeatedly in and out of your sopping cunt, forcing you to look into his eyes.

He had a look of pure concentration adorning his face, brows furrowed, jaw clenched and hair messy, letting out little breathy moans of his own every now and then.

"That's it princess, I wanna see that pretty face when you come all over my cock." And the coil snapped.

You let out a scream of pleasure as your entire body jolted, your orgasm washing over you, your toes clenching and your pussy spasming around Stan's length.

You collapsed onto Stan once again, letting out tiny moans, clearly exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm Stanley had given you, and the spasming of your cunt had clearly not been lost on him as his relentless thrusting had begun to grow sloppy.

Stan was moaning quite loudly in your ear now, a death-grip on your ass cheeks as he fucked up into you, chasing his own high.

You knew he needed a little push so you sat up slightly so you could whisper in his ear breathy and raspy like someone who was recovering from one of the best orgasms they'd ever had in their life, "I want you to come inside me."

The words that make every man orgasm on the spot did not lose their effect on Stan as he let out a loud groan of ecstasy and his thrusts slowed until they came to a stop, clearly having done what you asked.

He dropped his forehead to yours and grabbed your hands, fiddling with them as you both caught your breath.

Holy shit.

You didn't know what to do as you both just lay there gathering your thoughts, attempting to comprehend what just happened.

However, you knew you couldn't stay in this post-orgasmic bubble forever so you gently lifted yourself off of Stan's softening dick and got up to look for your dress.

You were halted, however by a hand closing around your wrist.

Turning around, Stan was lazily grinning up at you with a look of victory on his face as he was dragging you to lie back down on the bed with him and you couldn't help but smile back at him, full of a mysterious feeling for the boy who was just so beautiful.

How could you say no?

Climbing back into bed with him, you both turned to face each other, him still grinning at you, and you studying each and every freckle and blemish on his skin, realising that you loved each and every one of them.

You loved them.

Oh my god.

You loved Stan.

Suddenly, you burst out laughing and Stan jumped slightly before a grin erupted back onto his face as he asked what was so funny.

You managed to get through your laughter, barely, the words that you never thought you'd say in your life. "I- I'm in love - with - with you." Before you immediately started giggling again uncontrollably.

Stan joined in on your laughter, his shoulders moving up and down from the force of his laughs as he breathed out "I'm in love with you too."

You both laid there giggling uncontrollably like a pair of middle schoolers, laughing at your own stupidity.

Once the laughter died down you smiled up at Stan and nuzzled yourself into his chest, planting a few soft kisses there as he pulled you in closer and buried his nose into your hair.

You were drawing shapes on his arms, daydreaming in the comfortable silence when you heard Stan mutter into your hair something inaudible.

You sat up gently looking at him quizzically for a second until you noticed the look of pure adoration on his face that was directed to you before he said gravelly and clearly exhausted, "I hate you so much." before he buries his face into your neck and peppered you with kisses.

You giggled and whispered, "I love you too, stupid."

[puppyxaegon]

Sub!Ageon ii Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

Omg I spent so much more time on this than I expected to?? I kind of forgot people don’t usually do this entire template in one go but here we are, and I spared no expense in thinking through any one of these, I promise you. I started working through it a few days ago and just sat down decided that I’m finishing it all tonight. I didn’t anticipate how soft and sappy this would get at some points, so here is some very very good boy Aegon, enjoy!! 

Also, requests are open and appreciated!!!

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

After being intimate, it's generally you taking care of him. Things can get very intense between the two of you; and Aegon is often completely exhausted and needs your attention and affection to help him through sub drop. Once you both cool down you ordinarily spend hours cuddling, while you stroke his hair, and he buries his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. He is very much into words of affirmation, so gentle praise and being reminded of how good he did are often just what he needs.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of their partner’s)

Aegon loves your legs. More specifically, he likes to beg, and he often kneels in front of you and hugs you legs as he does this. If he’s in a particularly subby mood and just wants to be with you, he’ll often sit on his knees beside or in front of you and lay his head in your lap. For my afab readers, he also lovesss your breasts because well, mommy issues. He loves to give them lots of attention whenever you permit him to do so, sucking, squeezing, or nipping at them when he fucks you or pleases you with his fingers. It’s not always even an entirely sexual thing, he loves nuzzle his face into them as you’re cuddling, and there’s no shortage of occasions where you both fall asleep with Aegon’s face buried between your tits.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Aegon👏loves👏edging👏. Edging or any other form of cum control like orgasm denial drives him absolutely mad. Once, you bound him to a chair and tied a length of twine around the base of his cock, restricting his release until you so decided. You spent over two hours edging him, leaving his cock so painfully hard that it stood straight up, deep red and almost touching his stomach. He’d squirmed and tensed his body, arching against the restraints, and cried many many beautiful tears. The sounds he made that night were heavenly, and you can’t remember whether the game was meant to be a punishment or a reward.

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

What’s a dirty secret to an unrepentant pervert?? He’s a very sexual person and he isn’t afraid to express that with absolutely no filter. He’s not one for secrets, at least not with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While very experienced with sex in general, Aegon is not at all experienced in being submissive. You're his introduction to this side of himself, but even though all these experiences are new to him, he has no shortage of knowledge on how to please you, with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The Lotus (look it up) is his absolute favorite for penetrative sex. He gets to have you on top of him, and loves the added intimacy of being able to look you in the eyes, kiss you, and have you hold his face while he fucks into you from below.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Aegon is quite serious in the moment. For him, being submissive is extremely vulnerable, and it would definitely be a while before he could bring himself to joke around during the act. Though he has gotten around so to speak, you are the first person he’s ever had such a deep connection with, and he takes the intimacy seriously. This isn’t to say he is against playfulness, or teasing, or even bits of bratty disobedience. He just doesn’t want to feel like you’re laughing at him.

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

Guys I’m sorry to say it but Aegon is not the most hygienic (why are you booing me I'm right??), especially not when you first meet. I mean look at him in the show and the man looks like he washes maybe a few times a year. It’s very clear that he tends to prioritize having a good time over being presentable. The Targaryen genes are strong so yes, the carpet does match the drapes and he really is that blond everywhere, and he generally doesn’t remove any of his body hair. If any of this bothers you though, Aegon wouldn’t mind changing his habits to make you happy. He may need to be reminded a few times though. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with you for Aegon is extremely intimate and vulnerable. No one has made him feel like this before, and he truly and deeply loves you for it. Beyond sexual partners even, many people throughout his life have looked on him with abject disgust and he’s all too familiar with those closest to him constantly reminding him of how stupid, disappointing, and inadequate he is. Aegon knows he isn’t perfect, but he also didn’t ask for the life he was given and its not like he enjoys everyone hating him. He loves that you aren’t afraid to love him despite it all, and how strongly and plainly you show that love and how much you want him. So, in the moment he wants to give that back to you. He goes out of his way to always be touching and kissing you everywhere, and saying ‘I love you’ over and over . He also gets very blushy and almost embarrassed, sometimes avoiding eye contact or hiding his face in your neck in very intense moments. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he’s craving attention and you aren’t giving it to him while in private, Aegon will not hesitate to touch himself in front of you to remind you that he should be much more tempting than whatever it is that you’re doing instead. He has no shame in stoking himself slowly before you and making all the faces and little noises that he knows you cant resist. It does get a bit annoying, because you find it nearly impossible to deny him when he’s like this.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Yeahhh he has about a million. Aside from the ones that were already mentioned, dry humping, face sleeping, humiliation/degradation, discipline, and praise are all up there, and of course they often overlap and they're better together. For example, the time you only let him get off by humping your leg for an entire week after he came inside you without permission. His face would burn with shame and embarrassment in the beginning, but it wasn't long before that façade would crack, and you’d watch as pressed messy open mouthed kisses onto your thighs while his hip ground against you boot, frantically chasing his release.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Aegon prefers to be with you in your shared chambers, with the door shut and locked. He likes to be able to get lost in the moment and let himself go, so he prefers to be in an environment where there’s little to no risk of his immersion being broken.

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

Honestly guys Aegon is just a horndog, it doesn’t take much. You turn him on often just by your presence, but what really gets him in the mood and ready is when you switch your body language and take control. You make him feel small, but safe. He loves when you grab his face and make him look into your eyes, or when you pull his hips possessively into yours during a makeout. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I’m not gonna lie, this one stumped me a bit, Aegon tends to be into a bit of everything. But I think what would turn Aegon off would be feeling genuinely unwanted. He enjoys the degradation and humiliation in small doses, but if it moved out of the bedroom and he felt like you truly did not care for him it would begin to eat him up inside. At first, he would probably overcorrect and try to appease you, maybe thinking he’s done something wrong that can be forgiven; but eventually this kind of treatment would remind him too much off all he felt growing up, and he would respond with that familiar defense of callous anger and cruelty.

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

Aegon enjoys both giving and receiving, but he truly had a rare talent in pleasing you with his mouth. Even before he saw giving head as a way to serve his partners, he always saw the power in being able to make someone come completely undone with just his tongue. He's very perceptive to your reactions and makes sure to take note of what you like best. He also maintains eye contact during.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Though he loves when you draw things out and tease him, when he isn't holding out for you Aegon isn’t winning any awards for self restraint. He’s not the best at taking things slow when he fucks you. His hips seem to have a mind of their own when he gets lost in you, snapping forward with reckless abandon at irregular paces.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

In a pinch, Aegon will never turn down a quickie. There are definitely times where he feels like he just can’t wait, and he convinces you to sneak off with him to an empty corridor somewhere in the castle and let him fuck you against a wall or in an alcove.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Aegon trusts you completely and is willing to try just be about anything if you suggest it, and knowing him, if one of you gets to cum eventually he’ll probably like it. He’s also very partial to novelty and thrills in general, so new experiences easily drawn him in.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Aegon has great stamina in terms of holding out for you and enduring everything that you can dish out. He can go maybe 2-3 rounds (although he tends to prefer one long one), and after that he gets into overstimulation territory, although it isn't like he's not into that. You both really like to take your time, and his patience and obedience has grown so much since you first met. You never forget to tell him how proud you are of him for this. As we've established, he was a bit of a slut before he met you, but back then he was a lazy lover and wouldn't usually be on top for more than a few minutes at a time. So he never actually got used to that, and still prefers to lay back and watch you ride him. Our boy gets winded okay, but he'd definitely work on it for you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

We'll say this section is for a modern Aegon, and in that case yes. He is an absolute hedonist and has no qualms about using whatever device he can get his hands on if it'll give him the most pleasure. You regularly use toys on Aegon when you're together, and he's never been above using the odd fleshlight or vibrating cock ring when solo.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While you're obviously usually the one to tease in the bedroom, Aegon is no innocent bystander despite what he may wish you to believe. Though he'd never admit it out loud, the roles are almost reversed in how much he likes to push your buttons during public appearances or meetings, just to find out how you'll punish him for it later. While he’s generally very obedient once you get started, for every moment leading up to it Aegon keeps on his public face and he gets a thrill out of prodding you when you can’t do anything about it just then. You know all this of course, you aren't dumb, but you allow him to keep up the little charade. It's fun for everyone.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Aegon is a noisy one. Whimpers, grunts, shaky breaths, mumbling under his breath, begging. He really can't contain himself when he's around you. The sounds are usually just enough to fill the room you're in, but sometimes as he climaxes after a particularly long session he'll moan loudly enough to make the guards and anyone in the neighboring rooms feel that they're privy to something they shouldn't be.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He cries. Often, and easily when he's alone with you. Even though he has grown a lot since his days of roaming the streets and doing whatever the fuck he wanted all the time, the high pressure lifestyle he upholds now gets to him. He often feels trapped and extremely stressed day to day but can't show it, so when he's allowed to be vulnerable with you the flood gates just kind of woosh. A lot of his kinks are also kind of rooted in various emotional traumas, so a lot gets brought up. You’re glad that he feels so comfortable with you and that you can give him this catharsis for all the pent up emotional energy. It also doesn’t hurt that he cries like an absolute angel.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I just know it's girthy, flushed red when hard, 5-6 inches, and curved slightly to the left 🤭🤭

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

A bottomless pit. Like you seriously don't know how he does it. Despite being submissive, he’s usually the one initiating things through subtle gestures, and when you do start things he’s always ready to go pretty quickly. Even when he’s deep in his cups and can’t stay completely hard, this doesn’t deter him from wanting you and wanting to please you even when he doesn’t always get to reach his own peak.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Surprisingly, he's usually up longer than you once you both finish. While he does typically exhaust himself during the act, he needs time to cuddle you after and actively makes and effort not to fall asleep immediately. He likes to talk and watch you fall asleep first, and only then does he typically let go and drift off himself.

