#it feels nice and intimate to clean a space that feels like yours though

[loveroffemmes]

jackie taylor nsfw alphabet pls pretty girl- 🤠

Jackie Taylor NSFT Headcanons/Alphabet

warning: sexual, pretty subby jackie, some light cnc (sleep)

a/n: i think i wanna do these for the rest of the yj too if y’all wanna read that (i also think that the other yj would be way freakier than my girl jackie LOL). also, i absolutely adore the pet name, anon!! <33

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

Jackie is unbelievably cuddly afterwards, she loves having your arms wrapped around her and she always flings an arm and leg over you. Literally taking up the most space on the bed as possible. She’s also so whiney and sensitive, if your thigh or hand accidentally brushes on her, she’s whimpering in a second. She also makes sure to tell you how good of a job you did afterwards and always follows it with a, “You’re so hot.” 

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

Jackie loves arms. She loves leaving bite marks and lipstick stains all along her lover’s arms. She likes a nice set of legs too and even though she won’t admit it, it’s hard for her to pry her eyes off of your cleavage. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Jackie loves tasting herself. Her favorite thing is when you make her suck the juices off of your fingers. She also loves tasting you; she was in absolute shock the first time she made you finish and tasted you, remarking for days later how sweet you tasted. 

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

Jackie loves getting off to your voice. She loves when you call her late at night to talk and your voice is all raspy and sleepy. She bites down on something and listens to you ramble as she gets off. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jackie is somewhat experienced. She definitely has some things she has to figure out, especially when it comes to women. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary or cowgirl. Missionary, because she likes being able to wrap her arms around your neck and pull you flush against her body. Cowgirl, because she likes the feeling of rolling her hips on the strap-on and she loves putting on a show for you. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jackie’s pretty serious, but she’s usually pretty giggly before and after. If she notices you aren’t as relaxed as she’d like, she makes some cutesy pillow talk. 

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

I would say Jackie’s usually clean shaven or trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Jackie is loving, she’s nonstop telling you how pretty you are and how much she loves you. Her heart is unbelievably full from getting to do anything intimate with you and it shows. When it’s a chill night in; she takes her time to undress you, to really take in all of you. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jackie uses her pillow most of the time. She loves humping it to get off — even better if she listens to you instruct her or talk to her while she humps it. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise, Jackie gets wet at simply being called pretty. She also loves sometimes being a little rougher and getting her hair pulled or being lightly choked. She also likes spanking, but that’s something that she would not admit until way later into a relationship. She also loves being used in her sleepy, waking up and being fucked is a need for her.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Jackie’s pretty simple, she prefers a comfy bed, but she can’t help but also enjoy the public-ness of a car or in a random closet/room at a party. 

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

Jackie wishes she wasn’t as easy as she was, but anything you do will get her going at least a little bit. What really does it for her is possessive touches; she loves when your hands linger on her hips or her waist or her ass. She also loves seeing your clothes ride up just a little bit — instantly wet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jackie wouldn’t really be interested in hitting her partners in bed. It would make her feel too guilty. 

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

Jackie prefers receiving, but she does do both. She’s not as good at giving, but she becomes so determined that she improves over time. She loves when you pull on her hair while she goes down on you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Jackie is pretty fast, but tries to be as gentle as possible. She gets incredibly eager to either get you or herself off and can’t help but pick up the pace, but she always makes sure not to hurt you. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jackie loves the idea of quickies. She loves a quick locker room fuck, IN THEORY, but then she stumbles out on the field and it’s like her legs barely work and that’s how most of her quickies go. However, a quickie at a party is the exception to this rule and she will pull you into a random room at every. single. party. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jackie does like the occasional risk, but nothing too crazy since she gets way too loud and she does have a reputation to uphold. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jackie wishes she could go even more, but the reality is that she usually taps out after two rounds. She likes getting off at least more than once. Jackie typically lasts a normal amount of time the first round, but she finishes way too quick if there’s a second or third round. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Jackie has a pink strap-on. She usually likes you to use them on her rather than her using them. She also owns a rabbit vibrator (get it). She prefers using you to get off rather than a toy though. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jackie’s usually way too needy to tease you, but when she felt like it, she would drag it on for as long as she possibly could. She loved to see you begging to touch her. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jackie is vocal. She whimpers, she whines, and she gets so unbelievably loud when she comes. She loves saying your name a million times over. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jackie loves sleepy sex. She loves when she’s all tired and you eat her out. She also is a big fan of restraints, loving the feeling of being used. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

We all know what’s inside someone’s pants. 

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

Jackie’s sex drive is insanely high; one kiss and she’s squeezing her thighs together. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jackie knocks out in an instant. She’ll sleepily mumble something about how pretty you are and then she’s usually lightly snoring (which she denies that she does). Her limbs are all over you, hogging your space and blankets.  

Masterlist

[son-of-avraham]

Me at one of the shul members: This is my shul bubbe. There are many like her but this one is mine

[4nicolas]

satoru thinks he likes the moments after sex with you more than the actual sex itself.

I mean, don’t get him wrong he absolutely loved when the two of you fucked but there just something about the intimacy of the afterglow.

whether satoru was collapsed on top of you or you were collapsed on top of him it felt great. the warmth of your bodies combined made you feel even better.

the two of you coming down from your highs and simply enjoying one another’s presence was another kind of bliss.

he couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted nothing more than to keep you in bed all day; cuddling or being intimate he didn’t care. as long as it contained both your bodies pressed together.

although you were both sticky and sweaty you still felt incredibly comfortable. laying in your own fluids is gross, yeah, but with satoru none of that mattered.

even when the two of you were intertwined satoru still needed more, he needed his arms around you and his legs tangled with yours. he just needed you as close as possible.

your presence alone made him tremendously happy, having your physical touch was just an added bonus, he feels like the happiest man alive when you give him something as simple as a hug. so obviously cuddling was his favorite pastime.

the two of you breathing heavily, not speaking but all the words you wanted to get out being said. your love and adoration was already communicated through the past moments and laying in a comfortable silence was just the cherry on top.

satoru liked to trace little shapes on your skin, his fingers lulling you into a trance, he tried not to let you fall asleep though, he needed his precious lover to keep him company.

if you did find yourself falling asleep satoru would mumble your name or gently scratch your scalp, though if you were genuinely exhausted he would let you sleep.

when you did end up falling asleep he would try and maneuver the both of you under the covers, the added layer keeping you cozy, and being in satorus arms even more so.

other times satoru would try and coax you into taking a quick shower or bath, especially if you both went a bit rougher. all he wanted was the make you feel safe and comfortable and he would always try his hardest to do so.

sometimes the showers consist of satoru lazily holding you against his or vice versa, simply basking in the warm water and each others bodies. did satoru ever mention he loved being close to you?

he does tell you that, a lot actually. but if he didn’t he most definitely would make up by showing it. sometimes when you two take a bath together he’ll let you lay against him, gently massing your shoulders or arms after a long day.

he’ll give you space treatment if you really wanted, anything for you, just say it and he’ll get it.

one part he didn’t like was having to bother or move you so he could wash the sheets, which leads to him not cleaning them just to keep you comfy.

sometimes he would have you sit in the warm tub while he washed the blankets and took care of everything. he wanted to make sure you came back to a clean and fresh pair of covers.

he gave you royal treatment and he knows what that means because he was treated like a king his whole life. though he definitely did much better than that, he gave you all the love and attention you could need tenfold.

when all was said and done the two of you normally got cuddled up under the freshly washed blankets of your shared (king sized) bed, after having taken a nice hot shower or bath of course.

the two of you would hold each other close the entirety of the night, not letting go for a second, and you better hope you don’t have to pee in the middle of the night because you’re not getting out his grasp.

all in all during intimacy and the aftermath and he would take care of you the best he could. after all your the only person whose ever made him feel this way before. it was weird to care so much about one person, he didn’t know how to feel.

he tries his best and will continue to for as long as you two live (yes live, because you’re not breaking up ever.) satoru will do anything and everything for you because he loves you.

he loves you more than anything in the world and couldn’t imagine life without you, so for the rest of his life he will do everything in his power to appeal to you.

of course you tell him he doesn’t need to do all of that but he insists and who are you to say to the satoru gojo?

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not proof read, im tired and it’s 3am! :P

[domm1etae]

hybrid biology

f!reader x yunho x san x jongho

smut | mdni

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Y/N adopts three hybrids—Jongho (a bear), San (a cat), and Yunho (a dog). One night, they request to suck on her breasts to help them sleep, citing their hybrid biology. Though surprised, Y/N agrees, leading to an intense and intimate encounter that ends in smut with all three hybrids

nsfw tags under

f/m/m/m, 3some, hybrids, oral fixation, breast sucking, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, vaginal sex, soft dom, handjob, oral sex, penetration, praise kink, dirty talk, aftercare, begging, deep throat, hair pulling and moooore

When you woke up that morning with the simple intention to adopt a hybrid, you had no idea you'd leave the shelter with three—Jongho, the brown bear, San, the black cat, and Yunho, the golden retriever. Initially, you had imagined adopting just one companion, someone to keep you company, but the moment you met these three, something just clicked.

Jongho had stood stoically by the shelter gate, his brown fur gleaming in the sunlight as his eyes scanned you with quiet curiosity. He hadn’t been overly affectionate or eager to please like the others, but something about his calm presence grounded you. The caretaker had warned you that bear hybrids were more independent and liked their space, but that didn’t dissuade you.

San, on the other hand, was immediately drawn to you. He had padded over with fluid grace, his tail swishing behind him as he flashed you a grin so full of warmth that it melted your heart instantly. His black ears twitched as he circled you, brushing his shoulder against your legs. "You seem nice," he had purred, glancing up at you with gleaming eyes. "I wouldn’t mind going home with you." That statement was sealed with a playful wink that left your cheeks burning.

And then there was Yunho. The shy, golden retriever hybrid had peeked at you from behind the caretaker's leg, his floppy ears nearly hiding his face as his tail wagged nervously. He barely spoke a word at first, and it took you kneeling down to his level and offering your hand for him to even come forward. When he finally did, though, the way his eyes lit up made it clear he was the one who needed you the most.

Against all logic, you couldn’t choose between them. Somehow, all three fit together, balancing each other’s energies in ways that left you intrigued. They complemented each other’s personalities so well, you figured, why not? So you left the shelter with not one, but three hybrids trailing behind you.

Life with them quickly became a whirlwind of discovery. Each day revealed new facets of their personalities. Jongho preferred to lounge around the house, occasionally grumbling when San’s playful antics got in the way of his naps. His deep, rumbling voice made it clear that he was the one to set the pace in the household. “You don’t always have to be so hyper, you know,” he would murmur from his spot on the couch, barely lifting his head to meet San’s mischievous grin.

San, of course, would simply roll his eyes. "You’re such a grump, Jongho! Loosen up a little. She likes it when we play with her." Then he would dart off, his black tail flicking behind him as he padded toward you, demanding cuddles.

Yunho was always the quiet observer, watching the interactions between his friends with wide, thoughtful eyes. He rarely initiated conversation, but you always felt his presence nearby. Whether you were cooking, cleaning, or simply sitting on the couch, you’d feel the soft brush of his golden fur or hear his gentle footsteps approaching. He never asked for anything, but his proximity said it all—he found comfort in being near you.

The day had been good, long but fulfilling. You had shown the boys to their new room, helping them settle in, and they seemed content with their new surroundings. The bond between the four of you was growing, but you hadn’t realized how much until later that night.

Fatigue began to weigh you down, and after a quick goodnight, you excused yourself to your room. "Alright, guys. I’m heading to bed. You can stay up, but don’t forget to turn off the TV when you’re done," you said, giving them a tired smile.

Jongho gave a slow nod from his spot on the floor, where he lay sprawled out comfortably, while San stretched lazily on the couch, tail flicking lazily. Yunho, as usual, hovered in the background, his ears twitching but saying nothing.

Sleep came easily once you curled up under your blanket. But sometime in the dead of night, a soft knock at your door pulled you from the depths of slumber. Groggily, you sat up, rubbing your eyes as your door creaked open. All three hybrids stood there, framed by the dim light from the hallway. Jongho, as usual, was unreadable, his face betraying nothing but his brown ears twitching slightly. San fidgeted, his tail wrapped around his leg as if he was debating whether or not to speak, while Yunho, poor shy Yunho, was hiding half his face behind his floppy ears.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, voice still thick with sleep.

Jongho said nothing, his eyes glancing away as if he wasn’t quite sure how to approach the topic. San was the first to break the awkward silence. “N-No! Not really, but…” He trailed off, shifting nervously on his feet, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“There’s something we need to tell you,” Yunho finally whispered, his voice barely audible as he stared at the floor.

Your brows furrowed in concern, a pit forming in your stomach. What was going on? Had you done something wrong? Were they unhappy? “What is it?” you asked again, your voice soft but firm, not wanting to pressure them but needing answers.

Silence followed, the weight of it pressing down on you as the boys exchanged awkward glances. Jongho, who normally radiated confidence, was uncharacteristically still. His tail, which usually swayed lazily behind him, had stopped entirely, and his eyes were glued to the ground. He looked like a statue except for his twitching ears. Yunho was practically cowering behind him, and you could see San’s tail swishing nervously.

“Oh my God, just say it,” San finally muttered under his breath, looking frustrated with the stalemate. He took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing slightly as he forced the words out. “We need your help… to fall asleep.”

Your brain stalled for a moment. That was it? You had been expecting something much worse, given how tense the air had felt. “That’s it?” You chuckled softly, relieved that it wasn’t something more serious. “Okay, how can I help?”

But your question seemed to make things worse. Jongho rolled his eyes, and Yunho looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. San, however, continued, his words fumbling awkwardly, “W-We need to…”

“S-Suck on y-your…” Jongho continued, still unable to meet your eyes.

“Your boobs,” San finished, sounding almost bored with the situation, though the flush of his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. His eyes darted away as he scratched behind one ear nervously.

“You what?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Your voice was a higher pitch than normal, and your eyes widened in shock. Surely, they were joking, right?

San’s shoulders slumped as your stunned reaction lingered. He mumbled, “Told you she’d freak out…”

Yunho, who had been silent for most of the interaction, shifted uncomfortably, pulling at his ears out of nervousness. “I knew it,” he muttered softly. “I told you she wouldn’t like it.”

“Wait.” You blinked, finally coming to your senses as they turned to leave the room. Curiosity now mixed with confusion. “Can you explain what you mean?”

The three hybrids exchanged surprised glances, clearly not expecting your willingness to listen. After a moment, Jongho sighed, taking the lead with a straightforward explanation. “Our biology is… different from humans. For some reason, we need to suck on…” he gestured vaguely toward your chest, avoiding eye contact again. “Tits. It helps us sleep. We don’t understand it either, so don’t ask. It’s just how we’re wired.”

