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[paramourist]

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[thediaryofaurora]

𖧐Kinktober - Day 3𖧐

Theme: Car sex / stranded

Pairing: Ticci Toby x colleague!reader

CW: NSFW, dry humping, f!reader, riding

Word count: 1.0k

Side note: Sorry this is late, I’ve been caught up in doctor appointments, but good news is I’m off my crutches 🧚 Also I didn’t prepare for Kinktober what so ever, burnout is going CRAZY. I’m gonna spend the weekend preparing more, but day 4 might be a little late also 💔

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“I-I already tried, damn en-engine won’t start.” Toby huffs, putting his hands in his pockets while he leans against the trunk.

“Then what the hell are we supposed to do??”

It’s the middle of winter for fuck’s sake, walking nearly 90 miles back to the mansion would take days, probably even get you both killed in the process. You already notified Tim, but even in a car it’ll take over an hour.

“W-we might as well get back in the car. I-it’s better than standing o-out here with the wind.”

“I guess.” You grumble, opening the driver’s side door and slipping in, Toby following suit.

Being shielded from the wind and light snow is definitely better than waiting outside and getting frostbite, but the temperature in the car had still dropped once the heat was turned off.

“It’s too fucking cold for this, are you sure we didn’t pack any matches?”

“No l-lighter either.”

Sighing, you put the keys back in the ignition, hoping for any chance of it turning on.

Vrrrrr, pufk

“Piece of shit.”

You two had already been out in the cold for half an hour, having to walk back from your mission, and looking down at your hands turning a faint purple makes the situation even more urgent.

“Get in the back.” You gruff, climbing over the center console and into the backseat. Toby doesn’t hesitate to follow, if you have an idea to keep you both from freezing to death he’s open to it.

“A-are we huddling?”

He chuckles, resting against the door while you crawl on top of him. No wonder he’s not as worried about the whole ordeal as you, he’s barely cold. You nestle up against him, draping your arm around his chest with a sigh. Even though you both had known each other for a while, he’s obviously nervous, the way his rapid heart beat is thumping in your ear while you rest your head on his chest making that clear.

Trying to take in any warmth you can get, you drape your leg over his hips, then you feel it: the reason he’s so nervy.

Maybe you can help him out, it doesn’t have to mean anything. Gently you grind down on him, enough for him to not know if you actually are or if he just wishes you were. Slowly but surely you begin to add more weight, and more, and more. After a few minutes it’s noticeable the way you’re perfectly rubbing your clothed cunt against his restrained boner.

His breath starts picking up, his wood only getting harder as you make it obvious what you’re doing. Your head is still rested on his chest, his heart thumping even louder than before.

You had been doing it for a few minutes now, keeping a steady pace of dry humping this poor, desperate boy. A small whimper escaping his lips as he begins bucking his hips up into yours, moving his hands down to your ass and pulling you closer onto him, his fully hard cock now rubbing perfectly against your swollen bud.

Now you’re both grinding into each other, the friction too much to handle. You need him.

Quickly you pull off of him, letting a whine. Your knees are on either side of his hips, hastily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. All he can do is look at you in awe, his eyes big and greedy as he watches you slip his pants down. His dick springs out, the tip already red and shining with precum. You slide off your bottoms, revealing your puffy, wet pussy. His length twitches as you position your hole above his needy cock.

Slowly you begin lower yourself onto him, his tip barely brushing your hole while it pulsates on his most sensitive part.

Toby has always been a beat it and get it over with kind of guy, not bothering to even use lotion while watching porn; so now, you slowly sliding down his girth makes it difficult not to cum immediately.

Your hole clenches around him while you take your time adjusting, his throbbing cock making you want to slam down on it. He stretches you good, but the pain can’t compare to the pure nirvana of him being inside you.

It’s half way in, just almost hitting your cervix. His heavy breaths have turned into pants, sweet little whines in between while you slide down.

“H-mghn… Y-y-y/n- please-“ His voice is a pure whine as he begs for more, his attempts to buck up into you stopped by your hands pushing his hips down to the seat.

The tip finally hit your sweet spot, your hips rolling against his as you adjust to the girth. You start picking up your pace, shamelessly riding him as you feel your high coming to a breaking point. It’s obvious his is too, his mouth agape while he pants and whimpers incoherent pleads.

Your climax comes crashing down over you, riding out your high on his twitching dick, your once freezing face now dripping with sweat. Toby came right after, his cum spilling out of you as you pulled off of him.

The car’s windows were completely unusable, the condensation too thick to see through. Small droplets of water formed and raced down, your body heats immediately filling the streak.

Toby’s dazed panting below you, eyes fluttering open and shut with every breath, his shaky hands still holding onto your hips as you lay back down with him.

A loud knock on the window startled the two of you, Tim’s voice breaking the silence.

“You better be clothed when you come out of there.”

Together you both gather your clothes and redress, stepping out of the humid vehicle into the baby blizzard. Tim’s car is pulled over to the side of the road in the distance, his headlights flashing.

You and Toby stumble behind him, your legs weak and unstable. At least you stayed warm.

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[httpsdana]

Hi! Can I request the fluff n°17 for Marc Guiu, if not, don't worry

My Ethereal Baddie~Marc Guiu

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I miss Marc at barca 💔💔

17-“Hey, stop wriggling! I’m trying to braid your hair, and you keep moving.”

Marc had planned to take his girlfriend out that afternoon. Apparently to introduce her to a new café he discovered in London and how he wanted to “spoil his girl,” as he’d smugly say it. But just as they'd grabbed their coats, the sky opened up in one of those dramatic downpours, canceling everything in seconds.

So instead, they ended up back at his apartment, wearing their matching oversized hoodies and mismatched socks while they snacked on the cookie they tried to make the night before. (Marc managed to burn half of them but it's the effort that counts)

Marc sat on the floor in front of the couch, while her legs draped lazily around him as he scrolled through her phone which was his new favorite habit, apparently, occasionally snorting at old selfies or laughing at cat videos. He always claimed her tiktok had better videos than his, and since that admission he used her phone more than his own.

His hair had dried after the walk in the rain, fluffy like always with little strands sticking out in different directions. And honestly? They were just begging to be braided.

So while he focused on a video, she quietly reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair, gently separating a few strands. One twist, then two. He didn’t notice as she worked her way through the top section, slowly weaving it together. Then, halfway through a perfect little braid, he suddenly turned his head to show her a tiktok video he liked.

She tightened her knees against his sides to keep him still which made him groan.

“Hey, stop wriggling! I’m trying to braid your hair, and you keep moving.”

Marc froze. “estás qué?” (you’re what?)

“Braiding,” she said sweetly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his temple. “You didn’t notice?”

“I thought you were just playing with my hair!”

“I’m being creative,” she replied, kissing the curve of his ear just to make him squirm. “And now you’ve messed up the part.”

He groaned, but stayed still, hands dropping into his lap like he’d accepted his fate.

“You’ll thank me when you see how cute you look.” she said, trailing her fingers through his curls again

“You’re going to make me look stupid”

“Noooo,” shw said, drawing the word out with a grin. “You’re gonna look…ethereal.”

Marc paused. “What does that even mean?”

She kissed the nape of his neck and hummed. “Like… not real. Dreamy. Otherworldly. Too pretty for this planet.”

He raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “So I'll look like an alien?”

She nearly dropped the braid from laughing. “No! Ethereal. Say it.”

“Ee-the-ree… el?” he repeated, squinting. “What kind of word is that?”

“It’s English. And poetic.” she tied off the braid with the tiny pink elastic around her wrist, then kissed the very top of his head. “It suits you. You’re my ethereal baddie.”

“Baddie, sí… that I understand,” he smirked. “Pero lo otro… suena raro.” (but the other thing… it sounds weird.)

She reached for her phone from his hand and snapped a quick photo before he could turn his head.

“Did you just take a picture?” he said, spinning halfway around.

“Yes i did .” she held up her phone away from him. “You look like a fairy tale princess.”

“Dios mío…” (my God…)

She showed him the picture and he stared at the screen with the most unimpressed expression.

“I look like I lost a bet.”

“You look like someone who trusted his very lovely girlfriend.”

He tilted his head, pretending to sulk. “What do I get for letting you do this?”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind and started kissing across his cheek slowly, one kiss after another. “You get this.”

Another kiss. “And this.”

And another. “And this.”

And then one just beneath his jaw that made him freeze in place.

“Okay, that’s cheating.”

She laughed against his skin, pressing on more kiss on the corner of his lips. “You don't mind it, do you?”

He leaned his head back against her chest, grinning softly. “No…no i don't.”

She smiled again, letting her lips press to his hair once more, and when he didn’t move or undo the braid, she knew he liked this too, even if he acted annoyed.

“I love you my ethereal baddie,” she whispered in his ear, making him shift slightly.

“I love you too,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he turned his head to look at her. She leaned in and kissed him gently, before pulling away and admiring his braid once again with a smile.

“You look so pretty I'm gonna cry,” she cooed, making him groan. But the blush on his cheeks gave it away.

“shut up,” he murmured, turning his head to the other side. She grabbed him by his jaw to make him look at her again.

“You only need some lipgloss and you'll be the prettiest princess,” she teased, which caused him to roll his eyes.

“whatever,” he muttered, but the smile he tried to hide didn't go unnoticed by her.

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𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒚 - 𝒔.𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

❥ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 - you and sam have always had this unexplainable chemistry between each other, but ever since he came back from the cage he’s been acting weird.

❥ sam winchester x fem!reader, NSFW

❥ features: soulless sam, smut with some plot, s5 finale recap, heated moments, dom sam, unprotected sex, reader being shorter than sam, pet names, swearing, rough sex, kinks?, overstimulation, sam kinda manipulating you, cold ending.

❥ word count: 2,312

❥ a/n: i need people to put in my tag list so pls if u wanna be in it lmk! i haven’t posted in a while and i thought of this idea so yay. i fear as though i need to write a smut where reader and sam are actually dating cos so far all i’ve wrote is the opposite 💔 BUT ENJOY!

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Sam was never just a friend, you had this chemistry with eachother. Light flirting and teasing that never went anywhere, the extra mile you would both go to make sure the other was okay. You’d always get asked if you two were dating and every time you’d both just laugh and shake your head, he made you happy. Truly happy.

At least that’s how it was for you, you didn’t know how Sam felt.

It came down to the big finale, Lucifer using Sam as his vessel and Michael using Adam as his. You watched the entire scene happen from a distance: Castiel managing to buy some time with Micheal, Lucifer beating Dean to a pulp, Sam managing to gain control for long enough to jump into the cage and bringing Michael along with him.

And that was it. Sam was gone. You were heartbroken, truly. You thought you’d never see him again, never be able to tell you how you felt about him. You had honestly just sat and wallowed for weeks.

But then there was a knock at your door. It was Sam. It couldn’t be. He was in hell. You saw it.

But no, it really was him.

Except, not really.

Sam had been acting weird ever since he got back. Sleeping with random women, ruthless in hunting, cold and barely sleeping yet didn’t seem tired. But then again, he’d just been to hell so you didn’t except sunshine and rainbows shooting out his ass.

But it didn’t make it any less painful. You’d walked in on him so many times with different women each time, he’d been cold towards you and kinda mean. Going right for what would hurt you. But nonetheless you were patient. Just because he changed didn’t mean you had to.

You had just been interviewing some victs on the case you and Sam are working on, walking back to yours and Sam’s shared motel room. However just before you were about to open the door you could hear moaning and sheets rustling. It made you feel sick, he was with yet another woman. You didn’t exactly want that woman to be you, you just wanted him to stop fucking every woman in sight. So you say on a chair in the hallway, waiting until you could go back in.

Some time later the woman came out, she looked a little disheveled. You waited until she left before getting up and walking in, Sam had just pulled his shirt over his head. He saw you and smirked.

“Hey.” that tone. You couldn’t put a name to it, it was almost sultry yet had no emotion behind it. It was like it wasn’t the real Sam speaking.

You gave a polite nod, extending your arm to hand him some files you had in your hands.

“I interviewed the victs.” you tried to say as casually as you could. But you honestly thought you could be crying and Sam still wouldn’t blink an eyelid.

He took it from you and began reading your notes. Meanwhile your eyes scanned the room, seeing the sheets messy and the way the room still smelt of after-sex. It broke your heart. You turned around and went to the table and began checking your guns to distract yourself, trying to fight back the tears that threatened your eyes.

Sam didn’t have a soul, ofcourse you didn’t know, neither did Sam really. All he knew was he felt better than he ever did. But he still cared for you, not about you, but for you. In the sense of he’d patch you up after a hunt, make sure you weren’t in danger. But all of that was more of routine rather than the honest affection he once had for you.

“These are good, you found anything else out?” he asked as he put the files on the bedside table, waiting for your reply.

You shook your head. “Nope, everything’s there.”

Despite him not having a soul he wasn’t an idiot, he knew every emotion that was coming from you. It was just the case of whether he cared enough to actually deal with it. He approached you, you were facing away still.

“Smart girl like you… and that’s all you found?” his tone was almost condescending, but also questioning. Usually you’d find 10 times more information than you had done.

You froze as you felt his chest lightly brush against your back. Nodding. “Yep.” it was obvious you weren’t actually doing anything, you just kept looking at the guns.

He reached out, placing his hand over yours and moving your hand down to put the gun on the table. His touch wasn’t affectionate and warm like it once was, it was bitter.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

You didn’t know how to react right now, what to say, what to do. None of it. He confused the hell out of you.

“Yeah…” your voice sounding more strained than you’d have liked.

He smirked at the strain in your voice and how tensed you were, he put a hand on your shoulder, slowly moving it down to your elbow and then back up. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to close your eyes for a moment to compose yourself.

“Talk to me…” he said quietly, but his tone wasn’t comforting. It was slightly disturbing.

You hesitated for a moment before finally telling him.

“You were with another woman… again…” you sounded kinda sheepish, you knew you had no place to speak on Sam’s sex life. You weren’t dating, you never had.

He hummed in response, continuing his light movement up and down your arm.

“That bother you, sweetheart?”

