#Y A C H I R U *shudders*

[madaramee]

"matsu matsu doesn't let baldy win!! go matsu matsu!!!"

@dordoni; @rangikuxmatsumoto

Comes back to life just to yell.

“WHAT MADE YOU THINK THIS WAS A CONTEST, MORON!!!”

[bisexualhomelander]

C O Z Y C O R N E R K I N K T O B E R

P R O M P T # 9 : ( n o n - s e x u a l ) a g e p l a y

B U T C H L A N D E R / S U B L A N D E R / D A D D Y B U T C H E R

Billy lazily rolled his hips into Homelander, earning a whine. It was one of those lazy Saturdays that had the quality of molten sugar, slow and sweet around the edges. He hadn't had that much sex regularly since… Since. The thought sunk down into the caramelly depths of Billy's consciousness.

Things had been going well since they'd gone from trying to kill each other full-time to trying to kill each other semi-regularly. At least Ryan was happy that the adults that raised him could talk to each other without devolving into screaming. If the kid had any clue about what happened the half of the time they weren't fighting, he made no mention of it, ever. It meant they had to keep this a secret, and that was what Billy preferred.

Homelander proved to be useful to their work in ways Billy hadn't foreseen. His heart had nearly stopped the time he had walked in on the supe sifting through the files on Vought and all the cunts that needed an arse-kicking that Billy kept in a location not secure enough for x-ray vision. But Homelander had simply nodded along while reading and had then pointed a gloved finger at the picture of a supe named Headhunter. "Oh, I can get you some dirt on her."

"You can?"

"Sure."

Homelander didn't do things selflessly, so of course, Billy had had to pay a price.

Most of the prices could be paid for in sex.

This particular Saturday morning fuck session was not a payment for anything. They'd had a long night looking at files and sharing information - Homelander giddy at being needed and getting to throw supes he thought of as subpar colleagues under the bus and Billy tired but ready. Billy made no secret about the fact that the Boys would kill every last one of them. Homelander shrugged it off, offered to take over that part if they needed their schedules cleared for other things. Other things, they both never said out loud, were, of course, the taking down of Vought and Homelander.

The supe feigned sleepiness surprisingly well. He met each slow thrust of Billy's hips with a tired roll of his own, and he was quiet, eyes only at half-mast. His lips were parted, and Billy wished he could bite them raw, could bite them cherry-red. But pressing his mouth against them felt like making out with a marble statue, soft to the touch but with no give. The open mouth began to work, began to try out sounds, punched-out little things until it settled on the word Billy had come to develop an almost Pavlovian reaction to:

"Daddy."

Now that had started a while back, Billy was reminded as he shuddered nearly into climax at the mere mention of it. And oh, Homelander had been embarrassed, humiliated that he'd said it in the throes of passion, stuttering and fumbling for a justification that Billy had misheard, that he'd wanted to say anything that wasn't- Billy had fucked the humiliation out of him, satisfied that the room lit up red when he said that "Daddy’s gonna take such sweet fucking care of ya, baby boy."

There were times when Homelander meant it, and there were times when he meant it. Lust and need, sex and parenthood. Touch was touch, and he reacted the same to a pat on the head than he did a blowjob. Somewhere in his childhood, some wires had gotten crossed, and they were both futilely attempting to uncross those. It didn't always go well, but it had gotten a bit better. Not today, though, clearly, because Homelander whispered "Daddy" again, and his eyes shifted, and he was gone just as Billy tried to lean forward to kiss the word out of his mouth.

Billy's head was shoved to the side with a bit more force than was healthy. It was hardly painful, but he was entirely aware of the strength behind the gesture, meaning Homelander had wanted him to feel this.

When he got a little too deep or, rather… deeply too little, sex was the last thing on his mind. Billy, regretfully, sighed once and bid his boner goodbye for the day. "Sorry I pushed ya, baby boy."

Homelander just shook his head and curled up on the bed. He never said much while he was in this state, too estranged from his own voice and too ashamed to attempt a more childlike one. Billy leaned against the headboard and opened his arms. The offer was gladly taken, and the supe flung himself into his embrace with vigor.

They'd made rules after it had happened the first time, so there was a framework for Billy to fall back on, and if push came to shove, there were ways to get Homelander out of this headspace by force. But today was a lazy fucking Saturday, so why not indulge?

Homelander was beginning to nuzzle into his neck, trying to get comfortable. Billy was getting ready to maybe have a look at the news on his phone, maybe just lounge around and doze. But the restless nuzzling showed no sign of letting up. "Hey, what're you doin' hm?" He carded his fingers through Homelander’s hair, trying to soothe him, but the supe was clearly on a mission.

Homelander kept nuzzling his face into Billy's chest, and when Billy realized why he was doing it, his cheeks started burning with shame he thought he'd long given up. "Oi. Mate. There's nothing for you. Don’t even try."

"Hungry," Homelander replied in a petulant tone.

"I know, I know." Billy parted Homelander's lips with the tip of his thumb, the digit being suckled on immediately. "We didn't have time to eat properly yesterday, hm? But if you want me to fix you something, you'll have to let me get up."

Homelander shook his head, even as he let the finger slip from his mouth.

Billy tugged the blanket over the supe's bare body, watching as he huddled into it. A strange feeling welled up in him. There was no reconciling this man with the one who had taken everything from Billy, and the cognitive dissonance caused him a migraine. Maybe they did this because it was easier for both of them, Homelander making himelf harmless and Billy making himself care. It was simple. Simple, like the warmth inside his chest which satisfied a desire so far beyond sex that it defied definition.

"I won't be gone long," he assured the shape under the blanket as he walked into the kitchen, knowing full-well that he was under constant surveillance.

He kept their supplies in the bulldog-shaped box, taking the head off now and pulling out the bottle. He'd quickly realiszed that any milk would potentially do. He could simply warm up cow's milk, and the supe would be happy. But he'd invested in some high-end formula for situations like these. Made it more authentic when there was a baby on the box and everything. The clerk at the store he'd bought it from had congratulated him on the birth. "Yeah thanks, mate," he’d mumbled and walked off. What did you even reply to that…

But that had been the initial embarrassment. Three, four, five sessions in, and Billy had begun to enjoy their arrangement properly. Save for the nipple sucking. He'd not give in on that point in a million years, even if Homelander kept trying to get away with covertly shoving his entire face into Billy's pecs; he had limits.

Billy waited for the milk to warm up, stretching out the crick in the neck. He did feel all of his forty-six-and-a-half years in the morning, but he could still get it up alright. Shouldn't think about that. Sex was out of the question for the day and possibly all of tomorrow, too. Depending on how far they took their little plays.

After screwing the lid onto the bottle, Billy tilted the bottle and allowed a bit of milk to drip on his arm to test the temperature. There was no reason to do it, no-one to perform for, and the supe wouldn't feel the heat of it anyway. But it was a gesture that got him more into his role, and he found he liked it.

He heard the rustle of the blanket from the other room over as Homelander apparently freed himself from the fabric. Of course he'd been witnessing every single movement through the walls. The little spillage on Billy's hand must have smelled like an appetizer to him.

"Okay, lad," he announced as he returned to the bed. "Up you go, c'mere."

Homelander was eager, one of his feet getting tangled in the blanket. Frustrated, he shook himself free.

Billy couldn't help but laugh. The supe was adorable when he was like this. "Nobody's taking it away from you. Don't hurry." He helped Homelander position himself, helped his head into his lap, into the crook of his arm, supported like a baby. Billy felt like indulging him, so he brought Homelander's head up to his chest, holding the bottle at an angle that would almost, almost simulate breastfeeding.

Homelander closed his eyes, clearly getting lost in the fantasy. He latched on easily, content with pushing his cheek into Butcher's chest. The pull of him beginning to suck on the nipple of the bottle was enough to have Billy tighten his hold on it. In moments like these, Homelander sometimes forgot his strength, nearly taking the bottle out of Billy's hand (and nearly taking Billy's arm off at the joint). Billy adjusted his grip. "That's for waiting patiently. Even though you watched me, didn't ya? Did you watch Daddy through the walls?"

Homelander nodded, not for a moment stopping his suckling. He looked up at Billy wide-eyed, even now expecting a punishment. Billy leaned forward to kiss his forehead instead. Disarming him with violence never worked, but disarming him with kindness did. The supe practically went boneless for any scrap of affection, and if you drowned him in it, then he'd always return for more and be on good behavior for the hours away from Billy.

They fell into an easy silence. The city was beginning to wake up properly, and Billy listened to the cars outside, angry drivers honking at angry drivers. Hate was so far from his mind in this moment that he had trouble understanding why they did it in the first place. He was in a bubble where there was no need for road rage or any other form of human hatred. He knew he'd have to pop it eventually, go back to the cunts outside. For now, there was a supe in his lap, eagerly awaiting further care. Weird fucking world.

The pull of the suction got weaker and weaker, and Billy was hauled back out of his brain by a small distressed noise. "What's wrong, baby boy?" he asked when he noticed the look of displeasure on Homelander's face.

Homelander blinked, let the nipple fall out of his mouth with hesitation. "Tummy hurts," he proclaimed.

"Your… wait, your tummy hurts?"

Homelander was clearly growing a bit squirmy in his hold, fussy like a child. "Mhm. Tummy hurts."

Billy made a confused sound and put the bottle away. Homelander never showed signs of physical discomfort at all, and Billy was fairly sure he couldn't get a tummy ache, neither from drinking milk nor from anything. The supe's digestive tract was as invulnerable as the rest of him. Maybe just a game, feigning pain in order to let Billy kiss the pain better. But most of the time, their play was based around instinct, not planning elaborate scenarios. So something was clearly not going the way Homelander liked.

Billy pulled the blanket to the side in order to take a look at the supe's bare belly- and understood. The milk drinking was a risky scenario sometimes. Turned out, it would as often turn the supe on as it would provide him comfort. Homelander's cock was hard, curved against his belly. This was getting him worked up. And they hadn't finished fucking, either. Billy shouldn't blame him for getting horny at a time like this. But it also wasn't what they did. Not like this.

"Ah. This kinda tummy ache. Yeah, that's a bitch- That's…" He cut himself off, having forgotten the no-swear rule. "That's uncomfortable, hm?"

"Don't wan' it," Homelander whined, squirming some more. He pressed his thighs against each other like that would do anything.

"Ssh, none of that," Billy shushed the supe. "It goes away faster if you're still." He was glad his own body didn't betray him. His heartbeat remained steady, his cock soft. He knew any minuscule change in the hormonal chemistry of his blood would get the supe all the more worked up.

Homelander heeded Billy's command, not moving, not even breathing in his lap. Statue-esque save for the ever so slight shivering.

Billy decided on a distraction and began to rub the flat of his hand over Homelander's stomach, high enough up to never get in contact with his dick. "Full of milk, hm? Good boy. Don't ya worry. Tummy aches happen when you drink so fast. But Daddy's gonna make it better." He began to list up all the things they'd do to take Homelander's mind off their current predicament. "Daddy's gonna look at some files later. I got some work to do on the weekend, too. That's how busy Daddy can be. But you'll be there to keep him company, right?"

Homelander gave a small nod, lips twitching into a smile. He curled into Billy's hand a bit, clearly enjoying the warmth, breath hitching from time to time. Billy could feel the muscles under his hand twitch. Supe was ticklish. Now that was something to exploit some other day. He had to keep their sessions fun.

"Are you a big enough boy to get yourself dressed today?"

Homelander perked up and nodded eagerly. Getting dressed was a fixed part of their days during sessions. The suit lay unused in Billy's closet, out of sight (out of Billy's sight), and the supe got to choose civilian clothes for the time being. Billy had inwardly laughed when Homelander had made a suggestion for an outfit. "F for creativity," he'd said when Homelander had pointed out a Vought-brand pajama designed to resemble his suit as closely as possible.

"Oh, fuck off. They make them comfy."

So now this monstrosity lived in Billy's apartment, always washed with scentless detergent, printed-on eagles on the shoulders and all. To add insult to injury, Homelander had chosen red wooly socks for the outfit to replicate the look of his ridiculous boots.

Billy could have complained. He could have vetoed the outfit. They'd both agreed he held the reigns during their time together, but it made Homelander happy. Giddy like a little boy who got to play his hero.

The anticipation of getting to wear the cotton blend suit-jama was enough to deter Homelander's body from any thoughts about sex, so Billy gave his stomach one last pat and helped him up. The supe was gone quicker than the eye could follow, and Billy heard him rummaging around somewhere.

He returned not a full minute after getting up, fully dressed. "Aren't you comfy today?" Billy asked, having pulled his own pants on and zipping them up.

