#enough heart and stamina to love and fuck both of them

[eddieravis]

actually no i can't be normal and stop thinking about this post and this post and hurting my own feelings because like

here's eddie diaz who's not very good at making friends he doesn't work with and who's so repressed even the pope thinks it's a tad bit much and he's meeting this older firefighter pilot who's so fucking cool and he's got so much in common with and he actually wants to be friends with him. and eddie's never had a friend he can actually talk sports and martial arts with, someone who actually understands the trauma of being in the army, and maybe tommy also comes from a family like his that's not without love and it wasn't exactly bad but his parents never truly understood him or supported him in anything. maybe tommy is also an older brother who had to take the mantle of "man of the house" because his dad was too detached from it, had to take too many responsibilities at an early age.

and eddie just connects with this dude in a way that he's never connected with anyone besides buck and even then, there's things buck can't never understand but tommy does. so he starts hanging out with this guy, starts texting him and talking with him basically anytime he's not on call or with his son

and one day he brings up this fight he's excited for and asks tommy if he'd want to watch it with him and tommy's like "actually, i've got a mate who got me two ringside tickets for it and i've been looking for someone to go with, you'd be interested?" and eddie is over the moon about it. he's nearly giggling and kicking his feet up as he calls carla to ask if she can look after chris overnight because he's going to fucking vegas with a friend. when he arrives at harbour to get on the chopper tommy is flying them to vegas in he's just a bit disappointed to see buck is there too but it's also great because buck is his best friend and he loves him and he's the only person who ever made eddie feel this way once upon a time (and he's trying so hard not to think too much about that) so it's great they're friends too but actually, no, buck's not coming and eddie feels only a little bit bad that he's relieved about it.

so they go to the fight and it's fucking great and tommy gets into it just as much as eddie is. after the fight they go out for drinks with tommy's promoter friend and they get a little drunk and in that drunken haze he lets himself think about the things he usually tries to keep at bay. he thinks about how cool and impressive tommy is but also about how fucking hot he is, he's 300lb of muscle and the strength he's got, how easily he'd manhandled eddie when they were practicing muay thai the other day, how when he looked on top of eddie when he pinned him to the floor and how eddie had wanted to taste the sweat on his muscles, lick the vein in his neck, get those hands that were holding him touching way below. but he gets a hold of himself and when they get to their hotel room with the two queen size beds he makes himself stop thinking about they way he wants to touch him everywhere, find out if he can make him make some of the noises from their sparring session in a different context. tries not to think about how his cock would feel on his hand, how tommy would look as he came.

so anyway, they get back to LA the next morning and eddie tries his best to pretend he never thought any of that and then the basketball game from hell happens and tommy tells him he's gonna talk to buck, try and make peace and eddie doesn't think twice about it, they're both his friends and they would get along well. when he sees them hanging out at the restaurant he pretends that what he feels at the pit of his stomach isn't jealousy, and later that week he only wonders a little bit if marisol being a nun before truly is the only reason why he can't have sex with her anymore, if the fact that sometimes when he sinks into her deep in his brain in a corner he never goes to he thinks about a different person, one with broader shoulders and strong pecs instead of breasts isn't part of it too.

and then he's in buck's kitchen and buck's telling him "it was a date" and when eddie asks "wait, tommy's gay?" it has nothing to do with buck and all to do with him knowing in an instant that if he'd known that back in vegas he might have risked it, might have followed his deepest desires and touch tommy like he wanted to. but now his best friend is talking about him with that doe eyed look in his eyes and eddie knows that means he really likes him and eddie does his best to push his own feelings aside because that's what he's good at and buck needs him to be supportive, that he's being vulnerable and confessing something scary to him and eddie wishes he could be like that, too, so he tells him to call tommy even though eddie wants him to do the opposite, wants to be the one tommy kissed in the kitchen and took on a date

he's not lying, exactly, when he tells buck he also likes tommy but not in that way, because whatever buck feels for tommy can't compare to what eddie's going through. he doesn't know if his desire outweighs the shame, doesn't know if he'd be able to be like buck and jump straight into it with blind hope, he knows he'd never be able to talk about it tho. not for a long while. and when he goes home that night and he's laying on his marisol-free bed staring at the ceiling he gives himself permission to be fucking angry that buck gets to have what he wants so bad, lets himself be a shitty friend and wish tommy maybe also wants eddie the way he wants him, want him more than he wants buck.

in the morning he'll feel guilty about it, in the morning he will be the supportive friend buck needs. but tonight he wallows in his jealousy and his anger and his shame and if he comes from jerking off a little too hard with tommy's name in his mouth no one has to fucking know about it.

[gyaruhana]

pls do thanos headcanons

Thanos/Choi Su-bong - headcannons

Synopsis: just sfw and nsfw headcannons of thanos

A/N: i love him so much he's the silly

Warnings: drug mentions, choking, thanos is rough, use of whore, clit pinching, penetration duh

SFW:

➠ Thanos my perfect husband where do I even begin?

➠ He’s slightly off the rails, sure. Just a little. But he has a good heart !!

➠ He makes rap songs for you all the time and they always include something about how pretty you are

➠ Would absolutely kill for you especially if you both were in the squid games.

➠ He’d likely keep playing the games because he needs that money but he WILL be protecting you at all costs.

➠ You are never not by his side because he couldn’t handle not having you in arms reach in a deadly game. 

➠ He doesn’t like when other guys flirt with you. It pisses him off and he always gets aggressive about it and tells them to back off.

➠ Highkey likes the idea of matching things like nails or clothes or bracelets..

➠ To him it’s like a sign that you’re his and he really likes when people can clearly get the message

➠ He’s not overly possessive, he’s just very open with his relationship and likes to show you off just as much as he likes for you to show him off

➠ PDA king

➠ Really doesn’t shy away from any sort of PDA

➠ In fact he’s always touching you. Whether it’s holding your hand, a hand on your waist, his arm draped over your shoulder - he’s never not touching you

➠ Would share his drugs with you if you need them because you’re stressed or scared. 

➠ Overall, just a silly guy who loves you so much and does not hesitate to show it

NSFW

➠ He’s rough, let's be real. 

➠ He really likes making you cum over and over again 

➠ He’s very vocal and will gladly groan as loud as he wants too but it’s also partly to encourage you to be loud because god he loves your voice !!

➠ Even though he’s rough, he makes up for that with words of praise

➠ ..okay sometimes he throws in the word whore but he always specifies that you’re his whore or his slut

➠ Honestly, sometimes takes a pill before sex because he”s so much more energetic when he’s high and it means he has more stamina

➠ Accidentally over-stimulates himself sometimes though because he can NOT !! get enough of you

➠ Don’t think he’s a big fan of putting you in pain. Some light choking, yes, maybe he’d pinch your clit while fingering you - but he wouldn’t hurt you enough to make you cry. 

➠ He only wants you crying from pleasure not from pain !!

➠ Tbh he likes to cum all over you. Inside, outside, down your throat- everywhere

➠ Overall, he rough in bed but not abusive bc he could never hurt his princess !!

"C'mon, you can cum one more time for me, yeah?" he spoke as he thrusted in and out of your tight hole. He had already gotten you to cum four times but he was going for a fifth. His thrusts were sloppy but his cock reached so deep inside you that you were seeing stars. Meanwhile, his thumb was playing with your clit, rubbing circles on it and occasionally pinching it. "Fuck.. yeah. Cum on my cock princess. I wanna feel my whore cream,"

[urrmomzfavorite]

PAC: HOW POSSESSIVE/JEALOUS IS YOUR PERSON?

PILE ONE

This person is really sure of themselves, attractive, and knows how to contain themselves. But when it comes to you? Baby, this is another person. I'm hearing about a situation happening on your honeymoon? They do not play.I see them being really protective of you. They feel like you trust strangers too easily and offer a helping hand without thinking. This sense of community is honorable, but it tends to burn *you*, Pile One, and your person notices this. They want you to put a lot of your responsibilities on them—take the weight off your shoulders. (They have nice shoulders, btw.)

They have a good nose for smelling bullshit. This person could work in finance or have well-placed investments? Bro, I don’t know anything about this type of stuff. Guys, also, this is your FS. You could be different ethnicities, countries, cultures. You’ll spend your honeymoon in their country; they have a home there. They get mad when someone tries to sell you something overpriced 😂 They like to stand by your side. Not gonna lie, you’re arm candy—you have this glow that draws people in. They feel proud standing next to you. They *love* when people say you’re a beautiful couple. They’re tall; I’ve been getting huge vibes of a tall man obsessed with hiking in my readings lately. They love staying active—and hey, it never hurts to have good stamina 👀

They’re thirsty for you. This person wants to show you how strong they are. Some of you wonder about them lifting and pinning you against the wall. It’s more than possible 😏

So Pile One: They aren’t jealous or possessive, but you’re really important to them. They don’t want your kindness taken advantage of.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

PILE TWO

**YESSSS**. Just thinking about it makes them sick. This is the type of person who gets low-key mad when you talk about your kindergarten crush. They’re competitive—they need to be the *only* one in your eyes. And they’ll make sure they are, crushing the competition to pieces.

