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wildflower and barley -- joel miller x reader

pairing + fandom: joel miller x reader, the last of us (hbo)

word count: 5k+ oops

warnings/notes: smut smut smut!!! minors DNI, 18+!!! no outbreak!au. age gap (it's implied reader is in her 20s while joel is 45) and mentions of joel being kinda perverted and liking it lol. drinking (both reader and joel, not excessive), use of a dating app like tinder but not specified, unprotected PIV w creampie and oral (m+f receiving), do not fuck your tinder hookups without protection i'm just horny and gross. excessive use of darlin' as a nickname. implied that reader likes men. she/her pronouns used, afab!reader (with mentions of body parts), no use of y/n. if i missed anything lmk!

a/n: heavily inspired by this post by @yesttoheaven about joel's tinder profile!! it has been rotting my brain since i saw it which literally inspired me to write my first fic in the tlou fandom ever so please be gentle with me. i imagined show!joel because i've never played the game so do with that what you will. please reblog and leave comments if u enjoy it <3333

divider by @cafekitsune

summary: after deciding to change your age range on a dating app in hope of a change of scenery, you stumble across joel miller.

No one likes using dating apps.

Swiping left, left, left mindlessly at troves of men holding fish, showing off their trucks, or with deer heads mounted to the walls behind their selfies holding guns.

This was Texas, after all.

Having just moved here, it was a little shocking, to say the least. But you were getting used to the “eligible” bachelors that were your age generally looking and acting the same. When you did end up finding someone of interest, you were usually turned off pretty quickly by whatever shitty pick-up line they had chosen. Or, your personal favourite, “wanna fuck?”

No thanks.

It was an idyllic summer evening, the hot stuffy air of Austin flowing in through your windows. You laid in bed, propped up on the pillows against your headboard and sorting through the faces that adorned your screen. No one particularly interesting, as usual, and every profile was starting to melt together to look the same.

You sighed, looking into your settings, adjusting and increasing different metrics to hopefully change the pool just enough for there to be someone new or interesting.

Age range: 25-30

Your eyebrow cocked as you looked onto the screen, pulling the slider more to the right experimentally. No one was here to see you, and even though it was slightly embarassing to be interested in older men, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your interest to imagine it. Even just to try, and see, if they ever really did grow up. You imagined it was wishful thinking, but increased the range anyways.

Age range: 35-45

Feeling the need to throw your phone across the room after doing that, you placed it face down under your pillow and slid out of bed. No use in swiping through them now, and you were getting tired of looking. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a new episode of your favourite show was waiting for you downstairs.

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Joel Miller does not use dating apps.

He barely knows how to send a text on his phone, let alone navigate the world of online women. Not to say he didn’t explore the options, so to speak, but they usually were not ones that were single, his age, and in his area. Unless the ads on those sites were real, that is.

“It’s starting to get sad,” Sarah had remarked at breakfast, when they got on the topic, and Joel feigned hurt. Hand over his heart, he dropped his fork onto the plate. “It’s not sad, Jesus. I’m just busy, is all.”

“Busy not gettin’ busy,” Sarah remarked, and Joel’s eyes widened. “Hey now! None of that.”

A blush spread up his cheeks and ears as they continued to eat breakfast in slightly awkward silence, before Joel took his plate to the sink. “Okay, off to school, you. And no more conversations about my dating life. Ever.”

Sarah laughed as she finished off the last of the juice in her glass. “I’m just saying, dad. You can if you want to. Might be nice for you.”

Joel planted a soft kiss to her head before she bounded out the door, rolling his eyes and calling out a ‘love you’ before she closed the door swiftly behind her. Joel stared at his cell phone on the table. Maybe it would be nice.

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The following evening, you were a little too excited to see the dating app specimens you had acquired. Not sure what to expect, really, and you went in with no expectations. It’s not like they’d magically all be tall, dark, and handsome, but some variety never killed anybody.

Paul, 41

Daddy, but not yours. No libs allowed. 6’ because that matters.

You sighed deeply. Some things never change.

After swiping through much of what you were used to, a profile managed to catch your eye among the sea of disappointment.

Joel, 45

Just a Southern gentleman trying this out for the first time. Contractor of over 10 years. I love my daughter, BBQ, strong coffee, and sleeping in.

Now that was the most interesting thing you’d seen in a while.

He didn’t look a day over 40. His eyes creased at the corners when he smiled wide in his photos. He looked tan, a product of the Texas heat and his job, you thought. His features were accompanied by salt-and-pepper facial hair and messy curls that looked soft and pliable. His photos showed off his physique incredibly, tight wash-worn t-shirts pulling over his arms and shoulders, looking big, broad. He was no doubt the most handsome man you’d seen on an app, maybe ever.

When you swiped right before you could think too hard, you were surprised to see the green “Match!” Flash across your screen.

Your fingers ghosted over the keyboard on your phone, thinking of a witty thing to say, probably for too long.

Your phone buzzed as you saw a notification pop up.

Joel has sent you a message.

Hey, darlin’. How are ya?

You felt your face warm at the sweet message, when was the last time someone had called you darlin’? Ever?

Hey cowboy. I’m great, how are you?

He was certainly an eager responder, taking only a few seconds to reply. You found yourself smiling down at your phone screen.

Cowboy… I like that. I’m better now that I’m talking to you.

Oh, Joel, who told you to say that? 😂

No good?

Not bad. 6/10.

Only 6/10? I’ll work on it. I like to think I’m better in person.

I would love to find out.

You found yourself emboldened by how easy the conversation was flowing. Joel was certainly easy to talk to, easier than the other matches you had going for you, and infinitely more handsome.

Oh, would you? Alright. I’d love to take you to dinner sometime. If you don’t mind being seen with an old man such as myself in public. Or meeting a stranger from the internet.

He’s a very handsome stranger. I would love to go to dinner with you. Know any good spots? I’m new around here.

There’s a great barbecue spot in downtown Austin. If you’d prefer something fancier, let me know.

I love bbq. Just tell me where and when, cowboy.

Tomorrow, 7pm ok?

You sent him your phone number in the message. Fuck it.

Sounds great. Text me the address, I’ll be there. :)

Joel’s reply didn’t come. Instead, a text appeared at the top of your screen with an unknown number.

It’s Joel. This the right number?

Yup. You found me.

Great. Talk tomorrow sweetheart. Looking forward to it. :)

He texted you the address of the restaurant, right before you opened the contact card, saving his name as “cowboy ♡”.

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Cowboy. Cowboy. Cowboy. It was playing over in his head like a broken fuckin’ record.

Joel was positively freaking out about this date.

Sarah had managed to secure a sleepover at her friend’s place, so the house would be empty for the night. He had been busying himself with cleaning the entirety of the house, even taking the time to mow the grass before work and vacuum the family room. He can’t remember the last time he vacuumed anywhere.

Would she even make it back here? How does this work? Will she want to sleep over or hang out on the couch or should he be making a dessert for after?

His mind was brought out of it’s craze by Sarah jumping down the stairs. She plopped her bag down on the freshly wiped countertop.

“Careful,” he warned, putting a hand up. “I just cleaned that off.”

“I can tell. It smells like the cleaning aisle threw up in here.”

He smirked before patting her head with his hand, as she aggressively smoothed out her hair. “Dad! Don’t!”

“When do you wanna go to Ellie’s?” He asked, more gaging how long he has left to get ready than actually asking.

“Probably soon. Why? Tryna get rid of me?” she poked her dad in the side, but when she flinched away instead, a large smile spread across her face. He was tense.

“What’s your deal?” Joel hated the way she knew him so well sometimes.

“Nothing.“

“Are you going on a date?”

Silence fell over the kitchen between the two of them, as Joel’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “How did you know?”

“Oh my god, you actually took my advice,” Sarah laughed, watching her dad’s face burn red with embarrassment. “Just don’t do anything weird on communal surfaces, please.”

Joel shook his head at her suggestion, already becoming annoyed with the whole prospect. He was so nervous, about what to wear, how to act, what the expectation was… let alone, what would happen if they made it back to his place at all.

Although, when he was able to shake his nerves for a second, he was just really fucking excited.

“Wear those dark jeans, and that green shirt you wore to Tommy’s last week. Looks good on you.” Sarah smiled as she put her arms around Joel’s middle, while his worries melted away with her touch. “She’ll love you, I promise.”

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It had been such a long time since you’d been on a proper date, you were starting to lose your mind at the simple process of deciding what to wear.

Clothes were strewn across every surface of your apartment, shoes matching with jeans that matched with cardigans, tops that matched with belts and jackets.

It’s 87 degrees at 5 o’clock, idiot. You’re not wearing a jacket. Relax.

Exhausted of picking out outfits and making decisions, you collapsed on your couch and took a look at your options. You landed on an easy sundress, putting the rest of your clothes back in their respective drawers, and pulling out all of the products you were expecting to use to get ready.

You scrolled through your phone aimlessly as a notification bubble popped up on the screen.

We still on for tonight darlin’? Or did you change your mind?

No worries if you did. I respect that.

You let out a cackle at the message, thinking about how he must look right now. Was he nervous? Scared? Was he just looking for a controversially young fuck?

You weren’t… completely against that.

Didn’t change my mind, wouldn’t in a million years :)

Meet you there. Can’t wait to see you.

His eagerness to meet up would’ve been a red flag if it were any other run of the mill guy, but something about Joel felt special. There didn’t seem to be any funny business with him; too sincere to try anything other than just a good old fashioned date.

You too, cowboy.

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When Joel showed up at the restaurant, he clenched a small bouquet of pink peonies in his right hand and checked his watch obsessively. The minutes ticked away, as he kept a high alert for anyone who could be his potential date. He knew what you looked like, of course, but this being his first time doing anything of this sort is making him hyperaware of anything going awry.

When he does lay eyes on you, his whole gaze softens. A pink sundress, hair pristinely styled and a bounce in your step that reminded him of summer. You looked like an angel, the sunset behind you painting the sky tangerine, which reflected off of the shine against your supple skin. So young, beautiful, it was taking his breath away.

“Joel?”

Your voice matched your sweet demeanour, and he was taken out of his waking daydream.

“Hi,” is all he can say, letting his breath out as he relaxed. “Yes, hi, sorry. I’m Joel.”

“Hi,” you laugh back, eyes darting to the flowers in his hand. They matched your dress.

“These are for you,” he gets the hint, extending his arm out, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearm. He looked so much stronger in person, it was making your knees go weak.

“Thank you, wow,” you held them up to your nose to smell the sweet aroma. “I love peonies.”

“Me too,” he smiled, showing off a string of pearly white teeth, that contrasted with the pink of his lips and the even tan of his skin.

“Shall we?” He extended his arm to you for you to grab onto, and you got to feel the warmth of his skin for yourself. Your hand wrapped around his forearm as he opened the door of the restaurant for you, leading you inside and catching a glimpse of the backs of your thighs as you walked in front of him.

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When you were finally sitting, the conversation flowed easily. He was truly a Southern gentleman, like he had said. It wasn’t normal for you to open up so quickly, but Joel was so easy going and smart, he asked the right questions and knew when to listen. He knew how to listen, a warm gaze and a nod along, asking follow up questions to your answers and easily getting to know you.

You asked about his daughter, his family, his work. He was happy to tell you.

“So, what’s a man like you doing being single in this city?” You take a sip of the wine in the glass in front of you, burgundy staining your bottom lip.

He takes a bite of the food in front of him, a napkin pressing to his lips quickly after. “Been busy,” he started to say, honey brown eyes meeting yours for a second. His gaze sent an electrifying pulse down your spine.

“And, well, when Sarah’s mom left there was a ton to do,” he says it nonchalantly, as if that should be something normal to happen. “House, work, school, she keeps my hands full. Hasn’t been a lot of time.” His syrupy drawl is pulling you in, you’re enticed by the way he speaks to you. So easy, warm, soft. You wonder what his hands feel like on your body, lips pressed to your neck, torso pressed against yours.

