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Lease and Let Die || Lilia Vanrouge

You needed a roommate. You got Lilia Vanrouge. He’s upside down on your ceiling, burns every meal, might be immortal—and weirdly? He’s perfect.

You’ve hit rock bottom. Not the dramatic, movie kind—no, this is the quiet, pathetic kind where your roommate runs off to “find themselves” in a polycule commune and leaves you with the full rent and a fridge that smells like betrayal.

Running on three hours of sleep, gas station muffins, and a caffeine tolerance that borders on war crime, you post the most honest roommate ad you can manage:

“Please, just pay rent on time and don’t leave knives in the sink. Or summoning circles. I’m tired.”

Five minutes later, your phone pings.

“I’ve never missed rent, my knives are ceremonial, and I haven’t summoned a proper demon in decades. When do I move in? —L.V.”

You blink at your phone. You reread the message. You decide it’s probably fine.

Twenty-four hours later, Lilia Vanrouge shows up at your door.

He’s wearing a leather jacket, eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, and a smile like he knows exactly how you’re going to die—and thinks it’s kind of cute.

“You must be my new roommate!” he chirps, setting down a suitcase that audibly hums.

You nod slowly, brain buffering. “Are you... bringing more stuff?”

“Oh, no,” he says, cheerfully. “Just this. And the coffin.”

“The what—”

But he’s already inside, complimenting your curtains and asking where the nearest leyline convergence is.

You stare blankly. Somewhere in the apartment, the Wi-Fi cuts out.

You have no idea what the hell you just signed up for.

But at least he promised that he does his own dishes.

It started off sweet. Really, it did.

You had late evening classes three times a week and by the time you trudged across campus toward home, the only light came from flickering streetlamps and your phone screen at 3% battery.

One night, as you packed your things into your bag, Lilia appeared beside you like a helpful poltergeist.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said cheerfully, slinging your bag over his shoulder before you could argue.

Your first reaction? Touched. Emotional. Betrayed by your own sentimentality. Because nobody had ever said anything that nice to you on this hell-washed campus. Not your professors, not your classmates, not even your overpriced coffee machine, which had begun growling whenever you approached.

You looked at him with stars in your eyes and said, “That’s… really kind. Thank you.”

He shrugged, the picture of casual coolness, if casual coolness was wearing a floor-length black cloak and bat earrings. “The darkness listens better when I’m near.”

And that was when the stars in your eyes shriveled and died.

You blinked. “I’m sorry, the what?”

“The darkness,” he said, like this was self-explanatory. “It whispers sometimes. And when I’m around, it’s polite about it.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Reopened it. “And… that’s supposed to be comforting?”

“It means I’ll hear if anything wants to drag you into an abyss. I can bargain with those.” He beamed at you. “Some of them owe me favors.”

You stared at the sidewalk as you walked. You were no longer sure if this was a sweet gesture or a prelude to demonic possession.

At one point, a crow landed on a lamppost and screamed. Lilia tilted his head and murmured something in a language you didn’t know, and the crow just nodded and flew away.

You weren’t sure if you should feel safer.

“Lilia,” you said cautiously, “do I need to be worried?”

He laughed, delighted. “Oh, no! You’re not a threat to the veil between realms. Not yet.”

You did not like the word yet. Not one bit.

Still… you made it home. Your front door was mysteriously unlocked (Lilia claimed the house “let him in”), the kitchen light had fixed itself, and your dying plant had perked up. So maybe walking home with your roommate wasn’t the worst idea in the world.

You just had to make peace with the fact that the shadows sometimes waved at him.

And that he waved back.

You were dying. There was no other way to describe it.

The dining table was a battlefield: open textbooks stacked like defensive walls, notes scattered like fallen soldiers, and a graveyard of empty mugs bearing silent witness to your descent into academic hell. Your eye twitched. The caffeine was doing nothing. You were 84% sure your soul had left your body three hours ago. The only thing keeping your bones upright was spite.

“I swear to every cruel god out there,” you muttered, “if I don’t pass this exam, I’m just gonna lay down in the student union and let the crushing weight of debt take me.”

From the couch—where he had been laying upside down like an actual bat for the past twenty minutes—Lilia made a thoughtful noise.

“Do you require reinforcements? A siege beast, perhaps? I have a minor distraction spell that summons a screaming goat—”

“I need silence,” you hissed, snapping your highlighter in half with the ferocity of a person pushed beyond reason.

“Oh,” he said, far too delighted. “Say no more.”

He snapped his fingers.

There was a pop and then—nothing. Utter, blissful, terrifying silence. You blinked. The world was muffled in a sparkling purple haze. It was like someone had wrapped your brain in a pillow and told all your problems to go wait outside.

You got two pages of notes done before the smell hit you.

Burnt.

Burning.

Popcorn?

You looked up just in time to see a column of smoke trailing lazily from the kitchen.

You screamed. You didn’t hear it.

Lilia waved at you cheerfully from inside the fire alarm’s muted chaos.

You were too tired to cry and too caffeinated to blink. The popcorn was ruined, the fire alarm had only just stopped shrieking, and Lilia was poking at the charred remains in the microwave like it was a curious new species.

"I thought I had it set to two minutes," he said cheerfully, as if the kitchen wasn’t filled with smoke and the smell of scorched sadness.

“You set it to twenty,” you croaked, pointing accusingly at the still-blinking numbers. “Twenty minutes, Lilia.”

“Ah. So that’s what the little zeroes were for.” He turned around, beaming like a deranged warlock. “Good news is—I know just the thing to cheer you up.”

“No,” you said immediately. “Lilia, no.”

But it was already too late. He clapped his hands once, a ripple of eldritch magic shimmered through the air, and with a flash of light and a small puff of brimstone, something appeared.

Stanley, the goat.

He stood in the middle of your scorched kitchen. Just… stood there. He had little beady eyes, unimpressed with this plane of existence. A single bell jingled around his neck like it was mocking you personally.

And then he screamed.

It was the sound of every due date you’d missed, every essay you’d written at 3 a.m., every existential panic you’d had at the grocery store over the rising price of cheese. It was a scream that echoed through your soul and possibly opened a portal to another realm for a second.

Stanley screamed again. Lilia clapped, delighted.

“He’s motivated troops into battle before,” he said proudly. “And one time, a wedding.”

You stared at the ceiling. “I am going to be arrested. They’re going to cite you as the reason and the judge will nod solemnly because they’ll get it.”

Stanley climbed onto the counter and knocked over your last mug of coffee.

Lilia looked at you with the serene calm of someone who has caused kingdoms to fall. “Would you like me to summon Stanley’s cousin? Her name is Beatrice.”

You sank to the floor. “I just wanted popcorn.”

Stanley screamed.

It starts innocently. A Tuesday. You’re behind on three assignments, your laundry smells like something died in it (possibly your GPA), and Lilia is humming in the kitchen while making (very burnt) eggs in a suspiciously perfect spiral. Nothing unusual.

Until you open your history textbook.

You're scanning for bullet points—just enough to fake engagement during tomorrow’s class—and then you see it.

The name.

Lilia Vanrouge. Underlined. Bolded. In a war tactics section titled "Unconventional Victory: The Northern Siege and the General Who Outsmarted Death."

There’s even a sketched portrait. It’s him. Smirking like he knows something you don’t. Which is probably true.

You sit there for a moment, staring at the page, then at the kitchen doorway. Then back at the page.

Then you scream.

Lilia pokes his head in. “What’s wrong? Ghost in the textbook?”

“You’re in the textbook!” you shout, holding it up like it might exorcise him.

He blinks at it, tilts his head. “Oh. That one. I told them not to use that portrait, it’s terribly outdated. My cheekbones are much sharper now.”

“YOU’RE A WAR GENERAL.”

He grins. “Was. Ages ago. The title’s more of a... dusty old accessory now.”

You pace. “I’ve been yelling at you about buying sugary cereal for weeks.”

“You called me a ‘coward of capitalism.’” He sounds fond. “It was very compelling.”

“I made you split a bag of off-brand marshmallows with me because I couldn’t afford dinner.”

He beams. “It was charming! Very wartime spirit of you.”

You throw yourself face-first into your pillow and scream until the pillow gives up.

“I didn’t think you’d care for old titles.”

“I care that you’re in a textbook!”

