#and then just do that until the experimenting mood grabs me again and I happen to find something better

[lavenoon]

What brushes do you use in clip studio paint?

Hi!

For sketching and simpler doodles, I use the default "Lighter Pencil" - this one just as is, no color jitter!

For lineart, I use "Dense Watercolor" (don't mind the 2 - it's a copy so I don't have to change the settings for the color jitter every time) (click for full settings view!)

For one tone coloring, I use this custom brush! This link packs a whole bunch of materials, but the Watercolor 2 brush is my favorite!

And for more elaborate coloring, I use another copy of the dense watercolor brush, with lower color jitter settings! Because I still like some variation <3

And, as bonus - I also really love this Blender for watercolor, and the Erase Along Edge eraser has been a gamechanger!

I'm not super experimental with the settings usually, but I also don't always remember if I've messed with them or not, so you get the settings screenshots. I'm very partial to watercolors lmao.

Hope this helps! <3

[consextualjane]

Come have a seat. There's some things we need to talk about. It's come to my attention that you've been having sex with your wife again. I know what you're going to say, and I just don't have the patience for it. I'm not in the mood for more excuses. We've been over this several times, and I think it's time that we finally got serious about you choosing me over her. I'll tell you why. 

I'm hotter than she is. It's a fact. I mean, just look at my big,  perfect tits in this shirt. Imagine having your cock between them. How good would it feel to have them squeezed together around your shaft, sliding them up and down, pleasuring you until you erupt all over them. Wouldn't it just be incredible to empty your balls all over them? No, that isn't going to happen. But just thinking about it makes you harder than your wife ever could, doesn't it? And my ass, don't even get me started. You'd worship my ass if I told you to. You'd bury your face in it and devour it. No, of course I won't let you. Don't even ask. 

She can't compete with me sexually. Do you know how good I look while I'm riding a big, thick cock? Well, no, you don't. No, I'm not going to ride yours. But god, my body looks so amazing when I'm getting stretched out by some meathead's massive member. I bite my lip and moan for him, and let him turn me into his little slut. I bend over for him and let him slap my ass and claim me as his. Whatever he wants. You'll never get to experience that. You probably won't even get to see it. But just think about it. Look how hard it's making you. Your wife can't do that for you, can she?

I know what you want. Your wife thinks you want more sex. She tries new things, maybe giving you more blowjobs, or dressing sexier, or losing weight. None of that is what you want, though. You want my perfect lips wrapped around your aching cock. You want to push yourself inside my tight, wet, little pussy and claim me as yours. You want to grab and squeeze and slap my slutty ass. You'll never get any of those things. You think maybe just watching me do these things with another man might be enough. If you could just see me making love to a big man's cock and balls with my mouth, that would satisfy you. You'll never get that either. The desire keeps you coming back. The agonizing need that stiffens your cock and oozes out the tip, that's what you really want. 

I'll never give it to you. That's right, never. Not once will I let you have me, or even let you watch someone else having me. Oh, I'll make you think I'm going to let you. I'll say something like "You know, since you've been so good, I think I changed my mind. I think I might just let you feel my mouth a little, as a reward." But then when the moment comes, and my mouth is inches from your cock, I'll leave you there, just like that with no release. I'll do this over and over again, giving you hope, then taking it away. And each time you'll think maybe this time will be different. It won't.

So it's time to commit. No more of these silly games of you pretending to still want your wife. You don't. You want me. You want me deciding what you want, telling you what turns you on, controlling your erections with just my words. You want me teasing you, relentlessly poisoning your mind and keeping you just on the edge. You want me torturing you, pretending I'm going to wrap my lips around you, and then laughing when I tell you that would never, ever happen. 

I want to hear you to say it. I want you to throw away your marriage vows, and pledge your loyalty to my round, perfect, juicy ass. Devote yourself to my exquisite breasts. Tell me I'm better than your wife. Admit that she can never satisfy you like I can. And promise me you'll never betray me again. 

Now I want to hear you say it to her. 

patreon.com/consext 💋

[lxstfathier]

Hi could you please do sex pollen with bass or Alejandro Vargas or both with an inexperienced female reader please

Anon? anon who is bass?? i couldn’t figure out who you meant so, here it is, i did it with ale ;)

Flowers

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, sex pollen, squirting, age-gap, another fic of Ale taking our virginity cuz we love that shit!

A/N: i actually loved writing this lol, it was fun. you know english is not my first language, so there might be some errors, but i hope y’all like it 💗

You don’t remember exactly what happened. The mission went wrong, and you followed colonel Vargas into the woods, trying to scape from enemy fire, accidentally running into some bushes full of strange colorful flowers that you had never seen before. Then it all went blurry.

Now, two hours later, you’re on base again, feeling really weird. Your whole body is sensitive, as if it has been set on fire, heavy breaths escape your lips and a thin layer of sweat starts to appear on your skin. How are you supposed to deal with it? you don’t even know what is going on, but you try your best to stay quiet while a nurse examines all your vital signs.

“You’re fine” she says after making sure that you don’t have anything that could possibly affect your health. “But it seems that you’re under the influence of some… natural aphrodisiac. So i’d suggest you to, y’know, relieve all that sexual energy, it will make you feel way better.”

Natural aphrodisiac? oh, so now you finally understand why your poor pussy is so wet, clenching around nothing and practically begging to be fucked. It makes sense. However, you don’t have a problem with masturbating a few times until the effects wear off. So you thank her, and then make your way out of the medical bay, walking straight to your own room.

But you didn’t expected to run into you colonel again. Those flowers should have affected him the same way as you, that’s for sure, what is he doing in the hallway? he should be inside his room, doing god knows what to help himself with that issue.

“Sargento” Alejandro calls you, forcing you to stop dead on your tracks, even though both of you are not in the mood for talking. “What did the nurse told you?”

“She said i’m fine. It’s just the effects of a natural aphrodisiac what’s making me feel so weird.” you answer, smiling at him, trying to play it cool. “Why? do you have the same?.”

“Si” he nods, but you don’t hear the rest, all of your concentration is now looking at his pretty brown eyes, his lips, his stubbly jaw, his broad shoulders, his strong arms in that tight shirt, and that obvious bulge inside his cargo pants.

He’s always been a good looking man, you won’t deny it, but right now? he’s fucking sexy, radiating a strong masculine essence that makes your knees go weak and the heat in your belly grow more intense. Almost as if you were a bitch in heat.

All of your shyness is gone, and before you know it, you’re grabbing his hand to guide him into your room, not even caring that he’s way older than you, a colonel who is supposed to be your superior. The arousal clouds your mind, not being able to think about anything else than getting pounded by him all night until you can’t remember your own name.

And Alejandro knows he shouldn’t be so eager to fuck his sergeant, but how can he tell you no when you look so pretty and so damn needy?

Once you’re both inside, with the door locked and the lights on, he pins you to the wall, kissing you passionately as his big hands roam your clothed body. Something new to you, considering the fact that you had never been touched by a man before this.

Should you tell him that he’s about to be the your first sexual experience? maybe, but you don’t wanna ruin the mood, so you just let go, feeling your tongues dancing with each other, running your hands over his strong chest.

But, as much as you’d love to keep kissing, the heat caused by the aphrodisiac is now unbearable, forcing both of you to pull apart and take your clothes off. And it could be part of the effect of those annoying flowers, but when you finally see his muscles, his tan skin covered in sweat, and that big veiny cock springing free, your mouth waters and your pussy throbs, clearly enjoying the view.

“Like what you see, mi amor?” he asks teasingly, and you just nod. “Cause i really do, who would have known my sergeant had such a pretty body? huh?”.

Now that Alejandro sees you all exposed for him, admiring every detail of your being, he’s sure that you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever met. If he had known what was he missing on, he would have pushed you into those bushes way earlier.

You don’t really know what to do next, you’re flustered and too inexperienced, so when he notices your hesitance, he gently guides you to the bed, telling you to lay on your back and relax.

Alejandro kisses your neck, and then slowly goes down to your tits, playing with your nipples between his teeth. It’s almost like a torture, you want more than that, involuntarily bucking your hips to get at least a little friction, anything.

“Just fuck me already, please” you beg in a high pitched voice, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Such a needy little whore” Alejandro says, mocking your pathetic cries. But you don’t care, even less when he drops to his knees, prying your legs apart to have a good look at your perfect pussy before devouring it like a starving man.

He licks and bites at your slick folds, savoring the sweet taste, dives his tongue into your hole and goes up to your clit, sucking hard. It feels really nice, better than any of those times where you played with yourself at night, and it’s not long until you’re moaning, feeling that familiar knot in your lower belly while tugging at his dark hair.

You cum easily, arching your back off the bed, almost crushing his head between your trembling legs. But that doesn’t stop him, he keeps eating you sloppily until you ride out that first orgasm.

When you come down from the high, Alejandro is already on top of you, holding your legs on his shoulders, guiding his cock to your tiny wet hole. And, without a warning, he slides inside on a singular hard thrust, making you scream at the new sensation.

He’s big, so the sudden stretch is a bit painful, but once you get adjusted to his girth and he starts moving slowly, your pained cries turn into whimpers filled with pleasure.

“F-faster Ale, please, ah- god-“ you moan into his ear, going literally stupid on his cock that you can’t even say a simple sentence.

“Yeah? you want me to destroy this pretty little pussy?”

He starts thrusting harder, pounding your tight heat in the most delicious way, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over. It’s good, way too good actually, and you can’t help but writhe under him, digging your nails on the nape of his neck.

Another orgasm is near, you know it, and he can feel it too by the way you’re clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, preciosa, you’re taking me so well” Alejandro growls, one of his large hands going down to find your clit, rubbing it fast in circular motions. “Cum for me again, come on.”

His words, mixed with the stimulation and the way he’s ramming into you, is just what you need to see stars. You come undone once more, feeling the intense pleasure in every inch of your body, moaning so loud that probably the whole base heard.

“Fuck, look at the mess you made” he says, looking at how your sweet juices are coating his abs and pubes. Did you just squirted? hell, that’s new, you didn’t knew you could do that.

Alejandro doesn’t take long to reach his own orgasm, thrusting a few more times until he’s cumming inside, filling that pretty pussy of yours with his thick seed as he bites your neck, letting out an animalistic grunt.

You both stay like that for a minute, too fucked out to move, catching your breath. And you’re feeling better, but the effects are still not gone at all.

“That was amazing” you say, stroking his beard, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Can we do it again?.”

“As many times as you want, preciosa.”

[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox (4)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing and fluff, just weird teenagers ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school.Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don’t ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adultin the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I’m writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that’s all you expect, this isn’t the fic for you.

I don’t want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She and Helaena lay side by side, watching the second and first parts of Shrek, laughing out loud, speaking their favourite dialogues from memory, however, her thoughts kept running back to what happened a few hours earlier. She clenched her eyelids at the mere mention.

They kissed.

She had no idea if that was good or bad.

Did he now think of her as easy to get?

Did he despise her now?

