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sukiipjs · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ CHRIS NSFW ABC’S

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a- aftercare (how are they like after sex?)

loves being soft with you and would let you rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair, maybe would run a bath/shower for you two after and ask if you needed anything and make sure you’re okay.

b- body part (what’s their favorite body part of yours? + favorite part of their own body?)

he loves your ass honestly, he’s obsessed. he wishes he could just bury his face in it forever. and he loves when you wear tight dresses, your curves are amazing.

he loves his fingers especially since he knows how much you love them too, and loves using them on you. 👀

c- cum (anything to do with cum.)

loves backshots but honestly loves just cumming on you. your face, stomach, tits, ass, inside you. loves to see you covered with his cum, big turn on for him.

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

loves when you mess with him in public, on purpose or not. you could just bend over to grab something or touch his legs, whatever and he’ll get so turned on.

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

a few bodies but definitely knows what he’s doing and definitely loves doing it.

f- favorite position (what is their favorite position?)

reverse cowgirl, loves you on top no matter what and he loves to see and grab at your ass, another favorite being doggy, like i said before, back shots and ass.

g- goofy (are they serious during sex? etc.)

mostly stays serious and focused on doing what he’s doing but makes some comments or jokes a few times.

h- hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

clean but hairs still there, just not fully shaved. for you he doesn’t really care, if the pussys fire he’s not complaining. 🤷

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

loves being close and getting to touch all around your body, and will make out with you forever. he just worships you and your body so much.

j- jack off (masturbation headcannon)

always pulls up pictures of you or your instagram to jerk off to, loves to imagine all that he could do to you and you to him.

k- kink (what kink or kinks do they have?)

dumbification for sure, loves to just fuck you not stop until all you can do is moan and roll those eyes back. not thinking, not speaking. he loves it and loves being in control.

l- location (where is their favorite place to do it?)

would do it anywhere thats not like blatantly where people can see. like he’d fuck you in a dressing room or in the car or in a bathroom just where ever.

m- motivations (what turns when on during sex?)

literally could be anything, any small touch, just seeing you, your body, the sounds you make. everything.

o- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving, etc?)

loves when you give him head, your lips are absolutely perfect and just what he needs, always stares at you while your putting on lip gloss/chapstick and imagines those lips on his dick.

p- pace (are they fast and rough/soft and sensual?)

fast and rougher definitely, loves to see you begging and all wiped out LMAO. he loves to see you wrecked.

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

honestly loves them, he gets worked up a lot so that release is all he needs. loves the whole session better and having you longer but if he’s like begging for it, a quickie is great.

r- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he’s cool with trying new thinks but isn’t usually the one to suggest something new. likes how it normally is.

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

he swears he could go on forever, not stop but in reality he gets too tired after like three or two rounds. and always likes to have you finish before him.

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

doesn’t always like using them, if you want he’ll use your vibrator on you but he likes to do most of the pleasuring.

u- unfair (how much they like to tease?)

loves to make you beg for him and teases you a good amount, loves to see you get all annoyed, he finds it so funny. but also loves when you tease him too tbh.

v- volume (how loud are they during sex? what sounds do they make etc.)

low grunts and strained moans, likes to let you make the most noise. plus he gets super turned on when you start making those sounds.

w- wildcard (a random head cannon)

loves when you cockwarm him while he’s playing video games n shit. just loves being close to you as you squirm around on his lap, soft moans in his ear. he swears he’s in heaven. and loves fucking you in fresh love tbh… HOT.

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

high, always gets super worked up by the littlest things you do. you could be doing ANYTHING, just being around him and he will be ready to fuck.

z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

would 100% pass out right after or at least try to stay awake until you fall asleep first.

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ginkgo-phyta · 3 months

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Can I request Spencer (later seasons, post prison era) gifting his gf an initial necklace, but the pendant is his initial?

i.e.

"This is nice, Spence, but my name doesn't start with an 'S'."

"Yeah, but mine does, and you're mine."

Feel free to take it as far as you like 😏

A/N: ehehe yes ofc, i love thissss, but also a lil funny bc my name DOES start with an S :P so imma change the dialogue a bit. keepin dis sweet- there is a lil steamy moment for like two sentences however mostly this is fluff, hope you enjoy it, my love!

Fluff, no warnings (?), gender neutral language (im p sure, lemme know if i missed something!), 2.5k words

Spencer’s apartment is flooded with the music of joy; light jazz pours from an old style radio in the living room, your shared laughter tumbles into the rest of the place from the small kitchen, the sound of knives and forks scraping decorated ceramic plates signals the end of a well-enjoyed meal.

It was date-night for the two of you, a rare occurrence as of late due to Spencer’s teaching commitment. Initially, you were excited, thinking you would be getting more of him to yourself. You kept that thought to yourself, though, seeing how upset he initially was at not being able to help his team in the way he wanted to. That exhilaration was shut down particularly quickly as Spencer had begun bringing his work home with him. When he was working only as a profiler, sure he’d be away from you most of the time, but when he came home he’d spend all of his time present and in the moment. Now, at times, having him home almost felt worse than when he’d be away.

In the moment, however, everything was perfect. This is how you wished every night could be. The two of you bumping shoulders as you both prepare dinner; glasses of wine clinking with a cheers; old love songs serenading your flushed ears as Spencer pulls you into his arms to delicately waltz around the kitchen; his balmy eyes peering down into yours, speaking words of love and comfort. This serene feeling of domesticity was addicting. Life had been a whirlwind the past year, with it only being about six months since Spencer came home from prison. Things were jarringly different at first, both of your lives changing the way being wrongfully imprisoned changed Spencer, but you didn’t care. You could fight every battle life threw your way as long as your beautiful boy was by your side. Some days were more difficult than others, when Spencer would be reminded of the atrocities he witnessed in jail or what he had to do to survive. He’d isolate himself, snap at you, or push you away; but this evening was a good night- it almost felt like you had your old lover back.

“Dinner was delicious, angel.” Spencer beamed at you from the other side of his compact dining table, using his cloth napkin to wipe at the corners of his lips.

“Well,” you chuckled, pushing out of your seat to collect both of your plates, “you helped me, that’s probably why.”

Spencer quickly followed your movements, whisking the dishes out of your hands with a sweet kiss pressed to your cheek before taking them to the sink. “It was all you, beautiful.” he had whispered against your skin while leaving your side.

You silently shook your head, picking up your wine and water glasses to be washed. “Should I dry?” you questioned as he turned on the faucet, pulling a tea towel from the cabinet below you.

Spencer shook his head, “It’s okay, they can air dry.” he spoke with a little shrug.

“Okay!” you responded bright-eyed, throwing the towel down onto the counter next to you, a bit too excited at the prospect of not doing anything. Your reaction peeled an infectious laugh from Spencer's beautifully cerise lips, his nose scrunching involuntarily. You could stand there and just watch him exist for the rest of eternity.

And you did just that for a minute, took in the sight of him humming along to the jazz standard wafting in from the other room, engrossed in scrubbing the food stuck to the pans you cooked in. His jawline and upper-lip were shadowed in scruff, trailing down the sides of his Adam’s apple. His hair was long now, wavy and pushed back from his face, exposing his strong forehead and giving you unrestricted access to gaze into his gentle cinnamon eyes. The years passing changed his appearance in so many ways, and you loved every bit of it. Your eyes trailed down to graze over the top of his chest, exposed by the first few buttons of his deep cerulean shirt undone; they moved over the slopes of his broad shoulders, and down to his arms working steadfast to clean up the remnants of your meal. It didn’t escape Spencer how you were drinking him in without a care in the world, paying no mind to his elbow occasionally bumping into your torso.

“You having fun there?” he teased with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, eyes never leaving the task at hand. His words spurred you forward.

You simply hummed in response as you moved to stand behind him, your front pressing firmly into his back. Spencer’s eyebrow arched questioningly, but he kept his mouth shut, simply letting you do as you pleased. Your head peeked over one side of his arm, hands sliding down until they reached the cuff of his sleeve. Deftly, you began folding them up, “Just helpin you,” you mumbled as a throwaway explanation, moving to his other side to do the same. Fingernails scratched at his newly exposed forearms, your muffled giggle turning Spencer’s smirk into a wide grin. “Done!” you announced, wrapping your arms around his abdomen before nuzzling your face into his broad back. Over the barrier of fabric, the running water, and the sound of his scrubbing Spencer barely heard you ask, “Didn’t I help so much?”

His chuckle sent vibrations into your cheek, “Yes, honey, you were a big help. Thank you.” Content, you pushed your face further into his shirt.

