#but i'm trying to write a part two to something that doesnt want a part two written

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

me when i don't have motivation for something i love doing: maybe im a horribhle beast. nothing is good fo rme and i should just quit now.

me. literally five minutes later: woah that was dramatic. glad i remembered to drink some water!

[lucidwntrr]

hiiiii! i was just wondering if you could write something with virgin sub beomgyu where hes lowkey kind of a gooner and reader (who is his roommate) catches him jerking off and moaning her name and then like as the days go by she starts teasing him because he doesnt know she heard him and then finally she snaps and they fuck and yay wow and hes like a mess and whiny and pathetic and yeah…!

anyways! love your mingi fic it was so good❤️

this is so long overdue, i sincerely apologize for the wait- but i'm glad you enjoyed the mingi fic !! i hope you enjoy this one too ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

── tags: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), riding, gooner beomgyu, he's noisy, masturbation, teasing, praise, begging, crying, reader is kind of a pervert, multiple orgasms, he just wants to be used, wc: 3.2k

“mmph, fuck…”

it started on a friday night. you came home from a late class and that’s when you first heard it. you took your shoes off and tossed your bag onto the nearby couch.

“please,” it was a soft sound, a whisper almost, if it not had been dead-silent in the apartment. it was coming from down the hallway, from the room that belonged to roommate, beomgyu.

you walk up to the door, it was cracked open and there was a tiny light peeking through the slit. peering in, you find your roommate jerking off. he was sat in bed, the screen of his laptop being the source of illumination in the otherwise dark room.

his head was tossed back, eyes squeezed shut, and his fist was vigorously working his cock that was leaking all over. the squelching sound almost obscene.

“fuck, so pretty-“ he breathily whines, followed by a whine of your name. he opened his eyes to look at his screen, his hips stuttering up into his hand. you squint, trying to get a glimpse at what he was touching himself to.

the laptop sat at an awkward angle, but once beomgyu's foot kicked it on a particularly hard thrust, you had to suppress a gasp when you noticed was on the screen. it was split in two, on one half there was an image on it that looked eerily like you (it was). the other half played a porn video that if you strained enough, could hear over beomgyu’s moaning.

is he watching that and imagining it’s me … you think to yourself, feeling heat pool below as you squeeze your legs together.

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beomgyu knew he wouldn’t last. he’s watched this video countless times, three times tonight. it’s the only one that resembled you enough for him to get off to. he's tried others, but this one is what really got him going.

he could feel his orgasm bubbling up as the video reached the three minute mark, his cock twitching as the boy in the video gets used, his cock getting relentlessly ridden as he squirms beneath her. he wants that to be him.

“you gonna be a good boy~” the lady in the video purrs and beomgyu immediately moans, nodding his head. "gonna cum for me," his fist speeds up, matching the pace of the video.

“yes, i’ll be a good boy,” he whimpers. if he imagined hard enough, the voice even sounded like yours. god, he needed that. you in his ear telling him how to please you, use him like a little toy, praise him when he’s doing something right. “fucking please-“ he gasps. he just wants you to take control of him.

he can’t count how many times he’s envisioned you walking in on him. laid out on the bed, legs spread, his cock pulled through his boxers as he fucks up into his hand unapologetically. tsking and shaking your head at him for being so shameless.

just as the video hit the four minute mark, beomgyu's favorite part, the lady whispers “you take it so well,” as she bounces on the lucky boys cock, tugging on his hair. he shivers, cock twitching, as his orgasm runs at him.

beomgyu moans at the same time he moans, spilling all over his hand, his third orgasm of the night hitting him full force, cum flying up to hit him in his face and land over his chest.

“mmph-!” he moans behind his hand, not wanting to be too loud. he wasn’t sure when you would be home from class (or if you already were) and he didn’t want to embarrass himself, despite his fantasies.

his hips weakly thrust into his hand, driving him to oversensitivity as he tries to make it last. it just felt so good, the rush so addicting. he feels like he could go again if he really wanted to, but he was pretty tired from cumming three times already.

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the next day, you walked out into the kitchen to find beomgyu sitting at the island. he had his glasses on and was writing something in his journal. his face was in his hand, brows cutely furrowed and he was chewing on his bottom lip.

he looked completely different from the beomgyu you saw last night whose glasses were tossed aside on the floor, hair sticking up in different directions like he was pulling on the strands, bottom lip slick with saliva.

you want to see that look on him again, but first you wanted to toy with him...

“hey,” you greet him, slowly walking to the fridge to grab something to drink. intentionally bending over a little too far, pajama shorts riding up your ass. you can hear beomgyu's pen drop against the counter and he clears his throat behind you.

“hi…” he dreamily sighs out. when you turn around, his cheeks were a light pink and he quickly diverted his eyes back to his journal when you were about to make eye contact, swallowing hard.

with a fresh bottle of juice in hand, you place it in front of him. beomgyu looks at you confused, cocking his head to the side. you feign weakness as you try to pry open the lid to the drink, faux sensual grunts making beomgyu fidget.

“open it for me, please?” you ask with sickeningly sweet smile, leaning over the counter so your chest was in view. beomgyu's eyes flitting between staring at them and at the juice in front of him.

beomgyu hesitantly takes the drink, your hands brushing past each other as you grabs it by the top. he chokes on a gasp, hurriedly opening the bottle with ease and pushing it back your way.

with a whispered 'thank you', you take a swig from the bottle. beomgyu watches the way your lips wrap around it and his dick twitches in his pants. he has to shove his face back into his journal to stop himself from gawking.

but what you say next has him short circuiting,

“good boy~” you cooed, before walking away, ruffling beomgyu's hair as you pass him. you take the drink with you and leave a dumbfounded beomgyu in the kitchen. “you’re so strong.” you add while going to your room.

he doesn't move. he keeps his head down as you go back to your room and shut the door. his face is red and his dick is throbbing, he shoves a hand into his lap to stop the aching. his hands were to shaky for him to continue writing, not like he could remember what he was writing anyway.

that night would mark the second time you would hear beomgyu masturbate. his muffled cries were loud from behind his closed door. frequent chants of your name and pleads as he fucks himself to the two simple words you uttered to him.

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achoo!

beomgyu sneezes again, laying across the couch and his head was tilted back against the arm. it was the only comfortable position he could rest and still be able to breath. his nose red and raw from the constant rubbing.

he had just come back from class, the pollen that hung in the spring air was whooping his ass. he hasn’t stopped sneezing since he’s been home. it was only a five minute walk yet...

you entered the living room just as beomgyu lets out another full-body sneeze with a groan, rubbing under his nostrils. you flinch at how loud it was and he mumbles an apology.

“don't apologize, i was just startled. would you like some allergy meds?” you ask, opening the cabinet filled with different antibiotics. you rummage around until you find the one you were looking for.

beomgyu, not being the fondest of taking pills shakes his head no. “not really, i’ll be okay… just need a nap.” he reassures, crossing his arms over his chest and slipping his eyes shut. and right after he sneezes again, painfully.

you sigh, “come here.” a simple statement, only slightly serious in tone.

but something in your voice must have had some affect on beomgyu as he stilled, his eyes opening before getting up and timidly shuffling towards you, pouting.

you pop two pills from the package and hand it to him, along with a glass of water that you poured for him.

you look him in the eyes as you say, “take it.”

and beomgyu could almost moan at how commanding you sounded, so in control. even if this wasn’t the right scenario, his mind faintly thinks back to that video… and tries not to get turned on.

he turns his head, wanting to avoid the heat of your gaze, pressing the pill to his lips. before he could slip in his mouth, you reach a hand up to gently cup his face, turning him back towards you.

beomgyu's eyes widen, his legs feel like jelly, and he has to shove the whimper that threatened to escape down his throat. he can feel his neck heating up and he prays that his face hasn't changed color.

quickly, he brings the pill to his mouth and places it on his tongue before taking in gulps of water to wash it down with along with his moans. all the while making eye contact with you, as you nod in encouragement.

“god, you took that so well…” you praise, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb and beomgyu almost chokes on his water. he sputters, trying to find the right words and pretend like his dick didn't just twitch, he didn't just leak a bit.

“h-huh?” he breathes

“im just saying, you take it well…” you repeat, and you could’ve sworn beomgyu’s eyes glazed a little at that. “the pills.” you finish, dropping your eyes to his lips that were parted and pink.

“oh r-right, the pills…” he says, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck that likely red. “i-im gonna go take that nap, let the pills do it’s job.” he mumbles, speeding off to his room and slamming the door.

it wasn’t long after that you could faintly hear the same porn video playing and beomgyu failing to contain his moans as you pressed your ear to his door with a smirk.

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you crack exactly a week after the first time you heard him. everyday until now you would hear him jacking off when you walked past his room. and it was driving you crazy... in a good way. you just wanted to hear them up close, see him lose himself like that in front of you.

you were back from your same late night class, it ran a little later than usual, but that was fine. the first thing you heard was beomgyu masturbating...this time he was super loud, not holding back as he pumps himself unapologetically. desperate cries of your name and ‘please’ tumbling past his bitten lips.

“fuck me!” he unabashedly moans.

you walk up to his room, and just like the first time, peer your head into the cracked door. he was laying down, legs bent and he was fucking up into his hand. he was sweating, it was staining the front of his shirt and his pants were tugged down just enough for his cock to be free.

his cock that was leaking copiously like he's already came, a pool of pre-cum puddling around the base of his cock and covering his hand.

"please, please, please..." he whines before loudly moaning your name. his clean hand running through his hair and tugging on them roughly.

he doesn't notice you come into the warm room, his eyes rolled shut, glasses crooked on his face, just when you walked in. you take soft steps, coming up to his bed and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.

"w-what the f..." he starts, jumping but getting nowhere as he was trapped beneath you. he opens his eyes and gasps, blinking rapidly to be sure he wasn't dreaming. he gapes like a fish, trying to find words but they have all escaped him.

"i-i-..." is all he manages.

"thinking about me," you whisper in his ear, placing your arms on either side of his head and cage him, leaning down. beomgyu wriggles under you, panting into your ear heavily.

when he doesn't respond, you continue, "to be honest with you beomie, i've been listening to you touch yourself to the thought of me all week."

"r-really...?" he stutters, his cock that was still is his sticky hand twitches. his face flushes as his skin tingles, getting impossibly more turned-on knowing that you were watching him.

you hum, leaning back to look at beomgyu. you scan his face, his pupils were blown-wide and glossy, and his parted lips were plump and you wanted to close the gape between the two of you and kiss him, not yet though...

you sit back on your lap, beomgyu still looks like he can't believe you're here right now. his eyes just follow you as you move.

"well, don't let me stop you..." you gesture to his fist that was tightly wrapped around himself and fixing his glasses so they sit on the bridge of his nose. beomgyu doesn't quite understand what you mean, eyes still concentrated on the fact that you were here and sitting on his lap.

"you want me to keep touching myself...?" he whispers. his voice small. he looks down at his red cock and then back at you.

"while i watch, yes..." you nod.

beomgyu can't contain the moan that he lets out, one of his biggest fantasies coming to be. you walking in on him and basically bossing him around. he could cum right now if he wasn't so dazed.

"o-okay," he starts moving his hand on his throbbing cock again, a long and shuddering moan comes out.

