#i trusted this dog so much...and he goes...and is a bad boy

[minnies-puppydoll]

OT8 SKZ Headcannons:

.• {how they orgasm}•.

OT8 x reader HCS..smutty, kinda fluffy

Warnings: degredation, breeding, mentions of choking/slapping, reader is called a bitch, lots of cum obviously, if i missed any lmk!

first post!! lmk how u feel abt it and send me asks!! :3 enjoy~*

smut below the cut….

Christopher Bahng:

• straight to his core. loud, strangled noises spill from his mouth as he ruts into you like a desperate dog.

• grips onto whatever he can grab on you. especially when his orgasm takes him by suprise, hes gasping and frantically finding your wrist to hold so he can ride it out.

• during, he’ll lean down and send a growlish-moan to your ear, in a “you did this to me.” way😵‍💫

• his cock definetly throbs, if he pulls out, all you can see is it bobbing up and down and shooting out hot cum.

• he’s dazed afterwards, looking at his mess with half-lidded eyes as he smears it with his thumb.

• hits him more forcefully than sensually, like a pent up release. and trust, if you choke or slap him while he’s cumming then he’ll roll his eyes back and cum 10x harder.

• same for if he’s cumming from your strap, then its all broken whines and drooly pillows from there.

• im a firm believer of breeding kink chan. he’ll press down on your tummy so you can’t miss the feeling of his warm cum swelling you up.

“ahn- fucking..feel that? good whores get bred out, right? thats fucking right..made me cum, sweet girl..”

Lee Minho:

• sooooooo long.

• his dancer core makes his orgasms last forever.

• you’ll be done touching him, and a minute later his cock is still throbbing and squirting out little droplets of cum.

• usually has deeper, longer moans throughout. but when it first hits, he lets out a loud, pornographic noise akin to a yell.

•his head lowers and his face is pained and focused. hands trembling slightly at how hard it hits him.

• makes the prettiest faces during it. all pleasure dazed, like hes in a trance, or like he can’t believe how intense his orgasm is.

• def an eye roller. his orgasms hit hard, not in a shaking way, but he’ll throw his head back and grip onto you, so he can hold you still while he works through his orgasm.

•when his eyes arent rolled to the back of his head, they are either closed or heavy lidded and unfocused.

• coming back to this, he prefers holding you still while he cums. hes way too sensitive for any extra motion. if you try to move on top of him, he’ll firmly cling onto your shoulders to keep you still.

• always a bit exsausted afterwards, but still laughs in disbelief at how long it really is.

“ah!…stay still. stay fucking still, please. just let me cum…mmfh- fuck..feels so good.”

Seo Changbin:

• goes quiet when he’s about to cum. like its the only thing he can think about.

• 1/3 of moanracha. one of the only ones that moan (but turns kinda growl-ish at the end🤭)

• he knows his strength, so when he cums he tries to either get off of you or relax his body as much as he can. (thats why he prefers you on top)

• sounds in pain but he’s definetly not. he forgets how good you make him feel sometimes.

• a lip-biter, its how he calms himself down, also a throbber!! his hips never stutter though, he’s very good.

• a slut for his neck being touched, bite or kiss on his neck and he’ll cum so good for you.

• like i said earlier, he wants to hold you close so bad! but, he’s nervous he might crush you. so he trains himself for you, softly fucking into you and holding his trembling body back from just holding you down and pounding you.

• soft binnie boy in his dirty talk, his strength doesn’t match his words as he softens his body and starts to cum inside you.

“soft- soft..g’nna fuck you softly, yeah? sweet girl..making me cum..so good to me.”

Hwang Hyunjin:

• 2/3 of moanracha. he moans unashamed, long, sensual noises that have you dripping.

• treats an orgasm like a piece of art, making sure to cum right on your pretty pussy and admire.

• his thighs tremble and his mouth hangs open, pleasure spreading along his body and glowing in his sides, eventually spilling all out onto you, his stunning muse.

• when he’s fucking you, there is nothing in the world that could break his concentration. its like you both have built this sweet atmosphere in the air, heated colors flash in your mind, trapping you with him.

• and when he cums, that atmosphere shatters into a million pieces, like nothing else in the entire world matters besides you and the intense pleasure you’re making him feel.

• he likes when you cum before him, so he can watch your every reaction to his hard work.

• but he likes it even better when you cum with him, he likes sharing the moment with you, so he might even make you hold it.🤭

“…fuck- hold it. i’m almost there, don’t fucking cum yet..fuck! i love you! i love you..so much.”

Han Jisung:

• 3/3 of moanracha. his moans are loud and uncontrollable.

• BIGGEST EYE ROLLER. ive seen him do that shit too many times in videos, im so serious he does that when he cums.

• he also cannot control that tongue of his, shits always out of his mouth while drool drips from his bottom lip.

• he just loves feeling good!! he’ll take anything you give him as long as he gets to cum.

• his poor little cock gets so red. drips a massive amount of precum just to squirt out such a pathetic little load.

• loves teasing his cock after he cums. he’ll rub himself on whatever he can, twitching at the little sparks of harsh pleasure that it grants him.

• says “fuck me” even if he’s topping, such a freaky ass bitch😭

• and if you’re pegging or fingering him, you’ll be suprised at how slutty that little mouth of his is, drooling and babbling out such meaningless little praises and begs.

• grips your wrist and thrusts frantically into you with loud, pathetic whines. his eyes are a bit teary when he places his hand on your tummy, begging you to cum because of how overstimulated he’s getting.

“ah..fuck- fuck me, fuck me harder..shit. ah, please cum- ah..soon. please? s’too much.. i know, im pathetic..m’sorry.”

Lee Felix:

• so sensual. like his orgasm is fire, burning his body so slowly.

• his hips may be frantic, but his voice is shuddery as he whispers pretty words and praises into your ears.

• his face heats up so much its unreal. he cant help but blush at how good you make him feel!!

• that deep voice in your ear😵‍💫 makes u wanna be silent so you can hear him better.

• small load, nothing too much, but it tastes so sweet. you beg him to cum on your face or in your mouth, he feels a little bad but he can’t hold it when he sees you stick your tongue out while he jerks his cock off.

• likes recieving pain when he cums, like scratching his thighs or biting down on his shoulders. it embarrasses him but also makes him drool🫶🏽

• okay fr guys..i think felix can squirt. HEAR ME OUT.

• rub the palm of your hand over his tip rapidly, or agressively rub his slit and he’s writhing and arching under you. gripping your wrist and begging you to slow down before he hides his face and squirts all over his tummy.