“A little…”

He smirked again. Loving the fact he was getting under your skin. He stepped a little closer, causing your thighs to hit the table and his chest press against your chest a little more.

“And whys that?” his quietness along with his touch was driving you insane, creating a heat in your stomach. You hesitated before speaking, your tone had lowered a little to match with his volume.

“Because I… i thought we had something.” you felt like a fool for believing that.

“We do.” he replied simply. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. You went to turn around to face him but he stopped you, placing his free hand on your waist.

“No.. it.” he paused. “It’s easier when i can’t see you…” there was that tone again, that slightly condescending, mocking tone which was also cold as fuck. You were quiet so he could speak.

He lightly ran his thumb across your waist, but again, the touch wasn’t comfort or affection. It was routine. Familiarity of how he knew he once was. He leaned in a little closer, his cheek grazing against the top of your head.

“God… of course we have something.” he paused. “No matter how many women i find myself in bed with… sigh… it’s always you who i’m picturing.”

You were in complete shock. You had wanted this for a while now, but it didn’t feel right. Because this didn’t feel like your Sammy.

He continued, tilting his head so his lips were closer to your ear.

“You’re my favourite toy baby…” he put a small kiss where your ear connected to your head. “I can always come to you…”

You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat. It was starting to get too much, his hands on you, the kiss, his voice.

“Sam I-“ he cut you off.

“Shh… no need to speak. I know what you want.” he was whispering in your ear now, so sensually you felt like you were gonna melt. “I can make you feel so good sweetheart… so good that you’re feeling me for days afterwards.”

He placed another kiss in the same place.

“Only if you let me.” his voice was smooth, gruff. Yet still quiet and gentle. But it was all a show, all a show to get you in bed. A part of you knew that, and a part of you didn’t care.

“I don’t… Sam I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” your voice and the way you were leaning into his touch was completely betraying your words. He chuckled lowly, the hand that was on your arm slid up to your neck. Gripping it with just enough force to make you look up at him.

“You sure about that?”

You were looking at him upside down, his eyes piercing through you. Your breathing getting more laboured by the second.

Fuck.

You shook your head.

A soft and hushed“Please…” escaped your mouth, you needed Sam. Badly.

He smirked before spinning you around and gripping your waist with both hands, his face so close to yours his nose was grazing against yours. He looked into your eyes, he could see how hungry you were for him but he could also see the slight hesitation. He sighed softly, moving one hand up to cup the side of your head.

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared..?”

You looked up at him, your eyes glowing with need. But there was also a small, barely even noticeable pout there. You shook your head.

“This… you don’t feel like the real you,” you paused. “You’re different.”

He nodded, he didn’t have the capability to get angry at you for saying that since he didn’t have a soul.

“You still wanna get fucked by me though… don’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him if you tried. You nodded, causing him to smirk.

“And I will… my pretty girl.”

He then picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to kiss you. There was nothing behind the kiss though, only a mission. And that mission was to fuck you. Not to make love.

He threw you down on the bed and began taking his clothes off. You lay there still for a moment until beginning to take your own clothes off, breathlessly. Once you’d both taken all your clothes off you let your eyes trail down his body, god he was huge. He took his dick in his hand and moved it across his length a few times before pushing your legs up until your knees hit your shoulders and hovering over you.

He began kissing you again, shoving his tongue down your throat causing you to moan. He was about to push inside you until you stopped him.

“Condom?” you said breathlessly, you’d noticed just in time he hadn’t put one on.

He smirked and chuckled lowly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Thought you wanted the real me?”

You could’ve sworn your brain short circuited at that. You turned your head and joined your lips together. And then finally, he pushed inside your wet hole until his hips touched yours.

You arched your back and your eyes rolled back, moaning and gasping as he pushed inside.

“Oh my- fuckk!” you moaned out incoherently.

He groaned in your ear, you were so tight and wet for him. He began thrusting in you, going as deep as he possibly could.

You were already a mess, moaning his name like a fucking prayer. Your nails dug into his back so hard you were sure you’d make him bleed.

The pain added to the pleasure for him, he began going harder but keeping the same pace he always had done. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to please a woman. And that what you were, just another woman to please.

“You feel so good… fuck-“ he groaned into your ear, he wasn’t lying. You did feel insane to him. Your mouth was opened from moaning so he took the chance to stick two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling them around and causing you to gag a little. He then slid his hand down to your throbbing clit and began rubbing you in circles which made you clench around him.

It felt too good, you couldn’t even speak, couldn’t think straight. He was gonna make you cum. He looked down at you, seeing your sex face made him wanna fuck you even harder.

“Cmon.. cmon cum for me baby… i know you want to i can feel it.”

You followed his exact order, biting down on his shoulder as you finally came. He pulled out just in time before unloading on your stomach. Like stated, he wasn’t an idiot, he didn’t wanna have a pregnancy on his hands.

You were absolutely spent, you could still feel him. He’d left an indent inside you forever. You pushed yourself you a little so you were sat up, running two of your fingers across your stomach where his cum was before sucking on them same fingers, your eyes not daring to leave his.

He looked down at you, he smirked. It was odd. You were almost positive that would’ve turned him on enough for a second round. But it didn’t, he took your chin between his fingers and leaned in.

“Don’t be such a slut.” he said in a bitter whisper, putting his clothes back on.

Those words must’ve rang in your head a million times. You felt ashamed, embarrassed, disgusted. You’d just had sex with Sam knowing there was this coldness about him. You grabbed the sheets and wiped his load off you before putting your clothes back on, on the verge of tears.

Once you’d both put your clothes back on he went over to his laptop and sat at the table, he looked over at you, you were still sat on the edge of the bed. Looking slightly shell shocked.

“You just gonna sit there all day or you gonna help me?” he said coldly.

You hated him for this. He’d tricked you well into believing he actually gave a fuck. But he didn’t, to him you were just another toy. Which was very obvious now.

You stood and walked to sit facing him, looking through some books.

Pretending like nothing happened.

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i love soulless sam lowkey.

[noctunis]

So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?

domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante (devil may cry) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly

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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out

❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals

❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan

❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes

❥ i am feral oh my goodness

❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with

❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him

❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can

❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand

❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you

❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao

❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔

❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho

❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?

❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true

❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you

❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE

❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline

❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well

❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?

❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands

❥ ugh

❥ i wont him

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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.

you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.

his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.

dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.

you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.

dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.

your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.

“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”

“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.

“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”

and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.

yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.

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Hello! Gonna be veeeery honest because this request is extremely personal and you ABSOLUTELY don't have to do it if it's too weird or something you don't wanna write 🙈🙈🙊

But like...the recruiter meets the femreader because she wants to end it (yeah that way) and plays with her for it instead..but he actually cares about her and doesn't want her to die 💔 Ik it's ooc I know it's stupid but I'd really really really appreciate it

Thank you and I love your writing so much! ❤️❤️❤️

Hello, Anon, of course it's alright. I hope I'm not the one being personal and intruding here - just a bit worried about you - if you want to drop into my messages and talk, that's more than alright, too. ♥

And no, it's not stupid. It's a very understandable thing to want to read when you're not doing well. :c Having a caring presence save you from the literal edge is - again - more than understandable.

Here you go. ♥

And a big computer hug from me.

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Two Lives on the Table ➴ಇ

Pairing: The Salesman // The Recruiter x fem!reader Summary: She wants to leave, he doesn't seem too eager to let her go. No, this lady in her strong but crumbling suit of armour is something for him to play for - yet - he may be playing for more than himself as she finds...that perhaps someone truly, in their own, very sweet and very odd way, cares for her. Warnings: Angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, guns, loaded guns, firing guns, threat and consequences of death, 18+ MDNI, heavy personal contact, kissing, touch, teasing, harsh language. Word count: 1.8k A/N: You'd think I'd let you go without fluff? On this blog? Link to epilogue ฅ^._.^ฅ Gorgeous gif by @phantom-evil

"Do you trust me?"

The voice circles your ears and kisses their opening.

"Not really, no."

Your answer is as dry as a bone.

"Good," the voice coos before continuing:

"You don't need trust to play."

You straighten your back to avoid a shiver running down it.

"I find this game unfair."

The voice moves, circling to your other side, gently warming your temple.

"Good."

The shiver sauntered down your spine without issue.

"Has anyone ever told you you're an unhinged lunatic?"

"Many times," you can hear him smile into the words as they coil around his lips like honey, "though you know what they say. Dead men tell no tales."

"Is that why you never shut the f---"

"Ah ah ah. Little lady. That's a bit unbecoming." He hushes you, a single finger resting on your lips. His thumb traces their outline before laying in their center.

Why you agreed to play a game with this near stranger in a secluded place is starting to weigh at you. Almost as much as the blindfold.

He nudges your lips to open and his thumb gently rests on the border. Never quite intruding. But intruding nonetheless.

"Alright. Look. Stranger. Mr. Stranger. I know molesting girls you find on bridges under the guise of a game must be as fun as it is predictable, but I expected something different. Something more fun."

Oh, now you've offended him.

Attacks of character? No issue.

Attack of his games? Now you've done it.

The voice doesn't change, but the air loses every molecule of warmth it had huddled against its bare chest.

"Then allow me to make it more fun than your little wager with Death."

❥❥❥

You swallow on an empty dry throat. Did you really want to die? Or were you just playing? Or were you just...tired?

"You remind me of my favourite film," you voice in a low whisper.

You don't feel his breath anymore. But you do hear a distinct *click*.

"Hmm?" He voices, half amused, half bored.

"A young man who's been through enough meets Death, who is to take him. Fetching fellow, that one. Death. Nice calves. Anyway. The young knight says that before Death can take him, he has to play chess. And win."

"Does he?"

"It's never that easy, is it, Mr. Stranger?"

"Oh, little armoured darling. Do you think yourself a knight?"

"No, I just like Death."

"Then open wide, maybe he'll pay us a visit."

You do as you're told, and your lips feel the outline of a cold circle that tastes like…harsh metal.

“Good girl.”

He pushes the barrel of the gun just a little further as his sentence concludes, lightly turning it in your mouth. Left to right. Left...to right.

You don’t give him the satisfaction of mumbling into it, but your breaths are hurried, and a small whimper escapes your occupied lips.

Did you hear him sigh?

Just as elegantly, he slowly pulls the gun out of your mouth, and you cough.

“Innovative.”

“You know, I think we both know I can see straight through you, Y/N. Your cards are huddled up to your chest, but they’re…” he brushes the cold steel against your chin and runs it up your cheek, softly pushing into it, lenient pity in his voice that you know is false.

“…All turned the wrong way around. The whole table can see.”

His hot breath circles your cheeks, he must be gazing right at you with only millimetres separating his lips from yours.

“The whole table except for you, little lady. Blind to the game and blind to the threat. Blind even to yourself.” He playfully pushes three taps into your cheek with the gun and you feel warmth on your other, from your jaw to your eyebrows, even through the blindfold. It’s almost…kind.

His hand. His hand is on your cheek, as the gun pushes into the other.

“Now, let’s play a game.”

❥❥❥

Two bullets. One gun.

Two bullets. One blank.

Two players. One blind.

Two choices. Both wrong.

“Choose a bullet for me, little lady.” His slick voice rings in your ears.

“Who shoots who?” You try to remain steady, hands firmly clasped into each other, wondering how far he is from you, where you are, and what the table in front of you must look like.

How fast you could flip it on him and run.

“Well, curious little thing you are…I’ll leave it up to you. If you choose to shoot me and the bullet is blank, I get something in return.”

“Jesus, you’re predictable.”

But your voice is shaking. Anticipation? Cold fear? Armour crumpling?

“And you’re unravelling. If you don’t shoot, I get the gun. And I get to pull the trigger.”

“And I get a favour,” you add, your trembles not matching your thoughts.

Though by now the favour would likely be ‘fucking shoot me already’.

“Now who’s being predictable?” He teases, but you hear he must be having some sort of fun from his voice alone. It’s almost jovial, light, if he were anybody else, you would seek warmth in it. But you don’t. A painting of a fire underwater, that’s all he is.

You place your hand on the table, gently laying your fingers across each new inch to feel for the bullets and not disturb them.

He’s entirely silent, perhaps watching your fingers so softly touch even in their shivers, meticulous, elegant, gentle – perhaps he’s thinking you’re taking too long. You don’t care.

Your fingers find the two shapes, as you nudge them and envelop them in touch, you feel there is no discernible difference. Well, there goes the plan.

 Left right left right.

I had a good home but I left, right…left.”

You pick that one and softly flick it towards the sound of his voice. The bullet rolls on the flat surface with a little dull *clink* and lands against what must be his hand.

He loads the bullet wordlessly, the magazine spins and you lift your palms as if expecting something delicate and fragile, you’re weary of holding the gun, even through your tough words.

“So polite, it’s quite lovely to see.” He coos his little lullaby of words that barely reach you, and as he lays the gun just as carefully in your hands, you feel a single finger brush the knuckle of your dominant hand’s trigger finger. Not much.

Just enough to make you falter.

Your breath is stuck in your throat, your lungs aren’t getting enough, and you want to be done. You want to be tired of it all. You want to hesitate and refuse and throw the gun at him. Not shoot. Reset the whole scene. At the same time…

It took you less than a second to connect the two moves.

Aim. Fire.

The sound fills your ears and your heart beats as if it were a sleeping bellringer just now aware it’s the full hour.

The sound woke you up and you tear off your blindfold, nothing but regret and shame on your mind, you couldn’t have shot him, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, no no no, no matter who he is, you don’t murder people he didn’t even hurt you no---

But you tear off your blindfold to a swift blur of both light and dark, so fast you fall back in your chair with a heavy weight pinning you down, sudden crude touch circling your nape and without warning, cool supple flesh connecting to your lips – his own.

Their smooth warmth traverses the entirety of your mouth from outer corners to the very centre, their brisk but no longer concealed hunger enveloping them fully as he pulls you in.

A large hand shoots around your neck, not quite pushing, merely resting on your rapid pulse and holding you in place. One final thrust of his body against you as you feel his tongue enter your mouth and the blur hushes, your eyes closing on their own, reciprocating its motion, holding onto him for dear life.

