#but until then all these headcanons and ideas are gonna swirl around in my head til i put it down on paper

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sorta wanna try my hand at fanfiction sorta don’t hmm

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KaySun 🔞 headcanon fics 🖤

Some casual KaySun headcanon smut I wrote because I’m delusional. Read at your own risk! I don’t have the time nor the plot idea to make a full-on fic and I just remembered I used to write short-form / bullet point stories on here, years ago, and I enjoyed the non-committal format.

First of all, Suna is not conservative since we saw how she used to excitedly talk about halvets with Seyran…it’s horrible foot fetish man who gave Suna the trauma (which she got over during her first night with Kaya). I talked about this with @/academyofbrokenhearts and we both agreed Suna is not conservative, just repressed!!! There is a difference! Also, she is a product of the environment she grew up in (like with a father as terrible as Kazım in Gaziantep, no wonder the Şanlı sisters dressed like old ladies back then).

And now, I personally believe Suna WANTED to have a good first night with her husband, not just to get over her trauma, but because 1) As she told Kaya, she didn’t want their marriage to be defined by fake formalities, 2) she has had enough of the evil men in her life defining her, and 3) She was just…horny…scared and traumatized, but horny…very willing too because consent is important and both of them wanted eo and both of them wanted to feel wanted by eo. Chile anyway Kaya definitely wants his wife and he can help her with everything! I choose to believe both of them have a great sex life together despite them both trying to figure their lives out. (Let’s forget that as of writing, they’ve only been married for like 4 days haha).

First, yes, Kaya eats Suna out. I think that’s obvious. And Suna gives him head too eventually aurrr 😭😭😭

I’m gonna be honest, Kaya loves pleasuring Suna, he eats her out every chance he gets (so long as she’s willing, of course).

Suna is shy at first but he tells her to let go and just enjoy it…and she does! Yes there is a lot of tongue but I won’t get into that because that deserves privacy.

Suna won’t always admit how good it feels, but when Kaya is between her legs she grasps their sheets until her knuckles turn white, and she calls out his name,

…so Kaya is satisfied and can sort of tell she’s having a great time, anyway.

Also, my headcanon is Kaya personally doesn’t mind if Suna has a bit of a bush down there (he’s open-minded like that)—

But our girl Suna is so neat, she keeps everything down there clean and completely hairless because that’s just part of her new rich girl aesthetic 💅🏻—brows shaped, lashes filled, and every inch of her skin smooth and well-oiled like butter. Honestly so slay of her.

Yes, Suna also ends up giving head to Kaya for the first time. 😭

Suna has never given head in her life but she’s so grateful to Kaya that she wants to make him feel good for a change.

She’s hella scared though, so she tries to Google how and she reads a bit before stopping herself 😭

(and she has mortifyingly invasive thoughts about scraping him by accident with her teeth)…

One night though as they’re kissing she just goes for the jugular, she tells Kaya she wants to do something for him for a change.

He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything because he’s confused, even while Suna is putting her hair in a ponytail.

It isn’t until she kneels down and starts pulling down his pants that his eyes widen.

“Are you sure, Suna? You don’t have to—”

“No, I want to do it for you for a change.”

“But—” “Do you not want me to?”

“I…I never said that.”

It goes better than Suna expects, because while Kaya is pretty big in terms of girth, he’s not too gigantic, and she closes her mouth over him without much difficulty.

Kaya is a gentleman and vvv supportive sooo he actually encourages her when she’s doing it 🫶��

He also closes his eyes and tells her how good it feels, because holy crap it does feel amazing !

Honestly, this makes Suna feel better and more at ease with using her tongue and swirling it around when she’s sucking him off ~

At some point she stops and looks up and asks him innocently if she’s doing alright, and he immediately gets frustrated and says yes, please just continue!!!

So she laughs to herself and does just that.

And yes, it feels so good that later on Kaya can’t hold it much longer and tells her so.

And he comes in her mouth. Hard.

And Suna is a bit surprised by the sensation but with a lot of effort she manages to swallow most of it, except for a bit that stays on her mouth and drips down to the ground.

Everything is a bit too salty and her cheeks were kind of painfully full…but she kind of enjoys it and the look on Kaya’s face + knowing the effect she has on him?

Kaya is apologetic and a tad bit embarrassed but he also finds what Suna is doing so hot:

She’s dabbing away what remains of it from her lips with her hands, looking at it curiously as it drips down stickily from her well-manicured fingers.

Kaya’s about to say something, maybe say sorry(?), that was too much, but she throws her hands around him and starts kissing him, so he just sorts of…melts away…

But wait, there’s more.

It affects him a lot, because one time when Suna accidentally drops the beads of Kaya’s prayer bracelet again and she’s on her knees on the ground just like then picking up the pieces, Kaya does get a boner—

He prays she doesn’t notice it, but she eventually does, and he’s embarrassed but she’s deeply pleased (again, knowing the effect she has on him)—

So she locks the door behind them and helps him out.

Other stuff!

Everyone probably thinks Suna is the dom but GUYS. She is not.

She probably enjoys going on top and riding him, and Kaya loves the view as well (plus being the “sub” once in a blue moon) but at the end of the day she just wants Kaya to take the lead in their relationship—

(And I know what y’all are thinking—isn’t Kaya the malewife here? Isn’t Suna the strong woman in the relationship…guys, here’s the thing, he may seem under her irl but in the bedroom it’s a different story. That’s how the dynamic is usually with powerful women lmfao they don’t always want to lead, and if you don’t believe me, look at this interview of Rihanna saying she’s a bottom and that she wants to be disrespected and then read the Twitter discourse agreeing with her and explaining the psychology behind it.) 😃😃😃

Also Kaya takes birth control as his responsibility very seriously. He thinks it’s his duty as a man—

He disapproves of birth control pills because he knows that they mess with your hormones and he never wants Suna to experience that wtf!

So he’s just extra-careful with using condoms, and Suna does her part with the counting method too, if ever …

Because of course, there are very rare instances wherein they slip up in the moment and forget, so there is a Plan B morning after-pill going on in those times.

At one point, Suna brings up getting an IUD, but Kaya shuts it down immediately— “No way are they cutting up skin and embedding something in my wife. I’ll wear the condom.”

I do think they have a very fun sex life and they do it semi-frequently, like that meme “until the window fogs up…” blah blah, but guys—

Suna tried that, and while she did enjoy getting slutted out by Kaya, and while she did liked how warm she felt when he came inside her…

God did she feel sticky after a couple of rounds, with all that sweat and his cum running down her legs. She needed to take a shower, stat lmao—(Suna is neat as hell guys wahaha)

So they decided to stick with condoms and a few rounds at a time only. (Sex is tiring, KaySun can get freaky but I honestly think they need a good night’s sleep if they want to successfully get their revenge and function as regular humans in society lmfao).

Besides that, I do think they try a variety of positions. Mostly I imagine they would like missionary the most and cowgirl sometimes.

Have they ever tried the 69 oral style? Probably they have…I honestly can’t see them not wanting to do it, but I do think they’ll find it a bit inconvenient lmao.

They have tried doggy style, but Kaya isn’t impressed. Like do you think he would enjoy fcking his wife if he can’t see her beautiful face 🥲

I do think there will come a point where they take a small couple’s vacation in a log cabin somewhere with a lot of beautiful snow and trees, and he’ll just fck her from behind while she’s bent over a table. But honestly—not his favorite position! #LetKayaSeeSuna!

First night…(?)

First night fics are very common already, so I’m not sure what to add to it, but…

I do think Kaya is amazingly gentle. I do believe he tried to use his fingers to get her comfortable first.

He definitely held back as much as he could and encouraged Suna to relax and trust him.

He’s probably aware that she’s a virgin so he won’t be rough with her.

He’s doubly aware she has had some trauma so he won’t do anything too harsh to her too, and he looks at her for consent at every turn.

Suna is nervous as hell but he makes her feel so good and at ease that by the time he enters her, it’s not the most pleasant feeling, but it isn’t painful either—she doesn’t even bleed!

And okay, she doesn’t come yet but she really enjoys it. They don’t use birth control that first night either so they’re just lucky (and good with counting) that she didn’t end up hamile.

Both of them feel really good and yes they cuddle afterwards!!!!!!!!!! 💞

Fantasies?

Suna definitely has her fair share of fantasies of Kaya having his way with her, lol—

And she tells Kaya she wants this, and he’s just so confused, because consent is a big deal to him and Suna’s fantasies don’t sound very consensual.

But she insists, insists that there are times when he must keep on going even when she’s crying no, because it feels good for her—

“Suna, I would never want to hurt you—” “You won’t be hurting me, Kaya, you’d be making me feel good and fulfilled.”

So they end up agreeing on a safe word.

I do think they end up having angry sex and after-fight sex sometimes (because relationship development and they’re very good at communicating by this point…haha right @/writers?)…

Kaya can get rough and unrelenting, but he always respects her boundaries still. And let’s face it, this is Suna we’re talking about, she definitely wants it rough from Kaya; she probably enjoys it, too.

BUT OF COURSE gentle sex and consent will always be KaySun’s thing! Don’t get me wrong! But they’re both freaky af so they’ll eventually evolve and get rough and they’ll both enjoy it extremely.

I do like to think that the post-nut clarity will make Kaya a bit guilty sometimes for how intense he was with Suna the night before, so in the morning he’ll just go out into the terrace and sit by himself and stare into space in the silence. Suna is used to him being like this by now. (Cackling as I write this).

Now, as for other things:

Period sex: Honestly, I don’t think Kaya would mind. Probably a part of him wants to try it. 💀 But I don’t think Suna would ever allow this to happen lmfao. She would rather die. But Kaya will always buy her chocolates when she’s in a PMS mood, and honestly that sounds so much better.

Shower sex: I’m on the fence about this!!! Honestly I think KaySun both need their alone time in the bathroom to cry about their traumas so it’s not their fave thing to have someone else there, but it does happen and they do enjoy it! (Feel free to correct me). (Bruh I think Kaya will genuinely cry in there when he does it with Suna. Poor man).

That brings us to the topic of comfort sex and again, of course it happens, of course it will always be their thing, whether it’s their past traumas or new challenges in life. I definitely think though it’s not always going to happen—see, Suna has a very nurturing side and a lot of love to give, and the problem was she was never loved by her family. So I like to think that yes, comfort sex happens. But sometimes Kaya just lies in bed with her, listening to her heartbeat, and she strokes his back and plays with his hair, comforting him.

As for all the other stuff, I really don’t know much about bdsm or anything like that…I do think some stuff can happen. However, I honestly don’t see KaySun partaking in anything involving odd costumes, because that’s generally not their thing, since they’re not on that level yet but we’ll never know. I don’t know enough about toys either to know what they will use 🤷🏻‍♀️ they definitely won’t get them delivered since they share a house with the entire Korhan family and a random maid can find it while cleaning and embarrass them. Maybe when they go on honeymoon in London they’ll give it a try. (Head canon is that they’re freakier in London. Idk if Suna will ever enter a sex shop, but I think 50/50 chance that Kaya can convince her haha).

(Also let’s face it, KaySun can get freaky but at the end of the day they are 2 broken souls healing eo, so I guess while they can get rough and while Suna can have fantasies, they’re still relatively very vanilla sometimes…nothing wrong with that—) (But I could be wrong in reading their characters, so if you guys disagree you guys can write your own thing and I would 100% support it).

I do see Suna getting excited to buy lingerie to wear for Kaya though and getting a lot of beauty treatments and doing prep beforehand because she does want to please her man!!! She doesn’t know Kaya would want her anyway. 😂 #LetSunaBeGirly and high maintenance though homegirl deserves it!!!

Finally, I believe that while Kaya has more experience, Suna surprises him more, and he very much enjoys and appreciates it and he tells her so. She’s new to all this but she’s very unsure, and she’s grateful for all his support always and she really does want to do nice things for him. 🫶🏻🥰🥰🥰

Anyway that’s it, bottom line is they have a pretty good and healthy sex life. Kaya and Suna love each other and are endgame. If you made it all the way here, thank you for reading my delusions/ ramblings. 😘🫶🏻

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Jaya Week 2023 Day 5: Dance

So guess what guys, we're now two days behind! Yippee! Gonna do my best to get caught up today, but we'll see what happens. This one was hard at first because I didn't have an idea, and then it hit me, and once I started I couldn't really stop. It was great! Although it did turn out a little spicier than I intended, but I guess that's just what I was in the mood to write today. Oh well! COLE AND VANIA ARE PLATONIC IN THIS BY THE WAY DO NOT TAG AS CONIA OR I WILL COMMIT UNSPEAKABLE ACTS!

Words: 2.3k

TWs: POSSIBLE underage alcohol consumption (I personally headcanon them to be around 21 by Master of the Mountain but just in case), alcohol mention, sex reference (NOTHING explicit but implied), making out, Jay in a suit and Nya in a dress appreciation

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Jay shuffled from his spot in the corner of the large ballroom, watching as dozens of dancers paired up on the floor to perform a gracious waltz. The citizens of Shintaro were more graceful than most of the people he had seen in Ninjago, their alabaster skin shining in the lights of the grand chandelier hanging over their heads. It was the night after they had defeated the Skull Sorceror; Vania’s coronation would be the next morning.

The ballroom itself was beyond gorgeous, just like the rest of the Ivory City. Gold trim wrapped itself in intricate patterns across the walls, creeping up the pillars in the room like glimmering vines. Marble statues stood solemnly at attention in all four corners, each depicting an ancient war hero from Shintaro’s past. Vania had promised Cole to have a statue of his mother commissioned to sit in the grand hall. The floor had been freshly polished, and Jay knew that he would’ve been upset to see the dress shoes scuffing it up if he were one of the workers.

He swirled a glass of punch in his hands; he had promised Nya that he wouldn’t drink until later, not that Jay had been planning on getting wasted. Scanning the room with a careful eye, Jay quickly realized that he and Zane were the only team members in the room at the moment.

Where was everyone else?

Cole jumpscared him from behind, making Jay shout and almost spill his drink all over an older man. The blue ninja apologized profusely before glaring at his best friend.

“Was that really necessary?” Jay grumbled, putting his drink down on the table next to him.

“You know the answer to that,” Cole snickered, and Jay had to remind himself that he was in public. He couldn’t just tackle Cole and start an all-out brawl.

Jay sighed, turning to fully face the earth ninja. “Where did you run off to?”

Shrugging, Cole snatched up Jay’s discarded glass and took a swig. “Vania needed some help with something, why?”

“I haven’t seen Nya in a while,” Jay admitted, taking the glass back after Cole complained about the lack of alcohol. “I’m starting to get worried.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about her. She’s getting ready with Lloyd and Kai,” Cole explained kindly, bumping Jay’s shoulder. “Nya’ll be out soon. Here, come and mingle with me, you always like meeting new people.”

That was a lie, and Jay saw the distraction for what it was, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Jay allowed Cole to whisk him away from his spot against the wall and into the well-dressed crowd.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Sticking as close to Cole’s side as a burr, Jay dutifully did his best to fend off the Shintaroans’ advances. More than a few of the single women on the floor approached him with flirtatious winks and tantilizing grins, all of them asking him in the sweetest tones to dance with them for the night. No one approached Cole, because everyone knew that as soon as Vania was ready and amongst the crowd he would be her dance partner, and no one wanted to upset the new queen.

Jay grimaced when yet another lady tried to attach herself to his arm. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested.”

Huffing, the lady turned away, muttering something about how pretty boys like him shouldn’t be on the floor if they didn’t want to dance. It made Jay’s blood start to boil, and he said something to Cole as the man walked from group to group to exchange pleasantries.