The more you listened, the more bizarre it seemed, but part of you couldn’t ignore that it made a strange kind of sense. Jongho had tried to nap several times throughout the day but had seemed restless, tossing and turning. San had been unusually clingy, more than usual, while Yunho… well, he had always hovered, but it seemed more intense lately.

You would have to admit, they were all incredibly attractive, and the thought of being intimate with them sent a shiver down your spine. You weren’t sure if you were ready to be vulnerable with them like this, especially since you hadn’t known them for very long.

Yunho’s soft voice broke the silence again. “You don’t have to do anything. We’ll figure something else out.”

“Sorry to bother—” San started, but you interrupted him, surprising even yourself.

“I’ll do it.”

All three hybrids looked utterly flabbergasted, their eyes wide as they processed what you’d just said.

“Really?” San asked, voice filled with disbelief.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. You had made your decision. “Really.” With a small movement, you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest to them.

For a moment, none of them moved, their eyes locked onto your exposed skin as if they couldn’t believe it. Then, with barely contained excitement, San and Yunho practically shoved each other, both eager to be the first to reach you. Jongho hung back, watching with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

San was the first to touch you, his warm hands cupping your breasts gently, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned in closer. His usually playful demeanor had softened, replaced by a kind of reverence that caught you off guard. "You're really okay with this?" he asked, his voice low, almost uncertain. His fingers brushed across your skin, sending a shiver through you.

You nodded, your breath hitching. "I am. Just… go slow."

San’s lips quirked into a small, relieved smile. “Of course.”

Yunho, who had been lingering in the background, hesitated before moving forward. His eyes were filled with nervousness, but there was something deeper—longing, maybe? He knelt beside you, his large golden ears twitching as he leaned closer. His hand trembled slightly as he touched your other breast, his touch featherlight, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you.

"Is this okay?" Yunho whispered, his eyes darting up to meet yours, wide and innocent.

You gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Yunho. You're doing great."

Jongho, meanwhile, stood back, watching the scene unfold with his arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes flicked between San, Yunho, and you with a hint of something… possessive? You weren’t sure. Finally, with a sigh, he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, leaning in close. His presence, though not as immediate as the other two, was commanding. He didn’t rush to touch you, instead resting his hand on your thigh, waiting patiently.

“Don’t think we’re letting them have all the fun,” Jongho said quietly, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. His thumb rubbed slow circles against your skin, his eyes finally locking with yours.

You felt your pulse quicken at the intensity of his gaze, but before you could respond, San had begun trailing kisses along your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin. “You taste as good as I imagined,” he murmured against your skin, his lips grazing your neck before moving lower.

At the same time, Yunho’s shy demeanor melted into focus as he mirrored San’s movements, his lips brushing your other breast. His breath was shaky as he parted his lips, finally taking your nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth, combined with his soft, hesitant sucks, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

San was a little more confident, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he took it between his lips. His playful nature was still there, but it was tempered with care as he nipped gently, his eyes flicking up to watch your reactions. “Is this good?” he asked, voice husky as he sucked gently, his ears twitching in satisfaction when he heard you moan.

Your back arched slightly, pressing yourself into their mouths as soft moans escaped your lips. The sensation of their mouths on you, one gentle and unsure, the other teasing and confident, had you reeling. You were acutely aware of every touch, every flick of their tongues, and the tension building low in your belly.

Jongho watched, his expression hard to read, but there was an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. He squeezed your thigh lightly, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “You’re doing good. Just relax.” His voice was a soothing contrast to the intensity building between you and the other two hybrids, and you found yourself sinking deeper into the moment.

San pulled away slightly, his lips glistening as he gave a playful tug on your nipple. “You’re so sensitive. I could do this all night,” he purred, nipping gently before sucking again, harder this time.

Yunho, still a little hesitant, began to follow his lead, his mouth moving more confidently now. He sucked gently, then licked, then sucked again, his ears flicking with every little sound you made. He wasn’t as bold as San, but his focus was intense, like he was determined to make you feel good.

Your moans grew louder, your body reacting to their ministrations as your thighs rubbed together, desperate for friction. The pleasure was building steadily, each flick of their tongues sending sparks of electricity through you. Your head tilted back, eyes closing as the sensation overwhelmed you.

Jongho’s hand slid from your thigh up to your waist, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, deliberate circles. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You want more, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and knowing.

You nodded, unable to form words as San’s lips pulled away, a smirk playing on his face as he watched your reaction. “Of course she does,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. He gave your nipple one last playful nip before sitting back, his eyes dark with desire.

Yunho, however, lingered a little longer, his mouth still latched to your breast, his soft golden ears pressed flat against his head as he sucked gently, his focus entirely on you. His hand, which had been resting on your waist, slid down to your stomach, hesitating just above your waistband.

Jongho finally stood, his presence looming as he moved closer, his hand still resting on your waist as he gently pulled Yunho back. “Let’s not overwhelm her all at once,” he said softly, though there was a clear command in his tone. His eyes met yours, dark and intense. “You ready for more?”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. The anticipation had your body trembling, and the way Jongho looked at you made your knees weak. “Yes,” you whispered, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind.

Jongho smiled—a slow, predatory grin—as he guided you to lie back fully on the bed. “Good.”

With careful precision, Jongho climbed onto the bed, his large hands easily lifting your legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself between them. His breath was hot against your thighs as he spread soft kisses along your skin, teasing you, while his fingers lightly traced your inner thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

San, now sitting beside you, chuckled as he watched. “Lucky Jongho. He always gets what he wants,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Yunho, still kneeling by the bed, watched with wide eyes, his expression torn between awe and nervousness. His hands fidgeted in his lap, but he didn’t say anything, his gaze locked onto the scene in front of him.

“Shut up, San,” Jongho grumbled, but his focus remained on you, his lips trailing up to your inner thigh. He pressed a kiss dangerously close to your center, his breath hot and teasing. “You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, as if the sight of you was affecting him as much as it was affecting you.

Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers slide down to your entrance, teasingly brushing against you. “Jongho—” you gasped, your hands instinctively gripping the sheets as the anticipation mounted.

Without another word, Jongho’s mouth descended onto you, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe over your slit before settling on your clit. The shock of pleasure that shot through you made you cry out, your back arching off the bed as his tongue worked circles over your sensitive flesh.

San smirked, his fingers reaching out to gently tug at one of your nipples, earning a whimper from you. “Looks like someone’s enjoying herself,” he teased, his voice low and husky. His eyes gleamed with amusement, but there was an unmistakable hunger in them.

Yunho, quiet as always, watched intently, his eyes wide with awe as he took in the sight of you writhing under Jongho’s ministrations. His lips parted slightly, and for the first time, you noticed the bulge straining against his pants. He shifted uncomfortably but didn’t say a word.

Jongho, meanwhile, had no intention of stopping. His tongue flicked expertly over your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. His fingers slid inside you easily, curling in just the right way that had you gasping, your hands flying to his hair as you pulled him closer.

“I-I’m close,” you gasped, your body trembling as you felt the climax building inside you, threatening to snap at any moment.

But just as you reached the peak of your pleasure, Jongho pulled away, his mouth and fingers leaving you empty and aching. You let out a desperate whine, your body shaking with need. “No, please—” you begged, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as the denial of release hit you like a freight train.

Jongho smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched your desperate reaction. “Not yet,” he said simply, his voice thick with lust. “We’re not done with you.”

Behind him, San and Yunho were already moving. San had stripped off his shirt, revealing his lean, muscular torso, his cat ears twitching in excitement. “On your knees, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with seduction as he guided you up onto all fours. “Time to give you what you really want.” San’s hands were firm yet gentle as he guided you onto your hands and knees, his movements deliberate and slow. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he positioned himself in front of you, his eyes dark and filled with anticipation. His cock stood hard and ready, twitching slightly as he stroked himself a few times while watching you.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for us, aren’t you?” San purred, his voice smooth and teasing. His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core, your body reacting to his authoritative tone.

Behind you, Yunho’s presence was quieter, but just as intense. His hands trembled slightly as he moved into position, his soft golden retriever ears drooping as he knelt behind you. There was a noticeable tension in him—nervousness mixed with an overwhelming desire to please. His hand rested on your hip, his touch featherlight.

San gripped the back of your head gently, his thumb stroking your cheek as he positioned his cock near your mouth. “Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding.

You did as he asked, parting your lips and allowing San to slide his length into your mouth. He let out a groan as he pushed deeper, his hand threading through your hair to guide you at a steady pace. His cock filled your mouth, the weight of him heavy on your tongue as you sucked, your cheeks hollowing as you tried to take him deeper.

“Good girl,” San moaned, his hips starting to move in slow, shallow thrusts. He didn’t push too hard, letting you adjust to him at your own pace, but the satisfied growl that escaped him let you know he was enjoying every second.

Yunho, still behind you, hesitated for a moment longer. His large, warm hands slid from your hips down to your thighs, his touch shaky but reverent. “I-I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of San’s soft groans.

You moaned around San’s cock, your body trembling in anticipation of Yunho’s next move. His hand guided the tip of his length to your entrance, his breath shaky as he slowly, carefully pushed inside you. The stretch was delicious, and you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of being filled by him. He was gentle, almost too gentle, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he buried himself to the hilt.

Yunho let out a soft gasp, his forehead resting against your back for a moment as he adjusted to the sensation of being inside you. “You feel… so good,” he mumbled, his voice tinged with awe and disbelief.

The combination of San’s cock in your mouth and Yunho’s inside you was overwhelming in the best way possible. You tried to focus on sucking San, your tongue swirling around his length as he moved in and out of your mouth, but the way Yunho was slowly thrusting into you made it hard to concentrate. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, building steadily with each movement.

San’s grip on your hair tightened slightly as he thrust deeper, his pace picking up as he got more comfortable. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal. “You look so good with your mouth full of me.”

Behind you, Yunho was picking up his pace too, his nervousness fading as he got lost in the pleasure of being inside you. His thrusts were slow but deep, each one hitting just the right spot, making you moan around San’s cock. Your body trembled, caught between the pleasure of being taken from both ends.

Jongho, who had been watching from the side with a hungry, possessive gaze, finally moved forward. His presence was commanding, his dark eyes locked on you as he stood beside the bed, stroking himself slowly. He hadn’t touched you yet, but the way his gaze roamed over your body made you shiver with anticipation.

“You’re taking them so well,” Jongho rumbled, his voice low and rough. His eyes flicked to San, then Yunho, before settling back on you. “But you’re not finished yet.”

San groaned, his hips thrusting faster as he neared his peak. His fingers dug into your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth harder. “Shit, you’re amazing,” he gasped, his breath ragged as he felt himself getting closer to release.

Yunho’s thrusts grew more frantic behind you, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he lost himself in the feeling of being buried inside you. He was quiet, but the way his breath hitched and the soft gasps that escaped him let you know he was just as close to the edge.

You moaned around San’s cock, your body trembling as the pleasure built up inside you, threatening to overwhelm you. The sensation of Yunho thrusting into you, combined with San’s cock filling your mouth, had you teetering on the edge of release.

“I-I’m close,” Yunho whispered, his voice trembling with the effort to hold back.

San was right there with him, his hips stuttering as he thrust deep into your mouth one last time, groaning loudly as he came. His release spilled down your throat, and you swallowed it eagerly, moaning around him as your own orgasm built to its peak.

Yunho’s grip on your hips tightened as he thrust into you one last time, a soft cry escaping his lips as he came, filling you with his warmth. The feeling of him releasing inside you, combined with San’s release in your mouth, was enough to push you over the edge. You moaned loudly, your body trembling as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving you breathless and spent.

San pulled out of your mouth with a satisfied groan, his thumb brushing over your lips as he smirked down at you. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

Yunho, still behind you, pulled out slowly, his hands shaking slightly as he sat back on his heels, his face flushed with both arousal and embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he mumbled, his golden ears drooping slightly.

You shook your head, still catching your breath. “No, Yunho… you were perfect.”

Jongho, who had been watching the entire time, finally moved forward, his expression dark and hungry as he climbed onto the bed. “Now it’s my turn,” he growled, his large hands gripping your waist as he positioned himself behind you.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Jongho thrust into you, his cock filling you completely in one swift motion. You cried out, your body jolting from the force of his thrust. He was rougher than Yunho, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he pounded into you with a relentless rhythm.

“God, you’re so tight,” Jongho groaned, his voice deep and guttural as he buried himself inside you again and again. His thrusts were hard and fast, each one pushing you closer to the edge once more. The sensation of being filled so completely by him was overwhelming, your body trembling with pleasure.

San and Yunho watched, their eyes dark with lust as they sat back, their chests heaving as they recovered from their own releases. San’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, while Yunho’s face was still flushed with embarrassment, though there was a hint of desire in his gaze as he watched Jongho take you.

Jongho’s thrusts grew more frantic, his breath ragged as he neared his release. His hands gripped your waist so tightly you were sure there would be bruises, but the pleasure he was giving you outweighed any pain. You could feel yourself nearing the edge again, your body shaking as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good,” Jongho growled, his voice rough with lust. His hips slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came, his release spilling inside you. The feeling of him filling you was enough to push you over the edge again, and you cried out, your body trembling as your second orgasm washed over you.

Jongho stayed buried inside you for a moment longer, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Finally, he pulled out slowly, his hands releasing their grip on your waist as he sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face.

You collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, your body trembling from the intensity of everything that had just happened. Your mind was hazy, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you struggled to stay conscious.

San chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Yunho, still flushed and shy, reached out to pull the covers over you, his hands gentle as he tucked you in. “You should rest now. We’ll take care of everything else.”

Jongho lay down beside you, his large body enveloping you as he pulled you into his arms. “Sleep,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing now that the heat of the moment had passed.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Exhaustion overtook you, and before long, you drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and content in the arms of your hybrids.

[14dayswithyou]

This Angel has another question! \o

What's it like taking a bath with RENACTED?

✦゜ANSWERED: Hell on earth T_T he takes up soooo much room and won't give you a moment to yourself dshjgjds /silly

cw: It gets NSFW towards the end!! MDNI!

"Think we need more bubbles?"

When you're met with nothing but silence, you look up from your bubble sculpture to see your partner sporting an all too familiar pout on their face. His tattooed arms were crossed over his bare chest like he wanted to prove a point — and as if to fully emphasize their current disdain; Ren turns his head away the moment you make eye contact.

You couldn't help but let out a puff of laughter at the silliness of it all.

"Why are you pouting?" You nudge their leg with your own. "What's wrong?"

"...Why are you all th'way over there?"

'Over there', being on the opposite side of the tub from your beloved boyfriend. Which... didn't make much sense now that you thought about it, seeing as he was the one who (silently) volunteered to take the side with the faucet and drain, which left you with all the space and legroom your heart could desire. Though... it wasn't much, given how massive of a mountain your partner was. Ren was all long, lanky limbs and thick muscle; but it wasn't exactly evident with all the baggy clothing they often chose to wear.