The two of you stood like that for a few more minutes, Spencer trying his best not to move too much in order to keep you comfortable. You haven’t back-hugged him like this since before he was framed, and he didn’t realize how much he missed it until this moment. He washed the dishes a bit slower than normal, reveling in the heart-warming scene. Soon, however, he was done.

As soon as he turned off the water, you were off him, moving to pick up the once-forgotten tea towel and face him, leaning against the edge of the sink. “Thank you for your service, soldier.” you unseriously saluted before taking each of his dripping hands in his and patting them dry.

A titter broke through his smile as Spencer reverently gazed down at you, the way your eyes twinkled under the soft-yellow lights of his old kitchen, your beautiful hands turning his own over to attack any remaining droplets of water, your eyebrows twitching reflexively here and there in focus. The first time he laid eyes on you all those years ago he was shot in the heart by Cupid’s arrow, and it has stayed there, firm in place, ever since.

As soon as you were done, Spencer softly cupped your face in his palms, your fingers wrapping around his wrists as he tilted your head up to look at him. He leaned down, pushing a passionate, yet gentle kiss onto your mouth. Before you could deepen it, he pulled away just enough to mumble, “I have something for you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you looked up at him in confusion as he pressed one more peck to your lips before moving into the other room, your hands chasing after him. Once his words processed in your brain you perked up, excitedly following behind him.

“You got me a gift?” You question, reaching where Spencer stood at the side table by the front door, right in front of the intricate, gold trimmed mirror you hung up just last week. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched Spencer pick up the weekly newspaper, “Uh, you got me the…local paper?”

With a roll of his eyes, Spencer wordlessly pulled you to him by the waist, mimicking your earlier actions by pressing his front into your back. You stumbled a bit, catching yourself by grabbing onto the forearm wrapped around your torso, holding you up, Spencer’s fingers digging into your waist. You peer at him curiously through the mirror before he whispers in your ear.

“Look,” he motions down with his chin, and you do as you’re told. Spencer moves the haphazardly folded newspaper to the side, revealing a glimmering deep emerald velvet box. From the size of it, you could tell it was some jewelry other than a ring. You gasped in shock, not even having seen its contents. “Spencer…” your voice was meek and unbelieving.

He watched you through the mirror, his cheek pressed against your temple as he opened the box before you. Your alluring eyes widened to their limits, hands flying up to cover your mouth. Your gaze whizzed to meet your lover in the reflection, “You got me a necklace??” your words dripped with incredulity. Spencer had gifted you generously in the past- rare books, handmade accessories, clothing you had your eye on, tickets to see your favorite artists live- but never before had he bought you jewelry. You never minded, content with wanting the first piece he gives you to be an engagement ring. That being said, this surprise moved you immensely. You took in the gorgeous necklace shining proudly up at you. A dainty chain in the metal you wore the most, in the middle sat a heart-shaped locket, no bigger than the tip of your pinky-finger. Before you could speak again, Spencer shifted to open the locket for you, revealing two pictures. One was older, taken at JJ’s wedding; Penelope had been going around taking photos of everyone and as soon as she neared the two of you, Spencer scooped you up into his arms as if you were the bride. The moment frozen in time showed you in the midst of a bellowing laugh, clutching to Spencer’s shoulders in shock, with your boyfriend looking upon you as if you were an angel incarnate, an equally wide smile plastered across his face. The second photo was more recent; you had invited the whole team out to a picnic brunch shortly after Spencer was released and this time Emily was the one taking candid photos. The two of you were cozying up at the edge of the yellow gingham blanket, Spencer's arms wrapped tightly around your figure rested between his legs. In the photo, his hand was cupping your jaw, tilting your face up to bring your lips close to his, the snapshot proudly showcasing his grinning mouth just centimeters from your own with the sunlight stretching out in the background.

“Oh, Spencer,” you were at a loss of words, your fingers hesitantly tracing the silhouette of the pendant, “It’s so beautiful, my favorite pictures…” you murmured.

Spencer hummed and nodded in response, setting the box down to take the necklace out of its confines. He straightened behind you, stretching the necklace out in front of your face, “Let me put it on you, baby.” he whispered, mouth barely moving.

You happily obliged as he brought the chain closer to your neck, moving your hair to one side to better allow him to clasp it behind you. Spencer watched you the whole time through the mirror while your eyes were fixated on the necklace. The cold metal of the locket hitting your warm skin caused a minuscule gasp to part your plump lips, but Spencer noticed it all. The way your chest rose and fell faster, chasing after your quickened heart; the way you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth; your uncertain hands grasping at his trouser legs behind you. Once the chain was secured, the locket resting perfectly in the dip of your collar bones, Spencer placed soft, warm kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulders and neck, holding eye contact with you with each; even as he moved your hair to dutifully pepper the other side. You sighed as his arms returned to engulf your waist, tighter than before, your hands moved to rest on top of his. He noticed your eyelids flutter close just for a moment, taking him in, before they opened again and your gaze shifted back down to the reflection of the necklace. Your eyes glinted with uncertainty upon noticing the engraving on the locket you hadn’t fully processed earlier.

“‘S’...” you spoke, reading the letter dangling from your neck. You kept your inflection steady, trying to make it seem like you knew exactly what it stood for, but Spencer knew you better than that. Before you could make any assumptions, he spoke up.

“For ‘Spencer’.” he stated matter-of-factly, his face moving up from your shoulder to rest against your temple again.

You smiled at him, more confused than before, “But aren’t you supposed to put my initials on it. You know, cuz it’s my necklace?”

“No,” he murmured sternly against your hair. Spencer’s left hand slipped down to grab onto your right hip, his right hand traveling up your sternum to thumb over the locket before splaying out to rest just below your throat, the heart pendant resting on the back of his hand.

Another, louder gasp sucked through your lips as Spencer tugged you closer to him, your back arched a bit as it stretched, bum pushing into his groin.

“I put my initial,” he started again, heading dipping down to mouth against the shell of your ear, his eyes looking at you in the mirror through his cocoa lashes had you biting your lip, “Because you’re mine. And now everyone will know it.”

Suddenly, you whipped around in Spencer’s arms, throwing your own over and around his neck, hugging his body close to yours. He stumbled back a bit in shock, grabbing onto your lower back to steady himself before a laugh shook through his shoulders.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you enthusiastically repeated, pressing kisses along his stubbled jawline with every word. “I love it so much, Spencer.” you pulled back all the way to stare up at him, gaze filled with genuinity. One of your hands remained on the back of his neck, the other coming down to fiddle with the locket, “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

His previously mischievous demeanor melted off his back as Spencer drank in how you dripped sweetness. “I’m so happy to hear you say that, honey.” His hands rubbed up and down your back. “I know things have been…complicated lately. I’ve been distant and cold, which I want to apologize for, but you’ve been beside me through it all. You’re my rock, and I just wanted to show you a bit of my gratitude.”

You shook your head as you pushed up onto your tippy-toes to kiss him again, the hand on your locket moving to lightly scratch at the side of his neck.

“I’m all yours,” you muttered against his lips, tilting your head to the other side to slot yours upon them again. You pulled away after a couple seconds, “You don’t have to thank me, my love. I know you would do the same for me.” You pressed a few more kisses to Spencer’s supple lips before pulling back again, causing him to huff. “Are you mine?” you whisper.

Innocent doe-eyes coupled with a small pout had a quiet groan dragging from Spencer’s throat. He brought a hand up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb before tangling his fingers in your hair,

“I’m yours, baby.” he nodded. “Only yours.” With that, he pulled you back in for a sensual kiss.

A/N: omg sorry if this sucks im so sleepy right nowwwww it took so long to write this for some reason i cant process words properly but i wanted to finish this! i loved writing this piece, and i hope y'all like reading it. ANON! how'd i do?

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natti-ice · 2 months

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Steve Harrington NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: 18+ mdni, all NSFW Headcanons under the cut

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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

Clingy. He needs to hold you or be held after sex, he's never opposed to be little spoon.

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

Steve likes your back, he loves tracing every curve. He adores your shape.

What he likes about himself is his neck, it’s kind of odd but he likes the look of it.

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

He loves when you cum on his face, face sitting is one of his favorite positions. He gets really giddy when he makes you cum, it’s very rewarding to him.

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

He’s a panty thief. No further explanation.

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

He’s had a handful of sexual partners but he still learning. He loves when you tell him the things you like and the things he can do better to make you enjoy yourself more.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has a few favorites, he like face sitting but he really loves you on top. He likes to hold your waist while you bounce on his dick.

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

The first few times you have sex he’s pretty serious, once you get more comfortable with each other his playful side comes out more.