The anticipation, the fear, the relief – all expressed and all barely breathed between your intertwined lips, your own gasping body, his form over you and his hand tightening around your throat – momentarily leaving to brush through your hair and pull your head back – allowing his tongue ever deeper into you.

Exploring, taking, feasting, you feel both subdued and his – and you feel alive.

❥❥❥

“You…you could have…said the favour was a kiss.”

You barely manage words against your explicitly not steadying chest. The blindfold is back on and you’re glad at least half of your truly flushed cheeks aren’t on display. He seems far calmer from his voice alone, but you know what you felt. Oh, he’s at least half as fucked as you are.

“I am not one to kiss and tell. Choose another bullet.”

It almost sounded like an order.

Alright, perhaps twenty-five percent as fucked as you are.

You once more choose the one on the left.

“Never was one for variety," you try to chuckle, but it comes out dissembled and half cut off. You’re shivering.

He merely hums and loads the gun again. You’d give quite a bit to know what he’s thinking. Your heart is fluttering out of your chest and your breath keeps getting stuck in the same place he grabbed your throat. As if he were grabbing it for dear life.

The magazine spins once more and once more; you take it in your hands with care. You could take it with less consideration, but somehow, the weight of the gun seems…heavier.

You endeavour to do exactly the same as before but…you cannot.

Your finger brushes the trigger, but does not move to push. Your lips open a tad, his taste still upon them – sweet, poisonous, invigorating, life-giving. And here you are. Holding something to take life away.

Just two movements, like before.

Easier than opening an unlocked door.

But you cannot. And your hesitation is more the duly noted.

Wordlessly, he takes the gun back from your hands and you hear the safety click.

Your thoughts stop.

Your heart almost follows suit.

You stop breathing.

The silence envelops you, but you do not move nor fight. Merely open your lips just noticeably, drawing a small shallow breath.

“Thank you for a…pleasant game, Mr. Stranger,” you whisper slowly, softly, holding your hands to yourself with each finger intertwined, “never could play chess to save my life.”

You almost laugh bitterly to yourself. But end with a wistful smile in wait as the thickness of each passing second rings your ears hollow.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

❥

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

❥

One.

Two.

Three.

❥

*click*

❥

Dull.

Reverberating.

Empty.

❥❥❥

He had taken the live bullet out.

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❥Bestfriends sister❥

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬? 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐄𝐫𝐚: 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 😭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭💔 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

Daryl stomped through the dense woods, his crossbow clutched tightly in his hands. He was on a supply run, searching for food and other essentials for Alexandria. The silence was interrupted by a faint sound, like a whimper drifting through the air. Daryl froze, instantly on high alert. He quietly moved toward the source of the noise, his heart beating faster as he hoped it wasn't a walker. He listened for the sound again trying to figure out where it was coming from, until he saw a tiny cabin. Daryl approached the small cabin cautiously, his eyes darting between the windows and the surrounding trees. He saw no sign of walkers, but the whimpering sound had definitely come from inside the building. He carefully pushed open the door, ready to aim his crossbow at whatever might be waiting for him.

Inside the cabin, Daryl found a small cot, a few blankets, and some meager supplies. His eyes narrowed as he heard another whimper, this time coming from a dark corner of the room. He walked over to the corner, his crossbow still raised, and then froze in shock. “Sis..?” Daryl says as he sees you laying on the floor with a metal rod jabbed into your leg “Dar..?” you whimper in pain again trying to move “don’ move i got you.” Daryl picks you up carefully after he slung his crossbow on his back “Hey where ‘ere you?!” Daryl yells silently trying not to attract any walkers “Yer ass up and fuckin left at the quarry! me n merle thought yer ass was grass!” Daryl looks at you like you were crazy “I was out huntin’ nd i got lost is all..” you cling onto Daryl’s neck on the verge of tears from missing your big brother haven’t seen him in almost a few years

Daryl held you tightly, his grip protective and firm. He couldn't believe you were here, alive and in his arms after so long. The anger and relief mixed in his voice as he spoke, "And you didn't think ta come back? We thought yer dumbass had gone belly up!"He carefully placed you on the cot, his hands gently inspecting the metal rod lodged in your leg. "Jesus christ, what happened ‘ere?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he took in the extent of your injury. “I-I don’t know i woke up like this- Shit!” you exclaim as he places you on the cot of the cabin Daryl quickly grabbed a blanket from the cot's side and placed it over you. "Hang in there, I'm gon’ fix this. Just sit tigh’” He carefully examined the metal rod stuck in your leg, cursing under his breath as he realized he needed to remove it to bandage the wound. “i gotta take you back to Alexandria..” Daryl says looking at you “Alexandria..? who’s that..” you ask brows furrowed confused on who this person is. Daryl stopped what he was doing and looked at you, surprise and slight disbelief in his eyes.

"You don' know ‘bout Alexandria?" he asked, his voice rough with a hint of incredulity. “What no who is that?” you ask very confused at this point Daryl's expression softened a bit, realizing that you had been out of the loop for a long time. "Alexandria's a settlement, a safe place," he explained, his voice gruff but earnest. "People livin behind walls, tryin to make a life ‘gain." He continued to tend to your leg, his hands working quickly yet gently to extract the metal rod. "It's got a doctor, a school, everythin we need to survive," he said, his eyes focused on the task at hand. “So you’re gonna bring me there?” you ask him hoping he’ll take you there so you can get this damned thing out Daryl huffed, his expression softening a bit as he met your gaze. "Yeah, you dumbass," he said gruffly. "We'll get you patched up in Alexandria. Can't have ya limping around in these woods." “Do you at least have a car or somethin’..? i don’t think i can bear to walk anymore..” you say clenching your fists in pain Daryl shook his head grimly. "No car. Can't risk the noise attracting every walker in a mile radius." He finished bandaging your leg with what little supplies he had, his expression turning thoughtful as a possible solution came to mind. you groan “then how are we supposed to get me there..” you ask looking up at daryl scared out of your mind.

Daryl let out a low sigh, his gaze flickering over your injured leg. He knew the trip back to Alexandria would be difficult in your current condition, especially without a vehicle. He looked around the cabin, his eyes roaming the small space for a solution. Then, an idea struck him. "I got an option, but yer not gon like it." Daryl glanced back at you, his expression a mix of determination and hesitation. you huff “just spit it out already” you sigh looking at your hands picking at them Daryl took a moment to gather his thoughts, knowing what he was about to say would likely shock you. He met your gaze, his expression serious."I'm gon ‘ave to carry you." “H-how though?!” you wince “this rod will get in the way!” you say pointing to the rod with both hands looking at him confused Daryl eyed the rod sticking out of your leg for a moment, the logistics of the situation becoming more complicated. He knew that trying to carry you with it still in place would cause excruciating pain and risk further injury. He let out a low growl, his frustration and concern clearly showing. "I'm gon ave to take it out first." You look at him eyes wide tears threatening to spill out “W-what?! No! You can’t!” your breathing starts to grow frantic “No Daryl please!”Daryl's heart clenched at your frantic plea, your panicked expression tugging at his protective instincts. He reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder in a rare moment of gentleness. “I know it's gon hurt like a son’a bitch, but we can't walk back with tha thing still in ‘ere," he said gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of regret.

-𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩-

As Daryl carried you in his arms, your head rested against his chest, your pain and exertion leaving you almost unconscious. The journey back to Alexandria had been grueling, each step a new challenge in your already battered state. Finally, the walls of Alexandria loomed in the distance, the promise of safety and medical care within reach. The sound of footsteps and voices grew louder as they approached the gates. Daryl yelled out, his voice gruff but urgent. "Open tha damn gate! We got an injured one over ‘ere!" The gates swung open with a clattering sound, as a group of people rushed out, their faces filled with concern and surprise. Daryl carried you into the community, his grip never loosening as he made a beeline for the infirmary. Carl, Maggie, Rick, and a few others followed behind, their faces filled with shock and relief as they took in the sight of the injured newcomer in Daryl's arms.

As they entered the infirmary, the medical staff immediately sprung into action. You were gently placed on a bed, your injury now in full view of the group. Questions filled the air, but Daryl's gaze never left your face, his expression a mixture of worry and determination. As you were placed on the bed, your injury now visible to the medical staff, the room erupted into a flurry of activity. The medical personnel worked quickly, their hands moving skillfully as they assessed your condition. Rick and the others stood at a distance, watching anxiously as the team worked to stabilize you. Daryl remained by your side, his eyes never leaving your face, his grip on your good hand a silent reassurance.

Carl stepped closer, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of the big hold in your leg. "What the hell happened?!" he asked, his voice laced with concern. “And who the hell is this?!” Rick, who had been standing at a distance, now moved closer to the bed, his eyes taking in the extent of your injuries. He looked at Daryl, who answered Carl's question with a gruff response. "Found er out in a lil cabin down south an she was like this," Daryl said, his voice rough but tinged with a hint of protectiveness. "She was attacked by somethin an hadda damn rod stuck in er leg like a damn shish kebab." Daryl, feeling the weight of Rick's expectant gaze, let out a low sigh before speaking. He turned to look at you, his expression a mix of protectiveness and pride. "She's ma sister." Rick's eyes widened in surprise, the revelation clearly unexpected. "You have a sister?" he asked, looking between you and Daryl.

Daryl nodded, his grip on your hand unconsciously tightening a bit. "Yeah. Hadn't seen er in a few years," he admitted gruffly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “She ran away fore Lori, Carl, an Shane got to tha quarry..” Rick's expression softened, understanding now the reason behind Daryl's protectiveness. He glanced at you, taking in the seriousness of your condition and the bond between you and Daryl. “Damn," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Why the hell she ain’t come back?" Daryl glances at rick before looking back down at you “Don’ know me a Merle was out looking for er every single day..” Rick could see the pain in Daryl's eyes as he spoke of the wasted effort to find you. He realized the extent of Daryl's dedication to searching for you, how much it must have weighed on him all these years. "That's some damn loyalty...." Rick said, his voice filled with respect. Daryl nodded, his jaw clenching tightly as he remembered those days of searching high and low for a sign of you, always coming up empty-handed. "We thought she was long gone," he muttered, his voice heavy with regret. "Never thought I'd find er like this, hurtin' an alone in tha goddamn woods.”

Rick's expression turned somber, his gaze flicking back to your injured leg. He knew that finding you was only half the battle; now, the priority was ensuring your recovery and getting you the medical care you desperately needed. "Well," Rick said, his voice taking on a note of determination. "She's not alone now. We'll make sure she gets the help she needs." Daryl nodded, his grip on your hand tightening briefly. He knew he could trust Rick, and with the resources of Alexandria at their disposal, he allowed himself a glimmer of hope for your recovery. The medical team continued to work diligently, their focus now on stabilizing you and addressing your injury. They knew the next few hours would be critical, and every step they took could mean the difference between life and death for you. As they worked, Daryl stayed by your side, his presence a silent reassurance. He knew you were safe for the moment, but the anxiety and worry remained etched on his face. Rick, observing Daryl's demeanor, couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for his friend. He knew the toll the search for you had taken on him. The room was filled with the sound of medical equipment beeping and the quiet murmur of the medical team as they discussed your condition. Daryl's eyes never left you, and Rick could see the depth of his love and concern for you.

As the medical team continued their work, Daryl's exhaustion began to show. His shoulders sagged, and his eyes were red from fatigue and stress. Rick could see the toll the past few hours had taken on him, both physically and emotionally. “Hey do you wan’ me to watch over her?” Rick asked Daryl, Daryl looked at Rick, his expression a mixture of gratitude and weariness. He knew he needed rest, but the thought of leaving you terrified him. "Yeah," he finally said, his voice gruff but tinged with vulnerability. "I needa moment, but you'll come tell me if anythin’ changes, ight?" Rick nodded, understanding the trust Daryl was placing in him. " course. You take a break, and I'll keep an eye on her. Everything will be alright." With a final, lingering look at your unconscious form, Daryl reluctantly let go of your hand and stood up. His eyes met Rick's, a silent message of thanks passing between them. Daryl slowly walked out of the infirmary, the weight of worry and exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. He felt a pang of guilt for leaving your side, but he knew he needed rest to be of any use to you. Rick sat down next to you, his gaze fixed intently on your face. He took in every detail, the freckle on your nose, the curve of your chin, the way your brows furrowed even in your unconscious state. You were beautiful. His heart ached at the sight of you lying wounded and vulnerable, and a mix of emotions overcame him. Rick felt a sense of protectiveness, as if he was your guardian watching over you. As he sat there, his thoughts drifted back to the conversation he had with Daryl moments ago. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the loyalty and devotion Daryl had shown to you. He had never seen Daryl so protective and vulnerable before.

Rick silently vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to help your recovery and ensure your safety within the community. Rick's attention was immediately drawn to you as you started to show signs of waking up. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on your face as he waited for you to fully regain consciousness. “H-Hello? W-Where am i? Who are you?! Where’s Daryl?!” You shout at rick frightened and confused, Rick's expression softened as he saw the fear and confusion in your eyes. "Hey, hey. Calm down. You're safe now. My name's Rick, and you're in the infirmary in a community called Alexandria." He held up his hands in a gesture of reassurance, trying to soothe your anxiousness. "Daryl is here too. He's just taking a break. But he'll be here soon, I promise." you nod your head “S-So this is the place Daryl said he was taken me..?” you look up at Rick Rick nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, this is the place. It's a safe community, and we have everything you need to recover and feel comfortable.” He glanced at your injured leg, concern crossing his face. "How're you feeling?" he asked gently, his eyes flitting between your face and the bandaged up leg "My leg's throbbing like hell.." you admit, wincing a bit as you readjust your position Rick's expression softened even more, a hint of compassion in his eyes. "I can imagine. You've been through a lot. They're doing everything they can to help you here, I promise.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "Daryl's been worried sick about you, you know. He's been by your side since we found you in the woods." Hearing this, you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. The last thing you wanted was for Daryl to worry about you. "I didn't mean to cause him any trouble.." you murmured, your gaze falling to your hands fidgeting with the bed sheets. Rick shook his head, his eyes filled with understanding. "You're not trouble. Daryl cares about you deeply, and he's just happy to have found you. Trust me, it woulda been far more trouble for him if he hadn't found you.”