“Sorry, that’s a lot of information for a first date,” he laughs to cover the awkwardness, and quietly curses himself for going into so much detail about his precarious family situation and basically admitting to you that he hasn’t fucked anything other than his hand in the last 5 or so years.

“No, it’s okay,” you slide your hand across the table, palm up, urging him to slot his hand into it. He takes it, easily, enveloping yours. His fingers find the pulse point on your wrist. You let your eyes drift up to his, drinking in the way his chest fills out the shirt he chose.

“What’s your story?” He asks earnestly, giving your hand a squeeze. “Can’t imagine there isn’t a long line of people outside waiting to take my place, darlin’.”

You blush furiously at the nickname, and let your eyes meet his once again. “You have no idea the… mess that is out there,” the wine is calling your name to take another sip at the mere thought, but you refrain. “Certainly not too many I am interested in.”

“So, is that why you’re on a date with an old man on a beautiful summer night in Austin?”

You could tell Joel, in a twisted way, liked that you were younger than him. It made him feel younger by admission, that you’d want to spend time with him.

“You’re not that much older,” you laugh, not even believing it yourself as the words left your lips. “And I like to try new things. Don’t you like trying new things, sometimes?”

It was his turn to let his face go red at your insinuation. If only you knew how ‘new’ this really was for him, how much he was pushed out of his comfort zone right now.

You didn’t notice.

A little more polite small talk and exchanging of stories was all you could take before the tension was becoming too much. After another glass of wine and a shared plate of sky-high chocolate cake for dessert, you were enjoying his company and could tell he was enjoying yours all the same. When you met his gaze again, hands still intertwined, you could tell there was a question on the tip of his tongue.

“Would you want to…“ - a nervous pause, with a halo of lust - “come back to mine for a nightcap? I’ve got an empty house this evening.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing in your heart that Joel must’ve made arrangements for his family not to be home in anticipation. He had to have planned for you, known in his heart you’d say yes.

“I’d love that.”

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Joel’s home is unmistakably him. It smells like a pine candle that sits near the front door and a faint aroma of laundry detergent. There’s photos everywhere, him and his daughter, his brother’s family. Big windows were letting in the twinkling lights of the city outside, the inky sky making them look brighter against its canvas.

“You have a beautiful home,” you say, although it seems a little formal for the situation. What else do you say to a grown-up in their house?

“Thank you,” he takes a bottle of whiskey from the bar cart and pours two rock glasses, handing you one. He flicks on a lamp, ambient light filling the room and painting his skin amber orange, as he joins your side by his kitchen table.

“I did a lot of the construction myself, the decorations are my daughter.” He points lazily to the trinkets on the shelves and photos on the wall. “I don’t really have a good eye for that type of stuff.”

You take a sip from the drink and it coats your throat, burning down as you suppress a cough at the taste. You nod along as he explains the design choices he made in the home, and you play along, knowing it’s likely out of anxiety.

“What about upstairs?”

Your eyes are innocent as they meet his, although you understand the implication you’re making whole-heartedly. He puts his glass down on the kitchen table and you follow his lead, his strong hand around your wrist as he leads you up the stairs wordlessly.

“It’s not anything,” - he clears his throat - “special,” he shows you around the second floor, finishing at the door of his bedroom that has been left slightly ajar.

You step in quietly, leading him inside as you take in the bedroom. Neatly folded clothes, a made bed that looks well loved. Blue sheets and fluffy pillows, big bay windows that let the moonlight in.

“I think it’s nice,” you say simply, letting yourself turn around to meet his broad frame. He looks down at you slightly, eyes meeting yours as your hand drops from his grasp and snakes around his neck. His hands come up the sides of your dress, pulling it up slightly, but landing on your waist.

“Is this okay?” He asks tentatively in the dark of the room, his lips so close to yours already you can practically taste the whiskey on his lips for yourself. You answer him by pressing your tentative lips to his, slotting them together easily.

Joel’s grip on your waist tightens momentarily as he takes you in, pulling you as close as he possibly can. He can smell the perfume on your neck and the wine on your lips from earlier, and it’s making his need for you increase tenfold.

You pull him into you as you stumble back to let your knees hit his mattress, sitting down and letting your hands come to his belt buckle. Your hands came to undo it as he pulled his t-shirt off to throw onto the floor beside him, bending down to help you pull the dress over your shoulders to meet his t-shirt.

You made quick work of his jeans, pushing them to the ground and looking up at him with a keen glance. You could see the breath making his belly rise and fall, anticipating your touch on him any second.

When your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his breath hitched and his head rolled back. He was already half-hard only from kissing you, so a few pumps made him easily ready for your mouth.

“You’re so big,” is all you can think to say, head spinning from the sheer size of him right in front of your face. Your mouth watered at the way his hand palmed through your hair, pulling you in closer to him for some relief.

It was intoxicating to him, the way your mouth fit around his cock. Such a beautiful sight to see, your head licking and sucking at his tip, gathering spit there to lubricate him. His knees were going weak as he watched intently, no thought able to cross his mind, other than maybe how long it had been since he’d had anyone to do this with. He was going to have to pace himself if it was all like this.

Your mouth constrained around the length of him, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob of your head. Filthy sounds were filling the room now, of your eager mouth pulling him in as best you could. His hand stayed steady at the back of your head, not pushing, just softly pressed there for support. His other hand found your shoulder, pushing down your bra strap.

“God, darlin’,” was all he could choke out, using his hand to pull you off of him. Your hand lazily stroked him as you looked up at him, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that,” his laugh eased some of the tension in the room, as you took your other hand and wiped the spit away.

He leaned down, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips before using his own hands to unclasp your bra and let your breasts free. His lips traveled to the side of your neck, before he was kneeled down between your legs, sucking your nipple into his mouth. He lapped at you, all consuming, as his hand came up to grasp the other breast that wasn’t being serviced. He moaned at the noises you were making, lewd whines into the night air that only encouraged him.

His lips made their way down your body to your clothed centre, your back against his soft sheets. You looked down at him intently, watching as he pulled your panties down your legs and immediately delved into your pussy with broad strokes of his tongue.

Your body jerked upwards at the contact, hand fisting the sheet beside you as he lapped at you, like a man starved. His expert tongue found your clit easily, sucking and licking at you for what felt like hours. You thought about his heavy cock between his legs, begging to be touched, hard as ever as he licked at you desperately.

“Joel,” you whined out, feeling your hand reach down to grab at his curls and push him deeper into you. That only made him moan, one hand lazily fisting his cock as the other came up to dip a finger into you, allowing you to see stars when you screwed your eyes shut.

His fingers were so large, pressed into your core as you fucked yourself on them and his tongue in tandem. He was groaning and grunting, and you hoped his neighbours couldn’t see into the window at the desperate filth that was going on in his bedroom.

“Fuck, Joel, please,” you begged, but he had no mercy, and your orgasm was creeping up on you. He was ready to watch you come undone, pushing a second finger into you and furiously sucking on your clit. His other hand left his own pleasure and wrapped around your breast, pressing and playing with the hard nub there, pinching to provide a little bit of sting to it. It was sending you into another dimension.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” and his voice is gravely and debauched, enough to send you into your first orgasm, chanting his name and pulling on his hair. He was happily licking at you, fingers still pressing in and out as to not mess up the rhythm, as you rode out your orgasm against his face.

When you started to come down, he finally detached himself from you before standing up between your legs and pressing his broad palms to your thighs. He stayed there for a moment, cock still hard and heavy between his legs as you gazed up at him, out of breath from his work.

“You’re really good at that,” was all you could think to say, head clouded with arousal. You moved up on the bed a little, opening your legs and pressing your knees apart to show your pussy to him again.

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you breathe out, letting your hand find your own clit to rub it teasingly for him. It was still so sensitive, but the way he was looking down at you, eyes dark and stormy with need, you could almost come again just from that.

He put a knee down on the bed and crawled on top of you, his lips finding yours once again as your hands found his face. You held him there, savouring the kiss as his tongue crashed against yours, all warmth and spit and the taste of you. His hand found your breast and continued to play with your nipples, softly, coaxing more moans into his mouth from yours.

He leaned back and slipped his cock inside of you, filling you up immediately and making you gasp. He groaned into the side of your neck, tonguing the side of your ear and kissing you feverishly as he pumped in and out of you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly close, your moans filling the room as he rocked in and out of you. He kissed your jaw and chest, before reaching down between your bodies and pressing his thick finger to your clit again, using the wetness there to draw circles around your sensitive nub.

“So pretty,” he smiles into your neck, your hand on the back of his, playing with the now-sweaty strands of hair on the nape. “So pretty for me, taking my cock,” the dirty talking is welcome as he continues to bring you closer to a second orgasm, your breath hitching once again.

“Come inside of me,” you say it like a whisper, a secret in the stillness of the room, and Joel is unsure he even heard you correctly.

“Are you sure?” He says it not accusingly, but in a way that conveys he feels like he just won the lottery.

“Yes, please, fill me up.”

You can see the way his eyes darken more, shifting so he’s on his knees and using your body to fuck himself on his thick cock. His hand continued to play with your clit, bringing you so close to your orgasm that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His cheeks were getting hot as he thrusted in and out furiously, and you could almost see the stress melt off of his face as he came close to his own undoing.

The white-hot feeling washes over you once again, eyes shutting before you’re back on your elbows and watching intently. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as his thrusts become sloppy, your name pouring out of his lips like a prayer. You’re clenching around him and letting him ride out his high alongside you, slowing after his hot cum coats your walls and leaves you full of him.

He collapses on top of you, cock softening inside as you both catch your breath together. Your chests are sticky with sweat as you breathe, taking in the smell of him, and the feel of his warmth on your body.

He pulls himself from you and flops beside you, still taking a moment to admire you. You look over at him, a lazy smile on your face as your hand reaches out to caress the skin of his chest. He takes the time to run his fingertips up your arms and back as you lay there in silence together, just soaking in the moment in a post-sex glow.

“I guess I should get going,” you say after a few beats, sitting up to grab your dress off the floor. You cringe at the thought of throwing your underwear on and leaving, this being just another random hookup for you that never lead to anything. Joel was sweet.

A confused look spreads across his features and his brows knit together, before sitting up next to you at the edge of the bed.

“I mean, I don’t know how these things usually go,” he laughs, as his hand finds your lower back. “But you don’t gotta run outta here like a scared animal or somethin’.”

You look up at him again, unsure of what to do next. In your, albeit limited, experience with dating app hookups, you were expected to leave pretty much right after.

“Oh, um,” you look around the room at the soft worn-in sheets and the TV across from Joel’s bed. You take a look at him again, your eyes meeting his to match his gaze, where you can tell he’s mentally begging that you’ll stay the night.

“I mean, if you don’t mind, I’d be happy to stay.” Joel smiled lopsidedly and let his hand rub soothing circles at your lower back.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he laughs, stepping over to go into the bathroom and warm up a cloth for the mess spilling out from between your legs. “I wouldn’t mind wakin’ up and doing all that again tomorrow.”

You laugh and lay back onto his bed as he presses the warm cloth to your pussy, his lips once again finding yours to pull you in for a sweet kiss.

You nod, sliding between the comfortable sheets as Joel runs downstairs to grab your abandoned drinks as well as a couple of bottles of ice cold water. He slips into the sheets next to you, not bothering to throw on any pajamas (not that you were complaining), and settling in beside you. After a few gulps of water, you nestled into his chest and let your hand find his tummy, resting on it as you listened to the even pattern of his breath.

“We should do this again. Like, after tomorrow morning.” you say quietly as you’re drifting in and out of sleep. His fingertips continues to slide across your arm and give you goosebumps as you snuggled closer into him, hearing a laugh exhale out of his nose and feeling a kiss press to the top of your head.

In his sleepy, deep southern drawl, he replies. “Don’t have to ask me twice, darlin’.”