Pile Two, you’re a rare commodity, and they know it. This person is obsessed with you. I know you like it, but listen: You’ll get annoyed by this energy eventually. They’re controlling. Might tell you not to wear certain outfits. This person gets insecure…

The way they see it? They wouldn’t hesitate a second to steal you if you were someone else’s. That’s why they’re paranoid—they know for some people, “I have a bf/gf” means *nyet*. So they need to make sure you’re all theirs. They’d rather spend time alone with you just to guarantee your full attention. You make them feel so mellow.

Pile Two, I’m gonna be honest: Obsession can be flattering, but there’s a healthy limit. When insecurity infringes on your freedom, speak up. They can either step up and change their behavior, or someone else will happily do it.

If this gets too much, talk to them. They love you enough to work on this—it’s a win-win. A relationship needs both people to feel secure. But yes, they’re obsessive, jealous, and controlling. Still, they don’t have ill intentions. The only alarming thing is how far they’ll go to keep your heart theirs.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

PILE THREE

This person wants me to preface by saying they’re logical and understand the stakes… *but* (there’s always a *but*):

IT’S FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL WHEN THEY’RE RIGHT THERE!

They’ll mean-mug, tell them to fuck off, scare off, or fight anyone disrespecting you, them, or your relationship. They’ll start *all* the wars for you, Pile Three. They aren’t scared of a challenge.

If they can handle you, they can handle anything 😅

This person does boxing or martial arts—they can actually fight. They’ve got Aries energy; they’ll keep you up all night.

OMG, after losing their shit at whoever talked to you that day, it’s *your* turn, Pile Three. Your turn to be reminded who you belong to (and where—which is on their… *yup!*). They can’t wait for an intimate moment to hear you moan their name, tell them you’re theirs, and get wet/hard under their touch. Then, and only then, the rage they couldn’t release by punching the latest guy fades. When they’re on top of you, and you’re begging to feel them inside, there’s one thing they need first: **hearing that you’re theirs**.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

[mell0wjello]

𝓣𝓦𝓢𝓣 !𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦! 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 !

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DNI If you’re uncomfortable with these topics !

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓾𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝓻 !

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𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

mommy kink

Tries his best to top, but ends up bottoming almost every time

The reason he’s bad at topping is because: 1, he’s very stiff, he’s too overwhelmed. 2, he literally tops by the book

Before his first time, he read a book on tips and bases everything he does on that

He is trying his best to get better though

Serious praise kink. Degradation will actually break his heart

Riddle has surprising stamina so he can go a decent number of rounds, although he doesn't last as long

He's prone to overstimulation, this is all very new to him

Mostly liquidy, and tastes ok. Somewhat sweet.

Kind of loud, but he tries to muffle most of it because he considers it "indecent"

𝒜𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒶

Ass man

Eating ass, looking at ass, cumming in ass, fucking in ass. Completely ass drunk

Lots of foreplay for him. Even teasing can count as foreplay for him when he's in the mood, which is quite often

He's really mean. He'll deny you orgasms and will tease you the entire time about it.

He loves reverse cowgirl and doggy for obvious reasons aforementioned, but he likes seeing your spine arch as well

Personally I hc Ace specifically being either Bi or Pan. I feel like he'd also be open to poly relationships or simply bringing a 3rd person into the bedroom

A little bit of degradation on both ends will really get him going

Ace is a switch but prefers to be the one in control. He's super athletic, of course he'd have good stamina too.

Thicker consistency, and kind of sourish. A little harder to swallow.

So whiny and he curses so much

𝒟𝑒𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝒹𝑒

Deuce is very sweet and very gentle

Would never do anything to hurt you

It would be pretty chill with him, very sweet unless you propose something else

Deuce thinks of intimate time as a private thing between the both of you, so he takes it very seriously

Your pleasure above his. His priority is to make sure you feel good all throughout

This by consequence also brings about some of the sweetest aftercare. He’ll make sure you know how loved and appreciated you are <3

For that reason, I think he’d be very open to experiment with kinks and positions, as long as it doesn’t involve hurting you or potentially putting you in a dangerous situation

Seeing your blissed out expressions fuels him to keep going further

Sometimes a few curses slip up, but he tries to hold them back

Tastes as decent as cum can taste like. Not watery, but not super thick either, it’s not particularly difficult to swallow

Cuddles afterwards always. Or at least expect him to end up falling asleep cradling you in his arms

𝒞𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹

He films the whole thing on his phone and has a whole album dedicated to it. And he’s sneaky about it too, you can hardly tell when he’s filming, unless he’s blatantly doing it which also adds to the excitement

Asked for nudes way too quickly

Sexting (shocking)

He’d have no reservations using his unique magic. Are both of his hands busy? No problem, he’ll use Split Card for another pair, sometimes several

Taking advantage of his unique magic, he’d try all sorts of things to push you over the brink.

I feel like he'd test to see how much stimuli you can stand with all his clones

He’d put your hair up if it’s long enough, and pull on it

Cater would also have an obscene amount of toys from the most popular ones to the most niche.

He’d also be down for pretty much anything, at least once

A little thicker, with a little more sour and salty taste.

𝒯𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇

He'd definitely use doodle suit to make his and your cum taste like whipped cream

For this reason he loves eating you out and vice versa

Trey sucks on whatever he can. Your shoulder, your neck, your tits, your fingers. Treating them like sweet candy

He loves to have you clawing at his back and leaving scratch marks all over it, so he really likes missionary

He'll help you brush your teeth after giving him head

Best aftercare ever?? Like he'd whip up anything you'd like, run a hot bath for you, and tuck you in afterward, maybe even cuddle if you feel like it

Although Trey is very usually mild-mannered, this switches around with you. He can become quite rough as a way of stress relief if you give him permission. He'll slap you, yank on your hair, keep a sharp grasp on your hips and wrists

Trey is vocal, but not too loud.

He can make it taste and smell like anything, but it does have a thicker consistency

He'd often incorporate real food, as a form of temperature play and sitophilia. He'd pour a chilled drink over your body to lick it all up or place something sweet between your legs to eat you out

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[tarotbyjam24]

Pick a pile : 1st time sex with your future spouse LGBTQ+ friendly

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Pile एक

Cards : justice|temperance|knight of wands

Your fs will be taking the lead in this act . They'll initiate things . They'll be the one to take responsibility and care of you . They'll hold you so dearly . Your fs will love to ride you . They can be into boundage roping too. They'll love their privacy while doing it . So they'll only do sex in private isolated places only where you both don't get caught. They'll want to pour their all into you and hope you reciprocate it too but thats not important for them . They just wanna give all of their to you. You both maybe so different from each other. But opposite attracts ✨ you both will do it while it's dawn . Flowers can be significant too. You both can be into role switching too to see which fits you best and giving a try to being a sub and dom . You both can be secretive about doing these activities as it's important to keep our life private . Dressing up before the act can be important too which will be the reason you both will get turned on. You'll feel a new energy in you after you've sëx with them. There will be sense of emotional grounding too and this sêx will lead to new beginnings . They'll only have eyes on you same goes for you . You'll be like ahfhhfh this is the only person I want . They're mine 😩💥 your heart will be on fire for them . You both will balance and fit each other in unusual ways like a art .

Where would be your first sex ?

At the work place . You or your future spouse is most like to get turned on when either of you're working hehe like your future spouse will suddenly think about you and boom now they're horny for you . Blind folds will be prominent or just sensory deprivation in general . It's possible you might have sex when moon is in waning or waxing cresent phase .

Their fav parts of your body:

your side profile specially jawline , your legs[thighs] , your hands and the way you hold them , your serious face while doing the deed 🎀 if you identify yourself as female then your whole body is sexy for them and I feel your future spouse will find your lil chubby cheeks and hairs so sexy like they give essence to you and adds spice to your beauty.

Their kinks :

okay so finding you alone ? Is that even a kink ? Definitely teaching you is their kink like anything they can teach you be it erotic or innocent things. When the sex hits them into the soul and both yours souls are satisfied ✨ spoiling you to the death , if you're not married obviously like if you doing sex with your future spouse before marriage then having marriage with you and fucking you with that married label is their kink . You doing a cheerleading dance infront of them 🎊

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Pile दो

Cards : magician|3 of swords|hanged man

Your 1st séx with them will be decorated place . They'll prepare roses and other flowers too . They'll prepare few séx toys too . They'll be the one who's dom👀 . They can be the person who has lot of stamina. They'll heal your broken heart and help you come out of those love related traumas. They'll want to prove that they're not same as others. You may have walls and may not be communicative enough about your feelings but they'll understand it all without you being vocal to them. They're intuitive enough to understand you. They'll help you relax by engaging in sexual activities with you . Since they'll want to dominate. They'll want you to lie only and let them do all the act for you . They'll hold your hands so you don't interrupt them while pleasuring you. They'll be into proving pleasures with multiple things at once . Like doing nipple play , penetration, clit stimulation all at once 💥😭 . You'll be feeling so euphoric and at edge of loosing it all and just melt away. They or you can be into hand job or just grabbing them or their boõbies . They're true magican haha 🪄 . When you're with them they wouldn't want you to shed tears or get hurt anymore. Your 1st sêx with them will heal you from past wounds . I hope you resonate. I'll love to hear from you through comments or asks.

