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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

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Ok this is very random but how do you think Ghost would deal w an s/o who is still a virgin at a very big girl age 🥴 maybe they’d be seeing each other for a while, and when things heat up and she confesses, how would he deal? Would he be honored and accept being her first or would he reject her altogether bc she is inexperienced?

(Because I’m in my 20s and safe to say on top of everything else in my life except this, I haven’t come across anyone with whom I’d like to be intimate with yet and though I try not to let it get to me, some part of me sometimes feels like a freak or like something is wrong with me)

I hope I did not cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable by sharing this, if I did I apologize and please feel free to delete this ❤️🕊️

Ghost x FVirgin!Reader Word count: 2,9 k Tags/warnigs: Mild smut, light angst, fluff, comfort, praise & size kink Summary: Reader tells Ghost they’re a virgin while things are about to go down.

A/N: Oh anon!! No boundaries crossed here at all! Your request (or at least I took it as such and got inspired to write a brief oneshot about it) was very sweet. This of course is my HC but Simon would only and only take pride in being your first. He would get a huge ego boost from this and feel absolutely privileged to hear he's worthy of such trust. I think he would want to imprint himself in your head as the best man and the best sex partner you will ever have – he would do his all to eradicate even the very thought of wanting to try others after him. Again, an ego thing, but also a desperate wish to please his partner and make them feel safe. This man screams service top to me. I think Simon has a wild side – not mean, just wild, as in he might be into rough sex and certain types of kinky stuff every now and then but only if his partner is willing. He would be very gentle and considerate (passionate as hell though), knowing you're inexperienced, he would make you feel as safe as possible and wait until you were ready and willing to explore things further. Also, I can't help but be moved by what you told me in this message. I understand where you're coming from with these "is there something wrong with me" thoughts, because gosh, I feel you! And speaking from experience… it's 110 % worth it to wait for the right person to come along! Sex can be awesome, mind-blowing, one of the best things – with the right partner. Not worth it with just whomever, imho. Stay safe and trust yourself! And I hope you like this short drabble I made for Ghost x Virgin!Reader ❤️❤️❤️ much love 😘

Simon Riley was a one of a kind man.

He put every guy on every dating app to shame, and not just with his size. He was manly, in a word, even if you never knew you wanted such an overly masculine man. At least, not until you met him.

Simon was not only sturdy and mature – he was armed with calm rage and dark humor. Just one look in his eyes told you he was not the life of the party. Actually, he was Death himself: one of those four horsemen that heralded the Apocalypse.

Perhaps unintelligibly, the same man was also extremely considerate. A true gentleman if there ever was one. He always placed you and your needs first. But underneath the calm, cynical surface you sensed fierce intensity: fire and smoke, something that screamed Danger, high voltage.

And you could not keep away. Quite the opposite, really. The combination of a wildfire and a tornado roaring upon this solid bedrock of a man was simply alluring.

Things had gone a little too far without you meaning them to. You were not a woman of one night stands, actually, you had never had a stand. But Simon changed that, too. Because now you were thinking about sleeping with him.

After years and years of waiting for someone sensible to come along, you had begun to lose hope, especially when people seemed to fuck left and right while you wanted something real.

A bedrock.

With that wildfire. Perhaps a tornado thrown in as well.

After weeks and weeks of flirting, the man asked you out, and after weeks and weeks of going out, you came to the conclusion that if someone deserved to be your first, it was Simon Riley. If there was any guy you wished would take you against a wall until you begged for mercy, it was him. At least in your fantasies, which were starting to get out of hand.

In real life, things were not that breezy.

Because what would he say if – no, when – you told him you were a virgin at this age? What if he would be bothered, what if things would get awkward between you two?

What if he decided you were simply too much trouble than you were worth?

It seemed like a miracle that the guy was still around, having been left blue-balled date after date. Either he was hellbent on conquering you, or then… Well, you didn't even dare to think about or's and then's and what if's. Especially when your own feelings were getting equally out of hand as those fantasies.

He probably had plenty of experience, and the thought certainly didn't make you feel any better. How would you compare, being not only inexperienced but a whole goddamn virgin? And it would probably hurt on top of everything. This man must be pretty damn big downstairs if 6 '4 feet and large hands were any indication.

Still, all fears flew out the window in record time every time he pulled you into a kiss. Your body molded into his already: the broad shoulders closed in around you, and it only felt thrilling. His warmth, his arms and scent enveloped you like the sweetest prison, and you held onto him as tightly as you could. Not because he wasn't clutching you with the same–if not greater–fervor, but because you wanted to make sure he was real.

And you realized what the allure of Simon Riley was.

He felt safe.

In fact, he was safe. He represented safety in all its aspects.

Who would've thought that death and wildfire could feel so good, so reliable?

You wondered if he thought this was some game; that you kept him waiting. The unwritten rule seemed to be that it was ok not to jump into bed on the first date. If anything, it was only a decent move. But what did the rules say about the second, third or fourth date? Not to talk about tenth?

Things were starting to resemble some prudent high school romance. Well, perhaps not prudent, the way you two practically ground against each other while making out after every date. Without being vocal about it or pressuring you in any way, you could tell he wished for things to go further. Hell, every fiber in this man begged for more. He would soon burn your clothes off simply with that searing gaze alone.

Watching the door close on that heated stare after at least 15 minutes of wanton, wicked kissing followed by clumsy Good night's and shy, apologetic smiles just wouldn't do anymore. The poor man was left breathless and puzzled in the cold night with nothing but a hard-on and the crumbs you gave him to keep him warm.

Things were getting ridiculous, criminally so, and you felt pity for those pants trying to keep him in confinement. You felt pity for your own soaked underwear as you climbed to a lonely bed all hot, bothered, and wet.

Which was why this evening would end with you asking him to come inside.

. . .

Lately, his hands have started to roam; they even cup your ass as he moans in your mouth – and hearing that raspy, low sound leave him forces the final decision. It's the final prophecy that tells you he is the one. You should’ve known it was only a matter of time with him.

The man hides his surprise well as you invite him in.

"Thought you'd never ask," he gives you a soft chuckle before stepping over the threshold to not only your apartment but also your life and privacy.

You barely get out of your shoes before his shadow engulfs you and strong hands lift you in his lap like you weigh nothing at all. You instinctively reach for support by clasping your hands behind his neck.

"You really know how to torture a man, don't you?" The brown in his eyes is nearly swallowed by warm darkness as he carries you to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he gives a short laugh of gravel.

"Don't be. This has been fun."

He sets you down next to the bed, and your heart is thumping so bad you fear he can hear it banging against your chest.

"But it's about time I torture you, right?"

Oh God…

Things happen so fast that it’s hard to tell who undresses who, but somehow, you find yourself standing in your bedroom with nothing but knickers and a bra on while he's taking off his pants. The man has definitely waited for this to happen for god knows how long, and it only makes your stomach lurch.

He thinks you know what you're doing, your brain offers when it should know when it’s time to shut the hell up. You can see the generous bulge this man is packing, and while perhaps compelling to other women, to you, it mainly looks intimidating. Threatening, almost.

He doesn't take his boxers off, seeing you're just standing there like some statue, still in your underwear and almost shaking from thoughts running rampant.

His form swallows you as he steps closer; wide hands slide up your arms, then draw you against him – against that demanding pulse that gets trapped between you two. Even through the black cloth, you can tell he's thick and big, just like you feared.

The man is blazing, and seems to have grown another foot in height as he towers over you with all that muscle. His shoulders are almost the size of your head, and you already know the hand that runs down your spine is experienced in crushing windpipes. It makes you breathe in shivers, and of course he notices something is wrong.

"Everything good?" He's eager and breathless, the erection pressing against you like a threat. He’s a man who has fashioned a weapon out of himself, so it shouldn't be a surprise that everything in him speaks violence.

"Yes," you try to assure him – a lousy lie only punctuated by the audible gulp that leaves your throat as you try to swallow your nerves back down.

"You afraid…?"

"Just a little nervous," you tell him, a half confession.

"Mm. That makes two of us."

He draws down into a kiss, the hands of a soldier and a killer nearly drawing you up from the ground as he pulls you close. You don't really buy his claim of being nervous too: you can feel how he throbs between you, heavy and impatient.

Hesitantly, you reach to hug him as well, and you feel so small, so insignificant when wrapped around this… giant. The knowledge that you're about to be trapped under all this crushing weight leaves you both faint and needy.

He’s a good kisser, but as he moves to devour your neck, you start to freeze from the middle.

"Alright… Come here."

He half carries, half lays you down on the bed, then crawls between your legs and changes his tactic a little. Gentle kisses are ghosted down your throat, and soon, he's at your breasts, soft as a whisper. But as he draws the fabric of your bra aside, your nipple is caught inside a hot, wet mouth, and the wildfire surges forth. There’s no way out from under him anytime soon, and you realize the colossal body is already spreading your thighs wide.

The way he already looks so damn good there between your legs: big, the epitome of raw, masculine power… It's almost sinful that a man like him is here with a virgin. It's a whole new hell how he's kissing you gently as fuck while blazing like a bonfire about to engulf and devour you. You want to wrap your legs around his middle, attach yourself to him in any way you can, but your thighs are weak pudding.

You feel both lost and found with him. In him.

He sucks and kisses your breasts like they're the only thing he's here for – and it feels good, heavenly, to be honest. But then he starts to travel down.

Shit… You need to tell him – and soon, or else there will be no time to say anything before the last of the shielding fabric is gone.

"Simon…?"

"Mm-hm?"

He doesn't even stop with the kissing, merely hums on your skin as his mouth reaches your stomach.

"You're my first," you finally force the truth into the night; a soft and desperate fact. It's only the faintest breath, but he halts abruptly like he has been stabbed between the ribs.

Great…

Here comes the awkward.

He rises. Softly, slowly, like a shadow, just a second away from getting to what's between your legs.

"Is that so?"

His voice is hoarse and dark from arousal. The whole man is intoxicating, and your heart is hammering in your chest, both from hunger and dread.

"Yes…?"

A broad hand comes to rest on the dip of your waist; gently, like you're some frightened animal about to dart off from under his touch.

"Love… Are you sure you want to do this?"

Are you? You almost ask, then bite your lip.

He just called you love, something he has never done before. You can see your breasts rising with the breaths you try to calm down with sheer willpower.

He lets out a small sigh, then crawls beside you and takes you in his arms. The bed sags and wails under his weight before your body is pulled into a delicious bear hug.