In an attempt to make your beloved hacker feel better about the (albeit childish) situation, you carefully scoot over so that you were resting against one of their legs instead of the tub. But apparently, Ren still wanted more, as a familiar tattooed arm emerges from the water the moment you draw closer and silently beckons you to join him at his side. When you accept — in what world would you ever say no to him and that trademark frown? — Ren pulls you flush against his chest with a content sigh.

They were acting like the cat who got the cream, no doubt.

You barely have a moment to adjust to your new position before you feel Ren's arms wrap around your waist, and his chin finds its place atop your shoulder. Now, your hacker has the perfect view of you rebuilding your bubble castle once more — only this time, you were right where he wanted you.

"There." Your tone is laced with something mirthful and lively as you lean into his embrace. "Is this better?

"Much."

"Just make sure you don't fall asleep. Elanor told me that it's not safe to do that." You purposefully ignore how their arms tense up at the mention of your coworker. However, you don't miss how they dip further under the water to run along the inside of your thighs instead.

Ren's real name slips from your lips in warning. You knew exactly what he was trying to do right now. Their hands were ghosting dangerously close to your—

"...'M not doing anything."

"Liar, I can feel you— Ah!"

His fingers casually brush past your most sensitive part, and it has you flinging your head back and clutching onto his forearm. From that reaction alone, you can hear Ren let out a curious hum from behind as their hand moves back to your sex once more.

"Just making sure you're all nice 'n clean down there."

"I-I somehow doubt that..."

"Isn't that the point of baths? T'get clean?" He muses, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear. "...Why were you talking to your coworker about taking baths in the first place, anyway?"

One of the rubber frogs you added ('for ambience!' you recall telling your boyfriend) innocently floats past, and you had half a mind to reach out and turn its gaze away from the intimate scene. Ren still had one hand firmly placed around your stomach to keep you steady while the other was shamelessly running up and down your—

"...Think I'm gonna need to do a thorough inspection. Bend over the tub f'me?"

[luveline]

Ok this isn’t Halloween but I would love to see a fic of the first time r spends the night at Aaron’s and she changes into her pj which r these super cute delicate tank and shorts set and Aaron goes crazy!! Like he’s a gentleman obvi (or trying hard to be) but he starts opening my flirting with her and she’s so confused bc usually he’s much more subtle

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

cw adult theme mdni

You don't bother changing in the bathroom. It's not an attempt to come onto him, though you're wondering if he might want that, but a realistic practice. If Aaron wants to be intimate with you tonight he's going to see much more of you than your bra.

He returns from the bathroom as you're pulling down your camisole. It's a simple pair of pyjamas but made of a more expensive fabric, the shorts bordering immodest and the camisole cupping your breasts with enough support that a quick glance in the mirror tells you what you'd wanted to know; you look cute. 

Aaron smiles at you, something unreadable in his expression. His brows lift ever so slightly. "Nice socks." 

"I get cold feet sometimes," you say, pressing your fuzzy heels together. 

"Yeah?" he asks, pushing his hair out of his face. "Me too." 

"What side do you sleep on?" you ask. 

"What side do you sleep on?" he asks back. "Go where you want." 

You pick a random side, too nervous to think about it in depth. The sheets are crisps to the touch and smell freshly laundered, soft against your naked legs. You feel a little like you're playing make believe all cleaned and washed yourself, your heart in your wrist as you squeeze it, watching him flick off the big light and cross the carpeted floor slowly. His room, his entire apartment, is smart but cosy, ambient lamp light and open space. 

"Do you wanna watch TV?" he asks, putting the remote in your lap as he shakes out the sheet and slips in next to you. His body heat is immediately felt. His knee brushes yours as he leans in. "Hold that button down." 

Despite what you'd said about cold feet, you're nervous and he runs warm; by the time you've found something to watch on TV he's sewn his arm through yours and you're practically running a temperature. You have to take your legs back out and lie atop the sheets. 

You pull a knee up. The shorts ease down. 

Aaron sinks into the bed with you, his head just a touch higher than your own. "I'm really happy you're here," he says. 

"I'm happy too," you say, turning your face to his. Nervous, sure, but this is a milestone for your new relationship you're ecstatic to achieve. 

Even if he doesn't have any seductive intention tonight, you're eager to spend the night in his arms. He's older (impossible to ignore), more gentlemanly as a consequence, and during the course of your relationship there have been more important things than sex, like establishing trust with one another, and making sure that your relationship could withstand his constant working. 

"I'm really happy," you say, lifting your chin and fireworks erupt in your chest as he leans down to meet you, kissing you gently. 

"Is this…" His hand trails to the soft of your stomach, pink brushing your thigh where it's hiked. "Your usual nighttime attire?" 

"This is the wanting my boyfriend to like it attire," you confess, because he already knows. Aaron knows everything. He could tell you where you bought them if you gave him long enough.

"Consider them true to form," he says, hand sliding like a heavy, hot weight across your stomach and leaving a worse heat behind. "You look amazing." 

"Yeah?" you ask. 

His lips skin your cheek. He nudges you with his nose to encourage your head back and kisses softly under the line of your jaw, "They're a little small," he says, kissing between whispers, "the shorts." 

"They're not tight," you whisper in turn. 

His hand falls to your thigh, spreading your legs a terrible inch as he tugs at the hem of your shorts. His fingertips dip under them a millimetre as he agrees, "No, they're not. Your top, though…" 

"It was a matching set. I couldn't choose–" 

"Do you have many like it?" he asks, pulling away, meeting your eyes with a charge you've only seen a handful of times. You know exactly what it means, your chest aching with want as his hand comes to rest at the top of your thigh. 

"Sure. Two or three." 

"That won't do." 

You're nervous, but he's your boyfriend. You know more about him than he might think even if you don't know him intimately yet, and his arduousness makes you laugh. He's always been such a gentleman —not many men would ask you to be their girlfriend with a pearl necklace, or invite you to stay the night via text rather than at the end of a date. You'd expected your first time together to be a come up for coffee situation, but he's never propositioned you that way. The text was a sweet surprise, an addition. 

Would you like to stay over after dinner on Friday? Let me know. Can't wait to see you either way. 

No matter what you want, Aaron wants that too. 

You turn into his lap and catch his lips with yours, his hand encroaching on the soft fat of your inner thigh. 

His lips part under yours and you take his face into your hands, a giving in if there ever were one, hoping it says everything you're too shy to admit aloud. No matter how much he clearly likes the shorts, he abandons your thigh and hugs your back to him instead, your chests pressed together until yours is heaving for air. 

"You're usually more subtle than this," you tease, breathless, good-natured. 

"You aren't usually wearing this," he says, his usually smooth voice roughened, "I'm losing my mind." 

"Well, we can't have that." 

He leans back in, laughing against your lips. When his hand works its way under your camisole, you think about where you can get more pyjamas like these ones considering he likes them so badly, but then his hand crawls higher and the thought leaves your mind for the time being. 

[hysterical-honey]

Silco (x Fem! Reader) NSFW Alphabet

Tws//: 18+ ONLY, No beta read, Sexual Headcannons with afab partner in mind, Mentions of Panty theft & BDSM themes, No further warnings.

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

Although somewhat prudent, Silco is a rough lover. As such, his aftercare is meticulous. He ensures you're clean, have water, and have anything else you need. You're absolutely sleeping in his bed, no argument. He may not be overly cuddly or coddling, but he takes some pride in waking up to you the next day. Still somewhat sore and bruised from his treatment of you, though bandaged and soft in the morning light.

Despite my prior statement, he may be inclined to hold or kiss you if you're needy to that degree. Not out of obligation, as he may find it endearing for a short time afterward. He often prefers his own space in sleep; allowing you to rest in his bed is (to him) enough proof of his affection for you.

That said, sometimes Silco himself needs some aftercare. He is an older man, and if he trusts you well enough, he may ask you to fetch him water or help him change the sheets. Of course, he'll only ever ask you if necessary. He may be up in age, but he is nowhere near inept and will not allow you to baby him.

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

His hands, undeniably. He's a man of skill regarding the bedroom and takes immense pride. His fingers are nimble and thin, almost skeletal if it weren't for the faint sense of fat kept in by his well-enough diet. Cigars, Shimmer, and whiskey aren't all he happens to consume, shockingly. Loves to grab, slap, and grope at you, the meat of your body yielding to his flesh and bone. Feeling the squelch of your walls around each digit as he pumps them in and out.

Speaking of which, oral fixation alert!!

Silco adores your mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue. He may often just stick his fingers within your mouth to feel at your molars or how your tongue circles and pokes his rough knuckles. The way your lips wrap or kiss at his face, his cockhead, or inner thighs, my man is obsessed. I have faith that if you managed to brush your teeth against his cock. He may nearly come on the spot.

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

If you are on your knees for him, it may depend on his mood or the location. In his office? You will swallow. In his bedroom? He'll paint your lips and face white, and then you'll clean it from yourself as he instructs you to.

Silco, in the instance of intercourse, is not quite as indecisive. He doesn't typically come inside, preferring to pull out and finish on you or allowing you to get off first and finish him off with your mouth.

The taste of his cum is faintly bitter and salty. Smooth on the tongue and a nice little in-between of thick and watery. Goes down the throat nicely and lingers on your skin rather than dripping off immediately.

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

Call me crazy, but I think Silco might be a panty stealer. Something to remember you bye. In instances when he doesn't have time, or you don't have time, he may turn to your lingering scent and his own tight fist.

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

Silco absolutely knows what he is doing; that said, I don't think he's had a vast amount of sexual partners. In his younger years, I can imagine he had a few fings he kept in rotation or maybe a couple of 'long-term' partners up until what happened at the bridge. After that? I can't imagine he could trust anyone enough to be intimate with them, and if he did, the needs would have been built to such a degree that he couldn't exactly ignore them. It was likely a paid participant that he didn't have much consideration for aside from the bare minimum.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Prone-bone, missionary, Doggy, and cowgirl. He likes to watch you, be close to you, or be in a more significant position to take you as he pleases. His go-to is probably missionary, but Doggy allows him to pull at your hair or palm and smack at your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious now? Are they humorous? etc.)

Silco can find humor in intimacy. A low rumble in his chest if you beg nicely enough for him or a chuckle if you choose to be bratty. Otherwise? He's very serious and rather demanding.

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

I have no idea why, but I have a hunch Silco doesn't grow body hair very well. When he does, it's wispy and dark. It coats his thighs down to his mid-calf. After years of wearing high wool socks, the hair no longer grows. His arms and armpits are somehow hairless. Silcos' chest has a little patch amid his pectorals; it's wispy and wavy. His face is well-maintained, but he probably couldn't grow much of a beard even if he wanted to. His pubic hairs are much the same, a black trail from his navel to his groin. It looks trim, though that's how it grows naturally. He may trim it occasionally if he deems it essential, though my man generally doesn't have time in his routine.

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

It's a mixed bag, even within the same session. Silco can be soft, even somewhat loving, before transitioning into a rough and nearly violent lover on a dime, really.

That said, he can be slow and sensual without biting, scratching, and rutting like some wild beast. If anything, it depends on what you've talked about, if you beg him for more, or if you prefer his pace to be gentle.

When Silco is careful with you, languid, deep thrusts and hushed moans pressed against the flesh of your throat are what you expect. He may even hold your hand, praise you, and say affectionate, dirty things to you—things he'd never be caught dead saying amongst company.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not often, at all. That's why he has you. Silco can go long periods without any form of release. However, he does have a thing for stealing or asking for your panties to keep. When you can't really have your typical rendezvous, he may turn to dirting them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Silco has many kinks and fetishes, some of which I will list and some of which I have/will elaborate on further within other or prior entries. A few more of what I headcanon for him are meant to be subtle rather than blatant, but these are the more 'yeah, he's into that and conscious of it.'

Bondage, Impact play, Spit, Cum marking, Hair pulling Edge play, Orgasm Control Gagging, Voyeurism, Sadomasochism, Wax Play, and Blood play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Typically, in his office or bedroom, I can see his younger self being a little more reckless and open to 'risky places' or semi-public stuff, but Silco has an image to project, and getting caught in such a compromising position could be very poor for him. Not to mention, he likes to take his time with you, and a dank alleyway isn't really fore-play supporting. That being said, his office is semi-public, though he always locks the door.

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

Once again, oral fixation. You're talking within close proximity to him? His watchful eye is entirely focused on your lips if he ever chooses to peek over from whatever he's busy with.

Lingerie. Lacy, delicate, accentuating your best assets. He may very well unwrap you like a precious gift or keep some of it on even while he fucks you.

Did I mention he's a tits kind of guy? Because he very much is. Big and small, he likes to palm at them, and if you're wearing something that gives him a generous look, he will start to feel that particular stew within his groin.

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

Choking for apparent reasons. Never ask Silco to do it or try to do it to him.

Daddy. I firmly think he'd prefer 'sir,' and the sudden use of the word might kill the mood.

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

As much as Silco loves to receive, he has no issue with reciprocation. He does tend to finger you rather than eat you out, prying your mouth open after your climax to ensure you clean his thin digits. If he does eat you out, it's probably while your lips are equally wrapped around his cock.

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

As mentioned in Intimacy, it's a mixed bag. However, his default pace is slow and sensual. He prefers to build up into absolutely fucking you into the silken sheets of his bed. He likes you to take it at your own pace if you ride him.

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

I wouldn't say he's against it, but he genuinely prefers to draw things out, and obviously, a quickie is the antithesis of that. However, a quick kiss and grope or explicit make-out session is a sweet tease for what may very well happen later that night.

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

Silco is an unsurprisingly kinky man, though I do think he may partake in some risky endeavors he may not have thought of before you. He knows what he enjoys, and I believe he'd be somewhat stern in sticking to it.

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

When he was younger, he could probably fuck all night and then some in the morning after. Silco is not young anymore, and as such, he can probably only go twice max in regards to his own orgasm, and then he's out.

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

Silco owns a select few 'toys' and other handy mechanisms for his and his partner's use. Blindfolds, Binds (I like to think he uses his ties teehee), Buttplugs, One dildo, and a Vibrator. All of these are used when he feels like treating you to a special night. Which isn't too often.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Silco likes to tease rather often, be it a little compliment or making you needy, just to pull himself away. Despite his brooding and stern disposition, he can be playful when in the mood.

Sexually speaking, Silco adores hearing you beg and plead for him to stop teasing you—to stop making you wait; it's only when he deems it enough that he actually stops.

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

Silco is a talker who loves to whisper, whine, moan, and groan in your ear or out loud. Sometimes, it's a little played up just to see how you'll react to him spewing filth at you.

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

Silco is a switch. A ruthless top and a definite power bottom. He rarely takes a more 'submissive' role, but sometimes, a man might like to let go and permit another to pull the reins.

Silco fidgets, and how he quells this by smoking his cigars, which also leans a little into his oral fixation.

