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libellule-ao3 · 7 months ago

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Hey,

I really like your Ominis' NSFW Alphabet. Can I request one for Sebastian?

Hello,

I had some random HCs about Sebastian in a file. Your request prompted me to organise them a bit. So thank you. 🙏💖

I hope you will like them.

As always, I hope you will forgive any potential language mistakes.

NSFW Alphabet | Sebastian Sallow 🔞

⚠️Sexually explicit content | 🔞 | Smut | HC |2,5k words

Summary: Some of my smutty HC about Sebastian Sallow, collected under the "NSFW alphabet" template.

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Other NSFW alphabets: Ominis Gaunt, Dark!Ominis

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

Sebastian can fuck you relentlessly, make you scream his name, and push you over the edge, but afterwards, he remains extremely attentive. He holds you close, kisses you softly, whispers praise, and caresses you slowly while you catch your breath. Sometimes, he murmurs how much you mean to him, as if afraid to lose you like he lost his family. He may also massage your tired muscles, apply soothing lotion to areas reddened by blows or bites, and make sure you’re well hydrated. His need to protect and care for you is almost obsessive. He loves to see you relaxed, exhausted, and satisfied, so he’ll shower you with kisses, sometimes until you’re ready for another round.

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

Sebastian is particularly proud of his hands, which are just as good at wielding a wand as they are at making you come. He loves their versatility: caressing you tenderly, spanking you hard, penetrating you deeply, pinching your nipples, all to play with your pleasure. He also loves to feel the vibrations of your moans under his palm as he grabs you by the throat, controlling your breathing and arousal.

As for your body, he’s obsessed with your bottom. He loves to touch it discreetly as he walks past you, grab it firmly or slap it as he takes you from behind or as you ride him, or simply caress it as you lie against him. What’s more, nothing turns him on more than seeing your bottom redden under his strokes or bounce up and down with every thrust.

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

Sebastian prefers to cum inside you, deep inside, to mark his territory in the most intimate way possible. The sensation of your walls contracting around him as he pours himself into you is incomparable. But if you want him to cum elsewhere, he also loves to watch you on your knees, mouth wide open, tongue outstretched to receive every drop, or see your body splattered with his cum, especially on your breasts or face. It awakens a primal instinct in him, a pride in seeing you marked by him in this way.

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

He’ll never admit it openly, but the idea of fucking you in a public place, where anyone could catch you in the act, excites him to no end. The thrill of the forbidden, combined with the fear of being caught, increases his desire tenfold. He fantasises about taking you against a wall in a corridor, an empty classroom, or a dark alley. He also dreams of discreetly caressing you under the table, without anyone knowing, leaving you unable to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure he’s giving you.

Finally, he often imagines screwing you so hard that you can hardly walk afterwards, and that everyone can tell.

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

Contrary to what you might think, he didn’t have much experience before you. Sebastian's life was entirely governed by his quest to save Anne, his obsession with dark magic, and the scars left by Solomon's death, Anne's rejection, and Ominis' estrangement. Burdened by so much suffering, he never had the time or emotional space to think about romance or physical pleasure before you. However, his natural curiosity and passion for learning have enabled him to be an attentive lover, experimenting and honing his skills to find out what makes you tick. So, his fingers, his tongue, his cock—he tested everything on you to understand how to make you come repeatedly.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Sebastian loves to possess you in doggy-style. He loves to see you on all fours, arched over, exposed to him. One of his greatest pleasures is to grab your hips firmly and pull you against him, sinking deep into you again and again. He relishes the way your body trembles under the impact of his thrusts. But what he loves most of all is wrapping your hair around his fist, pulling it back to force you to lift your head, all the while whispering obscene words in your ear. The total control he has over you in this position excites him like never. He never gets tired of your buttocks slamming against him, the sound of your bodies colliding and your muffled moans.

Then he loves it when you ride him. Seeing your body move on top of him, your tits bouncing with every movement, drives him absolutely crazy. He watches you rub up against him, guiding you up and down his cock, adjusting the angle to get to the places that make you scream. He loves the way you think you’re holding the reins, when he always ends up gripping you by the hips to go faster, harder, until you’re both overwhelmed with pleasure.

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

Even though he’s often intense and serious during sex, Sebastian has a mischievous side that also comes out when he’s intimate. He can’t help teasing you. He laughs softly when you become impatient, or when you beg him to go faster. He may also tickle you or tell a joke at the worst possible moment just to throw you off balance a little before fucking you even harder.

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

Sebastian doesn’t really have strict rules about this. He keeps his private hair neat, but doesn’t touch the hair on his chest, or the fine line of hair that runs from his navel to his bush. Also, he doesn’t care whether or not you’re waxed. As long as he can lick you, fuck you, and make you come, he’s perfectly happy. However, he does like to grab your hair during the act, pulling it slightly to force you to tilt your head, exposing your neck to his possessive kisses and bites. And he loves it when your hands grip his as he eats you.

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

Sebastian loves to see you vulnerable, especially when you’re under him, breathless and trembling with pleasure. He likes to whisper dirty words in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you, just to feel your body react to his every word. Even in his most brutal moments, he still looks at you with that all-consuming desire that shows you mean the world to him.

J = Jack off (HC masturbation)

Sebastian has no problem with pleasuring himself when you’re not around, especially if he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He may even let his mind wander to the intimate moments you’ve shared to increase his pleasure (your lips around his cock, for example, or your throbbing pussy as he impales you against a wall). When he’s particularly excited, he may even masturbate in front of you, enjoying watching you become eager and aroused as you watch him pleasure himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sebastian loves to dominate. He loves rough sex, making you bend under him, seeing you on your knees sucking him off while he controls the pace and depth by grabbing your hair. He loves that you’re totally at his mercy, whether it’s through handcuffs or orders. But he also likes the idea of a brief resistance, forcing you to give in to him, and the moment you let go makes him even harder.

Sebastian has a strong breeding kink. The idea of filling you up and knowing he could get you pregnant drives him mad. He gains a primal satisfaction from the thought of you carrying his child, especially after everything he’s lost. It’s not just about marking you as his, but more about creating something permanent, a family—something he’s craved ever since losing his parents and Anne.

The way your body changes during pregnancy only intensifies his desire. He finds you even more irresistible, the sight of your round belly, where his baby is growing, exciting him beyond reason. He loves being the one to satisfy all your needs while you’re vulnerable, taking special care to ensure your comfort but never holding back on intensity. During sex, he loves trying new positions that suit your changing body, and Sebastian can spend hours worshipping your pregnant form, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

He also has a weakness for role-playing games, especially those where he can reverse the dynamic and explore scenarios where one of you is in a position of weakness or submission.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

As much as he enjoys the safety of your bedroom, Sebastian can find carnal pleasure in unexpected places. Whether it’s in an empty classroom, against a tree in the Forbidden Forest, or even in a cramped bathtub, every place has its charm as long as he can hear you moan his name without restraint.

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

Everything about you is a source of motivation for Sebastian. Your perfume, the way you run your tongue over your lips, the subtle movement of your hips, it all drives him crazy. But what probably turns him on the most is when you turn into a naughty girl. He loves the defiant look in your eyes when you try to take control, or when you provoke him, knowing full well he’ll punish you for it.

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

He likes to push your buttons, but respects your limits. He’s a possessive guy who doesn’t like anyone else intruding on your intimate moments, either.

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

Sebastian is as talented with his mouth as he is with his hands. He’s obsessed with making you come using his tongue. He loves to hear you moan under the deft movements of his mouth, watching you writhe in pleasure as he licks you relentlessly. Of course, receiving oral pleasure is just as enjoyable, especially when he sees how much you love having it in your mouth, your eyes gazing into his as he reaches down your throat.

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

Sebastian is an intense and passionate lover, often preferring a fast and determined pace, as his desire could wait no longer. That said, he knows how to adapt to your needs, slowing down if he senses you want something gentler.

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

Sebastian loves quickies, especially when the urge is too strong. He won’t hesitate to shag you quickly in a dark corner or a broom cupboard, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans as he penetrates you with brutal urgency, reaching orgasm in a matter of minutes before you go back to business as usual.

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

Sebastian loves risk. Whether it’s trying new things or pushing the boundaries of what’s socially acceptable, he loves exploring with you. For him, sex is as much about pleasure as it is about challenge, and he loves pushing the boundaries with you.

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

Sebastian is tireless, capable of satisfying you several times in one night! Even after he’s released, he’s often ready for another round after a brief rest.

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

Sebastian is open to using toys to increase the intensity of your sessions. He likes to use enchantments on you, placing his vibrating wand of magic against your clitoris as he penetrates you, or using it to torture you during foreplay. Ties, light whips, and even gags are also among the accessories he uses.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

If you’ve been a bad girl or provoked him, Sebastian can be terribly unfair, loving to torture you slowly, make you beg and cry in frustration. He often does edging, bringing you close to orgasm several times, then depriving you of your pleasure just before you explode, until you’re a desperate wreck, begging for release.

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

Sebastian is quite vocal, groaning and grunting with every move. When he’s close to orgasm, his moans become hoarse. But his favourite part is hearing your screams, moans, and every sound that escapes your mouth. He wants you to be loud, to let everyone know how much he’s driving you crazy.

W = Wild card (a random HCs)

-Sebastian likes to surprise you. Whether it’s initiating an unscheduled session in an unlikely location, using a prop you weren’t expecting, or dominating you in a new way, he always likes to maintain an element of mystery and surprise. For example, he might walk into the room, pin you up against a wall and fuck you without warning, or wake you up by eating or fucking you, just to see your face overcome with pleasure as you wake up. He also knows you like it when he loses control, and sometimes he lets you dominate him and do what you want with him.

-When Sebastian is overwhelmed by anger or frustration, especially due to memories of Anne or the guilt of having killed his uncle, he sometimes turns to sex as an outlet. In those moments, he is more intense, even bordering on brutal, but always in control of his actions. Afterwards, he becomes extremely tender, almost guilty for having let himself go, but also deeply grateful that you're there to soothe him and that you accept him, even with his darker sides.