• he’s such a pleaser, that he’s unable to focus soley on his pleasure. so if he accidentally cums before you, he’ll pull out and mutter little apologies as he rubs your clit, ruining his own orgasm while shoving his face in your neck.

“..ah! fuck! sorry…m’sorry..hah- so sorry, angel..please cum- please cum too?”

Kim Seungmin:

• when he's subbing, he's a desperate humper. wether its your shoe, or your hand, or even your belongings hes frantically fucking into it, trying to cum hard.

• but the way he cums is still the same, no matter what role he's playing.

• it looks earth shattering. he twitches and shakes, and his eyes are tightly shut (when they arent rolled back to his brain)

• he tries to have you lock eyes with him when he cums, but it always ends up with him breaking it almost immediately.

• prefers to cum on your lower back or tummy, but he's a bit of a clean freak so this preference doesn't help him at all😭

• very dazed and tender after. he'll look at you with loving eyes and caress your cheek, kinda like the sweet version of chan's "you did this to me" attitude.

• he used to be very shy about the way he acted when he came, so he would hold it in, but once you tried to forced one out of him anyway. poor boy was begging you to "wait" and "stop," but his body betrayed him and twitched into your hand.

"mm'ah! wait! stopstop' please- ill cum! please."

(or..dom ver bc im a slut 😈)

"oh? fine..make me cum then, bitch..c'mon- oh fuck..that's a good girl. only thing you're good for, right slut?”

Yang Jeongin:

• doesn’t hit him quite as hard as the others, now that doesn’t mean its not enjoyable for him.

• it just means that his buildup is stronger than his orgasm, it comes in blissful waves rather than the others.

• when it hits, his jaw drops and his eyes close, but soon after 4 seconds of that, hes giggling about it and using it to give you more pleasure.

• big ass load. he cums so much its not funny. he likes cumming in you too, so good luck with that!

• whispers long, teasing groans in your ear to feel you squeeze around him.

•he enjoys fucking more than the actual climax, so he’ll usually hold his orgasm off until you’re begging him to cum.

• then, he’ll tilt his head and glide his cock along your clit with the same pace, like he never stopped fucking you. laughing at your cries and pleads.

“hm..aw, poor baby..want my cum? need my cum inside you? hm..ill think about it.”

[cavernsandcod]

a little continuation to this post of mine. | 0.8k

cw; dirty dog simon and husband!price, nsfw themes

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Price knows Simon by the sound of his footsteps.

An ego-driven, menacing gait that makes all the soldiers disunite like the red sea when he travels the corridor. All the small talk and banter comes to a halt when the big man is around, as if he's some sort of bad omen. It's not true, at least John doesn't think so, but that might be a Captain's privilege. He's in charge of the brute, not the other way around.

A dark shadow passes by the stained glass, a masked head held up high. He passes the crack of John's office door, likely intent on avoiding any unnecessary interaction—

—always yes sir, no sir, like a good boy.

"Riley. In here. Close the door." Price calls out, taking off the reading glasses hanging low on his nose, tossing them onto a stack of intel. The soldier stops in his tracks. Doesn't flinch at the serious tone of his superior. It's not the first time he's heard it, won't be the last.

Simon crosses the threshold, shutting the door. Crosses the room in two quick strides like a floating apparition. "Intel?"

"Thankfully, no." Price slowly rises and rounds the oak desk, which feels uncanny. His lips curve into some sort of uneasy smile, crow's feet and lines of age deepening. Makes the air feel calmer, more personable. The Lieutenant stiffens and crosses his arms, his face in a permanent scowl under the black balaclava. Nothing about this is normal.

"I need a favor, Simon." Simon. Not Ghost. "It's about the wife."

Simon turns his head to the shelf beside him, studying the row of framed photos, the majority encapsulating you. The dating stages, youthful and bright-eyed in pubs and restaurants with a thick, hairy arm wrapped around your waist. Then, months after he popped the question—the idyllic wedding in Madrid where you faced each other, hand in hand.

All he remembers of it is the itchy suit and open bar. If he weren't the shell of a man, he might feel bad.

And now, the photos are few and far between. No life to them, just fake smiles with friends and their kids. A hand around your shoulder and a nose in your hair, all while you fight an inner battle. No vacations, no fun. Just the pretty missus to an esteemed Captain.

He was certain you two wouldn't last.

The first time you visited him on base and tried to hide how out of element you felt. Didn't notice the man spectating from the corner, his identity concealed. Or pretended not to. Too sweet for your own good. Ignored for months on end. Mere roommates with the man you married on the off chance he is home. Probably doesn't have time to lay you down proper—

"Well? Simon?"

He shrugs, feigning indifference. "What about 'er?"

"I need you to keep an eye on her for me. Laswell has something for me in Istanbul, and it might be a few weeks." Price responds, fiddling with the band on his left hand.

"Been gone weeks before, Cap. Months, too. She knows how it is by now." Simon retorts, curtly. Their problems aren't his. He's not keen on becoming private security for a boring housewife, either. You live a boring life. Nobody knows where or who you are, except the circle.

"This is different." The captain's tone sours. "She's pulling away from me. Doesn't see things... clearly anymore. If I leave us where we are now, she might not come back. You're the only one I trust." His voice almost splits into something weak. Almost.

Trusting him took years of work and near-death experiences that had them make it home by the skin of their teeth. Some sort of war-bred trauma bond, his shrink said once. John only goes to his appointments out of necessity, not so much his own volition.

They see horrors the paper-pushers don't, and will never, truly digest.

He could talk about personal things, too. The questionable childhood, his marriage, the prospect of children—but doesn't. He's too guarded to hash any of that out.

"So," Ghost begins, head dipping low in thought. "You're asking me to shadow your bird. Follow her... Keep her sound?"

It's not really a question, but the polite thing to do is ask. Simon knows what he should do and what he actually will; always ten steps ahead.

Price nods, letting out a small hum. He pats the hard shoulder standing beside him, a firm pat of approval. "Do whatever you have to."

All it takes is five words. Five words and another lingering stare at the photos of you make his chest pound, fingers twitching in search of action.

In truth, Simon always thought you were captivating—an anthesis to everything he is.

He spent the years of your relationship on the outskirts, curled up on the front porch like a stray that isn't allowed inside, chained and confined to his place. Never broke the rules because he's a patient, headstrong bloke with a few fantasies.

All he needed was an invitation inside.

His cock twitches in the confines of his trousers, the forbidden switch finally flipped.

"Yes, Sir."