"Sweetheart."

His voice is so smooth, so different from the intense, rough smoke that has followed you up until this point that you feel vehement tears burn your eyes. First love, and now, sweetheart…

"There's no need to rush things," he says while keeping you close. Ever the gentleman, but you fear that you've ruined everything.

"We haven't exactly been rushing," you mutter somewhere in the plates of his chest. You both feel and hear how another sigh travels up his throat and is breathed into the crown of your head.

"Now… listen to me, ok? I've wanted you ever since we met. Can't deny it. But the last thing I want is to force you to do something you don’t wanna do."

You squeeze your eyes shut from what he says. Ever since you met… You can remember the lingering gazes, the way his eyes lit up with something hopeful and pure, how it drove away the exhaustion that seemed to have made a home in this big, brooding man. You remember how he stole a few stares up and down your body, too; remember the hunger he never even tried to conceal – not until now.

He is the most enthralling being you have ever seen, a mystery and a force of nature, an indomitable man, and to say that you haven't thought about him that way ever since too would be a lie.

"But I want it," you look up at him slowly, feeling much safer now that he's holding you like this.

I want you.

You realize you're pouting when the warm look in his eyes gains a playful glint as he laughs softly.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

That little twinkle turns into a downright gleam as he looks at you like you're the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“You want it with me?”

“Yes.”

"How much do you want it?" The charred voice is so soft now: it washes over you in generous waves. His hands keep you in safe custody – and you're the most willing prisoner there ever has been.

"Pretty badly?" You breathe into the air between you and see the corner of his mouth tug.

"Well, in that case…" His hand sweeps down your back and comes to reside on the swell of your hip. "I'm glad I'm here to help."

Pale eyelashes drop to your lips just before he kisses you again. You arch in his arms, like a flower leaning towards sunlight; your mouth, your whole being unfurls under his leadership. He rolls partly on top of you, then moves to kiss you all over as you lie on your back: he kisses your chin and neck, your collarbones and the hollow little crevice between them. The hand on your hip brushes down your thigh, then back up, up, until his fingers meet the folds already soaked through the fabric of your underwear.

His touch is soft, but gains more weight as he sweeps slowly up, then brushes a thumb over the exact location of your clit.

"Oh–"

He knows what he's found, even without the evidence of your voiceless shake of a breath. He brushes another stroke over it, and it doesn't matter that you still have your undies on – you can feel his weight, the gentle pressure he applies as he draws a circle to usher another soft moan out of you.

"You like that?"

"Mhm," is the only thing you are able to answer.

"That's it…" he cheers you on with calm assurance. "Gonna make you feel good. And that's a promise."

You catch a hint of ego in that promise, but there's something else, too. A fervent devotion, a bottomless need to please you no matter what. The right man, definitely: not someone who is only after their own satisfaction. You don't exactly need the answer anymore, but you ask the final, burning question nonetheless.

"Simon?"

"Speak your mind, love."

"Are you disappointed…?"

He stops again, a breath away from you.

"Disappointed?" He sounds quite shocked, almost appalled. "...Disa–"

He huffs, then reaches to cup your face. You raise your eyes to his and see that he's…ardent, and very, very serious.

"Love, I'm honored."

You can only blink at the solemn vow, and he slowly shakes his head.

"Silly little thing…"

It's something he muses almost to himself before he drags his fingers over your sternum and down your stomach, reverently, like you're a piece of precious porcelain. But the heat in his eyes is back, and your fingers curl to grasp a fistful of sheet as his hand disappears underneath the cloth, when he finally touches you with nothing in between.

You suppose it's his middle finger that sweeps over your clit this time, then slips between your folds without effort. It coaxes your thighs open to give him better access, and access he has: he curls the finger until it almost dips inside. Your lips part with a quiet sigh as your chin climbs toward the ceiling.

"Look at that… All wet and sweet for me already."

The way you expose your neck is like an invitation: he buries his face in your neck, tries to drown in the scent and feel of you while gliding across the wetness down below. He spreads moisture on the tight bud, and you jerk a little from how sensitive it is – he huffs a smile in your ear. It makes you release the sheet and reach out to grasp him by the neck, to make him stay precisely where he is, close like this, so close…

"Do ya even know how bloody sweet you are?"

The last of your wits make a vanishing act as he breathes more praise on your skin. You're languid in his arms, feeling both weightless and heavy, like you're sinking into the mattress, and then his hand moves lower; one thick finger is plunged slowly inside.

Oh God oh God–

You feel him, all of him, filling and spreading you. And it's not enough… not nearly enough.

"We'll take it nice and slow, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you tighten around him like on command. "Got all night to make a mess of you. That sound good?"

You can't help it: your lips draw into a smile when thinking about all the things he will do to you, all the sweet things you've always waited to happen.

"Yes."

#ghost x you #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #ghost imagine #ghost fluff #is this too soft?#is there such a thing as too soft #omg I think I'm part of the Ghost babygirl crew now #i accept my fate #also no beta we die like men

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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hey! I saw your writing for Miles earth 42. I was wondering if you could write what it would be like dating miles earth 42. Like some headcannons. Thank you!!

(hello! Sure I can and here ya go! Enjoy!)

Dating Earth 42 Miles Morales

I not gonna lie, he can be an ass at times

Especially when mad or annoyed or in arguments

Tries not to but is late or sometimes can't make it to daes and feels so bad

Tries to make it up to you the best he can

But other than that, he's probably the best boyfriend to have

Obviously before he was the prowler and before his canon event, he was just our Miles

After the canon, that changed but with you sometimes old peeks of that Miles bubbles up

He's protective

But in no way is possessive

You could do whatever you want and he would let you

Nobody is willing to mess with him or you because as you're doing your thing, he's nearby and watching you

If anyone looks at him and then to you, they can tell you're together

He's willing to fight if someone ever talks shit about you or makes you uncomfortable

Let's you braid his hair as long as you don't mess it up or pull on his hair too hard

He likes the feeling of sitting between your legs, his head like resting on your thigh as he just feels your hands making their way around his hair

It's a very comforting feeling and don't be surprised if he puts little pecks onto your thighs

Will not let you feel insecure, especially in like revealing or tight clothing because you just look so good

A sorta deep and sorta rough kisser at times, especially in the moment but in more soft and intimate times a slow and passionate kisser

Likes having his hands on your waist and sorta leaning you down as he kisses you, your arms around his neck and shit

Favorite place to kiss gotta be your neck and your jaw, he just has too

A hand always in your hip or on your back

Arm around your waist or around your shoulder

If you steal his clothes and he sees you for the first time in them he's gonna stare for a moment

Then just watch the smirk form as he comes up to you, kisses you and oh my Lord

Or he's hugging you from behind

Likes having his hands like roam your sides

Slips his hand onto your neck or weaves his hand into your hair, pulling you closer when you guys kiss

You can kiss him for an eternity and then some

Kissing you is like addicting to him

He always wants to make sure you're safe, and can handle yourself so he likes you to carry like a pocket knife or he taught you some shit

And if you get into fights he's obviously proud of you because you bet your ass you won

Makeouts are actually pretty common as he makes up kisses he missed

he either is hovering above you while you're on your back and kissing you

Or you're straddling him and kissing him, his lips slip down to your neck or your collar bone mind you

Or you're against a wall or he is against a wall

He likes flirting and making you flustered

He's an asshole with that shit

Calls you nicknames in Spanish or says stuff in Spanish, if you don't understand he does it even more

I feel after his dad he was more closed off, a wreck inside but wanted to be strong for his mom and you

You need to help with that and you di, you're practically his rock now who he goes to for anything, even when he doesn't want to talk

Just being around you helps him

He likes laying his head in your lap

It's just so nice and comforting to him, kiss his knuckles or play with his hands

"I love you, you know that, right?" Or "Don't worry, you got me." Is stuff he says on the daily

Hold his hand and run your hands over his knuckles and feel how relaxed he gets

He can hug you from behind, put his head on your shoulder and just stay there for god knows how long

He buys you a lot of shit to make up for what he cannot say as sometimes he can't say how much he loves and appreciates you

So he does stuff to show it

If you like cuddling he likes either having you by his side, arm wrapped around you with your head on his chest or him laying on your chest

Spoon him from behind, he loves it but will deny it entirely

Make him flustered, he'll be frozen for a minute before a real smile comes onto his face

On days where some shit is hard, either by being the Prowler he likes laying on top of you as you whisper shit into his ear

He needs stuff like that

If you got on with his mama he is not letting you go

Especially if his mom liked you because that shit is rare

Let's you steal his clothes on the daily

He sees you eyeing something when out with him, or he sees you about to buy something or have a new interest?

He's buying you it and buying you whatever you need

Go nuts, baby, he loves seeing the smile on your face

Play fights with you, likes pinning you down and just kissing you or tickling your side

He loves hearing your laugh and seeing your smile as they just calm him at the worse times

Likes sneaking away with you from anything possible

Little compliments mean so much from him, makes you feel good about yourself too

Arguments don't happen often but he doesn't yell at you when they do

He raises his voice but never yells at you

Some shit may slip, inconsiderate shit that makes him an asshole but he knows that immediately

Not the best at apologizing so give him time when he does come to apologize

Make him grovel ISTG

Nicknames from him are just so smooth and so- oh my god

Head on your boob and hand on your ass

I say no more

Will not let harm to you come no matter what as long as he breathes

He didn't plan on telling you he was the prowler for a long time

You had to find out yourself and he thought the relationship was over

He was saying over and over it was okay, he does it to protect his family and you, that he wouldn't hurt you and so on

You may need time but he understands

Always is sneaking in through your window also

If you have siblings and they meet him prepare because they now love him more than you

Babysits them with you and is now their partner in crime against you

He's so husband

#across the spider verse spoilers #across the spider verse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #into the spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles morales earth 42 x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 25 days

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AITA for breaking up with my boyfriend because he’s hypersexual?

nsft/nsfw warning - mentions of sex, manipulation, etc.

🦷

(to find later)

I (19m) just broke up with my boyfriend (18m) of over one and a half years last night.

For context, I’m demisexual and he’s known this from the very beginning. Plus, I’m a transgender guy and when we first got together I was at the very start of my transition and still extremely uncomfortable with my body. So, sex was just kind of out of the question, and I made that very clear.

Nonetheless, whenever we cuddled he still got all touchy, kissed my neck and begged me to take my clothes off, etc. Whenever I protested, he got all whiny and did that weird puppy eyes thing. He usually gave up after a while and apologized, but it always left me feeling guilty and like I was depriving him of something.