-One of the consequences of the losses he has suffered is that he becomes very possessive. He likes to mark his territory on your body, whether with bites, scratches, or ensuring you bear the marks of your sessions the next day. He needs to know that you belong to him.

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

Sebastian is slim and toned, with skin covered in freckles, more concentrated in areas that are often exposed to the sun. He also has a few scars, left over from duels and training sessions. He’s not particularly imposing, but he has charisma to spare, with an intensity in his gaze that melts you completely. Down below, he’s well proportioned, with a tail of average length but thicker so you can feel every movement and pulse. He loves to see how your body reacts when he penetrates you, to feel your drenched walls stretch around him. It’s an attribute he’s proud of because he knows exactly how to use it to get you where he wants you.

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

Sebastian has an uncontrollable libido, especially with you. Sometimes he’s so obsessed with making love to you he can’t concentrate on anything else until that need is met. He wants you constantly, and his body reacts to the slightest of your provocative gestures. Even a simple smile or caress can make him hard, and he’s often ready for action at the first opportunity. Also, he’s not afraid to express his desire for you, even in inappropriate situations. He’s sometimes amused to see you embarrassed, knowing full well that he’ll get what he wants in the end.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sebastian can be exhausted after sex, especially if you’ve spent most of the night making each other come. But he refuses to go to sleep unless you’re satisfied. He always makes sure you’re comfortable, that you’ve got everything you need before finally drifting off to sleep, often with you snuggled up against him, his hand still possessive over your body.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian headcanons #sebastian smut #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow imagine

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s74rf1sh · 16 days ago

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Hi I seen you want a request sooooo...can I request for tmnt 2012 turtle bros reacts to their fem s/o letting her hair down for the first time and starting blushing at the sight.

I already wrote a draft for this but Tumblr decided to gaslight me so sorry if thus comes out later then expected :’>

Gn!reader no warnings except for swearing

Letting down your hair for the first time -2012 turtles-

Leader in blue

Ok so, picture this: it’s late at night in the lair and you convinced your boyfriend to watch the reboot of SpaceHeroes even though it revealed to be absolute garbage after 15 minutes of screenplay. This is one of the many reasons why you love Leo so much, he can be so versatile.

Wanna workout until you collapse on the floor? Alright, he’ll help you afterwards. Wanna go stargazing? He’s already got the keys of the turtle tank. Wanna sit down and bitch? He’s getting the snacks and sitting down at the table.

And when you asked to watch something and cuddle, he did what he does best:make you happy. So there you two were, cuddled up like disgustingly cheesy lovebirds as chuckles and occasional criticism of the shitty show could be heard fairly. Despite enjoying this night, you couldn’t help but feel your eyelids get heavy and it didn’t take you too much time to start yawning until you realized you should just give up and crash. It wasn’t new how you would rest your head on the ninja’s shoulder…but what WAS new was the horrible pressure from your hairtie. With very little to no patience you decided to lift your head, let down your hair and toss the annoying hairtie somewhere on the couch so that you could be comfortable.

Now, you were much too tired to look, but if you did you would have seen the greenest shade of green on Leonardo’s cheeks.

How could you look so beautiful? Was it allowed to be so attractive even when sleepy, with messy hair and a slightly smudged t-shirt? He didn’t know. What he knew was that he felt so so so lucky to have someone like this by his side.

And also that he should let you sleep in peace, that too.

The brawn

Training with Raphael always had its quirks…it was a totally different experience everytime and that’s, partially, what made it so fun and stimulating.(other than having an excuse to see his sweaty muscles). Today was no different. You were in the dojo and had just finished warming up, deciding to grab your weapons.

He grabbed his beloved sai’s and you went with Donnie’s old plastic bō he used for training sessions. Once you were all set up, the session began.

Feeling yourself, you chose to give it your all and went for direct action. The turtle was somehow able to see it coming last minute and deflect your attack by swiftly deviating the staff from his trajectory to somewhere else. Had he done this with his hands, there wouldn’t have been any issues, but the sharp triple points on the sai managed to grab the end of your braid and tear open the tape holding it together, causing the braid to come undone. Now behind Raphael, you turned around to insult and compliment his move simultaneously but you were met with…strangeness.

“How the fuck did you manage to counteract? I thought I had caught you by surprise!”

Silence.

“Raph?”

He quickly turned around to not let you see his face. He felt like he was going to explode from overheating. Maybe it was the way your hair compliment your features so well, or maybe it was the smell of your shampoo…either way, he was obsessed. Once you figured he wouldn’t turn around, you excused yourself and epwent around the lair looking for a hairtie to replace your broken ribbon with.

He never confessed anything about this specific event, but he did tell you that he liked you more with your hair down.

The brains

Donatello was always so awkward…even after you began to officially date. It’s not like he doesn’t like you or anything it’s just that this stuff is still very new to him and can often feel unreal. Like wdym you can hold hands, kiss, cuddle, go on dates and all that stuff? WDYM YOU LIKE HIM BACK AND HE GETS TO ACTUALLY DO THIS STUFF WITH YOU INSTEAD OF JUST DAYDREAMING ABOUT IT??

And for the most part you have to take the initiative and grab his hand, steal a kiss, cuddle him or ask him out…but once you have shown him that it’s alright and he doesn’t need to overthink every single move, he will do all that stuff without hesitation or fear.

But there was this one time…

You bought brand new clothes and brought them to the lair to do a fashion show for your boyfriend in his lab, and at one point you came out with your personal favourite of the bunch. This long, light blue dress you had bought for your uncle’s wedding fit like a glove and once you finished putting it on, you walked out of the little homemade dressing room you two made on the spot.

“So? Whatcha think?”

He didn’t speak, he just…got closer, brushed his hand behind your hair and undid the high ponytail you had arranged a few hours earlier. Just like that, he got lost in your eyes for a couple of seconds before snapping back to reality and blushing like a schoolgirl.

“UH- I JUST THOUGHT YOU’D LOOK NICER IN THIS DRESS WITH YOUR HAIR DOWN I…FORGIVE ME I DIDN’T- I LIKE THE DRESS!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Not in a mean way, just a geniuine laugh before happily heading back to the dressing room.

Mikey

Even before dating, the energetic turtle loved to use you as his model. Of course, he’d never make you pose in a way that is uncomfortable for you but he absolutely loves to experiment, and now that you are his partner, he can do so without having to worry about the awkwardness or the inappropriateness of guiding you in the posing process.

It’s really impossible to tell when was the first time he has seen you with your hair down since this guy has probably seen you in more outfits and hairstyles than your mother, but a really cute and nice detail that I think is worth mentioning is that he actually does your hair. He will look up inspiration and then try his best to achieve the look he envisioned before getting to work with a smile on his face (I mean, drawing permits him to stare at you for long periods of time without looking weird sooo…)

And frankly, you love it. Well, he does too, but the feeling of his hands running through your hair is so relaxing, it feels way better than any hairdresser that has ever touched your scalp in your life. Plus, this way he gets to express his artsy side in more ways than just drawing! Thinking of your clothing, arranging your hairstyle and pose is really stimulating for him! His brothers always tease him for this but he always flexes about how he has found his muse (this guy is way too sweet for me to handle istg)

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you <3

#tmnt #x reader #character x y/n #tmnt 2012 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #raphael x reader #michelangelo x reader #donatello x reader #request #im tired #thanks anon!#no use of y/n #gn reader

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pukefactory · 3 months ago

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✦ . 　⁺ I’D RATHER SLEEP ⁺ 　 . ✦

ᗢ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring Scraps as your caregiver

ᗢ Character(s): Scraps (Dandy’s World)

ᗢ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

ᗢ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ As a big sister, Scraps has plenty of experience caring for little ones, especially since she’s so hands-on during craft time with children. Needless to say, this makes her one of the best caregivers imaginable. When it comes to you, she is incredibly creative and deeply in tune with your needs and desires. It didn’t take her long to adjust, either—if anything, she seemed genuinely happy to have someone to look after.

★ Scraps always has a set of crayons and spare paper on hand! If you start to feel bored, she’ll set up a cute table and chairs for you and hand you some coloring supplies. If you’d prefer a coloring book, don’t worry—she has plenty of those too, along with other arts and crafts materials to spark your creativity. If you get too immersed in your project, she’ll even bring you your favorite soda as a little treat while you continue crafting.

★ If you make a drawing for her, Scraps treasures it with all her heart. She’ll thank you, ruffle your hair, and eagerly search for the perfect spot to display it. Whenever someone passes by or asks about it, she proudly brags that her little one made it just for her, gushing about how wonderful it is and how much she loves it. She’ll also encourage you to create a drawing for Goob, excited to surprise him with it.

★ Despite being a skilled artist, Scraps gets nervous when others watch her draw—except for you, of course. Whenever she starts sketching, she’s perfectly comfortable with you crawling into her lap to observe. In fact, she even beckons you over to join her. Scraps happily takes requests and leaves her drawings uncolored so you can fill them in. You’ve lost count of how many times she’s sketched the two of you together.

★ When it’s time for your nap, Scraps has everything prepared. She gathers a pile of pillows and blankets, arranging them into a cozy nest. Fluffing the cushions and layering the covers just right, she creates a little cave for you to curl up in. Once you’re settled, she wraps herself around you like a cat, purring softly as she drifts off, content knowing you feel safe and comfortable in her embrace.

★ If you ever get thirsty while wandering around Gardenview with Scraps, there’s no need to worry—she always has juice boxes on hand for moments like this. As her little one, she makes sure you stay hydrated and even keeps your favorite flavors ready for both you and herself. Whenever you ask for one, her tail curls around her dress before smoothly sliding over to present the juice box to you. You always accept it with a big smile, grateful for her seemingly endless supply.