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

Silco is undoubtedly thin, but not sickly thin. He's lean as if malnourishment in his youth makes retaining fat in his older years a bit of a task. Skin stretches and settles taut above his muscles and bones, leaving him veiny and bumpy in some spaces and toned in others. As stated prior in the Hair section, Silco grows it sparsely. The most you'll find is the patch on his chest and the graying raven trail from his navel to his groin.

Speaking of the groin, Silco is about Six and a half inches long, and the circumference is about five-ish inches. He's thickest at the base of his cock, thinnest at the soft pale carmine-colored head. There's one prominent plum-hued vein that runs along the left underside. His balls—yes, his balls, are the same shade as his cock but with a notable rosy tint. They hang a bit, given his age, rounded and almost plump.

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

Silco is a busy man, not always needy or craving sex. Frankly, he likes to save it for when he needs it. For when things are tense, and he needs something to take that frustration out onto—to distract himself and fall into the throes of heat and carnal exploration. A space he's entirely in control of and a person he's wholly in authority of.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After all is said and done, aftercare and a bit of pillow talk leave him ready to fall asleep nearly immediately.

See also, Slippage [SIlco x Fem! Reader]

[enimsiyobeht]

untitled love letter 01! stargazing edition.

synopsis : minho x amab reader! implied 9th member reader. implied relationship. lovey dovey fluff, small occurrences of kissing, soft & intimate under the stars. wc : ~1k!

It had been your idea, the rooftop.

Long before the sun had even set, you were already planning it in your head—how you'd steal Minho away from the distractions of the world and give him something quiet, something soft. Something that asked nothing of him.

The day had been long. Practice ran late, and even though he’d smiled through it, you saw the drag in his shoulders when he finally slumped into the van. You didn’t ask what was wrong—you just held his hand.

Now the city buzzed quietly beneath you. Not asleep, but distant. Like background noise in a movie scene that wasn’t about the world, but about two people choosing to forget it for a while.

You’d laid out blankets earlier—tucked behind the air conditioning unit on the rooftop, soft and clean and thick enough to hold the chill of the concrete at bay. Fairy lights, battery-powered, glowed low in a mason jar beside you, the only light apart from the stars.

When the door finally creaked open, you didn’t need to turn to know it was him. His steps were always careful but confident, soft but deliberate. When you did glance over, you saw that he’d changed—hoodie, joggers, the way he looked when he finally let himself unwind.

“You really did it,” Minho murmured, a little smile tugging at his lips. “I thought you were joking.”

You patted the space beside you. “I don’t joke about stars.”

He walked over, crouched, then flopped down next to you with a satisfied groan. “God, that feels nice.”

You chuckled. “Tired?”

“So tired,” he admitted, turning to lie flat on his back. “But not too tired for this.”

A small breeze rippled through his hair. You shifted to look at him more directly. His profile was cast in soft light, eyes reflecting stars you’d never really noticed until now.

“You can come closer,” you said quietly. “If you want.”

Minho didn’t reply with words. He simply rolled toward you, his shoulder brushing yours, the warmth of him sinking into your side like he'd always belonged there. His head found your chest, fitting snugly beneath your chin. You let your arms drape around him naturally, your hands resting on his back like that’s where they were always meant to be.

The silence stretched. Not awkward, just full. A comfortable kind of quiet, heavy with things you didn’t need to say yet.

After a while, you tilted your chin upward. “That cluster there—see how it’s shaped kind of like a hook?”

He followed your gaze, eyes slow to focus.

“Cassiopeia,” he said, surprising you.

“Smartass.”

Minho smirked. “Felix made me watch a documentary on constellations last month. I retain things when they’re pretty.”

You squeezed him gently. “Guess I should feel honored you remember me.”

“You should.”

That earned a laugh, but it faded quickly, replaced by something softer as he settled further against you.

“I used to wish on stars,” Minho murmured, so quiet you almost missed it. “Back when I was a kid.”

You glanced down. “What did you wish for?”

He paused. “Stuff like... passing exams. Getting a cat. My elementary friends to stop stealing my headphones.”

You snorted.

“But sometimes,” he added, more hesitantly, “I just wished someone would see me. Not as the quiet one or the snarky one, but... really see me.”

Your chest tightened. You didn’t say anything. Instead, you raised one hand and gently brushed his hair back, tucking a loose strand behind his ear.

“I see you,” you said.

His eyes closed.

“I know,” he whispered.

Minutes passed like that. The world blurred. Even the stars stopped feeling so far away.

“You ever think about what would happen if we just disappeared for a while?” Minho asked suddenly. “Not forever. Just... vanished. No schedules, no cameras, no pressure.”

“All the time,” you said. “You and me, some tiny town by the sea. Grocery runs, sleeping in, learning the sky from scratch.”

He smiled against your chest. “That sounds perfect.”

Your hand found his again, fingers intertwining easily. The wind picked up just enough to make you pull the blanket tighter around you both. You felt the way he melted into you then, his entire frame relaxing as if he'd been waiting for permission to let go.

“Hey,” you said gently, nudging his chin. “Look up.”

He did, tilting his head back.

“There,” you whispered. “That’s the one I named after you.”

He squinted. “That’s literally Aquila.”

“I know. But it’s the brightest thing up there. So it fits.”

Minho rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. “Fine. Then I’m naming that one after you.”

You looked where he pointed. “That’s a satellite.”

“Still counts,” he mimicked with a smirk.

You leaned down, kissed him lightly. Just a brush of lips.

But Minho didn’t let it stay light. His fingers curled into your hoodie, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, not in heat but in something far more dangerous—tenderness. The kind that made your chest ache.

You shifted your weight, guiding him gently onto his back so you could hover above him. The stars framed his face, eyes wide and open and real.

You kissed him again. Slower. Again. Letting it stretch, linger. Every time your lips met, he sighed. A sound of home.

When you pulled back, barely an inch, you whispered, “You good?”

He nodded. “Better than I’ve been in days.”

The rest of the night was a series of soft moments strung together like beads. You ran your hands through his hair. He traced lazy shapes against your spine. You counted shooting stars together and promised they’d still be there next time you came.

Minho spoke quietly, dreamily, about things he wanted one day—gardens, cats, lazy Sunday mornings. You listened like each word was a secret.

Eventually, he grew quiet again. His breath slowed, evened out.

You didn’t move.

You couldn’t.

The stars blinked above. The city below forgot you for a little while.

And in that stillness, with Minho’s heart steady against your own, you wished for nothing. Not because you were afraid the wish wouldn’t come true—but because, for once, you had everything you needed.

Right here.

Under this sky.

a/n : i mean ... i did say i might make a minho fic, this isnt exactly what i was talking about, but a series would work for now 🥐.

[rafeysbangs]

lachesism , rafe cameron ( series ) 11

pairing ; brother's!bsf!rafe x kook!female!reader

content ; mdni !! outerbanks au, eventual smut, angst, violence, underage drinking, family issues, substance abuse, s/a.

summary ; rafe cameron is everything you can’t stand; reckless, infuriating, and too self-assured for his own good. as your brother’s best friend, he’s always been a constant presence, one you’ve done your best to ignore. but the tension between you has always simmered just beneath the surface, sharp and impossible to ignore. you’ve spent years resisting his pull, refusing to give him the satisfaction. but in a world where lines blur and control slips away, you’re forced to face the truth: rafe cameron isn’t so easy to hate after all.

status ; ongoing .ᐟ

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ELEVEN, echoing aftermath

THE SUN ROSE OVER FIGURE EIGHT,

in shades of muted pinks and golds, the kind of dawn that felt too serene for the chaos lurking just out of sight. you lay sprawled across your bed, staring at the ceiling as if it might hold the answers to the thousand questions spinning in your mind. sleep had been elusive, your thoughts knotted up with memories of the night before—his voice, low and rough, the weight of his gaze, the way his touch burned even when it was soft.

what were you doing? what had you done?

you could still feel him, lingering under your skin like a secret you weren't sure you wanted to keep.

your phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling you from your spiralling thoughts. you glanced at it, half-expecting a message from one of your friends, but it was him.

rafe: dinner. tonight. 7.

straight to the point. no question mark, no room for negotiation. you rolled your eyes, but your stomach twisted in that maddening way it always did when he was involved.

y/n: bold of you to assume i'm free.

the reply came almost instantly.

rafe: bold of you to assume i care.

you wanted to throw your phone across the room, but instead, you smiled—something sharp and involuntary. he was insufferable, and yet there you were, already thinking about what you might wear.

the hours ticked by with agonising slowness. you went through the motions of your day, careful not to let anything slip when you were around carter or cora. they'd never understand. how could they? even you barely understood. 

by the time seven rolled around, you were dressed in a slinky black dress that clung to you in all the right places, your makeup understated but sharp, and your hair cascading down your back. you looked every bit the part of the perfect kook daughter, but there was a new edge to your reflection in the mirror—something darker, something strangely familiar.

rafe was waiting outside in his truck, leaning against the side of it with his arms crossed, the picture of careless confidence. his eyes flicked over you as you approached him, and you swore you saw something flicker in his expression—something almost like approval.

"nice dress," he said, his tone bordering on condescending, but the way his gaze lingered told a different story.

"you're late," you shot back, even though you knew he wasn't.

"you're welcome," he replied, opening the passenger door for you with a flourish that felt more mocking than chivalrous.

you rolled your eyes but climbed in, the scent of him—clean, sharp, and faintly earthy—filling the small space.

the restaurant felt like another world entirely. low, golden light spilled over dark wooden tables, the flicker of candles casting shadows that danced along the walls. the air was thick with the scent of rosemary and charred lemon, and somewhere in the background, the faint strum of a guitar threaded through the soft hum of conversation. it was intimate in a way that felt almost too much, like the two of you were walking a tightrope between secrecy and exposure.

you ran your fingers over the edge of the menu, its leather cover smooth under your touch. across from you, rafe sat with the kind of casual confidence that set your teeth on edge. he wasn't even pretending to read the options, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you like he was waiting for you to crack.

"are you going to pick something?" you asked, your voice low, trying to steady the uneven beat of your pulse.

"already know what i want," he replied, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk.

"of course you do." you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't ignore the way his gaze seemed to strip you bare, leaving you feeling exposed and restless.

the waiter appeared then, young and nervous under rafe's sharp stare. you ordered first, your voice clipped but polite, while rafe rattled off his choice without so much as glancing at the menu. you swore he did it just to annoy you, just to prove he didn't need to try.

as the waiter disappeared, you leaned back in her chair, crossing your arms. "do you always have to be such a show off cameron?"

"it's not showing off if it's just how i am," he said smoothly, his tone so casual it made you want to reach across the table and strangle him.

but instead of rising to the bait, you let your gaze wander, taking in the room. couples leaned close, their voices soft, their movements slow. it felt like everyone here was wrapped in some kind of fragile intimacy, a stark contrast to the jagged edge that always seemed to linger between you and rafe.

"you're quiet," he said after a moment, his voice cutting through your thoughts.

"just thinking," you replied, your tone deliberately vague.

"about what?"

you hesitated, the truth too heavy to voice. instead, you shrugged. "nothing important."

his eyes narrowed, and you could feel him watching you, dissecting you, trying to figure out what you weren't telling him. it was unnerving how easily he could read you, how quickly he could get under your skin.

"you've got that look again," he said, leaning forward slightly. "like you're trying to figure out if this is a mistake."

"maybe it is," you shot back, though the words felt hollow even as you said them.

he smirked, but there was something darker in his expression, something that made your stomach twist. "you don't believe that."

before you could respond, their food arrived, the plates set down with a quiet efficiency that felt almost reverent. you glanced at your dish, and for a moment, you focused on the act of eating, on the simple rhythm of knife and fork, anything to distract yourself from the man across the table.

but rafe didn't let up.

"you know," he said, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful, "i never thought i'd see you like this."

"like what?" you asked, not looking up.

"out with me. not pretending to hate me as much as you used to."

you set your fork down carefully, finally meeting his gaze. "who says i'm pretending?"

he laughed then, low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "you don't hate me."

the words hung between the two of you, heavy and undeniable, and you hated how right he was. hated how he always seemed to see the parts of you that you tried so hard to keep hidden.

"you're insufferable," you muttered with a grin, picking up your glass of wine and taking a sip, the bitter warmth spreading through your chest.

"and you're still here," he countered, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that made you want to both slap him and kiss him.

as the meal wore on, the conversation ebbed and flowed, the sharp edges softening just enough to let something else slip through. you talked about nothing and everything, the words circling back to the unspoken truth between the two of you.

"do you ever think about what this looks like?" you asked at one point, your voice quiet, your gaze fixed on the flicker of candlelight between the two of you.

"to who?" he replied, his tone dismissive.

"to anyone. to everyone."

he shrugged, his expression unreadable. "i don't care what they think. do you?"

you hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down. did you?

"i don't know," you admitted finally, the words feeling like a confession.

"you will," he said simply, his confidence maddening but somehow grounding at the same time.

by the time the check arrived, the tension between you had shifted again, the undercurrent of something darker and heavier weaving its way through the quiet moments. rafe paid without a second thought, his movements fluid and self-assured, and as you walked out into the cool night air, you couldn't help but glance at him, your chest tightening.

"this is dangerous," you said softly, almost to yourself.

"everything worth having is," he replied, his voice low and sure, and you believed him.

the drive back was a quiet one, the kind of silence that wasn't empty but full, brimming with unspoken things neither of you wanted to say first. the roads were dark, lined with tall oaks that seemed to fold over the road like a canopy, the occasional flicker of headlights from passing cars illuminating the sharp angles of rafe's face. he looked calm, almost too calm, one hand on the wheel, the other draped over the gearshift.

you sat with your head resting lightly against the window, the cool glass grounding you. the wine from dinner lingered on your tongue, a warm haze in your chest, but it wasn't enough to dull the sharpness of your thoughts. your mind ran in circles, tracing the same paths you'd been avoiding all night.

"you're quiet again," rafe said, breaking the silence without taking his eyes off the road.

"so are you," you replied, your voice softer than you intended.

"i'm always quiet."

you turned to look at him then, her brow arching in disbelief. "that's the biggest lie i've ever heard."

he smirked, but there was no real bite to it. "maybe i just save my words for when they matter."

"and yet you still manage to say so much bullshit."

he chuckled, a low, rough sound that filled the car, and you hated how much you liked it.

the houses of figure eight came into view, their clean lines and manicured lawns sharp against the darkness of the sky. rafe took a turn down a familiar street, the engine humming low, and your chest tightened. you weren't ready for the night to end, but you didn't know exactly what you wanted either.

"you can just drop me off here," you said suddenly, motioning toward the curb near your house.

he glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "scared someone might see us?"

"maybe."

"we've been careful this long. no one's going to notice."

"you don't know that."

he sighed but didn't argue, pulling over as you'd asked. the car idled for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the space between you.