He sits beside you, offering the plate. “I also invented this egg spiral. There’s a footnote about it in Chapter Seven.”

You consider the egg. You consider your life.

And then you accept the plate. Because apparently you’re living with a retired war general who hoards cereal and hums lullabies in ancient dialects.

And somehow, this still isn’t the weirdest week you’ve had.

You don’t ask him seriously at first. It’s a joke—half a groan, half a petty fantasy as you drag yourself home from another night class, your arms sore from carrying too many books and your pride bruised from yet another “spirited” discussion with your favorite nemesis: Professor Drywall Brain.

“I swear to the gods, Lilia,” you mutter as you slam the door behind you, “if that man says ‘technically that isn’t historically accurate’ one more time, I’m going to scream in four different languages. Loudly. In his office. While holding a tambourine.”

Lilia, sprawled upside-down on the couch in his usual dramatic corpse pose, peeks open one eye. “Want me to come with you next time?”

You laugh. “God, imagine. You in class with me. You’d eat him alive.”

But the next time your professor interrupts you for the third time in one sentence to cite a source he co-wrote with his own ego, something in you snaps.

Lilia shows up twenty minutes early the next class.

He’s wearing:

• A sparkly lavender Hello Kitty hoodie.

• Black platform boots that make him almost legally too powerful.

• A “#1 Gamer Granddad” hat, slightly crooked.

• A notebook. A very serious notebook. Labeled in bold marker: “HUMAN RITUALS (vol. I)”

You blink. “...This isn’t what I meant when I said ‘scare him.’”

“Too much?” he asks innocently, spinning the hat backwards like this is a very niche sitcom. “I can lose the boots.”

“No. Keep them. I want them burned into his memory.”

He does sit in on class. The professor, clearly confused but trying to be professional, asks who he is.

Lilia doesn’t answer with his name. He just smiles and says, “Observer of mortal wisdom,” and opens his notebook like he’s ready to witness a natural disaster.

Every time the professor says something snide or borderline wrong, Lilia makes a show of scribbling a note with an expression of mild horror. At one point he even raises a hand—a single gloved finger, dainty as sin—and asks if “contradicting published data is part of the mortal learning experience.”

By the end of the class, your professor looks like he’s aged six years.

On the walk home, Lilia loops his arm through yours and hums. “That was very educational. I should attend more.”

“Please don’t,” you whisper, though you’re also grinning. “You’re going to get me expelled.”

“Not if I become the dean first,” he says cheerfully.

You don’t know if he’s joking. You don’t ask.

You just feel very safe walking home that night.

The day your professor emailed your grade, you were still deep in the throes of post-group-project resentment. You hadn’t slept. Your eye had developed a twitch. You’d seen God briefly while editing the final slide deck at 3AM and He told you to log off. You didn’t.

You were still thinking about it. Sitting on the kitchen floor in socks that did not match, eating cold instant ramen with a fork because all the chopsticks had mysteriously disappeared (you suspect Lilia), and rereading your group’s submission like it was a cursed tome. Because somehow, somehow, it was… good?

Like disturbingly good.

It started normal. Blah blah, feudal kingdoms, blah blah, agricultural collapse—but halfway through, it got weirdly intense. The writing shifted from standard student filler to vivid descriptions of battlefield strategy and personal loss. There were diary entries from a dying soldier. Quotes like:

“The horses screamed louder than the men.”

Who wrote that?

You didn’t write that.

Your groupmates definitely didn’t write that—one of them tried to cite Wikipedia by just linking it in the footnotes and calling it a day.

And then you saw it. On the last page, listed under "Additional Resources":

• Blood-Soaked Memoirs, Vol. II

• War and Tea: Reflections of a Veteran General

• Me (I Was There), by L.V.

You stared at the screen.

Then you turned slowly—so slowly—to face the upside-down body perched on your living room ceiling like a decorative gargoyle.

“Lilia,” you said, voice trembling, “did you write my paper?”

He flipped mid-air and landed soundlessly, mug of tea in hand, wearing his fuzzy bat slippers and a shirt that said Don’t Talk To Me Until I’ve Had My Potion.

“Of course I did,” he said cheerfully. “I couldn’t just let you hand in that disaster your groupmates conjured. I’d seen more structure in a battlefield charge made by drunk goblins.”

You blinked. “You used actual war stories.”

“Well, I was there."

“YOU CITED YOURSELF.”

“And they say self-reflection is dead.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I’m going to get expelled for plagiarism from a guy who fought in the Demon Rebellion of 1043.”

He patted your head. “Nonsense. I am the primary source.”

You screamed. The fire alarm went off again. Lilia casually waved away the smoke from your scorched popcorn and floated back to the ceiling.

You got an A+.

You never looked your professor in the eyes again.

The ramen’s cold. You’re sitting on the linoleum like you’ve lost all connection to chairs and dignity. Your laptop screen glows ominously from the counter, blinking with the cheerful menace of “Project Scores Available Now!” and you, a coward, have chosen denial.

It’s not dramatic. It’s survival.

You twirl a limp noodle around your fork and sigh like a Victorian widow. “If I fail this class, I’m going to live in a bog.”

From above, something shifts. A soft creak. You don’t even flinch anymore.

Lilia is upside down on your kitchen ceiling, arms crossed like a sleeping bat, hair dangling like he styled it specifically for zero gravity. His eyes are glowing just slightly in the dim light of the fridge. His entire posture says: I live here. Get used to it.

“You’ll be fine,” he says in that lilting tone of someone who has definitely hexed a registrar before.

You stare at him and jab your fork in his general direction. “Are you here to flirt with me or drink my blood?”

A beat.

“Yes,” he says, all teeth.

You shovel another bite of ramen into your mouth because honestly? Sounds great either way.

He drifts down from the ceiling a moment later, floating like an unsettling balloon and landing in a crouch beside you.

“You know,” he murmurs, peering into your bowl, “when I was in training, we had to fight actual hydras for credit. These grades mean nothing.”

“Yeah, well,” you grumble, “I’m fighting for my life against microwave deadlines and soul-crushing group projects.”

Lilia hums thoughtfully. “Still might be harder than the hydras.”

You blink at him. “...Really?”

“No,” he says sweetly. “But I am proud of you.”

And somehow, the noodles taste a little better after that.

It’s late. The kind of late where everything is quiet, the hum of the fridge is loud, and the streetlights cast long, sleepy shadows through the kitchen window. You’re both where you usually end up—on the floor, cross-legged, surrounded by mismatched mugs and half-eaten snacks, your laptop forgotten somewhere under a throw blanket.

You don’t know why you ask it. Maybe it’s the way he brewed your favorite tea without you asking. Maybe it’s the way he always waits until your shoulders slump before he starts playing that dumb, soothing lo-fi playlist. Maybe it’s just… him.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you ask.

Lilia doesn’t answer right away. He tilts his head, as if tasting the weight of your question in the air. His expression softens—not his usual mischievous grin or teasing smirk, but something quieter. Something old.

“Because,” he says, voice low, “I once led a thousand men into war for less than a kind word.”

He looks at you then, and it feels like the air stills.

“And you give them to me freely.”

“I was never quite friend. Never quite equal. Not really.”

His voice doesn’t change, but your heart lurches anyway.

“But you—” He finally glances down at you, eyes glowing faint in the dark kitchen light. “You argue with me about cereal. You yell at me to do the dishes. You make me playlists.”

He grins, crooked and fond. “You treat me like a person.”

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Not even a joke. Not even a deflection.

You blink too fast. You pretend it’s dust in your eye. You laugh like it’s a silly thing to say, like your throat isn’t tight and your chest isn’t aching in that strange, warm way he always brings.

He doesn’t call you out on it. He just passes you a cookie shaped like a bat and starts humming a song you don’t know but wish you did.

You think you’re in trouble.

You also think you don’t mind.

You burst through the front door like you’ve been launched from a cannon, nearly trip on your own shoes, and absolutely yeet your bag across the living room.

Lilia, as always, is committing war crimes in the kitchen. The smoke alarm gave up trying weeks ago. Today’s offense appears to be something that was probably lasagna and is now definitely a smoldering, unidentifiable cube.

He turns, oven mitts on both hands, looking entirely unbothered. “Oh? What’s got you bouncing around like a forest sprite on sugar?”