★ Scraps has plenty of nicknames for you—some of which you’re pretty sure aren’t even real words—but the one she uses most is kiddo. It’s both adorable and perfectly suits your little nature, yet versatile enough to fit any situation. Whenever you finish a chore, she pulls you into a big hug and says, “Good job, kiddo!” In her eyes, it’s the perfect name for you.

★ It’s no secret that Scraps somehow manages to win every single one of Vee’s quizzes whenever she’s asked a question. Most of the time, she’s just guessing, but that doesn’t stop her from getting the answers right—much to Vee’s reluctance when handing over the promised prizes. Scraps doesn’t have much use for these rewards, whether due to lack of space or simply not wanting them, but luckily, she has you to pass them on to! If anyone deserves them, it’s her kiddo. Plus, she knows you’ll find some way to enjoy them. Seeing your face light up when she hands you a prize always makes her day.

★ For some reason, Scraps has a bunch of plain white dresses, and she finds them incredibly dull. They lack color and creativity, so as a fun playdate, she brings out the paint and invites you to help transform them! The two of you spend hours covering the fabric in bright colors and little doodles until every dress becomes a vibrant work of art. By the end, your hands and face are covered in paint, but that’s no problem—Scraps cleans you up after setting the dresses aside to dry. Once they’re ready, she wears them all the time, feeling much happier knowing you helped make them special.

★ Occasionally, Scraps lets you do her makeup, just as she sometimes allows Goob to. Handing you a full box of crayons, she sits patiently while you get to work on her face. Sometimes, you simply have fun, covering her in silly patterns and doodles, much to your amusement and her mild confusion. Other times, you genuinely try to make her look good—coloring the lines on her face, adding whiskers, or even giving her a tiny nose to complement her cat-like features. If she particularly likes your work, she proudly wears it for the rest of the day, basking in the compliments from the other toons—both for herself and for you. Looks like you’ll be doing her makeup more often!

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pinkgy · 1 year ago

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Since Andrealphus just came out, could I request some nsfw headcanons for him and maybe also Raphael?

Hi!

Tysm for your request! I'm sorry for taking so long, when I got your request I was late with the event content, and I preferred to delay so I could read it well and make a decent post as accurate as possible. (I forgot to read the event story btw and I had writer's block related to Raphael so :)

𝗪𝗛𝗕 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔��𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝗣𝗧. 𝟭

GN! Reader + No mentions of Gender-Specific Anatomy.

I made a tiny headcanon with an M!Reader on Raphael's part, I don't know I just felt like it, I'm not used to this tho, it's probably going to be a last, I'm more comfortable writing for GN Reader and Fem Reader.

I'm sorry if I'm missing some canon hcs about Raphael, a certain someone (me) was unlucky with the seals and forgot to read the prologue of his Christmas card. If you could point out some of them I would be really grateful.

𝗖𝗪: Very brief mention of Andrealphus philia (Oculophilia), F!Reader, and M!Reader in Raphael's, but just one headcanon, Oral (M Receiving), Deepthroating, Squirting, a bit of blood play, fingering, nipple play, dirty talk, degradation.

𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗦

➜ He's dominant most of the time, he wouldn't complain if you want to take care of him, but still, he always likes to have some type of dominance over you.

➜ He is a very soft dom, the Andrealphus he shows to others and the one he shows to you are very different but don't be fooled, he can be a little bit of a bitch when he wants to, specially when you tease him

➜ He's not very vocal when he's with you, he might let out a few grunts, but that's as far as it goes. it's not that he holds back or anything, it's just that he likes to show how much he wants you in other ways.

➜But on the other hand, he doesn't shut his mouth when he talks dirty to you, Andrealphus loves to whisper in your ear everything he wants to do to you in detail while he is buried deep inside you, and in between sentences, he kisses and licks your neck.

➜ Andrealphus curses his blindness because he can't see the expressions you make when he's pleasuring you. He would die to have a glimpse of you when he makes you cum. But he settles for putting his fingers in your mouth and cupping your cheeks between his hands.

➜ I think it is perfectly clear that Andrealphus is very clingy with you, he can never stop touching you, for him it is directly impossible to cum if he is not touching you or is not close to you if you were to forbid him to do that by teasing him, he would get reeeeally needy, and if you were to prolong this "punishment", he might even be little more mean that usual with you.

➜ I see Andrealphus being into those positions where he gets to hold you, if he had to pick favorites, they would be full Nelson and Mating Press. He loves both of them for similar reasons, he gets to be very close to you, and his face is close to yours so he can clearly hear all your moans and tell you all kinds of dirty things.

➜ His go-to foreplay consists of sucking your nipples hard and biting them hard while he fingers you, especially in that position where you are sitting on his lap, with your legs wrapped around his torso, one hand holding your back and the other a mess about of your parts.

“Let me hear you pretty, every word you say and every sound you make, that just makes me want to fuck you harder”

𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟

➜ He's versatile, he doesn't lean either way, he enjoys having you reclining on a table with a vibrator inside you playing (torturing) with your most sensitive parts as much as having him tied to a bed gagged, with his body full of bites and scratches, and you overstimulating him for hours.

➜ Any sexual practice that includes making a mess of you or him gets him rock-hard, but his personal favorite has to be you cuming in his face.

Cis!M: Deepthroat him, don't cum in his throat, cum all over his face and then spread your seed all over it. Do that and he might cum in his pants untouched.

Cis!F: Raphael would even be grateful if you squirted in his face, you don't even have to take control, just let him eat you out until he's pleased and he'll become the happiest angel out there.

➜ If you're comfortable with it, he might draw a little blood out of your neck or your chest, and if you're not comfortable, he'll do it anyways and will excuse himself that it was an accident.

➜ Raphael is into being degraded, but he has a limit, if he notices that you are going a little too far with your words he will start to give them back to you in a more abrupt way, and until you are completely silent and with nothing more to say, he will not stop, he may also use other ways to make you shut up, putting his dick deep in your throat is usually the most efficient way for him.

➜ He's that type of person who gets aroused by pleasuring you and only you, he's into that humiliation that comes when he cums untouched. And to no one's surprise, the more you think you have power over him, the more Raphael has dominance over you, and as humiliated as he may appear to be, you are the one who is really humiliated.

➜ He's great at fingering, but he's a little bit of a bitch with it. Raphael is into edging, he hates being edged, but he loves doing that to you. And his favorite way to do it is with his hands. He knows perfectly well how to use them and he's very skilled. One of his favorite things to do is to push his fingers deep into your hole while with his other hand, he pinches your nipples hard or rubs your most sensitive parts.

➜ According to some math I did just now, he’s smaller than Michael and about the same size as Gabriel, Gabriel looks a bit girthier I believe. I would say that his dick fully erect could be approx 20 cm (7.8 inches), curves a bit upright and has a very pink tip, and flushes a lot when he’s about to cum, # 4011 UP. His tip is also very prominent and it stretches you slightly painfully when he enters you.

➜ Among the seraphim, Raphael is the one who has more stamina, he's one of those who once he starts it is difficult for him to stop, and at the beginning, it will be difficult to know how to satisfy him completely to not to be practically all day giving pleasure (or not) to each other. (he's one of those who may have cum seconds before, and his dick will still be erect)

“Don’t be a little bitch and stay still, didn’t you say I was being too rough with you ? If you can’t take my cock like an obedient slut then take my fingers the way I want you to”

⋯⋯⋯

This is a part one ! I’ll be making some mini one shots based on this headcanons after I’m done with a rewuesy that I accidentally procrastinated.

The one shots are to compensate for taking so long with this :( I was supposed to post them today but I don’t know what happened to me while writing the Andrealphus one and I ended up making a one shot that was very fucked up, so I redoing it.

Hope you have an amazing day ♡♡♡

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb #what in hell is bad x reader #whb smut #whb andrealphus #whb raphael #whb andrealphus x reader #whb raphael x reader

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yourmomsawh0r3 · 4 months ago

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hiii i love your writing and i have a request for Marcello Hernandez 🫶🏼 in which reader hosts snl and marcello has a crush on her, always flirting and then they finally hook up

thanks ♥️

your wish is my command 🫡🫶🏼

Live From New York

pairing: marcello hernandez x F! actress

Marcello Hernández wasn’t sure when his crush on Y/N started, but it had been simmering since she’d first walked onto the Saturday Night Live set. She was a star in her own right a versatile actress known for her mix of charm, wit, and undeniable beauty. Y/N had skyrocketed to fame in recent years, and when it was announced she would be hosting SNL, Marcello felt a jolt of excitement he couldn’t quite explain.

They had met briefly at an afterparty a few months ago, where her disarming laugh and genuine warmth caught him off guard. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was magnetic. And now, she was here, standing in Studio 8H during rehearsals, chatting with the cast and crew like she’d been part of the family forever.

Marcello’s reputation as the show’s resident flirt wasn’t exactly a secret, but there was something different about Y/N. His jokes and teasing weren’t just about making her laugh they were his way of hiding just how much he liked her.

From the moment Y/N walked into the writers’ room, she commanded attention. Wearing a casual yet chic outfit high-waisted jeans and a cropped sweater she immediately bonded with the cast. Marcello, seated across the room, couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Marcello, you’re staring,” Bowen whispered, smirking.

Marcello rolled his eyes, trying to act casual. “I’m not staring. I’m observing. There’s a difference.”

“Right,” Bowen teased. “And I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s, you know, drop-dead gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” Marcello muttered, though he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

When Y/N caught Marcello’s eye during a table read, she smiled a soft, knowing smile that made his heart skip a beat. She was funny, effortlessly so, and her comedic timing during sketches was impeccable.

During breaks, Marcello found excuses to linger near her.

“You’re pretty good at this whole hosting thing,” he said one afternoon, leaning against a table as she reviewed lines.

She looked up, her lips curling into a playful grin. “Pretty good? That’s the best compliment you’ve got?”