"good boy," you purr, pushing back his hair that rested on his forehead. beomgyu whimpers, his hips stuttering under you.

he immediately falls, slipping under your dominance. "yes, mmph- yes i'm your good boy." you hum in approval, dragging your hand down his chest, using your fingertips to trace his body and beomgyu arches into your touch.

you continue down, until your hands reach his cock. you pry his hands off and wrap your own hand around him. not stroking, just holding it in your hands.

"please-please do something," he cries. weakly pushing his hands up into your hand. not finding much pleasure as your grip was too tight for him to move.

"again," you coo.

"please, i'm begging you..."

you squeeze him before you start moving your fist up and down his length at a steady pace, his cock jumping in your hold.

beomgyu traps his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it as you take control of his cock. pumping him however you wanted, switching from too fast and too slow. he was almost overwhelmed, the feeling so much more than he imagined.

"w-wait-" he gasps, his orgasm approaching too quickly. too fast for him to catch and stop it. spilling over your hand, when your fingers brush his sensitive tip. "fuck,"

you watch as strings of hot cum cover your hand, tsking at how quick he came just from having your hand on him for no more than a minute.

"that was pretty quick..." you giggle. beomgyu's hands fly to cover his face that was burning, he doesn't care if there was dried cum on one of them. he was embarrassed.

truth was, beomgyu was virgin. he's never had anyone besides himself touch his cock, only imagined that you would. and now that he had it, he couldn't contain himself and ended up cumming too fast. he groans, aggressively rubbing circles into his eyes.

"t-that was my first time..." he mumbles.

"you're first time," you question before catching on and then asking, "like your first time ever?"

he nods his head from behind his hands.

"oh, that's okay..." you reassure, removing his hands from his face. and smiling at him. "we can keep going if you'd like?" you suggest, to which beomgyu shyly nods.

you shift to slip of your bottoms before getting comfortable back on beomgyu's lap. you press your hips down, grinding along the length of beomgyu, his cock slipping between your wet folds.

"f-fuck," beomgyu breaths out, his hands coming to land on your waist.

you lean closer to him, your faces inches apart. beomgyu lifts his head, wanting your lips to touch and you accept, capturing him into a heated kiss. biting his bottom lip softly and pushing your tongue in when he gasps.

you pull back, beomgyu crying at the loss, and reach behind to align his cock with your entrance. finally letting him press his cock into you.

beomgyu's eyes roll back as his mouth fall opens on a moan. it was nothing like he imagined, but so much more. it was so warm and wet and tight. he breathlessly moans your name as he pushes in until he was completely inside.

"yes beomie," you kiss him again, just a quick press for comfort.

"i-it's so good, feels so good," he needily whines, tears wetting his lashes.

you moan, sitting up and resting your hands against his chest as you slam your hips down onto him. your fingers curling and digging into the skin as you use his cock. you were dripping all over him, the sound when your hips met, loud combined with beomgyu's broken moans.

you stare down at him, his debauched look spurring you on. he looked so pretty like this, losing himself over you. completely absorbed in pleasure as his cock reaches deep into you.

"so wet, you're s-so wet," he moans, his eyes slipping shut.

"yeah?"

"mhm,"

"but you're taking it so well beomie, making me feel so good..." you moan. it was those words, always those words that brings him to his orgasm. his brain was mush, so desperate to cum, moaning wantonly, the tears that threatened to fall slide down his face and onto the sheets.

something about him knowing that he can make you feel good. that he can take whatever you give him, like a good boy... his head presses into the pillow below him, his sweaty hair spreading around him.

"i-i'm gonna fucking cum," he cries, more as a warning than anything. he could try to wait for permission, but he wasn't sure if he could honestly. his eyebrows knit together and he holds onto your waist tightly, thrusting up his hips to meet yours, the squelching of both your fluids edging him closer.

"g-god," he shakily moans as he cums for the third time, hard. more tears falling down his flushed face as he spurts hot cum deep inside of you. his body trembles as his orgasm wracks through him, a string of saliva slipping through his part lips as his continuously moans.

"so messy beomie..." you hum, licking up the saliva and kiss him deeply. catching all of his moans in your mouth as he dances his tongue with yours. "such a good boy."

beomgyu shivers, keeping his eyes closed and trying to control his ragged breathing, choking on gasps. when he cracks them open to look at you through his tears he finds you fondly smiling.

god, he hopes we can do this again.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[daylighted]

all i can think about is frat boy dean whos dating his nerdy little girlfriend and comes over to her dorm when shes studying and shes like struggling but dean tries to help her study even though he doesnt know shit😭 and then hes like “yeah i have no idea what im even saying” while hes trying to explain random crap

anyways ur theme is so cute!!

all of the classes dean was in, she was in the advanced placements for, pretty much an entire year above him. she was so damn smart that dean sometimes felt like she was humbling herself being around him and choosing him, especially in instances like this, where she'd asked him to study with her, and he realized quickly he does not know how to study properly.

"well, see," he's half leaned over her shoulder, chin resting in the little notch between her neck and arm, "the data's gotta have the answer. wouldn't be part of the question if it didn't."

dean did not have a clue what he was looking at. a table chart with so many numbers. a paragraph above it explaining the numbers and adding additional data. the practice question wasn't even multiple choice; who did that?

her smile is slow, and dean knows that again, he's said the wrong thing. but if there's one thing dean does know how to do, is dig his own grave. "like, math, right?" it was science. chemistry. whatever. "take all the numbers, add 'em up, get the average..."

well, now her eye was twitching, like a parent barely refraining from taking the pen and doing the problem themselves. dean's starting to stutter over his explanation. technically, she did ask for this, asking him for assistance, so... "then multiply the average by the number of sections on the chart. with all those steps, it's gotta be the way, baby, trust."

his beautiful, intelligent, quiet girlfriend did not say a word to argue. instead, she did something worse, and took her pretty pen out of his hand and moved the paper in front of her again. the silence was overbearing. now dean had completely abandoned his books and wanted to see this damn problem through, just out of his own disbelief. they made questions like this? without multiple choice? and all these numbers?

he, in fact, does not shut up, even as she's writing numbers and scribbling them out and repeating. "yeah, babe, to be honest? don't know what the fuck i'm saying."

"i know." two words, and she'd managed to dismantle the fragile confidence he had in chemistry-related things. "but thank you for trying to help in your own way."

she might as well have just stabbed him. "just doin' my job, pretty lady," dean saluted her, tipping his baseball cap at her before plucking it off his head and spinning it around. front facing meant business, backwards meant party. he deserved a party after the couple of braincells in his head had sparked and fizzled out. "hey, how 'bout this," the mischief in his smile is absolutely diabolical considering he was really just starting to hinder you more than anything, "every question either of us get right, we take somethin' off?"

her eyebrows raise. "you're gonna be fully clothed and i'm gonna be naked if we do that."

dean leans in to steal a kiss, that devilish grin still on his mouth. "that's precisely the point. get t'solvin', pretty lady."

she wasn't going to argue. especially not when he used precisely right in a sentence.

[ayexaye]

Blue Lock men react to the (gn!)reader taking their hoodie

First post on this account! Not new to tumblr as I had a writing account a few years ago but I'm older now so I wanted to start fresh instead of going back to the old one

Also looking for mutuals!! Especially bllk moots but there are tons of other things I'm into atm so send me an ask if you want to be moots!

Includes: Alexis Ness, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei

Warning: Slightly suggestive in Shidous part

Alexis Ness

-He gets home from practice and notices you have one of his hoodies on

-Thinks he might just have a heart attack then and there because it makes him so happy that you want to wear his clothes

-He stares at you in awe like you're the most beautiful thing hes ever seen meanwhile youre just in a hoodie and sweats

-Immediately asks if you want to take any of his other clothes

-"You look so cute in that.. anything I have is yours too!"

-Asks if he can take any of your clothes so you two can trade

-It becomes a routine for you guys to swap jackets and stuff now

Sae Itoshi

-He instantly realizes something is missing from his closet

-And then when he goes to ask you about it, he sees you wearing his hoodie

-"I've bought you plenty of things, why are you wearing my clothes?"

-But he doesn't actually care that youre taking anything

-If you try to take it off and give it back to him, he'll just stop you without explanation and tell you to keep it

-Doesnt say a word when one of his shirts goes missing a few days later

-But you do notice his eyes lingering on you even more than usual

Michael Kaiser

-I hate this man but I love him at the same time

-Oh he is insufferable about it

-He doesn't even notice he was missing one of his favorite hoodies until he saw you wearing it

-He freezes for a second when he sees you, then he gets that smirk

-"You want everyone to know youre mine so badly that you're wearing my clothes?"

-Will not shut up about it the entire day

-Starts purposefully leaving out his sweatshirts so you wear them more often

-Will start complaining if you ever stop wearing them

Shidou Ryusei

-Seeing you in it makes him pause, but that doesn't last long as he instantly gets a smug grin on his face

-He is all over you

-"Are you tying to turn me on? Cause it's working"

-He thinks its so hot when you wear his things

-He only ever wants to see you in his clothes from then on

-It makes him get a bit possessive of you sometimes, especially if you're wearing anything of his out in public

[hellspawnmotel]

haha okay okay, I'll share my thoughts (this got long whoops. lots to cover)

first of all, just to clear I'm not saying that I think toby is trying to make the fanbase assume wholesomeness in EVERY relationship he writes, or even every lesbian relationship. I don't think he did that for alphyne, I think that is just a genuinely wholesome relationship for the most part. they have some stuff to work out (mostly based around alphys' lying and insecurities) but what couple doesnt? I did theorize that toby might have kept that in mind while writing suselle specifically though, given the surface-level similarities to alphyne (which essentially just boil down to 'tough girl x shy girl'). considering that toby's been developing noelle and susie since at least 2015 I doubt that's where he started out with the two of them, but I think it's plausible it influenced how he chose to frame their scenes in the final product.

I haven't seen whatever post you're talking about discussing alphyne vs RG01/RG02, and to be frank I don't remember seeing a lot of art of the knights that was overly sexual as opposed to just cute. I do believe that there's some level of it that I just haven't encountered but I don't know if it was the best example to illustrate this point. it IS true though that when it comes to shipping, there's a trend of viewing relationships between two men as inherently more sexual than relationships between two women, because misogyny and I can't get into why that happens in more specificity without going on a massive tangent and I trust you guys already know all that.

so let's just assume that we all understand these basic societal ideals, and the fact they get subconsciously drilled into our heads whether we like it or not: the default way to be a woman is to be a domestic caretaker. gentle, kind, pure, level-headed, someone who does all she can to avoid emotional conflict. or any conflict for that matter- a well-adjusted woman hates conflict, to avoid it she'll become submissive or run away or try to mediate or just faint into the arms of a man about it. men are the ones who initiate or confront conflict, who "make things happen".

then what happens when there are no men around? if a relationship is just two women in love, and the relationship is healthy, then there must be no conflict. all you're left with is sweet and pure domestic bliss. that's when it's "wholesome". therefore, if a relationship between two women DOES involve conflict, it must be unhealthy because it means something is "wrong" with one or both of them. so to that end I think it's much easier to conclude that a ship between two women is "toxic" than a ship between two men. or a ship between a man and a woman, for that matter. picture your average romcom centered around a heterosexual relationship, and ask yourself, if everything was exactly the same but it was two women instead, would it get called "toxic yuri"?