Where would be your first sex ?

Your first sex with your future spouse will at some party or gathering like you both may have sex under the influence of some drinks . Now this party can be in hilly areas or areas where there's silence most of the times and it's reserved area where people aren't seen very much .

Their fav parts of your body:

your breasts , the way you stick out your tongue , your hands placements on their body and specially when you put hands on their face 😭 they go crazy like they could be twerking inside lmao, your lips , your pointy nose tip , when you're wrapped in sheets

Their kinks:

pleasuring you with so many things at once so that you cum very badly all over the place . Breeding kink , providing for you , making you feel secured , solving your issues are few of your future spouse's kinks

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Pile तीन

Cards : 4 of swords|10 of swords|4 of cups

Alright pile 3 , your fs may get turned on while you're asleep and they'll just want to initiate things with you . They could have been holding on to their sexùal thoughts for so long . They could've even contemplating over them . Probably they could have been even pleasuring themselves too with the thought of yours. They'll want to submit to you and beg you for having sêx with them. Lowkey you would've been wanting to fuck them too but somehow you both are not very vocal about your feelings and don't take actions either lol. It's giving all people around you realise that there's sexual tension between them and ughh it's so hot . But only you and your fs are the only people who haven't realised it yet. But when you're asleep they'll finally decide that they need to take action on these thoughts and ask you for it . You could probably even be having nightmare and them comforting you so when you wake up it'll lead to sêx to get you comfortable again . They'll fuck you so hard that you'll finally sleep peacefully for longer lol because you'll have no energy left and probably wake up again with pains 🥴 thanks to them and their cock\pussy.

Where would be your first sex ?

Okay pile 3 your sex will be somewhere where you get chance to sneak out like you've come out of city or country for some work related issues or just a conference or some competition to participate in and you do the deed there . It's possible that you sneak out from your colleagues or friends or family to have sex together haha but I feel you or your future spouse will definitely take guidance 1st from someone experienced. So that they can give outmost performance and experience 🎀

Their fav parts of your body:

your smile , your chin I feel there can be something about your chin probably it's more baby like having more fat over there , the way you put your face down when you're not satisfied enough , and ooh when you criss cross your hands it's over for them 🌊

Their kinks:

intoxication kink , trying adventures with you like exploring new positions, new places , reward kink , sub dom kink .

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[tteokdoroki]

the consequences of constellations izuku midoriya ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

⋆˙ᝰ about ! you’re in love with your best friend and you’re sleeping with him too… so you count the constellation-like freckles on his back to cope with the idea that he doesn’t love you in the same way. ( 2K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, suggestive, smut, angst. characters aged up to 20s, friends with benefits, unrequited love, mutual pining sorta, experimental piece, i wanted to play around with metaphors to do with space, fem!reader, pro hero!deku.

how do you always end up back here?

the answer remains a mystery to you, really. out of all the things that human-kind are capable of, their powers and prettiness, their strength and their stamina — even their knowledge used to invent the space shuttle that traverses the wonders of the uncharted starry abyss…and you still end up here. 

you always end up in the same place — amongst the crumpled linen of pro hero deku’s one bedroom condo. it’s high up enough that it just touches the skyline, it dips past the surface of powder blue skies into the inky black canvas of night to which you find yourself falling victim to sinful touches and muted whispers of pleasure.

it’s the same every time; izuku calls and you answer without hesitation — come rain or shine. you’ll often tumble past the threshold of his apartment with regret and pain pushed to the back of your mind because you’d much rather kiss him and taste the cigarette ash on his tongue in the moment than think logically or have some sense about you. in your world, there’s no better feeling in the world than deku’s masterful, scarred hands spanning out against the base of hour spine or napping out your curves. nothing beats the euphoric high you get from his hips smacking against yours almost in tune with the beat of his heart. 

he pulls you into his orbit. he places himself at the centre of your universe. he fills you up both physically and mentally to the point where every inch of your body and every corner of your heart is overcome with a scorching need for izuku midoriya, like you’ve been engulfed by the sun, it tingles at the tips of your toes and fingers to the top of your head. when he moans your name after every orgasm you share together desire lights up within you like a solar flare — you feel special, desired and maybe even loved.

but this is just sex.

it’s always been just sex, especially to izuku.

there’s a risk in allowing yourself to believe it could ever be anything more, and yet, you can’t stop yourself from indulging in this sweet fantasy every time you end up tangled in the pro hero’s expensive sheets. how could you not when he fucks you like you’re the only woman he’s ever loved. 

playing pretend in your head while he sends shooting stars of ecstasy across your line of sight.

shame and regret always hits you like a truck right after — forcing you to deal with the derailing reality that is loving someone who doesn’t want you back and sleeping with them just to get close enough to that feeling of adoration. it’s bad in the morning, but worse at night after deku has cleaned you up with a tender touch and tucked you in for some sleep — rolled onto his side as his own breathing evens out and his consciousness floats away into the depths of deep, empty space. 

you think that he’s still sleeping when the constellations of honey brown freckles on his back begin to blur and your vision swims from unshed tears and you curl in on yourself. claw marks and crescent moons from your perfectly trimmed nails have left their mark on his golden skin, etched between sun-spotted freckles and a collection of faded battle scars — if you look close enough, one might mistake the surface level wounds you’ve left on deku’s body as an attempt at scratching through the space-time continuum to be closer to him. 

izuku stays awake, hoping that you’ll find the strength to get up and leave him so that he doesn’t  have to turn around and pretend to love you again. though, there’s a selfish wish rooted in the back of his mind, longing for you to stay. for you to play make believe for a little longer, to wish upon the North Star and beg for some kind of grace from god — hoping that izuku midoriya will love you some way, somehow. 

he’ll fake it for as long as he can, if it means being the only person to touch you and hold you and kiss you. he’ll pretend to rip every star in the sky for you and breathe false affection past your lips with every kiss if it means he can replace the pain in your lungs and help you breathe a little easier. because in his own twisted way, izuku cares about your feelings…at least to some degree. he’d rather pretend than end things right here, right now. maybe that’s his saviour complex and his instinctual, dire need to save people who doesn’t need saving. 

maybe it’s because this little arrangement has gone on for far too long, to the point where he can’t tell what hurts you or what doesn’t.

when the bulking pro hero shifts beneath the linen sheets, you hand bolts out to grab him — and, as if you’re protecting the embers of a dying flame, a fading star between your fingers, you pull him back into your chest. grasping onto him, holding out for something. you’re afraid that if you let go, izuku will disappear into space’s abyss and you might never get to have him like this again. another selfish wish. this time from you, not from him. 

don’t go. you want to tell him. don’t fizzle away. you want to say. you know that it’s wrong to want to keep someone you can’t, who won’t love you, around. it’s testament to how much respect you have for yourself, how much self worth you have. which, from the looks of it, is little to none. you feel like you might die without izuku, even if what you have of him is so little. a plant with a crane its neck reaching for even the tiniest bit of sunlight to grow… that’s how you feel about izuku’s…affections for you. even if it’s not real love, you still yearn for it and blossom underneath it. even if you should let him go because you love him, you don’t want to.

out of fear that he may not come back. 

when izuku says your name, whispers it into the black hole of the night — he treats it as if it’s made of gold. the syllables heavy on his tongue, weighing it down with a force of gravity. “are you awake?” he adds, despite feeling the shake of your limbs behind him from crying. he speaks slow and tender, the gravel of the early morning still in his voice. 

your breath hitches warmly against his bare back like a mist over his sun spotted freckles. “no.” a dishonest answer that would have given you away instantly had the evergreen haired hero not already been up and listening to you cry. you sound strained, stuffy and he knows your pretty eyes are probably a putrid red and that there’s snot stains left in tracks on his satin sheets. and maybe, if he loved you like he should — this wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t feel so much guilt to the point where he feels sick to his stomach.

loving you is dangerous territory, like a trip to the uncharted parts of deep dark space. the concept alone is terrifying enough to send icy blood through izuku midoriya’s veins where he’s usually so hopeful and fearless. if he lets himself, for even a second, fall in love with you — there would be a chance your life would change for the worse, a chance that you wouldn’t be able to bare the long nights without him or the weeks where he’s gone. you hardly see deku now, how would you cope when he’s finally yours but too far away from you to touch. you could be in the same bed and he would still be light years away, galaxies ahead of your own train of thought because he is constantly thinking of who and how to save next.

not to mention the very fact that his existence is a threat to your livelihood, with villains lurking around every corner just waiting for a chance to make the number one weak…

…loving izuku midoriya would be like standing still in the middle of a hurricane on jupiter. 

no one would be able to withstand the largest storm in the universe, not even you, and the strength you find in loving izuku. 

still, you’re a liar and izuku knows it. even if he’s not supposed to. the bed creaks beneath his weight as he rolls over to face you, freckled cheek sinking into the cotton hills on his pillows as he finally sets his emerald sights on you. “you must be dreaming then,” he laughs fondly through his nose when he speaks, bringing a thumb up from underneath the duvet to swipe away your drying tears. the ones you tried so desperately to hide. water doesn’t fall in out space, it drifts endlessly and becomes a liquid with no form. izuku wishes you weren’t crying over him. 

shrugging, you lean into the man’s touch, letting deku cup your cheeks and trace your smile lines that don’t seem so smiley anymore. the early morning moonlight ( the sun has yet to rise ), illuminates the stars in his mossy eyes that practically plead for you to let go, and your heart lurches painfully. he feels sorry for you. “i hope so.” comes your tired whisper. embarrassed and heartbroken, you look away and tuck your face under the duvet — chin brushing your naked shoulders, skin bare and bitten and bruised from the night before. “if i am, i don’t want to wake up.” 