“I just need Nya to get out here, already.” Jay was saying, giving a hard stare to any women who looked his way for too long. Younger him would’ve been ecstatic at all of the attention he was garnering without really considering the implications, but older him was much wiser. And engaged.

“And yet we both know that she’ll have your head if you try to rush her,” Cole said, grabbing up a glass of actual wine and taking a small sip. He must’ve been getting nervous too, Jay noted. Usually he was the best of the human team members at holding off on the liquor. 

“True.” Jay conceded, readjusting his tie around his neck. His blue suit was starting to feel suffocating, and Jay really came to realize that he and Cole were sticking out like sore thumbs with their darker suits in the sea of light creams and beiges, with many of the older folks wearing snow-white. Hopefully they weren’t violating some ancient dress code of Shintaro by not wearing anything in white.

Cole held the glass out to him, and Jay hesitated to take it. “Maybe you just need to loosen up a bit-”

You’re not the one who's taken, Jay thought sourly, but he noticed that Cole’s gaze wasn’t on him anymore. Instead, his onyx eyes were fixated on the other side of the room, unblinking. Jay could see the fondness in his face, and he turned to see what all of the commotion was about.

Vania had made her first appearance of the night, dressed in a flowing white dress with a train long enough to cover the entirety of Jay’s parents’ trailer. Golden thread was weaved throughout, nice complimenting the jewelry she was wearing and the large placeholder crown on her head. Her kind face was caked in makeup, but Jay could only really tell because he did makeup himself. She was breathtaking as she came strolling down the stairs that led to her chambers; maybe not Jay’s kind of breathtaking, but beautiful nonetheless.

“That’s my cue, buddy,” Cole said, looking slightly apologetic, “but hey, there’s a spot over by the punch table if you don’t want anyone to bother you.”

“Of course, because I love the punch table,” Jay griped, but he kinew he was only being difficult because it was just him again. His heart sank a little when Cole walked away, even if Jay knew that being Vania’s dance partner was a much more prestigious position than being with his best friend.  The table wasn’t far, and Jay quickly reclaimed his post on the closest pillar, sipping actual wine this time to try and soothe his nerves.

Watching the people clear the dance floor for the future queen, Jay marvelled at how gracefully his best friend moved; for being the master of arguably the most rigid of their elements, Cole had some of the most fluid movement on the team. The only ones who could truly best him were Jay himself and Nya, but that was mostly because lightning and water granted them natural flow that couldn’t really be bested. Cole also didn’t have the build to take advantage of his flexible movement, having inherited the classic earth elemental body and not the lithe and poise that Lou possessed.

He and Vania made a good pair, Jay had decided as he watched them dance. Their styles complimented each other well, and Cole looked like he was having the time of his life. Jay knew that Cole wasn’t attracted to her and never would be, but he was glad to see the ravenette enjoying himself regardless. It would be good for Cole to finally have some friends outside of the Ninja group.

Suddenly, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Everyone in the room turned to watch the new figure descending down the stairs, and Jay could feel his already unsteady heartbeat speed up upon seeing her.

“Nya!” Vania exclaimed, leaving Cole on the dance floor and rushing to the foot of the stairs to greet the water ninja.

Jay wanted to follow, but his jaw had dropped onto the floor with his feet frozen on the ground. His Yang looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in what must’ve been the only blue dress in Vania’s wardrobe. It was a light and shimmering aqua, the light refracting off of the fabric and making Nya look like she was shining. Her gray heels clicked on the floor when she landed at the bottom of the steps, her hands covered with silken gloves that stretched to her elbows. Her hair was flowing down her back like a waterfall in large ringlets; it was a sight that Jay didn’t get to see very often, but he cherished it every time he did.

Looking past Vania’s shoulder, Nya locked eyes with him, and his heart stuttered from the small smile that graced her lips. Vania noticed, giving Nya a slight smirk as they parted ways, Nya walking towards her Yin and Vania taking Cole’s arm to rejoin him on the dance floor.

Fixing up his tie and putting his hair back into place, Jay suddenly felt very underdressed. He had thought his simple three-piece suit would be enough (it’s not like he had many options anyway), but if Nya was going to start showing him up like that then he might have to up his game.

Walking out to meet her felt like Jay was in a fairytale, the Prince Charming finally meeting Cinderella for the first time. Ignoring the stares of all the ladies who had been hitting on him, Jay stopped in front of Nya, whose heels propped her up to only an inch or so below his line of sight.

He took her outstretched hand and gave it a kiss with a bow. “May I have this dance, my lady?”

Nya pretended to contemplate the question. “I suppose you may, my lovely gentleman.”

“Only yours,” Jay said happily, taking her hand and spinning her around as the music started back up. They were finally going to get to dance!

Playing Dancey Pants had been a great decision, Jay decided as they twirled around the room, mostly because he knew there was no way in the Cursed Realm he would’ve been able to keep up with everyone else otherwise. He vaguely registered Kai and Lloyd coming down the stairs and joining the celebration, in a red and green suit respectively. Kai had made a beeline for Zane on the other side of the room, offering to dance with him so the nindroid wouldn’t have to keep standing off to the side. Lloyd had joined Cole and Vania, switching off with the earth ninja in an odd three-way dance that made Jay’s head spin if he stared at it for too long.

A kiss was pressed to his lips and Jay startled. Oh, right. He was dancing too.

Thankfully his Yang only giggled, quickly compensating for his misstep and keeping their rhythm. “You with me, Jay?”

“I am,” he answered smoothly. He pressed his own kiss to Nya’s lips, deeper this time, letting his hand slide down her waist. She made a small noise, letting her own hand cup the back of his neck and mess with the baby hairs on his nape. There was a suspicious sparkle in her when they parted, and Jay was very suddenly reminded of the fact that he had been drinking. Nya had probably tasted the fruitiness of the alcohol on his breath.

“Did you start drinking without me?” Nya was actually pouting, and Jay had to restrain his belly laugh to a hearty chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“My nerves were getting to me,” he admitted, “and I didn’t want that to ruin our night. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as you get me something, I don’t care,” Nya said with a wink, and Jay already knew that some very promiscuous things were going to go down tonight.

He was quick to snatch a wine glass off of a passing tray, holding it out to Nya with one of his signature grins like an offering. Nya took it with a smile of her own, chugging it and gracefully putting it on the table next to them. Jay hadn’t realized that she was directing them to the far side of the room where the least people were located, including the rest of their group.

Nya slid her hand down to his waist, hooking one of her thumbs in his belt loop and letting the rest of her fingers drum against his thigh. Her other hand rested on Jay’s cheek, and he shuddered when she ran her thumb  across his jaw. She was a little red in the face, and Jay was suddenly a little suspicious of how much she may have had to drink.

“Did you drink before you got down here?” he asked quietly, his own hand coming to rest on her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone.

She hummed. “A little. Kai got me a shot of whiskey from the kitchen, or that’s what I hope it was. They’ve got some strong stuff in Shintaro.”

“They gotta deal with the isolation somehow,” Jay quipped, and his heart soared when Nya chuckled. “You sure you should be drinking any more, then? We still have to leave tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to let loose tonight and have a little fun,” without warning, she shot forward and caught his lips with hers, and Jay was more than happy to let himself get lost in the current that was his Yang. They swayed with the music, and he felt Nya’s body press closer to his like two puzzle pieces. Her hand buried itself in his hair, pulling when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, Jay forced himself to pull away, ignoring the way his mouth tingled from his element in favor of staring at Nya in all of her half-drunken and quite eager glory.

“We need some privacy for this part,” he whispered, starting to pull her away to where their quarters were located. He ignored Lloyd and Zane’s questioning looks, Kai’s face of unbridled disgust and Cole’s enthusiastic thumbs-up in favor of pulling Nya along beside him. “I have a different kind of dance in mind.”

[chippedaxe]

Shower Sex Hc's

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Title: Shower Sex Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), shower sex, coarse language, degrading names may be used, hair pulling, stomach bulge, orgasm denial etc.. (unedited btw)

Pronouns: They/Them non specified genitalia

Synopsis: Headcanons of how sex in the shower with these Mcyt's would go!

Word count: 2.2k

Note: No one requested this but it was an idea that needed to be written! This might be a very long post..

* I'm also still writing everyone's request, pls just be patient <3

If there’s any warnings that I’ve missed/ tags I need to fix/ anything in the fic that needs fixing then pls let me know !!

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c! Dream

- You were standing with your front facing the water, your eyes were closed and your face was buried in water. You were just trying to wash all the dirt off your skin when you suddenly got spooked, a large hand came up and caressed your side which made you jump a little "Huh??" you turned around and saw your hunky boyfriend there "Sorry, did I scare you?" He laughed at your shocked reaction.

"What're you doing in here?? I'm showering!" you exclaimed "So am I! What a coincidence!" He kissed your cheek and rubbed circles into your hips "Dream.. I'm trying to be clean!" you pushed him off you and he faked being hurt "Ouch.. You really hurt my feelings, what did I do to deserve this?" he gasped dramatically "Oh you shut up, you big baby!" you laugh at his silly antics.

Dream offers to wash your back for you and you reluctantly agree "No weird stuff?" you seem suspicious of his behavior "Weird stuff? From me? Never!" he scoffed at you, you already knew that you had made a mistake when he had said that. He squirted some liquid soap into his hand and began to run his hands over your back, it feels like a nice massage until he starts to get even lower.. His hands move down so they're now groping at your butt "Dream, that's a bit low" you growl at him.

"You've got me there, dear!" he chuckles as he continues to gently massage your ass "Are you seriously this horny? You can't even wait for me to clean up before touching me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I'm horny for you, baby" Dream kissed you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You kissed him back and then moved your hands to feel up his chest, one hand slowly making its way down toward his stomach "You're so good to me, dear, couldn't have anyone better than you.." Dream huffed into your ear.

You took his cock in your hand and you pumped it a few times just so it'd get hard and then you slowly pushed it inside of you, you gasped as it stretched you out and made your legs shake "Oh fuck!" Dream groaned "H- hold me!" you dug your nails into his back as he started to thrust into you. You were already so close to cumming with how he was just railing into you "C- cumming!" you squealed "Already? Fuck! Me too!" Dream bit down on the back of his hand and started fucking you faster "Ah!" you came on his cock.

c! Sapnap

- You walked into the bathroom and saw the outline of Sapnap's figure through the curtain, you bit your lip and began to undress hastily. You dropped your pants to the ground and carefully snuck into the shower behind Sapnap, he didn't even notice until your hands snaked up to caress his chest "Ah.. Baby.." he softly moans as you rub his chest "Mind if I shower with you?" you smile.

“Just showering?" Sapnap smirked "Maybe not just showering" you blushed as you imagined what was going to come, "come here and I'll wash your body for you" Sapnap kissed your forehead. You moved towards him and passed the soap, Sapnap lathered his hands in soap before running his rough hands over your skin.

You let out a hitched moan when his hands brushed over your nipples, he let one of his hands travel down your stomach and to your nether regions "You're already wet? But baby, you didn't go under the water" Sapnap laughed "Don't tease me or I'll dry off and go take care of this myself" you hissed "You're right, sorry baby" he continued his actions and moved his hand to slowly finger you. You whined softly as his fingers thrusted in and out of you gently, your hips bucked against him and you started to grind yourself against his hand but he then pulled out without warning.

You whimpered and cried "Sap!" you pouted, he bent you over slightly and then lined himself up with your hole. You bit your lip in pleasure when he finally pushed in, he grunted as you clenched around his cock "Shit.. Baby, you feel so good!" Sapnap threw his head back and drilled into your sweet hole. You held onto the wall so that you didn't slip in the shower, you moved your hips against his, your free hand flew to cover your mouth.

His cock was absolutely wrecking you and you didn't wanna have to explain your screams of pleasure to the neighbors, Sapnap leaned forward and bit down lightly into your shoulder. You gasped and came with that action, Sapnap came not too long after. "Let's actually get clean now, aye?" Sapnap teased but then quickly had to catch you as your wobbly legs gave way.

c! George

- You offered to shower with George and he hesitated at first "What? Why would we shower together for? We have two bathrooms" George was confused "I could wash your back, maybe wash a little more.." you suggested "Like what?" George still didn't get the idea so you decided to just join him the next time he was showering. You threw your shirt over your head and wiggled off your pants, you then pulled back the curtain to reveal a scared and embarrassed George.

"H- Hey! This showers taken!!" George blushed and turned away "I know, I wanted to shower with you, is that okay?" you give him a hug and your naked bodies press together for just a moment "I- I guess!" George pries you off him and tries to hide away in the corner "George baby, don't you want me to wash you?" you pursed your lips together "I can do that myself!" George exclaimed "I could do it for you though.. I promise I'll be extra gentle" you smile up at him.

George groans and lets you do what you wish, you squeal and cover your hands in soap. You rub his arms first, you bite your lip as you subtly squeeze at his muscly forearm, you then start to caress and wash his torso and chest "George, you're so pretty" you coo as you rinse off the soap. You turn George around and then you start to get on your knees "What're you doing?" George asked you, you moved your hair out of the way and looked up at him "What does it look like? Cleaning you, dummy!" you smiled.

"H-hey no! I know you're doing something lewd!" George cried out as you gave the tip of his cock a little kiss, he grew hard right away and you grinned "You can tell me now if you want me to stop.." you tease him "N- no" George begins to speak "Aw, I've been forcing you into this.." you tease further and begin to stand up to leave but George unexpectedly pushes you down "Suck it" he growls, your eyes go wide at his sudden dominance.

You listen to him immediately, your lips parting and letting his cock push into your mouth. You suck on him gently and you let your tongue swirl around the tip "Fuck, that's real good.." George's hand travels to your hair and he carefully starts to guide your mouth, he wants to fuck your face so bad but he'll hold out on doing that. "Gonna cum.. Gonna shoot my seed down your throat, baby" George grunted and came into your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and pulled off his penis, you looked up at him and wiped your mouth "You think you can get away with teasing me? Get your ass over here and try not to slip" he stared you down.

c! Karl

- Karl wasn’t taking a shower and he was starting to really smell worry you a lot, you came up from behind and hugged him but pulled away when you smelt his odd scent “baby? Why’d you pull away?” He turned around “I wanted to ask if you’d like to shower with me!” You came up with an idea to get him to finally bathe.

“Shower with you? I’m not sure about that, our shower can be a bit cramped” Karl thought to himself “then I guess we’re gonna have to stand pretty close..” you hinted to him, his face blushed a bright red when he figured out what you meant “alright! W- we can do that!” Karl’s voice cracked as he agreed.

You met him in the bathroom, he was already in the shower and waiting for you. You pulled off your outfit of the day and then jumped in behind him, your hands both quickly reacting and covering both his mouth and his cock. He started to moan and whine as your hand pumped his cock “hmmmhn!” His voice was muffled by your hand.

“Baby, gonna cum?” You tease as your hand strokes him a little faster. He nods his head and humps your hand a little bit as he gets closer and closer, you then pull away just as he’s about to cum. “H-Huh??” He’s all whiny and pouting when you move your hands “only clean boys are allowed to cum, clean yourself smelly” you tease him.

c! Punz

- He asked you if you wanted to come shower with him, you had already known the sexual consequences of accepting his offer and you had accepted. Punz had bad intentions with you, he walked into the bathroom and started to strip himself immediately whilst you stood there and watched him "Aren't you gonna undress?" he glanced towards you "oh uh.. Yeah!" you gulped and took your clothes off.

- You got into the shower with him and he started to rinse himself off under the water "Aren't you gonna come here and get wet?" his words even sounded lewd, you shyly made your way over and got under the water. The water ran down your bodies "The water isn't on you properly, get closer like this" he pulls you in so now you two are basically entwined. Your crotch is brushing up against his and you're questioning how he isn't hard yet, you start to slowly grind up on him and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Look at you being a whore, trying to get off when I was just trying to have a nice shower with you?" He teased, his hand reaching down to toy with your little hole. You whined against his slightly touches "ah.. Please fuck me.." you pawed at his body and he stood there nonchalantly. "You think you deserve it? I was just trying to shower and you started touching me" Punz teased you and crossed his arms.