FTR, I understand that the phrase "toxic yuri" rose in popularity and prominence as backlash against this exact kind of thinking- we want lesbian relationships that involve conflict, and calling it "toxic" affectionately is in direct response to those who argue that any relationship between two women that isnt all sunshine and daisies is unhealthy and abusive. and there are PLENTY of girl/girl pairings that I would actually describe as "toxic" in sincerity and that's the appeal and what makes them interesting. but I think the (over)use of the word has gotten to a point where you gotta look at yourself and ask if that's what your ship really is, or if you just want to use a popular phrase- and more importantly, if mislabeling these relationships as "toxic" when conflict gets involved is just looping around and perpetuating the problem in a different way.

(remembering this was supposed to be about suselle) UMM. in conclusion I think if more people start to acknowledge the conflict or potential for conflict in susie and noelle's romantic storyline then we're gonna see it called "toxic yuri" even though nothing about it has changed. and I think that on the other side of that, those who exclusively want cute and lovey-dovey suselle are prone to ignoring any conflict or even denying it's there. not all the time! but it happens.

[bikingdon]

you absolutely dont have to write this if it doesnt strike you, but i would love to see even a ficlet of eddie somehow coming to the conclusion that buck and ravi hooked up while eddie was in texas and eddie trying Too Hard to be cool about it. bonus points if eddie thinks ravi caught feelings for buck (why Wouldnt ravi catch feelings for buck??? i mean it’s buck. -eddie inner monologue) and regardless of if the hookup actually happened or not (cant decide which is funnier so dealers choice) obviously no feelings were caught and its all. very funny in the end.

i'm not entirely sure this is what you were going for??? but i hope you enjoy it all the same!!

“So, did you manage to stay out of trouble while I was gone?”

Buck laughs, a hearty thing that Eddie feels all the way down to his toes. “For the most part, I guess.” He takes a swig of his beer, letting out a slow breath. “I’m sure Ravi’s sick of me by now, though.”

Eddie pauses, beer bottle half way to his mouth as his eyes flick towards Buck, unsure as to why it feels like there’s a stone sitting in his stomach. “Ravi? He still on B-Shift?”

Buck hums, a noncommittal thing as his eyes are trained on the TV. “He ended up subbing in your spot while you were gone. We spent a lot of time together. He loved to pretend he hated it, but I think he enjoyed the company really.”

Something about the entire thing hits Eddie in the wrong way. Company. Like Eddie wasn’t lonely in Texas. Like he wasn’t actively sending Buck invites to Words with Friends everyday between trips. Like he wasn’t screaming see me in every way possible without saying it.

He fights to keep his voice even, bottle lowering to rest on his thigh. “Sounds like you two had a blast.”

“We sure did.” Buck laughs, thumb picking absent-mindedly at the label on the beer bottle in a way that Eddie’s always been secretly fond of. “There was many a night we’d leave shift together, grab an IPA and put the world to rights. Sometimes, oh man, Bobby would have us up together on station watch, and we’d get no calls during the night, and y’know what it’s like when all the chores are done.” His head tips back towards the ceiling as he grins almost to himself, a private thing that Eddie somehow thinks he shouldn’t be seeing. “I got to know him real well.”

Eddie’s eye twitches a little. He’s not jealous. He’s not. He has absolutely no reason to be. That would be stupid, given the fact that him and Buck are just friends and that he’s straight and that this thing between him and Buck has always been messy and complicated, and he was states away.

But Eddie, he’s never really claimed to be the most rational person ever.

He must’ve been silent for a bit too long, because Buck finally looks at him, his brows creasing together a little. “What is it?”

“Nothing!” Eddie assures quickly, standing from the couch. “Want another one?” He asks, nodding his head towards the bottle.

Buck’s brow furrows more as his eyes examine Eddie’s face like he’s looking for something. He’s just staring, seeing Eddie in the way he always does when suddenly he seems to find what he’s looking for, his mouth dropping open a little. “Eddie? Are you–”

“Same again?” Eddie interrupts, turning to leave when a hand closes around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He’d know that touch anywhere, wants to know it everywhere. Has felt it when he’s dying and has felt it when he’s more alive than he’s ever been.

Buck’s thumb brushes over his pulse point and Eddie lets out a shaky breath. It’s quiet for a few seconds, the TV humming quietly in the background before Buck says quietly, “Nothing ever happened, y’know?”

Eddie scrambles for a response, his mouth opening and closing a few times as his eyes are locked on the point where him and Buck connect before he finally feels brave enough to look him in the eye. “Hm?”

“Between me and Ravi.” Buck continues casually, like he’s discussing the weather, thumb tracing the skin of Eddie’s wrist. “He’s a good looking guy, but…” Buck’s brow furrows slightly, tongue poking out to wet his lips, suddenly more serious than he’s been all night. “I was waiting for someone.”

“...Who?”

Buck laughs again, a quiet thing as he tugs on Eddie’s wrist gently, like he knows something Eddie doesn't yet. “Who d’you think? I’ll give you one guess.”

[sai-int]

uhhh I'd like to request an angsty one here. we all know trauma has two results. one of which is like you try to fix yourself and not inflict your problems which you faced and the other is...you become worse. I have seen people write Simon as someone who tries to do the former but never seen angsty Simon who can't really be gentle and is always on the edge. like some madman on the verge of explosion from little sanity that holds him. how about husband!simon who can't articulate shit and is just an asshole to his wife.

I'd like to add I'm not glorifying this behaviour but rather study it. Please don't approach the idea if you don't like it ! I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable to write or read this

hi doll! thanks for the ask :) this was such a blast to write (despite the subject matter), a lot of ethel cain was listened to in order to bring out the feels

cw: wife!reader, husband!simon, simon's pov, angst

Simon Riley had never been taught how to love—only how to endure.

He had learned survival through clenched fists and gritted teeth, through hollowed-out silences that sat so deep they became his foundation. He knew how to compartmentalize pain and push through the chaos, but gentleness? Tenderness? That had no place in the battlefield of his mind.

His wife was his sanctuary in theory. Soft and warm warm, trusting. Someone willing to put up with his silences, his coldness, his anger. But Simon? Simon wasn’t the man he wanted to be for her.

He didn’t lash out with fists, no—he was better than the man who raised him. But his words were sharp, honed and deadly, like the knives he used in battle. When he felt the walls closing in, he wielded them with precision.

“You never stop, do you?” His voice would cut through the quiet of the kitchen, bitter and sharp. “Always thinkin' you can fix things. You can’t fix me. Stop tryin'.”

It was cruel, even when he didn’t mean it. He could see the way her shoulders would slump, the way the corners of her lips would frown and twitch like she was searching for a response that wouldn’t trigger another landmine. She never yelled back. She never fought him the way he sometimes wished she would.

And that was the worst part.

Because in the moments after the rage ebbed, when the quiet returned, he hated himself more than anyone else ever could.

He’d sit on the shitty recliner in the living room, head craned to the ceiling, searching for a God he knew didn't exist. He'd replay every harsh word, every time he’d shut her out, every time he saw the light in her eyes dim just a little more. He thought about apologizing, but the words stuck in his throat, heavy and jagged. What good would it do? He’d ruin it all over again the next time the walls closed in.

The irony was that he loved her. Loved her so much it terrified him. And maybe that was the problem. He didn’t know how to hold onto something so good without destroying it. But he never could let go when something's already broken.

So, he sat in silence, waiting for the day she’d finally leave, knowing he wouldn’t blame her when she did.

“Simon, can we talk?”

“Not now,” he doesnt want her to leave.

“Simon, please. I feel like—”

“What you feel is irrelevent. ” She can't go. He turned to her, his eyes dark with exhaustion. “Why do you always push? Just let go.” He won't let her.

Her lips parted, but no words came. She stared at him for a moment, the light dimming behind her irises, before she turned and walked away.

He watched her go, like always, guilt settling in his chest like lead.

Simon Riley stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his hands gripping the sink. The fluorescent light buzzed faintly above, casting harsh shadows over his face. He looked like he was barely holding it together—because he was.

The fight replayed in his mind: her soft voice, his harsh words, the look on her face when she walked away. He dragged a hand down his face, his chest tight with a hatred for himself that festered in his bones like a rot.

As he turned his head slightly, something pink in the trash can caught his eye.

He ignored it at first, turning back to the mirror. But the thought gnawed at him, whispering in the back of his mind to just look, look, until he couldn’t push it aside.

With a frustrated sigh, he crouched down and moved the crumpled tissue on top.

A white stick. Two pink lines.

Simon’s heart stopped. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at it, unmoving.

She was pregnant.

And the rot inside him lingered still. 

mlist

[koaflower]

Hello, I really love your characterization of Kaiser and your writing style! 💘 If requests open I want you to write what is the red flags of Kaiser, Hiori, Ness and Karasu about their red/green flags, thanks for your work❤️

blue lock headcanons ! ⋆｡°✩

includes. michael kaiser, alexis ness, yo hiori, tabito karasu.

a/n. this req was so fun to write !! referenced the egoist bible for this and... ego PLEASE send these boys to therapy. i'm also assuming you meant general behaviors, but i added some relationship hcs too. keep in mind, they're still just teenage boys, and most of the "red flags" are completely normal. i tried to make these as nuanced as i could bc it's unfair to categorize them as either healthy or unhealthy :)

word count. 2.3k

michael kaiser ⋆｡°✩

he’d spoil you rotten. didn’t have the luxury of growing up in a good environment, so he’ll make sure to provide it for you.

financially generous. donates to charities and organizations w/o boasting about it online. it's mostly to domestic abuse cases, animal shelters, or foster homes. causes he can identify with

def has a soft spot for children without wanting any of his own. he's afraid of turning out like his own abusive father. he'll play with them from a distance but that's all it ever is—a fleeting thought.

passionate & ambitious. he has a strong work ethic. dedicating all his time to his career keeps him distracted and gives him a sense of purpose.

painfully self-aware. he knows he's a fucked up shriveled-up piece of shit. but accepting who he is and trying to fix himself are two different things. he'll just keep covering up the bad parts with something distant. normal.

takes good care of his hygiene. now that he's out of poverty, best believe he's soaking himself in bath oils every night. skincare, hair masks, luxurious silk bath robes... i just KNOW this man smells heavenly.

kind with animals, especially strays. they remind him a little of himself, and they love you unconditionally, unlike people.

if you manage to break down his walls, he’ll never let you go. you’re always in his line of sight. he knows you won’t leave him, but he can’t be too sure, can he?

respects your privacy. if you need space, he’ll give you it. surprisingly understanding when it comes to alone time bc he values it too. if you respect his privacy, he’ll give you the same respect.

poor baby just wants to be loved. he craves a love that's domestic, unconditional, and all-consuming. tender kisses, dates to nowhere particular, your toothbrush in his cup, jacket on his chair. It unsettles him, but he keeps making excuses to keep you around longer. kaiser doesn't want a relationship built on lust, he wants to connect. and if you stick around long enough, maybe, just maybe, he'll show you his darkest parts.