Marcello chuckled. “I’m saving the big compliments for when you actually make me laugh.”

“Oh, please,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “You laugh at everything.”

“Not true. I have standards.”

“Uh-huh. And I’m supposed to believe I don’t meet them?” she asked, her tone light but challenging.

Marcello felt his face flush, but he quickly recovered. “You’re getting close.”

By the time Saturday rolled around, Marcello was a bundle of nerves. Y/N had nailed every rehearsal, and the chemistry between them in their sketches was undeniable. One skit, in particular, had fans buzzing even before the live show aired a rom-com parody where Y/N and Marcello played a bickering couple who shared a passionate kiss at the end.

When it came time to perform the skit live, Marcello felt his palms sweat as they delivered their lines.

“Why do you always have to be so annoying?” Y/N’s character snapped, crossing her arms.

“Annoying? I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” Marcello shot back, stepping closer.

Their faces were inches apart, and for a moment, the lines blurred between acting and reality. When they finally kissed, the audience erupted in cheers, but Marcello could barely hear them. All he could focus on was the way her lips felt against his, soft and warm, even for just a few seconds.

The afterparty was held at a chic Manhattan bar, filled with cast members, crew, and a smattering of celebrity guests. Marcello couldn’t keep his eyes off Y/N as she worked the room, laughing and chatting with ease.

When she finally made her way over to him, drink in hand, she raised an eyebrow. “You were really committed to that kiss tonight.”

Marcello smirked, leaning casually against the bar. “What can I say? I’m a method actor.”

“Is that so?” she teased, taking a sip of her drink.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “If you want, we could run lines again sometime. You know, for practice.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “You’re terrible.”

“Terribly charming, you mean.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Hernández.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, his confidence growing.

Hooking Up

As the night wore on, the crowd thinned, and the energy shifted. Marcello found himself alone with Y/N on the balcony, the cool air brushing against their skin.

“I had fun tonight,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his.

“Yeah?” he asked, stepping closer. “Was it the sketches or the kiss?”

She smirked, tilting her head. “You tell me.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her, this time without any cameras or scripts. Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

“Marcello,” she murmured against his lips, her voice breathless.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.

“Don’t you dare,” she replied, her eyes blazing.

They stumbled back into her dressing room, their hands frantically exploring each other. Marcello took his time, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands slipping under her blouse to feel the warmth of her skin.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

“Good,” she replied, pulling him closer. “Because you drive me crazy too.”

Their clothes hit the floor piece by piece, and Marcello’s kisses became slower, more deliberate. He worshiped every inch of her, making up for all the moments he’d spent holding back his feelings.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the blinds as Y/N stirred awake, her head resting on Marcello’s chest. He was already awake, his fingers brushing through her hair.

“Morning,” he said softly, his voice warm.

She smiled, her heart swelling. “Morning.”

“So,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye. “Does this mean I’m officially your favorite cast member?”

She laughed, swatting his chest. “Don’t push your luck, Hernández.”

But as she leaned up to kiss him, it was clear neither of them needed to say it they were exactly where they were meant to be.

#marcello hernandez x f! reader #marcello hernandez x f reader #marcello hernandez x you #marcello hernandez fanfiction #marcello hernandez imagine #marcello hernandez x reader #marcello hernandez

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deadsnothere · 2 years ago

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Gunslinger Girl!

Synopsis - After getting a call from Garp, Alias made her way to the Baratie for a nice bite to eat and a long needed reunion.

Part 2

WARNINGS!! - READER HAS A NAME!!

Request - no, not taking them sorry.

Word count - 2.8k

Speak Ali! - Both parts together make 5,340 words, this Fic has literally taken up my brain.

Monkey D. Luffy.

Garp was a cheeky bastard.

I, Alias Foreman, Swore to be on Monkey D. Luffy's pirate crew when we both turned sixteen and fled to the sea together. I had a dream of becoming one of the most versatile people known to man. I want to learn as much as I can, to cook, to clean, to navigate boats and ships, anything you can teach me I will try my hardest to understand and learn. Now I'm not saying that I want to be the best at everything, there will always be people better. But I want to at least understand the basics of as much as possible. But for all of my life I've been known as a Gunslinger.

I'm ‘The Cheshire Cat’. Cool name with a stupid job. I hate being a Warlord of the Sea, it's the stupidest job on this side of the east blue, and they wouldn't even give me a proper crew. Just a few bumbling idiots who don't know what being a pirate really means.

Luffy always understood what being a pirate meant. I remember watching Garp train him day in and day out. Parts of me understand why Garp was so hard on him, I mean people say he takes after Gold Roger. Imagine your grandson taking after someone you helped execute. I don't think I'd be fond of it either. I’ve never thought Garp nor Luffy were wrong for what they want but, I think one knows what he's doing and the other doesn't.

It's always quite bothersome when halfway through my delicious dinner, I get interrupted by a soggy mean fishman running in here and trying to take my table for dinner. If he had waited a few minutes I would've gladly given it up, I just wanted to finish my meal. But the inpatient idiot just had to have it now.

“I'm afraid there are no more tables.” Arlong and two of his crew members were walking down the stairs of the Baratie. They’re bodies are still wet and leaving water as they walk, which is just plain disrespectful. “I see a bunch of tables.” I couldn't help but roll my eyes, to think I would have a peaceful dinner, just hopeful dreaming. People started to whisper and get up from their tables but I stayed in my seat, intending to finish the nice meal served to me. Plus it's not as if they got far, Arlong was yelling at them as soon as he got to the middle of the staircase. “Sit down!” he yelled in his degrading, chalkboard scratching voice. I continued to cut my steak in pieces to eat, they over cooked it a bit but a fine job was done anyways. Seasoned almost perfectly. A little too much oregano, but I'm just too picky with my food. Arlong went around as if he owned the place. “No one leaves.”

He looked at me with malice in his smile. “Except you.” His webbed hand went to grab the collar of my shirt but I stopped it with my own, barely even looking back. “I only have a bite or two left, I'll give it up when I'm done.” I took another drink from my wine and let go of his hand, continuing on with my meal. I could tell it pissed him off from the way he growled close to my ear. A stupid amount of spit landing on my dinner plate and shoulder. I shivered in disgust and stood up from my table. “You know what- take it.” I grabbed my plate and wine and stood up, leaving the small round table for the fishmen to sit at. I felt bad not eating the steak so I got a to-go box from the reservations desk and put it in there to give to someone later. Deciding that maybe i'll get a nice drink from the bar instead.

I was a wine kind of gal so I got a nice glass of Merlot, it was tasty. Had lots of flavor, some of which I enjoyed and some I didn't. I was enjoying the peace. I always knew it wouldn't last long but god was i sad when it was over. “Which one of you is Arlong?” Oh shit. I knew his voice anywhere, the voice I was sent for by his grandfather, the voice of a new age. I got a refill on my wine, and bought the whole bottle while I was at it, due to the lingering feeling that this wasn't going to look pretty.

When I got back into the restaurant I decided to just rest a little under the staircase, hidden by the shadows hopefully. Seeing Luffy again made me nervous. Something about it..something about how he’d be even a little bit different. When I assessed the situation in front of me it confused me a bit. I could hear that Arlong was yelling from the bar but he's an idiot so I tuned it out and tried to enjoy the bit of ‘quiet’ I had. Arlong has an older gentleman by his shirt collar, while Luffy was halfway down the main staircase. He had two men behind him, one named Usopp the other Sanji. I heard about them both, one from a customer here and the other, from a bartender. “So this is the pirate I've heard so much about.” Arlong was starting to circle around some of the tables, pacing I guess. “You know, I was expecting someone… bigger.”

Sounds like my cue. I came out of the shady area setting the wine glass and bottle on the table and grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a pocket in my shorts, picking the lucky one and placing it in my mouth delicately. “Tell me about it..I've had someone in my ear all day. ‘Find that dumbass.’ I have a headache at this point.” I laughed and leant on the chair. Luffy looks away from Arlong for a millisecond, to look at me but I don't think it registered in his brain. He couldn't have forgotten me. Luffy spoke, in his normal, nonchalant, Luffy way. “So was I.” I was puffing from my cigarette as I laughed. The snicker making smoke pour out of my nose. That got Luffy's attention. His head snapped to look at me, his eyes didn’t leave me, it looked like he was inspecting every part of my body. Probably looking for the one sign it was me. The small skull shaped scar just above my left knee. I wore shorts today just so he would see it.

His eyes were as wide as the plates they were using to serve that delicious soup I had for an appetizer. “ALIAS?!-” internally I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Externally, all I could do was smile. Luffy had a bright smile on his cheeks and I couldn't help but smile back. It was a smile I yearned for, for so long. I knew with even a bit of it, I was going to be addicted again.

I could see how excited luffy was that I was here (which made me VERY happy), but Arlong being himself did not like that attention wasn't on him for those few seconds so he cleared his throat obnoxiously. “Do you know who I am, boy?” Luffy's attention went to him but came right back when I spoke up. “Arlong the Saw.” There was a moment of silence, I taped the ash away from my cigarette into an empty glass off the table of people in front of me, and took another drag from it. “And just who are you-” - “I’m The Cheshire Cat.” I undid two of the buttons on my button up shirt with one hand, letting my collar fall back to show off the cat like scratches that laid on my collar bone (If those cats were lions that scratched almost all the way down my torso and arm). I did a stupid little bow. A few people reacted but I enjoyed the way Luffy looked so wowed. Arlongs eyes widened but they just went right back to a dumb smug smile. “You, Arlong, go for 20 million berrys.” I took another drag, exhaling calmly. “Which is impressive for the east blue but..Not so much other places.” He laughed from his chest, his friends going along with it. “What does the sell out have to say about it?” I sighed softly.