You nodded desperately “fine, but you have to clean me up!” Punz pretends as if this wasn’t what he had planned, his cock was already hard from the moment he entered the bathroom. You bent over and allowed him to thrust his huge dick inside of you, you gasped and moaned out in pleasure as he was already going rough.

Punz dug his hands into your hip as his balls slapped your ass, his thrusting was making your legs hurt and your stomach bulge. You held onto your tummy and covered your mouth as you felt yourself already about to cum, you warned Punz by tapping the wall “g-hnnn..” your legs shook and you almost fell over when you had came.

c! Eret

- Eret joined you in the shower, her hands washing your hair carefully which made you go into a more blissful mood. You crooked your head back as she gently tugged, you moaned softly when he pulled on your hair by accident "sorry!" you shut your mouth and hoped he wouldn't tease you over that. "Did I hurt you??" Eret asked with a bit of a teasing undertone "N- no, that didn't hurt-" you began to say "Oh, so it felt good?" Eret smirked, you lowered your head and didn't answer.

Eret pulled on your hair again which made you let out a high pitched squeal "Ah!" it sounded almost pornographic, Eret chuckled lightly "I was just trying to wash your hair and here you are making my cock all hard" they showed off their hardened penis. You gulped nervously as you took in his length "shit" you thought to yourself "I'm sorry, please be gentle with me!" you pleaded "You say that as if I'm not normally gentle with you" Eret laughs.

Eret's hands squeeze your hips for a moment before lifting one of your legs up, she then slid their penis inside of your hole "Ah! Fuck!" you howled in pleasure "Does it feel good, baby?" Eret thrusted harshly inside of you. You nod your head as you're trying to keep your noises down "Why don't you speak up?" Eret teased as he started to thrust harder "Ah! F- Fuck! Eret! Eret! Eret!" you put your hands on the wall so that you wouldn't slip, you bit down on your lip as you found it harder to stay quiet.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" you couldn't conceal your screams of pleasure as you came all over their cock, your hole clenched around him and she ended up coming just after you.

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[stranger-nightmare]

Something about Matt Murdock and Ice Play, bestie I'm gonna turn into a puddle

No bc he’d actually be so so into temperature play?? Like obviously bc he can’t see he likes to use his other senses in the bedroom

*sigh* another Matt + (temp. play) Kinks headcanon incoming:

So he'll have you lying completely naked on the bed, you arms tied to the headboard

His favourite black blindfold obscuring your vision, he wants you to focus on your other senses as he plays with you

You’ll suck in a harsh breath as you feel a sharp cold over your nipple

Matt is relishing feeling your nipples harden and pebble as he circles an ice cube over them

He’ll then replace the ice cubes with his mouth, your senses going wild at the sudden change from cold to hot

He’ll swirl his tongue around your nipples, mimicking the motion he just did with the ice cube

After he’s spent a good while paying attention to your tits you’ll then feel him slowly drag an ice cube down your body, starting at your chest, moving between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, until it reaches your pubic bone

It’s melted as its moved across your warm skin so only a piece of ice is left by the time it reach your groin

Matt leaves the tiny remaining piece in place on your groin, letting it melt completely, the cold water running down between your folds, causing a deep moan to sound from you

Now Matt will switch things up again, suddenly pouring a hot liquid over your chest, coating your breasts in abstract lines

You hiss at the burn, feeling the liquid quickly harden against your skin

You recognise the smell of your favourite candle

He’ll pour drops here and there all over your body, daring to go as low as letting a few drops settle on your hip bones

You’ll then hear the sound of him sucking an ice cube into his mouth before his head is suddenly between your legs

You shiver and buck at the sensation of the ice cold on your clit, pairing with the friction of his tongue moving and flicking over the bundle of nerves

It feels strange, your clit somehow numb but also incredibly sensitive at the same time, your body alight with a cold fire

Your body feels as hot as the candle wax as you finally cum, your cold clit throbbing under Matt’s warm tongue

And that’s just the start, he will spend a long long time worshipping your body as he switches between the cold of the ice and the heat of the candle wax

I did touch on the candle wax idea in my fic Making Love With The Devil Hurts if anyone hasn’t read that yet and wants more temperature play with Matt👀😈

- Hope🐝

[wri0thesley]

yayyyy headcanons!! could I request reactions for accidentally saying I love you for the first time during sex to: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Mahito, Toji, Choso and Naoya?

hello anon! as per my rules i usually do not write for more than four characters at once so please take the first four you asked for and feel free to ask about the other three when my hc requests are open again! <3

Gojo does not say this kind of thing lightly. He keeps his relationship with you light-hearted, even knowing that his affection is building up and up - the idea of making this something more permanent is frightening to him. People he cares about have an unfortunate habit of being ripped away from him; and though he relishes the feel of your body on his, though he thinks about the taste of your lips, though you haunt his daydreams even when you’re not around and he lets you through his Infinity without blinking - the idea of this being more than two people’s bodies melding together terrifies him.

You say it first because Gojo has more control; he’s learnt to hold things like that back, though people might think he says whatever comes into his head straight away. His body pressing deeply into yours, his arms caging you beneath him, the feel of him plunging in and out and stoking fires inside of you nobody else ever has all blur together until you whimper out; “S-Satoru, l-love you--”

And . . . he knows he shouldn’t. He knows he does. He can’t bring himself to say it right away, so he simply smirks and his hips stutter as he manages to spit out something about how; ‘is my dick game that good, cupcake?’. But later on, when the two of you are wrapped around one another in a post orgasm haze, he murmurs; “Love you too,” against your neck, when he thinks you’re too close to sleep to remember it. 

Nanami finds emotions a little difficult to deal with. It’s not that he doesn’t love you - he cherishes you, and the time the two of you spend together, more than he can say. But he’s not the kind of man who comes out and says it. His love for you is, instead, contained within the little things he does for you; remembering how you like your coffee, the back massages after a long day, the way he always has half a smile just for you.

So he’s not entirely surprised when you tell him that you love him; he’s a little surprised that it comes out here, when you’re riding him, your fingers digging into his shoulders and his own hand swirling circles around your clit. You’re halfway to coming already, whimpers and moans brokenly escaping your parted lips, when you mumble hot and needy; “Ah--ah fuck, Kento, please, ‘m gonna-- I love you--”

He’s polite, though. He knows he feels the same way. So he murmurs back, as perfectly composed as he always is even with the tight way your walls are milking his cock; “Shh, sweetheart, I know-- I love you too--”

If you come on his cock at the sweet words falling from his mouth, nobody but the two of you ever need to know. 

Geto knows you love him. He knows that you’re afraid to say it out loud; you’re one of his sweet disciples (his favourite, if he’s being honest with himself; for the soft smile and the hurried looks and the way you seem to shine in his presence). So he’s not surprised when it comes out of your mouth, when he has three fingers inside of you and you’re gasping and looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars himself. You can’t stop it flying from your throat, in between the broken thank yous and the expressions of how good it feels to have him touch you like this.

The gratitude is very cute; Geto smiles at you and the tears beading in your eyes and the way your chest is heaving and smooths his lips over your forehead as he murmurs, low and dark; “Ah. It sounds very pretty coming from your mouth, darling.” He does not tell you he loves you back; not yet. He’s been burned before by loving people. But his praise drops from his mouth quicker and more easily as he tells you how good you are for him, how good you feel - and, if you summon a trembling smile for him after you’ve both come, he chuckles and murmurs. 

“You know you’re my favourite, don’t you?”

Mahito is fascinated. He’s jack-hammering away, your knees pressed tight to your chest, your moans and your sobs of pleasure echoing all around the room; his cock perfectly shaped to hit all of the spots inside of you that have you seeing stars. So when you jolt and you whimper and he feels you come around him as you cry out; “M-Mahito! Please-- I--I love you--!” He’s fascinated and pleased. 

He’s not quite capable of love, though. So instead he grins down at you with his eyes all bright and interested and a grin bisecting his mouth as he urges; “Do you? Do you really? What does it feel like?”

(He likes knowing you’re devoted to him. He likes the way you say his name. It might not be love, but his affection for you is far stronger than anything he’s felt before. So perhaps, if you explain it well enough, he’ll laugh delightedly and kiss you like he’s taking control and tease you with; “Well! I suppose I love you too, cutie!~”)

[singtotheskiies]

"you're literally a puppy" // steve harrington x reader headcanons

request (by anon): could you do anymore steve harrington headcanons! i adored the one you posted!

a/n: aha omg anon stop,,, i literally don’t even know what to write like,,, omg seriously don’t make me do it aha,,, i’m for real what would i even say,,, i don’t just have endless amounts of ideas swirling around in my brain aha

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-for starters, steve has well and truly earned his title of “world’s touchiest boyfriend” -this man’s hands must be on you AT. ALL. TIMES. -it’s not like he tries to be clingy or anything, but in his own words, “you’re just so soft—what am i supposed to do?” -he loves physical contact of literally any kind, whether that be holding hands or forehead kisses or literally just your arms brushing while you’re watching a movie together -you guys always get complimented on how cute of a couple you are when in public because you just look so in love:))) -he loves it when you dress in really comfy clothes and will literally pet you if you’re wearing something soft -(man OFFERS you his clothes just so he can have an excuse to touch you) -if you wear his sweatpants, prepare for him to get real frisky real fast -he also loves dancing with you so much??? -you guys have the radio on a lot while you’re just chillin and he’ll start humming -(boy can sing btw!! he will sing sappy love songs to make you giggle or hum to you if you’ve had a bad day!! he sings to himself when he does chores and you love hearing him from the other room) -he gets the look™ in his eye -“no—no, steve!” -“c’monnnn!!” -his goddamn puppy dog eyes,,,,, how can you resist,,,,, -so yes, somehow or another you always end up in his arms swaying back and forth in the middle of the room -he just loves to look down at you and see a smile spread across your face despite yourself -will give you so many tiny, ticklish little kisses on your face until you’re a laughing mess and the two of you collapse on the couch in a breathless heap -he’s just SO MUCH FUN okay and he LOVES YOU SO MUCH -on a different topic, he loooves your hair -since he’s always paying so much attention to his, he’s naturally gonna notice yours too -sometimes he’ll hug you or put his head on your shoulder just to smell it -instant comfort -he also uhhh definitely has a thing for hair pulling (both sexually and non-sexually) -if you touch his hair at all he will literally melt into you -like,,,, literally -the instant he feels your fingers on his scalp he will lose all tension and just lean into you, desperately chasing the feeling -you joke that he’s like a dog, leading to a teasing nickname or two -he literally can’t help it tho it just feels so good!!! like he can’t even form coherent words omg please love on him -(nsfw: if you guys are making out or gettin’ it on and you tug on his hair, he will let out the most sinful, needy whines ever,,,,, he lowkey gets embarrassed because you just started and he’s already close to his peak) -even though you guys are so passionate, he’s also very much your best friend -you guys have so many inside jokes and cute lil nicknames for each other, and you’re at the point where you can basically have a conversation without even speaking -you will never not have fun with this guy -he is just so cheesy and excitable and in love with you -just,,,, treat him good PLEASE:)))))

[shoichee]

hiii tysm for keeping this fandom alive... i was wondering if i could request hugging hcs for Moriyama, Kasamatsu, and Hayakawa? like what kind of hugs do they give, when, etc.?

BANGER REQUEST THIS IS SUCH A UNIQUE ONE I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON.... i hope you’re still around :^) 

[Headcanons]

Moriyama Yoshitaka

this guy is literally the definition of touch-starved LOL

once he finds his special someone, they’re gonna need to prepare themselves for TONS of verbal affection… even if they don’t get his convoluted words half the time

that being said, he wouldn’t be awkward with hugs, but it’s his misinterpretations and poor executions of the hugs that make things awkward

in his MIND, he THINKS he’s being mega suave and totally seducing you with his mannerisms, and you’re just here like, “umm… you know you can just… ask for a hug if you wanted one.”

“According to my research though, it’s better to approach this more poetically in order to be seen in a more profound light with the person you like.”

“Huh? Are you actually trusting the internet more than me about what I want—”

“Sorry, sorry, here,” he would mumble in defeat and immediately bring you to nestle your head against his chest

this type of interaction would be very frequent in the early stages of your shared relationship, where Moriyama would try to salvage his poor social skills by hugging you against body, and him putting his hand to cradle your head while the other is around your waist

of course, even if you were exasperated with him, you can’t help but eventually hug him back and snuggle closer

canon: he’d have unique scents on him every once in a while, because he’s someone to use scented deodorant sprays (like citrus, in the Replace novel)

he’d actually be unintentionally charismatic with his actions? like, if he doesn’t open his mouth and wordlessly hugs you, his body just knows how to accommodate you:

sad? happy? clingy? affectionate? lazy? when he sees your current mood, he just somehow knows what type of hugs to give you…

he thinks the internet advice is working, but in reality, he’s just inherently very in-tuned with people’s emotions; for example, he’s one of the few people who can see straight through Kasamatsu and his inner struggles, and he’s always the first person to suggest roundabout ways to make him relax

so because of this, sometimes he’d make the most confusing statements and random trivias he found from his “research” just to try to look for an opportunity to sneak up and glomp on you “tactfully” (never works, and you end up sighing that *sigh* before letting yourself be open on purpose for Moriyama to sneak in with a hug)

this dude is the type of guy who’d find every opportunity to hug you in front of his teammates to subtly show off how “experienced” he was in dating LOL and then he’d probably say something like, “If you follow the signs I told you guys about, you’ll all be able to have cute dates too, you know…” all while giving that little comical pout and index finger point at them… maybe flipping his bang to the side with that finger too…

but again, he’s touch-starved, so deep inside, he really, REALLY likes hugging you and wants to touch you every moment he gets

whenever he hugs you, he’s at his most “normal,” where he drops the whole “fate, elements, advice” talk and just has normal conversations and genuine muses… although a random corny line might slip out of habit

he hugs you before school, during school, after school, but rarely during practice or games or anything like that… which is surprisingly odd

he’ll hug you in front of his teammates during school no problem, but if it’s right before a practice or a game, he usually doesn’t, mostly because he’s usually very concentrated on the upcoming challenge… and not to mention, he’s a 3rd-year, so he does want to set a good example for the underclassmen in prioritizing the team first

he has no problem scouting for your face on the stands before a game starts though, and of course, he’d pester his team about how cute you looked in the stands

once games end, if you allowed him, he’d usually jog straight to you and would try to give you a quick hug before he’d go back to his teammates to the lockers

Kasamatsu Yukio

touch-starved guy #2, but is also afraid of physical contact

not because he doesn’t like it, but the concept of someone hugging him or him hugging someone for ROMANTIC reasons is so foreign

it’s the fact that he knows he’ll get super sweaty, clammy, and stiff and he KNOWS he’d focus on everything but also on nothing, and at that point he’ll just shut down—

so touch-starved that when he gets a hug from you, he’d be hyper-fixated on EVERYTHING about you and where you’re touching, and his brain would just overload

so the result is the same old Yukio being frozen and stammery and red

in other words, YOU have to initiate the hugs

whenever you hug him, he’s gonna first flinch and then respond by stiffly holding his arms out to support your weight against his body… and then after a few seconds of contact, he would awkwardly pat his two hands on your back in this loose hug he’s doing LOL

all while being red, of course

but how much he hugs depends on how much you go up to him for hugs; as much as he grumbles and stammers and lamely complains, he’d never reject any of your hugs, even with the hesitant reciprocation

if you two are alone, he’s much quicker to hug you back… if you hug him in public or in front of his teammates, he’s more likely to be frozen stiff and slower to pat your arms in a shy hug

however, the times when Kasamatsu would be at his lowest and most emotional are when Kasamatsu initiates the hugs first, often out of nowhere with fierce, tight holds while nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck/top of your shoulder

once he reveals his most vulnerable side like this to you in hugging you, it’d be huge milestone in which he would be more inclined to initiate physical contact without being in a flustered state

all in all, give the poor captain some time… eventually when you’ll reach a certain part of your relationship (see bullet points above), he’ll be comfortable enough to hug you without being a mess

so when he finally gets to this point, he will always ask you for consent (or at least give you a heads up) before he hugs you or physically touches you with, “May I…?” or “Do you mind…?”

and most of the time, or near always, you’d reply, “Of course, Yukio.”

