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yunhobug · 1 year

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Seonghwa NSFW Alphabet

Seonghwa x Gn!reader

w: Hwa’s a simp, he literally worships you and the ground you walk on

Requested? no ma’am!

a/n: Seonghwa is my ult of all ults so i’ve definitely thought about this more than i probably should’ve

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

so sweet and caring, Seonghwa is incredibly observant from start to finish and is constantly checking in with you

he will do everything you want and more, takes a warm shower with you, helps you with skincare, makes sure you have cozy pajamas

nothing is ever missed on Hwa’s watch

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

obsessed with your eyes, he likes to watch your expressions anytime he goes down on you or while fucking into you

loves the way they squint shut or how your eyebrows furrow

on himself, he loves his tongue, we all knew this was gonna show up sooner or later

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

Seonghwa is Ateez’s resident cum eater, sorry I said what I said , no take backs

whether it’s yours or his own it’s going to get messy

also loves to cum in you (we’ll come back to this later tho)

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

He’s been really wanting to explore more into role play, loves the idea of playing a character and would love to do that with you

specifically would like to play the role of a teacher

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

Honestly I don’t think most idols are too experienced especially earlier in their career but that doesn’t mean he isn’t hopeless lmao

Seonghwa has had at least one long term partner and has had enough sex to know what he’s doing

There’s a learning process with hwa though, and it’s one of his favorite parts of your relationship, he loves doing new things together and exploring sex as a couple

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

loves a good ole missionary moment

as i said earlier he is obsessed with the face you make in reaction to him, so he likes positions where he can see your face

he’s also a big fan of you riding him

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

Not at all, in his head being goofy kinda ruins the moment for him

he’s slightly obsessed with making the moment perfect and gets upset when he can’t do that

just make sure to assure him with his efforts

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

Prefers to go bare or freshly shaven, he thinks it’s the cleanest and definitely prefers to shave for you

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

HES SUCH A ROMANTIC OML

it’s almost sappy with how much effort he puts in

you love it so much though

i’m talking champagne, rose petals, slow music, a fancy dinner before hand

he’s going to make you feel so loved

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not super often maybe once or twice a week?

he likes to give himself the challenge of waiting till you can help him

if he can’t though, I could see hwa calling you to help get him off, which is a convenient Segway into the next letter

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

loves sexting and phone sex, it truly feels like his own personal dirty secret

being able to text you, telling you how he wants you to take his cock all the while the members are sitting innocently next to him

also loves to take pictures and video of the two of you, he has a locked folder in his camera roll full of photos of you together, likes to go through them when he’s needy while on tour

I think we all know about the Hwa breeding kink agenda, loves the idea of filling you with his kids, even if you can’t get pregnant, he’s obsessed with the image of it, the possessiveness nature to his thoughts rule over him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom is always the number one place for him

but he also has major love for shower sex, not only does he love being so close to you but he also likes the easy clean up

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

literally just you, you could innocently kiss him and he could pop a boner

hwa just loves you and loves the effect you have on him

he loves how attractor find him

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

Like San, he isn’t much into pain play, definitely isn’t opposed to spanking you, especially if he’s playing a more domineering role but he isn’t going to go to far with it

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

LOVES GIVING

going back to letter C he loves the taste of you, no matter what you may say

he’s literally obsessed with going down on you, he craves for it, he wants you at all times

sometimes it shocks you how much he enjoys giving

cant say he doesn’t love when you give him head though

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

Def a slow and sensual guy, loves taking his time with you and is going to make sure you cum a couple times before he does

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

like i said just before, he loves to take his time winding you up with his fingers and tongue

how is he going to do just that when you guys only have 15 minutes

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

He loves to explore with you, being able to experience things together is one of his favorite things to do

that being said he’s not the biggest fan of being caught, he knows the members would never let him hear the end of it

he also hates anyone seeing you in that type of position

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

He knows he can only cum once in a round so he takes his time to pull a few out of you before hand

So one round, maybe two if you take enough time between them

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

Loves using toys together, is obsessed with watching how much a vibrator can affect your body

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he teases a little bit but Seonghwa will give you anything you want if you ask for it

you have to ask for it though, a big fan of asking you to use your words

“use your words precious, tell me how you want me.”

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

definitely moans, they’re so pretty too

especially when you give him head

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

loves when you act innocent for him, if you’re truly inexperienced he loves the idea of being your first and showing you the world of pleasure

on the other hand, even if you aren’t inexperienced, he would love if you played it up for him, goes into his role playing fantasy

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

He’s definitely one of the bigger members of ateez

Probably like 6 1/2” maybe 7”

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

He would prefer to have sex 4 times a week if he can

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quick at all, he’s going to make sure you’re cared for before he even thinks of shutting his eyes

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sweetarethediscords · 4 months

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You're the meaning in my life, you're the inspiration...

The Maiden of the Barren of the Rime wouldn't exist if it weren't for Critical Role, Liam O'brien, and most importantly Caleb Widogast.

I'm sure every Critter out there has asked themself the question: 'What character would I play if I ever got to play at the table?' My answer was Mina.

Mina, originally, was a ranger/bard eladrin cursed to stay forever in the winter season. Specifically made with Campaign 2 in mind, I wanted to design a PC that would create a good juxtaposition to those already at the table. A literal iceblock that the Mighty Nein could chip away at as they often did with too-serious NPCs, and someone who could be mirror to Caleb, my favorite PC from Campaign 2.

As Campaign 2 steered it paths towards Aeor and the Eyes of Nine however, Mina didn't fit in the campaign any more (as most fandom OCs will do as canon goes along) but I couldn't abandon her. Couldn't throw her into my constantly growing pile of character sheets.

And she wouldn't let me forget her. In fact, her and her eventual counterpart, Sebastian, are some of the first characters of mine in recent memory to invade my dreams.

There was something in her I had to explore. Her rage echoed my rage. Her want to overcome her trauma, but fear that she would always be chained by it, mirrored my own healing journey.

Other characteristics of myself and themes I wanted to explore became the other characters. Sebastian became the other side of Mina's coin, someone who met inconveniences with relentless optimism instead of rage. A self-sacrificing people-pleaser against a self-preserving misanthrope, whose flaws both came from coping with past hardships.

A dirty little fire wizard sparked a rich story exploring the societal expectations of womanhood, the nature of generational trauma, and the complex journey of learning how to love one's self through others (among many other themes)...

...and a incredible talented singer/songwriter from Ireland helped hone them.

When I first started writing The Maiden of the Barren Rime in 2021, Hozier's music played an important, but minimal roll in providing emotional clarity for the characters. "Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" helped to color the more ethereal and deadly nature of Mina, the fae part of her that lures people in, while "Nina Cried Power" grounded her fury, and helped to shape the larger world of Mina's story that will be revealed in later books.

As the core of the novel was written and finished in January 2023, the editing and refining process became my next great beast to slay. A huge slab of marble that with my fantastic editor and outside readers I was able to carve away at, but Hozier's Unreal Unearth steadied my hands.

It was already a wild enough coincidence that 'Blood Upon the Snow', a song meant to capture the brutality of winter in God of War: Ragnorak, released during writing MBR; eerily capturing exactly how I pictured Mina's upbringing. Hearing Unreal Unearth, a beautiful album about heartbreak, healing, death, and grief among other things, while I was writing an novel about heartbreak, healing, death, and grief among other things was surreal. And wonderful.

It helped to inspire the words I was missing, helped me carve out more cutting prose to capture the depth of my characters' emotions, and most importantly gave me the reassurance that the themes and emotions I was exploring were not singular, but shared. In different shades and presentations, but all coming from a same source of universal human truth.

I can not thank these two enough for the inspiration they've given me, and I can not thank you enough if you've read this much of my ramblings (and suffered my cheesy use of a Chicago lyric.)

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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year

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Do you ever think about the similarities between Dean and Lucifer? Like, they're both obsessed with Sam. They both feel irrationally possessive over him. They both see him more as a thing they own than his own person.

I'm just... I think about it a lot.

Yes yes yes. Dean & Lucifer scrapping over Sam like he’s a piece of meat, my beloved. And I mean, is there even a better option for him between the two? Not that he’s really going to get a choice <3 but on the one hand, Dean needs to keep him docile and isolated from everyone forever just in case they give Sam too many ideas about finding another life. And on the other, Lucifer really really wants to keep Sam in a little birdcage to admire and occasionally take him out to squeeze him until he sings or to let him hop around with Jack until Lucifer is done letting them have time together.

And obviously they hate each other for everything the other has that they don’t. Dean irrationally being jealous of the hundreds of years more Sam has spent with Lucifer than him. Lucifer being jealous that Sam always picks Dean over him when he’s choosing who to run back to.

Can I get dark for a moment? Real quick, I promise. Cw in these next two paragraphs for noncon: but oh my god, Sam finally breaking down to Dean about what happened in the Cage and Dean nodding along, offering sympathies, while what’s whirring in his head is how dare the devil get a hand on Sam before Dean even got a taste. And this constantly buzzing in his head, turning to obsession, thinking all the time about Lucifer touching Sam, making Sam his, (did Sam want it? No. But it happened. And maybe when Sam’s confessing to the whole awful thing, he’s apologizing to Dean, too, because at some point he broke and begged Lucifer for it. And to Sam, he’s apologizing for weakness, but to Dean, it sounds an awful lot like apologizing for wanting it <3) and what I’m saying is eventually Dean has had enough, can’t stand it, and maybe the tipping point is one of their fights, one of those times Sam tries to put distance between them and get away and Dean can’t let him, so. You know. He get his teeth into the same wounds Lucifer made until he’s the one Sam is begging for mercy from.

And then when Lucifer comes back and sees that someone has been messing with his toy while Sam was topside… 😩 Sam getting yanked back and forth as they fight over something he doesn’t even want to give. Dean takes what’s Lucifer’s, and when Lucifer finds out, he dirties up what’s Dean’s, and when Dean sees that, he corners Sam to fix it, and on and on and on. Awful times all around. Love when Sam suffers, it is so fun for me.

Ahem. So. You know. Normal thoughts about the three of them. Sorry if that’s not what you came here hoping for 😅

(Genuinely my favorite thing about this fandom is being able to hold a dozen different interpretations of each character in my head and be able to find supporting evidence for any of them. Dean cares about Sam and regrets whenever he violates his autonomy AND Dean will do anything in his power to keep Sam close, not letting him die or find a life outside of Dean. Lucifer is incredibly respectful (for an angel) of Sam’s consent and waits for Sam to come to him AND Lucifer does need to own Sam body and soul and doesn’t care that much about how he gets it, only that he does and Sam submits it him eventually. I love this, it’s brilliant. Say what you will about spn’s inconsistent writing, but it leaves so much room to play around <3)

#tw noncon #spn #ask #lucifer spn #sam winchester #samifer #dean winchester #play with me in this space #wincest #tw incest

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blorbologist · 5 months

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❤ give me ur hottest fanon personality takes

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❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Good fucking GOD does fanon do Keyleth so dirty!

She isn't my favorite member of VM, and my least favorite of Marisha's PCs, but it's not for any fault of her own. This is a very inexperienced character whose arc is about gaining that confidence and growing into it! Her heart is incredible and imo she is probably second to Percy as a creative-ideas-person which is really underrated (when Travis is not stepping in Grog's place; Vex has very practical ideas usually which are their own thing). She's enthusiastic and silly and a huge awkward mess, and often giggling in the background or repeating what's happened out of delight. But she's also got a stubborn streak to her, and develops a lot of anger she can't quite handle, and sometimes her naïve impulsiveness can cause more harm than the good she intends. And just how all that inexperience and heart-first living makes her early romance with Vax a fucking mess! And then it's a sweet little fluff-fest, with some pretty soft demi and bi rep too, until it becomes deliciously tragic and brings out the best and worst in them both and literally becomes a key plot point. Seeing how she's matured in C3 - and how some of that same girl still lives in her - awkwardness and all - is such a treat! Now she's the noble ruler we all hoped she'd be... with a long future still ahead of her and all the joys and hurts that implies.