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

He keeps it trimmed down there, not to the point were it’s bald but enough for some friction. He has a nicely groomed happy trail

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

Steve is a romantic, he whispers sweet nothings in you ear. Anything to make you smile

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not a very avid masturbator, he mostly only masturbates after watching a raunchy movie. Or whenever he’s trying to fall asleep and he thinks about the nights you’ve spent together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a slight mommy kink. He loves being taken care of, being praised, he even slips a ‘mommy’ in there here and there.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any and every where. He’ll fuck you in the car, in the park (when it’s empty of course), honestly anywhere you’re comfortable.

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

Steve could have sex any time of the day, he always ready. Teasing really works him up, you could tease him about anything and he wants to fuck you right there.

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

Nothing would really turn him off necessarily, as long as he’s with you anything goes.

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

A master with the tongue. Without fail, he will make you cum while eating you out every time. He prefers to give, making you feel good makes him feel good. Plus he loves the way you taste.

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

This depends on his mood, if he’s had a bad day he can be pretty rough but if he’s happy he takes his time. The longer the better.

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

There are a few quickies throughout the day especially in the beginning of the relationship. It doesn’t matter where you’re at, if you’re horny he’ll find a way.

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

Steve was hesitant at first to try new things, mainly because he was afraid he would be bad at it. He starts slow, introducing small kinks into the bedroom like spanking ease him into exploring.

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

He lasts pretty long, especially when he takes his time. He’s quite physically fit so he can go for a while, sex can last up to an hour with him. Orgasm after orgasm.

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

He’s down to use sex toys on you, dildos, vibrators, etc. Maybe with a bit of alcohol, he’d let you use a toy on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Steve the tease. He lives to make you giggle and squirm under his touch. He teases just enough to make you beg.

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

Steve’s more vocal during foreplay, dirty talk, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you. During the deed he’s a moaner, he’s not loud but he’ll moan in your ear sending tingles down your spine.

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

He was so nervous during your first time, he stuttered a lot and so focused on doing a good job. He started to relax when he saw you were really enjoying yourself.

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

Well endowed. His dick is quite big, not scary big but you know it’ll definitely leave you satisfied.

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

Like I said, any time any where. There a part of him that’s always horny but he can control it pretty well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s pretty tuckered out after sex, he puts in a lot of energy while fucking. He falls a sleep pretty quickly and he sleeps very happy.

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aangell333 · 8 months

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sirius black smut alphabet

sirius black x reader

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

sirius is a very giving man, he likes you to be happy at all times, so of course he’s going to run his baby a nice, warm bubble bath. no matter how tired he is, he never fails to clean you up after a good night

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

although sirius loves all of you, he adores thighs. I will stand by this statement until I die. he just loves them, they look good in anything. his main reasoning is that no matter what you wear, he can see your thighs. he’ll constantly have his hand on them or be gently running his fingers along them

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

loves to see his cum anywhere on you. on your ass, chest, stomach or leaking from your hole, he loves to see it

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

sirius would love to fuck you in a broom closet in between classes. having to keep you both quiet as he fucks into you against the wall. the risk of anyone walking past and hearing you. he loves the adrenaline rush, but still wants to keep your dignity

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

this goes without saying that this whore knows what he’s doing. he knows exactly how to get you turned on, get you wet and then get in his bed - or on his bed, he can never wait to get under the sheets and wants to see all the action happening

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything. anything where he can fuck you raw is his favourite. but he does like cowgirl; making you do the work until you can’t fuck yourself on him anymore and he thrusts up into you and shows you how to properly fuck. oh yeah.

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

if something like a zipper gets caught or someone struggles with their clothing then he’ll share a giggle with you, but he mostly likes to stay serious and dominant in bed

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

is always scared that too much hair is gonna scare you off so makes sure to shave. he still keeps a small patch and a happy trail just above his cock as it makes him feel like a man, but everything is well-groomed

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

likes to be rough and dominant with you but can be slow and sensual if you’ve just come back from a sweet date or a romantic walk

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to jack off when he knows you’ll find him. like when you’ve arranged to meet in his dorm and you walk in to find him jacking off. he’ll make you sit and wait, needily watching him with a wet core

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

d/s dynamics, choking kink, size kink, corruption kink, tit fucking, thigh fucking, SKIRTS, tube tops (even if you got big mommy milker tits that can’t fit in them properly)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

mostly in bed but has so used remus’s prefect privileges to sneak into the prefect bathroom to fuck you on every surface in there and in the water

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

a lot of things. you in a skirt, seeing your body in any way, anytime you do something that jiggles any part of your body. just you in general, tbh

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

knife play, blood play or cnc. finds it uncomfortable and weird (sorry if this is your thing)

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

both. he likes getting sucked off but lives off of the sounds you make when his lips are around your clit. you taste so good to him and you are his girlbreakfast, girlbrunch, girllunch, girlsnack, girldinner, girlmidnight snack, girl3AMmunch

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

like I said earlier, it depends on how his or your day has gone. if you had a nice date, he’ll be sensual and romantic. if you’ve had a shit day and just want someone to fuck your hate for the world out of you, you won’t be waking for weeks

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

sex is sex to him. anytime he can hit it, he’ll hit it. even if he doesn’t get off, he just wants to be inside of you. it doesn’t matter if he only gets to feel your tight walls for two minutes or two hours, he’s taking whatever he can get

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

if you want to try something, he’s game. unless it’s something that will put you in danger, then he won’t do it. and he’ll only do anything that would hurt you (knife play and such) if you were desperate and he knew what he was doing

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

this man does not know the meaning of the word ‘tired’ when it comes to sex. he could come home absolutely hanging from a rough day and want nothing more than to sleep. but if you’re waiting for him to fuck you, he is wide awake like a motherfucker on crack cocaine

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

he wouldn’t own any toys as he’s too confident in his own abilities, but if you had some or wanted to use some, he’d happily oblige. anything to make his baby happy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

this man invented teasing. he is awful when it comes to teasing. if he had it his way, he would spend all night teasing you just to hear those pretty sounds and whines you make

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

he grunts and groans, y’know the usual. but one time, you asked him to whimper for you. he hated it but, god, he sounded beautiful

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

is obsessed with the idea of stuffing you full. with anything. his cock, his fingers, his tongue, a dildo, a vibrator, a plug. anything. sometimes, he just cockwarms you because he loves the idea of you being stuffed full. in addition to this, he once came in you and then plugged you up to make sure nothing spilt out

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

big. long. girthy. and he knows how to use it. this is one of the reasons he became such a whore; he knew he had a big dick and that came with a lot of confidence

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

he IS a whole sex drive. pedal to the metal, he always wants it. it’s part of his personality, part of his soul

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once he’s cleaned you up, made sure you’re happy and tucked you into his arms, he falls asleep pretty quickly. he falls asleep quickly anyway, even without sex, so this is no different

my first post!! hope you guys enjoyed this one x

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #sirius black smut #sirius black is a kinky bitch #sirius black smut alphabet #smut alphabet #smut #x reader

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legitchase · 9 months

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König x Male!Reader

(I know I don't do fanfics any ore but this prompt or small fic has been stuck in my head)

I must say trying to make german sound appealing is so difficult if you speak the language yourself

Stuff to look forward too: Dominant!König, Submissive!Reader (This will be military inaccurate)

König and you just came back from a mission but as soon as they got into their shared barracks, you push König to sit on a chair as he immediately kneel down putting his head on Königs thigh looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Your head being places close to Königs crotch that that got harder at the sight of you, König held the back his head "Please König can I? I've been so good for this mission and I really need this!" You whine out from below.

"In ordnung Liebes, but we do this my pace ok?" (Aright love) König leaned down a bit to get closer to his face. Your face lights up at this working in getting Königs pants off, as soon as Königs pants were down his dick jumped out, it matches Königs height pretty much it was lengthy but not too much that it will damage him and it was pretty thick but more so at the base than at the tip.

You started of slowly and gently touching Königs base as if seeing it for the first time before he decides to give Königs tip a lick on the slit, making König groan out deeply which you felt going like a shiver down his body straight to his own dick as it pulsed against his pants.

You finally took a bit of Königs dick into his mouth "Aah s-scheiße, das machst du fantastisch Liebes~" (Aah s-shit, you're doing this fantastically Love~) König praises hum as he took more moving his head up and down in a good and steady rhythm.

You didn't know why but each time König spoke German, it had an effect on him "p-please fuck me König! Please! I want to have you in me I beg you!" You begged just sucking him off not being good enough anymore, König looked at him in thought "Dafür müssen wir dich erstmal vorbereiten." (For that we need to prepare you first) His voice sounded stern like he was trying to reason with you that they couldn't just go raw as König would definitely hurt him like that. König moved his boot between your crotch moving it slightly making you moan out "Aufstehen. Los." (Get up. Come on."