You can’t speak. You’re too giddy, too high on disbelief and the distinct buzz of miracle. You just hold up your phone, the grades page glowing like divine scripture.

“I PASSED!” you shout, already halfway into a hop.

He blinks. “All of them?”

You nod, borderline feral. “All of them. Even Philosophy, which I wrote the final paper on the wrong philosopher. The wrong century, even!”

Lilia sets down the scorched tray. “Ah. So the blessings worked.”

You freeze. Narrow your eyes. “What blessings?”

He smiles innocently. “Who’s to say? Perhaps the stars aligned. Perhaps the registrar owes me a favor. Perhaps I made a quiet appeal to an ancient power.”

“You hexed my finals.”

“I charmed your finals.”

You don’t care. You really, really don’t care. The stress is finally gone. Your body is light, your soul is free, and for the first time since this bizarre roommate-summoning-covenant began, you feel at ease.

So you cross the room in a few strides, grin so wide it nearly splits your face, and kiss him.

It’s impulsive. Honest. Stupid. Exactly right.

He hums, surprised but pleased, and kisses you back—tasting faintly of burned tomato sauce and centuries of mischief.

You pull away breathless, blinking. “I mean—uh—thank you?”

He chuckles, touching your cheek with one (still oven-mitted) hand. “You’re welcome, dearest.”

The lasagna is absolutely inedible, but you eat it anyway.

With him, even burnt food tastes like victory.

The kitchen floor is cold, the overhead light is buzzing ominously, and there’s a suspiciously damp dish towel under your back, but you’re too tired to care. Finals are over. The semester’s been crushed beneath your heel like a can of off-brand energy drink. Lilia’s lying beside you, arms folded behind his head, legs kicked up like he’s cloud-gazing instead of staring at the slightly water-stained ceiling.

There’s a half-eaten sleeve of cookies on your chest. You’re not sure who put it there. You’ve been eating them slowly, like a grazing animal trying to forget it exists.

You sigh. He sighs louder, out of sheer competition. You elbow him, he laughs. The fridge hums like it’s sharing in the moment.

Then, because it feels right—or at least stupid in the exact right way—you turn your head and say, “Hey, Lilia. Wanna get married?”

There’s a beat. Maybe two.

“Yup,” he says, cheerful as anything. “Let’s do it. Right now? I can carve the rings. I’ve got bone.”

You blink.

He smiles.

You blink again. “I was joking.”

“I wasn’t.”

Silence.

“Wait—bone?”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “What, you think I don’t have crafting materials?”

You stare at him. He stares right back, unblinking, until you crack up so hard the cookie sleeve falls off your chest and crumbles into sad little crumbs on the tile.

“Gods, you’re insane,” you wheeze, wiping your eyes.

He grins, fangs showing. “Only for you, spouse.”

You cover your face, but you're smiling like an idiot. Because even if he's joking—and you're not entirely sure he is—there’s a warmth in your chest that doesn’t feel like just cookie crumbs and post-finals exhaustion.

You’re doomed. You’re in love. And apparently, you’re engaged now.

Masterlist

"someone save me from this university" - me as i wrote this. (also was written very very high on caffeine and stress so i'm sorry for the extreme chaos)

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia twst #lilia x reader #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia

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menagerofmischief · 1 month ago

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nsfw alphabet -> ln4

main masterlist / navigation

nsfw alphabet (a-z)

lando norris x reader

a/n: another request from the request graveyard. I see you guys, I promise I'll try to get to all of them!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Lando is a clinger! He doesn't really wanna move, preferring to stay down and cuddle, twisting his body into your own and staying cozy from your warmth. If he has to move he will, but best believe some part of his skin will be touching your at all times. He's also big on sharing baths together afterward with you leaning back into him.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Boobs! He loves your boobs and if he could he would never take his hands off of them. Loves to cuddle with his hands up your shirt and just holding your boobs.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Has no preference whatsoever. He likes anything, filling you up, cumming in your mouth, on your stomach/ass/back/tits. He's down for all of it and will always let out a little groan as he takes in the sight.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He gets hard watching you do domestic things around your shared apartment. You're leaning down to put dishes into the dishwasher, boner! Reaching into the washing machine to pull out a lost sock? Boner! Vacuuming the new rug? Boner!

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He's pretty experienced and knows what he's doing. Uses his experience to drive you absolutely wild.

F= Favorite position

Doesn't really have a favorite but enjoys positions where he can grab your boobs easily. Loves cowgirl because your tits are bouncing in his face, it's his own personal slice of heaven.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Sometimes when you're having soft/slower sex he'll randomly burst into giggles. Other than that he's pretty good at giving what the situation requires.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He keeps it pretty neat, trimmed all the way down but doesn't completely shave it off. If you had different preferences he'd be up to trying and when it comes to you he doesn't mind anything as long as you're comfortable.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He can swing either way but I do think that he leans a bit forward to romantic and wanting you to experience every touch deeply and feel everything. However if it was a bad day, get ready because he can and will absolutely go rough.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Prefers you touching him rather than him touching himself but when you're not there or he's away, he'll be jacking off like a boy in puberty, always having your picture up on his phone or calling you to hear your voice.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Lives for your praise! Call him a good boy and he'll be a puddle on the floor. Also loves sucking on your nipples, whether it's during the intercourse or just cuddling with his mouth attached to your tit.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Absolutely up for getting down and dirty anywhere but loves to do it in your apartment. Any surface/room will do.

M= Motivation (what gets them going)

You! End of story. One look of you and oh, where did his pants go?

N= No (something they won't do)

I think he's pretty much down to trying anything you're interested into but wouldn't want to do anything that could seriously hurt you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He loves tasting you almost as much as he loves when you're sucking him off so his absolute favorite is 69, where he can get the best of both worlds. Absolutely knows what he's doing and would eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

P= Pace (do they prefer it slow or fast)

Pretty good at reading the mood and following what you want. Want it faster, he's pounding you into the mattress so fast your head is spinning. Prefer is slow, he'll make sure you feel every inch and drag.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies or taking their time)

Prefers to take his time and go for multiple rounds, but if either of you is feeling needy he'll absolutely pull you into the first corner and go for a quickie.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He's up for experimenting and is pretty much down to try anything at least once. The most important thing for him is that you're both feeling comfortable.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go)

He can go multiple rounds at a time. Give him a second to catch his breath and he's already hard and leaking again, aching to get back into you.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Has a whole drawer filled with all different sorts of toys and enjoys using them to bring you pleasure. Likes to keep a vibrator pressed to your clit while he fucks you or eats you out.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He likes to tease but can't follow thought with it to the end because he has a weak spot for you and wants to give you all the love.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Absolute whore! Whines, moans, grunts, anything and everything. From making you beg, to him begging himself. Doesn't shut up.

W= Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

After Hungary '24 he railed you against the wall of his driver's room that shared with Oscar's, making you scream his name in an attempt to annoy his teammate.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in those pants)

He's packing, we all know it. Did you see the ridiculous amount of photos where his bulge is shown? Pretty sure someone said he's made it onto a Twitter (catch me dead calling it X) page called 'famous bulges'

Y= Yearning (sex drive)

The meter broke from how high it went ;) He wants you, all the time, everywhere, no questions asked. Can go whenever you want, for as long as you want.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Depends on the situation but I think yes, or at least moderately quick. Especially if you're staying right in bed and cuddling, he's dozing off quick and letting out soft snores (yes, I think he snores, sue me).

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adimilkys · 8 months ago

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Sylus NSFW alphabet

(MDNI, 18+, Sylus x fem!reader)

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

Sylus may be rough during sex, but he’s a sweetheart after. Taking care of you, getting a bath ready. If your muscles are too sore he’ll massage your body, making sure you feel as comfortable as possible. He’ll cuddle you up, never leaving you alone to feel like a toy.

He makes sure to always ask if you’re alright, your comfort is the most important part for him.

“Did I go too rough, sweetie?”

“Do you want me to be more gentle, kitten?”

you always tell him no, you love it how rough he is but he always makes sure to ask.

b - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also theirs partners)

He doesn’t really have a favorite body part of his, but his favorite your body part? Everything. He loves your body equally.