“Th-That’s good…”

he’s still a reserved individual with a captain’s duty to uphold, so he’s not going to be handsy on his end in front of people; he’d literally DIE of embarrassment

expect “loose” hugs from him, he’s not gonna smush your face into his chest or give those extremely tight hugs, generally speaking

so what should you expect from his hugs? assuming that you hugged him first, his hands will always pat your back or rub soothing patterns of circles and swirls, almost in an unconscious effort to try to show you that he does love these hugs from you, even if it’s hard for him to show and express that sometimes

or if he has those shy moments, he’d try to half-heartedly pry you off in a grumbling fluster, but after grasping your arms around his waist, he’d immediately give in and just rub those familiar patterns on your upper arms while trying to convince you to wait until you’re alone with him to do these things

if he senses some sketchy people nearby or if you’re in a crowd full of strangers, expect a hand around your shoulder as he ushers you slightly closer to his side with a serious glint in his eyes, analyzing your surroundings (again, this will only happen once your relationship reaches at a later stage)

it’s only when the “danger” passes by and with his hand still on you that he realizes what he did and starts getting embarrassed again

key phrase with the Kaijō captain is: “There’s a time and place for everything.”

Hayakawa Mitsuhiro

touch-starved guy #3, but he’s not afraid to pounce on you for the hugs

ever since he miraculously got into a relationship with you (according to his teammates, anyways), slapping his own cheeks to get himself in the mood for rebounding wasn’t as appealing anymore

not when he has you to hug and accidentally squeeze the life out of you

“Oh!! A(l)e you he(l)e to chee(l) me on, (y/n)-san?!”

“M-Mitsu… I can’t… breathe—”

“O-Oh! So(l)(l)y…! I [will learn] to be mo(l)e ca(l)efu(r) next time!”

“Mitsuhiro, please don’t worry about me! Go back to your teammates… they’re waiting for you. Good luck on the game, okay?”

Hayakawa treats hugging like he does with basketball, putting 100% of his effort and enthusiasm into it… and oftentimes, his hugs can be too… explosive? they can be quite abrupt and intense

his energy alone would normally scare away everyone—hell, a lot of times, his teammates can’t tolerate it… so everyone always wonders how you never seem bothered by his tendencies

but to you, his bear hugs make you feel very, very secure and loved, since he never has qualms about hugging in public because he’s always focused on you or the courts

initially though, his hugs definitely crushed your figure into smithereens, mostly because he’s never had to keep his strength in check

and he’s never had anything close to an intimate relationship, so he’d probably need a lot of time and positive encouragement/advice for him to learn how to be more delicate (or rather, tactful) when initiating hugs

he’s SO earnest that he’d totally treat your words/encouragement as a serious lesson and would try to “practice” hugging and ask:

“Is this okay, (y/n)-san?!”

if you’re not around, he’d totally hug his teammates out of nowhere and definitely receive a few punches or kicks out of retaliation

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“I am p(l)acticing [how to] hug, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Don’t do that! People will get the wrong idea!!”

“Why? Don’t we a(r)ways p(l)actice togethe(l) as a team, captain?!”

“That’s completely different!!”

he has no tact, so whenever he sees you, expect a fierce hug as a greeting every time… unless you tell him that you’re not a fan of the constant hugging or want to save it for private moments, he’s gonna keep doing it

just as your hugs hype him up for anything upcoming, when you hug him a certain way, they also have a calming effect on this excitable boy too

Kasamatsu literally reveres you because you’re the only one who can keep him in check

it’s when you do your calming hugs (that gentle squeeze around his torso as you slowly nuzzle against him) that his heartbeat slightly slows down and his breath exhales out steadily to let out the pent-up steam

those types of hugs from your end would allow you to see a “less-energetic” side of him, where his voice might still be loud, but at least it’s still relatively indoor voice

still, a lot of his sentences are either incomprehensible mumbles or butchered exclaims, no in-between

“Sometimes, it’s good for your body and mind to stop and relax, y’know?”

“I-Is that so…! You a(l)e very knowled[geable] about these things! I [think] that is ve(l)y coo(r)…”

“You say that, but you’re one of the best offensive rebound players in the nation. That’s so much cooler, Mitsuhiro.”

“If I was coo(r) (r)ike you say, I wonde(l) why peop(r)e (l)un away [when I try] to ta(r)k? Mo(l)iyama-senpai says [it is because] I ‘have no cha(l)m’… I must wo(l)k ha(l)der [if that is the case]!”

“Well, I think your attitude and energy can be very refreshing. Everytime I see you, I can’t help but be motivated to work hard and accomplish like you do.”

“I am ve(l)y touched, (y/n)-san…!”

all in all, he will hug you every chance he gets (except when Kasamatsu roundhouse kicks him to curb him) and accepts all hugs from you (while being red and a little shy, but still enthusiastic)

prepare your waist/torso to be constantly crushed embraced, because that’s where his arms will always be around

[pokemonswshfics]

can I request raihan nsfw pls? maybe more specifically w/ female reader who hasn’t had sex before? thnx

ty for the specifics! I wasn't sure if this was headcanons or a oneshot, so I chose the latter :') I hope you enjoy ^-^ !

Raihan × Fem! Reader (Nsfw)

(this is a smut one-shot, last warning to click away if you're uncomfy with it! have a nice read everyone <3)

You and your boyfriend, Raihan, were cuddling on the couch watching a movie. Your head rested on his bare chest, your body between his legs.

He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back, with no idea what you had been waiting to ask for a few days now.

You wanted to lose your virginity to him, for him to finally take you as his. For the past few weeks, you've just wanted him in that way. The way he moved slyly, how he was so delicately yet sharply toned, everything about the Dragon-type trainer drove you wild. To the point that you finally thought you were ready.

He was well aware you had no sexual experience and he didn't care. You two had the talk of what would happen, boundaries and such. When Raihan would talk about his likes in bed he always reassured you that you didn't have to do anything you weren't comfortable with. However, the idea of Raihan being a little..stern excited you. Whenever you're ready, he would always say.

"Raihan?" You lifted your head up and could practically feel your heart about to beat out of your chest. You could feel your face heat up, an obvious sign that you were blushing.

"Mm?" He turned to look down at you with his usual sly smile. He put his hands down to your lower back and pulled you up to have your face closer to his.

"I think I'm.." Your shyness made you trail off.

Raihan's brow lifted.

"You're..?" There was a new tone in his voice, an almost teasing one. He grinned and sat up, now lifting you up to sit on one of his thighs. "Say it, baby." He placed a finger on your chin and turned it up so you would look him in the eye.

"I think I'm ready for you."

Even if he knew what you were hinting at, there was small surprise in his eyes. "Are you being serious? Babe, I told you. I can wait for as long as you need-"

Your needs from the last few days all rushed to your head and before thinking you blurted out "Rai, please. I need you, I want you. I'm ready. I-I know it'll hurt but..please."

By now your cheeks were the darkest shade they could manage.

He put his face only an inch or so away from yours before whispering in a voice you've never heard from Raihan, husky and low, "Careful. Is this what you want? You want me inside you, to take what's mine?" He then planted a soft kiss on your chin, beginning to trail down your jawline until he was next to your ear.

"You'd like that, princess?"

You began to squirm a bit in his lap, nodding against him. "Yes! I'm ready for whatever you have."

In a swift motion, Raihan stood then picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. After only a few seconds, he was in your bedroom laying you down on the bed with himself on top, over you.

"Um..do I- ah!" Before you could finish your sentence, Raihan silenced you with a kiss, one you had never felt before from him. It was filled with passion and wanting and even a slight hunger.

He began to pepper kisses down your neck, stopping to nibble and suck at some parts.

"Tell me if anything gets to too much. Got it?" He whispered and you could only nod in answer as you were too busy stifling your moans.

His hands trailed up to your shirt's hem and he began to lift the fabric up until it was over your bra. He pulled away from your, now marked, neck and looked down at you with a smile and half lidded eyes.

"Arms up." He said and lifted the shirt up over your head. You could feel yourself becoming a blushing mess, and it didn't help that you could feel a tent growing in Raihan's shorts against your crotch.

He unclipped your bra and leaned back down again, this time taking one of your nipples in his mouth and playing with your other bud in his free hand.

"Shit.." You couldn't help but moan out, his mouth was working wonders on your breast. You didn't even realize you were grinding against his now very hard erection by slightly bucking your hips up against his.

Raihan moved his mouth to the other breast and flicked his tongue at your nipple to tease you. His free hand went down to your skirt and dipped his hand inside, proceeding to rub through your soaked panties.

His mouth came off your nipple with a small pop. "Damn baby, you're wet as hell." He whispered with a grin while he watched you squirm and pressed a finger through your panties against your clit. "Come on, you can be loud for me. I wanna hear you, princess."

Raihan got up from above your body and took the hand he had down your skirt away, only to quickly pull it down along with your panties.

"W-wait, please." You were still catching your breath and he sat aside promptly. Your focus was on his erection, and the temptation to touch him.

"Something wrong?" He asked, taking his hands away and ready to stop.

"No no- I'm really enjoying this," you smiled shyly and sat up, squeezing your legs together for any kind of touch that wasn't a tease, "I wanna.." You looked down at his shorts to the still very hard length beneath the fabric. "Please? I wanna make you feel good."

Raihan grinned and stood up, nodding to the floor. "On your knees for me."

Quickly obeying, you went to the floor on your knees with your hands down his shorts to take his length out. Once the shorts were off and his erection was no longer blocked by the restraint of the fabric, your eyes widened at it's size.

That's gonna hurt.

"Like this?" You softly wrapped your hand around the shaft and began to travel upwards. He bit his lip while he nodded.

After a few moments of only jerking him off, you licked a thick stripe up his member then began to flick your tongue at the tip causing his breath to hitch and him to now look down at you. Your hand continued to go up and down, and you occasionally peppered kisses along the side of his member. All the while, Raihan was getting desperate for more.

"Just like that.." He instructed. His hands went to the back of your head and he nudged your mouth with his tip. "Open."

Your mouth opened without question and you took the tip into your mouth, slowly going as far as you can.

"Fuckkkk.", He moaned lowly.

You began to bob your head, trying to swallow as much as you can while jerking off what you couldn't. Your tongue swirled around him, you couldn't get enough of how it felt in your mouth. The sounds he was making only encouraged you, they sounded so inexplicably dirty and almost addicting, you could keep listening forever. It didn't take much time before he began to thrust into your mouth. Tears pooled in your eyes as he began to thrust faster and much deeper.

"You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat princess, so fucking pretty..", Raihan gasped out before suddenly pulling out. Your mouth was left open with your tongue hanging out, wanting more of his taste.

"Get on the bed, put your pretty little ass in the air for me. Facedown." He said with his hand under your chin and stepped back to help you to your feet.

You crawled back onto the bed to lay on your stomach flatly.

"I said, ass up."

Your face heated up but you obliged, his sternness only turned you on more. You moved your knees up in answer, putting your entrance on display for him.

"Tell me if you ever need to stop. 'K?" His voice sounded much closer than when he was standing away from the bed. Almost right after you felt a hand grip your rear, and a finger poke at your wet hole. Raihan planted a kiss on your clit, making you moan out his name from the suddenness then slowly inserted the finger he teased your hole with.

"Ah!" Your back arched from his finger alone, the feeling of something being inside you completely new. The pain was tolerable, how wet and how turned on you were almost completely masked it. He began to slowly pump the finger in and out, occasionally licking your clit and kissing along the area of it.

"Tell me if it hurts too bad princess." He planted one final kiss on your entrance before standing up right and pulling you back to press up against him. You could feel his erection against your hole and you grinded back up onto him. His length slid against your clit teasingly before you finally harshly pressed back against him.

"Please please put it in. I need you, please just make me yours already." You whined out against the sheets.

With that, he finally slid the tip in.

"Ow! Ah-ah-!" You cried out, your hole already stretching to fit how thick he was. "Fuck.."

"You're so fucking tight. You're sure it's not hurting too much?" He whispered to you with his hand now pressed against the small of your back. He slid in more of his member before an answer, but still waited until he could put all in.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't care if it hurts." You lifted your head from the sheets and turned to look to the side so he would be in the corner of your eye. "I need you..to fuck me. Take me. Please. I want your dick inside me, and I want it to stretch me out. Please, fuck me Rai."

With that, he slid his entire length in and gave you a moment to adjust. You felt as if you were already seeing stars, you had no idea feeling full of his cock would feel this good. You took a minute or two to let his cock become a feeling you were used to, letting it rest inside you. It hurt like hell but it felt so damn good, he hadn't even started moving and you already didn't want it to end.

"You can move now." You whispered shyly and turned back down to the sheet.

He moved his hips back to drag it out slowly then re-entered you once more just to make sure you were stretched out enough. Raihan began thrusting into you slowly making a rhythm consistently pumping in and out at a medium pace. The pain began to officially fade from him being inside and the pace he was going was still not fast enough for you. Your frustration only caused you to snap your rear back everytime he would pull out to try and get more of him.

"You want it faster baby? Is that what you need?" He teased with another sly smile that you could practically hear in his voice. "Does my princess need to get fucked?"

You nodded rather enthusiastically and gripped the sheets immediately when now it was his hips snapping forward harshly immediately. His thrusts became quicker, almost abusing how tight you were. Raihan's arms went besides both sides of your body to level himself as he fucked into you at a ruthless pace. You reached your hand down to rub at your clit and squealed when he hit certain spots, your knees beginning to lose balance at holding you up against him.

"Do you like this? You fucking love it don't you? Getting fucked from behind isn't something I thought you'd like this much. You're getting so loud and just for me. You're mine okay?" He groaned out in between thrusts. The bed creaked so loud you thought the neighbors would hear, not that you cared though. The only thought at the moment was that Raihan's cock was inside you, fucking you. After a few harsh thrusts you could feel a new sensation pooling up in your stomach.

"Oh shit- Rai fuck-! I think I'm gonna cum, I think I'm gonna cum!" You cried out frantically. The feeling of pure ecstasy and pleasure was too much for your first time to last much longer. "Please go faster, I need you faster!"

His thrusts into you began going at a pace almost inhumane, now both of you desperate for release.

"Cum on my cock okay?" He spoke quickly and hurriedly.

"I'm cumming! Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck- I'm cumming! Don't stop- PLEASE!" You cried out as you could feel yourself finally pushed over the edge and rode out the feeling with his final erratic thrusts, the rhythm gone. He thrusted a few more times before he pulled out suddenly, and flipped you over swiftly.

You looked up at him, panting while watching him jerk off his final needed movements. Your vision almost blurred because of how strong the orgasm was and you put both your hands on your chest, signalling where he could release.

Raihan began to breathe heavily before finally crying out a curse word and came in streaks across your chest. You grinned at the feeling of it on you and swiped some off your nipple with your finger then lifted it to your mouth where you sucked every drop off.