“what happens in your dreams?” capturing your chin between his fingers, izuku tilts your gaze over to him — inquisitive, cautious as if you’re an alien life form and he’s trying his best not to scare you away. he doesn’t quite understand you, why you keep returning to him , only to find yourself naked, vulnerable and heartbroken the next day. 

“you love me back, i think. we’re more than what we are right now.”

bitter selfishness tacks itself to the back of your throat like bile — you know that you’re being unkind and greedy to izuku by voicing your thoughts out loud, begging him for even the tiniest slither of love but what’s worse is the lack of compassion for yourself. the endless torture you inflict on your being just waiting for the number one hero to maybe love you back. 

in away, it makes you deserving of one another. whatever it is that the two of you have is no healthier than a pack of cheap cigarettes from the combini at the top of the road. a nicotine addiction that neither of you seem to be able to quit. humming into the moonlit void, deku brushes a thumb over your streaked, pudgy cheek — tracing the tear stains and the tracks left by the lines in the pillowcase. 

his eyes shimmer like the Milky Way on a clear night as he looks at you, strands of longing twisting within the vibrant green flecks in midoriya’s eyes. it must be lonely for him out there — he’s in another universe of his own and you can hardly compare to or comprehend it. “are you still dreaming?” he asks.

reaching up, you grab his wrist from underneath the covers — feeling his pulse beat steadily underneath the pad of your thumb. “i hope so.” you repeat your words from earlier, lashes fluttering against your cheeks — heart pounding. 

“then i’ll love you how you like,” midoriya agrees, masking his sadness with his signature hero smile. the one he uses to let the people he saves know that everything will be okay. even when it’s not. izuku treats you like a damsel in distress and maybe you are. you need saving from yourself, from him and he knows it. you both do. “at least until you wake up.” 

nodding, you close your eyes and lock off the rest of your senses — listening to only the sounds your steady breathing mingling in your own personal pocket of space. time freezes for the two of you, you don’t know how many light years it’s been before you speak again — but izuku’s warmth is still there, still enveloping you like the brilliant rays of the sun at the centre of your universe. he doesn’t dare cast you out into the icy cold of space. not yet.

“then i’ll try to keep dreaming, i’m not ready to wake up just yet.” comes your quiet voice as you lean forward to press your forehead against izuku’s freckled one.

not yet.

he exhales, deep and sad, but cups your face a little tighter and draws you in a little closer. “me either, not yet.” 

not yet. together, wrapped up in one another, the two of you decide that you'll stay lost in the web of constellations for a little bit longer. 

not yet.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[sweetimpurity]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ day 17!! need me a big man like Miguel right now wc: 753 *ೃ༄

It’s one of those nights you just can’t take anymore. And Miguel knows it too, but he just can’t bring himself to stop. He knows your body has had enough, he knows you’ve peaked more times than you can stand, but with the way you’re grabbing onto him, the way your voice trembles as you beg him not to stop, the way you keep sucking him back in… how could he ever end this? 

His back is already covered in scratches. If it weren’t for his healing factor, he’d be screwed and sore tomorrow. But sometimes he wishes the scrapes from your fingernails would last a little longer so he can wear them like a badge of honor. Your nails raking down his back with every pound into your pussy. Down his muscles and scratching red lines into his skin. Not that you mean to do it, you don’t want to hurt him, but it’s just the natural reaction. When you’re on the edge of coming, anticipating that perfect stroke that will send you over the edge. 

It’s both an upside and downside to loving a superhero. He’ll make you come a million times in one night but he’ll fuck you sore and breathless for hours because his stamina is unending. It’s almost like he’s on a mission and his DNA allows him to exert himself for much longer than a normal man. Another upside/downside is his size. Much bigger than a normal human man because his DNA is half radioactive spider superhuman. Your little pussy can barely handle a quickie or two. But for hours, he’ll have you worked out, stretched out, filled up and buzzing. 

Even with his genetic mutations, he is still very much human at heart. And he loves you a whole lot, would never dream of causing you pain. But when you’re gushing on him and pulling his hair, scratching his skin, begging and crying for more, he can’t say no. 

“Ah-s’too… too deep baby!” You sob, holding onto him, your fingers tangled in his dark curls and tugging. One big hand cradling your ass as he pounds into you and his other arm under your back. So only your head lies on the mattress, your body in his hold and angled just the way he needs to reach all your sweet spots, your shaking legs wrapped around his waist, he’s pushing deep and full. Stuffing you with him so his pelvic bone pushes up on your puffy aching clit. “Oh don’t stop… mmmmtoo much babe!!”

“Shhhhbaby I know- you’re so good just one more…” He smiles at your conflicting sentiments, face dipping down into your neck and panting against your skin. Tightening his hold around your hot trembling body and grinding into your heat like he’s searching for the warmth therein. 

“Ngh! Ngh ngh ngh! I c-can’t!” You whine, over and over, falling apart and your sounds are music to his ears. “Come on baby, come… you can take it… give it to me…” 

His deep voice sends chills down your spine, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, drawing a hiss from between his fanged teeth. Feeling you clenching around his girth and squirting on him, making a mess. “Oh yes baby oh oh-” 

His cock sloshes through your cum, pumping you through your orgasm and extending it as long as he can. Growling low against your cheek, talons threaten to pierce the soft warm skin of your ass as he plunges deep, forcing your tensed walls open to accept him, all the way to the hilt as you milk him inside. His broad sweaty chest heaving against yours and holding you in a vice grip. Not wasting a drop, depositing it all deep inside for you. All yours. 

“Shit…” He sighs, rolling off of you and onto his back on the other side of the bed. His chest heaving. Dick twitching, his abdomen messy with your release. Draping his arms over his face and huffing heavy breath. Maybe tonight is the first occasion you’ve outdone him. “Dios-” He sighs when he can feel you climbing on top of him. You’re insatiable. Even when begging him to stop- begging him to keep going. 

“No más, conejita… no more…” He pants. Big warm hands going to hold your thighs straddling him. But you’re already working his tip back inside, slipping around through your slick, prodding your aching entrance. Bearing his teeth at the sensitivity he feels, the way his abdomen contracts with aftershocks. “One more, Mig… please…”

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[insidekatmind]

Nsfw alphabet~Cho Sang-woo

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

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

Sang woo will hold you close to him after sex, cuddle you and kiss you softly and praise you for being his good girl.

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

Sang woo ama tutto di te, è ossessionato da te e ti ama con tutto il suo essere. Non ha una parte preferita, lui venera tutto il tuo corpo senza fare eccezioni.

Ama molto il tuo culo e il tuo seno. Ama schiaffeggiarti il culo o succhiarti il seno senza motivo.

Tu di lui ami tutto e adori molto le sue braccia dove ti senti a sicuro e i suoi occhi

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

He likes to come inside you and fill you all up.

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

He has no problem with you because he does everything he wants with you because he knows you agree.

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

He has a lot of experience and the fact that he is older than you gives you much more pleasure than a normal guy your age could give you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves any position where he can take charge. But he mostly prefers the missionary position, so he can fuck you hard and mark your neck or suck your nipples and kiss you to his heart's content. Sang woo also likes it when you straddle him, and even there he will have control, deciding the movement of your hips.

J = Jack off (handjob headcanon)

He doesn't jerk off much, he lets you do everything. If he feels like it and you go in a hurry, he will definitely get a blowjob from you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sang woo has a lot of kink:

-The daddy kink: always wants to be called Daddy or sir. He likes these two nicknames, they make him powerful and dominant.

-Dominant Kink: loves to be in control. He's always in control: even when you ride his cock, he's in control.

-Cock Warming: He likes it when you warm his cock. When he's tired he'll take you onto his lap and put his cock inside you without uncovered, he'll do it just to feel your pussy squeezing and warming his cock.

-Grubbing without penetration: Sang woo loves when you grind on his cock when he's in your underwear or even when he's naked and you grind on his shaft without letting him enter you.

-Sang woo loves to smother you: He becomes more possessive when he fucks you missionary and smothers you, you are even sexier for him.

-Sang woo loves to slap your ass until it turns red and has his marks on your butt. It's a sadistic kink of his, it makes him feel more possessive towards you.

-Sang woo likes it when you are obedient and be his good girl, it makes him even hornier and possessive.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ANYTIME, ANYWHERE: Sang woo doesn't care if they can see you, he needs you.