A part of me wished I was a sell out, instead of a kidnapped child forced to do the government's dirty work. The other part knew I would never do that, knew I would never betray my own crew like that. “Oh nothing honestly, I don't care about you.” I looked over to Luffy who still had a smile on his face. When we made eye contact he started to beam. I've only visited him once since I became a warlord, it makes me happy to see him so full of joy just from a moment of eye contact with me. “I'm here for him.” Luffy's hands started to shake, it was something small he always did around me. Blurted it out one day, said when I was excited sometimes I gave him a look, a glint in my eye that made him so happy his entire body shook. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever said to me. Arlong growled once again, leaving spit in someone's food. Those poor people.

He was circling the tables to get to me, circling around me slowly as if I was fish bait he was waiting to snap on. “Well I was here first.” I thought about correcting him, telling him that I was in fact here first. But Luffy interrupted the thought anyway. “How’d you find me anyway?” Luffy sounded completely confident in himself, Arlong just let out another horrid chuckle and made his way back to where he originally stood. “Old friend helped me track you down.” At first Luffy looked over to me, but I was drinking a sip of wine, just listening to what was happening in front of me. Arlong clicked his tongue and one of the other fish men grabbed the clown pirate's head out of a bag. “Heya, Straw hat. Did you miss me?” Luffy looked extremely confused, Sanji looked exhausted and Usopp looked terrified. “Burpy?” The name he called him almost made me spit out my wine from laughter (Which made Luffy happy, I could tell because he glanced at me. Even just for a second.) “What are you doing here?”

The fact that there was only a clown head confused and disturbed me, but I looked past it. “Believe me, it wasn't my first choice either.” He looked a bit nervous as he spoke. “But these fine fishy folk persuaded me to point them in the right direction, which ain't easy when you don't have any hands!” The joke made me raise my eyebrows and laugh a bit, it was funny i'll give him that. But Luffy still looked confused. “How’d you even know where to find me?” Suddenly the clown had the most serious expression I've ever seen him in. “I told you, I've got eyes and ears everywhere.” I noticed an ear start to climb out of the red band of Luffys hat. It was quite strange. The ear went back to the clown and popped right back in place, laughing. Luffy took the hat off his head inspecting it, while the two men behind him shared a look. “Stereo!” Luffy looked shocked. “You were listening all along? You heard everything?” The clown was quite happy. “Everything! and that old quick. 'Cause you shi-diots have no idea what you're doing.” The mashup word made me giggle a bit, it sounded so stupid, but it was kinda funny. (But luffy frowned a bit when he saw I laughed so i stopped as quick as i started).

The clown's head jumped towards the fishman with the huge lips. “Hey lips? How about a scratch behind the old ear, huh?” That made me roll my eyes, he was stupid enough to ask his captors that? The fishmen put him back in the bag. Buggy complaining about how sandy and wet it was.

“Listen here. I want my map.” It was so stupid. Watching them fight over the map to the entrance to the grand line, I understand why Luffy wanted it, but Arlong has a giant crew of thieves who could easily take it from another marine base. “Along with half of whatever you plunder as tribute.” Tribute? for getting a map, does he want tribute for his own existence now? “And if you bow down to me, I might even let you serve in my kingdom.” Stupid men. All of them were the same. Well not all, but most were extremely similar. “I don't bow down to any man.” Luffy stood tall, his head held up high as usual. That's my boy. “I'm no man.” Luffy continued. “Or fish.” That made Arlong growl and made me laugh. “And you’re no king.” There was a certain feeling in the air, the aggression that at any moment, one or the other would attack. Everyone was on high alert, my wine made that hard. It was just so delicate. Hard to enjoy in this environment but perfect in others.

“I will be, when I get my grand line map.” Luffy just smiled, which was a little bit attractive. “Then” He placed his hat back on his head. “You’re gonna have to fight me for it.” I take the attractive comment back, he's stupid. “Then let the fighting begin.” A bullet bounced off the fishmans skin. My hands almost drew closer to my own guns but instead I decided to pour another glass of wine. The old man that cooked my food was standing with a gun in his hand, the trigger pulled in his fingers clutches.

The thing about fishmen (I had learned the hard way) is that regular bullets don't affect them. I have very special bullets, made from some weird unmeltable ice, something about them coming from a town inside the grand line called drum town, from the deepest parts of frozen lakes. They're so sharp they even pierce fishman skin but don't go as deep as I would like.

Arlong turned to the old man, one of his crew members kicking him away and down before punching him into a pillar. Sanji called out his name and ran over, jumping on the table and kicking the fishman in the face. Which just pissed him off more. He got a few good kicks to the face and arms, even the legs but Luffy distracted him. “Really good fighter.” By the time he went to do a quite nice spinning kick to the face again, he caught his foot in his arm. I reached for both guns in my holsters, Checking that they had the correct bullets and shot multiple rounds from Alice, all of them making a trail up his arm and letting Sanji get away. The fishman looked back at me, anger and confusion in his eyes. “These bullets are made of ice, so sharp they even pierce fishman skin. I got them specially made.” There was a delicate smile on my lips, blowing the smoke out of my mouth and away from my guns. Normally i wouldn't touch these but i had a feeling about bringing them today, i'm glad i did. they may be expensive but Luffy was worth it anyways.

Everything was happening so quickly, Luffy's gum gum pistol, Arlong grabbing and pulling him closer. “Uh-” I could tell there was panic in his voice, but I couldn't tell if helping would really be helping at all. He was thrown at a pillar, landing on the floor with a thud. “Get up!” Arlong yelled, if i was him i would've stayed on the floor in spite, but he got up regardless. He kept stretching his arms three punches, one to each shoulder and one to the face. “Not bad for a human.”

I lifted my pistol to shoot Arlong but luffy put his hand up, his middle and ring finger were intertwined and the other three fingers touched. That was our sign when we were kids to stay out of it. It was our secret signal, not even Ace or Sabo or Dadan knew what it meant. I lowered my pistol, spinning it and putting it back in its holster. I grabbed the wine bottle taking a nice big gulp. Glad i’d gotten the entire bottle because this in fact, was not going to be pretty.

Part 2!!

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thisismeracing · 2 years ago

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An avid learner | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 1.9k ― Warnings: not proofread; mentions of food and alcohol; graphic description of sex; oral sex (fem receiving); p in v; +18 (minors DNI); ― Summary: Mick has been nothing but an attentive lover since they started dating, what Yn didn’t know was that he would be even more attentive in bed. It’s their first time having sex, and Mick is an eager learner, he’s set to make sure Yn forgets she ever dated someone before him. ― A/n: Every piece I write here it’s a new experience, so your feedback, comments, and asks are more than welcome. *mwah* 🤍 (I listened to Pink + White by Frank Ocean while writing it, so feel free to listen to it while reading ;))

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“Yeah, and what else?” Mick mumbled, eyes squishy due to the sun, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He was listening to Yn’s rant about how potatoes were the best vegetable and bananas the best fruit, along with her arguments she listed that they were both really versatile and easy to fit into any recipe. Mick and Yn were together for two shy months, and he loved to listen to her and discover more about her when they were together, either her random rants or personal info, everything was a good subject for him.

Today their conversation has had several topics, from color to airplanes, wine, and, finally, food. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining high in the sky, and the weather was good enough for only one thin coat. They were even sitting on the outside tables of the cafe. A wine bottle, probably their second, and two wine glasses stand on the table, along with a charcuterie board.

“Huh?” Yn asked after losing herself in Mick’s features. He was sitting by her side, one of his arms draped in the back of her chair, one hand drawing spontaneous patterns on the exposed skin of her shoulders, and the other busy with his wine glass.

They were inside their own world. Anyone that passed by would notice.

“I don’t know,” Mick confessed after he too lost himself staring at her plump lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Yn blinked at him.

Mick smiled giving her the perfect display of his dimples and red cheeks, “You don’t even have to ask.”

And his lips are on hers in the blink of an eye. There’s a flutter on her stomach, and Yn feels lucky she’s sitting otherwise her knees would give out. She almost meowls when Mick brings her closer by her neck, his big hands covering her skin for the chilly wind, and deepens the kiss. It was not usual for them to kiss in public like this, they were usually pretty reserved when the topic was PDA, but right now it seemed as if the wine loosened them a bit. His lips were frantic against hers, the taste of her lip gloss along with the wine took a low grunt out of Mick’s throat.

When he withdraws there’s a small smile on his face.

They latch on to yet another subject to talk about, and when they decide to Uber home, the sun is not so high in the sky anymore. In fact, the sun is almost setting in the sky. They snuggled in the backseat of the car, talking in a low voice, inside their own bubble again, and they keep it as they get inside Mick’s house. Yn bends down to pet Angie who’s excitedly waggling her tails and barking for attention, and Mick walks for his Vinyl after taking off his coat.

“You wanna keep drinking?” the blonde asked pointing to the kitchen and Yn nodded, still playing with Angie. He took his time screwing the wine, and getting two water bottles from the refrigerator, so when Yn walked in he pushed one in her direction. “Gotta drink some water and eat something if we’re gonna keep the alcohol coming,” he explained, and she stood on her tiptoes to peck his lips.

After a quick snack pause full o giggles and lots of talking, Mick and Yn made the path to his room. Yn had the glass they were sharing in her hand, while Mick held the wine bottle, a grin on his face watching her so carefree and happy.

“I got Frank’s vinyl, he’s your favorite, right?” Yn told Mick that Frank Ocean was one of her favorite singers when they talked about music, and though the conversation happened during their first dates before the girlfriend and boyfriend title came, Mick remembered. He was attentive to the details, especially because each small one made up who Yn was.

Yn held her breath when the first accords to Nike started playing, “Mick, I can’t believe it!” she squealed running closer to the vinyl and leaning on his side. Mick turned his head to watch her eyes glow just like her smile. “You remembered,” she whispered.

“Of course, I did, babe.”