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Rook Hunt NSFW Alphabet

→ Request: Rook Hunt for the NSFW Alphabet please!

→ Author’s Note: wrote everything on my phone so any weird concord or tense errors are probably because of that

→ ⚠ Warnings ⚠: Smut! What else did you expect? Blood

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

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

He kind of just stares at you afterwards. No expression, just wholly neutral.

It may make you a bit insecure, but he immediately starts to compliment you.

Likes to run you a bubble bath and help you clean up

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

He always tells you that his favourite part of you is what you just so happen to be insecure about. In truth, he can’t really choose. Every part of you is his favourite and he’ll also tell you this regularly

He quite likes his hands, do with that what you will

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

Anywhere, he has no preference wherever you want it he’s going with it no question

Though he does enjoy doing it outside, either in a condom or on you

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

Nothing is a secret with this man, he tells you everything he’s into and everything he isn’t and expects the same from you, though he understands if you’re hesitant to talk about things like that.

He’s everything if not patient.

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

He gets no bitches

He’s a quick learner so he knows what he’s doing most of the time but no, has almost no experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to positions so missionary or cowgirl, depending on who’s the dom

Also up to being pegged just so you know

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

Depends on the foreplay mainly

Tends to be more carefree and playful all throughout unless it’s a specific roleplay scenario that you two are acting out

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

Come on he’s a Pomefior student he’s very well-groomed

The carpets are slightly darker than the drapes, kind of like how eyebrows are sometimes

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

He is SO sappy

Wants to pull out the candles and rose petals and smooth music every time you have sex, and succeeds for the most part

Even when it’s spontaneous he goes: “Wait, wait!” and pulls out a rose from absolutely nowhere and gives it to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t do it often

If he’s in a mood he usually goes to you for help, but if you say no he has no problem taking care of himself

You won’t know this though, because he is very quiet when he wants and needs to be, maybe lets out a sigh when he finishes but that’s about it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Predator/Prey dynamics 100%

He is a switch as well, so he doesn’t mind being either

Also into biting/ marking

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

In your dorm or (and I know I'm being super stereotypical) against a tree

Anywhere in the house is fair game to him

He doesn't want to have sex on the ground, so trees are also fair game (and they give him more leverage)

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

It is an enigma to you and himself

Some days he just randomly thinks about something that makes him horny with zero prompting

But at the same time, he is very easily swayed when it comes to you. You could breathe and he’d get turned on

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

He’ll try anything at least once, he’s a bit of slut that way.

But also anything you agree is a hard limit, he respects your boundaries

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

Probably prefers receiving

Firmly believe that he thinks he's worse at oral than he actually is

He is really good though

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

Leans more slow and sensual

He wants it to last as long as possible and wants both of you to feel good all throughout

He is also a bit of a tease

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

Doesn't like them very much

He wants sex to be romantic and to him that means slow

Though in the same breath that doesn't mean that he'll never have a quickie

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

So, so game

You have no idea

As said before, he'll try anything at least once before deciding it's a no

He takes risks, but at the same time if you say no to something he'll drop it immediately

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

He can go for a lot of rounds, but they're all pretty short since he finishes quickly

Won't stop until you've finished though

Challenges himself to try and last longer each round, but it's usually the same each time

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

He has a box. No I won't elaborate.

Uses them on both himself and you

Once again: Is down to get pegged

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't do it often but boy does he enjoy it

He's a frequent overstimulator so be warner

Teases you and also doesn't mind being teased back

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

He can be both really loud and freakishly quiet depending on the situation

Overall though he's a very loud moaner

Doesn't whimper or dirty talk as much, but does do so every now and then

Has legitimately said 'Yay!' Once after he finished and yes it was inside

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

He’s into bloodplay

Menstrual or from a cut (or even edible fake blood if you’re uncomfortable being cut)

Its how it looks specifically that he's into

I will elaborate no further

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

3 inches when flaccid and like 3.5 when hard

Girthy and also has a slight curve down

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

It’s neither high nor low. It’s pretty random, to be frank

If you're in the mood he's usually down

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep whenever you fall asleep

#aries writing #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #x reader #twst x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader

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"everyone who writes m/m content deserves to be shot"

this is a real thing I saw someone say bc of the "lack of f/f fanfic". and it was bc of a screenshot of the top ao3 pairings for one fandom. and the most popular was literally f/m. but everyone was talking about the m/m pairings and being really fucking homophobic.

istg it's like these people in this weird fucking "m/m vs f/f" debate just forgot that f/m pairings exist? and forgot that in regular media they're literally the majority.

"wahhh!! there's 200 fics of this mlm pairing but only 100 fics of this wlw one!!"

do you know how many fucking pieces of media there are of cishet people? and there's barely any queer content compared to that. and the stuff that does exist usually isn't as popular as well.

I doubt these people actually give that much of a fuck about f/f pairings too considering how they barely talk about it unless m/m ones are brought up. they just want an excuse to be homophobic while acting like theyre the progressive ones.

ding ding ding

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #death wishes mention #ask to tag

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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Soooo I’ve been thinking about slumber party au with our vamp boys 😏 and I think both boys would love seeing their bite marks on you like idk how the healing works but imagine that their bites scar you if they don’t heal you and I feel like they’d both have their bite marks on you somewhere…it’s their way of claiming you 😵‍💫

Sᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ Tʜᴇɪʀ Cʟᴀɪᴍs.

fandom dc / neon moon au / @dollsdc-library

featuring vampire!jason todd x human!reader ( f! ) x vampire!dick grayson

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning this is a dark au, lots of blood, vampire shenanigans, mentions of being a captive, suggested smut

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

their bites will never heal completely; they scar!

each and every time they bite you, they leave a mark that will live on your flesh as an eternal signature. depending on how rough they are when they feed from you, the scars can be telltale pin pricks or rips in your skin.

Jason doesn’t intentionally rip your skin too much.

his bites are typically clean and precise, but he prefers a fresh section of flesh each time he feeds, so many of the scars are his.

his favorite spots to leave his marks on you are your thighs, and littered over your tits. the more intimate the section he bites, the sweeter the blood tastes, or at least, that’s what he’s told you.

you’ve also noticed that he’s careful with how much he pulls from you, drawing a thin stream directly into his mouth, he’s not too keen on making a mess of you unless he’s on the brink of starvation.

after he’s done, when you’re lying in bed beside him in silence, you may reach between your thighs to touch the stinging microwounds.

they’ve long since stopped bleeding, yet are still tender, so you have to be careful not to wince or Jason will know what you’re doing, and he’ll want to reach down to feel them, too.

“You know what these are, don’t you?” he’ll ask, encircling each prick in your silken flesh.

“Your… bite marks?”

“Not just.” with a shake of his head, he places an icy palm over the wounds and you shudder. “These little holes in your skin mark you as mine. My secret contract with you.” his lips still stink of your blood when they caress a corner of your mouth. “And I don’t want anyone else to see them but you and me.”

you whine; you knew that was impossible. “Dick—“

“Shh,” he hisses, dragging his lips over yours. “Dick doesn’t own you the way I do. He knows that. And so do you.”

Dick is rough. and he does it on purpose.

you’ve begged him to be easier on you, promising to be a good girl, but he only chortles, and grabs your fragile face in a strong vice, leaning close.

“You’re so precious, bloodwhore.” he mocks you, allowing the sharp point of his fangs to nick the soft flesh of your trembling tiers, “but I like you the best when you’re whimpering, with pathetic tears staining those cute cheeks, that way I know I hurt you so good you won’t forget who you belong to.”

he prefers tearing through your skin to leave vulgar scars.

sinking in his teeth, he jerks his head to widen the holes until you’re whining for mercy.

he’ll always go for your neck, your arms, or legs. he likes to rip into old wounds and open them up again.

and, heavens, is he a messy eater!

because he loves to make a mess, he has to feed from you longer than Jason does, and take more blood to make up for that he wastes on you.

you’re painted red by the end of the session, panting and dizzy.

he never bothers to clean you up, and usually leaves you alone to do it yourself.

he loves to parade you around, freshly wounded, like his prized game. dressed up like a pretty, little doll— those hideous scars on full display for the rest of the vampires to see, and be envious of.

“Isn’t she just so adorable?” Dick croons, pushing your hair away from your neck to reveal irritated, bloody gashes, “Little thing is all marked up from her masters, and she absolutely fucking loves it.”

even Jason, who has his own signature on your body, bares his teeth when Dick dances you around the manor, or flaunts how obediently you follow along behind him, and you can tell he’s resisting the urge to snatch you away from him.

#neon moon au // headcanons #jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #Jason Todd #dark!jason todd #dark!dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd x you #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you

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happysparklingshadows · 9 months

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𝚃𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 + 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 (’96)

Warnings: Controlling behaviors, Financial abuse, Mental illness, smut, mentions of physical pain (Not intentional and from a sleepwalking moment)

Notes: Taissa is such a mean lesbian and I feel like we as a fandom need to give her more love because who doesn’t love ‘96 Tai? Btw I love this format! @zhivaxo @g1rlsriot

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I think Taissa is a very dominant ChapStick lesbian and would like to do more masculine performances of affection. Taissa holds the door for you, protects you with her mean standoffish personality, and tries her best to provide. She grew up in a very middle-class traditional home with still-married parents and two younger siblings, and she wants to be like her mom, the more significant breadwinner in the household. She wants to become a high-paid prosecutor, and she would want you never to have to work again. She is a big BIG act of service and Verbal reassurance, so she does a lot of hard labor for you and wants to be told she is doing good by you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Taissa is very conflicted about how far she will go for you and how much her ambitions get ahead of her. Like how she was with Allie’s leg, I feel like Tai has a lot of pent-up rage inside of her for some reason that even she doesn’t know why she has. It would have to be other Tai getting their hands dirty, acting out all of Taissa’s subconscious urges of bloodshed. I don’t think it would happen often, only when someone threatens her profoundly because she usually relies on her sliver tongue to get her out of things with you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Taissa would never kidnap you because she doesn’t want to have the consequences or social isolation of being a creepy person. However, she would mock you when you act like you are trapped with her. Because are you serious? Are you in bondage? Are you locked in a cage like how she wants to? No? Then fucking get over it, baby.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Taissa is overbearing and dominates your life in many ways. She will do things for you against your will as she files you into your license, she will let you cheat off her homework with her hovering over you to explain how to make it look like you did it all on your own, and she doesn’t let you solve any of your own problems. It’s a fucking godsend for you at the beginning of your relationship, but it becomes something of a problem when she starts fights with you and makes it about how you are being crazy. Taissa loves a good Gaslight.

“Okay, so just make a little box in the corner and start writing the radio. So, Mrs. Goldberg can’t tell you’re coping.” Taissa says to you as she sets her homework beside your empty one. There is no judgment but just serious business in ensuring you didn’t get caught.

“Thank you, baby, again. I just didn’t have time to do my homework last night because of my shift-”

“Don’t worry, pumpkin, I got you,” Taissa said as she kissed your temple, moving a hair behind your ear. She gently points to your writing and says, “Carry the two.”