[trash-and-trash-accessories]

I love Spike so much. He's the most character of all time. But it's more than that. He's more than bleached hair, a pretty face, and bloodlust. He makes sense. The character makes sense.

He's William. He's still, despite it all, William Pratt, the god-awful poet and pathetic wet cat of a man under the thumb of mommy his whole life. He just wants to be loved and held and to satiate his unending bloodlust. He's not the big bad. He's pathetic.

He's burnt out on all the plots and schemes. Plots and schemes are Angel's thing. Serving some grand evil purpose is Darla's thing. Cruelty is Drusilla's thing. William Pratt is a poet and a mama's boy who just wants a strong woman to love him and tell him what to do. He's tired. He's so tired of the plots and schemes.

Sure, he knows how to have a good time, he plays kitten poker and sells demon eggs to the highest bidder but that's a matter of making money or hanging out with friends. It's not what he WANTS. The only thing he wants is to be loved by someone who loves him back. The problem is, he's toxic and obsessive. He doesn't fall in love. He becomes consumed. His whole world revolves around the object of his obsession. So when he's with Drusilla, he's the big bad evil guy doing schemes. Trying to impress her with extreme violence and death. Because that's what Drusilla is into. Torture and death. She's Catholic. And a vampire.

He also tries to impress Angel by killing Slayers because Angel is into Slayers and Angel and Spike canonically slept together don't at me. This man is bisexual.

When he's with Buffy he's a loyal dog. A bad boy, a part of the demonic world, but a dog nonetheless. He's a soulless monster but his obsession with Buffy turns him into one of the good guys. It's not natural for him. He feels it happening and he fights against it, but he's madly in love with her and he will be and do whatever it takes to impress her and make her love him back. He's obsessive.

He knows it, and he doesn't like that side of himself. He doesn't like that he's a pathetic dog. Sometimes he pushes against that side of himself. He tries to be a good person, for real. Not just a pathetic stalker of a man.

But he can't fight it. He is what he is.

And unfortunately that is a soulless vampire.

Hence that one scene that I pretend didn't happen.

But despite being definitionally evil, he can't stop being consumed the person he's obsessed with. Buffy wants him to have a soul. She wants him to not be the monster he is. So he rips William Pratt from his grave and resurrects him for her. He goes through hell to put his soul back inside his body for her. It takes her a long time to accept him again after what he did.

But he's the good boy now. He's a good dog.

Only she doesn't see him that way. In the end, he has her trust. Her love. She cares about him and sees him as her equal. As someone she can trust. She can't trust her friends because they're messy and constantly fucking up and betraying her because they don't understand what it is to be The Slayer. To have a human body and a human soul, with demonic power inside, and the divine mandate to sacrifice yourself for others, to save the world. No matter what that does to you.

Spike has a human soul, a demon inside him, trauma, and a divine mission to save the world. To sacrifice himself for everyone.

Spike is the only one who understands Buffy, and maybe the only one who ever will.

He's the perfect culmination of all her other relationships.

He fucks. Unlike Angel, Spike can fuck. He can experience joy alongside her.

He respects her strength and isn't emasculated or intimidated by the fact that she's stronger than him. He loves that she defeated a god. Unlike fucking Riley.

He's lived lifetimes worth of traumatic experiences. But he isn't currently experiencing an ongoing mental health crisis like Faith was.

And he likes poetry!

They even have the same ex boyfriend!

In conclusion He and Buffy are both the most character of all time and the narrative's favorites and therefore they are both perfect for each other and have the potential to be extremely toxic together and I'm so happy for them, I hope she pegs him, I know he would love that.

[marycorcaroli]

one piece boys as boyfriends.

luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, buggy.

req ♡: Can I request the one piece boys as boyfriends/ dating them headcanons?

mary ♡: thanks for the request and hope you like it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

rules ; masterlist.

luffy.

— luffy is the sweetest guy ever ! i'm sure he will live up to all your expectations and be the best of the best.

— he's a little awkward around you :( but he's also very loud ! ! he wants the whole world to hear that you're his girlfriend ! !

— he is not the jealous type at all. luffy trusts you with his whole heart and soul, he knows that you will never cheat or betray him and neither will he ever hurt you. you have guy friends and luffy trusts them! he hangs out with them and is not afraid that they will take you away from him. he is fine as long as your friends don't harass you or make cruel jokes about you.

— luffy loves hugs more than anything else! the way you give him your warmth and share that intimate moment with him is all luffy needs. he loves to hug at all hours of the day and night, his arms will always be around you!

— he loves kissing you just as much! he kisses you on the tip of your nose when he goes out and on your forehead so you know he's there for you and won't leave you. he kisses behind your ear when you dance together. he kisses your moles or freckles because they're your specialty and he loves them ♡ !

— ! he's a terrible cook ! he'd rather burn down your kitchen and all the equipment and then make puppy dog eyes: "i'm sorry, please, i wanted to please you, but it didn't work out..." don't yell at him 👊

— sleeps like a baby and holds you close to him so you don't run away.

— goes to the bathroom with you because he thinks a monster will take you (he can't watch horror movies).

— gives you presents at the most unexpected times !

— his love languages are touch and words ! he can't take his hands off you and stop saying words of everlasting love.

— luffy is crazy about your smile :( the way your eyes shine and the dimples on your cheeks don't go away makes his heart flutter like it's your first date.

— doesn't like to fight with you ;( even if you have an argument he will try to settle it right away so you go to bed calm, but if it doesn't work out and you go somewhere else.... his heart breaks into little pieces, the fact that it's so bad that you left 😐 will apologize to you a few million times and will do anything to make you forgive him!

zoro.

— the most needy boy :( he needs you to hug him and hold him several times in a second while he inhales the smell of your hair and draws constellations on your back with his hands.

— that's why his love language is always touching.

— he arranges the most incredible dates for you! he chooses the places himself and afterwards invites you on this little journey where he will propose marriage to you.

— for some people marriage is just a stamp in the passport and rings, but for zoro it's a whole life, so he bound your hearts and souls into one, made tearful vows to you, promising to always be there for you in sorrow and in joy.

— hugs are part of his routine. he hugs you every chance he gets. his favorite is the back hug when you're cooking something and zoro dances a little and sings your favorite song.

— kisses you on the lips in the most tender way to convey his feelings. on the eyelids to give you support and on the cheeks to show you how cute you are.

— he snores like a baby but will wake up as soon as you try to get up, he's used to sleeping with you and snuggling up to you that he won't sleep without you.

— he's a little spoon ! !