See all I crossed out? That doesn't exist in fanon Keyleth. At all. Bye! Congratulations, you get a girl-next-door redhead walking Taylor Swift song with just as much depth. Cursory bit of spice or sad included, because She's Just Like Me You Guys! Totally unrelated that she's (one of) the canon love interest of this broody, hot, emotional guy (or his sister, if you want Vex to step on you and decide she wouldn't go batty with Keyleth).

As soon as fanon gets its hands on Keyleth, she becomes a reader stand-in with flaws filed off. Guys Marisha confirmed she was this close to multiclassing Barbarian for a reason. Perfectly sweet boring people do not multiclass into Barbarian!

Ask me about my unpopular opinions!

#ask game #sorry this wasn't a C3 bud but! hey! kinda related! :D at this point I've learned to avoid the worst C3 takes #but bad C1 ones keep fuckin sneaking over and making me seethe

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cursedvibes · 8 months

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Do you have a favorite media like anime/manga, tv series/movies, books, video games, etc (if you feel like listing multiple) of all time? Why you love them?

Well, it's pretty tough to pick a fave of all time. (I ended up with 6.5 picks in this case) It varies a lot in my case and it's pretty hard for me to pin down something that I not only like, but liked for a while and will probably keep liking for the foreseeable future. My first thoughts were Naruto or JJK, but in case of Naruto, it is the series I have been a fan of for the longest time, but I wouldn't say I like the story overall much anymore, I'm mostly just obsessed with the Sannin. In case of JJK, I absolutely enjoy writing theories about it and fanfics and to pick apart character dynamics, but I'm not sure how long it will stay with me once it's over.

Thinking about it, I think I'd put it tentatively on the Fave Of All Time list because I could see myself keep coming back to JJK for Kenjaku, Yuuji and Tengen same way I do with the Sannin in Naruto, but I like the story overall more.

A way easier pick for me is Warhammer 40k, primarily the novels and audio dramas. It's just such a rich universe with so many stories you can explore there and authors keep putting out incredible material. There's always something new to find, no matter if comedy or thriller or horror or a mix of all of that and a lot of what I've read will keep haunting me for a long time. I can read hundreds of stories (theoretically, practically there unfortunately exist that many) about the Adeptus Mechanicus and never get tired because that faction just perfectly scratches that horrific sci-fi genderfuck itch in my brain. Definitely a Fave Of All Time.

I think another one would be the American Horror Story franchise. I haven't kept up with it past 1984 and I don't like every single season, but the ones I really like always have something I want to keep coming back to. Not a masterpiece, but a good mix of pulp, horror and interesting concepts that I just can't let go. Pretty much every season, except Freak Show I think, I watched in one day because it always managed to hook me somehow. The opening also used to really freak me out in the beginning, when I started getting into the first season. My favourite seasons are Coven and Apocalypse and they are just something I could watch at any time. I mean, Coven is worth watching for Angela Bassett alone, everything surrounding her only makes it even better. Apocalypse is a controversial pick and I don't like the ending either, but honestly, the way they characterize the Antichrist makes up for it. Reminds me a lot of The Omen II, but more developed. I like the thought that the Antichrist is just a boy with special powers, but who isn't inherently evil, the outside world eventually just pushes him to be. And I think for the most part they did a good job with it. Not all seasons hit for me, but this is definitely something I keep coming back to.

My other picks would all be manga. First one being Urasawa Naoki's Monster. In this case, the anime works just as well because I think some scenes even work better there than in the manga. Johan is one of the few animanga villains that actually gives me chills and the fairy tales in it haunt me to this day. I've actually travelled in the past and visited all the places depicted in the story, just to see how it looks in real life (pretty close to the manga although some places are made up). So far my favourite Urasawa story and I keep rewatching some scenes like JohAnna sending the boy into the red light district quite often because even on their own they are just that good.

Next one is Dorohedoro. I like Hayashida Q's whole style in general. It's messy, gorey, dirty and punk and Dorohedoro shows it best. The mix of silly antics, gore and actual horror is so good and she manages to balance it throughout the story really well. It's one of the few stories where I pretty much like every character. The worldbuilding is fantastic and while it starts out pretty whimsical, the high point of it had me on the edge of my seat. I'm really excited for the new anime season coming out and I'm curious if they will change up their style in any way. I like the style of the anime on its own for the most part, especially the backgrounds look really good, but I think if you don't use hand-drawn frames, it will be very difficult to adapt Hayashida's style and give you that same grunge feeling. There's an extra for the first season that's not made 3D and it looks so much better. The music has always been on point though and the opening and endings as well, so those will be definitely the highlights I'm looking for. Also, great to have more people experience the insanity of Dorohedoro because we're getting to the point now where the story really picks up.

Lastly, there are Houseki no Kuni and Fool Night. Both something I only recently started reading, but they both qualify as those types of stories that just keep blowing your mind. I mean, Phos' character development alone could make me rant for hours. I'm gonna reread hnk at some point from the beginning because I'm pretty sure there are a lot of little hints I missed on my first read and I'm already looking forward to that. The fact that I can reread this story multiple times and take something new out of it each time already makes it qualify for the list. Together with the artstyle it has something ethereal to it and that feeling while reading is another reason I like it so much.

Fool Night is quite similar, except a lot more depressing. Despite that, it isn't a constant downer though. You keep being confronted with problems and injustices quite similar to our world and it only gets worse the deeper you dig, but the characters nonetheless keep up an attitude that change however miniscule is possible and that makes you push on. The artstyle also works perfectly to enhance the atmosphere of the story. The lines can be quite shaky, but with a lot of detail and that makes the whole world in Fool Night feel uneven and distressed, but also incredible tactile and natural like the plants growing everywhere. It just started and there aren't that many chapters in English yet, but it's quite rare that I encounter a story where every single chapter manages to move me, even if it's just by revealing a little bit more about the world building. Honestly, can't recommend it enough.

#asks #wh40k #ahs #naoki urusawa's monster #dorohedoro #houseki no kuni #fool night

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cinnamon-bunni · 9 months

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hm... 4, 7, 11, 12, 17, 21, 22, 24! happy new year, bunni!

4. Total number of words you wrote this year That's hard to find tbh....I didn't end up posting a lot of fics, so i dont only have to just check my statistics on ao3, but all of my possible fics ive written this year in my wip docs as well. the total i got was 58,171 words (~35k of it being WIPs and not posted)! so definitely not as much as i wrote last year which was (i think over 100k), and also not including all of my notes ive written. i did not do a lot of writing this year, so hopefully next year i'll wrap up all of my big fics and post them all <3

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year Again, i did not write a lot this year, much less finish them lmao. if you were to ask about uncompleted fics, we would have a different story--but alas, the longest completed one was Once More, With Needles, sitting at 4,414 words!

11. fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year hm....obey me, I suppose. its hard to say really, but enjoyment from writing specifically, i'd have to give it to obey me. what can i say, the cast is just really fun to write (even when levi is impossible to write, like what the hell man i have rewritten your part in my undead fic like 3 separate times and am continuing fixing it, like what the hell man i trusted you and then you dont behave for me). like this year specifically i realized how much i love each and every character--those like lucifer reminded me as to why i love the game and the characters, and people like mephisto and raphael randomly won a spot in my heart. theyre all just so so fun to write <333

12. favorite character to write about this year lucifer!!! even though i only have like, one fic that features him thats out and finished lmao; hes such an interesting and complex character, yet is one whose mind i can easily slip into when i need to write when its his pov. idk, sometimes i find myself struggling to write characters like levi or even asmo sometimes--mainly from my own failures to pay attention to their canon interpretations and making them not out-of-character--but lucifer is surprisingly one i can always rely on to be easy and fun to write!! he is angst galore and so emotionally constipated, hes great <3

17. fics you’ll continue next year Heart Melts for sure!! i originally wanted ch3 to be out before the new year, but ive been drafting and redrafting all of my future chapters (i am trying my best to make it a psychological horror in order to match the tag that i put on the fic, but idk if its going to live up to the hype that people have for this fic ^^;;) so i sadly didnt get time to finish it. maybe by the end of January ill have it out--heres to hoping its done by then! and maybe i might continue Dirty? I didn't even update it this year lol--its def one i dont wanna leave discontinued, as i have all of the chapters planned out, but i just have many other projects that i wanna focus on and also i really wanna rewrite it, so ive been debating doing that first or just to finish then rewrite it. in a perfect world, i'll update that one too lol

21. most memorable comment/review I have two that come to mind!!! in all honesty all comments make me sooo happy, but these ones specifically is just,,,idk man, they just hit a certain way that itches that scratch in my brain that needs validation lmao i love rereading these all the time <3 theres these comments for Messy Makeup:

(make me go insane from them saying i wrote multiple fics that were their favorites <33) and of course there's this banger of a comment from @/snugglebunnies!!! idk if youre reading this but thank you thank you thank you for inspiring me so much with your fics!!! i love them so much, and this comment was just incredible! from the fic Heart Melts:

(love when people leave quotes, no matter how long or short!!!! such deep analysis is what i live for!!!!) and of course, sending out so much love to everyone who leaves a comment on any of my fics, no matter how big or small they are <333

22. events you participated in this year i didnt participate in any events this year! i tend not to do events tbh, theyre not really my style, as i dont do well with due dates unless i have months in advance lol;; usually i might do one, maybe two, events a year, but those are usually simple gift exchanges or something. nothing caught my eye this year, and ones that did i just didnt have the time to do, sadly. but! i do plan on doing the sonic big bang next year, which will be my first ever "bigger" event ive been in! exciting, but also really nervewracking as ive never posted sonic content and idk how well i'll do staying on schedule. but its still something i really wanna do (have a great fic planned for it!) so i still wanna give it a shot and do my best on it lol

24. favorite fic you read this year from this year is really hard to say--i think all of my favorite fics were found last year lmao so its a struggle to think of one. @heleentje's BOTW fic Moonlight has been a fantastic read (even though i havent finished it yet;;; i promise will soon!!) and just hits all of the right notes for me!! The batman fic Performance Piece is also definitely up there for me, as it captures so well what i want in my own writing when it comes to writing characters, especially when it comes to inner-dialogue (i might just go back and reread that one again lmao)

as of posting, i have about twenty minutes left before the new year. so happy early 2024!! 🥳🎉💝

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murderbirds · 1 year

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Here is my reason for shipping each of them:

Mario Falcone X Vicki Vale

Both Mario and Vicki were done incredibly dirty in season 3 of Gotham since they were just used for the awful drama that is Lee and Jim's love life. They are also girlboss X malewife which is one of my favorite ship dynamics. There are a couple of ways I can see them happening, one is where Mario doesn't die after he gets infected, and breaks up with Lee after realizing that she is still in love with Jim. I can see Vicki thinking that he is secretly a part of the mafia like his dad, only to realize he is a genuinely nice guy who wants nothing to do with the criminal lide for that sweet sweet enemies to lovers. Another way is if someone (court of owls or league of shadows) were to bring Mario back to life so he take over his father's empire since Sofia is too volatile and untrustworthy. Through her investigations, Vicki learns about this and saves him before they can mindwash him. I can also see Sofia mocking Mario for being weak only for Vicki to tell her off. That would be great.