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

Just looking at you, Sang woo might get excited. He goes crazy when he smells his perfume, or you give him sweet kisses or when you act naive.

N = Nickname (as he calls you)

He has many nicknames for you but his favorites are definitely: princess, kitten and darling.

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

He prefers both giving and receiving.

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

Sang woo is rough, he loves to be rough and fuck you hard until you scream.

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

He loves quickies very much, he would do them anywhere.

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

He loves the risk, it excites him even more especially because you don't know how to keep your moans silent.

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

It has enough stamina to last all night.

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

He's not very loud but his expression and when he grunts and growls will let you know that he's really enjoying it.

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

It's big enough to give you pleasure.

[wannabanauthor]

What if Tommy and Eddie discussed the breakup, and it goes from serious to funny?

So Eddie goes to Tommy's house and is like "I'm here to check on you, let's get a beer."

Tommy tries to refuse, but Eddie says, "You broke my best friend's heart, so the least you could do is explain your reasoning to me."

Tommy reluctantly goes. After a few beers, he starts rambling.

"I fucked up, and I don't know how to fix it or even if I should fix it. I was falling in love with him, and it snuck up on me. I didn't expect for it to get more serious," Tommy says. "I thought it was just going to be fun for awhile, and we'd go our separate ways."

"Your second date with him was to his sister's wedding," Eddie points out.

"Oh so sue me! It's not my fault I caved. He gave me these pleading puppy eyes, and I found myself agreeing."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Well, if you never expected it to get serious and didn't want it to get serious, then why haven't you found your rebound yet? It's been weeks. Even Chimney and Maddie are telling Buck to start dating again."

Tommy groans into his hands and then rubs his temples. "Fucking traitors."

"Well, I know this hot priest-"

"Been there, done that," Tommy says and takes a swig of his beer.

Eddie looks at him with a bewildered look on his face. "What?"

"What?" Tommy responds with a shrug. "I was raised Catholic. Guilt about sexuality is easy to spot, but he made the first move."

"Do I even want to know how?"

"Ever had sex in a confession booth?"

Eddie's eyes are wide and horrified. "Please don't tell me-"

"It was an old booth in storage, but it was still pretty hot. Once I admitted to myself that I was gay, I had a lot of catching up to do."

Then Tommy goes quiet and gets sad again. "I'll never meet another Evan in my life. I think he's ruined me for other men."

"Don't say that. While, I prefer you two together, you can always find someone else."

Tommy snorts in disbelief. "Yeah, not gonna happen. At least when it comes to sex. His adorable face and cheery smile haunt my dreams, and his proficiency with dick makes it impossible for me to get it up even when watching porn."

"Oh no, I need more alcohol for this," Eddie says and orders some shots.

He and Tommy go through a couple of them.

Tommy's tongue gets looser. "His dick is fantastic. Perfect length, thickness, and stamina. I know my body pretty well, and let me tell you, the prostate orgasms from him were out of this world. I barely lasted five minutes before coming just from him fucking me."

Eddie is drunk enough that he's not even fazed.

"Not to mention he has this slight curve that makes him hit the spot every time, and goddamn, I miss that dick and the dork attached to it," Tommy continues. "He made me feel comfortable and safe and cherished. Being around him was effortless, mostly, and I miss him so much."

Tommy starts sniffling, and then tears roll down his cheeks. "Fuck, I don't want to cry."

Eddie puts a comforting hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Call him. He's a mess and miserable without you. He's been baking so much that the entire station's hemoglobin A1C levels are pre-diabetic. We had to force him to focus on savory cooking."

Tommy shakes his head. "He doesn't want to hear from me. I broke his heart. I'm the last person that should be contacting him."

"He does want to hear from you. He's only been baking and cooking so much to stop himself from contacting you because he wants to give you space and respect your boundaries post-breakup."

"What would I even say? That I panicked and ran? I told him he would break my heart if we moved in together. There's no coming back from that."

Eddie sighs and sets his drink down. "Listen, the first time you ended things with Buck, I told him he was an idiot but to call you anyway. Now it's your turn to be the idiot. Go get your man back. Call him. Talk to him. He'd settle for a text. Just do something! You both are suffering without each other. You don't have to move in with him. He just wants you back in his life."

More tears run down Tommy's face and it turns into full sobs. Eddie scoots closer to him and gives him a hug. Tommy clings to him, sobbing even harder.

After drinks, they stop by a taco place and sober up while eating delicious birria tacos. They go back to Tommy's place, and Eddie sleeps on the couch just to make sure Tommy is alright. Before he falls asleep, he texts Buck.

"If Tommy contacts you, go easy on him. He's an idiot too."

When Tommy wakes up the next morning, he nearly stops breathing when he sees that Evan texted him.

"I miss you." was all it said.

Tommy cradles his phone in his hands for several minutes before pressing the call button. He holds his breath until Evan answers.

"I miss you too," Tommy says.

[devilsxxharlot]

assorted nsfw tobias rogers thoughts ;; MDNI.

wordcount: 630.

warnings: marking, overstimulation, predator/prey, mild sadism, blood, SELF-HARM (last blurb).

other: reader is gender neutral :3. also i kinda wrote this on the spot so his speaking style isn't 100% accurate (i.e, i haven't researched how to write his tics and stutters yet)! also x2, for the german, you should be able to right-click/select and choose "translate to english".

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➵ toby who's unfamiliar with having a personal relationship to something that arouses him. i imagine he might have explored porn over the years, but it was more out of curiosity, not any overwhelming urge to get off. but now, with you around, he wants it all the time. casually, intimately, in pieces, wholly—whatever way you're willing to give yourself to him, whenever you're willing.

➵ toby who's easy to get going but hard to stop. with practiced stamina and his CIPA, toby isn't slowed down by overstimulation or soreness like you might be. and, honestly, even if he was, i don't think he could help himself from begging for another round.

➵ toby who loves to make you cry. he loves listening to you sing for him, loves the way you jerk and shake and squeal when one round turns into three turns into seven. he doesn't believe you when you say you can't take it. if you couldn't take it, you wouldn't have opened your legs for him after last night. suffice to say, you've got to be into overstim to survive this relationship.

➵ toby who'll chase you through the woods and fuck you on the ground like an animal in heat. he genuinely never wants to hurt you, but knowing how your heart must be thundering as you weave between trees, well aware that you're at a disadvantage... he wonders if you're competitive enough to want to outlast him, or if you're so desperate you'd roll over and wait for him to pounce?

➵ toby who, after some assurance, can't stop himself from biting you. who, when he sees you the morning after, bruised and aching, can't help but feel a swell of pride. it was his teeth that dug into your shoulders, your chest, your hips, and your thighs—his marks that he'd make sure wouldn't be erased.

➵ toby who welcomes any scars you're willing to give him. scratch your nails along his back and engrave a story about your love into his spine; bite his shoulder so he can let the dips of your canines permanently mar his body.

➵ toby who always ends up locking his fingers together with yours when you're having sex. he knows he's not capable of being the sweet, gentle lover you deserve, one who buys you flowers and a big house and gives you a family, but the gesture is romantic enough that, for a moment, it doesn't hurt so much.

➵ toby who whimpers and begs you for more even when he's domming, babbling sweet pleas like "p-please, Hassse, one—two more, a-and then we'll be done, pr-prom-promise. doing ssso good, baby, i know you can take it. you a-always take it. can give—give me t-two more, right, baby? zu gut z-zu mir, du bissst zu gut zu mir, Ha-Hase".

➵ toby who can never stick to cockwarming or trapping you against a toy. it's all just too much, too good for him to spend time tormenting the both of you when he could inside of you, making you scream.

➵ toby who always comes inside whether it's a good idea or not. maybe after he'll consider it a lapse in judgement, knowing that he'd be in deep shit if it ever caught—but in the moment, getting you big and round with a baby sounds like a damn good idea.

➵ toby who traces any self-inflicted scars you has, kissing and trailing his tongue against them until he could remember the shape and feel and length of each one in his dreams. and who, one day, decides you should match—so in the middle of a session, he untangles his hands from yours, pulls out a pocket knife from the bedside drawer, and cuts his arms into a messy, bloody mess, all while cooing and rolling his hips into you.

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don't cancel me pls /silly.

[annie-creates]

The greatest mistake | Part 4

Pairing: Dain Aetos x Riorson reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 2022

Note: The finale is here! Settle in for some teeth-rotting fluff. Please be aware not every detail might be completely true to the canon source material. Thank you to everyone who was reading my little series and let me know what you think!

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It took a week for you to be able to take the bandage completely off your face and see fully again. You were excused from challenges for the time being, but that also meant you weren’t able to train. Furthermore you avoided Dain anywhere you went, because your heart was torn between the need to run away in protection of yourself and falling back into his arms because you still loved him, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t. The only bright side was that Xaden had finally overcome his wounded pride and started slowly talking to you again, even though you didn’t make it easy for him either.