And you did just that, standing up as König did the same going towards the bed "you know the rules, if I hurt you too much say the word and I will stop" König said in english this time to make sure you understood him clearly, you nodded at him while saying "yes of course" as you lied down on the bed waiting for Königs next moves.

König pulled out some lube sitting behind you "Arsch hoch." (Ass up) König demanded and so you did laying on your front sticking your ass up presenting it to him in a way "So ein guter junge~" (such a good boy~) König spread your ass cheek a bit to get a better view of your hole that was already clenching for him, König only chuckled at the sight, König removed a glove showing his big veiny hands as he put some lube in them softly preparing you for the intrusion, as he put one of his fingers slowly in you gasped "O-ohhh god~" you moaned out at the feeling König always felt great to you, being it in you mouth, his fingers, his dick, his kisses... it didn't matter he always felt good and gentle yet rough when he needs to be.

König put another finger in slowly stretching you whole watching out for every change in expression to check if he didn't harm you, but quite the opposite you were in ecstasy by just his fingers alone "Haha was soll denn passieren wenn du erstmal was größeres bekommst?~" (Haha what is going to happen if you get something bigger?~) he pushed his fingers deeper then usual making you gasp on air letting out a high out a moan that made König feel like his dick is doing more the thinking than he does.

He loved this, he loved you and mostly he loved your reaction to all of him, whatever he does you have a reaction and he loves it. König now pulls his fingers out slowly making you whine at the loss but more excited because you knew that now it was his dick you needed to get used to.

König lines his dick at you gaping hole pushing in slowly, you let out a pained whine as König tried to soothe you by leaving small kisses on your neck softly massaging your head playing with you hair. It did help you calm down not even noticing König went in halfway, he stopped there to make sure he didn't hurt you rather doing this step by step.

When you gave him the go he moved his hips into yours slightly, you getting used to half his length in you, due to your jobs in the military you dont have enough time or energy to do this often but dear gods was it akways worth the wait.

Even while being dominant König let out noises himself which sounded like heaven to you, letting out moans yourself to let him know how good he feels which made him feel warm inside.

After a while König was fully in, his thick length causing you hole to grab around him in need of him to move. König started off with just rolling his hips into yours slowly to get you more accustomed to his length, you let out high pitch whines which, if recorded, would make you feel like a pornstar, and Lords you didn't mind it if it was König doing this to you. König leaned more back so his dick could go further inside you after a bit he pulled put turning you around so you were on you back

"Ich will dich sehen.." (I want to see you..) as he moved closer putting himself inside you again now moving more fast and rough the pace making you see stars, König pulled up his mask to finally give you a kiss his tongue meeting your lips before you opened you mouth for him sharing a passionate tongue kiss.

One of Königs hands is on your hip holding you securely as the other went to your dick to jerk it, making you whine out more louder along with heavy breaths and moans at the feeling "pleassseee!~ König dear! I need to cum please! I need to cum because you make me feel so great!~ fuuuuck!" You whine out his dick hitting all the right puts in you along with him jerking you off this was heaven to you "komm schon Liebes, mach schon komm für mich~" (come on love, do it cum for me~)

His words made your head all fuzzy as you sight went white as you cum on yourself and a bit on Königs hand as König came inside of you lots of thick seed filling you up, so much it leaks out of you ass slowly and onto the bed, König would ingrain this image into his head for sure.

"Gut gemacht, so ein guter junge nur für mich zum ruinieren~" (Good job, such a good boy just for me to ruin~) König whispered in a dark tone as you panted, you noticed König standing up ready to start with after care, he was always so caring with you.

König came back with a towel and a water bottle, cleaning you up first before giving you the bottle to drink "I didn't hurt you did I? Please say if I did love" König sounded worried making sure you were ok you told him you were fine.

After the aftercare you two layed down and enjoyed each others presence cuddled up into each other falling asleep.

Ok I haven't written fanfic in a long time and I don't plan to go back to it I just had this picture of the reader kneeling down putting the head to Königs legs looking up at him, which I got from a Pinterest picture of König soooo thank Pinterest, sort of along the way I lost my motivation to write so some parts may seem rushed

#cod #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #konig mw2 #könig x reader #könig x male reader #könig x you #konig x reader #konig x male reader

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lolahauri · 2 months

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: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Smut Alphabet

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

Considering he’s the sub/bottom, you’ll probably being doing more of the aftercare.

He does love to hold you till you fall asleep though.

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

Besides your hips/waist (fluff alphabet), i think he’d be a tits guy.

Big or small, he loves watching them bounce when your riding him.

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

Loves cumming on your stomach or inside you.

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

Lowkey would share you with Sam if you wanted.

He’s kind of a cuck.

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

None. You were his first, that’s part of the reason he’s so needy and dtf, he just can’t believe someone as hot as you really wants to fuck him.

(Plus all those years of pent up sexual frustration)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl!

He’s obsessed with you dominating him and taking control.

Mating press.

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

Very serious, you won’t ever catch him making a joke.

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

Darker than his hair and straight.

Keeps it nicely trimmed for you.

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

Pretty intimate. I wouldn’t say he’s romantic though.

But he’ll definitely be telling you how good your making him feel, how beautiful you are, feeling up your whole body and worshipping it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was single: daily. Either watching porn, or thinking about you.

Now: only when you aren’t in the mood (or if you wanna watch him)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, mommy/daddy, femdom, edging, orgasm control, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting, mutual masturbation/watching each other masturbate, dry humping, oral fixation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed or the couch.

When he was living with his parents: his desk or bed.

Imagine sucking him off or cockwarming him while he’s working.

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

Anything about you, really.

He’s pretty easy to arouse.

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

Degrading/verbal humiliation.

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

Equally loves both.

Cumming down your throat is amazing, but he also loves to serve you and make you feel good.

Honestly once he starts going down on you, he won't stop until you tell him to. He loves it so much.

A lot of times he'll get so horny from it that he'll grind on the bed until he cums.

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

He’s a needy little bitch, so fast and hard.

He fucks like a rabbit in heat.

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

Loves them, he’d have one anytime you want.

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

Mostly down to experiment, i don’t think he’s into anything extreme or really painful though.

He’d be down for some mild CBT maybe.

Risk wise, he’d def fuck you in the bathhouse locker room.

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

He can last quite a while if he’s being edged.

Otherwise he cums a little quick.

But it’s kind of adorable, you just feel so good and look so hot that he can’t help but cum in just a few minutes.

But to make up for his quick finish, he can go multiple rounds.

Would absolutely overstimulate himself until he’s crying if it means he gets to stay inside you.

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

He doesn’t own any, but if you had some he’d absolutely use them. (on you or him)

Like…

Vibrators, cock rings, fleshlights, etc...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can’t tease, he sucks at it.

But man he loves it when you do it.

Moving past him and “accidently” grinding your ass on his crotch >>

Doing little things throughout the day to turn him on, just to make him wait till that night to get off.

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

So loud and vocal.

Lots of whines, whimpers, and moans.

Probably a lot of begging too <3

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

Prefers hentai over "real" porn.

Imagine jerking him off while he’s watching hentai!?

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

About 6.5 inches and average girth, maybe leaning to the thicker side.

A little veiny and curved upwards.

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

Semi-high, he’d love to fuck at least once a day, even if it’s just a quickie.

But he’ll happily accommodate to your sex drive, whether it’s lower or higher.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits until your ready for bed.

Holds you like a teddy bear as you two fall asleep.

#x reader #smut #smut alphabet #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian x reader

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veampa · 1 month

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L Lawliet nsfw alphabet

L is so babygirl.

@the-coldest-goodbye creds for the template!!!

G/n reader

Character(s)- L

sorry that this is lazyyyyy

Trigger warnings in tags!!!

(Lil extra but the Matt somnophillia smut is in my drafts, not finished yet :< sorry for making y'all wait)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)- Very gentle yet not too affectionate, I just can't see him being all kissy and touchy after sex, a few kisses here and there maybe some cuddles too.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)- He doesn't have a favourite body part on him buttttttt he loves your nipples (i feel like he's a nipple guy LMAO) plus he can place whip cream on 'em.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)- Likes using cum as lube.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)- Is into anal.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)- He gives me virgin vibes :p, not that experienced when he met you, sure he knew what to do but you were his first.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)- missionary :3.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- Mostly serious but still funny with the way he says shit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- Doesnt do much to groom down there, just a small trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)- Not that cuddly, a few kisses here and there mixed in with some body worshipping.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)- Jerks off like once a week, doesn't do it that much, mostly too busy working on the Kira case.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)- food, asphyxiation (i feel like he'd be into it, idk why), body worship.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)- Anywhere private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- Lingerie, it looks SO good on your body like DAMN.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- this ties in with asphyxiation, wouldn't choke you to the point where you pass our.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)- giving, doesn't mind receiving, but he prefers giving cause he can lick off raspberry sauce:3.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)- Mix but he prefers more slow, he's not into quickies. if he's fucking you he's gonna do it properly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- Like just said, he doesn't like quickes, much prefers longer sessions.