After a while, he told me he’s hypersexual and he’s sorry if he gets a little "too much" sometimes. But he reassured me that he loves me and even if we never get intimate, he wants to be with me. I believed him.

Still, his behavior continued and after a while I just gave in and took my clothes off for him, let him kiss me… you get it. When I put my shirt back on I asked if he was happy now and he got all upset. He was pouting and told me that he never forced me to do anything and he wants me to enjoy these things too. It’s true, he never forced me to do anything but he always got all touchy feely and it made me feel like I had to give him something.

As the relationship progressed, I just resorted to giving him oral to satisfy him but he always insisted on returning the favor. The thing is, I was his first relationship and he didn’t have much experience. So, whenever he tried anything, I barely felt anything. Even with tons of communication and showing him how to do things. It just left me feeling gross and unsatisfied.

At some point, I decided I had to let him do the full thing. (stupid, I know, but I’m an insecure 19 year old) So, we did it and I hated it. It felt uncomfortable and he didn’t even try to give me any sort of pleasure, he just ran off to take a shower after he finished. I cried in his bed that night but never told him about it. I just pretended to be okay and to like this stuff.

When I told him I wanted to get top surgery, he begged me not to get it or to get the keyhole procedure so I don’t lose feeling in my nipples. Because it’s the only way he’s ever been able to give me pleasure. I don’t really wanna spell it out, but yeah.

When I told him that being shirtless during the nasty made me wanna cry, he told me that he never asked me to take my shirt or binder off. I just did it. But the thing is, I did it because he liked it. Never once did he apologize or comfort me. It just made me feel disgusting and extremely dysphoric.

He always blamed all his behavior on being hypersexual and not being able to control himself when I’m so cute. Or whatever…

So, I made up my mind to break up with him. The thing is, I know all of this makes him sound horrible. But he was genuinely a good boyfriend and I love him a lot. So, I feel like shit for breaking up with him just because he’s hypersexual. I tried to talk to him about it and find a solution, but he never changed despite promising to do so. I don’t really see what else I could’ve done.

Am I the asshole for this? I’d appreciate it if other hypersexual people could give me their opinions on this! Because I don’t want to believe that this is how hypersexual people usually act.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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gay-as-fucking-hell · 2 months

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Headcannons (NSFW) | Adela

Rating : 18+ (Minors and Fetishsizers DNI!)

Fandom : Path to Nowhere

Pairing : Adela × Reader

(If I missed any, please tell me and I will fix it!)

CW : NSFW, Begging, Body Worship, Hair Pulling, Marking, Mommy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Pregnant Sex, Scratching, Somnophilia, Teasing, and Transfem

Summary : My NSFW Headcannons of the character Adela from Path to Nowhere. This covers what role she plays in the bedroom, along with her kinks and her preferences.

Notes : This was made with a female reader in mind but it can be read as a GN reader and Adela is written as both AFAB and Transfem. Enjoy!

Adela's role in the bedroom is a Dominant Top. She's a mix of a Service Top and a Pleasure Dom. She likes being in control and gets very aroused by being the source of pleasure for her S/O and loves drawing multiple orgasms out of them. She is a hard top and doesn't like bottoming. The reason for this is tied to various parts of her past but it is mainly a tendency she has of putting others' needs before her own. She would try to bottom for her S/O if they really want her to, but Adela would have a really hard time enjoying it. Especially if her partner isn't getting any physical pleasure from it.

During love making, Adela notes every little detail about your body and the reactions she prods out of it. She's one to meticulously memorize every part of you till she knows your body and mind like the back of her hand. Its honestly scary how well she's able memorize you as it gets to the point she knows your body better then you do and can play you like an instrument, one of which she's mastered.

Adela prefers to use her own body on you rather than using sex toys. This kinda stems from a place of jealousy as she sees it as you getting pleasure from something that isn't her. She will use things like straps and blindfolds pretty often but other stuff, not so much.

Adela's finger game is god tier and honestly, it makes a lot of sense for her to be so good at it. Working as a hairdresser requires some pretty nimble fingers and when you take into account how long each digit is, it all starts to click. So yeah, don't be surprised when she uses them on you and you can't walk afterwards.

Adela is one to check-in during sex pretty often, especially if you're experimenting with something new in the bedroom. She just wants to make sure that her S/O is comfortable and not in any pain. If there is something wrong at any time, tell her. She wants her S/O to feel comfortable communicating anything with her, especially during sex. So if she finds out that you were uncomfortable or God forbid, experienced any type of unwanted pain, then she's going to beat herself up and worry you don't trust her or are even scared of her.

If this situation ever occurs, Adela will communicate her worries and ask if there was a reason you didn't say anything. She might look composed on the outside but she's crying, worried, hurt, and scared on the inside. Just communicate with her and everything will be resolved in a healthy manner.

Adela is one to have soft, sensual, and romantic sex with her partner, both slow and fast. She sees sex as a very intimate bonding experience so she usually isn't ready to have sex with her partner until 4 to 6 months into the relationship. First time sex with Adela is so tooth rottingly sweet, it's adorable. She's constantly checking-in with you, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be, with a lot of praising and kisses from her.

During sex, Adela has a tendency to maintain as much skin to skin contact with her partner as she possibly can. She likes being physically close whilst being intimately close, it's like her way of saying, "I'm doing this because I love you, not just for of the pleasure," She kinda struggles with showing her love and vulnerability so she makes up for it during this time. Sex is already so vulnerable for her, so she sees it as the perfect time to be even more vulnerable with you by pouring every last drop of her love and passion into it.

As I said, Adela enjoys soft sex but that doesn't mean she's not into rough sex. It depends on how long you've been dating and the amount of sex you guys have had. She won't bring rough sex into your relationship until a lot later, probably not until the 9 month mark. She'll bring up the idea to you and will proceed with it only if you want to. Even with your consent, Adela will still be holding back pretty hard as she's afraid of going to rough and hurting you. As the session goes on she'll ease up on her restraint and start going at you harder, but if you want her to cut the shit and get to it then a "Adela, stop holding back and fuck me properly already," should suffice. She'll still be holding back but she will be pretty rough with you.

When Adela does eventually let all of her self restraint go, she lets out her Overstimulation Kink. Remember how I said she's a pleasure dom? Yeah, I wasn't joking. Once she's comfortable with dropping her shackles of control, it's pure, non-stop, continuous orgasms. She'll have you so overwhelming fucked to the point your overstimulation will trigger overstimulation. There will even be sessions where Adela goes at you while you're floating in and out of consiousness or till you're on the brink of passing out. These are also one of the few times Adela will use a sex toy, that being a cockring. Her goal is to fuck as many orgasms out of you as she possibly can and a cockring allows for longer sessions by trapping more blood in her cock and making ejaculation harder. These sessions only take place on occasion though as her S/O is left pretty sore afterwards and there would be consequences if they occur too often.

Adela is huge on Body Worship. She genuinely sees her S/O as perfect in every way and wants them to know that, inside and outside the bedroom. If you have any insecurities about your body, wether that be scars, deformities, stretch marks, weight gain, infertility, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria or anything else of the sort, expect to be bombarded with kisses, various love marks, uplifting praises, and gentle touches. She'll show her admiration through these means with passionate and loving sex or whilst simply holding you, which ever you prefer.

Has a HUGE Praise Kink. Adela is one to praise her partner a lot but absolutely melts if she receives any kind of praise from them. She finds it very reassuring and it eases her worries, so give her a lot.

Pregnant Sex is a definite yes for Adela. Even though I see her as one who would rather adopt a baby than make one, I can't deny that she'd love to have you while you're pregnant. Its probably the sweetest sex you'll ever have with her. She's just filled with so much pride and love that she can't help but want to softly thrust into you while caressing your swollen belly.

Hair Pulling is a kink that Adela found out she had after her S/O yanked her face into their shoulder while she was going at them from behind. Now, anytime her hair is messed with in a sexual manner it causes heat to pool with in her groin. There are even times when you're innocently playing with her hair and Adela will feel the familiar sensation of blood/heat rushing downwards.

She also finds arousal in messing with her partner's hair. As someone who works with hair, Adela has gained a unique fascination and appreciation for it. People use it as a way to express one's self and put great trust into another person to shape it for them. So being able to mess with her S/O's hair in a rougher way during sex fills her with euphoria and she sees it as huge show of trust. She loves being able to harshly grasp it, tangle her hands within it, stuff her face into it and maybe even lightly tug at it.

Scratching is another kink Adela found out she had because of her S/O. Being able to make you feel so good that you dig your nails into her flesh before dragging them across her skin fills her with so much pride and bliss. Burying your nails into her like they're talons and just gripping her flesh does it for her to. And the burning sensation that follows after feels so nice on her natrualy cold skin. She also loves the markings that are left behind. Seeing all of the red lines and welts littered on her body gives her a feeling security and fills her with love.

Adela enjoys teasing her S/O as it feeds into her Begging Kink. She likes hearing you beg and hearing how much you want her is a pretty big turn on for her. This kink kinda ties into some insecurities she has of her S/O leaving her after she allowed herself to form such a intimate relationship with them. It's reassuring to hear you begging for her affection and she correlates it to you saying you won't leave cause you need her.

Adela is very into Somnophilia. She originally used this kink to satisfy herself as she didn't want to bother her S/O. But now she finds herself taking them whilst they sleep to pacify her libido and because of how arousing she finds it. Remember how I said she'd fuck you till you pass out? Well if Adela's sex drive hasn't run out yet, she'll keep going at you whilst your unconscious until shes satisfied. Waking up with cum between your thighs becomes a regular occurence, along with waking up in the morning to feel Adela thrusting her cock/fingers into your cunt.

And finally, Adela has a Mommy Kink, I don't think I need to explain myself on this one.