"you really care that much what they'd think?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost curious.

"it's not just them," you admitted, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "it's... everything."

he turned toward you then, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. "you can't keep pretending forever."

"maybe i can," you whispered, though the words felt hollow even as you said them.

he shook his head, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. "you're a terrible liar."

you laughed softly, despite yourself, the sound breaking some of the tension that had been building between the two of you all night.

"goodnight, rafe," you said, reaching for the door handle.

"wait."

his voice stopped you cold, your hand freezing mid-motion. you turned to look at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"come with me," he said, the words low but certain, like he wasn't asking so much as telling you.

"where?"

"just... come with me."

you hesitated, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest. but then you nodded, almost without thinking, and let him take the wheel again.

he didn't say where they were going, and you didn't ask, the quiet between you shifting into something heavier, something electric. the car wound its way through the dark streets with the windows until they were past the edge of town. the houses and lights giving way to open stretches of land and the faint glimmer of water in the distance as the wind whipped through the car, your hair flowing in the wind as your hand traveled against it, out the window freely.

when he finally stopped, you were parked near the marsh, the sky above you vast and endless, the stars reflected in the dark, glassy surface of the water. the air was cool, carrying the faint scent of salt and earth, and you shivered as you stepped out of the car.

"why here?" you asked, your voice low, almost hushed in the quiet.

rafe leaned against the hood of the car, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on you. "i don' know. just felt right."

you joined him, the metal warm against your back as you leaned beside him, the two of you staring out at the stillness of the marsh.

"this feels... weird," you admitted after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper.

"weird how?"

"i don't know. like... like we're not supposed to be here. like this is some kind of dream."

"maybe it is."

you turned to look at him, and for a moment, you couldn't breathe. the way he looked at you, like you were something fragile and dangerous all at once, made your chest ache.

"you make everything so damn complicated," you said, your voice shaking just slightly.

"that's rich, coming from you."

you laughed then, soft and bitter, and the sound hung in the air between the two of you.

"why do you even want this, rafe?" you asked, the question spilling out before you could stop it. "why me?"

he was quiet for a long moment, his gaze fixed on yours, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper.

" 'cause you're the only thing that makes sense to me."

the words hit you like a punch to the chest, leaving you breathless and unsteady. you didn't know what to say, didn't know how to respond, so you didn't. instead, you let the silence settle, the weight of it pressing down on you as the stars shimmered above.

and for the first time, you let yourself believe—if only for a moment—that maybe this wasn't a mistake. that maybe, against all odds, this was exactly where you were supposed to be.

the ride back to your house unfolded like the end of a storm, the quiet crackling with unspoken tension. rafe didn't speak, and neither did you, but the air between the two of you was heavy, charged, as if the night hadn't finished what it started. you sat with your hands folded tightly in your lap, your fingers tracing invisible patterns against your skin, a poor attempt to distract yourself from the lingering weight of rafe's gaze.

when the car rolled to a stop a few houses down from yours, you hesitated, your fingers gripping the door handle. the silence swelled, the words you couldn't say hanging like fragile glass in the air.

rafe broke it first, his voice low and rough. "you gonna look at me, or are you just gonna run off like this didn't happen?"

you turned then, your eyes meeting his in the faint light filtering through the windshield. he looked different, softer in a way that unsettled you. his usual sharp edges felt dulled by the vulnerability you knew he'd never admit to.

"it happened," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "but i'm not sure what this means yet."

his lips quirked into something between a smirk and a frown. "you'll figure it out," he said, leaning closer, his eyes flicking briefly to your lips. "you always do."

he kissed you, slower than before, as if testing something. it was softer, yes, but still filled with that same heady intensity, the same pull that made you forget the world outside this moment. when he pulled away, his lips lingered just a breath away from yours, and you felt the words before he spoke them.

"goodnight, yn."

you didn't trust yourself to reply, so you slipped out of the car with a smile, the night air cool against your flushed skin. you hurried toward the house, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you a distant echo as your thoughts spiralled.

inside, the house was still, the kind of silence that only came with sleeping bodies and unlit rooms. you tiptoed through the hallway, your shoes dangling from her fingers, careful to avoid every creaking floorboard. the air smelled faintly of wood polish and the lavender candle her mother always lit in the evenings. it was too familiar, too quiet after the chaos of the night.

you reached your bedroom door, your hand already on the knob, when a voice came from your left, down the hall.

"where the hell were you."

your heart dropped, fingers freezing against the cool metal. you turned slowly, the hallway spinning slightly as your gaze locked on carter. he stood in the dim light at the end of the corridor, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp and unyielding.

"out," you said, your voice tight, forcing yourself to keep your chin high.

"with who?"

"does it matter?"

"it does when you come sneaking in at midnight looking like..." his voice trailed off, but his meaning was clear. his eyes narrowed, scanning you with a sharpness that made your stomach twist. "don't lie to me. i'm not mom or dad. i know you."

"you don't know anything," you snapped, the words slipping out too fast, too defensive.

but something shifted in his expression then, a crack in his usual composure, and your stomach twisted harder. his gaze sharpened, pinning you in place.

"it's him, isn't it?"

your blood ran cold. "what?"

"don't play dumb." his voice was quieter now, more dangerous. "you think i haven't noticed? the way he looks at you? the way you—" he stopped, his jaw tightening as if the words tasted bitter. "tell me it's not my goddamn best friend."

you didn't answer, couldn't answer, because the truth was written all over your face, in the way your breath hitched, in the way your fingers tightened on the doorknob.

"damn it," he muttered, his voice barely above a growl. "what the fuck are you thinking?"

you opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, your throat closing around the words. you were trapped, caught in the suffocating weight of his glare and the truth you couldn't escape.

carter stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the small pool of light around you. "you're making a mistake," he said, his voice low, steady, but filled with something darker, something heavy. "and if you think i'm just gonna stand by and watch you destroy yourself, you're dead wrong."

you stared at him, your chest tight, pulse thundering in your ears. the door to your room was just inches away, but it felt like miles.

"carter—"

"don't," he snapped, cutting you off. his eyes burned into yours, his voice dropping even lower. "if you won't end it, i will."

your heart stopped. his words hung between them, sharp and unforgiving, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt, the ground beneath her feet unsteady.

and then, without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps heavy against the creaking floorboards, leaving you standing there in the dark, your breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

you didn't move, couldn't move, the weight of his threat pressing down on your chest like an anchor.

the night had begun to unravel, its edges fraying, and for the first time, you weren't sure how to piece it back together.

notes ; PLEASE READDD ! hello again! so sorry i've been gone for so so long but i'm trying to be lots more active now i SWEAR. anyways i think i'm going to redo my taglist bcs of my inactiveness so look out for that updated taglist post!

series taglist ; @anacamofficial @sqfewrd @dreamyy-cloud @vampteeth @wtfisastiles @flvredcas @plaidcowboy @sematarygirls @slut4you @kravitzwhore @daryldixon83 @lexavanhuelee @dorcas4meadowes @i2rapunzel @rafestoothbrush @drewizz @6r4cie @akobx @seehowitshines @rafeswhoooreee @vbstrewbieri @waywarddiplomatfarmmonger-blog @ariivv01 @k4yr14 @luvrcndy @teleishachrisy @importantbeardcupcake @vanessa-rafesgirl @ltristessedureratoujours @cutkoskysnix1 @kennedywxlsh @funnyalpca @eeveelizabethh @burnburritono @marleymarleymarleymarley @katiebby04 @simplymaeee @hoppinbunny @slutglimreqpers ( lachesism taglist )  in order to stay on this taglist you must interact with the posts !

[faulty-writes]

Headcanons for Izuku, Tenya, and Mirio taking a nice, relaxing bath with the reader for the first time? There's just something so domestic and intimate about it!

[ Hello anon. A nice relaxing bath sounds wonderful, sign me up! Not sure who I'd want to take it with though, hah. I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ]

When you suggested taking a bath together, Izuku's face turned red and his hand fisted into his shirt as he tried to blurt out an answer. "I…uh y-you, I t-together um…" He was at a loss for words, but you did not take offense. After all, he was a shy individual.

He agrees after some convincing, and before you can even enter the tub, he ensures that the water temperature is comfortable for both of you before shyly looking away when you begin to remove your clothes. As soon as he enters the bathtub, he becomes shy again despite your efforts to encourage him that everything is alright and that he can look at you.

"Um s-sorry I, uh, d-do you have enough r-room?" He asked, wanting to provide you with enough space as you enjoyed your first bath together. You appreciated his concern but preferred to remain close to him so that the intimate feeling lingered.

"I-is this okay?" he asked, gently stroking your back with his fingers. A content smile adorned your face as you leaned over the bathtub edge, enjoying the well-deserved massage and the faint sound of the water swishing in the tub.

The subtle moments of silence throughout the bath caused him to feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, doing this with you was a pleasant change of pace. There is something so intimate and yet so innocent about it.

Izuku's shyness had worn off toward the end of the bath. There was such a sense of peace and tranquility as he leaned against the back of the tub with his arms wrapped securely around you, even as the water grew colder.

Tenya was initially uncertain about your request. "Forgive me, is this truly appropriate? I understand that intimate moments are expected in romantic relationships. However, are you certain this particular activity is what you wish to participate in?" He did not envision taking a bath with you, but he was willing to participate if you so desired.

As he prepared the bath, he ensured that the water temperature was perfect and that the bath salts he had poured into the bath to aid relaxation and comfort were dissolved properly. Furthermore, he ensured that the towels were properly folded, and placed near the tub so that there were no tripping hazards. In addition, he ensured that the soap and washcloths were readily available.

Considering his manners, it was understandable that he was reluctant to expose his body to you and refused to look at your body until it was hidden under the water. Despite this, he found himself relaxing, at least a little bit, as the soothing hot water surrounded him.

Tenya engaged in conversation despite knowing that this was intended to be an intimate moment since he was not in favor of the silence that lingered between you two. "Is the water temperature to your liking? I can adjust it accordingly if you wish," he desired that this moment be perfect for you.

As he continues to avoid your gaze, he reminds himself that it is inappropriate to stare at your body in such a manner. Nevertheless, he insisted upon washing you and making sure that your neck, back, and arms were clean.

Tenya suggested doing some post-bath stretches and minor exercises after the bath had ended. Although you were not thrilled with this, you were aware that Tenya followed a strict healthy lifestyle that included regular exercise.

The idea of taking a bath together immediately appeals to him. "Wow, I didn't know you wanted to take our relationship to the next level, but it sounds awesome! Heh, let's do it sunshine!" He drags you to the bathroom without delay.

Because of his quirk, he is quite comfortable being naked and has no qualms about removing his clothes before filling the tub. He did this as usual with a smile on his face and a sense of eagerness in his eyes.

"Hah, hah. Got you!" Mirio smiled as he splashed water at you again, seemingly intending to encourage you to engage in a splash war. Even when you were doing something as simple as soaking in the tub together, it was pleasant to have a little fun now and then.

"There you go! Heh, stay still now!" He instructed as he poured water over your head, washing away the shampoo he had just applied. "Now…" He paused and grabbed a washcloth soaked in soap. "Lift your arms!" he commanded enthusiastically, causing the water to swish and drip over the side of the tub.

Even after he had washed your hair and body, you were hesitant to cuddle with him and it didn't take him long to figure that out. Regardless, he would not allow your shyness to stand in his way and instead, wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your wet locks when you least expected it.

Upon noticing that the water was becoming cold, he suggested ending the bath and draining the water before exiting. As you attempted to do the same, he wrapped a towel around you and lifted you into his arms. "Walking back wouldn't make much of a special pampering, would it?" he joked.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Type of men I think MK1 men are; (ft an ooc Shang Tsung.)

Tomas is the type to…hold you after a long, strenuous day.

Or recharging as you jokingly called it while combing your fingers through his silver hair, your form of method as to getting him to relaxing quicker. Too tired to argue against this, Tomas would ignore it by burying his heavy head deep into your neck as his eye lashes brushed gently against your skin, tickling you into laughing with their tender kisses; a sound that Tomas always found heavenly, he smiles softly before drifted off into a peaceful slumber with you following suit.

You looked like two kittens or otters cuddling up to one another…it’s too cute, especially when your foreheads were touching.

Raiden is the type to…stare at you longingly from across the room as though there was no one else beside you and you alone.

The way he would look at you was as though you were the one to pin up the stars against the blackened night sky, it was such a sweet and wholesome look that it was near enough impossible not to feel slightly exposed underneath his adoring gaze. But it was a nice feeling, a warm feeling that didn’t fail to make you smile, it was amazing with how much this man could make you feel some many things with just his gaze alone.

Raiden is also the type to lay his head into your lap, the first time he does, he was a little awkward and stiff but was quick to find himself becoming comfortable in laying upon your lap, feeling as though it was a blessing from the gods that he was able able to be so close to you, getting to admire you and engrave your facial features and imperfections as though he would a masterpiece.

Liu Kang and Kuai Liang are the type to…dedicate themselves to you.

These men would wait on you hand and foot for all eternity if they could but they show their dedication in other ways, whether that be helping you make the bed, breakfast, making you something to drink, help prepare dinner, help clean throughout the house, take care of you while your sick, injured, or even helping you through your rehabilitation but the most importantly and their most favourite task of all; keeping you warm during the cold nights.

They both know that they ran warm, warmer then most men and they know you knew that also. So they would take advantage of this fact and would have you cuddled up against him protectively, softly kissing your forehead before adjusting you into a more comfortable position. Blankets are not required since they’re so fucking warm, but they wouldn’t mind if you one draped over you for even more comfort.

As long as they get to provide for you and keep you safe from all harm, you could get away with asking anything of them -within reason- because after all they’re dedicated to taking care of your every need.

Bi-han is the type to…prefer less occupied spaces over loud, rambunctious ones, especially when he’s spending time with you.

He wishes for all of his attention to be directed towards you but found it near enough impossible when in social situations, where both of your attentions is dragged in every which way, every which way except each other.

So when given the chance to be alone with one another, Bi-Han finds himself able to breath properly and clear his head of all daily distractions to focus on the here and now. You could be taking a walk, neither one of you wanted to ruin the peaceful silence that hung between you two by speaking, and instead take comfort within each other’s presence and how your hands and shoulders would brush against one another.

You were both safe, alive and just being within the others lines of sight was all either of you needed to know that everything was going to be okay.

Bonus character;

Shang Tsung is the type to…know the smallest, most intimate details about yourself. So much so that he might as well have an entire part of his mind dedicated to each and every one of your facets that he was acquainted with.

He knows you inside and out but lives to know more because Shang Tsung is a firm believer in knowledge being power and all that. It’s up to you to decided whether or not it’s for a manipulation tactic on his end. He’s not exactly an trustable character…unless your dream was to have man as foul as him to know your person on a personal level; perhaps it’s in hopes of finding common ground? Or something else entirely.

Shang Tsung is the type to… spoil you rotten.