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

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- My guy can stay awake for days, so you best believe he can last a few rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)- Doesn't own any other than a vibrator thats used on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- 95%. It's amusing to see you whine and squirm:3.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- A little vocal, just depends where yous are.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)- Has you sit on his cock for hours when he's working (in the most awkward posture)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)- 6 and a half inches. not too girthy but still got some thickness, slightly curved to the left, uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- Not that high tbh, focuses more on his work.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- He doesn't, bro just sits and stares at you.

#death note #death note smut #l lawliet #L lawliet smut #L smut #tw asphyxiation #tw food kink #tw #tw smut #l lawliet x reader

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ccscocoapuffs · 1 year

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Castiel NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Confused. Cas has to lowkey process that he just had sex. He doesn't understand aftercare at all. if you need water or anything you're going to have to explain it to him. He has no idea.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) He loves his partners eyes. He thinks that someone's eyes can be like a glimpse in their soul, and he finds that sort of romantic. Cas doesn't really have a favorite body part on himself. If asked he'd probably just blurt something out like his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If you cum on Cas, he is going to be SHOOOOK. "Did I-I do that?". He is going to be shocked yet thrilled he made you cum. He gets off on his partner getting off.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He has a slight corruption Kink. He likes the thought of a "pure" or "innocent" S/O being with the rebellious angel.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) he has no experience. you're going to have to teach him everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He's simple. He likes missionary. He isn't prepared just yet for new positions, but he is interested in cowgirl.

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

It's Castiel. it's hard to tell if he is being serious or goofy most of the time. You kind of just have to go with it and live in the moment with Cas.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He just lets that shit grow. he is an angel after all. he isn't really updated on human needs and hygiene processes. Mostly because he doesn't need the things a human would.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he has tried to be intimate, he isn't very good at expressing the way he feels so you kind of got to work with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Never. he never really has the urge, he has you. he doesn't see the point of it when having an S/O

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) corruption, slight femdom, and slight power play

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He likes you two to be in private it makes him feel more connected to you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) you. just you. If you're in the mood so is Cas. You want to try something new so is Cas. whatever you want Cas is excited to do with you and is ready to go.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) Knife play. he just doesn't get it. also, if you brought up knife play, he would immediately think you mean torture.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) he has no skills, but he is learning. teach him what you like and don't like, and he will start to get better and better. He is a quick learner. He prefers receiving to giving but isn't against giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Cas is in the middle he doesn't like to be too rough. He usually likes it to be slow and deep. he likes to bury his face in your neck and have one of those intimate moments he trys so hard to execute.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't like quickies. he wants to speed time with you and enjoy each other and sees sex as one of the things that should have more time spent on it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) he is okay with experiment but take it slow. He can get overwhelmed easily by new things. He is down to take small risks if you ask him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) (side note: I'm over here like wait a damn minute does he have stamina if he's an angel. Like is that a thing? or is that like non-existent to him. CAS I HAVE QUESTIONS) Cas will go for as long as you want it. Usually, that's about 2 rounds. He is often curious if he can go more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No Cas doesn't use toys. as previously mentioned he is easily overwhelmed by new things but willing to experiment. He would try toys with you but maybe take it slow and start with like idk a vibrator?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Cas doesn't really tease but if you asked, he would try it for you though it's not going to be very good. (OKAY BUT LIKE CASIFER TEASING AHHHHHHH)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He mostly just moans in your ear though when he gets closer, he starts to get louder.

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

He lowkey dreams about having a threesome with you and Dean. (Wait a sec is this Cas's dream or is it becoming mine...)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Cas is about 6 inches with aa slight upwards curve.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) he doesn't have a very high sex drive. He doesn't really get the urge but if you ask, he is ready. Occasionally he will ask you if you would "Have human intercourse with him".

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cas doesn't sleep but he will lay next to you and cuddle you if you're alright with it.

#supernatural #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel winchester #castiel smut #alphabet #fanfic #x reader #oneshot

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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Working Lunch

Jim Hopper x AFAB! Reader

Plot? What Plot? It's straight up Hopper porn. It's not alluded to in this story but Reader is younger than Hopper like late 20's to his mid 40's as I'll probably string this, the Dirty Dancing story and others to come into a linked series of oneshots.

Warnings: Smut with a capital S, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), p in v sex, creampie, rough sex, rough Hopper, size kink - we live for Dad bod! Hopper, semi-public sex? Light choking? Do better warnings shithead.

It’s a slow day at the diner, mostly due to the beautiful day outside, sun blazing in through the windows, making the vinyl booths almost too hot to the touch. You let out a huff, it’s bad enough that you’re missing the sunshine, but you’re also missing Hopper. The two of you have been super busy with work, helping Jane study, trying to fix up the cabin, most evenings you’re both so tired you crawl into bed with only a small kiss or two before succumbing to exhaustion. You thrive on affection, something that Jim was usually only too eager to give, so you’re feeling significantly touch-starved and needy.

You wonder what Jim is doing right now, it’s almost lunchtime, you knew from Flo that’s he’s barely been stopping to eat and when he does it’s usually from the station’s giant tray of donuts. A devious little idea starts to form in your mind, you could take Jim some lunch and maybe, just maybe get some attention whilst you’re there.

“Hey Donna, would you be ok for half an hour if I take some lunch over for Hop?” You ask your colleague, who is currently overfilling the sugar dispensers in a daze.

“Oh, sure sweetie take the time you need, it’s not exactly Grand Central.” She smiles, gesturing to the empty tables as you quickly make up a BLT, shoving it into a paper bag.

“Call me at the station, if it picks up.” You say, pressing a grateful kiss to her cheek.

The midday sun hits you in a stifling wave, heat gathering about your ankles from the burning sidewalk, you’re glad to be wearing your light pink work dress as you skip across the street towards the station.

It’s barely cooler in the building, despite the numerous fans humming and grating on every available surface, Flo has her nose pressed into a gossip magazine when you clear your throat.

“Hey there hunny, you here to see the Chief?” She smiles indulgently at you.

“Just thought I’d bring him some proper lunch for once.” You say shaking the bag.

“You’re too good to him, you know that?” Flo reminds you affectionately.

“I know.” You laugh, heading down the corridor, waving at Powell in greeting from where he’s stood by the xerox machine.

The door to Jim’s office is shut, no doubt to keep Callahan from bothering him incessantly, you knock smartly on the wood, buzzing with excitement to see the man on the other side.

“Yeah?” Jim grunts and you roll your eyes at his manners opening the door, he’s pouring over some paperwork, head in his hands not having bothered to look up, the air stale with cigarette smoke and coffee.

“Special delivery for Jim Hopper.” You chime, shutting the door with your butt.

His head shoots up straight away, the deep frown of concentration on his face morphing into a beaming grin that makes your heart swell and sputter.

“Well this is a surprise.” Jim says happily, pushing his chair out, moving quickly around the desk. His large hands envelop your waist pulling you close, you wouldn’t be surprised if the heat from his palms burn a hole through your dress.

“It’s lunchtime, can’t have the big, strong, Chief of Police going hungry.” You smile, holding the paper bag aloft.

“You’re too good to me.” He murmurs, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“You know it’s funny, Flo said exactly the same thing.” You tease, chasing his lips for a kiss of your own.

“She did huh?” Jim asks, eyebrow cocked, hands drifting down past your waist to cup your ass. “Well I can’t have my best girl going around thinking she’s underappreciated can I?” He teases, bringing you flush to his body, kissing you hard.

Your head is spinning as his tongue licks into your mouth, threading your fingers through his hair, moaning softly as he manhandles you, lifting you to sit on the edge of this desk. Jim hitches your dress up, hands disappearing under the fabric to rub along your thighs, his lips quirk up in a cocky smile when he coaxes another soft moan from your throat.

“So eager baby girl.” He croons, sinking to his knees in front of you, finger hooking at the waistband of your panties dragging them down slowly revealing your wet core. “Jesus baby, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping for me.” Jim groans, placing heated kisses to your inner thighs, up and up, until his nose nudges at your sensitive clit, tongue swiping through your creamy slick before pushing in.

