#This isn’t anything to be concerned about I’m just in a goofy mood

[juniette13]

When I die, I hope my buddies do a trick where they open my coffin, find it empty, and then my body just falls out of the ceiling, and it turns out it’s attached to a fan, so it’s just spinning around, and then the “You spin me right round” song starts playing

I may or may not want my funeral to be a tad silly

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hii there! Can I request a smut with Stu and a fem reader where the reader has scars on her legs from a car accident and hates them, but Stu wants to show her just how much he adores her (and is kinda obsessed with her). Something like kissing every scar she has while fucking her so she forgets about her insecurities? Please and thank you!!!🩷

Hi! I love this sm anon. You can decide if he s ghostface or not in this

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈

Warnings: Scars, mentions of car accident, insecurity, NSFW, MDNI, afab reader, p in v, cunning inside, yk yk usual Stu stuff

You were over Stu’s house currently. You both laid on his bed, you cuddled into him while you both watched some movie.

“Mmm!” He said, pointing at the tv while his mouth was full of popcorn. He swallowed “See that, that, is just dumb. Why does everyone always go to investigate? It makes no sense. Idiots.” He mumbled the last part.

His ramblings didn’t quite make sense while you were wrapped up in your own thoughts. Recently, you’d been getting more insecure about your scars. You hated the way they looked on your body.

He continued to ramble, and finally it stopped when he realized you were being quiet.

“You okay?” He asked softly, he laid a kiss on your neck.

“I’m okay.” You said back.

He let it go for now, and shortly after, his hands made their way up your shirt as he smirked. You had always loved that, surely that would help your mood.

“Stu.” You said, in a warning tone. He furrowed an eyebrow and removed his hands.

“Sorry. I thought-“

“Sorry. No, it’s not you. Just not in the mood, baby.” You said, tangling your hands in his hair and giving him a kiss.

“It’s fine.” He said. Odd, he thought, but let it go.

You laid on his chest now while he held you tightly. You got a little too into your thoughts, that you didn’t hear him calling your name.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n?”

He was concerned now, he shook you and you looked up at him.

“Hm?” You asked.

He was going to ask you if you wanted anything, but now, he was really concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, his goofy mood he usually has was gone. Usually, no matter what, he was always cracking some sort of joke and having fun.

“I’m fine.” You said again.

He said your name, in a way that you knew he was being serious. You sighed, laying your head on his stomach now and looking to the side.

“I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid-“

“It’s not if it’s bothering you so much.” He interrupted.

You hesitated before speaking. “I just… I don’t know. My scars, I just… I hate them. So much. Their ugly, and you probably hate them-“ You started to tear up, and he sat up, pausing the movie. You sat up and you both looked at each other.

He was thinking of what to say. “That isn’t stupid.” He said, you looked at him in confusion.

“Baby, you remember the car accident? You were so devastated when you realized that they wouldn’t go away. It’s not stupid. And I fucking love them, if anything. I don’t hate them, at all. They don’t bother me any. In fact, their badass.”You cracked a smile slightly. He smiled at that.

“And you should learn to love them too. Because I love every single fucking part of you, I think you should love every part of yourself too.” He shrugged.

That was probably the deepest he’s been with anyone, ever. He realized that, and so did you.

You stayed silent for a moment, not sure what to say.

You just threw your arms around him, he smiled and kissed your neck.

“I love you.” You mumbled.

“I love you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He said.

You nodded, and that was all he needed. He smiled as he laid you down softly, and as much as he wanted to rip all of your clothes off, he decided against it. This was meant to be sweet, for you.

Slowly, he took off your pants, looking at you to make sure it’s okay. You just nodded at him again and he looked back down at your legs, he threw the pants somewhere in the room.

“Like something out of a damn painting. Specifically a very beautiful renaissance.” He said with a small smile, he looked back up at your face and moved himself so he was on top of you to give you a kiss. It was sweet, passionate.

You smiled when you both pulled back, and he made his way back down to your legs.

You did feel a little self conscious as you looked at the scars. But then you saw the way Stu looked at them. He pulled off your underwear slowly, he was watching your face for a reaction. More than anything, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

You were wet, by the time he pulled off your underwear. He prodded a finger in your entrance, making you moan out.

“Jus’ preparing you.” His other hand was rubbing up and down your legs. He stuck another finger after a while, pumping them in and out. His long fingers were more than enough, if that’s what he wanted to do. But it wasn’t right now, maybe another day.

He took his fingers out of your cunt, licking them dry and making you moan out again.

“Alright, alright. I hear you.” He said, cracking a goofy grin at how easily it was to have you melting at his touch. He pulled his pants off, and pulled his cock out. He aligned it with your entrance, pressing kisses to your thighs.

Slowly, he slid it in. As much times as you had sex, you never got used to his size. You both moaned out when he did, he stayed still for a little.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

He was focused as he started moving, setting a slow pace. He moved in and out, and his lips found their way to your legs, your scars. He laid kisses on them, all of them as he slid in and out of your cunt.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, he was close already, and he could tell you were too. You moaned out his name.

“It’s okay. Cum for me, baby.” He laid more kisses on your legs as he coaxed out your orgasm, an orgasm you swore was one of the best you’ve had.

He was close too, but it wasn’t about him. He could shoot it into a sock, for all he cared. He thought, and was about to pull out when you stopped him.

“You haven’t-“

He stayed still in your for a moment.

“Are you still on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure-“ he hesitated, but you nodded and smiled at him sweetly, and that was all he needed. He moved a bit faster now, still focused on you as he painted your walls, he pulled out with a sigh. He laid down on the bed next to you now as you both looked up at the ceiling.

“You let everyone cum inside you?” He joked and turned his head to you.

You shrugged. “Only my cute boyfriend.” You turned to him. He smiled again and grabbed your jaw, kissing you again.

“You’re the fucking best.”

[lovelyinspiration1463]

Loki S2 E2 Spoilers Ahead!

My thoughts while watching it for the first time:

How did those two women not notice the time door opening right beside them???

Was this X-5’s life before the TVA abducted him?

Also, how are Loki and Mobius walking right through and no one’s saying anything?

Loki did not just give a cheeky little smile to that flashing camera! 👀🤭

B-15 slaying once again!

Oh wow, looks like the writers suddenly remembered that Loki has powers and is actually OP.

Dude, what is this set??? Those are the most menacing back alleys and hallways I’ve ever seen!

I mean as far as I’m concerned, the more Loki, the better.

I’m sorry is he being restrained by shadows?! Why is this the funniest thing ever 💀

All of that before just the proper title sequence?!

OB…? You okay, babe?

How can Loki perform magic but not read some instructions?

I have a terrible feeling Loki won’t keep it simple. Simple isn’t really his thing. (Refer back to shadow restraints.)

YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW YOU BOTTOM-FEEDER! HOW DARE YOU BRING FRIGGA INTO THIS!

I mean… I'm not mad at it though. 

He’s right about the therapy, but he has no right to make legitimate suggestions!

Oh, that was a turn I didn’t expect! Mr. “Stay calm” 🙄

Mobius not wanting to talk about his feelings is such a guy thing to do I’m gonna cry.

Pie? In a time like this???

“That wasn’t tactical” YEAH NO KIDDING! We been knew, Mobius.

It’s okay sweetie you were just in a silly goofy mood that day. And we all know Thanos was behind that.

HOW DARE HE RELAX!

Either this is all part of their plan or things just got real.

OH LOOK WHO WANTS TO TRY AND BACKTRACK! Low key, I want to see what the machine does to him.

Okay his sass is amazing, ngl.

I think this goes against the Geneva Conventions 🤔

This is the best fanboy moment ever! 

Mobius is me fr 😭

I’m sorry, is she actually mad at him?!

I don’t even know what to say. I just love Mobius so much! 🥹

WHY WOULD YOU NOT HAVE STARTED WITH THE BIG SHOCKWAVE???

Sylvie’s attitude is just baffling to me.

[raineandsky]

I request [😈] a heroes and villains snippet where one of them is...sitting sad [😈], I don't happen to know how to describe what I mean, but surely you would be able to snippet-ify it no problem [😈]

And the other person was minding their own business and they came over and it's sweet or funny or goofy or silly or fluffy (your choice)

I'm so interested to see your take on this 😈😈😈

No pressure 💖

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Hey! I have created the ultimate sit sad snippet especially for you, as your long awaited gift of gratitude 😈 thanks for requesting - hope you like it!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

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It’s been a long day.

The hero sits at the bus stop, legs tucked up on the bench beneath them, their head resting against their hand. They got on the bus, but now they can’t find it in themself to get the rest of the way home. They imagine everyone in a miles radius would’ve offered a ride if they were still in their uniform, but leaving the agency means leaving the hero persona behind, and no one bats an eye at a miserable civilian. The rain doesn’t make them any more inclined to move.

They let out a tired sigh as someone settles on the bench next to them, the sound of wet fabric flapping as they shake off an umbrella. “Perfect day to be out and about, isn’t it?”

They recognise that voice awfully well. The fact they’re talking at all probably means they haven’t suspected the hero yet. All they have to do is not speak.

The hero gives a stiff nod, keeping their head expertly tilted away from them, but their lack of response only piques the villain’s curiosity. They lean forwards slightly, trying to catch a glimpse at the face the hero’s trying so hard to hide from them.

“Where you heading then?”

It’s a question they purposely can’t not answer. The villain’s going to catch on either way – they already have, by the looks of things. “Home,” is all they say, the single word taut to cover their real voice, but their effort doesn’t mean anything to their unwanted companion.

“No fucking way,” they exclaim, and the hero doesn’t have to look at them to know they’re wearing a shit-eating grin at their discovery. “What’s your name then?”

They know their name, the hero knows. They’re asking for their civilian name. It doesn’t matter if the villain knows it – the agency made sure to scrub them from any official records once they joined. A name won’t give the villain any information. “Jace.”

“Jace?” The villain sounds mystified. “Huh. Never took you for a Jace.”

“Can we not do this now?” the hero asks, though they know their voice borders on pathetic pleading. “I’m just coming home. I start at eight tomorrow if you want a fight.”

“In the morning?” They huff a noise that sounds like it could be a laugh. “No, I’m not here to start anything. Work stays at work.” They wave their concern off with a sigh. “Now, totally normal civilian Jace, what’s going on?”

“Huh?”

The hero finally turns to look at them, only met with an incredulous expression. “You’re on your way home from work, sitting at a bus station, in the rain. Bad day?”

“I’m waiting for the bus,” they deflect shortly.

“The bus goes that way, dear.” They raise their umbrella down the road, pointing to the agency just a few blocks away. “I’m not stupid.”

The hero lets another sigh, deeper than ever. Seems they can’t get out of any questions the villain asks as long as they want them answered. “Just agency stuff. All happened at once today.”

The villain nods knowingly. “Tell me about it in a tedious, long-winded explanation. Don’t spare a single detail.”

They can’t tell whether they’re being sarcastic or abusing their bad mood for information, but they’d be lying if they said they didn’t want to talk about it. It might take a weight off their shoulders. “Well, [superhero] made a point to mock me in front of everyone this morning, and I didn’t think–”

“Oh, that’s my bus.” The hero turns to the street where the bus is indeed pulling up to the curb. From their position, the villain probably saw it coming, and still egged them into psyching themself up to a heartfelt talk. Bastard.

They stand up with a content sigh as the bus doors chug open, glancing down at the hero, more miserable than ever, and a look of amusement crosses their face. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” They hold the umbrella out to them. “Here. This rain isn’t going to let up for a few hours. You can’t sit here all night.”

They shake it for emphasis when the hero doesn’t immediately take it, and the moment it’s out of their grasp they’re drifting onto the bus, leaving them with a serene smile and a slightly mocking wave as it sets off down the road again.

The hero waits for a minute before standing, taking the time to gather themself after the unexpected interaction before declaring themself unfazed enough to head home. They open the umbrella begrudgingly, annoyed to accept the villain’s likely fake kindness, and they yelp as something falls out from the ribs inside, slapping them directly in the face before continuing its ascent towards the pavement below.

They catch it, hurried as to not let it get drenched in the rain, and they lean the umbrella against their shoulder so they can get a sneak peek into the villain’s life. It’s a piece of paper, folded neatly into squares – they waste no time prying it open, their eyes grazing over the words inside in hopes of finding some terrible secret to use against them. The writing inside is a disappointment to their hopes but offers something else that sits warmly in their chest.

Us ‘civilians’ have to stick together in a world dictated to by ‘good’ and ‘bad’. If actually you want to shit talk your asshole ‘boss’, give me a call and we can ‘hang out’. Civilian style.

- Maxi xxx

(Part 2)

[multifandomwritings]

Ok, but how would Brahms, Billy Lenz, Jason, Bubba, Chop-Top, and Stu Macher (if you write for him) react to their S/O waking up crying because of a nightmare? And the nightmare was so bad that they just couldn’t get out of bed for hours. (Totally….. not….. projecting…..)

Aww nightmares are the worst, I'm sorry if you had one :(( And sorry for the wait on this! Also rn I don't write for Stu, I'm sorry ;-; I did everyone else though ^^

Brahms, Billy Lenz, Jason, Bubba and Chop Top | How they'd react to their S/O waking up crying because of a nightmare

Brahms:

- Brahms would wake up to the sound of your crying, his heart sinking before he could even open his eyes

- He had nightmares too, so he knew exactly how to comfort you. Not from experience sadly, but from what he wished someone would have done for him

- He'd wrap his arms around you, caressing your back as he let you recover from your nightmare. If you wanted to talk of course you'd be welcome to, though he wouldn't push it

- So concerned about you throughout the following day, following you around even more than usual and trying to cheer you up in his own way. If you don't want to get out of bed because of it, he's happy to oblige, keeping you company and comforting you as long as you like

Billy Lenz:

- Probably watches you sleep tbh so he'll notice you're having a nightmare and will wake you up

- Out of this group, he's the one who knows how to comfort you least. He would want to, but mostly, he just waits until you stop crying and gives you your space

- If you snuggle up to him or hug him for comfort, he won't object! This is easier than trying to find something comforting to say so he'll happily wrap his arms around you and nuzzle up to you in hopes that it makes you feel better

- Very patient though. You can stay in bed all day and he'll leave you be if you like, giving you time to feel better (Of course, he won't complain if you want him to stay in bed with you, either)

Jason:

- Jason would rarely sleep, so like Billy, he'd notice before you woke up. When he noticed tears falling from your closed eyes, he'd panic, gently shaking you by the shoulder to wake you up

- Lets out a little sigh of relief when he realizes it was a nightmare, though he'd be concerned to see you so upset by it

- Even under the circumstances, he wouldn't be able to help but blush when your arms found their way around his waist, snuggling up to him for comfort. He was consistently amazed that you could find comfort in him and wanted to be close to him like that

- Puts his own embarrassment aside though and comforts you. Honestly he's so comforting that he'd probably put you to sleep again despite being upset, as I think Jason would make his S/O feel very safe

Bubba:

- Instant concern and panic! He hates seeing you upset about anything. His heart breaks at the sight of you waking up crying and he'll get watery-eyed himself

- So many hugs and snuggles. Roughly pets your head and wipes away your tears until you stop crying

- If you don't want to get out of bed for a bit that's fine by him! He'll take care of you until you feel better, checking in and effortlessly cheering you up with how sweet and caring he is

- Will make a habit of trying to get you in a good mood and thinking of happy things before bed so you won't have nightmares

Chop Top:

- He has nightmares too sometimes so he knows how it is :(

- Always kind of panics when you cry. His normal goofy expression would fall into a drawn, concerned look as he realized how upset you were, scrambling to comfort you

- Little head pats and hugs until you stop crying. He isn't naturally the best at comforting, but he really tries

- Good at getting your mind off of it and distracting you. Will talk about anything and everything in hopes to make you forget about it and feel better

[whiskehorange]

Arthur Fleck NSFW Alphabet

This is going to be more Arthur centered, of course, but if you'd like for me to do one more Joker based then let me know when requests are open!

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

Aftercare is an absolute must from Arthur. It's one of his favorite part of sex, really. He's extremely soft and gentle with your body, kissing and caressing any mark he may have caused in the process. It's a reward for him as well to see you wrapped around his finger and to be able to lie next to you stress free.

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

He doesn't give too much thought into his own appearance, but your softness is his favorite. Smooth and soft to the touch and so comforting to him. He also just refuses to pick a one certain body part because he loves all of you equally.

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

Inside 100%, although he'll never admit it to you. It's something that has a lot of meaning to him and he really just wants to be a part of you in a different way.

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

I'm sure he'd keep pictures of you, lewd or not, with him at all times for him to peak at from time to time. Especially on days where the two of you are busy and he doesn't get to spend much time with you. Do what you will with this fact. He keeps them well hidden as well, he'd hate for someone else to see them.

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

Not a lot, at all. It's going to be a learning experience for him and he's more than happy to either learn with you or have you take the ropes. There's a lot he doesn't know about, but he knows he's missing out on something good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I'm fairly certain it's a close tie between a very close missionary or cowgirl. It's about being able to see your face and have the way to touch/kiss your face.

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

During sex, Arthur does like to mellow himself out and take a much more serious and sentimental approach. Of course this goes without having a few giggles here and there but he wants to take this seriously to show you how much he'd do for you.

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

It's not something he keeps up with at all really, so it's curly and dark brown like the rest of his hair.

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

It's very quiet and sensual. He wants to make sure that you're as comfortable as possible and in the mood as well (perhaps some candles and rose petals in the bedroom)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course he's embarrassed to admit that he does it, but he see's it as more of a stress reliever than from sexual tension or need. You're in his mind when he does it, now that doesn't change, but he doesn't too it very frequently.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pet names, body worship, praise, eye contact, slight edging, overstimulation, etc.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home, and just about in any room for that matter. As long as you're there with him then he couldn't care.