She had a lot of doubts swirling around in her head and for some reason she felt like crying again, even though the experience itself turned out to be incredibly pleasant for her.

It was her first kiss ever.

During the night she couldn't sleep, twisting from side to side, restless, listening to hear if perhaps he was up or walking down the corridor.

There was complete silence.

She shuddered when, a few hours later, her phone's display lit up and vibrated loudly, waking her up and blinding her; for a moment she struggled to open her eyelids and adjust to the light.

After a while she succeeded and unlocked the keypad. She saw with a pounding heart that she had received a message from him.

She swallowed loudly, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the cold sweat on the back of her neck.

Fuck.

She wrote him back quickly, deciding that just 'no' would sound too dry and might let him think she was angry with him.

He didn't write back for a long time and she was afraid of what he would reply, that he would write back to tell her that it all made no sense, that it was a big mistake and that he regrets that they did it.

She felt like she was about to cry and vomit from stress and fear at the same time, all she could hear and feel was the hard pounding of her heart.

She jumped down on the bed next to Helaena when a notification suddenly displayed on her phone that she had received a new message from him.

She drew in a loud breath, tightening her lips and swallowed hard.

She rose silently, slipping the duvet off her, walking slowly barefoot towards the door. She furrowed her brow as she grabbed the handle and pressed it, the door began to open with an unpleasant creak of wood.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Helaena, horrified, but she merely turned in bed, sleeping on.

She left without closing the door, afraid that another sound like that would surely wake her, and ran on tiptoe through the corridor towards his room. She knocked quietly feeling that her whole body was quivering in terror.

She thought he preferred to tell her what he thought of her to her face.

He opened it for her and looked around the corridor to make sure no one had seen anything, letting her in and closing the door behind him.

The only light in his room was his lamp standing on his desk, surrounding the whole space with a pleasant, warm glow.

She stood in place playing with her hands, staring at the floor, afraid to look at him.

"Did you want this? You know…what we did." He muttered wearily, his fingers rubbing against each other in a nervous gesture.

She looked at him surprised, his face stony, she had no idea what he was thinking. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer, looking at him with her lips slightly parted.

"Yes." She admitted with shame, feeling herself tremble all over.

Silence.

A long one.

She felt like she was about to die.

"Me too. What now?" He asked, as if he wanted her to tell him the result of a maths equation.

She looked at him in disbelief, not believing he had said that. They both seemed extremely surprised by this discovery, by what had happened.

She licked her lower lip, which was almost burning with nervousness, having no idea what to answer.

"I... I don't know. It's probably too soon to… you know." She muttered, and he stared at her in silence, she felt that she couldn't very well convey what she was feeling, what she was realising.

Good God, she was attracted to him.

She really was, but it was too early to talk about a relationship, they barely knew each other.

What was she supposed to tell him?

"I…I just wish I could spend some time with you occasionally. Or just text you. If you feel like it too, of course." She said quickly, lowering her gaze again, feeling like she was in kindergarten when she couldn't express herself properly.

"I like the way things have developed between us over the last few weeks. I don't want to ruin it with unnecessary haste. But I don't regret what we've done." She said finally, lifting her uncertain gaze to him.

She saw him nod and swallow loudly, letting the air out of his lungs, as if he felt relieved, as if he didn't know himself what to make of it all, what to think of it, how to behave towards her now.

"Mmm."

They stood like that in silence, looking away again, not knowing if they should add anything more, she could feel the tension growing between them again, his hands clenched into fists.

"Do you want me to go back to Helaena now?" She asked uncertainly, scratching her shoulder, feeling with embarrassment how much her hands were trembling.

He looked at her and hesitated for a moment.

"…Yeah." He muttered, lowering his gaze, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

She nodded, feeling an ache in her heart for some reason, knowing, however, that it was the right thing to do. She walked past him and glanced at him standing next to the door.

"Good night." She said softly, looking over her shoulder, his lips tightened.

Silence.

He looked like he wanted to say something else and she didn't know if she should leave or not.

They stood like that for a moment, she heard him swallow loudly, he wasn't looking at her.

"Do you wanna kiss again? Before… you know. Going back to normal." He grunted out in a low trembling voice with difficulty and embarrassment, as if he didn't believe those words had left his mouth.

She stared at him with her eyes wide open, feeling her heart pounding fast, heat spilling over her lower abdomen.

Oh God.

She didn't know whether she was more terrified by his request or by the way her heart squeezed with joy, a wave of heat flowing through her body.

"Y-yeah. Okay."

She muttered embarrassed at how desperate she was, how hot she was at the thought that he wanted to touch her again, that he liked it too.

She swallowed loudly as he drew his hand towards her, looking down at her with his lips slightly parted, his gaze dark and hazy. She gently grasped his fingers and approached him feeling her heart pounding hard, feeling butterflies in her stomach and a pleasant tickle between her thighs.

For a moment they just stood looking at each other, his trembling hand gently slid her hair off her shoulder behind her back. She felt a pleasant shiver at that touch, close, intimate, filled with some kind of affection.

She felt his thumb on her cheek as it dug in and ran over her soft skin, his healthy eye looking at her as if half asleep, dreamy, his warm breath enveloping her face.

He leaned over her and their foreheads touched, she parted her lips slightly in a hastened breath feeling as if they were burning with the desire for him to touch her already, to relieve her.

It seemed to her as if he had read her thoughts, his lips clung to hers in a soft, warm, calm, loud kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed, reciprocating his gesture by placing her hands on the sides of his neck, her fingers trailing along his jaw.

He groaned and kissed her deeper, suddenly clamping his hand in her hair and pulling her tighter, surprising her completely, making her sigh loudly into his mouth, throwing her hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

The tips of their noses rubbed as their lips danced and brushed against each other, sinking into each other's soft texture, spreading each other's moisture and saliva, both of them panting quietly, his pleasant, warm breath, his closeness calming her.

She knew she should pull away, that this was supposed to be just one kiss, but instead their lips found each other again and again, their hands stroking each other's hair and cheeks.

He pulled away from her for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers, not letting her go from his embrace.

"− maybe − maybe stay with me, just for a little while longer − if you want −" He whispered in a low, trembling voice, as if he was afraid of what he was saying and of her reaction, that she would laugh at him, that she would spurn him.

Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend?

She pressed her lips together at the thought that he might have thought he was repulsive for her.

She nodded her head.

"− do you want to lie down? − I - I won't do anything to you −" He muttered, adding a second sentence quickly, afraid she might misunderstand him and get scared. She felt her throat dry up and couldn't get anything out, so she nodded again.

He took her hand gently and set himself down on his bedding, laying on his side, facing her, his head on his pillow. She lay down right next to him, looking up at his face.

He put his hand on hers, stroking it with his thumb, and just looked at her, sighing heavily, as if what was happening now required a lot of effort on his part. She smiled at the thought, and he blinked.

"What?" He muttered, wrinkling his brow, embarrassed, his hand stopped in mid-motion.

"I like you." She said softly, sincerely, warmly, feeling wonderful and safe, never had anyone been close to her like this before, no one's touch gave her such pleasure.

She heard him swallow hard and lower his gaze, embarrassed, his thumb began stroking her hand again.

"I like you too." He whispered softly and looked straight into her eyes, there was something intimate, private about it.

She lifted her hand slowly and touched his cheek, running her fingers over his face as if she were treading water with them, she heard him sigh quietly and closed his eyes, drawing in air loudly.

She moaned as he leaned closer, their lips naturally clinging to each other in a hot, wet kiss, he pulled her to him, she could feel the warmth of his body, the trembling of his hands, his restless, laboured breathing.

She blinked when she felt something in his trousers pulsate hard, hitting her stomach. He drew in a loud breath and pulled away immediately, looking at her shocked.

"− I − I'm sorry − I didn't mean to −" He mumbled out embarrassed, and she looked at him surprised, not knowing what he was actually apologising to her for.

"What was that?" She asked amused, raising her eyebrows and he looked at her with parted lips, she had never seen anyone so embarrassed and horrified before in her life.

He licked his lower lip in a nervous gesture, she had a feeling he was never going to get out what he wanted to say, complete chaos in his mind.

"− I − I think I just like you a bit − too much now − you know what I mean − right? −" He asked uncertainly as if to see if she knew what he was talking about, not believing that she could have been that unaware.

She blinked and pressed her lips together, opening her eyes wide when she realised what he meant, felt her cheeks turn all red and swallowed with difficulty.

"− I − if you're uncomfortable, then go − I'm sorry, I didn't mean to − fuck, God, why −" He growled, pressing his face against his pillow, unable to look her in the eye, clearly embarrassed that he was unable to restrain his physical instincts.

She looked at him in disbelief.

He desired her.

"− no − I mean − nothing happened − I felt good about kissing − I know you won't hurt me − it's okay, really −" She mumbled out sincerely believing her words.

He pressed his lips together, looking at her as if in pain, and sighed heavily, lowering his head back down, pressing it to her forehead, stroking her cheek and hair.

They lay like that without saying a word, just looking at each other, breathing quietly, she felt her eyelids growing heavier as she drifted off into sleep, her fingers trailing over the exposed wrist of his other hand.

"Sleep. I'll carry you to Helaena later." He whispered softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and she hummed quietly under her breath and closed her eyes, concentrating only on the pleasant touch of his warm hand, his thumb stroking her skin.

She felt safe.

She shuddered, not knowing where she was or what was happening when she felt someone lift her, darkness all around her.

She squealed quietly and he hushed her, stroking her back, grabbing her under her hips, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.

"− shush, Foxy −" He whispered, opening his door quietly, walking slowly towards Helaena's bedroom. He stepped inside trying not to make any noise and placed her gently on the bed beside her, looking at her for a moment longer.

He just ran his thumb over her cheek before lifting himself back up and leaving, closing the door quietly behind him.

She fell asleep feeling a pleasant heat in her heart.

She was falling in love.

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[spacelazarwolf]

i think sexual abuse is a lot more complicated than ppl want to admit and i’m going to use two (of the many) scenarios i’ve personally been in to talk abt it. it’s gonna get kind of explicit so just be warned.

so the first scenario is me and my high school boyfriend. we're both 15 and horny all the time, and the first time we have sex i didn't even know it was going to happen. we were messing around in my garage, and he just like. stuck it in. was losing my virginity bent over a tractor in the garage the way i wanted to lose my virginity? no. did he ask for my consent? no. but. i do not consider what happened to me to be rape or assault. it didn't upset me, it didn't cause me trauma, it really didn't affect me beyond "holy shit i lost my virginity."

the second scenario is something that happened frequently between me and my abusive ex boyfriend. i would be in the mood for sex, express that interest to him, he would reject me, so i would back off. then after a minute, he would start flirting with me and showing interest in having sex with me, so i'd start flirting back, and then he'd reject me again. and when i say reject, i don't just mean "i'm not in the mood" i mean "ew why are you being so clingy get off me" when moments before he'd been grabbing my ass. he would go through this cycle until he was satisfied that i felt shitty enough about myself that i'd let him do whatever he wanted. did i want to have sex? yes. did i consent to that sex? yes. but. i consider what happened to be sexual abuse because he explicitly needed me to feel like shit in order for him to enjoy the sex and in order for me to not question what happened during it because i would feel like i "wanted it."

between those two scenarios, only one happened specifically without my consent. but that's not the scenario i consider to be assault. some might say the second situation was a negation of consent, and i think it absolutely can be. but for me and my own personal experience, i consider it to essentially be weaponizing the consent i did give, which is what made it so insidious. and i feel like people often want to project that violation of consent onto me regardless of how i actually describe the event because they conflate consent with healthy sex, so any unhealthy sex must be a violation of consent, and that's just not how it always works.

i feel like discussions around sexual assault tend to be so incredibly black and white, which makes sense because the people participating in them are traumatized! it's hard to have nuance when you're traumatized! but i think it's still important to have these conversations because there have been times where i was in spaces specifically for survivors and was told that what happened to me wasn't abuse because i consented, and it was "insensitive" to compare it to "actual rape" (which i also experienced from the same ex). in order to really heal, we need to be able to have these tough conversations, because i promise they're worth it.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Simon Riley is an enigma. He masks all of him under the skull feign. Always composure, without any unneeded emotions.