Speak upon whatever your heart desires and he shall make it become reality tenfold. Nothing was too big or small was much trouble for Shang Tsung. He lives to give you gifts and thrives off of the reactions that you’d give upon receiving them. Not only was it served as a reminder to you that even the things you believed were unobtainable were easily accessible to someone like him, but also a mere showcase of his seemingly endless capabilities.

[athenaluciscaelum]

Pairing:DMC5 Dante x Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3134 word

Warning: unprotected sex, nsfw, talk of marriage

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My Beautiful Bride

Summary: You and Dante have been dating for the longest time. Surprisingly, it was not you who wanted marriage, but Dante.

You and Dante had been dating for quite a while, it's been more than two years now, since you first met, and about 18 months of dating. You still remember the day you met him in the library, and you acted all weird. Later you think to yourself, 'why does it matter? If I was weird, it's not like I might see him again. But you saw him, again and again and again and again. Dante was like a sweet drug that you need in your life. He smiled, people claimed he rarely smiled. But you always saw him smiling and you loved that smile. You swear to yourself this smile is worth everything, and you swear to make him the happiest man, so no matter how hard it gets, nothing will stop you from making this man smile.

You were a little selfish, you wanted him to always smile, yet wishing that if not all, most of those smiles were because of you.

The first time you two decided to get intimate. It took time, not because you didn't crave Dante. You have wanted him since the day you understood he is all you ever wanted...yet you understand this is special, and you wanted nothing in this sacred connection you two shared to be some rushed sex on his desk, or somewhere insignificant.

You wanted it to be special. Dante was on the same page, you were all he ever knew he wanted, but now he needed. It was a soul mate kind of feeling. Though he never believed in one. And he wanted to do everything right. He got clean, got his act together, took jobs which were within his principles but also made money, he even paid attention to making space comfortable for you. All sorts of furniture in your shared bedroom, a bathtub for you, all the little decor you bought for Devil May Cry to make it home. Dante needed this to make a perfect nest for his bride. Bride? Wait. You were not his bride yet, he wanted to do it right with you. And the idea of exchanging vows to be each other. It is a perfect way to show you how much this whole thing means to him.

You both were on the same footing in most things, like the idea of humanity, how important empathy is, the idea of family, etc.

So Dante started planning. He knew he needed the whole crew to get this party started. So he got your ring size with the help of Trish. And also an idea about what sort of jewelry you like and which precious stones. You were in the shopping center with Trish...as you guys strolled around. Trish took you to a jewelry store. You didn't think much of it...just usual shopping... Trish looked at the rings, she spoke in her usual calm voice,"Anything that catches your eye, Y/N." You looked at the display and answered, "yes, this, I think you're a gold kind of girl with yellow Montana sapphire..." Trish nods trying the ring, she spoke composed, "Nice...is this what you like?" You shook your head, "No... I'm more of a platinum kind of girl.... And a ruby in the middle.." Trish raised her eyebrows, "Ruby? Huh?" You blushed, "I don't know, I wanted a red stone in my jewel for long...reminds me of Dante..." Trish smiled, her mission was a success.

Trish and Dante were on a mission. When they reached the agency, you were asleep in the shared bedroom. Dante peaked in and smiled and graced his lips as he saw your pretty sleeping form. He still remembers when he took you to his room to have your first night of intimacy together. Back then, he only had a single bed in his room, you squeezed in with him without complaining, you suggested how it meant you were closer to Dante. He held you throughout the night. He couldn't let his precious angel fall and hurt herself. And soon enough, as he spent more and more nights there, he was quick to buy a king-sized bed. You comfort was his priority. He couldn't give you all the luxury in the world, he think you absolutely deserved it. It's not like you ever complained about trivial materialistic things. But he made sure to give you all he could.

Dante went downstairs, Trish was sitting on the desk... He looked at her, "Soo?" Trish looked up at him from a magazine, "She likes platinum with ruby and I marked some design she liked in this magazine with her ring size above." Dante grinned, "Jackpot! I will ask Morrison to get me in touch with a jeweler..."

Trish smirked, "you're planning to spend a fortune on this...huh?" Dante nodded, "Best for my girl!" Trish let out a small chuckle..." So when you're proposing..." And for the first time, Trish saw Dante nervous... Trish sighed, "You ever asked her about her views on marriage or getting married." Dante was a mess, running fingers through his hair..." Not exactly..."

Trish patted his shoulder as she got ready to leave the agency, "You will figure this out." Dante sighed, sitting on his chair, his feet propped on his desk, looking at the picture of Eva on the desk, "You would have loved her.....she is not perfect, yet she is everything right in my life. A new beginning, right, mom?" Dante smiled to himself and got up to shower. He put on his sweatpants as he walked into the room drying his hair. You were sleeping, but as soon as his heavy body got deposited beside you to dip in the bed, you smiled and turned to look at him sleepy, "there is a handsome devil in my bed, I should call a devil hunter." Dante wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you flushed against his body making you giggle, you were already nuzzling his silver chest hair, you lip softly feeling his skin... Dante let out a sigh of satisfaction, "At your service...and I give discounts to beautiful babes…" He smirked as you laughed, looking up into his icy blue eyes. The room was dark and only moonlight poured in. Dante was a handsome man and this moonlit room only made him more handsome, if it was possible... you touched his cheek, your thumb softly caressing his face, he closed his eyes. You pulled yourself up a little to place soft kisses against his lips, he snaked his arms around your waist, tightening his grip to deepen the kiss, he licked your bottom lip, and you complied, as you opened your lips for his demanding tongue to come in and explore your mouth.You followed his lead. He shifted you carefully without breaking the kiss..he was above you now. He made sure his weight was not directly on you, you were so small compared to him, he wouldn't risk crushing you. You cupped his face and kissed him again and again. As his hand worked the delicate strings that were keeping your night dress tied behind your neck. Dante pulled it and started to pull the dress down, exposing your chest. He was greeted by the sight of your pretty breasts, he groaned. His hand was flat on them, feeling them taking a nipple between his index finger and thumb to squeeze it. you moaned in the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss with a string of saliva attached and lowered his head a bit, both his hands kneading your breasts. He loved how they were perfect in his hands, not small or big, just perfect, made for him. He left a trail of kisses from near your mouth to your jaw line to your neck. Now kisses turn into sucking, enough to leave marks, while sucking turned into little bites, as he trailed down from your neck to your breast. His hand feeling your curves from down the waist, stomach to your hips... keeping you firm and grounded on the mattress. He licked one of your areoles with his tongue flat, the tip of his tongue assaulting your nipple, your fingers in his soft silver hair. You moaned, as he sucked on your nipple...it was torture how good he made you feel, your core throbbing. Yet his hands keep your hip grounded on the mattress, you were flustered, he always knew how to rile you up. You let out a whine, he smirked against your nipple and let it go with a pop. He gave the same treatment to your other nipple. You tried to move your hip up for much-needed contact, but his grip was firm, he pulled up to look at your needy face, caressing your cheek with the back of his finger, "my precious angel, you're so needy..." Your eyes were full of desire, and you let out a whine, "you're such a tease..." Dante chuckled, "C'mon, babe, I just enjoy your needy face, now tell me what you want." You closed your eyes as he pulled down your dress to take it off and spread your legs, starting to rub a finger along your slit through your panties... Dante smiled, "I love your sweet noises."

Dante pressed his forehead against yours as he took off your wet panties and threw them, who knows where? His thick finger. He slid up and down your folds.....and then inserting it in as you were slick and ready, you moaned as he slowly put his middle finger in your throbbing core, he smiled, "your pussy is practically crying for me baby..." You nodded moaning, "love you so much, Dante..." Dante sighed as he kissed your lips with unadulterated love, "And I love you princess." Dante start to drag his finger in and out building up pace and making you comfortable to put second finger in..he was patients and curled his finger in as he reached your familiar spot. He was caressing your spot, making you see starts and knots in your stomach snap...as you came, he dragged his finger in and out slowly to drag out your orgasm...you were a sweaty, panting mess, hair stuck to your forehead. Dante is proud of the beautiful renaissance painting he made of you. As you were collecting yourself, Dante positioned himself between your legs, taking his sweats off, his thick and veiny cock sprung out, leaking pre-cum. Dante was big, but by now, you have got used to it. He knew how to make it all comfortable and you trusted him. He grabbed your calves, your feet on each of his shoulders. Kissing, sucking and biting the inside of your legs and thighs to litter them with his marks, same as he did to your upper body. You were sleepy and gripped onto the pillow above your head, your eyes were so beautiful, glistening, and he wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. You smiled tired, "sleep is winning." Dante pumped his cock and rubbed it against your folds to gather slick, your thighs stained from your last orgasm, Dante groaned, "Don't worry, I will leave you satisfied, and then you will be set free." You laughed but soon, he pushed himself balls deep, his eyes squeezed shut...air knocked out of your lungs as you gasped. Dante stood still cherishing how perfect your pussy felt. No matter how many times he has had you, he will never be satiated enough. He gritted his teeth and started to move, slow and deep...it was all sweet and passionate. You were sleepy, but how can you sleep when the love of your life was balls deep in you...you smiled, eyelids closing yet refusing to fall asleep..."so good... Dante...so good...." Dante picked up his pace and thrusted in and out, but not rough or fast, he wanted to feel you tonight. He will savor you. Dante snapped his hip, wet noises filled the room. He puts down your legs and lets them wrap around his waist...he leans down to entangle his fingers with yours, holding them above your head, and kiss you deeply. As he moves slowly and deep, hitting all the right spots. You came again, this time with no warning. His eyes closed as he nuzzled your face. He loved how you came around his cock, "I'm close, babe, one more for me, together?" You nodded drunk on his cock and sleepy, you were overstimulated by and aching a bit "anything for you..." With few more thrusts of his added with him cupping your face with one hand and his thumb rubbing your clit with another. You both came together. His hot cum filling your pussy, he collapsed on top of you, so satisfied. You were both sweaty and tangled, you held his face against your chest, as he nuzzled it. You softly swept his hair sticking on his forehead... He smiled and pulled out. Your pussy dripping with his and your combined fluid, making the demon inside him crave for more...you shook your head nervously, and he smiled, burying your little form against his big furnace-like body. He chuckled, "It's okay...your no is a no...my angel..." You smiled and felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

The next day, you and Trish were in the office sitting on a couch talking. You both have a curiosity about knowledge, somehow the topic of marriage came and it's technicalities. You were trying to make a comment on how marriage is, in a way no guarantee, unlike what is believed, it was seen as a safety net throughout history or said to be a safety net for women throughout history, when men benefited more out of it. It was by no means a comment on Dante, or your idea of your own life, but a general statement on how it goes with majority, in your mind, you and Dante were special. You made a hypothetical statement, "I mean think Trish. What if Dante and I were to get married? What is even the point? About the legality of it, or even church. It's not like any court or religious authority can hold him to the sanctity of marriage." Trish was shocked and quiet. You didn't understand it and smiled, "What?" You turned around to see Dante, who looked visibly hurt....but quickly tried to mask it with a smile. He grinned, "Hey babe," you stumbled on your words, "H-H-Hey, love, I-I-I-I just want to clear....." Dante laughed to cut you off in the middle, and spoke calmly, "Can we do this later, babe. I'm really missing some strawberry sundae, I'm off to Freddy's..." You were a mess and tried to grab his shoulder, "Let me come...." Your eyes pleading with him. Dante looked away keeping a fake grin, "Aren't you busy with Trish? Keep her company, I don't want to interrupt you ladies."

Dante walked off quickly, as he was away from the agency, he just walked mindlessly, his hand in his coat pocket feeling the ring. He went to his mother's grave before, his way of getting her blessings. He looked up at the sky and thought, 'What an idiot I am. Of course, why will she settle for me? Sooner or later, I always knew she would know what an idiot I am. I should cherish her, as long as she will let me have her.'

You were back at the Devil May Cry agency, but as hours passed by and Dante didn't come back, you went out. Freddy told you Dante never came. Lady didn't know, neither Morrison, nor Nero. You were so worried, you could always recognize his fake smile. You just wanted to cry, what an idiot you were, you should have never said it, even hypothetically. You have to find him and explain this to him, you can't bare the thought of losing him. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound drumming in your ears as you ran to one place Dante would be.

You walked to the lake in the forest, moonlight glowing on it. It was a little place you both found and a secret you two share. You sat beside Dante, sitting near the lake. You wrapped your hands around his arm and put your face on his shoulder. You spoke in a small nervous voice, "Hey..." Dante sighed, "Hey." Your hands cupped his face, "I love you, I didn't mean it that way." Dante chuckled sadly, "yeah....." You wanted to explain it, "Dante...." You were blank. Dante looked at you, "You should find someone better than waste your time on me." You were shocked, hurt and eyes wide, "Dante! How can you say this!? I love you! There is no one else! Nor ever will be!" Dante looked at his reflection in the lake. He hated seeing his reflection, "I always mess up, you're right. Nothing can hold me to sanctity of marriage." Your face showed pain and guilt for making him go through this, "We all mess up, like I did today, it's only human, but we got each other..." You held Dante's hand in yours, taking off his glove, bringing his hand to your face, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. Dante said nothing, you sighed, summoning all courage, your head pressed against his, "nothing can hold you to the sanctity of marriage, no power, except our love. And I dream of the day when I will exchange vows with you. Marriage or no marriage. I am not leaving your side." Dante melted, the word took his breath away. He kissed your lips softly, and you kissed him back .....you pulled away and smiled, looking into his beautiful icy blue eyes, caressing his face. "Let's go back home...." You stood up and dusted your dress, as you turned around, Dante was on one knee with a ring in his gloved hand. Dante spoke, clearing his throat, "Miss Y/N L/N, will you marry me?" You were ecstatic, this was perfect. The forest, lake, moonlight and Dante, you nodded and threw yourself in his arms. You kissed him deeply as he twirled you and slipped a beautiful platinum ring with a ruby on your delicate finger...you smiled, laughed, you were red, you were a flustered mess. Your stomach felt thousands of butterflies, you were trembling from happiness. You can't contain your smile, your legs feel wobbly. Dante picked you up bridal style, "My bride! My beautiful bride!"

You swear you could hear Dante's demon and see it's flash, only making you happier. "My handsome devil..."

Next day, you both visited Eva's grave together. Dante smiled, "She said yes, mom." You smiled, "Thank you for raising a kind and thoughtful man."

Tag: @marshmallows-and-champagne

[ford-pines-lover]

Delicate

Isn't it... Delicate?

Wild that we completed at the same time! Here's Delicate @chillinglyadventurous! This one is so fun :)

Tags: SFW, drinking

Stanford Pines x Reader

This ain't for the best; my reputation’s never been worse so…

“Come on, Poindexter! This is your chance to meet the ladies!”