[flyiingsly]

Nightmares

Square : I wasn't sleeping

Pairing : Crosshair x gn!jedi!reader

Warnings : angst, nightmares, trauma and implied PTSD, mentions of Mount Tantiss, Crosshair being touch starved, this man deserves more hugs honestly

Wordcount : 3,5k

Summary : Crosshair keep having nightmares after being rescued from Mount Tantiss. You are a former jedi who is very sensitive to other people's emotions, and you are able to feel how bad he struggles with them. One night, after another nightmare, you try to show him that he can count on you to help him overcome his trauma.

A/N : My second submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! This is part of an Everybody lives AU in which the Batch end up peacefully living on Pabu after successfully rescuing Omega and Crosshair from Mount Tantiss, just has they deserved it :D

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

It was a cold night on Pabu. The winter season was approaching, the days were shortening and the sun seemed to grow even more distant form the little island every day. It had been weeks since Crosshair was successfully rescued from Mount Tantiss and that the squad was finally reunited. You knew it was still hard for him to accommodate to his new life and his new environment. You could tell he was having a hard time socializing and trusting everyone around him. He was doing his best and was making efforts, but he was still often standing alone and was still a bit cold with those who tried to interact with him. It was going to take time for him to get over everything he went through, you and the Batch knew it, and you were all trying your best to make him the most comfortable and at ease as possible.

But nonetheless, at this point, he was starting to become close to his brothers and to trust them again, their bond was in the process of being restored, and you could see it was improving more and more with each day passing.

At first, you weren’t expecting him to open up much to you, as you weren’t originally part of the Batch. You have been knowing Echo for a long time now, since you were fighting along the 501st, before he was captured at the Citadel. You were a jedi, and have grown very attached to the clones during the war, so after you escape Order 66, you decided to go after Rex and Ahsoka, for you had the feeling that something had happened to them, but not in a bad way. You had the feeling that they had made it out of all of this mess. It was during your journey to find them that you met the Batch, and got reunited with Echo. You had worked with them before on a few occasions, and they took you in without hesitation. Since Crosshair wasn’t with them at that time and didn’t approve their decision to keep you, you were expecting him to not recognize you as one of the members of the squad. Furthermore, the last few times you had crossed his past, he tried to shoot at you …

But you were trying your best with him anyway, giving him all the time he’ll need to trust you, never rushing him, always being kind to him …  He was intriguing, and you took your time to get to know him. And surprisingly, as the time was passing by, that hard shell he was protecting himself under started to soften. He noticed all the efforts you made, all the patience you poured into trying to understand him, all your kindness … He wasn’t use to kindness, or to someone being so patient and open hearted with him. It felt strange at first, and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was appreciating it sincerely. He felt at peace when you were next to him. All the attention and sympathy you gave him made him feel valuable and more human.

The two of you eventually became closer, although it was barely noticeable from the outside. He was still somewhat cold, distant and sarcastic, and you sometimes had troubles figuring out what he was thinking or feeling about you. But for the rest of the Batch, who knew him for so long, it was obvious that he ended up being really attached to you. You may be a jedi, but they were still a lot of things that you weren’t able to catch a glimpse of, even more with someone as mysterious as Crosshair.

Sleep was nowhere to be find that night, various and weird thoughts were spiraling through your mind and you weren’t able to get rid of them. You ultimately decided to do a better use of that spare time by reading some records from the previous mission that Tech had collated on his datapad then shared with you. You were the only one who was really paying attention to his ramblings about everything. You were an eager curious who loved to learn new facts as random as they can be, just like him.

You were absorbed in your reading when a strange feeling took over you.

You stopped your reading and just wait for it to go, but after a few seconds, you hear some very light footsteps passing by the door of your room. It wouldn’t have drawn your attention if it wasn’t for all the fear and anxiety that you were able to sense right now.

Something was wrong with the person crossing that corridor.

Crosshair.

You knew it was him, it was obvious. You knew he was regularly having nightmares about what happened to him on Tantiss. In fact, it happened to every member of the Batch to have nightmares from time to time. The war has left scars in everyone minds, even in yours. You’ve spent a couple of nights comforting them already, you knew how bad it was. But with Crosshair, it was worst. And although the others were able to talk to you about it, he, on the other side, was using a lot of energy to hide it and keep it to himself.

You could feel it anyway, his torments were so violent that it was overwhelming your senses every time you were near him after one of his nightmares. It felt as threatening as those Echo had after he was rescued from Skako.

Now you knew what was keeping you up and bothering your mind. You let the footsteps move away until you couldn’t hear them anymore. You hesitate for a moment, then get up of your bed. You knew he was more comfortable alone in these moments, but what you just felt was so intense that there was no way for you to not, at least, go check on him.

You put your clothes back on with a coat and a scarf and pull on your shoes. Your instinct was telling you to take a blanket as well, and within seconds, you were out of your room, the light of an electric torch guiding your steps in the dark.

As soon as you were out of the building, the cold wind hit you right in the face, freezing you on the spot and sending a violent shiver down your spine despite your heavy coat. The moon was full and its light was bright enough to allow you to shut down your torchlight.

You didn’t search for a long time before spotting him, for his strong emotions were leaving an easily identifiable trail behind him. You head toward the beach where the see was at its highest level. The light of the moon was beautifully reflecting on the waves, making them shimmer as they swirl.

“What are doing here ?” a cold voice took you aback, making you stop in your tracks. You were still a few meters away from him when he spots your presence behind him, addressing you without even turning his head to look at you.

“Well, I heard you leaving the building, so, I wanted to make sure that you were okay …”

He finally turns his upper body toward you, raising his head to look at you with a surprised expression.

“Did I wake you up ?” he asks. His voice was filled with concern. It was so unusual for him to not wear his little snarky tone that you weren’t sure how to interpret it.

“Oh, no, don’t worry ! I wasn’t sleeping anyway …” you answer briefly, not wanting to explain to him what was exactly on your mind. It wasn’t a lie anyway for you were, in fact, unable to sleep.

You looked at each other for a moment in complete silence and without moving.

“But, if you want to stay alone, I’ll understand … I just … wanted to let you know that I’m here if you need it …” you add hesitantly, waiting to be send packing any minute now, “and … I thought you’ll appreciate to have a blanket if you plan to stay here, the air is particularly cold tonight …”

He furrowed his brows, still not saying a word, and lectured you from head to toes, surprised and not really knowing how to handle the situation.

“You can stay.” He finally answers bluntly, turning back to face the see again.

You slowly move closer and sit next to him, keeping enough distance for him not to feel pressured. The silence goes on, as both your gazes were riveted on the moving water. What a coincidence, you thought, that the spot he picked up was your favorite one. It was the perfect place to stay hidden when you needed a moment on your own due to the high rocks border surrounding it.

You could feel that his anxiety level has decrease since you arrived. Even if he was still struggling, it was better than nothing.

Then your mind starts to drift toward some more joyful thoughts, fondly recalling the first time that you and the Batch arrived on Pabu.

“Didn’t you say that you bring a blanket ?” a voice suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts.

You look at Crosshair in surprise, you thought that he didn’t care about it at first.

“Of course, here.” You answer, holding it to him.

“Thanks” he mutters with a blank expression. You smile at him in response, not expecting him to smile back, before focusing on the water again.

As he unfolds the fabric, you notice that he was getting closer to you in the process. When you felt his arm brush against your back and the blanket being settled on your shoulders, your eyes widen. You automatically grab its edge to tighten it up around your body before his hand release it. It was your turn to look at him in surprise this time.

“Thanks …”

“I’ve already prevented you from sleeping and made you go out despite the weather, I just don’t want you to catch a cold because of me on top of that.” He was looking back at you too now, his piercing eyes profoundly rooted in yours. It wasn’t so often that you can meet his gaze, especially for such a long time.

His words made you understand that he knew why you weren’t able to find sleep, and why you were here. He knew how sensitive to other’s people emotions you were, and how comforting and helping your company was for his brothers when they were at their lowest. You couldn’t tell if it was his way to make you understand that he was in need of some comfort, but you decided to take the opportunity.

“You know …” you slowly start, picking your words with caution, “… if you need to talk to someone about anything, you can talk to me, I won’t judge you.”

You gave him another gentle smile, and slowly, you feel like if something was beginning to break apart inside him, as the glowing of his eyes became more intense and his jaw clenched. He suddenly looks away, lowering his eyes on the sand with a heavy sigh. You weren’t waiting for an answer, you just wanted him to hear it.

After a moment, his whole body started to shake as he buries his face into his trembling hands. But much to your surprise, after another heavy sigh, he raised his head from his hands and turned his body toward you, unexpectedly wrapping his arms around your neck and shoulders under the blanket, pulling you in a desperate and tight embrace.

Your eyes widen and you stood there in shock, processing what was just happening. You couldn’t move a finger at all, you were completely frozen to the spot by this out of character move. He immediately notices your tension and loosen his grip, realizing what he had just done.

“I’m … I’m sorry, I don’t know what was going through my mind, I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to force that on you …” He seems terrified, his voice was heavy, and you could feel guilt and shame in his tone.

But as he was trying to move away from you, you hold him back by placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s ok, don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I know you’re having a hard time, but it’s ok, you didn’t force anything on me, I was just … Surprised, you know. Because you’re usually not the huggy-kinda person, and I know that you particularly value your personal space, so I just wasn’t expecting that and I did not know how to react, but, it’s okay, really.” Your voice was calm and reassuring, but he still was feeling really bad about it.

“I know, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happen, I got overwhelmed, that’s not my type, I should never have done that, I should’ve asked, or just don’t do anything at all …” He was so embarrassed and moved it broke you heart.

“Please,” you gently ask for his attention, “it’s not a big deal, really, I’m fine about it, right ?” you were looking at him, but his eyes were avoiding yours. “Right” he mumbles.

“Hey, come here” you whisper softly, squeezing his shoulder gently and opening your arms, the edge of the blanket tucked in your hand, to show him that he could still have that hug if he wanted it.

He raises his gaze to look at you right in the eyes, then looks at your hands with a hesitant expression on his face, then back at you, like if he needed one more sign of approval to be sure to not make a mistake again. You gave him an encouraging smile to show him that everything was definitely safe and alright, before he finally wraps his arms around you again, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

He was so close that you were able to feel the beating of his heart. It was fast at first due to his sudden rush of anxiety, but it was slowly calming down to go back to its normal pace. You knew he was struggling with physical touch and people being too close to him, so you couldn’t have ever imagined that he was so eager for contact and so touch starved under his need for personal space and keeping distances. You gently move your hand that wasn’t holding the blanket to his head, and started to softly run your fingers through his silver hair, sending a shiver down his spine. His breath was warm and steady against your skin, and even if the struggle was still present on his mind, you knew he was more at ease than before.

The embrace was peaceful, and you really were enjoying it. You stay here in silence, again, as you hold him tight, your chin settled on his shoulder, contemplating the moving water, and offering him as much time as he needed to calm down. A few minutes later, he lets out another sigh, before starting speak in a hushed voice.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, it’s just that … I can’t. I can’t put words on those things to describe them, I can’t even say that out loud, my brain won’t allow me to do it. It feels like it’s too much, like if every time I want to talk about that, I suddenly forget how to talk. The words are stuck in my throat, like if they don’t want to get out … I feel restrained, like if I was having some sort of blockage … And …. I can’t even describe that feeling properly … It’s so frustrating, but I just can’t do it, not yet … They never taught us how to express our feelings on Kamino … We’re just … Not supposed to open up about all of this, we’re not meant for that, we’re just meant to follow orders without complaining, without showing how these things affect us, or it’s considered a defectiveness …”

His words were hard to swallow. He must have been suffering so much more that you could have imagine.

“It’s ok, I understand that” you whisper softly, “I know how hard it can be to put words on such hard-to-accept and frightening thoughts. I know it takes a lot of time to be able to clearly talk about these things and open up about it. But don’t worry, you have all the time you need to process and learn how to explain everything. Just know that you are safe now, even if it’s difficult to believe after everything you went through, but nobody is going to hurt you anymore, we will never let that happen again, I swear.”

You feel his grip around you tighten and his face press harder against your neck, just like if he was afraid that you could suddenly disappear.

“Thanks you” he simply breathes out.

His voice was filled with emotions, you knew that he really needed to let this out.

“Whatever you need.”

After a moment, he breaks the embrace, creating a space between you under the blanket. When you look at him, it seemed that his nervousness has returned.

“Can I … Can I ask you a favor ?”

“Of course, what is it ?” you curiously answer.

“I know it’s a lot, it’s probably awfully inappropriate, and I’ll understand if you tell me to get lost, but …” he hesitates before finishing his sentence, “can I share your bed tonight ?”

He was embarrassed to ask you and afraid of your rejection, like paralyzed, eyes riveted on the sand, waiting religiously for your answer.

You weren’t expecting that, and for a moment you thought that you had misheard his words, before quickly understanding that he was perfectly serious and sincere about it.