A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment. Rick looked at you, his gaze softening further. "Mind me asking how did all this happen?" You sighed, knowing you couldn't avoid the question. "I don't know exactly. I just woke up with the metal rod in my leg. Was delirious for a bit after that.." Rick listened intently, his expression serious. "You don't remember anythin’ else? Nothin’ ‘bout how you got there, or who attacked you?" You thought for a moment, trying to recall any details, but it was all a blur. "I-I don't remember anything. Just pain and...darkness." You shudder at the memory, your hand instinctively resting on your injured leg as if to provide comfort. Rick noticed your reaction, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "You've been through a traumatic experience, and I can't blame you for not remembering everything. Just take it easy for now, okay? The important thing is that you're safe and you're gonna be alrigh’ ."

-𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩-

As the following days passed, you spent a lot of time confined to the infirmary. The medical team worked diligently to tend to your injuries and ensure your recovery. Rick would occasionally come to visit, bringing you company and updates on the community. He was genuinely good company, his presence bringing a sense of comfort and security to your recovery, Daryl would visit you in the infirmary multiple times a day. He would sit next to your bedside, his gaze never leaving your face as if he was afraid to miss something. He didn't say much, but his presence spoke volumes. He would often hold your hand, his touch gentle but filled with unspoken affection and worry. As Daryl sat by your bedside one evening, his gaze fixed on your face, he spoke softly."You like Rick?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and slight hesitation. You look up at daryl confused “what? what do you mean? where is this comin’ from dar?” Daryl shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze shifting away from you for a moment before returning. It was rare to see him this uneasy, his usual confident demeanor replaced with a hint of vulnerability."It's just... I noticed how much time he's been spendin' around ‘ere. Checkin' up on you constantly and allat. Seems like he cares a lot."

You raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding where Daryl was going with this. You shifted slightly on the infirmary bed, wincing as your injured leg brushed against the sheets."Yeah, I've noticed that too. He's been really kind to me, guess he's just a good person." Daryl looks at you with his usual cold glare “Nah i think it’s sum else goin on in that guys head..” You furrowed your brow, not quite understanding Daryl's insinuation. It was unusual for him to be so critical and suspicious. You couldn't help but feel a pang of defensiveness. “What do you mean? Rick's been nothing but nice to me. He's just trying to help." Daryl's expression remained stoic, his eyes fixed on you. "Maybe he is, but..." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "Rick's always been the type to keep his cards close to his chest. There's somethin' about him, somethin' beneath all that nice and polite. ‘m thinkin he likes you sis." You raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by Daryl's statement. "What makes you say that? He's just being nice to me because I'm hurt. That's all." Daryl chuckled dryly. "You don' see it, do ya? The way he looks at you, the way he talks to ya. It's not just 'cause yer hurt, believe me." You roll your eyes and chuckle “He’s just being kind because i’m hurt dar, plus me and him have only really known each other for a week” Daryl shakes his head, a hint of frustration in his expression. “Maybe. But trust me, I know when someone’s got an agenda. And the way Rick’s been treatin’ you...it ain’t just kindness. There’s somethin’ more there."

You rolled your eyes, growing weary of Daryl's insistence. “If you're so worried about it, why don't you ask him yourself? I'm sure Rick would set the record straight real quick." Daryl huffed, knowing that you were right. He knew he couldn't just make assumptions without knowing for sure. Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. I'll talk to him. But don't say I didn't warn ya." You chuckled lightly at Daryl's stubborn determination. "Alright, go ahead and have that talk. But try not to start a fight over a hunch, ‘kay?" Daryl grumbled silently to himself before nodding once again. "I'll keep a cool head. But mark my words, something's goin' on with Rick. I can feel it in my gut." You watch as Daryl strides out of the infirmary, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on your face. You knew Daryl had a tendency to assume the worst in people, especially considering his past experiences. He was a naturally suspicious person, which often led him to misinterpret people's intentions.

Daryl approached Rick, his expression serious and determined. He found Rick perched on a bench, reading a book in the evening light. "Can I talk to ya for a second?" Daryl said abruptly, his voice gruff but betraying a hint of concern. Rick looked up from his book, his expression turning curious as he noticed the serious look on Daryl's face. He could tell this wasn't a casual chat. He closed his book, setting it aside as he focused his attention on Daryl. “Yeah, what's up?" Rick asked, his voice calm but slightly wary. Daryl's gaze flicked around the area, making sure nobody overheard their conversation. He leaned closer to Rick, his gaze locking with his. “I need to ask you somethin'. And I want a straight answer." Rick's curiosity piqued. He nodded, his expression still calm but a hint of seriousness crept into his expression. "Alright, shoot." Daryl hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on Rick's face as he gathered his thoughts. He took a deep breath before finally speaking. "You got a thing for ma sister?" he blurted out, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Rick eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by Daryl's question. He stared at him, trying to gauge Daryl's face, before replying, "Excuse me?" Daryl's expression remained stoic, his gaze intense as he repeated his question. "You heard me. You got a thing for ma sister? You been spending a ‘picious amount of time at her bedside since we found ‘er." Rick raised an eyebrow, a touch of amusement in his expression despite the tension. "I don't see anything suspicious about it," he said in a measured tone. "She was badly injured, needed medical care. She's still recovering." Daryl's expression stayed unyielding. "Right, but you been visitin' her all tha damn time. Ain't none of tha other folks been doin' that. It's almost like you can't stay away from her." Rick's expression softened slightly as he realized Daryl wasn't letting this go. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in a rare moment of vulnerability. "Alright, fine. You want the truth? I do have...feelings for her. I can't deny that." Daryl's stoic expression broke for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He had secretly hoped he was wrong about Rick's feelings for you, but hearing the confirmation made his heart sink. He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening once more.

"How long have you been feelin' this way?" he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of anger. Rick sighed, his gaze drifting away for a moment before returning to Daryl. "I'm not sure. It's been building for a while now. Since we found her, it's felt different. Stronger." Daryl's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. "So you’ve got feelings for ma sister. Yer gon act on em or what?” Daryl’s voice was low and dangerous now. Rick shook his head vigorously, his demeanor changing to one of urgency. "No, no. It's not like that. I understand your concern, Daryl. I really do. But I would never act on these feelings without your blessin. She's your sister first." Daryl glared at Rick, his gaze intense and protective. "Damn righ she is. And I ain’t bout to watch you toy with er emotions, or worse, break er heart." Rick held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, his expression sincere. "I would never do that, Daryl. I care about her more than you realize. I want to be there for her, protect her, make sure she's happy. If that means stayin away and respecting your wishes, I'll do it without hesitation." Daryl's expression softened slightly as he heard Rick's words. He could sense the sincerity in his voice and the genuine care he had for you. But he still couldn’t shake off the doubts "You say tha now," he muttered, his voice gruff "But things change. People change. How do I know you ain’t just gon hurt er in tha long run?" Rick looks at Daryl with the most stern, serious face Daryl’s ever seen “Daryl, you are like a brother to me i would never, and i mean never, hurt someone that’s family to you, especially if i have feelings for them.” Daryl studied Rick's face, searching for any signs of dishonesty or deceit. But he found none. Reluctantly, he nodded, accepting Rick's words for now. “Fine. ’m trustin you, man. But ’m gonna be keepin an eye on you. If you ever even think bout breakin her heart, I’ll be there to knock some sense into ya. Got it?” Rick nodded, his expression just as serious as Daryl's. "You have my word, Daryl. I have no intentions of hurting her, and I understand the importance of your trust. I won’t let you down."

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After his conversation with Daryl, Rick spent the following days quietly mulling over his feelings. The weight of his emotions grew stronger each passing day, and he knew he could no longer keep them locked away. After several days of contemplating the right moment, Rick finally made his way to the infirmary and walked to your bedside. He stood there for a moment, watching you sleep peacefully. The sight of you resting, still bruised on a few spots, made him feel a mix of tenderness and worry. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves, and softly spoke your name. Your eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the dimly lit room and the sight of Rick standing by your bedside. A faint smile curved your lips as you recognized him. “Hey,” you said softly, your voice slightly hoarse from being asleep. Rick smiled warmly, his gaze locked on your face. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at you, his emotions now more clear than ever. “Hey,” he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and tenderness. He took a seat beside your bed, his eyes never leaving yours. You noticed the change in Rick’s demeanor, the usual composed expression now replaced with a hint of vulnerability. It piqued your curiosity, but you remained silent, waiting for him to speak his mind. The silence grew slightly uncomfortable as Rick fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, gathering his thoughts. “Hey there somethin’ wrong?” You ask Rick noticing him being more fidgety thank usual Rick's gaze flickered away from you for a moment, his expression a mix of hesitation and determination. He let out a deep breath before speaking, his voice quieter than usual.

“I, uh, I need to talk to you about something, something important,” he murmured, his eyes searching your face. You look up at him with a confused look “okay..?” Rick nodded, his expression growing more serious. He knew that the moment he had spent days thinking about was finally here. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on your face as he gathered his courage. “I... I have something to confess,” he said, his voice softer than a whisper. “It's about... my feelings.” “Your feelings, hey what’s goin on Rick?” You ask him slightly shifting your torso to face him more Rick took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and vulnerability. He looked at you, his gaze never wavering. “It’s something I've been wrestling with for a while now... my feelings for you,” he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with sincerity. “They've grown stronger with each day we've spent together, and I can't ignore them any longer.” As the words left Rick's lips, you could feel the air shift, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. “W-what-” your eyes widen in surprise, words stuck on your tongue. But before you could finish your sentence, Rick leaned in, capturing your words with a swift, tender kiss. His lips gently met yours, and you could feel the intensity of his emotions pouring into the connection. It was as if he was pouring out his soul through the kiss, expressing all the pent-up feelings he had been holding back all this time. The kiss lingered for a moment longer before Rick slowly pulled away, his gaze fixed on your face. He watched as your expression shifted from surprise to realization, a mix of emotions swirling in your eyes. His hand remained tenderly intertwined with yours, his thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles. “I… I didn’t know how else to say it,” Rick murmured, his voice soft and vulnerable. “These feelings have been growing inside me, taking hold of my thoughts and my heart. I can’t ignore them any longer. I need you to know… I have feelings for you.” Your mind whirled with emotions as Rick's words hung heavily in the air. His confession had taken you by surprise, but as the words sunk in, you couldn't deny the truth within you. With a mix of nervousness and certainty, you finally spoke up, your voice soft yet firm. “I….I feel the same way, Rick.” Rick’s eyes widened, surprise and hope flickered in his gaze. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Your words had given him the answer he had been longing for, the validation of his feelings mutual. Without wasting another moment, Rick gently cupped your face in his hands, his gaze locked on your eyes. He drew closer, closing the short distance between you, his expression both tender and hungry for connection. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, a whirlwind of suppressed emotions and undeniable feelings.

A/N: sorry this was kinda buns and I didn’t know how to end it tbh💔

[myung-jaes]

USED TO THIS ― lee anton

014. can i be ur sugar baby Please

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author’s note・❥・ #back #alive ignore the dates on the tweets this has been in the works since december ... also like do i make the next chapter a written one with drama or another filler tweets one bc do i rlly have the capacity to write a full scene after my 8 month break …

taglist (open!)・❥・redoing taglist so lmk bc it’s been months so sorry 💔

[taruruchi]

˚₊· ❥ 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 . . . ♡

I said I have stuff planned for February (and it's now February), so I figured I should make a short post about it! (Also MY COMEBACK RAHHH 🔥🔥🔥)

main details . . .

Since it's February, aka Azul's birth month, I got the silly idea to make at least one drawing of him until his birthday, until I realized "Wait, two other important days also fall on February..." so I decided to make it an entire month thing and properly plan it out. Now here we are 🤡

This entire thing is basically just that: For each day of February, I'll have one post (mostly drawings) featuring the one and only Azul Ashengrotto

All my plans (the schedule) are in that calendar (or a clearer version utc)! If YOU 🫵 would like to make stuff based on this, feel free to tag me bc I'd love to see it and rb :D (with the exception of ship art) (also sorry it's not very designed for participation, this was just made for fun 😭💔)

But this is very subject to change and there's a good possibility I'll miss some days since I have no drawings done ahead of time 💀

Anyway, that's really it... Enjoy a full month of my brainrot 😭 or feel free to join me in my brainrot 🫶

More yappery + Masterlist under the cut!

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additional details (aka more yapping) . . .

First of all, here's the ACTUAL calendar I had made

Fun fact: I added that Tangled prompt wayyy before they announced the new twst event so, in a way, I helped manifest it /j

I tried to make the schedule make sense, like you can see for Sundays and Saturdays, but as you can see... it didn't entirely work out and it's still kinda random 🤡

The most important days on this calendar, at least to me, are February 4, 14, and 24! Coincidentally all 10 days apart, actually

Now you may be wondering, "Taru, what the hell is Azulchi Day." Well, you see, back when twst en was newly born...

And little did I know the repercussions this would have 😔 But yeah, so I chose this date bc it also fell on February so why not

You may also be wondering, "Taru, why are there musicals there?" Because I've been convinced that in another life, Azul would be striving to form his drama career. Like look at this guy and tell me he shouldn't be put into musicals. (Just be glad Hamilton isn't on here /j)

And last question I can think of, "Where did Chapter 5 go?" Azul was barely there, man. But there's a chance I might switch some to Chapter 7 because Chapter 7 is silly

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for those interested in joining . . .

I'm not sure who's joining since. Well. This isn't exactly mainly advertised this as an open prompt thing and it's mostly silly stuff for myself, but in case someone does, I know I have some days marked as Azul with my yuusona and/or other characters, but that's not necessary if you wanna draw one of the prompts 😭 Like for example, for the piano prompt, he can be drawn solo and you can tag me!!!

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masterlist . . .

Day 2: Chapter 3 Content || Description: What happened after Azul's overblot? The prefect pays him daily visits at the infirmary

Day 3: Nonchalant || Description: “Who got you blushing like that?” Blushing like what?