The song filled the room, and they enjoyed the atmosphere from Mick’s rug, half sitting, half lying down. His back was propped against the bed, his legs stretched, while Yn was sitting cross-legged beside him. She would sip the wine, pass it for him, lie on his shoulders or chest, then sit back up and repeat the action. They did it in silence for about three songs, until her favorite started playing and Yn jumped from the comfort of her boyfriend’s chest.

“It’s pink and white!! C’mon, get up, let’s dance,” Yn gushed, and Mick couldn’t do anything but leave the glass on the rug and follow.

That’s the way every day goes, every time we’ve no control if the sky is pink and white, if the ground is black and yellow, Frank sang, and Yn laced her arms around Mick’s neck, slowly swaying around.

The blonde smiled, dropping his head to the curve of Yn’s neck, and closing his eyes to enjoy the way his girlfriend was humming to the song and running her nails on his scalp. Mick left warm kisses on Yn’s skin and she felt the goosebumps rise.

“This is nice,” she whispered when she felt his kiss turn into a smile on her skin.

Mick hummed back an answer then withdrew just enough to stand face to face with her. His eyes roamed around her face and stopped on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Mick purposely repeated Yn’s words from earlier and she smiled, before sealing their lips together. Their bodies pressed against each other almost like their own way of caressing. Yn could feel the pumping of Mick’s heart, the beat of the song, and her own blood rushing through her body. It felt like the best symphony she’s ever heard.

When Yn broke the kiss to drag some air into her lungs, Mick curled his arm around her waist and trailed kisses from her jaw back to her lips. She gave his hungry tongue the perfect opening and moaned when he squeezed her ass lightly. They backed up until their bodies crashed on the bed, Yn on top, Mick under her.

His hands found purchase on her waist, and Yn whimpered when she bent down to reach his lips again and her clothed pussy dragged over Mick’s crotch. He swallowed her noises in a frantic kiss, up until she did the movement again and he was the one grunting.

“You like it?” Mick asked against her lips, eyes open attentively watching Yn bite her lips on top of him. She nodded, her eyes were still closed as if trying to make the sensation last just a bit longer, and he smiled, using his hands on her waist to drag her body against his, guiding the movements at first, but giving her the reigns once she seemed to come back from the momentary bliss.

Mick bites his own lips holding back some of the profanities that would go through them, while watching Yn change the movements to circles, getting just the perfect angle. He watched as she threw her head back, he detected how her nipples were hard against her thin blouse, and Mick witnessed a particularly loud moan leave her when he pinched them between his pointer and forefinger, rolling the bud and sitting up just enough to help her discard the piece of clothing somewhere around the room. He took his time admiring her naked top right in front of him, before sucking one of her breasts and massaging the other.

Mick watched how her body would react and how her voice would change with each movement. He thrived with the knowledge that tentatively biting her nipples would turn her grinding into frantic thrusts against his hard dick.

When half of their clothes were discarded in the room, Mick switched positions, lying on top of Yn. His hands roamed around her body, discovering just how she liked to be touched, how he could pleasure her, and how her body answered to his stimulus.

“There! Yes, right there, Mick,” she pants once Mick’s fingers found her pussy, pressing her clit just right. He smiled, following her voiced directions, but also her silent commands, such as the way her hips followed his hands looking for relief.

With a quick movement, Schumacher kneels bringing Yn’s body to the edge of the bed, and pushes her legs apart, each thigh on one side of his large shoulders, his face right in front of her pussy.

Mick spread her lips and dived in, lapping her pussy entrance and taking turns to suck her clit, he did it all with his big blues eyes open, reading every response Yn let out. His focused face did it for her because the moment Yn opened her eyes to look at Mick having the time of his life between her legs all while looking for clues on how to make her feel good, she couldn’t help but buckle her hips upward searching for more, and extend her hands to caress his hair.

He made figures eight and flickered his tongue, messily lapped, fingered, and made out with her pussy like it was the best thing he was ever granted.

“Do you like it when I do this?” Mick asked, using her body’s natural lube to insert two fingers and curl them against her walls. Yn moaned his name in prayer, and he smiled, doing it again and again, until her legs started to close around his head in an attempt to reach her high faster, but also hold back his fingers. This time Yn felt his smile against her thighs, and she couldn’t help but let out one last whimper and shudder, body limp falling onto the bed.

Schumacher guided her through her climax, and Yn kept one hand on his hair, lazily massaging his scalp while he took his time kissing his way up her body.

“How do you wanna do this, Schatzi?” Mick questioned already reaching for his nightstand and tearing a condom package open.

“Can you stay on top? I’m spent after this first orgasm, and the wine,” she confessed, and he smirked, bending down to peck her lips before resting between her legs.

He grind his shaft on her entrance, gathering just enough of her juices to help him slid in. He does it cautiously, observing the way her face contracts with each inch inside until he finally bottomed. Yn laces her legs around his waist, giving him the perfect opening. Mick lets out one shaky breath before sensually thrusting, their hips snap against each other, and Yn choked when his pubic bone grazed her clit.

Mick grinds his hips against hers and goes for one, two, three thrusts before snapping his hips in a faster movement. He watches as her tits bounce, and her eyes close, and he bends down to her ear tugging on her earlobe with his teeth, and whispering “I can do whatever you want me to, love.”

Yn cries out in pleasure and snaps her hips up finding his strokes midway, grinding her clit against him, playing with her nipples, and it’s a series of these moments. There were hard, long, deep thrusts, stares, kisses, and whispers before they came apart together. Happy to learn so much about the other’s body. Happy to give and receive so much pleasure. Happy to be the other’s choice.

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forbidding-souda · 8 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do korekiyo, hajime and makoto with a shsl underground surgeon

I'm sorry if it's to much 🙏🏾

Shinguuji Korekiyo, Hajime Hinata and Makoto Naegi with a SHSL Underground Surgeon S/O

I rated american mary as 4 stars on letterboxd bc oh my goddd i love underground surgeon shit in high school i used to dream to be one.

straying from the usual formatting until I get my feeting in ykwim so this isn't gonna have the scenarios written in the indentation like i used to do. but i tried. also sorry if things are written incorrectly grammar and wording wise.

also guys send me requests rn so i can keep posting daily

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ The moment you two had your first conversation there was an immediate connection. Your actions are too vile for his sister's liking, but they were just vile enough for his. And you're very knowledgable about your studies, it's not as if you're working out of anger or malice towards normalcy. You're like him.

❤ He finds you two very similar.

❤ Oh how the two of you will have a blast talking about anatomy. You both are extremely educated and experienced in human anatomy, tearing into people, often 'fixing' them (if you believe it to be that way).

❤ Wait omg you'd be so good at finding victims for him. There can be a sweet lady who just wants teeth sharpening and you're like omg I have someone you'd want to meet.

You'll be taking off your latex gloves, wiping the blood from your face when he comes into your studio. "My dear," he announces himself so you won't get startled. As if he'd startle you anyway. You always know when people enter. He stares at the patient, alive but unconscious, on the table before glancing back at you. "I suppose you're busy?" "Depends," you turn away and focus yourself on wiping the bloody body next. "What do you need? Is it life or death?"

❤ You know about the gruesome things he can do and he knows about yours. Fairs fair. You're both doing illegal things.

❤ He finds most interest in the requests you've been given. People request you to remove their limbs? Their eyes? Their teeth? Humanity is so interesting...

❤ He'd rock a split tongue just saying.

❤ ^ Moaned.

❤ The first conversation was def you two mentioning niche body mod things from history. He wanted to use trivia to inform you on disturbing things but you'd be like "oh yeah I've done that before, easy peasy" and he's like you've what.

❤ On a cuter note, imagine teaching him all the surgical stitching patterns you know. If there's a tear in the pillow you can highkey fix it, just in a unique way.

❤ People from around the world come to you for commissions and you get to surprise them with your knowledge about their country and customs. It makes you even more popular. Where once you were admired, now you are loved. You make people feel at home.

❤ Morbid ass pictures hanging on the walls of your shared home. Crazy shit that both of you find beautiful.

❤ If you're the type to want a big wedding, imagine how insane the audience would appear to onlookers.

Hajime Hinata

❤ Yeah he knows an interesting group of people. He never thought Hope's Peak would be able to introduce him to such a versatile group. His class holds a lot of illegal activities, fair's fair. Whenever he wanted to avoid Fuyuhiko, somehow he'd end up in your view. No matter where he turned to run, there was somebody scary beside him. But unlike him, you didn't threaten him, you were kind. The stare you gave him had compassion.

❤ Everyone involved in Japanese street fashion and alternative cultures know your name. And as a man who is usually indoors, he hadn't the clue of you.

❤ You can't be too scary with the way Ibuki keeps fawning over your medical abilities like you're a superhero. And to make your credibility even more astonishing, Sonia was thoroughly pleased to hear all of the things you've done. Class 77-B would love you srry.

❤ ^ Ibuki immediately pulls up her phone to show Hajime how you gave her friend pointed ears.

❤ ^ He's like woahh I see the vision.

❤ You have a certain glow in your eyes when you get to explain your work to him. Sure, the elf ears are pleasing, but there are so many other things you can do.

❤ At least once a week you try to convince him to get some form of body mod. You should make a argumentative slideshow.

❤ Your hands are really steady. He notices this almost instantly. You have the steadiest hands he's ever seen, very different from how shaky Mikan can appear.

❤ ^ Oooo you wanna imagine you sitting on the bathroom counter doing his eyeliner so bad oooo.

❤ ^ "You'd look good with tatted eyes."

❤ ^ "No."

❤ Sometimes he'll catch you staring at him, and you do this thing where you tilt your head as if you're examining his features. You have a hawk-like stare. Though, when his eyes reach yours, you look away with a small smile. In some occasions it creeps him out but in others, he finds it flattering.

❤ You are often forced to hear the life stories of your clients, depending on their modification, some of them feel the need to justify their decision to you. It reminds you of how Hajime gets along with others so well. He's such a good listener and mediator.