Notes : And that's it! I may add headcannons if any more come to mind but this is all I have for now. Anyways, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

#path to nowhere x reader #adela x reader #path to nowhere #female reader #sapphic #wlw #nblw #lesbian #heacanons

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theflashesoflove · 9 months

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obstacle I

Larissa Weems x f!reader (nsfw) – series

part I :: part ll :: ao3

summary: Could you be more careless? Talking to a stranger online and sharing the most intimate moments of your days with her? The way you trusted her was almost ridiculous, but the way she talked to you made you sure that this grown woman wouldn’t even consider harming you in some way. One would think you were a fool who would regret her messages one day, one would even point a finger at you and say how perverse all of it was. Luckily, no one knew. Except for Lydia, your mistress, to whom you granted not just your body, but also your heart.

a/n: i always dreaded writing series, but this woman inspires me so much that i'm finally up for the challenge. i hope i will be consistent with my writing enough to bring this story where i want it to be. filthy, angsty and gentle. i think there will be two or three more chapters and it is also crossposted on ao3. btw i have a vague idea of what architects do so if you notice some factual mistakes let's pretend that in my silly imaginary world things work this way. the names of the chapters are lyrics from interpol's 'turn on the bright lights' album (it's brilliant, a huge recommend if you like male manipulator music like i do haha). proofread, and i hope it doesn't sound as broken as i think it does. (bracing myself) let's set this little bird free into the wild.

general warnings/tags: unhealthy online relationship, dom!larissa x sub!reader dynamics, sexting, nudes, masturbation + angst and all that stuff to come

chapter word count: 4k

Part I: you are linked to my innocence

Sitting on the balcony, you admired the sun slowly crawling up from its slumber, painting the sky with faint yellow and pink shades, warming up the cool earth. The view before you made you smile. Perhaps having trouble sleeping had its benefits – you could admire such a beautiful sunrise and feel at peace for at least the next hour, before the world would wake up and start swirling around you, overwhelming and demanding.

Thinking of someone who was also so very demanding, you pulled out your phone and started recording the serene scenery. You tried to hold your phone still, though it was hard because of the chilly wind that made you shiver. Ending the video, you opened the messenger and sent it to a woman who made your heart sing just like the morning birds sang, greeting the sun.

You scrolled up your message history with her for a bit, smirking. What a sweet little relationship you had, one time you would send her a beautiful view out of your window, the next time – a picture of you touching yourself in the most sinful way.

Couldn’t sleep again? and What a lovely view, she replied an hour later. Not as lovely as you, though, she added after.

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Her name was Lydia and she had just the right way with her words. She would text you, Send me a picture, and you would rush out of your meeting to the bathroom to send her a selfie. She would text you, What a beautiful shirt you are wearing, unbutton it for me, and you would spend a bit more time in the bathroom sending her picture after picture.

You didn’t know what she looked like. She rarely sent you pictures in return, and you had only one 10 seconds long video of her touching herself. Her fingers were slender, her nails were painted a burgundy red colour, and she had those plush thighs that you wanted to squeeze with your hands. She was a woman of exquisite taste – taste in music, in foods, in lingerie.

You never asked her for more. It was entirely your choice to reveal your face on one of the first videos you sent her. She once told you, Don’t call me by my name on those videos, call me your mistress. You obliged. You always did. An impulse to ask the woman if she could reveal her face bubbled up inside your chest from time to time, but you pushed it away, never willing to make her uncomfortable. Perhaps there was something she didn’t like about herself, perhaps she wanted to be more mysterious and enticing, perhaps she just needed a bit more time – and it had been a year! Never being a selfish one, you suppressed your questions and played by her rules.

She knew a lot about your life. You didn’t realise that you barely knew about hers. You knew that her work was stressful enough to make her speak to you in an especially dirty way in the night, urging you to send new videos for her to let off steam. You could only imagine her, spread on her bed to your sinful sound and pleas. You would tell her, i wish i could see how pleased my mistress is right now, nudging her to send you a picture in return. The woman would just answer, Don’t doubt it, I am very pleased with my darling girl, thank you and end the conversation until the next morning. You knew that she played piano and was popular in high school, though a bit overshadowed by her best friend at the time. You knew that she liked long walks in nature, ice skating and that her favourite season was autumn. She never pressed you to share any details about your life, but you did it nonetheless.

It all started rather accidentally, and you told her millions of times how glad you were that she found you. There was an old record player that you wanted to sell online, and you even gave out a Fleetwood Mac vinyl in addition to it for free. The woman contacted you, anonymous at that time, though she contacted you too late, and the record player was already sold. It didn’t stop the two of you from continuing the conversation, talking about music and antique pieces of furniture she adored. After that, everything escalated quickly – topics changing topics and bringing you into dynamics you didn’t know you would enjoy this much. She teased you a lot, and at first you acted shy and hesitant, bending under her dominance and unravelling your own fantasies over time. She wrapped you around her finger, and on one particular evening you sent her your first video. The woman made it clear that she was hopeful to receive more of those in the future.

Could you be more careless? Talking to a stranger online and sharing the most intimate moments of your days with her? The way you trusted her was almost ridiculous, but the way she talked to you made you sure that this grown woman wouldn’t even consider harming you in some way. One would think you were a fool who would regret her messages one day, one would even point a finger at you and say how perverse all of it was. If you told any of your friends about Lydia, they would tell you that you went nuts. They would tell you to stop texting her immediately and delete the chat to destroy the blackmail material that you’d shared with a stranger. Luckily, no one knew. Except for Lydia, your mistress, to whom you granted not just your body, but also your heart.

Back in the day, you suggested moving the conversation from reselling website direct messages to a more convenient messenger, one that the woman hadn’t heard of before. It took her two days to create an account for contacting you there. Her profile picture was a bush of red flowers, her personal information included just a lyric of a song she liked, and all of it was only for your eyes to see. Not much, but her empty profile on an app which she signed in just for you never aroused any suspicions. Well, sometimes it did, but then she would ask you how your day went and the sweetness of the texts the two of you shared washed your worries away.

In fact, it wasn’t all about sexting. You could see that she was genuinely interested and caring, and you didn’t send her pictures and videos every day, after all. Maybe… three times a week? Five if she was desperate. She woke up earlier than you if you managed to fall asleep the night before and always brightened your day from its beginning with a sweet ‘Good morning, darling’ message. She always wished you a good night and checked in throughout the day, answering your texts and moving the conversation forward. Sometimes she would even send you flowers, and a delivery man would call you and ask for the address. The man would appear on your porch with a delicate bouquet later, a card attached to the wrapping would say, ‘To my favourite girl – L’. You could only giggle and smile to yourself for the rest of the day. No matter how hard you tried to get her number to send something in return, the woman would always brush you off. You can send me a picture in return, she would text you. That was exactly what you would do next.

You’d always start with pictures. On days when you felt especially good about yourself, you didn’t even wait for her to ask. Undressing, you would send her several pictures, losing yet another piece of closing on every photo. Sometimes it would take her too long to reply, and you would record a video for her in advance. There wasn’t any surface in your house that wasn’t caught on camera while you would thrust your fingers inside, making it all pretty and appealing to look at. The sounds you made were an absolute turn on for her, and you always ensured that you put on a good show. It wasn’t even necessary to try hard, you would just recall all the dirty messages she sent you over the course of your relationship, you would imagine how it would feel to be held by her, how those long fingers would pound into you, how her lips would tease your flushed skin. You had a good imagination, and it was enough. The tiniest bits of her that were available to you – all of it was enough, that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. A hopeless romantic you were, blindly expecting that one day she would surprise you and reveal herself, and tell you how much she wanted to meet you in person. Still, it never came. That day never came, and you tried not to overthink it. You were supposed to be grateful for what you already had, after all.

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I have a very important meeting today and I just know that it won’t go easy on me. Can you please bend over your desk for me this evening, dearest? Lydia texted you a few hours later after receiving the video.

of course, mistress, you answered playfully. your boss doesn’t give you a break, huh? ;)

Thank you, darling girl, I’ll be waiting, she replied, ignoring the message about her boss.

You made sure to text her during your lunch break, checking if she didn’t forget to eat in between her piles of work. She told you that she had a snack and it was very nice of you to bother. A couple of hours later she asked how were you feeling since you didn’t get any sleep last night. You told her that you were running on energy drinks and green tea and she jokingly scolded you for the energy drinks part. It made you bite your lower lip, how caring she was for you in return.

The desk in your office was never neat. Scattered papers, your laptop always on charge, heated up with architect software. You hunched over the plan with a pencil in your hand, making sure that the plumbing system of the building made sense at all. Working in a reconstruction and restoration company, you never really got a chance to do the part you studied for in the first place. Always checking other architects’ plans and fixing their mistakes for them, not having the opportunity to do something of your own. Your days were filled with somewhat ridiculous tasks yet even those managed to make you feel the struggle of workload.

The surface of your desk shuddered when your phone buzzed with a reminder about forthcoming meeting, and you straightened, feeling a familiar ache in your lower back. You threw on a jacket, took your phone and notebook and left your office, politely smiling at coworkers passing by.

The meeting went as smoothly as always – at least you enjoyed the working atmosphere of the company. Your boss talked about the updates in the company policy and proceeded to inform the staff about upcoming projects. He announced that the Principal of Nevermore school contacted them for the reconstruction work, and your coworkers didn’t even try to hide their opinions on outcasts and how infamous the school was, especially after the causality that happened a few months ago. Not paying attention to their grumbling, you thought it would be a great opportunity to finally show your skills, and your boss thought so too.

“Y/N, you will take over this project. I’m passing you the papers with details, I feel like the time to shine has come!” he said, approaching your seat with a folder in his hands. Some of your coworkers sighed in relief, glad that they wouldn’t be involved with Nevermore. It made you wince – you never thought badly of outcasts like the majority of others did, the idea of being hostile towards someone just because they were different made you nauseous like it would do to any decent person. “The Principal insists on cooperation, and I have to warn you – you will probably have to visit the site more times than would be necessary for a usual project. I hope it won’t be a problem,” he said with a light smirk.

You smiled and bit your cheek, anticipation tingling on your fingertips. “No, it won’t be a problem. Thank you,” you uttered, taking the folder. “When am I supposed to start?”

“Next week. We arranged a meeting with Principal Weems, she said it was very important for the school, and I quote, ‘to thoroughly negotiate the reconstruction process’.”

The school was enormous, but the work was connected to a relatively small part of it, a tower that was destroyed recently. You spent the rest of your evening studying the documents – an old plan of the school that included the tower. It was impressive how old this building was. Besides, you would be taking part in preserving and reconstructing the historic site, the whole prospect of reconstructing a part of Nevermore ensemble sounded like a dream coming true. The fact of such a project being granted to you to work on would be unbelievable if deep down you didn’t know the reason for it. It seemed that no one from your company wanted to work with Nevermore, but the school was about to pay generously, so they had to find someone to 'deal with the outcasts'. How foolish your coworkers were for declining such an opportunity, you thought, smiling to yourself.