"Baby, fuck. You did so fucking amazing." Raihan was still catching his breath and leaned down to kiss you softly. "I loved that, so much."

"You really think so?" You blushed at the praise and cupped one of his cheeks with your hands before realizing you still had his seed on your chest. He realized with you, while grinning of course, and reached to the dresser for two tissues proceeding to wipe it all off and simply tossing it aside to the floor.

"Let's just stay this way, close." He kissed your cheek and laid down next you, pulling you to his chest.

"That was.." You sighed happily and kissed his chest while wrapping your arm around him to bring him close as well. You stared up at him lovingly, "Thank you for being my first. It was special, and it'll always be special to me."

Raihan smiled in answer and planted a kiss on your forehead before whispering against your skin, "You'll always be special to me. I love you with everything I have."

After a few I love you's and praises exchanged back and forth, you both drifted to sleep cuddling and never having been more satisfied in your life.

[thebigqueer]

A while back you mentioned something about the Apollo kids parents meeting up every one in a while and Apollo running into them during one of those times. Do you think you could write a lil fic about that?

ahhh yes that’s one of my favorite headcanons!!

thanks for the prompt, and i hope you like this! and, as always: i do little to no editing on these fic prompts, so don’t be too judgmental as you read through them. they’re definitely not my best work but i just can’t ever be bothered to look back aslkdjslfkd

this will be in first person because idk i really loved apollo’s pov in first person so i hope i do his character justice lmaoo

also as i was writing this i’m not gonna lie i felt really bad for apollo all he wanted was to have some time with his children 😭

also!!! we are!!! so starved!!! for dad!apollo moments!!!! bro can we just!!! see more dad!apollo moments!!!! come ON rick!!!! i didn’t realize how much i wanted them until i wrote this halskjfaslkjf 

I will say, I wasn’t quite sure what to be expecting when I came down to the mortal world today. It definitely was not to find out all of my exes regroup annually to mock me. 

Since becoming a god again, I’ve made it a personal promise to come down every once in a while. I’ve grown quite attached to these mortals, especially to my demigod children. After all, my own descendants are the best of all living beings; it’s only fair that I come and talk to them every once in a while. And, believe it or not, being around mortals helps me, too. It makes me find comfort in a world where lives may be short but lives are lived; as a god, I only ever exist. 

When I was human, though, I truly lived. It was exhilarating. Now that I am a deity again, there’s a hollowness that resides in me.

Sometimes coming down to this mortal world helps me simulate that experience of being human again. It helps me feel less lonely up in my world of immortality and timelessness. 

The sun blazes overhead as I traipse along to my cabin after just meeting with Dionysus. The insufferable bastard beat me once again at pinochle and would not stop gloating, so I decided to storm away from the wine god before he could start beating my ass in Uno.

However, as I approach my cabin, my rage ebbs away. My demigod children stand around the entrance, talking in hushed voices, and my heart bursts with warmth. It has only been a few weeks since I’ve last seen them, but each time I do, I feel only a flush of pride looking at them.

“My children!” I exclaim. “I’m here once again!” 

They all jump as if I’ve scared them. For a moment, no one says anything. Then they break apart and each of them offer me a shaky smile of their own. 

“Hey, Dad,” Will says, his voice a bit higher than I remember.

I step forward, happiness flooding over me. It hasn’t been too long since I’ve seen them but it certainly feels like it’s been millennia. “How are you all?”

Kayla pushes a pack over her shoulder. “We’re... good. How are you?”

Her words carry a bit of hesitation as if she’s nervous. Suspicion crawls over me. I cross my arms and respond, “I’m good too. Why do you have that bag over your shoulder?”

Austin, Will, and Kayla all turn to each other, sharing a look of panic. A shiver runs through me as I realize they’re up to something. I smile. “Ohhh, are you planning something? A prank, perhaps?” I rub my hands in anticipation. “Can I get in on it?”

Austin raises a hand and scratches his head. “Um, not quite. We’re actually... going somewhere.” 

Panic seizes my heart and I rush forward. “Going somewhere? Where? Like, a quest?” I reach out to my children and hug them, feeling each of their bodies in my arms. “Why did no one tell me? Oh, gods, what if I never see you again?” Tears well up in my throat. I’ve only just come down to the mortal world, and they’re already leaving for doom?

“No, no, no!” Kayla exclaims, pushing against my arms. “Not like that, Dad! Not a quest. We’re just going out to the city. No need to worry.” 

Relief washes over me and I laugh, taking my arms away from them. “Oh, that’s great! Are you going somewhere fun? Can I come?”

Before any of them can answer, a familiar demigod steps out of the Apollo cabin. They step towards Will and hand him a pack of ambrosia. It takes me for a moment to remember that it’s Nico di Angelo. He opens his mouth to speak to Will, then stops when they notice me. “Oh no,” they mutter. 

“What do you mean, oh no?” I ask, the claws of suspicion creeping over my skin once more. “What are you three up to? Is Nico coming with you?”

Nico whispers to the three, “You haven’t told him?”

“Not a good time,” Kayla hisses.

“Well, I guess now is a better time than never,” Nico says. They turn to me and state blatantly, “They’re going to meet their parents in New York City.” 

Kayla and Austin smack their faces and Will sighs. “You could have let us say it,” the blond mutters.

“Better to know from a child that isn’t his,” the child of Hades reasons, shrugging.

I blank. I was not quite expecting that response, and definitely not so casually. I stare at the four demigods quizzically. “Oh? I suppose that’s fair. But all three of you? All your parents know each other?”

“Um, well... they’re kind of friends,” Austin admits. “They... communicate often.”

A wave of humility washes over me. I will admit, it’s a little bit embarrassing knowing that the three people you’ve had children with all know each other and actively communicate. I would have suspected they’d feel a bit awkward with each other, but I didn’t quite expect they would be actual friends.

I tip my head in a sad nod. “I see. Well, I hope all three of you have fun today!” I’m trying not to sound too upset, but it’s a little bit hard when you’ve come down to the mortal world just to find out your children are going to be going into the city far away from you.

“Hey, Dad, we can hang out later!” Will suggests, a kind smile balancing over his lips. But he’s only saying that out of pity. He feels bad for me. This makes me crawl in further into myself.

“Yes, that sound alright,” I promise, feigning a smile. "But, really, don’t feel bad.” My shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “The last time I met your parents their careers were becoming quite busy. I suppose you don’t see them as often as you’d like, is that correct? And at this point, you’ve been seeing me even more often than your own mortal parents. It’s only fair that you have some private time with them.”

A tense silence tightens the air around us. Austin shifts on his feet. After a moment, Kayla says, “Well, we better go. We’ll see you later, though!”

A cold fist seizes my heart.

Will winces. He reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. “We’re sorry to leave you like this, but we didn’t expect you to come by today. We can definitely do something later, though. The three of us will be back by six. Nico’s going to do ghost stories tonight, too, so maybe you’ll want to hear those.”

I wave my hand dismissively and try on a smile that doesn’t quite fit right. “No, really, don’t feel too bad. I’ll come by later and we can do a movie night together after Nico’s ghost stories. I’ll see you later! And have fun!”

They all glance at each other hesitantly, then seem to come to a collective agreement. “Thanks, Dad,” Austin says, pulling me in for a hug. The other two do the same, then all three demigods wander out into the sun, aiming for the exit out of camp.

Nico stares at me, eyebrows raised. “So, what are you going to do now?” Picking at their jeans, they add, “You’re Apollo, so I’m expecting that you will be doing something stupid.”

I frown. “Those are brave words for a demigod to say to a powerful deity.”

“You’re too mushy at this point to pulverize me. They’ve made you soft.” He means it as an insult but their eyes glimmer. A smile laces his mouth.

I offer them a smile back. “Well, I suppose you are correct. I shall see you for your god-tier ghost stories.” 

Nico shakes his head and turns to leave. “Please never reference modern things ever again.”

~

A little bit later, I’m balancing on a chair at a pizza shop in New York City. I’ve chosen the disguise of a businessman, mostly copying the image of a fairly attractive man I met on the way. Perhaps I will go and look for him after I’m done stalking my children. 

The scent of pizzas swirl around me, contaminating my nose. The excited chatter of families and friends surround me. Some afternoon sun pours in through the open windows, offering the entire pizza place a relaxed look.

Somewhere to my left, a large group eats and talks, laughter echoing from their table. All my children are sitting to one side of the booth, while the adults loom over them on the other. Will’s bright blond hair gleams blindingly as the sun washes over his locks. 

I wasn’t quite sure of what I was expecting from all three of my exes. Perhaps more gray hair, some wrinkles over their faces. No doubt all three of them have those, but they each look at peace, happy with life. There’s a brightness in their eyes as they gaze at their children. 

I understand that look. I feel the same pride when I see all three of them. 

Envy roils inside me. I’m not sure why, considering that I see the three demigods more often than they see their own mortal parents. Perhaps I’m just nervous that they adore their mortal parents more than they care for me. 

But I wouldn’t blame them if they did either. I’ve spent too long only caring about myself. A coil of embarrassment wraps around me.

But I’m changing that now, aren’t I? I wasn’t the best parent, but I can only hope my children are seeing that I’m here for them. I only want what’s best for them.

Another burst of laughter erupts from the booth, and I turn my head, straining my ears to listen. Naomi’s silky voice echoes over them: “...and just as he got up he tripped over himself and fell on the ground. Honestly, I have no idea how he could have been a god, but he sure was dumb.” Naomi sighs. “Maybe that’s why I thought he was so adorable. People just constantly try to impress me. He did, too, but at least he was failing. He may have been a god, but he seemed almost human the night I met him.”

With a shiver, I realize that she’s discussing the moment she met me. Red hot embarrassment spreads over my face. Gods of Olympus, that was a terrible evening for me. I was just so awestruck by her performance. She literally made me come down just to see her perform. I could barely contain my excitement when the show was over!

Will’s sunny voice stands out, amusement lacing his voice. “Speaking of dating, tell us about your new girlfriend. I don’t remember you telling me about her too much at our last Iris message.” 

My eyes widen. Girlfriend? I wasn’t aware Naomi was queer! A pang of guilt stabs me in the heart. What else don’t I know about my loved ones? I know I haven’t quite kept up with her, but shouldn’t I at least know this about her? 

Shouldn’t I know anything about the three of my exes?

The chatter continues for a bit longer. The adults discuss some more dating history, especially surrounding their humiliating encounters with me. I cower behind my newspaper, feeling only the heat of embarrassment under my skin. Why must I be such an idiot?

Perhaps this is why my children don’t seem to like to me too much. Because I only ever do things to embarrass them. Maybe I’m just a loser of a father.

As I wallow in my own pity, the conversation turns another direction. My ears strain a little more. This time Latricia is speaking, a whisper of nostalgia brushing through her words: “He sure was something. But I think that we can all agree on something: I’m glad he came into my life. Without him...” Her lips quirk into a smile and she brushes her fingers over Austin’s. “Well, without him, I don’t think we’d have each of you. He really brought light into our lives.” She sighs. “He may not have stuck along too much, but you three make it sound like he’s getting better. I’m just glad that... that you’re getting to talk with him again. It seems like he really is starting to care about his children.” Latricia’s eyes rove over all three children, eyes glimmering with satisfaction. “I’m glad he’s seeing you three in the same light as we do.”

My ears turn hot and a red blush coats my cheeks. She’s right; I do appreciate them. Without my children, I don’t know how I could have managed to get through everything I did. Even now, after all that’s happened, it feels as though I have nothing better to look forward to than knowing how amazing they are. Tears stab my eyes. 

And I almost jump out of my seat when someone calls, “You can stop hiding behind that newspaper, Apollo. We know it’s you.”

The voice surprises me so much I pop right back into my typical godly form, chiton and all. I’m already so embarrassed that I barely even realize that I’m half naked in public now. Grimacing, I stand and offer an awkward wave. “Ah, hello.”

Darren Knowles smiles at me, a knowing sparkle in his eyes. “You thought you were being stealthy, didn’t you?”

It’s been a while since I’ve really seen Darren, and the years have certainly aged him. Yet there’s still a flutter in my chest as I look at him. He doesn’t look so bad; he’s probably in his thirties or forties. I smile. “Well, I thought my godly powers would help disguise me.”

“Not as well as you thought,” Latricia remarks, smirking at me.

“How long have you known I was here?”

This time, Kayla speaks up. “Dad, we literally knew you were here the moment you got here.”

I blink. “And you didn’t call me out?”

Will shakes his head. “We wanted to see what you’d do. Gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t do anything too spontaneous. Good job.” 

He’s teasing me, but even then I feel a brush of humility come over me. “Well, I have to say that I didn’t quite know you three only come together to make fun of me.”

Naomi waves her hand in a dismissive manner. “Only to make sure our children know how lucky we are to have them.” Her eyes rove over me, almost as if judging how much I’ve changed. “I haven’t seen you in a while," she notes.

The three adults share a look, carrying a silent conversation with each other. Will, Austin, and Kayla watch me as if they expected me to do exactly this. Austin laughs. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

I shrug. “I just... I don’t know. I know I already see you three often enough, but I suppose I just wanted to see how things were going. Especially with your parents.” I glance at them, my cheeks blooming red. “I haven’t exactly been the best parent in the past. I just want to apologize. And let you know that your children... Well, they’re some of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. You’ve raised them better than I could ever have.”

Silence lingers in the air, waiting for someone to make the next move. Then Darren gestures to the food before them. “Why don’t you sit? I suppose we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[shi-chimera]

Balan Wonderworld headcanons have been rattling around in my head for a while now so I'm just gonna plop them here. Enjoy, don't enjoy, whatever.

◇General◇

-The Balan Theater is MASSIVE and works much like the door in Howl's Moving Castle. Anyone can access it from a number of dilapidated old buildings if they know which ones to look for.

-The theater has at least two dozen rooms, a large restaurant style kitchen, a full bar, and a massive library with window seats, a day bed, and roughly five thousand books at any given time. The books change out at random because the library has a mind of its own.

-Other rooms include Balan and Lance's bedrooms (they live in the theater), Balan's office, and some guest rooms and lounge/living room type spaces. Some of the rooms have flippable floors and sliding walls to convert them into smaller or different rooms.

-The building also has a small rear courtyard with a single, ENORMOUS tree in it. There are also some small flowerbeds and in one corner by the building is a dumpster.

-The theater's porch lights indicate if an exterior door (i.e. an entrance) is active or not. If the lights are on, the doors are open!

♡Balan♡

-Balan feeds off positive emotions and energy. It's part of why he entertains people. Smiling people are happy and happy people keep him going.

-The most extra person you can find, and has a fixation with his appearance. The smallest stain or speck of dirt, loose thread, etc. and he LOSES HIS MIND. He WILL throw an absolute drama queen level spectacle. Everything he does is over the top.

-High energy, so much so that he tends to fidget, pace, or other wise be in constant motion to burn it all off. He's also ambidexterous, but favors his left so you're likely to see him writing paperwork or lifting things with his left hand more often.

-Is an excellent chef and will cook you the most delicious meal you've ever eaten.

-Balan enjoys tea (in a traditional cup and saucer, Earl Grey in particular), but enjoys it more with cookies. If you bring him tea, make yourself a cup too because he will insist you also have one. He will also probably share a cookie with you. Save yourself a headache and just take it. He considers anything he gives you a gift and if you decline or throw it away he will be very upset and assume you don't like him anymore. You can, however, throw away napkins and the like, of course.

-NEVER drops the smile if he can at all help it. He can and will be in emotional distress and you'd never know unless you knew what to look for. Subtle eye movements and shifts in his posture reveal his mood. Will drum his fingers in specific patterns to calm himself down depending on how he's feeling, though you'll almost never see them.

