#they’re nice but they’re also intimidating pretty girls

[kenntolog]

hello, dear author! i do feel like that loser gf is the kind of person that can’t say no so some of her classmates took advantage of that, and of course, loser gf won’t notice that but sukuna would. can you write something about that? i’m just so inlove with the way you write about the two of them :) thank you!

𝝑𝝔 an: hello, my sweet reader!! thank you so much <33 hope you enjoy!!

anyways, so i agree with your statement.

sukuna adores and kinda hates how kind you are to everyone around you, no matter what. because people are mean and they like to use kind people, y’know? :((

and he sees it very clearly with your classmates from the classes which he doesn’t share with you because no one dares approach you with that kind of request with sukuna around. it’s not that sukuna intentionally scares them, but he marks his territory well with an arm thrown over your shoulders and an intimidating expression on his face whenever he isn’t particularly focused on you.

but either way, sukuna still catches onto the fact that people around you are using you. of course, he notices that you’re writing in someone else’s notebook and sometimes you stay late doing a lot of stuff and whenever he wonder what’re you up to, you just mumble something about doing ‘(enter classmate’s name)’s something something’, and if at first it’s not that concerning, he kind of starts suspecting a little later.

mostly because your sense of responsibility doesn’t let you ditch homework for a while to spend time with him, but also why the fuck would you do someone else’s homework?

soon enough sukuna starts appearing by your side a little earlier than usual; and as he approaches, he manages to overhear some girls and sometimes guys being thankful to you for their stuff. after being a witness of a couple of more similar situations it clicks fast in his brain that it isn’t just a little help and you’re being to sweet to people who don’t deserve it at all.

so he takes the matter into his own hands and starts a conversation as soon as he sees you huffing over someone’s notebook once again.

“y’should really cut that out, loser.” he says with disdain in his tone, settling down on the bed by your side.

you look up at him with a questioning look, pen between your teeth, “hm?”

“they know you won’t say ‘no’ so they’re using you.”

sukuna’s tone implies that it’s an obvious thing and everyone can see it. everyone but you. you’re still doubtful though, brows pinching upwards as your bottom lip juts out defensively.

“but what if they really need help? and if they’re approaching me it means i’m helpful and smart, right? and maybe they wanna be friends! right, ‘kuna?”

he purses his lips and silently shakes his head no.

that makes you think about all of the times people came to you for help. same people who laughed at the way you stuttered during presentations, same people who gave you tasteless looks from afar and thought you wouldn’t notice. same people who never really talked to you if it didn’t mean asking a question about lesson or something like that.

but they were being so nice when asking for help with their work! some even joked around before asking and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you were doing something right? as much as you didn’t want to do more work, you didn’t want people to think you were mean or rude, which kind of concealed the fact that those people were the unkind ones.

you come to that realisation pretty quickly, putting away the notebook in your hands as you look up at sukuna, “oh.”

“yeah.”

“that’s kinda mean, ‘kuna.”

“yeah, baby,” he sighs heavily, pleased with you, and tugs you closer so you can rest your head on his chest. “i gotta teach you how to say no, but for now, i’ll help you deal with those shitheads tomorrow, alright?”

“alright.”

needless to say, as soon as someone approaches you the next day to ask about their request — boom, sukuna appears out of nowhere and tells them to fuck off. and you gradually learn that it’s okay to say no, whatever the request or reasoning is, it’s really fine.

[lady-assnali]

Today I’m thinking about Lemon being Jan and Marcia’s cousin and the three of them being absolute silly goose delinquents when Lemon comes to visit

Also thinking about the absolutely hilarious brand of hell it would be to have the three of them in the same room vying for attention. Just three little affluent princesses, and they’re lucky their tastes don’t overlap a ton because of course they’re all lesbians.

[peachyjeonss]

SUNKISSIN’ | J.JK

© peachyjeonss 2023. Do not repost and modify unless permitted to  

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Jungkook x Lifeguard!Reader    

Genre: strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers, Smut

Warnings: Reader has a belly piercing, mentions of getting high, Jk and reader have nose piercings, size kink, slight daddy kink, Jk is pretty dominant even when it’s not sexual, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), readers kind of a bitch at first, Jk is also kind of a dick at first, clueless reader at times, Jk gets jealous, jk eats her out, reader gets jk off, ass slapping, reader gets bent over the kitchen counter, reader’s kind of a spoiled brat, brat-taming, choking, tummy bulge, praise, degradation, cum eating, brat tamer jk, dirty talk, slight exhibition, Jk is kind of an aggressive person (not in a toxic way obv), 

Rating: M

Synopsis: Summer has begun and so has your job as a lifeguard at the Stillwells Country Club  — Which means; sunny weather, blue pools and cute bathing suits! You’re looking forward to it; just another normal summer working with friends, but your summer takes a turn when you see his sweet eyes and intimidating stature at the staff car wash.

A/N: This is my first posttt, here’s the teaser!

His sunglasses lean on the tip of his nose as he looks up at the sky, breathing out.

“This is the most relaxed I’ve seen you in a minute.” Yoongi laughs, sitting next to him as he lathers sunscreen on his pale arms.

“Yeah, surprisingly work hasn’t come to my mind yet.” Jungkook admits, letting out a breathless chuckle as he kicks his feet in the water.

Yoongi hums, “Me neither, and I’m not even a sun person.”

“That’s what the rich life does to you, I guess.” Nari giggles, swimming to them.

Taehyung follows suit, pushing his falling sunglasses back up his nose. “Yeah, I’m about to order a pina-colada just ‘cause.”

“Don’t abuse the free membership either.” Jungkook warns, looking back down at his friend. “It was nice of her to do this for us.”

“Yeah, Aya’s always been pretty sweet.” Taehyung agrees, “She has her spoiled moments though, can't take the rich out of the girl completely.”

Nari smiles, “She’s better than me, I wouldn’t even interact with you peasants if I had country club money.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re not rich.” Yoongi teases, “You’d be horrible.”

“I suppose.” Nari shrugs, looking around before her mouth falls into an O, “This resort even has good-looking lifeguards...”

Jungkook cocks a brow at her, last time he remembers the lifeguard was some scrawny dude with a permanent scowl. Looking up, Jungkook sits up quickly, pushing his sunglasses over his head at the familiar figure he sees switching seats with the old lifeguard. 

“Isn’t that the girl you checked out the other day?” Yoongi asks, his eyes raking over your body shamelessly, making Jungkook shove him gently.

“Yeah, it is.” Jungkook smirks, watching as you offer some kids a cute smile, telling them to watch their step as they run. Even in the basic red swimsuit the lifeguards were required to wear you still somehow managed to look like sin. “She’s friends with Aya, right?”

“Yeah, they're actually really close.” Taehyung says in a forgetful manner, too preoccupied in doggy paddling around his friends. “Been friends since middle school.”

“Shit, so they're like sisters then.” Nari corrects, “Middle school to college is cool, they saw each other get out of the awkward stage.”

“If she even had one.” Jungkook laughs, still eyeing you.

“They say the prettiest girls have the most awkward phases.” Nari shrugs, “I mean, look at me, gorgeous and my awkward stage was horrendous.”

“Yeah, sure.” Yoongi laughs, wincing when Nari pinches his leg.

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[kozumesphone]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[freemansgirl]

Loved the jock Amber, how about her with a nerd reader?

aww thank you, that means a lot to me! ofc, i can do jock!ambs x nerd!reader, love the brains x brawns duo we got going on here💁🏿‍♀️ pls lmk if you like this, anon ☺️

jock!amber x nerd!reader

SFW

* when first seeing amber, you found her really attractive, even if a jock wasn’t the typical person you go for based off the rumors you hear of them or how they are portrayed in media. what started off as a small, innocent class crush turned into a very, serious crush. you always wanted to talk to her, but she was someone that had a very hard exterior to her. she could be bitchy to other classmates and always had a resting bitch face. as intimidating as she was, she found herself taking in interest in you.

* most of her teammates in the locker room would encourage amber to get with popular “hot” girls or a girl with a status to her. just the typical locker room talk but she ignored them of course. “what about that liv girl, isn’t she hot to you?” “i appreciate the suggestion but i got my eyes on someone else.”

* she always sneaks little glances at you during class, admiring how cute you look. you looked so pretty when concentrating on the class subject. she admired how smart you were too, you always had the answers to every question the teacher asked.

* she took notice of you in class when the teacher suggested a group assignment. it was the perfect opportunity for her to talk to you. amber picked you as her partner. not only were you just smart and well-spoken, but you were beautiful and kept to yourself. more things that she liked about you.

* you felt nervous because you always caught her checking you out with her rbf so the fact she picked you caught you off guard. however, amber was… surprisingly level-headed and nice, not the typical airhead, loud, and mean jock stereotype.

* the two of you exchanged numbers and always would try to make time to study after school to prepare for the group project. usually, amber would never really take time off of football practice for anyone, because she was someone who took sports seriously, but for you, she did. amber helps with grabbing whatever books you needed and would assist w the work for the group project.

* when it came to you two being group partners, amber wanted to get closer so she’d invite you over at her place.

* when she learned about your interests, she found them really cool actually. she liked hearing you ramble and get so passionate, she finds it adorable. there wasn’t any judgment whatsoever. she liked that your interests weren’t like the stereotypical, average person’s interests.

* “amber? are you there? am i boring you with my constant talking about my interests? i know they’re a bit… “nerdy” and all.” what? no. of course not, i love hearing you talk about these things.” she thinks you are the cutest nerd she has ever seen. if anything, you’re her cute nerd🤷🏿‍♀️.(she cant rlly judge you anyway considering she is a big fan for stab. shes just as much of a nerd as you.)

* when seeing you write notes for anything, she compliments your handwriting

* thinks you look cute with glasses if you wear them

* she likes to get you things related to what you like. favorite book series? already checked it out at the library. favorite movie series? buys it for movie nights at her place. video games? already installed on a console. whatever it is you like, she’ll find a way to surprise you.

* she has definitely gotten you a cute oversized onesie of a fictional character you love before, thinks you look so cute walking around her room in it.

* loves to take off and manage her time for you. if you need help w something, she is always there for you especially w studying. she also likes to go to you for any type of tutoring.

*walks you to all of your classes, hand in hand with a lot of pride in her face because she adores having you!!

* takes you home if no one can after you spend a long time studying a library or from some type of club. she doesn’t want you to walk alone hurt and unsafe.

* she likes to invite you to her football practices and to football games because she feels like seeing you support her gives her motivation to win the games.

* she always gives you one of her jackets or a hoodie of hers to provide you some sort of comfort.

* if any of her friends try to tease amber about how she has the hots for you (because usually she’s not the corny type but with you she is), she’ll lightly throw a football at them to shut them up.

* if anyone talks badly or inappropriately about you in the locker room, she’ll literally go off on them and find a way to punish them as a football captain. she’ll probably make them do hella pushups with her foot on their back or make them run around the gym a lot of times.

NSFW

* sapiosexual for sureee, i think she’d get very turned on by how smart you are. i mean how can she not be in a nerd x jock dynamic?

* so unlike the stereotypical pushy, overly sexual jock, who try to make their girlfriends give it up to them… amber is actually very gentle with you. she’d never push or force herself onto you. she’s patient and willing to wait for when you’re comfortable with her.

* likes to fuck you with her jersey on, it gives her the biggest ego boost honestly. also she likes fucking you with glasses on bc you know… glasses are sexy🤭

* during study sessions at the library, if amber is in one of her horny moods, she’d try to persuade you to go the bathroom w her and just give her a quickie. or just go there for horny moods in general

* for any shy ppl reading this, amber would love if youre shy and quiet in bed. it’s just a turn on for her and it makes her wanna fuck you even more just to draw more moans from you.

* after she wins a game, fucking you is one of her favorite ways to celebrate

* if you’re trying to study or just simply doing work at a library, amber would definitely use a sex toy vibrator on you to tease you. the more she can switch the settings, the better :)

* after a long aggravating football practice of someone pissing her off, she’d had sex too to just blow her steam. it can be at the locker rooms or at her place tbh.

* gym bathroom sex happens after you watch her work out and you get sooo turned on by how she works on her muscles. “i see you checking me out, (your name). if you want something from me, do be afraid to say what it is you want.” the something meaning sex

* shower sex

* likes to probably eat you out while you’re watching like a favorite movie of yours just to tease and to make enjoying fave movie even more fun ;)

[kooberryfields4ever]

releasing a little earlier than anticipated cos it’s 4:30am and i can’t sleep cos i’m busy thinking abt jay ….. i was sooo excited to work on this one icl😭😭 jay nsfw alphabet will be a ride (literally) 🙏 jake up next and then enha hyung line is finished nd i’ll probs start teasing fics/drabbles …. & i’ll probs release ones for jk/soobieboobie too so if ur interested in them pls look out🥺

content warning : nsfw below the cut, dom/sub vibes, ddlg, breeding, spanking/bdsm (minor) etc etc

MDNI !

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

jay is a very attentive and romantically in-tune guy !!! despite how rough he likes to be with ur body he’ll always make sure ur perfectly looked after when he’s done using u

and boy will he use u…… like aftercare is very much necessary….. more on that later :3

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

fingers………… guitarist…… need i elaborate???

and he’s so good with them too like to the point where some nights u beg him to just use his fingers to get u off

his favourite body part of urs is ur ass :3

just loves seeing how red it gets when he spanks u to tears

the way it jiggles after he slaps it n it just feels so good to play with it n grab it n spread it so he can get a perfect view of ur holes all creamy for him :((

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

very clean abt it, likes using condoms so he can throw away what’s necessary and there’s less to clean up

but on the off chance that he’s feeling particularly primal :))

expect to be fucked absolutely to the brim w his cum :))

like i’m talking no holding back full breeding kink jongseong mode, wants to see u full enough to carry a baby even tho ur on the pill nd the chances r so low &lt;;/3

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

has maybe thought abt babytrapping u once or twice😄😄 he can’t help it :(( the thought of u with a beautiful round belly and swollen tits makes his mouth water :(( just wants u bred so perfectly, wants to make u a mummy so bad…..