Victor Zsasz X Lucius Fox

So, for starters, these two are opposites. Zsasz is a very carefree guy who really doesn't seem to care about much at all while Lucius is someone who cares too much, a true anxious mess. I honestly think that they could be very good for each other, with Victor helping him relax while Lucius shows Victor that somethings are worth fighting for, not for money, but because it is the right thing to do. I also love the image of Zsasz showing up all bloodied and injured in Lucius' home to then smile at him and pass out on the floor. Lucius taking care of Zsasz and Zsasz protecting Lucius from other criminals despite him being a "good guy" is ched's kiss. I actually headcamon that they were dating up until season 4 without anyone in the GCPD noticing (Oswald totally knew it though and was happy for his assassin,) up until when Zsasz betrayed Penguin. I think that Victor starting to work for Sofia would be what broke them up, because as bad as Penguin is, he at least has morals. Sofia was hunting cops down. That is too much for Lucius. They break up, but hey, who knows. Maybe now that Zsasz isn't really working for anyone they could get back together :)

Sofia Falcone X Harvey Dent

This relationship is defined by "I can make him worse." Two Face was done so dirty in Gotham and it is such a shame because he was a great character in seasons one and two. I kind of have this headcanon that he only goes for bad girls without realizing that they are bad and Sofia is the epitome of this. She is the baddest bitch of them all and Harvey, while he loves her, he is a fair and just man, albeit one who has a hard time making decisions. After being rejected by Jim, Sofia decides to go for the next hot good guy in the room, that being Dent. Dent falls in love with her almost immediately, much for Jim's horror who tries to break them up without telling Harvey the truth about his crimes and Sofia's. It doesn't work. Harvey realizes who Sofia is too late. He tries to get away, but drunk in power and her own ego, Sofia refuses to let him go and burns half of his face in acid, so that no one will ever love him again. If she can't have him, no one can. That is how Two Face is born. After that, Dent essentially becomes a vigilante, one who hunt those who had any connection with the Falcones and those who stand in his way. This one is a classic lovers to enemies that likely ends with both parties killing each other like a reverse romeo and juliet. They are so obsessed with each other and their hatred that while either of them could technically try to move on, neither is truly able to.

Gertrude Kappelput X Fish Mooney

At first, I started shipping this because I liked the idea of Oswald having two moms (which he kinda does) and them being married, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Fish Mooney is a strong woman, a member of the mafia who was taught from a young age that kindness gets you killed. She loves no one besides herself and her mother, and even then it might be too much as few people know her mother is still alive. Gertrude is the opposite. This woman finds herself in the harshest, most cruel environment possible, and she still values kindness and love above all else, no matter how bad things may get. She adores her son, and she refuses to hide her love, which can cause her to be blinded by it. They just fit in so well together with Gertrude being Fish's heart and Fish being Gertrude's protector of sorts, bonus points that Gertrude is a single mother, someyhing very familiar to Fish. I can see Gertrude starting to work in Mooney's while Oswald is a child and their relationship blossoming from there. Fish and Oswald don't always see eye to eye, but she does genuinely love, even if he doesn't realize it. Fish wouldn't have been the one to order Oswald's execution here, but I can see Falcone ordering Fish to break his leg to show her loyalty. She does it out of fear he might do something worse for all three of them, but Oswald never forgives her for it. Their story is an absolute tragedy that ends with Penguin losing not one, but both of his mothers while being too late to tell them how much he loved them.

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc #shipping #two face #polls

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solain-rhyo · 2 years

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10 characters 10 fandoms 10 tags

(Stolen from @hiboudeluxe)

(Also these aren't in any real order)

Higgs (Death Stranding)

My favorite Troy Baker performance (and his best, imo). Higgs is fickle and dramatic and insane and makes for one of the most compelling videogame villains I've encountered. His banter with Sam is top tier trolling all of the time, and when his composure slips it gets really interesting.

Goro Takemura (Cyberpunk 2077)

I loved Takemura more than I loved Keanu Reeves' Johnny. He had such a presence and the enemies to friends arc between he and V remains one of my favorites. It is a goddamn shame he was not romanceable and if CDPR were ever to release DLC to that end I'd throw almost any amount of money at it.

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

The catalyst for my monsterfucker awakening and my love of the Predator/AvP universes. So much un(?)intentional subtext between him and Lex, so much fuel for the fire. Wolf is deadlier, the Fugitive is sassier, Feral is... feral, but Scar is just... perfect.

Dana Scully (The X-Files)

Scully is still all these years later my favorite female character in any fandom. Her loyalty to Muider was undying, she was fiercely intelligent, and her influence on Mulder was a thing of beauty. Even when suffering from shitty writing post-seventh season she remained the highlight of the show for me.

Solas (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age: Dreadwolf)

Did not anticipate just how much I'd be swept up by the bald elf apostate, particularly as he wasn't at all my type. One completed romance later revealed a shit ton of angst and a massive betrayal. I cannot fucking wait to see him as the villain in the next game and I think I'm in the minority wishing for an unhappy, tumultuous, tragic ending between him and Lavellan.

Aegis (Steelrising)

Aegis displayed a surprising amount of character development considering this was not a AAA title and that it was relatively short. Her design was gorgeous, her movements fluid in that strange mechanical way, and I loved the growing emotion within her as the game progressed.

Aerith (Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake, and everything inbetween)

I've loved her since '97 when she shattered my heart and she was incredible in the remake. The dream scene she shares with Cloud breaks my heart all over again - their dynamic in the remake is easily in my top five (which is saying something considering I used to ship her with Sephiroth).

Ultra Magnus (Transformers: Prime)

What's not to love? Stern ancient warrior softens over time while kicking ass (and getting ass kicked).

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Arthur is perhaps the most realistic version of a person depicted in a video game. He is a beautiful, tragic soul, and his transformation throughout the game is a gut-wrenching but incredible ride.

Thane Krios (Mass Effect 2 and 3)

Incredibly difficult to choose between Thane and Garrus, but I did it. Thane is an 11/10 alien boyfriend (even though they did him dirty in 3). The farewell letter he writes to Shepard is so painfully beautiful that it gets me sobbing every. single. time. (Also that silky-rough voice...!)

Feel free to do this for yourself and tag me if you do! I'm curious to see. :)

#10 characters 10 fandoms #Narrowing them down was hard #There are SO many!

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I love and follow the hc that milagro becomes a green lantern , but she kinda sounds like a stereotype in a way? you're kind of feeding into the stereotype that Latinas are "feisty and have lots of attitude" and they have a "hold my earrings im about to fight this person" mindset.

you've created a beautiful amount of ocs and background for already canon characters. you've obviously put in a lot of time to make sure your characters are diverse and respectful to the people who might have shared experiences/characteristics of that character ( Avery Sharma and Alysia Yeoh are beautiful examples of this)

I could very much be wrong, considering there is so much content on this blog, but again, milagro reads like the very stereotypical version of a Latina that other tv shows and media portray.

I appreciate the feedback and I’ll definitely try to be more mindful of that.

Please don’t take what I say next as me being defensive or ignoring you, I do genuinely hear you. I just want to present my case.

In the quick answer things, I can absolutely see how she comes off like that, and that is absolutely on me. Does she have an attitude? yes! Because most of the time I write her, she’s a teenage girl. Teenagers are feisty and honestly, look at Lian! When I get chances to really write the meat of her character, I promise you she’s not the fiesty latina. Can she be in a situation, sure. But my favorite drabble I’ve done was of her and Colin’s first date. Because that is where she is her most authentic self. I never ever want to portray anyone as a sterostype, but hell is a road paved with good intentions.

I have talked about Milagro being a beautiful contradiction. When people think of a badass female character, they think of tight pants, boots (combat or slight heel), leather jackets, and t-shirts. Not a teenage girl who loves pink and doing her make up and nails and fashion. She is Catholic and her faith is important to her. But I have also said she firmly believes that honoring tradition does not mean supporting ignorance.

Because yes she is Latina, and she’s so incredibly proud of her Mexican heritage (and I do a lot of background research as well before bringing up cultural topics). I know, as a white woman (which I am not using as an excuse, I know I live in privilege because of that fact), that I have a lot of biases. When I write something about her personality, I usually am thinking about in more context of “Who is she around, what’s the behavior of everyone else around her, etc.” race doesn’t come into it 90% of the time. And again, that was absolutely my blind spot.

The times she’s been “fiesty” are usually in situations she’s pushed too far or when people hurt her loved ones. She doesn’t throw a punch for no reason. I say she broke someone’s nose because they have repeatedly through the years called her friend a slur and no one has stopped them.

Milagro isn’t just fiesty with an attitude looking for a fight. She’s kind. She’s genuinely so funny. She’s incredibly smart and I think people look at girly girls, expecting the opposite. She gets her hands dirty and she loves so so deeply. Does she watch telenovelas? Sure, because they remind her of being little at her grandmothers house. She honors her heritage through the traditions she follows and the way she designs her clothes.

Thank you, and I really do mean that, for pointing out my blind spot in this. And I am genuinely so sorry that my writing was protraying her like this. I will do better in the future.

#milagro reyes

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silkiemae · 2 years

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Gleam by Raven Kennedy

My Rating: 5/5

THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS REVIEW. I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. I am genuinely shocked to say that I loved this book. Is it a perfect book? Not by any means but Auren holds a very special place in my heart and watching her journey in this book was great. This quickly became one of my favorite books because of her alone. I like Raven Kennedy's prose a lot, but sometimes it gets just a little bit too flowery, and there are still the occasional bizarre metaphors, but for the most part, I enjoy it a lot. This book is huge, but I finished it in a little under three days because it kept me so engaged. This book has so many things that I enjoy. Angry women who finally get their revenge. Abusive men who get their just desserts. Scary, intimidating dudes who are soft just for their lady loves. Badass powerful women. ~Drama~ I don't even really know how to write a review for this book to be honest. I've seen people complain that the last few books didn't really have much of a plot but I feel like this series is more character focused than plot-centric and I'm not really mad about it. I feel like it gained its footing here with a potential for a really cool political fantasy plot and while that could've been integrated into the first two books better I don't really think it harms the series as a whole. (I still think books 1&2 could have been combined, however.) Watching Auren finally come to realize just how much of a monster Midas is was so wild, honestly. I got genuinely angry reading their fights on Auren's behalf because it is so real. When you have dated someone or know someone who has dated someone abusive like that I think reading something like this could be incredibly cathartic. I've been wanting Midas to die since book one and when Auren finally snaps it is wonderful That kiss? Those five taps? *chef's kiss* I wanted more Malina in this story and it's a bummer to see her fumble her kingdom so badly tbh. I wanted her to win over Midas and it's a bummer she can't really do that now but whatever, Auren deserved to be the one to take him down. I loved Kaila, I think she is a fascinating character and her power is awesome. I can't wait to read more about her in the next book and honestly the idea of her as a villain is exciting but I also like her so much and don't want her to die lmao. Slade...oh, Slade. Listen, his dirty talk makes me very uncomfortable but I love him. It has been such a long time that I have genuinely liked a male love interest in a fantasy series and it is such a breath of fresh air to finally be able to say that I found a dark fantasy romance that I actually like. I always said that I will never like a villain romance where the dude is abusive to the girl he claims to love. I am super into the scary, intimidating dude who is also hot but only if he is soft for the one he loves. Slade is so soft for Auren. I love how he wants her to fight for herself and doesn't want to take her choices for her. I loved him in the last book, and I love him even more in this book, and I am ready to learn more about him and his brother Ryatt. This also proves to me that faeries can be written with those animalistic, "dominating" qualities and it can be done well! Like the fact that I don't hate Slade and actually really really like him is saying something. Anyway, 5/5, I loved this. I love Auren, I love her so much. Also, if her ribbons don't grow back...I'm coming for you, Raven Kennedy.