The last thing that you wanted was to make him feel bad or ashamed about it, or to give him the impression that you were hesitating. Honestly, you didn’t need to think about it, the answer was loud and clear in your mind.

“Of course, don’t worry. And nobody will know, if that’s what’s bothering you”

“Honestly … I don’t care about it, the only thing that matters to me right now is being with you.”

Your heart sank at his words. You were expecting him to do everything to prevent the other to know about all of it, or that everything that matters to him was to not be alone no matter with who it was, but he didn’t.

“Then I’m not going to let you down, ever.” You whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

***

You stay on the beach for a little while after that, holding each other close and watching the see, before going back into the building. You made your way toward your room without a sound to not wake up anyone else, and when the door closed behind you, you both felt relieved. It was like if something long awaited but never asked for was finally happening. It was like a reunion you never knew you were both needing before.

The light of your bed lamp was warm, the room was small but cozy, like a protective cocoon. Now that he was sure that nobody could bother him anymore and that he was safe, he really started to lower his guard. You could feel it, and it warmed your heart to know that he was getting better.

You get into the bed first, placing yourself on a side as near of the wall as possible to give him more space. He crawls under the sheets without a word. You were so close to him that you could feel his heat without touching him.

“Are you ok ?” you ask, looking at him lying on his back.

His eyes left the ceiling to stare at you. He was hesitant, but after a while, he gets on his side, and you felt his hand gently settles on your back, pulling you toward him. The contact made you shiver, for his fingers were cold, and soon, his body meets yours, his warmth enfolding you. He huddles up against you, and buries his face in the crook of your neck again.

“Now I am.” he whispers against your skin.

You could tell he was smiling, and the beating of his heart was resonating steadily against your chest. Your cheeks were blushing, but you didn’t care anymore, for you were, too, feeling great right now.

“Perfect then” you whisper back, stretching your arm to reach the light switch. The room was plunged into darkness as you settle your hand on his back, pulling him even closer. Your other arm slides under his neck, allowing you hand to land on his head and your fingers to wander thoughts his hair just like before on the beach.

He lets out a sigh of relief, drowning into the comfort of your embrace, slowly allowing sleep to wash over his mind. It didn’t take you long to sink in either, and soon, you were asleep in each other’s arms, both secretly wishing that this shared night will not be the only one.

[musings-and-moans]

watermelon sugar (kinktober day 1)

kink(s) of the day: overstimulation and squirting | kinktober masterlist

(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)

submission for: @ickyism’s Tropical Kiss Collab (thank you for organizing this💕, i think i am still early because timezones :D)

features: levi ackerman x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU) | wc: 4450 | song: watermelon sugar - harry styles

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m! and f! receiving, not in a 69 position), face fucking (if you squint), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex (pull out game strong, so dw), rough sex, pet names (baby, minx, captain), cum on ass, almost getting caught in class, implied creampie later (on the pill)

beta reading: @littleoanh (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: you were in a bar, sitting with your best friend, talking about and reminiscing that summer fling or friends with benefits, if you will, which you hoped could have been something more.

a/n: welcome to kinktober 2022! this is very my very first try in working on this and i hope you all enjoy this <3 keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

The bright lights of the bar caused your eyes to twinkle as you were in the most popular bar on campus with your friends, drinking away, enjoying the last couple of days of your summer vacation. The final year of grad school was waiting for you with bated breath and you were not wanting to think about that. Instead, you were sitting at the bar table with your best friend while your other friends were lost amongst the crowd on the dance floor. 

“So, bestie,” your BFF calls out to you, and then whispers loudly enough for you to hear, “did you get laid throughout this summer?” You felt a sense of fluttering in your tummy as you heard the question. “Come on, now… tell me, pleaseeeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you calm her down and tell her, “yes. I did.” She widens her eyes at you. “Wait, really? For how long?” You winked at her and smirked, responding, “All throughout the summer,” causing her to open her mouth wide in shock. “OH MY GOD!” She screams as you try to shush her to avoid embarrassment. 

“Spill the tea, sis! Come on, you got more action than me, and didn’t even tell me about it!” Chuckling, you responded, “Well, it was a FWB. What do you want me to do, go around and spread the word?” Both of you giggle as she asks, “Seriously though, tell me!” You nod and then continue, “Well, remember the time you had to leave for your internship and there was this summer class I had to take ‘cause I needed to work on my research otherwise? It happened then….”

As soon as you entered the classroom, you noticed the seats were almost all occupied except for one. As you walked to the empty seat, your eyes fell on the guy that sat beside you. He had short, straight black hair that was styled in an undercut curtain, narrow and seemingly intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with white stripes, which casually showed off his well-developed physique and muscles, but he gave a deadpan look at the board while flicking a pen where the professor was writing the notes. His face seemed extremely calm. One could never guess what he was truly thinking. 

As you collected yourself, quickly sat down, and nodded at this guy that caught your gaze. Thankfully, he nodded in return, from his peripheral vision, he took notice of you. You seemed excited for something, as you took out your notes, your laptop and your stationery as you were starting to pay attention to the lecture. His gaze lingered on how you tucked the stray locks of your hair behind your ear and how you straighten your glasses. Suddenly, you turned to his direction as the professor called out his name, “Levi, Levi, Levi!” He snapped out of his reverie as he turned to Professor Erwin Smith who was asking him something. Fortunately enough, Levi was able to answer correctly, surprising you. You, on the other hand, didn’t really surprise him when you were able to answer the questions addressed to you, however, he was taken aback by how chatty you seemed, yet you knew when to keep to yourself. 

As class got over, you started packing your bag when you heard someone clearing your throat beside you. You turn to see that it was the good looking man. “Are we going to keep stealing glances like this, or are we finally going to introduce ourselves?” Chuckling, you respond, “Ah, I like that you’ve taken interest in me. Anyway,” you put your hand before him and introduce yourself. He then shakes your hand with his, giving a firm grip, responding in a way that catches your ears, “Your name is interesting. I hope I get to see you around more. I am Levi, by the way. Just Levi.” 

“Just Levi, you say?” You raise an eyebrow, and continue, “It’s a pretty common name, you know? There are probably millions that have the same name as you.” With that, he smirks, and responds, “But there’s only one me. Why don’t you come to the summer party tonight at the club downtown to see?” You throw in a half-smirk his way and respond, “Well, you put in an offer I couldn’t just refuse, could I?”

That very same night, you walked into the club in a silver shimmery dress that went up to your knees and showed all of the curves well. You’d gotten your hair styled and were excited about the first night of the summer classes as your hips swayed to the music while drinking your favorite cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri. As your eyes turned to the end of the bar table, you saw the Levi that met you in the morning but he was dressed very differently. He wore a light blue t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. He had the similar expression you saw at the beginning of the class but his gaze softened as it met yours, prompting him to smile. 

Levi then approached you oh so confidently with a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke, “Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled and responded, “Oh, so you didn’t think I’d show up, huh?” With a half-smirk, he retorted, “You seem to be a little miss goody-two-shoes for me to expect you here.”

You were not sure whether you should be surprised, offended or flattered by his choice of words, so you threw in a half-smirk, scoffed a bit while running your index finger along the rim of your glass so as to draw his gaze on to the drink, and retorted, “Well, as you can see by the drink that I’m holding, that I’m not. I like to party, I just don’t do it often.” Puckering his lips, he responds, “Why? Boyfriend troubles?” Swatting your hand in the air, you shook your head in disappointment, “And here I thought that you thought of me to be goody-two-shoes! It could be possible that I don’t want anything to get in the way of my research? Also, didn’t you mean ex-boyfriend troubles?”

Levi responded, “Ah, so you’re a research scholar I see, I am impressed!” Then he briefly lowered his head in embarrassment, “Oh, my bad. I’m sorry. When did that happen?” Pondering, you answered, “A couple of days before the spring finals. He started dating a girl through Tinder while keeping me in the loop. I slapped him when I found out.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Really? Tch, men these days. Well, that’s a shame. That fucker doesn’t know that he’s let go of something precious. I’m glad that you slapped him.” Your gaze then fixates on the man in front of you, “You think so?”

He then comes closer to you, his face being inches away from yours, you could somewhat smell the whiskey off of him but you didn’t mind a bit. He curtly responded, with a sense of charm in his voice, “I don’t like to waste time by lying about what I think, (y/n).” He then placed a stray lock of your hair that fell out again behind your ear. “You’re hot, you’re smart, you’re confident in your own skin. I like that.” You then move back with your hand on your chest, taking on a snarky tone, “Why thank you. I can say that you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Levi No-Last-Name. After all, I see your groupies waiting for you.” “Tch,” he clicked his tongue again. “I find them annoying.” You scoffed, “Sure you do. You like the attention though, don't you?” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ooh you’re fiesty, I like that. Perhaps, we can come up with an agreement on something that would help us.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay? What do you suggest?” A knowing smile appears on his face, as he continues, “Well, with you getting away from your ex-boyfriend and focusing on your research, and me wanting to avoid those flies, how about we have a thing. You and me, for the summer. It’ll just be a FWB thing though. I don’t have to come in your way, and vice-versa.” This time, you’re the one to raise your eyebrows, “Oh? You think that in just one meeting, I’d agree to your proposition? We’re not friends, yet.” You then get up from your seat and stand in front of him, and subtly notice the height difference between you two. Scoffing, you continue, “How about we try it out tonight in that case?”

Taken aback by your forthrightedness, he inquires, “So you agree that you sense something between us?” With your lips now dangerously close to his cheek, you smile and whisper, “I’d say that there’s more than what we can sense but we’ll never know until we try, Captain,” teasing him with the nickname that he usually goes by from what you heard. It’s as if he felt shivers down his spine when he heard you, causing him to respond curtly, “What did you say?” Not sure if he heard it or not, you respond again, in a sultry manner this time. “Captain?”

Not sure if the whiskey overtook him, he softly drags his hand towards the small of your back and presses you closer to him, without uttering a word. He then drags his fingers to your shoulder, causing you to shiver with his every touch. He then slowly caresses your arm all the way to your hand, as he turns around and tangles his fingers with yours, gently leading you outside of the club. “Okay, umm,” he breaks the silence, “your place or mine?” A smile appears on your face, as you bring yourself to whisper in his ear, “Mine, please. I want to be comfortable first.” He turns his head to you, nods, then turns back, and responds softly enough for you to hear, “Of course. It’s the first priority.”

No sooner had you two reached your place, than you were glad that you were living in a single room apartment by yourself. As he approached you, his lips landed on yours, just like how you were desiring. “Fuck, your lips…” he cried out as he started to explore your lips with his while you two cupped each other's cheeks. You softly inquire, “Your hair…can I touch it?” and was met with a silent hum as you two ranked nails through each other's hair. 

To you, his lips felt cold and touch-starved, but tasted smooth, just like the whiskey. To him, your lips tasted like strawberries on a summer evening, like the daiquiri you drank. Lost in each other, you enter your home as you lock the main door. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongues around each other, until he stopped you, and he purred, “Before we continue, I want to let you know that I may not be gentle, I may be rough, but I assure you that I'll take care of you. Do you still want me to keep going?” 

You nod, panting, “Yes, Levi, please don’t stop.” He chuckles and responds, “I will not continue until you call me what you called me at the club.” You pant, holding him, “Please don’t stop, captain.”

Giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. In what felt like literal minutes or even seconds, both of your clothes were off each other and strewn all over the place. In the midst of it all, while your lips were glued to each other, you were carefully inspecting every inch of his incredible physique with your fingers, as you released yourself from the kiss, causing you to be in awe of him.  

With your consent, he roughly unhooked your bra, and discarded it on the ground with your breasts on display. “I was right,” Levi muttered when he roughly cupped both of your mounds and fondled them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilted your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him.

“(Y/N), you’re beautiful,” Levi rasps in awe, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. He didn’t seem to be one to mince words or lie about your looks, so this meant a lot to you somehow. 

In one sweep, he picks you by your butt, with you wrapping your legs around his waist, and him placing you on the bed, with your head on the pillow. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy as he sees you, “I am so glad that you kept it clean down there. Besides, seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time.” He examines your body as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.

Without telling you anything, his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Captain, feels so nice…”

There was an exchange of intense eye contact, moans, and groans going on as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. Your voices were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept calming you saying, “it’s okay, I got you.” With your wetness as lube, he roughly inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.

“Oh, shit you’re tight,” Levi cried, “Damn this pussy. That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan, and he then inserts another finger and commands, “Spread your legs for me.”

As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first kisses your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds roughly, while fucking you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well. As he kept doing it roughly, a coil was slowly building up within you, eventually causing you to see stars as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Levi, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps. 

He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your sensitive pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. All of this happened so soon, that you couldn’t register when he put you on his lap, again, urging you to go down on him. You were shocked to see his girthy cock slap against the abdomen. Who knew that someone who was shorter than you was more than making up for it in the package department. 