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

i think jay is one of those naturally gifted sex havers

like i don’t think he watches porn much and like everyone else i’ve spoken abt i think it’s too early into their career and they’re too busy to experience much in their own schedules

but he just gets it,,,,,, like he knows his own vibes and he knows what he’s into and he’s VERY in tune with his partners

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

reverse cowgirl :3

loves to see that fat ass bounce while he fucks u from below….

gives him a god opportunity to pull u back against his chest n wrap his fingers around ur throat too

drives him crazy seeing u get lightheaded while he pounds into ur pussy

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

defos a more serious lover but not in a sunghoon way, more intimidating….

i just see him getting rly turned on when u listen to his instructions and take what he says seriously outside of sex, so i feel like it would apply during as well

but not necessarily always serious

like there are days he feels less dom and just wants to fuck his girl nice and slow, feel u squeeze around him, that’s when he’ll be open to a few giggles and having fun

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

in between hoon and heeseung methinks

like not fully shaven but def trims shorter and more regularly than hee

feels more masculine with hair nd kind of likes when he sees ur nose buried in his bush when u give him head

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

he’s very romantic &lt;3

sex is passion and love and seduction and jay wants to make sure that even when he’s being rough and a little bit mean u know he loves u beyond what he could possibly articulate

so yeah expect candles and roses and slow sensual music while he drives himself deep into ur cunt

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to have a wank every now and again, for his health x

not shy to call u up or text u (sext u) when he wants to get off and ur not around

just be prepared for videos of him jerking it from start to finish where all u can hear is the slickness of his cock in his hand and his quick breaths while he tells u how bad he misses that cunt of urs, wants to fuck his cute little girl so bad….

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

don’t shoot me

a little bit of ddlg

discovered it one night randomly when u guys were discussing ur future and having children and u referred to him as “a daddy” offhandedly

made his cock instantly hard, he just knew that second he had to fuck u and fill u with his cum and get u to call him daddy again the whole night like a good little girl

also think he’d be major into giving praise, not much of a degrader but if ur being a stubborn little girl don’t expect him to be nice about it….

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bed.

yawnnnnn kooberry will u ever say anything different

no >:( enha hyung line to me (minus jake) want to share their intimacy with nothing but the bedroom !!!!!

like why fuck u anywhere but in his bed where he knows nobody else can see his little girl while he pounds into her tight pussy and works her clit until she’s cumming around his cock again and again :((

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

when ur being rly attentive and good for him, like without realising

like if he tells u to get something from the fridge for him and u do it without question…..

takes all of his willpower to not stop cooking and bend u over the kitchen counter to stuff u full of his fingers nd praise u for being such a good girl for daddy :3

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

probably heavy degradation, calling u a slut, whore etc

i think the worst he’d say is “stop being such a fucking brat” nd that’s if ur testing his patience like pushing his buttons to no end (which he enjoys sometimes)

would also probably start fucking u harder and faster in apology while spanking ur ass beet red for being a brat

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

prefers giving. loves treating u good and making sure ur looked after before him

it’s not sex with jeongseong if u havent orgasmed at least once before he fucks u

maybe even twice

likes receiving too, loves when u relax ur throat around him and let him use his hands to guide u nd fuck ur throat a little

especially when u gag a little omfg. drives him crazy with need like …. ur letting him use ur mouth soooo well like a good girl

defos still more of a giver

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

fast and VERY rough

like shoving ur face into the pillow to get u to shut the fuck up while he pounds into u kind of rough

can’t have anyone else hear how good his little girl takes his cock can he ???? then he’d rly have to punish u

flips u onto ur back so he can pin ur legs against the side of ur head and shove himself deeper and deeper while sucking on ur nipples and rubbing ur clit aggressively

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

he would, by this point he’s an expert with ur pussy and knows he can make u cum easily if ur both needy but on a time crunch

like i can picture him shoving u into the supply cupboard at mubank before prerecording and pressing u against the wall…. has to apologise over and over again for the stretch cos he can’t open u up properly rn but it’s okay cos ur already so wet he can just slide right in anyway :(( and then his fingers are already at ur clit or tweaking ur nipples so u cum first <3 nd he can get u on ur knees and shove his length down ur throat until he finishes with no mess :3

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

sure, risk is a part of the fun ;)

would gladly take u in semi-public places like a fitting room or an unlocked dressing room bc it turns him on thinking about the ways he can get u to shut the fuck up

like how deep can he fuck u while ur mouth is gagged with ur panties ?? the answer is VERY

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

honestly takes him a long time to cum so i don’t necessarily see him wanting to go multiple rounds when ur always so spent after the first from how long he plays with u and fucks u

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

owns them for u and u only

stuff like a small paddle or different vibrator wands cos sometimes he wants to try something new and get u to cum harder, like a challenge to himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases when he feels like a) u need punishment, or b) he’s feeling like a bit of a dickhead

likes to thrust his raw dick up and down ur wet folds while he opens up the condom wrapper, just to hear u beg a little

but if u beg hard enough (and call him daddy) he’ll forget the condom all together and just slide into u raw nd give his little girl exactly what she needs :((

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

rly low grunts

i just don’t think he’s very vocal otherwise, maybe when he’s praising u or telling u how bratty ur being

but otherwise it’s just his deep sexy grunts

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

u nd him r cooking in the kitchen when his phone rings…. his hands r all messy so he asks u to go answer it and of course like the good girl u are, u obey immediately :3 nd u look so cute when u answer, covering the microphone to whisper “it’s jake” to him, that he can’t help but rinse off his fingers immediately and pin u to the wall……. n he’s being so dirty :(( and unfair :(((( and whispering shit in ur ear like “daddy’s good girl, answering the phone for me, ur not gonna let him hear u now tho are u??” while u try to hold back moans n he shoves his fingers past ur waistband :(((

and jake’s just as confused !!!!! “y/n??? u good??? where’s jay??” he questions while jay plays with ur pussy and kisses at ur neck, telling u to answer

he’s so mean :((( u just have to tell jake to call back later he’s too busy!!!!! hanging up and tossing the phone to the side so jay can finish u off ^_^

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

slightly above average length, not too girthy

made to shove himself deep and fill u up just enough to beg for more :3

circumcised !

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

pretty average, needs to fuck u at least once a week if he can

can do without for a while but just be careful when ur back around him bc there’ll be some subconscious pent up energy there….

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he falls asleep quite easily after sex

likes to clean u up and give u a massage and some food n drink but as soon as he’s done all that and cuddled up next to u he’s out like a light

[velvetmud]

I'm OBSESSED with your writing for Joel. I loved the Stanley Kubrick fic. Could you write one with Joel taking nasty photos *Love you*!

thank you thank you !!! I’m so glad eeeeeeeee

sorta thinking of this one as like another version to my other porn filmer joel fic

warning(s): explicit 18+, dirty talk, etc

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“Just lift that up a little. Only what you wanna show. Yeah, atta girl. That’s perfect.”

It started ever since you plopped yourself in his lap, and Joel hasn’t been able to resist himself. He also refused to keep his hands in one place. They’re on the back of your neck, pulling you down for your lips to meet his. They’re rubbing down your back and squeezing his favorite softer parts. Soon enough one of those hands snuck over to his bedside table to snatch his digital camera.

“Please baby,” he murmurs down in your ear. Gruff, raspy. His thumb hovers over the power button. “Always wanna look at how pretty you are begging in my lap like this. How pretty you are all the damn time.”

You intentionally hide your bashful cheeks from him and the camera lens. He knows what to say and how to say so you melt like butter and turn to putty in his arms.

“Only if you’re in them too.”

Though he could sense the underlying insecurities floating up to the surface, he stops them in their tracks and gives you a reality check.

“Okay, sweet thing. It’s okay. S’nothing wrong with you, sweetie. Only show the camera what you want to.”

Now, he’s gently pulling your hips down to grind up and down his bare aching length. Both your clothes stay lazily strung on, only what was necessary exposed. His zipper was yanked down, camera glued to his palm. Mouth agape whenever you pressed harder down on his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck don’t move. Stay just like that,” he says in a hurry as his mouth waters at the sight before him. The head of his cock squished against you, with your lacey white panties shoved to the side with half his shaft poking out from his jeans. It was a no brainer that it would be a beautiful shot, one that he’d go back to revisit whenever he spent afternoons with only his hand.

Your hair falls in your face from looking down as he snaps a couple photos. His thumb hooks to the inside of your shirt, ever so slightly lifting it up to reveal more of your skin to him and his camera.

“This okay, baby?”

A nod.

He smooths the same thumb in circles by your hip bone, marveling at his upcoming spank bank portfolio. Once he’s satisfied his eager teasing comes to a stop as he marks a trail of kisses down the bone of your jaw.

“Put it in when you’re ready, baby. Nice and slow.”

The thick tip was intimidating to first sink down on, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind. He captures several more images of you spreading yourself and welcoming him in to the wet warmth he’d both kill and die for.

“That’s it. All the way down. Don’t wanna miss an inch, now.”

He could be lodged in your stomach by this point and it’d only excite you even more.

“Feel good, babygirl? Nice and filled up, huh? Go ‘head and move on it.” he instructs, aiming the lens right above where he disappears between your lips. You do as you’re told, making little figure eights and clenching down to wet his length. “So shy even while I’m inside you, fuck.”

Joel captured a couple pictures while your hips were in motion. Sheathing him.

He almost loses it when he starts to see a trail of your evidence left behind on the base of his dick, each and every time you go up and down. He doesn’t think twice before zooming in and taking more. Maybe he’s greedy. Maybe he’s a pervert. But not even a million dollars could take his camera and it’s contents away from him.

“Alright now, want you to bounce on it baby girl. Fast and hard. Take all you can.”

At the drop of a hat you’re following directions, uncaring of the way his denim grazed your thighs with every pump, or the way your panties stretched to the side and made indents onto your skin. Joel is heaving from the moment you started. Hypnotized by the bounce of your chest, he shamelessly indulges himself by turning the flash on then pointing it at your hard nipples arching through your t-shirt.

While you brace yourself to keep up the quick heavy pace with your hips, Joel almost feels himself fall right off the edge. Immediately he’s yanking you down to stay buried to the hilt. Your juices have multiplied, mixing so pretty with his. As he catches his breath, he feels you tighten down on him with needy force while you’re whining in his ear.

“Shhh, I’m taking care of you babygirl,” he promised, sneaking a pointer finger to rub your swollen clit.

Joel bets these visuals alone could give Playboy a run for their money as you drip and tremble when he rubs harder, faster.

“Joel, Joel yes.”

“Gonna cum for the camera, baby? Yeah, that’s it, fuck on it just like that.”

He notes how lazy and wild your rhythm has become, those sounds mixing so poetically right along with his name. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how hard you squeeze down on him during your long strokes, from top of his tip until you couldn’t fit anything more.

As you come down and relax in his arms, your dead weight sprawls out deliciously across him. Granting him even better access to fuck himself up into you. As he braces himself, he makes a last minute decision to heave you up to pull his cock out of you. The girly whimpers you uncontrollably belly out from the sudden emptiness feeds right into his blinding orgasm. He wants so badly to ram his tip all the way inside, fill you up with his children. Admire the way his cum would drip and spill out of you, an innocent girl curled up in his lap stuffing herself with his cock.

But he’s on a different mission instead, deciding to play that particular fantasy out a little later.

He doesn’t have to stroke himself long before his cum leaks out in long, thick spurts across your pussy and your lower belly. The growls he makes are throaty and deep, almost sounding as if it were out of anguish instead of pleasure. Closing his eyes only a brief moment to right himself, he peels them open again to admire the mess.

Sticky pools of his spend gathered on your skin and spread to your panties. To his surprise, you nod over to the camera and spread yourself wider to get one last lewd shot.

Joel thinks he’s passed and gone to heaven as he scrambles to find wherever he dropped it. He keeps his eyes glued to yours until looking down at the little screen. With one last satisfying shot of your bare open legs smeared with his cum, he lies back and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Did so amazing on me, baby girl. We made a mess,” he laughs, feeling some of it spill on the crotch of his denim. You join his laughter and eagerly ask him to show you everything he’d captured.

You get moved to sit sideways in his lap as you both scroll through each and every one. It was clear to see just how excited he’d gotten so fast, his stubborn cock already half filled just seeing you wet and desperate on top of him.

Both of you knew there’d be time for more, and while you discuss your favorites from his little photo album, he wraps his arm around you and shows you the very last photo he’d taken. Both your juices splayed out and combined together on top of you.

“Look at this one, baby. Should be on a dirty poster,” he grins. “See? There’s no reason to be so shy.”

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getting a little back on the writing stuff bandwagon :’) thank you for any love,anons,shares, anything. it means so much to me:)

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[lvckyyz]

nemesis cabin headcanon

cabin’s song: thumbs- sabrina carpenter

nemesis is the goddess of revenge and justice

her children either only follow the rules, or create the rules themselfs

they can look a bit intimidating at first, but they’re really fun after you get to know them better

cabin 16 is one of the most introverted cabins in chb

the girls in cabin 16 usually become great hunters of artemis

they’re all really good at sword fighting

they like board games (idk why, but everyone i know from cabin 16 are obsessed with this games)

they hate when people don’t listen to their opinion or are not open to debate differents points of view

clearly vindictive

most of them are addicted to coffee and/or energy drinks

they like to sleep only a few hours because they think something bad is going to happen at night and they have to be ready to protect their siblings

when new half-bloods arrive at cabin 16, the ones who were there for longer try to scare the new kid and only start being nice some days/weeks later. no one knows why, but they say it’s just a way to make sure the new kid is trustable

they have a solution for all kinds of problem, it’s just natural for them to know what to do when things aren’t going the way they should

you can’t lie to them, they know when you’re lying

they also can’t lie to you, like they are not able to do so

friends with cabin 1, 5 and 13

they’re always showing support to the demigods who have never been claimed by their godly parent

children of nemesis are kinda methodic and like things in their own way

don’t touch their things unless you want to lose an arm

i’m sorry but i can't see nemesis as a really caring mother. i actually believe she’d punish their children every time they are not fair with someone (in the “gods way”, maybe she might be a bit mean to her children sometimes)

they want to understand people’s mind but don’t have patience to talk with real people

they’d rather working alone than having to deal with groups

sometimes they get mad and don’t even know why

they don’t waste time with things that won’t benefit them

most of them have pretty intense eyes

a/n: thank you for reading!

next: cabin 18 👼🏻

[soleminisanction]

Did I spend my Saturday putting together character write-ups of my two main Our Life: Now & Forever MCs? Yes. Yes I did. What can I say, I'm addicted.