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

Overly-nice tasks or favors for each other, sensual eye contact, physical touch, pampering, and seeing you genuinely having a good time with him (extra bonus points if you laugh, he loves your laugh)

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

Degradation isn't something he'd be into right away, but give it some time and he could slowly slide into it. He still isn't a fan though,

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

Giving, giving, and more giving! It comes with the whole praise and body worshipping and he's more than happy to do it for you. Not only is it a confidence boost for him, but he loves the way you taste. He'd never pass up an offer to receive because that does drive him absolutely wild.

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

It stays around the more slow/moderate pace up until the very end with quick, harder thrusts until he's finished. Arthur is more concerned with your wellbeing and feelings than his own, so if you want it a certain way he's bound to deliver it for you.

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

They aren't really his thing, he wants something more meaningful and lasting, he feels as though quickies don't properly show his love for you. He enjoys them while doing them, yes, but it's not something that he himself would ask for.

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

It's scary, real scary. Not only does he really want to keep you all to himself but he wants to have no repercussions. It will take him some getting used to and some serious coaxing, but it'll be worth it.

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

Depending on the speed, he can finish quite a bit early, but he's also able to pump out a few rounds a night solely driven off of his love for you and nicotine. Max of about...3 rounds.

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

You'll definitely have to be the one to introduce him to the idea, but he's not against it. He likes to watch you use them and is a bit curious to see how they might work on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing is very verbal and he does it quite often. Especially when it comes to telling each other what you want to do to the other. It normally doesn't last very long, but it happens frequently.

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

Arthur is a bit more on the quiet side up until the very end. He also whimpers and whines a lot which he normally doesn't realize he's doing. He lives to hear your moans and cries and strives to hear you begging.

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

His favorite time of the day is when he wakes up before you, seeing your sleeping body lie beside him to peacefully. It makes him not want to get out of bed but, he's positive you'd like to be woken up with some breakfast made by yours truly.

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

Long and skinny/medium width.

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

Overall, it can be pretty high, but he knows how to control himself amazingly. You genuinely call of the shots when it comes to sex and if he's in the mood but you're not then he's perfectly okay with waiting.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You definitely fall asleep before him, but this gives him time to give you gentle aftercare until you fall asleep and hold you in his arms. He'd rather think of the two of you for the time being until he himself drifts off.

[starfirette]

diana prince | nsfw alphabet

masterlist | more diana | 18+

this wasn’t requested, it’s just been on my mind since I watched ww84 a few days ago

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

CUDDLE MONSTER. Insanely clingy and cuddly. She feels so close and connected to you, she’ll want to stay up and talk while playing with your hair

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

mouth. she loves kisses, especially your kisses. your lips are her drug. she loves to touch them with the pads of her fingers. 

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

when she goes down on you, she takes full commitment. She’ll lap up every drop of your cum, letting none got to waste

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

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

Very experienced. She’s lived for a very long time. She definitely knows what she’s doing

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

She doesn’t mind being the ‘top’ or the ‘bottom.’ She always keeps you on her feet. Diana is incredibly athletic and flexible, so you two are always changing positions.

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

Of course! Diana thinks it’s bad to be too serious all the time. Not to say she can’t be serious, she just knows the perfect time for everything. Diana is a giggly person by nature and she thinks it’s important to be yourself even during sex

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

She doesn’t mind too much about what’s going on down there. She’ll trim and keep herself clean, but she isn’t too concerned about the appearance of hair

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

Diana’s very romantic. She loves to worship you and your body. She’ll make it very clear what she loves about you, and how much. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Diana is a big fan of mutual masturbation 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Like stated above, mutual masturbation is big for her. She also (DUH) likes to tie you up. You think she’s not going to use that lasso for fun? 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Oh, at home. She’s not a public/risk taking sort of person. 

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

Diana is very sensitive and very attached to you. It can be anything due to her love for closeness and intimacy. It can be as simple as you coming up behind her for a hug, or pressing kisses to her shoulder before bed. 

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

Public sex is a no. She’s a professional, plus the fact she’s becoming a recurring theme throughout the world. People are recognizing Wonder Woman more and more often, so she can’t really take those risks. 

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

Diana will run her hands through your hair and tell you how good you’re doing when you’re going down on her. She’s very vocal and talkative. She’ll tell you more of what she wants and how she wants it. 

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

She’s generally very slow and sensual. She loveees foreplay. She’ll take her time with you making sure you’re nice and ready. 

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

Meh. This is elaborated on in pace. She prefers to take her time. 

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

This depends on your definition of risk. She’s definitely willing to try experimenting. Diana’s body positive and believes that sex should be explored with the person you trust

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

She’s a demigod, bro. 

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

I don’t think so. She’s old fashioned. She’ll use binds and blindfolds. She likes to experiment with vibrators or plugs, or anything else you suggest, but she would prefer the ‘natural’ way of pleasure

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s giving. Unless she’s in a mood, or you two are playing some kind of game, she’s typically very generous. She doesn’t usually tease too much. When she does, she makes up for it. Diana has a gift, honestly. She can make her partners orgasm over and over. 

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

She’s talkative and very vocal. Her moans are sweet as honey and they keep you going. She’s very encouraging. She lets you know what works and what doesn’t. 

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

After sex, Diana likes to cuddle up with you and just enjoy your presence. Often times, she tells you stories of her adventures when you can’t sleep. 

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

She’s smooth and golden all over. You absolutely adore her breasts. She keeps herself clean but doesn’t care about going over board. I doubt she’ll shave down there. 

She tastes incredibly sweet.

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

Very high. She’s super intimate. Part of showing her love is by sharing and experiencing pleasure. She finds sex to be a way of connection. 

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

Not usually to quick. She likes to stay awake and chat. Often you two will stay awake all night even after sex, watching movies or just holding one another. She likes to rest her head on your chest; you two go back and forth telling cheesy jokes. 

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 7

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @sehunniepot​ @jaejoongiewifey-blog @glxwingstar​ @sleep-is-all-i-seek​ @vgirlfrixnd​ @nicolai28​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

A/N: So here it is, the smut chapter :)

The next morning you were the last to wake up again, Johnny and Jaehyun running the suitcases back to the car. You were alone in the room, so you sat up in the bed to take stock of yourself. Were you really willing to go there? Were you really willing to do it? Were you really willing to open up your heart again? The pain of your breakup came back again, but you noticed it wasn’t as strong as it had been. Instead of a stabbing feeling in your chest, it was more of a dull throb, like a bout of indigestion that didn’t linger. You heard Johnny and Jaehyun talking and laughing outside, and you were filled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Your best friend who could always lift your mood and loved you like family, and his roommate, someone who knew how (wrongly) you felt about him but still treated you kindly and respectfully. They certainly weren’t the solution to everything, but they helped you see that there was more to life than heartache.

“You better get out here before we leave without you!” Johnny yelled from outside, and you smiled. You got out of bed, dressed hurriedly and walked out the door.

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You drove the first shift, with the window down so the wind could blow through your hair. It was a beautiful late summer day, the sun warm on your face from the open sunroof. Johnny sat in the passenger seat, drumming on the dash with his fingers and singing along loudly to the song playing. Jaehyun sat behind you, the wind fluttering his bangs into his face but he didn’t seem to mind. He sang along with Johnny, and even though they were exaggerating and playing around, their voices blended beautifully.

“You guys sing so well,” you exclaimed, “I’m jealous.”

Jaehyun laughed, “No way, we were terrible!”

“No I’m serious! I know you guys were just joking around but your voices are beautiful.”

Johnny started to rib you again, but Jaehyun was quiet. You snuck a look in the rearview to see him smiling to himself, staring out the window, the tips of his ears a bright red.

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You spent that afternoon at the beach, the two of them managing to convince you to add an extra day to your trip. You could’ve been home in your bed that night, but the weather was too nice to spend it cooped up in the car.

“Just one more day,” Johnny pleaded, “We’ll camp tonight so we don’t have to agonize over motel rooms again. Please?”

He didn’t have to work so hard, you were already convinced, but you made him work for it anyway just to amuse yourself. When you made a big show of giving in, he yelled in triumph, picking you up for a bear hug and kissing you on the cheek, before he ran off towards the beach, stripping his clothes off as he went.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jaehyun didn’t know you as well as Johnny and took your reluctance seriously. “I’m sure I can convince him to just head home.”

“Oh I wanted to stay,” you giggled conspiratorially, “I just did that to make him suffer.”

Jaehyun laughed, before looking over at you and smiling. His cheeks puffed out, dimples deep, the bright afternoon sun making his eyes sparkle. You smiled back, something in your chest shifting. He swept out his arm, motioning for you to walk on ahead of him, and together you made your way towards the ocean.

This time, you joined them in the water, and even though the water was cold you couldn’t help but have a great time. You tried not to go deeper than your waist, or even get your hair wet, but Johnny had different plans for you, dunking you or splashing water whenever you got too close. You eventually gave up and dove in, swimming towards the crashing waves. Jaehyun was already there, the waves cresting over his shoulders, his wet skin glistening in the afternoon sun. His arms were outspread, his face turned towards the sky, eyes closed. The water crashed over him, running in rivulets down his chest, but he was immovable. It was a sight you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

“Isn’t he hot?” Johnny teased, coming to stand beside you in the water.

You rolled your eyes at Johnny, but it was definitely something you couldn’t deny. “Yeah, he is.” You sighed.

“So? What are you waiting for? Go get him!” He nudged you with his broad shoulder, almost making you lose your balance and fall into the water.

“I don’t know, Johnny,” you hesitated, “What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Well then it doesn’t work out? Then you eat two tubs of rocky road with me and call me at three o’clock with your drunken rants.” He shrugged.

“I don’t think my waistline can handle that anymore,” you joked.

“Listen, Y/N,” he took on a rare serious tone which made you perk up, “I know both of you really well, and I happen to think you two would be amazing together. Not that I think you ‘need a man’ or anything like that, but your personalities just fit, you know? Besides, I need you to get over that asshole of an ex you had, so even if you just use Jaehyun for sex I wouldn’t mind.”

You elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed.

“But seriously, Y/N, let yourself be happy. You deserve it.” He patted you on the shoulder, and then dove into the water and swam to where Jaehyun was standing.

You watched them again, your heart swelling in your chest. Overcome by emotion you let the tears fall, thankful that your face was already wet so it wouldn’t be so evident that you were crying.

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The campfire that night took a little longer to light, probably because your hand shook like a leaf and you had trouble calming yourself down. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, until Jaehyun sat down beside you and your heart rate skyrocketed.

“Need some help?” he asked, sweeping his damp hair away from his face. You were aware that he was handsome, you weren’t blind, but you had never really looked at his face before, like really looked at it. He had eyes that could hold the depths of the universe but were still kind, a perfectly shaped nose, and cheeks that looked like soft bread that you wanted to squish. He was the weird, perfect blend of hot, sexy, cute, and goofy. To look like that, and then be sweet, humble, and thoughtful too, it had to be illegal.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” you handed him the matches, and when your hands touched you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your hand where his hand had touched.

He lit the fire with ease, before he handed you back the matches and regarded you with concern. “Do you feel sick or anything?” He lifted up his arm and made to touch your forehead with the back of his hand but before he did, he asked you for permission. You nodded, and the warmth of his hand against your head did wonders to soothe you.

“You don’t feel hot, that’s good,” he determined.

“You don’t think I’m hot?” you couldn’t resist the joke, but he just smiled.

“Oh I know you’re hot,” he leaned close to you and whispered, because Johnny was walking into earshot. You choked on air.

“Tents are up, hot dogs are here, and no beer for Y/N tonight!” Johnny exclaimed as he plopped himself down and divvied out the hot dogs.

“I don’t want any beer tonight anyway,” you scoffed, as much as you wanted to defy his self-righteous ass you wanted your head to be clear.

“Good, because we only had two left!” Johnny laughed, passing the other beer to Jaehyun.

“You sure, Y/N? I’m sure one beer would be fine.” Jaehyun held out his beer to you.

“No really, I’m good,” you smiled at Jaehyun, “Thanks for offering though.” You gave Johnny a pointed look but he just scoffed.

“Ignore Jaehyun, he just wants to get you drunk so he can get into your pants.”

Both you and Jaehyun started coughing, before exchanging guilty looks. Johnny stared between the two of you.

“Is there something I should know?” he narrowed his eyes at both of you, “have you guys been screwing around behind my back? Please don’t tell me, I actually don’t want to know.” He took a swig of his beer and stuck his hot dog into the fire.

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The three of you stayed up late into the night, talking about anything and everything, laughing till  your sides hurt at Johnny’s jokes and stories, and sometimes had quiet bouts where the crackling of the fire was all that was heard. It was during one of these quiet times that Johnny finally stood up.

“Well, that’s it for me. I have first shift tomorrow so I’m going to bed,” he mock-saluted you and Jaehyun, “Good night, losers.”

You watched him walking away, shaking your head, as Jaehyun laughed and wished him a good night.

“What about you, Y/N, you tired?” he asked.

“Not really,” you poked at the fire with your stick, the embers were dying and you tried to get them going again. You shivered at the lack of heat, and Jaehyun came over and draped a blanket around your shoulders.

“I guess I’ll go to bed,” he said, turning towards the tents.

“Actually, do you mind staying?” you didn’t look at him as you asked, but you were glad when you noticed him turn back and take his place beside you.

“I don’t mind,” he said, helping you restart the fire again. The two of you were quiet for some time before you finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?” you started.

“You already did, but I’ll let you ask another one,” he replied cheekily. You nudged him playfully with your shoulder and he smiled. “Of course. What is it?”

“Do you think I would make a good girlfriend?” your question took him off guard, because he looked at you for a long time before answering.

“Do you think you would make a good girlfriend?” he countered.

“You’re not supposed to answer a question with a question,” you grumbled.

“Okay fine, since you’re asking my opinion, I’ll say yes.” He stated firmly.

“Why, though? I thought I was good enough, I thought we were happy, I thought he was happy, but it still didn’t work out. So was I really a good girlfriend then, in the end?”

“I can’t speak for him,” Jaehyun said quietly, “I can only speak for myself. And all I can say is that you may not have been good enough for him, but you are more than good enough for me, leagues more, galaxies more.” He made figure-eights with his stick in the sand so he wouldn’t have to look at you. “Theoretically speaking, of course.”

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t believe you were that easy, but in your defense he had been breaking down your walls for the entire trip. You turned to him, took his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes. He started at the sudden contact, his eyes swimming with apprehension and wonderment.

“I want to kiss you,” you said resolutely, “is that okay?”

He broke into a wide grin and nodded, so you jumped off the proverbial cliff and pressed your lips to his. His lips felt exactly the way you thought they would feel, all those times you permitted yourself to wonder. He moved softly against you, his lips gentle, and except for your hands on his face you weren’t touching each other anywhere else. Yet it ignited something in you. You pulled away, knowing yourself and how you could get carried away. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, lips kiss-stung. He was so beautiful in that moment you wanted to cry.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked, feeling like a middle-schooler asking out her crush. He still hadn’t opened his eyes but he smiled widely and nodded.

“Yes I do, I really, really do.”

Your heart soared at that moment, and he finally opened his eyes. He looked at you with so much admiration that you thought you would melt on the spot. He took your hands in his, bringing them down to your lap before he leaned in and kissed you again. He started out gentle again, but when you tentatively swiped your tongue into his mouth his movements became more urgent. He slipped his arms around your waist and your hands went up to clasp around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue in your mouth heating up your body more than any campfire ever could. He moved to lay you on the blanket but you stopped him.

“Not here,” you breathed, and he looked at you questioningly. Standing up, you took his hand and led him towards your tent.

You went in first, lying down on top of the sleeping bag, and he followed you in, carefully lowering his body on top of yours. He propped himself up on his elbows, mindful of not resting his entire weight on you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your face, “I know it’s not the most comfortable place.”

You didn’t care at that point, you’d lie down with him in a canoe if this was how it felt. You just nodded, pulling him more towards you, wanting to feel more of him because you knew he was holding back.

“Careful,” he laughed, “I don’t want to squish you.”

“Squish me, I don’t care, you feel too good,” you answered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. He nuzzled into your neck, the tip of his nose ghosting lightly on your skin.

“Mm, you smell so good,” he whispered, and soon his lips were on your neck. You shuddered as his lips painted a trail on your skin. When he swiped his tongue goosebumps erupted and you inhaled sharply. “Taste good, too.”

You involuntarily bucked your hips, and felt him hard against your core. He groaned at the contact, sucking harshly at the skin on the base of your neck. The sound of him groaning and the feeling of the mark he was probably leaving on you turned your brain to hazy mush. The only thing you knew was that you needed more.

“Take this off,” you ordered, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. He reached back with one hand and pulled it off with one go, and you would never get over how sexy he looked doing it. You put your palms on his chest, wanting to feel the firm muscle there, moving down to his abs, down his stomach, past his belly button to the trail that led down. You gripped the waistband of his jeans and he groaned again. “These too.”

He leaned away from you to pull his jeans off, leaving him in only his boxers, his eyes never leaving you the entire time. You took that opportunity to flip him onto his back on the sleeping bag, thankful for the years of martial arts training that gave you the ability to do it. He yelped in surprise before breaking out into a wide grin.

“Shit, that was hot,” he admitted, and you straddled him, pulling your own shirt off in the process. You reached back to unclasp your bra, but he suddenly sat up and stopped you.

“Can I?” he asked, and you nodded. He started kissing your neck again, making you throw your head back at the feeling, while he reached behind you and unclasped your bra, throwing it to a corner of the tent. His hands moved over your bare breasts, cupping them in his hands. Your breathing picked up as he held them, chest heaving when he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady. You wrapped your legs around his back, grinding your hips against him and he groaned loudly in your ear. He tugged at the waistband of your jeans.