Your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. He tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You then start sucking him hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Levi’s eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, his face flushed with delight. You move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Shit,” he whimpers, calling out your name, “Don’t milk me just yet.” With a smirk on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide you. Levi then thrusts harder into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you, but you nod, allowing him. 

Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more, as he fucked your face. He breathed your name, writhing into your mouth. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, making him grunt, as one of your hands rubs your clit. 

“I want you to be on all fours, baby,” he rasped, getting you out of your reverie, and you looked at him in confusion. “On all fours, I’ll not repeat it again,” he commanded as you nodded, climbing on the bed and turning around with your ass on display. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, not uttering a single word. He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. 

“Crap, baby, how are you taking me in so well?” He says as he keeps thrusting himself into you. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. Your legs were shaking from the building up of another orgasm when he leans over you, turns your face such that it’s inches away from his face and then places a kiss on your lips. “You're pretty when you cum,” he smiles, pressing your face to the pillow, “I want you to not hold back and keep moaning,” he murmurs, starting to push his hips against yours again.

As he teases your sensitive spot, the knot in your stomach begins to loosen again, your velvety pussy stretching under his thrusts even though you can't take it all in. “I'm close, I can’t take it anymore,” you warn him. He fake pouts, “But we're just getting started,” then smirks, moving his calloused thumb over your puffy nub.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, his balls slamming into your ass and lewd sounds come out of your pussy as his shaft fucks you rhythmically. Your cunt spasms around his girth as if to push him off and when you come Levi pulls out. You squirt on him, squealing his name and shaking.

His thumb doesn't stop moving in circles over your sensitive bud, “There it is,” he murmurs, working his cock back into your hole, “you did so well,” he praises you, beginning to thrust frantically for his release now. He then says, “I’m going to cum on your ass now. I love the way it looks, and it would look better with my essence all over it,” as he felt his release approaching, following which he pulled out, and sprayed his essence all over your derriere.

Panting heavily, the both of you lie down on your bed and snuggle with each other. “Okay that was FUCKING good” you broke the silence, as he chuckles. You look at him, and ask, “Is that why you’re popular amongst the girls? ‘Cause you make them feel amazing in bed?” He scoffs, responding, “They say that, but they don’t realize that sex is a two-way street. They’re supposed to make me feel good too, but they fail to do so, until just now. ‘Cause you,” he then kisses you, “you’re a minx, you know that?” You wink at him, saying, “I seem to be learning from the best,” as you both decide to go at it again, lasting all night. 

This went on for days and weeks on end. Sex with Levi was always on a whole another level. Your ex-boyfriend could never match up to how good Levi was. Both of you never told each other, but ever since you two started sleeping with each other, you two never bothered sleeping with other people. You would even take risks in the university, with him devouring your pussy one day during class, urging you to pay attention in class, and were only allowed to cum once the professor left. You were overstimulated during class but couldn’t say anything. 

Once class was over, he felt a gushing liquid coming out of you, as both of you chased your release. When you got over your embarrassment after frantically cleaning up, you asked him, “Why were you eating me out during class? You know that you’re more than capable of making me do that anywhere.” He laughed sadistically, “Because you got me addicted to you, baby.” Shaking your head in disapproval you scoffed, “Oh, please. Remind me to give you an amazing blowjob during class next time. I will overstim you so hard that you’ll see stars.” He then grins at you and says,  “Try me.” 

Your summer tryst didn’t just get you two physically close, during this time, you were beginning to get bare with each other emotionally, blurring the lines between you two in every way. You learned that his full name was Levi Ackerman, the nephew of Kenny Ackerman the trustee, the son of Kuchel Ackerman, the popular actress who died in a car accident and is related to Mikasa Ackerman, a champion in sparring. He confessed that he was not fond of his last name, so he dropped it whenever he was introducing himself in public. 

In return, you told him about your problems, and he was more than patient to listen to you rant about your research not going well. You two would cook meals and drink tea together and before you know it, both of you seemed to be falling for each other. Until one day, Levi knocked furiously on your door, with you wondering what was going on. However, you were then met with a scowl from him, who had a phone in his hand with his Twitter page blowing up. 

“What is this?” He curtly answers in a soft voice, showing you that your classmates were freaking out about Levi’s surname. Now, to some it may not be a big deal, but it was to him, you were aware. However, you were not the one to do this. You’d never hurt him on purpose. “Levi, how did this happen? I swear this is not my doing…” He entered your house with his eyebrows being furrowed further. “Explain this to me then, why this was done from your phone?” Fear gripped you, as you checked your phone, realizing that you were hacked. You didn’t know who did this or why would someone target you, but this wasn’t right. “Levi, I really did not do this. I was—” He flashed his palm so as to stop you from talking, just saying, “Save it. This, whatever we were having, it’s over,” and he left, leaving you alone.

The last few days of the summer went by, with you focusing more so on your research than anything else. However, something felt different. There was something you felt was missing, or rather a certain someone …

Your best friend then widens her eyes in shock. “Omg you were with THE LEVI?! The sex god?!” She exclaimed, “Wasn’t his last name was a mystery until recently?”

Your facial expression then turns sorrowful. “Yeah, but that was not my fault though. Apparently my ex saw me fucking him in university and he got so jealous that he hacked into my phone and spread the information. He being a comp sci student, I should have seen it coming! We argued and we stopped talking ever since.” You were upset about all that happened, but you couldn’t stay upset. After all, it was just supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement, right? 

“Did I mess it up, real bad?” You softly asked your best friend, without realizing that Levi had walked up to you and stood behind you, surprising you with a, “Why don’t you tell me what happened next?” You flinch and turn to see Levi standing in front of you, looking at you guiltily. He briefly lowers his head. “I…I owe you an apology.” You stand in front of him, still hurt, but wanting him even more as you felt your heart race. “I later learned what actually happened and set him straight but could never bring myself to apologize to you until today. Would you be able to forgive me, and can we try this again?”

You stood there, stopping yourself from kissing him, retorting, “I don’t know, it did hurt, y’know…” He then cups your cheek with one hand, brings you closer and kisses you, ignoring your shocked best friend in the background. “How about now?” You throw in a half-smirk and whisper, “Only if you do that again with you cumming in me, as I’m on the pill.” As he widened his eyes, not a single word was exchanged as he held your hand and dragged you out of the club. Surely he didn’t want to miss the chance of getting washed away in you, ever again.

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[djarinsphere]

Obi-Wan Kenobi [NSFW Alphabet]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x female!reader

Warnings: this is a nsfw alphabet duh, please do not read or interact if you are under 18!

A/N: this man has me in a chokehold... so enjoy this

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

Obi-Wan is big on aftercare. It’s not a rare occasion that he will run a bath for you or give you a massage afterwards. He always makes sure to keep you comfortable even after sex, covering your body in kisses or just exchanging small pecks with you. Cuddles are also an important part of aftercare for him as soon as he got you and himself all cleaned up. 

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partner)

Obi-Wan absolutely loves your eyes. Not a day goes by without him admiring them and thinking about them. They were the first thing he noticed about you and they’re still the first thing his eyes go to. 

And during sex, he loves to keep eye contact and allows to lose himself in your eyes. 

Additionally, he’s simply in love with your breasts. He could spend hours admiring them and shower them in as much affection as possible. He wants you to know how much he appreciates your body and how much he especially loves that part.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Obi-Wan doesn’t like to cum on your face, but everywhere else, he’s fine with it. He was a bit hesitant to cum in your mouth for the first time and only did it when you reassured him again, but now it’s an essential part of your sex together. 

Through all the quickies between missions in various storage rooms around the temple or wherever you can find them, he has also grown used to cumming inside you to prevent making a mess. 

D = Dirty Secret

Obi-Wan doesn’t really keep secrets from you, but a little fantasy he still hasn’t talked to you about is him being on the more submissive side for a night and letting you do to him whatever you wish. He still contemplates talking to you about this eventually.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

Despite strictly following the Jedi Code, he’s still a man with urges and had his fair share of affairs and gathered some experience through that. But most of his experience eventually comes from your relationship and your regular sex. He learns to receive pleasure in a lot more ways and the sex just feels a lot better when he gets to be with someone he loves. 

F = Favourite Position

Obi-Wan absolutely loves to watch you ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock. He loves the sight of your breasts, watching them bounce right in front of him. It’s common for him to reach up and knead them as he thrusts up his hips and makes you feel him as deep as possible. That sight always follows him around for hours. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Obi-Wan always exchanges some smiles with you. He has sex with you because he loves you and he wants you to know how much he appreciates the moment. He can’t even hold back the smiles, they’re always there. 

However, if you ask him to try out stuff that would include him to be more dominant and serious, he would try his best for you. 

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

Obi-Wan had different phases in his life concerning the hair on his body. He didn’t care much for it when he was mostly alone, but after getting to know you, he had started to trim it and make sure it looked clean and well groomed. After going on long missions though, he would always come back with a bit more hair than before, but it would not remain that way for long. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Obi-Wan has to show you how much he loves you, so he can be quite the romantic. From candles everywhere to rose petals on the bed, he has done it all. While he can also enjoy the opposite of loving sex and gentle moments, he does love to just appreciate your body in its naked glory. 

‘I love you’s are always exchanged, just like he is constantly whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Being intimate with you is a way of showing his love and appreciation. And he could do that for the rest of his days. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Obi-Wan had to go a long time with nothing but his hand to help him reach that sweet, sweet high. Even though he’s with you now and has gained an active sex life, he jerks off every now and then on a longer mission to a different planet. But when he touches himself, he always imagines that his hand is yours. Or he is thinking about all the times you were sitting on top of him, tits bouncing. That always does the job for him and he can never get that image out of his mind anyway. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He used to be quite shy about admitting any of his kinks. After a while, he was pretty sure though that he liked feeling your nails scratch over his back. The little pain heightened his arousal and now a moan always escapes his lips when he can feel your nails digging into his back as he thrusts into you. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His favourite place will always be his own bed or your shared one. He doesn't have a problem with switching it up every now and then, like fucking you over the kitchen counter, but the bed will always stay the most comfortable spot for him. 

It allows him to take his time, kissing all over your body and just feeling the moment. The romantic in him could never find anything that would reach the same level of intimacy as the sex in his bed does. 

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

Sometimes a few well-timed caresses of his chest are enough. Other times, he can just look at you and he knows that he wants you right now. You’re never not attractive in his eyes and especially when he has been away for a while, he cannot wait to get his hands on you. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Obi-Wan is quite protective of you, so he wouldn’t like to seriously hurt you. He’s also always checking in if you’re feeling comfortable enough.  He also values his privacy, even after his time as Jedi, so he also wouldn’t be up to getting much going outside of the privacy of his rooms. 

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

He has a clear preference in giving oral. While he does enjoy every blowjob you give him, he loves your moans and squirms too much to not go down on you every chance he gets. And the feeling of your thighs around his head is enough to make him even more hard. 

His beard greatly adds to his skills. It’s an intense sensation to feel his beard scratch over your thighs while his mouth slowly finds its way to your warm core. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s slow and sensual for him, most of the time. While he does like to go rough every now and then, especially if you asked him, he loves to just savour the moment and make every thrust deep and slow. That way, he also has time to plant kisses all over your chest or even your face.  

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies used to be something frequent for you two, especially in his days at the Jedi Temple. Later though, with more time on your hands and less people around you, Obi-Wan definitely prefers to take his time. Maybe because he didn’t get this time in the early stages of your relationship.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Obi-Wan is only up for experiments as long as he knows that he’s not gonna hurt you and that you actually want to do it. He tries to stay away from risks though, like unprotected sex or positions that might end up with one of you hurt. 

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

This man has stamina. Of course, it slowly fades away with age, but when he’s young and actively training for the Jedi, he can definitely provide you with a long night. It also takes him a while to cum every round. 

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

While he would never buy them himself, he loves to accept a toy into your sex life if you want to try one. He would definitely like to see you ride a dildo in front of him, putting on a show. And he would definitely enjoy that session of jerking himself off. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s hard for him to tease you for long. But every now and then, he tries it and he loves it when it drives you crazy. However, he knows when to stop, even though he enjoys to see you squirm or even beg every now and then. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Obi-Wan used to be less vocal, but with time, he grows more comfortable and let out his moans. However, he prefers to just moan into your ear instead of out loud into the room. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He really has a thing for seeing you in hot lingerie. When he came back from a mission once, meeting with you in his room, he almost started to drool at the sight of you in nice, red lingerie, laying on his bed. That is a sight he will always carry with him. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Obi-Wan has quite the average size. But it does not take away from the fun at all. He’s not too thick, but a vein or two are visible. 