-He only takes off his hat around people he trusts wholely with every fiber of his being. Lance is one of the few. He's quite pretty underneath, with finely swirling gold patterns all over him similar to Lance and a golden heart shape on his forehead (also like Lance).

-He likes wine, especially red wine. He has a high alcohol tolerance. Can and WILL drink you under the table. He gets extra flirty when he's properly drunk, and if you can get him talking he'll definitely lose track of how much he's had. He can phase objects through one another, so you'll frequently see him fill his glass by tipping it against a bottle.

-Likes to play around with a vaudeville hook and will hook Lance out of the ether if they try to phase out of a conversation or if he expressly needs something from them.

-He's HUGE and all the furniture in the theater is sized for humans, and I do mean ALL OF IT, so his lanky ass looks ridiculous sitting on any kind of furniture. There is one exception to this and that is his bed.

-Speaking of, his room is huge and decked out in a red/white/gold/navy color scheme (hmm, I wonder why?). It has wall panels. He has a walk in closet filled to the brim and a large vanity with a mirror edged in lights. It's also MESSY. Piles of clothes, random objects, makeup all over the vanity. The bed is a 3/4 circle, and it wasn't his idea. Lance actually had it put in while Balan was distracted.

-Why did Lance get Balan a new bed? Well, Balan USED TO sleep in a human sized bed, and he sleeps like he's dead. As such, he can and did fall out of bed every night without fail, usually taking a nightstand or other large object out on the way down and not waking up at all. The crashing sounds kept waking Lance up and they had enough of that.

-Threw a hissyfit when Lance got him the new bed without permission. Sleeps splayed out in the "starfish" position, usually tangled up in the sheets like they came alive and tried to strangle him. One or more limbs will usually be hanging over the side, including his head. Doesn't fall out of the new bed NEARLY as often.

-If you fall asleep in the theater, expect to wake up in that bed. He will insist you sleep in comfort, and the bed is big enough for five people so you aren't inconveniencing him in any way by laying in it. He can sleep across from you on the other side, and will sleep still as a statue if you're there.

-Has little to no concept of gender as a whole. He has no biological gender and can be whatever he wants as he feels fit. Accepts any and all pronouns. As such, he doesn't assign gender stereotypes to ANYTHING (clothes, people, objects of any kind) and doesn't understand most human created gender related norms.

-Will frequently call people Darling. If he likes you, will sometimes call you Dear. I.e. "Lance, darling, why are you always like this? Just SMILE!" and "Look at that smile, dear girl! Positively RADIANT!"

-For the LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE LOVE HIM. There is NEVER such a thing as too much affection as far as Balan is concerned. He will PINE for it. Hug him, lean on him, ask him to hold your hand or carry you around. Something, anything! He WANTS as much attention as possible and will come at you like he's more touch starved than Lance. He has ZERO concept of personal space. He will toss you in the air (he will also always catch you, calm down), hold your face, pat you on the head, flat out glomp you, the whole shebang. Unless you clearly state otherwise, he will be all over you ALL THE TIME.

-Rarely if ever gets TRULY upset, and if he does the cracks will start to show. He will pace and rapidly teleport when stressed out, and will sometimes summon doubles without realizing. The doubles can't talk, and mainly just act as stand-ins in shows.

-Always puts the visitors first and will cancel a show if he feels someone is in danger, emotional distress, etc.

-His eyes glow in the dark, and the pupils get narrower instead of smaller (kinda like a cat). His dreads are also prehensile (they can be moved at will) and he has a set of four back tendrils like Lance. He never shows them unless absolutely neccessary or for intimidation. They're curled up like little nubbins on his back, under his clothes. They're extremely sensitive and are actually feelers that let him read the energy in a room so he can react accordingly.

-He DOES have casual clothes, usually semiformal (button up shirts, suit vests, etc.) and will pull his dreads back out of his face when his hat is off.

-He enjoys witty banter, and will have a "banter battle" with anyone willing, Lance unwillingly included. Annoying Lance is actually one of his favorite pasttimes. He's kinda a lil shit sometimes.

-Is literally millenia old and has been hanging around doing this showbiz thing for ages, just in different ways. Picked up the theater thing when it was immensely popular around Shakespeare's time. He's actually older than Lance, and despite his largely immature attitude, he's actually more emotionally stable.

☆Lance☆

-Angsty lil cinnamon bun.

-Absolutely starved for affection of any kind (Balan doesn't count), and very lonely. Will immediately doubt you/deny/contradict you if you compliment them. Will squirm and make desperation "THEY'RE TOUCHING ME. WHAT DO I DO? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. BALAN HALP." noises if you show them physical affection. Will also blush profousely.

-Plays the villain role in all the shows, and as a result almost no one likes or acknowledges them. As a whole they tend to be antisocial with very clear touch boundaries (Balan does NOT CARE). Very quiet and serious, and only speaks when absolutely necessary.

-Will NOT sugarcoat things (unless they like you, then expect sugarcoating of unimportant/trivial things). Less than stellar at the whole "emotional comfort" thing. If they like you, will hold you if you ask (especially if you're visibly upset).

-Feeds on negative emotions, meaning they have a more constant energy supply than Balan (though Balan is physically and power-wise stronger). Tends to be emotionally unstable and will get easily fed up/throw a small tantrum when they've had enough. Generally low energy and sleeps/naps often.

-Strictly They/Them pronouns. Also lacks a biological gender like Balan and can be anything they feel like being. Understands human created gender stereotypes and social norms.

-Prefers more feminine clothing. You're more likely to see casual clothes with Lance. They rarely care about other people's opinions on the matter. They prefer comfy, truly casual clothing made of soft cloth. Will always be wearing heels of some kind, though, and usually a scarf. Hair will be pulled back, typically in a messy bun or something similar.

-Does all the repairs and maintinence for the theater, including costume repair (especially if Balan's costume needs it, he will weep LOUDLY until Lance fixes the issue). Not uncommon to see them with their head in a ceiling fixing wiring, etc.

-Will absolutely melt if you stroke/run your fingers through their hair. They find it soothing, and if you pull them to you they'll fall asleep on your lap, against your shoulder, etc.

-Back tendrils are PAINFULLY sensitive, please don't touch without permission.

-Is a terrible cook in all things except desserts and sweets. They excell at all sugary treat making. Also an excellent bartender with a wide knowledge of cocktails.

-Absolute lightweight. Will get drunk off two shots, and is a weepy drunk. Tends to steer clear of drinking alcohol as a result. Enjoys Shirley Temple drinks, and can tie cherry stems into shapes with their tongue. Will cut you off if they think you've had enough booze.

-Impeccable and neat room filled with crystals, candles, incense, and lots of glow in the dark things. Their room has a purple and dark theme with small gold accents and is in general a small room with one window on the left side. Modestly sized canopy bed with plain bedding. Expect to never see this room unless they really adore you. They will know if you've so much as touched the doorknob and they WILL show up immediately to shoo you away.

-Tends to phase through the floor in a puddle of shadows, especially when trying to avoid a conversation. Will flail desperately if Balan pulls them back with his vaudeville hook.

-Lance is a light sleeper and any small sound will usually wake them up. Balan leaves them constantly sleep deprived. Sleeps curled up in a ball with their face snuggled into the comforter.

-If they find you asleep in the theater, they won't move you, but you're likely to wake up with pillows under your head and hips and a blanket tucked over you. They will also fall asleep anywhere and everywhere so if you're drowsy they'll steer you to the best napping spots (the daybed in the library is one of their favorites).

-Will throw stuff at Balan, watch your head.

-Has two sets of upper fangs, one right after the other and the second set is smaller than the first set, and one set of bottom fangs. Will rarely if ever smile, and is hesitant to be happy around you if they like you. NO ONE likes them, and if YOU like them you're the only one so they don't want to scare you off.

-They are remarkably gentle (despite being constantly cast as the villain), and tend to move more gracefully than Balan. Excellent at the Waltz and Tango, though they don't dance often.

-Eyes ALSO glow in the dark, and the pupils are slitted like a cat. They get huge and round if something catches Lance's attention.

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Oh, I see your new title! Okay, tell me about Mitsuo. Anything you want, your headcanons, AUs, canon, or anything else, here's your rambling free pass!

THANK. YOU. You are a life saver. I have wanted to ramble about this stupid boy for SO LONG.

I’ll try not to ramble for like, ridiculously long, but also I really can’t predict how long it’ll end up being in the end. But where do I begin…?

I’d say I have quite a few Mitsuo AUs, the first one that comes to mind is a one off one where he’s an Imp, absolutely inspired by my partner’s Miitopia game, where Mitsuo is an Imp. I really love Imp Mitsuo in that game, he’s a little brat and he causes problems on purpose and I just adore it, it kickstarted my third wave of Mitsuo Love. It would he fun to do something with this AU but I haven’t thought of much by myself. I do know he usually comes out of hiding in Inaba around nighttime and steals stuff, because again, he’s just a little troublemaker. Narukami tries to befriend him, because it’s Narukami, and I can’t NOT create an AU where they aren’t involved with each other somehow.

I guess that’s another thing I’ve been brainrotting over, not explicitly Mitsuo, but him and Narukami as a ship. Can I call the ship Mitsuyu? I’m gonna call it Mitsuyu.

I really really like this ship. I really love the idea of Narukami trying to befriend Mitsuo because of how he’s portrayed to try and befriend literally everyone, I love the idea of him being the only one with enough understanding and compassion and empathy to get close with Mitsuo and really learn about him. I like how in game Narukami’s willing to go up to Mitsuo on the street and just listen to him ramble, and I feel like Mitsuo has no one to talk to aside from Narukami, so whenever he gets the chance, he just goes on and on and on, and Narukami’s willing to listen. I think he’s got a lot of things swirling around in his head, he could ramble for hours.

I’m worried this ramble is just gonna turn into one about Mitsuyu now, lmao.

Imagine how they’d interact in the Imp Mitsuo AU… Mitsuo would probably be a little shit. Like, he’d just completely mess around with Narukami all the time, maybe be a little flirty sometimes. He’d probably be genuinely surprised when Narukami keeps coming back to talk to him through it all. Next thing he knows, he’s got a genuine friend, and oh no, he’s catching feelings! Because let’s face it, Mitsuo would definitely catch feelings first, I think.

They’d probably hit him like a slap in the face. I think Narukami would come to a more gradual realization of his feelings. He’d be better at hiding them compared to Mitsuo too - Mitsuo’s probably painfully obvious. To clarify, I’m not strictly talking about Imp Mitsuo here, I mean EVERY Mitsuo from any AU I discuss that includes Mitsuyu.

Narukami would be really good for Mitsuo. I already have a post about Mitsuo headcanons, I believe, though I can’t remember if I listed off the headcanon of him being neglected. Couple that with him being ignored or belittled by everyone else around him because of his looks, it’s no wonder he’s so desperate for attention he’d kill a guy. Also sometimes I wonder how he managed to kill Morooka AND hang his body on a roof. He’s still in high school, y’know? Weird boy. But I digress.

Narukami would give him all the attention he’s been craving for so long. Praise, hugs, kisses, all the soft stuff Mitsuo didn’t realize he really needed until he got it. I think Mitsuo would cry when he gets to cuddle Narukami for the first time. Narukami would soothe him, too. I just want them to be soft, Mitsuo needs it.

It’d take a while, but I can see Narukami’s existence in Mitsuo’s life affecting him drastically, by that I mean holy shit Narukami, you just prevented a murder. Narukami would kill away Mitsuo’s feelings of emptiness, he wouldn’t feel like he’s nothing anymore, because he matters to Narukami. As long as he’s around, Mitsuo isn’t nothing. He feels he finally has a purpose.

I also can’t remember if I mentioned this in the Mitsuo headcanons post, but I don’t think Mitsuo would care what you label his gender as, maybe. Not much to it, he just doesn’t care. Maybe he secretly gets happy when someone refers to him with pronouns that aren’t he/him for once. He’s not good at hiding it in front of Narukami, I bet. Narukami likes to frequently switch his pronouns around just to see him smile. Mitsuo doesn’t smile very often, so Narukami cherishes it.

I used to think of Mitsuo’s in-game sprites as completely unflattering, at least, compared to how he looks in the P4 anime. He’s really cute in the anime. But I’ve gotten so fond of him that I actually think his smiling sprite is cute now. Like, when you can talk to him in the shopping district and he’s rambling about the murders, you have the option to either agree or disagree with what he says. When you agree, he smiles. And it totally gets to me. Not only does no one talk to him, I bet barely anyone ever agrees with him on things, either. I can’t imagine how happy he might feel to have someone engage with him for once and actually agree with what he says.

There’s so much untapped potential with Mitsuo, it’s so sad. The most you get of his backstory is through his dungeon, and through talking with NPCs around town about him, and thats about it. It’s a shame that Atlus didn’t flesh him out as much as the other characters. Seriously, through his attention seeking nature alone, there’s so much potential backstory there. What he’s already got is fine, it’s okay, but he could’ve gotten so much more. And most people brush him off because of his looks, too, so there’s really not much Mitsuo fan content out there to consume, along with the small amount of official Mitsuo content that exists.

I think a social link with him would be really cool, but with how everything fits together in P4 like a puzzle, it would never work out without heavy planning and modification. Might be a cool mod though.

I think his dungeon is great, and I love how one floor is the exact same as a floor in Adachi’s dungeon because he’s a mock killer. I like it visually, and I LOVE his dungeon theme. I was so angry when I heard it for the first time because goddamn, it was criminally catchy. I love his boss fight too. He needs to hide behind a video game character, a shield, to pretend to be strong and courageous and mature, when he’s really just a weak, cowardly child with (most likely) an overinflated ego. I like how the dialogue progresses into madness the farther you go into his dungeon, I like the first dialogue of Mitsuo getting “knocked down” by Morooka to represent him getting expelled. Even though there’s not much of it, the stuff in P4 relating to Mitsuo is all really cool and really fascinating.

I think it’d do wonders for his character just seeing more cutscenes with him in them. Like, before Morooka’s murder, you can see him in the background of some of Yukiko’s s-links, stalking her. Maybe it shows a cutscene of him rambling to Rise that one time, or it shows him angrily running out of Marukyu Tofu when the boys go there for the first time, cuz he was being ignored. Maybe there could be a simple cutscene of him being lead into the interrogation room by Adachi and then being pushed into the TV because YES, I AM STILL SALTY THAT HE IS THE ONLY VICTIM WITHOUT A CUTSCENE. I know the lights were off, but… C’mon, Atlus, doesn’t that just make your job easier…?

And look at that, I STILL ended up rambling about Mitsuo for too damn long. So sorry about that, but seriously - thank you for giving me the opportunity. It’s not very often that I get to talk about him, so I really just indulged in myself here. And sorry if the formatting is weird, or if the progression doesn’t make sense etc. I practically started speaking my mind, just seeing where that would take me. And it took me all over the place :’)

[starlightkenobi]

i am so excited to write this holy shit, i hope yall enjoy this but it’s gonna have some MASSIVE daddy kink, so if that ain’t your thing, i wouldn’t read it lmao. this is also PURE ABSOLUTE PORN so just a forewarning

also !!! if this does well and people say tell me they like it, i might do some more domestic and soft daddy obi wan headcanons in the future 😉 so lemme know if you guys want something like that

Taking Care of You // Obi Wan x Reader

rating: explicit !!!

warnings: daddy kink, soft dom obi wan, choking, PRAISE KINK FOR DAYS

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Finally, you and Obi Wan were together again. After a long mission away from Coruscant, Obi Wan was finally back. The second he got off of his ship, you practically dragged him back to your quarters. Pulling him inside while he laughed at your eagerness. He fully expected you to absolutely jump him and throw him onto your bed the second that your door was closed, but you didn’t. Instead, you hugged him tightly. Obi Wan said it was best if you two didn’t have any sort of affectionate physical contact in public, and that included hugging. So, you had to wait until you two were alone to wrap your arms around him.