“Your turn to take these off,” he growled, and you sat back, taking your jeans and panties off in one go. He took that opportunity to pull off his boxers, and even in the dim light you could see the tip of his cock glistening with precum. He looked at you with hooded eyes but didn’t make a move, as if to say you could still stop this if you wanted to. But you knew in that moment there was nothing else in the world you wanted but him. You straddled him again, your hands on his shoulders, kissing him deeply. When you pulled away you were both panting.

“I want you,” you said firmly, a different ache in your chest forming, “I want you, Jae.” He looked into your eyes with so much emotion you wanted to cry, so you just grabbed his face and kissed him again, this time rubbing your pussy against his cock. You were so wet you slid easily against his hardness, and he moaned into your mouth at the sensation. On the next pass you caught his tip against your opening, and pushed down.

You broke from the kiss to moan loudly as the tip of his cock parted you. You moved your hips slowly so you could feel every inch of him enter you, stretching you so deliciously you couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth. His hands were on your ass, gripping the flesh there, watching your face as you lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh Jae,” you moaned, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He filled you so well, you could feel the tip of his cock touching your sweet spot and you knew once you started moving it would make you crazy. You started a slow rhythm at first, his cock dragging in and out of you at a measured pace. But when he started moaning, his voice low and sexy, you lost yourself.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You snapped your hips harder, grabbing his shoulders as you could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach forming. Your thighs were burning which made your hips stutter, so he grabbed a hold of your hips and decided to help out, pumping upwards into you. The combined force ramped up your pleasure, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh Jae!” you screamed, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Hey! Keep it down over there, some of us are trying to sleep!” Johnny suddenly yelled from the other tent. That made Jaehyun stop his movement completely, which made you want to kill Johnny.

“Put your airpods in and go back to sleep!” you yelled back. You heard him grumble before he was silent again, presumably asleep. You sighed in frustration, dropping your forehead onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. He laughed softly, kissing you on the side of the head.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered, holding you and flipping you onto your back. He was still hard inside you and he gave you a moment, staring at you with that look again, caressing your cheek with his hand, before he started to slam into you again.

You bit your lip to keep from screaming, wrapping your legs around him, your fingers digging into his back. It all felt so good, and along with your oncoming orgasm you felt something shifting in your chest. As he held you, his eyes on yours, it felt like your heart was being pulled from your body. A panic filled you, your eyes pooling with tears, pleasure still coursing through you at the same time, threatening to explode. You didn’t realize it but you were whimpering, from pleasure or heartache you couldn’t decipher.

He watched all of this play out on your face, before he kissed you softly. When he pulled away, he whispered low in your ear, “It’s okay, baby, let it go. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You came with a cry then, not caring if Johnny heard you. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life, and with it came a release of a different kind. The tears that had pooled in your eyes finally fell, your chest finally light again. Jaehyun cradled your face in his hands, kissing your tears away.

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A/N: I know it’s not a commonly held notion that Jaehyun is a sub in any way, but I just liked the idea of Y/N just throwing him for a loop and turning his world upside down like that (literally, lol). So anyway, just suspend your disbelief for that moment :)

[adookina]

Bucky Barnes Imagines

Chapter 1

: NSFW A-ZChapter Text

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

Bucky is truly a sweetheart after sex, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his chest will checking to see if he left any bruises on you and if he sees bruises he will apologize while pressing a soft kiss against the bruise.

Not to mention he is a little bit clingy. Not that you mind at all.

Getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning you up.

He will also ask if you are alright, if he hurt you, if you need a drink or something to eat, he’ll also run you a bath, though you always persuade him to join you, which he does, giving you a massage in the bathtub which then leads to sex.

He even gets you a fresh pair of undies and clothes or pj’s. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bucky’s favourite body part of his has to be his thighs {thighs of betrayal}. He works hard on those thighs, his proud of them. You’re pretty sure he never skips leg day.

When you compliment him on his thighs he can’t help but blush and feel proud of his thighs.

When he sees you staring hungrily at his thighs he can’t help but feel proud of himself, smirking at you, as “you wanna ride my thighs don’t you doll?” he whispered seductively into your ear. Earning a moan from you while gasping out a “Yes. Please.” course Bucky would smirk even more at this.

Bucky loves all of your body, but his favourite has to be your legs.

He loves running his hands up/down your legs.

Leaving kisses on your legs.

He especially loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist/torso while you’s two are heavily making out.

He loves it when you wrap your legs around him while you’s are having sex too and more importantly when he is eating you out and you wrap your legs around the back of his neck, your thighs locking him in. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He will usually cum inside of you, when he pulls out of you he loves to watch his cum drip out of you.

He likes to cum in your mouth, seeing you swallow his cum makes him even hornier. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not really much a secret but he loves it when you ride him or his thighs and take control, he is honestly putty in your hands when you ride him. Seeing you bounce up and down/sinking onto his dick your head thrown back, and your boobs bouncing as well with your moves. While he grips either your thighs or waist or hips to steady you or hands resting on his chest. It really is captivating when you ride him.

He also loves it when you ride his thighs though that’s really not a secret…

This isn’t dirty but since there is a huge age difference/gap between the two of you, he kind of feels like you will leave him for someone who is in your age level or you will get bored of him and move on, one of the two.

His biggest fear is you leaving him and starting a family with another man a normal civilian man. He doesn’t know how bad the serum has messed him up. He can see it in your eyes that you want kids and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to give them to you. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s no secret that Bucky was a ladies man back in the 40s, so he does have plenty of experience in having sex.

But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t learned a few techniques in the Modern day.

As for how many women he has slept with in the modern day it’s only been you.

He’s still trying to learn how to get the hang of using his metal arm/fingers during sex.

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

Without a doubt Missionary; reasons being he loves missionary is because he wants to see your facial expressions while he is making love to you, Not to mention a lot of eye contact with each other as he thrusts into you. Also gets to see you squirm and tremble underneath him, not to mention it also gives him easy access to kiss you as well and hold you close to him while pressing some of his body weight against you.

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

The first time you’s two had sex he has really serious and concerned, but as you’s two started having sex more often he loosened up and got goofy.

He is only serious when he is fucking you out of jealousy or anger. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t even get regular haircuts for the hair on his head, so no he doesn’t groom down there, he doesn’t really care either… I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bucky is normally rough and needy in the moment, though sometimes his touches can be gentle other times not so much.

He likes having you close to him as he thrusts into you.

He also kisses you a lot whether it’s on your lips, cheeks, your neck, the crook of your neck or the back of your neck, or your shoulders.

He will also hold your hand tightly as well.

Bucky likes to whisper sweet and dirty things into your ear as well . J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Bucky only masturbates when he is on missions or you are on missions.

He likes to masturbate in the shower or on the bed.

If it’s on the bed then he will lay back on the bed, using his hands he will slip them underneath the waistband of his jeans/or/sweats pulling them down until they were to his thighs, as well as his boxers, letting his aching member free.

He quickly grabs a hold of his shaft his metal hand grabbing his balls as he slowly starts to jerk himself off, letting out low loud grunts and groans.

He likes to take his time when he is masturbating.

Picturing yours and his last sexual encounter or you naked in general.

However, if it’s in the shower, he kind of likes to tease himself first before jerking himself off. When he does jerk himself off he uses his flesh hand to jerk himself off while resting his metal hand on the shower wall, Bucky groans, grunts and moans loudly in the shower, when he does cum he cums on the shower wall. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bucky likes to be called daddy and sir. Also has a huge praise kink as well, as well as a biting/marking and hair pulling kink, he loves to pull/tug your hair and he loves it when you pull his hair or run your fingers through his hair. Light bondage.  Voyeurism, he loves to watch you pleasure yourself.

Bucky likes to roleplay a lot.

Metal arm ink; It’s not really much his kink but it is yours, god you have a huge kink for his metal arm/fingers. Though he still worries about hurting you with his metal arm. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On the bed, he prefers to have sex on the bed since you’s two share it. Against the wall, even bent over the dresser or any surface he can find.

He definitely loves the shower, he loves pressing you against the wall as the water pours down on yours and his body.

The pool, but the last time you’s two had sex in the pool, Tony caught you’s in the act, giving you’s two a long ass lecture about how he uses the pool and so on that really dulled the mood, Bucky was about to kill him but you quickly stopped him. Though that doesn’t stop you’s from having sex in the pool again M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You, you are his motivation, whether you are wearing lingerie or some of your skin is exposed, or you wear an all too revealing dress it gets him turned on, it gets him going.

Dirty talk gets him turned on to.

Also hearing your moans, more importantly, is when you moan his name, “James.”, “Bucky.” either one or daddy, whenever you call him daddy, especially when you do it seductively it turns him on.

Bucky is competitive so whenever he wins it gets him going as well, especially if it’s against you. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Something violent, like choking and so on, he could never choke you or even think about choking you, no matter how much you beg him to choke you. He has nightmares just thinking about it. He doesn’t want to choke you to hard and kill you. He already has nightmares about the people he has killed when he was The Winter Soldier.

Also, he will never have sex with you when you are drunk.

He doesn’t like public sex either, he is very possessive he doesn’t want anyone seeing you naked. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

50/50, Bucky is a giver and receiver.

He loves giving you oral and eating you out, burying his face between your legs. When he uses his tongue and fingers at the same time it drives you over the edge.

He could eat you out all day, he loves the taste of you.

Bucky is talented at giving oral.

Staring at you as he pins your hips to the bed, as you quiver against him.

Your moans and gasps are like music to his ears.

He loves it when you tug and pull on his hair.

He loves it when you give him a blowjob the feeling of your warm and wet mouth wrapped around his cock, moving your head up and down, as your other hand cups his balls and massaging them.

He loves it, even more, when you swirl your tongue around on the tip of his dick before wrapping your mouth around his shaft.

Bucky can’t help but throw his head back, biting his lips as moans escape his mouth, his fingers raking through your hair and gripping it tightly.

He loves cumming in your mouth.

He feels guilty when you give him a blow job even though you insist you want to do it.

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

It’s 50/50, depends on his mood. Some days he is fast and rough other days he is slow and sensual.

He is fast and rough when he is jealous and angry also when you’s two are having a quickie or a certain mission doesn’t go as he has planned then he will go fast and rough. Leaving marks on your neck and skin, while gripping your hips tightly leaving bruises there.

Though there are days when he is slow and sensual, normally when you’s two nearly lost each other in a mission or just some sort of insecurity or emotion, or if it’s after a romantic date, sometimes he is just randomly slow and sensual.

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

He prefers proper sex then a quickie, you, on the other hand, prefer both a quickie and proper sex, sex is sex. Though that doesn’t mean he hates them.

Bucky likes to take his time pleasuring you, he likes to see you tremble underneath his touch, but if you want a quickie and haven’t got time for proper sex then he will happily have a quickie with you.

The only times you’s two have quickies is when you’s are horny and need of a quick fix. That’s when you’s will find an abandon conference room or supply closet or an area that no one is in and have a quickie. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depends on the risk, the only risks you’s two have had is being late for your briefings, meetings, and missions cause yous were too busy having sex.

Bucky knows what he likes and he knows what you like.

He doesn’t like switching things up or trying new things and if he does try new things then he would definitely not try anything that would hurt you.

He likes to pleasure you, he believes sex should be about pleasuring not hurting. It hurts him to see you getting hurt on missions so experimenting is so out of the picture.

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

Bucky can go all night long even through early morning without getting tired sure he will sweat but he wouldn’t get tired, you, on the other hand, get exhausted about four to five rounds. That’s when he knows to stop.

The first time you’s two had sex Bucky cum after about a few thrusts, since it’s been a long time since he had sex, he felt so embarrassed about it but you reassured him that it’s fine.

Bucky got into the rhythm of lasting longer when you’s two had more sex.

Bucky gets horny again after he finishes another round of sex. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Bucky doesn’t own any toys but you do, mostly a dildo, vibrator, and handcuffs.

He’s not really keen on them either, he prefers to satisfy you using his fingers, mouth, tongue, and cock. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He knows he is a tease, though he tries to deny it and act all innocent or “I don’t know what you are talking about doll?” “What you are talking about doll?” the truth is Bucky is the biggest tease in the relationship.

He loves to tease you, he loves to watch you writhe and quiver under his touch.

His favourite place to tease you is in front of people. Especially in a meeting or briefing.

He will place his hand on your thigh and move it up, then moving to your waistband slipping his hand into your panties, his fingers rubbing against your wet core, as you bit your lip trying to stop the moans that escaped your mouth, that makes Bucky smirk.

He loves to smack your ass and whisper very explicit things in your ear while nibbling on it.

And if you are away on missions or he is or you’s are away from each other he will send you dirty messages.

Bucky loves to deny you of your orgasm too.

Before he eats you out he leaves hickeys on your thighs and inner thighs, paying attention to them than the place you want him too.

Just because he teases you doesn’t mean you don’t tease him, he gets teased just as much as he teases you. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s moans are quieter at first but they always seem to get louder.

He tries to keep it low but he can’t help but moan and groan a little too loudly.

He loves it when you moan his name and moans in general it praises/ encourages him.

He will always whisper dirty things into your ear or say it out loud.

He loves to praise you, “You feel amazing doll.” “You look so damn beautiful.” And so on. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It’s no surprise that the other Avengers and people have caught you and Bucky in the act. But when Shuri walked in on you’s two having sex it was the last thing she wanted to walk in on.

Bucky put his hand against your mouth, muffling the moans you were making as he thrusted into you again, pressing you closer to his body as he bounced you up and down.

“Sh doll, you have to be quite.” he whispered against your ear, making you let out a whimper, though his hand muffled the sound. You couldn’t help it you haven’t seen him in a while a long time, with you doing missions and him living in Wakanda, so when you visited him all the built up sexual frustration finally exploded. Plus it didn’t help that Bucky kept looking at you like he wanted to fuck you, licking his lips and eyeing your body up and down, basically eye fucking you.

Bucky let his hand slip from your mouth, replacing it with his mouth inside.

You felt your orgasm arise, Bucky let out a moan against your mouth, his hand grabbing the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

“Y/n, I can’t believe you come here and didn’t come to me first…” Shuri spoke, entering the hut that Bucky has living in, not that you and Bucky heard her.

Her happy expression dropped into a horrified one, she was about to something but instead let out a gasp.

“Oh my god.” Shuri squeaked out, making you and Bucky pull away from each other horrified expressions on your faces, you quickly scrambled off of him.

Bucky shielded you from her view hurryingly finding the blanket on the ground and handing it to you.

Shuri quickly turned around and walked out.

“I can never get that image out of my head.”  She basically yelled, as you quickly put your clothes back on.

“Well, that ruined the moment.” Bucky sighed, putting his clothes back on.

“Shuri…wait…” you shouted after her, chasing after her, while Bucky let out a groan. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Bucky is pretty thick and big. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Bucky has a very high yearning, it’s pretty high when he is around you, then he can’t help but be horny. You’s two have sex almost every day when you’s are around each other.

His sex drive is only high when he is around you.

However, if he is on a mission then it’s not that high, he masturbates when he is on a mission and he is horny for your touch. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky doesn’t fall asleep right away, in fact, he has a hard time falling asleep in general with nightmares and PTSD he prefers to watch you sleep for a while{in a non-creepy way of course}. Holding you close to his chest, as you rest your head on his chest. Massaging your back.

The sound of your breathing and heartbeat lures him into sleep, it always seems to calm him.

Bucky likes to confess his fears and feelings to you when you are passed out, playing with your hair while he talks.

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Fuck. I’m Gay.

I’ve been reading a lot of ml salt fics lately (mainly @unmaskedagain which is a literal goldmine of saltiness). And getting into the Damienette ship. Marinette really does deserves better (Fuck Canon) but so does Adrien. He is not a “sidekick”. Chat Noir and Ladybug are partners = equals. So I decided why not write a fic where Adrien gets his own happy ending in the form of a grumpy assassin-turned-vigilante that loves animals more than people. 

Somewhat of a crack writing where creative liberties were definitely taken. 

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Lila Rossi is a bitch and everyone knew it. Well, by everyone, Adrien means himself, his good-amazing-make-pastries-for-him friend Marinette, his maybe-not-really-sure friend Chloe and his-not-that-close-really-classmate Nathaniel. 

Yeah. It was a small number. 

But Lila is still a bitch. 

Anyway, Lila’s lies and manipulations have disturbed the status quo and not in a good way. She ended up making the majority of the class fawn over her like she was a perfect goddess and not a pompous-temperamental-hormonal teenager. Teenagers were prone to be gullible; he can understand his classmates being inclined to believe her. But this was utterly ridiculous (man, Chloe is rubbing off on him). No. You know what’s even more ridiculous? Ms. Bustier letting Lila get away with it. She doesn’t even stop the class mistreating Marinette who claimed she was a bully just because of you know who - Fucking Lila Rossi. The audacity of that bitch and her bitchy followers, am I right? 

Growing up he watched the tv shows and the animes. High schools always had their drama but he thought that was to get some plot going on. He didn’t think it was an actual thing that happens in real life. But he was proven wrong. Françoise Dupont High School had their drama and it was way worse than what he watched on screen. 

The worst part was that he couldn’t get away from Lila. Or he’ll be pulled from school (Fuck you Dad). He had to sit next to that bitch and listen to her drone on and on about things they both knew she didn’t do, about things she promised to do for her ever gullible followers friends. And couldn’t say anything against it if he wanted to stay in school. But even his discreet questioning didn’t do that much. It got some of the class to think something’s possibly fishy with her stories but not enough to think Lila was evil. So he just gave up. Because what was even the point? 