— loves to go shopping with you and buy something interesting for your home.

— during arguments, when he can't hear you and makes you talk even louder, and the situation in your house gets heated - he just walks away, leaving you alone. later, of course, he will beg for forgiveness and kiss you, and promise that it won't happen again, it's true. he doesn't want your beautiful and clean place to turn into a dumping ground for quarrels and humiliation.

— jealous often, but he doesn't make scandals, but just stands by you like a guard until your admirer runs away.

usopp.

— he's so cute ! you want to kiss his cheeks forever and look into those eyes that show endless love for you.

— he climbs into your room through the window, like in the most romantic movies, without fail ! with flowers in his teeth, "did you miss me?"

— his love language is giving you presents and jumping in puddles while it's raining ! ! !

— he loves to lay on you and squeeze you so hard ! he just wants to show you how much he loves you. for usopp, hugging is something normal, he is tactile himself, but with you, it's magnified several times ! ! he is not afraid to be real with you and he shows everything he has.

— we're not done talking about hugs yet ! another one of usopp's favorite hugs is after a hard day of hardly seeing each other and now you're trying to support each other, for him these moments are the saddest, he'll even cry a little because he couldn't give you a minute all day long ;( my boy.

— kisses too hot! his lips are on yours in seconds and his palms on your neck are clenched while your brain is trying to understand what's going on.

— but he also loves sweet kisses, where you kiss him on the cheek and tell him how cute he is.

— sleeping on you ! you can't get up, so you have to literally throw him off you, "wtf? usopp? i can't breathe, get off 😐."

— he likes to watch comedies and ask every minute about what's gonna happen next.

— there is no room for arguments in your relationship, he will quickly put things into a happy environment and give you his beautiful smiles, but if you do have a problem he will listen to you and do everything in his power to make sure you're okay and not worry about anything.

— he's not jealous at all! why would he be? you're together and you love each other, you know he would never cheat on you and usopp knows you would never do the same, that's why you're fine.

sanji.

— he is such a gentleman ! he opens doors for you all the time, gives you things and does everything to make you feel at ease !

— his love languages are helping each other, supporting you in hard times and spending time together ! all these things are important to sanji as a man who wants to cherish your every moment.

— he loves just holding you close to you and kissing your neck while goosebumps run through your body. sanji also likes hugs where he pats your back and soothes you, hugs where sanji tosses you up and hears your most beautiful laugh.

— he likes to embarrass you so much! to see you blush and cover your face with your hands while sanji mocks and comes over to you ready to destroy you with a tickle.

— he cooks for you all the time, and it's delicious, he loves to surprise you with his new recipes, he doesn't mind if you help him with the cooking, which then turns into a game of survival.

— sanji is crazy about the unexpected kisses from you, he's just sitting there reading a magazine as you come up and give him the most sensual kiss in the world, but he doesn't mind the air kisses where he puts all his desire to kiss you.

— will watch your favorite shows with you, he doesn't care what it is, as long as you like it, he likes it.

— he's a little spoon! he loves it when your nose is against his back and your palms are stroking his chest, sanji gets so calm and he sleeps the most beautiful sleep ;(

— sanji is sometimes unbearable and it hinders your relationship, he likes it when you get angry and show your temper, but he won't let it go too far, you are his favorite, so sanji doesn't really want you to lose your nerve cells completely.

— he can only be jealous sometimes, but then he remembers that you're still his and he doesn't have to worry.

buggy.

— the most charismatic guy in the world ! flirts with you 24/7 and he is not ashamed. he will make you as red as a tomato and then kiss you on the corner of your mouth.

— loves the hottest kisses when you run out of air but you don't want to let go of each other. will lose his head if you kiss his shoulder or earlobe, BUgGY DoN'T BreAthe ! ! your lips are so airy but leave the wettest kisses.

— jealous quite a lot :( he trusts you completely, but doesn't trust the other people who want to take you away from him. even if you have been in a relationship for a long time, buggy is still afraid that you will find a better person than him.

— big spoon ! loves to hold you tight and smell you ! wakes up several times during the night to make sure you are near, even if he still has a dead grip on you.

— likes to take long walks with you and give you the most delicious drinks.

— he's not the best cook, but he'll learn to cook and get a michelin star for you.

— he doesn't think what he says, and when he realizes it, it's too late. he may accidentally tell you everything he thinks, and then he will kneel down and beg you to take him back. you are the most precious thing in his life and if he loses you, buggy will lose his air and the meaning of life.

— he likes to watch soap operas! absolutely any kind, there is no difference, because he likes everything and later he can discuss it all with you.

[dicksoutforakutagawa]

bsd characters at metal shows with you

author's note: i go to metal shows a lot. i saw iron maiden live. metal shows are actually so fucking fun. but bring earplugs because the music is SO loud

other note: i have never seen anybody be flirted with or hit on at my local metal shows. apparently my local metal scene is full of very respectful people. i've been in mosh pits with a bunch of drunk 6'0+ men and felt perfectly safe and i think metal shows are beautiful for that

features nikolai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, and dazai :3

nikolai

he is crowdkilling.

his six foot tall ass is in the mosh pit flailing like he's been electrocuted

nikolai is that one cunt in the pit who gets you with a fist to the face but then helps you stand up again. and his smile is too pretty for you to stay mad at, even though you can already feel the bruise forming

he is the guy who will drag you to the very front right up at the stage and headbang to hell and back

look at his long beautiful hair. you cannot tell me that he would not utilise this when headbanging

does not wear earplugs. he is raw dogging the hearing damage

stays for the whole set and very loudly cheers on the local bands as well as whatever big one has come touring

wears a band shirt and gets really sweaty. you're pretty sure he gave someone a concussion but, between the strobe lights and the way he's flailing, it was kind of hard to tell

will point out his favourite bands to you and tell you weird trivia you didn't previously know

he WILL try to make you get in the mosh pit with him. i'm sorry. it's unavoidable. he will accept a no but he will go mosh without you for a few minutes

if you mosh with him he will be absolutely fucking delighted. will probably kiss you (with tongue) in front of everyone because he is just Like That

headbangs at the front of the stage with you. when you both get dizzy, he grabs the railing and wraps his other arm around your waist. you're suddenly very thankful for the bad lighting because you can feel your entire face going red

he will walk you home but he will also invite himself inside because he is drunk. falls asleep on your bed before he can even take his shoes off. he makes up for it by making breakfast the next morning

akutagawa

reid said that you'd see him in the pit and think 'i could knock him over easily' and when you slam into him he doesn't move at all and i think this is so true