“I...I missed you.” You mumbled with your face still buried in his chest. Obi Wan was completely stunned. This was absolutely adorable. You had both of your arms wrapped around his torso while you snuggled into his chest. He enveloped you in his large, strong arms and soothingly ran his hands up and down your back.

“I missed you too, my love.” Your heart swelled, and you hid your face against him as you felt yourself blushing. This didn’t last very long though, as he quickly grabbed your chin and pulled your face up to meet his. “Let me take care of you, darling.” If it was possible for your heart to melt anymore, it just did. Obi Wan was always like this with you, especially when coming home after long missions. He absolutely loved taking care of you, making you feel safe and loved. He would brush your hair, help you change your clothes, and even cooked you meals. It gave you a strong sense of security and safety that you cherished, and you made sure to always let him know how much you appreciate him and everything he does for you.

“Y-yes...” A word hovered on your lips, but you decided not to say it. Obi Wan didn’t seem to notice. The hand that firmly gripped your chin pulled you forward to kiss him. You relished in the feeling of his lips against yours, something that you didn’t get to feel often since he was always out on missions and away from you. While one hand stayed gripping your jaw, the other traveled all over your body, but finally settling to grope at your breast, causing you to moan. He chuckled into your lips before pulling away.

“You make such sweet sounds for me, little one.” Your cheeks flushed and you looked down, embarrassed. “Awww, look at me, little one.” The hand on your jaw lifted your face again, this time, accidentally putting some pressure on your neck. You moaned unintentionally at the feeling. His eyes widened, surprised at what reaction he had just accidentally caused. Tentatively, his hand traveled a little lower, wrapping completely around your throat and applying a little bit of pressure. This time, you whined, completely embarrassed by what he was able to do to you. “Well this is new...” He murmured to himself. “But interesting.” He took a mental note that you enjoyed that and removed his hand, bringing it along with his other hand to right below your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso and let him carry you to the bed. Gently, he placed you down, peppering kisses down your neck.

“You are so beautiful, little one.” He murmured the praise into your skin, making your face light up. “Really, you are. You’re so strong, and gorgeous...” He pulled your shirt off over your head. “And I absolutely adore you.” All of this praise was making you light headed and floaty. You had no idea how Obi Wan could so easily send you into this head space. Was he even aware that he was doing it?

His hands felt like they were everywhere, and it took no time to make you a writhing mess underneath him. You couldn’t prevent the moans escaping your lips as his hands slid under your bra tweaked your nipples. His lips stayed on your neck, kissing and biting softly. “Good girl.” He chuckled, you knew that he loved it when you were vocal for him.

You felt completely overwhelmed and spacey, so it shouldn’t have come as such a shock to you that when his fingers brushed over your cunt, you moaned “Daddy!” You immediately untwisted your hands from the sheets and covered your face. In response, Obi Wan stopped his movements and stared at you, briefly stunned.

“What did you just say?” He managed to ask, still a little shocked.

“Uh uh!” You mumbled into your hands, too embarrassed to repeat yourself. Maybe he didn’t hear you right. Maybe you could just convince him that he misheard you. Before you could come up with something to say, one hand pulled your hands from your face and pinned them above your head. You hesitantly opened your eyes and were met with Obi Wan’s intent stare and an unreadable expression on his face. No, he definitely did not mishear you. Fuck.

“I asked you a question, little one.” His other hand lovingly stroked your cheek. Okay, he wasn’t angry with you. This was safe. He was safe.

You whined before finally opening your mouth. “D-daddy...” You stammered. He smiled down at you and those gorgeous eyes of his glimmered. He looked absolutely in love.

“Good girl!” He cooed, making your heart flutter. You giggled happily. He made you feel so safe and loved. He took his hand off of your face and slipped it under the waistband of your underwear, brushing against your clit. You whimpered, wanting more but not knowing how to ask. “It’s alright love, just ask me.”

“I w-want you to...touch me. Please.” You whined, his fingers swirling around your clit gently.

Obi Wan tutted. “That’s not how you ask me, little one.” His pointer finger teased around your entrance, but never slipping inside like you wanted. He was waiting for you to say it again. “Go ahead darling. Say it.”

“P-please, touch me...daddy!” He smiled, finally slipping two fingers inside of you.

“Good girl.” He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, causing you to loudly whine for him.

“H-harder...please.” Obi Wan raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish your sentence. “Daddy!” You moaned.

“That’s it...good. You’re always so good for me.” He pumped his fingers faster, curling them inside of you and making you reach new heights of pleasure. When your back began arching off the bed, Obi Wan could tell that you were close and removed his fingers from inside of you. “Do you want me inside you, love?”

“Yes daddy, please...” Obi Wan beamed at you.

“Of course love. Anything for my little girl.” Obi Wan pulled away from you to undress, making you whine and reach out for him. He laughed and looked back down to you. “I’ll be right there, love.” As soon as he was fully undressed, he came back to you. You reached down to pull off your pants, but he grabbed your wrists and stopped you. “Let me, little one.” You blushed and rested your hands above your head on your own. “Good girl.” He said, his voice deep and filled with lust.

He undressed you, pulling off your pants and underwear and removing your bra. He took his time, gliding his hands up and down your body slowly as he pulled each piece of your clothing off. Once you were finally undressed, you whined impatiently. “Daddy...please, I want to feel your big cock inside of me.” You mumbled, still feeling floaty.

Obi Wan’s eyes widened and he smirked at your words. “You are absolutely filthy.” He lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance. “And I love it.” Slowly, he pressed into you, stretching you and filling you up. You moaned, loving how full you felt already.

“D-daddy...!” You moaned, moving your hands to grip his shoulders, desperate to touch him.

“Uh uh, little one.” He grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them back above your head. Still desperate for him, you tried to grind your hips upwards to meet his, but he pinned your hips down with his other hand. “You will take what I give you.” You whined loudly, before he shushed you. “Hush little one. You’ve been so good for me. I’ll give you what you crave.” With that, he began pounding into you.

Obi Wan knew exactly how to take care of you. He knew what you needed and he knew how to give it to you. He knew exactly how much you could take and what made you tick. So, he kept his steady and rough pace and tightened his grip around your wrists. He knew you loved it when he lost control and got a little rough with you.

You felt like you had reached another plane of existence. You could only moan and whimper, occasionally letting out broken and breathy fragments of “Daddy!” as he fucked into you like his life depended on it. His tight grip on your writs was grounding you, but you wanted it somewhere else. You didn’t quite know how to ask him for it though, so you just looked up at him and whined. He immediately knew what you wanted. Of course he knew.

“Y-you’re such a good girl for me...fuck. Always so perfect.” Obi Wan was always so composed, but even he was struggling to form full sentences with the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. “If I take my hand off of your wrists, will you keep them there for me? Like a good girl?” He asked, almost panting.

“Y-yes...daddyyyy!” You moaned out, just knowing that his hand on your throat would send you over the edge.

“You want to cum for me, don’t you?” He was still keeping up the brutal pace with his hips while his hand slid down to grip your throat. He didn’t apply a lot of pressure yet, just gently resting there to remind you who was in control. 

“Please daddy!” You practically screamed, craving release. He chuckled, deep and low in his throat. Then, without warning, his grip tightened on your throat and squeezed.

“Then cum. Cum for daddy.” The combination of Obi Wan’s hand squeezing your throat and calling himself daddy caused the coil in your belly to snap, and you came with a silent scream.

His hips stuttered as you clenched around him, as he was on the brink of release himself. “G-good girl...” He trailed off, releasing the grip on your neck and growling. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out and stroking himself. You almost moaned at the sight of it, but your throat was too raw from screaming and being choked, so you could only let out a quiet whimper. With a loud groan, he came all over your stomach.

The second he came, his hand was on your cheek and he started talking to you. “Darling, are you alright? You were so good for me, absolutely perfect. I hope I wasn’t to rough with y-”

“Obi Wan, you were perfect.” You cut him off, still coming out of your post orgasm stupor. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank the stars. I was so worried that I could have hurt you, or that I was too rough.” He stated frantically. You hushed him.

“You could never hurt me, I trust you.” You grabbed his face and kissed him, reassuring him that you were alright. He pulled away and made a face, clearly having come in contact with the cum drying on your stomach.

“Let me go get a rag and clean you up, love.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he got up. You were beaming, feeling absolutely giddy with the knowledge that no matter what, and no matter how far away he might be, Obi Wan would always be there to take care of you.

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Inhibitions

I was thinking about FSA tolerance headcanons again sooo XD I love Blue being a lightweight and Red being ridiculously good at holding his liquor.. putting Green in the middle and Vio closer to Red, or at least having Vio be good at hiding how drunk he is. but that got me thinking about Vio and Green drinking alone together, not having to worry about keeping up facades or staying alert for threats... anddddd now have a fluffy Vio/Green ficlet! (obv warning for legal drinking/drunkenness but it’s totally sfw!)

“Rough day?”

Green looked up from his lap, blinking the fog from his eyes to find Vio standing in the entryway. Vio gave him a look, equal measures knowing and tired, and Green only chuckled as he turned back to the sword in his lap. He’d zoned out sharpening it some time ago it seemed, the house now quiet, crickets chirping beyond the windowpanes. He sighed, sliding the blade into its sheath as Vio approached.

“Not any rougher than the rest,” Green relented, and Vio scoffed, tone full of humor.

“No use worrying about it now. It’s late, you should relax for once,” Vio hummed, and when Green looked up again he noticed the bottle in Vio’s hand. The taller man lifted it, a glimmer in his eye. “What do you say?”

Green smiled, and Vio settled onto the couch beside him with poised ease. The bottle was dark glass, expensive liquor from the tavern in town. Green couldn’t remember the last time he went--nor the last time either of them drank. Vio wasn’t usually the type, preferring to keep his wits about him and tease Blue as he quickly became drunk. Green didn’t drink with the others either, not really, even when Red pleaded and Blue tried to bait him with drinking contests. He was always on edge when they were out, too tense not to keep an eye out for any evil lurking in the shadows.

Vio handed him the bottle, the cap mysteriously missing. At least when they were home, Green didn’t have to keep on the defensive. He took a swig, wincing at the burning taste of it until it radiated warmth in his chest. Vio laughed softly as Green handed the bottle back, taking a drink of his own, face a perfect mask of calm at the taste.

“Not bad,” Vio murmured as he pulled back. He handed the bottle over again and smiled, settling in. “So, tell me about your day.”

Green lost track of time as the night wore on, the warmth in his body smoothing away any lingering worries from the day. The next thing he knew, he was crackling up over something Vio had said--something so deadpan and innocuous that when he sat back up, the world tilted dangerously, and Green realized how plastered he must be.

Vio didn’t seem to notice, or at least he didn’t comment, taking his turn drinking from the bottle. There was a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, his eyes just a bit more lidded than usual, but otherwise he appeared much the same as before. When the bottle returned to his hand he tilted it back and forth, trying to judge just how full it was. At least half, though the glass was heavy and dark, so maybe more? He took another drink and some spilled down his chin, making him yelp as Vio chuckled beside him. He wiped his mouth, cheeks heating as he grinned.

“I’m drunk.”

“So it seems,” Vio took the bottle again, inspecting it much the same. The sharp, analytical edge was still there, but... “Guess I can handle my liquor better than you, too.”

There was a haziness in Vio’s eyes, and Green smirked as he began to drink again. “Makes sense. You’ve got the most practice, after all.”

Vio nearly choked, and when he pulled back a startled laugh fell from his lips. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you really expect me to believe you and Shadow were drinking ‘evil rootbeer’, Vio? We’re not kids anymore,” Green stifled his laughter behind a hand as Vio rolled his eyes. “That lie wasn’t good back then, even for you.”

“Alright, fine, you caught me,” Vio huffed, but he was grinning as he shoved the bottle back at Green. “Shadow and I may have drunk some things we should not have. What can I say, I was trying to play the part.”

“Yeah, but you liked it,” Green grinned, giggling when Vio’s cheeks flushed darker. “Did you let yourself go back then? You must’ve if you and Shadow became so close--”

“Oh-- Give me that,” Vio huffed, pulling the bottle away again. He took a long drink, and when he pulled back his face was definitely red. “‘m not drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Are you now?” Green waggled his eyebrows.

Vio took another swig and Green doubled over with laughter.

“Alright, okay,” Vio mumbled, shoving the bottle back into Green’s hands as he rubbed at his face. “You need to drink more of that-- Goddesses help me if I say something embarrassing and you remember it.”

Green could barely stop laughing long enough to drink again, the liquor tasting more like apple juice than fire the drunker he got. He was warm and heavy and pleasantly relaxed now, but with Vio so flustered he couldn’t resist his curiosity now.

“So, you’re an honest drunk then?” Green smirked, and Vio eyed him with amusement. “Gonna tell me some secrets then?”

“Shut up,” Vio groaned, hiding a smile behind his hand. “Goddesses, I had no idea you were a flirty drunk. I never would’ve agreed to this--”

“What? Vi, I’m offended!” Green swooned back on the couch, grinning wide. “Me? A flirt? You’re a married man, I could never!”

Like music to Green’s ears, Vio began to laugh. It wasn’t the subdued, shy laughter or sarcastic chuckling either--but real, snorting laughter, absolutely honest and unflattering as Vio tried to stifle the sound. His eyes glistened with tears as he shook his head, absolutely beaming as Green stared, transfixed by the sight.

“I-- I’m not married, I’m not even dating--” Vio managed as he caught his breath. The flush on his cheeks and the unfiltered joy that sparkled in his eyes was too much for Green’s poor heart, and he hastily took another drink to calm its racing. “Shadow and I messed around, but that was years ago, Goddesses Green, it was all hormones and alcohol and lowered inhibitions...”

Vio sighed, shaking his head. When he looked back up, there was a fond, lopsided smile on his face, and Green felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Lowered inhibitions?” Green murmured.

When had Vio gotten that close? Their legs were pressed together now, sometime between Vio’s laughing fit and Green’s inevitable plunge off the deep end. Vio laughed, plucking the bottle from Green’s hands and taking another swig. He frowned as he pulled back, swirling the glass--it was empty.

“Yeah, y’know, like,” Vio waved his free hand around aimlessly, struggling with words for the first time Green could remember. The small pout on Vio’s lips when he failed to concentrate, his face scrunching up in drunken annoyance--so cute. “Oh, whatever, you know what I mean.”

“Nope,” Green shifted forward. He could smell the booze on Vio, mixing with his strong scent of lavender. His head spun, it was intoxicating. “Dunno that word. Give me an example?”

Vio huffed, eyes roaming just a bit too slow over Green. “Alcohol makes you feel funny things, doesn’t it? Like attraction.”

Green swallowed, bobbed his head. He wasn’t sure what he was agreeing with, but Vio laughed, so it must’ve been right. He couldn’t take his eyes off Vio’s perfect, thin lips, watching them move without paying attention to the words that came out.

A hand slipped into his hair, a bit clumsy, and Green finally looked back up. Oh, Vio was close now, their faces just inches away. Green’s breath shuddered out as Vio’s hand cupped the back of his neck, tangling in his hair.

“I still don’t understand,” Green murmured, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. “Show me?”

Vio sighed, smiling as he pressed their foreheads together. “You better not regret this in the morn--”

Green slipped forward, and their lips finally connected.

---

Green woke the next morning to a pounding headache, a sore back, and with his head resting on Vio’s chest. He shifted, grunting in discomfort until an arm held him back against Vio’s side. The couch was barely big enough, their legs tangled and half falling off the side, but... Green sighed, settling down once more. It was barely dawn yet, and he wasn’t ready to forget the night just yet.