🚩 assuming he DOESNT get therapy.

he's into psychology, so his first instinct when he meets someone new would be to analyze them. stance, personality, even the subtle shift of their gaze—it's more than a mere gesture to him, which makes it incredibly hard for him to trust. if he senses someone close to him growing distant, he'll sever ties first. It's a defense mechanism :(

brushes off sentiment. he doesn't want gifts and gentle touches scare him. believes kindness always comes with a motive.

takes his anger out on others. very rarely would his verbal assault escalate into physical abuse. he'd try his best to restrain himself—digging his nails into his palms, scratching his arms, isolating himself. but he's only human, and humans slip. in the case he does slip, you'll find him glaring at himself in the mirror or with his hands around his throat on the bathroom floor. he sees his father in his reflection, and it's daunting.

honestly, dating him would be like mothering him. he didn’t have a significant female figure in his life, so loving him would be cleaning up after him, cooking, etc. he'd start to expect it and depend on you for emotional support.

pulls you close and then pushes you away. def has a disorganized or anxious-avoidant attachment style. you’ll wonder if he loves or hates you on some days.

your relationship would be overglorified or picked apart online. it’s messy. vile. you'd get vicious dms and hate mail from his fan girls on the daily. he’d brush it off, call it the price of fame unless it really upsets you, but you should’ve known what you were getting into.

starts arguments over little things just for the sake of it. it's not his fault people can be so irritating sometimes, and that agitated look on your face is so satisfying.

"you're lucky, schatzi. i'm the only one that can handle you."

he doesn’t get possessive much, but he does get insecure if the threat is someone on the same level as him—a teammate or global celebrity. acts like he’s superior but he’s filled with doubts. would rather choke himself than admit it tho.

temperamental. he changes moods in the blink of an eye. you'll never know if he’ll be good or bad today. it's like waking up to a game of roulette.

dating him (as he is now) would be HELL. there WILL be tears. you’ll hate yourself, hate him, even. but then he’ll kiss you and tell you he loves and needs you, that he’s nothing without you, and you’ll be right back into his arms.

alexis ness ⋆｡°✩

can read people’s emotions like a book. it’s his greatest strength and weakness. your inner thoughts, true emotions, whether you’re uncomfortable or not, you don’t have to tell him any of it bc he can just tell.

values the little things in life & always sees the good in people. he believes in magic the way ppl believe in god, like it’ll salvage him and prove there’s more to life than the harsh environment he was raised in :(

remembers everything! likes, dislikes, anniversaries, it’s all committed to memory, no matter how inconsequential. what’s important to his loved ones is important to him. if he forgot even one thing, he’d beat himself up for not being more considerate.

incapable of lying unless it’d make the other person happy. he’s loyal to a fault (kaiser’s dog).

in relationships, he'd text hourly, just to check in. brief i miss you's and how are you's every minute you're away. ness needs constant reassurance, and unless you tell him he’s being too overbearing, he’ll continue to hover.

def a pda guy only if his partner enjoys it too. hand holding, kissing, showing you off in public, god he’d be whipped.

treats the ppl he cares for like royalty. when he’s in love, he'll devoted his entire life to his partner. there's already a space carved out for you in his mind and soul.

he’s reliable!! adapts easily and adjusts to new situations both on and off the field.

would post you online all the time. he dgaf about soft or hard launches, you’re in all of his posts, whether it’s just a hand or full face picture. his main is probably a fan account.

would tell you when he won’t be able to reply early on. never leaves you second guessing.

genuinely wants everyone to be happy. most of what he does is for the sake of others. would do any favor with a sweet smile like it’s his sworn duty in life.

his love is gentle and tender. he’d hold you close when you have nightmares, press kisses onto your temple, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear when you cry. you don’t have to worry about him crossing boundaries bc he’ll always respect your limits, even when you haven't established any.

your personal barber!! (lwk irrelevant, i just had to add this bonus. he’s so cute)

makes little sacrifices w/o thinking. he’d offer you the last bite of food or give up his seat so you don’t have to stand. it’s like second nature to him.

🚩 his dynamic w/ kaiser needs to be studied.

jealous & insecure asf. in a relationship, he'd trust you, yes, but he doesn’t trust others. they could be seeing you in the same light he does and that makes his stomach churn. wouldn't confront you abt it in fear of annoying you. he’d just stand a bit closer, get a bit clingier, and wear a wider smile as he analyzes the “threat”.

def changes himself according to who he's talking to. little things like speech patterns and texting styles to bigger things like fashion sense and mannerisms. he wouldn't even notice it himself, he's just so used to pleasing.

so passive aggressive. no one knows what’s going on behind that tight lipped v-shaped smile. won’t communicate the issue, just brushes it off with a laugh until it blows over.

codependent and needy. he puts others on pedestals & self-destructs when they don’t reciprocate or acknowledge it. he doesn’t know how to receive love, only give :(

“you won’t leave me, right?”

thrives off external validation. he needs to be needed. feels he has no purpose in life if not given one. he'll spiral if he's abandoned by someone he deeply respects or loves.

yo hiori ⋆｡°✩

sees the big picture. he's not the type to spend time fixating on unnecessary things he can't change. if asked for advice or clarity, he'd be very rational and clear-headed.

kind-hearted and accepting of others bc he knows what it's like to feel trapped. craves understanding and freedom from others.

poor boy just wanted to make his parents happy

an acts of service guy. he’d refill your glass when it’s low or lend you his jacket when you shiver. all with a smile or sometimes even thoughtlessly. it’s second nature.

passionate abt things he cares for.

actually blue lock's nonchalant 6'2 dreadhead king.

extremely loyal. i can’t see this guy cheating unless it’s with a female grand theft auto npc. but also bc it’s already hard enough for him to let someone into his space. MULTIPLE people would drive him insane.

takes proper care of his skin and body (unless he’s gaming). he looks like he’d smell like baby powder.

femboy.

dependent. he’s reliable on and off the field.

🚩 do NOT be deceived by those innocent eyes.

his type is crippled girls… hello???

needs a LOT of alone time. like a lot a lot. it’s not personal, he just feels drained when he’s around other ppl. alone is the only time he can be himself without trying to appease others. so relationships / friendships with him would feel highly unpredictable.

hyper-independent!! enjoys being alone and can handle solitude. prob stems from overbearing / hover parents. a curse and a blessing.

he’s literally a stalker?? read his light novel.

hyperfixates on video games. not inherently a bad thing, but he’d be so locked in he forgets to eat or text anyone for days. not shaming anyone who hyperfixates (im the same way), it’d just be very severe. his coping mechanism when reality feels too real.

def the type to shout slurs and leak ip addresses in cod lobbies if he loses. no wonder he works so well with isagi.

terrible at communication. wouldn’t initiate any personal conversations unless prompted, even if he’s particularly annoyed or irked by smth.

the type to imagine his enemies as video game characters and kill them in-game.

would randomly disappear one night on a random tuesday and reply to your text normally 2 weeks later. no search party is finding this guy once he's out.

def a ghoster. especially when he’s overstimulated and wants alone time. wouldn’t tell anyone, just goes offline until he’s okay again.

everything abt this guy is a contradiction.

tabito karasu ⋆｡°✩

gonna be honest, idk his character that well. pls take this with a grain of salt. there might be some mischaracterization !!

a gentleman (according to the bllk bible). his family is mostly women, so he’s well mannered and raised to be chivalrous. the type to pull out chairs, open side doors, and naturally follow the sidewalk rule. you won’t have to worry about him taking advantage of you. he’s def guarding your drink like his life’s on the line.

fucking nerd. he'd casually reference obscure documentaries or drop random history / animal facts mid convo.

hella observant. can analyze people like a book. he knows what to say to lighten the mood & can easily read the room and adapt.

gets along with ppl in all walks of life. easy conversationalist. neither overly pessimistic or overly optimistic. he's a perfect balance.

blunt asf LMAO. he’s not holding anything back. if you don’t look good in smth, he’s telling you and then helping you look for smth similar. he’d rather hurt ppl than lie to them, and that’s rare nowadays.

extremely self-aware. like kaiser, he knows what he lacks, but the difference is he actively tries to fix it. correcting himself early on, apologizing, etc.

protective w/o being controlling. a “wear whatever you want, i can fight” kind of guy. he SEES everything. if someone’s giving you looks, he’s gently steering you the other way. can’t get jealous if it’s over before it begins.

actually thinks before getting into relationships. he wouldn’t put himself in a situation he can’t get out of. extremely considerate. he’d probably warn you before becoming official.

also enjoys being alone. not out of necessity like hiori but he finds comfort in the dull ache of loneliness. wouldn’t seek it out, but wouldn’t hate soaking in it either.

knowledgable. he’s smart and enjoys learning new things. would search for friends or a partner that intellectually stimulates his brain above all else. late night philosophical talks, heated debates over call, etc.

🚩 take his hair gel away.

his fashion style is a red flag. i’m so sorry someone please burn that trench coat.

he genuinely can’t be nice to ppl he looks down on.

sees himself as extremely ordinary :( he’d probably second guess relationships or feel like he’s not good enough for you. doesn’t believe he deserves anything extraordinary.

lwk masochistic??? he likes being neglected.

sarcastic to the point you’d question if he’s joking. comes off as arrogant or rude to some people bc of this.

downplays his emotional needs. he'd cover it up w/ sarcasm and deal with it on his own. prefers not to burden ppl.

has a tendency of dismissing others' feelings or invalidating them. he wouldn’t do this on purpose, he just can’t empathize with some things. he’d drop things like “it’s not that deep” or “you’re doing too much” in the middle of an argument.

overthinker. he’d overanalyze every little thing and miss the big picture.

he’d hate big celebrations like birthdays (his own) or christmas, esp gift exchanges. feels like it’s forced and not authentic. wants to FEEL appreciated, not through materialistic products but authentic intimacy.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Making flower crowns for various crps (1/?)

I'm making these like. No bake granola balls and omg I tried some before I put it up and it's so good I'm so excited to try them when they're ready

Characters: slenderman, splendorman, ticci toby, masky, hoodie

Notes: reader is gn, this may be split into 3 parts for the characters , we will see, writing this while in a massive motivation slump chat i am struggling

CWs: none

SLENDERMAN

he already knows what youre doing long before you approach him with the crown... he does feign some level of surprise just for you albeit in the form of lightly raising his brows- he... doesnt emote that often...

he wears it for a while just for you, though he does eventually hang it somewhere so it can dry out and be preserved. he WILL raise hell if someone comes into his woods and steals it like they do his pages. it was a gift you made for him, hes not going to let some wandering hiker steal it from him

just say the word and he will bring you flowers to make more crowns, or better yet take you to where a lot of flowers tend to grow in the woods!

leaves flowers in your room or at your home for you whenever he gets the chance to gather some

SPLENDORMAN

oooooooo did you make that for him? give him a second to make one for you so the two of you can match! no really he only needs a minute or two, hes for the speed and efficiency to make one much much faster than you ever could- whether from experience or excitement or simply being built different... you werent sure!

will loop it around his hat so it rests on the brim.. will point out the specific flowers you wove into it and asks if the choices were intentional... even if they werent hes going to compliment your choices and if youre interested ramble about the meanings of the flowers you did choose

he loves daisies and sunflowers! they look so... "happy" as he puts it!

will dry the crown out so he can keep it long term

MASKY

why would you make him this? not to make him sound ungrateful, he moreso means it in a confused sense because... what use is there to wear this? it is nice, though....

dont even try to snatch it back off of his head hes going to either evade you or grip it to his head in his hands- possibly the most... expressive... youve seen him be in response to non-dangerous things

keeps it stashed away somewhere when he needs to take it off to go into the woods and do his work

he... finds himself making one for you... the process is actually quite calming for him... half of the flowers he picks are actually weeds- not that he cares about the difference. a flower is a flower regardless of where it grows

HOODIE

he likes it! you... think... the mask makes it hard to tell and he just... let you put it on top of his head- you get the feeling that he already knew you were making the crown

keeps it in a safe space, but somewhere visible so you know that he didnt through it out or trash it or whatever- he knows you put time and effort into this and hes going to let you know that hes not going to disregard it... will dry it out like his boss

one night he comes home with all sorts of plants- flowers, weeds, grass, everything he could get his hands on- in his arms and dumps them in front of you- and he starts signing...