#gleam #raven kennedy #plated prisoner #book review

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Take Care of You

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, masturbation, voyeurism, teasing, edging, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), slight cum play, aftercare.

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A/N: the wonderful @pepascalhoe gifted me with the idea of edging a Pedro character and Frankie popped RIGHT into mind. I hope I have met your expectations my love, had waayyyyy too much fun writing this LOL

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Honestly, you’re having a great day. The best one you’ve had in weeks. You went to bed on time last night, woke up early and even made yourself a nice breakfast before heading out. Because all your clothes were done the night before, you got to wear your favorite, comfiest outfit, too. And to top it all off, you just got off work early. What could make this day any better?

You know Frankie won’t be home for a few hours, it’s only two o’clock and he usually gets home around four or five, so you’ll have the house to yourself for a little bit. Maybe you’ll watch a movie, or maybe even make a nice dinner to share with Frankie tonight. You’d gone shopping only last week, you should have enough ingredients to make something. You like spoiling him and surprising him with gifts and nice gestures, and you know coming home to a hot dinner and a beautiful girlfriend would make his day, too.

The life you’ve made with Frankie is so incredibly different than the one you had before him. It was as if pieces of your world continuously floated around, unsure of where they would go and what to do if they didn’t end up where you wanted them to. Motivation was short, along with your passion for previous hobbies and your connections with others. Life was dull, and you wondered where it would go. Francisco was a light that came into your world, brightening your surroundings and almost instantly lifting your mood. There wasn’t another place that felt like home more than the space between Frankie’s arms. He helped you find yourself, helped you remember why life was worth living. You’d never been more grateful for another person before. Frankie deserves everything good in this world.

As you continue to think about the love you have for the man you call your own, you narrow your brows when you see his truck in the driveway. Pulling up next to it, you glance to your side at the dark, red vehicle, and then to your phone. No messages or calls.

“He’s home?” you question, your brows narrowing further with confusion.

He hadn’t told you of any change in plans regarding his work schedule, not the day prior or during the day today. Usually, Frankie gets home about two hours after you, not before. The thought to text him first crosses your mind, but why would you? It’s your home, too; why don’t you just go in and find him?

When you walk in the door, you can see his coat hung up in the entryway. Frankie’s cowboy boots are also set off to the side, his wallet and keys in the bowl beside the door. Seeing his things only confuses you further. But when you hear the telltale signs of Frankie’s moans, your feet instinctively take you to your shared bedroom down the hall.

You make sure to be quiet, still unsure of what exactly it is that h e’s doing. For a moment, you wonder if he’s in there with someone else, but that thought comes as quick as it goes. Frankie would never do that to you. And your thoughts are proven right when you press on the door, cracking it open just a pinch. Apparently, he hadn’t shut it all the way, so you didn’t even need to turn the handle.

“Mm… mhm, mm – Jesus f – fuck,” Frankie grunts out, his hurried pants punching through the air.

When your eyes settle on the man resting on your bed, you finally see exactly what he’s up to. He’s laid out on his back in the center of the bed, his head comfortably supported by the bulk of pillows lining the top beneath the headboard. He’s in nothing but a dark blue t-shirt and black boxers, slightly pulled down in order to free himself easily. His one hand is wrapped around himself, thick and already standing at full attention. Usually, when Frankie was in such a position, oftentimes from you sucking him off, he’d start out with his hands bunched in the blankets, sometimes one in the comforter and the other in your hair. But Frankie’s so pent up he’s got his free hand yanked up and clutching the pillow beside his head.

Your lips part, eyebrows still furrowing slightly in confusion. Did he come home early to do… this?

You can see the muscles in his legs when they flex, his toes curling with the intensity of his orgasm. His fingers are wrapped tightly around his shaft, his tip red and bulging with the need for release. But just as you think he’s about to cum, he doesn’t. Instead, you hear a small, punched-out groan, and watch as he stops jerking himself off to wrap a firm fist around his base. Frankie’s hips involuntarily jerk up at the sensation, wanting to release but for some reason, preventing himself from doing so. His moans sound desperate, almost pained, as if he’s been doing this for a longer span than intended. Why won’t he let himself go?

Feeling a bit guilty for having watched him for so long, you take a step back, knocking on the door to make him aware of your presence.

“Fuck,” he jumps, his whole body jerking upward.

He flings himself into an upright position, both hands resting on either side of himself, palms down on the blankets beneath him. When he does so, you lightly push the door open a crack, just enough to let yourself in. You close it behind you, resting your back against it with your hands on top of one another before you speak.

“Hey, babe…” you whisper, glancing up at him.

There’s a warmness on your cheeks, as if you’d been lightly sunburnt. But Frankie, his face looks as if it was touched by the sun itself. His hair is a ragged mess, and his chest is panting faster than you’d seen in a while. When he sat up, he’d tugged his boxers over himself, doing little to hide his incredibly aching erection.

“Hey, um,” he huffs out, turning to look at his side. “What time is it?” he mutters to himself, grabbing his phone off his nightstand. “Oh, shit.”

“When did you get home?” you quietly question, still not approaching him. You’re still not exactly sure what he was doing, and don’t understand why he seems so embarrassed.

“Uh, a – around, around one.”

“Oh,” you reply, now becoming aggravated with your growing confusion.

“Um, how was, how was work?” Frankie stumbles out, clearly trying to distract you from the situation at hand.

“Frankie,” you giggle, finally leaning up off the wall. “Baby, what were you doing?”

He looks away from your gaze, staring down at his phone before dropping it back on the nightstand beside him. His breathing has calmed a bit but is still more hurried than normal. And while he’s starting to bring his heartrate back down, his erection still remains full.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He replies, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

“Frankie,” you repeat, now coming to sit in front of him on the bed. “Should I be worried?” the question comes out light, as if you’re joking. And you are, for the most part.

He swallows thickly at your words, flashing a half-hearted smile before staring back down at his hands.

“Baby,” you reach forward, cupping his face and gently guiding his back to yours. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just,” he huffs out a laugh. “I’m embarrassed.”

“What? Why?”

“I… heard of this thing. It’s called edging. It’s uh, it’s supposed to help guys… last longer… in bed.”

The redness on Frankie’s face must burn light hell because it only grows brighter the longer he talks. But as soon as he finishes his sentence, all the pieces click together.

“Baby, are you really worried about that?”

He only nods, again, his eyes returning to the bed.

“I know I don’t last super long, and… I’m sorry. I just,” he chuckles again, lightly shaking his head. “I can’t help myself with you.”

“Hm,” the hum is happy, giggly, almost. “Frankie, I don’t care how long you last. You always make it feel good.”

Beneath his brow, Frankie stares up at you. “You sure? You don’t have to lie, hermosa. I want to know.”

“I’m not lying, Frankie. You’ve always made me feel amazing, baby. Hell, you’ve made me cum more than all my past boyfriends combined.”

This seems to make Frankie feel better, the embarrassed redness on his face dulling to a bashful blush. And while silence ensues the surrounding space after your words, it’s not awkward. Nothing was ever awkward with Frankie.

He fiddles with his thumbs, sighing out a deep breath. You can tell he feels unsure of what to do, but you seem to already know.

“So, edging… huh?” you ask, a mischievous smirk curling on your lips.

The man’s face is a damn paint palette today with how many times his face shade changes. As soon as you say the words, wide eyes look up at you, the redness flushing out of his face.

“How’s it feel?” you continue, placing a hand on his knee and letting it slowly rise.

As if he wasn’t already hard enough, he throbs lightly when your hand reaches his thigh, your fingers petting lightly at the light amount of hair covering his skin.

He swallows again, his head beginning to nod. “Good.” He whispers, already entranced by your movements.

“I bet,” you whisper in return. “You look like you’re aching, baby.”

Frankie’s lips part when your hand skims lightly over his crotch, a small gasp slipping out, only to see you teasingly land on his other thigh.

“You wanna try edging, baby? It feels good?”

When you look up after saying the words, you can see that Frankie’s speechless. All he does is nod, his lips doing their best to form some sort of response but falling short.

“Okay,” you coo, leaning up to begin slowly leaning over him.

In all seriousness, Frankie’s so fucking worked up that he’s dying for any type of stimulation on his cock that isn’t coming from his own hand. Even though he was embarrassed at first, he’s incredibly relieved that he lost track of time so soon, making the hour between your schedules fly by until you came home. And he’s fucking thrilled you want to try edging him.

And in your own mind, you’re just as turned on as he is. Well, maybe not ‘edging myself for more than an hour’ turned on, but turned on, nonetheless. Seeing Frankie play with himself was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. You loved seeing him jerk himself off, his large, strong fist wrapped so tightly around the thickness of his length, seeing his forearm bulge and flex as he worked to get himself off. Jesus Christ, you were dying to feel each other, and you didn’t even know.

With one hand on his upper thigh, you place the other on his chest, gently urging him back down. He grumbles lightly as he complies, not in discontentment but in overwhelming arousal as he watches you take the lead. With nimble fingers, you find the waistline of his boxers, Frankie immediately lifting his hips off the bed so you can slide them down. The combination is his slight hip movements along with you pulling his clothing down force his cock to bob out of his cloth restraints, smacking against his lower stomach. You hum happily, both from the sight and from the noise Frankie exudes. He seems quite worked up already.

“So sensitive already, hm?” you coo, shuffling further between his thighs.

“Uh-huh,” Frankie whines, placing another pillow behind his head so he’s propped up enough to watch.

“Oh…” you moan, looking down at his incredibly needy parts.

His tip is almost purple, the telltale sign of Frankie edging for at least thirty minutes, if not an hour. His shaft is wet, too, but not from his spit. It’s noticeable that the shine is due to the ungodly amount of precum oozing from his tip. And whether it’s intentional or not, he throbs when you move your face to rest directly over his crotch.

Both of your hands rest on his thighs, using them for purchase so you can lean further down. Just before your mouth reaches his tip, you slide to the side, planting a wet kiss on the trail of hair barely peaking out below his shirt. You love this little line of hair, the one leading from his naval down. He sighs at the feeling of your warm kiss, groaning lightly when he feels your tongue flick out to lick up the path. You continue to kiss his skin, lightly licking and sucking as you make your way up. One hand rises to lift his shirt higher until Frankie becomes impatient and tugs it off altogether. You giggle at this, licking a path up his stomach and to his chest, lightly sucking red marks onto his skin as you go. When you reach his right nipple, you can audibly hear him gasp, watching intently as you flick your tongue over the peak.

“Baby,” he grunts out, voice lower than you’d heard it in weeks.

“Shh…” you coo, retreating back down the curves and dips of Frankie’s body.

Your tongue laves over his chest, the muscles beneath it that flex and tense. The wetness of your mouth also dances along his ribcage and stomach, the skin that has softened with age. He’s always been shy to show it, but you couldn’t love it any more. It was always your favorite area to bite.

When you finally make your way back down to his hips, you sit up, resting back on your heels. You smirk at Frankie’s deep rumble of oh god yes when you quickly lift your shirt off, tossing it to the ground. When you return to Frankie’s gorgeous body, he ruts his hips up against the plushness of your chest, hanging a mere inches away from where he needs you most.