The effect of the pajama was a strange one. The suit was fully sculpted in the shape of a superhero body with the help of foam. The boots had enough heel to make Homelander seem more imposing than he was. Now, he only looked soft. The pajama was one size too big, sleeves covering Homelander's hands. The shirt was half-tucked into the pants, clearly not on purpose. He'd simply been too quick, and now it looked effortlessly adorable like everything this fucking film star did. The outfit made him seem slight, and younger than he was. His hair was unkempt.

"Daddy's gonna make some coffee for himself. You brush your teeth and meet me in the living room, yeah?"

Their play had never depended on Homelander staying one single age. He could be fed like a newborn, be ordered around like a kid, become stubborn like a pre-teen when told to heed the bedtime Billy'd decided. And he was proud when he accomplished a task to Billy's utter satisfaction, like making sure his teeth were minty fresh. He liked so much to be useful.

Well, fate would have it that Billy very much liked feeling needed.

The time from morning to noon was spent with work. Billy had pulled up his laptop and had sat down on the sofa with a cup of coffee. Homelander had joined him, first with his hands in his lap, then leaning his head onto his shoulder.

"Daddy?" he whispered into Billy's ear like he didn't want anyone else to hear.

"Mh?" Billy kept scrolling, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Paci?"

"You need something in your mouth?"

"Mhm."

The pacifier had the American flag on it.

Billy thought it absolutely monstrous. As a joke, he'd liked to have bought one with the Union Jack, but the supe was anal about those kinds of pranks. He'd also seen one with "mute button" written on it, but that had also seemed a bit mean-spirited for the way their sessions had developed. This wasn't a joke. For Homelander, it was almost painfully real, and for Billy it had started to grow to be. So the flag had been a compromise: fun, but in style.

Homelander suckled on it absentmindedly, tiredly leaning against Billy again. His head was an almost comforting weight, and the sound of the suckling was a steady white noise, rhythmic and comforting. Billy didn't have to turn his head to the side to understand that the supe was watching the screen with half-lidded gaze, just happy to be close to him. Billy found himself missing the sound from time to time, sometimes days after Homelander had gone back to the Tower.

M.M. wanted to initiate a video call halfway through the day, and the suckling stopped immediately. "Daddy's gonna have to take that," Billy warned, and the suckling continued a bit more petulantly this time as he accepted the call, but declined the use of his cam.

"Mornin', M. What do you got for me today?" There were no secrets in those files that Homelander didn't also know, so the supe reading or hearing anything wouldn't mean shit. And it wasn't like he was in a state to take in any information that wasn't cut into lovingly bite-sized syllable pairs of baby talk.

"Oh, I might have just the thing to wake you up. That lead you gave us about this Headhunter? That was a good one! We actually managed to find an address. … What's that sound?"

Lunch was a routine affair. Billy cut up all the important ingredients. Homelander got to peel a few potatoes. He had to, however, promise to be careful and not peel toward his body, so as not to cut himself. The supe nodded gravely, like he had been given instructions to personally protect the country, and continued to hold the vegetable with a reverence reserved for a trophy. Sometimes, he pretended to get a cut anyway, just to receive a bandaid and a kiss, but today, he enjoyed feeling useful and wanted to show Billy his skills, so the potatoes were perfectly peeled with preternatural accuracy, nothing wasted.

"Good lad. Look at those. Good job."

Homelander preened under the praise, rocking back and forth on his heels out of sheer excitement. Billy got hit by a wave of emotion from it and ruffled his hair a bit until lunch was forgotten in favor of a tickle fight on the floor of the kitchen.

Dessert consisted of sliced-up fruit. Billy held the slices in his hand, letting Homelander lean forward and eat them directly from him. Very softly, his tongue lapped at Billy's fingers to lick up some of the juice.

It was more innocent than it had any right to be. It also ensured Homelander would be sufficiently stained, suit-jama and all.

"How d'you manage to get so messy without even using your own hands, huh?" Billy asked, pointing out the traces of juice all over Homelander.

Homelander giggled, knowing he would never get punished for this. Maybe Billy was getting a bit lenient with him, but the lad had been on perfect behavior recently, and not even the Boys had been able to dig up any murders he might have committed, so whatever Billy was doing, it was working its magic.

"You know what it means, though, right? Off my lap, now. To the tub with ya."

Homelander gave a quick salute and stormed off. Billy wasn't sure his feet were touching the ground; he heard no footsteps, no sliding of socks on tiles.

Originally, Billy had been annoyed by the bathtub in the room. He never used it anyway, and having an extra tub alongside a shower just drove the rent price up. But now he was happy with it because it added a dimension to their session that the shower couldn't. The shower was for fucking, for hands sliding on wet tiles and blood circling down the drain.

The tub was for intimacy. Homelander angled his legs to fit in, his knees sticking out of the foam like bony little hills.

Billy watched him try and drown an action figure of the Deep with an action figure of Homelander. He'd bought those ones definitely as a joke at first, but as it was so often with jokes, it had become serious enough for Homelander to genuinely play with the plastic men.

He sat behind the tub on a wooden stool, lathering his hands with shampoo before working it into Homelander's hair. He massaged it in, dragging his hand along the scalp only to hear Homelander make a pleasant sound and lean into him. He was getting wetter than he wanted. Might as well have bathed, too.

All products were hypo-allergenic, not for their dermatological recommendations but because Homelander hated synthetic perfumes more than anything. This way, he could relax.

Billy began to wash the shampoo out, shielding Homelander's eyes with one hand so as not to get any soap into his eyes.

"Thanks, Daddy," Homelander said quietly and let his hand hang over the side of the tub, getting the floor wet.

"Water's getting freezin', lad. Come out."

With plenty of splashing, Homelander made his way out of the tub, naked and warily eyeing the towel with which Billy approached.

The supe's skin was sensitive. Not to bullets, but to terry. He squirmed in Billy's hold as he was toweled off, trying half-heartedly to break free. Billy tried to get this part over with relatively quickly, but never quick enough for Homelander's tastes. This time, the bathroom lit up in a warning glow. People had run - in vain - from this very gaze. Now, it looked almost a little comical and definitely adorable coming out of eyes that were offended about the body they belonged to being toweled off.

"Hey, hey. That bad?"

"Ouch," was all Homelander commented.

"We're almost done, hm? Count to five slowly, and then I'm gone, okay?"

When Homelander reached four, the glow dimmed, and by five, he was hugging Billy close, emanating heat and the faint smell of unperfumed shampoo. Crisis averted.

It was evening when Homelander's gaze finally cleared and he safeworded out of their session. He still had his head in Billy's lap as they lay watching some nonsensical kids' show. The plot was so dumb it was impossible to follow as an adult, but they both continued to look at the screen anyway. They were a little sheepish every time after this was over.

"That was… good."

"Ya don't gotta talk about it."

"No, I know. But I feel… quiet. Like it's quiet in here." He knocked his own hand against his head. "It's never quiet in here."

Monday, they'd go back to their respective sides and spout bullshit.

And by Sunday, they'll have ended up here once more, sharing fruit and watching shows in comfy loungewear and getting the pacifier out of the Terror-shaped case. Butcher didn't want to think about when he'd begun to look forward to someone calling him "Daddy" and meaning it.

[fanficgirly18]

Ben Drowned x Female Chubby Reader| Part 3

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You tried to run away- or should I say, swim away- since you were floating in a place that felt like it was underwater.

CRACKLE.

Your shoulder went on fire, all your hairs standing up. Your whole body straightened, trying to pull apart the pain. 

You found yourself screaming.

A w ,  d i d   y o u   n o t   l i k e   t h a t?

Ben Drowned floated to your side. His fingers were crackling with electricity.

I  t o l d  y o u  t o  l i s t e n   t o  m e .

He grinned at you, his eyes inspecting you.

D o  i t   a g a i n .

S c r e  a m   f o r   m e .

One of his hands exploded with ripples of electricity, like in those electric globes. He swiped his hand in your direction, and you were electrocuted again, and everything shook, including your heart.

This electricity was stronger.

You screamed even louder, but there were pauses in your screams- like a lagging computer- by being electrocuted.

T h a t ' s   i t .

He tilted his head, watching you shudder, shake and convulse your flab like jello, and he was staring almost innocently.

I s n ' t   t h i s  a   f u n   g a m e ?

B e t t e r   t h a n  a  v i d e o  g a m e  i f  y o u  a s k  m e .

"STOP," you wailed.

Ben held his cruel stare, and his innocent expression turned into malicious one.

W h y ?

T h i s  i s   t h e   f u  n I  w a s   t a l k i n g  a b o u t .

"Ple- ase s------top- I'LL DO ANYTHING," you screamed.

Ben's eyes widened, but then a sly grin spread on his face.

A n y t h i n g ?

A l r i g h t  t h e n  , c h u b b y   l a d y . K i s s m e.

He really went there.

He came closer, the electricity dying from his hands.

You stared at him.

He didn't let you decide, and forced you into a kiss.

You got jolts of pain from sparks coming from his tongue.

His hands found your love handles.

He grinned evilly as he did it all, and you felt a part of you die.

Y o u ' r e   m i n e .

[praebitorem-glaciei]

nsfw asks - ay edition

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

i am sorry to say he does the bare minimum, but he usually prepares beforehand, already has water and a lil snack and a cloth on the bedside table. he's just very eeby.

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

His lips,, he knows he's kissable. For his partner, thighs.

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

Ay the kind of person to like cumming ON his partner. His cum also has the slightest glow to it?? god...

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

He has the ability to brand his partner during sex should he wish, he's kind of into it. Mark of the Moon Deity baby. It's the same moon symbol present on his and Io's models, it'll look almost like a tattoo in the same shade of purple as his facial one on the back of his partner's neck.

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

Not very, but very eager to learn!

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

Missionary or riding

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

For him, it's a fun activity so he isn't super serious, but he doesn't make it a joke either.

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

It's... silver. It luckily doesn't fade into purple like his hair, but it is silver. kind of messy.. sorry he travels so much. Clean at least?

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

Very giggly, lots of kisses, attentive. Cute!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ay doesn't jack off that much j cause he doesn't see the appeal of it..

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

HAIR PULLING... PULL HIS HAIR PLEASE... he also loves biting and being bit. rough sex is his kink.. He likes to fight for power too! it's fun.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, but preferably inside..

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

He's as bad as a teenage boy, I'm afraid. Even just a look is enough..

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

Will not have sex outside if its night time.. -shudders-

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

Prefers receiving, but he can give, he's not the BEST at giving but very good at following instructions. if his partner sucks on his knot he'll cum immediately.

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

Fast and rough, careful though, he doesn't want to immediately knot his partner.

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

Nah, not for him. He likes proper sex, and given his knot, sex takes time.

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

Ay is down to experiment! He loves trying new stuff. The humans come up with such interesting things...

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

He is a God, a minor deity, but a God nonetheless. He will go for sooo long.. until he's shooting blanks and his partner is stuffed.

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

Doesn't really have space to carry toys, but would like to try them!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He kind of sucks at teasing.. Mainly cause Ay wants to j get down and dirty and will pout rather than tease.

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

Loud and needy even when he's on top..

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

He has a heat despite being amab! And hoo does he have a breeding kink.

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

7.4in, he has a knot.. A very sizeable knot.

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

Once he starts having sex? Really fucking high.

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

He has to FIGHT HIMSELF not to fall asleep immediately afterwards.... eeby fox..

[butterflychaos]

:/: IC TAG DROP

aesthetic tags:

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a e s t h e t i c ┊ ❛ her trouble is that she falls in love with every pretty thing. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ w o r d s ┊ ❛ her aura is made of poetry, roses and galaxies. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ p h i l o s o p h y ┊ ❛ give us bread but give us roses ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ m u s i c ┊ ❛ maybe we will wake up singing ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a p p e a r a n c e ┊ ❛ luminous tendril of celestial wish ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ f a s h i o n ┊ ❛ there is a hidden agenda in the fragility of romance ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a r c h i t e c t u r e ┊ ❛ all palaces are temporary palaces ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ r w b y ┊ ❛ let me tell you about the birds and the bees ; the moon and the stars. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ b r o a d w a y ┊ ❛ the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ n a t u r e ┊ ❛ branches shudder beneath the frequencies of their creator ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ h a r r y p ┊ ❛ one day she realised he was made of light. ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ a r t ┊ ❛ eating yellow paint ❜

࿐ ˚ . ✦ i s m s ┊ ❛ if we studied birds maybe we could learn to be free ❜

[blueparadis]

Kokonoi Hajime || A to Z Profile

rating : mature

type : drabble (special event post)

notes : posting again because my Tumblr betrayed me :)

♡ or ⟳appreciated !