Day 4: Pasilyo || Description: “Naglakad ka ng dahan-dahan / Sa pasilyo tungo sa altar ng simbahan” / “You walk slowly / Along the aisle towards the church atlar”

Extra: Sketch vs Final comparison for Pasilyo

Day 8: Hadestown || Description: I put Azul(chi) into a scene from Hadestown because Azul fits Hades insanely well and I love the scene a TONNNN

Day 14: Valentine's Day || Description: In which Azul and Taruchi bake together <3

Extra: Azul in Pride and Prejudice

[luvfy0dor]

Hello there ! I find your writing lovely and I saw that you were asking for some ideas.... its been kinda cold and rainy lately and I was wondering.. what about fyodor and the reader staying under the blankets and cuddling to stay warm... (and allowing him to get some rest) ...

"I Want Your Dreary Mondays" Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; None, just fluff!!

Description; Cuddling with Fyodor! It's kinda short, but I think it hits all the important points!

A/n; Man it has been so rainy lately for me, too. It makes me so tired all the time like it gets hard keeping my eyes open after noon tbh and it just puts me in a mood 💔

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Your eyes opened to a slight darkness rather than the usual sunshine that peeked through your windows each morning. The cold air matched the dreary mood that came from the lack of natural light combined with the pitter patter of the rain outside. You blinked a few times, still not fully awakening but yawning and stretching as well as you could while staying under the blankets. The feeling of your lover breathing against your neck didn't contribute to your warmth very much, making you shiver a little bit whenever the chilly air hit your skin.

His wooly sweater though, on the other hand, did you some justice. You tugged the covers over your shoulder and snuggled right on up to your lover, his eyebrows furrowing a bit before he wakes up, looking down at you. He was clearly still sleepy and dazed, his eyes squinted with drowsiness. "Are you cold?" He whispers, cuddling right back into you. His bony hands ran up and down your back and sides as he rests his head in between your shoulder and neck. You nod, humming in response as you slide your hands up the back of his sweater in attempt to warm them up.

He sharply inhales when he feels how frigid your hands were, his back arching slightly away from your touch. "You weren't lying, my love." He says, right before prying one of your hands from his back and holding it in his own. He gives it a soft squeeze, his head still in the crook of your neck as he inhales your familiar scent. You squeeze it back and snuggle up to him, peppering soft, chaste kisses along his neck. His cheeks visibly grew pinker, even if it was only in the slightest, you could still tell. Even the most minute change in his demeanor or appearance would not go unnoticed by you, and the same goes for him. He knew you like the back of his hand, and even though he wasn't the best at showing it all of the time, he noticed all the small things just like you did.

He noticed your sleepiness before you did sometimes, scooching closer to you so you could rest your head on his shoulder. He noticed discomfort, guiding you away from a situation as discreetly as possible. Most of the time he even knew what question you were going to ask before you even opened your mouth, having an answer prepared for you. He is a very observant man, or maybe your just very obvious? Perhaps it was a combination of both.

In this very moment, Fyodor could tell you didn't want him to leave the warmth of your bed. He quickly realized that your kisses were an attempt at coaxing him into cuddling with you without explicitly asking. He grinned a bit before sitting up, escaping your hold and yawning. You gave him a perplexed and disgruntled look before grabbing his hand again. "Hey, you can't just leave! I'll freeze, Fedya, do you want me to die?" You say, pulling the blankets up to your face, trying to replace the heat from Fyodors body. "You're not going to freeze to death, it's not cold enough for that." He deadpans, holding onto your hand.

"Well if I won't die then I'll suffer. I'll suffer this harsh, harsh weather all alone." You say. He quietly scoffs, moving his hair out of his face. "You'll be fine." He says, kissing your forehead quickly before getting out of bed, fully removing the blanket from his lap, immediately shivering. "Look at you, you're freezing, Fedya. Get back in bed." You say, tossing the blanket back over his body and hugging onto his midsection before he lays back down.

"I was far from freezing." He murmurs. "But since you're so insistent, I guess I'll entertain your request this once." His voice is soft and quiet, the man already becoming drowsy again. You smile in accomplishment, rubbing his back with a grin. "Mhm, you should take a break from working anyway. You overwork yourself a lot." You whisper. He hums in response before replying. "Yes, I agree, but one day it'll be worth the while, my love. We'll be able to live the best life possible, I promise." He mumbles, his hair tickling your skin. You nod, twirling some of the strands around your finger. "But still...one day won't hurt, I promise." You quietly speak before the both of you fall asleep together, limbs entangled under the warm blanket; safe from the cold rainy weather on the outside.

A/n; me when I post ❤️💞😻💖 Anyways you guys life update I gotta take a full chapter of notes tonight because they're due tomorrow so thrilled u guys so thrilled

[k-n0-x]

‎‧₊˚✧[Sandy Dunes- Transmasc reader x Lucifer Morningstar teaser!]✧˚₊‧

A while ago @lucifers-personal-cum-dump asked me to make a small fanfic of a transmasc reader and Lucifer, where reader struggles to pick up on innuedos and social cues in general (me fr 💔💔)

Enjoy~

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“Are you ready to go now sweet pea?” Lucifer knocks on the bathroom door, and you open it.

“Yeah, just give me a second!” You reply as you apply hellcream on your front, arms and face.

“Can you help me put some on my back?” 

Today was the hottest day in Hell, so Lucifer and yourself decided to spend the day on Hell’s “best” beaches.

“Of course,” You ignored his smug tone as he spread the sun blocker with his palms. 

Him being the King of Hell, he is very much inured to the death  rays of the hellish sun that burned the sinners.

“You know~” His delicate hands trace towards the scars just below your lower chest.

“We can have our own fun day inside,” 

You ponder for a few moments, not understanding  his innuendo.

“Nah, we should go out. You have not gone outside in a while. Besides-” you put your hands on either side of his face.

“It’s a good opportunity for bonding time,” 

He sighs into the warmth of your hands.

“Alright, if you insist”

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“See Lulu, ain’t too bad, right?” You gaze on the sultry red sand beneath your feet, and then to the lapping teal waves.

“You got that right,” he replies, but he wasn’t looking at the scenery.

“Come onn, knock it out!” You bump into his side, grinning all the same. 

Something catches your interest from the corner of your eye.

“Ooooh, Surf boards! I’m going to get one, okay babe?” 

“Alright. Don’t take too long, okay?” Lucifer stands on his tiptoes and pecks the nape of your neck, a comical sight, you towering over the King of Hell.

“Don’t worry, I won’t!” You tredge to the stall which is selling surfboards.

The dinky booth was unoccupied, with a vandalised sign, and one of the surf boards were snapped in half.

You lean over the countertop and scrummage around for one that is in decent edition, when a calloused hand snaps to your shoulder.

ೃ⁀➷୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ೃ⁀➷୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞೃ⁀➷୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ೃ⁀➷

p.s~ Something Stupid Chapter 6 is not gonna come out tomorrow, but soon enough it will. Toodles~

[capricorn-writes1]

Hi so i have receive your message that your ask box is open and i would like to ask if you can do a dating headcanon + a jealous headcanon for himuro and hanamiya please ? ^^

💔Himuro Tatsuya, Hanamiya Makoto, and Aomine Daiki Getting Jealous Headcannons💔

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Hello there Anon. I still remember if you were allowed to ask for Headcanons and once I open, I quickly told you that you can request me quickly before it gets full so yeah I hope you like the final result!

Gender: Neutral Warning: Creeps being creepy and OAmine being slightly violent

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Himuro Tatsuya - Yōsen High School

We can see from the Anime that Himuro can be pretty gentlemanly to women (But not really when it comes to Kagami. I don't really like how rude he is with Kagami but I do like when he tries to defend Alex from Haizaki.)

He might be all calm on the outside with a soft smile on his face and you thought he is okay when there was another guy/girl coming up to you with an intention to court you.

But let's check what is inside of his head and you will know that he is indeed furious when that person waltzes up to you and thinks they could court you or take your attention away.

The first time, he would smile and politely tell the person to leave you alone because you are his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and that person should respect that.

If the person still does not budge and keeps trying to get close to you. That's when things can be scary. I believe he is not a violent person but he could be very cunning and manipulative.

He would also indirectly insult the person without sounding like he is insulting the person. (In fact, I do believe he can pull 'Dog Whistle Manipulation' which means a gaslighting abuse technique where an abuser can cause suffering to another without others being aware of what is occurring.)

You can just see the shame of that person without you realizing what just happens to that person as the person is walking with their tail between their legs.

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The sky gets darker as the snow starts to fall from the sky. The air is getting colder each minute as the temperature drops. When (Y/N) was young, the young feela used to love snow because the neighbourhood kids would play together with you, playing freeze tag or snowball wars and going home to drink hot chocolate on Christmas day.

However, you are not little anymore, and those loves of snow are replaced with despise. The older version of (Y/N) easily got sick and cold, and the next day you immediately got the flu from the horrible winter. This did not go unnoticed by your beloved boyfriend, who sometimes let you wear his scarves just so you would not be cold.

But today is different; the basketball training is getting really late, and you have to wait for your boyfriend, who is still training Basketball for the upcoming Winter Cup. You do hear the opponent in the winter cup will be even tougher, so it was understandable that your boyfriend was training hard.

As (Y/N) stood there, eyes fixed on the basketball court, (Y/N) couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer dedication and skill of Himuro Tatsuya. Every shot he took seemed like a work of art, a perfectly executed masterpiece. The way he controlled the ball, the precision with which he released it, and the accuracy with which it found its target were nothing short of mesmerizing.

Beads of sweat formed on (Y/N)'s forehead, and a faint flush crept across their/her/his cheeks, but (Y/N) paid no mind, entirely absorbed by the mastery of his shooting skills. The room's atmosphere seemed charged with energy, only when you finally tore your gaze away for a moment and you realize the warmth that had filled the space. It was getting very bothering

A friendly voice broke (Y/N)'s concentration. Turning to the source of the sound, (Y/N) was surprised to see one of Yosen's players. He was tall with unkempt brunette hair along with freckles adorned across the bridge of his nose. He's pretty cute in your opinion but you're dating Himuro Tatsuya. "Hey! Excuse me, pretty/handsome. It seems you're thirsty. Do you want some cold drink?" He had a welcoming smile and held out a cold refreshing drink.

(Y/N) was a little bit hesitant to accept the guy's drink. (Y/N) did not think anything bad about the guy since (Y/N) is aware that they are in the basketball gym and it feels rude to reject the guy's offer but they/she/he did not know who is this guy. Before you could take the bottle, you felt a sudden presence beside you.

It was Himuro Tatsuya, his usually warm smile taking on an oddly forced quality. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to sense a hint of jealousy beneath his polite exterior. He gently push (Y/N) behind him and stood in front of the guy. "Thank you for the kind gesture," he began, his voice steady, "but I believe you don't need to offer a drink to my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner," His words carried a gentle authority, making it clear that he appreciated the gesture but wanted to set a boundary.

The player couldn't help but sense the undercurrents of Himuro's subtle jealousy despite Himuro not being aggressive. is realization, combined with Himuro's polite yet firm words, left the Yosen player to respect his boundaries. "I am very sorry, Himuro-Senpai. I was just offering her/him/them a drink," with a nod and a slightly sheepish smile, the Yosen player decided to back away gracefully, allowing Himuro to be together with you.

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Hanamiya Makoto - Kirisaki Daichi High School

Good luck to whoever made Hanamiya Jealous when they keep trying to make themselves close to you. I'm not joking, he is much worse than Himuro.

Unlike Himuro, his patience is not as thick as his and he would use all kinds of tactics against those who made him jealous while still playing the 'Innocent' card.

Whereas your dumb brain is still not aware that he was actually harassing the other person with just simply his words, railing against the person that made him jealous with a smile.

Listen to me, he definitely trying to guilt trip whoever made him jealous by asking them "Do you really hate me that much that you don't let me spend my time with my S/O? That's really mean of you," with a fake sad face.

If that's not working? Prepare another card he is going to use for that person who made him jealous. He could play the victim card after he made an insult that attacks the person's insecurity.

I do think he still has his violent tendencies but he can clearly hide it well when there are many people watching. For example, he would step on the person's foot on purpose but when the person tattletale. He would just not admit it or he would just say he doesn't mean it

So don't even think trying to make him jealous or he is going to make everyone hates you or people giving you those dirty stare even though you didn't do anything particularly wrong.

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As (Y/N)'s sat in the classroom, (Y/N)'s focus was entirely on the teacher at the front of the room, eagerly explaining the Geometric which (Y/N) is already good with. (Y/N) would be scribbling notes furiously, trying to capture all of the important notes without missing important details and by doing this. It would make it much easier at the house to just read it and remember the given formulas.

The resounding chime of the school bell echoed through the hallways, signalling the long-awaited end of the day. Students quickly gathered their belongings, ready to leave the torturous day and go back to their beloved home sweet home, including the certain someone with (H/C) hair colour and (S/C) Skin colour.

Before I could leave the classroom, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw my teacher staring at me with hopeful eyes. "(L/N)-San, May I speak with you for a moment. I need your help," she spoke. "Of course, what is it. Sensei?" (Y/N) asks the old woman. "I would like you to help with your fellow student. Eikichi-san, he is struggling with Geometric and you are the only student who could help him. If you teach him, I would give you more scores," the old woman asks.

(Y/N) was a little bit hesitant as you turn around to see the student. The guy had partly dyed blonde hair and he has that vibe that writes 'trouble' all over him. Nevertheless, the teacher promised you a bonus point for your score. "I will try teaching him geometric for the upcoming test," You told the teacher. "Thank you so much, (Y/N). I knew I could count on you," she smiles.

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(Y/N) was sitting across from Eikichi who is staring at her/him/them. His eyes would be looking at you from your chest and your face. Despite (Y/N) writing the notes, (Y/N) could feel him staring like a creep it sent a shiver down her/his/their spine. His attempts at flirting were blatant, and it made the whole situation rather uncomfortable. While (Y/N) was there to genuinely assist and teach, he seemed more interested in making offhand comments about my appearance and attempting to turn the lesson into an awkward exchange. "So, are you free today, cutie? We can go home and ignore all of this and we would have so much fun," he winks.