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Yes, she is very open but keeps certain things to herself. She doesn’t talk about her generational trauma with the man with no eyes, she doesn’t talk about the sleepwalking unless Tai has to or is forced by you, and she refuses to believe that the other Taissa is real. She didn’t want to accept she had problems because if Tai had any, she was fucking insane and destructive. Taissa is not doing her best and is not perfect, which fucking breaks Taissa apart inside. She doesn’t share that stuff.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Taissa is never wrong until proven wrong with rock-hard evidence, and she can’t believe you are fucking serious right now. She will simply double, triple, quadruple, and quintuple down because she doesn’t want to be wrong in a fight. She is the type to keep fighting even when Taissa knows she is wrong, but you don’t have enough evidence to prove her wrong, so she keeps fighting.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Taissa controls you, and she does so much for you that she doesn’t give a fuck if you are trying to leave her because you can’t. Try to find someone who will take care of you like her. She would use any means to keep you or manipulate you to anchor you to her. She came up in a very upper-middle-class family. If you were from a more similar to Natalie’s economic state, she would make you believe that you deserve how you are being treated because you are so lucky to be with her because of how much she can and does do for you. Like, find someone who is going to buy you a car? Who can save all the money they make at their part-time job because their parents don’t need a dime from them, and they just buy you a fucking car because they just build up money for college? Or, more significantly, she would pay rent for your parents when they can’t make up this month because money is very tight. She would never outright hold it above you, but it is implied in the fabric of the relationship. Even if you were in a better financial state than Natalie’s, Taissa would find a way for you to depend on her to provide for you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Normal Taissa Never intentionally tries to hurt you physically or emotionally, but another Taissa is not ashamed to do any urge that subconsciously comes to her. Other Taissa would be physical and unwilling to listen to anything that you will say to them, which is quite terrifying, especially in the middle of the night in the wilderness.

“Tai, Wake up, Please, wake up!” You beg her as she pulls you further and further into the dark woods. She blankly walks into the woods, letting you get hit by branches of trees as she naturally seems to duck; she ultimately lets you get hit by the wood. It has almost knocked a tooth out of your mouth, your lip is busted up, and a bruise is forming on your cheek.

“Come.” She just says as she pulls you with a death grip on your wrist, not letting you go as she walks further into the woods.

“FUCKING WAKE UP!! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” you cry as you pull her arm away from yours to no avail. It’s not working. She is pulling you to the cliffside.

“He wants us here.” She stopped and stood in front of a tree. Her hands cup the sides as she starts to wake up. Taissa gasped as she felt how cold her feet were with the snow in-between her toes and her body without a coat. Her eyes are met with the same fucking symbol.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Traditional. Taissa wants to have kids and a dog, with a red house with a white fence. She grew up that way, and she wants to grow old that way. She doesn’t care to deconstruction the patriarchal or mystical aspects of what ordinary people see marriage as because, for Taissa, it is more of a confirmation of your championship being for life. Although controlling and manipulative, she doesn’t want you to be unhappy and try pretty hard to make you happy.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Taissa is very confident in herself and is not scared of anyone taking her away from her because she is very secure in herself. She doesn’t think Jealousy is very healthy and doesn’t let herself get jealous, and she does that by controlling who you hang out with and what you are doing. She trusts you and doesn’t think anyone is special enough to take her attention away from you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Taissa tries her best to be good to you but isn’t the best because she is just a teenager. She treats you like her wife and doesn’t like the idea of being with another person. She loves you and only wants to be with you; she can’t imagine why you want anyone else. She treats you like you are her lover, but she doesn’t hold as much reverence as the other girls have for you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Taissa took a while actually to approach you with anything other than friendship. You two were a part of the soccer team since freshmen year, but you didn’t have any classes together. You two weren’t very close, but Taissa always paused when she saw you, always having to look at your beautiful face. Once you two have classes together and have a moment to talk to each other, you two become closer until she finally asks you out. Once she is your friend, it will take her a few weeks.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from how they act around everyone else?

The two sides of Taissa are the most challenging thing for her to mask; her personality naturally masks many of her tendencies and darkness. The Snarky smart-ass way she held herself before the crash pushed people away enough not to see those things. But I don’t believe her showing or being more verbal about her darkness to you wouldn’t break her mask because it’s just something about being with Taissa.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Cold shoulder and eye rolls. Taissa thinks of herself as mature and calm but still a teenager. She doesn’t know how to talk healthily about her feelings, and she doesn’t want you to hate her, so she just becomes quiet and shows her displeasure with you at every chance she can get.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot of them. She would make things very strict in your relationship, and she makes sure that you follow each one or else you will be at the end of hours of lectures from her. Or worse, you will start a fight and have a bad tonight. She gives you a schedule, rules like which hallway or jobs in the group you can do, and Tai doesn’t let you do your own things.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Taissa doesn’t have much patience for anything and uses that impatience to work towards her ambitions. She was raised in a home that only praised her or gave her the spotlight of attention when she was going her best and excelling. She was on top of everything for some reason, and it wasn’t because she was patient. It was because she puts so many fingers in many pies and quits when it gets too annoying and lengthy.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Taissa would literally stop. Taissa would just disappear, and other Taissa would keep her going. My headcannon is that other Taissa is a splitting of Taissa’s psyche that does the things that normal Taissa doesn’t want to do. Like is closer to the spiritual, does the hunt, and eats the meat. So I believe that if you died in the wilderness, Taissa would “move on” by her brain, not letting her feel it until she returned home. I feel like Taissa would never remarry or find a new partner because you were her wife after the events of the wilderness.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Fuck no. Taissa isn’t being as bad as she could be and doesn’t think she is being that bad. She doesn’t understand why you think you are “trapped”; the door is right there. But you both know you can’t because of more than just not wanting to be with her anymore; you no longer have the resources you have because of her, and it would ruin your life.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

She got this way because of her neuroses and upbringing. Taissa grew up with very healthy parents to each other but was controlling her every move, and she learned that her parents' hovering and expectations were love and care. She was given a tight school schedule, clubs, tutoring, piano lessons, and French lessons, and she was expected to be the perfect daughter. And Taissa fucking crushed it because of that pressure; her mother once said something about it, making Taissa a Diamond. She is a tough, sharp, and beautiful person because of all of her weight since she was young. Tai’s mother didn’t see an issue with parenting style because, after all, her grandmother did that to her mother, and she is a successful doctor, now Chief of Staff. So, to Taissa, being possessive, strict, and controlling is all an act of love.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She is annoyed normally because she doesn’t know how to fix it. When it’s a moment of mutual sadness and vulnerability, she has no problem. It’s healing to cry together, but she is usually really not great with tears.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic Yandere?

Taissa is not verbal about her dark tendencies, which are very much kept to her chest. Because you are the same age as her, 18 years old, you just think these strict rules you both follow are because it’s how serious relationships work. I don’t think you would ever have the vocabulary to put together that she is a Yandere unless someone told you that those things are bad (bc it’s 1996 girl. These girls didn’t know what seasonal depression was)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

Her ego and pride. Stroke either, and be kind to her; you can do anything. She doesn’t mind too much and allows you to do your own thing on your schedule, so you have plenty of opportunities to leave her.

You moan as Taissa kisses down your stomach, and her fingers plunge in and out of you. Your legs are open and wide just for her to have all of you. You were wet because of her. Taissa smiles as she starts to lick down on your clit.

“Fuck! Tai-” You pant as you try to stay quiet for the girls downstairs, “Yeah, just like that. You’re so good at eating pussy.”

Taissa feels a surge inside her as she moves her tongue faster. She loved the praise and just wanted you to be pleased with her. She loved how you tasted and how you felt against her tongue. Your hands come to her hair, and you move them to her shoulders to not mess with her hair, and you claw your fingers into her shoulder. “Yes, ah~.”

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Never intentionally; it doesn’t hurt you terribly when other Taissa doesn’t get physical. I see the other Tai grabbing and dragging you in the wilderness and letting you get hit by branches of trees, and she would drag you to where she could feel it.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Tai is like Van in that she reveres you as an angel figure. You are simply better than everyone else, and so is she. She thinks you are too good for this world and doesn’t like it when people try to silence your personality shine, and she doesn’t hold back from confronting anyone if they do that to you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

She just didn’t get close to you for a while until you were meant to meet. It didn’t take her long to go for you when she knew you and became friends with you, and I would say she would take maybe a week of friendship to be like, “Okay, this is not just friendship.”

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

In the sense of independence of yourself, yes. But your will and your opinions, never that.

Yandere Level

7/10 (She is Controlling and very Territorial over you. She is good to you and loves you openly. But she does have problems that people outside of the relationship would notice.)

Freedom Level

6/10 (You are not very free with your schedule and what you can do with your free will, but she doesn’t stop you from having your own opinions and hobbies. She doesn’t take your personhood away from you.)

Vanessa ✿ Shauna

#Taissa turner #taissa turner x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets taissa turner #yellowjeckets taissa #yellowjackets x reader #Dark! Yellowjackets #dark!taissa turner #dark!au

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campingwiththecharmings · 10 months

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Hey y'all! SO, this month marks the one-year anniversary of my first fic in the Oscar Isaac fandom (as well as the return of my writing muse lol) and I wanted to do something special to celebrate!

From today to July 15th, I'll be accepting requests for fic/drabbles for any of the characters below:

Poe Dameron*

Santiago Garcia*

Miguel O'Hara

Marc Spector / Steven Grant** / Jake Lockley**

Joel Miller

*if you'd like a certain version of these characters from fics i've already posted (ex: Poe in Invisible String or Santi in my Neighbors AU), that's fine just mention that in your request. **any requests for these characters may take longer than others as i haven't written for them yet.

Please submit requests using prompts from lists below only (content varies between sfw and mature):

fluff/smut/angst

romantic/smutty/physical one-liners

smut drabble prompts

AUs

meet cutes

At the moment, there are no limits to how many requests one person can submit (but mostly because I'm not anticipating getting many at all lmao), but that could change. If it does, and you've submitted multiple requests, I'll likely just choose the one I vibe with the most lol hope that's cool.

My hope is that I'll be able to get these written and posted by the end of the month, but I make no promises; my work schedule is all over the place and some weeks are busier than others. That said, I'll do my best to get them out in a timely manner, all I ask is for patience lol.

I think that's all? If you have any questions, please feel free to ask 😊Thank guys!! 💖

🌟 Masterlist 🌟

EDIT: Current number of requests is 23

EDIT #2: Please note that requests for this celebration are no longer being accepted. Thanks to all who participated!

EDIT #3: Fulfilled requests below the cut

❤️‍🔥 = explicit/mature content (usually f!reader unless otherwise noted)

Undone (Poe Dameron + “you can be louder”) ❤️‍🔥

Helping Hand (Miguel O'Hara + he's injured and has no where else to go)

Playing with Fire (Jake Lockley + “hey, only i can call them that!”) ❤️‍🔥

Long Time Coming (Santiago Garcia + “next time we get into an argument, i’m reminding you that i took your virginity”) ❤️‍🔥

All Your Fault (Poe Dameron + "how mad would you be if i kissed you?")

Some Like it Hot (Poe Dameron + Firefighter AU) ❤️‍🔥

#fic-aversary celebration #my fic

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bluesadansey · 1 year

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arguing over how the godly DNA thing does/doesn’t impact shipping in pjoverse (aside from like, actual siblings obviously) is actually the stupidest thing ever. Just accept that the explanation was half assed / not written in a logical well thought out way but that we as a fandom have no choice but to accept it at face value and see it as a situation that isn’t analogous to the real world. I would say it’s similar to consuming paranormal media where all the main relationships are paranormal x immortal and you have to accept that as a trope of the genre / norm of the world rather than argue about 100 yr age gap vs 2000 year or something, when neither is appropriate and neither is analogous to like a teen show romanticizing a student-teacher relationship in a school setting which is technically less of a gap but sooo much more harmful in how it influences/relates to situations that happen just like that every day in reality (and this isn’t about ships with immortal x mortal like that in this verse necessarily since there are very few of them/it is not the norm, so I get people being uncomfortable with them (I Hate C*leo but my reasons for hating them aren’t necessarily that one)). There’s a false equivalency in trying to make demigod relationships out to be analogous to real life ones in that way and I haven’t seen one argument about this that isn’t blatantly just someone disliking a specific ship and trying to badmouth it and in doing so coming off as a hypocrite.