He was distancing himself from Alya and Nino. He couldn’t really be friends with people who thought Lila held the sun and moon. They didn’t hang out as much as they used to and he made excuses when they did invite him to stuff. Lately, he was making outrageous excuses - like he had to take his cat to the vet even though he didn’t have a cat - to see if they caught on. They didn’t. It was fun but he didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad about that. But feeling sad-depressed-pain over it was a bitch so he decided to take his victories as they come. 

Chloe had left the school earlier on. Her mom wanted to spend one-on-one time with her daughter (Yeah, Audrey is better at being a mother here). She was completely out of this drama mess. And Nathaniel kept his head down to not paint a target on himself. 

His only consolation and ally in this whole mess was Marinette. His darling angel. His sunshine incarnate. His own goddess (not like that bitch Lila let’s get one thing straight). 

When he was feeling overwhelmed (which was a lot), he spent it at her house. They spent it discussing fashion, trash talking Liar-la and the sheep class, playing video games, and making/eating the best baked goods in all of Paris. If he wasn’t at his photo shoots or at school, he was at her house. And with how often they spent time with each other, it wasn’t long before they accidentally revealed their alter egos to each other. 

(The class’ Everyday Ladybug was actually Ladybug. How amazing is that! Isn’t Marinette the absolute coolest?!) 

Since they outed themselves to each other, they had to give up their miraculous. And new heroes had to be chosen. As the guardian, Marinette decided to give the Ladybug miraculous to herself and the Cat one to Adrien. And make them the superheros of Paris. 

(Just when he thought that Marinette couldn’t get any cooler) 

They both collectively decided that being friends were for the best and put away their obsession crush over the other far far away. Now they were best friends-almost siblings. Oh who was he kidding? He was an honorary Dupain-Cheng. Marinette and her parents said so. And who was he to deny the goddess? 

All was well. 

Until he met this gorgeous boy with raven black hair and piercing green eyes that made him question everything in life. 

Like fuck. His life wasn’t hard enough already? 

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It was a slow patrol. Just stopped a few petty crimes. No akuma tonight. He wasn’t really expecting much to happen.

Mari said patrolling regularly gives citizens a sense of security and it helps if one of them were on scene if an akuma does appear. 

He didn’t mind. He loved running on the rooftops and feeling the wind in his face. After some time, he stopped and stood on top of one of the tallest buildings. Just soaking the view. The peace and serenity of it all. Seeing the glowing lights of his beloved city. Seeing the Eiffel Tower standing tall and proud. 

(Forget school. Forget Liar-la and her hoard of bitches) 

This was his city. This was why he fights Hawk Moth with Ladybug. They had something precious to protect. 

He was done patrolling the regular routes and all his schoolwork was already finished. He could go to sleep but he didn’t feel that tired. And he really didn’t want to go back home. Mari shared her theory on his dad being Hawk Moth. She had really good reasons and a plethora of proof. If they could switch miraculous, why couldn’t he and Mayura - most likely Nathalie? Which would explain how Gabriel got akumatized.

After all her support with dealing with Lila, he was way more inclined to believe her even without the evidence. But those things just made him more wary of his dad. And he wasn’t too stoked on spending more time than what he can get away with with the guy. Because his dad being Hawk Moth explains why he wants Lila (his strongest supporter - Chameleon and Oni-chan, anyone?) close and makes Adrien play nice with her. And anyone who enables Lila’s bitchiness is on his enemy list. 

Anyway, he was out here to enjoy the good mood not think about evil bitches and evil dads. So he sat himself down and enjoyed the sights. It was more calming than you would think. 

He heard cars blaring and even a dog barking. The slight breeze felt nice. The moon was pretty bright tonight. The stars too. There was a lone couple walking through the park. There was also another teen in black running on rooftops a few buildings away. 

Wait. 

What? 

He blinked and looked again. Huh, there was another teen in black running on rooftops. And it was not a hallucination. 

What the actual fuck?

He was instantly on his feet, baton already in hand as he raced across the roof to reach said stranger. 

“Hey!” 

But because he was the lucky owner of the unlucky miraculous, the moment he said that, the guy was about to jump off a building to presumably roll onto the next one like Chat was watching him do beforehand. But his call made him lose focus and Chat watched horrified as the guy slipped and started falling into the alley. 

Oh fuck! Mari was going to fucking kill this dumbass kitty!

He hoped to everything that Mari thinks is holy that he makes it in time. Extending his baton, he used it as a huge Pogo stick to basically catapult himself towards the stranger and wrapped his arms around him as he braced himself for the full weight of hitting the gravel at this height and speed. But he wasn’t that that concerned. His suit protected him from the majority of the injuries that would’ve occurred if he wasn’t wearing it. It hurt but it isn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Remember earlier? He takes his victories as they come. 

This was not the smartest of ideas, he’ll admit. Mari had the brains to be honest. But it wasn’t bad if he say so. And he does say so. 

He rolled over and immediately looked over the stranger that was remarkably unharmed in this whole mess. 

And oh.

Oh.

The stranger was taller than he was with a lithe and lean frame. He had raven black hair that complimented his tanned skin and gorgeous green eyes that pierced through him, making his heart do funny things. 

He was not expecting him to look as hot as he did. He wore a simply black t-shirt and jeans but he looked like a fucking Adonis, what the fuck.  Even the moon shone down on him, highlighting his handsome features even more.  

He shook himself of those thoughts and focused on what was more important. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” 

He was rudely pushed away, but he didn’t take offense. He did cause the guy to fall after all. 

“Do not touch me.” (What kind of accent is that?) “I’m fine. You are truly a moronic imbecile of the highest accord to yell like that. And what are you even supposed to be? Some kind of knock-off Catwoman?” 

At that, Chat looked at Hot-And-Sexy weird. “Are you new here? I’m the superhero Chat Noir. I protect Paris with Ladybug.”

“You’re joking.”

“I know I come off as the goofy hero because I make purr-fect puns all the time but I’m not joking about this.” 

He took out his phone to show the foreign (since he’s obviously not a Parisian) stranger the akuma attacks and Ladybug and Chat Noir being a dynamic duo, saving Paris and beating Hawk Moth. Ok, he showed the stranger a lot of stuff. Sue him. He gets to brag about his Princess. And himself too.

“I never heard about this before.” Hot-And-Sexy (he has got to come up with a better name) said afterward. “3 years this has been going on? Why didn’t you ask for help from the Justice League or other superheros?” 

Chat shrugged. “We tried. But they said we’re obviously pulling a prank and making this all up. So we stopped asking for help.”

For some reason this made Hot-And-Sexy angry. “They ignored your plea for help and left you to fight for yourselves?”

“Pretty much, yea.” 

“You and Ladybug are children.” 

“Excuse me? Are you doubting our ability to protect our city?" He was not apologetic at the sharp edge his voice took. Forget looking hot. How dare he? The audacity really. 

Hot-And-Sexy shook his head. “I’m not. I know some child superheroes who are adequate at their jobs and a few who are remarkable like Robin in Gotham. But the majority of them had adult mentors to guide them. From what you’ve shown me, you and Ladybug had no one. You were left alone to fend for yourself with essentially no help.” 

He never thought of it that way. But hearing it like that made him think: Fuck Adults Who Chose Children to Fight Their War For Them and Fuck Hawk Moth For Putting Them In This Position In The First Place. 

You know what. Just to clear all his bases - Fuck Everyone But The Dupain-Chengs. 

Chat couldn’t help but shrug, not quite knowing what to say to that. “Life is a bitch, I’ve come to find out. But enough of that. Why were you running on rooftops anyway?”

“It calms me down.”

Relatable. 

“Is...Is your tail moving?” 

“Huh?” He looked behind him to see his tail was indeed moving lazily. “Yeah. I’m called Chat Noir for a reason.”

“May I touch them?” Chat was used to people (usually kids) pulling on his tail to see if it was real (It was). And it really hurts because they usually rough. Not that he blames them. Kids don’t know any better. Still, he usually says no when people ask. 

But Hot-And-Sexy had such a sincere expression that he said yes. To his surprise and delight, Hot-And-Sexy was extremely gentle (Can this guy be anymore perfect?) and it felt nice to be petted like that. Curse his touch-starvation (again Fuck you Dad).

Hot-And-Sexy was apparently fascinated by his ears and tail. 

“Are you a meta?” He noticed how Hot-And-Sexy’s voice turned softer and fonder (or was he imagining that?).

“Nah. I’m fully human. I just got powers to transform into this.” He looked down at his phone seeing that the time was nearing 2 am.

“Have you suffered any injuries from your stupid stunt?” 

“Hmm?” Chat looked back at him before gesturing to his body. “Don’t worry. I may not look like it but I can take it.”

He can practically feel Hot-And-Sexy rolling his eyes. “What an utter dolt.” 

But there wasn’t any heat behind it so he didn’t take it to heart. 

“Thanks, babe.” 

“That was an insult.”

“And I’m taking it like a compliment.”

Chat stood up and stretched his limbs. Hot-And-Sexy doing the same but dusting off his clothes instead.

“So, uh, need any help getting home?”

“I am perfectly capable of finding my own way, thanks.” 

“Ok. Have a nice night.” He was about to leave when he was caught off guard by Hot-And-Sexy staring at him for a good few seconds, making his limbs freeze in place at the heavy attention.

Before he said. “You should try contacting the Batfamily in Gotham about Hawk Moth. They’re used to dealing with weird things. I’m sure they won’t turn you or Ladybug away.” 

Chat was a bit distracted by how intensely those green eyes focused on him, making his heart beat faster and his cheeks turn a vibrant red. 

He was so screwed. 

He used his baton to shoot himself up so he can run on rooftops, hurrying to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. 

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“Mari! I think I’m gay!”

“It’s 2 in the morning, Chaton. Go to sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning.” 

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After a good night’s rest (and thank everything that was right in the world that today was a weekend), Adrien told Mari all about Hot-And-Sexy. And yes, he did call the stranger that out loud. His everything-that-actually-matters sister simply took it in stride after giggling a bit. They spent the majority of the day discussing emotions and everything that came with that bundle. 

Before he finally came to a conclusion. 

He is definitely gay (He liked girls but not like like them). And most definitely had a crush on Hot-And-Sexy with the pretty green eyes. 

Good news: He is no longer having a sexuality crisis. 

Bad news: He is going through an emotional crisis. 

Like dealing with these feelings that is making his stomach flip flop over and over again? The only one he ever had to deal with was the one he had on Ladybug and that (he talked with Mari about it months before. She was amazing with these emotional matters) was more of a hero-worship crush than anything really romantic. 

And his crush on Hot-And-Sexy was so much more. 

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So it’s been about 2 weeks since he encountered Hot-And-Sexy. And he still haven’t figured out what else to call him. But the nickname was growing on him. 

(He also told Mari about asking the Batfam for help but she was a bit apprehensive after the disastrous attempts of convincing the Justice League. He shrugged, trusting her opinion and left it at that) 

Anyway, Lila was being her usual bitchy self. Father was being non-existent like always. Mari was his only source of sanity at school. And Hawk Moth was being a bitch. 

Because of course, the day before they have a huge test, he decides to akumatize someone (in this case, a businessman who was really unhappy with getting fired) and cut in on study time. And this akuma took a while to defeat. Guess he drew a lot of strength from his burning hatred of the failings of the corporate world. 

And just yesterday, a teenager who was upset at being grounded got akumatized and terrorized the city for 3 hours before Ladybug could purify her. It did however confirmed her fears. Hawk Moth was getting stronger. It took longer to defeat his monsters. They needed to find him and ended this fast. 

Adrien landed on Mari’s balcony and slipped in her room, crashing on her big comfy bed, de-transforming on the spot. Plagg sleepily floating and laying next to him on the pillow. He was so tired. And photo shoots and school drama were not helping things.

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For the record, he was not at all expecting to see Hot-And-Sexy in a bookstore of all places. 

He was so engrossed in looking through the latest Boku no Hero Academia manga (can’t wait until Season 5 comes out) that when someone touched his shoulder, he was not proud to admit he squeaked a bit.

He turned around and his eyes widened his surprise. 

“Hot-And-Sexy!” 

It was indeed the Adonis Adrien had a huge crush on. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt paired with a blue denim jacket and black ripped jeans. Wow. He really can make anything look hot.

No. Bad Adrien. Don’t let him know you actually have a crush on him.

And oh fuck. Hot-And-Sexy was staring at the blonde and Adrien tried not to let himself get flustered. He has a very intense stare. For all he knew, Hot-And-Sexy stares at everyone like that.

Calm the fuck down, heart. You too brain.

He raised a handsome eyebrow in amusement. “Excuse me?”

Adrien felt himself burn with embarrassment, his face turning bright scarlet. No wonder he was fit for the unlucky miraculous or was this just a side-effect? Note to self, ask Mari about this later. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t get your name last time. And I just started calling you that in my head. Cause you’re really hot and you have pretty eyes.”

Fuck mouth! Why won’t you stop talking! Please for the love of everything that makes Mari a BAMF stop. Stop digging further into the hole of embarrassment! Abort mission! Abort!

“When did we meet?”

At that, he blink a few times. Oh fuck. He was not Superhero Chat Noir. He was Civilian Adrien Agreste. Mari was definitely murdering his dumbass tonight. Lightning please strike him down right now. Where was an unlucky lightning strike when you need it?

After a few seconds of his horrified silence, Hot-And-Sexy chuckled (he had such a nice laugh). “You are extremely lucky I already figured out your alter ego beforehand, Chaton.”

Before Adrien could even unwrap that statement, he held out a hand and had a dangerously sexy smirk on his face. “My name is Damian Wayne. Would you care to get a cup of coffee with me?”

And Adrien nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. He can deal with the superhero thing later when he can think straight (hah!) and is not distracted by Damian’s beautiful smile and alluring green eyes and perfect everything.

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Guess what?

Ya Boi got game.

(At least, he likes to think he does)

After a successful coffee date (was it a date? Please let it be a date), they exchanged numbers (cue internal squealing) and met up a few times afterward to hang out.

Apparently, Dami was here on business to deal with something for Wayne Enterprises.

“Aren’t you 17?”

“Father believes in preparing us when we’re young.”

Dami was amazingly sweet. Arrogant and pretentious with a stick up his ass but sweet. He treats stray animals with such reverence that Adrien’s heart melt every time he sees it.

It was an added bonus when Damian scorned Lila with cruel words and disgusted looks when she tried to cut in Adrien and Dami’s date(?)/meetup(?)/spending-time-together event.

She cried and whined afterwards and Adrien has to endure his father’s lecture. But it was totally worth it.

Oh yeah. Mari was not pleased that he accidentally outed himself to a civilian. But nothing that a couple of sad kitty eyes can’t fix.

“You are so lucky you’re cute, kitty-cat.” Mari grumbled but she was smiling. “I just need to have a good talk with him on the importance of secrecy.”

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That day Damian Wayne learned to fear a certain Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

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It was 2 weeks later when Adrien woke up to a package next to his futon in Mari’s room. When he opened it, he saw the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous inside.

There was a card beneath it. And in beautiful cursive script read: 

I dearly hope you enjoy my courting gift, mon amour. Allow me the honor to formally ask you out on a date. I look forward to hearing favorably from you soon.

- Damian Wayne

He couldn’t believe it.

“Mari! Damian likes me back!”

“Chaton, I swear. It is 2 in the morning.”

Next

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“i can hold the world in my hands”

A/N: I had this idea and I wanted to write it for all the Dorm Leaders! I tried to pour a lot of love into these, so I hope that comes across properly! Here we go~ Please enjoy!

Edit--additional pieces: ver i (this), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),ver iii (jamil), ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

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It was during another one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday Parties. You were sat right next to Riddle, as you stirred a teaspoon in your tea. You giggled at the way Ace and Grimm messed around, while Deuce tried to stop them--only to be pulled into it. Cater laughed happily, the way he held his phone could only mean he probably filmed everything. Trey sat across you, a familiar smirk crawling up his lips as everyone enjoyed themselves. 

You decided to take a peak at Riddle, only to notice that he had a terrible scowl on his face. You frowned, in turn, ‘I wonder what happened?’ His face was steadily becoming red, ‘Uh-oh’ you frantically thought of a way to distract him before everyone else caught onto his bad mood, and you had a little ‘Aha!’ moment as you realized one thing you could do.  “Riddle~” His sharp gray eyes barely glanced your way, his gaze still focused on the chaos caused by Ace, Deuce and Grimm.  “What is it?” He asked, his brow twitched, his grip on his staff tightened.  “Did you know? I know how to hold the world in my hands.”   “Ohoh?” Riddle scoffed, “As far as I know, the world is too big to do that. That is impossible even with mag--” as he turned to face you, you quickly reached towards him, and placed both of your hands on either of his cheeks. Riddle paused as he met your gaze.  “See? I’m holding the world in my hands.” You smiled, all cheeky.  Riddle stared at you, his expressions told you his emotions. The furrowed brows meant he was confused, the way his eyes squinted told you he was trying to recall something--and the way his eyes jolted wide told you he understood what you were trying to say. You smiled, and he flushed a pretty shade of red. ‘That’s better!’  “You--what--how--”  he sputtered in response. 