❤ Last thing but. Listen okay so realistically how likely is it lore-wise that a SHSL Underground Surgeon would help implement Izuru. Very likely, right? Anywho.

Makoto Naegi

❤ Be careful with him because if he's not gonna know how to hold his tongue if he finds out some of the stuff is illegal. But he has to remind himself that he is friends with the Toko Fukawa, so his lover being an underground surgeon isn't that bad, right?

❤ It's not as if you're torturing anyone... right?

❤ Your SHSL is scary to anybody once they learn it. You just know how they'll look at you when you have to announce it yourself. But like enjoy your craft; your life's work.

❤ He researched you ahead of time, of course he did, but he stopped at the pictures of people with tatted eyeballs, it made him queasy. When he researched your name, he saw a gallery of your work. You're world renowned.

❤ You do carry photos of your work in your backpack. You have a good portfolio of things you'd do. Silicone horns, rare piercings, skin removals. Nothing murderous or bloody like he thought when you pulled out a big, scary leather folder.

❤ And you're not openly sadistic towards him, you never have been. You're likeable - loveable. Nothing like the scary monster other people claim you to be.

❤ When you explain some things you do he's like "oh, so things like nipple piercings?" and you're like "well it's a little more complicated than that-".

❤ He meets one of your patients that has lip plates and he's like ykw not as scary in person as in the photographs you showed me sweetie.

❤ When he talks to you at night, he's always scared to ask "what did you do today?"

❤ ^ Or if you're in your workshop he's scared to ask you what you're doing.

❤ He doesn't have a job, so his time is mostly free, and you always seem to be busy. You're either talking to a new client, refreshing with an old one, or working on somebody. Your life is filled with your business, but that's what makes you a SHSL, doesn't it?

❤ Can't say his family is the most stoked when learning your SHSL.

❤ Slowly but surely he'll want to be apart of your world, but sitll, he'll always get nervous around your more extreme clients. There are times where your client will enter your workshop and have another people with them, and Naegi is more likely to get along with that person, especially if they're just as unaware of this scene as he is.

❤ You think it's a bit funny.

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fridgemissionmaster · 2 months ago

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Thirteen x Reader: March Prompt/Day 5 Spring

Prompt list/available prompt requests here, making a fic everyday of march

“MC… Oi, MC, breakfasts ready.”

Soft padding footfalls… creek, click

…

Fine, time to get up. With a groan you slowly sat up, just letting the quilt and sheets slide off you. The time difference between the Devildom and the human world always threw you for a loop. With a long yawn you stretched, hearing things pop and crack.

Already you could hear some scuffling from downstairs, so you opted to shuffle towards the closet and get dressed, you were far too groggy for their nonsense just yet.

“MC, you better get down quick or Mammon’s going to open your package.”

Package? “What?”

…

Seems he already left. Fine your curiosity was piqued, you could deal with chaos now. You rushed getting ready, quickly hopping down those steps. In the living room, on the coffee table before the couch was a big box, with a letter on top of it addressed to you. Weird, A. you hadn’t ordered anything and B. you and the brothers had only been here for a week so you doubted any mail addressed to you could already have been rerouted to here, or dropped off by your friend so… Just what was this? Mammon practically hovered over the thing, while Satan rested in a lounge chair reading, Belphie napped on the couch. You chose to ignore the scuffle between Lucifer, Beelzebub and Asmo in the kitchen, instead examining the box.

“Yo, what ‘cha got?” The demon’s eyes sparkled, before he could continue Satan bumped the top of his head with the book the forth born was just reading as he got up.

“Leave MC be.”

“Ey! What’s so wrong about askin’!?”

… And while those two began to squabble you picked up the letter.

Odd, didn’t feel like there was much inside. You couldn’t help but smile though, this was the perfect opportunity to break out your girlfriend’s present. An odd one for her, it seeming more tame at a glance, Little All-in-One Life Saver Number Seven, simply a multipurpose tool like the one she made to make making traps easier and faster without having the need for a large tool box. It was a bit more versatile than the average one though like with the mini flame thrower function, and it just so happened to have a rather sharp letter/box opener blade.

“Thank you Little All-in-One Life Saver Number Seven.” And with that it was oh so simple to open the envelope.

… “Huh.”

The pair of demon settled, instead now perching themselves on your shoulders looking to the note. ‘open outside’ was all that could be read. You shrugged your shoulders going to take the box out front with a pair of followers in tow asking what exactly this is. The box had a good heft to it, but not so much that you couldn’t carry it for a minuet.

It was dropped with a thud a few paces away from the front door. Then, kneeling before it, you began to slice at the tap-

“WWWHHHHAAAAAAAA”

“MC!”

Wind crashing, footing lost, vision blurred and spinning, your panicked screaming would have continued, however even while being tossed into the air, it died down hearing that dreamy cackle.

“PERFECT, YES! MISS SPRING SPRUNG NUMBER FIVE WORKED PERFECTLY!”

“THIRTEEN!”

“Hey darling~!”

A squealing laughter escaped you as you were held tight and close, a kiss pressed to your cheek.

“Uh, thirteen, THIRTEEN!”

“Hold on tight!”

You did just that, instinct taking over too terrified to look as you came crashing down, burrowing your face into her shoulder.

“WAH!” One, two, three bounces back into the air, the next much shorter than the other till finally it stopped.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You sat up, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart, giving Thirteen a moment to fix her now completely disheveled hair. The pair of you sat on a large trampoline. Like the mansion it was near town but far enough that should magical transgressions happen it shouldn’t be too noticeable, like a giant trampoline in a forest, or a pair of people flying through the air.

“I have to admit, when you said you’d take me out for breakfast I assumed you’d somehow teleport me back to the Devildom or something.”

“And make you miss being back in the human world? No way!” Thirteen helped you to your feet, keeping you steady as you refound your footing and when the nausea hit you.

Soon you managed to get to the rode side and took the bus merrily chatting away about the goings on of the past few days. About how Mephisto was thinking of following this impromptu vacation of Diavolo’s to do an article of the spring festival or how just yesterday Diavolo and Mammon almost blew up the mansion.

It was nice getting to be with Thirteen again, feeding one another bites of Dutch pancakes and lingonberry crepes, beside the window watching as people walked by, a twinge of pride as people looked your way that such a gorgeous, smart, and kind woman was your partner, cheeks getting flushed realizing people were probably also noticing the dark red clean lipstick mark on your cheek. It was so nice.

Walking hand in hand through the park watching as a stage and decorations were being set up something just dawned on you. Leaves beginning to bud on trees, flowers and grass pocking out of the melting snow, this changing, shifting, this in-between, life and death in love, that was something that made being here truly special, something the Devildom or Celestial realm could ever have.

“Hmm? MC?” You didn’t let go of her hand, crouching down, plucking one of those blooms. You held it up to her, the little white bell like blossoms made more a lovely contrast against the sunset that was her hair. She smiled, calling you cute as you tucked it behind her ear.

“Absolutely lovely.” Tenderly your fingers traced down her ear, and across the jaw till landing on her chin.

Your trance was interrupted hearing yelling in the distance. “Oh, it’s those brothers. They’re probably looking for you.”

“Want to join us, my room’s a little too big for just me.”

Yes! You got an amused chuckle out of her. “You know what, sure.”

“Perfect! Now let’s go find them before they go tearing down the place.”

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c1phyb4ra · 2 years ago

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𓆩Ghost NSFW Alphabet𓆪

Pairing: Ghost x afab!reader

⟬Hi hi, I just spent most of my shift working on this haha. My requests are open so feel free to spam it. Hope you enjoy!⟭

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

❧ He can't fall asleep easily so he'll take care of you and clean you up. Do you wat a snack? A drink? Some cuddles? You got it. He'll hold you closely, his natural body heat enveloping you like a warm blanket.

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

❧ Simon probably has no love towards himself. His self esteem is practically none existent. If he had to chose though, he'd go with his hands. His large hands dwarfing yours, his hands caressing your body, his hands fingering you. Hands are just so versatile that he finds some appreciation in it.

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

❧ He likes to cum on your tummy, and inside you (as long as you're on the pill or have plan b at hand, he doesn't want children anytime soon. Maybe one day if you are willing to.) He feels like finishing inside of you is like a connection of both of your natural secretions. Your DNA and his mixing together as you lay there connected like two puzzle pieces.

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

❧ While he doesn't like to mix his work with his personal life with you, he still lowkey wants you to call him lieutenant in bed. Also cockwarming. He really wants to but he doesn't want to bother you with his own desires, so you'll have to bring it up first.

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

❧ Not very experienced. He's had a shag here and there but he struggles to feel comfortable with people enough to be tha exposed. He has an insecurity of not being able to get it up because of how closed off he is to people, but that's not actually a problem when he's with you. You always get his motor going.

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

❧ Good ol' missionary does the job, he loves being able to see your fucked out face. Loves to kiss any tears of pleasure away. Eye contact during this also has him desperately rutting into you as you share a living yet intense pleasure filled gaze. Although he also likes to do the pretzel dip position to mix things up. He's always open to trying new ones though.

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

❧ He's already a very stoic person as it is. Plus his jokes aren't the best. (Ex. "There are two fish in a tank, one turns to the other and says 'y'know how to drive this thing?'" Yes that's a canon voiceline.) So no jokes from him. He's focused in the moment and on pleasing you. No room for terrible jokes.

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

❧ He keeps it neat. Not completely clean shaven but he does prefer to have it trimmed.

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

❧ Soft and sweet. He's a gentle giant with you instead of the deadly killing machine he is on the field. He'll softly run his calloused hands over your body, committing your entire body to memory as he lovingly fucks you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

❧ He doesn't do it particularly often. His sex drive is always suppressed when he's on the field so it's rare for him to take a moment and touch himself while thinking of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

❧ Major body worship lover. Both giving and receiving. Total praise kink, even the most innocent of compliments or encouragement can get him going. Pet names too.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

❧ The bedroom where he feels the safest with you, knowing that you two are alone with you love. Although he does enjoy taking you over his desk, the kitchen counter, and the dinner table.