“Jim!” You gasp, head thrown back, fingers tugging at his short hair.

He growls against your cunt, hands grabbing at your ass, dragging you forward so his tongue fucks you deeper. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, aware that the majority of the Hawkins’ Police force is just on the other side of the door, but it’s hard to concentrate when Jim is lapping at your pussy in such a sinful way. Two thick fingers replace his tongue, stretching and scissoring, making you ready for his cock, the tip of his tongue now firmly focused on your sensitive clit, circling insistently.

Your body seizes, shivers wracking up through your spine as your orgasm pulses from your belly down to your curled toes and back again.

Jim is on his feet, frantically unbuckling his belt, unleashing his thick, girthy cock from the straining confines of his uniform, the tip ruddy and leaking heavily with pre-cum. You can only reach for him, with hooded eyes, head tucked into his neck as he leans over you.

“Fuck.” Jim grunts, lining himself up with your weeping slit, pussy stretching with a delicious burn as he works his way in. You already feel impossibly full, whimpering with each thrust, the edge of the desk digging into your back, your nails biting into Jim’s shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, hauling you up to his chest, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

“Hop, fuck, want you to bend me over your desk.” You whine, licking the sweat from his exposed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” He says in awed disbelief, pulling out, flipping you over and slamming back in, in one fluid motion, flicking your dress up over your ass so he can see his cock piston in and out. His large hand strikes the back of your thigh, leaving a welting red mark that makes you squeak, the sting only sending you closer and closer to your climax again. Papers, pens and clutter falling to the floor with the force of Hopper’s movements, fucking into you without hesitation, drunk on the tight, wet heat of your pulsing cunt.

“Jim, baby, I’m so close.” You whimper, tucking a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, feeling his heavy balls slap against you.

“Oh Jesus.” He huffs, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises, there’s a knock at the door but Jim doesn’t stop if anything he drills into you harder than ever. “Go away - I’m busy!” He yells, breathing heavily.

“Yeah - Chief I have a question abou-”

“Callahan - if you don’t step away from my fucking door right now - I will fire your sorry ass!” Jim shouts and you have to stifle a giggle, which cuts off abruptly into a strangled moan as Jim presses against throat, hauling your back to his chest. “Something funny baby girl?” He growls in your ear, biting down on the sensitive lobe.

“Jim -” You whine brokenly, he bats your hand away from your clit, circling with his rough thick fingers.

“That’s it doll, come on my cock, lemme feel you squeeze me.” He encourages, voice rough and low.

The tight band in your stomach snaps, wave after wave of burning pleasure coursing through you, making your legs shake.

“God fucking dammit!” Hopper chokes, snapping his hips in staggered thrusts, his cum filling you to the very brim, leaning heavily against your back, trying to put his weight onto the desk, panting from exertion.

“Jim -?” You murmur weakly.

“Yeah baby?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing soothing circles over your back.

“We squished your sandwich.”

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yaut-jaknowit · 4 months

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Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #uihoy

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Mikey

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ WARNINGS: afab! Reader, mostly Dom!reader, sub!reader at letter D, mentions of blindfolding / praise / body worship / toys, Mikey being a brat

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

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

ꕤ Literal Baby

ꕤ needs you to hold him, please also offer him some snacks

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

ꕤ He likes his hands because they’re very strong and you hold and kiss them even after everything He did

ꕤ on you He likes your eyes. He gets lost in them so easily, believing that the eyes are the window to a soul

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

ꕤ everywhere, just please, please make him cum

ꕤ He gets so whiny when you milk him dry, clenching around him as He releases inside of you

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

ꕤ When He has his dark Impulses He wants nothing more than to let it out on you, fucking you until you cry and beg him to stop

ꕤ wishes He could choke and slap you roughly then

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

ꕤ Except for Shinichiro having the talk with him… Nothing, you’re his first

ꕤ He was never really interested in hookups (and not desperate to find a girlfriend like his brother)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ everything where it’s you on top

ꕤ absolute favorite is the lotus, likes how intimate it is

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

ꕤ that’s just exactly like Mikey is.. Serious one moment and the next he’s goofy

ꕤ let’s say he's trying to be serious but can’t hold his playful side back

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

ꕤ He has a small bush down there

ꕤ doesn’t bother to shave or anything but he would trim it if you ask him

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

ꕤ He is not really romantic but likes the intimacy of Sex, having you close and the trust that comes along with it

ꕤ Likes it when you make it something special for him because He loves to be spoiled

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ rarely, also before you were with him

ꕤ Mikey just doesn’t really feel the need to and now He has you if He feels like it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ He’s really into getting blindfolded, likes how his other senses work harder and the thrill of not knowing what comes next

ꕤ praise and worship, on you, on him, doesn’t matter he’s just so into it

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ his room and his room only

ꕤ doesn’t feel comfortable otherwise

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

ꕤ when you show your caring / loyal side

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

ꕤ watersports

ꕤ masochism, he does enjoy to be “tortured” as in edging / teasing but doesn’t want any kind of pain or impact play on himself

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

ꕤ receiving! He’s such a spoiled brat He wishes you could go down on him all day

ꕤ He will also give but he will whine and also wants to be touched

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

ꕤ Mikey likes it slow and sensual, feeling every drag of his cock along your walls drives him mad

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

ꕤ likes it when you quickly take care of him before his friends come over or before He has to leave

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

ꕤ He barely takes risks, just the thought of someone catching him is embarrassing

ꕤ Mikey is always up to trying out new things but nothing too extreme

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

ꕤ He can go for a lot of rounds but he doesn’t last long at all

ꕤ just give him a minute or two between rounds and He’s good to go again

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

ꕤ doesn’t own any toys but wouldn’t mind if you do

ꕤ would like to use a vibrator of yours on either you or himself just to try it out

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ doesn’t like to tease you at all

ꕤ He gets super bratty when you tease him, maybe even begs eventually

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

ꕤ He doesn’t hold back at all, soft high pitched moans or sweet grunts leaving his lips all the time

ꕤ Dirtytalk is forbidden since He said “You’re as hot as a Taiyaki”

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

ꕤ Wants to share you with Draken once or twice but is scared you want him more because Draken is bigger and has more experience

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

ꕤ sweet Mikey isn’t that big, 4,5-5 inches but it’s enough to satisfy you, nice girth that makes you wince shortly

ꕤ he’s cut and has a soft pink tip, two small veins that connect to each other

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

ꕤ very low, can go weeks without it and wouldn’t mind

ꕤ but he’s always ready if you initiate

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ as soon as He got a snack and something to drink He falls asleep during the cuddles

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #mikey x reader #mikey smut #manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro smut #Tokyo Revengers mikey #repost ♡

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tobybestupid · 5 months

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nsfw alphabet thing is so hot, can I ask for one with Tommy or Vince? :3

Omg yes ofc!

Vince Neil nsfw alphabet!

TW: smut smut smutty smut, mentions public sex, mentions high drunk sex, masterbation, bodily fluids, mention small death,

A = Aftercare

I feel like he'd be a little lazy at it, clean you off depending on his mood.

B = Body part

His favorite part of you is your chest, mostly cause he can cum on there easily. And your face, loves watching the faces you make as he pounds into you :3

C = cum

He loves to cum on your chest as before said, and on your face. Anywhere really works for him though!!

D = Dirty secret

Wants to rail you in the studio, and most definitely wants somebody to walk in on you two.

E = Experience

Meh, kinda. Doesn't treat you like a groupie or anything so that's good!

F = Favorite position

Doggystyle, or mating press, all time favorite of his though is cowgirl. Likes watching your face as he goes to pound town on you :P

G = Goofy

Serious about pleasing you, which he does...in a non serious way. He's just a silly dumb blonde :3

H = Hair

He's not groomed too well, I mean he likes to keep his hair short. He does however have a small happy trail.

I = Intimacy

He's rather rough with you, but if you want him to be gentle he will. If he's drunk/high, he probably won't be able to manage how rough he's going.

J = Jack off

He whacks off quite frequently, well...when he's not with you. He likes you to jack him off, he loves it so much.

K = Kink

(realistically he probably has a piss kink...that's besides the point!!) Ngl, he probably has a humiliation kink, likes to humiliate you :3

L = Location

He likes to rail you practically anywhere, but the bedroom is his favorite place, most comfortable!

M = Motivation

You talking to him dirty, loves it. Gets him hard, oh a miniskirts!? God, falls for them, would be on his knees.

N = No

Will not do any stuff to do with other disgusting bodily fluids, also won't hurt you...too badly. (Jk)

O = oral

He loves receiving, but prefers giving. He loves watching you tug at his hair and moan his name. Loves it, it's his favorite thing.