A - Aftercare

Kokonoi needs it. Wrap him in your embrace to make him feel loved, needed and he'll reciprocate if he doesn't come down to tears after such exposure to affection.

B - Bondage

Koko is gonna beg you to tie him up. He wants to feel the hunger he has for you. And once he's unleashed he's gonna be rough with you.

C - Cover the cry

He'll be soft and tender if it pains you; if you moan out of pain. He does like to hear your voice but doesn't goes rough. So he'll probably go weak if you're noisy.

D - Dominance

He's a strong submissive. He doesn't want to dominant because he can't trust himself being in the lead. Even if his hands are free he won't lay a finger on you.

E - Erogenous Zones

Distract him with a kiss and touch his clothed member. He'll abruptly pull out from the kiss shuddering under your touch.

F - Favorite body part

He doesn't prefer to touch you while he's inside you. But if he's not restrained he would like to touch your ass for a grip.

G - Get caught

He'll beg you not to interfere and will get super embarrassed about it. But if he catches you in the act, you're lucky to see his dominant side.

H-Humiliation

Yes but you've to provide undeniable comfort both emotionally and physically. If you make him feel humiliated ,he wants you to be his only and only aid.

I - Idle zone

He has pictures, videos of you. Ofcourse, with your permission. He wouldn't mind touching himself if he knows you're busy.

J - Join the Show

Nope. He wants all your attention focused on him. He'll get hurt if you impose such acts on him.

K - Kissing

He loves to kiss you while you're on top of him. While his hands are tied, he'll lean to kiss you occasionally to take your moans and breaths.

L- Location & Lighting

He prefers it dim, more like no light at all. He doesn't want you see his face while you get to fuck him. He can't maintain eye contact that much.

M-Masochism

He has a mild sadistic aura if you provoke him otherwise he can take it if you want it that badly but he will be not good at caring after such acts.

N- Nudity

He wants you to be totally naked. He won't lay hands on you but he'll occasionally kiss your chest ,suck your nipples while you're bobbing on him.

O- Orgasm Control

No. Absolutely no. He doesn't like to beg and he won't deny your orgasm either.

P- Public place

Yes, always. That's the only place where he gets to pin you against the wall grabbing your hands above your head while slipping the other into your underwear. He'll not let you be loud.

Q- Quite Quickie

Only if you are in public with him. He'll get hot just by observing your movements and so he always has a second stomach for quickies.

R- Routine

He doesn't need one. He takes care of his health and body well enough but he won't take up a routine because it tempts him to break all the rules.

S- Stamina

He holds up pretty well even if he's the one who's subjected more erotic strokes than you but he releases without warning.

T- Time to Tease

He wants to be teased. He wants you to make him cum just by teasing alone. He would tease you if you're in public or getting all the attention.

U- Underwear

He has got a whole wardrobe of lingerie for both of you. Moreover, he has fixed colors according to the days.

V- Voyeurism

If you throw tantrums, he's more of a mild exhibitionist; also ,if he wants to grab your attention otherwise it's a no for him.

W- WAM

Yes, he loves to do it on you but doesn't prefer it on him. it's quite rare for him to engage him in a food play.

X- X - dressing

He's curious about it. He will willingly do it and might be into pegging if he's cross-dressed.

Y- Yes/No

Yes. He is a great practitioner of bdsm. Where do you think all the money goes?

Z- Zone out

Yes, at midnight if you're awake. He likes to cuddle. He won't disturb your sleep even if he woke up due to a bad dream.

@blueparadis do not alter and repost elsewhere :)

[marlena-immortale]

NSFW Alphabet (Thomas)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A puddle. Thomas would be a puddle after sex. All fucked out and not able to form a complete sentence. He’d just wanna cuddle up to you and stay in your arms forever. You’d have to reassure him that you'll be right back when you go get a cloth to clean him up. And he’d be on top of you, so fucking clingy, the rest of the night. 

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his own body is his hands. He is so proud to be able to make you feel good with his long slender fingers. And he knows you have a thing for them so he makes sure to play with them and move them around when he catches you staring. You can’t blame him either because they are just so beautiful and you want them all over you all the time. His favorite body part of yours is your hips. His favorite thing is to grip on to them while you bounce up and down on his cock. Not guiding you or moving you, just letting you fuck yourself on him while using his hands on your hips as his only tether to reality while you fuck his brains out. 

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

He would spill sooo much cum when you finally let him let go of all his pent up release. There would be thick white ropes dripping all over his chest and stomach after you jerk him off. 

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This boy’s got plenty of dirty secrets, that he’s a little bit ashamed of, that he’ll slowly reveal, knowing that you’d never judge him for anything he’s into or wants to try. One thing that took him a while to let himself indulge in with you is his desire to be totally at your mercy and completely submit to you. He wants to be tied up, blindfolded, and told he’s your pretty little bitch. But once he does tell you, it’s become his second nature to get on his knees and bow his head everytime you give him a certain look. 

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have very much experience but don't worry, he gets off on you teaching him. You’d have to show how to properly make someone feel good and guide his tentative hands where you want them and tell him exactly what you want him to do and call him a good boy when he does it right. 

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

He loves it when you’re on top riding him, setting the pace and pinning him down to the bed. He likes to feel your weight on top of him, grounding him. Or, if he’s the one getting fucked, he likes you pounding into you in missionary so he can stare at your pretty face while he lays back and takes all the pleasure you’re willing to give him. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he’s too far gone to be cheeky but when you’re just getting started teasing or if you both are wanting something more vanilla for the night, he can be very cute and goofy, always messing around and making little jokes every once in a while. 

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s got cute little blond curls all over that you just can’t help but run your fingers through any chance you get. 

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Thomas is very intimate but still very submissive. He loves to have you closely pressed against him at all times to feel your love for him in your breaths against his skin and little kisses left on his face and neck and warm skin pressed against him. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is constantly jacking off whenever he gets any alone time. Unless of course you punish him by not letting him touch himself because he's a good boy and he knows how to follow your commands even when he doesn’t want to. He knows that his domme knows best. 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obviously he loves your d/s dynamic as well as bondage and pegging. But, something else he really enjoys is a little bit of pain. And not just as punishment, he likes the pain especially during sex. It drives him wild when you bite down hard on his neck or thighs, sometimes even drawing a little blood, or when you scratch your nails hard down his back, or when you fuck into him just a little too hard to overwhelm him a bit. 

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

He’d be down to fuck just about anywhere and any time you want. He loves to be pushed into the nearest lockable room. Or, maybe even a little mild public play with you softly running your fingertips along the exposed skin of his thighs or his chest or his palm and sensitive inner wrist. Or with you planting wet kisses on his neck while he shudders in your embrace, secretly hoping someone sees. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do. Seeing you lick a drop of ice cream that fell onto your hand; he’s instantly hard. You bend over to pick something up and a little more of your skin is showing

or reach up and your shirt rides up; he’s instantly hard. You innocently brush past him while walking, he’s instantly hard. This boy is obsessed with you and his body definitely makes that clear for you even if he tries to hide it. 

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like to take charge but you don’t seem to have a problem with that. You love to have him under your control. 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Always such a good boy, he’ll stay down there for as long as you like him to. And, he absolutely thrives off of being crushed between your thighs and you sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his pretty mouth and nose and using him just to reach your own orgasm. 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck him hard and fast till his mind is turned to mush and he’ll be happy. In those rare times when he’s on top, bouncing up and down on your strap, he’ll be completely pliable in your hands guiding his hips on top of yours while his head rests on your chest letting out moans and whimpers and incoherent words that sound vaguely like your name.  

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Again, he’d be down ot fuck anywhere and any time and you know exactly how to make him cum so quickly. He’d be so blushy and subby afterwards too, all flustered and warm when someone tries to talk to him. He’d need you by his side the rest of the outing, clinging onto you all smiley and happy while everyone else gives you knowing looks. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s definitely game to experiment whenever you want to try something new and puts all his trust in you no matter what. Not to mention, Thomas is such an exhibitionist and doing things in public is his favorite risk to take. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Poor baby can never last very long when he has a pretty woman touching him. He’ll be ready to burst so quickly once you get your hands on him. 

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His favorite toy is of course your strap and the many ...ahem… attachments you have just for him. You prefer the big pink one that takes plenty of prep to fit inside him. He also loves your more painful toys too, as much as he begs and pleads for you to stop, he knows he has a safeword to use if he ever wants to and he secretly loves the punishment anyway. 

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would never last if he tried to tease you. You, on the other hand, love to tease him. Seeing him get all desperate and whiny is absolute heaven. You’d give him soft little touches and kisses all over his body except where he wants them most. He’d be so desperate you’d have to pin his hands down so he doesn’t touch himself in the meantime. 

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thomas is so fucking loud. Such a whiny little bitch. You’d have to make sure to stuff or cover his mouth when you’re in a place where you could get caught. When you’re in private though, he would nuzzle his face in your neck and his little whimpers would reverberate through you. 

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thomas loves when you check in on him during a scene. He knows it’s just to make sure he’s still ok, but it just feels so intimate and sweet to him. You always take a second and lean down to brush the hair out of his face and wipe his stray tears away and place little kisses on his cheeks and nose and ask how he’s feeling or if he wants to continue. It always brings a smile to his face, even in the middle of a punishment. 

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is quite large. Very long but not super thick. It would feel so good inside you and would look so pretty all red and leaky, dripping all over his stomach. It would get all twitchy at the slightest touch or the feel of your breath over it. 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is so high. This boy’s gotta get off every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Whenever you’re not fucking him, he’s getting himself off. He’s ready to go at just about any moment. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aw, poor boy is so tired afterwards. After his last orgasm of the night, he’s already half asleep and by the time you’re done cleaning him up, he’s snoring sweetly in your arms.

[millennialgrandma]

January Wrap Up

Please excuse the fact that we are nearly done with February. I spent what felt like the entire month of January moving into my house. Obviously I was not about to mess with updating my spreadsheet on my phone (shudders), so it had to wait until I got internet set up a couple weeks ago. And then I discovered Airtable by way of my fanfic mom @amypc1 and decided I needed to start off the new year using this tool rather than a spreadsheet. It took me an ungodly amount of time to figure out how I wanted to set up my Airtable - like, literal days. I'm not kidding. I'm fully aware of how fucking ridiculous I am.

Anyways, I still managed to read a healthy amount of words.

Things I Wrote

All I have to offer from this busy month is a lone Twitter drabble. Trigger warning for grief noted at the beginning of the thread. It allowed me to process some of my own grief and reminded me just how powerful and therapeutic a tool writing can be.

Things I Read

Here's the thing. I didn't feel like I read a lot this month, until I wrote it all down (and then put it into my new, shiny Airtable). I normally track on a spreadsheet as the month progresses; however, between moving and not having internet...I was out here acting a fool. Anyways, it turns out I still read a lot.

And it should come as no surprise that I didn't read any traditionally published books this month, but I FUCKING SWEAR I WILL READ SOME THIS YEAR. Twelve books. I will read twelve books this year. Maybe.