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

He has an average sex drive. The first few weeks after Order 66, when you two are hiding together, it’s a bit higher, because he suddenly has all this time on his hands and definitely wants to use it (maybe even a bit to distract himself). 

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Obi-Wan likes to watch you fall asleep after you’ve had sex, but sometimes he is just too tired to do it. And then you start holding his hand or brushing through his hair and he’s definitely gone quite soon. 

[blackjackkent]

All right, we know where Bhaal's temple is, so it is time to FLATTEN ORIN LIKE A PANCAKE. >:| We're heading back to the sewers, and on to the temple where once Caden fought Sarevok.

This dude is wandering around in the entry hall of the Murder Tribunal:

I can't interact with him but he's wandering around grumbling about the Lord of Murder. I had to do some googling - this is Ffion Goldgrind's son, the one I assumed had been replaced by a doppelganger. Apparently he just went down the Bhaalist rabbit hole instead, so I'm guessing he killed his mom. Apparently we could have run into him in a couple different places as part of the "Solve the Murders" questline (which I guess is shut down now that we've faced the tribunal), or if we had taken the evil route here, we would have had to fight him as a "professional rival" (according to the wiki).

Interesting. Let's get the hell out of here.

Back into the sewers from the Basilisk Gate, and following the quest icon, we're going way the fuck off to the north in an area of the sewers we haven't been yet. We run almost immediately into a couple of "Night Blades" and a "Death's Head of Bhaal," who are busy taking potshots at a camp of innocent refugees nearby, but all of whom are not happy to see us and immediately turn their attention to Hector instead.

"What's this? A heretic in our midst? Your death in the Dread Lord's name!"

I actually stumbled past these guys earlier in the sewers but then backed up when I realized it might trigger Orin's wrath early; at the time, though, they didn't actively get angry (presumably because we were still on some level allied with Orin because Gortash was still alive). Now, however, they're ready to jump. I'm assuming this is because Orin knows we killed Sarevok and is Not Happy.

...I hope killing Sarevok didn't get Lae'zel killed. :(

Not a difficult fight but does seem to indicate we're going in the right direction.

While searching for the path northward, I land in a place called "Heapside Barracks Cells" which appears to be a prison managed by the Flaming Fist. It's not what I'm looking for but I'll take a look around in the interest of thoroughness.

Surprisingly, the Fist didn't seem to mind me being there. So I set Hector into sneak mode and robbed them blind of anything useful and enjoyed the satisfying sight of the dead Steel Watcher lying on the floor.

Pretty much the only interesting stuff here is a bunch of documents in a back office, most of which deal with the rise of the Bhaalist cult in the city. There's a note from Devella indicating she requested more resources from the Fist to look into the situation and was denied. Florrick's sentence to death and information about the Stone Lord are also here, which thankfully are no longer relevant but would presumably have been alternate entrances into those quests. Also some notes about the rise of the Absolute, and a message from Ravengard (post-tadpole) ordering a complete lockdown of the Upper City.

There's definitely some documents here indicating the presence of decent Flaming Fist, also:

Hard to say if any such people remain in the force, though, or if they've all been tadpoled into submission.

A fun little note locked in a chest:

XD Yes he really is a [REDACTED]. Jury is out on whether [REDACTED] was [REDACTED] although I'm guessing she died fully human.

The Emperor is still a bit of a mystery to me. He does a very good job of pulling my heartstrings, but there are also definitely plenty of documents around reminding that mind flayers are capable of incredibly manipulative behavior so who knows. Maybe I am not immune to squid propaganda. I want to believe he's telling the truth about Stelmane but who knows.

Probably not a very relevant sidetrack but I always appreciate some lore flavor. :D

[jotatetsuken]

dear theodosia

≡ submission for: @mrskenmakozume’s “Oh, My Daddy” Collab <333 and my gift to Kento Nanami for his birthday ♥️ (kento nanami’s birthday special)

⊹ kento nanami x mrs.nanami!afab!reader (uses she/her pronouns) (sfw, slice of life, angst, fluff)

⊹ trope: established marriage, new parents ┊ wc: 1930

≡ inspiration: dear theodosia - leslie odom jr.& lin-manuel miranda and that would be enough - phillipa soo & lin-manuel miranda from the hamilton soundtrack; this video that was shared to me by @/mrskenmakozume (i urge y’all to please listen to the songs to understand the atmosphere)

≡ warnings: fear of parenthood (from both sides), pregnancy, reader is undergoing symptoms of postpartum depression, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, I think?), majorly fluff (please lmk if i miss any more tags)

≡ beta reading: @benkeibear @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so much <33)

≡ networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

≡ notes: happy birthday to my former salaryman turned sorcerer. ever since i started thinking, dreaming, watching and writing about you, i’ve fallen more in love with you every day. i know not everyone thinks of you as a favorite character, and it’s totally okay. here’s to finding someone like you irl <3 when dear theodosia played in my head, idk why but i so thought of nanami, and i had to do something regarding this. also, there is definitely a tatsu reference in this :D as always, likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.

Present Day

“Congratulations, Nanami-san! It’s a girl!” 

Time stood still in the delivery room for Kento Nanami as he tried to process the news the OBGYN had delivered. Not only were you and the baby okay, but you also gave birth to a baby girl. That too, on his birthday. He’d wanted it for a long time, and now that it was coming to reality, he felt his heartbeats pacing rapidly. 

His head then turns to you, as you lie there, heaving and panting with your hands splayed on your tummy, as your gaze fixates on him. He then runs by your side, holding one of your hands, tears welling up in both of your eyes, as you two shed tears of joy with the best news you could’ve heard in a long time. 

As the nurse immediately placed the tiny girl in your arms, you smiled at the baby, gently rocking her to put her to sleep. Both of you look at each other and at the baby as you break the silence, softly muttering, “Kento, we did it! She’s here! How are we going to…”

He then puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest, shushing you calmly as you feel the rhythm of both of your heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He responded softly, “Baby, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.” Remember when you told me when we were expecting and how both of us were scared?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, and I couldn’t imagine having anyone else to join me on this rollercoaster ride other than you. Now we have her.” He smiles at you, responding, “Yes, we do. We’ll give the world to her and, someday, she’ll blow us all away.” When you return to the room, you chuckle. “Kento, how funny that you loved that song so much that you sang it to her while I slept!” His mouth gaped wide open, exclaiming, “What?! There's no way you could have known,” and raising an eyebrow. Throwing a knowing smile his way, Kento understood that you blurted it out of him, causing a tint of blush to dust his cheeks.

Three years ago,

The salaryman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer knew very well that it’s a cruel world we live in today, with the balance of good and evil always being tipped either way. In the aftermath of all the cases he investigated and the amount of tears he had to wipe away, coupled with the personal losses he had to endure, had caused him to harden his heart towards the possibility of pursuing a family, let alone a romantic relationship. 

However, when you, a fellow jujutsu sorcerer, came into his life, he became so enamored with you that he realized he had to stop feeling that he couldn't provide for you. So, during your years of courtship, both of you worked harder than ever, and you realized that you wanted to be with each other for the long term.

One day, weeks into your engagement and months before your wedding, the two of you had discussed whether parenthood was something that was in the plan for the both of you. You then told him, “Kento, I’m not sure about being a mother. You see, the news that’s been spreading around everywhere? That scares me. It took me a while to even commit to you, let alone commit to raising someone. In addition, we're jujutsu sorcerers, and our jobs require us to be ruthless and cutthroat, so it's really difficult to demonstrate kindness and compassion. “I'm not sure if I'm ready to have a child yet”, to which he replied with a small sigh, “That's okay, baby. Whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in confusion and say, “So, are you saying that even if I plan on not giving birth, or not having kids at all, would you still love me?” He then nods in agreement and responds, “Yes, because we have each other to love. I am irrevocably in love with you, flaws and all. In this world, as I’m a man, I’m supposed to be protecting you, especially from the world’s cruelties, but you’re someone who doesn’t need to be protected. You’re someone who has a heart that’s big enough to accept me. The fact that you chose to marry me, someone who thinks they’re unworthy of love, is, in fact, a miracle in itself. So, as a couple, we’re supposed to face what’s in front of us. Whenever you decide you want one, I’ll be ready, and even if not, I’ll still be here. We’re a team, and we’ll be a team, regardless. I’ll work hard to spoil you the way you spoil me.” This causes you to smile in awe of your husband-to-be as you hug him, thanking him for giving him the space you need.

Years after your summer wedding, in October, when you told him you were expecting, he got so teary-eyed that he vented about how scared he was to be a parent, more so than you, but you held his hand and assured him, “Kento, it's okay to be scared about being a parent. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. I'm sure you'll do superbly, however. You are good with Yuuji, aren't you?” Kento’s friend and his senior at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, had entrusted a first-year high school student, Yuuji Itadori under his care, and as Yuuji came over a couple of times, both of you had been watching each other, and that’s when you realized that you needed to tell him that you were expecting.

Kento sighed and went back to sit on the living room couch to read a book. When you started humming and walking to him, sat by his side and sang a couple of lines while holding his hands, “I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind, but I'm not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough—”

You stopped singing as you noticed Kento smiling at you while holding your hand and looking at your ring. With another hand behind your head, he brought it closer so that your foreheads touched each other, as both of you silently communicated that this was a new phase in your lives, one to endure together.

Three years later,

Ever since your little girl was born, as happy as you were for her birth, you have slowly retreated into a shell, unable to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Days, weeks and months would pass where you’d have sleepless nights, not feel hungry on occasion, and space out in situations, like the one time you let the milk boil over for too long, and with you especially having difficulty bonding with the baby, causing her to cry more. There were moments in your spacing out that even caused you to miss her first steps, and her first word: ���Mamma.” Thus, there was more of “dadda” ringing in the house, than “Mamma.”

Kento, sensing that you were not your usual self, requested an extended paternity leave and rushed to your aid, taking care of the baby and encouraging you to go for therapy. A new normal was then established where he became a househusband like someone familiar, preparing your tiffin, pushing you to go to therapy to provide a change in environment for you, taking care of the baby by feeding her milk, changing her diapers, and putting her to sleep.

While with you, he didn’t lose his cool, and was very soft-mannered and kind towards you, but stern when he needed to be. He would hug you constantly, bathe you when you were unable to do so yourself, helped you vent out your feelings, and in the months that you were getting better, slowly, you even observed him singing “Dear Theodosia” to her to sleep. 

An unexpected smile appeared on your face as you remembered the time you were expecting. As you were half asleep, your baby girl kept moving around, so he splayed his hand on top of your tummy and sang to both of you to lull you both to sleep, “Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart. I'm dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart.”

He then hummed for a moment looking at you with a smile, and continued, “If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday...” His gaze shifted to you, and he could feel the rumbling in your womb subsiding and heard you snore softly as you both fell asleep.

You then realized that you were missing around the house and the joys of being her mother, and you decided to try to be there for her. So, Kento encouraged you every day, teaching you to prepare the formula, to change the diapers and bond with her, and the ways she nowadays likes to sleep.

That slowly provided you the confidence you needed to bond with your girl. You started holding her with confidence that was gradually building up, causing her to smile at instances. You got her to hold your finger while trying to walk, and that eventually lifted your spirits.

One day when your three-year-old girl quietly entered your bedroom, she crawled up to your bed, and lay in between Kento and you, starting to sniffle. “Mamma, dadda,” she whispered, causing the both of you to open your eyes, and Kento responds to her softly, “Yes, sweetheart, tell me, did you have a bad dream?” She nodded, sniffling. You stroked her coiffed blonde hair in order to calm her down. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

You then asked, “Is it okay if I could sing you to sleep along with your father? I noticed that you like to hear him sing to you, but I was wondering if I could join in.” Your daughter nodded, responding, “Yes, Mamma.” Your eyes brightened reflecting the incandescent moonlight coming through the window. You then began singing, hesitantly, with Kento eventually joining in, and then both of you joined in together. 

After that, you told her, “Goodnight, my baby, you’re our pride and joy,” and then you softly hear reply, “Night night, dadda,” and then, “Night night, Mamma.” You tried moving around to sleep, but then you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around, and realized that your daughter not only fell asleep, but also clung to your arm, for the first time in three years. 

This caused you to gleefully smile at your husband as he mouthed, “I’m so proud of you, love.” As  you replied, mouthing out a “thank you,” you turned to each other, caressed each others’ cheeks and you two fell asleep. You smiled to yourself, being thoroughly grateful that you have the father of your child by your side who not only carried you through your hard times, but took care of your daughter, and helped you reconnect with her. Truly, he was one of a kind, and you were in immense awe of him.

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[vampsquerade]

SFW alphabet for Doc? Love that man

you and a bunch of other people alike on my blog heehee c: lots and lots of Doc and Lion lovers in this here town for sure! thank you for being the last request in my inbox, i appreciate it wholeheartedly (yes this is being uploaded before i finish the fics don’t question it)

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SFW Alphabet: Doc

A = Activities (How does he spend his free time with you?)