...he wants you to show him how to make a crown too!

TICCI TOBY

initially acts like its not that big of a deal or that its really something hes interested in it... but hes shutting you down when you offer to take it back

wears it even when he goes out in the woods, will throw hands if someone snatches it off of his head or damages it in some way. he does NOT care if theyre just flowers!

attempts to dry the crown out, likely fails somewhere down the line and he feels so distraught- he knows that it was going to happen eventually but god does it do nothing to take away the disappointment.. his ass does not know how to effectively preserve plants

you both sit together making crowns

[lolliane]

Burned-out gods

Note; I want to back to writing so this is the result or whatever. Some solarflare dynamic from a guy who doesnt really what both of their deal is.

Summary; against all logic, his reluctant teammate visits zam on her flowery grave.

Did it matter praying for someone who was more dead than alive? If words could describe Zam's current state, it will be "corpse", a very woshipped one. Th light that filters through the cracks kiss her skin, trying to heal. but the sun, before her symbol, feels annoying instead. And she hoped for the moon to rise, to shelter her in a eclipse.

The vibrant oranges and pitch did not belong to the edge of Zauns, but there he was, Flame.

"Playing dead?" the rethorical question make Zam's lips twitch. She opened her eyes like it pained her (it did) just to look dissaprovingly. "Rotting doesn't solve problems, princess."

No. They did not. But again how this situation could solve at all?

"You are not welcome" she stated as a fact, because he didn't even built this place. Didn't cage her himself.

"Woogie told me to come here. Is not my problem you have no one else."

she was gonna lash out, but she was... Tired. Yes. The is the word she searched.

"Why you started pretending i'm your problem." finally decided to say after some time. "You clearly don't care about me, or mapicc. Just about your image"

Flame didn’t answer right away.

The wind through Zaun made the petals around Zam’s grave dance as if they were trying to lift her. but she stayed unmoving.

Flame looked out of place here, as he always did, fire among flowers, a burning core sorrounded by dirt.

Zam couldn't help but think she said the wrong thing, again.

“I don’t care about image," a stone thrown into the water “I care about not fading.”

The response was dismissive “Same thing.”

“No, it’s not.” He crouched now, fingers brushing one of the flower stems poking through the cracks. It curled slightly at his touch. “I’m afraid of death,” he admitted, and unadorned tone used. Was the only honest thing he’d said all season. “Not the dying part. The being forgotten part.”

Zam shifted slightly, just enough to show she was listening even if she didn't forgive. Because everyone (stubborn thought) deserved at least someone who actually heard them.

"You think I didn’t care about Mapicc. That I don’t care about you. But you’re wrong.”

“hah? Is this the part where you cry and i'm suppose to feel empathy?”

His head shook even if he laughed for a bit (more out of habit, really)

“No, This is the part where I tell you I made a mistake that I don’t know how to fix. And you hate me so much you won’t even let me try.”

Zam blinked, slowly, wishing internally for the earth to split and swallow him. But nothing goes as princezam wishes, ever.

“I don’t want you to try," the quiet desperation was painful even for him. "I want you to leave me in peace. Let this server forget me. You’ll never understand what it’s like to carry the kind of guilt that makes the sunlight feel like a Punishment.” She pressed a hand against her chest, the flowers there immediately wilting under her palm. “I loved him, Flame, Not the way you love your power, or your image, or your little unkillable myth. I loved him. And now I rot.”

The blindfold made it hard to know if he was feeling anything at all. But the way his demon tail curled... he wasn't unnafected.

"Want the truth? I came here because I thought I wasn’t the only one who lost something they can’t get back.”

"And what did you lose, Flame?”

"Someone who believed I could be fair.”

And Zam?

Zam could relate.

Two burned-out gods, sitting in a grave. None forgiven. Unhealed. But together? Comfortably alone.

[leahrintarou]

Hey this might sound weird but I’ll do my best to explain could you do a suna fix where he works for you dad working on cars together at you family owned garage that is on you property and you two secretly like talk and other stuff ;)

✩₊˚.⋆ DENIAL - suna rintarou

CW: swearing, make out sesh (suggestive maybe), petname "angel" used, y/n is in denial, suna is in love. he's a tease, reader uses she/her, i love this man oml Word Count: 2.3k Author's Note: DOESNT SOUND WEIRD AT ALL, ANON! i hope you enjoy :). ty for reading. make sure to send in a request if you ever have any ideas that you want me to write <3

y/n wiped sweat from her brow, leaving behind a stripe of grease residue. she was currently working at the family owned car shop that he dad has been around ever since she was a child. the second she was able to gold things on her own, she's been by her dad's side helping him every chance she got. she loved it and couldn't imagine a better lifestyle.

however, there was a catch that came in the form of suna rintarou. he stood a few feet away from her, finishing up the final touches on one of the cars that was recently dropped off at the shop for a maintenance check. a lazy smirk was on his lips when y/n's eyes caught his figure.

"its rude to stare, y/n."

y/n was tempted to throw the tool in her hand directly at him but thought twice, opposing from the idea. "i rather stare at a wall. don't flatter yourself." she rolled her eyes. that might've been a lie and might've been the truth. suna was attractive, that she could confidently say about him. however, she would often catch herself admiring him way too often.

how his bottom lip always tucked between his teeth as he was focused, his lazy and low-lidded gaze that would intimidate any customer that showed up, hence the reason why he called y/n over anytime assistance was needed.

"all you have to do is give them a little smile, dude."

"why would i smile at a stranger who expects me to charge them a penny for a week's worth of work?"

suna chuckled at y/n's words. he was dressed in loose fitting jeans that were stained with oil. his hoodie matched that oil stained design and somehow, he was still able to make it appear to look like something out of a fashion magazine.

"right, sure." he shook his head, leaning against the car after shutting it's hood. "you know the more you deny it, the more i know that you like me, right?"

"me liking you? your cockiness makes me sick." she shook her head. "if i had to choose between you and oil spill, id pick the oil."

suna didn't miss a beat. "you say that now, but it sounds like you'd enjoy getting dirty here with me."

her pulse quickened, and she cursed herself for reacting. he always did this-teased her just enough to make her flustered, but not enough to cross a line. he'd been working here for months now, and ever since he'd started, it had been a constant back-and-forth between them.

she liked to pretend he annoyed her, but he had this frustrating ability to crawl under her skin and make her feel things she didn't want to admit. her dad was in the back, probably fixing some engine part, leaving her alone with suna in the main garage. she grabbed a rag and wiped her hands, desperate for a distraction.

"you got something to say, or are you just going to stand there grinning like an idiot all day?" she muttered, turning her attention to the car in front of her. "hey, i'm actually working here," suna said with mock innocence as he bent under the hood of a car. "just trying to keep this place running smoothly. you should thank me, y'know? without me, your dad would be way more stressed."

she rolled her eyes. "you're delusional. dad could run this place fine without you. suna's eyes flicked up to meet hers from under the hood, a mischievous glint in them. "maybe, but it's more fun having me around, isn't it?"

her face heated up again, and she cursed under her breath. how did he always manage to get under her skin like this? "you're lucky you're good with cars," she muttered, pretending to focus on the engine. "otherwise, you'd be out of here."

"i’ll take that as a compliment," he said, standing up and stretching, his hoodie riding up just enough for her to catch a glimpse of his toned stomach. he smirked when he noticed her staring. "like what you see?"

she scowled and threw the rag at him, which he caught effortlessly. "you wish, suna."

"yeah, i do," he shot back, leaning closer. his voice dropped, teasing, but softer. "come on, y/n. you can’t pretend you don’t like me forever."

she swallowed, not trusting herself to speak. she hated how easily he could fluster her, how he always knew exactly what to say to make her heart race. but he was also frustratingly right. as much as she tried to ignore it, there was something about him that drew her in. the teasing, the flirting, the way he always seemed so calm and collected, like nothing ever rattled him—it was annoyingly attractive.

"i can try," she muttered, turning her back to him.

he chuckled again, but it was softer this time, more genuine. "you’re fun to mess with, you know that?"

"glad i could be your entertainment," she deadpanned.

"you make it too easy," he said, leaning against the car again, watching her. his gaze was heavy, and it made her skin tingle. "but seriously, y/n. you’re not fooling anyone. i know you like me."

she huffed in frustration, finally turning to face him. "what makes you so sure?"

suna’s grin widened. "because if you really hated me, you wouldn’t let me get away with half the stuff i say to you. and you wouldn’t get all flustered every time i do this—"

his thumb met with the area just above her eyebrow, wiping away the smudge of grease. her breath hitched, and she cursed herself for reacting. his eyes locked onto hers, and for a second, the playful teasing was gone, replaced by something deeper, something that made her stomach flip.

she slapped his hand away, even though her heart was beating out of her chest. "you’re so full of yourself."

"maybe," he said, his voice low. "but that doesn’t mean i’m wrong."

she hated how right he was. she hated how he made her heart race, how he always seemed to know exactly what buttons to press. but more than anything, she hated that she kind of liked it. before she could respond, her dad’s voice called out from the back of the garage. "y/n! suna! i need a hand back here."

she jumped at the sound, grateful for the interruption. quickly wiping her hands in a rag, she turned toward the back. "coming!"

suna followed her, his presence a little too close for comfort. as they approached the back where her dad was working on a stubborn engine, she tried to shake off the lingering tension. but suna, of course, wasn’t about to let it go.

"hey, y/n," he whispered as they walked, his breath warm against her ear. "you never answered my question."

"what question?" she muttered, refusing to look at him.

he leaned even closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "do you like what you see?"

instead of answering, she clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, and settled on throwing her elbow back to meet with his abdomen. he caught it just in time and pulled her back to him.

"that's not nice, angel."

"oh, fuck off."

---

hours later, after her dad had gone home and the sun was setting outside, the garage was quiet. she and suna were the only ones left, finishing up the last of the work for the day. the silence between them was heavier now, the teasing from earlier still hanging in the air.

"you’re quiet," suna commented as he wiped down his tools. "something on your mind?"

"nope," she lied, trying to focus on organizing the wrenches on the wall.

suna smirked, walking over to her. he stood behind her, his presence looming, and she could feel the heat of him even though he wasn’t touching her. "still mad at me for making you flustered earlier?"

"i wasn’t flustered," she scoffed.

he chuckled, and she felt his breath on her neck. "sure you weren’t." she spun around, glaring at him. "what do you want, suna? why do you always have to mess with me?"

his smirk faded slightly, and for a moment, his expression softened. he stepped closer, and suddenly, she felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room.

"maybe i just like being around you," he said, his voice quieter now. "ever think of that?"