Fiction:

Nonfiction:

Fanfiction:

Complete: (approx. 278.4k words)

Reread for Smut with Friends: The Duality of Touch by @ambpersand (dramione, E, 9.9k)

Reread for Smut with Friends: The Taste of Ink by ambpersand (dramione, E, 6.2k)

Group Read: Hot for Teacher by MotherofBulls (dramione, M, 61.7k)

Group Read: What Happens in Oslo by @indreamsink (dramione, E, 10.8k)

Reread for Smut with Friends: Make Me, Malfoy by ambpersand (dramione, E, 10.1k)

Group Read: Nothing Good Happens After 2AM by @lovesbitca8; embedded art by @nikitajobson (dramione, E, 8.6k)

Reread for Smut with Friends: Tea and Cliches by @viridianatnight (dramione, E, 5.2k)

Group Read: The Last Drop by @darkofthemoonfic (dramione, E, 3.5k)

Reread for Smut with Friends: Husband Size by @senlinyuwrites (dramione, M, 4.3k)

Group Read: Rainy Days and Cloudy Skies Brokensocietys (dramione, GA, 1.4k)

Group Read: Love and Other Aromas by ambpersand (dramione, T, 1.1k)

Group Read: The Long Way Around by Fractured (dramione, E, 18k)

Reread for Smut with Friends: Again and Again by @viridianatnight (dramione, E, 4.8k)

Group Read: Broken Promise, Broken Hip by @forgotten-traveler (dramione, E, 3.1k)

Group Read: As You Wish by @scullymurphy (dramione, E, 6.3k)

Leather Forever by emilyinwonderland (dramione, E, 2.8k)

Flushed Mornings by enemieswbnefits (dramione, E, 3.8k)

The Meaning of Sin by ambpersand (dramione, E, 2.3k)

We're All Chaotic Here - Fuck or Die by @whimsymanaged (lucius/pansy, E, 1.3k)

We're All Chaotic Here - Erotic Poetry Reading by whimsymanaged (hermione/greg goyle, E, 1.7k)

Love in Idleness by @ambpersand, @mightbewriting (fredmione, E, 5k)

The Rose by AmorDeMiVida (dramione, E, 3.5k)

Choices for Chance - r u s h by @ambpersand (ronsy, E, 1.4k)

Choices for Chance - f i g u r e i t o u t by ambpersand (nottpott, E, 1.1k)

Choices for Chance - d o o m e d by ambpersand (panville, E, 1k)

Choices for Chance - c l o s e r by ambpersand (sirius/minerva, E, 1.9k)

Choices for Chance - d i r t y by ambpersand (blinny, E, 1.5k)

here there be chaos - s l i t h e r by @mightbewriting (theocissa, E, 1k)

here there be chaos - h o t b l o o d e d by mightbewriting (wolfstar, E, 1k)

here there be chaos - y o u s h o u l d s e e m e i n a c r o w n by mightbewriting (ronsy, E, 1k)

here there be chaos - b u b b l e g u m b i t c h by mightbewriting (ginsy, E, 1k)

here there be chaos - a r o u n d m y n e c k by mightbewriting (blinny, E, 1k)

i n t r o d u c t i o n s by @malpal132 (charmione, E, 1.3k)

d e c o r u m by malpal132 (ronsy, E, 1.1k)

Drinking Games by @indreamsink (ginsy, M, 1.3k)

Reread for Group Read: Insufferable Insatiability by @heyjude19-writing (dramione, E, 4.6k)

Group Read: A Place Called Home by everythursday/sage (dramione, E, 3.7k)

Group Read: The Dumbing Down of Love by @inadaze22 (dramione, T, 2.1k)

Should You Be Watching? by @smithandbarrowman (hansy, E, 3.9k)

The Academics of Antagonism by smokyquartz (darmione, E, 4.3k)

Selfish Desires by sweetestsorrows (dramione, E, 4.2k)

Filled with Love by @enchantedreams13 (dramione, E, 5.4k)

The Long Shot by @helenaeldritch (dramione, E, 5.4k)

Next Time I'll Be The Book by elastique (dramione, E, 3k)

Accidental Voyeur by @enchantedreams13 (dramione, E, 6.1k)

Intentional Exhibitionist by @enchantedreams13 (dramione, E, 4.2k)

Give and Take by @ambpersand (dramione, E, 1.1k)

Seven Minutes in Heaven by morriganmercy (dramione, T, 1.2k)

Bad Girl by @frumpologist (cormac/hermione, E, 2.2k)

Reread for Smut with Friends: Nontrivial Pursuits by @senlinyuwrites (dramione, M, 4.8k)

Smut with Friends: Welcome Home by @dreamsofdramione, @inadaze22; embedded art by @mignon-chignon (dramione, E, 1.8k)

That Mouth Was Made for Sitting by @ambpersand (dramione, E, 1.1k)

Forbidden Fruit by sweetestsorrows; embedded NSFWart by @roseheira (dramione, E, 3.2k)

The Mirror of Erised by @comfortablesilences110 (dramione, E, 15.6k)

How To Touch a Girl by Kittenshift17 (dramionarry, E, 3k)

Finish On The Sheets by @littlesixxwrites (dramione, E, 6.7k)

WIPs: (approx. 65.5k words)

for the best (NOW COMPLETE) by @hawthornewhisperer - Chapters 16 - 19 (dramione, M, 8.2k)

Let The Dark In by @senlinyuwrites - Chapters 10 - 11 (dramione, M, 7.7k

A Safe, Devoted Darkness by @heyjude19-writing - Chapter 5 (dramione, E, 4.1k)

A Season for Setting Fires by @mightbewriting - Chapters 18 - 23 (dramione, E, 14.8k)

Measure of a Man by @inadaze22 - Chapters 36 - 37 (dramione, E, 30.7k)

Things I'm Currently Reading (Heading into February)

We are continuing our group read of Ordinary People, and have now started reading Contradictions together as well. I'm still following Disappearances as Trish records. February will be filled with Valentine-themed reads. As always, my TBR list is horrifyingly long. All my my books have been unpacked and placed in their new home on the bookshelf in my office, so I have zero excuses not to start an actual book now. Whatever, we know that's not happening for February.

See you next week (hopefully) for February's wrap up! :)

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Sannie Edition

A/N: I've seen a lot of dom!ateez edition for this but not really much sub!ateez, so y'all know I had to do it lol. As always, take this with a grain of salt as I do not know the ateezers irl

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

Doesn't matter if y'all had rough and kinky sex or sweet and soft sex, this boy will always be blissed out when y'all are done. He needs all the sweet kisses on his cheeks, his neck freckles, knuckle kisses, and cuddles. Whisper praise to him and feed and hydrate him...and give him a bath if it was a particularly rough session complete with washing his hair.

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

He's most proud of abs because not only would he be able to see (and feel) a tummy bulge with ur larger strap on/large dick, he also knows it earns him praise from you because of how hard he works for them. On you, he can't choose his favorite: he'd sway between your lips and the way they make him shudder, your fingers and the way they dig into his hips, and your legs that he could hold onto in missionary, whether thicc or skinny.

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

He definitely loves to eat cum, both yours and his, but especially his when it's paired with degradation. He also loves the feeling of you cumming in his ass and it never fails to send him over the edge and wiped out so quickly...he will beg for this. If you have a pussy, make him eat you out after he came inside, it's one of his favorite things.

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

He's really private with intimacy and prefers not to show off...however, at least once, he would love nothing more than for you to take him in front of a camera and treat him as nothing more than a useless plaything for your pleasure, showing everyone that you own him and then gift the tape to his members...perhaps to lead them to a whole ass orgy where he gets absolutely destroyed by everyone on your command.

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

Contrary to popular belief, he's not as experienced as we might be inclined to believed. He's probably only had a couple of partners because he fell in love way too fast and might have messed around with a couple of members, but overall he's only kind of experienced. He knows what he's doing as a baseline, but it's also different for different people, so he quickly learns YOUR body and its responses.

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

Honestly depends on his mood: if he wants it fast, rough, and completely fucked out it's doggy style hands-down; if he wants it slow and sensual, good old missionary with his legs laid over your thighs so he can squeeze them when the bedsheets aren't enough.

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

Most of the time, he likes to be more serious with sex because he views this type of intimacy as people sharing each other and putting utmost trust in each other but every once in a while he'll want soft, giggly sex where you two simply exist in a moment and in each other without the filth of kinky rough sex.

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

I'm more than positive all of them, at the bare minimum, trim their pubes for logistical reasons but I think San probably just full on shaves down there as a matter of principle: if he likes you to be clean shaven down under, he'll put in the same effort for you.

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

As I've said, he's a very intimate person, so he treasures every single moment every time you two have sex. No matter how far deep into sub space he gets or how severe his punishments, his heart will always fill up with joy and happiness whenever you two get intimate. He's also very possessive and he feels 1000x moreso when sex is involved which is why his orgy fantasy will be nothing but a fantasy for quite a while.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate too often because the relief of the release is not satisfactory and he only really does it when it becomes an annoyance or interference in his daily routines. BUT. When he's on tour and finds himself on the rare occasion that he is aching for your touch, he'll take a pair of your used panties he snuck into his baggage and jack off in the shower to the thought and smell of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This kinky mf will try most everything once. Some of his kinks include but are not limited to breeding (you breeding him and him breeding you, depending on if he's a service top in the moment), restraints (i.e., shibari, handcuffs), sensory deprivation (i.e., blindfolds), tummy bulge (in him), hair pulling, choking, cum eating, mommy/noona/hyung/daddy/master/mistress/etc., dollification, edging, pegging/anal play, biting, nipple play, and cock rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed above all else because it resembles a little nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies which makes him feel the safest in whatever the mood y'all have goin on. He is not, however, opposed to being railed on the countertop.

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

Hmmmm I think a better question is what doesn't turn him on. He's definitely a kinky fucker and a sex fiend, but among his top turn ons are ass groping, lip biting, hair tugging, and gentle pats on his lower back, especially if you're doing it to guide him somewhere. Also the Voice (tm), especially in public!

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

Deliberately ignoring him, even if it is out of playfulness and teasing on your end. I don't peg him as an attention whore by any means, but he is very sensitive to being included/excluded and the like, so this would only genuinely hurt him, especially if you decide to drag it out for longer than a couple of minutes.

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

This man LIVES for eating you out and/or sucking you off, whether that's a strap on or actual dick. It gets him going so much so please let him just go down you at any time, any day, nearly any where. He doesn't like receiving much because he doesn't get too much pleasure -- he doesn't make him feel subby at all and that's not something he particularly likes but if you really want to, he'll let you go down on him every once in a blue moon.

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

As emphasized previously, it very much depends on his mood, but he'll typically want fast and rough on his more stressful days and slow and sensual on his more "down" days when he needs to be reminded that he is loved for more than just his body, that he is more than just his body. The soft and giggly sex he'd want when he's in a very happy mood and just wants to share that warmth with you, the sweet thing.

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

He's not really that into quickies, but if you want one or two, he's not gonna put up a fight lol.

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

Again, he'll do nearly everything once, so yes, experimentation/risk is the name of his game.

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

During fast and rough intercourse, he could probably go three rounds with overstimulation but during slow and sensual intercourse, he could do a strong single round or a questionable two rounds because the slow and sensual one tends to be more emotionally exhausting than fast and rough for him.

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

Ofc the sweetheart owns toys! Miss Size Queen has his own dildos, vibrators, anal beads, handcuffs, and nipple clamps. Most of these things he uses on himself and his partner uses on him, but every once in a while the partner will use one or two things on themselves to tease and punish the poor boy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he's being a brat, he will tease you to no end until you have his ass and remind him to behave. Most of the time, though, it's his partner that's teasing him and he might try to tease you back out of revenge. Keyword: try.

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

San is loud as hell in bed and there is no convincing me otherwise. He will let out the most sinful moans, cutest little whimpers, and high pitched whines so muffle his mouth with your used panties/underwear or stuff his mouth with your fingers to decrease his volume. The only time he's not being loud is when he's so completely fucked out that all he can do is whimper, drool endlessly for your strap on/dick, and roll his eyes in the back of his head.

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

He loves it when you make him cry from fucking him so good. The first time he cried from fucking was when you two tried out mirror sex and you forced him to look himself in the eye in the mirror and he was absolutely gone. This kind of fucking, however, leaves him kind of sore in the ass for the next couple of days so y'all rarely do it when he's working on promotions and a comeback so when y'all can do it...well, he won't be walking for a while.

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

He's a little longer than average, but not by much; he also has average girth. This doesn't bother you, though, as you're the one fucking him most of the time and he knows how to use his dick, anyway, so it hasn't caused any problems between the two of you.

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

He has a pretty high sex drive, so when you're not in the mood and he is, you indulge him in guided masturbation either with his hand or via plushie fucking. You'll also let him ride your thigh if you can handle that or give him a quick handy. However if you both have the same high sex drive, y'all gonna have a lot of sex at many times during the day.

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

He tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, passing out within like 20 minutes of y'all finishing. If, though, it was soft and giggly sex, he wouldn't fall asleep at all, he'd just snuggle into you and talk about cute things he saw that day or scroll through social media for cats or some cute shit because he's not really tired, just very warm and very content...dare I say, like a cat in the sun.

[atzhrts]

Ahhh!! I loved your Chan NSFW alphabet!! Could you please do one for Seungmin if you're comfortable?? <3

✦:˒ kim seungmin nsfw alphabet ◞⁺☆．

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⿻ a = aftercare

╰┈➤ (what they’re like after sex)

seungmin is super sweet and absolutely pampering you in aftercare. the second he cums it’s like you exchange the rough man that was just calling you his ‘slutty puppy’ and completely destroying your pussy with someone who has made it his life mission to treat you like a princess.

⿻ b = body part

╰┈➤ (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your smile and he especially loves to see it after he painted your face with his cum. no matter what you do seungmin will always try to put a smile on your face, and with small expections it always works. and when he sees your face painted with his cum as you slowly start to play with it a bit while a smile forms on your face he feels like he almost could immediately cum again.

⿻ c = cum

╰┈➤ (anything to do with cum, basically)

as i said one point above he loves cumming on your face or at least somehow on your body. of course he also isn’t turned off from the image of your pussy leaking his cum but it happens more than often that he just pulls out, jerkin off over your body and painting it white.