Though he rarely ever had free time, Gustave did his best to spend what he had with you. He would take you out on fancy dates or just hang out at home with you. At home dates are also a must.

B = Beauty (What does he admire about you?)

Gustave loves your eyes and your personality. Those are the most endearing things to him, and he always finds himself getting lost in the admiration of your eyes.

C = Comfort (How would he help you if you weren’t feeling good?)

Gustave will do anything he can to take care of you if somethings wrong, especially if you’re sick. The man’s a doctor and a humanitarian, after all, he must care for the one he loves as much as he cares for others.

D = Dreams (How often does he picture his future with you?)

Gustave would love a future with you, once he has the time, because he’s always wanted to know what it was like to spend the rest of his life with someone.

E = Equal (Is he the dominant one? Does he take a more submissive role? Or are you both on equal grounds?)

Gustave is on equal grounds with you, but whenever you’re sick or need comfort, he takes a much more dominant role.

F = Fight (Would he be easy to forgive you? How does he fight?)

Fights aren’t common between you two, but whenever you do, Gustave talks to you lowly and firmly. If he’s in the wrong, he’ll apologize. But when you’re in the wrong and you apologize, he’s quick to forgive you.

G = Gratitude (How grateful is he in general? Is he aware of what you do for him?)

Gustave is very grateful for you and the things you do for him. He’s aware of everything you do for him, and he’s happy about it.

H = Honesty (Does he have any secrets he hides from you, or does he share everything?)

Gustave has no secrets, and he tells you about everything that goes down in his life and line of work.

I = Inspiration (Did you change him or was it the other way around?)

Gustave has changed you honestly. He’s shown you a lot of compassion and taught you how to be the same, and you’ve come to care more for certain things in life.

J = Jealousy (Does he get jealous easy? How does he deal with it?)

Gustave only gets jealous when you talk to Olivier, but for the most part he’s fine with everyone else. The way he deals with it is by keeping his eyes on you, watching Olivier’s actions to know whether or not he should give him the punch he’s deserved since the Ebola incident.

K = Kiss (Is he a good kisser? What was the first kiss you two had like?)

Gustave’s an amazing kisser; passionate and fevered. The first kiss you two had was after your first big fight, and he pulled you into a kiss once he pleaded for you to stop walking and you turned around.

L = Love Confession (How did he confess to you?)

Gustave first confessed his love for you when you had gotten injured and he was afraid you were going to die. He didn’t let it affect his work; he was more determined for you to live to hopefully get to continue his life alongside him.

M = Marriage (Does he want to get married? How does he propose?)

Gustave definitely wants to get married. He sees a future with you and he wants to spend his life with you.

N = Nicknames (What does he call you?)

“Mon amour,” and “ma/mon cherie/cher,” are the nicknames he calls you the most. Sometimes he’ll call you his darling as well.

O = On Cloud Nine (What’s he like when he’s in love? Is it obvious? How does he express his feelings?)

Gustave doesn’t make it too obvious, but once he’s much more comfortable with you, he’ll leave little notes behind for you to read.

P = PDA (Is he upfront about your relationship? Does he brag about you, or is he shy?)

Gustave is a bit 50/50 with PDA. He’ll give you little kisses when nobody’s around, and when Olivier was, the kisses were much more passionate.

Q = Quirk (Random trait he has that’s good for a relationship.)

Gustave believes his patience is a good trait. Unless you somehow manage to actually tick him off, he’ll for the most part be extremely patient.

R = Romance (How romantic is he? What would he do to make you happy? Is he cliché or creative?)

Gustave’s a cliché romantic, looking more towards things he’s seen in media he watched years ago.

S = Support (Is he helping you achieve your goals? Does he believe in them?)

Gustave supports you for sure, wanting to be the one to give you the determination to push forward and do great things in life.

T = Thrill (Does he need to try new things to spice up your relationship? Does he stick to a routine?)

Gustave sticks to a routine, but he doesn’t mind if you want to try something new.

U = Understanding (How well does he understand you?)

Gustave has a few things he doesn’t know about you just yet, but for the most part he has a pretty good understanding of you.

V = Value (How much does your relationship mean to him? What’s it worth in comparison to other things?)

Gustave values you a lot, however he is a bit more dedicated to his work. There’s other lives that need saving, as much as it pains him to think about.

W = Wild Card (Random fluff headcanon!)

There was a time where Gustave was the one that ended up being sick, and he tried to push himself to continue working to the point where he passed out. You made sure he didn’t do anything to strain himself, and downright forced him to rest. You took very good care of him, and when he brought it up to thank you, you simply told him you had learned from what he did for you.

X = Xoxo (Is he affectionate?)

100%. Gustave is the most affectionate (and lowkey touch starved) man you’ve ever met in your entire life.

Y = Yearning (How does he cope when he’s missing you?)

When Gustave misses you, it gives him that tell-tale ache in his chest as he waits patiently to get back to you.

Z = Zeal (Is he willing to go great lengths for your relationship?)

Gustave will go great lengths for your relationship, but if you told him to give up his line of work for you, that’s where the inner conflict will come in. He cares about his work and about saving lives, especially yours.

[magnoliacharmed]

...The Jerk Store Called!

18+, Billy Gunn x Shawn Michaels | Kevin Nash x Shawn Michaels one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Mentions of Bret x Shawn, fingering, unprotected sex, jealousy

Word count: 4078

Summary:

Shawn’s poorly thought out plan to put Billy in his place doesn’t work out the way he expects it to. —- Shawn was nothing but a little ball of energy when he didn’t have a big, strong, brown-haired man around to keep him happy. Big. Strong. Brown-haired. Well, Billy had two out of the three attributes.

“His ass actually might be better than mine. Can you believe it? The one guy with an ass better than mine and they stick him in my group.”

Kevin wasn’t stupid. He knew bait when he heard it and what Shawn was saying about Billy Gunn was pure, 100% bait. Even over the phone he could hear the shift of his ex-boyfriend’s breathing in anticipation for soothing words. Of course, Kevin gave him what he so desperately craved. 

“I promise you his ass isn’t better than yours, baby.”

Shawn sighed, sighed deeply in that pouty way Kevin missed from time to time. He’d said the right thing. He could tell by the way a lollipop began to click-clack against Shawn’s teeth in an attempt to calm himself down. Kevin shifted from side to side, readjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder while he looked for Scott and Sean amongst the crowd of people. Although it was always nice to catch up with Shawn, he didn’t want to spend every phone call appeasing and soothing his insecurities. 

“I forgot how much I liked you calling me that, daddy.” Shawn’s voice lowered to a raspy whisper that was very familiar to Kevin’s ear. The airport was not a place he wanted to be turned on at, so he willed his dick into submission even though it wanted to jump at Shawn’s voice. 

“Come on, don’t start. I gotta get on a plane in a few minutes.”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Just tell me one more time?”

“You’ve got the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“And the nicest one you've ever been inside of, right?” Shawn inhaled deeply over the line, leaving Kevin to imagine that he was probably palming himself through those fancy slacks McMahon was making him wear for the Commissioner job. Pervert. 

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

Shawn smiled into the phone as he hung up. Kevin always managed to bring him back to earth when he was feeling on edge. The calls between the two had been more frequent ever since Bret left suddenly for WCW. It sent Shawn barreling down a dangerous path. A potent mix of anger, unchecked ego, and ball-aching horniness resulted in a snotty attitude and a tendency to fuck anything that moved. Now that he didn’t have a steady supply of sex and affection to keep him satisfied whenever he needed it, he lashed out whenever things weren’t going his way. Which seemed to be quite often. 

So it wasn’t hard to imagine why he was so damn upset that Billy was now a member of D-Generation X. Kevin knew that as soon as Billy joined up with the group, Shawn would be calling his phone to complain about it. After lots of “uh-huhs” and “you’re rights” Shawn relaxed and left Kevin alone for a while. He then turned to Hunter to talk his ear off about it, to which Hunter at first appreciated and then came to dread. Billy was cool. But Shawn was Shawn . He didn’t understand why he constantly felt like he was going to get replaced. 

“You just don’t get it, man.” 

Hunter rolled his eyes. He didn’t understand what there was to get.

“You should see the way McMahon looks at him.” Shawn gritted out while they were driving to the next rinky-dink town for a show. “Looks at him the way he used to look at me.”

“God, give it a rest, Shawn. You’re only doing this because you haven’t been fucked in a while. Or haven’t done the fucking? I don’t know.”

Finally, for the first time in what felt like forever, Shawn was silent. He was fully stunned into not speaking. His mouth fell open at Hunter’s harsh, yet truthful words. 

“Well are you gonna fuck me then?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? I’m a good lay,” Shawn whined. 

“Because despite being the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, you’re still a man and I don’t swing that way. Look, I know you’ve been kinda… upset. Ever since Bret left. And I know you’ve been a little sensitive about McMahon not clearing you to wrestle. But you can’t take it out on everyone else. It’s not our fault you’re so frustrated.” 

Shawn huffed. Who asked him to play therapist? 

“Billy is a nice guy. He’s taking the opportunities he’s being given, whatever they may be, just like you did a few years ago. He’s not trying to steal your limelight.” 

“Fuck him.”

Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into Shawn’s pretty little head.

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Billy thought that Shawn had the best ass he’d ever seen. It was perfectly toned but still soft enough that it jiggled when he hit the mat right. Plus he had that cute little tattoo on his cheek. After taking a peek at it in the showers one night, Billy couldn’t get him off his mind. From the rumors he’d heard, Shawn was a great fuck. Just from looking at him he could tell that he was. He had the kind of wide smile and annoyingly confident air about him that said You’ll fall in love after just one night. 

At best, when Shawn came around Billy felt tolerated. At worst he felt iced out. The only thing keeping him afloat in DX besides his fun personality and good looks was Vince McMahon’s attention on him. He didn’t know what he did to gain so much favor from the boss but he sure was happy that he was getting it. Every time McMahon asked to speak to Billy, Shawn’s eyes squinted in envy. 

“Why does Shawn always look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like he hates my guts.”

Hunter shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He didn’t want to betray his best friend, but he also didn’t want to leave his stablemate in the dark. It was better to make Billy uncomfortable than to get on Shawn’s bad side, so the decision was made for him. 

“I’m not sure. Don’t take it too personally.”

Billy tilted his head in confusion like a lost puppy, his sparkling blue eyes widening at the non-answer. Right there Hunter knew why Vince liked him so much and why Shawn felt so threatened. He was sweet and easygoing. He had an amazing body. He was cute. And he was blond. Billy was Shawn’s worst nightmare come to life. 

Hunter sighed. “ If Shawn is mad at you— which he’s not— it’s not your fault. He’s got some… personal problems right now. Kinda frustrated with life. You didn’t hear that from me, though.” He pointed a finger sternly at Billy and left the room. 

It wasn’t his fault! That was great news for Billy. It did lead him to a brick wall. If he wasn’t the reason for Shawn’s bad mood, what was? He did notice that he’d gotten a little fidgety in the weeks after Bret left the company. At first he believed it was because he no longer had a worthy rival to direct his negativity to. As Billy continued on he thought about the way he bounced off the walls when Kevin left too. Shawn was nothing but a little ball of energy when he didn’t have a big, strong, brown haired man around to keep him happy. 

Big. Strong. Brown hair. 

Well, Billy had two out of the three attributes.

“Hey, you seen Hunter?”

Shawn pushed directly into Billy’s personal space with zero regard. The world was his oyster after all. Anywhere he went he acted like he owned the place and ruled over the people in it. Billy didn’t really mind as long as it got him closer to Shawn.

“What?”

Shawn huffed impatiently and looked down hard on Billy. Stupid handsome face and sweet genuine smile. Billy’s long, tanned legs were stretched out below him. The tiny shorts he wore into the ring hugged his upper thighs tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. His ridiculous, gaudy belly button piercing burned a hole into Shawn’s vision. It glittered under the ugly dressing room lighting right into his eye. He hated to admit the gem situated in Billy’s navel got his blood flowing. It was trashy-cute, perfect for someone who called himself Mr. Ass. 

“Hello? I asked if you’d seen Hunter?”

Billy didn’t want to give up Hunter, especially after he just risked his friendship with Shawn. 

“No, sorry. Haven’t seen him in a little while.”

“Hmph. Whatever.” 

Shawn continued to stare at Billy’s stomach. He started to wonder how his come would look covering the piercing. He had to get some release, and soon before he went really crazy.

“So… why’d you get the belly ring?”

“Oh, I just thought it’d look nice on me. What do you think?” Billy flicked at it then smiled innocently at Shawn.

“…It fits you.”