Like let’s see, ‘shipping Jasicois Disgusting idc what Rick says about DNA people are going to hell for shipping First Cousins 1!1’ okay… do you feel that way about Jercy? If you say yes you also hate that for the same reason do you feel that way about Pipabeth because Athena and Artemis are both daughters of Zeus making them ‘first cousins’ too (and here’s where I think you start losing people because in reality a lot of these arguments are based around the mlm ships but ignore the wlw ones because fandom has a very 2d way of interacting with ships like Pipabeth a lot of the time where sure a fan will say they Like the ship but they’ve never in reality ever given actual thought to their dynamic enough to notice this (also applies to things like arguing about a 1.5 year age gap for other ships like Jasico/Valdangelo maybe Jercy if they actually remember their 1.5 age difference but not being able to catch that Annabeth is also 1.5 years older than Piper because again it’s usually transparent when people haven’t actually payed the attention the female characters and f/f dynamics they pretend to, also 1.5 years is not a serious age gap like 3+ years is when it comes to ya/middle grade but this isn’t about that) And if you are taking the stance that what Rick said about godly DNA is like, a lie (when it is fantasy world-building albeit poorly constructed but still world-building) how are you going to ship Any of the demigods together if your answer is like amount of distances the family tree that’s also a bizarre/weird take because do you think shipping second cousins would be better/less gross/less harmful? Like by ‘Gods do have DNA actually’ logic Zeus is Athena’s father and Poseidon is Zeus’s brother so that makes Poseidon Annabeth’s great uncle and Percy Annabeth’s (As a die-hard Percabeth can’t believe I have to actually type this out to make a point I hate ya’ll for making me have to think about it this much 🤮🤢) Uncle ???!! Similar with Nico to Will and Hazel to Frank. Do you still believe what you originally spoke about? Like unless the take you have is that no demigods are shippable / you hate all ships between them the way these takes operate is Clearly not actually about like activism it’s because you dislike a ship and want to put it down/make it seem like other people should not ship it, be serious, and in the process you actually made everything much weirder and grosser than it needed to be in the first place.

And like listen… you can just hate a ship! There are always some valid criticisms of ships/dynamics I’m including ones I personally ship in this. You can State your actual reasons for not liking the ship instead of this hypocritical faux-activism. For example I personally dislike Jercy as a ship because I think it’s overrated and boring compared to more interesting dynamics, their relationship could have been a good one but almost all their interactions in the books involved this weird toxic masculinity macho bs that seemed ooc for both of them and I didn’t enjoy reading about them together much. But I’m not going to try and tell Jercy shippers that shipping Jercy is problematic and terrible because they’re cousins or a toxic relationship or something because I have a functioning brain thank you very much! People can go for what I don’t personally like. See it’s very simple. You don’t even have to have reasons like I gave! You can just not vibe with something.

*P*rcicos dni this is not about you! No I don’t think the cousins argument holds weight there anymore than for other ships but their age gap + power imbalance Is troubling in a real world context in a way that doesn’t apply to other ships I mentioned ( Frazel similar in age gap but not in power dynamics, and I dislike Frazel too) the combination of 3.5ish years age gap + Nico having idolized Percy to an unhealthy degree for years/since he was a ten year old child + Percy very much views Nico as a child in his narration in pjo and that means he would never look at him in a romantic light at any point in the future, if you think otherwise you just don’t care or get Percy’s characterization frankly. I don’t support relationships that have such a troubling imbalance in a real world context. (It should go without saying L*kabeth L*kercy Th*labeth and dynamics with super egregious imbalances like that dni again not about you).

Most of the really irritating stuff I’ve seen about this is on twt I just felt the need to write all this out here

#Pjo #hoo #toa #s speaks #jasico #pipabeth #pipeyna #jercy #valdangelo #percabeth #frazel #solangelo #tagged things I do and don’t ship #Shipping discourse #Going to regret posting this I’m sure but saw so many stupidly hypocritical takes on twt #Bitch stfu you thought you ate that

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RP Partner

Hey guys! I’m looking for some long term RP partners. Preferably 5sos, 1D, Harry Potter, ocxoc, or fxf.

I’m looking for someone who does longer replies, details and is willing to put in the effort. I always do doubles (or 1x1) and will give your story just as much attention as I do mine. I want someone who is versatile, and just can give good details.

I’m pretty literate and I write a lot so I’m going to be doing paragraphs for replies normally, I usually try to do 1-2. Sometimes they are shorter but mostly they end up being way longer.

I’m in the central time zone, I always use third or first person (I’m fine either way). I have been role playing for about 10 years now and I think I’ve gotten good. I am on most of the day/evening unless work just kicks my ass but I will let you know if that happens!

I will do m/f, f/f. I don’t mind, I’m open to either. Also I will do fandoms or oc. I’m open to either of these as well. I do have oc’s written so I’m always prepared!

For plots; I’m not picky! I’m open to any idea you may have and we can discuss those once we start talking.

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periodiccompletionist · 10 months

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50% of 118 is 59; 75% of 118 is 88.5; 90% of 118 is 106.2

Periodic Symbols are: H He Li Be B C N O F Ne Na Mg Al Si P S Cl Ar K Ca Sc Ti V Cr Mn Fe Co Ni Cu Zn Ga Ge As Se Br Kr Rb Sr Y Zr Nb Mo Tc Ru Rh Pd Ag Cd In Sn Sb Te I Xe Cs Ba La Hf Ta W Re Os Ir Pt Au Hg Tl Pb Bi Po At Rn Fr Ra Ac Rf Db Sg Bh Hs Mt Ds Rg Cn Nh Fl Mc Lv Ts Og Ce Pr Nd Pm Sm Eu Gd Tb Dy Ho Er Tm Yb Lu Th Pa U Np Pu Am Cm Bk Cf Es Fm Md No Lr

EDIT: As of November 14th 2023, I've decided to start keeping track of when a post does not include a single-letter element. Single-letter elements are, in order: H B C N O F P S K V Y I W U. These posts will be tagged with "missing single".

Spaces, capitalization, emojis, numbers, and punctuation will not be taken into account. For example, the term "lush🍃13garden" would still count for Mercury (Hg). Letters are the only thing that interrupt symbols.

Anything that isn't a tally is tagged with "not a tally", asks are tagged with "Arsenic Potassium Sulfur", and posts people tagged me in are tagged "Thanks for the tag!" (because "tag" and "tags" unfortunately can't be made with only elemental symbols. they could if we had G but we do not)

Some things to keep in mind:

I try to avoid any piece of moving media (video/gif) that has words in it of any kind. I'm already a transcriber as a job, and while I love it, I'm not gonna do it on my silly little side blog.

I usually don't analyze anything fandom-related, since nothing good can come from a fandom post leaving its circle. There are some exceptions I'll make, though.

I use a script to search for the symbols, but it can't read the words in images, so they have to be retyped into the script 100% manually. I'll most likely still do it, but just keep that in mind when sending in posts with lots of images.

I'll only analyze posts where it's very clear what order things are read in; charts, graphs, doodle pages, and other images with words all over the place won't be counted.

When it comes to URLs, I don't count them for the main tally unless they show up in a screenshot or as a tag somewhere in the thread; instead, the URLs of the users in the thread are listed out afterwards in their own separate tallies, with the elements listed in the order that they appear in the person's URL (this does not include URLs that only appear in screenshots/tags).

If you tag me in a post, I won't be counting anything that you added to the thread, though you will still be part of the secondary URL tally.

When I make a tally, I (usually) won't be adding my own comments, and on the occasions that I do, whatever is in my comment is not added to the final tally.

I tend to stray away from analyzing posts with other similar gimmick blogs already in them these days. This is because we all tend to influence each other's results- for example, if I analyzed a post where alphabetcompletionist tallied up all 26 letters, that would (potentially) artificially add Cd, Mn, and No to my tally. If I did end up doing this, I would be highlighting Cd, Mn, and No in a different color to denote that they would not have been there had I not reblogged from alphabetcompletionist directly.

My main account is not disclosed at this time; please do not try and find out what it is or I will block you. Another blog I run that is publicly known is @cantheykillmacbeth, if you just want to see more from me.

There might be times where I will accidentally reblog from someone other than the source of the post, or where I can't due to the source having been deactivated. If you go digging into the people that I reblog posts from, I am not responsible for what you see. If you blame me for what you saw from the people I happen to follow, then you shouldn't have gone looking in the first place. That's on you.

I will not be adding my gimmick to posts about serious topics. This is not because I do not care about these topics, but the exact opposite: I do not want the gimmick of this blog to be used to detract from anyone's message. These sorts of gimmicks are meant to add to the humor of a post, not act as a twisted punchline to a serious discussion. If you tag me in a serious post, you will be ignored (at best).

I don't care how you feel about gimmick blogs. I'm having fun and you can't change that. Seethe.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: We Showed The World That We Exist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC

Word count: 5.1K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria and Walter play hooky to deal with unforeseen stressors.

Chapter warnings: panic attack (dissociation episode), oral sex (f receiving), finger fucking, therapy session, squirting

A/N: Time jumps in this chapter. We’re only skipping a couple of days but it may be a little jarring. But Yada is back!! Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Cover Art by me

Cross-posted on AO3

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Kamaria’s POV

Word has spread like wildfire around the office about me and Walter dating. It didn’t take long at all for news that the grumpy bear of a detective and the new intern are fucking. We actually aren’t even doing that, yet. It’s only been a few days but the rumor mill in the police station is like a damn high school hallway. And I have Nina and Sophie to thank for that.

I swear, no one listens to interns. Like, ever. Unless it is about gossip. And I made friends with the loudest, and the actual kindest, gossipmongers. I know they mean well, they’ve made it clear they are glad that Walter smiles more. I like being the cause of his change of mood, as well.

With everyone aware of our relationship, things are kind of weird. Like, weird around the ex, kind of weird.

It’s not like Rachel and Walter were super friendly after they decided not to date. Sometimes, and I would never tell Walter this, I feel like he felt for Rachel because she saved his life. A case of transference, perhaps?

But, they at least seemed cordial towards each other. Rachel felt enough of a connection to reach for his hand, the thought still burns in my mind. But Walter and I did have our first kiss after that, so grain of salt, ya know?

Rachel just seems like someone pissed in her oatmeal every time she walks by me. She couldn’t possibly be jealous of me. I don’t get her, honestly. Is it an “if she can’t have him, no one can” thing? Because I wouldn’t have thought she would go for pettiness. Never underestimate a woman on a mission, though.

Walter and I agree to get to work a bit early so we could hang out in his office until I have to start work. The man may be seen as prickly by most people in the office, but it is like night and day when it comes to me. He can be so thoughtful, and so in tune with my emotions that it can be like he’s reading my mind. Which is both cute and slightly annoying, because I can never hide what I’m feeling.

Like this morning, for example. My mind has been racing. So many things to think about, from my work to Walter to Rachel to my anxiety about dating openly in the office to what I’m going to choose to talk about in therapy today. And I can’t seem to make it stop or slow down. Which is when I feel a hand on mine.

I look up to see Walter crouching next to the chair I’m sitting in. I don’t remember sitting down. I barely remember walking into this office.

“There she is,” he says, brushing a hand over my confused brow, “you had me so worried back there.” I notice the fear in his eyes now.

“Sometimes, my anxiety takes over and I just check out,” I mutter, looking around the office, “I remember getting out of my car and kissing you and then nothing until just now.”

“Does this happen a lot?” I hear the tremble in his voice but I don’t mention it.

“Hasn’t happened in months. I can usually sense it before other people can, though. Sort of like a panic attack, but not really because I don’t panic, I just…move? It’s hard to explain,” I ramble on, trying to get my bearings.

“It sounds like your brain is working on autopilot due to stress. I’m no therapist, but I’ve seen how stress can affect people in different ways,” he suggests, holding my hand in his, “I hope I’m not overstepping here, but a new relationship becoming public can be quite stressful. Especially when it’s in a work setting where one person’s ex is also a coworker. It’s no wonder you’re feeling like this.”

“Well, when you put it like that, I can’t deny that it is a lot,” I concede, feeling all sorts of vulnerable.

“You have therapy today around 1, right?” he asks before I nod to confirm, “And where is your therapist’s office?”