Alvis Norling - Step One

Pronouns: He/They

Alvis was born intersex, so their mother opted to raise them gender-neutral from birth and leave their pronouns and gender up to them as they got older. The he part of he/they is a fairly recent development. 

Despite identifying as “kind of” a boy, Alvis has a preference for feminine clothes. Not skirts or dresses, they almost never wear anything like that, but they tend to wear women’s pants and girls’ blouses, that sort of thing. 

His biological father was of Russian heritage, while Opal is Welsh. 

Favorite color is silver. The thought that it pairs so nicely with Qiu’s gold makes him happy. 

Fell for Qiu pretty much the moment they met. He’s the prettiest person they’ve ever seen, so cool and graceful, it’s like hanging out with a prince. Alvis is completely blown away that this guy would even talk to them, and is just happy to spend whatever time they can with him. 

Tamarack overwhelms them, but in a good way. They’re pretty content to be dragged along by her like a doll, deferring to her in pretty much everything. He admires her a lot, and just the fact that somebody so fun and confident seems to like him makes him happy. She’s their best friend, and he especially appreciates the way she looks out for him when his social anxiety acts up. 

He starts off afraid of the woods but he’s going to learn to love it with Tamarack’s help. Getting used to the people who hang around Qiu all the time takes considerably longer, particularly after Darren's less-than-stellar first impression. Alvis also finds Baxter intimidating.

Due to his missing leg, Alvis walks with a prosthetic and sometimes with the assistance of a cane. While he can usually manage on his scooter, there are some days when he has trouble getting to school by himself; luckily, Opal’s arrangement with the Lins and the Baumanns includes Qiu and Tamarack’s respective guardians cluing them in on the situation, so he can always count on leaning on Tamarack’s shoulder or catching a ride on Qiu’s bike if he needs to. 

Opal calls them a starling as a term of endearment because their voice is sweet and they’re tiny and light. As they get older, the use of that name extends to a small handful of their most precious people, most notably Qiu.

Alvis Norling - Step Two

Pronouns: He/Him

By fourteen Alvis is pretty settled in Golden Grove, but is far from the most popular kid in school. He's more of a quiet fixture in town, a common presence in the local library, park and craft store, but one who mostly keeps to himself or to the company of his best friend Tamarack.

He's still head-over-heels for Qiu, and the fact that they're not as close as they used to be is a source of a lot of melancholy and longing for him.

Biggest hobby is jewelry-making. He makes a lot of his own accessories (including the earrings hidden by his messy hair) and often gifts the rest to friends and family.

Overall demeanor is of a somewhat restrained, academic, effeminate gay man -- less flashy and flamboyant than most queens, but in the same rough area of the gender spectrum. Like a queen who's also a librarian.

Very much the mom friend.

Chandra Dúskar - Step One

Pronouns: She/Her

Cisgender female and an incorrigible lesbian pretty much from birth. Chandra has flirted with a lot of girls in the past (and let boys simp for her to get her way) but none of them have ever struck her with full-blown love at first sight the way Tamarack did when she burst out of her leaf pile. Chandra came home and told her mum that very afternoon that she was going to marry Tamarack one day, and she sticks to it.

She also decides, on her first day of school, that she's going to be popular someday, and goes after that goal with confidence to spare.

Style isn't full gothic lolita but she's close to it. The outfit she wears in this picture has jeans, for example, but also a sporty skirt worn over it, and she definitely favors the black with colorful accents look.

Adores spooky things and is super excited by the prospect of her house, the town, or anywhere else being haunted. Naturally, autumn is her favorite time of year because it has Halloween, the best holiday ever.

Give Qiu a run for his money in terms of friendly showing off. From the moment they meet Chandra wants to match him toe-to-toe in terms of athletics, popularity, and dance performances. So naturally, they're best friends.

Thinks Baxter is cool and mysterious and Darren is cute and fun to tease.

Wears her hair over her eye like that because she likes to surprise people with her heterochromia. And also because she's a little self-conscious about her birthmark, though she'd never admit that.

Favorite colors are black, pink and cranberry. Favorite drinks are hot chocolate and Shirley Temples.

Doesn't know how to ride a bike and has no interest in learning, especially not when she can hitch a ride on Tamarack's scooter.

Chandra Dúskar - Step Two

Pronouns: She/Her

Her personal style remains more feminine than the head shot might lead you to believe, it's just taken on a distinctly goth-punk edge as she grows into her rebellious phase.

Super stylish. Super confident. Super witchy. Always gets her way.

She and Qiu are the top dogs on campus, and also best friends. Chandra picks up the slack where they've stopped caring, though at a glance people usually find her the more intimidating of the two just based on her looks and style.

Is completely unsubtle about how much she adores "her Tammy." It might not help Tamarack's confidence to be showered with compliments all the time but dammit, Chandra's going to try.

Fully intends to get an eyebrow piercing and/or a tattoo once she's older.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 🎀 louis ives x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎀 taking out the shy boy from the opera takes an unexpected turn, in the best possible way

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀 9.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🎀 smut (18+ only; penetration, oral sex m receiving), crossdressing/genderbending, louis uses primarily he/him pronouns but is still a genderqueer icon, reader is also gnc (and implied bi), feminization kink, praise kink, shy insecure babby louis is babby, slight d/s dynamic (with subby!louis and dom!reader, obviously)

Louis sighed as he leaned back against the wall, resting the back of his head on the ornate wallpaper with his hands stuffed into his suit pockets. 

It was only his first time at the opera, but he liked it much more than he thought he would; so much so that he was a bit anxious for intermission to end so he could get back to it.

Waiting for Henry to finish in the men’s room was, obviously, pretty boring.  Louis resorted to people-watching in the lobby to pass the time— mostly it was much older people… in fact it was exclusively much older people.  He liked the way they were dressed though: tuxedos, evening gowns, silk shawls and gloves.

His posture straightened when he saw you, for a number of reasons (three, exactly).  One, you were significantly closer to his age than anyone else here.  Two, you were a pretty girl, in his personal opinion.  And three, you were wearing a tailored three-piece suit and tie.  Not the overly-curvy cut of a woman’s suit, not a blazer and slacks, this was a straight, slim, two-button jacket and the whole ordeal; even black leather oxford flats of a clearly masculine variety.  He’d never seen a girl in a suit like that, he had to squint to look at your face and make sure he hadn’t just mistaken a more feminine man for a woman— but no, the makeup on your face and the feminine curve of your body (which couldn’t even be suppressed by men’s clothing) made it pretty clear you were at least some amount of female.  He was impressed; he was intrigued… he was even a little intimidated.

And in a way he hadn’t expected at all, he was attracted to you.  Not that being attracted to pretty girls was some kind of massive undertaking, but this was more than that.  He was used to the natural draw to a good-looking woman, and to the odd jealousy he felt when he saw a woman wearing something that he wished he could.  This was obviously more the reverse: he could wear suits, he was wearing one now, and somehow you seemed a lot more comfortable in yours than he felt in his.  In the least perverted way possible, he imagined what kind of undergarments you might have on under that— a lacy bra, pink panties, nylons?  Maybe something more practical?  What a dream it would be to have something like those on under his suit… 

You suddenly glanced his way, and he was so mesmerized by your eyes that he forgot to look away just a few seconds too late.  Staring intently down at the floor as if there was anything to look at there, his heart started to beat a little faster as he saw you approaching in his peripheral.

His attempts to act nonchalant, even ignorant, to your presence were… pitiful.  He started up and off to the side, as if the corner of the ceiling bore anything of note.  You stopped just in front of him, giving him an expectant smirk as he, finally, met your gaze— acting as if he just now noticed you.

“Hey,” you greeted.  “What were you staring for?”

“Oh—” he choked, “well, uh—”

“Don’t be scared,” you soothed, “I don’t bite, except when asked nicely.”

“Um,” he stalled, thrown by your slight innuendo.  At least, he thought it might be an innuendo based on the sparkle in your eyes, but he was only tangential aware that biting could be a sexual reference.  Do people really do that?  Does she really do that?  “Why are you wearing a suit?” he finally found the courage to ask aloud.

“Do you have a problem with me wearing a suit?” you returned.

“N-no, but, I just can’t see why you’d want to,” he explained.  “They’re not especially comfortable.  A dress seems more… breathable.”

“For the legs, sure, if it’s a ballgown— but the torso?  Way too tight,” you grimaced, “you can feel it on you all the time.  Makes it hard to relax.”

He took a mental note of that for later, a detail to help him accurately imagine how it would feel to wear one.  You can feel it on you all the time… like a hug!  That would be so nice…

“Suits are more fun,” you announced.  “I think I look good in them.”

I think you look beautiful in them.  “Do people look at you differently when you wear that?” he asked.

“Yeah, I pretend not to notice the rude ones,” you shrugged.  “And every once in a while I get the attention of somebody cute, who may or may not stare at me from across the room creepily.”

Louis cleared his throat when he realized you were talking about him.  You called him cute!  That’s what that was, right?  But you also called him creepy.  So he wasn’t sure what to think.  “I’m sorry,” he stuttered out, but he was smiling a bit from the compliment, which he worried made his apology less sincere.

“It’s alright, I didn’t mind,” you offered, and just as the conversation was really getting interesting, Henry suddenly appeared from the washroom; Louis tried not to show his disappointment so obviously on his face.

“Oh!” Henry smiled as he looked between you and Louis standing in front of each other.  “I see you’ve met a lesbian,” he said to Louis.

Louis’ eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to chide Henry for his inappropriateness, but you jumped in first.  “I’m not a lesbian, actually,” you corrected, “just progressive.”

Henry spitefully crossed his arms.  “What’s the difference?”

“The difference is I like dick,” you explained; Louis was a little stunned by your bluntness, but amused by the way it threw Henry off of his game.  “Maybe not exclusively, but…”

“Hmph!” Henry coughed disbelievingly.

“In fact, I was just about to ask your friend out for a coffee sometime,” you informed him, making Louis’ throat suddenly dry.

“I was… just about to do the same,” he bluffed.

Henry rolled his eyes and started to leave, mumbling a few gripes about ‘what’s this world come to?’ and ‘women don’t even wear women’s clothing anymore’, before turning back and looking at Louis with a furrowed brow— like he’d expected the young gentleman to follow him without question.  “Come along, Louis,” he instructed.

“I… I’ll join you when I’m finished with my conversation,” Louis replied, puffing his chest up just a bit.  Henry was obviously frustrated by Louis standing up to him, and Louis hated that all of this was happening in front of you.  A tense silence passed, and when Louis didn’t relent, Henry scoffed and continued on— finally.  “I’m… sorry about him,” Louis sighed, looking at you again.  “He’s a bit old-fashioned.”

“I get the impression that you are, too,” you noticed, and he was impressed by your perception.

“Well, I suppose that I am, yes,” he agreed, “but more just aesthetically.  He can be irritatingly conservative, even concerningly reductive at times.  I’m sorry that he called you a lesbian.”

“Oh, it’s not insulting to me,” you assured, “and I’ve been accused of much less accurate things.  And, I mean, basically everybody’s parents are irritatingly conservative.”

Louis was confused by the non-sequitur until he realized the nature of your assumption.  “Oh!  Henry isn’t my father, actually,” he corrected, “my parents, um… they’ve actually passed away.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you sighed.  

“It’s alright, that was a long time ago,” he shrugged.  “Anyway, Henry is just my roommate.  And maybe a bit of a mentor— he’s taking me to the opera, I’d never been to one before.”

“What do you think?” you asked.

“It’s amazing,” he beamed.  “The performances and the atmosphere— and I don’t know if getting asked out by pretty girls during intermission is normal, but… I like that part, too.”

You smiled and, right on cue, the lights dimmed and brightened a few times.  

“Guess we should go back to our seats,” Louis decided, looking up at the chandeliers for a moment until they’d returned to normal.

“Not before I get your phone number,” you reminded him.

“Right, uh—” he stammered, not sure how to transfer this information until you simply handed him your cellphone with the ‘new contact’ screen open.  Yes, that seems like a good way to go about this…

His thumbs were a little shaky as he tried to select the numbers on the tiny keyboard, and he had to go back more than a few times to correct mistakes.  However, thankfully, he managed to get it in eventually and hand the device back to you with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll call you later,” you smiled, glancing down at the screen for a second, “Louis.”

Oh goodness, you’d just learned his name from the contact— he’d been so flustered, he forgot to introduce himself.  And he didn’t know your name, either.  But he didn’t need to; he returned to his seat for the second act feeling like he was floating on a cloud because you were going to call him.  And you were going to ask him out for coffee, apparently.  This night couldn’t get any better.

~

He was probably overdressed for a coffee date.  But you’d called him cute last time he wore a suit, so he was wearing a suit again if just to chase that high.

He’d arrived unreasonably early and already gotten through a latte— he was probably going to drink too much coffee and end up all jumpy and anxious.  Actually, he was pretty jumpy and anxious without any coffee at all.  So, more coffee couldn’t hurt too much.

Fifteen minutes before you were due to arrive, he was already looking at the door every time the bell chimed, watching business people come in with briefcases and laptops, couples and friends laughing together.  He thought maybe he should go to the bathroom before you got here, but then, what if you came in while he was in the bathroom and didn’t see him so you simply left?  Yes, perhaps best to just wait.