You gently pressed against his cheeks, and he raised one of his own, to twine your fingers. ‘My world’ you tried to convey this with your eyes, with your touch. His eyes softened very quickly, and you were ready to claim victory when--

“Awww! How cute!” You hear Cater’s happy voice, “I got that live!”   “Ewww! What was that?” Grimm’s disgusted voice reached you too, while Ace laughed and Deuce bawled over how cute it was. You turned your head, only to meet Trey’s gaze. His smirk widened, and your cheeks flush red at the realization that the whole of Heartslabyul was paying attention.  In your hands, Riddle began trembling. You turned your head back to him quickly, only to notice that he was no longer a pretty shade of red. He was a furious shade of red. “Oh... oh dear...”   “[OFF WITH YOUR HEAD]!” Riddle leapt up, and pointed his staff at Cater, who yelped and hid behind Deuce--which led him to get hit with the spell instead. “Senior Cater!” Deuce shrieked, and the whole party descended into madness--as Cater, Ace and Grimm rapidly retreated behind other members, or behind the tables.  “Ah... I wasn’t off much help...” you laughed nervously, “in the end he didn’t calm down.”   “Nonsense.” Across you, Trey rested his chin on the back of his hand, and shot you a friendly smirk. “He’s in a much better mood.” You looked forward to see the way Riddle had caught Cater, Ace, Deuce and Grimm. They were all kneeling in front of him as he began a sermon. 

‘T-that’s a better mood?’ you couldn’t help but wonder, as sweat dripped down your temple. Riddle glanced at you over his shoulder, and the way he quickly averted his gaze told you everything. 

You laughed softly.  “I guess it is~”

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It was rare for Leona to be in a good mood. In fact, you figured he’s probably never in a good mood. Whatever he was feeling--it was always between very bad mood to just lazy bad mood--with lazy bad mood being the best time to approach him about anything. You were pretty good at figuring out where he was on the scale of bad moods, and you often coordinated with Ruggie on updating his “Leona’s Bad Mood Scale”.  So, the moment you caught sight of how his ears and whole face twitched, the grip he had on his biceps, and how his tail was thumping in a certain beat--your eyes immediately darted around the Garden, in search for possible explanations for his mood. ‘No sign of anything that could’ve upset him.’  Now normally, whenever he was upset, you tried to cheer him up--sometimes with lame jokes, or ear scratches--he’ll deny it, but it always calms him down. However, he looked to be in a very very bad mood. The ear scratches won’t work. ‘He’s likely to scratch me first.’ You think wryly. 

This seemed to be a level that doesn’t currently exist on the “Leona’s Bad Mood Scale”. ‘Huh... I guess it’s time to update that again.’ You make a mental note to tell Ruggie, before you bounced right over into Leona’s line of sight. When he caught sight of you, you noticed how thin his pupils were. His lips pulled back to reveal his teeth as he snarled.  “I’m not in the mood herbivore.” 

“but Leona, you never are.” you pointed out not-so-innocently, and his scowl became even more severe. ‘Ah... he really looks like a grumpy cat.’  You fixed your expression quickly before he realized you were thinking about how much he looked like your pet cat-- ‘Now, what can I say--?’ 

“Hey Leona~ I learnt how to do something today~” you bent down, your arms rested on top of your knees as you balanced yourself on the balls of your feet.  “I said I’m not interested.”  “I learnt how to hold the world in my hands~” you hummed, and his eyes narrowed.  “Haah? Are you an idiot? You can’t hold the world in your hands”  he snorted in response, that is, until he feels your hands cup his cheeks.  “There.” Your eyes shined with genuine affection, as you brushed you hands across his cheeks. “I’m holding the world in my hands.”  The way your eyes met his own without fear, but just... concern... and--could he say it?... no he couldn’t even think of it. Your actions--so filled with care--unknotted his tense shoulders, and loosened his tight grip on his arms.  “You--” damned herbivore. He sighed very deeply, his eyes sliding shut. Somehow--you always managed to make him lose all the anger brewing just beneath his skin. For some reason--the way you looked at him made nothing else matter. For some reason--you were still looking at him--you were still seeing him.  His ears dipped down, and his tail slowed, then relaxed. His whole expression smoothened, and you noticed just the slightest flush of red on his cheeks ‘Aha! Success!’ Then his eyes flashed open. “Eep!”   You blinked wearily at the bright light coming from the midday sun, until Leona’s figure covered it up. He had one hand snake up your leg, and you feel your face flush.  “Leona!” you squeaked as you tried to grab his hand with your hand, only for him to easily grab yours in turn, and press them above your head. He raised the wrist of his other hand to his face, and used his mouth to tug the button open.  “You don’t say things like that and expect nothing coming from me, herbivore.” he chuckled, and gave you a smirk that made you breathless, “be prepared~” 

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“Oya.” you’re greeted by the sweetly smiling Leech brother, Jade. “If it isn’t the Prefect. Here to visit Azul?” You flushed at how quickly he figured you out, but Jade’s smile only widened into a knowing one.  “Yes please. Where is he?”  “He’s in the VIP Room.” He quickly noticed the look on your face, so Jade added “Don’t worry. He’s not meeting with a client, he’s just sorting out some paperwork. You can go right ahead.”  “Jade... are you sure you’re not a mind reader?” You exhaled, and Jade chuckled softly.  “Oh my... I am simply one hell of an assistant.”  He pressed a gloved hand over his chest, “well then, do go on. I doubt you’ll make it to Azul if Floyd spots you first.”  “Thank you Jade!~” you skipped off, as you easily ducked past Octavinelle students on your way to the VIP room. When you get there, you knocked on the door, only to hear a disgruntled noise from the other side. When you peek into the room, your eyes meet with Azul’s, from behind a stack of paperwork. He blinked once in surprise, before a pleasant smile curled up his lips.  “I didn’t think you’d be visiting.” He motioned for you to come in, which you did after firmly shutting the door.  “Yeah well, you’ve been busy so I thought I should just drop in and... get a few minutes with you?” your voice trailed off uncertainly as his smile dropped, and his gaze shifted back to his paperwork. “I’d like to finish this.” he decided, “give me a moment?”  “Sure.” was barely out of your mouth, before Azul tuned you out and refocused on the papers. Knowing that when Azul said a moment, he actually meant longer, you thought you should just make yourself comfortable across the couches. You sat down, and instantly grabbed a sea salt chocolate from the platter before you. Normally this wasn’t here, but it was something Jade would put whenever he knew you would be coming to visit Azul. Knowing how easily distracted Azul was by his paperwork, you’ve spent a lot of time just sitting here and doing--mostly nothing--until Floyd comes in to kidnap you. 

However, you didn’t really want to leave Azul. You crossed your legs, placed your elbow on your thigh as you leant forward, and cupped your own cheek with your hand. You watched as Azul quietly got absorbed into his work. Just watching him made your heart fill with love, he was beautiful. He always was, but there was just... something about him, when he worked... when he was most confident--and at peace--he was truly something to look at.  ‘And aren’t I just the luckiest, to call him, mine?’ you think to yourself, giddy--as a goofy smile spread across your lips. You might’ve started dating some time ago, but this was the love story of your dreams--nothing could compare, and you’re sure that every moment you share together will be heartrending. ‘I wonder...’  

Your fingers twitch against your cheek, and you blink in realization. Azul’s eyes scanned through the document as fast as he could. While he wasn’t aware enough to realize you were staring at him rather mischievously--he was distinctly aware of your presence, and how close you were to him. You had both been extremely busy. The Headmaster had asked you to look into some matter, while he had got a flood of paperwork regarding Mostro Lounge’s new products. He could feel his heart pound the closer he got to finishing his work. Every paper added to the finished pile, was a second closer to spending time with you.  “Azul~” he yelped as he felt you whisper into his ear, your breath tickled him, and made him flinch. He looked up at you with a beet red face.  “Don’t surprise me like that!” He frantically looked away, as he pretended to be concerned about his paperwork--but really, he could feel the warmth on his cheeks, and he wanted to calm down. He wanted to be cool and collected around you after all. Curse this human body! He had such a difficult time controlling his emotions-- “I don’t really want to spend anymore time on this--”   “Azul~ Did you know, I can hold the world in my hands?”   “Eh? Did you have such an ability?” He turned to look up at you, interested in what you had to say, that is until--he felt your warm hands cup his cheeks gently.  “Like this~ I can hold the world when I do this.” Your eyes crinkled, and your smile was bright and Azul very much wanted to immortalize this moment. That is until your words finally sunk in and any work he tried to think up of, to cool down, didn’t help.  Azul’s face turned bright red, and you would normally be very happy at the fact that he looked pretty pleased too--that is until he blinked rapidly, his eyes getting wet behind his glasses, and the tears began to slide down--  “Oh no, Azul!” you leant down to press a kiss against his tears, and apparently Azul couldn’t handle it anymore. One moment, he was seated in front of you--and in the next moment he disappeared. “Wait, Azul?” you turned your head in confusion, only to see a large, black pot in the corner of the office that you swear wasn’t there before. It was shaking intensely, and you could see tentacles retreating into it.  ‘No way...’ with your mouth falling agape, you also couldn’t help but think ‘how cute! Azul is the cutest!’   “Azul! Is this your octopus pot? It’s so cute! You’re so cute!”  “Stop it!” The pot shook as Azul wailed from inside, “stop it! I can’t calm down!”   “No! It really is cute! Azul! You’re so amazing!” He let out a high pitched sound, but unfortunately for him, you just kept throwing praises despite his desperate begging for you to stop.  This is how the Leech twins find you and Azul. Floyd laughed and Jade smirked when you sheepishly explained what happened to their esteemed leader, which led to another whole round of gentle teasing, with Azul yelling that “I’m never leaving this pot!” 

The three of you take another whole hour to coax your beloved octopus out of the pot and into your arms again. 

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"That was amazing Kalim!” you clapped your hands at another successful parade. Kalim beamed at you brightly.  “Right? I’m glad you enjoyed it!” Kalim laughed heartily, and you could feel yourself warm at the brilliance of his smile. 

‘Kalim... you know you...’  

If there was someone who has genuinely helped you smile throughout your time in Twisted Wonderland--it would be no one other than Kalim. He was just so... vibrant. Around him--it was easy to forget how worried you were about your family, friends, your own situation. All of that falls away when faced with Kalim’s genuine good cheer and positivity. 

‘That’s why... if I could do something...’ 

“Hey, Kalim?”  

“Hrm?” He looked at you, and you felt your heart melt when you see the way his cheeks puffed up from the food he had eaten (and an idea shapes in your mind at seeing his cheeks). He swallowed, tilting his head, and blinking his bright red eyes at you. ‘Hohhhh my god he’s so adorable...’ “What is it?”  

“You know...” you smiled at him, heart pounding at the thought of what you were about to do. “I can hold the world in my hands.” His eyes sparkled in interest.

“Oooh! Can you? Can you really? Can you do it right now?”  “Sure I can show you.” With that Kalim focused on you, and you couldn’t help giggle when you noticed a single crumb of bread on his cheek. You reached forward, cupped his face, while gently brushing the crumb of bread off of his cheek. He blinked at you in response. 

“Ah... weren’t you going to show me how to hold the world?” 

“Yeah.” your eyes automatically softened at that. “I’m doing it right now.” It takes a second for it to sink in--and you know when it does because the most dazzling smile appears on Kalim’s face. “Awww...” He places his hands above yours, and laces your fingers together. He briefly squeezes your fingers in his own palm, before just as quickly as he held your hands--he reached forward and cupped your cheeks as well. 

“Now, I’m holding my world too.”  He says, in that sweet, cheerful way he does--unaware of how quickly your heart raced at his action. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and your hands slip off his face, only to cover your own.

“Ah? Is something wrong?”  

“You’re so unfair Kalim...” you squeaked, “you weren’t supposed to respond like that!” 

“What? Why?” he frowned, as he tried to peer at your face. “Why can’t I tell you the truth? That you are my world as well?” 

“That’s because I wanted to do something for you! Not the other way around!”  you groaned. 

“Ahaha! But you did make me happy!” Kalim clutched your hands, and pulled it from your face so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “It makes me even happier that I can tell you--being here, right now... it’s the most wondrous place for you and me.”  

You flushed, pleased.

EXTRA:

“Disgusting.” Jamil declared, his face twisted as he watched the adoring couple from several steps away. He couldn’t hold it for long however, and his lips curled as he watched how happy they were. 

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Vil was used to praise. 

He was a model after all. You’d seen the way he reacted to praise. When he’s told how beautiful or handsome he is--he would huff, pleased, with his head tilted back slightly, and then he’d say in a ‘tell-me-something-I-don’t-know’ tone “Yes I am.” 

So here you were, figuring out the best way to convey how much you loved him. 

He wasn’t a very physically affectionate person, not even in private. He was just used to looking super amazing all the time--that physical affection can sometimes get in the way of that. Out of respect for his craft, you tried not to be too handsy. 

Through the mirror, Vil meets your gaze underneath long, pale lashes. His lips curl in a delighted smile. 

‘Beautiful.’ You think, ‘And I am so very lucky.’   “Dear one, I know I am beautiful, but you have been staring for quite awhile.” He raised a fine brow. “Is something on your mind?” 

“Oh it’s nothing.” You said, a little absentmindedly. 

“Ohoh? And I’d think if I was on your mind... I wouldn’t be nothing.” He turned his head to look at you, his blonde-lavender hair brushing his shoulders elegantly at his sudden movement.   

“I’m just trying to figure something out.” you murmured softly, as you come closer. Vil turns back to the mirror in response, as he gently begins to fix his hair. You study the way he delicately braids his hair around the crown. 

“I’m all ears, dear one.” he said softly, as he studied himself in the mirror. “What do you think?”  

“Beautiful as ever, of course.”  you said, and he shot you a winning smile--the same sort of smile he’d give a fan. ‘What can I say to him I wonder?’ 

“Hey Vil.” 

“Mhm?” 

“Did you know, that you can hold the world in your hands?” He peers up at you curiously. 

“Are we looking at this metaphorically or literally?” He arched a brow, “because--for example, I can say I hold the world in my hands because of my job as a model.”  

“I mean, I guess you can look at it like that!” You giggle softly, “but no, I mean--literally.” He looks at you curiously.

“Oh? Do tell.” He was about to return to looking at himself in the mirror, when he felt your hands brush his fringe back, and your fingers tremble gently against his jawline. He meets your gaze again, and there’s a certain raw... emotion there that makes him pause. 

“See Vil?” you whisper oh so gently. “I’m holding the world in my hands.” 

His eyes widened briefly at that, before they slide shut, and he tilts his head to press it against your warm hands. Your hands flinch briefly, and his heart flutters--you truly did understand him--you understood how important his job was to him. You didn’t dismiss it as an extreme form of vanity.  You saw it as a part of him, and peacefully just accepted it. 

“Is that what you were thinking about?” He turned his head to press a kiss onto your wrist--where he can feel your pulse rise, his lipstick leaving a stain behind. 

“Yeah. I just really wanted you to know how important you were to me.” You smiled, and he squeezes your hand in turn. 

“Well dear one, I want you to know one thing.” He reaches forward, and strokes your cheek. “You’re very important to me too, so much more than my make up. So I won’t mind this--” he presses your hand against his cheek again. “from time to time, alright?”  Your eyes glitter, and he smiles because he nailed exactly what you wanted to get from this.

“Mhm!” 

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You pouted as you stared at Idia, who was busy coding a new virtual world program. You had gone to the Ignihyde Dorm in the hopes of spending time with your beau, but instead he was distracted by another virtual world.

I mean--no doubt, he was the cutest, especially when he was super fired up doing something. You once saw him doing his idol dance--and it was just so cute. Even if he desperately begged you to forget it, you kept it as treasured memory. 

“It’s almost done! I can almost hold it in my hands!” he huffed underneath his breath as his tapping intensifies.

‘World... hands...’ An idea comes to mind, and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. 

“You know Idia, I can hold the world in my hands.”  

“That’s nice.”  He said, absolutely not hearing you at all. You huffed, before moving closer. 

“Idia.” His rapid tapping continues on, and so does his muttering. So you do the only thing you can do. With great effort, you slink your way under one arm, and pop right in between his arms. 

“Gah! You--! You were here?” Idia gaped up at you, and you sweat dropped in response. 

‘Unbelievable. He was the one who told me to come in when I knocked earlier, and he didn’t even realize it was me?’ You pouted for a second before, you shook your head. Meanwhile, Idia’s face turned pink when he realized how close you were, so he rolled his chair backwards to make more space in between you two. 

“That’s right. I’m here. You’ve been ignoring me Idia.” Idia squawked in surprise. 

“I--uh! I didn’t mean too? I’m sorry?” Idia shifted his head from side to side. “But wait--I need to finish this thing-! I’m almost done! I can physically feel this new world in my hands! It’s going to be e p i c!” 

“Listen to me first! This will only take a moment!” Idia blinked warily, before he nodded.

“I can hold the world in my hands.” Idia squinted at your hands in response. Not seeing anything, he assumes you mean you can code too? His eyes widened at that and he rapidly looked up to your face. 

“Wait, you can code too?”  Then he yelped when your hands cupped his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at his completely gobsmacked expression.

“Tada!~ I’m holding the world in my hands~”

Idia stared at you, frozen, as your words replayed in his head. 

“Idia?” 

‘I’m holding the world in my hands’ 

“Um... hello? Babe are you there?” 

‘holding the world in my hands’ 

“Idia? Hey...” 

‘the world in my hands’

“Hey--you’re worrying me?” 

‘So I just unlock a super important scene wherein the absolute waibando* character just confessed to the mc?’ 

“Hello? Idia.exe?”

‘Hang on Idia, this wasn’t just any waibando character to an mc.’ 

‘Ah. That’s right. They said it to me’ Idia thought, ‘Which means they’re directly telling me that I’m their world.’  Idia nodded to himself, ‘GG. Cool I figured it out.’  

Then it finally, actually dawned on Idia and he promptly combusted into brilliant pink flames.   

“Oh no! Idia!” You yelled, at which point Ortho comes running into the room.

“What happened--oh no!” at the sight of his brother on fire, Ortho adjusted his hand, and blasted his brother with his fire extinguisher function. 

“Luckily brother installed this system to me.” Ortho says, in a very bright tone, and you only sweat dropped in response as Idia yells about “critical hits.”  