“Stanley, no, there’s no need for me to go find a ‘lady’ when I have everything I need right here.” Which wasn’t particularly true. Ford would have rather to have someone to share moments with. Either of the platonic or intimate kind. He had always had a sense of loneliness that had set in after coming back from the portal. Ford felt like he wasn’t needed for some big expedition anymore, so what was left? There was no ‘finding the secrets of Gravity Falls;’ there was no ‘end of the world’ anymore that needed saving. Was it time to slow down? No, of course not. He still reveled in his work, his research. But sharing it with someone could be something worthwhile. 

“I know you won’t go out by yourself, and locking yourself in the basement is sad. You don’t even have to meet a lady; you could just sit with me and drink.” Stan gives Ford a defeated look. He hadn’t had his brother in upwards of 40 years (if we don't really count the 30 minutes before the portal incident), and finally he has his chance of being Ford’s wingman. Stan leans against the doorway to Ford’s lab, where there are papers scattered about. 

Ford sighs and gets up from his desk. He doesn’t make any effort to clean up his space. Probably betting on the fact that he will be back sooner rather than later. “Fine, I’ll go with you. No promises though." Secretly, he was hoping to find someone to talk to. Hoping is the key word. 

Stan smiles and walks back up the stairs, getting ready to go out. He was planning to go to a bar, or if they were feeling ballsy, maybe a club? Doubt Ford would be up to that, though. A club is full of lights, people, and loud music. The opposite of the brother he had very narrowly convinced to come with him on this adventure. Although surprising, Stan was optimistic that Ford had agreed. 

A few minutes later, Ford emerges from the basement wearing an outfit similar to what he used to wear in college. Now, since he is 40 years older than college age, he was filling out the clothes quite nicely. It was a pair of khakis, a grey button-up, and a nice sweater vest. It made him look dapper. There was a certain confident glow to the man that is rarely ever seen. 

“Heh, you really clean up nice, don’t ya, Sixer? Tryna impress some ladies?”

“Stop it, Stanley, before I take back my agreeance.” 

Moments later, Stan drives them to the nearest bar. Nothing fancy, but it was a Friday night. There was bound to be many people there. Hopefully someone for Ford to talk to. Ramble about his life that he had lost, or perhaps learn what this new person was like. The idea of human interaction was daunting but exciting. 

They both sat down at the bar, and Stan ordered them both a rum and coke. Just something to start off the evening. It was bustling with people like Ford had imagined. There were groups of people sitting and talking, and there were people that were relatively alone as well. Stan was scanning the room for people to push Ford into talking to. 

“There!” Stan pointed at a lady that had some sort of what seemed to be a fruity drink in her hand. She looked bored, sitting on her phone. 

“Stanley, I can’t just go talk to her,” Ford side-eyed Stan with a hint of embarrassment. 

"Sure, ya can! Just a few more drinks and you’re all set!”

“I—no, I don’t need any more alcohol in my system.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Ford sighed and looked over. “I guess nothing." He got up and walked in your general direction.

“Don’t forget your wallet, Poindexter!” Stan shouted over the music and the chatter of the bar. 

You must like me for me.

Ford sits down across from you. He nervously smiles. “Hi, um, can I sit here with you?”

You give him a confused look, not sure what this older man, silver fox for the matter, would want sitting next to you. He seemed visibly nervous, too.“Um, yeah, sure! Of course!” You fidget with the straw of your drink as he sits down. You were curious about the man sitting by you. This was odd; not usually people decide to talk to you, let alone sit by you, especially at a bar. “I am Y/N” You reach out to shake his hand. He hesitantly took it. You noticed something odd about his hand. You decide not to say anything.

“I am Stanford Pines, but please call me Ford.” He smiles sheepishly. There was something enticing about the man in front of you. It almost seemed like he was full of stories, full of a lifetime, yet he also looked like a brand new man.

“So,” you gave him a curious look, “what’s your deal?” You knew there was something that he was hiding. Men never just come up and talk to you. Unless they want something from you.

Ford looked taken aback by the question. He was for sure not expecting that question. “Excuse me?” 

“Well, I go to this bar often, and no one ever sits by me.” You giggle. “I’ve never seen you here before, so again, what's your deal?” You lean over the table, hands clasped together, under your chin. You smirk at him. Okay, so he doesn’t seem like a creep. Probably isn’t, but you can’t be too careful.

“Well, I am just looking for…” He pauses and thinks about the answer. “Someone to talk to? Human connection perhaps?” 

You give an amused huff at his answer. “Well, I think, Mr. Stanford Pines, that I can give that to you.”

We can’t make any promises; now can we, babe? 

“Actually, it’s Doctor Stanford Pines.” He smiles proudly. There was something in his smile that was faltering, though. His confidence wasn’t sharp.

“Oh ho ho! Mr. Dr. Stanford Pines, eh? Well, for your knowledge, I am also a doctor.” You smirk at him and raise your eyebrow. He laughs and smiles.

“Yes!” He sips his drink, realizing it’s running low. “What kind of doctor are you?”

“The medical kind”

“Yeah? What field exactly?” He studies you as you look off to the side.

“I study gynecology and obstetrics.”

“That’s awesome! I personally study the anomalous beings here in Gravity Falls." He wiggles his fingers to have a “spooky” effect.

“That’s pretty cool, Mr. Dr. Stanford Pines." You give him an honest smile as you notice his now empty drink. 

But you can make me a drink.

You grab his glass and go up to the bar, asking for another drink. You assume he would want a whisky old-fashioned, so you buy him that. You buy yourself another dirty shirley. You return back to the table and hand him his drink.

“Here, I realized your drink was running low, so I bought you a new one.” 

“I—no, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Well, of course I didn't have to. I wanted to. Big difference, smart guy.”

He laughed and sipped on his new drink. “What is this?”

“A whisky old-fashioned.” 

“It’s pretty good.”

“So, what kind of anomalous things are here in this small town?” You asked sincerely. You had lived there for 6 months and hadn’t noticed any “anamolous” beings in this town. You honestly just lived here for the work. Gravity Falls hospital was hiring; it was a small town, and it was in a state with no sales tax. So hell yeah. 

His face lights up when you ask this question. He pulls out a maroon notebook (journal?) that has gold embossed into it. It looked pretty professional, yet also worn out. “You’re lucky I brought one of my old journals.” He looked to the side, almost embarrassed. “I was really hoping someone would ask about my studies.”

“Well, that’s great!” You prop your elbows back on the table to lean over to him. “I would be more than happy to listen to your tales and adventures.”

Another half an hour goes by with you two chattering away. Ford was explaining how there are things that live deep in the woods that are extraordinary, while some things can be seen while taking a walk around town. You honestly had a new curiosity for this town. This town may have been a place of convenience for a job, but now you have made a new friend. 

“Would you ever like to come mystery hunting with me sometime?” Ford asked.

“I would love to!” You beamed, excited that this guy you had just met an hour ago was already wanting to see you again. 

“Hey, Sixer, it seems you’ve hit it off with a lady." Another older man was standing at the edge of the table, giving you a smirk. “Well, it’s time to go; it’s my bedtime.”

Ford looks over to you and sighs. He scribbles on a piece of his journal, rips it out, and hands it to you. “Here’s my number in case you ever do want to come with me on an adventure.” He winks at you and leaves.

Well. You’re never going to forget about him.

[dark-side-blog3]

I feel like if you want to escape the house of lamentation, you have to be REAL careful what method you use.

If you make Leviathan or Asmodeus bored of you— not hate! Just bored, and make them realize they would get more of a reaction from someone else, spending time to show them some prime examples of partners while also showing that when you do try you just can’t compete, and they’re ultimately putting too much effort into a relationship that even if you agree to, you just aren’t going to give them enough… If you bore them, you’ll walk away scot free.

However, boring them won’t work with everyone. Some of them you have to make hate you. Lucifer for example would be able to find contentment in a less than glamorous life with you. So, you need to do your best to just be horrible for his image. Every intimate act is public and you gush over him, lowering your self worth and by extension: his. He can’t be associated with someone who embarrasses him so often when he tries to be nice, in his roundabout way. And you shouldn’t be telling everyone his business!

Mammon is a bit trickier, because he’s got such a tolerance for being bullied, and for cringe, so you can’t embarrass him. But you can nag him on his faults constantly, throw away parts of his hoard with the reasoning that it’s “unsanitary” and trying to “tidy up” his room. Always rat him out to debt collectors, demand he throw away the biohazard’s in his room, discreetly deep clean his car and throw out any trash you find. Don’t be cruel to him, it’ll only make him cling harder despite being unhappy. But make it known that if you are in his space, his things aren’t safe. And he’ll slowly pull away, years at a time. Try to remain friends, knowing full well you won’t be. He’ll find it too weird, given his previous obsession and possessive tendencies to you.

And again: you have to be really, really careful what method you choose. Because if you over or under do it, any of them may just become worse.

For example, it’s best to make Beel feel like you can protect yourself for the most part, and he only needs to step in occasionally. Don’t feed into his delusions, but don’t deny them outright. Let him feel like the best way to help you is to be distant. Because if Beelzebub feels disillusioned with you, you’re not going to have a more obsessed demon.

Beel, if throughly annoyed and no longer enamoured with you, will stop seeing you as this whimsical and cunning human, and will begin to just see you as human. You’re about as special as any other human, about as in need of protection. But that doesn’t change your species. Did those other humans have interests, hobbies, ideology, friends, family, a vision for their life? Maybe. But that never stopped him before.

You were kept alive, like one might keep a pet pig or chicken. And though you can put a ribbon on it, it is what it is in the end. And since you’ve outlived your purpose as anything else: Beelzebub is going to eat you.

[yawujin]

hello pookiebutt hopefully it is a nice lovely day over there 🌞 i was going to request some domestic headcanons with denmark, norway and iceland pleek😇 domestic as in living with them as a couple: how clingy are they, is it comfortable to share a bed with them, what chores do they hate or enjoy, and whatever fun silly extra headcanons you can slap on those blondies! would enjoy dont mind if you include your nsfw headcanons if any feels right to add, its all up to you. thank you in advance and feel free to ignore this if you wouldnt like to write it! sending hugss mwah🌷

thank you for the request 💐 i'm on it!!!

request | domestic living w/ denmark , norway , and iceland

type | domestic , romantic , established relationship , fluff , slight nsfw , gender neutral reader

denmark/matthias køhler ♡

matthias has a slight anxious attachment style. he tries to keep a level head and not ask for reassurance every few minutes though

although when his partner tells them that they love him/glad that they are together, he breathes a silent sigh of relief and holds onto every word

it's pretty comfortable to sleep with matthias. however, on days where he is extremely tired, he'll fall asleep instantly and snore quite loudly. he'll let his partner sleep on his arm the entire night, no matter how numb it becomes!

as for chores and other things to do around the house, matthias loves to organize things in the house just the way he likes them. him and his partner will discuss which decorations would look good, they buy them and decorate accordingly. he usually hates cleaning the bathroom, unless it's a deep cleaning.

matthias has a problem with clothes. sometimes they are just so annoying! during the early mornings and late nights, the dane's partner can get an eyeful of his lean, pale body without all the pesky clothing in the way ;) (sometimes a guy just wants to walk around his space naked #noshame)

norway/lukas bondevik ♡

lukas is super independent while still being doting and thoughtful towards his partner. surprisingly though, he gets slightly more clingy during the winter months...he just wants to hold his partner tight and share body heat

speaking of how independent he is, lukas prefers to sleep seperately. he likes having a space in the house/apartment allll to himself. he is more than okay with having 'sleepovers' where his partner sleeps with him for a night or two <3

surprisingly, lukas hates putting away groceries and doing the laundry. for one, he's lazy and tired after an hour at the grocery store. plain and simple. two, the smell of any detergent, no matter what scent it is, activates his allergies. making him sneeze while he's trying to fold the freshly washed clothes.

since lukas prefers taking morning showers before work, he'll insist his partner joins him. he doesn't like to up the water bill and this is a way to prevent that. lukas and his lover end up having an intimate moment where they kiss, touch and rub all up against each other which leaves them thinking about one another for the rest of the day

iceland/emil steilsson ♡

tries to act like he is not clingy but if his partner asks him if he would like to go with them somewhere, he'll go, no questions asked. he wishes work didn't exist so the both of them could just stay together all the time and spend the whole day in each other's company.

it's really nice sharing a bed with emil, he tends to stay on his side of the bed and it's easy to share the blanket with him. he loves when his partner slides over to his side and cuddles with him until they both fall asleep. the next morning, they'll wake up to platinum blond hair in their face as emil is nestled soundly into their arms

he doesn't mind doing most chores at all! but, if he had to pick; watering his plants would be his most favorite, and vaccuming would be his least. (he hates how loud that machine is)

right before it's time to sleep, emil will be in bed reading a novel or scrolling on his phone. if suddenly he grows bored of doing that, he'll get handsy with his partner, touching parts of their body he knows will provoke them into making him stop by holding him down to the bed...

[verystrxxwberry]

alex, porfi..

nsfw alphabet...

vladimir...

MOONLIGHT LOVERS; NSFW alphabet for Vladimir

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: NSFW alphabet for Vladimir, smut, suggestive, sex, nothing really explicit ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:  just realized you kinda requested it in spanish........ but anyway, everyone here knows english, right? :3 Enjoy it and have a nice monday! I'm sorry for any misspellings as well.

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

It is a sacred ritual where he demonstrates his care with meticulous and deliberate gestures. He treats you as delicately as the flowers in his garden, each movement charged with affection and a kind of ceremony silent. It would be hard for him to say directly how much he loves you, but he will have very thoughtful gestures to express it however he can.

He would make sure you drank water and stayed hydrated, as well as have a blanket nearby so he could keep you warm and comfortable. He will sit next to you and stroke your hair, not invading your space to let you rest unless you are the one looking for it.

His voice is very low and serene, asking you brief phrases about whether you are well or need something, leaving you in control of your body. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state makes him feel very protective: taking care of you after such an intimate moment is an honorable duty, a reflection of responsibility and affection towards you.

When you snuggle against him, he holds you as if you were a precious relic: with all the respect and devotion his rigid heart can offer.

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

His favorite body part of himself is definitely his hair. He brushes it patiently every night, using a wooden brush, with extremely delicacy to not hurt his hair at all; he would also apply special oils or tonics with herbs from his own garden to keep it shiny and healthy. He doesn't really like to have his hair touched except for you, because it is a gesture that calms him down too much to recover easily. He straightens his hair immediately the moment the wind bothers it.

He also likes his hands, they are very elegant and cared, not only his long, thin fingers giving a perfect harmony on his hand but also his cared nails. Presentation and elegance is very important for him.