At least that’s what you consider. but there’s something different, a spark of passion in his attitude to you. The way he lands his eyes on you, the ambiguity when he closes the distance between you while talking. You try to search, see if there’s a crack in his flawless disguise, so that you may have a chance to know him better. You know he’s observing you too. Sometimes, you notice him staring at you, but once you recognize, he will turn his attention away. It’s making you anxious, or — needy. The eagerness to understand more of him, to discover what he hides, hoarding whatever is under the mask. Even if it’s his darkest side, you need to know, what he’s thinking every time his palm touches your shoulder longer than usual, what lies in the turmoil swirling in his eyes.

“Sergeant, are you listening?” His gruff voice snaps you out of the trance. Ghost towers over you, you’ve been immersed in your own thoughts, and haven’t realized others already finished their debrief and left. Haven’t realized there’s only you and him in the room now. “Yes, I am, Sir.” “Then start your debrief.” he commands. You inhale shallowly, and report what happened in the mission yesterday. and again, you can feel his gaze, enthusiastic and stern, roaming over your body, tracing every detail on your face. You shift under the pressure, choke back a whimper and stumble to the end of your debrief. “Good.” Ghost’s eyes are locked on yours, and he reaches out, giving you a pat on your shoulder. and the slight graze on the side of your neck. You try not to tremble, but still shiver when his cold fingers touch your neck, but you feel another mood this time, especially when you see the mischievous glint in his eyes as he takes in your reaction. It’s anger. “Please stop this, Lieutenant.” the words slip out too fluently, you don’t even process what you truly just said until you halt to a shocking pause. “Stop what?” The gravity contained in his dark eyes is suffering, he asks you in a plain tone, as if he’s just making another order. “I... I’m not your plaything, please stop this. Don’t hang me in the air and leave me with nothing.” Fuck it, you think, the hunger you experience these day gives you the courage, all your longing and desire spills out, but you don’t dare to look at him, eyes wandering around, staying on everything but him. “Then what do you want?” Ghost steps forward at you instantly, and you back off in response, but like a predator stalking its prey, he’s precisive, following you and finally — cornered and caged the prey in his trap. “I...” “Tell me.” His voice is low, alluring, seducing you to tell him your deepest wish. His right hand catches your chin, and forces you to look at him. and you can see it, the lust, the tiny hint leading you to his secret. “I want to know you, Sir.” “Not just Ghost, I want to know about Simon Riley... the rest of you.” “Greedy...” Ghost chuckles, making you feel like you are boiling in embarrassment, but you gasp when he suddenly grabs your hand in his much larger one. and then he guides you, until your fingers are tangled with the hem of his mask. “Are you ready, Sergeant?”

With widened eyes and drowning in excitement, You hold your breath as he leads your hand upwards.

[ofallthingsnasty]

G, H and Y for Doflamingo? You seemed curious about letter H, I wanna know your thoughts about it and Doffy especially!

Yandere Alphabet

Honestly, H (What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?) made me reblog it... I love lists like that because they make me think + help flesh out characters - and like I said in the tags, that one was so good I had to have it on here haha.

tw.yandere, violence, noncon, minors dni

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

When is it ever not a game to him? Despite him being incredibly dangerous and cruel, a defiant darling fares well with Doflamingo. He's like a kid watching his pet hamster squeeze through increasingly smaller openings to get out of a box, to reach some treats - it's entertaining until it's not. You might as well be the dirt under his shoes, you're a pathetic little creature that couldn't even break his skin if it tried. Of course your little tantrums and escape attempts are hilarious to him. How cute, you think there is still hope for you. Quaint. Bite, scratch, kick - jump out of the next window if you want, it's all a riot to him. (There is a line here - where exactly, you'll never know. But there are times when your antics do bother him. And when he's in a foul mood and you cross him? Whatever he has in store for you will have you quiet and compliant for several days, trust me.)

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Well, what's the worst thing you can imagine? That. I think he can get incredibly violent with you - and doesn't really stop. There is no love from this man, just sheer possession, obsession - you have to understand, he owns you. If he says jump, you jump. If he has you tied down and blindfolded, legs spread for random people to violate you because you dared to refuse him the night before, you say 'sorry' and 'I'll never do it again, I swear' and kiss his feet. If he locks you away for days and days on end in some empty room without anything to do and just some water because you wouldn't answer him, you'll never refuse to open up that precious mouth again when he asks you something, right, sweetheart? He'll learn how you work - what you love, what you hate, what you fear - and uses it against you. With others, that one violent outburst might be the worst thing to happen to you or that time they force themselves on you. With Doflamingo, it's like a pink-clad grotesque grab bag of worst experiences, one more horrifying than the next. Fun, right?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I think that depends on when he meets you. Pre-Dressrosa? You're perched on his lap by the time he has figured out that he wants to keep you around and not only fuck you - who the hell has time for intricate plans or even trying to court you? He's a busy man with a million things to do. He likes what he sees and the rest can come later. It's not like you'll go anywhere, weak little dog that you are. After the takeover? He can allow himself to rest on his laurels a little - he doesn't need to pluck you off the street like a roadside flower. He can watch. Indulge in some classic little stalker antics. Learn more about you. Wait for the perfect moment to turn your whole life upside down. Doflamingo is nothing if not an afficionado, wanting to enjoy the way you'll beg and cry and plead when the world as you know it is about to be changed forever. He doesn't snap. He lies in ambush.

[diaryofanidiot]

Can't Take The Heat?

One-shot based on an experience I had with my bf recently 🤣

Summary: Soap finds out the hard way just how high reader's spice tolerance is

I smiled as I inhaled the scent of my food. I was starving. Hell, we all were. Finally being back on base, we could eat something that wasn't a MRE.

All I craved was something spicy. Something to pack a punch and force my brain to release that sweet, sweet dopamine while my mouth was in battle with the capsaicin.

The noodles were bathed in a firey red sauce of chili's and various spices. Perfection.

I took a seat with the rest of my team, Task Force 141. Gaz and Soap were bantering loudly while they ate, clearly happy to be home. Price sipped a cup of coffee, half of a sandwich eaten in front of him.

Ghost sat at the end of the table. He would likely eat in the secrecy of his own room later where his mask could be removed to do so. He seemed in a rare good mood, occasionally adding a snarky or teasing comment to the conversation at the sake of himself or one of us.

I stirred my noddles with my chopsticks in hand before taking an eager bite. My eyes rolled back slightly as i reveled in the explosion of flavor in my mouth.

Gaz laughed and pointed out my food-gasm, causing me to smile.

"I've missed flavor." I joked, happy not to be eating a prepackaged meal rehydrated by water.

I prepped another bite, feeling like a starved man who had just emerged from the desert only to be greeted by a banquet.

I brought it up to my lips, just before noticing Soap moving quickly from his spot beside me. Before it could reach my lips, he stole the bite from me.

He gave me a cheesy, victorious grin. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for what I knew was to come with a smirk on my lips.

I watched as his face from a look of playful mischief to one of horror. He quickly grabbed his napkin and spat out the noodles, but it was far too late. The capsasin was already in his mouth, turning his face red.

"Steamin' Bloody Jesus -" he coughed, going for his water. I could hear the rest of the team laughing as they realized what had happened. "Where did you get that?! Satan's asshole?!"

He was cursing up a storm now between gulps of water, trying to flush out the spice.

"Water only makes it worse, you know?" I laughed, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

"Fuck off" he coughed again, still downing his water.

Ghost chimed in on the mockery. "Can take a bullet but brought down by some noodles?"

Soap playfully flipped him off. Gaz couldn't speak with how much he was laughing.

To rub it in his face some more, i waited until his attention was back on me before taking another bite.

"Delicious." I said with a shit eating grin. Johnny looked like he had been punched. His lips were a cherry red, and i could see the shine of sweat on his upper lip just barely covered by his stubble.

Price lifted his cup of coffee toward me as if to pay respect. He couldn't hide the corners of his lips turning upwards into a smile.

This here made everything worth it.

Sometimes, you just gotta revel in the small things.

"I'm never stealing your food again." Soap chuckled, beginning to come down from the spice a bit. Even he couldn't deny it was funny.

"Good to see you learned your lesson."

Hope you guys enjoyed this. I have a little bit of writers block, so i wanted to write something quick and easy to hold you guys over for a little <3 love you all and stay spicy~

[squealing-santa]

A few self discoveries

Author: @abihasablog

A/N: My Squealing Santa submission for @ticklish-scribbler, hope you enjoy!

Izzy doesn't think he's ticklish, and can't really understand why Ed seems to like it so much. He's very glad to be proven wrong.

Steddyhands, ler!Stede and ler!Ed with lee!Izzy (plus an extra lee!Ed sprinkling, as a treat.

Word count: 1660

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It had been a long and horrid day, and all Izzy was looking forward to was falling into bed and sleeping off his bad mood. He pushed open their front door, calling out a tired greeting to whoever made it home before him. Instead of the usual reply, a high pitched squeal came from the living room. Suddenly wide awake, Izzy dropped his bag and dashed towards the sound. When he sees the cause of the noise, he slumps back against the wall with a groan.

“Iz! Help!” Ed shrieks, wiggling in Stede’s grasp as another raspberry is blown against his neck. “Ew, that’s gross!”

“Hello darling,” Stede ignores Ed’s giggly protests as he digs his fingers into his hips. “Did you have a lovely day?”

“Thought you were being fucking murdered, Ed, you cannot possibly be that ticklish.” 

Ed flushes pink and he tries to scowl.. “Nohohohot!” 

“Not ticklish, hmm? Then why are you laughing?” Stede’s fingers slide up to curl against Ed’s belly and spider across the softness there. “You should have heard the noises he made when I gave his tummy a good raspberry! I would recreate it for you, but I promised to ease off once the tears started. Maybe next time, hmm Edward?” 

“No next time!” 