--

[*] waibando - a term created by my friend, Val, that combines waifu and husbando which she uses to refer to her favourite characters. because i wanted to maintain gender neutrality, i decided to use waibando instead of specifically waifu or husbando. this can be used interchangeably with husbaifu. credits to my friend, haha, I asked her for permission to use it here~ 

“Woah! So you can do all of that, Bright Eyes?”

Malleus hummed in response, “Indeed I can, little one.” 

The two of you were taking one of your nightly walks around the Ramshackle Dorm, your arm linked around one of his. (Let it be known, that unknown to you--Sebek, Silver and Lilia were actually stalking you several bushes away. It was only Malleus’s occasional dark glare in their direction that kept Sebek away.) 

“Is there anything you can’t do?” You tilt your head as you look at your incredibly tall companion. 

“With magic? Nothing. I have long mastered every single spell.” He shrugged his shoulders in disinterest. Magic was... far from impressive. He didn’t really see it as extraordinary. The only reason he was still speaking about it, was because of that glitter of interest in your eyes. He finds that spark in your eyes fascinating, and he had no qualms in teaching you more. After all, who else is better suited to such a task?

“Well... there has to be something...” you put a finger to your lip in deep thought, and he finds it amusing that you thought such a thing could exist. (In the bushes, Sebek staggers upright to yell a ‘HOW DARE--’ but he’s quickly dragged back, out of sight by Silver and Lilia when they see Malleus’s shoulder twitch in response). When you snap your fingers, Malleus turns his gaze back to you, as you pull away from him briefly.

“I figured it out! The one thing you can’t do~”

“Ohoh? Pray tell what is it?” Malleus tilted his head, and you’re briefly distracted by how pretty he is under moonshine and starlight. “Little one?” 

“Ah yeah! Sorry!” you laugh, and he arched his brow, having a very good idea as to what had gotten you distracted. You were never never very quiet with what you thought--it was fascinating, how much he could read from your expressions. 

“You can’t hold the world.” This time, when Malleus raised a brow, it’s in bemusement. 

“I am certain nobody can do that, little one.”  

“Ah-ah-ah~” You move your finger from side to side, like a metronome. “But I can.” you cupped your hands together. “Take a look... I will hold the world in one... two...” you look up to notice he was still standing completely upright.

‘Well... that won’t do... Can’t reach him.’ 

“Come on Bright Eyes!” you laugh. “You won’t see it if you’re so far away.” You gesture for him to draw closer. He obliges, patiently, as he leans forward to inspect your palms.

“I will hold the world in one... two...” Malleus blinked, “and three~”

Your hands are gently cupping his face, as you grin up at him. 

‘Ah.’ Malleus realized what you were trying to say, and he chuckled softly. 

“Aren’t you simply... amazing.” he murmured gently, as he reached down to pat you on the head. “You continue to surprise me, little one. To think I thought nothing else could do so.” 

“Hehe...” you blushed at his praise, and as you drew your hands back, he grasped onto one, and pressed a kiss against the back of your hands. Your blush brightened at the gesture and he smiled fondly.

‘Little do you know...’ Malleus mused, as you tugged him to continue walking. ‘Someone who holds as much power as I... can destroy the world.’ He glanced at your bright smile, and happy countenance--having not a single ounce of fear for him, despite knowing who he was. ‘Perhaps you do hold the fate of the world in your hands, little one.’  

Extra:

“Sebek... are you okay?” 

“Hnggh!” Sebek bit the handkerchief, and tugged. ‘I wish I could’ve told Lord Malleus he was my world first!’ 

“Ignore him Silver.” 

“Ah...” 

[lilxberry]

Lost Then Found - Bofur

Requested By: @prestongoodplayisbabey​

Could I have a Bofur x reader where the reader gets lost (she’s part of the company) and when Bofur and the rest find her she’s eating a bear she caught with her own hands? I loved ur fic for @iwazoomingouttahere 💕

It’s probably a little different to what you were expecting but who doesn’t love a surprise amiright?! Also, I’m really glad that you liked the other fic so much that you wanted to request something for yourself so I hope that you like it

Warnings: A lil bit sad, wouldn’t say angsty though. Fluff. Mentions of death (animal). Mentions of blood. Mentions Bofur without his hat lmao. I think that’s it, don’t quote me on that.

Words: 2,713

Pairings: Bofur x Reader (female reader)

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It was definitely NOT your fault when you had become separated from the company. Everyone takes a wrong turn occasionally and loses the entire group they were travelling with. Right? It’s not like you heard a strange noise a bit away and went to investigate and when you returned, you found that they pressed on without you. If anything, it’s THEIR fault you were now separated from you. The big knuckleheads are completely oblivious sometimes. Anywho, that isn’t the point. It most certainly, definitely, absolutely WASN’T your fault.

Honestly, you actually had no clue in which direction they took off in but nevertheless, you followed your gut. They’re quite the noisy bunch so it shouldn’t be too hard to find them if you were on the right track. So, when you hear no rowdy group of 13 dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard, you deducted that you either went the wrong way of they finally learnt the meaning of the word silence.

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You huffed as you sat down on the damp ground as you were surrounded by forestry. The towering trees and shrubbery provided great cover for when you slept alone at night. You brought your knapsack that contained your bedroll over to your side where you rested against the mossy tree. You wrestle your bedroll from its confinement within your sack and roll it out, ready for when you rest when it gets darker.

As you finish up sorting your sleeping arrangement, you turned and looked at the slight clearing which you’ve chosen to set up camp before groaning slightly and setting out ready to find whatever you could for kindling the fire you plan to build. You set out slightly away from where you’ve set up your bedroll and knapsack and begin searching the ground for anything that isn’t to damp and will burn.

All you can think about as you collect fuel for your campfire is of the company, more specifically, a certain dwarf who had captured your heart with his whittling, singing and goofy hat that never leaves his head. You sigh, wondering if he even cared that you had disappeared, if any of them cared really. You had been separated for almost a week, surely, they noticed at least.

You shake your head. ‘Of course, they care.’ You groaned as you realised you practically came to a standstill as your mind wandered instead of doing what you intended on doing so. You look at the singular stick within your hand and huff. “It’s gonna be a long night…”

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Bofur’s mood had been off lately, everyone could tell, especially his brother and cousin. They all dearly missed Y/N and were concerned about where she is now and whether she is safe, but it’s Bofur who’s losing his mind over his missing One.

Bofur knew the moment he first laid on the girl that she was his One, he almost instantly confided in his brother and cousin about the subject. He even asked Balins’ ear off over what he should do. He loved how Y/N’s smile always happened to brighten up his day, or how her laugh could lure any man for it was easily mistakable for a sirens call.

He even loved how she was the only person to truly make him flush a deep red. She matched him perfectly when it came to humour, making him flush when a sarcastic, dirty joke passed her lips.

The dwarf sighed as he sat himself down on a log beside his cousin and the young princes’. The three all shared a concerned look towards each other then turned their gaze towards the love stricken, hat wearing whittler.

“Don’t worry Bofur, we’ll find her.” Fíli spoke, placing a comforting hand atop his companions’ shoulder, offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah. She’s probably right on our ass knowing her.” Kíli joked, attempting to lighten the mood. Bofur could only offer a solemn shrug and a smile that couldn’t meet his eyes. The brothers turned to Bifur, hoping he would know what to say.

Bifur shook his head and shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly before looking towards his cousin and offering him the most comforting of smiles he could muster up. “We will find her soon. I promise cousin. We will find your One.”

Bofurs’ smile a tad bit more genuine at his cousins’ words. He sat up that little bit straighter before standing and facing towards Bombur who stood near the campfire. “I’m gonna see if Bombur needs help lads, thanks.” And with that, he slugged his way over, looking down towards the ground and sighing out deeply.

“Where the bloody hell are ya, lass…”

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You head away from your camp and towards the deeper parts of the woods, ready to hunt for your meal. Crouching low to the ground, you spot small tracks, a rabbit most likely. You slowly and quietly followed the small tracks, hoping to come across meat for your food.

A small crackle within the bushes before you forced you to snap your head up. You smiled victoriously as you raised your bow and arrow, steadying your breathing, bringing your elbow back past your ear, forcing you to stare down the length of the piercing wood with a steel pointed head. ‘Got you, ya bastard.’

Just before you released your arrow to send the arrow piercing through the air, the small rabbit emerged from behind the bush, standing on its hind legs, revealing itself as not a small rabbit like you intended to find but a large, burly bear covered in a dark, fur coat.

You fell backwards from your crouched position on to your behind, clamping a hand over your mouth, your breathing becoming increasingly heavier, almost hyperventilating. Your eyes were wide with fear as the bear raised its snout into the air and sniffs, almost as if it were searching for you. You slowly crawled away backwards, putting some distance between you and the beast.

Your efforts had practically been futile.

The bear whipped its head towards you in a flash, staring at you for moment, a moment where you could only hold your breath and pray to whatever God could hear you. The beast released a loud, ground shaking roar, a heavy growl underlining it before it burst out into a run towards you. You scrambled to stand quickly and take lengthy steps back as you drew your sword, unsheathing it from its position at your hip, your bow and arrow long forgotten on the dirt ground.

It lunges towards you and you let a piercing scream tear its way through your throat. You drove your sword up into the chest cavity of the beast as it fell down from the force of its attack, impaling the beast on to your weapon.

It bawled out and whimpered in pain as it laid dying atop of your smaller form. You struggled to worm yourself out from underneath the beast and laid yourself beside it, sprawled out like a starfish and chest heaving heavily as your tried to catch your breath. “I’m sorry…” you whispered to the bear, a tear escaping from the corner of your eye.

You rolled on to your side and slowly came to a stand. You retrieved your dagger from your belt and stepped closer to the corpse. Embedding the blade into the bear, you began to skin and salvage any possible meat from the beast, your body quickly being covered in the luke-warm crimson liquid.

“I’m so, so sorry…”

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The company had sat around the fire, eating whatever Bombur had been able to form into an appetising broth when they heard the loud roar of a beast. They all momentarily paused, all either halting their chewing or stilling the movement of the spoon coming closer to their mouths.

Their eyes travelled along each other as they sat a few moments in silence, some slowly lowering their bowls down, cautious if any over the few decibels they were making would draw whatever it was to them. But once they heard the feminine scream moments after, they jumped up and raced towards whatever they hoped to find.

Everyone was hopeful that it was their missing lass, all the while they wished it weren’t. The scream could never be a good sign. Bofur was the first to spring to action and burst through the treelines to head deeper into the woodland. All he could think is that his One could be in danger and he isn’t with her to protect her.

The others followed suit, rushing towards whatever it was. They dodged and weaved through trees and climbed over and under branched and roots. They ran and ran until they came across the carcass of a bear, a large one at that. It was partially missing some fur along with most of the meat that once encased its bones.

They searched the area, high and low. As Kíli crouched low towards the ground, he noticed the strange disturbances the ground had gone through. He assumed it was that of someone shuffling backwards in a vulnerable state. He brought the scuffle evident in the dirt to Thorins’ and the companies attention.

They backtracked the marks in the dirt and found where they had started, near a bush. They continued to search but one discovery had sent everyone into a state of panic and fear. Your bow and a singular arrow.

“She must’ve been here. You cannot deny it is hers!”

Finding your own tracks that came from your boots hadn’t been difficult to do. So, with that, they hastily followed your footprints, double and triple checking they were on the right track. A million thoughts whirled through their heads. What had happened? Were you alright? Had you been injured?

Bofur felt an array of emotions as he tailed the company, perplexed about what he had hoped to find. He so desperately hoped it was you, but what if they found you in a condition they so desperately didn’t want to come across. What he didn’t want to come across. He would never forgive himself if you had been injured or worse, never forgiving himself for not being able to protect you. His woman, his One.

He prayed to Mahal all throughout their search for you and soon, he found his prayer answered. There you were, sat beside a small campfire atop a thick coat of black fur, turning large chunks of meat over the fire, roasting it for your meal, all the while you were still covered nearly head to toe in nearly crisp dry blood.

Bofur dropped his weapon to the floor and rushed over to you, causing you to jump near enough a foot off the ground. “Mahal, Y/N, I’ve been worried sick!” He enveloped you in a bone crushing hug, dis-concerned about the blood, your shocked face and the other members who watched on. He pulled back ever so slightly and cup your face in between his hands, staring at you intensely. “Where did you run off to?!”

You swallowed down the dry lump that had formed into your throat and looked into his eyes, the other members of the company momentarily forgotten. “I uh-I heard a noise, so I went to check it out and when I came back, you guys weren’t there…” you trailed off, tears forming in your (E/C) orbs, threatening to spill at a moments notice. “I…I thought you guys didn’t care…”

The dam had broken and you now openly sobbed, tears had begun to stream down your face like salty waterfalls. Bofur had reacted quickly, bringing you into yet another hug, seeming more desperate than the last. You clung on to him like a scared child would cling on to their mother as you wept and wept into his chest. The other members all watched with saddened eyes, their hearts breaking the slightest at the thought of you thinking they hadn’t cared that you had disappeared.

“We’re right here lass, I’m right here. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Bofur whispered sweet, soothing words in your ear as he laid a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “I ain’t ever letting you out of my sight ever again, ya hear?” You sniffled and even released the faintest of giggles as you lifted your head up to look Bofur in the eye. He smiled down at you and you could do nothing but return it with a tiny one of your own. “Aye, there’s my lass and that beautiful smile. Not as beautiful as mine though.” He spoke to you with such love and care.

You had laughed once more, always thankful for Bofur and his attempt at making others smile. “I missed you.” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his own.

He beamed towards you as the words passed your lips. “I missed you more, amrálíme.” He spoke not even a decibel louder than you before planting his lips firmly against your own. You froze, shocked by what was happening, but before you knew it, you melted into the kiss and matched his passion and love, raising your arms to wrap loosely around his neck.

The company all had smiles etched across their faces, some of them cheering and realising high pitched wolf whistles. You two broke the kiss as if remembering you were surrounded by others. You flushed a deep red whilst Bofur only seemed to beam towards you once more.

“I would like it if you would allow me to court ya and braid your hair, lass.” He spoke with such confidence that it almost made you neglect the pink tint his cheeks adorned. All you could do was nod and smile sheepishly as your blush intensified. He grinned from ear to ear and kissed you once more, one you happily returned.

Parting, he stood and extended his hand down towards you. You placed your smaller hand into his own before his encased yours and pulled you gently to stand beside him. As soon as you gained your balance, Bombur had rushed towards you and crushed you in his own embrace, him clearly missing you a lot just like his brother. You chuckled as you hugged him back, the company also finding Bomburs affection amusing. It even elicited a deep, throaty chuckle from the ever-brooding Thorin.

You all headed back towards the camp the company had set up, not without grabbing your belonging along with the meat and fur you obtained for the bear you had the misfortune of running into. Bofur had a protective arm around you the entire time, not even removing himself from your side once you had reached the camp.

Bombur and Bifur had taken it upon themselves to cook yet another meal for the company, seeing as you had salvaged much meat from the beast. You all sat and ate, they barraged you with questions about the week you had been separated from them. They even asked about the bear you had taken down and how you lugged so much its meat back towards your makeshift sleeping area.

As you talked and talked with the company on how you had no clue if you were even heading in the right direction towards them, Bofur stared at you lovingly, afraid that if he were to blink, you would become separated once again.

He thanked Mahal a million times over in his head, thankful that they had found you again, that he had found you again. He smiled, removing his hat which he then proceeded to place atop of yours. It fell past your eye, obstructing your vision, causing you to push it up whilst you giggled.

Bofur released a chuckled of his own as he brough you further into his side and rest his head on top of yours. “Amrálíme?”

You smiled as you hear his hushed use of the affectionate name. “Yes Bofur?”

“I love you.”

You turned and looked up at him through your eyelashes, that hat of his threatening to fall over your eyes once again and smiled. “I love you.” You snuggled further into his warm, loving embrace and you both sighed in happiness and contentment.

He’ll be damned if he ever got separated from his One ever again. And Mahal help whoever stands in his way.

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First fic uploaded in 2021, lets gooooo!

It’s a little different to what the requester probably envisioned but the overall plot is still there so all I can hope is that they like it

BRO I HATED THAT I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT KILLING A BEAR, THAT SHIT SAD BRUH lmao

I hope you all enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

[gladdygirl18]

Sorridi Per Me!

This is my first “x reader” fic ever, and it was requested/suggested by @nagitoshopejar! Thx so much, my friend! I had an absolute blast making this! This isn’t a romance thing, more of a friend/sibling relationship!

Summary: You had just come back from patrol with Mista and you weren’t in the best mood. Something was bothering you, and Mista was determined to find out what was making you like this.

Word Count: 1725

⚠Warning⚠: Mild swearing (both in English and Italian)

Y/S/N: Your Stand’s Name

“C’mon Y/N! Time to go patrol!” Mista called out.

You let out a groan and inevitably got up from the leather chair to join the gunslinger at the door.

“You okay, Y/N?” Mista asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you sighed, “Let’s just get this over with...”

You pushed past your friend and walked down the Italian streets, leaving Mista baffled. He reluctantly followed you and started walking at your pace.

“Okay, something’s definitely wrong with them, but what...?” Mista wondered.

You felt eyes on you and turned to see Mista staring at you.

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked, your tone annoyed.

Mista blinked back to reality and shook his head.

“No, no! Sorry about that,” Mista said, “Kinda spaced out there for a sec.”

You nodded and continued to follow your patrol route. Mista sighed as he stared at the back of your head. The gunslinger sighed as he followed you around the corner. You noticed you were over the cerulean ocean and walked over to the bridge’s edge. You let a sigh escape your lips as you leaned over the sandstone bricks, the ocean placing a salty kiss on your features. This calmed you and a small grin began to form.