⿻ d = dirty secret

╰┈➤ (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves jerking off to you, whether that be your pics, your voice or even you in person - porn is never needed for seungmin

⿻ e = experience

╰┈➤ (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s enough experienced to know exactly what he is doing and what buttons he needs to push to make you go crazy. but he also loves to learn with, learn new things that make your head spin and certain flicks with his tongue that you told him ‘will have everyone squirting on his face’ however i also can’t get the thought of corrupting him out of my mind. so do with that information what you will.

⿻ f = favorite position

╰┈➤(this goes without saying)

i can’t read this man i’m telling y’all. i can’t tell you if he’d love missionary, gazing into your eyes lovingly as he holds your hands in his or if he would pound you into the mattress from behind

⿻ g = goofy

╰┈➤ (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i can see him being a bit more on the goofy side like he’d joke and everything whenever he feels a bit nervous.

⿻ h = hair

╰┈➤ (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

maybe a few stubbles whenever he didn’t get to shave because he needed to hurry up in the shower but overall he would prefer to be shaven completely.

⿻ i = intimacy

╰┈➤ (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he is romantic. he always tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you even if it’s in a more rougher way.

‘god i love you’

‘you so good for letting me use your body’

‘thank you for swallowing my cock like a good slut baby, appreciate it’

⿻ j = jack off

╰┈➤ (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t seem like someone who masturbates often but if he does you’re in for it. when he is away from you he will always call you or at least leave voice message of him jerking off. and if you’re there you are going to watch him fuck his fist and he’d order you to not even move one finger to touch yourself.

⿻ k = kink

╰┈➤ (one or more of their kinks)

edging - he just seems like someone who would get a thrill out of having this kind of control over you.

dom/sub - i feel like he’s a switch but he definitely needs to have those dynamic in the bedroom it’s just what makes him feel the most comfortable.

mutual masturbation - he loves seeing you pleassure yourself, it’s one of his favorite things and most of the times he can’t help but touch himself while watching you (bonus for watching porn while both of you are masturbating)

⿻ l = location

╰┈➤ (favorite places to do the do)

he would much rather have sex in the comfort of your own home. of course there’ll be the occasional quickies in some restroom but besides that both of you like to keep it where the two of you are safe from any prying eyes.

⿻ m = motivation

╰┈➤ (what turns them on, gets them going)

your thighs - that’s it that’s the point. seungmin loves your thighs and it goes this far that you will only have to wear something tight that shows them off and boom he’s turned on.

when you wear your hair up - makes him wanna mark your neck or push your head down on his cock by your hair.

running your nails over his skin

kisses anywhere that isn’t his face

⿻ n = no

╰┈➤ (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t think he’d be the one for a threesomes but if that’s something you really want to try it he would maybe do it for you. besides that the obvious - things you say no to.

⿻ o = oral

╰┈➤ (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

PUSSY EATING KING

he just has a face you want to grind on and i don’t know what else to tell you. he seems like the type of man that gets off on seeing you get off yk. so he would just spend hours between your thighs overstimulating you with his tongue as he jerks himself off.

⿻ p = pace

╰┈➤ (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he is definitely on the slower side but so PRECISE. each single slow thrust will rock your world because he’s so rough with it. he will pull out slowly making you feel every inch of his cock before he slams back into you making your whole body shudder.

⿻ q = quickie

╰┈➤ (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it’s not really the most regular thing in your relationship but as mentioned before they are still there. especially if you tease him in public he won’t hesitate to fuck the shit out of you.

⿻ r = risk

╰┈➤ (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

same as the one above, public sex is not something he would love at a regular basis it is more a punishment for you whenever you are a tease. however with experimenting it’s a whole different story - he absolutely loves it. he loves learning new things that he can try with you and loves seeing your reaction to them.

⿻ s = stamina

╰┈➤ (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not the best stamina, meaning he would have to take some breaks sometimes because he feels like he’s going to cum too fast. during that time he’d be attached to your nipples, either with his hands or his mouth.

⿻ t = toys

╰┈➤ (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i definitely see seungmin using a vibrator on himself when he’s kind of experimenting because he found out you had one, and he’s like ‘i bet it feels good’

⿻ u = unfair

╰┈➤ (how much they like to tease)

i either see him not teasing you at all because he’s too impatient and much rather be buried inside you, feeling your warm walls hug him. or he’s the biggest tease and is having way too much fun with it.

⿻ v = volume

╰┈➤ (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s pretty vocal. little moans and whines always escaping his mouth and on top of that he would let out some choked up dirty talk, knowing it’s what gets both of you going.

⿻ w = wild card

╰┈➤ (a random headcanon for the character)

he would let you top from time to time, or at least you think he does. he’d let you ride you only so much till he had enough from your teasing before he turns around and fucks your brains out for being a ‘bad girl’

⿻ x = x-ray

╰┈➤ (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s about average but definitely how to work it like he’s above average tbh.

⿻ y = yearning

╰┈➤ (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s not too high. ofc there are days where he could just stay in bed and fuck you all day this doesn’t happen too often - mostly when you haven’t seen each other for some time.

⿻ z = zzz

╰┈➤ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after he made sure both of you are alright and cleaned up he’s pretty much gone immediately. he loves to just lay his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat and your even breath before he slowly drifts off to sleep.

[tg-headcanons]

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he’s not very big into aftercare, and he’d need to be told to do it since he doesn’t get that his partner might be uncomfortable moving on right after it’s over. Even if he bottomed and obviously got a little hurt, he’s going to try to get clean and dressed. Though since the quinx surgery, he gets a little depressed after leaving right after sex. He obviously doesn’t know that ghouls really need cuddles after that to avoid a drop, so he probably won’t figure out that he needs aftercare until his partner makes him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he likes his biceps, he’s worked on them quite a lot and will check them out in the mirror if no one is looking. On his partner, it’s abs. He just likes the way a good set of abs looks, that’s understandable

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he’s a bit of a clean freak and doesn’t like dealing with cum. He wears condoms and if his partner is a Penis Owner he won’t do anything until they do as well

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): When he was a horny 16 year old with even worse judgement then he has now, he looked up porn on the computer provided to him by the academy, panicked when he realized the server would remember this, and scrambled to delete any evidence. Just to be safe, he downloaded some software that said it would clear this search history from any attached engine, and he ended up giving the whole school a virus. To this day he’s never told anyone that he was the reason for that massive crash because he doesn’t want to explain why

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): You wouldn’t expect it, but he’s a virgin. He never cared to seek a relationship since he had better things to do, and he doesn’t like the idea of a random hook up because the thought of catching an std or just dealing with a body that isn’t perfectly clean grosses him out

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): if he’s topping, butterfly. If he’s bottoming, cowboy. He always wants to be in control, and it takes a great deal of coaxing for his partner to ever be physically on top of him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he’s very serious. Never joking as he’s too deep in focusing on his sensations and performance

H = Heat (what are heats like for them? How do they handle it?): since he’s a quinx and not a half ghoul, his heats are extremely mild in comparison, so it’s just fever, muscle fatigue, slight brain fog, and of course the horny. He tries to go about his routine like normal but is ordered to rest because Bro You Have A Fever and in addition to the symptoms, he’s pissed at being stuck in the house and is very repressed. He’s angry at his superiors, he’s uneasy from the interrupted routine, he’s worried since he doesn’t know what this is and he’s frustrated because his dick isn’t going down. He ends up taking a lot of cold showers, and takes care of it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he’s not very intimate on the outside. He goes about sex like it’s a competition, trying to show that he’s good at it, that he can make his partner feel good easily, and he can get his pleasure from his work. Though with all the harsh motions, he can find himself with odd emotions cropping up. He always thought of himself as being above getting attached, but when he fucks he does feel affectionate, just struggles to show it

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he tends to get hard after workouts. Something about blood flow from what he’s read online, and it doesn’t look like there’s antidote or anything so he just has to deal with it. He does it in the shower after his workouts, leaning against the wall

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): hair pulling. Not much to elaborate on, whether he’s doing it to his partner or they’re doing it to him, it adds some spice

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): Shower. He doesn’t like feeling dirty, and sex can be sticky and sweaty, so doing it in the water let’s him alleviate the worry of filth and focus on his partner

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): sparring. Something about fighting someone with his bare hands is exhilarating. It’s primal and raw, and seeing an opponent really using that muscle and speed makes him appreciate their body even more. Makes him want to pin them down and continue fighting for dominance in place of foreplay

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Degradation. He can take aggressive teasing, curses and insults, but if they say anything that suggests he’s inadequate, disappointing, or a failure in some way, it gets to be too much for him. Normally he’d hate to hear it but be able to get past it, but he can’t take that while so exposed and vulnerable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he prefers to receive. He gets a little grossed out by having someone’s genitals in his mouth even if they’re using protection unless they’ve just bathed

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): he’s fast. He seems to think he has something to prove, and prioritizes looking like he knows what he’s doing over… actually knowing what he’s doing. He’ll start off immediately rough, and won’t slow down unless he’s firmly told to. If he’s riding he’ll rush into it and keep going even if he clearly isn’t prepped enough, he’s too eager to feel good that he tries not to show that he’s in pain and his partner would probably have to make him stop before he hurts himself badly. The guy’s a bit overexcited when he gets down to it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): they’re not his thing. There isn’t enough time to be sure he and his partner are clean or shower when it’s done, he might not have condoms on him, there’s a lot of planning that goes into sex that he can’t account for in a short time. Unless he and his partner have thoroughly talked out what would need to be in place for him to be comfortable with it, he won’t do them

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he’s down to try new kinks so long as he sets firm boundaries for them, but doing anything at work is a firm No

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): one or two rounds, but he can go hard for a long time. He can keep a brutal pace for way longer than most can

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he has none, but wouldn’t shy away from getting some of his partner wanted to incorporate them into their sex lives. He would be nervous if they wanted to use one on him that’s bigger than what he’s used to taking, but wouldn’t let them see his unease and let them go ahead with it. The only thing he won’t let a partner use on him is vibrators, he doesn’t like the way quick vibrations feel on his hands when operating machinery, let alone anywhere near his dick

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he doesn’t like teasing. He wants to get right into the act

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he’s very quiet, heavy breaths, shuddering exhales, and a low moan when he comes is all you’ll get from him

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he had no idea how sensitive the soft underside of a koukaku is until Ginshi grabbed him by it to pull him out of the way of an attack. Before he knew what he was doing he let out a quavering gasp, then pretended that he doesn’t know what Ginshi was talking about when he asked what the hell that was. When he got home that night, he tried touching it again, and since then he often strokes it when jerking off. He got past the weirdness of it after awhile and it became routine

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): 5.5-6 inches, and very girthy

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not that high. He’s content to fuck once or twice a week, but can go for more if his partner wants

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he’s not tired when it’s over, it wakes him up more than anything

[bitchin-beskar]

honey and clementines - chapter one

Rating: T (eventually changing to M)

Warnings: brief mentions of injuries/blood, but nothing too graphic. 

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: hey all!! this is my first ever Marcus Moreno fic!! this is one-hundred percent the fault of @mxndoscyarika, she is my thot twin and an enabler and I love her so much. y’all need to check out her series, Honeydew, which is a beautifully written Marcus Moreno x OC fic. it’s seriously one of my favorite M.M. stories ever!!! I really hope y’all like this story!!!

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“Have a good day at school Missy!”

You waved to the young girl as she dashed into the building, her backpack disappearing inside the doors just as the warning bell rang. Slumping back in your seat, you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face. This morning had not gone according to plan, and you’d barely managed to get her to school on time. It wouldn’t be the first time Missy was late, but you always felt guilty whenever she was. Usually her teachers were pretty understanding, what with her dad being the Marcus Moreno, afterall, but you tried to avoid tardiness whenever possible. 

Pulling out of the drop-off lane, you began the short drive back to the Moreno household, mentally going over the list of things you had to accomplish today. Marcus had some late meetings tonight, so you and Missy were going to be on your own for dinner. 

You were mentally going through the list of ingredients you’d need for spaghetti when you pulled into the driveway. Grabbing your purse, you shut the car off, climbing out and locking the doors behind you, double-checking with a quick yank on the handle. 

So lost in your thoughts, you nearly tripped over a package sitting on the front porch, placed dead center of the welcome mat. Sighing, you bent down, picking it up and tucking it under one arm as you unlocked the front door, and stepping inside. You needed to be more aware of your surroundings, isn’t that what Marcus always told you? 

Shutting the door behind you, you dumped your purse and keys on the table in the foyer, walking on autopilot into the kitchen. You set the package down on the counter and grabbed the notepad you always kept sitting beside the bowl of fruit, beginning to write down the things you needed to pick up when you went to the store. 