P = Pace

If he could go forever, he would. But he can't, so he'll only go for about 3-4 rounds, if he can. He is also rather rough with you.

Q = Quickie

He likes quickies before shoes, never in general.

R = Risk

He loves risking it, if he could fuck you in Nikki's bed, he would. (And make Nikki watch.)

S = Stamina

He can go about 3-4 rounds, can't go super rough for only about 2 rounds, gas to slow down after that.

T = Toys

Used to have a Fleshlight...why have that when he now has you? :0

U = Unfair

Teases you so much, but hates when you tease him, becomes super whiny.

V = Volume

He's a whiner when submissive and whimpers, when dominant he groans loudly and whimpers.

W = wildcard

Wants to have a kid with you, he's just scared bc of what happened with Skyler (r.i.p Skyler.)

X = X-ray

Alright let's see what he's got going on. He's got a rather thick cock, maybe 5 inches long though. He's not too hairy, just a small happy trail. Oh and he's got a pretty veiny cock, and the tip is a little darker than the rest. Drapes match the carpets, just a tad bit darker.

Y = Yearning

He can last a little, 3-4 rounds.

Z = Zzz

He does fall asleep pretty quick, but cleans you off quickly.

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#x reader #mick mars #80s rock #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #vince neil #tommy lee #vince neil x reader

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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The Heat Of The Moment

Leona, Trey, and Vil* x Male Reader (Separately)

Genre: some smut, some crack

Summary: He says something stupid during the heat of the moment, so stupid you burst into laughter. How does he react?

Content/Warnings: NSFW, probably second hand embarrassment

Requested by: @fungifanart

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*To avoid any confusion, in my headcanon Vil is AFAB and uses he/she pronouns

Leona

Countless curses spilled from his mouth as he pounded into you, making the bed rock and the headboard slam against the wall each time he thrusted into you.

“Leona, Leona—! Oh god—!” You cried out, arms thrown around his neck. He gave a hard squeeze to your thigh, both hands gripping the soft flesh as he pushed your knees against your chest.

“You like that, little herbivore? Huh?!” Leona growled into your ear, his voice delightfully raspy.

“Yes, yes! More!”

Your nails dug deep into his back, leaving angry, stinging marks that would remind him of you in the morning.

“Fuck! This sweet boy cunt belongs to me, you got that? All mine—!”

“All yours, all yours!” You echoed, back arching off the bed as his cock slammed deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

“S-So tight, ah—! So tight, I’m surprised you haven’t pulled my dick clean off, fuck…”

“…What?”

Leona looked up at you, confused. Then you started giggling.

“P…Pull your dick off?” You asked in a laugh.

Leona’s thrusts began to slow. “W-Well, I—“

“Haha! I-I’m sorry Leona but that’s…so dumb—“

“Hey! It was not!” Leona’s hips stilled completely as he glared down at you. He was definitely a bit embarrassed, but he was mostly annoyed at you for the interruption.

“I can’t, I can’t, hahah! C’mon Leo, you can do better than that!”

He was seething. This was the worst time for you to be laughing at him.

“Stop laughing, you stupid herbivore. You’ve ruined everything.”

“Sorry, sorry!” You replied, laughs slowly fizzling out. You patted his cheek playfully, and he snapped at your fingers in defiance.

“Hey, no biting! You’re the one who said it.”

“You’re the one who laughed, idiot.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, for real,” You assured him as you pulled him down to kiss his forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Of course. But this time—“

Suddenly his hand was around your neck, silencing you in a split second.

“—I don’t want you saying a word.”

Trey

One of your hands gripped onto the headboard for dear life, the other was clawing into the sheets desperately.

“Trey—! Trey, faster! Ah—!”

Trey was jackhammering into you from behind, leaning over to whisper vulgarities into your ear.

“Faster? I’m giving you all I’ve got and you want more? My, I had no idea you were so needy for me.”

“I am, I-I am! I need you, please—!”

Trey was more than generous to you, his bruising grip on you unwavering as he slammed into you with enough force to make the bed rock with each movement.

He licked a long stripe up your neck, making you shudder beneath him.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet,” He muttered into your neck, “I could just eat you up, like my own little strawberry tart.”

“You…your what?” You replied through a breathy chuckle.

“My…strawberry tart?” Upon saying it again, he realized that it was certainly not his best work in the pet names department.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and your amusement soon became contagious. Trey’s small snickering soon bloomed into full on laughter.

“Ok, I admit it, that was dumb.”

“Haha, it’s okay, Trey. It was dumb, but in a cute way.” You punctuated your sentence with a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Aw, thank you, love, but I still feel bad. How about I make it up to you with a few more rounds, hm?”

Vil

“Vil, please go faster, please!” You pleaded, your cock twitching deep inside of him as he bounced in your lap. Your hands rested on her hips but did not push, knowing it would certainly lead to a scolding.

“Why should I, hm? I’m in charge here, I’ll decide how fast I go.” She hissed back. He braced himself against you with two hands on your chest, occasionally toying with your nipples.

“Please, please…” You chanted under your breath. One hand came up to tangle itself in Vil’s hair, pulling her into a kiss. You moaned against her lips, desperate for more.

“Oh sweetheart, fuck— I love this sweet cock. Nothing else could ever fill me this good—“ The filthy praise falling from his mouth sent shivers up your spine.

“Fuuuck,” He drawled, “I need your cum, fuck— I want you to cum so deep in me it’ll leak out of my mouth—“

“…Huh?”

Vil eyes shot up to look at you. Your head was tilting slightly in confusion, your mouth curled into a lopsided half smile.

“Vil, that’s totally gross, what?” You laughed, unable to stop yourself.

Suddenly Vil’s face felt hot. Why were you laughing?! Just a second ago you were pleading for her cunt, how dare you act like this!

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, you disrespectful little twerp!”

“I-I can’t help it, I’m sorry!”

By now Vil’s bouncing had completely halted, and she was glaring poison daggers up at you.

“Really, I am! I-I’ll stop, I promise!”

Vil only scowled in response. This was the worst possible time for his pride to take a hit. She crossed her arms as she waited for you to collect yourself, and eventually you quieted down.

“Done now?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

Then Vil’s hand was tangled in your hair, yanking on it hard and forcing your head back with a yelp.

“Because now I’m going to ride you until I feel better, and something tells me we’re going to be here for a while.”

#twst smut #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst crack #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit smut #vil schoenheit x reader #male reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar smut #leona kingscholar x reader #trey clover #trey clover smut #trey clover x reader #heartslabyul #savannaclaw #pomefiore

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moonflowerfourever · 4 months

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Soukoku SFW Alphabets✨(Part 3)

Part 1, Part 2

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Take one good look at them and think, 'Would they really reveal anything about themselves?' The answer is no, they don't reveal much about themselves. Words were never Soukoku's speciality. Telepathic understanding is more their thing. So yeah, they don't purposefully reveal anything about themselves to each other, they just see each other and just...understand. Dazai's predictions and calculations are almost always true, and the same goes for his observations about Chuuya, though the redhead manages to surprise Dazai himself in some moments. As for Chuuya, he mostly trusts his instincts when it comes to Dazai because he's subconsciously tuned to Dazai at all times.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Dazai has endless patience, but so does Chuuya. Their dynamic would never work out if any one of them did not have the patience. Chuuya may seem like he's angered too easily, but that's just him being irritated. It takes a lot for them to get angry. But when they do get angry, things'll get ugly. Chuuya becomes angry whenever someone poses a threat to his loved ones. If Dazai really becomes angry, then there's no telling why he's angry and what he'll do. So it's best to not make them angry at all.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about each other? Do they remember every little detail mentioned in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

They remember every single thing about each other. That time when Chuuya said he liked a specific French wine? Dazai remembers it. That time when Dazai said that he hated high-pitched sounds? Chuuya remembers it. You can quiz them on every single detail about each other and they'd get every answer right. Dazai's observant mind notes literally everything(especially about Chuuya) and Chuuya just pays attention to Dazai and remembers stuff because at least one of them has to be good husband material.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in their relationship?)

Many people would say that their first kiss was their most favourite, but Dazai and Chuuya shared their first kiss on a bloody battlefield, with corpses on the ground around them. While that is a favourite memory for both of them, it's not number one. For Dazai, his fav moment is when they held hands for the first time while fighting Rimbaud. For the first time in his life, Dazai felt a comforting warmth spread through his body, soothing his mind in an instant. Dazai didn't think about it at that time, but he knew he needed to feel that warmth again. Chuuya's favourite moment would be when they got married. It was a small wedding, with only a few close friends attending the ceremony, but it felt like a dream come true for Chuuya. He would never forget the way Dazai bent him in half to kiss him in the most endearing way possible. He still gets butterflies whenever he thinks about it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect each other? How would they like to be protected?)