“Oh, we both know you don’t want that.” 

Izzy rolled his eyes and shrugged off his coat. “It’s like living with a child.” 

“Like you’re any better!” Ed cried indignantly. “Let’s see - aha - how you stand up against torture!” 

“I’m an adult, Edward. Adults aren’t ticklish.” 

Stede halts his fingers. 

“I beg to differ,” he says. He holds out his hand towards Izzy, and very slowly and deliberately crooks his finger. “Care to prove me wrong?” 

Between them, still nestled underneath Stede, Ed shivers. 

“Why would I do that?” 

“Because you love to be right, and if you’re not ticklish then there’s nothing to be scared of.” 

“It’s fun, Iz,” Ed chimes in, looking a little embarrassed at the admission. “Stede’s good at it and he knows when to stop.” 

Izzy grits his teeth. He hadn’t been tickled since he was a child, and didn’t really fancy being poked with clumsy fingers in an attempt to prove himself right. But Stede was looking at him like he was a meal, and Ed was flashing his big baby cow eyes - two things he could never resist. Sighing in defeat, he holds his arms out to the side awkwardly. 

“Where do you want me?” 

Ed jumps up immediately, grabbing cushions from the sofa and chucking them on the carpet. “More room on the floor.” 

“If I get on the floor I’ll never get up again,” Izzy gripes. Stede tuts, sliding from the sofa to kneel next to the cushion pile. 

“I’ll help you up darling, fear not!” He pats the space next to him. “Ed’s right, more room down here for exploration!”

“Explor-?” Izzy startles as Ed grabs his hands and tugs him down, nudging him until he submits to being moulded into position. “I can manage!” 

“Manhandling is all part of the experience, just shush and let it happen.” 

“You’re such a pest, you know?” 

“Boys,” Stede interrupts with a soft laugh. “Edward, clearly I need to spend some more time on you if you still have the energy to be a brat.” 

Ed clears his throat, blushing. “Well, if you think it’s best.” 

“I do,” Stede grins. He turns his attention to Izzy, then, and taps his elbows where they rest at his sides. “I’ll need you to put these up over your head, try and keep them out the way if you can.”

Izzy rolls his eyes, but does as he’s told. 

“Standard safeword rules apply here, and yours is…?” 

“Red,” Izzy recites dutifully. 

“Excellent. I’ll ignore all other assorted pleading and or begging, and - oh don’t give me that look, just you wait - unless you say your safeword. Agreed?”

“Fine.”

“Excellent!” Stede claps his hands together. “Now, I think I’ll begin right… here.” 

His hands descend slowly to rest against Izzy’s sides. His tee shirt is tucked into his jeans, stretched across his torso with his arms held over his head. If it were Izzy doing the tickling, he’d pull the shirt up and go right in for the kill. Instead, Stede lets his palms lay stationery, and starts a gentle wiggle of his fingertips against the soft fabric. It startles a gasp from him, and his arms twitch to move back down to his side. He holds firm, though. Surely it was just the surprise of it? 

Stede watches him with a gentle smile, slowly moving his hands upward, his fingertips creeping along Izzy’s ribs. He feels the urge to snap his hands down and push Stede away, but he holds out, gritting his teeth and allowing his body a tiny wiggle as consolation. So perhaps he’d been wrong about not being ticklish. 

“Ooo, I saw that!” Ed chimes gleefully. “Knew you were the ticklish ribs sort, mate. Bet you’re ticklish all over, aren’t you?” 

“No,” Izzy grits out. 

“Yes you are,” Ed continues, wiggling his fingers menacingly. “Now the seal’s broken, I bet we could tickle you anywhere.”

Izzy opens his mouth to tell Ed to fuck off but is cut off when the fingers on his ribs move suddenly down again, to spider across his belly. The suddenness of it startles him enough that he chuckles, his arms snapping down instinctively to grab at Stede’s hands. 

“Aha,” Stede grins. “It seems I was right, after all!” 

“Fucking fluke,” Izzy says quickly, returning his arms to their position. Stede raises his eyebrows, meets Ed’s ecstatic expression, and goes back to it. Izzy’s hands grip a cushion as the teasing fingers explore his belly, finding all the spots that make him squirm. It’s soft enough that he’s not laughing properly, just the odd huff accompanied by a wide grin. Stede’s kind enough to keep quiet, but Ed has no such manners. 

“Oho, seems like someone is finding out some stuff about themselves today!” He wriggles his fingers along Izzy’s neck, making him scrunch his shoulders with a snort. “Is that nice, Iz? You like it when we tickle you?”

Izzy abandons the pillow with his right hand in favour of smacking at Ed’s legs, but his wrist is quickly caught and treated to a flurry of kisses up his arm, something that had never tickled before, but made a giggle build in his throat now. 

“Edward,” Stede admonishes. “It’s not nice to tease. It’s also very rich coming from you!” 

“But it’s fun,” Ed winks down at Izzy as he progresses his little tickly line of kisses up his arm until he reaches his inner elbow. 

“You know what’s fun, Izzy? Getting Ed all flustered and begging for more after spending such a long time teasing him.” 

Ed pouts, his cheeks turning sweetly pink. Izzy’s own face flushes at the teasing, even though it’s not directed at him. Stede’s words combined with the swirling patterns of his fingers against his belly were making butterflies take flight from every inch of his body. 

“I like to tickle him gently, just like this, all up and down from his hips to his neck. He’s especially ticklish just here,” he tugs Izzy’s top from his jeans and lifts it up over his belly. He wriggles the tip of his index finger into the space just under his belly button, and all the teasing bursts out of him in a loud train of giggles. “Yes, just like that.” 

“Nohohoho!” His free arm shoots down to push him away half heartedly, but Ed is quick to snatch it up and pepper that one with kisses too. “Ehehehed!” 

“Yeeees?” 

Izzy doesn’t reply, can’t reply, because Stede’s hands are suddenly under his shirt and in his armpits and all he can do is kick his heels into the floor and cackle. 

“Oh, you are just the most precious thing!” Stede coos, avoiding Izzy’s kicking legs by sliding over him in a straddle.  “Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” 

“No, fuck off!” 

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound anything like a safeword,” Stede slows a little, letting him catch his breath and regain control of his mouth. Ed gives his hands a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Despite the teasing, Izzy knew Ed was on cloud nine to discover that Izzy was finding this fun too. 

“It’s not,” Izzy says after a moment. “Think I was wrong before.”

“Oh? You mean you are ticklish?” Stede prompts. The word makes Izzy squirm, and suddenly he has a lot of sympathy for Ed and all the times Stede’s made him admit he liked it. 

“I guess,” he manages, as if he wasn’t all pink cheeked and panting. “Not as bad as Eddie, though.”

“But you both seem to love it equally,” Stede chuckles, ignoring Ed’s petulant whine. “But we’ve only scratched the surface with you! Perhaps you’d let me give you a thorough going over, to find out all your favourite spots? Perhaps I’ll have you with your legs over my lap, see if you can keep still while I give the backs of your legs a good tickling. Or maybe you’d let me give your pretty belly some raspberries, but I expect we might need Ed to hold you down for those, my darling.”

Izzy’s going to implode with the amount of self discoveries he was going through since getting home. Yes, he wants to say, please fucking do that. The gentle attention felt lovely, like when Stede played with his hair, or Ed mindlessly used his fingers as a fidget. He could see why Ed always seemed to beg for it. He has a plan hatching in his mind, a game to play with them both another time. He wonders if Ed would be up for some giggly revenge on Stede.  

He blinks sweetly up at them both, smiling with only a touch of leftover shyness. 

“Do your worst.”

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 3

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 611

Summary: While the club puts together a plan, you have a small chat with Nestor.

Warnings: None

A/N: This part is just a filler, sorry if that’s disappointing! Action coming soon! 💥

Part 1

Part 2

Taglist

Masterlist

Gif is not mine. Credit to owner

EZ jumped off his bike, you did the same and before you knew it he was storming towards the clubhouse. You were barely able to keep up with his pace. Thankfully, he stopped for you at the door. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise. Until then I can’t risk leaving you alone—“

“Want me to stay with Felipe? Or do you want one of the guys watching me when you’re not around?” You assumed those were your options and that was more than fine with you. You were not comfortable being alone after that and had intentions to have this conversation anyways.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to stay by yourself again. It was such a terrifying and traumatic experience, being kidnapped and manhandled in the worse way possible to put it lightly was enough to have you scared of what could happen if the Burning Souls managed to grab you again. Especially knowing they’re after the club and revel in attacking the club’s loved ones.

“Neither. I want you with me. Those bastards aren’t taking you ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. You should have known that would have been his response but it took you by surprise anyway.

EZ ushered you into the clubhouse. The guys were doing the usual — drinking, playing cards, playing pool, telling jokes and talking about past memories. All that came to a halt when the Vice President bellowed, “Templo. Now!” He didn’t wait for response, angrily entering their meeting room and taking a seat at the table. Everyone looked at you for a clue or something so they could understand Ezekiel’s anger. When their eyes landed on you, they immediately understood and hurried to their seats.

You could tell in the way they moved and how their expressions changed — they were pissed too.

You took a seat at the bar once the room emptied.

Of course, Nestor watched the whole thing go down but he was more concerned with reading your body language. Nestor slid you a water. He figured after all you just went through you needed to hydrate.

The glass clinking on the bar top caught your attention. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten about Nestor still being in the room. You eyed the glass of clear liquid. “I’m not really in the mood for alcohol.” You slid the glass back to him and he shook his head.

“It’s water. You look dehydrated. Trust me I know the look.” He slid the glass to you once more. You studied Nestor. Despite it being months since his prospecting began, it still felt weird to you seeing him in a kutte instead of a fancy outfit or suit.

“I know you’ve seen a lot of shit. So tell me, what would you be doing if you weren’t here?” You attempted to take your mind off the matter at hand plus you enjoyed Nestor’s company, despite the club’s opinion and feelings. You genuinely didn’t understand the tension between them and Nestor.

“You’re right. I have seen a lot of shit. So have you. So has everyone in this town.” Nestor paused, the wheels turning in his head. He could tell he could trust you; hell, he already did. “Literally anything else.” He cracked a smile. You couldn’t help but notice he had a nice smile, made him look relaxed. You chuckled at his little joke.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You nodded in agreement.

It was that moment that the club came flooding into the room. A thickness filled the room. You knew they had a plan, a brutal and bloody plan.

General Taglist: @kmc1989

EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

[starryeyedadmirer]

NSFW HEADCANONS: Tyler Posey

(Bottom Tyler)

!!Before you read!! — So, I originally came across these exact questions while scrolling through a GVF fan account… back when I was still Ellistheadmirer. I don’t have the link to the original post anymore… but, PLEASE, if any of you know the post that I’m talking about, and are able to find it, let me know so that I can give proper credit!!!

!!!THIS IS PURELY BASED ON AN IMAGINARY CHARACTER THAT I HAVE IN MY HEAD, NOT REAL LIFE!!! I’M NOT ARGUING OR DEBATING WITH ANYONE ABOUT ANYTHING I’VE WRITTEN!!!