You were startled out of your scribbling by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your pocket. Pulling it out and glancing at the caller ID, you smiled. “Hey Marcus, don’t worry, I got Missy to the school in time–”

“I need you to listen to me carefully.” 

Back straightening, you jerked up in surprise at the low growl of Marcus’ voice. He sounded scared, which worried you, a lot. When the leader of the Heroics sounded scared, you knew it was serious.

“Was there anything suspicious laying around when you came home? Is there anything out of place?”

You quickly scanned the kitchen and living room, looking for anything strange or out of the ordinary. You couldn’t see anything, everything looked pretty much how you left it. In fact, the only thing that looked any different was the package you’d brought in–

Marcus could hear you suck in a sharp breath over the phone, and his frantic voice crackled through the speakers. “What? What is it? What do you see?”

“I–I brought in a package–” You stuttered, slowly backing away from the counter where the small brown box was sitting innocuously. “I–It was sitting o–on the front porch–”

“Get out of there! Get out! Now!”

Turning, you dashed for the front door when there was a sudden explosion of sound and heat, and your world went dark.

***

Marcus stared horror-struck at his phone, the sound of an explosion still ringing in his ears, even though the screen showed that the call had dropped. 

He was standing at his desk in HQ, phone held limply in his hand as the giant screen at the front of the room flashed with the warning they’d received from Explosivo only minutes earlier. 

 B I G  S U R P R I S E S  C O M E  I N  S M A L L  P A C K A G E S,  M O R E N O. 

His heart had stopped when he’d first seen the message, and his first thought had been to call you. When you’d answered, he’d breathed a sigh of relief, but the panic came back full force when he heard the explosion just before the phone went dead.

“Moreno?”

Granada’s voice cut through the haze, and he jerked his head up frantically to look at her. 

“Send a team to my house and Missy’s school. Now.”

He didn’t wait to see if she listened to him, turning on his heel and sprinting out of the room. He called Missy’s school to warn them of the potential threat as well as the fact that a team was on their way to secure the building as he raced towards his car. 

He probably broke every single traffic law in existence in his effort to get to his house as quickly as possible, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His heart sank when he saw the multiple fire trucks and ambulances parked outside, as a team of firefighters worked over the smoldering ruins of his home. 

Screeching to a stop, he ripped his seatbelt off and threw his car door open as he practically fell out of the vehicle in his haste. 

He frantically scanned the people milling about outside the caution tape, trying to spot you. He finally spots you, sitting in the back of an ambulance, a shock blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a paramedic tending to a bloody cut on your head.

His feet are moving before his brain can even process what he’s seeing, and in what seems like seconds he’s standing just behind the paramedic, eyes roving over your figure as he tries to see if you’re hurt anywhere else.

***

You winced as the paramedic dabbed at the cut on your head, your fingers tightening in the scratchy grey fabric of the shock blanket one of the many first responders had draped over your shoulders. You were still shaky and a little dazed from the explosion, but miraculously, you weren’t too badly hurt. 

 Your eyes drifted shut for a moment, and when you opened them again, you saw Marcus standing in front of you, just behind the paramedic. Eyes flying wide open, you went to stand, the paramedic placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you still. 

“Marcus–!” you gasped, and he jerked forward, coming to stand next to you, his hand hovering just above your shoulder, hesitant to touch you. 

“Are you okay?” He demanded, eyes frantically flicking between you and the paramedic who’d just finished bandaging your head. “Is she okay?”

The paramedic nodded, before turning back to you. “You’re gonna be just fine, ma’am. The cut on your head isn’t as bad as it looks, head wounds tend to bleed a lot, but you won’t need stitches. You’ve got some bruises that’ll be tender for a few days, but nothing worse than that. You’re incredibly lucky ma’am.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and he nodded again, closing up his medical bag, and stepping away, leaving you and Marcus standing alone at the back of the ambulance. 

You barely had time to open your mouth before Marcus was pulling you up and into a frantic hug. His grip was tight and unyielding, and he pressed his face into your neck as you felt him take in a deep, shuddering breath. Your own arms came up to grip the back of his leather jacket in your shaking grip. 

He holds you for a long time, longer than is probably appropriate. You can tell he’s reluctant to pull away, and you’re reluctant to let him go. But eventually, he does pull back, only to cup your cheeks as he turns your face to both sides, eyes scanning all the little superficial cuts and scrapes along with the larger, bandaged cut on your forehead. 

“You’re sure you’re okay?” He murmurs, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “I’m so sorry, I called you as soon as I got the warning–”

“I’m okay,” you reassured him, letting him check you over to confirm for himself. “How did you know? What– Am I allowed to know what happened?” You knew that unfortunately, being a civilian, you weren’t always allowed to know what threats the Heroics faced, even with your connection to Marcus. 

Marcus sighs, and releases you to drag a hand over his face, and you faintly notice that he looks exhausted. “It’s a new supervillain,” he starts, speaking quietly so as not to allow the emergency personnel milling about to hear him. “Calls himself Explosivo, has a fascination with bombs and explosions. He sent HQ a message that mentioned me directly, right before I called you. I don’t know why he’s targeting me specifically, I’m so sorry–”

You placed your hand on his chest, stopping his apology in its tracks. “Don’t you dare apologize, Marcus Moreno. I knew what I was signing up for when you hired me as Missy’s nanny. This is not your fault.”

You can tell by the look on Marcus’ face that he doesn’t believe you, but before you can argue, a team from Heroics HQ arrives, and immediately descends on the ruined house. You watch, dumbstruck, as heroes use their powers to begin repairs immediately, undoing the damage left behind by the package bomb. 

Suddenly, your eyes widen, and you frantically grasp at Marcus’ arm. “Wait, what about Missy? Is she safe?” 

Marcus’ eyes widen, and he quickly yanks his phone out of his pocket, frantically checking for any messages. He lets out a sigh as he sees a message from Granada confirming that Missy is safe and waiting for him at HQ. 

“Missy’s safe at HQ,” he confirms, and you let out your own relieved sigh. “I’m gonna take you to HQ too, until the house is repaired and the security is updated.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look on Marcus’ face killed your arguments. You let him maneuver you towards his car, knowing that Marcus isn’t going to rest until both you and Missy are safe. You know his wife was killed in a supervillain attack, and you’re not surprised he’s being so protective right now. You’ve been Missy’s nanny for close to five years now, and you’ve grown extremely close to the leader of the Heroics. 

The drive to HQ doesn’t take long, something for which you’re grateful. Now that you’re no longer in immediate danger, the adrenaline is leaving your system, leaving you feeling drained. Your whole body aches from being thrown into a wall, and you feel slightly dizzy from the blood loss. 

Marcus is driving, but his right hand is resting lightly on your knee, thumb rubbing small circles as though to reassure himself that you are indeed sitting beside him in his car, and not in a bloodied heap of twisted limbs and broken bones under the rubble of his house. 

He’s not usually this tactile, preferring to try and keep a more professional relationship, what with you being his daughter’s nanny and all. But right now, touch is a comfort he’s willing to indulge in, and you’re certainly not going to complain, no matter how your heart is going to hate you for it later. 

When you walk into HQ, you’re nearly bowled over by a tiny, curly-haired freight-train named Missy. She wraps her arms tightly around you, burying her face in your stomach as she tries to get as close to you as physically possible. Immediately, your own arms come up to wrap around her shaking form, smoothing over her hair, already whispering reassurances. 

Marcus just stands back and lets the two of you have this moment. You’ve become almost like a mother to Missy in the five years you’ve been her nanny, and he couldn’t be more grateful. You love her like she was your own flesh and blood, and Missy adores you. 

He tries not to think about all the times Missy has begged him to ask you out so that the three of you could become a real family. 

He’s much too old for you, in his forties with a child of his own. You’re barely thirty, not even considering you were only 25 when he first hired you. You’ve got so many options, so much still ahead of you, he’s not going to try and ask you out and ruin things between you. 

He’s content with how things are, secure in the fact that you’re not going anywhere soon, and that he’ll have you in his life for as long as he can convince you to stay. He’ll do everything in his power to keep you safe. He already lost the first woman he loved, he’s not about to lose you too.  

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Ben Drowned x Female Chubby Reader| Part 4 (SMUT)

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Ben is 18 years old.

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BEN Drowned was turned on.

Literally.

You squirming against him with your bigger body, hitting him in all the right places-

O o o h, b a b y .

His gloved hands moved from your waist to your chest since you were partially paralyzed- from the last electro shock and couldn’t get away. His eyes glowed a passionate  red.

L e t ‘s. P l a y. A n o t h e r. G a m e.

Your floating surroundings got heavier holding you down, and electric wires appeared and tied your wrists.

His gloved hands ripped off your clothes.

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“Ah-ah, mmphh~ ❤️“ you groaned, as Ben thrust into you. He has unbuckled his belt, only revealing his private and it was glowing red, with darker red veins throbbing. His thing was glowing red like his crimson eyes.

D o n ‘ t  h o l d  b a c k, Y/N L/N.  M O A N  f o r  m e .

Maybe you found it extra creepy he knew your full name- or maybe you were lost in Pleasure and pain- because his red private was VIBRATING inside you.

One of Ben’s gloved hands clutched your left thick thigh while the other grabbed at your chest, no matter how small or big it was.

You opened your mouth to finally moan, as his pace picked up but then electric wires went into your mouth- at least 8 or 10, completely shutting you up. You choked a little.

He slowed his pace a little to explain.

N o w  i  f  y o u  m o a n  y o u  w i l l  f e e l  a  l i t t l e  s h o c k  i n  t h o s e  c h u b b y  c h e e k s.

He wanted to control you.

He suddenly thrust deep in you earning a loud moan from you-

and the electricity that hit your mouth shuddered your teeth and your whole body.

Your behind, chest jiggled- while your gums were trying not to get disoriented from your teeth.

Ben laughed at you’re uncontrollable twitching.

F u c k ,  t h I s. I s. E n t er t a i n I n g.

You shook your head.

N. O? W o u l d. Y o u. R a t h e r  t h e r e. B e  e l e c t r I c. W I r e S  I n. Y o u r  v u l v a ? 

You nearly choked on some wires when you gasped.

He gave a toothy grin and pounded into you- waiting to see if you would moan.

Three or four times you did- and your mouth afterwards felt like the whole two rows of teeth had to have fillings.

F u c k - f u c k - f u c k -

O H H H H ~!!!!

And then he came inside you and his semen had glitches coming out of it, shocking you slightly down there and that was enough to make you black out....

[teeztheflag]

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Ateez! Reaction to getting intimidate with you while the members/ a member are/is in the same room

warnings: some of them behave like fu*kboys/di*kheads, argument, disrespect, alcohol, strong language, suggestive, teasing, doing unholy things in a church

a/n: this turned out so dumb I am sorry anon but I finished it lmfao also they’re more like teasing? because I cannot get my head into people fu*king in front of others and not caring about it 😂

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Hong Joong always has been a mixture of someone who liked to show off his girl and keep her to himself so you weren’t really shocked when he started to kiss down your exposed neck at a gathering at their mansion that night.

First you were really flustered and giggled but the sexual tension quickly arose when he took a good hold on your hips from behind breathing hotly down your cleavage.

You gulped unsure of what to think about the situation and gasped when you saw Park Seong Hwa standing at the other end of the room a glass of wine in his hand and a mischievous smile on his face.

Was he watching you?

You frowned trying to stop Hong Joong in his motions but quickly realized that he already saw the other one seemingly enjoying the scene.

You turned around and hurt took over your features.

„I am not a cheep whore Kim Hong Joong. Whatever you and Seong Hwa have going on don’t ever dare to involve me in it again.“ You hissed out trying to push away the tears and stormed away.

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Seong Hwa‘s birthday was known to be the biggest event of the year in his hometown. As the bachelor always threw the most outrageous and glamorous parties it was his friends this time that wanted to prepare something special.

They booked you: a student with little to no money but good dancing skills on the pool.

You started your show and even if Seong Hwa first wasn’t into the idea at all while he sat down in front of you on a single chair the moment he layed his eyes on you his heart skipped a beat.

You personated everything the young rich loved; you were so beautiful he got flustered and tried to hide his reddening cheeks.

The dress on you was way too short and the show went on with the cheering from his guests that the young bachelor zoned out completely by now. He felt himself shuddering and becoming nervous when the young lady started walking to him with confident steps but a deer like gaze.

You sat down on his lap your arms casually wrapping around his shoulders and he cursed lowly at the sweet scent you gave off when you leaned down to whisper in his ear.

„Happy Birthday, Mr. Park.“

You were about to dance on him when he stopped you in your tracks and you were panicking if you did something wrong. Seong Hwa looked you into the eyes and clenched his teeth.