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Back home, you didn’t bother to change into your indoor clothes, knowing full well that you would need to be completely naked soon anyway. Having had a quick meal and relaxed on the couch, closing your eyes for a little too long than you planned, you finally entered your bedroom and started setting a scene. Sometimes the lengths you went to make a perfect video for Lydia made you embarrassed, but how could you do it any other way? The woman’s attention was worth all of your efforts. You cleaned up your desk, returning previously forgotten mugs to the kitchen, shoving papers into the desk drawer and moving the pile of laundry laying on the floor out of frame. The curtains had to be closed for the last sun rays entering your bedroom not messing with the lighting on camera, the cosy shine of a garland and the dim light of a bedside lamp would be enough to illuminate your form in the most lovely way. You checked your reflection in the mirror and wiped away a few particles of mascara from under your eyes. For a second you tensed, your insecurity taking over. Would Lydia like you as much if she saw you in person? Wouldn’t she be disappointed that a flawless image you tried to create for her wasn’t as flawless in real life? Perhaps that was why she didn’t want to meet up in the first place? Did she already know that wasting the time of her busy schedule would completely disenchant her perception of you? You took a deep breath and shook your head, backing off from the mirror. It was alright. She liked you. Still you desperately wanted to be perfect for her.

The next thing you did was distract yourself with having fun and a bit of a struggle with setting up a phone stand out of books. After you were sure that your phone wouldn’t slide down halfway through the recording, you set a 10 seconds timer and started slowly unbuttoning your shirt to catch the process on camera. The photo turned out just the way you wanted from the first try, revealing the right amount of skin and a glimpse of your lingerie. It didn’t even matter in the end, but you were always attentive to details. Completely taking off your shirt, you grabbed your phone and took the second picture – a close up of your lacy bra, nipples visible through the fabric, collarbones calling to be showered with your mistress’ kisses. The sound of timer counting down rang across your bedroom once again, you unhooked your bra to send it down onto the floor and stepped back, already topless, unzipping your pants and craning your neck to the side with a soft smile on your lips. Oh, how much you loved spoiling Lydia even if sometimes it stressed you out to the point of worrying about your imperfections. Your pants made their way onto the floor as well, out of the frame, of course, and as the next timer started counting down, you rushed to your desk to bend over it prettily, exposing your cheeks for the last photo. Then, you returned to your phone and sent pictures to Lydia, smiling to yourself at the thought of her ending her tedious day of work and seeing your message.

It took you a fair amount of time to warm yourself up for the video by bringing yourself to the edge with a vibrator, uncomfortably sprawled in your chair and growing hotter with every second. You barely managed to stop yourself from climaxing, removing the vibrator from your clit and standing up on wobbly legs to continue your filming session. The phone was settled into its makeshift stand again, the sun finally settled, not peeking through the curtains anymore, which made the scene look especially intimate in the dimmed lights, and you were ready to absolutely ruin yourself for Lydia. After pressing the record button, you bent over your desk once again, and massaged your cheeks, squeezing and pulling to reveal your glistening sex. Having satisfied your need to tease the woman a little more, you spread your legs wider and took a toy that rested on the desk the whole time.

Teasing your wet entrance with the toy, you pleaded into the silence of your room, “Oh, please, fuck me… fuck me, mistress, please…”

By the time you finished, you were worn out – the position was rather uncomfortable, especially when you had to work with your hand from behind. You pressed the side of your face against the surface and sighed happily, “Thank you, mistress, you are so good to me.” There was a deep red mark of the edge of the desk on your knee, the wood was digging into your skin almost the whole time you were filming after you decided to move your leg higher for better access and view. The awkward scene of you grunting as you lifted yourself from the desk and padded over to your bed to stop the recording was cropped out later.

An hour passed by, and Lydia finally answered your messages, saying that she was done with the meeting and work for the day, ready to witness you coming undone for her.

You look absolutely ravishing, dear. Let me see how you used that toy on your pretty pussy?

are you already in bed? You asked, trying to withhold the sweet video a little longer.

No, darling. I’m taking a bath right now, she answered, arousing the urge in you to ask her if she could give you at least a glimpse of her body basking in the warm water. You didn’t ask her.

I need you, came a text seconds later, and you couldn’t resist her anymore.

The video went on for about 11 minutes, you didn’t know if you should have made it shorter or longer for her liking. You wondered how long it would take her, you wondered what she would use to pleasure herself and how it would feel to be with her in that moment, spreading shower gel all over her breasts and teasing her with your thigh pressed against her core. You wondered how it would feel to just settle in her lap, wrap your hands around her shoulders and hide your face in her neck, revelling in her presence.

The waiting after sending her those kinds of videos was the most tortuous one, you didn’t yet know if she liked the video or not, you didn’t know if it met her expectations, you didn’t know if it even made her wet and eager to pleasure herself. Sometimes you were afraid that she wouldn’t even bother to watch it or to reply to you ever again. Fifteen minutes later, you got a response – 1 attachment. Your heart somersaulted against your ribcage, and you hesitated for a moment before tapping on the notification, prolonging the excitement of not knowing what she sent you.

Those beautiful thighs. Oh, how much you thought about them wrapping around your head, how many times you rewatched the only video she sent you, remembering the patterns of stretch marks along her skin. She looked especially soft and rosy, her wet pubic hair neatly covered her sex, and the foam melted around her body, glistening on camera. The water was steamy and her hand rested on the rim of the bathtub – you could only assume that she was completely spent.

i would eat you out until those gorgeous legs are shaking, you texted after a while of staring, unable to think straight.

Not before I would be done edging you for hours, she cheekily answered. And before you could think of a suitable response in the same dirty fashion, she sent her next message, Thank you, dearest. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.

A smile spread across your features, so wide it almost started to hurt. You plumped down on the bed and nuzzled your nose into the pillow, vainly seeking her scent that was never there in the first place. Contented that the woman felt about you this way, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine her. Imagine, imagine, imagine – it was the only thing you could do. In that moment, you hopelessly wanted to press yourself into her, to cling to her body and dissolve in her warmth. How much you yearned for her to give you real proximity, to caress your sides as she would bury her face in your hair and fall asleep next to you, breathing peacefully. Or she would let you lie down on her chest and listen to her calming heartbeat, holding your hand and circling your skin with her thumb.

A couple of red heart emojis were sent Lydia’s way and you locked your phone, turned on your back and looked at the ceiling. Fulfilled and deprived at the same time.

by the way, i was given a new project today! You texted Lydia five minutes later, remembering that you forgot to share the exciting news. i’m so happy, they finally gave me the big girl stuff to do haha

That’s amazing, dear. I’m very proud of you, Lydia answered, making you blush.

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The next Monday you were on your way to Nevermore – it felt very exciting to leave the office for once to see the site of reconstruction. To your surprise, it wasn’t that long of a ride, you expected the school to be more distant from Jericho than it was. Driving along the road that was framed by thick forest made you want to pull over for a second to take a picture of towering trees, branches tranquilly swinging in the wind, the sun peaking through the leaves. However it would be a bad idea, unless you wanted to be late for the meeting more than you already were.

The building of Nevermore astonished you from the first glance. A dark fantasy, elaborate decorations and old-fashioned high ceilings. You arrived at the brink of evening – Principal Weems didn’t have time for the meeting until 5 p.m. – and the golden hour made the school look even more otherworldly. You didn’t need a tour since you had an insight on what the building was like inside, and the location of classrooms and halls didn’t really change over decades. Approaching the Principal’s office, you adjusted the collar of your shirt and fixed your hair – this was serious, you had to make a good impression on the client.

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a/n: oh, larissa... honey, you've got a big storm coming

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie

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moumouton4 · 11 months

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Hi hello thank you for writing for the founders it’s very cool to see stuff for them on the timeline I’ve especially got a big soft spot for hsrm. I was wondering if you’d like to write nsfw your first time/losing virginity with the founders if you haven’t done so already!

First Time - Virginity Loss || Naruto characters x fem!reader

Including: Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju

A/n : Since I didn't know what you preferred I made reader be a fem because it's easier for me to write. Even though I really hope you liked it ! I think I'm really improving in writing smut and it's thanks to y'all ! 😍

Warnings : NSFW, penetrative sex, cockwarming, slight masturbation, oral mal receiver, grinding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2537

Madara Uchiha :

We mustn't forget that before the bloodthirsty ninja warrior pursuing an unstoppable goal, there was a kind and thoughtful boy. He's the one we're going to talk about today, but he's still got his usual temper

I think he's a virgin ( or extremely inexperienced ), having spent most of his time fighting

You were chatting away when suddenly you felt the shift in the air. His gaze had become super captivating and deep, without even his Sharingan activated

The next thing you knew, your faces were touching and you were kissing in a tongue-lashing display of dominance

Arriving in the bedroom, he pinned you to the bed, placing himself between your legs and continuing to kiss you. When he lifted his head to catch his breath, as his hair hung over you, you could see that his cheeks were flushed. His eyes alternated between looking at you and your clothes, as if he was debating whether or not to ask the question

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to say what was on his mind

"Do you want me to go further ? Do you want us to go further ?"

You put pressure on your grip, making his body crash against yours, catching him off guard

"Going further with you sounds perfect Madara" you said reassuringly with a hint of seduction

He gulped at your words, feeling his crotch pressed against your center as he was getting harder

His movements were swift. He quickly removed the bottom of your clothes before returning to you and resuming your making out

One of his hands moved gradually up your thigh, inner thigh, before his finger swiped your folds, making your squirm

He began to test the water, touching you all over and judging which part of your most intimate part felt best when touched. His lips smiling against yours every time he got a satisfying reaction out of you

When you were wet enough he pushed two fingers into your pussy starting a motion ( like a come here lmao ) where his fingers would come to caress the spongy top of your insides, his thumb passing over your clit from time to time. This time you moaned into his mouth

When he's sure you're wet enough, he removes his hand and starts undressing completely after he said "Now strip"

You didn't know where this was coming from, but you didn't mind, so you took off your top and bra

He jerked his dick a little to make sure it was hard enough, then moved to your entrance

He looked into your eyes once more, searching for any uncertainty in your gaze, but the whine you made took all the fear out of him and slowly but surely he began to thrust into you

First the tip, then inch by inch, his gaze scanning your every move for any sign of discomfort, using all his self-control not to just slam his hips against yours

Once balls deep inside you, he gave you time to get used to his size, his thumb making little circles on your thighs to ground you

"Thanks, you can start moving now" you told him, anticipation creeping into your words

Slowly he starts to move, and admittedly it's a little uncomfortable for you, but with repeated low-speed strokes, you can feel a certain pleasure rising inside you

As you get wetter and wetter, Madara takes the opportunity to increase the speed of his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass gradually echoing through the room

"What a good girl. Look at you taking me so well"

Thinking that since this was your first time you wouldn't just cum with his cock, he began to make rapid circles on your clit, making you clench around him.