His favorite body parts of you are definitely your shoulders and neck. Not necessarily in a carnal way, even though it could be, but actually because he considers the exposition of those as an intimate, vulnerable gesture, a sign of trust. During his era, exposing the neck of someone else was truly intimate, and he’d touch your skin as if you were a delicate thing, someone that might break if he is too rough. He’d also caress your collarbones and shoulders. He likes to kiss your neck and drink from it. He finds beauty in the way the shape of your bones draw soft shadows under your skin, how your muscles tense up or relax whenever you move. Sometimes he stares at you from behind when you’re helping him with the garden, seeing how your shoulders move along with your actions. And it is so attractive.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically

Vladimir is very organized and clean, but when he is in such a comfortable environment, he likes to cum both out and in. It makes him feel as if he had marked you, his possessiveness giving him a big sense of pride.

His seed is whitish and barely has taste as he keeps himself perfectly hydrated with the idea of not smelling nor tasting bad.

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

He’s pretty ashamed of having this kind of thoughts and won’t ever be able to confess them, but they are pretty easy to guess. He likes the silly and not at all elegant idea of being forced to submit. He fantasizes with moments where he cannot longer keep the composure, where you make him messy, where you make him dirty, where you are dominant and drag him into the chaos he fears so much. He imagines you pinning him on his bed, not even caring how you mess his hair, seeing you leaning in to mark his neck without his permission or without some sort of protocol. Vladimir wants you to make him moan and lose his dignity. He even wants to be loud and squirm under you.

Those thoughts destroy him inside because it shouldn’t be allowed in him, it is very improper and dirty. But he is hungry to experience one of those things at least once. Only those late nights on his room, when he is alone touching himself, are witnesses of his truly thoughts. He might allow himself to get lost in those thoughts, and he’ll feel guilty later. Yet cleaning the scene is like a way to wipe any proof of his crime.

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

Yes, he had had previous experiences, but not as many as Beliath and Aaron, and not casual either. His experiences were picked carefully with a couple of partners he had during his human years. Since that time, he didn’t have any experience until you appeared in his life. He didn’t develop any interest in anyone because he feared his vampire instincts would make him act wrongly during intimate times.

He knows what he does, yes. He isn’t an ignorant at all and has read, observed and remembers things about this subject. But it’s a new experience for him to do it with you now, since you’d be the first one that sees him so vulnerable after so long. He is scared of losing control, of hurting you by accident, that’s why he is truly careful. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He likes how he can directly look at your eyes, feel every breath coming from you and control the rhythm and intensity with absolute precision. He likes to see you underneath him within reach of his mouth and hands. There are other details he loves about this position: being able to hold your wrists against the pillow, gently but firmly. He can also see every expression coming from you, admiring you as if you were the most precious piece of art he has ever seen. He loves how you submit to each thrust from him. His lips might be busy kissing your lips or neck whenever he feels like.

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

He’s serious by nature, but specially during intimate moments because sex for him ain’t a hobby. He gives the moment an almost ceremonial weight. He ain’t against smiling in front of any unexpected situation, such as a louder moan than usual or accidentally tickling you, or even being a little bit clumsy.

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

Not completely shaved but tries to keep as less hair as possible so it looks clean, like it is there but not in excess. I don’t believe Vladimir is too hairy though. He might take care of the hygiene of his lower area like a part of his private routine, just as he takes care of his flowers.

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

He is pretty intimate and romantic about this. He’s slow and detailed, each movement is made with the intention to last it longer, to not make it lost in rush. He wants you to be comfortable and connected with the situation, aiming to make your mind blank and forget about your worries. Vladimir likes to make eye contact with you during that moment because it makes him feel more human, more alive and present. He might cradle your face and press your foreheads together as you’re about to come, giving small kisses to your cheeks and jaw, as a way of showing his affection and care.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Might deny that he does it, but he does. He is just very ashamed of the thoughts going through his mind as he is at it. He feels guilty and naughty from his thoughts later, but during it… he just enjoys of them as much as possible to ease his needs. I believe he has been so depressed during his vampire years that not even masturbating would help with the stress. It was until he met you that things seemed easier, and now he allowed himself to enjoy of life again, of doing things that made him feel good as a little spoiling.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage. And not with cuffs. He prefers to use the tie of his uniform, wrapping it around your hands right behind your back as he holds your thighs apart, restricting you from touching him.

Marking. There’s anything more prideful than seeing your neck showing that reddish, perfect mark made by his mouth.  Even if he acts ashamed whenever Beliath, Ethan or even Aaron points it out, it is actually a big stroke to his ego.

Worshipping. He loves praising every single inch of your body, but when you decide to be the one praising his? Oh lord, he loses his mind a tiny bit. Not to say that he loses it a way too much. He likes it when you take your time to kiss and admire every single part of him, as if you were healing every wound he holds from his past.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom. His preferred location because its environment, how elegant it all looks, how it reflects his inner self at some point. His bedroom isn’t a random space — here he can relax, he feels safe and he can be himself. He can lower his guard without feeling judged, and that’s what helps him to be more romantic and intimate. Sharing his private space with you is very meaningful for him as well, like a gesture of deep trust.

The garden. Maybe he’s not willing to go that far as to have sex in the garden, but a good making out session is something he cannot deny. Those times in which he has been watching you take care of his flowers with such care that he also wants to take care of you, that he also wants to touch you and admire your beauty as you do with his flowers. He approaches from behind, one hand resting on his walking stick and the other caressing your waist as he pulls you closer. And Vladimir knows how to give breathless kisses, those romantic and deep kisses that make you wonder if he has been practicing during all his years of solitude with the pillow bc wth.

Small living room. The same as in the garden, yet he dares to go a little bit further here. He just blocks the door with the walking stick and takes his time with you, in front of the fire and giving the couch a good use. Those moments in which small kisses between the reading session turn into deep, desperate kisses, until he’s got you grinding on his thigh.

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

Submission. He melts when you naturally submit without him asking, offering yourself to him without fear. The only way to make him feel a direct and intense reaction is through honesty, and that slight hint of shyness when you caress his thigh and murmur “Vlad, I quite need you tonight…” – ah, he is glitching mentally.

Your eyes. Your insistent eyes, shy but firm on him, can be a great way to share your fire with him. Seeing how your eyes request— no, demand more than your words can express always guides him to act. Non-verbal language makes him very weak.

Undressing you. He normally refuses to help you undressing yourself since he feels like it is a pretty intimate act, and a very romantic one. But getting behind you and unzipping your dress, his hands caressing your back as if it was a blank canvas waiting to be filled, or unzipping your pants, getting to caress your hips and thighs as he slides them down. Also pulling up your shirt, revealing your skin as if it was a forbidden sight, but he feels good just from the sight of it. Maybe too good.

Formal language when it’s not needed. The moment you stopped being formal with him, he got used to the informality. But you might playfully call him “sir”, “lord” randomly and that causes him inexplicable feelings on his tummy; a fire going down straight to his lower abdomen.

Your pulse when you get excited. He loves to kiss or touch your neck with his fingers, always searching your pulse point. And he cannot help the light smile on his face when he is just preparing you and your heartbeat is so quick, showing how your body unavoidably reacts to him. He might whisper in your ear “are you liking this so much, sweetheart? Your heart is too quick,” kissing the lobe as he makes some pressure on your neck.

Unexpected touches. Don’t expect him to act normal if he is reading a book, and you suddenly decide to caress his scalp, provoking a shiver to tense every single cell on his body. He might tilt his head back and sigh deeply, letting you caress him like a puppy because that’s what you just turned him into. Or whenever you hug him from behind and your hands wander through his chest, making his system weak.

Marking. I’ve mentioned it before. Marking you is like a way to say that he was with you, that he is the owner of your heart and a possessive way to not let anyone get closer to you than needed.

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

He cannot do anything if there’s a very bright light. Not only because it overwhelms his senses, but because he feels a way too exposed, a way too vulnerable and doesn’t like that at all. He can be vulnerable, but at a certain limit. He prefers candles or the light of the moon itself.

He doesn’t add food to it. You’re his only meal, he doesn’t want to add any fruit or any sweet thing because he doesn’t want to taste anything else than you, or to cover his or your body with any other fluid that aren’t yours.

Golden shower. Vladimir didn’t know about this term at first, but Beliath explained it so easily that he shivered in absolute disgust. He might like to be messy sometimes, but peeing? Seriously?? You pee on the toilet, you don’t use your partner as a toilet.

Uncertainty. The moment he sees you’re doubting, you aren’t really enjoying of it, he immediately stops and doesn’t force it. It’s alright, he can simply cuddle you and show you his love in a more proper manner. 

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

He might enjoy it both ways. He considers that when you are going down on him is a way of worshiping him and absolutely enjoys of every second. The moment you kneel between his legs, he caresses your hair, revealing a side of your face as if it was a sacred area, cradling your face and mumbling “are you really sure about this?” and when he sees you nod, his thumb brushes your bottom lip in a grateful way.

He doesn’t hide his reactions, keeping his head over the pillow and his eyes closed, taking a few seconds to surrender completely. Every time you move your head down, his hand trembles, keeping it on your head without a rush. He tries to contain his sighs, but he barely can. He even whimpers by accident. He might try to make you stop before he comes, since he’ll get pretty sensitive and is ashamed of that… but surprise! The moment you kept going, you receive the most beautiful reactions from him. You might even see his pale face getting a pinkish color for once, which is adorable.

The moment he goes down on you, he feels in paradise. He is meticulous, as if every touch, every kiss and breath were a dangerous instrument that could make him lose you at any second. But he might lose you from pleasure, and he aims to it, using the contrast of his cold tongue on your most sensitive area. He might keep a hand on your waist, sometimes pressing your abdomen to keep you still, as his other hand might be holding your hand or just keeping one of your thighs apart. 

His movements are patient, but almost cruel from how precise they are. He rips whispers of his name from your lips, just motivating him to keep going, sucking with the hunger of a starved man. And just as you reach the orgasm, he makes a path of kisses up from your thighs to your neck, whispering “I’m not done with you yet,” as he keeps your thighs separated.

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

He loves to taste the moment and not rush it, each movement made with an intention. He likes to cause soft moans, slow squirms and shaky gasps rather than loud noises. Plus he likes to feel you taking every inch of him, moving his hips back and forth with precision and gasping whenever your walls milk him a way too good.

When he loses control due to any of your actions, just as biting him to hug him close or even whispering that he can go faster, he might increase the intensity. He might keep the precision, the control of his thrusts, but hungrier, craving more of your insides. He fills your neck and collarbones with slow kisses, in contrast to the speed you’ve made him go in. The hand that was resting on your hip gently now kept you firmly up against his pelvis, allowing him to stroke him with your length constantly. He might chuckle when he sees your surprised reaction, the arc of your back and your whiny sounds, making him purr “isn’t this what you wanted, my love?”

Seeing him smirk so confidently during sex only adds fire to the moment.

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

Honestly, he gets anxious with the thought of having a limit of time to have an intimate encounter, and it makes it difficult for him to enjoy it even a bit. He likes to build the tension, take in every reaction coming from you, and he believes that quickies are quite vulgar as well.

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

He also gets anxious with experimenting as well, but he might agree with some conditions during intimate times. You might offer him a new subject, a new idea and a new experience, which he might resist with a cold or shocked comment. He needs time and some reassurance to know that even if the experimentation goes wrong, nothing would change between you both. 

He might agree to experiment as long it doesn’t involve anything in public. Yes, he might make out with you in his garden, or lock the door in the small living room so you can grind on his thigh, but he wouldn’t like to go so far on those places.

In conclusion, he just needs to feel emotionally confident to experiment.

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

He is quite fragile even if he’s a vampire. Of course, it is superior to most of the humans, since he doesn’t get tired so easily, doesn’t sweat, but is so sensitive that sometimes needs his time to recover from the overwhelming feeling on his lower stomach. He can allow himself to last as much as he can, but he respects your stamina.

When he is in control, he is pretty good at lasting longer without reaching the climax (if you’re the one in control, he’s becoming really sensitive and definitely letting you take the pace of the situation). 

He normally goes for two or three rounds, but with breaks in between, in which he gives you water, soft kisses, praising and caresses to ease your sore body. If you search for him after the first round, he takes it as flattery and a chance to please you once again, which he is truly glad for.

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

No. Do whatever you want in your intimacy, but he doesn’t want a modern thing to be his competence. He overthinks and actually believes that you bought that thing because he doesn’t satisfy you enough. So he doesn’t own, won’t use but won’t forbid you from using or buying any for yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing must be considered an art as a weapon. His teasing is unconscious, and he expresses it through his actions — how he controls your orgasm, how he looks at you with an unreadable expression, how he suddenly mutters “you’re becoming pretty impatient. Request for it and I might reconsider” as he is torturing your insides with his fingers…

He might show a teasing façade when he wants to see a frustrated reaction coming from you. He likes to send you to the limit and suddenly stop to intensify the desire and remind you that at that moment, you must earn the pleasure, and he’ll decide when.

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

He isn’t very loud but each sound coming from him is charged with desire, affection and intensity. But it’s easier than you might expect to make him slightly louder.

He’d normally let out low, guttural grunts, mainly controlled, his eyes always placed on you to pay attention to every single sound of yours. He might prioritize your sounds, trying to keep himself quiet. But it might end up with heavy exhalations through his nose or mouth, ending up in soft moans. They mix too well with yours.

Vladimir might hiss when he feels your insides tightening more than usual, gasping involuntarily as he realizes that you’re currently close to the climax.

The moment you’re in control, expect him to accidentally whimper or be slightly louder than usual.

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

His nape is hypersensitive, and any touch there makes him arc his back, and actually more sensitive than he might be already. Whenever you scratch his nape as he is inside you, he might basically melt and even get closer to his limit. And out of sex, any touch on his nape makes him distracted and breathless.

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

Vladimir has a thin, fragile shape, not very worked and firm like others. The curves of his body exude elegance. He has a marked bone structure, from his collarbones to his straight back, because yes, Vladimir always tries to maintain a straight and firm posture. His skin is very pale, seems to glow in cool tones and is sometimes comparable to porcelain. But the heat of the moment tinges it with a very lovely rosy blush.

Talking about his cock, it can be said that it is proporciolan to his height, but it does not have such an exaggerated thinness. Vladimir tries to keep it clean and presentable, so that it has a presentation that invites you to touch it, that invites you to want to feel it. It has an arrow-shaped tip, with a slight curve to the right and the size does not deceive much in both soft and hard. Surely standard size, and no less pleasing for that.

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

He will never give obvious signs of desire, for he has learned to repress his impulses out of politeness, pride and fear of losing his composure. From a very young age, he has always been forbiddinv himself to act on it until he is overwhelmed by emotions. But that has caused him to be very intense inside. There is a constant, deep and complicated desire burning deep inside him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't really need to sleep, he just lies quietly, awake, processing everything. After the act, his need for control makes him go over what happened, remembering every moment with you. He needs to see you calm before he closes his eyes, admiring your serene breathing and the trust you show for him in how you snuggle against him. But after a long while, he may induce his own sleep so as not to leave you alone; sometimes he forgets how good it feels to sleep with the person you love most in your arms.

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