But, if you told him to pick one, he’ll say your face. He loves your expressions, the way you pout when you beg him for something, or during sex- the way your mouth hangs open, heavenly sounds leaving it. Your teary eyes, staring up at him- making him even more feral for you. The way your cheeks are flushed with red, tears streaming down them from the pleasure. God, he could cum just from looking at your face.

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum doesn’t really have a taste, it’s neutral and maybe a tad bit salty. He makes sure to eat fruits so you won’t be disgusted with it while his cock is down your throat.

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

He has a lot, like a lot of your pictures on his phone. After you’re done fucking, and you’re still coming back from your high, he takes a picture of your fucked out face. Of your body that is covered in his marks.

When he’s not home, maybe on a mission. He uses Mephisto to spy on you, when you’re out of the shower, all naked and water dripping down your body. He just loves watching you when you’re oblivious.

e - experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sylus has never been in a romantic relationship but he did have some flings, yet none of them satisfied him as much as you did.

f - favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two favorite positions, one of them being fucking you against a wall, more preferably- in the shower. When you can’t do anything but just hold onto him as you’re pressed against the shower wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he rearranges your guts, his head resting on your shoulder, sneaking in a few bites and hickeys.

As for the second one, it’s reverse cowgirl, and it has to be in front of a mirror. So you can look at yourself while he pounds into your pussy. The way your breasts bounce, your ass slaps against his thighs and of course, the perfect view of your face in the mirror. Whenever you try looking away he grabs your face and makes sure it stays straight, looking in the mirror. (Also, he loves it when your eyes meet his in the reflection)

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

I think he’s more serious, but he also sneaks in a few teasing jokes in to make you annoyed.

h - hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

He takes care of his body, making sure he’s always well groomed. He doesn’t have a bush, but does have hair down there. He knows how much you love it when he’s fucking you and his pubic hair tickled your clit.

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He may treat you rough and degrade you in bed, but you know that he loves you. And he makes sure to show it the most when he’s close, and if you even dare to doubt it he shows how much he loves you while fucking you vanilla, when he’s gentle whispering nothing but praises and compliments.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you’re away from each other, and he misses you a bit too much- and you’re not available to call he pulls out your pictures and videos (from his dirty secret) and that’s enough to make him cum.

When you’re available to call him tho, it leads to phone sex, hearing your pretty little moans as you finger yourself while he’s stroking his cock, imagining it as your hand.

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh how he loves punishing you, your pretty ass on his lap while spanks it, making you count, while his other hand is playing with your pussy- and if you lose count he starts all over again.

bondage and blindfold sex, of course not on him (if you try, after a few minutes of teasing him he rips his arms free and destroys you) but on you? Your hands tied up, same with your legs, not able to move while he overstimulates your body. Adding the blindfold to that, making things even more spicier as you never know what his next move will be.

Degradation, he loves calling you a slut for him in bed, knowing it turns you on too. But he knows to never go overboard, again- you being comfortable is his top priority.

l - location (favorite places to do the do)

Shower and bedroom anddd his office

Bending you over his desk in his office, or fucking you on the couch.

Against the shower wall.

But nothing will beat his bedroom, where you can be the most comfortable. No one daring to disturb you both, you can be as loud as you want and after- you can cuddle in his bed without having to move places.

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

When you’re being a brat, just begging to be punished and ruined.

When you’re angry, you’re yelling at him on how he needs to be more careful or whatever- he’s hard.

Or when you’re both at an event, an auction or just a party, wearing those skimpy dresses. He just can’t wait to rip them off you.

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

Sharing you, Sylus is possessive. When a man dares to touch you or even flirt with you he’s dead meat, even when you’re giving a bit too much attention to Lucas and Kieran his jealousy strikes (even though he’ll never admit to being jealous). He will never let another man or woman see what he sees.

Pain play, sure he loves spanking you but he will never and I mean if, NEVER hurt you in bed even if you consent for it. Slapping your face? Knife play? no.

non-con, you know about the pictures he takes of you (you’ve caught him in the act and just saw his gallery) and you don’t mind it as you have his pictures as well, but if you’re drunk (even if you beg him) not in the mood or asleep he won’t dare to touch you. He needs your sober and aware consent.

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

He loves eating your pussy, it’s his favorite meal- he could spend the entire night just making you cum from his mouth.

He was never a fan of giving, during his flings he just fucked and nothing more. Until he met you and tried it out- he immediately fell in love and became obsessed.

As for receiving, he loves seeing your mouth full of his dick, not able to fit it all in. Watching your mouth full of his cum before swallowing it. (Tho if you don’t feel comfortable / don’t like it he won’t force you nor even ask for it).

p - pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Sylus is rough, very rough in bed. Pounding into you so hard that you can’t even remember your own name, the only thing leaving your lips are moans of his name, not even able to speak- so fucked out.

His cock torturing your sweet spot and cervix, pulling out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Thought, if you needed to be held and comforted but still railed- he’ll be slow and sensual but giving you the pleasure that you need, making sure for give you the comfort that you need while making you cum.

q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his sweet time with you, making you cum on his tongue a few times, or on his fingers and then his cock.

If you’re both needy, and don’t have a lot of time- he’ll pull you into the bathroom of the place you’re in and fuck you without wasting any time, leaving both of you satisfied for the rest of meeting etc. (Not really, you both want more).

r - risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

He prefers for your fun to be in the private, where he can hear your loud moans instead of you having to be quiet, not to mention his possessive side- if you get caught the person won’t be even able to realize what’s happening before they’re dead, oops.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Sylus has an INSANE amount of stamina, he can fuck you all day and he won’t be even tired (he probably would do it but you would pass out about 20 times).

He’s the one that does most of the work, when you’re riding him and get tired (he isn’t surprised, he knows how hard it is for you to bounce on his huge cock) he just grabs your hips and starts bouncing you up and down while you scratch his chest, trying to keep balance.

On average, you go for about five rounds, when both of you are tired probably just one. But when he’s frustrated? Good luck because you ain’t surviving.

He can make you cum about two or even three times just on his cock before coming himself.

t - toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He bought a vibrator just for you, he mostly uses it when you’re in a meeting so he can play with you while you struggle to be quiet.

u - unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sylus is like the king of teasing, he can torture you for hours. Can you blame him tho? He just loves seeing you beg for him.

If you’re the one that tries to tease him, it won’t end good for you('r pussy).

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very vocal, he’ll mostly groan but it’s almost impossible to hear him let out an actual moan (the time you did hear him moan he was so embarrassed he just bit your shoulder to not make anymore noises)

If you want to hear him more than usual tho, you have to go for the neck.

w - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He doesn’t know it, and disagrees with the idea of having a breeding kink. Knowing damn well he’s trying to pump a kid into you every single night.

Another thing is, he’s not disgusted by period sex. Especially when you’re cramps are bad and he knows giving you an orgasm will help (he read it on the internet).

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

He has a huge dick, about 9 inches that hits all the right spots inside of you.

It’s also thick, like really thick. The first time you both had sex he couldn’t even fit and had to size train you for a few days.

It hurt at first, but as you got used to it, the feeling was amazing. He may have been gifted with a big dick, but he also knows how to use it.

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

If he could, he would spend every single hour of the day fucking you. He’s needy and horny all the time but also busy, which means he can’t fulfill his fantasies every time.

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sylus is a night owl, he doesn’t sleep a lot. After your session, even if you have fallen asleep he’ll clean you up, change the sheets and tuck you in. Maybe he’ll read a book afterwards if he’s not that tired (while holding you) or just cuddle you up and fall asleep.

requests are open, feel free to send some

#adimilkys writes #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus x you #sylus smut #lnds smut

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helluvapoison · 1 year ago

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Could I get Adam, Lute and Lucifer and how they 'court' the reader? Like how birds with court each other, little gifts, wing 'dances', nesting, etc...

Also, could I be your 🐌 anon? <3<3<3

Birds of a Feather

Adam, Lute and Lucifer courting you

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Peacocking has nothing on The First Man

• His personality is amped up to the highest level when he sees you walk in a room

• (Overcompensation for how fucking nervous you make him)

• Adam gets cocky when he knows he has your attention

• Tossing grapes high in the air and catching them in his mouth, bragging louder than usual about something or the other

• Heaven forbid you laugh at any of his antics, (His smirk is dangerous, “Oh you like that?”) he’ll start singling you out in front of everyone, calling your name before he acts up

• Performances include inviting you to watch his band play and miraculously getting more energy

• Casually tosses guitar picks in your direction— and when he finds out you kept one!? He’s over the moon

• He won’t go out of his way to get you food but he’ll order you something if he goes somewhere

• Adam hates nesting. He doesn’t like being stressed in general and nesting is really fucking stressful!