“Well, I was going to do it virtually today. But she’s close-ish. Between here and my apartment,” I answer, wondering where this is going.

“I have a suggestion, which you are more than welcome to decline. But, in my head, it sounds like a good id-”

“Baby, you’re babbling,” I laugh, stopping his rant.

“I think you should ask to see your therapist in person. We can take the rest of the day off and I could drive you to the appointment if you’d like,” he urges, “Besides, it’s the weekend. They won’t mind if we skip out a bit early.”

“Skip out early? I didn’t even clock in yet,” I remind him, still thinking about work instead of my mental health. Very typical of me.

“Perfect, then. I still have personal time to use, and you told me you were given some personal time when you signed on, so that covers today. We’ll let your manager know you’re not feeling well on the way out,” he says, moving about his office and collecting his things before realizing I’m yet unmoving, “Fuck! Did I just plan your entire day?”

I smile up at him, adoration in my eyes. “You did, but with the best of intentions,” I comment, standing up from the chair, “You’re right, though. I kinda need the routine of going into the office today and I could use a day off even if it’s only my first week.”

“Look at you, already smiling. I count that as a win,” he hums, reaching for my hand, squeezing as our fingers interlace.

We head out of the station after a short talk with my boss. Tell a man you’re having ‘feminine trouble’ and he all but shoos you out of the building. Thank God for small favors.

Walter heads home after insisting I go home to change clothes and grab whatever I needed to feel comfortable for the rest of the day at his place. Arriving home, I immediately start to pack my overnight bag. I choose to ignore the nagging voice questioning my actions. I might want to stay over or change clothes again for some reason. So, take that, Nag-atha Christie!

I call my therapist’s office and request to come into the office today. I say that my schedule has changed and I would prefer to be seen in the office. The receptionist is super sweet and lets me know she will inform Yada of the change. I hope Yada doesn’t worry. I mean, I’m slightly worried about my little episode earlier but I feel at least a bit better now.

I change into some yoga pants, a loose-fitting top, a hoodie, and some comfy old sneakers. I spot Beary Allen sitting atop my bed and resign to bringing him over to Walter’s house as well. I usually can’t sleep without him so I don’t chastise myself too much for bringing along something for comfort.

I check my overnight bag to make sure I have everything I need, and some stuff I don’t need but I want to have just in case. And if I reach into my nightstand and grab condoms, then that is my business until it is Walter and I’s business. Not that I plan on doing anything, but I like being prepared for multiple eventualities. In any case, I refuse to let myself feel anything but poised for success. I also refuse to define success, so there’s the end of that.

I hear Walter’s text tone going off in my pocket and pull out my phone.

Walter Marshall: Didn’t change your mind did you, Princess?

Me: Of course not!

Me: I was just making sure I have everything

Me: Including Beary Allen

Me: 😁

Walter Marshall: The…Flash? But like, a bear?

Me: I love that you get exactly what I meant

Me: And you haven’t even met Beary

Walter Marshall: I was right???

Me: You’ll meet him soon

Me: He’s my emotional support animal

Me: I’m leaving now to come to you

You have shared your location.

Me: Now, you can tell where I am at all times

Me: Just as a safety thing

Walter Marshall: Wow ok

Walter Marshall: Thank you for trusting me with this

Me: You’re welcome

Me: Try to act like you didn’t follow my location the entire time I was on my way to your place 😉

Walter Marshall: No promises

I’m already back in my car by the time his text comes through, I know he’s gonna follow me the whole way to his house. It’s honestly adorable. I can tell he misses me when I’m not around. He likes me, and I like him too. It doesn’t take me long to get to his house and he’s standing outside when I park in the driveway.

“You failed to play it cool, Detective,” I laugh, grabbing my overnight bag and Beary from the passenger seat before exiting my car.

“I never promised to play it cool,” he smiles, reaching out to take my overnight bag from me, “Hmm, planning on staying a bit?”

“I figured it would be best to be prepared,” I propose, clutching onto Beary, secretly glad that Walter didn’t offer to take him as well. No one has ever touched Beary besides me.

“May I address Mr. Allen directly? Or does he only speak with you?” he poses the question completely seriously.

It takes every ounce of my resolve not to melt. “You may address him directly.”

“Mr. Allen, may I call you Beary?” he waits for a response, “I just want you to know I plan on taking care of Kam during her stay here, however long that may be…Yes, of course…I wouldn’t dream of it. So we have an understanding. Shake on it?” He reaches out and shakes Beary’s tiny paw, winking at me as he pulls his hand back. If he’s not careful, I will fall so fucking hard for this man.

Walter takes my hand, kisses it gently, and brings me inside. I start to lean down to remove my shoes, but he stops me and kneels to do it himself.

“You don’t have to-” I start, before being cut off.

“I know I don’t have to, Princess,” he agrees, placing my shoes next to his, “but I want to take care of you today, so allow me to do so, please?”

I open my mouth to protest, but a stern look from Walter makes me rethink that choice and only nod.

“Good girl,” he praises, standing up to hover over me, “I know it must be hard to let someone take care of you, but since I’ve taken on that role, I plan on not having you lift a finger if I can help it. Sorry, not sorry.”

“That’s some Prince Charming shit right there,” I blurt out, there goes my filter flying away in the wind again. Luckily, Walter just laughs at that and kisses my forehead.

We end up hanging out around his house for a few hours, having far too many snacks and too much coffee. What can I say, we’re both caffeine addicts and snack goblins. The only reason I ignore the voice telling me I’ve had enough snacks is the fact that Walter is hand-feeding me pieces of fruit. He was not kidding about me not lifting a finger. I could get used to this.

Before long, Walter is helping me put my shoes on so that we can head to my therapist appointment. He opens his truck door for me and even buckles me in, shooing my hands away. Holding my hand as he drives, he allows me to pick the music we listen to. When I joke ‘but I thought the driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole’, he has no clue what I’m talking about. I explain it away as a tv show reference, making sure to force him to watch Supernatural with me at some point.

As The Amazing Devil’s ‘Two Minutes’ is ending, we are pulling up to Yada’s office. I don’t even try to reach for my door handle, waiting for Walter to come around to my side of the vehicle. He lifts me out of the truck and I try not to smile too wide at that. Holding my hand as we cross the parking lot, he steps in front of me to open the door, allowing me to walk in first. I check in with the receptionist and we sit in the lobby holding hands again. This man likes to hold my hand, and I am not complaining about it.

I hear Yada’s office door open and she steps out to greet me. She visibly registers my hand intertwined with the man to my left. I stand, pulling Walter up with me by accident.

“Don’t worry, he’s gonna wait out here. Let’s go,” I sputter, moving past Yada and into the office. I notice Yada isn’t following me when I sit down. I hear introductions being exchanged and silently die inside. Why does it feel like my mom is meeting my boyfriend? Wait, is he my boyfriend? Oh my God, is he my boyfriend?

Yada comes back into the room and sits in her armchair, grabbing her notebook and writing quickly in it before addressing me. “So, let’s address the elephant in the room, or should I say the giraffe in my lobby. That man is tall as hell. And very pretty,” she jabbers on, smiling away at me, “Tell me all about him.”

I go on to tell her we met, or more correctly he saved my life, just before my last therapy appointment. I mention Faye and that we haven’t met yet. I talk about being in almost constant communication since I gave him my number on Monday. We discuss how he likes to take care of me, and that he did so after I told him about the whole Christopher thing. During this, she is taking notes in her book. When I bring up my episode this morning, she looks up at me.

“So, it sounds like Walter was able to ground you during a moment of dissociation. About how long did it last?” she asks.

“For just a few minutes. I remember getting out of my car, but from walking into the station to Walter effectively ‘waking me up’...it’s just like I was watching myself move but I wasn’t totally in control.” I murmur, finding my favorite spot on the rug.

“I see, can you remember this ever happening before?”

“The last time it happened was maybe five or six months ago after I had to quit the job at the prison infirmary. It was just too stressful. And I guess I have been kinda stressed the past couple of days. Everybody at work knows Walter and I are dating thanks to a couple of friends I made. Nina and Sophie are sweet but they have loose lips.”

“Either way, I am glad you made friends,” she smiles, taking a note, “Are there any other stressors besides a new public relationship?”

“His ex works at the station too. She’s been kinda giving me the stink eye when we pass each other. She hasn’t said or done anything. But like, she obviously still feels something for him,” I admit, rolling my eyes, “But if that chicken thinks she’s getting anywhere near my coop, she has got another thing coming.”

“Calm down, we don’t need you to be unprofessional in the workplace, no matter how she acts toward you,” she reasons, even though I only half-listen, “Does Walter know about Rachel’s behavior?”

“No, because I don’t want to sound like I’m crazy. I feel crazy. She probably just has resting bitch face?”

“I think you should tell him about the looks she has been giving you. Get his opinion on it before you discount your feelings completely. He might be able to shed some light on her behavior, or even better, he may be able to speak with her on terms she can understand. And that don’t involve you clubbing her like a seal and hiding the body behind the police station. But you didn’t hear that from me. That’s off the record, Your Honor.” she muses, winking at me before taking notes.

I agree to talk to Walter about Rachel and we decide this will be my homework for this week. Not difficult, but still awkward to start speaking about. I mean, how do you tell your significant other that their ex is problematic without seeming territorial or threatened? Rachel doesn’t strike me as the type to try and come in between Walter and me, but I will be keeping my eyes peeled.

“So are you and Walter using protection?” Out of nowhere, Yada hits me with that question.

“Yada! We haven’t even done anything yet? Jesus, woman,” I cover my face, happy again that my espresso skin doesn’t show the heat behind my cheeks.

“Yet being the optimal word. Got it. Well, use protection. You have every right to have sex and every right to protect yourself. So, don’t be coming round here saying ‘we got caught up in the moment’. Because so did Romeo and Juliet and look how that ended,” she deadpans, throwing her hands up.

“Did you just…never mind. We will use protection. When we get to that point. I’m in no rush and I can’t speak for him, but he at least respects my boundaries.”

“He sounds like a good egg. I like him already. He respects boundaries, he’s attractive, he’s got a stable income, and he liiiiiikes you,” she beams, rising from her armchair to go to her desk.

“I’m glad you approve because I like him and it just feels right with him. We connect so easily,” I say, noticing Yada is looking at me and shaking her head, “What now?”

“You are falling for him, girlfriend, don’t you see that?” she commented matter-of-factly.

“Shut up, no I’m not,” I answer grumpily.

“Alright, but you are,” she states, tilting her head, “There is nothing wrong with that, by the way.”

“I know. I’m just afraid of moving too fast. That’s kind of my way of doing things, and I don’t hate it but I don’t necessarily like it much either.”

“Love it or hate it, it is a part of you. And you either have to learn to thrive despite it, or work toward changing the behavior. But you know this already, Kamaria.”

“You’re right about that, but I still like the option of just complaining about it,” I confess, shrugging my shoulders.

“Either way, it is your choice. You are still scheduled virtually for next week. You have your homework, as well. Anything else you wanna gab about before we end today’s session?”

“Nope,” I say, letting the ‘p’ make a pop sound.

“Well, then I will let you get back to your tall, dark, and handsome fella,” she smiles, getting up to walk me out. We exit her office and she smiles at Walter, addressing him directly. “She has homework and it involves you, so don’t let her forget.” How she gonna do me like that?!

“Thanks, Yada,” I groan.

Walter is enjoying this way too much because he decides it’s best to pat my shoulder while saying, “Don’t you worry, I won’t let her forget.” He just smiles when I give him a glare that rivals the fire of a thousand suns. He probably thinks it’s cute or something. He holds his arm out to let me exit before him and I’m happy for this because then he can’t see me cursing his very existence. I still let him open the door for me. I also let him open the truck door and buckle me in. By the time he gets into the vehicle, I’m reaching over to hold his hand.

“Done being mad at me, then?” he jokes, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

“Feed me and we’ll see if I can’t be swayed,” I advise, winking at him.