he stands on the edge of the mosh pit. he may only be like 5'8 but somehow nobody knocks him over

does not wear a band shirt. he rocks up in his lame gothic attire and is the prettiest boy there

he does not headbang much because it gives him headaches. he just stands there giving the band members a death glare

is actually REALLY enjoying the music

he does wear earplugs. he values his hearing

will buy you drinks but will bitch and moan about it. he is careful not to get drunk though because he sees those large men in the mosh pit beating each other up and he does NOT trust that

stays for the whole show. he paid for those tickets and he's not leaving

actually has a really good time but will never admit to being as much of a metalhead as he actually is

his favourite part is standing there next to you but he is very very shy. he might hold your hand if he's feeling brave enough but may also just resort to standing shoulder to shoulder

will not mosh with you if you ask him to but he will stand there to grab you in case you get knocked over

he spends about 50% of his time actually watching the musicians. the other 50% is spent looking at you and admiring you. he is secretly swooning over the fact that you enjoy metal as much as he does

will drive or walk you home. walks you right up to your door. he very shyly goes to kiss you goodbye but then gets nervous and kisses your forehead instead. when you grab him and kiss him properly his knees go weak and he nearly falls over

he is immediately trying to find more metal shows to go to once he gets home

atsushi

has never been to a metal show before

'no i won't need earplugs', he insists. the band starts playing. he immediately asks you to give him the earplugs

metal is not really his thing but he discovers that he enjoys headbanging and the general atmosphere

does not own a band shirt to wear to the show. he purchases one once he decides which band is his favourite

he stands at the back of the crowd near the bar because the music is too loud and he is scared of the mosh pit

(after a few drinks he gets brave enough to enter the pit and he discovers that his ultimate skill is knocking people over in the pit. he has a great time. he feels a little bad once he sobers up though)

stays for the whole show. cheers on all the bands but very quietly because he is slightly intimidated by the aggression

he has fun. he asks you after the show why they kept blaspheming christianity and you realise that you did not explain to him the histories of metal music

if you mosh with him he'll get very excited but he will also get nervous because he is vaguely aware of how much he's wrecking everyone's shit

he does buy you drinks. he does not have the funds for it but he will try to pay for drinks for the entire night. do not let him do this. the agency's pay is not good enough for him to afford this

spends the first band's entire set working up the courage to hold your hand. his hand is SO fucking sweaty and it is shaking a little bit because he's so nervous and excited to be here with you

if you buy him a band shirt he will get excited enough to kiss you. in front of the merch table. and also in front of everyone in line. his face goes BRIGHT red when he realises what he's done and it goes even redder when all the metalheads start clapping and cheering instead of making fun of him

he walks you home. he does not have a driver's license but he walks you home. he'll carry you bridal style if your feet hurt. he doesn't even realise how sweet he's being. he's just too worried about your sore feet

he keeps going with you but only to cheap local shows because his pay is shit

dazai

does not wear earplugs because he is stupid

he does not go in the mosh pit. he went to a show with chuuya when they were 16/17 and he got immediately knocked over and winded and has not been in the pit since

will buy you one round of drinks but you have to buy the next because unfortunately the agency does not pay him that well

he doesn't own any band shirts that still fit him. he wears his usual bandages and they smell very sweaty and terrible by the end of the show

he'll stay for the bands he likes. if you want him to stay for the whole show then he will, but usually he taps out after he's seen all his favourite bands

he stands at the back near the bar. he still vividly remembers entering the mosh pit as a skinny teenager and getting knocked into next tuesday and, given that he hates pain, he is not going anywhere near the mosh pit

he does not headbang. he just kind of bops his head to the beat

follows you like a puppy dog. as much as he wants to pretend to be cool and aloof, he cannot stop himself from trailing after you the entire show. even if you go near the mosh pit

will spend at least an hour psyching himself up to hold your hand. his hands are gross and sweaty when he eventually does it. he's too proud of himself to care

after he loosens up, he stands with an arm around your waist while he listens to the music. he decides that actually, metal music isn't so bad, especially when he's here with you

he walks you home. he has to consciously stop himself from giggling and kicking his feet when you kiss him goodbye

he will continue to go to shows with you but only cheap local ones

chuuya

chuuya gets right into it. he headbangs and sings along to the lyrics he knows. he can do a surprisingly good fry scream

he owns several band shirts. he forced dazai to attend multiple local metal shows in their youth and bought a shirt from every show. he wears his favourite band's shirt to the show and will buy you a shirt as well as himself

he buys you drinks. gets pleasantly drunk but not absolutely hammered

he enters the mosh pit and uses his gravity manipulation to weigh himself down so that his 5'3 ass doesn't get mashed into the ground

definitely wears earplugs. will also force you to wear earplugs. you cannot listen to metal if you go deaf

he also stays for the entire show and he cheers on all the bands

chuuya likes to stand at the very front up at the stage but will stand wherever you want to be

he proudly holds your hand

if you come up to stand at the railings with him, or if you mosh with him, he genuinely swoons and has to take a moment to stop himself from asking for your ring size

he makes sure not to send you flying in the mosh pit. he's considerate like that

he buys you as many drinks as you want. he will also buy you a band shirt. he'll buy you a band shirt from all the bands that performed if you ask him to

walks you home. kisses the back of your hand goodbye like a gentleman. is squealing to himself the whole way home because he's SO excited that you came to a show with him and the blush on your face when he kissed your hand was SO cute

is overjoyed when you want to continue going to shows with him. gets very excited and starts trying to take you to all the shows for his favourite local bands

[furinfry]

WBK Chapter 178 Spoilers

Oh my god, the way this page is going to be circulating through my brain for at LEAST until the next chapter comes out. The fact that Sakura's reaction to hearing mention of him potentially becoming the top of Furin now is shock and... worry? fear? Like he wasn't expecting to hear it mentioned he might become the top of Furin down the line. The way I'm rattling at the bars to hear Sakura speak what's on his mind!!! I also think it's interesting and important to note that we're specifically given him watching Umemiya and Takiishi fight when he grows quiet as the others talk about him becoming the top dog of Bofurin.

This is when Endo speaks towards his perspective of Ume being "a passionate and extremely selfish bastard". When he sees Sakura make that expression on the far left, He speculates that it is because Sakura feels distant, leagues away from meeting Umemiya as an equal.