Shawn wanted to grind his teeth into powder at admitting that. It was hard lying to this puppy-dog of a person. Really, Shawn had a problem lying to anyone who was hot. It was why he continuously ended up getting himself in trouble with Bret and Kevin. 

“Thanks!”

Shawn decided that tonight was the night he’d fuck that bright smile right off of Billy’s face. He was going to push his face into the covers, make him scream, make him cry, make him beg him to stop. Then he was going to come on his stomach and laugh in his face. He’d go back to his own room laughing the whole way at the dumb expression Billy would give him. Realizing that he was only being used for Shawn’s sexual relief, it’d destroy his self-esteem so badly that he’d figure he wouldn’t be able to do any better than the Heartbreak Kid. He’d be so down in the dumps that Vince would think he was pathetic and kill his push to be the champ. It was a good plan, a real two-for one. Guaranteed noncommittal sex and another chance on top of the card. 

“Billy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna have sex with me tonight?”

Billy leaped up from his chair so fast his head spun. He was only a few inches taller than Shawn but still felt like he towered over him. It made Shawn feel smaller and less threatening to him, like he could pick him up and spin him around until he wasn’t so angry at the world any more. Shawn looked up at him with those piercing baby blues and his arms across his chest defensively. So cute. It was things like that that made Billy ignore Shawn’s less savory traits.

“Of course I do.” 

“Perfect. I’ll come to your room later, okay? Be ready for me. Kick Jesse out for a couple hours. Actually, for the whole night.”

With that, Shawn turned to leave the room without a goodbye. 

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Billy opened the door of his hotel room with more flourish than he wanted to. He couldn’t help it, he was just so excited. Shawn Michaels wanted to fuck him out of everyone else. He could get with anyone he wanted to and he chose him. Shawn’s long, wavy hair smelled like expensive, fresh shampoo and his pants were tailored perfectly. It was incredibly flattering that he wanted him. It took a lot for Billy to not jerk off before Shawn’s arrival. The only thing that kept him from doing it was that he wanted his first orgasm of the night to be on Shawn’s cock. 

“You gonna let me in?”

Shawn watched Billy step aside to let him through. A slightly dingy carpet and tattered curtains showed that his room wasn’t as nice as Shawn’s. The petty zip of superiority that flashed through him at having superstar perks like a nice hotel room immediately boosted his confidence into the stratosphere. 

“You look great, as usual.”

“I know.” Shawn turned to Billy to press against his chest. He raised his hand up to hook a finger under the elastic choker necklace surrounding Billy’s neck. Billy watched on silently as Shawn pulled at the necklace over and over like a toy, then pulled it as far as it could go without breaking to let it snap loudly against his skin. 

“Ow.” Billy smiled down at him. 

What a dope, Shawn thought. His dick betrayed him by hardening quickly at being so close to his group mate. There was still some residual glitter on his neck and arms from earlier in the night and he kind of smelled like… berries?

“Why do you smell like the inside of a Limited Too?”  

“That’s the only place I could get body glitter from on short notice. One of the makeup girls bought it for me. They thought it’d be a bad look if I went in there myself.” 

For some reason the image of Billy slathering fruit-scented glitter all over his shiny tanned chest made Shawn’s brain stop working for a second. Never in a million years would he have thought someone like Billy would ever make him this crazy. First of all, he was blond. Despite his own hair color Shawn did not prefer blonds. At least not long term. After Kevin went blond at WCW, Shawn found it easier to get over his former lover. That’s why it was hard for him to understand why Billy had such a strong physical effect on him. 

“Hmm.” Shawn reached to lick a long stripe up Billy’s neck. Sadly the glitter was only berry scented and not berry flavored. The strong chemical taste that coated his tongue was worth it to see Billy shiver under him. “Get on the bed for me.”

Billy walked in a daze over to one of the double beds. It only took seconds for him to get completely naked. Shawn watched as his muscles rippled while he removed his shirt and pulled down his jeans. Then he finally saw it, the real star of the show as Billy crawled over the side of the bed for his lube: his ass. And what an ass it was. He was completely deserving of that stupid nickname. 

Shawn stripped down almost fully, only leaving his expensive watch on. He needed something nice to look at when he was feeling down and couldn’t look at himself in the mirror. The way things were turning out, he was sure he was going to have a few moments of self-consciousness tonight. Billy flipped back onto his back and let Shawn once again invade his personal space by putting his face only inches away from his cock. 

“Lube.”

Shawn stuck his hand out for the cold liquid. Billy squeezed quite a bit on Shawn’s fingers, then shut his eyes. 

“What’s the matter, first time?” Shawn started to laugh, then immediately shut his mouth. It would be his luck that Billy had never had anything up his gorgeous ass before. 

“No, not the first. It’s been a while. The last time was the first time… the only time.”

For some reason that answer upset Shawn more than if Billy said he was a virgin. Someone had unlimited access to him and didn’t take advantage of it? Also, did that mean McMahon wasn’t even fucking him? That he found hard to believe. Shawn suddenly felt both special and deflated. What was the point of all this? It wasn’t even a revenge fuck any more. That’s what made the whole thing fun… at first. Now he realized that he might have concocted this whole idea as an excuse to fuck Billy. Shit. 

“Alright. You want me to be gentle, then?”

“No, that’s okay—“

“Great!” Shawn pushed his index and middle finger inside of Billy’s hole. It was not without some resistance and Billy’s hips bucking off the bed. Shawn was only able to fit up to his first knuckles as Billy clenched around him.

“You’re squirming a lot. I’m not even all the way in you yet.”

Billy let out a little hum and tried to keep his body glued to the mattress. It felt like a fever was rising in him the more Shawn continued to push, pleasure dancing across his brain roughly. His cock began to jerk around on its own volition when Shawn finally got both fingers completely inside of him. He forgot to pull them back out as he watched Billy leak and twitch so close to his face. 

“Oh, right,” Shawn breathed while slowly exiting Billy. He twisted his fingers on reentry as much as he could but there was still so much clenching around him. If it was this tight around two fingers it’d be unbearable on his dick. Billy was already looking undone above him. If he thrusted into him one more time he’d come right there, which was the last thing either of them wanted. Even though Shawn’s fingers were close to being too much, Billy still groaned when he no longer felt them. Shawn missed the warmth of him too. 

“Arch up for me.”

Unsteadily, Billy assumed the position. His ass was perfect, dammit. That was so infuriating. They couldn’t both have perfect asses. That was his thing. The only win he had over Billy was the tattoo that adorned his. He decided that it gave him character that set the two of them apart. Ha-ha, I win , he thought with an immature smugness.

Without another word, Shawn tried to push inside of Billy. He was still very, very tight. That was another reason why his ass was so perfect. It wasn’t all used up. Knowing that he was getting to it before Vince kicked him into gear. Billy said he didn’t want gentle, so he wasn’t getting gentle. A deep breath and nails digging into his hips was the only warning Billy got before Shawn shoved himself inside.

Billy had never been impaled before. He imagined this felt pretty similar. Maybe not as pleasurable. But the same kind of feeling. Shawn was all heat as he throbbed inside of him. It was kind of crazy how all it took was one push to suddenly feel whole as a person. Shawn stopped and steadied himself before he kept going. It just didn’t make sense how good this felt. How good Billy felt. Did he even know what he was doing to him?

“Shawn,” Billy whispered. He was unable to raise his voice any further. His brain wouldn’t allow him to make a louder noise. “Shawn…”

Shawn was feeling pretty destroyed himself. There was no way in hell he could let Billy see that. Even if in this state he was barely aware of himself and his surroundings. He forced himself to begin to thrust, slowly with as little stutter as he could manage. Billy’s breathing was shallow as he mumbled into the sheets. Every couple of strokes Shawn would hear Billy say his name so softly he wondered if he was dreaming it. He reached to grab Billy’s hair, pulling him enough to be able to look over and see his face. 

He didn’t expect tears. Or drool. Or listless, rolling eyes shutting as soon as the chilled A/C air hit Billy’s slack face. It was a gorgeous sight to see. Shawn’s body started to shake as he pumped faster into Billy. He used his hair for purchase and balance while he fucked up into him with deep snaps of his hips. His red rimmed wet eyes fluttered open and reminded Shawn of an old, beautiful painting.  

“How does it feel? How do I feel inside you, Billy?”

Shawn’s rough accent breathing into his ear was too much for Billy to take at the moment. He always thought it was the sexiest thing about him, that hard voice coming from a pretty boy. Never in a million years did he think he’d hear that same deep timbre asking him how good he was fucking him.  All Billy could do was nod, a slow dumb movement that made Shawn feel incredibly good about himself.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Perfect, Shawn. Keep going, please,” Billy scraped out. 

“Say my name again.”

Shawn pushed right onto Billy's prostate while he whispered into his ear. It was getting close to cruel the way he continued to make Billy whimper. It may not have the screaming he so badly wanted to hear, but it was close enough. He was only trying to stave off his own orgasm. He had to make Billy come first. He knew he’d lose if he came before him, even though the only person keeping score in this silly game was himself. He let himself fully sink into Billy one last time and kept himself there to pulsate inside him. Shawn’s hand freed itself from his hair and down onto Billy’s neglected cock, the tip of it slick and dripping onto the comforter. It only took one shallow stroke of his rough hand to—

Billy was floating. He was falling down, down, down from heaven and the clouds high in the sky. All he could see was black as he fell back to reality. His face was back smushed into the tear soaked spot in the sheets he’d left earlier. Shawn was still inside of him. He let himself fall over when Billy did too. The weight of Shawn pressing down on him disappeared as soon as he was starting to really enjoy it. It was quickly replaced by an even better feeling, the warmth of Shawn’s come flooding out of his stretched and sensitive hole. Air hit his crack with a disorienting coolness as Shawn spread his cheeks open to watch his hole flutter and leak out his come. 

Shawn lost. He didn’t do the one thing he wanted to do, leave his come all over Billy’s piercing. It wasn’t too late…

Billy gasped at feelings Shawn’s finger digging into him frantically. Shawn made a scooping sort of motion inside Billy to collect the little bit of semen left inside of him. His hip was grabbed harshly to turn him around face up to stare at the ceiling blissfully. A cold drip onto his navel made him crane his neck down watch Shawn drag his come covered finger all over his gem. It dulled into a disappointing, barely twinkling thing that Shawn Cheshire cat smiled at. Billy’s head plopped back on the bed softly, a weird heavy feeling spreading in his chest at Shawn’s mean-spirited joy.

As Billy started to wonder if he should regret what just happened, Shawn eagerly climbed on top of him to press a kiss that was so sweet on his lips he decided to push away the bad thoughts swirling in his head. Billy wrapped his arms around Shawn and squeezed him tight to roll them both onto their sides. Shawn drifted off to sleep quickly in his grasp while Billy made up his mind. He didn’t mind being used for sex. He’d just use Shawn for intimacy.

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“Wow, I’d never thought you’d get on top. What do you think about it?”

“Eh, it’s a lot of work. I’m too pretty for all that.”

“Right, you’re just supposed to lay there and look hot.”

“Duh. Billy’s ass might be worth the effort, though.” 

Shawn could pretend all he wanted to, but Kevin knew when his old flame was feeling all sappy about a new love. He remembered the way he called him sounding high as a kite talking nonstop about Bret. 

Kevin heard the familiar sound of a candy wrapper being opened over the line. If Shawn kept eating those lollipops his teeth were gonna fall out. It did make his kisses sweet in that artificial way Kevin came to enjoy. Once again, he was not going to let himself get hard in a public area. This time at least he was in a bar, a more appropriate place to have an obvious erection.

“I’m really happy for you. I’m sure DX is too ‘cause you’re not terrorizing them any more. Now since you’ve got a new boyfriend, will you leave me alone?”

Shawn thought for a minute on that one. No, he was never going to leave Kevin alone. They both knew that. They wouldn’t have it any other way. Billy was good about understanding and dealing with it. He had to because it was just another weird part about dating Shawn Michaels. 

“You know you love hearing about it. I came so hard, Kevin. The only thing that would’ve made it better is if you were there. Hey, you think he’d let us tag team him?”