[ellavorer]

What did you think…? (2/2)

So, here I am with Part 2! I’ve worked really hard on these after I got such a great response.

Once again, I’d like to give a shout-out to @that-one-fandom-vore-blog. And I’d also like to give a shout-out to @gr00vyr0se, a fellow MJF fan and vore lover.

I hope all of you enjoy this second part, because I’ll be bombarding y’all with as much vore goodness as I can: headcanons, prompts, and hopefully an Ellex Christmas ficlet before Winter Break.

Also, if any of y’all have watched Netherbeast Incorporated, I might write a fic for Otto and Pearl if any of you want it.

Anyway, enough of me rambling. ENJOY!

Alex's eyes slowly opened. He ran his hand through his hair, though there was something in his subconscious telling him to keep the other hand pressed against his stomach.

Did I sleep in my clothes last night?

As he opened his eyes, he observed how everything in the house seemed... smaller. A brief memory flashed through his mind and he instinctively looked down at his stomach, which was exposed by his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

Oh, right...

The memories from last night come swirling back in his head: the panic, the emptiness in his stomach, the tears... and...

Did I actually...

Alex felt something stir in his gut and almost jumped before remembering that he was only a few inches below the ceiling, not wanting to hit his head again. He poked at his stomach, earning another movement from his prey.

"Ellen?" he asked nervously. "Are you awake?"

Ellen giggled as she rubbed at the stomach walls. "Good morning, Alex," she said with a smile.

"Oh, thank God," he sighed. "You're okay."

"Of course I'm alright," Ellen assured him, tracing random shapes onto the wall. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than yesterday. Full."

A low growl filled Alex's ears, but he didn't feel the same vibration he usually felt from under his skin. Not to mention it sounded a little muffled.

"Sorry, that was me," he heard Ellen apologize.

"Hey, that's fine," he said. "I heard last night that you shouldn't be put off by someone's tummy rumbling."

Ellen thanked God that he couldn't see her blush. She felt Alex pat at her shape, bringing her back down to Earth.

"You want me to cough you up so I can make breakfast and you can get a shower?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I guess."

Ellen allowed  herself to go limp to make it easier for him. Everything around her  tightened and the sound of his hacking cough rang through her ears. She  finally started moving upward, the muscles around her flexing, forcing  her back into his mouth. She lay on his tongue, curling into a ball so  she wouldn't make contact with his teeth.

He held her there a  moment. He couldn't help it. His tongue shifted under her little body,  once again, reacquainting himself with her taste. Drool was puddling on  his tongue, and try as he might to convince himself to spit her out gently, he ended up having to all but drop her onto the surface of his  palm.

"S-- sorry," he quickly apologized.

"No, it's okay," Ellen said, feeling herself being lowered to the ground. She set herself down onto her feet  and watched Alex shift back to his normal height.

"I'd hug you, but... you know," Alex gestured to her, bringing to her attention that she was slicked down with his spit.

Ellen laughed. "I really do need that shower. But, what are we gonna do about my clothes?"

"Just leave them outside the bathroom and I'll wash them."

"Wow, Alex P. Keaton doing laundry," Ellen mused.

Alex laughed. "And I'm sure that somehow Mallory left something behind that you can wear today."

Ellen gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she said.

"Ellen!" Alex pretended to whine.

"What...? Oh, right."

Alex wiped the spit away as Ellen walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He followed closely so he could get to his room and change into some fresh clothes. After he changed, he walked out of his room and saw Ellen's winter coat and clothes in a wet pile outside the bathroom door. He gingerly picked them up and went to the laundry room.

Ellen relentlessly scrubbed her entire body to get rid of the saliva. She closed her eyes as she washed her hair, her head continuously replaying everything from last night in her head: the noises of emptiness then contentment erupting from her boyfriend's stomach, his enjoyment of both external and internal massages... and he was completely fine with it once he got used to the idea.

Maybe he'd feel the same if I told him I wanted to try it...

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The pancakes seemed to be taking their sweet damn time, Alex's stomach weighing in with low, pained growls. It just felt emptier without Ellen now, even emptier than it was the last night. He kinda missed having her there. But he knew he needed to have actual food in his system before they tried it out again.

But, what he considered the most was how... eager she seemed to be. His free hand trailed down to his stomach, trying to remember the sensation of Ellen's small hands against the walls of his belly. He would've lost himself in the memory if he hadn't smelled the pancakes burning.

Ellen walked into the kitchen, dressed in one of Alex's shirts and a pair of Mallory's sweatpants that she had left behind. She caught a whiff of the pancakes, taking in the scent. Her stomach let out a deep, empty groan that alerted Alex to her presence. He turned around and saw her pressing her hand against her flat stomach.

"Impatient?" he asked teasingly.

Ellen laughed shyly, sitting down at the table. "Sorry, it just smells so good."

Alex set two plates and two glasses of orange juice on the table and sat down across from her. "I should warn you that a few might be burnt. I was... thinking about last night."

Ellen had just began digging into her breakfast when he spoke, and froze. "What about last night?"

"I... I might like it to-- to try something like that again," he confessed quickly.

"You really mean it?" Ellen asked, trying to balance her tone. "You'd like to try it again?"

"Well, I think we should probably wait until I've digested my breakfast to... try it again," Alex said. "I don't think you'd enjoy staying in there with a bunch of chewed-up mush and orange juice. Plus, you just took a shower."

Ellen laughed, taking another bite of her pancakes. "Good thinking."

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After brushing their teeth, the two of them were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie that didn't have to be returned to the video store until Monday, since the store was closed on Sunday.

But they couldn't really focus on the movie. Alex's stomach was making noises as it digested his breakfast. With each little burble, he noticed Ellen stealing glances at his middle, but jerking her head away when he looked at her.

"Here," Alex said, unbuttoning his shirt... just enough to expose his belly. He pulled Ellen close and adjusted her so her ear would be pressed against it. Within a few seconds, it let out a contented yet loud gurgle.

"To tide you over until lunch," he whispered.

In response, Ellen carefully wrapped her arms around his middle. With some hesitation, she gingerly began massaging his tummy.

"You really like this, don't you?" Alex asked, finding it somewhat endearing.

Ellen froze. "Y-- yeah."

"What about... what we did last night?" he asked, apprehensively.

"It was... nice," was all Ellen could say. "It... made me feel closer to you. And safe, protected."

"I... I feel the same way," Alex said. "I mean... since eighth grade, when I found out I was a shifter, I thought that made me a monster. But, with you... you made me see this in a whole new light. And when you were in here..." he put his hand to his stomach, "I felt like I could protect you from anything."

He kissed her head, laughing as her touch against his belly grew less hesistant.

"Maybe, around lunch, you could..." he began to suggest, but his stomach spoke up for him.

"I'd love to," Ellen murmured.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Casual {Headcanon}**

Warning: Partial NSFW. Smutty Angsty Fluff, Plenty of Words

Words: 2K

Note: Okay this is LONG. It was supposed to be a Headcanon, but--yeah. So we’re gonna call it Headcanon format. Safe to say I just do whatever and call it whatever.🤷🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ Hope you enjoy!

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You and Chris have been friends for about three years. You met on the set of one of his movies where you had a very small part.  

Nine months ago, you crossed that line after a drunken night led to some amazing head and even more amazing sex. You thought it was a one-time thing but it happened again and again, and again no matter how hard you tried to stop. 

You both decided instead of suppressing it you’d just take it as it went with no strings attached. It was supposed to be easy and for the most part it was. He'd fly you out to whatever set he was on and you’d spend a loud few days together where he’d have you bent over every surface screaming his name. When you were away, he’d make surprise dick appointment visits.  

You're in the same city you’d bounce from his house, to yours and various places around town where you could discreetly get it in. Neither of you wanted the paps getting wind of what was going on. It would create too much attention for him and you’d be labeled as one of Chris Evans’ starting lineup and that was no Bueno for your rising career. 

You had absolutely no complaints. He was kind to you, treated you with respect in public, in private he gave you everything you needed just how you needed it without question. Called and texted you all the time. Told you how beautiful you were. How much he missed you. His sexting was A1 as was his bedside manner. He was perfect.  

You always knew he was thanks to your years of friendship but the last nine months really showed you everything he had to offer sexually and emotionally. He was a great catch. 

Against your better judgement you did the worst thing you could possibly do in a casual affair with your best friend—you fell for him. 

The day you realized it you were out of town stuck because of a storm, no flights going out or coming in. You and Chris had a planned weekend Hawaii where neither of you planned on leaving your secluded bungalow no matter what. He ended up at the resort by himself for a day before he got called to an emergency meeting which was the day you arrived. So you’d missed each other by mere hours.  

You spent the Sunday at the resort contemplating your life when the resort’s concierge delivered a huge fruit arrangement that housed sporadically placed buds of your favorite flower and the sweetest note.

You spent the next few months falling harder and harder until couldn’t take the terms of your relationship anymore. You wanted more. 

Tonight, you happened to be in LA at the same time thanks to a few last-minute additions to your schedule. 

Chris is on top of you with your legs bent to your ears. He is thrusting into you at a maddening pace. Your moans meshed together creating a carnal symphony, one that would no doubt be a bestseller. “Oh God, Y/N, you feel so good.”  

You love hearing him say it and can’t hide your smile. “How good? How do I feel?” 

Chris sinks deep giving you all of him forcing you to gasp loudly and angle your head back. The action gives Chris the opportunity to lean to you and place soft kisses against your neck and ear. You can hear his raspy pants. 

“Like mine.” For some reason you felt a knot in your belly and the familiar butterflies that had been present for a few months. Chris pulls back slowly and meets your eyes. 

The air in the bedroom becomes thick and heavy. His eyes soften and the clearness of the blue they were made of penetrated you to your soul.  

Chris' thrusts slow as he starts long dickin’ you, every time his hips connected with the backs of your thighs, he ground his hips into you creating a torturous pressure that was building to an uncontrolled fire. Every thrust brought you closer and closer to the brink of insanity and the way he was looking at you wasn’t helping matters. 

“Yours?” Chris pulled his bottom lips into his mouth and softly bit it. His eyes roamed over your face before he nodded.  

“All mine.” his lips drop to yours and begins a passionate languid kiss that makes you pull him closer and dig your nails into his back. 

The way he was handing you was so hypnotizing that you felt the words right at the tip of your tongue. You had to bite your tongue in order to restrain yourself. You clenched around him and he moaned against your mouth and deled his tongue deeper into your mouth and swirled it around yours. Just like that you wanted more than you’d ever wanted before.

You began moving your hips in small circles, lifting to meet his thrusts. The new sensation made Chris pull away from your lips and press his palms into the mattress beside your face. His thrust sped up but he didn’t look away from you. 

You knew he was close and you were so damn close. The two of you continued to move your bodies, you to ride against him, him delivering expert thrusts just where you needed. 

“Fuck Chris, yes, right there!”  

He gave a new angle pulling your legs down to the bed and dropping his body to yours. You screeched and held on to him for dear life as you felt your soul leaving your body. 

“F--uuuu-ck!” Your orgasm was a powerful one and by the way Chris’s body shook you knew his was as well. You heard him softly whimper before he kissed your ear then your jaw and the crook of your neck. 

“Oh my god, that was incredible.” He scoffs at your words. 

Silence fills the room and neither of you make any moves to separate. Usually one of you either drops to the bed and rests their head somewhere on the other’s body before going to the bathroom but now you both laid on the bed him on top of you with his lips still pressed to your neck while you slowly trailed your nails up and down his spine. 

After a few minutes of thinking of ways to bring up what you wanted you swallowed your fear and decided just to spit it out. 

“Chris--I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You felt his body stiffen but he didn’t pull back or away. 

“I don’t think I can be like this with you anymore--I don’t have the strength to pretend like it’s enough anymore.” 

There was pounding on your chest but you didn’t know if it was your heart racing or his. Still he stayed where he was. 

“It’s not enough for me—not anymore. I want more than casual fucks, more than no strings—I want—you.”  

After a few seconds he finally moved, pulling back slowly to look at your face. His expression is unreadable and blank as if he didn’t have a single thought. With his weight off of you, you could feel the terror that filled you. He doesn’t speak as he pulls his half hard cock from your core. You keep your eyes on him unsure what else to say until he showed some inclination of what he was thinking or feeling. 

Chris is at the edge of the bed still looking at you before he gets off the bed and stands there with the condom still on, but now it hung off him thanks to the plentiful load he’d just deposited. 

Confusion settles on his face, confusion and evident distress. He begins speaking several times but doesn’t get more than a letter out before he abandons it to say another letter. He grips his head and rakes his fingers through his hair and turns away from you. 

“I--I—I need a min—a minute.” He walks to the bathroom; closes the door and you’re left there to panic that you’d just fucked up. 

After two minutes Chris is still in the bathroom and you now feel stupid. You get off the bed and begin getting dressed ready to bolt. Without realizing it your tears roll down your cheek resolved in the evident facts that he didn’t want you, didn’t feel the same, that you weren’t enough.  

It's a hard pill to swallow, hard to accept. You grab your things and walk out his bedroom and down the stairs. Every few steps you stop trying to gather your thoughts, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. 

“Y/N?” Chris comes rushing down the steps to you. “Where are you going?” 

“Home.” 

“What? Why? I said--.” 

You interrupt him. “You said nothing Chris. Nothing. I get it.” 

You try to go around him but he blocks you. 

“Y/N, I had a cum filled condom wrapped around me. I had to take care of it and put something on so when we had this conversation—finally had this conversation we were both clothed with no distractions or misunderstandings of what I was about to say.” His words are enough to stop you and make you look at him. He sees the tears and his expression softens; you can see the remorse. He apologizes for them and sits you down on the steps as he squats before you on one that is lower. 

“Say what you have to. I don’t want to drag this out. Just say I'm not your type and all you want is sex and something casual, no strings like we agreed. Go ahead and just say you don’t see me that way. Get it over with.” You blurt the words out and fresh tears stream down your cheek.

“Oh god, Y/N, stop talking! I'd have to be dead for you to not be my type and it has nothing to do with how you look.” 

Of course you don’t believe him and assume you know what he’s going to say so you fill it in; “It’s the sex.” Chris brings his hand to your cheek to wipe at the tears there. 

“No. It's about you Y/N. Your heart. I—like you, like really like you and who you are.” You’re shocked by his words of course and have no idea what to say in response. 

“Not to say the sex isn’t incredible because my god it is—out of this world.” his smile is wide and it makes you smirk. 

“You like me?” 

Chris comes closer to you and grips the nape of your neck with both hands bringing your face closer to his. “Are you kidding? We've been friends for three years and intimate for nine. I haven’t entertained anyone but you, I don’t call anyone but you, hell I only think about you. As far as I’m concerned you are the female population—just you. I was thinking about telling you, I didn’t know how, or how you would react and I got scared. But since you’re the take life by the balls type you beat me to it. I want you Y/N, I can’t just be a good fuck for you. I want more.” 

The joy you felt was indescribable and the smile that spread across your face was too big to describe. Chris smiled with you, his rivaling yours.

“I love you.” 

You could have died then and there but instead you crashed your lips to his and kissed him hoping your feelings shone through. His lips danced with yours before you pull him back onto you as you lay against the steps. Chris smiles on your mouth. 

“You’re gonna leave me hanging like that?” 

You laugh a little before you kiss him again.

“You made me suffer for nine months of this casual thing, you can suffer for nine seconds.” 

Chris laughs loud and lifts you carrying you back to his bedroom. Neither of you break the kiss, it only intensifies. When he drops you back against the mattress, he hovers over you. You smile at him fondly fully appreciating his beauty. 

“I love you too Chris.”

His smile was soft before he kissed you again sending goosebumps across your skin and butterflies to flit in your belly.