“There’s that smile.” Mista said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

The gunslinger startled you so bad, you manifested Y/S/N in a heartbeat.

“Whoa, take it easy!” Mista said, holding his hands up in surrender, “It’s only me.”

Your grin quickly faded as you called back your Stand.

“C’mon, it’s almost noon,” you said, “I at least wanna finish patrol before lunch.”

You stormed away from the gunslinger who had a concerned look on his face. Breathing out a heavy sigh, the two of you finished your patrol and headed back to the house.

“We’re back!” Mista called out.

Bucciarati looked up from his book and smiled when he saw you two.

“Welcome back, you two,” he said, “We ordered lunch, so it should be here soon.”

“Good. Call me when it gets here.” you said, heading upstairs.

Bucciarati watched as you raced up the stairs and looked over a Mista with a puzzled look.

“What’s wrong with them?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Your guess is as good as mine,” Mista answered, “They’ve been like this during patrol.”

Bucciarati hummed as he nodded, only to set his book down.

“I’ll go talk to them.” Bucciarati said, preparing to stand

“No! Maybe I should talk to them.” Mista said, giving his leader a knowing look.

Bucciarati smiled and sat back down. Smiling at his leader, Mista raced up the stairs to your room. You were currently laying on your bed, your back to the door with a pillow over your head. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way at all; you didn’t know when or how this feeling started, or how to make it stop. You breathed out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, feeling a tear streak down your cheek. That’s when you heard a knock at your door.

“What?” you grumbled.

“It’s me. Can I come in?” Mista asked.

You breathed out a sigh and called upon Y/S/N to open the door. When Mista walked in, your Stand closed the door before you retracted it. Mista looked down at you with worry in his eyes.

“Is everything alright, Y/N/N?” Mista asked, sitting by your head.

“Don’t call me that, Mista,” you grumbled, “I’m so not in the mood right now...”

Mista groaned as he watched you with concerned eyes, trying to come up with ways to make you feel better. The perfect idea popped in the gunslinger’s head, causing him to smile sinisterly at you. You continued to stare out the closed window, not paying any mind to what Mista had in mind. A giggly yelp soon escaped your lips when something poked you in the ribs. You looked over at Mista to see mischief in his eyes.

“Mista...” you said in a warning tone.

“What? I didn’t do anything...” he said innocently, “Well, not yet, anyway...”

That’s when the gunslinger pounced on top of you. The two of you wrestled on the bed before Mista finally pinned your arms under his knees.

“Stronzo! Get your ass off me!” you growled.

“Language, Y/N,” Mista said, patting your lips, “Someone like you shouldn’t spit such poison.”

You growled at the gunslinger as you struggled underneath his weight. Mista grinned at you before poking your ribs again, causing you to flinch.

“Mista, don’t you fucking dare...” you growled.

“Oh, I dare!” he said before clawing at your sides.

You let out a loud yelp before struggling against your giggles and your friend’s weight. You were able to force away a smile that was threatening to show itself.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Y/N,” Mista said, “Smile for me!”

When Mista started clawing at your top rib, you couldn’t help the giggles that flowed from your lips.

“Mista, stohohohohop!” you giggled out, “Leave me alohohohohone!”

“Nope! I’m gonna make sure you’re smiling like an idiot for the rest of the day!” Mista said.

You gave a small buck when Mista attacked your armpits, causing your giggles to escalate in volume.

“Oh, my Gohohohohohod! Get ohohohohout!” you cried.

Mista ignored your protest and continued to attack your armpit; your giggles ceasing to stop. Mista’s face soon fell slightly when your giggles started to decrease in volume.

“Come on, Mihihihihista! Quit it alreheheheheady!” you giggled.

Mista did stop to give you a breather, but only for him to think of another spot to target.

“Hm... Giorno and Narancia both have ticklish armpits and Bucciarati has ticklish ribs, along with Fugo,” Mista thought, “Where was one of Abbacchio’s weak spots again...?”

The gunslinger thought for a while, lightly tapping on your ribs to keep you giggling.

“Mistahahaha! Stohohohop!” you giggled out.

“Shh! I’m tryna think...” Mista said, placing a finger on your lips.

The giggles began to well in the back of your throat just waiting to flow out of your mouth. That’s when the gunslinger snapped with a wide smile on his face.

“I remember now!” Mista said excitedly.

You weren’t ready for Mista to start digging into your hip, so the giggles that were welling up turned into a squeal that made Mista laugh.

“Whahat was thahat? he asked.

You could barely answer his question. Adorable laughter spilling from your lips made Mista smile and laugh along with you.

“MISTAHAHAHAHA! FIGLIO DI PUTTANAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!” you cried.

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Mista said, tweaking the bone of your hip.

The feeling made you melt and wheeze out your laugh.

“DON’T DO THAHAHAT!” you wheezed.

“Why? Does it tickle?” Mista asked.

You managed to roll your eyes and growl under your breath through your gales of laughter.

“WHAT THE HEHEHEHELL DO YOU THIHIHINK, STRONZOHOHOHOHO!?” you asked.

“Well, to me, it just doesn’t look like it tickles,” Mista said, “Guess I need to try harder.”

Mista reached behind him and tweaked your thigh, causing you to arch your back and let out a new stream of laughter.

“NOHOHOHOOOOO! FIGLIO DI PUTTANAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!” you laughed.

“Now that’s a laugh!” Mista said, laughing along.

You shook your head in ticklish agony. However, a part of you enjoyed this, despite it being torturous as hell. This was the person Mista missed. He missed your smiling and laughing face. You and the others were close like siblings and if one was feeling down, the others were ready and willing to whatever they can to help, especially Mista. He was like a big brother to you and right here and now, that’s what he was being.

“MISTAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAP!” you cried, “I CAHAHAHAN’T ANYMOHOHOHORE!”

“Hmm... I don’t know,” Mista said, “You still don’t look happy to me.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard.

“Is he serious right now!?” you panicked.

“I’M HAPPY! I’M HAHAHAHAHAPPY! COME OHOHOHON! LEMME GOHOHO!” you begged.

Mista removed his hand off your thigh and pretended to think, still squeezing your hipbone to make you flop around like a fish out of water.

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” Mista began, “If you promise to smile like an idiot to the point where it’s almost sickening, I’ll consider letting you go. How does that sound?”

“OKAHAHAY! JUST STOHOHOP!” you cried.

Mista hummed and started squeezing the other side of your hip, causing you to squeal and making your laughter go silent.

“Say it like you mean it.” Mista said in a warning tone.

“OKAY, OKAHAHAHAY! I PROMISE, I PROMIHIHIHIHISE!” you laughed, “JUST STOP!”

Mista grinned and removed his hands off you and let you go. You took in the much needed air and let out a groan.

“Feeling better, Y/N/N?” Mista asked.

You glared at the gunslinger; however, it was less intimidating because of the goofy grin adorning your features.

“I’ll live...” you panted.

Mista chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m just glad to see you smiling again.” he said, poking your ribs.

You couldn’t help but giggle and squirm around. You then tasered Mista’s exposed sides in the process, causing the gunslinger to giggle and jump back.

“Yeah, don’t feel good, huh, stronzo?” you asked.

“Guess I deserved that.” Mista laughed.

You smiled and freely laughed along. That’s when the door swung open and Fugo was standing in the doorframe.

“Bucciarati wanted me to tell you that lunch was here.” the sixteen-year-old said before taking his leave.

“Good. All that laughing made me hungry.” you said, patting your stomach.

“Yeah. Sure does work up an appetite.” Mista said.

You looked at the gunslinger with so much disbelief, bewilderment, and annoyance.

“You did not just say that...” you asked, your voice low.

“And what if I did? What are you gonna do about it?” Mista asked, crossing his arms with a challenging grin.

You returned the expression and manifested Y/S/N.

“My Stand is physically stronger than you’ll ever be,” you said, “I’d start running if I were you...”

Mista didn’t need to be told twice. He let out a laugh before bolting down the stairs with you hot on his heels. While chasing your friend, that awful feeling you were experiencing before was completely gone, as if it never existed. You couldn’t help but laugh as you chased Mista around the house. You could always count on him to make you smile.

OMG this was so much fun to write! Once again, huge shoutout to @nagitoshopejar for giving me this idea! Hope you liked it!

[starsfic]

Smoke and Gold, Chapter 10: Looking

Summary: Xiaojiao and Xiaotian reunite. But things go sour and his bestie lays a choice at his feet.

It's the wrong one.

Notes: @fosermi

AO3

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Xiaotian was a bundle of nerves that morning.

For once, he was glad Red wasn't there when he woke up. He might've been tempted to call this off, homesickness be damned. He barely ate his breakfast, thankfully not throwing up from the anxiety curling in his gut. Soon enough, he was making sure the servants had Xiaojiao's favorite snacks and desserts ready, succeeding in not entering a mood swing. That didn't relieve his nerves.

How was she doing? Did everyone miss him? How was everyone? Would she recognize him-

"Long Xiaojiao is here, my lord."

Xiaotian blinked out of his thoughts, turning. A servant stood in the doorway, thankfully showing no notice of his spiral. Then the news hit.

And he was running out of the room.

He shot past servants and guards, finally reaching the entry hall. He heard her voice before he saw her, yelling at the guards. "-why I'm-"

"Mei?" He couldn't resist the urge to use the childhood nickname. His best friend, still wearing her motorcycle gear, froze. Then she turned, wide-eyed.

They stood there, staring at each other.

Then one of them sobbed. He wasn't sure who because tears were pricking at his eyes and then they were rushing to each other.

They met in the middle, collapsing into a pile of hugs and tears.

-_-

The day was great.

This was the best idea ever!

After their hugs and assuring Xiaojiao he was fine, Xiaotian proceeded to give her a tour. Xiaojiao oohed and ahhed, occasionally making comments about her parents' sense of decor. Eventually, he had her right where he wanted her.

Right to the gaming room, which was much bigger than anything either of them had seen. There, she whooped his ass at every game, just like at the arcade. Just like it was a regular day.

Now they were eating lunch with what stomachs were available from game snacking. Xiaojiao had assured him that everyone was fine, although they all missed him so much. And now they were talking about this and that.

"So, spill," Xiaojiao said, setting aside her drink. "Tell me about Red. What's he like?"

A fond smile formed. "What do you want to know? He's smart. He loves to invent, you two would get along. He's really, really ...attentive." The word sent warmth spiraling through his insides, remembering Red's talents in the last, kissing and sucking and biting…

"Where is he? I mean, I figured he’d want to meet me."

Xiaotian blinked out of his lustful thoughts, blushing. She hadn't caught on to what exactly he was thinking about his husband, right? "Oh, he's at work. He's really busy during the days and if I know I can't see him, I would be-"

"You've never seen him?"

And Xiaojiao's voice had changed. Xiaotian froze, because right. That wasn’t normal in a relationship. He shrugged, trying to pretend it was a normal thing. “It’s one of the rules here. I can never see his face.”

Her expression looked worried. “Okay, look,” And she sounded worried. “That… that isn’t normal. And the fact that you’re a sacrifice for this guy…” Emotions crossed her face. “Alright,” she finally said. “I’m only asking you to do this because you clearly love the guy and I just want you safe and happy.”

That didn’t sound good.

“...do what?”

She reached into her backpack, pulling out one of her spare phones, an old flip phone. She passed it to Xiaotian before reaching back inside. What she pulled out next made his throat dry.

It was a knife.

“You need to protect yourself,” his best friend said gently. Trembling, his hand reached out, wrapping around the handle. “What if this is just a long game?” He shook his head in denial.

“Look, just sneak one look and then you’ll know.”

Just one look?

“If he’s not what he says he is, then use the knife. If you...have to, use the phone to call me when it’s done.” Xiaojiao went quiet. Then she wrapped arms around him.

There, he broke down.

-_-

“Is everything alright?”

   Xiaotian resisted a shiver at his husband’s voice. Questions crowded in his throat. “Fine,” he said, instead of any of them. “Just tired.” There was silence, then lips pressed against his shoulder. “Night.” he managed out, snuggling into the covers in an attempt to look like he was going to sleep.

   He felt a warm back press against his. “...Good night.”

   The urge to apologize joined the crowd of questions but Xiaotian didn’t say a word.

   You need to protect yourself, MK .

   As much as he hated it, Xiaojiao had a point. He deserved to know that he was safe. Besides, why wasn’t he allowed? His husband had seen every inch of him. Why didn’t he get that privilege?

   Look, just sneak one look and then you’ll know.

   Just one look.

   It felt like an eternity before Xiaotian heard his husband start the slow, even breathing of sleep. Moving slowly, he carefully slipped out of bed. He hit the soft carpet and reached under the bed. The total darkness of the bedroom made it impossible to see his contraband, forcing him to blindly search around.

   If he’s not what he says he is, then use the knife.

   His hand brushed against the handle of the knife. Xiaotian shivered and kept looking.

   If you...have to, use the phone to call me when it’s done.

   His hand brushed against the phone and then finally wrapped around the candle. The reason why he had to use a candle was because the phone was one of those old flip phones with no flashlight. Xiaotian pulled out the candle and the box of matches right next to it. He didn’t light it right there.

   Instead, he carefully stepped to his husband’s side of the bed. Xiaotian quietly pulled out a match and striked it, lighting the candle. Cupping the flame before he could see, he took a deep breath.

   Moment of truth.

   He pulled his hand away.

   The candlelight gently fell upon his husband and the truth hit him.

   Oh no.

   Warm skin in both body heat and tone. Long red hair curling around his shoulders. An sharp, angular face. A golden nose piercing that shone in the light. Red bull ears that matched the tail that absently twitched and swished in sleep. Even though he had never seen his face, Xiaotian could recognize the young man from Wukong’s stories.

   He scrambled away from Red Boy, son of his father’s enemy the Demon Bull King.

   Xiaotian didn’t stop moving until he felt his back hit the wall. He clamped a hand over his mouth as he moved, stifling a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a scream. His mind whirled at the truth and the possibilities. A trap? He should- he needed to- He took a deep breath in and then out and focused.

   His husband was Red Boy. The demon who had attacked Sun Wukong on his journey west, the son of the demon locked under mountain and staff, the half of the danger that they were watching. That would explain why he was never around during the day. He was probably with his mother.

But...he was also Red. Red, who was proud to the point of being a bit arrogant. Who promised to wait to touch him until he asked. Who could go on and on about machines and was all too willing to explain terms and parts and bits if he asked. Who listened to him talk about art and his work and asked informed questions. Who apologized that his hands were a bit rough whenever they touched and kissed him eagerly when he finally asked him to make love to him. Who had the cackle of a mad scientist and was shy about his features and had such goofy grins that he felt when he smiled into his skin. Who Xiaotian loved and…

He let out a sigh, thinking about this.

Okay. So, he couldn’t do this. The stabbing or the leaving. Xiaotian crawled back to Red’s side, staring at his peaceful features until the knot of fear in his chest came undone. Under all that, he found himself happy to finally see the man he loved. That pushed his decision. He loved him and he was okay with that. He could wait until he was ready to reveal himself and ask questions then.

He gave his husband a soft kiss, sealing his promise. He then moved to stand-

“OW!”

The candle had started to drip, Xiaotian realized. And a glob of hot wax had fallen onto his hand and wrist. He yelped, dropping the candle to cradle his burn. But the pain was soon overshadowed by the fact that Red had sat straight up at his cry. The concern in his eyes at the painful cry faded as he realized that he was standing over him and noticed the still burning candle on the floor. It was soon replaced by something else- anger.

“Red, it’s not-”

But his husband’s hair was already flaming. “You-” He apparently couldn’t say anything else before he was engulfed in flames. Xiaotian yelped, immediately going down and hearing fire and wind woosh.

When he peeled his face off the carpet, the bed was empty and the sheets nothing but ash.

And he was heartbreakingly alone.

“...Red?”

Unsure of what else to do, Xiaotian curled up into a ball.

Tears pricked in his eyes and he soon found himself sobbing.

-_-

Princess Iron Fan’s sitting room was filled with the sound of sobbing.

“Oh, my sweet useless boy,” the princess cooed. He was curled up on her sofa, head pillowed in her lap, with her running her fingers through his hair like he was a little boy again. “I should’ve known better than to give you such a task.” She was angry at her son for his failure and his resulting deeds, but she was a mother first. Her poor baby was heartbroken and needed comfort.

“I- I told him not to look- I-I-I-I asked him not to look…” Red Son burst into a fresh round of sobs, wetting his mother’s skirts. “Why did he-?!”

“Oh, Red Son,” Iron Fan sighed. “Sun Wukong is selfish. It makes sense that his successor will be just as selfish.” He winced at the harsh words but she continued on. “If he had truly loved you, he wouldn’t have looked. Forget about him. We have more important things to do.” But she made a little mental note as she peeled her son off her lap and saw how broken he was.

Qi Xiaotian deserved something nasty for breaking her son’s heart.

[sonnetthebard]

a writing prompt maybe? A Lilo and Stitch AU where Hannah is Lilo, Lex is Nani, and Ethan is David and then Wiggly is Stitch and Hannah's trying to teach him to be good.

Ok, I feel where you're coming from and I love it! This is so cute! I'm gonna be a bit flexible with it though, stray a bit from the strict Lilo and Stitch story. It's gonna be similar, but differ a bit.

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy

Words: 1966

TL;DR: When Hannah said she wanted a pet, Lex thought she would end up with dog or a rabbit like a normal person... not an eldritch.

TW: Swearing, mention of sexual themes? I don't know how to label it but you'll know it when you see it.

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"No, Wiggly!" Hannah chided. "Stop! You got to be good, otherwise Lexie isn't gonna let me keep you!"