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

After sex, Tyler’s a cuddly little puppy. All he wants to do is feel you next to him as his body cools off — skin to skin. With labored breath and closed eyes, he clings to you as though his life depends on it… sharing your air, bathing in your sweat, and listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat… until his nervous system is settled again. Once he’s back to normal, there’s no telling what he’ll do. Sometimes, he gets really hungry, and goes to grab a bite to eat… sometimes he gets tired… sometimes he gets all mushy, and won’t shut up about his feelings and dreams. At that point, It’s a real tossup.

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

As juvenile as it may sound, Tyler’s favorite body part is his cock. He’s obsessed with it! The way it looks, the way it smells, it’s size, it’s curve. Give him a chance to talk about it, and he won’t shut up. He’s just… such a guy.

His favorite part of your body is probably… your cock, too. He really does have a cock problem. It’s insane!

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

Tyler likes to play with cum. Whether it’s your seed, or his seed… it doesn’t really matter to him. He never wants you to shoot your load inside of him… not unless he’s in a particular mood for breeding. Most times, he wants you to cover his face, aim for his mouth, or paint his back and stomach. He’ll gargle cum like toothpaste, swish it around on his tongue, twirl it between his fingers, rub it into his skin, put it in his hair… et cetera, et cetera. When it comes to Tyler and cum, the possibilities are endless.

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

Tyler likes to be called “Pup” during sex… or anything vaguely dog/wolf-related. Something about it just… gets him there. Sometimes, when he’s really into it, he’ll even make a howling noise.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? In they know what they're doing?)

Tyler is very experienced… but he’s still a little messy, when it comes to the way he does things. He’s had plenty of sexual partners in the past, and he’s very well-acquainted with the palms of his hands… but, despite the fact that he’s had more sexual encounters than you… and everyone else you know… he’s still got a lot to learn. To keep it short, Tyler is very greedy about his pleasure — even though he doesn’t mean to be — and, even worse, he’s not all that good at reciprocating. Though he outranks you in quantity, you often have to help him out… in the quality department.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It may be too obvious, but Tyler loves doggy-style. Somehow, you always hit the right spot, when you do him from behind. The faster and harder, the better.

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

I mean, it’s Tyler we’re talking about. He’s always laughing during sex… but that doesn’t make sleeping with him any less enjoyable. Things happen. Sometimes, certain sensations don’t feel like we expect them to… somebody slips out of position… a funny smell catches us off guard… or something produces a weird sound. Laughing makes those situations so much easier to get through. Who wants to be all serious and stoned-faced in bed, anyway?

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

Tyler is bushy mess, everywhere. If you let him tell it, he’s an avid man-scaper… but, in reality, when it comes to grooming himself, he does the bare minimum. He hardly shaves his body, and he rarely showers for longer than five minutes. As long as he doesn’t smell too funky down there, Tyler’s fine with his presentation… and there’s just something about it that makes you even crazier about him than you already are. At his heart, he’s an animal… and the outward manifestation of that is so sexy to you. He’s your little wolf-man.

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

Tyler isn’t too romantic in the moment. Like… yeah, the energy is there, and the vibe is right… but he’s not one of those guys who gets super romantic, before or during sex. Love and lust are two separate things. When Tyler wants to fuck, he wants to fuck. There’s nothing else on his mind… least of all, romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tyler jacks off a lot… almost to a chronic extent. It’s like he needs to cum in order to function… because, if he doesn’t cum at least three times a day, he gets all cranky and irritable. Give him five minutes alone, and he’ll jump at the opportunity to masturbate. He’s been trying to break the habit… but he hasn’t quite kicked it yet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Tyler has a MASSIVE daddy/mommy kink. Something about a dominant older figure, who has their shit together, a ton of money sitting in their bank account, a cold streak, and a burning desire to take care of him drives Tyler up the wall. More than anything, he wants to get pegged hard by a dominant older lady… but, as far as making the arrangements for that kind of thing goes, he’s still working through negotiations with you. Maybe he’s got unresolved issues with his own parents. Maybe he’s just a freak. Whatever the cause, he’s got it bad.

He may be into puppy-play as well… but, he hasn’t made any strides to explore that kink just yet.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tyler really likes to do it on the floor. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, den, patio… tile, carpet, hardwood, cement… it’s all the same to him.

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

Tyler is one super horny bastard. The main driving force behind his constant need to have sex is his awful masturbation habit… which he’s trying to curve. He’d much rather cum after a nice, hard pounding than he would by simply jerking himself off. It’s far more fulfilling, having you inside him.

Apart from that, he really likes it when you get snippy with him… when you’ve got an attitude, and treat him like he’s nothing more than a nuisance. For some reason, that gets him all hot and bothered.

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

It goes without saying, but Tyler would never do anything that would cause either of you any pain. No spanking, hard bondage, or any kind of asphyxiation. Along with that, he’d never do anything super gross or depraved. You can fill in the blanks there. He’s also super squeamish about foot-stuff.

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

Tyler prefers receiving head over giving it… by far! He could lay back and watch you suck him off forever, if that were a plausible scenario. He doesn’t mind getting a nice rimjob, here and there, either… though, those drive him a little bit too crazy. Needless to say, reciprocity isn’t his strong suit. Either way it goes, he’s not very skilled at giving head or eating ass. He’s always too aggressive and toothy, when he should take things slow. Fast doesn’t always equate to being pleasurable… and, sometimes, it just downright hurts! For some reason or another, you end up having to coach him through his reciprocation… and that’s not gratifying at all.

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

Tyler is a fast and rough kind of guy. As wild as it is, he just wants to be fucked senseless — within an inch of his life… until his legs go numb… hard enough to rip him open… so bad that he can’t form a straight thought. Slow and steady doesn’t always win the race… not when it comes to bedding him.

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

Tyler’s always down for a good quickie. As long as he gets his rocks off, he’s good… and if you can do it quickly and efficiently, that only makes it better! A speedy blowjob, a sloppy ass-licking, a minute-long handy, or a fast fuck. He’s down for anything, if it’s quick!

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

Tyler’s always down to experiment, in the moment… but, not everything sticks. So many times, you’ve introduced him to new positions and sensations… and, so many times, he’s given you an underwhelming reception. For example, he’s not too fond of having his toes licked… and he hates it when you put his legs up in the air… but, it’s all just trial and error. When it comes to taking risks, he’s fairly reasonable about the things that he likes to do. Like… he’ll never let you fuck him in public spaces — full-on — but he’s not opposed to getting fingered in a movie theater, or being jerked off in a restaurant bathroom.

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

Tyler can take a good wrecking. Even when things get a little too rough, he can go for about three or four rounds before he’s too sore to continue. He’s one greedy bottom. Really, it’s just about how well you can keep up with him… and, you usually tap out after round three.

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

Tyler doesn’t own any toys… at all. Not even any doggy toys. To keep it short, he never really got into using toys, to begin with… and he’s not all that interested in starting now. He’s always had two hands, that work well, and cost him nothing. Why reinvent the wheel?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tyler likes to tease… but, not during sex. In the moment, he’s as direct and intentional about his wants as he can possibly be. No beating around the bush, no teasing. Just pure, raw lovemaking. Of course, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a sense of humor during sex… it’s just that he doesn’t like all the extra teasing. Before you put it in him, he’s down for the fun and games… but, once you’re in, it’s time to get to work — strictly business.

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

Tyler is loud during sex. Unabashedly verbal. He cries and moans, and makes beastly noises… sounds that you’ve never heard any person make before. It’s the verbal expression of his pleasure that makes your sex all the more gratifying, for both of you. The louder he gets, the more aggressive you become… and, the more aggressive you become, the more he cries out.

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

Tyler keeps a cum-sock hidden away in one of the drawers of his nightstand… and old, hard, smelly sock. It’s like a good-luck charm, of sorts. Some people have lucky pendants, or rabbit’s feet… and Tyler has his sock.

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

Underneath his clothes, Tyler’s a pretty average guy. Not too lanky and lean — as far as his build is concerned — but not too soft. Below the waist, he’s working with about five inches of pure manhood… and a big bush that engulfs it at its base. His ass is nice and juicy too, even if it isn’t much of a bubble. He’s got at least a dozen tattoos… all of which you find to be eyesores… and, apart from his pubes and ass hair, he’s not too shaggy.

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

Tyler’s sex drive is pretty high. He craves it a lot… mostly when he’s feeling bored or restless, or when he wants to clear his head. Just like masturbation, sex is like a compulsion to him — the undying urge to have something up his ass, or just cum. His body just… wants it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It usually takes Tyler about five minutes to nod off, after such vigorous activities. Yeah, he likes his sex hard and fast… but he falls asleep just as quick. After taking the pounding that you give it, he really does need his sleep. Without that rest, he’d never recover.

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[lizziecanrailme]

Drowning

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: You’re by Wanda’s side as she grieves for her brother.

Warning: mild character death | grieving | hurt/comfort | No powers AU

A/N: The title is inspired by the song below, I recommend listening to it :)

—✦—

Wanda couldn’t believe it.

She didn’t want to, he’s not dead.

He couldn’t be, she just checked on him a few hours ago.

So why did she get called from the hospital, claiming that he died?

She couldn’t even cry at that second from the shock. The thoughts in her head were jumbled and confusing. Pietro dead? How? Why? Why wasn’t I there? Why?

“I’m sorry to inform you ma’am, that Pietro Maximoff is dead.”

Their parents died a long time ago, pietro was her only family left. It was silent, until loud and uncontrollable sobs filled the room.

—✦—

You were concerned, wanda hasn’t called or texted you since two days ago. If she wasn’t well she’d at least send a short text.

You grabbed the car keys from off the counter and made your way to the door. Leaving to outside and quickly locked the door. It didn’t take that much time to get to her apartment, it was only a few blocks away.

Luckily she gave you a key to her apartment, in case of emergency. You scrambled to unlock the door, frustrated when it wouldn’t unlock. You busted into the complex, almost not closing the door in your hurry.

“Wanda!” you called out, you only heard a sniffle in return. You walked to the her bedroom, the door was wide open. It gave you a clear view of her, and it was heart wrenching.

Wanda was laid in her bed, hair tangled, black circles under her eyes, tear stained cheeks. When she saw you come in she didn’t move a muscle.

“Oh Wanda” you sighed as you sat on the side of her bed. Your hand rested on the bed before moving to her arm. You could see her lip quivering, you wondered what happened to make her so broken.

It’s almost like she read your mind, “Pietro..” she muttered. Tears quickly fell down her face, whimpers making their way through. You frowned, “he’s dead” she said through light sobs.

Your face fell into a shocked and mortified expression. Wanda’s light sobs turned into heavy ones, that and the devastating news made you want to sob with her. No, you had to stay strong for her.

You laid next to her and pulled her to your chest. The tears soaked your shirt but you didn’t care, she was more important. She cried for what seemed like hours, until she couldn’t cry anymore.