„I swear you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now so stop.“

„Y - you’re joking, right?“ But the desperate look in his eyes told he was more than serious about this.

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j e o n g y u n h o

You just couldn’t look away. It was always something you wondered about. And not only you... definitely your whole circle of friends.

You really didn’t want to look but your gaze just seemed to magically find its way down to Yun Ho‘s crotch where - wait a sec. Is it what you think it is?

Gosh, you had a drink too much. When you looked up you weren’t really sure anymore if this was the reality but on the other side of the room on the couch Yun Ho caught your gaze and suppressed a smirk.

Since it was embarrassing you quickly averted your gaze back to the movie hoping the two of you would just forget about the incident.

„Another round? I am getting shots!“ The others agreed and you got slightly nervous when Yun Ho came back with a tablet and handed everyone a shot.

„I am suggesting brother shots because we’ve all been so busy lately!“

„Why do you sat down next to (y/n), then? Very calculated don’t you think.“ Jong Ho eyed the latter suspiciously and Yun Ho sent him a kiss.

You were so dizzy that you were thinking about what brother shots were again when Yun Ho already linked your arms and drank. Right in the moment you remembered he already placed a cherry tasting kiss on your lips.

You couldn’t hold yourself back to lick the remaining droplets off while Yun Ho watched you eagerly.

„How does it taste?“

You frowned at him still progressing what a wasted night this was. Suddenly Yun Ho wipes away the last droplets off with his thumb and brushes it also over you bottom lip.

Your mouth opens but no words seem to leave your lips while he smiles mischievously.

„G-good... too good.“

„Ah, you want another one?“

You debate and your gaze drifts to the others around you but they seem much too intoxicated themselves to notice.

„Yes.“ Yun Ho chuckles and you close your eyes waiting for his lips to finally touch yours again. When a cold material instead meets you your eyes shoot open and you see Yun Ho laughing at you.

„I meant another shot, (y/n).“ He winks and you roll your eyes pouting at him for getting the wrong ideas...

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k a n g y e o s a n g

Yeo Sang‘s family and yours were good friends since ages and it was a must to attend the sunday‘s service together.

Like usually your families sat next to eachother again but Yeo Sang tended to sit next to his friends in the last row this day. Just when you went up to get to your parents a voice stopped you.

„(y/n)! Come sit with us!“ You turn around and see San smiling at you and also the other boys were together. You just grew close to them a while ago and you didn’t see a reason to say no.

When you realized Woo Young made place for you between him and Yeo Sang your mood quickly changed. You frowned at the boy exactly knowing what you told him a month ago when you were drunk - that you had a crush on Yeo Sang since forever...

Problem was... Yeo Sang probably has been asexual or simply ignoring you for his own sake. As you expected he didn’t even greet you but just relaxed further into the bench.

The service started and the boys next to you seemed to fall asleep one after another while the priest was really into his game. You also weren’t the biggest fan of it but you knew how to be respectful.

It was time to pray with your eyes closed when you suddenly tense up. Your eyes immediately shoot open and your gazes drifts to the site where Yeo Sang is watching you intensely.

You are frozen and not able to move a muscle while he digs his hand further into your tigh. You quickly look around to see if someone notices but stop when you hear a giggle coming from right next to you from Woo Young.

Yeo Sang starts to draw slow circles into your skin and you recognize how warm his hand feels against your exposed flesh. You don’t know how to put it but your body tells you to invite his touches rather than scold him and retrieve his hand...

When he leans down you flinch and close your eyes uttering the last words of the prayer hoping to not die at how hard your heart beats against your ribcage.

His breath tickles the hairs on your neck and you can smell a strong perfume coming from him before he whispers.

„(y/n)... you’re a little whore squirming like this in a church...“

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s o n g m i n g i

„Well, a bet is a bet.“

„Min Gi, you aren’t serious about this? I thought it was a joke! If I knew you would be a dick I wouldn’t have obliged!“

Min Gi let’s out a laugh and drags you back inside the karaoke room where your friends were partying like there’s no tomorrow.

He sat you down next to him and brought his arm over your shoulder to keep you close so you couldn’t escape. He side glanced your form and smiles to see your arms crossed and a pout adorning your face.

„Cute.“

„What?“

„Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.“ His eyes turn into crescents while he grins at you.

Times flies by and you know your boyfriend good enough that he wouldn’t let his price slip. So when your food arrives everyone gasps when you start to feed Min Gi like he was the king of South Korea.

„Damn, what the heck are you two doing?“

Some couldn’t control their laughter and you feel like sinking into a hole of embarrassment when Min Gi explains that you just realized how he should be really treated.

Everyone knew you were sassy and didn’t take any shit and so it has also been with your boyfriend. Min Gi loved to tease you endlessly and he knew that having you serve him in front of your friends was something you wouldn’t like. He took it as a revenge for you making him jelous the last week and a dangerous glint appears in his eyes thinking back to the evening.

„Mh, my love. I have some sauce on my chin...“

„So what?“

„Lick it away.“

„You are unbelievable!“

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c h o i s a n

San always has been an affectionate person that needed a lot of attention from his s/o. You on the other hand liked to stick to simple holding hands in public and a little peck here or there but nothing too exaggerated.

San knew you were shy but sometimes he couldn’t hold himself back to tease you openly so people would see who you belong to. No, that wasn’t the only reason he liked to show off he was just fully engulfed in your form and needed to touch whenever he could.

This caused you scolding him from time to time when he did inappropriate things in the different areas.

For example in a car. With Jong Ho and Seong Hwa in the back. You were standing at a red light when you felt San‘s hand sneaking up your thigh leaving a tickling sensation in the process. The boys were tired but you were sure they were still awake in the back.

Quickly you try to retrieve San‘s hand but his grip just strengthens and the nerve this boy has! When you glance to him he’s just sheepishly looking outside acting like he does nothing. He always messed with you inside his car but this time it was worse because there were your friends in the back!

„San!“ You whisper-yell to your boyfriend who looks up to you for a second before leaning in to your side.

„What?“

„Stop!“

„No!“ Then he leans back and when you try to forcefully pull his hand back you’re suddenly with a clap to your thigh leaving you flushed and aroused because of the mixture of pain and pleasure.

„Mh... are we already there?“ Oh, Jong Ho probably actually fell asleep.

„Five minutes.“ San ignites with a big smile to the back.

After you drop off the two San suddenly locks the car and leans over so his arm is around the lean of your seat. Out of reflex you lean back clearly intimidated by his posture but also confused what he wanted to do now.

„Did it hurt, baby?“

You shyly nod and your gaze falls to your lap where you’re playing with the hem of your skirt. San’s tongue pokes out to wetten his bottom lip and a low chuckle leaves him.

„Can you whine like that for me again when we’re home?“

„San!“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

Jung Woo Young meant danger; that’s what everyone knew. You couldn’t deny the fact that he intrigued you beyond everything that was appropriate... meaning you fantasized about the boy way too much. Everything about him was perfect.

If you just could have a taste of his lips once in your life... It was just a little joke and daydreaming for you; nothing serious. And maybe his image also helped you to relieve some stress in lonely nights but really nothing more.

Although you didn’t expect this houseparty to be too spectacular things actually spiced up when you saw the boy and his friends entering the party. You suddenly felt more excited and thanked god you decided to join your friends this night.

You saw Woo Young quickly being accompanied by a girl and immediately your face fell. Dammit... Just stop dreaming of somebody you will never have!

„(y/n)?“ Oh, yes! You were currently playing beerpong and it was your turn. Well, if you didn’t get the boy you would at least just win this game. And you did. With a big crowd around you the other girls cheering for you because you won against the best of the boys in this game.

With a big grin and clearly tipsy by now you dragged your friend inside to dance accompanied by the others. You swayed your hips, laughed and had a lot of fun. Until you felt someone’s hand sneaking around your waist to level your rhythm up to his.

You turned around and saw no other than the Jung Woo Young eyefucking you shameless.

„What are you doing?“

„Getting revenge for my friend; but in my own way.“

You look over to Yeo Sang the one you just managed to destroy and see him winking at you from afar.

Your eyes quickly drift to Woo Young’s chest and you mumble to yourself. „This would be more like a prize...“

Woo Young is able to hear your words because instead of you he didn’t touch a single bottle tonight and because of that he decides to take things a little further. Suddenly the boy leads you out of the crowd upstairs to a secluded room where he’s quickly placing hungry kisses over your exposed collarbone.

You’re feeling like paralyzed both of the boldness and the pleasure.

Your eyes open wide when you hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room and you frown seeing Yeo Sang sitting casually in a chair enjoying the show.

„Like you said. Your prize and our revenge.“

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c h o i j o n g h o

Another one of those boring business nights with Jong Ho and you were quickly deciding to roam around the big mansion you landed in this time.

Gosh, how rich was his boss again? This house looked more like a palace to you and made you again wonder; what the hell was Jong Ho even working?

You turned corner after corner and whined knowing you got lost.

„Dammit... I am so stupid!“

„Here you are. Mrs. Choi we‘re missing your presence!“

Choi san comes out of the dark with a smile on his face and a hand tugged into his pockets. He looked ravishing but you guessed he already knew that by the way he always held himself. For you, San was a friend. A good one because he helped you and your husband in more than one way.

You puffed out some air and rolled your eyes. „What could be so interesting that you would need me?“

„Tsk, always so sassy... Jong Ho is currently leading in the game you should join us.“

„How much?“

„That’s for you to find out.“ A chuckle leaves you and with quick steps you get to San and link arms so he can guide you back.

The room was dark and huge with a single poker table in the middle where only three very young and dangerously looking gentlemen were still deeply engulfed into the game. Woo Young who stands next to the table winks at you and you try to hide the uneasiness he’s causing you every time with his little flirt attempts.

Hong Joong and Yun Ho still played with Jong Ho and being the bold human you were you emerged the table with confident steps and sat down on Jong Ho‘s lap to make your presence very clear to everyone.

Jong Ho immediately maneuvered his hands so he could sneak one of his arms around your waist and adjust your position; what the hell...

You were practically sitting widespread on his right thigh now but Jong Ho only seemed to be interested in the game.

They played silently while the others were casually getting drinks from the bar. You on the other hand were busy in understanding the game and Jong Ho‘s cards. You shuffled your body and position from time to time trying to not put too much pressure on your husband‘s thigh.

After a while with a lot of struggling Jong Ho groaned out annoyed and gave your hip a squeeze only to push you down on his thigh stronger than before.

„Fuck!“

All eyes were on you immediately and you know you shouldn’t have teased him so much...

„You want to distract me or put on a show for my friends?“

You were flustered beyond everything and just looked down to hide the embarrassment. „Neither.“

„Neither what?“

„Neither, sir.“ It was only a whisper but everyone clearly heard the word coming out of your mouth.

Jong Ho smiles triumphantly at the others knowing he not only won the game when he shows his cards but also that he would teach you a lesson in a few minutes.

[fandom-puff]

Fred Weasley Smut Alphabet

Warnings: smut-what it says on the tin

Gif creds to owner 💕

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

He’s a big cuddler afterwards, making sure you’re okay, plenty of water, plenty of kisses for his amazing girl

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

He loves his big strong arms- thanks to his years playing beater, he’s rather stocky. He can and will throw you over his shoulder and carry you up to bed

On you... he loves your ass, hips and thighs- the finger print shapes bruises are testimony to that... he’s a grabby, slappy boy :)

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

Fred loves the sight of his come splattered all over your arse (and sometimes dribbling down your thighs)

He also loves when you scoop it up and suck it off your fingers 🙃🙃🙃

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

He loves it when you call him daddy. It spurs something deep inside him- he always ends up fucking you mich rougher after you call him that.

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

He knows what he’s doing- he has three older brothers (but Percy doesn’t count because Fred reckons he’s still a virgin) who’s dirty magazines he’s seen and who’s girlfriends he’s met. Bill in particular is Fred’s go to for advice- “she wants me to stick it up her arse, Bill!” “Mate... use a condom and plenty of lube, or you’ll both be sorry,”

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

Doggy!! He loves taking your from behind, because he gets to grab at your ass to his heart’s content, and you seem to moan much louder when he fucks you from behind

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

Fred sees sex as a time to have some fun. He loves goofing around with you, tickling your sides to make you writhe on his cock... he’ll also make little jokes that send you into fits of breathless, happy giggles- after you both orgasm, it’s not uncommon for you to have a little joke-

“I sound like a strangled cat when I come,”

“Meow, kitten,”

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

He’s ginger all over. He doesn’t really trim his pubic hair, as it never quite gets to that stage. One time he waxed it as a joke... never again.

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

He can get VERY into it- whispering in your ear all sorts about how good you were, how much he loves you, how you make him feel...