'well you make it hard for me to like being around you' she thought to herself.

y/n stared at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. this wasn’t the usual teasing suna; this was different. she opened her mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.

suna reached out, his fingers brushing her arm, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "you're killing me, y/n."

her heart pounded in her chest, and she hated that he was right. she hated that, despite all the teasing and banter, she actually liked him. more than she wanted to admit. "you’re insufferable," she muttered, but her voice lacked its usual bite.

suna’s lips twitched into a small smile, and he stepped even closer, closing the distance between them. "maybe. but you still like me."

she rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. "unfortunately."

suna grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "knew it."

y/n barely had time to react before suna closed the space between them, his lips crashing against hers in a way that was both surprising and inevitable. there was nothing slow or gentle about it—it was hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long. her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t pull away. instead, she found herself pushing into the kiss, gripping the front of his hoodie as if she needed to anchor herself to something real.

suna’s hands found her waist, fingers digging into her sides as he pulled her closer, pressing her back against the workbench. she sighed against his lips, her heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire, every touch of his lips against hers sending sparks down her spine.

he broke the kiss first, just enough to rest his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the heated space between them. his voice, usually full of teasing, was low and rough. “this is what you were in denial of for so long?”

y/n blinked up at him, her mind still spinning from the kiss, trying to find her words. “shut up—” but her voice came out breathless, and she hated how easily he unraveled her.

suna’s lips curved into a slight smirk, though there was something softer in his eyes now, something that made her chest tighten. “you’ve been pushing me away for so long,” he murmured, hands warm against her skin. “but i think you wanted this just as much as i did.”

“you’re wrong,” she tried to snap back, but the way her voice shook betrayed her. she hated that he was right, hated how much she wanted him, how much she had been pretending not to feel anything.

“yeah?” he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “then tell me to stop.”

y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. her mind was screaming at her to push him away, to tell him he was wrong, but her body wasn’t listening. instead, her fingers tightened in the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer. “i hate you,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

suna chuckled softly, leaning down to brush his lips against hers again. “you don’t hate me.”

this kiss was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. y/n’s breath hitched as his hand slid up her back, pulling her flush against him. she could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat through his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.

when they finally pulled apart, suna’s eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them, his smirk replaced by something more serious. “you can’t keep pretending you don’t feel anything,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent.

y/n bit her lip, her heart still racing, her mind a mess of emotions. “and what if i don’t want to feel this?” she asked, her voice shaky.

suna’s gaze softened, and he reached up to cup her face, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “then stop lying to yourself,” he said quietly. “because i’m not going anywhere.”

her chest tightened at his words, the sincerity in them catching her off guard. she didn’t want to admit how much she cared, how much she had been holding back. but in this moment, with his lips inches from hers and his hand still resting on her cheek, it felt impossible to keep pretending.

without saying another word, she leaned in again, capturing his lips in a kiss that was softer this time, less rushed, but just as intense. she didn’t know what this meant, didn’t know what would happen after tonight. but right now, with suna’s arms around her and his lips against hers, none of that seemed to matter.

suna wiped his hands on a rag and tossed it aside, the sun casting an orange glow through the garage windows. the day had slowed down, leaving only the two of them, the steady hum of the shop’s quiet settling around them. he stretched lazily, catching y/n’s eyes on him for a split second.

“alright, i’m heading out,” he said, his voice smooth as always. his eyes lingered on her, softer than usual. “you need anything before i go?”

y/n shook her head, busying herself by wiping down a tool. “nah, i’m good.”

suna took a step toward the door, hesitating for a moment. the smirk on his face softened into something gentler. he gave her one last look before heading out.

“see you tomorrow, angel,” he called over his shoulder, his tone light, almost teasing.

y/n glanced up, catching his eyes just as he disappeared through the door, the sound of his voice leaving a warmth in the air even after he was gone.

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[sixstepsaway]

so here's the thing

i've seen a bunch of people say on twitter and stuff how... ed's behavior is very abusive and his anger is dangerous and he isn't romantic lead material because of it

and i get where they're coming from

but to me the main issue isn't putting ed in the position of a romantic lead, but not crafting the narrative around his characterization so that it allows for a spicy romantic pirates-in-love narrative instead of...whatever this is.

i'm going to try and explain this. idk if i'll do well but i'll try

the way she show presents stede is as an innocent baby who isn't really equipped for pirate life. he goes into a fugue/disassociative state whenever there's any real violence, apparently, and needs protecting by other characters when things get too rough - for example when ed is telling ned lowe not to take the poker to stede.

that's fine! it's honestly adorable to see a masc character being so soft around the edges and being protected by other characters this way.

(i'm not going to touch on stede's... eh... not great characterization this season rn)

then there's izzy, who is shown as a bit violent, a bit rough around the edges. he's more likely to draw a sword or throw a punch or hit someone with a chair or take a punch like a champ. violence is just part of life for him and that's okay, it just Is, from small things like smacking stede on the ass to bigger things like being wall slammed, it's not all that big or bad for violence to happen around and with him, he tends to give as good as he gets (there's some nuance here but i'm talking the macro themes not the micro of what izzy does vs is done to him)

and finally there's ed

ed is presented as violent (stabbing knives at guys, telling fang to use the snail fork etc) and used to a life of violence, and then in season 2 he's presented as really violent, his anger coming out in dangerous and terrifying ways

and frankly, i'd be super into it if he and izzy were the main ship and that twisted dynamic from the first two episodes of s2 was explored and fleshed out into something deeper

friends to enemies to lovers who fight and fuck. angry pirates who lay hands on each other, who break the whole ship with each other in the heat of passion.

except instead, s2 gives us... abuse. it gives us izzy cringing and lowering his head and trying to protect the kids crew from ed's angry outbursts.

so when stede comes back and he's still soft around the edges and ed headbutts him and it's deliberate, it's... not a great look, and the vibes are a bit skewed

if stede fought back, if when ed struck out at him he struck back, if they fought rather than it being one-sided, if it was friends to enemies to lovers and not presented as healthy, but maybe they can work their way there, who knows, maybe even more like anne bonnie and mary read because hey, they were doing something very similar?

except they were both into it. they were both enjoying the fighting and the fucking and the burning down the house.

stede's not enjoying it.

i cannot describe how much i hate this sequence just because of the way stede flinches

anne and mary don't!! mary jumps at the unexpected bang but she doesnt flinch, she doesn't cover her face like she thinks the vase will be coming for her not the wall and anne? looks so into it

and the thing is that in real life, no, you don't want to date someone who throws shit around, or headbutts you

but in fiction when it's two fucked up people doing this shit together like anne and mary?

that can be fun.

but instead what we've been given is stede flinching and apologizing to ed and then all of ed's...what, semi-redemption???? is done away from the other collection of people he abused, and then he spends some time on a fishing boat wearing a dog collar and everything is fine because he's good now and won't be doing anything bad ever again

and it's just... poor writing. the vibes are rancid.

i spent a really big chunk of time between s1 and s2 defending ed. i kept saying how what he did to izzy by making him eat his toe wasn't abuse, it was a one-off and abuse isn't a one-off thing it's a pattern, and then s2 made it a pattern.

explicitly. explicitly a pattern.

not just one toe but three.

jim saying "you're in an unhealthy relationship with blackbeard"

and all ed offered izzy was a "sorry about your leg" which might've been fine if izzy survived and they could work on this more, but instead that's all the apology and closure izzy will ever get

ed threw a chair and a vase and made stede flinch in fear and stede was right to do that. what part of any of this implies this will never happen again? that stede won't press the wrong button at some point and be on the receiving end? none of it

and if we'd been presented with a s2 stede bonnet who could handle himself and stand up for himself and fight back, then maybe i could imagine that turning into a weird sexy fucked up anne/mary like thing and maybe that could be why they put that episode in, but instead it feels like that episode was going, "look, see, ed's violence is fine because these two are fine with it with each other"

but stede isn't

ed and izzy or ed and stede in an unhealthy battle of a relationship could be such a fun, interesting and downright sexy thing to watch unfold on tv, and could honestly end somewhere far more down the chill end of the spectrum, but that's not what we've been given here

i cannot argue that ed isn't an abuser anymore, and not just of izzy but of the whole crew. he terrified frenchie.

it's not good writing to try and lean into the idea that ed and the pirates are violent and live a life of violence, so it's okay that ed's been violent, while simultaneously presenting his violence as traumatic and abusive, and then less than three episodes later saying oh it's fine now, he's just a little meow meow who can do no wrong, see?

especially considering they had him murdering people at the end of the season. and sure, you can say the english are just cannon fodder and they dont 'count', but they did before. ed explicitly did not kill before, and that included the english, or the spanish, or anyone else. so either they count or they don't, but flipping him on a dime makes no sense.

ALSO

having ed be the son of an abusive man who threw plates at his mother and made her cringe and then having ed kill his father to protect his mother and then a season later having ed become the kind of man who throws chairs and vases and makes his love interest cringe is, again, not bloody optimal

i want to say again i dont CARE about tv always presenting healthy relationships or tv always giving us aspirational goals. i want messy fucked up dynamics and terrible people making terrible choices, and still, to this day, i fucking love ed teach. i would honestly love to have seen them continue with ed's darkness and bring stede into it and see where they went with that, to have stede kill ned lowe and not just bury his feelings in ed but get off on it, enjoy the violence, and see where that led, but no

and so instead all we end up with is a protagonist who is being set up for a lifetime of abuse from an intimate partner, and a romantic lead who abuses his love interests (and yes. izzy is a love interest, he is set up like one and positioned like one and treated like one), frightens his love interests with his violence, is erratic and most of all inconsistently written. he was so sorry about scaring fang as though he hadn't been deliberately terrifying the whole crew for fuck knows how long? what?!

the whole fandom has spent so long saying, "no no, i know stede bonnet irl was a slave owner, but ofmd is using the names and not any real piracy, it's more disney piracy, you know? so that kind of stuff doesnt exist!" and then they flipped around and went "blackbeard is blackbeard and so he is evil and does all these horrible things" and i dont know how to rationalize the two sides of that because it feels so out of place

i'm getting rambly, this isnt a particularly well constructed thought process, i just feel like we were robbed both of a toxic, violent relationship that could be fun to see explored on tv and a soft and sweet love story between two middle aged men exploring their first loves in one fell swoop and there's no way for s3 to bring either of those things back because they got utterly torpedoed by making ed a horrible person

ugh

[littleplantfreak]

Down to my level

Headcanons Ft. Umemiya Hajime, and Togame Jo

These guys are 6'2 and I think 6'1 respectively so have some writing about being shorter than them cause I'm 5'7ish and wanna climb them like a tree literally. Some ended up not being about height because i got off track thinking about Ume's arms //shrugs

Umemiya Hajime

Loves ruffling hair and he thinks it's endearing when you try to do it yourself to him. Catch him while hes squatting in the garden for perfect ruffling opportunities. (maybe a smooch or two as well)

He will seat you on things when he's kissing you so he doesn't get a cramp in his neck, or better yet just wrap your legs around his waist and he'll hold you up. Give those big arms of his a workout, he'll be more than happy to hold you.

Can't help but grab things for you if they're too high. If you have a problem with that he makes sure to have a step stool. (Just stop putting things so high? Nah he thinks it's cute when you're on your tip toes)

King of carrying - once again he is a big guy so he can do princess carries, piggybacks, fireman's carry, you name it. He's even tried carrying you under his arm like a football though it's not the cutest carry to be in.

He's easy to pick out in a crowd even if he didn't have white hair so you don't really have to worry about losing him.

Blocks out the sun really well or if you're hiding from someone you can basically disappear behind him.

His height also helps in games of chicken fights when you're in the pool or at the beach. Sturdy af AND tall? Y'all are unstoppable no matter how short you are.

"How's the weather up there?"

"Oh! Wanna find out?" Before you can answer he's wiping his hands off and scooping you up effortlessly, arms looped around your waist. Hands resting on his shoulders, you're a few inches taller than him like this. "What do you think?"