He’s surprised to see you trail even lower, watching as you descend past his cock. You lick and nip along the inner flesh of his thighs, rubbing the sturdy muscle of them as you work. He continues to leak up above you, Frankie’s eyebrows folded up as he whines at your teasing act. The crease between his thigh and crotch find itself under the mercy of your tongue, the hot wetness of it trailing along the folds of his skin. He feels as if it’s been hours since you got home, hours since he last touched his cock, but it’s only been a few minutes. Maybe ten, at best. But he can feel your fingers and tongue and mouth all over his skin, all over his body in the places surrounding where he needs you most and fuck if he didn’t need you more than ever in this very moment.

“No, baby.” You protest, lifting your head to see one his hands trailing down to his crotch. You take it in your own, kissing it lightly and rising your eyes to keep his gaze as your tongue licks over his palm. “Let me do it for you. Let me rub your dick for you.”

“Oh…” he groans, the sound guttural and deep as he allows you to return his hand to the bedsheets.

Your chest sighs contentedly at this, at watching him relax under your touch. Such a compliant boy.

“Let me take care of you…” you hum, lustful eyes strolling over Frankie’s beautiful body.

He was clearly physically frustrated when you entered, and now that you’re seeing him grow even more impatient, you decide to give in. Frankie has his eyes closed when you finally decide to play with his cock, releasing a high-pitched and clearly surprised gasp when he feels your cool spit drip down onto him.

You’re leaning over him again, your lips pursed as you watch the clear liquid descend. And when the first dribble ends, you give another, watching it land on his cock and slide around his base, down his stomach and to his balls. You don’t care if it’s sloppy, and neither does he; you both like it that way.

“Baby, baby please.” He whimpers, the muscles in his arms and chest doing their best to refrain himself from his own sinful intentions.

“What, Frankie?” you ask, giving him innocent doe eyes as you finally grip him in hand.

The sensitivity Frankie displays is incredible, more so than you’ve ever seen before, at least within this amount of time. Hurried gasps and pants force themselves out of his throat when you grab him, gripping him firmly before you begin to languidly move your fist.

“Y – yeah, yes. Hm… fuck…” he closes his eyes, nodding intently in agreement to your new movements and silently begging you not to stop.

“Does that feel good? Hm?” you sigh, giving him slow, tight strokes.

You lift yourself, your hand not leaving Frankie’s thick cock as your other hand rests beside him on the bed. He watches you move with those deep brown eyes, his stare intense but they close as soon as your lips reach h is neck. The feeling of your breath on his skin, your hot mouth and tongue running across his throat and neck, it makes it incredibly hard for him to not cum right then and there.

“You like when I touch you here, Frankie?” you ask, licking a gentle stripe up the shell of his ear. “Tell me, baby.”

“Mhm, yes. Yes baby, I, I fucking love it.”

“Yeah?” you coo, your remark teasing in its entirely.

“Yeah.” He whines, the noise desperate and high as he nods once again.

“What about here?” you hum, lowering your hand to the plump, rounded flesh of his balls.

“Fuck, fuck.” He huffs out, clearly surprised.

You roll the tender skin in your hand, palming at them lightly and dancing your fingers over their curves.

“Mm…” you whine out loudly in his ear. “Baby, I love them, love having them in my mouth.”

“Oh my god, harder. Give me more, please.” Every time Frankie bucks his hips up against your hand, you lift it higher in response, forcing him to relax if he is to receive any kind of stimulation.

“I get so wet when I think about sucking you off.” you admit, entirely avoiding his desperate requests. “Get so wet thinking about your cock in my throat, thinking about playing with your balls. You like when I lick them, don’t you? You like when I suck them inside and jerk you off?”

“Yes, baby. Sabes que lo hago.” He forces out, feeling powerless beneath you. (You know I do)

“Oh, baby. And when you cum? Oh, I love it when you cum in my mouth, want all of it in my mouth.”

You switch back and forth from gently rubbing his balls to slowly jerking him off, your palm swirling around his head and feeling him pulse from the overstimulation of it all. Frankie’s body begins to tremble below you, his thighs shaking as arms tensing from the overpowering waves you’re forcing through his veins.

“You’re so big, baby, so big it fucking hurts.” You gasp out, becoming nearly as worked up as he is. “You’re so fucking thick, fuck.”

Frankie can’t help himself; he needs something more. His hand comes up, tangling into your hair and guiding your lips away from his neck and over to his mouth. Immediately, his tongue dives in, the two of you massaging your mouths against the other’s. Your hand continues its deviant ministrations along Frankie’s cock, your tugs becoming harder and quicker. He moans wantonly into your mouth, hips shivering as he begins reaching his high. You do your best to time it, to catch him right before he falls off that cliff.

“Uh, fuck!” he grunts out, throwing his head back into the pillows.

You smirk, your hand having stopped its motions and falling to his base. You squeeze him harshly, staving off his orgasm just as he did when you spied on him before coming in. His body rolls along the bed, his back arching up and then back down as he tries to calm himself down.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You coo, placing a kiss atop Frankie’s sweaty forehead.

The tip of his cock is covered in precum, the slippery goodness of it pouring down his cock, over your fist and down to the skin of Frankie’s stomach.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, por favor cariño, yes.” he begs, whining and moaning above you. (Yes, please baby, yes)

Upon hearing his answer, you quickly scramble down to your knees, shuffling back between Frankie’s gorgeous thighs. Frankie’s pre-spend keeps pouring out, the amount of it honestly shocking to you.

“Please lick it up,” he begs, whimpering further up on the bed. “Baby, take me in your mouth. Please, please.”

Your pretty eyes glance up at him, finally lowering your face down to his crotch. He watches with raises brows and an open mouth as you finally lay your tongue out. Delicately, you place the heat of your tongue along his frenulum, lightly rolling the wet muscle around his pulsing tip.

“O – oh,” he cries out, hips and thighs trembling.

With an incredibly delicious moan, you flatten your tongue out, licking a long, heated stripe up the underside of his almost purple cock. It’s slow and languid and is all Frankie needs to reach his release. He was already incredibly horny when you arrived, but seeing you worship his body and edge him for that much longer made him lose his fucking mind.

Your tongue is about halfway up as he starts to cum, the thick ropes spurting out his tip as you continue moving up. His vision becomes blurry from the intense force of it, his body locking up with the debilitating amount of bliss washing through it. Frankie’s hips rut up into the air, the movement forceful as he does it. Frantic grunts and groans punch out of his throat, his eyes pinched shut in pleasure. He’s so overwhelmed one of his hands reaches down, clutching the fabric of the bedspread in hand while the other fists the pillow beside his head. His toes curl, knees lifting slightly but you put your hands on his thighs to keep him down.

His cum continues to pour out, running down his length and into the curls at his base. You lift your hand to keep the mass of it from spilling down onto the bed, honestly shocked at the amount. It’s more than you’d ever seen from him, and it forces the fire in your belly to grow to new heights.

“Oh, Frankie, baby…” you moan, hungrily lapping at his tip while your hand jerks him off.

Frankie’s eyes shoot open when he feels you do so, chocolate curls now sticking to his forehead from sweat. He’s panting and gasping and crying out as he rides through it, watching while you guide him back down.

Usually, you’d swallow for Frankie, but since you were unable to do that, you lay your tongue out to gradually lick it up. He sounds exhausted, hips lightly rolling up into your mouth as you lick all around his shaft and base. Your tongue even trails down to his balls, licking the salty, white liquid from his rounded skin. It feels filthy to him, exciting and dirty to be laid out like this, his legs spread open as you lick and suck on the space between his thighs.

You’re unable to clean him of it all but are satisfied enough with your partial cleaning to get up and retrieve a wet cloth. You grab one from the ensuite, running it under lukewarm water and returning to gently run it over his stomach thighs. His eyes are still closed when you return, but he’d noticed when you’d gotten up. He was entirely too tired to ask where you went off too but could guess what you were up to.

Those deep, loving brown eyes open when he feels the rag on his skin, smiling while he continues to work on controlling his breath. You return his affections, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss when you’re finished. Frankie then rolls on his side to watch as you move around the room, tossing the dirty washcloth in the clothes bin, and taking off the clothes you’d worn to work and exchanging them for a much comfier set.

“You feel good, baby?” you coo, climbing next to him in bed.

“So fucking good,” he sighs out, a small swallow and shake of his head as his eyes bat closed.

“Maybe we can try that the next time we’re in bed,” you offer, snuggling into his side and offering an all-too teasing kiss considering the event that just occurred.

To your surprise, Frankie turns, a wicked smile on his face as he cups your jaw.

“Baby, we’re definitely trying that the next time we’re in bed.”

You return his excited grin, welcoming his passionate kiss. You always loved Frankie’s lack of concern when he kissed you after you gave him head, he actually liked it. Both of you found it incredibly hot to see him taste his own spend. Maybe you’ll include that next time, too.

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watevermelon · 4 years

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Tease | Venti (Genshin) x Reader (NSFW)

✧ Summary: Venti wielded his appearance like weapon, pouting his bright puppy-like eyes at you whether on the battlefield or the bedroom. There was something about the Archon that moved you to play along, at least not until tonight.

➳ Tags: some semi-public teasing and eventually fluffy sexytimes; Venti is a teasing lil shit; LOTS of humor and most of the Mondstadt characters show up ➳ Navigation

—xXxXxXxXxXxXx— One of the lessons you learned very quickly in your relationship with the Anemo Archon was that Venti was a teasing lil shit.

Venti loved you — there was no doubt. But his mischievous side popped up in almost every avenue of your time together. When fighting hilichurls or hunting down abyss mages, all it took was a bat of his eyelashes and you were ready to wield a sword on his behalf.

He played on his appearance heavily — puppy dog eyes gazing up at you no matter what the conversation was about. It was easy to look at him and think he was a humble bard who enjoyed a glass of fine wine. Instead of the thousands of year old God who had the power of wind at his mercy.

All it took was a couple smiles and nicely placed laughter and Venti knew he had you under his spell.

And you were even aware of it, the asshole.

Presently, the original Dvalin team had gathered together in Mondstadt. Diluc was hosting again, the bar open even though he grumbled multiple times. Plates of food were displayed on the main table as Barbara and Mona perused the feast, Paimon right alongside them. You were altogether celebrating a time of true peace, one that Jean had called after both Venti and Dvalin were finally long freed by your hands.

Even though your relationship was relatively new, it did not stop the weight of the promises you made to one another. Venti was well aware of your pursuit in finding your brother and you knew that there was nothing that could tie down the God of Freedom.

But that did not stop either of you from falling in love.

Venti took you on private dates where you glided high above the skies — the last time you ever flew this high was alongside your sibling. Your reminisced over solemn moments, Aether simply a memory as you poured out to Venti your past. He would pull you close as you recalled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he comforted you. And you gladly did the same, pulling Venti into a tight hug as he spoke about his time simply with the wind.

Your favorite moments were the quiet ones - like when Venti pulled you into your first kiss as a couple, smiling at you widely as you returned for more and more.

You cherished these moments when you were traveling, only Paimon at your side. Venti would join you sometimes as you explored the Liyue mountain ranges, but his responsibilities lay in Mondstadt. No matter how far you traveled, you made it work by returning back home to the Anemo Archon.

And now you were enjoying the night, sitting at one of the back corner tables as your friends mingled around the bar. You were sitting closer to the wall, Venti at your side while your favorite Outrider sat across from you.