Sensing that he was about to cum, he spoke again, "Do you think I could speed up a bit ?"

"Please" your breathless answer urged him to quicken his pace, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged, as he thought about suppressing the groans rising in his throat

Suddenly he felt you stiffen, your cunt milking his cock as he kept pounding into you. Your moaned loudly feeling the delicious climax wash over you

Feeling your gripping him like that pushed him over the edge, his hips stuttered as he shouted his cum deep into your pussy, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth as he emptied himself

Out of breath, he slumped onto the bed next to you, astonished that "just" that had drained him of so much energy

Looking up at the ceiling above him, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He pulled you closer

As he brushed some hair out of your face you hummed happily, totally relaxed in his arms

You were both happy and proud to have shared this with each other

And little did you know that Madara still wanted to share with you... and you too for that matter

Hashirama Senju :

You can't tell me otherwise, this guy is a virgin for sure

You guys were kissing on the couch while watching a movie after a heated scene appeared on the screen

You soon found yourself on his lap, kissing him languorously

Realizing he was hard under you, you couldn't help but ground your hips on his. His hands shouted on your hips, gripping them firmly as you continued your motion

"Hashirama" when his name came out of your mouth like this he didn't know what he was doing as he carried you, your legs wrapping around his waist, looking for the nearest bed to set you on

Once you were lying on top of him he freezed, in fact he didn't really know what he should do. Well he knew at some point he'd have to put it in but beside that nothing

Oh no wait my bad, he'd once heard people in a corridor talking and one had said he went down on his girlfriend, so maybe...

He put his hand on the hem of your pants and looked at you with a questioning look "Is this okay ?" he knew it was your first time and wanted to do the best for you even with his lack of experience

Your nod prompted him to pull down your pants, followed by your panties. He froze a second time when he saw your pussy glistening. Now he was sure he was going to lick this clean

And just like that he leaned in, his face now between your legs before he licked a long strip on your pussy, making your breath hitch in your throat

"You taste so good" he said in a husky voice, feeling the space in his pants get tighter and tighter

He was trying to get as much of your essence with his tongue which made him put it in your hole, making you arch your back while your legs working by themselves, wrapped around his head and pulled him closer

He groaned, sending vibration throughout your cunt and he kept licking and sucking until you came. It's only when his face was glistening with your juices and your pussy was clean that he undressed and removed the rest of your clothes himself

His eyes widened at the sight of your breasts, his mouth coming to suck on them instictively

Once back between your legs, he couldn't resist tapping his hard cock against your pussy, making you squirm even more in the process

He easily sank in, despite his size, and he owes it all to his incredible preparation

"Please" you said coming out of your dazed state and for a second he though "Please what ?" before remembering he was about to fuck you and take your virginity and get rid of his own

So he started moving - a bit to fast - but you could hold on. Your body began to move in harmony with his, your bodies melding into each other

You were so tight around him you could feel every inch of his cock. It was too much and the more he moved inside you, the tighter your grip on his arms was

Hashirama for his part drank every squeak that came out of your mouth. He didn't know why it turned him on so much, why it made him twitch like that inside you.But it just felt right to

When he was close to finishing, his head instinctively came to nestle in your neck, biting the tender skin there. From there you could hear the little moans that escaped his lips

The weight of her body pressed against yours as her hips worked to experience the sweet sensation that until now only his hand had provided

And finally his sensitive cock touched a spot inside you making you near your own release gripping even harder on his shoulders

"Y/n can I come ugh inside please ?" he asked you breathlessly, he couldn't hold back anymore

"Yes ! Yes !" you moaned in his ear and with that he released himself with hot ropes of cum inside of your tight cunt making you fall over the edge with him, when you felt him fill you up

And then he felt all his strength leave his body, his body slumped on top of yours his arms could no longer support his weight on top of you, sinking a little into you in the process, making you both shudder

He still tried to support his weight for fear of crushing you but you grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you, sweaty body pressed together, his previously tied-up hair coming out of his hairstyle

"You were amazing peanut" he said in a husky voice

"No you were" you replied

"No you, did you know how could it felt"

"No you, did you know how good you made me feel ?"

Your playful banter continued like this for a little while, his dick was still inside of you. Both your chuckles filling the room... until his dick gets hard again and he wants to go at it again. Not that you'd mind

Tobirama Senju :

Another virgin. His behavior doesn't make me think he's already had someone

Anyway, you were at home, having agreed to spend your day off together - after you'd been begging him for days !

The tension was palpable from the moment you closed the door, he realized you were alone and you sat down on the sofa next to him after putting some sweets on the table

The more he looked into your eyes, the harder it became to swallow the lump in his throat. Even he realized it wasn't like him

His red eyes pierced yours every time they met

And without even realizing it, his hand had landed on your thigh

"Tobirama are you feeling alright" at your question his hand tightened its grip. Your eyes alternated between his eyes and lips, and suddenly your lips crashed against his, in a clash of tongues and teeth

The kiss left you breathless, as if your boyfriend were trying to conjure up all the love and unspoken desires he felt for you that he'd kept to himself

His look was surprised as if he didn't know what had just happened "I-"

"Show me" your words made something click in his head - and in his whole body, he suddenly felt warm and kinda itchy

Everything then went very fast and in no time he had you under him on the bed before coming to his senses a little "Do you need anything for..." he said his words trailing "In the nightstand" you said

He shifted off you and grabbed a lube - yes, he suspected this was going to happen at some point and wanted to be in control when it did, Tobirama style, at least now he's ready

He proceeded to throw your clothes around the 4 corners of the room before putting some lube in his hand and coming back to kiss you while he smeared some on his cock

He almost grunted into your mouth not thinking his dick would be that sensitive in this situation. Then he took some more lube and spread it on your pussy, mixing it with the wetness that had already pooled there, this time it was you who moaned into his mouth

He moved his hard cock closer to your cunt, sending you a look to make sure this was what you wanted. When he saw you wiggling your hips at him all those doubts were dispelled

He slowly sank into you, the lube doing its job perfectly, sparing you any pain. He knew it was your first time and he had no desire to make you feel any discomfort

Once he was fully inside of you, he waited for you to adjust to his size. He leaned over and kissed your forehead sweetly, a way of showing you that he was still there supporting you "I'll wait until you tell me"

You nuzzled your face in his neck, living off the attention and love he was showing you, being something he found hard to handle most of the time

"I think that's good now"

"You're sure I don't want to cause any p-" he said, his gaze full of care

You rolled your hips towards him to show him you meant it, and with that he began to move gently

Pleasure was a bliss but also a hell, Tobirama just wanted to let the sounds escape his mouth, especially when he started hearing yours. Your nails clawing at his back didn't make it easy

But he was having trouble showing his sensitivity, so for now he was doing his best to keep them from slipping out

His hips continued to work as he kissed your breasts, neck and lips. He brought his hand to your crotch to rub his thumb over your clitoris - thanks to the research he'd done on the subject beforehand

When he felt you clench harshly around him, he couldn't help but growl in a deep voice, his rhythm increasing considerably

He waited for you to cum first before falling off the edge with you, biting your shoulder to suppress the noises

As he was about to pull out you wrapped your arms around his neck "Will you stay inside, I want to feel you close to me"

To your surprise, he agreed, a marked flush of red settling on his cheeks

He who thought he couldn't look you in the eye after that, discovered a second nature as he embraced some of that sensitivity in your arms as your breaths calmed, his cock still inside you

It made you feel privileged and he felt the same about you

Suddenly your giggle brought him out of his relaxed state, for a second he was afraid of what you were going to say, self consciousness creeping inside of him

"Finally ! It took you some time but it was really worth it"

A smile came over his face as he held you impossibly closer before adding, as if he were issuing a challenge, "And this is just the first time"

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧇🥞 Again my requests are open 🍰🍝

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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bakubunny · 1 month

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Aizawa x bunny!nd!reader

Reader is a Netherland Dwarf Rabbit

TW: hybrid reader, bondage, pet names, and size kink

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Here's some brain rotting smut 😵‍💫

Aizawza came home with a lot more energy than usual and he came up behind you. You had decided to just wear an apron as you cooked because your clothing was getting too uncomfortable like they did most days. Your cute little cotton tail wags from how good the food you're cooking smells which makes Aizawa grab it to use as a stress ball and get you in the mood. It's been a while since you two were last intimate together.

"Let me finish cooking," You whine as you stamp one foot to show that you need to finish cooking.

That only fuels his desire even more and he growls in your ear, "Dinner can wait baby bunny."

You are practicing melting from his words, his hand on your tail, and his scent. You turn the stove off just in time because he picks you up bridal style and brings you to bed as he leaves your apron in the hallway. He lays you on the bed before getting undressed leaving his binding cloth in its place in case you start leaving marks that his brats, I mean students, can see.

He starts out slow by kissing you sensually and gently. You hold onto his binding cloth and hair already melting as the kisses get more passionate and needy.

"Fuck, bunny. I need to be inside of you," he growls in your ear.

You squeak as you grind against his thigh in a needy manner, which makes him flip you onto your stomach, so he can watch your pretty little cotton tail and relish how small you are compared to him.

"You okay baby bunny?" He asks in the sweetest concerned voice that is reserved just for you.

You nod pressing your tight drooling pussy against his cock making him groan. He decides to tie you up after getting consent (consent is very important kids). He starts fingering you with one finger making you gasp, you are wet enough to take his cock but he cares too much to not prep you. He slowly adds a second finger after a few minutes of fingering you with just one finger. You are already a moaning and whimpering mess just from his fingers.

When he thinks that you're ready for his cock he pulls his fingers out of you making you whine until you are filled inch by antagonizing inch. He makes sure that you are okay before starting to thrust into you as if he is a male bunny trying to breed you making you moan loudly.

"Daddy!" You cry out as she cum on his cock with your tail wagging.

He groans as he pulls at your ears, "Such a good baby bunny for me."

After countless orgasms from both you and Aizawa, you are overstimulated and clawing him. He immediately takes the hint and pulls out of you. Him being the sweet owner he is takes you to the bathroom and starts a nice warm bath for you.