Ten minutes before, and he was trying not to bounce his leg while he sat, but he kept doing it without noticing and then suddenly noticing and having to stop himself.  He stirred his coffee for no good reason.

Five minutes before, he looked at the door when the bell chimed, like he always did, even though he knew it wasn’t you— and then it was you, finally.  His heart skipped a beat when he saw you: you were wearing a dress, a green one with buttons down the front.  He was amazed, and envious, that you could look so good in men’s or women’s clothing.  Not only that, but the dress had a vintage sort of look to it, and he could just imagine how good the two of you would look together.  People on the street and in this cafe were going to see you with him and know that you were on a date… it was thrilling to picture.

He stood up, catching your attention as you smiled at him.  Nodding, he grabbed your chair and pulled it out for you until you were close enough to sit down.  “Thank you,” you smiled as he pushed it in for you as well before returning to his own seat, “so chivalrous.”

“Well, I try,” he hummed.  

Over your first cup of coffee and his third, he learned so much more about you— your family and what it was like to grow up with them, what brought you to New York and what you hoped to accomplish here, your favorite pastimes, your pet peeves…

He tried not to overshare about himself, even though you pressed to know more.  I’m just not as interesting as you, he insisted, but you weren’t so easily dissuaded.  Really, he was just afraid that if he started talking too much about himself, he’d say too much and say the wrong thing and you’d look at him in that way people did when he said the wrong thing.  Really, Louis didn’t like opening up to people very much at all.  Maybe part of the reason he got along with Henry so well is that Henry was far too self-absorbed to ask anything too personal about Louis, preventing Louis from sharing the wrong secret and getting that dreaded glare.

When the coffees were depleted, Louis wondered if it was time to go back to his apartment.  He didn’t want this to ever end, but he also didn’t want to keep you here longer than you wanted, which were two obviously-opposing goals.

“Maybe I should get back home soon,” he announced aloud, hoping that that ‘maybe’ would leave room for you to say he could stay longer.  But he also braced for the possibility that you would tell him he should go, and that this would be the end of your first date.  Instead, you said something he didn’t expect.

“Do you mind if I walk with you?” you asked.

He felt his face warming slightly, and hoped you couldn’t see it if he was getting flushed.  “I should be the one walking you home,” he noticed.

“Don’t overthink it,” you winked, and he decided that for possibly the first time in his life, he was going to take that advice and not overthink it.  Or at least, he was going to try not to.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Louis followed by your side as the two of you strolled along.  The conversation continued, though it drifted away from personal matters and onto books and stories; you seemed impressed that he was a former assistant professor of English, not focusing too much on the former part like most people did.  (He was just relieved that you didn’t ask why he’d been let go.)

This was normally a rather long walk, but talking with you made it go by in a blink— in fact, he was even a bit disappointed when he realized you were standing right in front of his building.

"This is me," he informed you as he gestured to the aging brownstone.

"Oh," you smiled, craning your neck to look up at the building.

"That's my window," he pointed upwards.

"Seems like you have a nice view," you noticed.

"Not as nice as the view I have now," he offered as he looked at you, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Wow, that's cheesy," you grinned.  "Embarrassingly effective, but cheesy.  Can I come up?"

It took him a second to realize you were asking to be invited into his apartment.  Slightly overwhelmed but not quite stupid enough to let this opportunity pass, he nodded and you followed him to the steps as he opened the front door for you.

A sizable stair-climb later, he guided you into Henry's foyer.

"It's a bit cluttered, but, that's all my roommate's stuff," Louis explained as you stepped inside and looked around.

"He has an eclectic taste," you stated the obvious.

“I sleep in this little spare room here,” he continued, opening the door to it, only to find he’d left it in total disarray with a pair of boxers crumpled on the floor; he made a dash to throw everything out of the way and half-make-up his bed, but you appeared behind him and snorted out a little laugh.  “I, uh, didn’t know you were going to come up,” he defended himself.

“But were you hoping that I would?” you asked, and honestly, he hadn’t even thought that far ahead.

“Yes,” he lied.  Not that he hadn’t hoped you’d come into the apartment someday; it was just that he was really just trying to survive one thing at a time, and a coffee date was challenge enough for him.  Now you were here and he’d barely managed to make his room presentable and—

He felt your hand on the back of his neck, and when he turned to look at you, you were already moving in to kiss him.  Even though he was flustered by your forwardness, he gladly met you halfway and kissed you back.  You tasted like spearmint chapstick and root beer— and most of all you tasted like you, and he heard himself just barely hum under his breath as he moved his lips with yours.  It was sudden, and unexpected, but still perfect, even though he’d wished he had the confidence to kiss you first.  He wanted to be romantic about it, and gentlemanly, so he planned to not even try to kiss you on the lips until the end of the second date; the plan for tonight was just a kiss on the cheek after he dropped you off at your door.  This was… not the plan.  Not that he was complaining.  But he was a little confused.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you breathed slowly through the kiss, tilting your head slightly.  He knew it was weird, but he kept opening his eyes to look at you.  You just looked so beautiful like this, so up-close with your eyes shut gently while you kissed him.  He realized that his hands were still hovering around you, and he hesitantly lowered them to rest on your waist— though he still kept the pressure incredibly light, in case grabbing you too hard would be inappropriate.  He heard you let out the smallest sigh and it made his heart swell.

Carefully, your tongue started to prod at his lips, and his heart started to race as he let you deepen the kiss and move your tongue alongside his.

As your hands started to move, slowly, down his chest through his blazer, he felt his own grip on your waist tighten.  The fabric of your dress was so soft and delicate— so were your lips, and your tongue was gentle and sweet and exploring his mouth in a way that made his knees a little weak.

The kiss was suddenly a little hungrier, a little rougher, a little more desperate; both of you were breathing heavily, and when he instinctively pulled you closer, he heard (and felt) you moan.  “Louis,” you gasped into the air between his mouth and yours, and he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at how perfect his name sounded when you said it like that.

His heartbeat raced even faster as he felt his trousers getting tighter.  The realization that he was getting hard made him instantly anxious— maybe it was okay to get a boner right now, maybe that was where this was going… and yet, that idea somehow made it even worse.  All at once, the self-hating fears flooded his mind.  What if I can’t do it right?  I don’t know how to do this— I can’t do this.  She’s going to know something’s wrong with me, something is so horribly wrong with me…

Breaking the kiss, he stumbled back suddenly.  You started to follow him for a second, but stopped.  “Are you okay?” you asked.

“I think I should walk you back to your apartment,” he decided suddenly, and you looked at him with confusion.

“Okay…” you agreed awkwardly.  “Did I do something to upset you?  I’m sorry if I did, I promise that I didn’t mean to.”

“I just,” he began, starting over again.  “It’s not you.  It’s just that— I don’t know how far you wanted this to go, but Henry says I’m not allowed to have sex in the apartment,” he explained, twisting his fingers in his hands.  

“Your landlord decides if you're permitted to have sex?” you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows.

“He is also my roommate, so, he has some say in it…”

“Listen, Louis— if the first date is too soon for you, that’s fine,” you assured.  

“Well, that’s part of it,” he admitted.  “I don’t want to take things too fast.  I’m… trying to be a gentleman.”

You smiled slightly, stepping closer to him.  “Oh, Louis, you don’t have to worry about that,” you purred.  “You’ve been so sweet and respectful, it’s been wonderful… but to be entirely honest—”

He swallowed thickly as you got close enough to rest your hand on his lapel, looking up at him through your lashes.  You were so pretty he didn’t know what to do with himself, and the look you were giving him could only be described as ravenous.

“— ever since I saw you, looking at me from across the ballroom, dressed up in your suit looking like the perfect gentleman,” you continued, clutching his jacket suddenly, “I’ve been thinking about all the very disrespectful things you could do to me.”

His eyes went wide.  He was certainly out of his depth now— if you were looking for a dominant man, someone to ravish you, he was going to be totally useless.  Of course he couldn’t give you what you wanted, he should’ve known better, he should’ve never even agreed to go out with you when it would only end in disappointment for both of you.  You wanted a real man and he was just—

“Hey,” you soothed, apparently noticing the panic on his face, “don’t freak out.  Nothing has to happen tonight.  But, I’m sort of out on a limb here…”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s not that I’m not attracted to you.  It’s just that I want this to be perfect— you deserve nothing less.  You deserve flowers, and candles, and not this tiny awful apartment when Henry could come back at any moment— or come back after and make some horrible comment about how it smells in here…"

You laughed, and he stopped his ramble to sigh slightly.

“I just think it might be better if we get to know each other a little better first,” he concluded.  I just think I should give you a chance to realize I’m not what you think I am, so you can save yourself the trouble, he wished he could say honestly.

“Wow,” you nodded, “I know I pegged you as a little conservative but… this is new.”

“Please, don’t take it personally,” he began, but you shook your head reassuringly.

“No, I mean, it’s kinda nice,” you clarified.  “I think there should be more guys like you out there— you know, traditional.  You’re a dying breed.”

Guys like me, huh? Louis thought to himself, resisting the urge to laugh.  If only you knew.

But you didn’t know, which was how he wanted things to stay— he didn’t want anyone to know.

~

In the last month, Louis had made two Herculean accomplishments: one, he’d managed to survive four more dates with you, with such success that each ended with the promise of another; two, he’d managed to keep your libido at bay in a month of dating.  You never seemed disappointed, and by now you’d made it clear that you were waiting for him to make the first move when he felt he was ready.  The problem was, he couldn’t imagine how he was ever going to be ready for you to see him without all his clothes, his image, his pretense.  He had this strange feeling that if you saw him naked, you’d see right through him, see everything about himself that he locked deep down and far away.  And he’d rather just keep making out than go further and lose you for good.

“I’m seriously gonna run out of vases, Lou,” you sighed with a smile once you’d opened your door, finding him waiting to pick you up with yet-another small bouquet of flowers.  “And my house is turning into a plant mausoleum!”

“Next time, I’ll just bring you a new vase, then,” Louis offered, and you laughed; he loved your laugh, and when he was around, he heard it surprisingly often.  You told him before that girls laugh at a guy’s jokes if they’re attracted to him, whether or not he’s funny; Louis didn’t care if you really thought he was funny, or just thought he was attractive— both were higher praise than he ever expected from someone as both as you.

“I’m not ready to go yet, sorry,” you apologized, walking quickly around the apartment as he followed you into your bedroom.  “I can’t decide what to wear.”

“You look good in anything,” he insisted, sitting down on the side of your bed.

“Well, I wanna feel good too, and it’s so cold out,” you explained.  “You can wait out here and I’ll be dressed in a second, alright?”

He nodded, and you smiled as you disappeared into your walk-in closet and shut the door.

Twiddling his thumbs, Louis entertained himself by looking around your bedroom; he’d been in here before, so he recognized some familiar objects and noticed the new trinkets lying around.  There was a necklace on your bedside table, and a lone sock on the floor—

His breath caught slightly when he saw some clothes strewn over the corner of the bed, some you must have been trying on earlier while trying to pick what to wear.  Of course, it wasn’t just momentarily-worn clothes that got his attention… it was the bra.  Purple lace, thin straps, and a little silver heart charm dangling from between the cups; Louis was all but salivating looking at it, imagining how nice it would be to wear…

“How’s it going in there?” Louis asked you through the door.  “No rush or anything, our reservation isn’t until 7…”

“This dress has, like, a billion buttons,” you replied, “it’ll be a while, sorry… I can get you some water or something?”

“No no, it’s fine,” he assured, and he felt his heart begin to race as he wondered if he would have enough time just to hold it for a moment and see how it felt.

Glancing from the garment to your closet door and back a few times, he gave in— he hopped from the side of the bed over to the end, glancing over his shoulder at the closet door one more time before picking up the bra.  He sighed slightly as soon as he touched it, feeling the details of the lace under his fingertips.  There was a long vanity mirror propped up against the wall, and he chewed his lip nervously as he looked into it.  He was there in the reflection, in his suit with his hair slicked back, and he had one of those moments where he was surprised to see himself.  He wasn’t ever sure what he expected to see in these moments, but it wasn’t the young gentleman he was looking at now.

He held up the bra to his chest, over his jacket and shirt, but it wasn’t really doing much for him with all these clothes in the way.  He longed to see that lavender lace on his bare skin, he wanted to feel it under his shirt, he wanted to be pretty… pretty like you.

You’d look amazing in a bra like this, he was sure.  He’d had thoughts of that nature late at night, staving off his physical interest in you in order to keep chaste lest you see the confusion he was hiding under his clothes.  He’d imagined looking at you, touching you, being with you in a way his instability made impossible for the time being.  In that moment, he couldn’t decide if he’d rather see you in something like this, or ditch you entirely and wear it himself.  

See, that was exactly why he felt he wasn’t ready to take things further with you.  He barely had any idea who he was, let alone how to be the person you wanted.  The man you wanted.  Louis was pretty sure he was a man— at least, most of the time— but he clearly wasn’t much of one, sitting here now with your bra held up to his chest.

He dropped it into his lap with a sigh.  This little adventure hadn’t been very satisfying like he thought it would; he just needed a little more…

Before he even really had the thought, he watched himself in the mirror as a shaky hand started to reach up and unbutton his shirt.  As he wondered if he was really going to do this, he slipped off his jacket and set it aside and before he knew it, his shirt was off too.

She said her dress had a billion buttons— I’ll be quick, I’ll only wear it for a second— he told himself, rushing to get this over with quickly.  Maybe this would be enough to hold him over for a while; maybe he could do this, get it out of his system, and take you out tonight feeling much more normal and much less tempted to look at your clothes as you sat across the dinner table from him and wonder if he could wear them as well as you do.

Shirtless, he tried not to linger his gaze too long on his body— he didn’t care for it much, too lean to be masculine and too straight to be feminine— as he slipped the straps of the bra up to his shoulders.  It was awkward, reaching around to try to clasp the back, but he eventually figured out how to do it and managed to get all three hooks latched (though, unbeknownst to him, one was latched on a different row than the others).