Amber was discussing some of the adventures in the city, something that included slimes but was suddenly evading your memory when you felt a warm hand on your thigh.

You shot a quick, curious look in Venti’s direction, but the Archon was still focused on Amber in front of you. Not for the first time, you cursed your everyday attire, lots of skin on display despite being on the battlefield every day.

This was something Venti took plenty of advantage of.

His hand slid higher up your thigh and you swore that his happy expression only grew. Amber was none the wiser, continuing in her story as Venti’s hand ghosted over the fabric of your underwear. Your gaze flew to the rest of the party, plenty of other eyes that could catch you in the act.

But it seemed Venti could not care less.

His touch only grew bolder, index and middle finger rubbing against your clothed sex. You fought the urge to move into the motion, trying to focus back on the conversation and the woman in front of you.

But Venti knew your mind was anywhere, but here.

And so of course he had to tease you.

“Don’t you agree that they should continue research by the temple in spite of the ruin guard?” Venti asked, mischievous eyes turning toward you and dragging you back into the conversation.

“Yes.” You answered back clipped.

“Really?” Amber questioned, genuinely curious.

“With the proper knights and if their envoy is careful enough…” You continued, but just as you paused Venti pulled the cloth fully aside to rub at your core. It took all your willpower not to stiffen under Amber’s direct attention, but you stuttered to complete your thought.

“Then…?” The Outrider continued for you.

You shut your eyes to remember, attempting to drown out the mischievous God alongside you. But it seemed you could almost hear the smirk Venti was shooting you.

He had wasted no time in intimately joining with you the night prior, when you had officially returned back to Mondstadt. Almost every surface of his humble apartment was paired with a memory. And even then, it seems Venti could not get enough of you.

“Then they should be able to safely conduct their necessary research.” You finally finished your thought.

“Maybe you should join them next time.” Venti proposed as his fingers continued to play with your clit.

You couldn’t even deny the effects that he had on you — your essence starting to leak out in response to his touches. That was one of the things he loved about you — how eager you were for him in kind. Very rarely did you ever push him away and, if he pushed the right buttons, you would rise to his challenge later that night.

“Oh, you should! Nothing like the protection from our favorite honorary knight.” Amber replied with a genuine smile.

“It’d be my pleasure.” You responded, reaching for your glass to drown out your expression with wine.

“Your pleasure indeed.” Venti murmured under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear.

Amber was called by one of the other Knight’s and she turned in her seat to face him. Her back was facing you now and you let you out a quiet, but incredibly long sigh. Venti’s expression could be compared to a lighthearted smile, but you knew that a smirk was underneath that forcibly innocent aura.

His fingers rubbed circles against your clit — his skin a wildfire against yours as you wet the seat beneath you. Venti shoved in his middle and index with little warning, pistoning them while the other partygoers lay innocent to his dirty deed.

“My love, if you continue to make that face then surely everyone here will know.” Venti murmured this against the skin of your ear for a second, before straightening back in his seat.

You tried your best to hide your impassioned look, but it was hard to do so when your lover was working directly against you. You felt this thumb rolling harshly on your clit while his fingers thrust in quickly. Trying deep breaths to hide your moans, Venti leaned down to kiss you on the lips proper.

You followed the motion immediately, chin lifting as you savored the feel of his lips against yours. The crease of your lips parted for him, Venti immediately licking at your wet cavern. He knew you completely and this included how to throw you right over the edge.

One of your hands grabbed at his arm and just as you were about to feel that sweet release, Venti pulled away entirely and sat back in his seat.

“Alright, lovebirds. No need to gloat your kissy face in front of the rest of us single people.” Amber’s voice cut through your thoughts and you blushed at her words.

“Hehe.” Venti giggled aloud, his laugh while usually endearing, was nothing but mocking toward you.

At least Amber did not catch more than kissing.

But just as you were relieved to have not been caught, you were annoyed that Venti had just teased you right to your breaking point. You turned to the Archon, but he was already looking at you.

Expecting a teasing smirk in place, you were pleasantly surprised to see the loving gaze he was throwing you. Venti instead grabbed your hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing the top as he maintained eye contact with you.

It was hardly scandalous, but Amber still exclaimed. “Oh my god — just get married already!”

Venti laughed, but did not let go of your hand. At this point, while you were glad to see everyone again, you had one thing on your mind and it had much to do with what was leaking out of your sopping wet pussy.

But Venti was intent on celebrating tonight, drinking plenty of wine and shooting you looks over the rim of his glass. Different faces stopped at your table, Barbara exclaiming her greetings and Jean formally addressing the both of you. Kaeya flirted with you while Venti sat right alongside you, but hardly batted an eyelash when he was waved away by the Archon.

The hand holding yours squeezed once the Cryo user walked away. Venti leaned into you, kissing you on the nose before murmuring. “You’re mine; don’t forget that.”

You narrowed your eyes in response and gritted out in frustration, “Then why don’t you fill me up proper so I remember?”

“Hehe.” Venti chuckled before moving to whisper by your ear, “Don’t tell me you're still dripping wet with all these people around us?”

“You’re such a lil shit.”

“To think you’re so naughty.” Venti continued, crafting a sensual word picture through his words. The Bard too often used his powers against you. “Surrounded by all our friends and your main concern is the feel of my cock as I split you wide open.”

He was so smooth with his words, the same lips that poured out endearments was just as likely to light your nerves aflame.

“Tell me how hard you need me inside you.” Venti demanded, “Would my little minx prefer it if I painted your walls white tonight? Or are you so desperate for me that I should take you right here?”

“Venti—“

“Ah, not a good enough answer.” He cut off, “Looks like you’ll have to wait.”

And he sure as hell made you wait. Through stories and conversing with the rest, you were stuck at the bar until Diluc was finally shutting the lights off. You waved at Amber and the rest a warm goodnight, not at all gentle as you gripped Venti’s wrist and stalked in the direction of his apartment.

He openly laughed at your eagerness, but did not fight your grip.

The moment his door slammed behind the both of you, you were gripping at his clothes and throwing them off to his hardwood floors. Your mouth gravitated towards his — for once you were commandeering the lead tonight.

You pulled Venti towards his bedroom, open mouth kisses as you pulled him along. Once you were close enough, you practically pushed the poor man onto his own bedsheets. Your dress followed as a heap on the floor before you hovered over the Archon. You held a firm grip at his wrists, keeping his arms in place as you nipped at his neck and sucked dark hickies along his skin.

Venti was usually the one who took the initiative in the physical aspect of your relationship and for once, you were dominating the bedroom activities. After all, he had all the power to push you off, but Venti was relishing the way you lost yourself to the lustful passion.

Grinding your naked hips against one another, Venti openly moaned into the air. You just kept sucking at his skin, running down his chest before surfacing back upward. Running a playful tongue over each of his taut nipples, you loved the way Venti was gazing at you from beneath.

“I should make you have a taste of your own medicine.”

“Oh?”

“Should I bring you right to the precipice, my sweet bard?”

Venti smiled before challenging you, “I’d like to see you try.”

You licked your lips before trailing downward, a confident hand wrapping around his shaft. Giving only small kitten licks at the throbbing, pink head, Venti watched you as he folded his arms behind his neck.

To catch him off guard, you took a breath and downed his dick in one swallow. His dick poked at the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, your nose prodding against his skin. Venti’s voice broke the cool evening air as he moaned loudly, one hand reflexively carding through your hair.

You swallowed around him before pulling off his dick entirely, placing a small kiss on the head before repeating. Venti continually groaned at your rapidly deep pace, vibrations from your mouth only heightening his pleasure.

To think that you were so meek when you first started being intimate. You were hesitant to hold hands and never really had experience being like this with another person. Venti loved the fact that he was guiding you through it and was almost proud at how he was fully at your mercy now.

Even balls deep inside, you licked at the underside of his shaft and tried your best to swallow around him. He had to fight the need to curse, pleasantly surprised at how you were dominating the night. Venti planned on teasing you the entire time, but it was even better finally seeing you snap.

You felt his hips spasm in place and pulled off of him before he came, hearing a soft groan in response almost immediately.

Venti tried to guide you back to his dick, but you pulled off and shook your head at him, eyes latching onto his from your lowered position.

“You better finish this.” His voice held little patience.

Instead you smirked and shot back, “Like you did with me earlier?”

With little preamble, Venti wiped the smirk off your face by pulling you up and maneuvering into switched positions. You suddenly found yourself on your stomach as Venti aligned himself from behind, the only moment of reprieve was when he pushed in the head of his dick. He stewed there for a few seconds, giving you time to push him off if you did not want it, before thrusting himself all the way through.

You nearly screamed at the long impale, his shaft filling up your pussy as you gripped his bed-sheets tightly. Head shoved downward, you grinded your ass in tandem with his thrusts, a slave to your passion as you wanted to feel him in the most intimate way possible.

His pace ran wild, varying in speed and intensity with each thrust as if to keep you on edge. You felt one of his hand glide its way up your back, outlining your spine before he buried his fingers in your hair. His hold was not gentle, keeping you head down and ass up as he rut harshly against your ass.

His other hand snaked around your waist, returning back to the area that he had graced back at the bar. You tensed around him as he played with your clit, earning a harsh groan in response from the sudden tightness.

Venti leaned down to kiss at your neck, eager to mark those planes of skin as his alone. You expected to be fucked stupid, but he guided you onto your back in the next second.

“Look at me, taking you.” He instructed, connecting eyes with you before motioning down to where you were joined. “It was cute watching you try to take over tonight.”

It was becoming too much for you. Venti was attractive on multiple levels, but what really drew you to the bard was his way with words. And it seemed he picked up on that quickly, eager to whisper sweet nothing or even better, dirty words into your ears at almost any time.

You moans bounced off the walls, along with Venti’s mischevious words, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass.

“Look at the way you grip me so good. Your sweet lips give such a good nectar, but I’ll get a better taste later.” Venti continued before leaning your foreheads together. “You’re mine.”

To think the God of Freedom was so possessive.

But it seemed he also wanted a response, from the way he kept staring into your eyes after.

“Always yours.”

He shot you a genuine smile in response, more sloppy, open-mouth kisses following as he continued to slap skin against skin. You folded your fingers behind his neck, trying to get any semblance of balance as you lost yourself to the feel of his glistening cock.

Venti continued whispering similar thoughts to you, receiving moans and labored agreements from you in response. He was very vocal during intimate times, which you absolutely loved hearing.

Formal words escaped you as Venti joined your hips together, moans pouring out in a reverence that the Archon cherished.

Taking advantage of your lost mental state, Venti asked. “Tell me, does my little minx want me to fill her up?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, pussy throbbing just at the thought of it.

You heard him swear under his breath, his hips faltering in rhythm as you both neared a similar end. Like a spring being quickly uncoiled, you felt the pressure in your lower stomach burst almost all at once. Clenching hard on his cock, you clawed into his back as he rubbed at a particular spot in your greedy pussy.

“Please!” You begged without direction, Venti following your hidden words as he all but slammed your hips together.

All at once, you felt your tight hole fill to the brim with your shared essence, walls finally painted white as you both finally reached your end. You felt like a puddle of bones on the bedsheets, Venti pulling you to his chest as he laid on his back.

Venti did not hesitate, kissing your forehead even as he struggled to gain his breath. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You replied, much more fatigued than he as you lazily pawed at his hair.

You were hardly equals but in moments like this, Venti made you feel like the most loved person in the world. He placed butterfly kisses along your neck — you could feel his smile on your skin.

“I’m always so grateful when you come home.” Venti continued, lips murmuring against your skin.