• The very fact seeing you pricks the urge in him to nest drives him insane

• (AKA, he likes you a lot more than he thought he did!)

• Seeing you in his space does something he doesn’t particularly hate though

• “It’s whatever if you don’t like it.” Adam shrugs

• “No, I think it looks nice! Very you. Tell me about these pictures?”

• He’s fucking done for

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Like they have a mind of their own, her wings stretch out and audibly fluff up when she makes eye contact with you

• Mortifying is an understatement

• She picks out trinkets to give to you at first, something small that could be waved off as insignificant

• Later, when Lute realizes her affections are returned, she brings useful offerings or something you offhandedly mentioned needing

• She wishes she could tell you about the exterminations solely to brag

• See how fierce she is, how skilled she is, how good of a protector she could be for you

• Lute will ask you to arm wrestle as a compromise. She gets to hold you hand and show off her strength!

• Nesting was fine, it was the judgment part that drove her up a wall

• Watching your eyes roam over her apartment, deciding whether or not it was good enough for you? Gah!

• “What, uh—“ Lute clears her throat, she’ll hate herself for even asking later, “What do you think?”

• You smile knowingly, something else that makes her absolutely mad, “It’s perfect.”

• Lute beams with pride like she’s won a great victory

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Never before has he felt the need to actually flaunt.. anything?

• With you it hits him like a fucking train and it’s even harder to supress it

• He’s Lucifer! That’s supposed to be self explanatory, that’s supposed to be enough

• Suddenly he’s checking every mirror on his way to you, making sure he looks better than he feels

• He tries to find other ways to steal your attention or show that he would be a worthy partner

• …But showing off his wings couldn’t hurt, right? He has six after all. If you needed to get to the other side of town he’d be more than happy to fly you over!

• Nothings too good for you! If Lucifer thinks you’ll want or like something, he’s buying it!

• Did you notice he can make things too? He’ll make you something— or fix something for you!

• Quick, break that so he can show you he can fix it!

• Lucifer pulls all the stops trying to prove himself, nesting is no exception… he’s just not great at it

• He starts! However a little after beginning he realizes just how big his mansion is and gets overwhelmed so he closes all the doors and focuses his energy on the only room that matters; his

• “I mainly stay in here,” Lucifer explains while squishing a duck in his fist, watching you explore his room, “I cleaned it up for you! N-Not for you, not for that— I mean not that I’m opposed! I just meant so that you could, uh, see?”

• “I see why you like it, I’d never wanna leave.”

• You’re gonna kill him saying shit like that

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🐌 CAN I GIVE YOU A KITH BECAUSE THIS WAS SO FUN!!!!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanons #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar headcanon #lucifer morningstar imagine #hazbin hotel adam headcanon #hazbin hotel adam imagine #hazbin hotel adam x reader #lute headcanon #lute imagine #lute x reader

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stagtorccio · 1 month ago

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teen lottie NSFW alphabet?

i always assume these requests mean pre-crash yall have to specify if you want wilderness or post rescue ... but yes anon

LOTTIE MATTHEWS — NSFW ALPHABET yall already know the rules... template from here! warnings: general kinda crude language, mentions of mania and kleptomania? nothing too insane though

mdni, 18+

A = AFTERCARE (WHAT THEY’RE LIKE AFTER SEX)

deeply emotional. threads her fingers through your hair, tucks close to you. soft murmurs that are usually nonsense pillow-talk, cheek to chest, heart syncing with yours.

loves showering with you after, because she’s got sensory issues and doesn’t like when the good sticky turns to bad sticky… gross!

B = BODY PART (THEIR FAVORITE BODY PART OF THEIRS AND ALSO THEIR PARTNER’S)

on herself, her eyes– loves it if she can just throw you a look and turn you on, loves making eye contact

on you, your thighs– especially wrapped around her waist. but honestly just flash her any skin and she’s trying to drag you to the nearest closet

C = CUM (ANYTHING TO DO WITH CUM, BASICALLY)

total little freak… she’ll smear it across your belly, kiss it off your lips, lick it off her fingers… sometimes she’ll just make it a point to be as messy as possible so you have to help clean her up.

D = DIRTY SECRET (PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY, A DIRTY SECRET OF THEIRS)

gets off to the idea of being watched, just a little. mirrors, windows, the edge of public places.

sometimes she fingers herself in her walk-in closet imagining someone stumbling in. cums fast as hell. freak.

E = EXPERIENCE (HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING?)

more practiced than you’d expect. not in the “tons of partners” way, but she's kinda intuitive. it only takes her a few minutes to get patterns down (and subsequently weaponize them).

F = FAVORITE POSITION (THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING)

lotus— something about mutual closeness, locked thighs, eye contact, etc etc... likes it when you're tangled up in her lap, likes even more that you have nowhere to go.

G = GOOFY (ARE THEY MORE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT? ARE THEY HUMOROUS? ETC.)

if she’s like INTO it into it, not very silly. more focused on the task at hand. catch her a few drinks in though? giggling the whoooleee time because she’s having so much fun.

WILL say some absolutely fucknasty shit and then laugh hysterically right after because holy shit I can’t believe I said that. she did in fact say that though and probably meant it

H = HAIR (HOW WELL GROOMED ARE THEY? DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES? ETC.)

bare or a neatly trimmed landing strip. keeps it soft because she gets irritated as fuck being itchy (me too, girl).

I = INTIMACY (HOW ARE THEY DURING THE MOMENT? THE ROMANTIC ASPECT)

super intensely intimate. eye contact so deep you feel like she’s trying to soul-suck you. touches like she wants to merge bodies. she wants you to see her and understand her and vice versa.

J = JACK OFF (MASTURBATION HEADCANON)

does it rarely. slowly and trying to enjoy it on good nights, quick and just trying to cum on bad ones

very visual, often picturing the same person over and over again, sometimes imagining she’s not alone in the room or that it’s someone else’s hand instead of her own. it helps to distract from less pleasant thoughts

K = KINK (ONE OR MORE OF THEIR KINKS)

control and power play — loves taking the reins, coaxing surrender. it helps her to feel in control of something. vice versa, she sometimes wants to be the one giving up control so that she doesn’t have to think so hard about everything. sort of like cleaning the slate. factory reset if you will

sensory play — blindfolds, silk restraints, dripping wax… sign her right the fuck up

praise — sad lonely girl who likes when you talk sweet to her. fork found in kitchen. unsurprising. but also specifically saying you’re proud is what does the charm because you know this mf needs validation like plants need water… she will implode

L = LOCATION (FAVORITE PLACES TO DO THE DO)

anywhere that feels aesthetic. she’s got a Thing for aesthetics. forest clearing, the floor of her father’s study with incense burning, bed lit by moonlight slashing through stained glass. wants to make it cinematic (like that one sex scene in mulholland drive, rip Lottie you would’ve loved naked in manhattan)

M = MOTIVATION (WHAT TURNS THEM ON, GETS THEM GOING)

vulnerability. seeing you open up, confess a secret, (and, embarrassingly enough, cry in front of her). it’s her blossoming cult leader instincts kicking in sorry.

also, unspoken glances across crowded rooms… she will literally drag you to a closet by the back of your shirt like a kitten

N = NO (SOMETHING THEY WOULDN’T DO, TURN OFFS)

anything detached or performative. hate sex? casual hookups with no emotion? not her thing.

definitely craves connection and using sex to get in someone’s head– not maliciously, just to understand them deeper than she already does

O = ORAL (PREFERENCE IN GIVING OR RECEIVING, SKILL, ETC.)

giving, reverent with it. adores eating someone out slowly, eyes on your face the whole time, dragging her tongue and tasting everything.

receiving? rides the actual fuck out of your face, like literally almost suffocates you a little. doesn’t pull your hair but does push your head down until you have to tap out to catch your breath. good luck soldier.