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

❧ Compliments, light touches, caressing his face or kissing his scars from bullet/stab wounds, or wearing his clothes. Little things like that makes everything seem so real to Simon that he can't help but want to take you right then and there.

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

❧ Anything that'll leave you bleeding or in pain. He can't bring himself to hurt you even if you want him to. When he leaves cruises from being a little too rough, hell always apologize despite you reassuring him that the bruises didn't bother you and that you actually liked them. Knife and gun play are out of the question, he do set want to see such cruel objects next to his lover.

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

❧ This man is a GIVER!!! Maybe it stems from his deep rooted fear of not being good enough or failing, but he just gets so much more turned on where he's between your legs, using his fingers and tongue to tease you.

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

❧ While he can be rough, he likes to take his time with you. He loves seeing your face as he slowly thrusts, his large cock lovingly stroking your slick velvety walls.

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

❧ He doesn't mind them as much as he thought he would. He enjoys being there to give you pleasure anytime you want. Although he definitely prefers proper bedroom sex, he's okay with giving you a quick fuck.

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

❧ He's okay with it, and is always open to new ideas as long as the don't involve anything dangerous. The first time you sat on his face had him addicted so he's more open on trying new positions.

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

❧ He's a highly skilled as trained solider, part of his aptitude test to join the SAS was testing his stamina and endurance. He can go for as long as you need to, so in the end it's up to you.

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

❧ He never had any interest in them until you came along. He'll accompany you to an adult store and see what sort of thing you could try. He liked when you used a bullet vibrator on his dick, while peppering it with kisses. He's also definitely used a remote control vibrator on you while your doing normal things like cleaning.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

❧ He enjoys seeing your blushing face as you beg for him to touch you, hold you, fuck you. He'll of course oblige but he'll take his sweet time, wanting to get you exited for what's to come. (Pun intended)

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

❧ He's quiet yet he'll let out the prettiest whimpers when he's feeling especially vulnerable. For the most part though, he'll be groaning or grunting. He also growls in such an arousing manner.

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

He has a folder full of pictures of you going about your daily activities. They're for the most part normal (pictures of you baking, walking in the grocery store, eating, sleeping, all taken consenually) and he'll look through that folder when he's feeling depressed. It awalsy makes him so happy to think of you just existing. He has some raunchy photos too, (your face as you cum, his fingers knuckle deep in your core, your body covered in his gentle love bites, etc). On the rare occasion he does masturbate, he'll be using these photos to help get him off.

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

❧ Look at the size of this man. He's gotta be a solid 7.8 inches when soft, and 8.2 when hard. It's gonna be a bit on the thicker side too. His tip is always a pretty shade of pink, and the vines running along the side of his cock are sensitive. Ghost has a weapon of pussy destruction, tbh. You can see the bulge through his jeans even when soft. Takes a lot of foreplay to prep you, but he still uses lube just to he safe. After a while though, you'll get accommodate to his size.

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

❧ Very low when ok deployment, but when he's back home with you the first few days will he very active. You'll be getting dicked down every day and sometimes twice in one day. Although he'll calm down after a bit and just focuse on taking you on dates or loving you in other gentler manners.

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

❧ His insomnia and paranoia make it hard to sleep so he'll stay up after you've fallen asleep and watch over you, until he dozes off.

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inventors-fair · 3 months ago

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Fascinating Specimens: Brave New Beasties Runners Up

Our runners up this week are @corporalotherbear, @grornt, and @real-aspen-hours!

@corporalotherbear — Furnaceshell Snail

Okay, first off, making a volcano snail into a completely literal volcano snail is already an inspired idea. The effect doesn't let it down, either. I love the constant tension here with the abilities. Do you keep a bunch of artifacts around to maintain a high toughness, do you throw everything into its maw for big damage, or do you hover at a sort of balance? This is further supported by the toughness being constant but the power only coming in short bursts, and any shift needs to be thought through. Plus, as a baseline, an artifact that comes with three artifact tokens is nothing to turn your nose up at for a dedicated strategy. On that, though, good call on the treasures being tapped, as that prevents it from immediately refunding a chunk of its cost but still leaves immediate devouring on the table.

@grornt — Reefbloom Nudibrach

Huge common creatures with landcycling are practically a staple of sets nowadays, and I think the sets are all the better for them. Historically however, their cycling costs have been generic to help you to get *in* to their colors in the early game. This fella completely flips the script, by using your access to green in order to branch out into other colors. The mechanics also pair wonderfully with the flavor text, which is a rare treat. After all, the most likely reason this stayed in your hand long enough to cast it is because you already have the lands it would give you, and thus the reef is healthy enough to sustain it. When it comes to that casting though, hoo boy. I was briefly worried that the body might actually be too good given the inherent versatility of landcycling, and while I've backed down from that extreme I'm still a bit scared. A common threat that both replaces itself and give you a bit more life to work with while also being completely fine to draw early is worth its weight in gold in limited.

@real-aspen-hours — Razorwing Packleader

Is this here at least partially because my bias towards archaeopteryx? Yes. Do I particularly care? Mmm, no. Still, as much as I love them this card definitely earned the consideration I'm giving it. It's a heck of a mythic, creating an evasive board-in-a-box that threatens to rapidly spiral out of control if left unchecked, and can even come back for a slightly diminished second round. While no longer powering itself up as well, becoming a noncreature artifact does make it a fair bit harder to remove, so it's not too unrealistic to actually get more uses out of it like that. I also appreciate how natural the curve of abilities is. Play it on four, power up the board on five when the pack can swing, and if it dies in the line of duty you're equipped to just bring it back the next turn. Neat!

And that's the end of our safari. As usual, I'll be in the discord for the rest of the day taking requests for additional commentary, so don't be shy! —@spooky-bard

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair #commentary #runners up #new animal contest

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"K – LETTER STORY"

SILVER: "ANSWER"

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Yatogami Kuro was sitting in front of the tea table, worried.

It all started with a postcard he received yesterday from his brother, Mishakuji Yukari.

On the back of the table, placed on a tea table, was a photograph of the brothers posing as if they were blending into a picturesque foreign landscape (Kuro only knew it was a European street corner), as if it were a painting, and above you can see the elegant strokes of the fountain pen added to it.

The content is simple, with a few lines of recent information and a postscript.

For those who have been keeping up to date, there are anecdotes about where he stayed, how his roommate has grown, and his interactions with the other person who appears from time to time. His short, witty one-liners always remind him of Mishakuji's versatility.

(This is good.)

What bothers Kuro is the P.S., just a word.

He said,

"Thanks for your answer."

"......"

The address of the place where he will be staying is also written on the front of the postcard. Regardless of the moral argument for hanging his head, that nerve is very fraternity-like. But anyway,

(Should I respond as requested?)

His head bowed at that difficult question.

The battle of the past had finally been resolved, and the dispute should have been resolved... Not all of his bad feelings have dissipated... but at least he is no longer the subject of blatant denial... but he can't even say that his relationship is good enough to casually exchange letters.

(However, it is rude to leave it unattended and something is wrong here...)

He suddenly realized this and instinctively hit his knee.

(Yes, from here too!)

Like his brother, he wrote about people close to him. That's perfect for a return sword that doesn't add unnecessary emotions. He's sure everyone will be intrigued, even his brother.

(Let us begin.)

He grabbed a notepad and pen from the desk next to him and started writing a draft.

[Adolf K. Weismann, also known as the ''Silver King'' Isana Yashiro, whom I once considered his master and who now stands by my side as a friend, earned a strange nickname like ''German-Sensei'' in honor of assuming his position as professor.]

(Mmm, that's strange.)

Just by writing the minimum of information, and even a few notes, he filled a space the size of a postcard.

(Well, Shiro is a special man... if that's the case.)

He carefully tore off one note and wrote on the second.

[Neko transferred to Ashinaka High School with his real name, Ameno Miyabi, and causes commotion around her regardless of whether she uses supernatural powers or not. To clean up after that, Shiro and I ran out...]

(Hmm, what do you mean?)

He filled out another page.

(I guess Neko often acts like a cat...)

In that case, he would like to broaden the scope a little more and write about Kukuri Yukizome... no, his brother doesn't know about her, nor about Toru Hieda... a person who was involved with the "Green King".

"No, why?!"

Unbeknownst to him, a cry of agony escaped him.

The advice came slightly from behind.

"I think it's best to let go of unnecessary pretensions and just write as you want."

"It's not an unnecessary pretense. It's the way you should behave..."

After answering normally, Kuro turned around.

Before he knew it, Shiro had returned home and was stacking the books he took out of his bag on his desk. Likewise, Neko, still in her human form, was curled up in bed and yawning.

Kuro avoids unnecessary interactions with these two people he knows well (although he thought that, if he didn't take off Neko's uniform quickly, it would take him longer to iron it).

"I found out why I was trying to talk back to my brother."

Shiro let out a sigh.

"Well, I've been thinking about that since you got the postcard yesterday. When I got home, I found you moaning in front of your notebook, so I can understand why you're worried about the wording."

"Umm, squishy, squishy, squishy, all over again. Nyahahahaha."

Riding a horse, Neko lay down and adopted a series of poses that seemed to imitate another person.

Shiro hesitantly told his friend, who accepted his misfortune with a bitter face, an inference that could be another blow.

"I was also thinking about this all day... that person named Mishakuji Yukari."

"What?"

"Maybe he added that word to mock Kuro, in anticipation that you would worry like that?"

Kuro was about to say "Gah!" and he sat upright.

Intuitively, he was sure that Shiro was right.

That's what his brother might be able to do.

A few days later.

Kuro eventually recovered and, feeling depressed and confused, wrote only a poem of his own in response.

[There is no communication between us, but we have a supportive relationship.]

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