I do think it is primarily Sakura thinking there's no way he would be able to actually replace Umemiya and everything that Umemiya is. And! I think it is more that just Sakura seeing Umemiya as a really strong fighter. Endo called Ume selfish and that was baffling to Sakura, because everything Umemiya does is for his 'family'- the Makochi, Furin, everyone who previously lived in fear or felt alone or otherwise abandoned. But it really is a matter of perspective. Take Sakura thinking about what Tsubaki and Hiragi said about their time fighting to change Furin while Endo is talking

To some, yeah this might actually make Umemiya look like an asshole of a leader who doesn't look or care for the people fighting at his side. It might look like him not paying attention to the danger he's putting them in in order for him to get his dream. But obviously that's not actually the case, and Endo himself knows he's a bad judge of character. Umemiya trusted Tsubaki and Hiragi. The same way Tsubaki and everyone else believed in Sakura and agreed to leave fighting Endo to him. It wasn't out of indifference that Umemiya left the four kings to those insane fights, it was because he knew no matter what happened, he could trust that they would all see each other on the other end of the fight. He knew they were capable of handling those situations, and lauded praise and joy on them after their fights for putting their strength behind him to help him see his dream come true. To adopt his dream as their own.

But I think this does bring up another reason why the thought of being the top of Furin is giving Sakura pause now. Because Sakura hears of how everyone around Umemiya gave that spot to Umemiya. And I think Sakura is seeing and realizing that his classmates are doing the same for him. The problem he may see in this however lies in that I'm not sure Sakura thinks he has a worthy enough goal for once he is at the top. He has stated what his new goal is (no longer just wanting to be the strongest) and that's to protect as many people as possible.

I can't find the chapter where he's talking to someone or a group of people and directly states it out loud, and in doing so he calls it childish/naïve. He knows this is what he wants now, more than just becoming strong. But, I think it's also important how he might think this dream compares to Umemiya's when he took the top spot.

Sakura is seeing his own dream as childish and ridiculous and holding it up to what Umemiya's dream was and everything that goes into keeping it a reality. This poor boy is under so much agonizing stress trying to handle the pressure he feels just trying to be a good class captain and trying to do his part in keeping Umemiya's dream together, that he can possibly imagine being the top. He thinks their dreams, their abilities, are so far from being equal. While I don't think he agreed, I think to a certain extent Sakura could see what Endo was saying when he said to be the top of Furin, to have your dream adopted by everyone else, is selfish. And what's the problem there? Well, Sakura can't be selfish. He could never bring himself to be selfish. Why?

He still does not value himself. He doesn't see the things he wants as worthy to impose upon others. He doesn't see himself as amazing, or a good leader, or someone who could burn with enough fire to keep Furin burning bright.

SAKURA BY GOD WE ARE GOING TO GET YOU SOME SELF WORTH

[danikamariewrites]

Cazriel DDLG pleeaasseeeee 🥰

Note: Another headcanon I’ve been so excited about! And you guys too because this one got requested A LOT. Ever since poly week this pair has been at front of my brain begging for attention.

Warnings: ddlg relationship, daddy kink

The 3 of you are in llloovveeee in love

Like it’s almost sick how in love you are

Especially Cassian and Azriel

Your always telling them how much you love them and they swoon every time

“I love you daddy,” you say sweetly, pressing a kiss to Cassian’s cheek. You turn to Azriel giving his cheek a kiss. “And I love you daddy.” They smoosh you between them in a big hug. “We love you more baby.”

You have those big bad scary warriors wrapped around your little finger

If you need something all you have to do is ask them and Cass and Az will drop whatever they’re doing

Your hungry and want a snack? They’ll make it for you

Can’t reach something? They’ll get it for you

You’re bored and want to do something with them? Done. Cass has bored games ready and Azriel has a new book for you. They’ll always give you options

You always get your way. It’s very rare Cass and Az tell you no

If they say no it has to be serious

Like a life and death situation Rhys has called them in for

You hate it when either of them go away on missions or even short day trips

It’s ok when one goes and the other stays but you’re still against either of them leaving you

Especially when Az has to be away for a long time

When Azriel is away Cassian likes to keep your schedule and daily routine up. “If you don’t keep it up then it will feel like Azzie is gone longer. You don’t want that, right sweet pea?” You shake your head, pouting at him. “No daddy.”

Cassian is definitely stricter with you

Not in a mean way though, neither of them could ever be mean to you

Cass does make you eat healthy foods that would not be yours (or Azriel’s ) first choice

When Cass is away you and Azriel like to break some of Cassian’s rules

You two sleep in a little later than you should and eat sugary junk for breakfast

Both spoil you rotten to distract you from the others absence

Cass and Az take protecting you seriously because lets be real, you shut your brain off with them so you’re a little bit of a ditz

But thats ok! You let Cass and Az do all the thinking for you because you trust them

Walking around town with Cass and Az is like having scary dog privileges

You never have anything to worry about with Cass and Az

On normal days where Rhys doesn’t need them and they’re not away you always find your way

Date nights are always perfectly planned by your boys

They pick out your outfits and the restaurant and order for you

You love just being pretty for them and having them show you off

There was a span of 2 months once where Cass and Az were super busy and you were ok with that

You had to breathe through some anxiety and panic because your thoughts were full of doubt. You struggled with thinking your mates didn’t love you, that you got too much, that maybe they didn’t want to be with you. But you talked yourself out of it. Cass and Az were busy keeping you and the court safe so of course they’re busy

Once work slowed down you talked to them about it. “Daddy,” you give them a shy look as you pad into their office. Azriel waves you over, giving you a small pout. “What’s wrong baby?” Az pulls you onto his lap. You struggle with what to say. “Go ahead sweet pea. You can tell us,” Cassian encourages you. “Well…you two have been so busy lately and I was wondering if we could have a date night?” Their hearts and stomachs drop as they realize how neglected you’ve been these last few weeks. “We haven’t…” Cass trails off as he thinks about your last date night. Gods it was almost 3 months ago. He can tell Azriel had the same realization. They were kicking themselves all day, feeling undeserving of your love and patience even as you snuggled with them that night

The next night Cassian and Azriel took you on the most fancy date night, even going as far as taking you to your fav restaurant in the summer court and spending the weekend on the beach

If they are too busy for you while working at home but they want to be with you they give you a book and you sit next to them

(If this was a modern hc they would totally give you a Nintendo switch to play with and your Animal Crossing village is beautiful)

You love a good nap especially with one or both of your mates

You tend to fall asleep while reading on the couch

When Az or Cass go looking for you and find you asleep they pick you up gently and lay you on their chest

If it’s late they’ll just scoop you up and take you to bed

The first time Cass did that he woke you up and you said it was because he “picked you up too hard”