P = PACE (ARE THEY FAST AND ROUGH? SLOW AND SENSUAL? ETC.)

usually slow and sensual. wants to enjoy it and make it last. but when she’s manic or spiraling, she fucks like she’s exorcising literal demons. maybe she is. who knows.

Q = QUICKIE (THEIR OPINIONS ON QUICKIES, HOW OFTEN, ETC.)

will do them, but only if the tension was already there first or it’s a “public” place—bathroom stalls at school, back of a parked car before a party. she finds it more exciting when there’s the chance of getting caught.

R = RISK (ARE THEY GAME TO EXPERIMENT? DO THEY TAKE RISKS? ETC.)

risky. gets off on risk. being forced into a perfect little bubble your entire life has its side effects. nerves heighten everything else and she likes it that way

S = STAMINA (HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO FOR? HOW LONG DO THEY LAST?)

two or three rounds MINIMUM, especially if she’s feeling manic. will go until you're limp and breathless then ask if you can go one more… good luck babe

T = TOYS (DO THEY OWN TOYS? DO THEY USE THEM? ON A PARTNER OR THEMSELVES?)

yes, but like, classy about it? keeps a little box under her bed– vibrators, a harness, glass dildos…

uses them more on partners than herself, and also just likes collecting them because she’s a kleptomaniac

U = UNFAIR (HOW MUCH THEY LIKE TO TEASE)

when she feels like it. will absolutely edge you until you’re begging, kiss just below where you need her, keep eye contact while she denies you over and over and over…

and does it all while smiling, telling you how good you’re doing. fuck dude

V = VOLUME (HOW LOUD THEY ARE, WHAT SOUNDS THEY MAKE, ETC.)

whispers, whimpers, ecstatic chanting of different phrases if she’s deep into it. moans are drawn-out and trembling. will stutter out that she loves you while taking three whole fingers, she may be a freak but she isn’t a neglectful one

also the louder you get, the more it turns her on… she loves hearing you lose your composure

W = WILD CARD (A RANDOM HEADCANON FOR THE CHARACTER)

has a small collection of polaroids of herself. you know exactly what type of polaroid.

X = X-RAY (LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON UNDER THOSE CLOTHES)

slender, subtle curves, surprisingly toned legs, BICEPS.

also sometimes doesn’t wear panties because she likes the freedom

Y = YEARNING (HOW HIGH IS THEIR SEX DRIVE?)

pretends it’s manageable but aches constantly. daydreams in class, zones out while brushing her hair. quiet about it but that doesn’t mean it isn’t noticeable

Z = ZZZ (HOW QUICKLY THEY FALL ASLEEP AFTERWARDS)

falls asleep quickly after because her mind is finally quiet for once

insists on being big spoon because she likes holding onto you. and she has to have at least one hand under your clothes for that skin to skin, obviously

if you get up in the middle of the night, she pulls you back. you don’t get out of bed until she does, rip you if you have to go to the bathroom

#mdni #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #yellowjackets smut #yellowjackets headcanons #lottie matthews thoughts 💭#answered.txt #bonks you over the head with this #with a comedic sound effect #{ antlers }#{ stag is yapping ... }

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valeisaslut · 12 days ago

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what is rockstar!ellie and popstar!readers favorite albums or songs to have sex to and is it different the type of sex it is???

(MDNI)

OKAY NONNIE. I SEE YOU BABE.

when you were together, music wasn’t a detail. it wasn’t background noise.

it was ritual.

sex was just another kind of performance—intimate, electric, and scored like a fucking movie scene. you didn’t even have to think about it. one of you would press play without a word, and it would begin. always. every time.

the moan that escaped your lips when Ellie slid her hand between your thighs? framed by a drum kick. the snap of her hips against yours? timed to a bassline. the gasp when you dragged your nails down her back? right on cue with the bridge.

that performer nerve in both of you always acted up. and you both loved it.

ELLIE’S VIBE? hot, cocky, heavy.

she had ZERO shame about putting The Fireflies songs in rotation. if it was about you, even better. she lived for the drama. that smug little smirk would curl across her lips while her voice rasped through the speakers.

"this one’s about that night in Paris," she’d mutter in your ear, teeth grazing the shell as the intro to “Buzz” kicked in. “you remember that balcony?”

yeah. you did. you remembered the cold iron railing digging into your back, the skyline behind your head, ellie’s hand between your thighs, whispering “don’t look down” like it was a fucking dare.

“Rocket Queen” played during the kind of sex that left marks. your own moans melding with the ones in the song. bruises blooming like ink across your skin. her voice low and filthy as she mouthed every lyric into your shoulder. hips snapping right along with the guitar solo. fingers digging into your thighs like she was holding herself in place.

when Deftones came on, she’d slow it down. plant a hand over your throat, lean in close, and keep eye contact like she was testing you. like she wanted to see what broke first—your breath or your pride.

picture "beauty school", "cherry waves" "hearts/wires" and "be quiet and drive".

and when “I Wanna Be Your Dog” (Joan Jett version) hit the speakers? Forget it. you were both done. she fucked you like she meant it. like you were hers. like the lyrics were instructions.

and of course "closer" by nine inch nails and "angel" by massive attack were in the rotation. self explanatory.

but the Joel song incident? PURE DEVASTATION.

you were mid-fuck—her buried deep inside, breath ragged against your chest—when an old acoustic Joel Miller track shuffled on. your moans melded with the first verse.

and you both froze.

"fuck, fuck—turn that off!" she muttered, scrambling across the room half-naked, tripping over her jeans to skip the track.

you were wheezing with laughter. she was not amused.

sex to Ellie’s music meant dominance. bruises. nails in your hips. teeth on your neck. whispering “mine” and "take it" like a threat. pulling your hair just to hear you whimper. keeping rhythm like her body was an instrument and you were the encore.

YOUR VIBE? softer. but no less powerful.

yours was intention. you liked control too—but yours was silk, not chains.

you liked music that made the room feel thick. velvet songs. desperate ones. you liked knowing exactly what a song would do to her before you even pressed play.

"can you put something less loud? maybe not scream in my ear while I’m coming?" you’d huff, straddling her lap, fake annoyed. ellie would grin—“fine. but I’m picking the next one.”

“Do I Wanna Know” and “I Wanna Be Yours” had her unraveling underneath you. "basic as hell", she said, but they always hit. hands tight on your hips, breath caught in her throat as your fingers slipped under her tank top.

“Needed Me” by rihanna was power. your pace slow and unrelenting while riding, holding her jaw in your palm while she begged—really begged—for you to stop teasing.

but “Take Me to Church”?

you’d arch your back like a goddamn divine offering, hips rolling in time with the chorus, sweat glistening down your chest, your hair sticking to your temples. ellie would stop breathing. every single time.

and when your unreleased demos came on? the ones you wrote only for her? soft vocals. bare lyrics. rough mixes that never made it to your team’s ears?

she’d drop to her knees. put her mouth on you like she was starving. and when she came, it was your voice in her ears—only yours.

sex to your music meant never breaking eye contact. tangled hands and tangled limbs. gasps turned into sobs if the moment got too intense. her voice whiny with need, whispering “again, baby, please—just one more”

and then there were the SHUFFLE NIGHTS.

when you both gave up and let the playlist choose chaos.

when The Weeknd transitioned into Metallica and neither of you blinked. when “Wicked Games” came on and you were breathless on the carpet, half-dressed, laughing into her mouth. when she bit your thigh during a Led Zeppelin riff and you accidentally moaned through a Lana verse.

when you came with her guitar solo ringing in your ears and her grin looking downright feral.

those were the best ones. no performance. no power plays. just raw, chaotic, messy, real love.

and now?

It haunts both of you.

you can’t listen to “Do Not Disturb” without flashing back to the way her mouth moved over your stomach like she was worshipping every inch.

she can’t hear “Take Me to Church” without seeing you on top of her, haloed in moonlight, riding her slow like penance.

your unreleased songs?

still on her phone. still in her bones. still hers.