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

[captainkurosolaire]

Update / Valentiones

Just wanna throw-down some appreciation and update on some stuff still plan on tackling this year. Although early this still implies for Valentiones. “Love ye all, have a terrific hearty day.  Should you feel cast aside, leave that t’ me to debunk it. Cause I’ll polish and give you a reason to rewrite that by finding you, picking you up, dusting it off. – You’re f*cking valuable, every single passing Sun t’ Moon, not even I can determinate it, no scale could justifiably do it. Don’t let any foul scallywags tell you otherwise. I’ll handle em’ You focus on shining eruptive, dazzle chaotically! I see you and I am thanking you fer existing, otherwise, I’d be out of business as a pirate, what’s the point of being one if I can’t discover my treasures cross these bland planes?” - CKS

Achieved a decent-chunk of chapters already with my goal this year to be like 60, think I'm almost at 20 this early-in. More than I expected. Thanks for all the energy and power, from low to high. Still got probably 800-1000 chapters I need to realistically create, I get why One-Piece how it is. Once you get real passion for your art, there's an overabundance of stories to further write. xD I most certainly will be around chipping at pieces. In my case, I've always continued for the company that's been on this crazy voyage with me, for always welcoming or being there after long-breaks to RP partners who's integrated or pre-established stuff with me to join in. To my Best Friend/Roomie for always shooting inspiring ideas, always been able to easily click from being nerds who made so many D&D and Tabletop sessions we went to make our own whole world-building and tabletop game. Was pretty dope, but now I'm taking all that same, rich-passion and throwing it to world-build here. I got all the people to credit, I started from here on the community with too that matured and nurtured my character who allowed a very vanilla starting character, to morph into something that I could eventually give deep respect to continue. There's ton's of people and fellows who came from Tumblr as well, that were either forced to give up, or brought down by anon's, all those who suddenly disappeared, couldn't because time-commitments, or became distant, I've kept ingrained in me and I stay ever vigilantly passion in their stead. I overflow like a flowing fountain and multiply for all their sake to continue onward, and the lurkers, all the people who came to me saying they got inspired to join this fandom, all that you've made a impact, difference on me, and make no mistake about it, you matter. I carry your spirit, energy all with everything I endeavor. It's meant a life-changing amount to me have a place to just unleash myself. No better way to say it but -- I LIVE for this shit. So even no matter how infested this site becomes, or when the p*rnbots take over and I have to somehow try to convince them to start up a brothel and least take up RP, I'll still wage on. I may and most definitely die alone at the end. But baby I didn't live like that one-bit or felt like that at-all, I've lived millions.--- Update --- I'm determined to be more regular about this stuff yearly, I've collected so It can get done. I literally think I'll be at this point writing for the next two FF MMO's at this point if I don't start now. For now though, got about two-chapters left in me to do hopefully before February ends. Then I'll probably take a mini-break. I'm thinking about having or seeing if people will send a single, -word- to me in my submission box, and create my own prompt's judged upon that way. Overall, I never-mind getting anything asked or submitted anytime either while, I'm throwing it out. But this way lets people get involved, and I can use my over abundance of characters and try to create-weave a story within the mood or perimeter I need to tell, but I don't have to follow my story-path. Words submitted can be just about anything. Either I can mention you when I do a post with your submission, or you can go on anon for it. Even if no one's down for that stuff, It's all chill. Cause I'm dedicated and determined to do this stuff regardless, whenever I'm around. xD I eventually will take the XIVWrite again too, but I want to do that after a lot of progression or absolutely, my last-rodeo, or its. I've got to establish a lot of Captain's Crewmates, NPCS, I'm even doing slow-burn and building up other antagonists, I got relics, cultures, isle world building, continue thinking of just a mountain of arcs. I really want to get to my sport-arc. After these next two-chapters or so, I'm going to start timeline jumping all over the place. When I'm energized. Anyways that's it, also If need a Valentione's I got ye my hearty, I take no issue in being a rebound. 😎💛

[demonichikikomori]

SFW Alphabet - Ruggie Bucchi

A - Affection = (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Ruggie's love language is physical touch and acts of service. Hyena males are known to be submissive to females, but he doesn't mind. You're tired, rest on him for a bit!! You're hungry? Don't worry, he'll snag you something to eat!! You want a kiss? ...Why didn't you say so sooner? <3

B - Best Friend = (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

You became friends after the Leona Overblot incident. He started latching onto you as much as Grim, Ace and Deuce do. But he made sure that he would be the one to monopolize all of your attention!! He learned all of your favorite things from the flavor of gum you chewed most down to the way you liked your shoulders rubbed!! Those guys aren't as helpful as Lil' ol' Ruggie!!

C - Cuddles = (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Even before you were officially dating he was all over you at every available chance. You're a very comforting force in his life and he appreciates you letting him cozy up so close.

D = Domestic = (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would LOVE to...

After you finish school.

Ruggie understands the possibility of you eventually going back home (if you choose to) and won't make any life changing moments just yet. He want's to be the perfect husband and house partner of course but he wants to know what you want as well. He can maintain a home, make a 5-Star meal with three ingredients and he's an excellent hugger. Spending the rest of his life with you is all he really wants now. But...

Do you feel the same??

E - Ending = (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Ruggie would go out of his way to not be the one to do it. But if the hint wasn't picked up on he'd be the one to go ghost. Leaving without a trace, blocking your phone number, ignoring those reaching out to him (other than his Grammy). He just doesn't want to see any tears. He'd fall apart the moment you sniffle.

F - Fiance(e) = (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Ruggie is content with the title of 'Domestic Partnership'. He doesn't think a ring that's so expensive and so easy to steal should be the seal of approval between you both. He wouldn't care for the official title, but if you do he'll make something work so you're both happy!!

G - Gentle = (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ruggie is gentle with you when the moment is necessary but he's not above play fighting!! It's a beastman thing!!

When it comes to scolding you on something he won't sugar coat it even if it's you!!

Well, he will a little bit.

Just don't cry!! Take his words seriously!!

H - Hugs = (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Ruggie is a big hugger!! He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you from the back. There isn't much down time in between him grabbing you up for a hug, he loves to hold you!!

He's very gentle, always desiring your company and you feel very safe in his arms, just as he feels when holding you.

I - I Love You = (how fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while since he has to process he scored a major 10 (that's MC/Reader/Yuu) but he expresses it through action much better. You can certainly feel his love and how much he cares for you... And at the most intimate moments, he'll whisper it into your ear.

J - Jealousy = (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

He doesn't exactly get jealous, more so insecure. That guy that tried hitting on you, he was much taller than Ruggie. Or that girl who brushed your hand when giving you your crepe... She was super pretty and looked interested in you... Oh no... At this point he'll latch onto you and steal a kiss as a form of self comfort. If you ask him if he's upset, he might share his feelings...

K - Kisses = (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

He's still a busy hyena even while you're dating. Things to do and money to make!

A chaste and swift smooch before he's running off

A deep and passionate one when he catches you alone

Something a little more intense when you're lying in bed together... Oh my!! <3

He aims for your lips each time, but if you choose to refuse then he'll peck your cheek or the top of your head.

If you kiss him first he loves it, but his dirty secret is when you kiss his hands. Oh you're just too much! <3

L - Little Ones = (how are they around children?)

He has neighborhood full of kids he plays with and watches when he's back home. He's an excellent big brother figure and is heavily focused on tough love! He also is hoping to impress you with how well he does, maybe it'll influence the thought of starting a family some day.

15 kids minimum. Those are the rules. (just kidding, but he does want a house full.)

M - Morning = (how are mornings spent with them?)

Ruggie is an early riser. You rarely see him when you first wake up unless you choose to join him. He's already cleaned the living space you share and has started on breakfast and laundry. He's a fiend for cleaning so the only time you wake up to a mess is if Ruggie is having a bad day. Other than that he's the house hubby of your dreams!

N - Night = (how are nights spent with them?)

Because he get's up so early he goes to bed fairly early as well.

And he's expecting you to do the same.

If you're more of a night owl he'll come and lay around you so that way he can rest and you can do what you needed to do. He just adores your company. <3 <3 <3

O - Open = (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ruggie grew up as the man of his house so he never really had time to express his emotions unless he was with his Grammy. He has a hard time talking about his feelings or even crying in front of someone. He askes that you stay patient with him as he tells you about his most sensitive and secretive thoughts.

He enjoys what Idia calls a 'Feelings Jam' session with you.

Give him a piece of you and he'll give you a piece of him.

P - Patience = (how easily angered are they?)

Ruggie is pretty patient but he'll let you know if you do something to piss him off.

Which is pretty hard to do.

If for some reason you ever anger him to such a point he'll distance himself from you until he cools off. The worst he'll ever do is show you his teeth.

You can occasionally hear him making a strange 'giggle' sound, but remember he is a beastman and hyenas have a trait of laughing when they show frustration.

Q - Quizzes = (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Ruggie has a fantastic memory so if you mention something such as a like or dislike, even cutting your hair two centimeter's shorter he'll know.

Everything you tell him has significance, even if it doesn't feel all that important to you.

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

He likes the earlier moments of your relationship. The ones where you both understood and confessed your mutual like of one another. The hand holding, sharing the same bed... When you both shared your first romantic kiss... The memories make him develop another crush on you.

S - Security = (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Ruggie will know if you can defend yourself or not. He'll have your back at all times even if he thinks you're in the wrong.

He knows how to fight and will even teach you the basics if something happens where he isn't around.

If he wants to be protected its more so stick up for him if someone makes a nasty comment about him. He brushes those things off but having someone by his side to snap back for his sake makes his heart soar.

T - Try = (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ruggie puts his heart into everything he does for you. Even if you have different definitions of a date!

He remembers your anniversary without fail and makes sure to clear his schedule to set up a big surprise for you both. He'll fill your bedroom with your favorite things or a bouquet bigger than you both.

He may not do many gifts throughout your relationship and he's a neat freak, but he loves holidays/birthdays/anniversaries so he has the chance to go all out!

U - Ugly = (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He still has a bad case of the sticky fingers. Although it's always with the intention of financial support it is upsetting at times that after a date you notice a mysterious collection of gold jewelry in his pants pocket.

V - Vanity = (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not very big on dressing up. He's very casual and dresses comfortably around you. The most he'll worry about is styling his hair. You seemed to like him for the way he is so he doesn't need to change!

W - Whole = (would they feel incomplete without you?)

100%

Ruggie loves being around you as a friend and as a lover. He understands that you ocassionally need your space. But... If you ever choose to go on a long trip without him or back to your world, be ready for him to sneak into your bag and go home with you.

X - Xtra = (a random headcanon for them)

Ruggie Bucchi is a cleaning machine.

A neat freak.

You will never see a speck of dust ever again the moment you and Ruggie start living together. He is extremely particular about keeping things in order and he'll cheer you on to follow his lead. However he doesn't mind if you're as neat as he is, he will be the designated home cleaner.

Y - Yuck = (what are some things they wouldnt like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like the idea of not being physical with someone. So he doesn't do long-distance relationships. That's why if you choose to leave Twisted Wonderland in favor of your world... He would be devastated.

Having to choose between you or his Grammy? Sorry, she comes first.

Z - Zzz = (whats a sleep habit(s) of theirs?)

Ruggie is known to be a big spoon, even if he's the shorter one!! He grew up sleeping in a tiny bed so he curled up to save space and it carried on into his adulthood. But now he's become big on cuddling. He claims it's to save space when sharing a bed!

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[ronmanmob]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ, & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ* & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊

Note from original creator of meme, and key *this is for lgbtqia+ muses if your muse is cishet this isn’t the dash game for you it was created by a queer mun for queer muses bold: always, italic: situational, strikethrough: never

And now, onto the revelry

Ron Kray

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual* / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

*Ronnie can, does, has and will fall for/desire ladies. Before this experience however he would, if asked, identify as gay.

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually*

*Prior to getting poorly. Post poorliness casual things are hard work -- not because his feelings/morality changed at all; its the paranoia his schizophrenia causes. Letting new people close enough to date without much preamble/trust building time is nigh on impossible for him.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure* / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant

*Remember though, this man is predisposed to the occasional paranoid earthquake which can bring out intense distrust/insecurities/suspicion without any logical cause.

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom* / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant** / switch*** / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

*For one man and one man only. **Not in the capital D Dom sense. ***Again, with that one fella.

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch* / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical

*Ron is, no matter the verse, some degree of touch averse. His allowing someone to touch him/freely touching another is a bigger sign of affection, trust and desire than it might be from someone with a less specifically tricky brain.

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner's hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling* / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact** / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together*** / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

*Only with specific consent - he struggles being tickled himself (it can sometimes translate as an attack if done suddenly/if it catches his brain wrong) so he wouldn't subject a partner to it unless they were happy to be fussed with in that specific manner.

**Eyes are difficult for Ron for reasons bound up in delusions and the hallucinations that can accompany them. Very Rarely will he try and look into a partner's eyes, and when he does - like with touch - the gesture holds more weight than it might for a neurotypical person.

***Again, a major sign of trust in Ron's book; again because of the crippling paranoia he can suffer with and, incidentally, his disinclination - especially around men - for presenting himself in a vulnerable state. If he's settling in for a snooze by/with a gentleman companion, that person is so on the in with him they're practically a Kray already.

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned* / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration** / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / worshiping their partner / being worshiped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dynamics

*For reasons - prior experience in a straitjacket - restraint is HARD on Ron. Pinning his hands down would require prior discussion and a multitude of trust.

**Again, there's that one guy. Just that one. And even he'd have to fucking work for it.