At night you sleep in the middle of the bed

When your first started sharing a bed you didn’t know how to snuggle with

You didn’t want to hurt their feelings, that would make you cry if Cass or Az looked at you with a sad face

Of course you didn’t have to think of that problem because they knew what to do before you could ask

Cass and Az always sleep shirtless and you will never complain about that

If you can’t sleep you lay on one of them and trace their tattoos until you can’t keep your eyes open

[impactedfates]

hello! jing yuan meeting his kid he had from a previous relationship?

so jing yuan had a previous lover, he didnt visit her until he learned that she was in a bad situation/ struggling with poverty

so he goes to visit and sees a kid that looked like him that he never knew of, they were neglected by their mother while he was gone all these years

reader is the kid, thankss

★ A/N: I decided to mash these 2 into one as I feel like the reader would've gotten trust issues if their mother neglected them, not to mention what if the mother lied to their kid painting JY (their father) as a bad guy :0 Anyways, I hope the anons don't mind I merged the requests into one

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial + Hurt/Comfort?

★ Format: Bullet Pointed Scenarios

☆ Warnings: Readers mother is neglectful/a toxic mother (+ alcoholic)

★ Extra: Reader is young (11-12) // Jing Yuan trying his best to heal whatever his ex partner did // Also 2 posts in one day haha, had a bunch of free time during the storm

I feel like for Jing Yuan to not visit his past lover nor have her contacts, she'd have to already be a bad partner. What I mean is, Jing Yuan seems like the type to even after a break up, not want it to affect his relationship with the other person UNLESS said other person was toxic. If that makes sense???

But anyways, I don't know if that mattered. Let's assume that a friend of said ex partner went to Jing Yuan for help. Explaining her situation in hopes Jing Yuan would be willing to help.

He is, much to the delight of the friend. However he underestimated just how bad the situation is, as when he went to check. The house is in shambles.

Dirty dishes building up in the sink, trash on the ground it's hard to move around in, there's a kid and aeons it smells like such dog sh-

Wait a kid!?

Jing Yuan stares at you, you stare at him. It's just...silence. Despite everything and how long it may be. He knows that you're his kid. And after getting over the initial shock. He gently calls you over, but you refuse. Shaking your head and even creating a bigger distance.

He lets out a small sigh, unsure on what to do but just decides to look for your mother again. Telling you to please stay put, and once he does find the mother. Passed out on the couch with alcohol bottles around, he gets an even better view on what you seem to have went through.

Things have been dealt with, the mother is gone and in jail for child negligence which leaves you with your biological father who is more than happy to look after you.

At the same time though, your mother had both neglected your needs. Giving just the bare minimum to keep you alive and had fed you lies. The man in front of you may be your father but you can't help but believe the harsh words your mother told you.

But to your surprise, he's nothing like how she described. He's...gentle...patient...and never raises his voice at you. Even when you make a mistake and start tearing up ready to apologise, he's already brushing it off. Saying it's fine, not to worry.

Jing Yuan isn't bothered by your behaviour at all. He understands and knows. He takes a few days off work, to just ensure you're all better. You get new clothes, a big meal prepared for you and a new room. It's such a...new feeling.

Jing Yuan doesn't force you to do anything, doesn't force you to hug him or be near him. All he asks is that you stay safe in the house. He doesn't outright ask for you to trust him just because he's your father, he gains your trust. No matter how long it'll take for you to be comfortable around him.

Even when he needs to go back to work, he asks you if you're more comfortable to come with him to work and he can set up a place where you can relax and do whatever you wish. Or if you'd rather be at home. If you choose to just stay at home, he'll order some guards to ensure your safety and if Yanqing has gained your trust in this time. He'll ask the young boy to be your babysitter even if your age difference isn't that large.

Overall, Jing Yuan is definitely surprised to find out he has a child but that surprise turns into unhappiness when he finds out how you've been treated. He ensures your mother gets put in jail for her negligence then takes you in. He doesn't force you at all to trust him, he slowly earns it and whether or not you do end up trusting him eventually. He doesn't mind either outcome.

Because in the end, he doesn't care if you actually trust him or not. What he cares about is if you're healthy and happy. That's his main priority at this moment and time.

If/When you are finally ready, he's there with open arms. Happy to have you see him as a father figure and happy he can heal whatever damage his ex partner ever did to you.

He's happy because you're happy.

I started basing this slightly off a book I read for school as I thought it fitted haha. I'm unsure what to think of this but hopefully it's okay...

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary:blind reader in this one Gale didn't write bad about Sam.

Warnings:…😶

WC: 5.7k

Author’s Note: happy new year y’all. Hope everyone had a good year. Also apologizes in advance for this one. Hope y’all enjoy:D

****~****

After high school you had known that the college life was also going to be hard. It took you forever to know the halls, turns and where your classes were at. It helped that you had your service dog, Scooby. According to your adoptive mom, he was a brown Chesapeake Bay Retriever. Now you had no idea what they looked like but you are positive he was cute. People always tended to gush about him where ever you took him. He had been a great help for you as you adjusted in this new city.

Your mom had been skeptical at first but she knew she had to let you go. She was very protective of you especially after your father was killed. You had been away on a school trip with your class when it had happened. You had only found out about it two days after when your mom personally came to get you from the trip. The trip had been in Alaska, it was supposed to be a two month trip but due to the attacks it was cut short.

The news had devastated you. Especially since you didn't know about it right away, cause of the no cell reception. So it was harder for your mom to reach you. You and your mother had cried for days.

She didn't know how she'd be able to let you move to New York by yourself with Scooby. She wouldn't be able to move on if she lost you or Scooby. She loved that dog, he was such a good boy. They had trained him on some simple commands to help you.

Dewey had helped you teach Scooby the commands.

So with that fear in mind, not only did she move to the city herself, she didn't have it in her to let you leave and live by yourself. But she also had called someone she hasn't spoken to as much as she wanted.

"Gale? Hey it's been awhile."

"Hello Sam, how's it going?"

"Uh pretty good we're settled in and you know Tara's worried about starting school again, she says she's not nervous but I can tell she is. How are you holding up, since you know..."

"Oh you know I'm hanging in there. I was actually calling to ask you for a favor. I completely understand if you can't. I know trust goes a long way for you."

"Gale relax, if it wasn't for you, people would still be dragging my name through the mud. What can I help you with?"