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rafesbbdoll · 2 months ago

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nsfw alphabet . rafe cameron

warnings . mdni (content you choose to consume is out of my hands after this warning), public sex, panty stealing, male masturbation, cunnilingus, sensory deprivation, anything else lmk!

wc . 1.3k

masterlist

a - aftercare what are they like after sex?

right after, rafe would coax you into getting up to use the restroom no matter how tired either of you are. he draws you a warm bath, making sure you're comfortable once you get in. he's so tentative to your needs, talking to your gently, soft touches, words of affirmation. after the bath, he'd make sure you eat something, even if it's small, as well as making sure you drink some water. he would softly talk to you until you feel asleep in his arms.

b - body part favorite body part of theirs and yours

rafe loves his biceps. in almost all the pictures he takes of himself, he's always flexing his arm. knowing only a couple of years ago, he was a twig, now he's all bulked up and he makes sure that people know. rafe loves your tits, both sexually and emotionally. when ever rafe comes home from a stressful day with his dad or a deal with barry, your tits are always the cure. he'll use them as stress balls while telling you about his day. sexually, he'll cherish them like they're gold. he'd leave so many marks, biting and sucking on your nipples, one in the mouth and one in his other hand.

c - cum anything to do with cum

rafe loves to cum on your tits or your ass. he just thinks is so aesthetically pleasing to look at the aftermath. he thinks you look even more beautiful with his mark on you, and you indeed love it. rafe rarely cums in your mouth, but when he does, god is that man a whimperer.

d - dirty secret self explanatory

rafe steals your panties to jerk off with them. he thinks it's so explicit yet so adrenaline pumping. when he's jerking off, he'll wrap the undergarments around his dick, watching the pretty fabric move up and down with his hand. he cums quicker with them wrapped around instead of doing it with nothing. even a flashlight doesn't get him that close. that's just what you do to him!

e - experience how experienced are they?

not even trying to sound funny, but rafe has definitely been in the streets before you two met. he knows the different positions, different methods, literally anything. he knows how to get you going without even touching you, so let's just say he's got it handled.

f - favorite position self explanatory

cowgirl for sure. rafe loves it when you're on top of him. as i said before, rafe is a tits guy so when he has a full view of them, this man is losing his mind. he's holding you by your waist as you bounce up and down on him, making him throw his head back in awe. if you get to tired, he'd bring you down, planting his feet on the bed to thrust his hips up into you.

g - goofy are they more serious or silly in the moment?

i'd say rafe is more serious. he just wants to make sure you're comfortable and feeling safe with him. he's paying attention to your every sound and movement, making sure you're okay.

h - hair how groomed are they?

lowkey, i think he'd be bare. once in a while he'd let it grow out. i think he only gets rid of it when it becomes almost a sensory issue for him???

i - intimacy how intimate are they?

so intimate oh my goodness. he's always making sure that you're okay, keeping you close, whispering i love yous into your ear.

j - jack off how often do they masturbate?

he only does it when you're out of town for a business trip, which is valid because you do the same. sometimes he just gets sexually frustrated when you're not there so he has to relieve himself. he doesn't do it as much as he use to, only when he needs.

k - kink favorite kink?

rafe loves self deprivation, with consent of course. he just loves blind folding and tying you up. he knows that your pleasure is heightened when your touch and vision is gone, making him feel like he's in complete control. he would never do anything to hurt you in any like, especially when you're blind folded.

l - location favorite place to do it?

definitely the bedroom. it's private, comfortable, and easy to manage. he doesn't mind going elsewhere, but being in the bed is most preferred.

m - motivation what gets them turned on?

your hand on his thigh never fails to make him hard. and it could be the most innocent touch. say you're talking to your friend, and your hand rested on his thigh as you explained a topic of interest. his dick immediately springs up. of course he's embarrassed, but he can't help it!

n - no what they wouldn't do

he would never do anything to hurt you. he's not into choking, slapping (on your ass sometimes but not a lot). he's seen a lot of shit and it just weirds him out.

o - oral giver or receiver?

i'd say giver. just the way he treated sofia in season 4, it's kinda self explanatory. he loves it when you feel good, especially when it's from his doings. he would literally eat you out like he hasn't eaten in days. he craved your taste, you smell, fucking everything.

p - pace how fast or slow are they?

i feel like it can vary on the day with him. if he's stressed or pissed, fast. if he's feeling soft and tired, slow. he likes to take his time, but he also likes to get the release he needs.

q - quickie opinions on quickies?

he honestly doesn't mind. if you two are at the mall and you're trying on lingerie, he'd fuck you in the dress rooms first before buying it for you. he does like sex at home, but he doesn't mind a quick solution.

r - risk do they like to take risk?

honestly? yes. this man is a f r e a k. he would literally eat you out at the beach if he could. a few months ago, rafe and yourself ended up fucking on toppers boat while kelce, topper, and a few other kooks were on the deck below. lets just say, topper got left a little surprise.

s - stamina how many rounds can they go?

probably around 3. he'll hold out his orgasms just to make sure you've got the most of it before he finishes.

t - toys do they have any toys?

rafe owns one fleshlight, but doesn't really use it anymore. why would he use it when he had your panties?

u - unfair teasing?

rafe lovessss to tease you, wether it be not touching you or not letting you cum. however, rafe hates getting teased. "it feels like you're about to die from hornyness," rafe adds.

v - volume how loud are they?

he does not shut up. he likes to let you know that he's enjoying it just as much as you are. he's moaning, grunting, whining, you name it. hell even whimper your name when he comes.

w - wild card random head cannon

rafe would make you look at his dick if he sees something that he thinks is wrong. a few days ago, he made you inspect his balls because he thought he had herpes. it was a pimple.

he simply does not okay when it comes to contracting diseases or viruses, wether it's through sex or something else. he doesn't want to risk getting you or himself infected.

x - x-ray how much are they packing?

rafe is big. have you seen him??? pretty pink tip, at least 7 inches, girthy as fuck, and has a slight curve on the top.

y - yearning how high is their sex drive?

it's towards the middle. he loves sex, don't get me wrong, but he does love having quality time too.

z - zzz how fast do they fall asleep?

rafe always makes sure they you're asleep before him, no matter if he's tired or not. once you're asleep, he'd go to sleep shortly after.

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NSFW Alphabet with 1x1x1x1

A/N: Well Folks, I finally have came out with the masterpiece some of y’all have been waiting for now, I worked extra hard on this (as usual…) and I’m exhausted 😭🙏 but I think I’m proud of this and now I’m gonna go eat wax candies and stay off tumblr to process what the hell i just wrote 🥰. Enjoy!

⚠️Warnings: Smut smut smut smut anddd smut, it’s smut folks what do you expect? Anyone can read this but please be responsible to since i dont control what people can or can’t do.

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

• With 1x for this, it really depends on the aspect of it.

• The aftercare can be either more traditional with cuddles, praises, cleaning up…

• And I feel like he would enjoy just being cuddled up in your arms while you whisper sweet praises in his ear.

• And of course, he would also do the same to as long as he was comfortable enough doing it, he likes to hold you in his arms and clean you up.

• However, that’s if he’s feeling up to being all sweet and everything, especially if the aftercare is in private or public.

• Most of the time, including at the start of your dating he would mostly just roll off of you and fall asleep, and never speak about it the next day (unless you do).

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

• 1x takes a lot of pride and care with his hair (with him being in his betrayed form). His hair means a lot to him..!

• 1x definitely loves it when you play with his hair, especially during sex since your able to get a few or more noises out of him. And just you tugging at his hair proved to him how good he makes you feel.

• For you though? I don’t think he couldn’t pick a favorite body part from you, unless if he’s held captive and had a gun pointed to his head, he would say he loves seeing your neck down to your lower back covered in his love marks.

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

• Jeez, this man is so gross when it comes to cum, NF it doesn’t even matter how far he goes about it either.

• 1x is careful whenever he decides to finish inside you, he does not wanna father (another) child at the moment.

• However, it makes him feel… something whenever he sees his cum inside you, your realese mixing with his own, it makes it send shivers down his back.

• Oh, and he would be so teasing about it too, he’ll even push down on your stomach just to see some of it spilling out of you.

• But, if he’s not finishing inside of you he’s either cumming on your face/body or in your mouth, he just gets more hard when he sees his cum on your body.. your just so beautiful when your like that!

• No matter where his cum is, wether it’ll be all over your body, in your mouth, inside you etc.. there will always be no more sight any prettier than seeing you painted with his cum.

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

• His dirty secret is that he keeps souvenirs of your belongings whenever you are with him, whenever you guys had you adventures he likes to steal a few of your things or keeps sake whenever he doesn’t see you

• And whenever he’s really needy for you, or he just misses you, he pulls out a box full of your belongings, with one of your underwear’s and starts sniffing it (and jerking off to it) to feel comforted by your scent.