Home.

You started here as a simple traveler, without Mora to your name and not a single family member alive. But Venti and all the wonderful people of Mondstadt filled the hole in you heart.

You inclined upward to meet his lips and replied saying,

“I’m finally home.”

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ohsolonelyghosts · 3 years

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I'll do it for you then.

Characters: Modern AU Businessman!Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count: 3,665

Note: Welcome to my first Tumblr fic! I felt it was finally time to pursue writing on this website, and who better to start it off with than Mr. Kylo Ren? This is a bit longer than I actually intended, and I just got carried away! I actually really love how this turned out.

Contents/Warnings: NSFW, degradation, some choking, some orgasm denial, ever-so-slight daddy kink, unprotected sex

Kylo worked late into the evening. Usually, it didn’t bother you much, you quite enjoyed having your shared apartment to yourself in the evenings. You didn’t have to hear about what show your boyfriend wanted to watch, always managing to steal the remote from you when you were super into a show or movie. So, what was the issue with you tonight? The two of you had a pretty basic agreement, you weren’t always affectionate to each other all the time. A bit of cuddling at night in bed, a kiss in the morning before the two of you went on your ways, and that was enough to satisfy the both of you. If you were sick, he would manage to let down a little more of the manly wall he portrayed, always climbing into bed with you and staying with you the entire day if he could.

The one time you both were helplessly attached at the hip was in the bedroom, unable to ever get enough of each other. Breathless and coated in layers of sweat, Kylo’s shoulders glistening in the dim room. You could feel your lower half starting to work itself just as hard as your head was. Leaning your head back against the couch cushions, you could no longer focus on the show you were oh-so-excited to watch when you arrived home. You slipped a hand between your thighs, resting on your clothed crotch. Thoughts overtook you, rubbing small circles to tease yourself, holding back whimpers. That must have been why you were pondering when the hell he would be arriving home. You were hungry for him.

“Doll?” A voice called out from the other room. It snapped you out of your thoughts of being pounded into from behind from an animalistic Kylo Ren.

Clearing your throat, you called out, “I’m in here!”

You looked past the couch, seeing your lover waltz into the kitchen, setting his bag on the counter. You pulled your hand from yourself, as if nothing was happening before you heard his voice. Rising from your seat, you mosied your way into the kitchen to join him.

“Hi, my love,” you greeted, a soft tone in your words. He gave you a half-nod, it was his way of a silent greeting. A lot of the communication between you two had happened to be silent. He was oddly quiet, usually he would be going off about his day by now, interrupting you. You looked at him as his bag was unzipped, fiddling with his things. He must have had a long day. Your eyes moved to his hands, admiring them quietly. You loved the way they curled around your jaw, your throat as you begged him to fuck you senseless.

Feeling a glare piercing through your body, your eyes wandered up to his face. Kylo had some sort of puzzled look playing upon his face as tilted his head to look at you.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked quietly, zipping his bag back up and pushing it away from the two of you. Kylo let out a breath, you were still halfway in your thoughts, trying to think of a way to muster up some sort of statement as to why you were just watching him.

“You’re handsome,” you mused back at him, innocently batting your eyelashes. You were going to try to play your cards right so that he would catch on to what you were trying to get him to do. Kylo huffed out a laugh, bringing a hand to your cheek. His thumb roamed over your cheekbone, a small smirk on his lips.

“Real cute, doll,” Kylo nodded back at you, removing his hand from your cheek. The fire in your veins was threatening to make you combust. You nearly whined at the loss of contact from him, coughing it out. This earned yet another puzzled look from him. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not. Could he not see how desperate you were needing his touch? For him to strip every item of clothing off of you right there and fuck you into oblivion?

“I had an incredibly long day at work today,” he mentions. There he was, back to fiddling with that stupid work bag. “Trying to close this deal with another company, I’ve been bargaining as much as I could, but they don’t like Pryde.”

Pryde was his business partner and he had become pretty close with the guy. They were a dangerous pair, Kylo did most of the talking to clients, trying to set up endless deals with them. Pryde did most of the emails and got the meetings set up in the first place.

Kylo continued to go on about his day, but something about him was making it so you could not focus one bit. He enjoyed that you were a good listener, always wanting to hear what he had to say. You instead were focusing on the way his torso looked in that shirt he was wearing. It was one of your favorites, you even picked it out for him. You nodded along when you could pull yourself out of your thoughts long enough to pretend you were paying attention.

“Why don’t they want to work with Pryde, dear?” You asked him softly, raising your eyebrows. Even if you didn’t necessarily hear what he was saying all the way through, it was important you asked him questions when he fell silent. You heard a chuckle, followed by the word “pathetic” and your heart dropped out of your chest.

Once again, Kylo’s hand was on your face, angling your jaw to look up at him. His eyes scanned your face, the forced eye contact always put you under pressure. Ren’s mouth opened as if he was going to say something to you, and shook his head as he let you go.

“If you paid attention to anything I had just said, you would know why. I explained the whole thing to you. What else could you possibly have been thinking about?”

That was the next thing about Kylo, he had such a temper, it was hard for you sometimes. If you misheard one thing on a bad day, it could send him over the edge. In a way, it did get you all flustered, he was hot, and when he was grumpy or upset it made him ten times as hot.

“I’m sorry, Kylo, I don’t know how I didn’t manage to hear it,” you breathed out, looking at a mildly grumpy version of your boyfriend. He once again asked you to spit out what you were drifting off to think about. Shaking your head, you refused to let out those thoughts that got you so worked up.

“Doll, I’m going to ask you one more time,” Ren practically growled out. His voice was an octave lower than it usually was. He was so stern, and you loved every bit of his current attitude. “What is it that’s distracting you so fucking bad?”

This was it, you couldn’t get away with it past this. Your next words could either end the night in a ruthless fight, or some incredibly rough sex. You cleared your throat, and thoughts. Eyes meeting a very unenthused Kylo.

“Well,” you trailed off, looking away from him. You could never stand it when he would make you speak your mind, especially when it was about something dirty. The way you were acting should have been enough to make him know what you were on about. “Thinking about the way you fucked me last night. The way you made me see stars and the way I couldn’t walk afterwards.”

That had to be enough pleasing words for him to fuck you now, shouldn’t they have been? Kylo should have now known what you wanted tonight.

You’re met with a stifled laugh, and then his warm lips crashing on yours. He mumbles something into your mouth that sounds like the word “cute” as he bites gently at your lower lip. You move both of your hands up to either side of his face, deepening your kiss. Moaning softly at his tongue entering your mouth, his hands find their way to your hips. Kylo lifts you from underneath your thighs, moving you up on top of the island.

“Why not be open about it, doll? Do you get off on making daddy mad? Get off on any sort of punishment, because it’s attention?” His words became mumbles as he trailed kisses all around your jaw and neck. You became practically helpless under his touch as shuddering from his fingers moving under your shirt.

“No sir, I just was thinking about it and wanted to listen to you speak,” you mumbled out pathetically, watching him pull away from your neck. You whined a bit at him for loss of contact once again. His hands are placed on either side of you on the island. Even if you wanted to escape, there was not an exit you could take. The way Kylo looked at you, you knew he wanted to laugh in your face.

“You’re so fucking stupid when you look at me like that, all pathetic. Wipe that face off of your head,” he growled at you. You sucked in a breath, looking down at the ground. He loved talking down at you, especially when you wouldn’t listen to him. Admittedly, you loved it more than you could ever say to him.

You didn’t say anything in retort to him, you were terrified of what he could do to punish you. He looked extremely sexy, all worked up, lips slightly swollen in an ever-so-slight smirk. Kylo’s lips returned to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, making their way up to your earlobe. He nipped gently at your ear, causing you to moan softly out to him. He tugged slightly, kissing below your ear and moving his way back down to your jaw, then back to your neck.

“Let’s get this off, should we?” He asked, it was a rhetorical question, but you desperately wondered what would happen if you had said no. You swallowed hard, playing on the consequences for a moment.

“What if I don��t?”

Your words rang out, your boyfriend’s face contorting once again to that confusion he first met you with earlier. He wasn’t used to being told no, you always did everything you could for him. He drank in your words, you could practically see the gears turning so he could process it.

Kylo nodded once, and stayed silent. He swooped you up almost effortlessly, taking long strides to the shared bedroom between you two. Your boyfriend dropped you on your bed, a hand to your neck as he pushed you backwards. He squeezed just enough for your hand to move up and grip his wrist, digging your nails into him. It was his turn to suck in a breath at the slight pain. You were sure you could draw blood if it got really catty between you two tonight.

“If you don’t want to do it,” Kylo’s voice finally rang out to you after all this time. He leaned down to your ear, his breath warm. “I’ll just have to do it for you.”

Without a second thought, he moved your arms above your head, making sure to rip off your shirt. He threw it onto the ground, letting it pool at his feet.

“I have a hard day at work, I look forward to coming home to be with my little girl, and she leads on that she wants me back, just to be a little bitch when I want to fuck her the way she wants.”

He sounds irritated with you, but you know he’s just playing it off. You know Kylo cannot resist the way you look when he tugs your shorts down your legs, letting them end up like your shirt. He looked over to your bedside table, back to you, and then opened it. You watched him rummage around before pulling out your vibrator. Your eyes widened a bit at him, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Dear, what’re you doing with that?” You questioned, squeezing your thighs together. You knew, or at least had a very good idea of what his plan for you was tonight, and you started to regret telling him you wouldn’t take your shirt off. Knowing what he was capable of, your mind fought with you over what would be happening if you had obliged.

Once again, snapped out of your thoughts as you hear a familiar buzzing noise. You gasped out, body jolting upwards as it hit your clothed clit. Kylo pressed your hips back down harshly, turning up the vibrator one more level. You cried out for him, unable to help squirming, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“This is what bad whores get. Take it,” he growled, eyes glaring at you. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, hips bucking up to him. Ren didn’t seem to enjoy your movements, and he wasn’t going to let up on you.

“Stop moving, or I’m going to make this a lot worse.”

His words rang out again, and this time you tried to calm your body down. The sensations on your clit were nearly too powerful, and as if he read your mind, he turned it up to the highest setting. You knew that he wanted you to squirm so that he could make it even harder on you.

You felt two of his long fingers slip into you, curling them upwards as your moans got louder for him. You wanted to arch up your back for him, show him you could take him like a good girl. You could feel his eyes peering into you, waiting for you to make one wrong move.

“Kylo, I’m really-” you stammered out, breath becoming rapid. Your chest heaved as your eyes met his. A smirk played upon his lips as he started to pump his fingers into you at a rough speed. Kylo pressed the vibrator against you even harder. He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to let loose of everything and go back to thrashing around for him.

“You want to cum? You wanna cum all over my fingers like a pathetic little slut? You’re so wet for me doll, go on, cum.”

That was all you needed, you became utterly undone as he egged you on. You practically sobbed as you came, your body almost becoming uncontrollable. He milked your orgasm, watching you as you blissfully came down. He let go of you, vibrator still buzzing in his hand.

“That was beautiful, sweet girl, but there’s something that didn’t happen,” he said, tongue peeking out and licking his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed together once again, moving yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“You didn’t get to cum?” You asked in response, biting your lip at him. Kylo shrugged a bit, huffing a laugh out. He finally shook his head, leaving you wondering what on earth you could be missing.

He pushed you back once more, chuckling. “You didn’t stay still the whole time, doll.”

Your eyes widened once more as you shook your head in apology. “Kylo, I’m sorry, what can I do to make it better? I’ll do anything.”