But he got off quite well in comparison to Dain, because you really loved and wanted your brother. It helped that he kept sincerely apologizing for all the hurtful things he said and assuring you that your father loved you and still would love you and be proud of you very much. Your dragon kept pestering him with annoyed remarks, but Xaden took it like a champion realizing his mistakes. The one thing you weren’t brave enough to talk to him about was your strained relationship with Dain though, you knew what kind of opinion he had about him and you weren’t suicidal enough to bring it up.

In reality you were scared to face Dain. In all your relationship he has never seen you so raw and vulnerable, with your faults and weaknesses facing out. You were scared to talk about the things he’d seen and you knew he’d ask if he had the chance. So you didn’t give it to him. But you also couldn’t stay away. You silently watched him across the dining hall, followed his steps on the mat in challenges. It’s like you were connected by an invisible thread, always guiding you back to him.

After a week of not being able to train and spending too much time in the library studying as a result, you miss the sunshine and you miss the thrill of a good soaring challenge. So you couldn’t be happier when you’re finally cleared for fighting again, your eye fully healed and leaving only a light pink scar that will hopefully go away in a few days. You walk into the gym and see Dain giving training orders to his squad, so that’s where you go after he sends them off. It was time to stop dancing around each other.

“Hey, you’ve got a minute?” You ask him with a carefree smile, gathering all your courage.

“Sure, what for?” He returns your smile, a little surprised.

“I need to breach in my training and I’ve actually never fought with you before.” You ask him to the mat.

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” He knew better than to question you, but he still tried. “You were hurt just a week ago, nobody will mind if you have a few more days off.”

“Absolutely sure.” You dismiss his concerns, there was no convincing you otherwise when you had already decided on something. “Wait till I kick your ass.”

You rile him up, walking to the nearest mat, not wasting any more time before getting into position. The fight is actually quite good, Dain quicky realizing there’s no point holding back with you. Where you were lacking in power you compensated in stamina and speed, catching him unprepared here or there. You both succeeded getting each other on your knees or back a few times, Dain currently holding you down pinned with his legs.

“You are a menace.” Dain laughs breathlessly.

“Thank you. I try.” You laugh back, your breaths mingling.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Xaden’s gruffy voice rings out, cutting your banter short.

Dain helps you up then and you watch Xaden stepping in, followed by his squad of empty-headed ducklings. You feel Dain go rigid next to you, arms folding over his chest just like your own. Maybe your relationship was complicated right now, but you still won’t let Xaden put him down, and as it seems, Dain won’t let Xaden talk down to you either.

“What does it look like?” Dain challenges, stepping in front of you a little.

“Like you’re trying to beat my little sister up.” Xaden spits angrily.

“We’re just training.” You step between them, trying to calm them both down.

“Oh, then you chose a great opponent to do that with.” Xaden pesters you, switching his sight to Dain. “Some protector, are you?”

“Hey. It’s not like you’re training with her.” Dain doesn’t back down. “It’s not like you’re protecting her.”

“Who I train with is none of your business.” You argue with Xaden. “And if I remember correctly you said I’m not your sister anymore, so why do you care.”

“You have no business fraternizing with him.” You clearly struck a painful nerve as he finally looks at you.

“Who I fraternize with is none of your damn business.” You turn on your heel grabbing Dain’s hand and marching out of the gym as if to prove your point.

“Like hell it is. I’m not gonna let you…” Xaden yells at you but your lungs are stronger.

“Let me!? You have no grounds letting me do anything.” You remind him, he was still on thin ice.

“You’re gonna do as I say!” He orders furiously, desperate for control.

“Watch me.” You challenge as you grab Dain by his collar and pull him down into a show off kiss, just to spite your brother. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand once more, almost running out of the gym, not wanting to see Xaden’s surely pissed reaction. Dain doesn’t argue, he may be self-confident, but he knows he’d be no match to Xaden in the state of rage he is in. Both of you are taken back by the sudden kiss you didn’t plan for, but you don’t speak and only hold hands in a shared silent understanding of urgency until you reach your room. The air is still as he sits on the edge of your bed, you lean on the rim of your desk.

For a moment, nobody speaks, he’s just looking around your room. The scattered homework. The nearly full bottle of solution you got for your scars that makes his lips quirk up in a faint smile. And you’re studying him like as if you look intensely enough, you’ll be able to read him like an open book just like Xaden does, to see if he’s really remorseful and honest with you. But you can’t read people, so you’ll have to trust him. Can you do that?

“I’m sorry… about the kiss. I didn’t really plan on that.” You break the silence timidly.

“Don’t be. I… I missed you so damn much.” He admits, afraid to meet your eyes. “I am so sorry for what I did Y/n.”

With a heavy sigh you sit on your bed facing him, no longer able to avoid the conversation. This is it. You’ll have to confront his actions and your feelings and that made you so fuckin nervous. Your muscles were so tense they could snap, and you absentmindedly pick your switchblade out of your pocket to play with it in your lap.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I should have never let you go. I’m an idiot, and I’ll never forget that.” He shakes his head, watching your skilled fingers. “I just hope one day you can forgive me. I don’t want to be the reason for a single scar more on your body.”

“It’s not only that Dain.” You admit heavily. “You picked your father over me, you dropped me the minute he didn’t approve of me, and I… I understand. Really. I’m not a great girlfriend. I’m marked. A daughter of the rebellion, of the great betrayer. But it still hurt damn much.”

“That’s not what you are.” He answers rapidly, holding your gaze this time with so much intent it almost breaks you. “I’m so sorry that’s what I made you feel like. Because that’s not at all who you are to me. You’re not a traitor, you’re not unworthy or flawy. I can’t believe I was such an idiot to let you believe that.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… complicated.” You sigh. “Well at least you’ve had a better conversation with me than my brother did.”

“What’s the deal with him?” Dain asks. “I mean, other than normally being a dick.”

“Well, he disowned me after I went with you to the reunification day. Said I’m a disgrace to my family and my father would be disappointed in me.” You admit ashamedly after a little laugh. “And even though he keeps apologizing, I can’t help but wonder if he was right, at least a little.”

“Do you think he would be ashamed?” he asks carefully.

“How would I know. He’s dead.” You avoid his gaze now. “It’s not like I can ask him for opinions or advice, or if I’m a good enough daughter to him.”

“Y/n, I’m sure your father would be proud of you.” Dain holds your chin to make you look at him. “Look at you, you’re strong, and clever, agile, and you bonded an amazing dragon. I think he couldn’t ask for his daughter to turn out more perfectly.”

“How would you know, you didn’t know him.” You say with a watery laugh.

“Maybe I didn’t need to know him. I know you. And I know you’re pretty fuckin perfect.” He looks at you so intensely it makes your stomach dance.

“I’m not perfect.” You sigh.

“You are to me.” Dain exclaims, still holding you. “And I’ll spent every day of my stupid miserable life proving that to you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You blush.

“Yes, I do. And it still won’t be enough. Because what I did was inexcusable, and still here I am, begging for your forgiveness on things that shouldn’t be forgiven. But I’ll be damned if I don’t spend every day apologizing and telling you how much I love you.” His words hold heaviness and vulnerability you’ve never seen before. “I was an idiot. I tried to dump my own insecurities on you, because it was easier than facing the truth.”

“You’re not…” But he doesn’t let you interrupt him.

“The truth is, I don’t care about a single damn person in this world but you. You’re my only concern Y/n. And if you ask, I’ll let the world burn for you.” His eyes are filled with urgency for you to believe his words, because they’re the truth.

“Dain…” You whisper, eyes boring into his.

After a minute of his revelation seeping into every fiber of your body, you kiss him. Slowly, your lips gliding against his, bathing in the raw emotions and desire for each other. For a moment, the world around you doesn’t exist, it’s only him and you. He holds your waist, guiding you to sit in his lap so he can be as close to you as humanly possible. He’d never wish to spend another minute separated from you.

“I’ll be damned if I waste another minute not being right next to you.” Dain breaths out.

“Wait…” You whisper before you get too lost in his smell and his smile and everything that’s so unmistakably him. “About the scars…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He assures you, seeing as you don’t really know what to say. “Your scars are your own. You can share them when you’re ready. And if that day never comes, that’s okay too. But know that I’ll be happy to help you carry any weight I can. You’re not alone.”

“Thank you.” You whisper before curling into him, embraced by his strong arms.

Maybe your life will never be easy, but you felt it could be a tad bit more light-weighted if you had Dain by your side, sharing your burdens and fortune. And he would do anything to stand right next to you. Even if he’d take his last breath protecting you, it would be worth living his life.