While you are in the tub he finishes cooking the dinner you had started and puts new sheets on the bed. He also leaves an after morning pill at your seat in case you don't want kids yet.

(I lost motivation because I am exhausted and no I don't care that I'm not an anon lol. Feel free to add on if you want)

got my moots writing the kind of stuff into smut that feels too self indulgent when i do it. i’m not dizzy everything is FINE okay? 🥴

#baby bunny is #that’s unfair #i need this man more than my own existence #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #x reader #tw hybrids #tw daddy kink #🐺#💖#asks

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lying-on-floors · 5 months

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I always feel super guilty when I believe my friends don't like me anymore or that they hate me because they don't respond to my messages or posts. My rejection sensitive dysphoria just does not allow the rationalization to take hold, so I tell myself, "they hate me" or "they find me annoying" and other stuff that I just know is not true. Or at least I hope isn't true, because I only have three friends, as it's really hard for me to form and maintain friendships, despite having good social skills, and I think it has a lot to do with my social skills making up a large part of my neurodivergent mask.

I was really bad at making friends, or even getting people to like me, when I was little, and one of the biggest contributing factors was my neurodivergence, so, growing up, I observed what was considered acceptable from my well-liked classmates, and copied them. Eventually, as I grew older, and entered more "mature" spaces, I formed a very "eloquent" and "intelligent" way of speaking. In my junior and senior year of highschool, I was often paired with new kids, because I had the ability to make them feel comfortable. In fact, I had the ability to make anyone I was paired with comfortable, because number one, I made a conscious effort to make sure people around me were comfortable, to make sure they felt heard, because I know what it's like to be ignored and uncomfortable in a new space. Reason two, the mask I had cultivated was extremely likeable, as I fine-tuned all the positive traits that I already had, such as inquisitiveness, charisma, organization and empathy, making me a fit leader. I also was also told that I was "amazing at presentations and public speaking," as if everything about me hasn't been carefully crafted over my lifetime.

So, if I drop my mask around someone, I fear I will be rejected, which has happened before. So when I do drop my mask, it is a very intimate and terrifying thing for me, and I feel that my friends don't like me anymore, because I'm not the "me" they knew in school.

Sorry for the rant but I need to book a therapy appointment but it is so fucking nerve wrecking, so Tumblr is my personal diary right now.

#lgbtqiia+#neurodivergent #adhd #autism #audhd #neurodivergent masking #masking #nonbinary #asexual #aromantic #neurodiversity #neurodiverse stuff #actually autistic #actually adhd #actually audhd #queer

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ineffectualdemon · 11 months

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I don't think saying "why would any adult want to be friends with a kid? What could they possibly have in common?" Is helpful when talking about concerns about grooming

Not only because cross generational relationships are not inherently bad or predatory

(the one bad example I gave on my other post doesn't cancel out all the really wonderful adults who made me feel safe as a teenager)

But because it's disingenuous

What could an adult possibly have in common with a teenager?

Well:

They like the same shows

The same music

The same books

The same YouTubers

They do the same crafts

Art styles

Other hobbies

They do the same sport (archery, martial arts, etc)

It's not bad to be friendly and have friendships with people who share your interests and hobbies even if they are in another generation

Thats how skills get passed on to new generations. This is a positive thing!

But that's also the reason this:

"why would any adult want to be friends with a kid? What could they possibly have in common?"

Isn't helpful

Because kids know what they have in common with the adult they are friends with so it must be a combination of common interest + they ARE as mature as their new friend says and it all feeds into the grooming talk the adult is using on them

Most of the adults who have friendships with teens are very aware that they are adults and have a firm line that they will not cross and will in fact tell the kids how to protect themselves better. These are adults to choose to engage with teens to teach and be friends in the very careful distant way that you are with somebody else's child. They are there to have fun, impart some wisdom, and feel like a proud mentor and make sure everyone is safe.

Not to say the teens are lesser as the learning goes both ways. Teens are young but there is a saying about fresh eyes being helpful. Kids are not stupid and I have learned a lot from just my teenager. Teens are worth listening to

In those friendships the adult has a responsibility but they can be a vital resource and help for teens who aren't getting any support from home

(there are also adults who are not choosing to engage with you and you can't be angry at people swearing and telling raunchy jokes at their table that you weren't invited to when you're the one who walked over and they already told you to go away. And sometimes the Mentor/Friend person will be at that table and tell you to go away as well and you need to listen.)

But the ones who are shady can easily counteract that message because they are in private messages talking about things they absolutely shouldn't and then saying how mature you are to prevent you from expressing how uncomfortable you are

They will keep pressing your boundaries to make you give me and they will encourage you to keep it a secret

Teenagers

It's not bad to have friends who are adults and it is perfectly ok to have people older than you in your life. You add value to these relationships and it's good for both generations to communicate and learn from each other

But: if someone is telling you deeply personal intimate stuff that makes you uncomfortable or asks you questions about your body or sex life but you don't feel able to tell them that, or suggest you keep the friendship or chats a secret and go on to praise your maturity - that's not okay

That's shady as hell

A real friend whose an adult will keep things in the open and would never suggest you keep your chats secret and if they did say something to make you uncomfortable (we're all fallible) they will apologise and make sure to not do that in the future. But they have to actually not do it in the future

#intergenerational friendships #friendships #tw grooming #psa

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ghostgirl101 · 11 months

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hey, i really like ur writing and idk if ur working on something rn but when you can and if you want to, could you possibly write some ben drowned x reader kissing headcanons? (only if u r comfortable w/ that ofc!) ur literally my favorite writer on this app nd i literally read everything u post lol so even if u don’t do this ty anyway and have a nice day/night and take care of urself!!🩷

Kissing BEN Drowned Would Be Like This:

A/N: Sure, I'm comfortable with that; this is kind of a whole affection headcanon thing, which I've only just realised now I'm reading it over 🙃 I'm glad you like my writing, hope you enjoy this one, take care of yourself too 😀 Also, should I start making a taglist for my creepypasta posts? If you're interested, let me know.

🎮• So. If you're expecting BEN to be an absolute gentleman who asks for your permission before giving you any form of affection, or is a bit bashful to initiate it...

🎮• Haha. Sorry.

🎮• I mean, he'd never push your boundaries or deliberately make you feel uncomfortable when you guys are being intimate somehow, but he's not gonna be shy about it. That's because it takes a bit of time for him to warm up to the idea of physically coming out of the screen and materializing himself enough for you to hug him and everything safely, without getting electrocuted or whatever.

🎮• Another factor is that after all he's been through, the idea of letting himself be that vulnerable around people is a bit of a daunting one, even if it's you, someone who he's learned to trust and get close to until it gets to this point.

🎮• So, well done to you, for earning the ultimate sign of trust from this maniac virus boy. Chances are that after you hint at wanting to be able to kiss him or something, he's gonna act all teasing and dismissive about it, but what you don't know is that the thought stays in his mind after you've finished up on the computer and gone to bed. He watches you silently from the camera on your open screen (that he's insisted you keep open for him to check in on you) and lets the idea of it grow into a nice, tempting one.

🎮• So get ready for yet another burst of an adrenaline rush as BEN gives you the scare of your life when he comes crawling out of the screen as you wake up in the morning, scattering your desk trinkets and stuff all over the place in the process. BEN has very pale blonde hair in his humanish form, almost white, and even paler skin, with empty black and red eyes, sometimes glitchy... you probably know already. BEN's eyes bleed lightly even when he's not upset, but seem to gush blood when he is. But even with the whole horrifying appearance, somehow, he manages to make himself look handsome. Don't tell him, though, or he'll tease you about it and probably won't ever forget it.

🎮• When you get over the initial shock of him literally just spawning into your room, he stays completely indifferent, if not a bit amused, because isn't this what you wanted? It's not like he bites. Unless you're into that sort of thing.

🎮• BEN is a bit apprehensive at first, because, let's be real, you're his first kiss. His life was twisted into an electronic form when he was really young, and so human touch is almost a completely foreign experience to him at this point, so he will start slow. He might flinch a couple of times, but dismisses it and tells you to go on, that he wants to get used to it. And he does.

🎮• When he does, that's when you've got his chaotic bursts of affection energy to deal with. He loves catching you off guard; you could be doing anything, working or hanging around or whatever, and then he's suddenly there behind you, and you get the tiniest of electric shocks as BEN grabs you effortlessly and refuses to let go for a solid five minutes while you fidget in his glitching but strong arms and glare at him.

🎮• The first thing you'll end up doing is hugging, because he likes the feel of being close in somebody's arms in a way he didn't think he could be before. You're warm and he's consistently cold, leading to you having to slap at his hands when he slides a hand down your back or something bratty just to make you squeal and shiver. They draw out into cuddle sessions, another thing he likes, and will ultimately go soft over. There have been many times when you've managed to fall asleep in BEN's arms, and that's one of the rare times where he'll let all his guard down and fiddle with your hair or play with your jewelry or just stare at you with a newfound feeling of protectiveness and fondness.

🎮• Now for the actual kissing part 🙃 I need to say that it really isn't a first "kiss." It's the first of many long makeout sessions, because BEN will drag it out as much as he can, and then stop abruptly when you least expect it, just to be a tease and wanting more. I see it happening when you're rambling about something or other, and he's out in the real world instead of in a screen, when you realize that your faces are inches apart, and he has a blank, frustrating unreadable look on his face.

🎮• And, before you can say anything, he'll take the plunge before he can think about it any more, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, but waiting for you to accept it and move in too. It starts off surprisingly soft and sweet, until BEN starts getting addicted to the new, intimate sensation, and tries deepening it. Then it's less sweet and more intense, and (sorry for the cliche lol) electric. He tastes kind of appley, and his lips are cold and soft. BEN will carry on going, further and further, to the point of you ending up breathless and him pulling away with a stunned look on his face. That look morphs into his usual mischievous smirk after he recovers in a few moments, and he raises a brow in amusement at your wide eyes and swollen lips, probably with a snarky little "Not bad."

🎮• After you've done it once, you're gonna end up doing it a whole lot more. There are hardly ever any proper warnings apart from BEN gradually moving in closer and being more teasing and flirty, or on sadder days where painful memories of the past come creeping back to haunt him, a source of comfort and reminder that he's still here and has another reason to be alive and basically immortal. It's not just to drive people to insanity and infect their systems with disturbing things until they crack, or whatever other motives he has. Now, there's you, someone who he's decided he needs to look out for and be with in any possible way.