As the inappropriate comments from the guy continued, (Y/N)'s patience wore thin. They/her/he was on the verge of delivering a piece of their mind and stopping the guy from being creepy until I feel a presence behind me. When I turned around, there was Makoto Hanamiya

Hanamiya, with his signature cocky grin, couldn't resist the opportunity to put the overly flirtatious and creepy student in his place. "Ah, trying to charm someone who is taken, are we? You've got a knack for numbers, I see. Shame you're just not adding up in the 'respect for personal space' department," His words carried a mix of sarcasm and a cold jab. Indirectly calling him an idiot.

The student's face turned a shade of embarrassment, and you couldn't help but hold your own laughter with Hanamiya's remarks who are calling the guy idiot and creepy indirectly. The creepy student's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger at Makoto's sharp remark.

In a feeble attempt to save face, he mustered a nervous chuckle before unleashing a mocking retort. "SHUT THE HELL UP EYEBROWS! YOU'LL REGRET THIS!" The guy stood from his chair as he keeps pointing his finger at Hanamiya. With a huff and a flustered glare, the student gathered his belongings and stormed off, muttering under his breath. It was clear that he couldn't handle the witty banter and had been outmatched by Hanamiya's sharp tongue "Thanks for shooing that guy away," You sigh in relief. "...Sure, whatever. You owe me some chocolate bars...and I want the dark one. Not the normal milk one," The Kirisaki Daichi captain sat next to (Y/N) before putting his arm around (Y/N(.

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Aomine Daiki - Touou High School

I'm not going to say sorry about what I am going to say but Aomine are much more obvious than them. He is also much more man-child than Himuro and Hanamiya.

Unlike Hanamiya and HImuro. Aomine is much more obvious when he is jealous when someone is taking his attention away but it depends on the person too.

Someone with pure intention that just wants to be your friend or cute animal? Aomine definitely gonna sulk and give you the silent treatment. If you ask him what makes him angry, he would say: "Why don't you go with that friends/pets of yours!" while pouting.

Someone with bad intentions or some kind of casanova wannabe that thinks they can get your attention? He's going to confront them by standing in front of them and giving them the scariest glare. "Leave my girlfriend/boyfriend you fucking creep!" Scaring them away.

If the person still does not leave you alone. He would not be afraid to use his hands to punch the daylight of the person just like what he did to Haizaki but worse

Once they left, he would just keep his hands on yours and not let anyone get close to you. If you ask about it, he would just gonna say: "I'm just protecting you from those assholes," he mutters.

Aomine is far away from the word subtle. He would make sure that everyone knows that you are his girlfriend/boyfriend by holding your hands the whole way when you two go home.

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It was in the afternoon as (Y/N) and Momoi sat on the bleachers, their eyes fixed on the intense basketball game unfolding before them. It was an exhilarating match, as Aomine and Kagami, two titans of the court, faced off in a display of skill and determination. Their movements were swift, dribbling the ball with finesse, leaping through the air to score impossible shots. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and Momoi and I couldn't help but cheer for both of them, appreciating the incredible talent on display.

Momoi glanced at (Y/N), a playful smile on her face, and declared that she would go fetch some drinks from the vending machine. "(Y/N)-chan! Tell me everything that happens in the court. I will get us something to drink!" She takes a few cash from her purse before skipping away to get some refreshing drinks.

Nodding, (Y/N) watch her leave before she pays attention to Aomine and Kagami competing against each other. Those players seemed to be giving it their all, determined to outdo each other. You couldn't help but be in awe of the raw power and skill they possessed

As (Y/N) engrossed in her/his/their own world, there was an unmistakable feeling of someone's presence beside (Y/N). A subtle shift in the atmosphere, a hint of another person's energy, caught your attention. (Y/N) turned their/her/his head slightly, curious who might it be. A mysterious figure wearing a baseball cap. concealed his features. The brim cast a shadow over his face, making it nearly impossible to make out any details.

The guy in a baseball cap demeanour was unsettling. The guy leaned in a little too close, his words laced with a tone that sent chills through my veins. He began to flirt, but it wasn't the playful, charming kind of flirtation. It was invasive, predatory, making me feel trapped and vulnerable. "Hey there, cutiepie. Do you want to see seven foot long? I'm sure you have never seen it. Especially as someone as attractive as you," He licks his lips.

Out of nowhere, a basketball came hurtling through the air, narrowly missing the guy with the baseball cap and landing with a thud beside (Y/N) and the creepy guy. The guy with the baseball cap and I jolted with surprise, their attention instantly drawn to the ball lying there. As they turned in the direction the ball had come from, their locked eyes on Aomine, who stood a few feet away, his expression a mix of hatred and anger in his eyes.

Aomine's voice cut through the unease like a blade. His glare intensified, and his words were laced with a deadly seriousness that sent a shiver down the spine of the creepy guy. "If you ever lay a finger on my partner again, I won't hesitate to break your face. This court is meant for the game, not for your twisted games," Aomine's words not only send a shiver to the stranger but also to (Y/N) too.

The creepy guy visibly gulped, "I-I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean any harm," he mumbled, his eyes darting between Aomine's stern face and the basketball lying nearby. He quickly realized he had crossed the line. Without waiting for a response, the stranger hastily turned on his heels, not daring to look back, and fled from the court, disappearing into the distance.

Aomine's protective instinct kicked in as he walked over to (Y/N), his concern evident in his eyes. He gently pulled (Y/N) into a reassuring hug, his strong arms offering a sense of security. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked softly. Looking up at Aomine, (Y/N) shook their head, grateful he was there to stop the guy from getting further, "I'm okay, Aomine. He didn't touch me." "Good, "If he ever tries anything again, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll make sure he regrets it," he promises.

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[thepuppetshow-bah]

lemme get uhhhhhhh second please? /ij

can we please get a scene kid Jeff the Killer? music box level if possible :3

🎶Scenecore Jeff the Killer🎶

(Cw: Blood, gore themes)

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╭﹒♡﹒﹕🎶"The Music Box"🎶

╰⪼﹒❥ names﹕Jeff, Stabs, Kills, J/Jey

╰⪼﹒❥ age﹕17-20

╰⪼﹒❥ gender ids﹕Agender / Boything / Slashergender / Bloodgender

╰⪼﹒❥ prns﹕It / He / Slash / Bite / Blood

╰⪼﹒❥ orientations﹕Achillean

╰⪼﹒❥ species﹕Immortal Humanoid

╰⪼﹒❥ descriptors﹕Loud, Blunt, Expressive, Daredevil

╰⪼﹒❥ likes﹕Bright colors, slasher movies, horror media, gore, hyperpop, screamo music, heavy metal, messy doodles, animals (especially dogs!!!)

╰⪼﹒❥ dislikes﹕Being cold, neutral/desaturated colors, open flames, being bossed around

╰⪼﹒❥ aesthetics﹕Scenecore, Horrorcore, Emo

╰⪼﹒❥ roles﹕Physical Protector / Emotional Part / "Handyman" (<- fixes physical things)

╰⪼﹒❥ emojis﹕🔪💔🖤💥

╰⪼﹒❥ faceclaims﹕

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[thatfeelinwhenyou]

KINDRED — 17

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

❥･• episode 17 — eat 2 left toes

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authors note: i strongly stand by my belief that won is 100% a words of affirmation guy 🥹 anw next chapter is still in the works, and may take awhile for me to finish 😭😭 i’ll try my best to get it out ASAP (i promise it’ll be a really cute chapter)!! thank y’all for your patience with this series fr cause ik the updates are quite slow 💔 BUT regardless of that thank you all for the love on kindred so far xoxo 💋🫶

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[sugarcherriess]

lovely kitty juyo 🥹🥹 and honestly i think i’m glad eric is on hiatus rn… their schedule… they’re so busy… wtf was ist thinking… glad my lovely erigi does Not have to deal with that. i wish none of them did. but yes we can just hallucinate him. dreams are hallucinations right ?? he keeps appearing in those i think it’s what keeps putting me in the softest of eric hours so much the past week or so.. 🐶

Ist could’ve so easily taken this as an opportunity to let them rest and make their schedule light? It would look so good for the company’s image as because because “they’re waiting for eric to come back so they dont leave him out of too many things” but no. Whats the point of tbz being that busy too??? Like im happy theyre booked and in demand but cmon? They’re even going to isac? And then i saw that some new show is also coming out with them? Or was it their episode on a preestablished show idk. They got sick so many times in between schedules too

Anyway ist hq drinks dumb bitch juice four times a day every day so what can we say

[walkingdeadbitch]

 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 || 𝐓. 𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓

— rules/intro 𓋼𓍊  

— Headcanons || Smut

. . . 𝐂𝐖/𝐓𝐖 — 18+/smut! || gn&afab!reader || multiple mentions of Hoyt/Charlie and Monty || idk, used cunt a bunch and pussy once maybe.

. . . 𝐀/𝐍 — I’M SO SORRY, I WENT OVERBOARD 💔. This was just supposed to be a quick break from a bigger project, but I have no self-control. I tried to proofread and edit this as much as I could - but just gave up at a certain point, so please excuse any grammatical errors. I’m not that used to writing smut - so I’m really sorry if this is shit. Let me know if the smaller font is hard to read, other than that - enjoy, and know that feedback is adored 🍄.

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 [𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱]

❥┆ Even if he's struggling to keep his eyes open after, he’ll use the last working synapses in his brain to make sure you’re okay and do whatever he needs to make you feel better. Foot rubs? Back massages? Head rubs? All in his criteria. He’s kissing any marks and bruises he may have left behind with the most apologetic look in his eyes.

❥┆ Any protests from you fall on deaf ears as he runs around gathering stuff to ease the soreness in your body - he’s going to drag himself down those stairs to get you water, he may even run you a bath out of spite if you keep the complaining up - so it’s best to just lay down and let him do his thing. Being so intimate with you is a privilege in his mind - one he thought he’d never get to enjoy - so he lets you know the moment is appreciated.

❥┆ For all my black readers, if you wear a bonnet or any kind of protective head wrap to bed, he makes sure you’ve got it on before knocking out. With how particular you can be about your hair, he knows it needs to be within arm's reach of the bed. There's a different giddiness that bubbles over, seeing you fall asleep and wake up in it, so that's an immediate plus - but he also doesn’t want to be the first to witness your morning grouchiness mixed in with the realisation you slept with nothing to cover your hair. So the bonnet may stay on during sex.

❥┆ Providing for others is second nature to him, and he doesn’t put his own needs at the top of his priority list - so most of the doting will be done by him onto you. Has no qualms if you want to hold him or rub his chest after he’s done with you, but trying to do so beforehand will just yield a sulky and bashful Thomas. It feels so… selfish to him, being rewarded for doing nothing - in his mind at least - he completely blocks out giving you some mouth-watering backshots a few minutes ago.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Aftercare King™, don’t try to reciprocate too soon - he’ll feel bad. 

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 [𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬]

❥┆ This man is so deep in his self-loathing he can’t fathom being content with himself as a whole. Out of everything, he’d have to choose his hands. He doesn’t ‘like’ them per se - they’re littered with marks and scars, rough and calloused from all the work he does - but you always tell him how perfect they are, taking time to lavish them with kisses whenever you can, so that’d be the biggest reason why he appreciates them a little more now.

❥┆ Having a significant other may help him rethink some of the awful things that regularly inhabit his mind, so praising his body in small doses is the right way to help him with this issue. Plus, he can do some impressive things with those meaty claws; handle the heavy lifting around the house, help his mama move boxes at the shop - make you come. It's all about perspective.

❥┆ To be frank, he loves everything about you. It’s cliche and corny, but you’re perfect in his eyes - anything you may be insecure about, he adores. Acne, stretch marks, scars, cellulite, body hair, hyperpigmentation or discolouration - all stunning in his eyes. He loves all of you, even if you disagree and keep pointing out more ‘flaws’ as a rebuttal, it won’t stop him from paying extra attention to those things when you’re in bed.

❥┆ You dislike your stomach? He has a death grip on that pudge as he fucks into you. Don’t like your legs for whatever reason? He's between your thighs getting suffocated just to prove a point. Nothing in his God-forsaken world can make him see you any different, not even Hoyt’s incessant squawking that you’re using or pitying him.

❥┆ Now that we’ve gotten all that sappy stuff out of the way, he really likes your ass. Something about the way ripples form and flow on its surface every time his pelvis makes contact with you in doggy style is mesmerising. Takes greedy handfuls of the fat and kneads it just to see the skin dimple under his hold. No matter the position, he will find his hands on your ass like it’s his birthright - it’s become a sixth sense at this point. Has developed a penchant for spanking because of you and is ashamed.

❥┆ Tl;dr - His hands are pretty neat, and your ass is outrageous.

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 [𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲]

❥┆ Lord. It’s a lot, thick, and kind of bitter - he probably doesn’t have the most diverse diet, so if this bothers you, get him a fruit or something. Loves coming in you, it's his default, but if you’re uncomfortable with that, he’ll reluctantly use protection or pull out if it’s more to your liking. Though, this could have its complications - such as where are you possibly going to find contraceptives? We’ll ignore that for now.

❥┆ Coming on you feels a little degrading to him, and he’s done a lot of mental gymnastics to develop this belief. Doesn’t matter if it's on your belly, face, thighs - even your ass - he’s convinced himself you’re too good to be in a state like that because of him. If you're giving him head, and he does come on your face, expect a flurry of signed apologies as he scrambles to wipe you off. If you’re able to help him work through whatever causes him to put you on such a high pedestal - he’ll still keep worshipping you, just with a slightly better impression of himself, and he won’t be opposed to getting you a little messy.

❥┆ Don’t think that rule applies to you - he goes out of his way to overstimulate you just to feel his fingers and palm covered in your warm release. Loves seeing how drenched the sheets are after he’s dragged orgasm after orgasm from your soaking cunt. And if you squirt? Six feet under, he’s dead and now has a mission to make you do it almost every time you have sex - so get ready to be achy and gushing at the end of everything.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Likes filling you up.