Adjusting it again now that it was clasped, he sighed and looked at his reflection again.  It looked good— it felt good— but it didn’t look or feel quite… right.  There were cups that he had nothing to fill, and the straps crossed over his broad and bony shoulders that were nothing like your smooth and delicate ones; the only part he really liked was the silver heart charm that dangled over his sternum… he toyed with it between a finger and thumb and smiled to himself, thinking that it was sort of like wearing a bra and jewelry at the same time.  

No, it wasn’t perfect, but it was still nice, and he reached up to tuck a longer strand of his hair behind his ear— it wasn’t quite long enough, so it fell forward into his face again, but he had already forgotten that again as he turned slightly to try to see how it looked in the back.  

It was right about then that the door behind him opened, and in that reflection he saw you staring out at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

He whipped around, blood pumping and eyes already starting to water as he fought to try to get off the bra, but obviously it was far too late.  “Oh!  I was just— I wasn’t— this isn’t—” he began and restarted several explanations, never settling on one for long.

“Louis,” you breathed, “it’s… it’s alright.”

“I didn’t mean to— wait,” he choked.  “Alright?”

“Yes,” you agreed, stepping into the room with all the hesitance of one approaching a startled deer or something, “you can slow down, and just… tell me what’s going on.”

“I… I don’t know that I can,” he sighed, arms shaking a little where they self-consciously crossed his bra-clad chest.  “I can’t explain it.”

“Well, maybe you can just start by telling me if you’re gay,” you suggested, “and that’s fine, I wouldn’t have a problem with that— except that, well, the problem that we probably couldn’t date anymore.  But I would understand, of course.  I’d be a little hurt if I was always just your beard, but—”

“I’m… not gay,” he interrupted.  “I don’t have an interest in men… I like women, I’m fascinated by women, it’s just…”

“Sometimes you want to be one?” you wondered, finishing for him.  “Are you, maybe, one?”

He glanced away.  “I’m not sure.  I don’t think so.”

"You just wanna look like one?"

"Something like that," he breathed. "You're just so pretty and— I wish I was pretty.  Soft, and smooth, like you."

“Louis,” you cooed sympathetically, reaching up to touch his face, “you are pretty.  And soft.  I love that about you— I think it’s sexy.”

“Oh, uh—” he choked, but thankfully you interrupted him because he’d started talking before he knew what to say.

“Did you… start seeing me, because you wanted to wear my clothes?” you asked nervously.

“No!  No, this has nothing to do with how I feel about you,” he assured.  “This is just about how I feel about myself.”

“And how do you feel, now?” you pressed.

“Well, a little terrified,” he admitted, “and… and sort of pretty…”

“You are,” you agreed, and he started blinking rapidly, reaching up to cover the side of his face with his hand.

“Oh… really?” he mumbled.

“Yes, of course,” you insisted.  “It’s just, I wish you would’ve asked first, because— well, you’re sort of stretching it out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, starting to try to peel your bra off hastily.

“No no,” you cooed, stepping up and stopping him with hands delicately placed on his shoulders.  You reached around his back and undid the clasp for him, and he reached forward to let you slide the straps down his arms.  “Now we can go find you one that fits.”

~

He sighed and let his eyes fall shut as you lightly swiped the brush over his cheek; it turned a little more peachy with each go of it, and you moved to the other when the color threatened to overpower his skin tone.

“What’s next after this?” he asked.

“Mascara,” you replied, voice sort of lilted as you focused on your work.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable to put on?”

“Well, you get used to it,” you shrugged.

“I think I will,” he agreed with a little smile.

“Your lashes are already really long,” you noticed, “this is really just to make them a little darker.”

“Right, okay…”

He managed to get through the mascara without his eyes squinting or watering, so his lashes stayed intact as you moved on to the finishing touch.  Already you could see that he was getting excited, even quietly confident if still characteristically shy.  Your heart hurt to imagine that he’d been hiding this from you for so long, apparently thinking you might actually reject him over something so trivial.

“Alright, which color do you want?” you asked as you held up three different lip glosses for him to choose from.  You could tell just in the way that his eyes moved quickly over the tubes that he was hesitating.  He lifted his hand but stopped for a second.  “Whichever one you’d like,” you encouraged softly.

That seemed to give him the courage to reach up and tap his fingertip on the baby pink one with the gold glitter; you smiled and set the other two down before unscrewing the cap.

“Hold your mouth open just a bit,” you encouraged, making the expression you wanted him to so he could copy it.  When he relaxed his lips just right, you ran the doefoot applicator over the bottom one first.  “Oh, this color’s pretty on you,” you noticed, and you saw him struggle not to smile since he knew he was supposed to stay still while you applied the gloss.  It was rather sheer, but with just enough color to really bring the whole thing together, especially with the blush which matched it well.  “Okay, go like this,” you instructed as you pressed your lips together, and he copied you again.  You moved the product around on his top lip just to make sure it covered all the right places, and finally you sighed as you felt your work was done.

You stood up and stepped back, and his eyes went a little wide as he straightened up; you could imagine he felt kind of strange and vulnerable being examined like this.  He hadn’t even seen himself yet and here you were staring at him, but it was only because you were feeling rather proud of yourself.  You kept the look subtle, not wanting to make him look gaudy or dramatic— he had so much natural beauty already, you just wanted to accentuate it slightly.  He didn’t need foundation at all with such even skin, so you’d just put a little concealer under his eyes to brighten them up; and then it was just brown eyeliner and a clear gel for the brows (maybe someday you could talk him into tweezing them a bit but you knew that was a hard sell) before the finishing touches.

“Louis, you look great,” you beamed.  “Not to brag or anything, but I’m sort of a genius.”

“Can I see?” he asked nervously, and you grabbed a hand mirror to give him as you sat by his side on the bed again.  He found the angle to examine his face, and for a second or two you really couldn’t tell what he thought because his expression stayed blank.  You could tell, finally, that he was happy by the way his fingers traced over the edge of the mirror while he gazed at himself.

“How do you feel?” you asked him softly, leaning in a little closer so you could see his reflection over his shoulder.

“Um, well,” he mumbled, “I think you did a nice job.”

“That’s not what I asked,” you noticed.

“I feel… beautiful,” he decided.

“You are beautiful,” you assured, and you caught his stare moving to your face before he set the mirror aside and looked down into his lap.  “How do you feel in your new outfit?” 

“I wouldn’t call it an outfit,” he chuckled awkwardly.  “I mean, I couldn’t wear this out…”

Well, no, that isn’t the point of a lace bralette-and-panty set.  “You could wear it under something,” you suggested, “and nobody would know.  Except for you and I, if you told me.”

“Oh…” he breathed, and you spared a glance down to his panties and noticed them a little more… full, than usual, and couldn’t help but smile to yourself.  The conversations you’d had about this with him had left it somewhat ambiguous if the desire to crossdress was sexual for Louis.  It seemed like it was something that could be a bit of both, which made sense considering you absolutely had days where you hoped to dress in a way that would attract sexual attention, and other days where you wanted to look nice for much more personal reasons.  Really, it seemed as normal to you as anything, even if Louis was so fearful of it.  Maybe it was conquering his fear and quenching his desire all at once that was arousing him.

“Can I ask you an important, personal question?” you asked, and Louis nodded.  “Are you a boy, or a girl?  Right now, specifically.  Neither or both are also acceptable answers, of course…”

“I’m… a boy,” he decided, “still.  I just feel nice being a boy that sort of looks like a girl.”

“You should feel nice,” you agreed with a proud hum.  “You’re a very pretty boy.”

He cleared his throat and you could see him getting flushed even with the blusher on.

“You’re gorgeous,” you continued.

“Oh, well, I don’t know about that…” he trailed off.

“I do,” you insisted.  “You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen… and this brassiere looks so nice on you!”  Trailing your hand down over his neck and collarbone, you traced the tip of your finger around the lace crossing his chest.  “Do you know what this is for, Lou?”

He shook his head.  You lowered your voice.

“It’s to cover your tits,” you explained, and you could see the shiver run up his spine.  You smiled proudly, moving to trace your fingers over the hardening nipples just barely obscured by the pink lace.  “Are your tits sensitive?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered, sighing and letting his head fall back slightly; his lips, parted for a whimpered moan, looked so delicious with that gloss on them.

“Then say it,” you encouraged.

“My… my tits,” he gasped it out, “are so sensitive… touch them more, please…”

You took your hands and splayed them out to grab handfuls of his chest, and he moaned out loud, finally.  “Good boy,” you breathed, “make all those pretty noises for me, it’s supposed to feel good.”

“Feels really good,” he agreed in a sigh.  “It feels really good when you play with them like that…”

“You want me to do it some more?” 

He nodded, and you chuckled.

“Mm, you know you need to be a good boy and say it out loud,” you purred.

“Play with my tits more,” he panted, “please?  And… and maybe you could kiss me?”

You were getting desperate, too; all you could do was nod breathlessly as you used your free hand to hold his face and kiss him— and he’d never kissed you like this before, it was always so innocent and chaste before (at least at the start).  And that was sexy in its own way, but this?  Whining into it, opening his mouth wide right away and letting you push your tongue between his lips?  Sticky and sweet from the lip gloss, hungry and sloppy?  It was fucking perfect.

He chased you for more when you pulled back, you had to hold his shoulders to keep him from following you (even though you wouldn’t have minded kissing him longer, especially when you saw how gorgeous he looked wearing that heavy-lidded, open-mouthed stare).

“Oops,” you grinned as you saw the way the lip gloss had smeared.  “I messed up your makeup… but you look even prettier like this.  You look so needy and cute… and a little slutty.”

He swallowed thickly and glanced down, and when you followed his gaze, you saw why.

“Your cock doesn’t fit in your panties anymore,” you noticed with a prideful smirk.  His erection had burst right out of it and was red and leaking at the tip, flexing independently against his stomach.  “Do you want me to touch it, Lou?” 

He blurted it out before you’d even really finished your question: “Please.”

A choked moan fell from his lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke slowly— he started to buck up into your palm already, desperate for more.  You’d imagined Louis would be the eager type, but this was better than you ever could’ve hoped for.

“O-oh, wow,” he breathed, watching your hand move over his cock, “your hand feels nice…”

“Mhm?” you encouraged, focusing for a second on the tip to spread the precum there.  “Oh, you’re getting a little wet, honey…”

“Hng,” he groaned, eyes falling shut as he leaned his head back, “keep going, please, please—”

“Shh, I’m gonna keep going, don’t worry,” you cooed, guiding him to lay back on the bed; damn, he looked good spread out on your sheets, just like you’d wanted him since you first saw him.

Leaning in, you kissed down his neck, making a detour along his chest to pull the bralette aside and tease his nipple with the tip of your tongue.  He moaned loudly when you did that, squirming underneath you.

"That's my good boy," you praised, "make those pretty noises for me while I suck your tits.  You need to teach me how to make you feel good, so tell me when you like what I'm doing."

You wrapped your lips around his nipple and suckled harder, carefully letting your teeth graze over the delicate bud.

"Ohh, like that," he blurted out, "I like that— please don't stop."

You smiled and did it again, feeling him shiver and rock his hips up into your hand again.  Moving across his chest to the other nipple, you teased it through the lace for just a second before pulling the fabric out of the way and sucking again; you soaked in the sound of his panting turning into whines, and even bit down just ever-so-slightly harder until he yelped for a second.  You soothed him with a wide lick over the dusty-pink nipple, starting to slowly kiss your way down his stomach.

He lifted his head up to watch you go down, but it must’ve been realizing what you were doing that made him drop his head back down with a groan.  “Oh,” he sighed, and you smiled as you kept going.

When you (finally) sucked his cock, he moaned louder than you'd ever heard him do anything before, and you just had to stop to tease him.  "You like the way I eat you out?" you noticed, and he whined at the way you described what you were doing to him.  

“Yes— don’t stop, please, p-put it in your mouth again…” he begged.  You met his gaze as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, bobbing your head and hand together until you found your rhythm.

You wouldn’t mind doing this all night if he kept making such lovely noises, but as they grew louder and louder, you realized he probably couldn’t take much more; you noticed him gripping your sheets in his fists and wondered if he was already trying to hold himself back.

Releasing your mouth off of him with a pop!, you sat up straight and started to get your own clothes off.  “Oh,” he sighed as he watched you, and you smiled a bit as you watched his eyes trail over every inch of skin as you exposed it.

“Were you thinking about this?” you wondered.  “Those nights you kissed me for a while and then left because you’re a gentleman— did you go home and think about this?”

Breathing quickly through his mouth, eyes following your body, he nodded.

“Did you touch yourself?”

He nodded again.

“You did?  I did too,” you purred proudly, stripped to nothing and suddenly straddling his hips.  “And— be honest— after you did that, did you feel bad?  You wondered if something was wrong with you, thought you might be a pervert or something?”

After swallowing thickly, he nodded one more time.

You leaned down and brushed some hair aside that had fallen into his face.  “Sweetie,” you cooed, “you don’t need to feel bad.  You’re not bad, and there’s nothing wrong with you.  Actually, you’re so good.”

“Really?” he breathed, and this time, you nodded.  You gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips, and then another on his cheek.

"If you'll let me, I'd like to make love to you," you whispered into his ear, seeing him sigh shakily and nod.  "Say it out loud so I know for sure."

"Please make love to me," he whispered.

Sitting up straight again, you looked down at him proudly.  He looked like he was wondering what he should do, if this was alright, and you did your best to soothe him.  "Just lay back, baby, I'm gonna do all the work," you grinned.  "You can be my pillow princess."

You chuckled as his cock flexed in your hand.

"Is that what you are, you're my princess?  You look like one with your pretty pink bra on,” you winked.  “Pull it down for me, show me your little tits…”

His whole face was turning pink enough to match the bralette as he hooked a finger into each triangle of lace and pulled it aside to put his chest on display for you.