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Fred enjoys mutual masturbation- he loves the feeling of your hand on his cock, the way you squeeze slightly when his fingers brush your g-spot

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Spanking, being called Daddy, orgasm denial, roleplay (to describe a few)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bedroom, but with you bent over, gripping the foot of the bed or the dresser or something similar

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

He does not need much to get going. Seeing you bend over to pick something off the floor is a big one (you often do it on purpose so he’ll give your ass a little smack)

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

Fred doesn’t like gagging you. He prefers to hear all of your pretty noises, and he’s scared that he might miss the signal that replaces the safe word while he’s being rough- it happened once and it broke his heart to see you sob the way you did

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

Fred ADORES licking you out, and he’s rather good at it. His favourite way to do it is with you stood up and him kneeling- he loves the shudder of your legs and the way you press your hips towards him. He does have to help you stand up straight afterwards, though...

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

He typically goes rather fast, but there are times like birthdays and valentines where he’ll go slow and sensual, allowing you to feel each ridge of his cock

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

While he doesn’t mind a quickie in the back room of the shop, he would much rather have the time to enjoy your whole body (and make you come over and over)

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

Fred loves an adventure. He’ll try anything and everything at least once, and it’s often him who brings the more outlandish stuff into the bedroom

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

He has quite a lot of stamina. He dedicates a lot of this to pounding into you with your legs thrown over his shoulders. After he’s come, he is more than willing to finger you- he’s rather skilful at THAT

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

Weasleys Wizard Wheezes has considered dabbling into an adult range... let’s say his toys are rather magical

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Fred Weasley is the KING of teasing. He can rule you up all day and not succumb until you’re on your knees begging (literally)

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

He’s not overly loud. Most noises he makes are down your ear (he’s really into kissing and marking your neck) and he normally comes with a low grunt of your name and a breathy moan

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

Fred is more than happy to have threesomes. The idea of overwhelming you with pleasure turns him on- you make such sweet noises when he stretches you out, that he wonders what a third partner would do for you...

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

He’s very thick. He stretches you out every time you have sex, and you almost always need a moment or two to adjust before he starts thrusting

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

Fred is rather randy. Needless to say, he’s up for it almost every night, the cheeky chappy...

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

Fred gets rather sleepy afterwards- you don’t mind though. You’re more than willing to snuggle up with him and settle off to sleep, murmuring sweet nothings to one another

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[cyro-starfire]

Cyro meeting Lemon Monster for the first time - Lemcy fic

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: OC X CANON, VIOLENCE, CUSSING, KISSING, CRINGE⚠️

Character colors

Blue - Boyfriend

Red - Girlfriend

Green - Pico

Pink - Cyro

Orange - Lemon Monster

The night was still young, the stars shine brightly throughout the night sky, the full moon also gave a brilliant light that made the night seem less dark. Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend, and Cyro were having as friend's night out, just the four of them. They generally used their time in the night to goof around and have fun, visiting parks, getting ice cream and just messing around with each other.

As the night grew they decided to sleep over at Pico's place for the night, Girlfriend told her parents about it so they wouldn't panic if Girlfriend didn't get home tonight. On their way to Pico's house Pico noticed the mansion that Girlfriend's parent's had owned, the same one where Bee and Gee met the spooky kids Skid and Pump.

"Ayo, Bee, ain't that the same house you met those kids in?" Pico asked Boyfriend. "Hrm?" Boyfriend looked over and noticed the house. "Oh yeah, it is, what about it?" "Well ain't it also the same house where you told me you like dissed a weird lemon headed monster thing?" Pico added. "Uhh...y-yeah...? Where are you going with this Pico?" Boyfriend asked slightly nervous of what Pico's intentions could've possibly been...

"Well, it's been a long ass time since I had a good scare, not even Cassandra's stupid ass could scare me, you said the guy was genuinely terrifying, I wanna be the judge of that shit!" Pico exclaimed. "DUDE! ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE? THAT FUCKER WANTED TO EAT ME AND BAE!" Boyfriend responded with a shocked screech. "Dude come on, how bad can it be for me? Besides, Gee can't die remember?" Pico tried to remind Boyfriend. "But he was still fucking creepy, even for a dearest like me." Girlfriend admitted.

"For real?" Pico asked, astounded by Girlfriend of all people admitting that. "Yeah dude." "Well if that's the case, i think it's about time you introduced me to him!" Pico chuckled. "DUDE NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! PLUS WHAT IF CYRO GETS HURT?!" Girlfriend states to Pico, obviously not happy that he would want to do something this reckless and life threatening. Pico looked at Cyro and felt bad that he almost forgot that they were there..."Well...you guys know I'll shoot up anything hostile." He responds bluntly. "Come on, it'll be worth it, i wanna meet this fucker" Girlfriend and Boyfriend looked at each other and then looked at Cyro for their input.

"o-o-oh uhm..." Cyro was taken aback by the situation being suddenly focused around them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle this shit Cy?" Boyfriend asks the alien in a gentle tone, as to not put more stress on Cy. "w-w-well i-i m-m-mean uh...i-i guess it sh-shouldn't b-be too b-bad if P-Pico is the o-one protecting us..." They replied quietly but not too quiet to where Bee and Gee couldn't hear. "You sure?" "I-I'm p-positive! P-Please don't w-worry about m-me too m-much!" Cyro reassures the two. Bee and Gee look at Cyro for a while and sighed. "Alright just...stay close to us alright?" Cyro nods in response.

Girlfriend finally responded to Pico "Okay, fine we'll go in again..." Pico cheered. "HELL YEAH! LES FUCKING GO!!!" Pico screamed out in joy as he immediately darted towards the mansion and wasted no time to get in, the other three followed but not as enthusiastic as Pico, they were more reluctant if anything, especially Girlfriend...

The inside of the mansion felt as dead and haunted as the first time Girlfriend and Boyfriend went inside it together for the first time. "I still hate looking at the inside of this hellscape babe..." Boyfriend shuddered. "Me too honey bun..." "Awe come on you guys are pussies!" Pico giggled. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MAN, YOU FUCKING KILLED A HUGE ASS ALIEN WHEN WE WERE IN FUCKING SCHOOL!" Boyfriend screeched at Pico in anger only making Pico laugh more. Cyro was shaking like a leaf, clinging tightly onto Girlfriend's red dress. "Y-You okay Cy?" Girlfriend asked, worried about the shivering alien. "i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-g-good..." Cyro whimpered silently.

"Okay this was obviously a bad idea, I'm pretty sure this place alone is gonna make Cy have a huge panic attack.." Boyfriend sighed but was cut off by Cyro. "N-N-NO! I-i-i-i-i'm okay, i-i promise...i-i-it's j-j-j-just c-c-cold here..." "You sure Cy?" Pico asked, concerned as well. "Y-Yeah...t-trust me g-guys i-i'm fine!" The alien tried their best to reassure the three, which only resulting in Pico, Bee and Gee sighing in unison, they couldn't just back out on this so quickly...right...?

After some time of exploring the mansion, it did take some time for Pico to get genuinely spooked by the place... "Wow...y'all weren't fuckin around..." He chuckled nervously. "This place is creepy as fuck...why do your parents even own this place to begin with Gee?" Girlfriend shrugged "I don't know man, sometimes they don't even make sense to me..." She responds. "Wait, so you admit your scared then?" Boyfriend asks with a slight giggle.

"WH-WHAT?! N-NO?! I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED BEE!!" "Ya sure Pico?" Boyfriend giggled even more. "Your sure acting like your scared!" "THERE'S A FUCKIN DIFFERENCE WITH BEING SCARED AND BEING CREEPED OUT YOU FUCK NUT, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS HEAD!" "Okay but your stuttering, your clearly pissing yourself dude." "NO I FUCKIN AIN'T!" "Yeah you are!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Pico screamed. And thus, an argument began with the two boys, Girlfriend sighed. Some things never really do change, do they? Cyro looked away from the arguing boys only to be met with an odd looking shadow in the distance. "h-h-h-huh?"

"g-g-guys...?" Cyro tried to get everyone's attention but they couldn't be heard over Boyfriend and Pico so they had to try again "G-Guys?" Still not being heard over, so Cyro took a deep breath and reluctantly scream to get their attention. "GUYS!" With them finally being heard all three of them turned their heads to look at the quivering alien. "Is something wrong Cy?"

"u-uh y-yeah, WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The alien screeched in terror pointing at the lemon shaped shadow that was hiding behind a door. "What's wh- oh...oh no..." "B-B-Bee...?" "What the fu..." The shadow suddenly had a visible smile and finally spoke. "Well, well, well~ what do we have here~? A three course meal~? How thoughtful of you all~!" The voice was deep, soothing, and mesmerizing. The creature slowly opened the door and stepped out.

As seen through the shadow it had a yellow, lemon shaped head, it's eyes were huge with wide pupils within them, it's teeth were uncomfortably crooked, it's neck was a velvet red and the rest of it's body was a pitch, raven black, it had two fingers on each hand, and it had only two toes on each foot. The creature was very tall in compared to the four other beings within the room, it towered over all of them.

"It has been quite a long while since i have seen you two~! And i see you've brought that little schizophrenic ginger friend of yours~! And-" the monster paused to look at Cyro behind Girlfriend, still scared out of their mind. "Well now~! Who's this little friend of yours~? They look rather...appetizing~ in more ways then one if i must be so bold to say~!" He said, attempting to slowly approach Cy but was stopped by Girlfriend. "Don't go near them...O R E L S E . . ." She warned it with a growl, which only made the lemon headed monster roll its eyes in annoyance. "And you still don't know how to not be so RUDE..." The monster growled.

"Better not try jack shit bitch, i know how to use this thing." Pico aimed the gun towards the monster which only made it boom with laughter. "You think a puny little weapon like that scares me? How adorable~!" It chuckled before lunging at Girlfriend and attacked her which made Pico start firing bullets at the creature, and Cy ran as fast as they could into an empty hallway. Boyfriend stood still, he didn't wanna engage in the violence, he didn't sign up for this shit man...

After the monster and Girlfriend fought, monster while doing a number on Girlfriend decided that enough damage was done and went after Cyro. Pico and Boyfriend, instead of knowing Girlfriend can easily heal, and going after the monster and making sure he doesn't hurt them, went to Girlfriend to see if she was okay, Cyro was sobbing and whimpering while running, wanting to be home right now and not here.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA WHY DID I TRY TO LOOK BRAVE FOR EVERYONE HHHH!!!!" The alien screamed internally and wished that they were just honest so that none of this would be happening right now, after some running they found themself in a dead end, and what was worse is that they could hear the monster's footsteps. "NONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, WHY ME, WHY ME. WHY ME!!!" As much as they hated themself, but they were still terrified of dying, especially like this...

The monster got closer and closer until he was visible again which only heightened Cyro's anxiety, their heart was pounding through their chest and their breathing was rapid, they could barley think straight at all. "There you are my dear~!" The monster cooed. "p-p-p-please leave m-m-me alone..." They whimpered quietly. "Oh don't worry dear~! I won't kill you~! Will i possibly hurt you? Maybe, but then again..." He got closer to them and pinned them against the wall, he slowly put his two fingered claws against their face, and caressed their face gently.

"I would feel guilty if i caused any sort of harm to an adorable and beautiful creature such as yourself~!" It whispered in their ear making Cyro blush deeply and shudder they were so confused by this behavior. "You know, i normally don't have such feelings for prey...but you...your different..." The monster explained to Cyro. "wh-what d-do you m-mean...?" "I mean what i mean my sweet cherry cake~! Your seem like such a delicate creature~!" The monster slowly moved it's claws under Cyro's chin and began to rub the bottom of their chin gently. Cyro couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

The monster chuckled at Cyro's purring, they were so adorable. "Perhaps i won't eat you~ your so sweet, I'm afraid that if I eat you, I'll get a cavity~!" The monster joked. Cyro didn't respond, they only continued to purr at the monster rubbing their chin, until he took his claw away from their chin which only made them whine. "wh-why'd y-you st-" they were interrupted by the monster giving them a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which surprised Cyro at first, but they slowly sunk into the kiss and kissed the monster back. There was some time before they broke away from the kiss, Cyro panted softly while looking at the creature

The monster chuckled. "While i would love to keep you, i fear that i have aggravated your friends enough, so unfortunately this will be goodbye for now, but i will be back soon, my little prey, until we meet again~!" The monster whispered to them beore giving them a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows again. Which only left Cyro in confusion but at the same time, they felt like they've fallen in love again.

After some time Pico, Boyfriend and Girlfriend found Cy, fortunately for them Cyro was okay, and the four of them darted out of the house as soon as fucking possible. Cyro never really forgot about that day ever since...