—✦—

The morning didn’t come quick for Wanda. It was slow and agonizing, her brother’s death fresh on her mind. She felt guilty, guilty that she couldn’t protect him. They promised that they’d protect each other.

She now realized that she’ll never see him again. His smile, his laugh, his pranks, his corny jokes. She’ll never experience it ever again.

It was so overwhelming, it was almost like she was drowning. The water pressure pushing on her chest, oxygen running out. She didn’t realize you woke up until she heard you lightly groan.

She continued to cling on you, she didn’t want to let go. “Good morning wands” you rasped with a small smile. She tried to smile back but it didn’t reach your eyes, it was more of a grimace. “Good morning” she simply replied, your mood didn’t drop. You couldn’t expect her to be happy, especially after last night.

“I’ll make breakfast” you said while sitting up. You felt her hold you tighter, as if saying don’t leave me. You didn’t deny her, you laid back down on the bed. You stared down at her, watching as she stared at any object she could see. “Go to sleep wanda” you whispered softly, she looked at you with hesitation. You looked at her with certainty.

From those 2 nights of no sleep, she actually felt tired. She wouldn’t be able to get her brother’s death out of her head. Maybe she’ll never accept it, maybe she’ll imagine he’s still here.

But she couldn’t do that, it was sad really. She has no family anymore, but at least she has you. Someone who cares about her, the last person to care about her.

—✦—

[dootznbootz]

Hey you might’ve said something on this before, what are your thoughts on Odysseus staying on circes Island for a whole year?

Behold! What I consider to be my greatest achievement!

(It's in my bio but I'll make it bigger. I need this to be seen lol)

If you mean for fic stuff, that's something different lol

The Odyssey only explicitly says that Circe and Odysseus have sex only ONCE. That's what I'm going with. There's a reason why she only wants him once and it's not because of him. To not spoil, she basically sees mortals as really gross but extremely fascinated and endeared to them.

She's huge into studying the behaviors of animals and humans. Honestly that whole "gain trust" was just a ploy as she heard from Hermes about his weird great grandson "who only craves one drink" (AKA Water Wife) and she wants to "Study" him. He's also a fucking pretty boy lol

There's more to it but I gotta keep some secrets.

She takes on the form of Penelope when she realizes her "subject of study" isn't applying himself to her "experiment". (not gonna write out how she takes on the form because it's long but know she does)

Once Odysseus wakes up, he realizes that wasn't "his Penelope" at all and is basically shellshocked until his men get turned back and he just breaks down.

After that he absolutely avoids her. at least avoids being one on one with her. He's terrified of her. He doesn't want that to happen again.

She's intrigued by his behavior not only because of how he treated "Penelope" but also "why are you scared of me? What did I do?"

Idk Snippet:

"My lady, are you not going to help him?" "He didn't ask me so I shall not do anything. If he wants something he needs to ask." Circe looked down on the water, into the light rippling upon it. Helios' child privilege She watched as he ran off into a nook of the room where the men all slept, frantically pulling off his tunic. He felt around his shoulder where she had just touched him, patting at it as though he was looking for a wound. (she did not grab too hard, did she?) He breathed hard, both hands reaching up to clutch the opposite shoulder as he bent forward and shook some more. Circe tilted her head. "I've never seen a man act like this before… I mean he knows I will not harm him. Why does he avoid me?"

Yes, he still dances and feasts with his men but he has nightmares about "wrong Penelope" and also is just walking on eggshells all the time.

When his men finally ask him to leave, he also definitely does but...He wants to go on his own to see her. He doesn't want to have another "exchange" in order to leave. He'll walk to Circe's door, freeze, only to turn around and be like "I'll wait until she's in a good mood."

Eventually Polites and Eurylochus find out he hasn't even TRIED to ask her and get frustrated and while they're understanding, they're also fed up.

For Circe, it's like a comparison of idk, watching a little hamster in a hamster cage and the hamster is terrified of you. Anytime you open the door and reach your hand in (aka try to talk to him), he freezes and lets you pet him a little but scared out of his little mind. You wanna see if he wants to come to the door but nope, he just runs away from you. As soon as she closes the cage after petting him, little dude goes to hide and cry in his little plastic dome lol. Circe's also observing him the entire time and studying him in a way.

She's also very much doing a "fine. I won't do anything unless you ASK. Where's the bravery you are so well-known for, Sacker of Troy?"

I wanna play with the idea of his guilt and shame in how it wasn't like Calypso where he literally couldn't move and became her doll essentially. He still consented to Circe but wasn't enthusiastic until she was "Penelope". And he should've known it was all wrong. but magic and herbs muddles the mind.

He has more trauma from Calypso clearly but so much shame from Circe. He also constantly wants to make sure Penelope is the REAL Penelope when he comes home. asking her specific questions and stuff.

Another half-assed Snippet of wip:

“And because of how you treated he-me,” Penelope corrected, stroking his cheek. “Because of how you treated me, she turned our men back to humans?” He nodded blankly, his beard rubbing against her legs with the motion.  His face twisted up as a sob wrenched out. “It was never for her!” Penelope kept her hand still against his cheek. She blinked back her own tears. “Odysseus, you didn’t know. She took-” “I still gave!” “To me!” Penelope cried.  Odysseus blinked and lifted his head to look at her. “You thought you were with me. You gave to me.” Penelope took a deep and shaky breath, and held his gaze. “Odysseus, the Sorceress had to appear as me to even get you to do as she wished. Not only that but addled your mind with whatever that... dust was, yes?”  She traced along the beautiful silver hairs that rested on his temples, watching as his thoughts raced just underneath. She guided his gaze back to herself. “She used your adoration for me against you. Are you ashamed of how you feel for me?”

I want to make it clear that while what Circe did is bad, it's not what happened to Calypso. It's very fucking clear that he does not love Circe or "just wanted to get laid until his men spoke up." but she's morally gray in her own way.

[galaxywhump]

wasn't sure since it didn't seem like you'd written anything in a bit and i didn't want to just put you on the spot! so we've seen wren experience panic/triggering from pre daniel trauma and daniel's reactions to that. i'd be interested to see daniel's reaction to wren getting triggered/having a panic attack/flashbacks from something daniel has done to him (whipping, breaking his fingers, stabbing through his hands)

Took me a while (what else is new), but here you go!

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contents: forced relationship whump, slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, trauma, flashbacks, panic attack, creepy comfort, referenced: broken fingers, whipping, cutting.

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Wren has gone through so much pain since he was captured; torture has become just a fact in his life, something Daniel loves too much to let it go. 

The regular torture methods he has gotten used to. They hurt regardless, but he's used to the sight of the whip or Daniel's favorite knife, and the way they bite into his flesh.

But then there are the others, the ones that have only happened once, in circumstances he'd rather not relive. The more time passes, the fuzzier the memories become - but the memory of the pain becomes exaggerated, and when he catches himself thinking back to it against his will, all he remembers is agony.

But all of that is behind him, hopefully. He's learned to block it from his memory - until now.

"Give me a break."

It's just a movie. They're sitting on the couch, Daniel's arm wrapped around Wren, holding him close, and they're watching a movie together. It means over an hour of relative silence between the two of them, since Wren's not in the mood for commenting on what's happening on the screen. He was relieved to hear that this was the plan for the day, that Daniel wanted to relax too.

Then he hears the words. They're just words, just that one common word that he's heard again and again here, but this is different, and it takes him back, like he's been punched in the face and sent flying backwards into the past, but then ended up here again, on the couch, in Daniel's casual embrace.

"You're breaking my heart."

His hands are trembling, fingers stiff; he's scared to move them, expecting agony accompanying a nauseating crack. He can hear it so clearly, one after another, and he can hear something else, laughter, so much laughter, Daniel's and Berkeley's, laughing at him as he sobbed into the couch, unable to resist while his fingers were getting broken one by one.

He jolts in place when someone grabs his hand, he can already feel the pain even though nothing has happened yet, tears gather in his eyes and trickle down his face, and he can barely breathe.

"No!" he cries out, wrenching his hand free and backing away, scrambling to the end of the couch, his breathing quick and shallow. Breaking echoes in his head, the word said in Berkeley's voice and the sickening sound reverberating from his fingers, which hurt so much.

"Hey."

Daniel's voice. It's different, there's genuine worry where there used to be sadistic satisfaction, and yet it's nowhere near soothing, it never is. He shakes his head, curling up, holding his hands close to his chest.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Daniel frowns, moving closer and reaching towards Wren, not stopping when he flinches away. 

"N-no," Wren chokes out when Daniel grabs his arm, but he can't free himself, it wouldn't change anything, he was only punished even more harshly for trying to run. "Stay away, d-don't-"

"I'm not doing anything. Did the movie remind you of something? Whatever it was, it's okay now. You're here, and you're safe with me."

"You did that to me!" Wren curls up more to protect his hands, terror only increased by hopelessness, because if Daniel really wants to repeat that torture, there's nothing that can change his mind.

"Did what?" Daniel tightens his grip on Wren's arm, looking him up and down, and realization finally seems to dawn on him when he notices the way Wren's hiding his hands from him. "Oh. You mean breaking your fingers?"

Wren shivers and doesn't respond, but Daniel doesn't seem to need his confirmation.

"Oh, sweetheart…" Wren can't back off any further and has no choice but to let Daniel pull him closer and wrap one arm around him again; Daniel doesn't let go when he feels Wren tense up, his breathing still strained. "That was ages ago, and I promise it was a one-time thing. I'll never do that to you again."

Wren exhales, doing his best to calm down, but Daniel being so close is anything but calming, and then he whimpers and tries to pull back when Daniel gently takes his hands.

"No…"

"Shh. It's okay. I won't hurt you like that again." Daniel squeezes his hands and smiles.

"You're still hurting me," Wren whispers, his voice shaky.

"I know, but there are things I won't do, again or at all. That is one of them."

And yet Wren's breath catches in his throat when Daniel takes hold of his fingers and curls them slightly.

"Relax, sweetheart. I won't do anything."

"Then let go."

"Just trust me." Daniel leans his head against Wren's. "We'll finish the movie some other time, okay? Or we can watch something else. For now just try to calm down."

It's hard when Daniel continues playing with Wren's fingers, squeezing his hands from time to time, knowing well that it’s counterproductive to his goal of making Wren calm down, but choosing to do it anyway. Not hurting him, just reminding him that he can, at any moment, whenever he pleases, while Wren can do nothing but follow his suggestion and do his best not to reminisce about that nightmare any longer.

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[peaceisadirtyword]

Pull the Trigger VI (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello! This was one of the hardest chapters I’ve ever written because of a personal experience that still haunts me until today. It has conditioned my way of socialising and it has prevented me from doing many things, and it’s something I’ll carry for the rest of my life. Unfortunately this is way more common than we’d ever think, and sometimes it’s very obvious but it can also go unnoticed. It’s not my intention by any means to romanticise this kind of situations, as it’s a nightmare I wish no one had to live. Most of the times we don’t have someone to protect us like they do in this fic, it’s a shame but it’s also a reality and I think we as a society don’t do enough to stop these kind of situations from happening. We need to let the victims speak, empathise with them and punish the perpetrators. And learn that no means no, and that when there’s not a yes it’s also no, and when the other person tries to escape it’s also no, and that it’s also a no when they’re under the influence of alcohol, drugs or under compulsion. In one word: consent. 