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 [𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬]

❥┆ He may have a daddy kink, but he internally denies it. Doesn’t quite know the name of it, but after two victims Hoyt found on the side of the road snuck out to be alone at an odd hour of the night, he happened to be returning from disposing of old car parts and froze when he heard a faint ‘daddy’ melded in with pants and pleas come from behind the house. It wasn’t the moaning or anything else that caught him so off guard - it was the use of the word and how… seductive they made it sound.

❥┆ Nobody is ever out that late, so he followed each sound till the soft whimpers and airy moans became more apparent, and he found the two travellers in a heated entanglement against the wall. His eyes remained on the scene for a few minutes before turning on his heels and heading back inside. His stomach was flipping and turning as he replayed that one word over and over, taking long strides to his room to quicker assess his situation.

❥┆ At first, he was stunned, some might even say appalled, but after thinking it over for the rest of the night, he started becoming more open to the whole concept. Thomas doesn’t know much about kinks - he didn’t know anything at all before getting with you - but the thought of having someone pinned under him - panting and whining - barely keeping their composure as his thick cock ruins them, makes his blood bubble and stir. A blend of breathy begging and ‘daddy!’’s tumbling from their lips every time he slams into their needy hole.

❥┆ He’ll never bring this up with you - much too ashamed of the discovery - so the only way you’re figuring this out is if you jokingly call him ‘daddy’ in response to being ordered around or - accidentally letting the word slip while he’s in you. Whether you want an annoyed and skittish Tommy or a possessive and rough Thomas - all depends on the setting you use that word in.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Daddy chill.

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?]

❥┆ Thomas was a virgin before he met you. Outside of what Luda told him during that one rigid ‘birds and the bees’ talk he got at a younger age and whatever Hoyt and Monty talk about, his knowledge on sex is very slim. He knows how it’s performed, its biological intent, and what the other two describe doesn't sound enjoyable, so he never really considered the notion of it being used for just pleasure.

❥┆ Stuff like oral, teasing, edging, aftercare - and shit, even foreplay at some point - just never really crossed his mind. So getting his first blowjob/handjob from you was - it was an experience, to say the least. He was awfully embarrassed when you noticed how hard he was after a few minutes of playful kissing and heavy petting, nearly combusting when you asked so sweetly to help him however he wanted.

❥┆ Nothing could’ve prepared him to feel your fingers trace over the straining material of his sweats right before stroking his sensitive tip through the fabric - each movement sending warm waves of ecstasy down his spine to his gut. His entire body flushed and heating up the closer your face got to his to catch any little whines he let out with your lips.

❥┆ It’d be wise to slowly ease him into these things, so don’t immediately pounce on him with sloppy head - it will overwhelm him. A nice handjob or even just some dry-humping is the perfect way to introduce him to this stuff.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Bitchless.

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠]

❥┆ Mating press - This is his go-to - it holds all the intimacy and closeness of missionary while giving him the unlimited access he needs to drill into you as deep as his cock can go. The control he gets during it makes his little heart burst - setting the pace to his liking while seeing your pretty expressions change based on it is all he could ask for. It also puts him in the perfect range to have his face, neck and shoulders covered in kisses and little love bites. He is at peace in this position.

❥┆ Doggy-style - This ain’t half bad - it gives him unrestricted access and view of your ass, which is ideal. Expect a lot of spanking - he’s especially rough when he’s got your face pushed into some pillows with your ass on full display. Seeing your sopping cunt eagerly take every inch of him along with the mess it makes flips a switch in his mind - the message being sent to his already aching cock. It’s primal and possessive, so this position is usually reserved for when you’ve teased him a bit too much, and he wants to humble you a little.

❥┆ Cowgirl - This is nice - if he’s been overworked past his limitations and is in need of some good lovin’, he’ll let you take the lead for the night and ride him till your thighs cramp and can’t support your body anymore. Then again, he lives to provide for others, so just laying back and virtually doing nothing makes him feel selfish - in short - don’t be shocked when he starts manually bouncing you on his dick when you take little breaks to solely roll your hips on him. Will use this position to get really handsy, always groping/pawing at your ass, chest, hips, tummy, thighs - nowhere is safe from his needy grip.

❥┆ Reverse Cowgirl - Basically the same for cowgirl with a better view of your ass. You’d think this would be higher, but he wants his kisses if he has to lay back and do nothing.

❥┆ Tl;dr - A breeding kink dictates his decision making.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 [𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.]

❥┆ He’s most vulnerable in those moments, so it’d be very unusual for him to crack jokes or be in a silly goofy mood. Regardless, if he does something that flusters you till you're in a fit of giggles - or if he unintentionally skims a sensitive part of your skin - he will melt hearing your happy little noises. He craves softer, warmer things in his bleak life, so he’ll absolutely love if you’re a little giggly during foreplay.

❥┆ Even if he’s not goofy, he’s still somewhat lighthearted, not wanting to make it this serious bore-fest that could feel like a chore, so ever so often, he’ll blow a small raspberry on your belly right before going down on you to keep the mood airy and light - and to make you laugh. You’re his angel. He’s a sappy, sappy romantic - and wants nothing more than to see his precious darling happy.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Big, scary puppy.

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

❥┆ Saying he’s hairy almost sounds like an understatement - the amount of hair on this man’s body is ridiculous. It starts from his chest, a dense patch of dark hair travelling and narrowing down his abdomen until it forms that absolutely delicious happy trail just near his navel. It’s all thick and wild.

❥┆ Becoming more intimate will motivate him to take a pair of scissors and start trimming at the dense, short strands near his crotch, usually to make clean up a lot easier and for your own comfort and enjoyment.

❥┆ Never expect to see him cleanly shaven - he doesn’t have the time for all that maintenance, and it's just not his thing. Besides, the sensation of the soft scruff rubbing against your clit when he desperately humps into you is heavenly - no denying that. At the end of the day, he isn’t bothered by it, and it inadvertently benefits you to some extent as well.

❥┆ Tl;dr - A hairy, hairy man.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭]

❥┆ Very intimate and romantic overall. He smiles a little more when you meet, and sooner or later - the other Hewitts catch on to the little grin on their Thomas’ face when his sweetheart is around. He wears his love for you on every part of his body - doesn’t even bother hiding the look of awe when you’re around, making Charlie and the other one gag whenever they see the hearts swimming in Tommy’s eyes - so it naturally carries over into the bedroom.

❥┆ Foreplay is usually drawn out because of this. Will give you a full body massage, drag his hands over every inch of exposed skin he can reach, kiss every part of you he thinks deserves some extra love. Adores you and wants that to be clear - never wants you to question just how strong his feelings are.

❥┆Holds you as close as your bodies will allow, never taking his eyes off of yours - maintaining such a loving gaze even when he’s reducing you to a cooing, sobbing heap on his tongue and fingers. He burns these images into his memory, each one more gorgeous than the last. He swears its all a dream, that one day he’ll wake up and you’d be gone, so he’ll hold you a little tighter, making sure that the skin his teeth carefully sinks into is real, that every little moan bouncing around his brain is bouncing off the walls as well.

❥┆ Tl;dr - He’s your simp 💔.

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 [𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧]

❥┆ He’s never really sat down and taken the time to actually reflect on the whole idea of it. With how hard he works and how often he’s on his feet, the need to get off doesn’t fester or build in him for too long. It’ll come, he’ll get slightly uncomfortable, then it'll leave. Again, the two older men do have their vulgar exchanges over beer - but he’d never been tempted by the whole notion - since everything they describe always comes off so - foul.

❥┆ There are certain moments at night when he’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and finally give the whole jacking off thing a try. It’s good, he guesses, great even - if he’s conscious enough to fully savour it - but it’s not really something he does all that frequently. The release does take a decent amount of strain off his shoulders - in the moment at least - but it’s all temporary.

❥┆ Becoming more acquainted with you caused these wants to surface more frequently - but they never bothered him that much. Some nights, he can’t ignore the dull throbbing in his crotch. So he’ll lock himself in his room and allow images of you shamelessly muddy his mind, calloused hand taking harsh and brisk strokes at his cock till he spills over his knuckles with a hushed hum.

❥┆ He always feels guilty after - using you as his masturbation material, but he convinces himself - that if he keeps this all hidden, there'd be no harm done. He can lock all those visions of you sitting so prettily on his cock away - every little noise he can only imagine you making bouncing around in his mind and no one else's.

❥┆ The minute you’re official, he's a tangle of nerves - his sensitivity to your touch skyrocketing somehow. Living with the Hewitts makes his need to get off stronger - so while you’re tucked away in bed, he’s off in the bathroom dealing with his growing problem to not bother you. Catching him in the act just results in him refusing to make eye contact with you for a week, even if the encounter ended with you helping him in the best way possible.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Not an active participant in the sport - until you arrive.

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 [𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬]

❥┆ Praise kink - Loves giving and receiving praise, even if he can’t verbally express these feelings. His actions work just as well - taking his time while prepping you for his cock, leaving a trail of wet and heated skin where his lips and tongue had graced. Reaching your cunt, he always places lots of sweet kisses to your clit and thighs before fully indulging in your taste. And of course - always be sure to praise him.

❥┆ No matter how small it may seem, it’ll never fail to make him melt - a simple ‘good boy’ or ‘my handsome Tommy’ goes such a long way. Tell him how good he feels, that he’s yours and you're his. He’ll turn into even more of an obedient pup, eager to please and hear your lovely praises again. If words fail you, showing him is just as effective; peck and nip at his hips just before placing delicate kisses from the tip to the base of his cock. Nuzzle and kiss his tummy just before he comes on your chest. All great ways to convey just how much he means to you.

❥┆ Breeding kink - Wants nothing more than to have kids, whether it be through the wack ass ‘adoption’ method Luda did with him or with you biologically. If the latter is impossible for whatever reasons, he will not care - it won’t stop him from filing you up every opportunity he gets.

❥┆ The swell of his cock is painfully apparent the harder he rolls his hips into your soft pussy, chasing a high that ends with thick loads of cum pouring into you, even after he’s emptied his balls - he’ll keep his same bruising pace to fuck the mess deeper into you. When he’s done, he’ll slowly pull back - wanting you to feel every inch slip out - and watch as thick rivulets of his release spill from your used hole. Sometimes, he’ll gather the mess on his fingers - and stuff it back into you with brief and quick strokes.

❥┆ Cumplay/eating[?] - This almost plays into the breeding kink - in the afterglow of his orgasm, after pulling his cum covered fingers out of you, he’ll bring them to your face and smudge it onto your lips. His digits breach past the plush barriers, and you happily open your mouth for him to spread the rest on your tongue, thoughts blurring as the salty taste drowns the rest of your senses. If he’s especially starstruck - he’ll pull your hips to his mouth and lick/suck you clean - too lost in lust to fully register his actions.

❥┆ Size difference - He’s huge, that’s obvious - even if you’re around the same height as him or taller, you’ll always look much smaller next to him, and the difference makes his chest flutter with butterflies. He’ll use his extra bulk to his advantage, grabbing and tossing you over his shoulder when he wants you for himself, easily manhandling you into any position he likes.

❥┆ It also plays into his strong urge to protect and coddle you. Loves seeing the effect his size has on you; how you’ll fail tragically to hide a giddy smile when his back muscles flex when lifting something or how you’ll grow more awkward and prone to stumbling through sentences when his big arms wrap around your waist.

❥┆ Spanking - Likes ass, what more do I have to say - he really likes your behind. He gets his hands on it any/every chance he sees - giving you little pats throughout the day, pinching/squeezing it whenever he wants your attention, or simply giving you a little booty rub after a long day to relax - it’s very therapeutic for him. During these little sessions, he’ll get rougher and rougher while handling you - soft spanks soon replace the gentle kneading of his fingers, and shortly he's raining down on your ass with little to no restraint. These always end with you getting finger-fucked over his lap.

❥┆ He also uses it as a form of ‘discipline’ if you begin pushing his buttons further down in the relationship. See, respect is held in high regard in the Hewitt household, and where there’s insolence, there needs to be punishment. If you’re getting a little too bold for his liking - i.e. going into the basement when he’s told you many times it’s off-limits - he’ll have no problem bending you over his work table and getting his point across one final time with some heavy spanks. Makes you count during these, and it can go up to thirty as he can be really mean.

❥┆ He’s sweet, but not when it comes to your safety. He’ll soothe the irritated flesh after, feeling bad if he thinks he went a little too far. So don’t worry, he isn’t cruel, just cautious.

❥┆ There’s more, but this was getting too fucking long, so I'll just add them here ; Hair pulling, Choking/Breathplay, Sensory deprivation, Slight bondage, Cockwarming etc.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Untapped potential in this one.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨]

❥┆ His favourite place would have to be either his or your bedroom - the security of it makes getting off and letting his guard down easier. Being able to lock the door, close any windows or pull any blinds is a great reassurance for his anxiety-ridden mind.

❥┆ Thomas’ room is where he feels safest in that whole house - it puts him in the right mindset to let go and bare himself to you entirely. It’s cosy and convenient - nothing can ever beat the warm comforts of his blankets and pillows.

❥┆ Has fucked you once in the hayloft of the family’s old barn and desperately wants to do it again. It was a spur of the moment thing - the others were either in town or too far away to disturb, so he took you on top one of the many large haybales - he even laid his shirt down so your skin wouldn’t be irritated that much.

❥┆ It was exciting, doing it somewhere other than the house, but the biggest annoyance was definitely dealing with the many bugs attacking his ass. Would do it again simply for the thrill the slight exposure and unconventional setting brought - it was a fun experience, minus the insects.

❥┆ There’s an evergreen oak tree out in one of the fields near the property that covers a large span of the ground beneath it with a cool shade - it's turned into a cute little picnic area for you both. These picnics can lead to some very rare outdoor lovemaking, and it’s rare for a reason.

❥┆ Yes, the spot is secluded-ish, but it's exposed - the possibility of having anyone stumble upon you in such a situation is mortifying. You’re always fully clothed, and still - he can’t shake the thought of Hoyt or his mama stumbling upon you with no way to cover up or hide. It’s nice and breezy, very romantic and scenic, a little uncomfortable given it’s on the ground - but that’s nothing a few throw pillows can’t help.