"Crystal clear skies...approximately 76 degrees fahrenheit and," you lick the tip of your pointer finger, sticking it out, "wind is blowing from the west. Not to mention the scenery up here is so much prettier than down there." He puffs out a laugh when you gaze at him a little lovestruck as you say the last part.

"You think I'm pretty?" he whispers, looking up at you for once.

"Illegally so." Your answer is so serious it's got his heartbeat taking off and he couldn't fight the smile if he tried.

"Y'know my normal weather man told me the exact same thing this morning!"

"So he's my competition?" You huff and giving him a pat on the arm signalling for him to put you down. Instead, he lowers you just enough so you're eye level with him, noses brushing lightly. Being this close you can smell the dirt from his gardening and the lingering of his minty shampoo from earlier this morning.

"You win every time sweetheart."

Togame Jo

Uses his height for good - usually. Kisses the top of you're head when you aren't paying attention to him.

If you're a brat he'll hold something you want just high enough for you to start jumping for it (thats the evil). He's impossible to knock down or and weighing his arm down to grab it doesnt work either. If Choji's around you can enlist his help in getting it since his jumps are always impressive. He accepts payment in candy though.

Also a carrier. He likes piggybacking you places the best. Especially in the winter cause you're extra toasty.

He's good at typing hair up and can help whenever you have a bad hair day. He's got a full view so he'll fix it as soon as its messed up.

loves being dragged down by his shirt to be kissed. He wears that gi sometimes though I don't know if thats the correct name for what he wears. In jiu jitsu its really solid and tough near the neck areas so you can pull and maneuver you're partner around? In any case when I see him wearing it I just wanna cross collar grip it and drag him on the floor (lovingly I swear) (I think its a gi?? I know he wears monks clothes so they might just be really similar)

You are not in a good mood. Togame's holding the last strawberry ramune over your head with a small frown and refuses to give it back. If anything you should be the one frowning. Sure you snapped at him because you were a bit grumpy, and it wasn't even his fault but you're tired, it's raining, and thats the last strawberry ramune.

"All ya gotta say is 'sorry' doll. I'll even open it for you if you want." he drawls slow as ever.

"I can get it," the words are punctuated by small hops and desperate grabs at air. You're even more winded than before and Togame's just deciding whether he should give in when Choji rounds the corner. A small gasp as a light bulb goes off in your head seeing Shishitoren's leader. "Choji I CHOOSE YOU!" You yell, pointing straight at the drink being held hostage. He moves before any thought can cross his mind as he makes a high jump between the you and Togame, successfully grabbing your prize. As he's handing you the ramune, you root around your hoodie pocket for the last few candies and trade him.

"Nice doing business with you! That wasn't very nice though Kame-chan" Choji chirps and waves before being lured away by the sounds of the other members laughing and talking about going out for karaoke.

There's a moment of quiet before you peek to the side to stare at your boyfriend. You realize you haven't been nice either and bite the bullet. Roll the ramune over in your hands, you look down at your feet.

"I'm sorry I've been grumpy at you. Think I'm just tired. 's no excuse but-" The drink is gone, being popped open by deft hands before Togame gives it back with a silent nod.

"There's a couch in one of the rooms down the hall. Want me to carry you?"

"You gonna lay with me?"

"That's the plan, yeah." Whether it's from the weather or from fighting with you, you can tell he's tired too.

"Good. And yes please." Your voice is soft as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"There's my sweet girl," he grunts, hoisting you up in a princess carry and making his way to one of the back rooms further from the noise of the other boys in the theater.

[magicalink]

Do they fuck or do they make love?

Headcanons with no specific AU! Mainly character x reader but it ended up implying character x character ships too in sime characters. I wrote this headcanons and when I was reading them to my boyfriend (who is my only beta reader) he started giving his opinions about them and I found his comments absolutely hilarious so I decided to include them! 🤣 First go my headcanons about the character and then my boyfriend's comments indented. Some of them are unhinged 🤣

Venti: Depends on the partner and the situation. He adores making delicate love to you but he's always up for a quickie in the middle of the house, the forest, anywhere and anytime you're willing. And oh Archons, is he intense when he does any of the two! He likes sex to be THE experience, and he tends to be over the top when it comes to it. Also an uncontrollable moaning machine.

Bf: Nah, he fucks. All the time. Cuz he is drunk all the time. We all know his only love is alcohol. I agree on the moaning machine part though, he is loud and doesn't care if others hear.

Diluc: Makes love. He has no time for sex if it's not with the love of his life. Doing it with him is a ceremony to remember. Expect long sessions full of kisses, heartwarming confessions, and body worshipping.

Bf: Accurate. Total gentleman. He only makes love. And possibly the first time you do it he will propose to you the morning after.

Childe: Fucks. He is all in for the adrenaline and pleasure in life, whether it's battle or it's lust. He wants to dive in and feel as much as he can,the more intense and dangerous, the better.

Bf: A fucking degenerate. He loves violence and competition and if he doesn't get it in sex then he's not interested. More of a masochist than a sadist, don't be surprised if you fight him and he ends up insinuating sexually to you. Especially if you're winning the fight. He wants to get beaten up. To sum up, he has a very weird way of "making love"...

Xiao: Makes love. To him, it's something sacred that should be shared with the people you love and respect the most. Will worship every inch of your body and be desperate to convey his feelings to you. Will focus completely on your pleasure, so make sure to calm him down and reward him a bit too!

Bf: Turbo virgin who self cock blocks all the time. He is always afraid: of hurting you, of making you uncomfortable, of saying something wrong, of looking at the wrong place...If you moan he asks you if you're okay. He gets soft all the time because he is afraid of hurting you. He has suicidal thoughts half the encounter. But yeah he makes love.

Albedo: Who knows, really. He's still studying what's the difference between the two. And he sure is doing an experiment and carefully studying it when he has sex with you. To be perfectly clear, he loves you, but this whole thing about sex and human relationships is new to him so he's trying to understand all these new feelings. 

Bf: "Making love? Fucking? What is that? I'm the chalkman." Doesnt have a dick and if he had, he is not interested in human relationships at all. But if you manage to fuck him he would be writing down notes about it the whole time.

Scaramouche: Fucks because he thinks giving in to love will make him weak.💔

Bf: Fucks and he only thinks about his mommy issues while doing it. He only fucks to dissociate. And if you treat him with basic human kindness he will start seeing you as a maternal figure so be careful.

Wanderer: Now understands that lying about his feelings is the true form of weakness and doesn't want to waste a single more second of life, he makes love to you making sure he makes crystal clear how he feels about you: in the most explicit, toe-curling, fluid dropping way he can. If you like it hard, prepare to be smacked until you can't sit the following day.

Bf: He's gone to therapy so the mommy issues are better but he's still annoying af. He plays hard to get and pretends not to be committed but the truth is he's just being tsundere and hiding the fact that he is eating from the palm of your hand.

Kazuha: Makes the finest comfiest love in the world. Fucks like a horndog when he's drunk or high but won't stop telling you how crazily he loves you while doing it.

Bf: He is high af the vast majority of the time and during sex, it's no exception. If you manage to fuck him sober he will be the super reflexive and emotional type that cries during sex. But he fucks you lovely but won't make love to you, he only makes love with the love of his life Tomo, the rest of you are his cattle. He's a super friendly guy so after sex he will share his weed with you.

Gorou: He's a gentleman who wants to become good at making love but is extremely shy and gets flustered easily so he fucks sloppily. An adorable sight to behold!

Bf: I agree he is a little gentleman.

Tighnari: Makes love. Except when he's in heat. Then you have to be prepared if you wanna handle him. 

Bf: another stoner. He would experiments with aphrodisiacs all the time, makimg them into weird salts or sth.

Cyno: Very similar to his jokes. He's completely sure he's giving his best at making love to you or Tighnari and showing you his devotion, but his poker face, stoic manners, and scary appearance make him look like he's angry fucking you. He doesn't get what he's doing wrong and doesn't do it on purpose. But it doesn't matter since you know him very well and not only are you used to his antics but you also have become sensitive to his very subtle changes of expression.

Bf: He can't help bit to tell bad jokes when he fucks. Self cockblocks himself all the time: either he goes soft in the middle of the act because he's laughing at his own jokes or he makes so cringy jokes that his partner gets uncomfortable and leaves. He can't help it, if he doesn't get them our he will explode.

Itto: Fucks wildly but it's his way of making love. He is just too brute to control the size and strength of his body, especially when he is under the effect of the feral feelings he has for you. 

He loves you so much he can't help but to pick you up like you're a potato sack and swirl you in the air like you are a rag doll and take you with him everywhere. When he hugs you he leaves you breathless, when he kisses you he leaves you all sloppy and when he fucks you…well he leaves you sore for weeks but let's say it's totally worth it!

Bf: totally disagree! It would be so hard to fuck him, he would be clueless and friend zone or family zone you all the time. If you tell him you wanna be more than friends he would say "Superfriends??" With the biggest smile. And if you manage to fuck him he would be super careful, he knows he is a brute and is scared of hurting you.

Thoma: Makes super lovey-dovey love. Always double-checks if you're comfortable and enjoying the experience. Knowing he's making you feel good makes him glad and arouses him so don't be shy and tell him if he's doing it well!

Bf: nononono, absolutely wrong, you're blinded by his looks. He is a degenerate masochist and he only fucks Ayato. They have this weird dynamic where he literally acts as his dog.

Ayato: Another one who depends on the partner and situation. Honestly, he's so overworked that he desperately needs a good fuck. Ok maybe many of them. But not only he doesn't have the time, but also he can't be seen sleeping around due to his political position, so probably he'll only get to have sex when he finally finds the person he wants to marry. He hopes to be able to marry someone he actually loves instead of marrying for political reasons. So if you're the lucky one, expect heated sessions of lovemaking from this touch-starved man! Also, he'll love you but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop being a merciless tease 👀

Bf: Degenerate sadist who only has eyes for Thoma and makes him go through so much weird stuff they don't even remember what is to have normal sex. Tying him up and putting him on a leash is the most normal thing out of what they do.

Kaeya: Fucks. He lives for the spectacle and the mystique of it. Also, he's super popular around Mondstadt and wherever he goes so he sleeps around a lot. He has tons of admirers from both sexes and he makes sure to reward their love and devotion. He knows exactly how to please people, how to exacerbate his natural beauty and how to leave them crazy for him. He's simply so erotically natured. Probably the most experienced guy you know in the field. 

Bf: Agree. Turbo slut. No more comments needed. If he manages to open his heart he can be sensitive. But that only happened once and it was with his own reflection in a mirror.

Heizou: Fucks lovingly 💕 He loves teasing and making his partner flustered. People and relationships are simply so fun and fascinating to him. And when he gets to be sexually intimate with someone it's even better! If you end up involved with him, be prepared to be taken to your limits.

Bf: Another degenerate. Probably makes you pretend you're a criminal to chase you around town. Pretty sadistic and I can imagine him having yandere tendencies. A cool guy though. When he is not horny.

Al Haitam: Zero interested in the matter. Until he met you. He is learning everything from scratch and even though he's always been a fast learner in everything, this subject is particularly hard since he needs to stop rationalizing and let his feelings take control for once. But his feelings for you are pretty intense, so little by little he is learning how to make love to you 💚

Bf: I imagine him as a turbo aspirator 3000. He would suck your soul out of your genitals. If you manage him to make him interested in sex, which is highly unlikely because he is like 0 interested in any kind of human contact. I picture him having sex with Kaveh and Kaveh would be a pillow princess and Haitham despite being the kind of guy who always sits down and just reads books he would be restless in bed, doing all the job and moving him around.