This said, even if it’s just a very small part of what I have to say, I hope you like this chapter. Thank you so much for reading and for all of the nice comments♥️ You guys rock. 

Warnings: +18! this chapter contains a scene that includes sexual assault, alcohol consumption, drugging and non-consent, please do not read if this is a triggering subject for you, I tried to make it as short and undetailed as possible, but it’s still a very sensitive topic. As a victim of SA myself I completely understand if it’s too much. Please take care and be safe. In case you suffer an attack like this please  go to the hospital as soon as possible, I won’t tell you whether you should talk about it or not because that’s very personal and no one should tell you what to do when you’re a victim. You are not alone and it’s not your fault♥️ please be safe and take care of your loved ones🫶🏼

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“I can’t believe you are leaving me alone for a man again” you pouted while stepping out of the shower, Thora smiled softly at you through the bathroom mirror. She had a pair of tweezers on her hands and scrutinised her own reflection, looking for the little hairs under her eyebrow that had escaped.

“You’ll be fine, Ingrid is going with you” she chuckled “Do you want to borrow my silver purse? It goes very well with the blue dress”

Your eyes lightened up at that. You loved that purse.

“You’re trying to bribe me with a purse?”

“I’m not trying, I’m bribing you with a purse” she smirked “Besides, I’m in a very good mood today”

You started drying your hair with the towel, glancing at her curiously.

“How so?“

Thora’s face lightened up with a smile when she looked at you, almost like she had been waiting to tell you for days.

“Hvitserk is cooking dinner for me”

You rolled your eyes.

“So he’s doing the bare minimum, good for him, what does he want in exchange?”

“I’m going to ignore that because I’m in a very good mood” she repeated “He’s cooking for me at his house, he says we need to talk”

You widened your eyes.

“I think he might want to be exclusive” Thora continued, giggling.

“What? He probably does that with every single girl he meets, Thora!“ you groaned, and her smile faltered “Look, I want you to be happy, but do you think you can be happy with someone that is always on the magazine covers because he fucks every single person he can?”

Thora sighed, grabbing her makeup and turning to the mirror again.

“I know what you think of him, Y/N, but you don’t know him like I do” she pressed her lips together “And if Hvitserk asks me to be his girlfriend tonight I will say yes, because I really like him, and if he turns up to be a fucking idiot that is only playing with me, then I will come to you so you can tell me ‘I told you’ with a condescending tone and I will let you take care of me, because I know you will because you’re my best friend”

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling guilty for having yelled at her. You had tried your best to try and like the Lothbroks, for her sake, but the mere thought of those privileged, cocky, handsome bastards, especially the one with those piercing blue eyes that wouldn’t leave your mind, made your blood boil. You hated that every single person just succumbed to their charms, ignoring the obvious red flags of their family.

“Okay” you sighed, making Thora smile a bit “But if he breaks your heart I will follow him until the end of the world, I will kill him and I will feed him to stray dogs”

Thora laughed then, shaking her head as she moved to hug you tightly.

“And I will join you in your anti-Lothbrok campaign” she promised with a giggle.

“Anyway” you finally stepped back “I better get dressed or I’ll be late”

Thora watched you grab your makeup bag and open the door to leave the bathroom.

“Hey” she said just when you were stepping out, making you look back with a small smile “If anything happens when you’re at Erik’s place… Please call me, okay? I know Ingrid will be there but please if you need something call me”

“Don’t tell me you believe the rumours, Thora” you groaned “Why do you listen to them more than to me?”

“No, just… Just call me, okay?”

You sighed, nodding.

“Fine, I will”

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Erik's place was not far from your own, a two-storey house he shared with another guy. It was already full of people when you arrived with an excited Ingrid following you, talking about how nice it was that both of her best friends had nice boyfriends that always invited her to places. You recognized some people from university, but most of the guys that were there you had no idea of who they were. Some of them had a weird vibe around them that immediately threw you off. The worst part was finding Erik with a bunch of them, drinking and laughing loudly while they played pool.

“It's nice to see you, beautiful" Erik leant in again to kiss you but you put your cheek instead with a forced smile. You had been a bit uneasy about this party since you got invited, and for some reason seeing the company he had there only made you turn around and leave.

Besides, Thora's news about Hvitserk maybe wanting to make it official only put a weird weight on your stomach.

“Hi" you greeted him, trying to move away from him as Erik kept his arms around you, finding your rejection amusing. Ingrid bit her lip and looked around, visibly uncomfortable, and grabbed your arm as soon as you were free from his grip.

“I thought you'd never come, would you like some drinks, ladies?" he smirked at the both of you and you nodded slowly, knowing you needed alcohol to deal with all of that. Ingrid looked around trying to find a familiar face, and sighed in relief when she spotted two girls she knew.

“I'll be right back" Erik winked at you, and Ingrid quickly reassured him that she didn't need a drink, for she had found two friends and would go say hello on her way to grab a less strong drink. Her last phrase was said with her eyes fixed on the glass Erik had on his hand, which was pure alcohol.

As soon as the two of them left, you looked around again, feeling more and more uneasy with every single look people casted your way. The group of guys Erik was talking to looked older. One of them, the tallest one, was blonde and had a weird tattoo on his cheek, his hair was long and greasy and his beard was badly maintained, with it having bald patches. His clothes were in a better shape, though you hoped he washed it more than he did himself. Around him, his gang was no better- all of them had ugly tattoos and looked as mean and cruel as him. It nearly made you shiver when he looked you up and down, and you almost groaned in relief when Erik came back with a full glass of alcohol for you.

“Don't mind them" he chuckled, shaking his head “They're old friends of my dad, they're like family to me but they were leaving already" he shook his head. Almost like they had heard him, the blonde man stood up and walked towards the exit, not before casting a last look at Erik. Waving them goodbye, he let his arm fall on your shoulders as soon as you had grabbed your own glass.

“They don't exactly look like someone people would like to party with" you muttered. Erik laughed.

“You're right, I guess!" he was maybe too cheerful, and that made you raise an eyebrow before thinking it could be the alcohol “Aren't you going to try your drink? It's one of my father's best whiskeys... But don't tell anyone, I'm afraid I don't have enough whiskey for all of them"

You sniffed the liquid before wrinkling your nose.

“A bit strong, isn't it?"

“Yeah, that's what makes it good" he chuckled again.

Finally gaining enough courage to take a sip, you started coughing almost immediately. Maybe you didn't know how to appreciate a good glass of whiskey, but that was probably the worst drink you had ever tried.

“Come on, I thought you were a girl that could handle her alcohol!" Erik seemed very amused by your struggling, and you had to try your best to avoid glaring at him or emptying the cup on his face.

But, on second thoughts, strong alcohol was exactly what you needed if you were to stand his repulsive behaviour for the entire night.

Taking a bigger sip, you ignored Erik's laughs and looked around the room for Ingrid, who was nowhere to be found, and cursed when you realised you didn't know anyone close to you that could give you a break from Erik's insistence.

Almost an hour and a few more sips later, your head started feeling a bit more light. Closing your eyes and rubbing them carefully not to ruin your makeup, you realised Erik had stopped laughing, and his hands were now roaming down your body.

“Hey" you slapped his hand away when he was approaching your ass, pressing your lips together “Who said you have permission to touch?"

He giggled, not really impressed by what you thought was a scolding tone.

“Where's your friend?" he kissed your cheek “The one so close to the Lothbroks? I thought you'd bring her, did she ditch you to go and fuck Hvitserk again?"

“Thora?" you frowned, a bit confused because it was the first time Erik had shown any interest in her “I don't know" you lied “She just said she couldn't come, I didn't really ask, she's old enough to do so... Hey, can you stop that? We're in the middle of a room with other people here, it's not polite to just start... Touching people in public like that"

Again, he looked amused, but you were about to reach the point of slapping him across his face.

“We can go somewhere more private, if you'd prefer..."

“No, I just need some air" you said softly, feeling a bit more light-headed every minute that passed.

“Sure" he smiled softly at you “I know somewhere we can get some air, come on"

Before you could react, he pushed you towards the stairs, grabbing your hand to pull you upstairs, away from the noise, the heat and the people. A bit confused, you followed him not really knowing where he intended to go. Something inside you was screaming to run back downstairs, find Ingrid and leave that house that made you so uneasy, but you were feeling a bit more tired than you would usually be having drank only half a glass of alcohol, and you thought a bit of air would do you good.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we went outside?” you muttered, looking back down the stairs. Your mouth felt weird, almost like you couldn’t pronounce the words properly “To get air”

“No, there will be too many people at the door” he chuckled “Come on, don’t you trust me?”

You didn’t reply, frowning when your head started feeling lighter. You definitely hadn’t drank enough to feel like that.

Erik opened a door and pushed you in. A bit confused, you looked around, but before you could say anything you heard him closing the door.

It was a bedroom. At that moment, you couldn’t really tell whether it was Erik’s bedroom or not nor you noticed any detail that could give you a clue of why he had brought you there.

“This is not a balcony” you managed to mumble before trying to open the door again. Erik laughed again, stopping you and pushing you back almost making you lose your balance.

“Come on” he grabbed your wrists, making sure you were completely still before kissing you. Shocked, you couldn’t register what was happening as your brain seemed to be way slower. It was almost like you had a fog on your eyes, but you could feel his lips against yours and his hands roaming up and down your body. You didn’t like it. You didn’t want him touching you. You didn’t give him permission to touch you like that.

He took advantage of your hesitation to push you towards the bed. You made a couple of weak attempts to free yourself from his grip, but every time you tried to move any part of your body it felt like you had a cement block attached to it. You remembered one of your first university parties, when you got so wasted you and Ingrid slept in the campus turf because you couldn’t even walk.

But that time you had drunk for hours straight.

“Wait” you managed to say, closing your eyes tightly. The light of the room hurt your eyes “Stop”

Erik didn’t reply, or if he did you didn’t hear it. He kept kissing down your neck, grabbing your dress to put it up. The moment his cold hand touched your leg under the dress you whimpered in discomfort, and wiggled your body to make him stop touching you.

“Stop” you repeated. Erik only tightened his grip around your wrists when you tried to push him away again “No” you almost begged when his hand reached between your legs.

You stayed still, trying to clear your mind from that stupid fog that clouded everything, but only when he let one of your arms go to unbuckle his trousers did you push him aside. Erik lost his balance and fell, cursing out loud. You stood up as quickly as you could, barely escaping his arms when he tried to catch you. You found the door, opening it with the last bit of strength you had. And ran down the hallway towards the stairs.

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Thora looked around, amazed. The entire Lothbrok’s living room had changed, only one corner of the table was set, but there were candles, flowers and the smell of food and wine made her mouth water. Hvitserk looked very sexy in an apron, much more than she had ever thought. The only downside? Hvitserk’s brothers hanging out in the kitchen and eating part of the dinner.