We grab a quick late lunch and head back to his place. I take a nap for a couple of hours and am awoken by the hearty scent of tomato sauce. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep on the couch, but I’m waking up in a bedroom underneath a light blanket, Beary tucked into my side. Walter must have moved me in here so I wouldn’t be disturbed. He can be so sweet sometimes, I wonder how long he can keep this up.

I get up from the bed, leaving Beary behind and I walk out to the living room to see Walter hard at work in the kitchen. He doesn’t notice me so I sneak up behind him and goose him. He doesn’t react, as if he knew I was coming.

“What makes you think I didn’t hear you from the moment you opened my bedroom door?” he began, only turning slightly to wink at me before returning to slicing french bread for garlic toast, “I used to be S.W.A.T., Princess, so it takes a lot to get the jump on me.”

“So, you’re say-”

“That is not an invitation for you to experiment on how to get the upper hand, love,” he stops me before I go down that useless train of thought.

“You got me, I’ll be on my best behavior, Sir,” I laugh, pulling myself up to sit on the counter near him.

“Would you like a piece of bread with some tomato sauce on it, Princess?”

“Yes, please,” I pipe up, excited to taste the aromatic sauce. I watch as he grabs a piece of bread, dipping it into the sauce before blowing on it a bit. He turns off the stove and comes to stand in front of me, placing the bite just out of reach. I look at him, confusion painted on my face.

“Tell me what your homework is and you can have your treat, Princess.”

I debate pouting but I know that won’t get me that saucy bread. “I have to talk to you about Rachel. She’s been weird around me, and it makes me uneasy,” I mumble, suddenly anxious.

“What exactly is she saying or doing?” he asks, allowing me to take a bite of the bread, still holding onto it himself.

“She hasn’t said anything to me, she just gives me this bitchy glare whenever we cross paths,” I speak around the bite of bread I was granted, “Honestly, baby, she freaks me out and I don’t like the idea of having to avoid your ex.”

“You shouldn’t have to actively avoid her,” he holds the last bite of bread out for me and places it in my awaiting mouth, “I’ll talk to her. I don’t want to scare her too much. But I do want her to know you mean a lot to me and if I’m lucky, you’ll be in my life for a long time to come. She needs to suck it up and get used to it.”

“Fuck, that is so sexy to hear you say,” I disclose, reaching up to cup the back of his head, pulling him into a searing kiss.

I clench my thighs together as I feel his tongue invade my mouth. Strong hands part my legs so that he can slide in between them. Our clothed sexes line up perfectly and I wrap my legs around his hips. A growl rumbles from his chest to my groin. We part to catch our breath, our foreheads resting together.

“Fuck, will you let me eat your pussy, baby?” he practically moans the question and it lights a fire up under my ass.

“Please, yes,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck before he picks me up off the counter and walks us into his bedroom. He lays me down slowly. Kissing from my lips to my neck, nipping along the way. I gasp inwardly when I feel his hand ghost over my covered heat, my back arching at the touch.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, baby. You just relax and take what you need from me,” he whispers, moving down the bed as he hooks his fingers in my pants. He pulls them down, leaving me in my drenched panties. He kisses the fabric of my underwear before pulling those down as well.

He dives into my sodden snatch, using the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe from my entrance to my swollen nub before kissing it. My hands go from gripping the sheets to weaving through his curls when I feel him start to suck on my button.

“Fuuuuuck, Daddy, just like that,” I mewl, his growl vibrating through my clit. I feel his hands grip my thick thighs, pulling me closer to him as he eats greedily. I look down at him, his eyes are closed and he looks like he is in Heaven feasting on me. As if he could sense my stare, his eyes open and we share a heated mutual gaze.

While still attending to my nub, he reaches up to my mouth and I suck two of his fingers, getting them nice and wet. When he’s satisfied, he leans back and licks his lips, entering my core with his spit-slicked digits and I cry out at the sensation.

“You’re so fucking tight, hot, and wet baby. Fucking perfect, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he hummed, working his fingers in and out of me slowly until I arch my back to ride his fingers.

I pull him up to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips. His fingers find my inner bundle of nerves, massaging it as his thumb circles my clit. My breathing picks up as I feel the coil in my depths tightening until it snaps and I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation.

“No, no, no. Look at me when I make you cum,” our eyes lock and I arch off the bed as my orgasm hits me full force. But this one feels different, so much more powerful than ever before. “Fuuuuuuuck, yes! Squirt all over me,” I faintly hear Walter groan those words before I realize my thighs are wet and sloshing noises are bouncing off the walls. Walter looks back up to my face and his pupils are blown wide. “You look so beautiful like this. All fucked out, tears flowing freely.” Did he say tears?

I reach up to my cheeks and feel wetness staining them, my eyes are blurry with unshed moisture. Then the emotion behind it all attacks and I begin to cry fully. I know they are happy tears but I can’t verbalize that to Walter yet and he starts to panic.

“S’ok…so good…emotional,” I mutter, trying to let him know I’m alright. He seems to understand and nods, going to the attached bathroom and coming back with two towels. I feel wet warmth between my thighs as he cleans me, then dries me off with the other towel. He lays down next to me and covers me with the comforter and I close my eyes in contentment.

He peppers my face with slow kisses, from my eyelids to my nose to my cheeks to my lips. When I open my eyes again, Walter is looking at me with a look that definitely spells out his feelings for me. Instead of putting words to it, we just lay and bask in its radiance. I struggle to keep my eyes open and finally keep them closed.

I feel a kiss placed on my forehead and stir while I hear Walter’s soothing voice in my ears. “You did so good, Angel. Rest as long as you need to, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I awake some time later, and true to his word, Walter is still laying next to me. His soft snores are like music to my ears. I lean up and nuzzle our noses together until he stirs and opens his eyes and smiles down at me.

“Hey, baby,” he gives me a quick peck, “How do you feel?”

“Well…so far, I feel refreshed. But I haven’t tried to walk yet,” I laugh, “That will be the true test. And I need to pee anyway.” At that, I sit up and stretch my arms over my head. I swing my legs out of the bed and stand up slowly. I take my first step and it’s wobbly as hell.

Walter gets up and helps me to the bathroom, because of course he does. He stays in the bathroom with me to make sure I don’t tip off the toilet or slip into the bathtub. I mean, at this point, I squirted all over his hand so I’m sure he can handle me peeing while he’s in the room. He even jokes that he can’t believe I have any liquids left in me. I playfully swat at him and he only grins at me.

We end up having dinner shortly after, the pasta was spectacular and the garlic toast was perfect. The rest of the night is spent introducing Walter to Supernatural. He likes how funny it is, and I feel obligated to tell him that this is one of the saddest shows to ever grace television screens. Once I say that, he vows to still watch the show because it means so much to me.

We lay down in his bed for the night, talking about what we want to do this weekend. I mention that it would be nice to do absolutely nothing and just be lazy bums all weekend and he approves. Our weekend is spent finishing the first season of Supernatural and me answering all of Walter’s questions about the show. He is so cute getting all invested in one of my faves. And if we take breaks for him to test how many times he can make me cum in a weekend, then that’s our business.

He won’t allow me to return the favor, however. He says that this is all a part of him taking care of me this weekend. I try not to feel undeserving of so much positive attention, but I’m still a work in progress. And that is just fine for now because he is good at making me forget why I was anxious in the first place. My sweet Walter better count his days, because I am going to rock his world when I finally get the chance.

Chapter 5

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myjustice · 2 months

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🔥+ current state of fandom culture

it's bad. there's so much bad in the way fandom is now a days. i remember fandom being fun, people being silly & ridiculous, sharing their thoughts & their preferences & likes without worrying about some idiot out there to get them for just having a preference & opinion that just did not match with theirs. if there was something you didn't agree with then you just ignored it & filtered it out or if you felt compelled to comment the discussions i would see from my personal experience were always civil ones contained within the confines of the fictional work & not someone calling someone homophobic just because they preferred a m/f ship over a m/m ship ( that's not how that works by the way ).

everybody is more focused on having some sort of nonexistent higher ground in their opinion compared to everybody else's rather than consuming something because they enjoy it. somehow the culture switched into it being hostile & competitive over time. i can't pinpoint where it started to happen, but when it did it was definitely a shock to me. this is a problem in every fandom unless the fandom is extremely small, genshin is my large fandom, i'm in a much smaller fandom & everything i see & hear from other much larger fandoms & this one have not been a problem in my smaller fandom. fandom isn't fun anymore, as a whole nobody has fun, it only works now a days when you find a small group of people in that fandom. which isn't a bad thing either as long as you're having fun, that's the whole point of a fandom, it was always to just have fun.

but it's why i don't go in too deep into fandoms, especially big ones. because i want to have fun, if you want to consume stuff that makes you angry for some strange reason that's on you, get better i guess.

people who make fandom their entire personality though are also quite the piece of work. this is going to be so mean but literally go outside, because usually good rule of thumb it's these people who are the problem & take fandom way too seriously when they shouldn't be. if you can't handle someone having a different opinion, a different take, a different headcanon, a different preference, a different something that doesn't match with what you think & your initial response is to be aggressive to that person, to be ugly, to make them sound like they're vile, then you're the problem & you need to step back & remember that life is outside, not in the internet since that's where usually you find your fandoms.

even i who doesn't go too deep into my largest fandom unless it's for my work have been told i can't call myself a lesbian for being okay with the neuvifuri ship? i can't imagine how it's like for people who actively engage in fandoms deep on their day to day & i don't want to.

i've seen things i disagree with but i'm not going to do anything about it. that's how they're consuming it, it's not going to hurt me. it's not that hard, it's not going to kill you for just saying oh i disagree & just go on with your day unbothered, if it does it's a bit embarrassing in my opinion. i can express i disagree with it in my space, but i'm not going to go after them, i'm not going to dis them because then i'll be contributing to that problem.

then there's this weird i don't know what to properly call it, almost this purity culture in fandoms. i've seen so many people have to justify themselves & defend themselves for liking a downright vile character & explain that they don't support or condone their actions like they're being held on trial by a mob of just downright weird, very weird people, that used to never happen before. it's odd. if you can't separate fiction from reality you have to work on that in my opinion, that's what i think. not everybody is affected by fiction like the person next to you. someone can watch gore & go on with their day eating a cupcake five minutes later like they didn't just watch someone on screen get gut open. there are people out there like that because it's a fictional piece.

i feel like i'm ranting on & on at this point.

the point is that it isn't what it used to be, not anymore.

meme

#ooc. ( ready...action! )#thanks & sorry for the length of this lkjdh #clearly i have so much to say

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yukinarinn · 3 months

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Mukuro Ikusaba NSFW alphabet?

Of course, sweetie! sorry it took so long. And if some of you are still waiting for me to finish your requests, I will!

Anyway, I hope you like it! and please tell me if you want me to change anything <3

Finishing this one year later, sorry. I’m not sure I’ll write any more fics with this fandom since I’m now into Scream franchise. However I’m glad to be back!

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

After sex, she’s so caring and gentle towards you. Especially in the shower, she makes sure to clean you up very well and then lay on bed next to you and cuddle, perhaps even coming up with an idea like eating cookies while watching movies before falling asleep with you in her arms!

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

Her favorite part of her body must be her abdomen, she loves when you lick it and placing sweet kisses on it, she feels loved and wanted. But talking about her favorite part of your body, I’d assume it’s your neck since I think she could be a dom, biting your neck gently and then going a little rougher is the first thing she does in making out sessions!

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

Honestly, she loves when you cum on her fingers or.. in her mouth when she’s giving you an oral. It gives her so much confidence.

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

She sometimes fantasize about you dominating her as well and do all the dirty things she does to you, but this thought immediately vanishes when she remembers how you beg her to fuck you.

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

She wasn’t really into sex until she met you, she never was into meaningless sex so she was pretty much a virgin before meeting you. But now as she knows all your kinks and what you like, and with more practice, she is getting really good at it!