“Good boy,” you sighed as you guided his cock to your entrance and slowly sank down.

The shock of the feeling made him let go of his bra and grab tight onto your hips, holding you still for a second, as if he couldn’t take it yet if you moved at all; that thought was so wonderfully filthy that you felt your insides flex of their own accord.

"Oh my god, Louis," you gasped, "you feel so good inside me… your cock feels so good."

He simply whined through his teeth, gripping your hips tighter.  The mascara-coated lashes were especially obvious when he shut his eyes tight, which he did for just a second before his face went slack when you finally started to move, a louder groan falling from candy-pink lips.  He whispered your name, tinted with awe, and you grinned proudly.

"You're so deep," you groaned.  "Do you feel how deep you are?  Oh fuck, I can barely take it…"

"I-I'm not hurting you, right?" he breathed, and you smiled as he opened his eyes to look at you with gentle concern.

"Oh, sweet boy," you cooed as you stroked his cheek for a moment, "no— you're making me feel so good… you're so good, Louis."

He sighed, like he enjoyed hearing that, but like he also finally believed you.

"Tell me how you like it, Louis," you encouraged, "tell me how to move to make you feel good."

He hesitated for just a second before he grabbed your hips and started to guide them in slow circles, making you both moan lowly.  "Like this," he breathed.

"Fuck, it feels good for me, too," you smiled.  "Will you come if I keep doing this?"

"Yeah," he sighed, and you moved your hips just a little bit faster.  "Yeah, I… I'll come…"

Leaning down and resting your arms at either side of his shoulders, you kissed his neck as you rode him, loving how desperate his moans became as you did it.  From then on it was all about trying to make him louder and louder, doing whatever you could to hear that sweet voice break as he cried out from pleasure.  He was so beautifully sensitive…

His eyes rolled back when you teased his nipples while he was inside you.  "Oh, my god," he moaned.

"Does that feel good, baby?" you hummed.  "It feels good to have your little titties played with while I ride your cock?"

"F-fuck," he grunted.

"I asked you a question, princess."

"Yes!  Yes it feels good," he sobbed.  "It feels so good, please don't stop— fuck!"

“You’re close, huh, baby?” you noticed in a quiet voice, and he bit his lip as he nodded.  “Are you trying not to come right now?”  He nodded again; poor thing.

“I— I don’t want it to be over,” he explained shakily.

“Mm, I know,” you cooed sympathetically, “but I wanna feel you come, okay?  I wanna see how pretty you are when you come.”

He hissed in a breath through his teeth, eyes shut tight, fingers digging into your hips again.

“Can you do that for me?” you pressed.  “Can you be my good princess and come for me?”

He nodded, and you smiled.

"Come inside me, Louis," you encouraged, "it's okay, go ahead."

Instantly, he made a choked sort of noise and you felt his hips move up to bury himself completely inside you; his mouth fell open and you felt his cock pulsing, pumps of come filling you.  With a contented sigh, you relaxed a bit on top of him.  You admired how good he looked with his makeup a bit disturbed from the sweat he’d worked up, panting as he blinked his eyes open and stared up at the ceiling, each rise and fall of his chest making the bralette shift slightly over his skin.

Eventually, you rolled off of him, and you smiled when a slightly-sweaty hand reached out to hold yours.  “Was it dressing like this and wearing the makeup that turned you on?” you wondered aloud.

“Well, that was part of it,” he admitted, without looking back at you, which you figured made it easier to respond honestly, “but really it was just all the attention you were giving me…”

You smiled and bit your lip slightly.  “Baby, you don’t need to wear a bra and put on makeup to get my attention… you’re always pretty, dressed up or not.”

He met your gaze then, and smiled back at you bashfully.

“See, that’s the prettiest thing you can wear: that smile,” you cooed, and he looked away as he smiled even wider.

“Stop,” he whined, but in that cutesy way that just made you want to compliment him more.  You held his face so he couldn’t squirm away when you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, you’re gonna wanna wash that makeup off so it doesn’t get on the pillowcases— or break you out,” you explained, sitting up, “and we could both use a shower after that…”

But you ended up electing for a bath, rather than a shower, which you found more comfortable to share.  You washed his face with a washcloth, then helped him lean back into the water to wet his hair so you could lather some shampoo into it.  He looked so relaxed as you massaged his scalp and carefully poured the water over his head; he even laid his head on your chest at one point and nearly dozed off, until you reminded him the water was getting cool and you’d need to get out and dry off soon.

You didn’t remember deciding to go to sleep, you just woke up the next morning with Louis in your bed, cuddled up close to you even while fast asleep.  You smiled as you examined his peaceful expression, realizing how exhausting it must’ve been for him to try to always play the part of a ‘normal’ guy.  This was the first time you saw him truly relaxed— he was always thinking when you were with him, you’d been trying to get him to loosen up and act natural, and he’d tell you that he was being natural, but he was lying.  You knew there was more under the surface… of course, you hadn’t known it was this, specifically.  But you felt pretty lucky because of all the things it could be, it ended up being so innocuous— and, if you were being totally honest, you thought it was sort of hot, too.  Not in a fetishizing sort of way, because it wasn’t specifically Louis’ complicated gender discovery that turned you on in itself… it was seeing him accept something about himself, seeing him more comfortable and more open, seeing him give in to desire even when you knew he was more than a little fearful of being different.

And he really did look good in the makeup; you could only take so much credit for that.

~

He had no idea this was an option: that he could find someone who accepted and embraced the things about himself he still didn't understand entirely; that you could take on a more dominant role with such gentleness, and relieve him of that pressure to be the perfect gentleman.

He still got to play the part, though; he picked you up from your apartment in his suit, with flowers for you, and you smiled and kissed him on the cheek.  He held your hand and gave you his jacket if you got chilly.  But when he needed it most, you took charge and he simply followed your lead.

After a while, he became brave enough to kiss you first much more, to touch you without asking explicit permission, even to ask you to help him put on makeup or pick out something new to wear.  He learned to accept being a little spoiled by you, and stopped getting worried that you were doing too much of the work— because you insisted that you enjoyed it.

Over time, he came to appreciate that feeling beautiful actually had a lot less to do with women’s underwear and getting made up with your borrowed cosmetics.  He felt most beautiful when he wasn’t wearing anything and you just told him that you thought he was perfect (which he still couldn’t quite believe, but he was trying); it wasn’t a matter of the way he looked anymore— it was the way you looked at him.

So, yes, he could still wear a suit out into the city and not feel horribly out of place; he could put on pretty underwear with you and not worry if he was a woman or a man or neither or both.  Most impressively, he could be with you and not convince himself that any day now, you would figure out what he ‘really’ was and leave him.  You did so much more than see him, you discovered him, and you always seemed to like what you found.  Crazy enough, Louis himself was starting to like it, too.

[cherry-stained-blood]

Can I request for Daki with an s/o who spoils her (buys her anything she likes) and just showers her with love and praise?

a little too much

Synopsis: As Daki’s partner, it’s your job to make sure she feels loved and cared for, especially when it comes to gift giving

Pairing: Daki x GN!reader (they/them pronouns)

A/N: Wowowowowo It’s about time ya boy writes something for demon slayer again. Thanks for requesting with Daki! She’s an interesting character to write for, so I hope I did alright with this! Tbh this can be read as platonic or romantic, take it as you will

TW: None that I can think of rn

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I would like to clarify that Daki CRAVES attention

She’s the type of girl that wants to be held and cared for at any moment. Not that it’s bad, but she just really likes being the center of attention

So you being the wonderful partner you are, you’d get Daki whatever she wants when she feels like it

And of course she appreciates everything you get for her. While she can be a bit of a brat, Daki knows when to be grateful for something

She’ll literally vibrate with excitement if you get her something as small as a bouquet of flowers

“Awwww these are so CUTE!! I love them so much!!!”

“They’re just flowers they’re not that big of a deal—“

If you’re a human, she’s be more fascinated with the gifts that she can’t normally get as a demon

Fancy kimonos, flower hair clips, or even ribbons, she’ll love all of them so much. Daki would cherish them even more because they’d bring her a strange sense of comfort too

Also by the way, every now and then she’ll go out shopping with you disguised as a human, and she’ll just get so giddy and excited

Daki is not like this with any other person except for you, she’s practically jumping with excitement at this point it’s insane

Honestly it’s quite endearing, to see such an intimidating person, just be herself around you

It’s a very heartwarming feeling

If you’re a demon you just end up stealing most of the human made items and just end up giving them to her

But even then most of your gifts for Daki would be handmade, and she’d appreciate them regardless

Shopping trips with Daki can wear you out so much

She always gets a lot of stuff, but she knows to appreciate them. You are spending a lot of your salary on her after all, she likes that

Besides, she just also likes to spend time with you too

Even if she’s constantly milking your wallet, but hey, who can blame her?

—

“Wait wait wait Y/N! Come here! This dress is SOO cute!!!”

“Hang on I’m coming! God you can be very hyper—“

The day has been rather hectic and busy for you. Taking out Daki on a lovely shopping spree was supposed to be a nice little activity, but it quickly turned into a hyperactive sugar rush, as the demon girl was jumping from store to store, eager to check things out.

Honestly, it was quite difficult keeping up with her. That girl had so much energy, it was practically wearing you out! But seeing that charming smile on her face every time she saw something as cute as a bracelet only made your heart melt.

Hence, why you had to keep moving forward for her.

“Wow… that dress is pretty. I think you’d look great it red,” you commented thoughtfully, imagining how Daki would look with that shade of scarlet red on her. She could only smile excitedly in return.

“I know right!? Ohhh can you get it, please please please pleaseeee? I promise this’ll be the last thing I ask for!!”

Normally, you would’ve said no, since your wallet was already crying from being used so much, but you couldn’t say no to those adorable eyes. “Ah— Alright fine, only because I love you so much.”

“YAY!! Awwwww thank you thank you thank you!! You’re the best, Y/N!!!”

There was something about her rather energetic state that just made you feel happy. You know that Daki doesn’t always get the chance to act like a kid again, and you wanna make sure you’re there to witness those moments where she’s truly happy.

Because honestly, who wouldn’t? She’s your ray of sunshine, and seeing that smile just makes you want to bask in it even more.

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[rhondafromhr]

Nerds corruption au chapter 4!!

Took me awhile before I was happy with this one but it’s finally done!

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“We’re Gonna Become the Bullies” - Chapter 4: I’m The One To Wrong What’s Right

Grace starts her day the same way she always does: waking up to the shrill buzzing sound of her alarm far too early in the morning. She hates to admit it (sloth is a sin, after all), but every once in a while it would be nice to hit snooze a couple times. There’s no time for that, though. She has to do her sweep of the school bathrooms to check for graffiti. She has to make sure the side exit to the gym is safely locked so nobody can sneak out to “smoke up” during class. As hall monitor, it’s her sworn duty to keep Hatchetfield High safe from all the troublemakers trying to normalize sin and drag everyone down to hell with them. She figures it’s the least she can do to atone for the perverse thoughts she was having about Max Jägerman up until the Waylon place incident. Among other, more recent developments.

Then there’s the whole thing where she’s kind of friends with Maxwell now, along with everyone else who was involved in that prank. She brought that hatchet and the other supplies that night expecting a very different outcome (the specifics of which are between her and God now, since it never came to be. Only He can judge her), but this is intriguing, too. Being the “school snitch” only gives her so much power. Sure, she can issue a detention slip or run and tell a teacher, but she knows in the end all it does is get people to be sneakier about whatever they were doing wrong next time. Being in Max’s inner circle opens up a world of possibilities. People are scared of him and there’s not a lot they won’t do to avoid his wrath. It’s been a week and by now, everyone knows Max will absolutely fly off the handle at anyone who dares mess with the rest of the group. They’re also starting to realize that said group can be pretty intimidating in their own right and becoming more scared of them. Grace would be lying if she said the thought didn’t excite her.

She thinks back to that first Monday after the Waylon place, when Max first heard about Brad calling Peter that crass nickname. The righteous anger he exuded briefly brought that tickle back again. The next day at lunch, Max proudly recounted to the rest of the group the awesome punch Pete landed and how Brad ran away like a little bitch after and how Steph gave Brad the hardest slap with one hand while holding Pete’s in the other and wasn’t that the sweetest, most romantic thing ever. By the time he got to their stint in the principal’s office, she stopped listening, just imagining Peter and the crushing impact of his fist on Brad’s face. She thought about the slap over and over again, too: Steph raising her hand, staring down at Brad with rage burning in her eyes and bringing it down hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek. Her face, she realized with horror, was red, too, but for an entirely different reason. Oh, heck. Oh, no. Not again. But this was even more shameful than even the worst thoughts she ever had about Max. This was about two people at once, one of whom was another girl.

She tries to push away those thoughts for now and joins her parents at the breakfast table, where her usual cup of hot water is waiting for her. If they had any idea what’s really been going on with her, they’d probably send her away to live at Camp Idontwannabang with the Jerries permanently and the first time in her life, that doesn’t sound too appealing. So she’ll just have to continue acting like nothing’s wrong - essentially lying to them. Another sin to pile on top of all her others. As they say in that video game Richie likes: “gotta catch ‘em all.” Her whole life, all she’s ever wanted is to be a good, chaste, godly girl. It’s what her parents and her church friends have all come to expect from her. Not to mention God Himself. There must be something deeply wrong with her if she tries so, so hard to live up to this standard and still falls short. The feeling of being a failure is so crushing she can almost physically feel it bearing down on her.

“Gracie?” Her mother says gently, “Gracie, are you alright?” Grace realizes tears are stinging at her eyes. She strains to hold them back.

“Oh, yes, Mommy, I’m okay! It’s just allergies. I, um, stopped taking Benadryl. Even if it’s over-the-counter antihistamines, drugs are drugs! Might as well be smoking the devil’s lettuce. Oh, I should get going or I won’t be early for school!” She leaves hastily, not stopping for her usual kiss not the cheek.