Kaveh: Another sweet-sweet love guy! He'll make sure to treat you like a princess and spoil you rotten in and out of the bedroom. He'll do the corniest expressions of chivalry but please bear with him, it genuinely comes from his heart. But if you want to see a more sloppy and wrecked side of him, you can always seduce him after he goes to the bar…

Bf: Sassy pillow princess. Or prince? Idk how to say it. He doesn't do anything but he will be all the time criticizing or praising what you do like a talent show judge. "Come on? Is it the first time you suck a cock or what?" You can imagine this kind of behavior is what infuriates Al Haitham and motivates him to go feral and fuck him around the whole house until he shuts the fuck up.

BONUS: This is an old draft but now that Neuvillete and Wriostheley are out, we couldn't let them out! So for this, we are interchanging roles, my bf will give you his headcanons and I will comment!

Bf: I'm 100% sure both Neuvie and Wriot are completely opposite in bed from their personalities in public. Our chivalrous and calm Neuvie is a pasional beast in bed. He is unsatiable, he is a dragon after all. Gives me the same vibes as Zhong Li who acts super calm but when fucking Childe he destroys 3 hotel rooms every night (exactly the type Childe loves. He got a crush on him when he struck him down at Fontaine's court. I'm sure Zhong Li will get jealous when he finds out and we will have some dragon drama going on) Back to Neuvie, he is super feral but he doesn't fuck, he makes love. It's his draconic way of making love. He is also very emotional and if he likes you, after having sex and having calmed down, he will open his wallet and start showing you the pictures of his 300 Melusine daughters and tell you their names and each of their jobs. He is a very proud dad.

Wriothesley loves you from a distance. While you fuck he is super sweet and loving, but during everyday life, he sucks at showing his feelings. He reminds me of the dad of Komi San, super silent but full of love. He communicates through glances (like a dog). Everyone thinks he is a bad boy but he's a super sentimental guy (won't admit it though) If you give him a gift he will treasure it forever and if someone breaks it or steals it from him he will beat them up.

One of his phrases would be "If something happens to my schmoochpsiepups I will kill everyone in Teyvat and then myself," and when he messes up with you for being unable to show his emotions he goes to a karaoke and sings "Baka Mitai" all depressed. He has 0 emotional intelligence and would go there often, crying "Oh, I wanted to tell Y/N how much I love them before they went away and I just groaned 'hmmm' AGAIN 😭😭".

YET ANOTHER BONUS: If Neuvillete and Wriothesley were in a romantic relationship, I'm sure Neuvie would tell him about all of his Melusine daughters. Wriot would act all cold and as if he didn't care but in fact he remembers all their names and thinks about them as his adoptive daughters. Don't be surprised if you walk down the street and see a Melusine falling down and he rescues her and goes to buy her an ice cream cone. He is a proud dad too.

Me: I have no comments. I agree with everything. And Wriot singing Baka Mitai would be amazing, he has the voice of Jotaro and Erwin after all.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Wow this post was longer than intended. AND ONLY NOW I realize we left Lyney and Zhong Li out. I guess bc to me Lyney is kinda teen coded? I feel like they wasted so much husband material making him look so young. I've seen the fandom drawing him as an adult and he looks so hansome. And both my bf and I rambled about Zhong Li but we forgot to include an entry for him 😂 He says it's ok because he's tied to Tartaglia and we spoke about him in Tartaglia's section 😂 God we are a disaster. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the post, whether you found the headcanons hot or my bf's comments funny. He is scared of getting cancelled though 😂

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i know it's not really on topic to everything you're currently writing but would you consider writing any matt tattoo fics because i'm obsessed and you're a really good writer.. thank you so much

A/n:  Aww thank you! I love you more! I put a little spin on it and added some spicy parts in it as well! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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To say you were obsessed with your boyfriend's tattoo sleeve was an understatement. Anytime he wore and short sleeve or even muscle shirt for that matter you were just obsessed with the sight. You loved how the ink delicately tracing the very definition of his arm and you cant get enough of the sight and Matt knew that.

"we need to go grocery shopping baby we are literally almost out of everything including dish soap"

matt chuckles out as he is doing the dirty dishes from your guys lunch. You sat across from him at the island counter not really paying attention to anything he was saying in that moment because well he decided to wear that pink top you already loved on him but also allowed the tattoos you loved oh so much to be on full display to you in the moment.

"baby"

matt questions tryin to grab you nonexsistent attention.

"hm"

you hum out softly trying to remain composed.

"are you here with me"

matt chuckles out making his over over to you. he knew what you were fixated on.

"ye-yeah im here "

you stutter out as matt made his way over you watching your eyes trail down the ink on his arm.

"you sure it looked like something caught your attention you think"

matt questions you already knowing the answer but wanted to see if you were going to admit to his face.

"no nothing caught my attention"

you stutter out growing nervous that he might have caught your red handed staring. Matt trails his hand to wrap softly around you neck. You out of surprise quickly reach your dainty hands up to grasp onto his fore arm in the process. You secretly were loving this and matt knew that.

"you sure about that baby girl"

matt states leaning his face to your so your guys' lips were inches apart at this point. you let out a soft gasp from the sexual tension that was thicken by the minute around you two

"it doesnt sound convincing to me i think you are lying to me"

matt quips. Matt softly lets his lips brush over yours in the process feeling your shaky breath.

"you-your tattoos"

you gasp out.

"what about them"

matt replies urging you to continue your thought process on this.

"im obessed with them matt"

you breathe out tryin to keep the eye contact with him and not let your eyes roll back.

"hm are you now"

matt states quirking a cocky eyebrow up. Matt knew he only put you in this position to get you to admit it and he knew that it was going to leave you upset at the end knowing he let all the sexual tension build on itself.

"y-yes matt so obessed"

you gasp out. Matt smirks as he removes his hand from around you neck.

"see was that so hard to admit"

matt chuckles out placing a quick peck to your supple raw lips and going back to doing the dishes left in the sink.

"wh-what are you fucking kidding me"

you gasp out pressing you thighs together.

"what"

matt replies trying to act oblivious to the tension he created.

"matt you-youre not"

you traill off not knowing what in the world just happend.

"im not what"

matt replies chuckling a little.

"i hate you so much"

you huff out folding your arms on the countertop placing her head to rest on top of them in the process completely frustrated as matt continues to laugh at h9ow flustered you are.

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[savannahsdeath]

SOCCER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X CHEERLEADER!READER

PART 2TWO

part 3three

part 1one

mdni please<3

summary: effects of the match seem simple - ellie either wins and gets what she wanted, or not. but even the score doesnt make things less complicated, as the past wont leave you

warnings: minors safe🩷

writers note: the start is shitty because i was writing it in a rush but it gets better after first goal i promise!! also this ones shorter because i had to stop right there cus i dont know wether to make it ellie x reader or change it to vi....

'that's right, put your pom-poms down

getting everybody fired up'

you were excited for the match. not only did it mean that ellie was going to try her best to win your kiss, but the stakes were higher than that. you'd been excited for the rematch between your team and vi's team - your ex's team - all year, and now the time had come.

soon, the match was about to start, and you and the other cheerleaders took your positions on the sideline to cheer for your team. ellie and other players took their positions on the field, looking confident as well.

you cheered, watching ellie play against vi. the match was close, and the score was tied for a while. then, ellie managed to score a goal, turning the score to 1-0 in favor of their team.

you cheered as loud as you could for ellie, feeling a bit torn between wanting your team to win and not wanting to see ellie get her reward so easily. but just like you, vi had also noticed the connection between the two of you, and had to do something about it - she had no intention of letting the flirting continue. as the leader of her team, she made sure that they were playing aggressively, and they managed to tie up the score again, making it 1-1.

you watched as vi celebrated her team's goal with her team's cheerleaders, and you frowned, not at all happy to see her happy.

first 45 minutes ended, making all players spread out. some drank water, some stretched or practiced, but most of them just rested. ellie walked into your direction before suddenly stopping and turning around. just then, vi appeared in front of you.

"we need to talk." she demanded and you knew you have no choice.

you followed her as she led you away from the field. the two of you walked silently for a bit, until she finally turned to you.

"i've noticed you flirting with ellie." she said, her expression dead serious.

you couldn't help but stare at vi, trying to process what she was saying.

"what makes you think that?" you asked.

"don't play dumb. i've seen the way you look at her." she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"what's the big deal anyway?" you inquired, trying to keep the conversation calm. you shrugged and added; "we broke up months ago."

"you're flirting with her right in front of me!" vi crossed her arms, glaring at you. "do your feelings towards me mean nothing to you anymore?" she asked.

you hestitated for a moment, not sure wether it's a good idea to bring this sensitive topic to the conversation. but you couldn't stand it anymore. "my feelings for you disappeared as soon as you cheated on me."

vi's eyes widened. she seemed genuinely surprised by your response - maybe she hadn't expected you to be so candid with her. "i never did. it would be different if you'd just- listen to me back there instead of believing what people say!"

you raised an eyebrow at the girl. "believe what people say?" you scoffed. "people don't just make something like that up."

you couldn't believe that she was actually trying to deny her betrayal.

"i don't want to hear it." you said, glaring at her. "i'm moving on, and you should too."

vi looked hurt. she clearly wasn't expecting such a bold response from you, and wasn't sure what to say.

"i should go." you said, turning to walk away.

"hey, wait a minute." vi exclaimed.

you defensively put your hands in the air. "no, that's it. the break ends soon, you should get ready." you nodded towards the field. "now, excuse me, i have to go cheer on ellie, so i don't miss her second goal." you said with a smirk.

vi rolled her eyes, so you could tell that you had hit a nerve. it wasn't necessary, but she deserved it. unless she wasn't lying...

you rolled your eyes back in retaliation, enjoying the little victory you had over her. you didn't even realize how intrigued you were by the match- no, by ellie, until this talk.

you didn't want to waste time chatting with vi, so you started walking towards the field. you saw ellie talking to her team on the field.

the second half of the match started, and the wave of cheers from the crowd got louder.

the last twenty minutes.

you watched as ellie started running towards the opposing team's goal, dribbling and dodging opponents with exceptional skill.

as ellie approached the goal, she noticed you in the crowd. she winked at you, and you couldn't help but grin back. as if she knew that she was going to score another goal, ellie took the shot, and it went in.

2-1 in favor of your team.

your ears were deafened by clapping, some people even stood up and jumped around. the game went on but ellie let herself rest for a moment, her players carrying the situation. even now, on her sweaty and tired face, you could see the same smirk she always has. she was proud, simply proud.

vi didn't like that, though. she saw the smile on ellie's face, and she knew that ellie was doing this for you. she kept yelling at her players, telling them to try harder.

soon, one of vi's teammates managed to push through your team's defense and scored a goal, making it 2-2.

vi smiled, looking right at you as she celebrated, encouraging her team to hold their position.

as the match neared its end, both teams tried their absolute best to score a third goal, but to no avail. time was running out quickly, and it seemed that the match would end in a tie.

you glanced over at ellie, watching as she ran back and forth on the field, sweating profusely and looking exhausted. she had given her all for the match and almost scored another goal, but it just wasn't enough.

the ref blew his whistle, as the match had officially ended.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW ARE YOU GUYS TEAM ELLIE OR TEAM VI??? i need yalls opinion🧎🏼‍♀️

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