❥┆ Tl;dr - As long as no one sees y’all, he’s good.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

❥┆ Just about anything can get him off, but he is absolutely powerless to neck and hand kisses. If you sit on his lap, grab one of his hands and start peppering them with kisses, be sure you trail them all the way up his arm to his neck and jaw too. He’ll be reduced to mush under you and become very compliant.

❥┆ Pull his hair, simple as that. Tugging at the soft strands from their roots while rolling your hips on his lap makes such beautiful groans catch in his throat. He’d also love to pull your hair, but if you don’t want him to due to personal preferences or because you don’t want to mess up whatever style you’re currently wearing - he’ll stick with keeping a firm grip on the back of your neck.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Touch starved.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 [𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧-𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬]

❥┆ Degradation - This isn’t an option with him. He’s going so far out of his comfort zone for you and almost sees the moment as something safe. If you like being degraded - good luck, because even if he does talk, it’s him calling you his ‘darlin’’and ‘sweetheart’ most of the time. No amount of convincing will get through to him - he just feels too bad. And don’t even think about degrading him because he will shut down.

❥┆ Impact play - He loves spanking you - but that's about it. He refuses to hit you in any other way.

❥┆ Tl;dr - He’s sensitive :(.

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

❥┆ This can get really complicated if your relationship is still fresh - he won’t ever ask you to do it, he doesn’t think you should be on your knees for him, but he’s also too scared to take off his mask to go down on you. So, the only way to get around this insecurity of his is to keep the room dark the first couple of times or let him blindfold you. Even with all your convincing and assurance, he can't get past the lingering thought of you being disgusted by his face - so this is a very delicate matter you should approach lightly.

❥┆ Once either of these requirements is met, he’ll finally find his footing to fully lose himself in you. He loves giving oral - much more than receiving - the taste, scent, and feel of everything overwhelm his nerves in the best ways. Can and will spend hours between your thighs once he has the time. It’s all so new to him, the sensations that disperse throughout his body, watching his fingers disappear to the knuckle in you while he kisses your soft tummy.

❥┆ Wants you to sit on his face, to feel you put your full weight on him, and use his tongue to get off. There’s just something so surreal about having such a large and dangerous man bend so easily at your will, beg so effortlessly for you to cum on his tongue, practically purring when you give him just what he wanted in ample amounts. To hell with whatever the fuck Charlie taught him, he doesn’t ‘know better’ than to be in such a submissive position, he will die with you on his face if he has to - it’d honestly be his preferred method of passing.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Fucks and sucks like a king.

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.]

❥┆ Slow and steady wins the race in his mind. Takes his sweet time worshipping your entire being - his hands will trace every mark, squeeze and pinch at your plush belly and thighs, and rub gentle little circles into your hips. Everything in his life is already so restless and chaotic - he wants to make this little part as calm and as delicate as he can.

❥┆ It can get a bit frustrating, though - wanting him to be rough and fuck you into whatever surface he’s got you bent over, and instead, being met with such loving and deliberate strokes. You can never be mad at him, how could you? His intentions are just too sweet - and he’s already so attentive to your needs.

❥┆ Don’t worry - even if a slower pace is his default, he can change it up if put in the right mood. Tease him a little, nothing too severe - wear tighter shorts when he’s around, innocently brush your fingers up his arm when passing by - if you want to, you can corner him and rub up on his thigh while whispering all the things you want him to do to you into his neck. Leave right after if you really want to be fucked.

❥┆ Or, you could just ask him - he’ll happily oblige after enough reassurance that you won’t be hurt. Just know, when he’s rough, he goes hard. The pace he sets is brutish - always has a hand around your throat or pinning you down, he’ll grab your face and force you to look at him while he pounds into your cunt. Ask, and you shall receive hun.

❥┆ Tl;dr - A sweetheart when unprovoked.

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 [𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.]

❥┆ Quickies are very common in your relationship - much to Thomas’ dismay. It’s not that they’re terrible - of course not, any moment he spends wrapped in your arms is a cherished one - but he doesn’t like how short they are. He loves slowly building you up to the point of finally giving you just what you’ve been begging for and more, but when you’re both manoeuvring around hectic schedules - the most you’ll be allotted is a quick fuck in your room between breaks.

❥┆ They honestly don't do much for him - he needs long, drawn-out sessions to feel satisfied. Most of the time, he’s left even more riled up - returning to his daily chores more aroused and frustrated than when he went to find you. You’d think he’d learn his lesson after a while - that quickies just don’t work for him - but he continuously seeks you out on his breaks, knowing they have a high chance of ending with some sexual act. He really loves your touch, even in small portions.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Doesn’t like ‘em, but won’t exactly turn one down.

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 [𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.]

❥┆ This depends. He’ll fuck you in places that aren’t just different rooms in the house - but you’ll never convince him that doing it in the kitchen where the other family members are just barely out of earshot is a good idea. He’ll take risks, but not the risk of having his mother see him balls deep in you - would rather have Hoyt spit the saliva residue of his tobacco directly into his mouth than his mother see him doing that.

❥┆ If you have some kinks that don’t involve getting hurt, he’s down to try them at least once. He’ll tie you up if you like that, be rougher if you want - mark you up. Just don’t ask for anything related to excrements - he may be surrounded by gore on a daily basis, but he’s not bringing shit or piss into his sex life.

❥┆ Tl;dr - He’s a little wild, with limits.

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�� = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?]

❥┆ The amount of stamina and endurance this man has is otherworldly - can go till your body is limp and pliant from all the simulation, his hips keeping the same harsh pace even through your pleading and whimpering. But this took some time to build up - he cums quickly when the relationship is in its earlier stages, everything so foreign to him. As time goes on, he gets better at lasting longer.

❥┆ He can go for two or so rounds that vary in length - but an overall estimate would be around one to one and a half hours each. If it's during a rare day off - they’re never-ending, almost - uses the time he should be spending to rest his overworked body to instead overexert himself fucking you silly. These are the days when you should always have extra clothes and bed sheets already available.

❥┆ If it’s a late-night after a long day filled with arduous chores and work, he’s lazy with his thrusts - showing that this’ll be a simple night, a settle down for the day. His body will finally give out after he comes, and if you still have one more round in you - well - he’ll happily give you the reins for the rest of the night.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Just short of breaking your spine.

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 [𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?]

❥┆ Realistically, unless you’re allowed to leave the Hewitt property and go into town whenever you please - it’s not likely that you own any. The time period also plays a central part in this - but for the sake of this, let’s say this is a ‘modern-ish’ setting, and the Hewitts are giving you more leniency with your freedom.

❥┆ He doesn’t have much of an opinion on them - just very confused if he ever comes across any you own. If it's something like a vibrator, he won’t give it a second glance - he’ll think it’s strange and move on with life. If it's a dildo - his body feels overrun with static, his find more than startling him. Why do you own this? Where could you even get it? What if his mother saw it?? Is a mess because of it.

❥┆ Will take some further explanation after you tell him what it’s used for - at first, he’ll think he can’t satisfy you in bed, and gets all sad/embarrassed. But after you further clear up the misconception and possibly propose to give him a live demonstration on yourself - he may perk up a little.

❥┆ Watching you pleasure yourself with a toy wasn’t too different from you using your fingers, so he’ll be more open to the idea of them being integrated into your sex life - maybe. Prefers you riding his fingers or cock rather than some silicone - but if you really want to, who is he to deny his love of something so simple and harmless? Won’t like the thought of using any on himself when you first suggest it - if you present him with a cock ring, you’re getting the sharpest side-eye he can muster amongst all his mortification. After a while, he gives in, and vehemently denies enjoying it as much as he did.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Isn't opposed to them, isn’t the biggest fan either.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞]

❥┆ Doesn’t intentionally tease you all the time, but he’s so oblivious to how good he looks and ends up doing it when he’s not even trying. Sometimes there aren't any ulterior motives to the way his muscles strain and relax with every move he makes, dragging stuff around the house for Luda - but that doesn’t stop you from ogling him. The place is blisteringly hot, and he’s wearing a simple, too-small tank top that clings to his sweaty body too well? He’s oblivious to the unchaste looks you’re giving him.

❥┆ If he does catch on, or if you tell him - he’ll be bashful knowing he has such an effect on you without even trying, but soon, you’ll start seeing many subtle changes in his behaviour from time to time. Some days, he’ll conveniently forget his tie, the first two or so buttons on his shirt undone, his reason being the scorching Texas heat. His sleeves will roll up a little higher past his forearms, and soon he’s wearing sweat pants to bed more often - why the fuck did you get him those again? It’s a slight ego boost - one he deserves.

❥┆ In bed, he’s more giving. Won't tease you much, but still likes to hear you beg ever so often. If anything, he’s too giving - but that’s for another time.

❥┆Tl;dr - Cheeky when he's ready.

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.]

❥┆ Hums and groans mostly - you can drag choked moans from him if he’s caught off guard - he isn’t loud, but he isn’t completely silent either. This is most obvious when you’re on top - any sounds of admiration flow freely past his lips with just enough prodding. Seeing you rub your pretty cunt along his shaft - the feel of your clit pressing against the blunt head of his cock has him dazed. Every breathy moan makes him flushed - clenching his jaw to the point where he thinks he’ll bite through his skull - surprised he’s capable of making a sound like that.

❥┆ He prefers hearing you, though, so he’ll always give you the spotlight and listen to your sighs and whimpers undisturbed. Again, he lets his actions speak for him - his thrusts get sloppier, the fingers on your clit start losing their rhythm, and his grip on you gets tighter and rougher. If you want him to be more vocal, that won’t be much of a problem - just tease him a bit, and you’ll have him begging with whimpers and groans.

❥┆Tl;dr - A little shy with it.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 [𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫]

❥┆ He’s crafty outside of his mask-making - enjoys sewing in general, despite Hoyt’s bellowing that it's ‘unbefitting for a man’ and ‘girly'. It's a form of stress relief he’ll use on his days off if alone. When he first started making leather masks, Luda Mae helped him with the stitching and taught him how to do them himself. Since he began at such a young age and kept it up through the years, his handiwork has gotten cleaner.

❥┆ With how open Hoyt is with his distaste for the hobby, the masks are the only items he displays around the house. He patches up the old stuffed toys Luda and him made. Getting the materials proved to be challenging- but he's a resourceful man - so it’s figured out one way or another.

❥┆ All of Thomas's stuffies are concealed in his drawer or closet, away from Hoyt's prying eyes. They’re simple in design; some with chubby, rotund bodies that lay on their bellies with stubby, little legs beneath them - or, they keep the same plump bodies but sit upright with no legs. Think squishmallow, but not really. He’s made multiple, but his favourite is a rather large piggie plush that’s about the same size as his upper body.

❥┆ The body is made from a washed out, pink material, covered with a floral pattern that was once an old dress of Luda's and a faded, beige plaid underbelly and nose he obtained from a shirt he outgrew. Of course, it's got big floppy ears and a curled little tail. He’ll squeeze it during the nights he’s restless, and if you ever mention having a favourite animal - expect to find a large, patchwork version of it on your bed some weeks later. Don’t get too close to it - because he will regret making it for you if you cuddle it more than him.

❥┆Tl;dr - Big man likes conventionally cute thing trope.

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𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 [𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬]

❥┆ Now, we all know he’s packing a massive horse cock. No more needs to be said - he’s hung.

❥┆ Ok, on a more serious note - given his physique and size, being well endowed in the dick department just makes sense. He wasn’t mindful of this - until you started getting touchy-feely with the other - was confused when you commented on his size, shock layered into your lustful tone. Queue a bunch of worried sweating and overthinking amid a handjob. Too big? Is that a bad thing? You said it could hurt you - oh god, he could hurt you? Bless his soul, that simple interaction leads him to have a breakdown.

❥┆ He’s above average in length with girth that leaves you feeling full well beyond your capacity - his tip flushes a soft red when hard and gets a bit deeper when teased/overstimulated too much. There’s a very prominent vein on the underside. It travels from the base, up his shaft, and gently pressing or tracing your tongue to it earns you a starstruck Thomas. He gives off BDE™ and lives up to the expectations. The man knows how to use it, and seeing the effect he has on you does give him a slight ego boost.

❥┆ Tl;dr - It’s fat.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?]

❥┆ Thomas isn’t demanding in this aspect - he knows both of your schedules won’t allow for much alone time, so he takes what he’s allowed with little to no complaints. He’s okay with not having sex for a day, or two, or for a week - he’s already lasted this long without getting some ass, waiting a week or more won’t kill him. Quickies occasionally happen between full, proper sessions, but then again, he loves taking his time with you - a quickie won’t do much other than rile him up even more than he was before.

❥┆ He loves the idea of doing it once every day - as unrealistic as it may sound for his circumstances. This pent up desire always leads to any lonely, free days being filled with copious amounts of sex in any room you’re in.

❥┆ Doesn't expect sex from you either - it happens if it happens, and when it does he's eternally grateful - even if his libido shot through the roof after meeting you. Usually waits for you to initiate any actions - this differs depending on his mood, but he typically waits for you to either say or do something. Don’t be intimidated by the thought of voicing just how horny you are to him - because 9.5/10, he’s hoping you do just that.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Screwing in moderation.

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬]

❥┆ Is exhausted after doing any physically demanding task, so he’ll be really sluggish after everything is done and taken care of. Even in his blissed-out state, he won’t be able to fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillows again. Given the nature of his house, he’s constantly on guard - even as his blinking gets slower and heavy the longer your fingers remain threading through his hair - anyone could call for him, someone may come barging in. So much on his poor, poor mind.

❥┆ During this time is when it’s best to spoil and cuddle him as much as you want. He won’t feel as bad about it or try fighting you off - just lays down and accepts the onslaught of shoulder and neck kisses he more than happily returns. Only when your fervent kisses begin to placate, and he hears a final ‘I love you’ - will he allow himself to sink into the warmth of your body, squeezing you in an equally warm and secure bear hug.

❥┆ Tl;dr - Sleepy but stressed.

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓? — Michael Myers [Rz]. ❞