• He even has a couple of photos saved when he’s taken pictures of you during your little… sessions.

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

• Bro has literally -0 experience with anything that has to do with dating, especially if it’s sex too.

• And once he started dating too, he was (obviously) still inexperienced, so you would have to guide him and his movements though it all, but he can get the hang of it after doing it a couple times.

• Once he gets the point of it, and he knows what to do, he’ll never leave you unsatisfied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

• At the start, he would want any positions where you are taking the lead, since he would be inexperienced the first time.

• Those positions would most likely be cowgirl at the start, where you would be able to get on top of him and start riding him.

• And when he’s on top, he’ll take any position that’ll make him fully in control, where he can manhandle you while he pounds away into you, and where you can’t squirm away from him.

• He’s pretty much open almost all the time to experiment different positions, he may be a little hesitant if it’s something he isn’t used to.

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

• He’s never silly during sex, and I don’t think he will ever be goofy, and if he actually is it’s pretty rare

• He’s not joking around about it because he wants to focus on his pleasure, and very importantly your own, and he wouldn’t be able to at least be a little bit silly because of how good you make him feel everytime.

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

• In my opinion, I don’t think he’s that well trimmed at all, but he doesn’t let it get wild though so he cuts the hairs every once in a little while.

• And, he also genuinely doesn’t mind what you have down there either, you won’t ever hear him judging you for it at all.

• But, if you ever wanted to tell him to take better care of himself, he’ll definitely listen to you if it makes you feel comfortable enough.

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

• 1x is not good at expressing himself with words much, but even though he doesn’t do well with that, he is amazing at being able to show how much he adores you though his actions.

• And sex is one of the ways he’s able to express intimacy with you, be close to you.

• He loves being able to touch skin with you in anyway, it’s like he wants to mold into you to become one, and he’s so cuddly towards you during and after sex.

J = Jealousy, do they get jealous easily?

• 1x is more possessive than jealous per say, he wishes he didn’t get so possessive over you because he knows he can trust you but it’s rooted deeply because of people betraying him, and he’s mostly scared of you leaving/betraying him to (which you would never!).

• He will never share you with anyone else, not in any lifetime.

• When he gets possessive, it’s usually when someone else is stealing your attention, and who he deems as a threat to your relationship. he’ll most likely drag them somewhere without you noticing and killing them off.

• In a result, this usually ends up with him fucking your brains out to the point where you can only whimper and scream his name.

• And he places marks all over your body, just to give people a small reminder of who you belong to. It gives him a huge power boost.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

• 1x is the type of person who really, REALLY enjoys anything that’s rough and hard, where he’s able to pound himself into you wildly that you won’t be able to walk for the next week.

• He LOVES degrading you during sex, but after it’s over he makes sure to comfort you and praise you after, because he does still care about your mental health overall

• He also enjoys being praised, I feel like it really makes him feel more loved, and he’s able to feel safe and not be on guard all the time, being able to let go and enjoy.

• He gets a huge ego boost whenever he’s able to make you cry from overstimulation, begging him to slow down. It makes him feel so good because he can feel like he’s in charge.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

• Usually, he likes to do it in private, like in the bedroom or in the living room… WITH the curtains closed, he doesn’t want anyone else to hear your heavenly noises that come out of you’re mouth, those are only for him.

• But, if it’s in public he would like it if it was semi-public, like doing it in the closet or someone’s bedroom, he gets excited whenever he thinks of the fact that someone may come in on the both of you doing it.

• But in the end, it’s where you and him feel more comfortable doing it after all.

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

• For 1x what gets him going is you, just yourself being you, especially if your the one flirting and getting him all riled up.

• He doesn’t have a huge sex drive, but when it comes to you it can be really high, you just have to tease him, just do anything to get him going.

• You can even just wear his clothes and he’d get a hard on, and if your on his lap he can easily manhandle you just where he wants you.

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

• 1x doesn’t have any limits when it comes to you, but to name a few he doesn’t like hurting you in any way, shape or form.

• But, as long as your comfortable he’ll try anything you want as long as you consult with him.

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

• He enjoys receiving more than giving… not that he doesn’t wanna give you oral it’s just because he’s not that good at it at the very beginning

• You would have to guide him how to eat you out/or suck you off… And that will take a bit of time and practice.

• But once he gets used to it he’s a champion at it! And he will never stop until your legs are shaking.

• When he is receiving, you make him feel like he’s somewhere dreamy, where he can lose himself in you.

• You are able to make him feel so good, he tugs at your hair as he watched you go down on him, it is truly a beautiful sight before his eyes to see you on your knees for him.

• He may thrust into your throat after a little bit if he’s getting frustrated, he can’t help it when your giving him head!

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

• In my opinion, he’s really fast and rough, he’s able to get his frustrations out on you, and the man genuinely needs some relief from all the problems he’s carrying.

• But, if he’s feeling up to it he’ll go slow, enough to rile you up and beg him to go faster.

• It’s not just for your own enjoyment but his as well, focusing on you is just part of the process.

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

• If it’s really urgent, as in like you riled him up to much, then yes, he will do a quickie with you even though he doesn’t really like them much.

• He likes taking his time with you at home, not where your in a rush, so quickies will only happen if it’s urgent for the both of you.

• And if it’s in public, he’s gonna have to find a private or semi-private area for you and him. To get off quickly, he does not need to be caught by anyone.

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

• 1x for sure likes trying out new things that’s no lie.

• And yet again, he will do anything that your comfortable with so the experience is good for the both of you.

• When you try new things with him to experiment, it makes him feel happy inside to know that you trust him and your safe with him.

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

• He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, so it’ll usually take him at least 2-3 rounds for him to be done, he gets overstimulated fast if the rounds go for more than his limit.

• And during these rounds, he lasts a little longer than most to finish, as he seems like the type of person to enjoy dragging it out.

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

• Not before you came into the picture, if he had to get off he would just use his hand, he never owned any toys.

• But, if you decide to get some toys for yourself, including for him he would really mind, but toys do not make him feel good, you make him feel good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• 1x is more of the tease than you are. He enjoys to see you get riled up and turn into a mess in front of him.

• Hearing you beg for him has such an intense turn on for him.

• He loves to tease you where his fingers brush over your underwear where you need him most but he won’t give you exactly what you want.

• Seeing your body squirm and trying to get him to where you exactly need him makes him chuckle a little and thinks it is the most cutest thing ever.

• Generally, he just adores teasing you, he loves your reactions.

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

• He’s not exactly the loudest person per say, but he has the volume in him.

• He knows exactly how you react whenever he groans or grunts in your ear.

• But the better ones is where your able to get him to moan or whimper.

• And usually, he’s not too quiet he never shuts up ever, even if it’s not during sex he’s just a huge talker and loves to hear himself talk.

• He has a list of pet names for you, and knows how you react to each one of them, he uses them to dirty talk in your ear just to see you blush.

• 1x loves hearing you, your moans and whimpers are always pushing him to the edge of his end.

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

• 1x is surprisingly very easy to get noises out of him, you just have to please him really good, or tease him and your able to get noises you thought you would most likely never hear in your lifetime, and you’ll be able to get him submissive for you.

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

• 1x is definitely bigger than average down there

• He has more girth than length though, but he’s still big and long.

• You’ll also be able to point out some veins whenever his sick is hard, he definitely has big dick energy.

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

• Again, his sex drive is not that high, but since he has a list of penh up emotions like frustration that’s where his sex drive goes through the roof.

• And he’s able to let go because he’s with you and your able to make him feel like his life is not difficult and not all things are truly bad.

• 1x will always be yearning for his partner on any way, even if it’s just though cuddles, he’s secretly a simp and a fool for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• If your in his or your own bed it’s always very tempting for you both to fall asleep, especially for 1x since he’s the person who usually just sleeps after sex.

• If you guys had a longer session you’d both be too exhausted to do any aftercare until you both gotten your sleep

• 1x loves the cuddles after sex, being in your arms is so comforting after everything, and he loves hearing sweet words being whispered into his ear from you.

• And he thinks to himself that he has the most precious thing ever (you), and he’s able to be happy again.

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