“Wait!” her Mother calls after her “it’s raining cats and dogs today, you’ll catch a cold, let us drive you!” All she gets in response is the sound of the door closing.

As Grace rides her beloved pink Schwinn bike to school, she can’t hold back the tears any longer. It’s early enough that not too many people are out and about, so hopefully nobody sees. She supposes she could always use that Benadryl excuse again, it’s believable enough for her. When she pulls up in front of the school, she notices two familiar figures standing in front of the main entryway. Shoot, it’s Max and Richie! She hastily wipes her eyes and stops to park and lock up her bike before approaching them. She composes herself and goes into hall monitor mode, even if her heart isn’t in it. They’d better not be hanging out here waiting to buy reefer off of the smoke club.

“Hi, Max! Hi, Richie! What are you two doing here so early?” She says, trying to keep her tone as chipper as possible.

“Oh, we have an appointment we couldn’t possibly miss,” Max tells her. Great, so they are here to buy drugs! She can’t even save her own friends from the dark, dangerous path that starts with weed and eventually leads to them smoking much worse substances under a bridge somewhere. Maybe even in Clivesdale!

“Uh, yeah,” Richie says nervously. He rubs his fingertips together. “Chad Thompson called me a cringe-ass weeb back in seventh grade, so I guess we’re going to catch him on his way in and issue an ‘outdoor swirly’, whatever that is.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it, Richie, it’s the best! Really subverts expectations. No one would ever think they’re about to get a swirly outside.”

“Yeah, I see your vision, but I feel like I’m really not grasping the logistics. Like, there are no toilets out here, how is it even possible?”

Grace is vaguely familiar with the term (“weeb”, that is. She’s just as confused as Richie about the outdoor swirly thing). She’s pretty sure it refers to people who are into those Japanese cartoons that Richie likes so much. She’s actually heard him refer to himself that way a few times and sometimes Ruth calls him that, too. It never feels mean when she does it - it’s obvious she loves that Richie’s a “cringe-ass weeb” and she wouldn’t have him any other way. They might be two of the most lewd, crass people she’s ever met, but she has to admit their friendship is something special.

“I don’t get it,” she says “you call yourself a ‘cringe weeb’ all the time.”

“Well, he said it like it’s a bad thing! It’s not just the words we say, but the way we say them that can have a long-lasting impact. I learned that at the anti-bullying assembly!” Oh, Max and his anti-bullying quotes. Grace would never tell him this, but she thinks flipping them to be pro-bullying is quite creative of him. Entertaining, too. Sometimes, she just has to giggle at the absurdity of it. Her mood finally starts to lift. She’s glad she ran into her friends. Her friends. She can call them that now.

“Well,” she says “I’d better go do my morning perimeter sweep. See you later, boys!”

“Later, Grace!”

“Bye, Grace, see you at lunch!” Poor Richie still looks a little terrified.

The downpour lets up and becomes a light drizzle as she starts towards the gym, fully intending to go take care of that pesky side entrance so the smoke club can’t ruin class today. Then, on an impulse, she makes a u-turn. What can she say? She’s a little curious about the logistics of Max’s new trick, too. She watches as they accost Chad. Oh, an outdoor swirly just means shoving his face into the huge rain puddle that’s formed on the ground. Max does it first. He moves slowly and intentionally, giving Richie instructions to accompany the demonstration. Appropriating the very forces of nature to enforce his rule over Hatchetfield High. It’s actually kind of poetic. She wonders what his backup plan was if it didn’t rain.

Max hands Chad off to Richie. Chad struggles, but can’t seem to get free. Richie must be stronger than he looks. His hesitation disappears and he moves with more confidence, seeming to delight in the torment just a little. He pushes Chad’s face down into the puddle, holds it there for a second, then yanks him out so they’re face to face, leaning over him menacingly.

“Who’s the cringe-ass weeb now, bitch? Trick question, it’s still me! But I bet you’ll think twice before talking shit about it next time,” he says as he shoves Chad to the ground.

“You guys are un-fuckin’-hinged! I don’t care what anyone says, I’m reporting this. You basically just tried to drown me!”

Maybe Grace can be of some assistance. “I’m the hall monitor and that’s not what I saw,” she says.

“Oh, hi Grace! I thought you left to go do your rounds,” says Max, as upbeat as ever.

“What did you see, Grace?” There’s a mischievous glint in Richie’s eyes.

“Well, Richie, I saw him shove you into that puddle. Completely unprovoked, no less. You were just standing here minding your own business. He held you down for a solid thirty seconds. I was scared he was going to drown you! I was about to go get a teacher, but then you finally broke free.”

“Fuck off, chastity belt! Who would believe that? He’s not even wet.” If Ruth were here, she’d have something to say about that phrasing.

“Well, for one, the principal would, because I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I’m the hall monitor and I’ve never given him a reason not to trust me. Who’s he going to believe between the two of us?” As childish as she knows it is, she can’t help but stick her tongue out at him. “How could you attack poor Richie like that? What’s he ever done to you?”

“Yeah! Oh my god, Richie, are you okay? That must have been traumatic for you,” Max says dramatically. It seems like he’s having fun with this.

“I’ll- I’ll live,” replies Richie, trying to sound meek and pathetic. It’s not too much of a reach for him.

“Your life is so hard and yet you’re so brave,” Max says with feigned solemnity. Richie pauses for a second, as if he’s debating what he should do next, then theatrically throws his arms around Max and buries his face in his chest. He adds a couple fake sobs for good measure.

“It’s okay, bro. It’s okay. We’ve got you.” Max smirks as he pats his back. Richie stays in position, but raises one of his arms in order to flip Chad off.

“God, fine, whatever!” Chad storms off.

“Grace,” Max says excitedly “that was awesome! You know, I always forget you’re the hall monitor.”

“Yeah,” Richie adds “We’ve really been sleeping on the potential for abuse of power!”

There’s a thought. She’s had real power this whole time, she wasn’t leveraging it to its full potential. It’s a shame - if she’d realized this sooner, she would’ve been much more effective at keeping the hallways free of debauchery. She’ll just have to make up for lost time.

“Just doing my job,” she says, now sporting her own mischievous grin.

And if she actually had fun hamming it up with Max and Richie and she’s a little proud that she was able to help them pull off their stunt, then that’s her business.

Before Grace knows it, it’s the end of the school day and she doesn’t feel like going home and being interrogated about this morning just yet. She sends her parents a quick text claiming that there’s an “emergency abstinence club meeting” and begins to wander the hallways aimlessly until she reaches the auditorium. She knows they’re currently doing rehearsals for The Barbecue Monologues. Ruth is always complaining about the actors flubbing their lines and messing up her lighting cues. Up until now, she hasn’t had much of an interest in the show. Apparently, it contains some foul language and references to sex (in a high school production! What is this world coming to?), but she has to pick her battles and her effort to get homecoming canceled has been time-consuming enough. Curiosity gets the better of her and she slips into the auditorium. She’s not sure what she expects to see, but it certainly isn’t Ruth standing center stage absolutely belting her heart out. Her voice is angelic and she puts so much passion and raw emotion into her performance. Beholding it is an almost religious experience. Grace would know.

The number draws to a close and Grace can’t help but applaud.

“Oh, no, my anxiety! Who’s there?” Ruth cries.

“Ruth, that was beautiful! If you’re that good, why aren’t you in the show? You should be the lead!”

“What, no! I’m way too nervous to do that! Plus it’s too late, rehearsals have already started and Trevor’s the lead.”

“Well, what if he wasn’t?” Grace says with a conspiratorial grin.

“But he is,” Ruth replies, not quite sure what she’s getting at.

“Have a little faith, Ruth! Things can change.”

Oh, no, she’s snapping again.

[yanderecrazysie]

Dabi NSFW Alphabet

Reposting because Tumblr is shit sometimes

WARNINGS: yandere themes, NSFW, mentions of non-con

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

Dabi isn’t really a cuddly person. He doesn’t really do anything for you after sex, except maybe kiss you a little. He’ll probably just turn over in the bed and go to sleep.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part about himself is his dick. It’s intimidating to any girl and it makes him feel good, so why not?

His favorite part about you is your cunt. He loves playing with it and fucking your pretty little pussy.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Dabi’s cum is very thick, but it’s not a huge load. It tastes average, since he doesn’t really care about his diet.

D: Dirty Secret

Dabi is addicted to porn. He can barely go a day without watching it.

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

Very experienced. There are plenty of girls who look past his burned body because he’s got a big dick and knows how to use it.

F: Favorite Position

Doggy style. He gets to see your nice ass jiggle and he feels in control.

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

He might make a few joking comments, but he’s mostly serious.

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

Dabi lets his hair grow a little long, but not too bad. The hair down there is white, since he only dyed his head of hair.

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

He’s not very romantic. He’s feral once he’s inside you, only thinking about fucking you as hard as he can.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Dabi jerks off all the time. He has a high sex drive and needs some way to relieve it.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dabi is a sadist and he also likes the idea of stealing your virginity.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Dabi will do it anywhere, any time and he doesn’t care who’s watching. In fact, he might just send videos to his damned father.

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

Dabi’s cock is really sensitive. Brush against it, sit on his lap, touch it and you’re fucked (literally).

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dabi, despite his sadism, doesn’t like blood. No period sex, no cutting you, nothing with blood at all.

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

Dabi prefers receiving all the way, but he will always make sure you’re nice and wet for him before he fucks you.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)  

He is fast and incredibly rough. He acts like he has a grudge against your poor little pussy with how hard he fucks you.

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

He’s more than okay with a quickie. In fact, most of the times he prefers it.

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

Dabi won’t listen to your ideas, but he has plenty of ideas of his own.

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

Dabi only goes one round usually, but that’s because he’s a little lazy when it comes to sex. He could probably go more if he tried.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Dabi would put a vibrator on your clit and watch you orgasm several times, helpless to your pleasure.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s a tease through and through. Both verbally and physically. Grinding against your g-spot, calling you all sorts of names, etc.

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

Dabi’s overall kind of quiet, but his breath is labored. At the end, he lets out a loud grunt.

W: With or without consent (Non-con or consensual?)

Dabi is pretty into non-con when it comes to you. In fact, it kind of turns him on to see you cry under him.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Dabi’s long and girthy, with veins up and down his sizeable cock. He’s also gotten piercings on the side and top of his dick that rub against all the right places.

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

Dabi’s sex drive is insatiable. He needs you all the time, even if you’re still sore. Sometimes he’ll give you a break and watch some porn instead.

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

Dabi gets a good night’s sleep, falling into unconsciousness pretty quickly. He doesn’t care if you have a sleepless night.

[cupofkey]

list of my tentative headcanons for nyo!vietnam, at least in how he’s similar to/different from his counterpart:

they’re both reserved, quiet, and a little intimidating, unless they really fw you. she is kinda like the older sister friend (caring/concerned, acts of service oriented) while he opens up to be a nice guy who isn’t afraid of taking it easy. if they care about something, it runs really deep, ride or die!!

she definitely has a “sharper” personality than him, a little more straightforward and serious. definitely a bit of a chip on her shoulder. they’re both very stubborn and refuse to quit

they both enjoy the little things. he’s a bit more showy and image oriented than her, she’s kinda miserly

I feel like she’s more inclined towards writing, poetry, philosophy etc, while he’s more inclined towards music and drama/storytelling. both categories have rich traditions and catalogues throughout viet history!

he’s more attached to gender/sexuality norms and roles. she doesn’t care much for them herself.

she’s more spiritual (always conscious of energy and balance and vibes and whatever), he’s more religious (enjoys going to mass lol). both of them are more superstitious than they’d like to admit.

they value family as a concept and their people immensely. she has a soft spot for the elderly, and he particularly loves children.

@/firstpetal reminded me of the lạc long quân/âu cơ myth which partially inspired this: but I feel like she’s very connected to the land (mountains, fields, valleys), while he’s connected to the water? (rivers, the ocean, lakes) like vibes-wise I feel she’s the type who plants roots, he’s more on the move. he also loves to swim and fish and all that

in a similar vein, I see her as kind of a country girl while he’s a city boy? they both like going out to their favorite spots and being surrounded by their people, as well as being out in the countryside and having that closer community. but she’s a bit more of an introvert; she loves to be outdoors and just be one with the land. he likes being a face in the crowd, blending with a wide variety of people, living a fast-paced life.

they’re great cooks!

he LOVES karaoke. also the viet pastime of drinking and eating with the lads just cuz (called nhậu) is his ultimate way to unwind. she joins him and quietly loves it just as much.

she has a really dry deadpan lowkey disturbing sense of humor. she would never say it but she rly doesn’t get why people don’t think she’s funny. meanwhile he’s funny in a basic smiley person way

she always wears this beat up old watch from the 90s (“it works just fine!”), meanwhile he is a Watch Guy TM (“so when are you removing that monstrosity.”)

they’re both light sleepers

she always ties up her hair haphazardly without a single fuck given, he has a whole hairstyling routine.

she’s pretty in her own way, although not particularly feminine. he definitely tries and succeeds at being handsome

he can be too confident at times, she is overly skeptical.

he’s more attuned to what’s contemporary than she is. music, fashion, news, etc. she is very practical and not about that

they’re both repressed closed off people who haven’t dealt with their baggage LOL

[carbondioxda]

Instincts and lovebirds (p.1)

Sokka x firebender!OC

c/w: swearing!! this is my first time writing an oc x canon so this may or may not be the worst thing you’ll ever read??, basically Sokka and Zuya making fun of Katara’s crush on Jet. This is also pretty long by the way. Written in third person and I usually avoid using adjectives that have informations regarding looks but I want you to have an idea of how Zuya looks like.

a/n: first time writing in the atla universe<33, english isn’t my first lanuage, please tell me if I make any mistakes

also just like in my previous posts, my way of writing dialogue might be different than what you’re used to.

I haven’t introduced my oc Zuya on this page at all, so maybe I’ll do it in a separate post. I hope you like her.