Her smile didn’t falter, though, Hvitserk looked pretty nervous and their presence calmed him down, even though he acted like he was very annoyed.

Her phone vibrated, and she looked away from Ubbe, who was telling a story from the office, to check her screen. Her frown was what grabbed the boy’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Hvitserk’s hand on her lower back made her smile again instantly.

“Yes, I think so” after glancing back at the screen again, she locked the phone and left it on the counter, picking up her wine glass again “It’s just Ingrid, apparently Y/N doesn’t reply to her messages and she just sent one on the group chat. She does that sometimes, reads the messages and forgets to reply so we have to send her multiple messages so she sees the notifications and replies” she explained quickly “They’re at a party together, but she’s probably talking to someone and didn’t check her phone”

“Talking? Probably spreading hate towards us” Ivar opened his mouth for the first time since he arrived. Thora pressed her lips together. She felt the need to defend her friend, but Ivar still intimidated her.

“Not us, brother, probably just you” Hvitserk giggled.

“Alfred told me you made her upset the other day in class” Ubbe glanced at his youngest brother with a stern face.  

“Yes, well, she insulted me” he scoffed “He insulted Hvitserk and our family, she’s been doing that for a while now and someone had to make her stop”

Thora opened her mouth. Ivar’s eyes fixed on her, almost defying her to say something.

“I like her, to be honest” Hvitserk shrugged, refilling his wine glass “She’s not afraid of you, she’s not lining up to lick our ass like half of this damned city, she has some courage”.

“Y/N is very… Passionate, she has strong principles” Thora smiled at him “She doesn’t actually hate any of you, she’s just taking care of me, she’s very protective and loyal, she’s an amazing friend and if you give her a chance you’ll see it”.

“If she gives us a chance, you mean” Ivar rolled his eyes “She thinks she knows us after reading four articles in magazines, she’s done nothing but judge us”

Sigurd chuckled then, shaking his head.

“She might not be so wrong about you, brother”

Ivar hummed, and the glare he threw his brother's way made Thora shiver.

“I guess we’ll see in the future, brother”

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and put his arm around her shoulders.

“In any case, I’d love to start again with her, why don’t you tell her to drop by for a couple of drinks after dinner? Tell Ingrid to come too, if she wants”

“Oh, I’d love to” Thora smiled “But they’re at Erik’s place, he was throwing a party and invited Y/N… After practically assaulting her in public, but in any case…”

“Wait, she went to that asshole’s party?” Ivar clenched his jaw, and Thora was startled when he left his glass on the counter very abruptly “Wow, she is stupid”

“Ivar…” Ubbe scolded him again “Leave her alone”

“Maybe Erik actually likes her” Hvitserk raised an eyebrow “He didn’t hurt her yet, did he?”

“Yet?” Thora widened her eyes.

“He doesn’t like her, he just wants to fuck her and she’s stupid enough to fall into his trap…”

“Enough, Ivar” Hvitserk interrupted him, sighing “If they are bored at that lame party tell them to come here, I’m sure Ivar would love it if he could have someone to argue with tonight”.

Ivar rolled his eyes again, and Thora smiled softly, just before her phone vibrated again.

Ingrid was calling. Immediately, her heart started beating faster. She would never call her knowing she was on a date, not unless something had happened.

She excused herself quickly, walking a few steps away from the brothers before picking up.

“Ingrid?”

“Thora” her friend gasped, almost like she just did a great effort “I need help”

“What?” she raised her voice softly, which made the boys look at her “What’s happening?”

“It’s Y/N… Look, I went upstairs looking for her because I couldn’t find her. and I didn’t see Erik either, so I went there to look for them because I had a bad feeling and… I think someone put something in her drink, she’s… Dizzy and when I found her she was leaving Erik’s bedroom, he was inside but he’s perfectly fine… I don’t know what to do, should I take her to the hospital?”

Thora froze. She left the glass on the counter as softly as she could and rubbed her eyes, probably ruining her makeup. She turned to look at Hvitserk and the panic in her eyes made him approach her with a worried frown, if she had looked at Ivar she would have seen him sitting up and looking at her with a frown.

“Y/N… She’s been drinking… Probably a spiked drink, she’s not okay I need to go there with Ingrid and take her to the hospital”

“Fuck” Hvitserk groaned “That fucking son of a bitch”

“Ingrid, I’ll be there as soon as I can, don’t leave her alone” Thora quickly locked her phone again and reached for her purse, still not knowing what to do.

“I knew it” Ivar looked furious, and then punched the wood under the counter that crackled under his fist “I’m gonna kill that fucking clown, I’m gonna…”

“Ivar” Ubbe grabbed his arm before he put whatever he had inside the pocket of his jacket out “Don’t fool around, go with Thora and Hvitserk if you want, I’ll wait here for you and I’ll call Helga, just bring her here, don’t start anything with Erik in his own house and with more people around, is that clear?”

Thora wasn’t sure Ivar had even heard him, as he was busy grabbing his crutch and taking his phone out to make a call.

“I… I can go alone, you guys don’t have to…”

“Are you kidding?” Hvitserk smiled softly at her “I wouldn’t leave my girl alone in a moment like this, now let’s go, we’ll go in my car”

Thora froze again, her face blushed and she bit her lip to hold back a smile.

“Did you just call me…?”

“Are you coming or what?” Ivar roared from the door, which startled her but also reminded her of the seriousness of the situation.

Ivar was already entering the car when they made their way outside. Hvitserk kissed Thora's temple before she climbed into one of the backseats as he made his way to the driver's seat. She could only hear Ivar's growls and heavy breathing for a few seconds, and she stared at him in shock. It was true that she always suspected Ivar having a crush on you, maybe being a bit jealous of Erik and enjoying his banter with you because you were the only one willing to throw some insults his way, but the way he had spoken to you during class -and how upset you were after it, according to Alfred- had made her think his crush wasn't that serious and that you had really gotten on his nerves. But his reaction in the kitchen when she had said what happened to you wasn't the reaction of someone who couldn't care less about what happened to you.

“Do... Do you know where Erik lives?" she asked, realising she hadn't even asked Ingrid when she had called.

“Yes, don't worry gorgeous" Hvitserk smiled at her through the rearview mirror “We've been there a couple of times"

“Okay" she took a deep breath, letting her head rest against the headrest.

It wasn't that far from the Lothbrok's house. They had been only ten minutes in the car when Hvitserk finally stopped the car in front of a house full of people, with multiple windows opened and music coming from the inside. The front door was opened and some people stood on the entrance smoking and drinking. It was only when she stepped out of the car when she spotted Ingrid.

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[write-and-buried]

Dear, beautiful writter behind the masterpiece called "Celestious navegation": I just finished chapter 6 and I am in awe, truly mesmerized and shamelessly turned on AND I have a question about this quote: "I’ll stretch you enough to take me one day". I wonder how would that happen considering your Dieter surely knows a long list of ways to pleasure someone. I wonder how it would be the preparation and actual act of @nal s*x with that hedonist of a man 🤔

Oh, oh he's absolutely perfect for it. (cw for drug use under the cut)

He's going to take it slow. His life experience works for him here, he's been on both sides of it many times and knows exactly what it takes to make it an enjoyable experience for you both.

With Lou, it probably starts with a brownie. Something that makes you loose and sweet and giggly, the tickle of his beard on your neck as you slowly sink into that huge couch together his hands warm and broad and huge across your ribs as he keeps stripping you of his clothing (that he insists you wear because he likes the way it swallows you)

He's watching you. He always functions a lot better than you do (his tolerance is higher) so he's watching for you, taking note of the way your body twists into his, the way your hips shift into his as he keeps stripping you slowly.

It's mouth first for him always. Sometimes only depending on his mood. Letting you cum on his tongue enough times until you're even more pliant, everything feeling heavy and light at once until he sinks his teeth into your thigh to bring you back to earth.

It's accidental at first. He's naturally a... Messy... Eater shall we say, so the first contact is a shock, zaps electric through your skin as he realises your reaction. Tries it again, watch your face as confusion morphs into pleasure into curiosity. That's the moment he decides it really, the look of wonder in your eyes as a new way to bring you pleasure is opened up for him.

It's his mouth first. Thumb pressing hard against your clit so you can buck into it, correlate that feeling with the sparks of pleasure that sit heavy in your chest. He drowns your senses with it, the raw feral noises he's making, the sloppy wetness of his mouth until he slips a finger inside you so easy you can't remember why it ever made you nervous.

Two brings a sting. Just enough for your brows to raise as he drags his mouth all over you, watching as he slowly scissors his fingers open, tastes around the sensitive swollen rim of you, coating his fingers in more spit while he searches for the lube you had left on the coffee table three days ago.

He'd make you cum just like that - rocking into his fingers as he kisses your stomach, making you take it from him, show him how much you want it until you're begging him for something more.

It would be easy to lie about it. Say it doesn't hurt, that you don't feel every thick inch of him as he eases himself inside you. That it's easier to focus on his curls, sticking to his forehead, the shine of his beard as he licks his lips, still chasing the taste of you he refuses to wipe from his mouth.

His thighs are heavy against the back of your own. He would press his whole body weight onto you, grab your jaw and make you look at him. Search your cock drunk face until youre relaxed, until he can feel the adjustment around him as he peppers your cheeks and eyelids with soft kisses. You can feel the tension in his shoulders though, the way it vibrates through his voice when he tells you he wants to paint how pretty your tight little ass looks stretched around his cock. The groan he lets out when you laugh is filthy, he sounds as wrecked as you feel.

He wants to watch it. Has you splay your legs, hastily shoving pillows under your hips as he spreads you wide enough to see the way he stretches you and fills you. Slow at first, waiting for the answering twitch of your hips until he speeds up, his fingers digging into your inner thighs as you watch his face, the transfixed way he doesn't notice his damp hair falling into his eyes, the sweat that's beading at his neck as he begins to just talk. It makes no sense, the filth coming from his mouth but you don't really care, his hand inching closer to touch your clit, a grin kicking his mouth when you whine and twist for him.

He'd cram his fingers in your cunt before long. Begging you for a taste as he slips his fingers in and out of you, bringing them to his mouth as you watch his lips swell.

He'd press *down* and feel himself inside you, mismatching his movements until youre brainless, babbling incoherently, half begging half screaming as you hear the wet and loose smack of his skin on yours.

He'd want you to cum like that too. Want you to clench and release and squirt all over him, feeling it drip and cover his sweaty skin until he doesn't realise hes about to lose it too, his focus so lasered in on you his body seizing with little warning. You're so close when he does, the hot and thick pulse of him inside you leaving you right on the edge as he grabs you hard enough to bruise, a hoarse swear leaving his throat.

He doesn't catch his breath, not really anyway. His hands are still shaking when he pulls out of you, pressing into your thighs to keep you open, scooping his own cum onto his fingers to taste.

"just one more for me yeah?" is all he says before proceeding to cleaning up his mess.