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[facefullofsadness]

hybrid!aespa in heat

subby!aespa x dom!reader

smut, 1k wc

I'm going crazy, I haven't been able to stop thinking ab this since my SEVEN THIRTY AM CLASS, but I cannot stop thinking about hybrid!aespa in heat for the first time??

like maknae line are very bby girl in ur relationship, you treating them like a princess in and out of bed, and them just sitting still looking pretty for you! yizhuo seems more of a switch in my head than minjeong does as a hybrid, but when they're in heat, they both become the subbiest babies ever!

minjeong would be RED, cheeks completely flushed and skin hot to the touch. her eyes darting everywhere and hands as fists clutching her clothes, her sheer clothing suddenly feeling too hot. you'd crawl over her squirming body on the bed and she'd whine so hard. "idk what's happening to me y/n-ie. b-but, fuck, please help me," she'd say during her first heat. her hands would reach out blindly for any part of you to clutch onto and pull you into her, her shoving her heated face into your neck. you kinda worried about her, not knowing what was going on, but after she whimpered against your neck by your hot breath whispering into her ear, it clicked. extremely sensitive and respondent to every single brush of your skin against hers, having the most reactive effects on her body. trembling, jolting, shivering, whimpering. the way she would be so loud and whiney when you finally give her what she wants, rutting her hips against your mouth or fingers, could be both! or your own hips too. "so hot, so hot!" she whines desperately, shoving her hips against you as she falls apart.

yizhuo wouldn't be so naive as to what was happening. as soon as she felt her stomach twist and that feeling consuming her entire body with every passing second, her heart started to pound and muscles would tense. immediately dragging herself shakily to look for you and burying her body into yours, sitting in your lap and purring softly in your ear on your skin. suddenly becomes a lot more clingy and whiney, not really feeling any shame or embarrassment unlike the latter. so it's not surprising when she grinds her clothed cunt against your lap, long and deep rolling of her hips against you, just to feel anything. "y/n-ie, I-I think it's happening... you smell fuck- you smell so g-good... you feel so good... I need more, this isn't enough, please give me more..." taking her right then and there on the couch and having her head thrown back as you fuck her with the utmost stamina you can give, her always begging you to give her more. would go so many rounds with you because she can't stop how the knot in her stomach would never fully be relieved, rutting against you even as you try to ease her orgasm, overstimulating herself but immediately ready to go again.

as for the unnie line, it's like night and fucking day. they're definitely wearing the pants in your relationship, having you close to them when you're out in public, pulling you into them with their hand on your hip or wrapping their arm around your shoulders. jimin is a gentle and firm lover while aeri is confident and loves to show you off (under her supervision ofc). but when they're in heat, oh my god the thought makes me dizzy. complete 180.

jimin's eyes would darken as lust and sexual desire consume her. her stare would trail your relaxed body, laying back on the bed. her core started to throb and her hands formed fists against the blankets. crawling up to you, a pained and needy expression spreading across her face. you would look up at her in confusion, your usually quiet and reserved gf looking intense, her eyes drilling holes through your body which made you feel conscious suddenly. "y/n..." she said your name so low and croaky, her voice triggering something in your brain. at this point you understood what she wanted, but you hadn't expected how badly she needed it. "I need you so badly. I need you to fuck me..." taken aback by the sudden advance had your head spinning, but seeing your girlfriend soooo needy, cheeks flushed pink and hot breath hitting your skin, her chest rising up and down with each pant she released, you had to listen to her! you pleasuring her while she's on top of you, grinding her hips down into you and releasing whiney moans with each roll of her body. mumbling incoherently how good it feels and how much of a good girl you are for listening so well to her, her fingers patting your head as her orgasm builds to the wet sounds coming from her aching core.

aeri hated being a hybrid at times because she knew going into heat would make her subby! born to be a dommy mommy, forced to be a baby girl! she absolutely rocks your world whenever you guys fuck, but when she finally experiences it, it's almost comical how different she suddenly is. pushing you up against the door having just come home from dinner, greedily feeling your body with her big hands and lips bruising against her's. when your thumb traced her nipple, she'd moan embarrassingly loud into your mouth, shocking both of you. you pull back to look at her and her eyes are squinted shut, leaning her body into your touch more when you try to take your hand away. "fuck y/n, don't you dare pull away, give me your all right now. I need you sososo bad, it hurts so fucking much..." she'd moan and whine like a sub while demanding you to fuck her like the natural dom she is. sitting in her lap with your lips around her neck, your tongue dragging across the length of her throat as she pulls you by the waist further into her, trying to maximize the amount of sheer pleasure you were giving. releasing deep guttural groans with every roll of her hips, the occasional high pitched loud moan escaping, her fingernails digging into your skin.

and I didn't really mention it but my headcanons for hybrid!aespa are kitten or wolf!rina, puppy!aeri, bunny!winter, and kitten!ning. BUT TO EACH THEIR OWN! (I wish they OWNED me- what who said that?)

[theweepingangelofcas]

Hi can you do one with William and Sherlock (Moriarty The Patriot) meeting and later falling in love with a female pickpocket reader? The reader meets William/Sherlock after the reader steals their wallets. And maybe put a part where the reader gets into a bit of trouble and William/Sherlock saves them.

Idk if you've ever played Skyrim, but you can be a thief/pickpocket in that game. In my cringey middle school years, I wrote SO MUCH FANFIC about thieves and pickpockets omfg-

So yeah, I might be a little overqualified to write this lol. I just wrote for Sherlock for now, but hopefully William's will come along soon.

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PickPocket - Moriarty the Patriot x Reader

Sherlock Holmes

To put it plainly, you were a good thief.

Really, really good.

It was rare you messed up your goals. After all, that meant going without money for food. Messing up a job meant that you would go hungry until you did it right again.

That was why, on that cold December day, you were so desperate to succeed in getting a single wallet that day.

You had fucked up. Your last job had left you injured, unable to sneak around in the way you needed to. You had been caught by the police, thrown into one of their carraiges... It's a miracle you'd been able to escape. The handcuffs they'd strapped you with were good, but your ability of breaking your own thumb to slip out of them was apparently better. But, that left you with a problem. You had a bounty on your head, a broken thumb, a rather nasty cut on your leg, and not a cent to your name. Anyone in your situation would've been desperate. There had been so few people out today. The weather was cold, snow falling in sheets from the clouds. The few people who passed you were obviously just as bad off as you were, vagrants who just needed a break. You didn't have the heart to take from them. That was why, when that tall man appeared, you jumped at the opportunity. But with cracked hands, and a broken thumb, it was no wonder you messed this up too. The wallet was in your hand, but his eyes were already on you, his strong hand reaching out for yours. You did the only thing you could think of.

You clasped the wallet to your chest, and ran. With the cut on your leg, it felt near impossible to get to a good speed, but you managed well enough. He had been hot on your tail for a long while now, and you were getting tired. The cobblestone street was wreaking havoc on your poor feet, and you could feel your stamina running low with each pound of your shoes hitting the ground. Your eyes looked around frantically, searching for anything that could help you, until- Aha! A different man, standing in the street. You could make out that he wasn't one of the vagrants that frequented this area, so maybe, just maybe, you could get him to help you. You released a chilling cry, calling out, "SOMEBODY! Please! Help! This man, this man, he's trying to hurt me!" You pointed hysterically to your victim, turning back to scream some more, before you collapsed into the other man, your savior, and you were both knocked to the ground. You continued to act like a damsel in distress, not even looking at the new person as you cried, "Oh thank you. Please, please help me, he's trying to-"

"Y/n L/n, right?" You finally looked at your supposed savior. Oh no. The shiny police badge was obvious now that you were close to him. "That man over there, he's-" "Trying to get his wallet back, I suppose?" The cop gestured to the leather in your hands. You could run again. You could try. But with your victim catching up to you, a police officer within mere inches of you, and your exhausted body, you knew it would be futile. "Did she steal your wallet, sir?" You couldn't even look up from the ground as the officer spoke. He'd say yes, and you'd be carted off to jail, too weak to fight- "What? God, no!" An exasperated voice raised you from your thoughts. Your victim. His hair was in a disheveled ponytail, his plain dress clothes crinkled, but he didn't look angry. No, if anything, he looked excited. "I- Excuse me?" The officer scoffed. The man nodded, "My good friend and I were just playing a good old game of keep away. She always plays so dirty with it." He mocked a frown, before chuckling, "Come on, let's go back home."

The cop hesitated, his grip on your arm tightening, "Sir, this is a wanted criminal." The man cocked an eyebrow, "So? Here, this might change your mind. And tell Lestrade to stop locking so many innocent people up. It looks bad for the Yard." The man pulled out an ID, showing it to him. Sherlock Holmes. The officer dropped his arm, "Fine. Have her. When she robs your house, don't come crying to me." The officer walked off, leaving you two alone. You had ended up in the middle of a shopping district, cold and in the dark. Where on Earth had you run to? Sherlock chuckled, "You can keep the wallet." You looked down at the leather in your hands. Opening it, there was nothing inside. "You ever hear of a group called the Baker Street Irregulars?"

[persephone11110]

Lover Boy | J.S

prompt: "I can never figure out what you want from me..." credit: @delusionisaplace

tw: ons-> lovers, fucking your enemy turned friend ex gf, curse words, insecurities, self esteem issues, jealousy, jealousy- induced love confession, angst with happy ending

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“Bradshaw wasn’t a good enough fuck?” Jake asks you.“I know Birdman goes slow but jesus darlin I don’t have fucking horse stamina”. You almost allow a laugh to escape.

“Not even three seconds after fucking me you start talking about Bradley”, you can see his jaw tightening—jealous bastard. “This is the last time Jake”. you murmur, but like usual he ignores you.

Like usual you two find a way back into eachothers bed.