“I know, my love, of course you’ll do anything,” he mentioned, dropping the vibrator on the bed next to your body. He seemed oddly innocent for the act he was just playing up not even five minutes ago. You heard his belt unbuckle and hit the floor, followed by his shirt and pants hitting the floor. This left him in his boxers only as you trembled in anticipation for what he was going to do to you.

“You’re going to take all of me like a good little whore.”

He hovered above you, his shadow nearly covering all of you. He ran the tip of his cock against your folds, pushing into you agonizingly slow. You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut as he got fully inside of you. You moved your hands to his shoulders, one hand to his neck to bring him down to press his lips to yours.

Kylo bit harder at your lower lip than he had before, pulling it out a bit as he began a tantalizingly slow pace inside of you. You dug your nails into his back, almost to tell him to speed the hell up. He let out a barely audible groan as he took both of your wrists off of him in one hand. Pushing them above your head harshly, restraining you to the bed. He continued with his slow, rough thrusts. He was driving you mad, helpless whines leaving your lips as his hips bucked into you.

“Kylo, faster,” you breathed out quietly, and thank god he obeyed your request. It must have been getting old quickly for him as well. Without much other warning, he began to fuck into you at an expeditious pace now. The sounds of you two moaning and groaning quickly filled the room. His free hand moved to wrap your legs around his waist, giving him a better angle to fuck you at.

You dug your nails into your palms, sobbing out for him. Tears welled in your eyes every time he met your weeping cunt. You were basking in him causing you nothing but precious unrelenting pleasure, until you felt the familiar sensation on your clit.

The vibrator.

As soon as it had touched you, you arched your back up quickly. “Fuck!” You wept out, eyes rolling back into your head. Already dangerously close to your second orgasm, you whined out for him to let him know. You heard a chuckle, just as you were on edge and about to go over it.

He stops.

He stills inside of you, he removes the vibrator from your clit. You rip your wrists away from his grasp, shooting up to his level. Your chest heaving as you unfortunately come down from whatever high you were chasing after.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Kylo?” You spat at him, just irritated that he would do that to you. It felt like he was leading you on. He looks devious, a snide smile staring back at you.

“Yeah, you didn’t think I’d actually let you cum now, did you? You didn’t obey the one very simple order I gave you earlier. So now you’ll wait until I’m ready for you to cum.”

You practically wanted to cry at that statement. He was right, you moved a ton during your first orgasm. However, in your defense he should have reminded you to keep still. Once you were sure your high was gone, that’s when he began once again, an unrelenting pace back inside of you. The buzzing sensation returned to your clit, making you tense up and arch again.

You were close again all ready, but you wondered how long your body would let you ride out pure pleasure. You didn’t want him to stop you again, so you didn’t bother mentioning just how close you were. Your strings of swears and moans once again returned to the room, hands moving to Kylo’s shoulders.

He knows just how to make you crazy, and he’s incredible at doing it. He leans down to your ear, whispering what a good whore you are for him, taking the entirety of his cock like it’s nothing. You clenched around him, which elicited a groan from his throat.

“What a good little bitch, look at you, you want me to cum inside of you? Let you take all of my cum inside that worthless cunt?” He bit at your neck, leaving marks in his trail. He groaned against your neck, pace picking up more, when you weren’t even sure you could take more.

You tightened your legs around his hips, trapping him. You could tell he was getting dangerously close, he moved back up, his hand returning to where it once was on your throat. Your nails dug at his shoulders, and you could not wait to see the scratches on his back when you two were finished.

You finally knew he was close, and you were as well. This time, you let him know, in hopes that he would finally let you come undone once again. He kept his steady pace, nodding down at you. You were both coated in sweat, bodies both glistening. Something about it made you both edge even closer.

“Go on, doll. Cum for me.”

Those were the only words you needed before your soul practically leaving your body. You screamed out for him, the waves crashing onto you so powerfully you saw stars. You could have sworn you early blacked out, your cunt clenching around your boyfriend’s cock as your road at your orgasm. Before you knew it, he was cumming too. You could feel his thick ropes coating the inside of you, Kylo letting out delicious moans as he rocked his hips into you. He almost collapsed on top of you, both of your chests heaving as you both came down from pure bliss. He pulled out of you, grabbing the shirt he dropped on the ground earlier. Kylo cleaned you both up, hearing you scoff about using a shirt instead of a towel.

“Are you seriously going to complain some more?” Kylo asked as he raised his eyebrows at you. “You should be thanking me for what I just did for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you moved up in your bed, pulling the covers on top of yourself. Kylo climbed in beside you, pulling you into his chest. You took a deep breath, kissing at his neck gently. He pressed his lips to your forehead, holding you and making sure you fell asleep before he dozed off himself.

#kylo ren #kylo smut #adam driver #oh fuck #he's hot #did not regret writing this #first fic #businessman kylo #kylo ren x you #kylo x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo ren smut #smut

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here's a list of things i love about PSMD for no reason other than i think it deserves appreciation (spoilers)

the hero gets adopted by a nuzleaf. Hero, a young child that doesn't know why they were brought into this world, attacked by beheeyem, scared and alone, finds someone that takes them under his wing and gives them a home. it's really sweet that once Nuzleaf brings them to the Village, Hero's not alone anymore.

yes it was all a trick, he deceived you. but being betrayed by your father figure hits so much harder. it's much more personal, especially when both Hero and Partner are kids. and when Nuzleaf goes through all that ordeal in the post game, then gets accepted back into the village?? And his little speech to Hero????? it's heartbreaking and incredibly touching at the same time

everything is just so cute!!!! you go to school with your new friendo and you're friends with the schoolkids, and you make the trip to school every morning taking in the scenery, the smell of dew and fresh grass, and the sun on your face... and you take classes about Mystery Dungeon mechanics, and principal Simipour is a big BRO, the school nurse Audino is super kind and helpful... and you get to play with your pokemon friendos in summer vacation, and explore a dungeon with 'em... AND your bond with your Partner begins to form, getting stronger and stronger from then on. PSMD's beginning arc is so warm and pleasant, it's like reliving childhood memories all over again, when things were happier and you didn't have to worry about how cruel the world is. this story section's one purpose is to get the player used to the game's mechanics, as well as foreshadowing. unfortunately most of the school kids get forgotten later on, but I still love this part for everything it is, even if unintentional.

it's not just the beginning that's cute. PSMD'S ENTIRE WORLD IS ADORABLE. It's just filled with life every town you go. there are a bunch of pokemon locals and they all have interesting things to say, in the main story and the post-game. there's a point where their comments get repetitive, but that's bound to happen in any PMD game. Even then, the days are never the same. one morning you wake up and the Lively Town locals are exercising, then the next they're having singing lessons, and then they're practicing martial arts. and you get to connect with (or recruit) some of them just by.... chatting!!! Sitting next to that big ol' venusaur and sharing stories, laughing and having fun. it's good stuff.

Sometimes you find travelling pokemon in dungeons and it's jsut the coolest thing. Imagine you're exploring a dungeon, then your Connection Orb notifies you there's a fellow explorer in the floor. First thing you do is try to find them, and when you do - oh dang a travelling Archeops!!!! And then they just,,,, exchange their experiences and thoughts on exploration and how hard it is to fend off those enemies and the cool treasure they found the other day (the game calls it "[Team Name] and [Traveller pokemon] compared notes"). then the traveller heals you, fills your belly and restores your PP. and they go on their way. idk man it's such a cute interaction. explorers chatting, empathizing and helping each other, bc their job is not an easy one...

PSMD Partner is the most developed Partner in any PMD game yet. They start off as this naive, hyperactive kiddo, then stuff happens, and worse stuff happens, and you get to see how they grow and change and by the end they're a different person than they were before (in more than one way ...). It's just so nice to be by their side, from the beginning to the bitter end, and watch their growth. in contrast, Hero is a little unbalanced in that their backstory is not explored as much, and their personality is kind of a blank - probs meant to be vague so the player can be in their shoes. to me this just gives you the opportunity to shape their character however you want, so you can have tons of different hero/pardner dynamics.

The music is rlly flippin' good. Some of the tracks are recycled from previous entries, but when they go original??? it's a blast!!! "Echoes of the Mystical Forest" is one of my favorites in all four entries, it has no right being so amazing for a random dungeon. "Time to Set Out" makes me cry immediately (also i think it would be a better fit for the parting ways scene at the end...). Don't even get me started on "Second Dark Matter Battle", it has everything an epic climax needs and MORE. the Partner remix????? absolute genius

speaking of which, Dark Matter ITSELF,, is freaking amazing. Its actions were foreshadowed in the very beginning, though they were not blatant through the game. i do think they could have done a better job at showing the pokemon's negativity raising in the world, as well as negative feelings in the characters... but it's not like Gates did a good job at it, either (outside of cutscenes, all the locals in Post Town are incredibly nice to you and fights didn't "break out often". it's like the game tells you the world is a dark place, but what it shows in gameplay doesn't add up). so i'll cut them some slack. Still, I find Dark Matter a more compelling villain than the Bittercold for several reasons. it is sentient. its speech is a jumbled amount of voices all talking at the same time - the anguished voices of the world. It actually concocted a plan to hurl the planet into the Sun, using pawns like Nuzleaf and Yveltal to do its dirty job. in the Voidlands, Hero and Partner discover its past, and how it'll come back after defeat, like a cycle. when Partner accepts Dark Matter, they accept negative feelings as something everyone has within themselves. Most of all, the fact that Dark Matter is a manifestation of negative feelings doesn't make it just a generic threat, a final obstacle to be defeated so the world can be saved. It makes Dark Matter - negativity itself - a natural part of the world, the yin to its yang. and that's why I LOVE IT SO MUCH DANG IT EVEN THANKS PARTNER FOR THEIR ACCEPTANCE

The fact that Dark Matter can possess pokemon that have "even the smallest amount of darkness in their hearts". it makes me think of Mr. Nuzleaf and what he might have gone through in the past to make him so easy to be controlled. Did he hold a grudge against someone?? Did he commit a crime?? Had Nuzleaf always been malicious???? And if so, is this why he shows so much remorse in the post-game??????? because he had always been this vile fiend and then he met this small kid and got attached, but still carried on with his evil actions because his malice was still stronger than the positive feelings and Dark Matter's hold on him intensified?????? I don't know!!!! and as much as i wish the game could have given us that sweet mr. Nuzleaf backstory, it's pretty fun to have freedom to come up with your own version.

Everything about Super's climax is just phenomenal. Every single flippin' legendary is there to help you. Arceus is in the game. MEWTWO IS THERE. and when things are looking hopeless, they really seem hopeless. First the Tree of Life is dying, then your allies get turned into stone and sent to hell The Voidlands, Arceus gets turned into stone, the entire world is stone (except for several mon' that are still safe and holding onto hope, but they're so few). Your Harmony Scarves stop working and you and your Partner are back to your feeble, basic stage forms. You are bordering exhaustion, you have no Emeras, it's just you and your Partner against an eldritch abomination that's killing the life on the entire planet like a parasite, devouring all hope. but you still fight back. Given how adults in the game always discourage the village children from going adventuring, that they cannot do this or that because they're so little and fragile, it's awesome how Hero and Partner beat Dark Matter as tiny kids.

PSMD is not a flawless game. in fact there's plenty of things that hold it back and i even mentioned some... but it's still full of love put into it and it resonates w me more than PMD Explorers of T/D/S and Gates to Infinity (Rescue Team is a close second). its my all-time favorite PMD game.

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #psmd #pokemon super mystery dungeon #Teeter rambles #long post

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