🎮• Like I said, kissing BEN Drowned usually ends in suggestive makeout sessions and the like, because that's just BEN all over. But they're one way he's discovered he can show he cares, and so he'll keep doing it if you want him to, without any hesitation. Realistically, the boy is beyond touch starved, and so that all pours into the affections he gives you. To anyone else, he's a twisted, demon-like boy who makes peoples' lives hell by getting into their heads through ways they can't control, but to you and you only, he'll let himself become more and more vulnerable, until you see that really, he still was and is Ben.

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 6 months

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NFSW Alphabet- Sam Winchester

Warning: Smut, 18+, language

A/n: I know this one isn't super good but since I'm not as into Sam as I am Dean it's harder for me to write sexy stuff about Sam. But I promise I'll try and get better for all my Sam girlies out there:)

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

Sam would cuddle for a few minutes and play with your hair before getting up to clean you off and bring you anything you need. You are always his first priority

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

I feel like Sam would be really really proud of his hands because they are so big, he can pleasure you well

I feel like Sam would be the type to really love grabbing at his partners waist and hips and tracing the curves on their body

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

You and Sam aren't ready to settle down and have kids yet so he loves cuming on your boobs or in your mouth

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

Sam secretly likes that you're not as experiences as he is so he can teach you new things

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

While Sam isn't as experienced as Dean he definitely knows how to pleasure you and can make you scream so much you lose your voice

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like Sam would be a missionary kind of guy because he enjoys being intimate and close to you, but when it comes to angry or jealous sex his favorite position is doggy

F = Foreplay(how much time do they take pleasing you, teasing, etc) (I haven't actually seen anyone do this and I think it's a fun one to add:)

Sam would want to be pleasured first so he could take his time on you and he would start by fingering you and making you cum and then he would get to the main event

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

Sam can be either goofy or serious depending on what was happening before you guys started having sex

He'd be goofy if you guys were play fighting or just being silly together before

He'd be serious if he was jealous or just wanted to make you feel loved

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

Sam is literally as bald as it can get

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

Sam definitely is the kind of guy to always be checking on you during sex and making sure that you feel good and he's not doing anything to make you uncomfortable. He loves being close to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sam doesn't really jack off a lot he prefers anything he does to be with you but if he's out on a hunt away from you and he's really desperate he will and he'll usually call you and ask for your help:)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sam LOVES pulling your hair and letting you know he has control

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sam is very private when it comes to sex so he prefers in his room at the bunker or if you to have a motel room to yourselves

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

Whenever you are in one of his shirts and some shorts and just sitting with him doing research and drinking coffee

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

Anything that would hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable

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

Sam loves receiving head he likes encouraging you to take more of him each time you give him head

He will give you head but he prefers using his fingers because they're long and can make you feel better

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

Sam likes more sensual and sweet moments with you where you guys can just take your time and enjoy each others company

If you guys have to be quick though he knows fast and rough will make you guys finish quicker

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

Sam doesn't like quickies because he would rather take his time and be able to just enjoy it with you

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

He will try anything that you guys agree on

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

Sam can usually last about 3 rounds but he makes sure you cum before him most times or together

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

I feel like Sam wouldn't be into toys cause he's not super kinky and he wants to be the one making you feel good

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I feel like Sam would tease by going really slow so it feels like he's torturing you until you had begged him long enough to fully pleasure you

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

I feel like Sam is very vocal but he likes to be quiet and shy about it. He's only loud enough so you can hear him and know it's only you making him feel this way

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

Sam likes doing food / desert play with you before sex

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

I mean have you seen how tall this man is!! He is definitely as big as you imagine it would be

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

Sam doesn't have a super high sex drive, he would ideally have sex with you 3-4 times a week because when you guys are on hunts it's hard for him to focus on anything besides the job so he needs to wait for when you guys have down time so he can give you his full attention

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sam would fall asleep after you fell asleep, he likes watching you sleep because you're just so peaceful and beautiful it gives him more time to look at you

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mountainficss · 3 months

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i’m really obsessed with your writing!!! you’re sooo good <333 i was wondering if you had any thoughts on vernon? 🤭

hi there, anon! hope you’re doing well today <333 thank you soo much for reading my writing and sending me a submission, it means the world to me <3 i apologize for not responding sooner! i had some assignments i had to work on today smh.

i’m glad you asked because i was just thinking about vernon the other day! i was wondering what type of person he’d be in a more intimate relationship. he seems like such a wild card to me.

vernon is such a quiet sweetheart. i feel like vernon would be a very protective person. not a possessive type of protective per se, just more of a “i love you so i’m gonna step in when i feel like it’s necessary” type of protective. so if he sees someone attempting to talk to you and you’re visibly uncomfortable that’s a no-go for him. he can always tell when you’re not comfortable or happy. he won’t ever be rude about it he’ll just kind of interject and whisk you away claiming that it’s urgent. he just can’t bear seeing you in situations where you’re not comfortable. i also see vernon being a quality time type of person, i feel like he’d literally be attached to you at the hip. like you’re gonna go get groceries? vernon’s coming and throwing random stuff in the cart. you’re gonna go shopping just for funsies? vernon’s tagging along and giving you things to try on in the fitting room. i feel like he’d just enjoy being around you even if you’re just running boring errands. he’d make boring trips fun for sure because that boy is funny 😭 he makes me laugh i’m telling you lmfao.

now as for the bedroom…

i’m still kind of stumped by this because again vernon is like a wild card to me! i feel like vernon would be a big pleaser and would just be down for whatever you like or want to try. so i’m thinking vernon is a bit of a switch. if you want him to fuck you into the mattress so hard you can’t walk tomorrow he’d happily do that for you. but if you want him to just lay down and look pretty while you ride him and run your fingers through his hair he’d also happily do that for you. as a dom i can’t see vernon being anything but sweet to you. he’d live to serve and would fuck you in whatever position you want. you’d definitely be his little pillow princess and he loves it that way <3 he’d always put your needs first and would make you cum once or twice before he even fucks you. would press little pecks to your face as he fucks you slowly, studying your cute expressions and always making sure you feel good. as a sub i think he’d be very obedient. i don’t think he’d ever feel the need to act out or disobey. would be very very good at following orders because he knows in return you’ll give him the best orgasms of his life. he’d make the cutest little sounds as you pleasure him, would be a little bit more vocal compared to when he’s domming but still kind of quiet. he’d probably be okay with trying anything at least once but i have a feeling he’d enjoy some light bondage. i think he’d like it when you grab both of his wrists with one hand and pin them above his head while you pleasure him. knowing that you have complete control over his movements would turn him on. probably would like cuffs or rope too 👀 overall just a very thoughtful lover. i looove cutie vernon so much <333

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Idk if you've done this before but how would like the re8 woman react to period sex or menstrual sex because I somehow think that the dimitrescu's would be in for it (if you want to do it, if you don't or if it bothers you then it's okay 👀)

18+ Minors DNI

I only write gender-neutral reader, but I’m just going to write about the ladies having their period and head canons about that! Personally, I love period sex. I’ve definitely gotten very excited when past girlfriends were menstruating XD Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina is all for menstrual sex. She’s so sensitive like this. Every nerve ending is on fire as you satisfy her.

While the bleeding is an annoyance in daily life… It kind of evens out because of how much fun the two of you can have when she’s menstruating.

Sometimes, Alcina will call out for you to stop if she has a cramp, but usually that’s not an issue.

The feeling of being seen like this is so precious to Alcina. She wouldn’t do this with anybody else.

Donna:

Early on into your relationship, Donna would all but lock herself in her room for four days when she had her period. She’s just really embarrassed. (She shouldn’t be, but she can’t seem to tell her brain that.)

One morning, you both wake up at around the same time. Donna however, looks very uncomfortable as she sits up.

You ask what’s wrong and she bursts into tears. “I… I think I bled all over my side.” She weeps.

Once you realize that she’s not hurt, you hug her and reassure her. She’s so cute.

She… Eventually warms up to menstrual sex, but she needs a lot of encouragement.

Miranda:

Miranda is a scientist. There’s really no bodily function that grosses her out.

Talking about menstruation, though? People considered it taboo when she was growing up.

Miranda does her best to keep all information about her cycle to herself and won’t even tell you when she has her period.

But, you have ways to get her to talk about it… One day, she finds you laughing hysterically in the bathroom.

“What is-” Miranda stops abruptly when she sees… A tampon? Hanging out of your nose?

You play dumb. “What are these, Miranda?” You ask.

Miranda is thoroughly flustered. “Th-they’re tampons, Y/N! Give that to me at once!” She shrieks, ashamed. She pulls the string to get it out of your nose.

You grin. You just wanted to hear her say “Tampon” out loud. Miranda’s still not having period sex, though.

Bela:

I hc that Bela has horrible cramps. She is in no mood to get frisky with you, like this. However… The week before her period starts, she is ready to let you have at her. She’s so sensitive.

Bela sometimes forgets that her period is imminent (She’s got a lot of other stuff to worry about). One day, she wakes up covered in blood (But, not in the way she likes XD)

She is so embarrassed and holds her face in her hands. She cries softly.

You hear Bela stirring and you wake up. “Bela, what’s wrong?” You ask her.

“I… Forgot about my period! I bled everywhere!” She weeps.

Poor Bela. You get her cleaned up and the sheets changed before you snuggle up with her.

Bela is so grateful to have you.

Cassandra:

Cass is even more unhinged when she has her period. Her sexual appetite increases immediately.

The thought of you eating her out like this… Does something to her.

Cass does feel a little sluggish when it comes to her daily routine, though.

She also eats a few more maidens than usual too.

However, as much as Cass is all too eager to have sex like this, you better not bring up her period in general conversation. For some reason, it makes her very bashful. Even though… You two are literally doing the most intimate act and making her period a focal point.

She’s a hard woman to understand.

Dani:

Dani is all for menstrual sex. Hey, sharing is caring, you know?

She’s downright feral sometimes. Her body is craving release and you give it to her.

It’s cute when she begs for junk food. However, if she asks you to get her a snack, you better be quick about it. She’ll break down and cry. Not that this is particularly unusual outside of her period.

Dani loves how easily your fingers and tongue slide into her when she’s bleeding. It’s like natural lube.

If Dani accidentally bleeds on the bed as she sleeps, you immediately clean her up and change the sheets. You don’t want her to feel badly.

You just became even more hot in her eyes.

Note: I’m a degenerate, I admit it XD

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