“Darlin I’m just reminding you of what you could’ve had-if I gotten you first, if only you let me take you home like i asked you to”—he smirks giving you his notorious grin.

“Any other time Jake you fuck me and let me leave in silence whats different about tonight?”your voice heavy with curiosity. You figure Jakes silence is a answer,

This isn’t like Jake Seresin, the Jake you know only has one thing on his mind— one night stands. You don’t bring a man home like Jake and expect to wake up to him in the morning laying next to you. Its expected that he either leaves right after sex or after a hour atleast.

“Sweetheart you can’t tell me this isn’t getting tiring, and no I don’t mean the sex part”. You nibble at your bottom lip conflicted if you should be honest with Jake or lie until he believes you. Wanting to choose the second option, afraid if you lay out your heart for Jake to see, he’ll leave you in the dust. “C’mon Y/n I know you’ve thought about this before”.

“Look Jake, I admit I like the idea of us— but the foundation of this relationship would be. based on us being fuck buddies”. Jake raises an eyebrow, might be the first time you’ve seen the texan man so shocked. Your both full of surprises.“If we go forward with this relationship, what about Bradley?”

Bringing up Bradley again seems to make Jake stop dead in his tracks. He can’t get mad you, because your right— what type of man would Jake be if he brought around Bradley ex- girlfriend, especially with them finally being neutral towards one another. It took a decade in half for those two be eachother presence without any conflict.

Yet Jake was willing to throw all away for you.

Whats Jake angle here, Is this a way to get back at Bradley?

Despite ending nearly twenty years of conflict between them, it be a boost to Jakes ego to be walking around with the girl his teammate once had. Hell any man would feel immense amount of pride if they finally got the girl they lost to another man, you almost shivered at the thought of this being a sick game Jake made up in his head, did he really love you or did he love the idea of competing with Bradley.

“You must really think I enjoy being the asshole every time?”. Jake scoffs, then again what he can expect from you- he’s asshole in the skies and on the ground. Jake Seresin is man who threw the death of a mans father in face just to get rise out of him. “If you think I want to betray my teammates trust, you must not really know me at all”.

Its to damn early to be expressing this much feelings for a man who you see a couple times out of the month, the sun barley even out and here you are on the brink of letting the confession thats sitting on the tip of your tongue slip.

Laying in the bathtub that belongs to the man you swear you don’t have feelings for.

“Well Jake I don’t know you”. you softly glare at him, “Only person I know is Hangman— the man that leaves everyone hanging”. Your stomach in knots wondering what made Jake want to have this conversation in the first place. You can’t just outright say your in love with him, you can’t just say it- thats insanse. “You haven’t given me the chance remember?”

“I don’t do girlfriends, If you want one nightstand Im your guy— you need a distraction from reality im your guy”.

Jake shakes his head at the accusation, “And I should have, I should’ve fought harder for you”. He perched aganist his bathroom sink, “He didn’t deserve Y/n and you know that”. He whispers, yet the heat behind the words betray how Jakes really feeling.

“Back to Bradley again”, you scoot closer to him despite being in a tub filled with bubbles.“Why are you so obsessed with him, is it because he had what you wanted?”. His posture changes from calm to defensive, his arms are crossed over eachother, his jaw clenched again.

“Yknow darlin for someone who always one step ahead you sure as hell aint right now”. His tone dripping with anger, “I’m not jealous of Bradshaw, I’m angry because he hurt the girl I love”.

“Damn it Y/n”, Jake hissed as he pushes himself off the sink. You need second to think, first you and Jake are seconds away from a argument and now hes telling you he loves you.

Only you don’t get the chance to think more, Jake slips himself into the bathtub with you, theres no inches between you two— like its a reflex your head is in the crook of Jakes neck.

“Darlin”, Jake whispers into your ear, “I’ve been in love with you for awhile now”, the water spills over the tub.

“I’m love with you too Jake, I just didn’t want say it and be for nothing”. You twiddle with a strand of your wet hair, anxious of what Jakes going to say next. Jake grabs your hand into his, he traces a finger over your hand.

“Lets just stay like this for minute baby”.

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author note: 25 Album by Adele came on and the plot bunny crossed my mind,Enjoy 😊

[galaxoshine]

mid story line tag

10 lines from the middle of 10 fics & tagging 10 people

thank you for the tag @the-invisibility-bloke (here), @thecouchsofa (here), @shoopsthereitis (here), and @blackstargazer (here), all of your lines are absolute bangers <3

Come home (to me)

Saxon’s mastered three things in his life: talking bullshit, getting pussy, and ignoring the deep gut stirring in his stomach when he looks at his little brother.

Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned

“Don’t know what?”

“If he had a point, I guess. If I’m not into guys out of sheer spite.”

Christ, Evan could really use a cigarette right now. Social inept as he is, he blurts out, “Want to suck my dick and see if that clears things up for you?”

I dreamed you into life

“Mr Black,” Remus whispers, connecting the dots. Regulus’ gaze snaps to him. “Oh fuck, Mr Black? That’s you?!”

“Repeating my name isn’t going to change the reality of things, Mr Lupin,” Regulus hisses, lips pressed together.

Remus’ cock twitches in his pants on instinct. “Please don’t call me that.”

“I’m still in the room, by the way, if you cared,” Teddy whines, hands over his eyes.

Blood rush

“I’m here to do my job, I’d rather not be thinking about your… medical, or pain kink, or whatever it is that turns you on.” Another groan slips out of those soft lips that sends a shot of heat through James’ body. “A needle, for fuck’s sake, you’re supposed to be scared of them, not turned on.”

Uncovering the myth

“They even glared at me, like I was being rude. Me.”

Posh pretentious arsehole. “You’re right, it’s not all rude to go and randomly ask private information about a guy’s genitals to his exes.”

Draco stares at him in disappointment. “Are you even gay?”

Harry groans, shoving his head into his pillow.

At his fingertips

James rolls his eyes, tugging on Sirius’ arm and bringing them to his car. “Having a kid will do that to you, and you know it. Besides, we’ll talk about this tomorrow when you can’t walk.”

Sirius huffs. “Think you got enough stamina left in you, old man? Wouldn’t want to go to sleep past your bedtime—”

“Fuck off and get in.”

“Well I’m trying but I might be too big to fit you know—”

Summer fever

A year since, I love you, in the quiet of a stolen summer night, and you can’t, amidst the crickets and the soft breeze of an upcoming thunderstorm. A year since she ripped her own heart from her chest and squeezed it dry, trying to get rid of the suffocating emotions, letting the blood taint her hands instead of letting it poison the love of her life, slipping from her grasp.

To be seen

“Your hands,” he mutters instead with a glare. “They’re annoying. I want them gone.” Inside of me, preferably.

Teddy’s eyes bulge. “I’m sorry—what?”

Pray for absolution

Harry’s always belonged to him.

But Sirius belonged to him, first. He gave up his heart for him, and swore to the woman who birthed him he’d always be there for him.

That love morphed, grew teeth, and a hunger that couldn’t be satiated with anything but consumption. Maybe if they’d both grown up less fucked up, they wouldn’t be here. But does it really matter?

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[duckchu]

Last one for today, Aphelios <3

Like always nsfw, fem bodied reader etc etc

I honestly love this gif of him he's so sassy lglrvkrqgk

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

Will usually prepare a bath for you both and cuddle you to sleep after

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

He like his hands and how he can make you release so many cute noises with them ~ and on you, your breasts, no matter the size he like to lay on them

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

Doesn't really care, if you want it inside? Sure. Outside? Ok, though he prefers to do it inside by a really slight margin

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

He has recorded your moans and will maybe use them in a song someday, but for now it stays in his headphones~ also he'd love to be sandwiched between you and Kayn or Sett

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

Not really, you need to teach him everything

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, doesn't like to complicate things and it's comfortable for you

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

If you laugh, he'll get flustered and red as a beet, prefers to keep it serious

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

Not any, he likes to be relatively hairless

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

Aphelios is secretly a romantic at heart, he keeps you close and leaves kisses all over your body

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't really need to, but will if he feels really horny (that's why he has the moans recorded)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not sure if that's a kink but he really likes biting and fingering you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, he wants to be able to enjoy you fully

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

Seeing your breasts in a tight shirt is enough to get him rock hard

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

He doesn't really enjoy roleplaying and hitting you

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

He prefers to give but doesn't mind receiving, a 69 is perfect for him

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

Depends on the day honestly, he can go either way depending on his mood

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

Doesn't mind then but would rather have a longer session with you

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

Not really, though he enjoys the though of fucking you in a place where someone could find you, he's way too shy to do that, though he does sometimes stream the music making process with you doing some work with your mouth under the desk

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

Only 1 round, but he has no problem fingering you afterwards

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

No, but can get some if you'd like

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a tease, however if you really get on his nerves, he will edge you for hours just to get back at you

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

He's a loud moaner, really loud in bed

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

He gets inspired by you and writes...pretty interesting songs, but those are kept only for him to see

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

Long, 14 cm and average thickness

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

He's surprisingly horny, though he can just wait it out but if he can, he would like to have you take care of it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the bath he doses off pretty quickly