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Definitely missionary. She loves when you’re under her, your chest is more accessible to her as she can kiss, mark you, while she’s also pleasuring you.

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

She’s usually serious in those moments, loving when things are getting more passionate and when the room is filled with your moans.

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

She’s hella insecure when it comes to this even though you might not care much. She shaves completely.

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

Not really a rough dom, she cares a lot about you and wants you to be safe with her. Foreplay is the first thing she does to make you wet and ready for her, along with sweet and long kisses down your sensitive skin.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t touch herself. She is horny but as long as you help out she doesn’t need to do it. However, she did it once years ago out of curiosity.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Not a very kinky person to be honest, unless her partner is. Death spares no attempt.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In your bedroom most of the time, and bathroom. She wouldn’t do it in public since she thinks moments like that are supposed to be intimate and private.

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

Your submission, the way you would just squirm under her whenever she lays a finger on you drives her crazy and wants to give you more.

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

She will never force you into something you don’t want to do and will always ask for consent before anything.

One thing that is however turning her off is when her partner flirts with other people on purpose just so she can get mad and fuck them. Reminder: this doesn’t work on her.

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

Both giving and receiving, but mostly giving. She knows how to use her mouth and wants to show you how good she is at it everytime you have the chance to fuck.

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

Depends on the situation. If it’s a normal day, especially after a dinner date with you, it will lead to slow and sensual sex.

But if you argued earlier and you want to make it up to her somehow, for short make up sex (:>) she will get rougher.

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

If you need it and she needs it too, yes. It’s fine. But it’s rare when that happens since she loves taking her time.

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

She isn’t into public sex that much and the thought of you getting caught by random people isn’t very appealing. But just like her sister, she loves despair and she would do it only for the sake of it (and you). Likes adrenaline as well.

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

Her stamina is pretty high, she can get tired at times but can go for another round once a few minutes has passed. Especially when she’s in her needy mode!

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

She bought once a vibrator to help you release tension when you’re stressed when she’s not around you, but ended up in her using it on you and you returning the favor. Haha.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mukuro likes to tease. Absolutely loves when she sees your fucked-out face, begging her with your puppy eyes to stop teasing and get to the real thing.

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

She might be pretty loud when you finger fuck her. She tries to hold back her moans sometimes as she can get LOUD though.

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

She used to make dirty jokes with Junko about you, like, “shoving the vanilla ice cream into her mouth thinking it’s your cum”

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

Her breasts are average but her thighs are huge, she just doesn’t want people to stare at her legs so she doesn’t wear anything too..slutty. Unless it’s you.

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

Surprisingly as cold as she might seem, trying so hard to be like her sister and seem like she isn’t interested in anyone but only in hurting people. The yearn is pretty high. She’s just good at hiding it, always wanted Junko to not consider her a freak.

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

Almost immediately if the sex was too much even to her, but always makes sure you’re alright before you both go to sleep.

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #dr1 thh #mukuro ikusaba #mukuro x reader #fem reader #danganronpa smut #18+ content

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blot-squisher · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @malatruse!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 17 (for now)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,092,369

3. What fandoms do you write for? Oh lord... At the moment I have written for/am writing for multiple slasher/horror fandoms, Dead by Daylight, a little bit of Five Nights at Freddy's, Teen Wolf... and a WIP for Among Us of all things 😆

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Surviving the Game Surviving the Game: Level 2 Don't Say Goodbye Whispers In the Dark Back From the Dead

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I usually try to simply because I enjoy engaging with readers! Sometimes I miss comments or don't have a good response, but it's rare I simply choose not to respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Chimeric Horde although it does have a more ambiguous/hopeful ending, it's by far the angstiest fic I've written.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I've seen? I hope not to in the future 😅

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? As difficult as it can be, I love writing smut. The majority of the fics I write have at least some smut in them. Mostly M/M, some F/M, and some M/M/M. Soon we'll be getting some *redacted for spoiler purposes*

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Freddy (Fazbear) vs. Predator I have no idea how I came up with this, but... this.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No and I hope I never do 😥

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I'm aware of

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My OCD will not allow me to leave a fic unfinished. If I start posting something, I will finish it. I may have to shorten the ending drastically, but I will finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I honestly don't know? I feel like I'm pretty good at writing dialog and fluff, although I really enjoy writing fight scenes and smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I tend to forget small details that should have been touched on until it's too late...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I am hesitant to actually try and write anything in other languages, simply because I don't trust Google translate. It's trash most of the time, so unless it's something short or a single word here or there I try to either write it 'like this' or by describing the character as speaking in X language.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Teen Wolf (Mmmmm love me some Sterek)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Surviving the Game (this is my baby and I love it)

#tag game #20 questions #fanfic #my fics #writing thoughts

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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filth alphabet | jimmy darling ; ahs freak show

taglist babes || req rules / fandoms+characters || send ?s || masterlist

For the lovely anon who sent both names to me yesterday in case I didn't write for one or the other. Hey sweetheart, I did promise you this. I hope you're out there and you see this and enjoy it? I love this man, your honor.

Warnings;

Minors, I think the entire fuck not. This content is for 18+ only. breeding kink, hosiery kink, choking/biting/marking/hairpulling - rough sex, body fluids, dick size, aftercare, d*ddy kink, praise kink, nipple play, spanking, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, underwear, the usual stuff you find on one of these tbh.

Taglist:

@krys-orion and @sporadiccherryblossomgladiator are the only people on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be on it, click the little link up top.

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

... he loves to hold you, play with your hair, talk to you in this soft and whispery voice while he's kissing you. He will baby the hell out of you, especially if he got a little rough. He's so good at taking care of you and it's all the time, not just during or post sex..

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

Legs. This man loves legs. And lips. But he really loves eyes? Eyes are the first thing he notices on a girl and they'll sucker him in every single time.

His favorite body part on himself is also the part he wishes were normal. Hands. Because he's had them for so long he can do anything that a normal guy would -and in the case of using them to get you off, a thousand times better, but... He loves and hates them.

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

.... he loves to cum inside you, ugh. If he's not cumming inside you, he'll cum on your stomach, ass, tits.. When he cums, it's a lot and it's hard. You will be leaking when he's gotten off and sometimes, when he sees it, he'll fuck it back into you or push it back in with his fingers. He loves to kiss you after oral (when you're giving to each other 69) because he loves the way you taste mixed with him.

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

... doesn't really have one. he strikes me as another open book.

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

... He is very, very experienced. Very.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Edge of the bed, your legs on his shoulders, him standing. Missionary. Cowgirl.

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

... He's more serious than anything, to be honest. He can be goofy, he's just not typically goofy in bed unless it's a rare moment.

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

... He's clean down there but it's hairy. I feel like he dyes his hair the shade of brown it is, idk why, but anyway. The hair down there is darker, coarse curls. He keeps himself spotless clean, but he doesn't like.. groom it that much.

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

... he's so intimate. so intimate. even when he knows it's just a money for sex exchange, he can't help it, some part of him like.. gets attached briefly. He's constantly kissing and touching you, praising you and making sure you're okay, that he's doing good enough, that he's pleasing you. And it's so sweet.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

... he's got a dirty picture or two of you (taken at the carnival's photo booth) and those are literally all he needs to jack it if you're not around. He keeps these photos in his overalls or tucked into a mirror in his little trailer, btw. He loves to masturbate together, he loves to watch you get yourself off while he gets himself off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hosiery, listen he fucking loves thigh highs with the lil fancy lace straps. I mean he's got brute strength enough to rip 'em right off but anyway, nipples / nipple play -he loves to bite, lick, suck and fondle your breasts because it gets him hard when he sees the way they stand up, poke through your little lingerie or slips or whatever, orgasm control, breeding kink -this man wants a family, marking/biting/choking/hair pulling, soft!Dom, praise kink -giving and getting, body worship -this man will go on for hours about your body, dominance kink -call him sir or daddy. see what the hell happens, i dare you oh my god., food play, underwear -he's stolen so damn many pairs of your panties..

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

... Anywhere, to be perfectly honest. Just not right out in public, god knows he gets watched enough when he's performing in the show. I feel like he's the kind of guy who will absolutely rail you on the kitchen counter or against your closed front door or a wall.

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

... kissing his neck. Drag your tongue over the outline of your lips -or his. Your hand against his chest, clutching at his shirt. playing with your hair, biting your lips, grinding his lap or riding his thigh, snuggling yourself against him -do anything that makes him feel like the strong and protective man he is, ugh, fuck...

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

... Sharing you, esp if he really loves you. He's not fond of bondage after the hands incident, he hates anything to do with piss or shit, he's not into people watching, either.

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

... He prefers to get, but he loves to give 'em too and whew, listen.. If you think his fucking hands are magic.. That tongue, holy shit. He knows exactly how to work his tongue and fingers?hands? to get you screaming and shaking. He is a messy, messy boy though. Because he really does enjoy giving, so he's just going to town with it, the most lewd -and hot sounds, saliva, your juices, ugh, fuck. And I'm down bad again, your honor.

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

... Typically, he's fast and rough -esp if it's a situation like I wrote down in the q answer. But if he's really in love with someone and he has limitless time oh my god. This man will make it last all night, he is huuuuge into teasing and foreplay and he tries to get you off as many times as he can before he ever gets inside you because it's the one way he really knows how to show love.. with his body..

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

... Jimmy will take sex however he can get it. If a quickie is all that's offered, he's taking that quickie. They happen a lot too, because girls will call him over -if he's not with someone, and then he'll have to rush through the act because their husbands will be due home in less than an hour...

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

... He loves risks, are you kidding me? Will screw you in an alley up against a wall if you're into it and the mood hits to do so. Now, experimentation, I feel like he's got mixed feelings. Depends on what it is, tbh.

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

Two rounds, tops. Has to rest up between 'em too. Those two rounds last so long though, especially with all the teasing and overstim.

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

... His hands. His hands are his toys. If his hands, mouth and cock don't get the job done, why are you even around him?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

... He loves to tease, mostly because he feels like it'll go no further than teasing because of his hands. Women tend to run for the hills when he takes the gloves off. Which is dumb, but anyway.. He teases so much, holy shit. He likes to try to break 'em before they bolt?

... in the case of a lover, he teases because he's horny, he wants your attention and he needs to be inside of you. Still a constant tease, only this time around it's because he's in l-o-v-e with you entirely and he just can't get enough of you.

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

Jimmy's laughing quietly against your tits neck and ears, whispered praises against your skin, groans and grunts and the occasional slightly louder growl. Lots of swearing under his breath, lots of telling him he loves you -particularly if you're with him with him and this isn't just a tryst or paid action he's taken to make side money. He's quieter, but he's not silent.

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

... I lowkey feel like he was/is touch starved, but his is totally different from the norm? Like.. most people it's haven't been touched at all and they go feral. Jimmy, it's hasn't been touched intimately by a person who actually loves him and isn't using him for his hands or cock and isn't family. I feel like even as a child, Ethel wasn't the most physically affectionate parent? So.. yeah. The first time he's with someone and they touch him intimately and he knows that they love him as much as he loves them, whew boyyy.. He will go absolutely off the rails and he won't be able to stop touching you.

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

... Slightly above average girth but average length. I feel like he knows how to work with it though and personally on my end, the verdict is still out on whether he's cut or not. I feel like he might not be, a lot of men probably weren't back then, but anyway. The tip is reddish pink and he has a thick vein down one side of his cock. When he first pushes into you, it will burn because he's just slightly above average in girth.

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

Hiiiigh, oh my god. But here's the thing... Jimmy can absolutely ignore it if there's nobody he's pulled to or attracted to present. So it's there, but he kinda ignores it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

... he takes longer to fall asleep. likes to lie awake holding you and talk for a little while. Or you hum to him and play with his hair, he loves that. But it takes a little while for him to fall asleep after it's over because he likes to bask in the afterglow.

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