They aren't very protective, because they know that their partner can handle any situation by themselves. But if push comes to shove, they won't hesitate to threaten or kill someone for each other. But this applies to everyone close to them, so there isn't any protective streak reserved just for their partner. They don't need it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot of effort goes into the dates Chuuya plans. Expensive restaurants, sometimes a honeymoon suite in an elite hotel, or tickets to some movie Dazai keeps yammering about. Dazai doesn't spend much money, but he makes them feel special anyway. The location and time don't matter much to him as long as he's with Chuuya. Chuuya is the same, but he also likes the romantic scenery, so he does his best to take Dazai to the most beautiful places he can afford. Dazai enjoys the scenery too, and makes sure that Chuuya feels well-loved for his efforts. Anniversaries are mostly spent at Chuuya's penthouse, with a romantic candlelit dinner, or with showering a lot of attention and love on each other with sweet words and praises.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Dazai's bad habit is his way of hiding stuff that bothers him. Chuuya almost always finds out when something's wrong, but he can't tell what it is. He gets frustrated and sometimes he may even fight with Dazai because he feels that Dazai doesn't trust him. In the end, he always manages to coax the truth out of Dazai and does his best to see it through that Dazai is feeling better. It takes him a while to realise that Dazai does trust him, he just doesn't want Chuuya to worry. This makes him feel even more loved and he makes sure that Dazai knows Chuuya trusts and loves him as well.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Chuuya likes to make a strong first impression, and he likes to maintain the first impression. So he does his best to look good and spends a lot of time in his self-care routine. Dazai doesn't care much about appearances and self-care, but Chuuya makes sure that he follows a routine as well. But that's not to say that Dazai doesn't know how to dress. He knows how to make a lasting impression, or what type of impression it has to be, friendly or distant or threatening. But they don't care about looks to the point of being vain.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without each other?)

Yup, definitely. They are each other's better half, and can't exist without the other. They may look like they're doing good without each other, but inside, they constantly feel like a part of them is missing. It's like asking Yin to exist without Yang and vice versa. In the end, they keep coming back to each other, like a moth to a flame.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Dazai likes having his hair and head played with. He likes it when Chuuya combs his hair, or when he plays with it absentmindedly, or when he scratches his nails against Dazai's scalp. It's comforting for him, and Dazai almost always falls asleep when Chuuya does that.

Chuuya likes to write poems. Some of them say how much Dazai annoys him, and some of them are cheesy as any lovestruck person would write. But most of them are about his life, all the stuff he went through, and they almost always have a philosophical touch to them. Dazai admires his poems and likes to read them in his free time.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In a partner, Dazai doesn't like strict or close-minded people. He also doesn't like people who adhere to traditions and traditional values too much. He also doesn't like it when people try to change him. He knows he has a twisted view of the world, but he doesn't want to see it through the lenses of false hope and cheer others use. Chuuya doesn't like people who are too dependent or too clingy. Dazai may act dependent, but Chuuya knows full well that Dazai can handle things by himself. He also doesn't like people who only go after him for his wealth or status, it makes him doubt himself.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Chuuya likes to starfish when sleeping, and many times Dazai has ended with a foot or an elbow into his stomach. Chuuya also drools when he's asleep, a fact that Dazai finds adorable. Dazai is a sleeptalker, and many times Chuuya has caught him saying questionable stuff like how he wants to skin Mori alive and feed him to dogs. Dazai also says a lot of sweet and a bit embarrassing things while asleep, and Chuuya never fails to tease him about it.

And that's about it! I hope you enjoyed it! (All of these are my headcanons)

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《 CHAPTER 4/4 // READ ON AO3 // TAG 》

Jason has been beaten half to death with a crowbar, shredded by barbed wire, strung up for so long his shoulders ripped from their sockets, shocked, starved, branded… It's only a wooden paddle, it can’t hurt more than any of the Clown’s other toys… right?

《RATING》 🔞 Explicit 《WORDS》 2,399

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Humiliation, Forced Nudity, Non-Consensual Spanking, Paddling, Genital Torture, Ownership, Master/Pet, Blood and Injury, Non-Consensual Touching, Scars

《SERIES》 Part 2 of My Arkhamverse, Part 2 of Ruined

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @betty-1880 @hlg8 @plantixst

《NOTES》

This fic is dark so please be aware of the tags

Kudos & comments on AO3, as well as reblogs here, are greatly appreciated 💛

《 READ ON AO3 》 (excerpt below the cut)

“And one to grow on!”

Several minutes passed before Jason realized the beating had stopped. His mind was still consumed by the dull throbbing in his abused genitals. He didn’t know how many times the Clown hit him with that paddle. He remembered the beating ending at 207, but was that the second 207 or the first?

“C’mon kiddo. Ease up. You can let go now. That’s it.” Joker soothed, prying his white-knuckled fingers from the edge of the desk.

He moaned as his limp body slid off the desk and collapsed into a quivering, piss-stinking heap of bloody meat. His tailbone was broken and his backside was bruised and burning from the small of his back to the hollows of his knees. But the agony in his testicles eclipsed all other pain, reaving through his head, dominating his awareness. He clasped trembling hands around them and curled his body in on itself.

“Thank you for paddling me, sir,” he said softly, his jaw working against the grimy floorboards that reeked of piss and shit, blood and vomit. Joker had taught him to be grateful for his punishments, if he didn’t want to be punished further.

The paddle tapped against his ass again and he wailed: “THANK YOU SIR!” as loud as his ravaged voice would allow.

The taps only grew harder. “I heard you the first time, kiddo.”

Fear clutched at his raw throat as shivers raced up and down his spine. He had no idea what he was supposed to do or say. “Please,” he whimpered. “What do you want me to say?” he asked in a small, reedy voice.

“Did I give you permission to move your hands?”

“No sir, p-please. I’m sorry,” he pleaded as he rethreaded his crooked fingers behind his head, praying that his obedience would spare him further punishment. It never does, you fool.

Joker squatted in front of him, placing the paddle across his knees and resting his elbows on the blade. Jason’s shriveled cock and balls drew up tight again, fearing further abuse. He couldn’t take his wide eyes off that paddle. He was terrified of getting hit with it again.

“Aww. Bet those are pretty sore right now, aren’t they, little guy?” Joker asked in that faux-gentle tone of his that sent invisible spiders skittering across his naked skin.

Jason swallowed hard as dread bloomed inside him. “Yes s-sir.”

Joker suddenly leapt to his feet, and Jason recoiled from the man. “Let’s play another game then, shall we? You’ll like this one, yessiree. It’ll cheer you right up, get your mind off that painful nonsense down there.” The rounded end of the paddle prodded at Jason, causing him to draw his fleshless legs to his chest and press his forehead against his bony knees—a futile attempt to shield his balls from more agony. “We’re gonna roleplay, you and me. It’ll be just like old times, like when the Bat and his Bird pretended to be superheroes. But this time will be more fun, I can promise you that. This time I’m gonna play the—ugh, are you paying attention?” Joker huffed indignantly, prodding at Jason again.

“Yes sir,” Jason answered wearily. He hated these games, mostly because he always found a way to lose.

“As I was saying, I’m gonna play the veterinarian, and you’re gonna be my adorable puppy patient. Okay? Now,” Joker whistled twice then clicked his tongue, “up boy!”

Jason slowly unfurled, not quick enough for the Clown’s liking, which earned him a hard kick to the gut. He yelped, struggling not to move his hands from the back of his head as fresh pain surged through him. Then slender fingers twisted in his matted nest of black hair, tearing at his scalp as he was dragged upright. “I said ‘up’ ya dumb mutt,” Joker growled before shoving him back down to the floor. Jason grunted as he landed on a chest full of broken ribs. “Hands and knees, kid,” Joker motioned upward with the paddle. “You know, doggy-style,” he chuckled.

Jason cringed at the creep’s sexual innuendo but dutifully obeyed. Joker crouched beside him, then a fist tightened in his sweat-soaked hair again, wrenching his head back so blood red lips could brush against his ear. “You know Uncle Joker doesn’t like when his little birdy doesn’t play along,” he warned, his voice suddenly low and sinister, his rotten breath hot and humid against Jason’s cheek.

The unspoken threat chilled him to the bone. “I-I know. I’m sorry sir.”

Joker shoved his head back down then flamboyantly whacked the back of it with his hand. “Nuh-uh-uh! That’s not what puppies are supposed to say, silly. Now, what do puppies say?”

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