This whole encounter was weird. First, Sokka swore on his instincts that they all should walk instead of flying on Appa and then suddenly they’re being saved by a bunch of kids from being ambushed. Yet somehow, even though they were saved, something didn’t feel right. Zuya felt as if they were still ambushed or captured in some way. It was plainly uncomfortable.

Jet, Smellerbee, Longshot, Pipsqueak, Sneers and The Duke. They didn’t seem like a usual vigilante group. More like, wild children mixed with pirates. Zuya noticed some dirt on their necks and hands, they must’ve hardly ever bathed. Only Jet seemed to vaguely know what hygiene is. Even if Sokka’s instincts proved to be incorrect, right now the bad gut feeling he had was shared with his friend, Zuya.

- Psssst. - the brunette hissed to Sokka, while Jet’s friends were looking through the fire nation’s supplies.

- I’m right next to you, idiot. - he hissed back, but louder. - If you wanna talk shit about them I’m here for it, just don’t hiss like a wild animal. - the boy crossed his hands, looking at his friend.

- Okay, okay I just wanted you to get the goddamn hint.

- I know what you’re gonna say. - he begun.

- They look suspicious as hell. - they both said at the same time. Zuya tried her best not to point it out, so that he wouldn’t feel too special about guessing what she had on her mind. That would get into his head. Everything goes right into Sokka’s head, actually.

- Katara doesn’t think so. - Zuya choked out, pointing her head to the girl’s direction. Katara was thanking Jet for their help. Sokka seemed to run out of ideas on commenting this whole thing. He rolled his eyes. - I mean, it’s nice of her to thank him but her voice is high pitched and she’s kinda getting red.

- What? What do you mean? - Sokka squinted his eyes to see better, as if that was supposed to help in any way.

- Seems like your sister has a little cruuush. - Zuya teased, twirling her dark hair around her finger to mock Katara.

- Hell no, why this freak of all? Why couldn’t she perhaps, I don’t know, have a crush on Haru?

- We were in that village for two or three days, it’s better for everyone that she didn’t.

- We’re not gonna be here much longer either.

- It’s best if none of us has a crush. Any kind. It would only slow us down.

- Same thing! This whole Jay, or whatever his name is, isn’t all that. Just look at him. What the hell is that in his mouth? A straw? Grass? Is he a cow? - Sokka tried to come up with a creative insult.

- You’re just bitter because your life-saving instincts didn’t work. We should call them life-ending instincts, cause you know…cause we were ambushed.. - Zuya giggled. Sokka’s glare was digging into her. Even if he wasn’t very intimidating, she wasn’t going to test his limits right now. - No, but seriously. We should get out of here before we even have the chance to meet those guys closer. I know the type of mr. nonchalant, it’s not gonna end well. It’s for Katara’s own good.

They followed the group, because Katara and Aang wanted to see their secret hideout. It was pretty obvious their spot wouldn’t be on the ground, given that the trees were the tallest they’ve seen and tents or houses would be too easy to spot. However, Sokka didn’t really think about it.

- Soo, Zuya, right? Are you from the Earth Kingdom? - Jet asked. She was in the same attire she left her village, Kyoshi. She was taken in by the village’s members when she was just a young child, nobody really expected her to grow up to be a firebender.

- Yeah, I’m from The Kyoshi village. - she replied.

- Are you an earthbender?

- Actually she’s- - Katara begun.

- A non-bender! Just like Sokka. - Zuya corrected her quickly. The rest of the gaang didn’t question it.

- A, nice to know. Explains a lot. Hey, you two, grab those handles. - Jet suggested, turning to the ,,non-benders”.

- What does this thing d- - Sokka was cut off, being plunged into the air. Zuya couldn’t react in time, sharing the fate with her friend and soon grabbing onto the thick branches for dear life.

- Look, shit, look! - Zuya tugged on his arm.

- What?! - he asked, just now getting his head out of the leaves. She grabbed his chin and pointed him to look down, where Katara and Jet where smoothly flying upwards to the hideout. - I’ve had enough, we’re getting out of here as soon as possible. - he commented.

- They’re having their movie moment in there. - she said, noticing how Katara’s face is constantly red from all of the blushing. - How cute.

- You seem to be having a moment too. - Aang startled them. They didn’t notice him flying up. It slips their mind that Aang can literally levitate.

- A moment? We’re having a moment of hanging onto a tree branch. - Zuya said loudly, still recovering from the Aang jumpscare. Sokka turned away and climbed onto the wooden plank attached to the tree that led to the hideout.

They caught up with the group and Jet showed them around, talking about how amazing his ,,freedom fighters” are in being a pain in the Fire Nation’s ass. Sokka looked like he was in agonizing pain the whole time, and even more when they sat around the fire. That’s when Jet did his whole inspiring speech.

He sat down, separating Sokka and Zuya from Katara and Aang.

- Hey Jet! Nice speech.

- Thanks. By the way, I was really impressed with you and Aang. That’s some great bending back there.

- He’s great, he’s the avatar. - Katara explained. - I could use some training. - she was blushing again.

- The avatar? Nice. Very nice. - Jet seemed to be so pleased about that fact, it made them pretty uncomfortable. Sokka’s instinct must’ve worked at that moment.

- Sorry, but we need to leave tonight. - he said, cutting their conversation short.

- Yup, we should’ve left earlier, we can’t slow down. - Zuya added to back him up.

- Sokka! Are you kidding, I needed you for an important mission! - Jet whined.

- What mission? - Sokka’s ears perked up, even if he didn’t get too excited. A mission was enough for him to be convinced, knowing him.

- Tomorrow, we have to do a patrol and make sure The Fire Nation doesn’t attack or anything. - Jet tried to bribe him. - You could use a good night’s sleep for once.

- True. We’ll get to the North Pole, Sokka, let’s just use this occasion. - Aang spoke up.

- Only for one night. We can’t stay longer. - he gave in. - I’m going to sleep now, if you don’t mind. Me and Zuya stayed up all night to guard the supplies. We’re tired, right Zuya?

- Right. Exhausted.

- You can go to the hut on the left. - Jet said. - Goodnight!

- Goodnight. - Sokka spat out, before taking Zuya by the wrist and leading her away from the group.

- There’s no way you agreed to stay just to go on a mission, Sokka. - she hissed at him again. - It’s not even that important!

- Oh shut up, I’ll finally do something for once. Maybe they’ll give us some supplies for that.

- They won’t give us shit.

- Let’s just go. - he said, entering the small hut they were given to sleep in. They tried their best to ignore how annoying the newly met people were and just got ready for bed.

- Why did you tell them you’re a non-bender? - Sokka suddenly asked, when Zuya was brushing out her long hair. She usually wore it in two long braids, but this evening was a good occasion to brush it all out and distract herself.

- Gut feeling. They hate the Fire Nation.

- You’re not from the Fire Nation though?

- And how would they know that? It’s better to tell them the short version instead of explaining myself. I’m not planning on using fire here anyway.

- Good point. - he put his hands behind his head and laid down. - I’d love to see you firebend the hell out of them, though. - he added with a smug grin. It made her smile.

- Maybe I’d do that if I could firebend better. I only know a few moves. I think I might’ve noticed something. Sokka? Can you braid my hair?

- Yea…what did you notice? - he positioned himself behind her. Gran gran taught him how to do Katara’s hair when their mom died, he never really forgot how to do it.

- All of the ,,freedom fighters” have strange outfits. They’re so mixed. Jet has parts of the Fire Nation attire mixed with the Water Tribe’s clothes, or The Duke? He has everything in green and yellow, traditional Earth Kingdom colours.

- So, what are you saying?

- I’m just saying…don’t get into any trouble tomorrow. - she sat while he braided her hair. - Or your outfit might be worn by one of them soon.

- Thieves are the last thing I wanted to encounter. Still, why would I get into trouble? I’ll just pretend to be their friend or somethin’- he asked, already aware why exactly.

- You know damn well why. You’re going without us on that mission, don’t try to act like a smartass.

- I won’t. I’ll try to, at least.

- Promise me you won’t. I don’t wanna have to run to save your sorry ass again.

- Again? Excuse me. - he tugged her hair on purpose.

- Ow! Yes, again. If I wanted go count all of the times where I had to drag you out of someone’s hands I’d run out of fingers. - she grabbed his hand to stop him. Sokka scoffed at that. - Can I braid your hair too?

- No, my head is pounding when you do my braids, they’re too tight.

- I’ll be more gentle? - she smiled, just as he was finishing her own braids. He sighed.

- Just this once. - he finally agreed. - Don’t make them so tight.

- I’ll try.

- You don’t look exhausted. Is Sokka hitting on you again? - Katara asked when she entered the hut with Aang. She was in a good mood, who wouldn’t be if they found themselves a love interest?

- Not today. - she pretended to be let down. Or she wasn’t pretending.

- Just for the record, I’ve never done that. Focus on hitting on Jet, Katara.- he insisted.

- Stop moving so much or else I’m making the braids tight.

- You can’t deny it. Back in Kyoshi, Omashu and when pirates tried to take us. - Aang counted on his fingers and then shoved them into grumpy Sokka’s face. - And that one evening?

- You forgot the boat thing. - Katara reminded.

- Right, boat thing too. - Aang smiled like the cute kid he is.

- It wasn’t intentional. My charm is unbeatable, what can I do about it? Happens on it’s own.

- All of you should go to sleep. - Zuya said, carefully making small braids on Sokka’s head. She finished up and for the rest of the evening, thankfully nobody brought up the topic of Jet and his friends.

Zuya was abruptly waken up by Sokka, right when he came back from the mission. Katara and Aang must’ve already gone somewhere.

- Wake the hell up Zuya, they’re psychos! - Sokka shook her by the shoulders.

- Stop shaking me! - Zuya’s green eyes were barely open and the boy was still blurry in her vision.

[mapsareforbraindeads]

gonna infodump about the lawmane kids now!!

So, I decided that there are 3 kids living, and one deceased. they all have Misa’s last name, and their names are [in birth order] Saeko Amane, Keiko Amane, and Loe Amane. Mind you, they’re all teenagers.

Saeko and Keiko are twins, born like an hour apart.

Saeko is the eldest Amane child, and he is also the one he resembles his father the most. He has a similar facial structure to his father, as well as his father’s pale complexion and black hair. He has his mother’s blue eyes, and his dress style is more similar to his mother’s rather than his father’s. He was born deaf, but he has hearing aids now. He knows sign language as well. He’s definitely the smartest of the Amane children, and he spends the majority of his time goofing off rather than doing schoolwork. It comes natural to him anyway, so he doesn’t need to study. Another trait he received from his father is that same protective nature, he’s very protective over his family. He also looks up to his father a lot, and he wants to work in forensics when he’s older.

Keiko is the second eldest, again only younger than Saeko by a little less than an hour. She’s trans [MtF] and her family is very accepting. She’s a little less bright, more similar to Misa in terms of intellect, but L and Saeko are very willing to tutor her. She’s very androgynous looking, with chin length blonde hair and blue eyes. She has a more alt-ish dress style, regularly wearing band tees and stuff like that. She’s also freckly and actually really pretty [🤭], but if you tell her she won’t believe you. Her relationship with Loe is much better than her relationship with Saeko. Keiko aims to be a lyricist when she’s older.

Loe is the youngest kid, and the one who resembles Misa the most closely. Pretty, popular, and preppy. She’s alright in terms of smarts and intellect, and she definitely resembles Misa more than L in terms of intellect. She’s a bit mean, and very intimidating, she just can’t communicate very well. She has a better relationship with her mother than her father [and so do her siblings]. She really likes toxicology and is probably secretly raising Foxglove in her room. She has a pretty singing voice, and she’s a nice actress as well, so she would make BANK a model like Misa, but she’s just more interested in studying toxicology. She’s probably one of those high school “mean girls”, well, she’s perceived as one, but she isn’t really one. She has a better relationship with Keiko than Saeko, the reason being that both Keiko and Loe envy Saeko and feel that their parents favor Saeko.

L is also a bit of a crappy father, sorry. He’s just at work all the time and never around to spend time with his wife and kids. But, on the occasion that he does get a break, he makes SURE to make it up to them. His does favor Saeko internally, but he feels horrible about it and he tries not to let it show. He just always wanted a kid that was just like him, and Saeko was like that for him.

Also, for the aforementioned deceased Amane child, there was one kid that ending up dying either when they were a few months old or due to Misa having a miscarriage. I haven’t decided on their name or the circumstances of their death yet, but it’s big angst fuel because “G--d-mnit, L, why couldn’t you have been home when it happened?!”

I just really need to write a fic in the Happily Ever After AU where Misa and L get married and have these kids. It would be quite cute, actually. If you have any ideas for these kids, tell me!!

We gotta ramble abt them together!!

OH MY GOD I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

i’m so glad that you acknowledged that L wouldn’t be a good parent because he 100% would NOT be. he dedicates so much time to his work and barely even gave thought to his successors, so he’d probably prioritize cases and work over everything else. however, he’d still try and make it up to them, you’re right.

i’ve always headcanoned misa as having her whole life planned out since she was a little girl. she had her wedding planned, her kids’ names, her job, her husband, everything. so when it comes to the miscarriage and all of the little imperfections in her family, she kind of struggles with not being able to live a perfect happily ever after like she wanted, but it’s as close as she’s getting.

i immediately took an interest in L and saeko’s dynamic. L having a mini-him running around would give him some sense of pride, although a bit uncanny at first *cough cough* beyond. saeko's super perceptive, so he definitely notices his dad's subtle favoritism and tries to shift his dad's favor to his siblings, which barely works. he'd probably feel some guilt over being, essentially, the only child his dad really gave a second thought in his eyes. you and i both know that would 100% not be L's intention, but it would come off that way to the kids.

i don't have much to say about keiko and loe imma be honest. they seem like they'd be pretty close, like you mentioned. i can imagine misa taking them out shopping and/or going out to places while L watched over saeko.

i’m sorry, i wanted this to be longer lmao. it’s just late (yes, i’m going to bed, gn. don’t come after me)