If Lex knew half of what was going on, Wiggly would be back to the pound in before you could say "eldritch". She had told Ethan to take Hannah out to get her a dog at the shelter. Duke had said maybe giving her another friend at home would help her to be a bit less hostile towards the kids at her school. Not that she was physically aggressive, but... ever since their mom had been sent to prison, apparently she'd been a bit snippy and reserved. It concerned her teachers. While Lex was technically old enough to be her legal guardian, Hannah's teachers were concerned that maybe she wasn't emotionally ready for that kind of responsibility. They were about ready to file a case for Hannah to be put into the foster system.

So... this was a desperate last attempt on Lex's part. Because she was *not* losing her little sister. She'd been through so much shit to get her mom out of the house. So that they would be safe. She wasn't letting anyone take that away. So... even though she may not really have the money to support Hannah *and* a dog, she'd agreed to let Hannah get one. There were very few people that Lex would trust on these matters, but... Duke was one of them. He knew the system. Mostly because he was a part of it. But he also knew Lex, and he knew that she was the right person to be caring for Hannah. So... if he thought that this was going to help, she'd do it.

But... she probably should have gone with Hannah herself to get it. Because Ethan... was not the brightest, and he was prone to completely crumbling for Hannah. Which is precisely what had happened at the pet store that afternoon. He'd suggested a cute little chihuahua with a limp paw, or a sweet maltese, but... Hannah had gone right for the weird, green thing. Was it even a dog? Probably not. It had tentacles and it walked on two legs. Had the people at the shelter called it a dog anyways? Yes. Because what else were they supposed to call it? The only indication they'd gotten as to what he was was a small collar reading 'Wiggly'- which didn't help at all. Look, they'd just found it curled up behind Toy Zone one night, and it was their duty to care for him and then get him to a family.

Things had not been easy for Hannah so far. It seemed her little green friend had a thing for getting into trouble... and tastes for household furniture. He'd already eaten two of her books and one of her sock dolls. Right now, she was trying to get him to stop eating one of her pillows. He seemed to revel in tearing his prey apart before eating it. His eyes got all wild, and... he looked so happy that Hannah almost didn't want to stop him. But she had to, because if he destroyed anything noticeable he'd be gone. And Webby had told her that she needed to pick this little guy. He seemed to make 'hr' sound in disappointment. But what came next was far from anything Hannah would have expected him to do.

"But Banana... it's so yummy-wum!" A goofy, light and child-like singsong tenor voice protested.

"You talk." Hannah breathed, eyes widening.

"Only to you, Hannah Banana." Wiggly giggled. "You are the only person who can hear my voice."

"Is that why Webby told me to get you?" Hannah asked, curious. He seemed to scowl at the mention of her name.

"Stupid bitch... thinks I need to rehabilitate." Wiggly grumbled.

"What's rehabilitate?" Hannah asked.

"It means... I've been very naughty." Wiggly told her. Hannah cringed at that.

"Don't... Mom..." Hannah mumbled.

"I've been bad." Wiggly corrected himself. "So she sent me to you. She thinks you can make me good."

"Me?" Hannah blinked.

"She says we'll be good for each other." Wiggly mocked her, clearly not happy about it. "She wants me to be your fwendy-wend. Because we both need a fwendy-wend, according to her."

"I don't *need* any friends." Hannah shook her head, her mood dampened by that implication. "I got Lexie and E."

"That's not what the teachy-weachers think." Wiggly cooed, the tiniest hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yeah, well... they're dumb!" Hannah fumed, turning on her bed and putting a pillow over head in frustration. That was a sore subject for her.

Hannah knew what the teachers thought of her. She knew what everyone thought. She didn't care. She knew who she was, and... she knew what she needed. She knew that she shouldn't have to put up with the shit the kids at her school gave her. She knew that they chose her because she was the easy target. Because they could get away with blaming her for anything. She was that girl from the trailer at the edge of the Witchwood, whose mom had gone to jail. That was enough for them to paint her as the punk. But that wasn't who she was, and... she hated that it's what people thought. She didn't even do anything wrong. She never said the things they said she did. She took a few deep breaths under the pillows, trying to calm down.

"That pillow-willow isn't going to help, Banana." Wiggly sighed. "My voice is in your head. "Like Webby."

"Leave me alone!" Hannah snapped.

"Nuh uh..." Wiggly tutted. "Webby says I have to help you be happy again before I can go back to my homey-wome."

"Yeah? You're not doing a very good job!" Hannah huffed. "Don't wanna talk right now."

"But Webby says-" Wiggly started.

"Webby can be a stupid bitch!" Hannah cut him off, frustrated to the point of tears.

"Uh oh! That's not very nice!" Wiggly chided.

"Just... shut up!" Hannah groaned.

"Fine." Wiggly sighed.

He sat on the edge of her bed for a minute as Hannah remained unmoving, trying to cool off. He dangled his feet for a moment before hopping off and walking over to a bookshelf. He tipped it over, letting everything crash and giggling. He surveyed the ruins, grabbing a small clay structure. He started to nibble on it softly, satisfied with it's taste. At around that precise moment, Lex entered the room. She was immediately drawn to Hannah on the bed. Her brows furrowed, and she sat down on the edge of it, rubbing Hannah's back. She was more confused than anything. Ethan had said she was so happy after getting her dog.

"Hannah Banana... what's wrong?" Lex cooed.

"Nothing... just annoyed." Hannah sighed, pulling the pillow off her head and setting it on the bed. "Teachers think I'm bad 'cause of Mom, don't they?"

"Yeah... yeah, Mom kinda gave us a bad rep." Lex sighed. "We gotta fight hard to make people see we're not her."

"Yeah, but... I don't wanna fight." Hannah grumbled.

"I don't either." Lex admitted. "Soon... we won't need to. Soon we'll have California. We just gotta stick it out and make it through life here until I make enough money to get us out of here."

"Okay." Hannah nodded, biting her lip, staying put.

Lex sighed, looking down at her feet. Sometimes he just didn't know what to say to Hannah. It was then that she noticed Wiggly crunching on the little clay figurine, surrounded by the mess of everything Wiggly had broken. It was one of a dog that Hannah had made at a birthday party when she was younger. She'd named him Bruno. He wasn't so special to *Hannah* anymore, but... it was to Lex. Wiggly and Lex looked each other in the eye for a moment, and Wiggly seemed to freeze, already knowing he was in trouble. Lex's eyes widened both in fear and in shock.

"Hannah... what the fuck is that thing?" Lex tried to ask levelly, but her tone was shaky.

"Oh, that's Wiggly." Hannah shrugged, sitting up. "He's our new dog."

"Banana... that's not a dog." Lex chuckled nervously. "It has fucking tentacles..."

"He's cute!" Hannah giggled. And she genuinely believed that, even if it was a jab at Wiggly. She knew he wouldn't want to be seen as cute. He grumbled at that and she stuck her tongue out at him discreetly.

"Okay... I think we may need to take Wiggly back to the pound." Lex tried to ease gently. "I... don't even fucking know where to begin taking care of him, and clearly you don't either because he's eating Bruno. I mean... look what he did, Banana! Look at your stuff!"

"Wiggly! I told you to stop eating stuff!" Hannah chided.

"Sorry, Banana! I'm just so hungry!" Wiggly whined. "I need to fill my belly-well!"

"Okay... the little noises are cute." Lex chuckled softly. Hannah blinked, confused, before remembering that Lex couldn't hear him. "You can't just tell an animal to do something. You gotta train it."

"Oh." Hannah blinked. "I think... think he's hungry."

"Yeah... we gotta get him some real food." Lex agreed. "Do you know what he eats?"

"Um..." Hannah bit her lip. She gave him a look. He shrugged. She turned to Lex, shrugging. "Clay?"

"This is yummy." Wiggly nodded.

"We can't feed him clay, banana... I don't think anyone can digest it right." Lex laughed. "This is why we should go get a dog! Let the people at the pound deal with this freak of nature!"

"Well that wasn't very friendly!" Wiggly pouted.

"Webby told me this one." Hannah insisted, ignoring Wiggly.

"Really?" Lex groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I dunno why! Said... said we gotta help him get good." Hannah shrugged. "But... Webby said it, so we gotta."

"Maybe... maybe Webby can find someone else to help him get good?" Lex sighed. "Banana, this isn't Disney. We're not Lilo and Stitch."

"Nani." Hannah corrected. "Lilo and Nani. And Ethan's David."

"No, banana. We're not." Lex sighed, shaking her head. "We're Lexie and Hannah and E. And Lexie is already having enough trouble with child services *without* that thing around. I don't know what it is, and I get the feeling that no one does. I don't think he's from around here, banana. We should leave him to be taken care of by someone who knows how to do it right."

"But Webby told me!" Hannah pouted. "Please! Just a week."

"Just a..." Lex muttered, sighing again. She bit her lip. She knew she would be insane to give in. But... she'd also be insane not to. Clearly Hannah was emotionally attached to this. And hey, at the end of the week, she could take the thing back. "Fine. Fine, we can keep him for a week and see how it goes. But if you can't train him to behave in a week, then he goes back to the pound. Deal?"

"Deal!" Hannah beamed. She smirked at Wiggly. "Welcome to the family!"

Wiggly rolled his eyes, putting on the most obviously fake 'smile' Hannah had ever seen on a pet. Clearly, he didn't think he was all that bad. But Webby had thought he needed the help, and Webby was usually right about these things. So whether he wanted to or not, it was now hannah's mission to make him good. She didn't know the half of what she was getting into, or what the week ahead would entail. But neither did Wiggly. Wiggly didn't know the half of what life on earth could do to you. And maybe, just maybe, that was a good thing. Because people can find the most beautiful things right where they least expect them to be.

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jumin han / nsfw abc’s

the ceo in all his glory <3 original post here

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

so attentive to all your needs. needs a minute for you both to catch your breath and come back down to earth, but almost instantly he’s all over you. wraps his arms around you, kisses your neck, murmurs words of affection into your skin. plays with your hair and listens to you talk about whatever you please, you’ll be doing most of the talking since he’s pretty quiet after sex. super casual and even somewhat lazy aura after the whole thing, he’s not lying when he says he gets drunk off of you. not exactly tired, just super calm and relaxed. after some snuggling he’ll offer to clean you up, run a bath, order food, or just stay in bed together if that’s what you’d like to do. whatever you prefer, he’s perfectly content.

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

he’s not fond of anything in particular on himself, hasn’t really thought about it much? but if he had to choose, he does like the way his hands look. his fingers are long and soft, they look especially good dancing across your skin, or covered in your cum. the last one he prefers the most <3

for his partner, it's the finer details that really get to him the most. the tiny things that no one would otherwise notice. the back of your neck, inside of your wrists, the softness of the skin between your thighs. even the freckles that dot your skin, every tiny little detail comes together to perfectly form you. that’s why it’s his favorite. finds it beautiful. victorian man over here !! hide your ankles

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

loves finishing inside. theres just something about it for him. stands back to admire as it pools out of you, much to your embarrassment. uses his tip to gather it all up, pushing it inside you again before starting round two. will love if you get all flustered about the whole thing too.

when you come to visit him in the office, he’ll finish inside and quickly pull your underwear up so nothing has the chance to spill out, a mess like that on the floor would be tough to explain. bonus points if you wear them throughout the day only for him to find out when he gets home from work, it will drive him crazy.

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

got turned on when you said his name during the phone call the two of you shared shortly after you had joined the RFA. he’s never had that happen from someone’s voice alone, but then again, no one has said his name in such a slow and quiet way like that before. made him feel a little uncomfortable with himself, so he just ignored it and tried his best to forget. but you were definitely on his mind later that night. thats one of my favorite calls skdhksbs he was so surprised

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

no experience, like... none at all. maaaybe has watched porn once or twice but it didn’t really do anything for him, so he never picked it up again. the type to sit through sex scenes in movies completely unphased.

he knows basic anatomy of course—had a good education so he's aware of what’s going on—but only really researches the hidden tips and tricks once he gets in a deeper relationship with you. seven probably sends him know how links out of concern, they do help though !! he’s a naturally observant man as well, so he’s quick to learn what you like, the things that get you moaning and squirming the most. Not afraid to ask what you want from him. honestly if he hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have a clue about his inexperience. boosts his ego sm <3

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

any position where you’re bent over he loves. doggy style, over his desk, against a wall.

also loves when you ride him while he’s sat at his work desk, gives him a good position to let his hands run wild all over your body. something about sitting in his office with you over him like that, riding him. really likes that.

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

obviously he can smile or throw in a few sarcastic quips here and there, but overall takes the whole thing pretty seriously. gets a little nervous if you laugh for no reason, throws him off for a second. it’s pretty serious for him, sometimes there's off moments here and there of course, but he’d rather skip over them than dwell for too long. not a lot of laughs, he’s busy focusing on the task at hand. hold in your laughter please he will get offended

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

doesn’t shave completely, makes him feel weird when he does, but keeps himself trimmed often. prefers the neatness.

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

prefers intimacy more than anything else, kissing your neck or wrists while he slowly thrusts in and out of you, whispering sweet words into your shoulder while he does so. he’ll trail your skin with his fingers and leave behind little pecks. loved asking questions or pointing out little things you might not have even noticed that he's absolutely in love with, freckles or birthmarks for example.

but that doesn’t mean he can’t also be rough. he likes bending you over, grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you beg for him. versatile king

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you:

rarely, he would do it on occasion? If he had a stubborn urge that just wouldn’t go away for some reason, but never really got the feeling for it. If he did, he never fantasized too much, just focused on the feeling until he was done. feels gross for the rest of the day after he does it, makes his head foggy.

After he met you:

still doesn’t do it too often, he has you after all. If the mood strikes he’ll ask if you’d like to help him out with his problem. phone sex is common on business trips, so he does it then, and if you want him to touch himself in front of you, he definitely will without a second thought. but unprompted and alone, no. he’d rather just wait.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

possessive sex. If you spend too much time with zen, someone flirts with you too openly, or even when he just starts to get caught up in his own head, the sex that comes after is intense. especially at events. he’ll make it a point to smudge your makeup, leave marks on your skin, turn you into a drooling mess. he’ll have you repeat who you belong to, make you beg for permission to finish, really gets off on being the one in charge. domination kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

home is probably his favorite just because it’s where you’re most comfortable getting loud, you both can spend as much time as you need there without any interruptions. the office is a close second though.

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

when you wear short skirts with nothing else underneath them, especially if you come to visit him in the office. bonus points if he’s insanely busy that day and doesn’t have time to bend you over his desk. text him beforehand and watch how many times his eyes shift to your legs, the way he looks at you. really drives him up the wall. but besides that most of the time all you have to do is speak and he’s ready to go, all day every day. say the word and he’s yours.

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

no choking, slapping, drawing blood, anything too intense in the bedroom that’s super violent. It just.. doesn’t get him going. he’s not too picky with what he will or won’t do, but that isn’t his cup of tea.

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

either or, if you give he’ll always give back and vice versa. prefers giving a bit more honestly, loves seeing you come undone from his mouth alone, but no complaints if you sneak under his desk at work and start undoing his belt.

skillswise it does take him a bit of getting used to at first, but he warms up quickly as he gets to know your body more. again, observant and a very quick learner. will never complain about his jaw hurting, never ever. groans a lot into you while he’s doing it, let’s himself get himself lost in the whole thing.

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

it depends on the mood or how either of you feel that day. he does prefer slow and intimate just a bit more than anything else, but isn’t strongly leaning towards one or the other.

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

proper sex if he’s able to, only likes quickies when you two are in public and or a time crunch, but they’re definitely not his favorite. If he does have to finish quickly, he’s sure to make it up to you later. they’re surprisingly often though, especially if you drop by his office. you’ll always leave looking way redder than you did before.

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

most anything you want to try, he’ll try. He wants to make you happy. I don't see him being overly kinky right off the bat since he doesn’t have much experience? but he’s down for new things. pretty risky, loves public sex after all.

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

at first not too long due to his inexperience, but he learns to hold back more as time passes. pretty good at controlling himself, wants to see you come undone as many times as he can before he finishes himself. after a hard day at work he can only last a round or two, but normally he can go for awhile.

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

doesn’t own toys for himself, but has a few he’d buy for you. has quite the selection of vibrators. his favorite is a pink one that's controlled by his phone, it gets quite a bit of use, especially during events. handcuffs and blindfolds too !! always super pink, he likes that color for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

unfair, making you beg, edging you until you can’t bear it any longer, embarrassing you especially with his dirty talk. doesn’t hold back in the slightest, so it’s never fair for you. he’s selfish after all.

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

grunts, groans, little “fuck”s under his breath. more vocal as he gets closer to coming, he breathes heavier and groans deeper in his throat. It’s never super loud, he’s way more on the quiet side. prefers to hear your sounds more than anything else so he's focused on that the most, doesn’t really moan too much.

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

cannot send nudes for the life of him. like, it’s bad. super blurry, awkward, or way too dark. it’s cute whenever he tries though. for some reason they’re just so painfully awkward looking. opt for phone sex instead

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

never measured himself officially? but he's on the lengthier side— more than seven inches for sure, he leans up more towards his stomach but overall very straight, no curves or anything. cut, not too many veins except for one prominent one his underside that will absolutely drive him insane if you run your tongue across it, his tip is very red and incredibly sensitive, jumps a little if you go in on it way too fast. he has way more length than he does girth, and the size stays the same all throughout. i know his dick is pretty i just feel it

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

before he met you, low. but after he met you, all those years of repressed sexual frustration really started to show huh, he can’t go more than five minutes without keeping his hands off of you. It’s high, especially at the beginning of the relationship.

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

depends on how work was that day !! But no matter what he tends to stay up for a while afterwards. you’re much more likely to fall asleep before him most of the time. he likes think for awhile first.