Gale leaned back in her desk chair. She tried so hard to make sure you had stayed out of her life as a reporter. Keeping you a secret from the world was surprisingly easy. Especially if there was crazy psycho trying remake a movie. Dewey and herself had agreed to keeping you a secret. Adopting you was one of her greatest things she could have done.  She remembers the day she first saw you, it was a couple months after she found out that she couldn't have kids. Dewey had tried to tell her that it was okay, that they didn't need a kid to be a happy family. But she knew better, they both had wanted a baby in the family.

So they went to a foster home. And that's where they found you, a tiny little girl. You were only baby, a year old to be exact when they saw you walking around crashing into things, walking into walls. They had watched how the other older kids would ignore you. You would babble to get anyone's attention but you'd be ignored. After crashing into a wall once again, they watched how you stood back up with a smile on your face. You had a small ball in your hands but no one to play with. They didn't understand why, until you got closer. Stumbling here and there.

Your soft y/ec eyes had clear white spots in them. Even though they were warned about you, they had fallen in love with you the moment they saw you.

"I have a daughter."

"Oh what? Wow uh congratulations?"

"No I've had her for a while, she's 19." She knew Sam probably didn't believe her.

"Really? Why are you telling me this?"

Gale heard the confusion, but she couldn't follow you every where. So she needed someone to keep an eye on you. Just a safety precaution. Something that could help her keep calm. Making friends was something that didn't come easy for you. Even though you're a bright and happy kid, other people weren't. It never affected you though. Your smile always stayed. 'Life is too short for me to be butt hurt that people don't want to be my friend, I'll be fine mom.' Was something you always said.

"She has this, thing. And I was just hoping you'd kinda just be there for her. She doesn't make friends easily and I know I'm asking a lot but—Gale relax. What's her name?"

~~~~~~******~~~~~~

The day had come. You had recently moved into the studio room with the help of your mom. She had helped remind you where everything was at. Making sure you knew every corner, step, counter in the apartment. It took a while but you got it. Now you could do somethings by yourself. Like bathe (obviously), get yourself dressed (your wardrobe was filled with mostly black clothing), colored clothing was in a different drawer, cook (pb&j's, cup noddle soup, wash dishes) You weren't completely helpless. A life without vision was something you were used to.

"Okay Scooby, how do I lo-" Your phone rang, cutting you off. You turned to the direction of the phone, hearing the nails scrapes of your dog. The phone ring getting closer. You felt the nudge on your knee. Reaching down feeling the cold nose of your dog, taking the phone from him. Siri had been notifying you of who was calling. "Thanks buddy."

"Hi mom."

"Hey honey, listen I called a friend of mine her name is Sam and she's on her way to take you to class-Moom-I know I know but please just give your lady a piece of mind. I swear I'm getting more grey hair. Just please do it for me."

You sighed and nodded. "Okay mom. When is she co-" The sound of the door bell rang throughout the studio. "I thinks she's here."

***

"Wait since when does Gale have a daughter?" Tara asked confused. She had over heard Sam's call with Gale and had wanted to help Gale's daughter. Especially since they'd be going to the same college.

"I don't know, she has a daughter that's your age, lives alone with a dog, apparently doesn't know anyone here cause she just moved here and her name is Y/n. We are going to go pick her up tomorrow."

"Damn. Gale weathers kept her daughter a secret?" The younger carpenter sibling said amazed. She would have never guessed that Gale had a daughter. She had started to wonder what the girl looked like.

Now that she was kept waiting, she was left feeling just a tad bit excited to meet the girl. She wondered if she was like more like Gale or Dewey. Probably a mix of both.

*

"Who's there." Your hand felt around for the button next to the door. It was intercom that your mom had paid to get installed. It was the best tech that your mom could possibly find.

"Hi Y/n it's Sam, Gale sent me."

"Mom I thinks she's here, uh how do I know I can trus-You can honey, trust me. Sam is a good one."

"Okay. I love you." Your mom returned the term of endearment before hanging up. Your hands felt around for the locks on the door. Unlocking all ten of them. Once finished you opened the door.

Sam stood on the other side, her eyes widening just a bit at the sight of your eyes. Now she understood why Gale wanted someone to watch over you. Tara stood behind her sister, jaw slack as she took you in as well. She had never seen someone so beautiful. She took in your smile as you let Sam in offering your hand that Sam shook. She walked close behind her sister as she watched one of cutest dogs she's ever seen close the door behind her. Her eyes looked into yours. Most of your eye color was covered with a cloudy white color. There was still some color in there but not as much. They were still the most beautiful pair of eyes she has ever seen.

"And you are?" The question was directed to her. It was what snapped her out of her thoughts. Her face felt flushed and warm as you looked in her direction.

You had heard the other set of footsteps when you let Sam in. You could smell the different perfume the person used. It was a smell you liked, never had you smelled something so, beautiful? The person stopped in front of you. You offered a smile and held a hand out.

"T-Tara. I'm Tara Sam's sister." Tara ignored the raised eyebrow directed towards her by her sister. Her face felling hot as she shook your hand. Your hand was much bigger than hers but it was so soft and warm. She wanted to hold on to it forever.

Your ears felt blessed as you took in her voice. It was the most beautiful voice you had ever heard.

"Nice to meet you Tara. This is Scooby. I'm sorry if my mom made you guys co-Hey now we wanted to, now are you ready?" Tara reassured. She didn't want you feeling like they didn't have a choice in the matter. Tara had never been so grateful that Gale trusted them in meeting her daughter. Cause you had to be one of the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.

"Uh yea. I just need my walking stick and my backpack."

At the mention of the backpack the two sisters watched as the dog scurried away towards the living room. Retrieving your backpack from the small coffee table. He had already had his service vest on and he was ready to go. With a smile on your face you took the backpack that had your walking stick. You moved to take it out but a warm hand stopped you.

"I got you, you can hold my elbow." Tara with a blush on as you took her elbow with a smile. She ignored the pointed look from her sister once again. She felt warm all over at the feeling of your soft hand touching her skin. She lead you out the apartment while Sam locked up.

Sam watched how Tara directed where each step was at. Telling you where exactly was the button to call the elevator. Although Sam felt like you already knew where it was at. She watched as you smiled and followed Tara nevertheless. Right before leaving the apartment you had reached for your sunglasses. Covering your eyes, she saw the disappointment in her sister's eyes the second it happened.

Sam couldn't help the small smile, Tara had been different since last year's attacks. But seeing that smile on her face while she spoke to you was something she hoped to see more.

*

"Okay here's your music class." Tara directed you into the class, there were already some students in the class waiting for the professor to arrive. "Do you wanna sit in the front?" She touched your hand that was still holding the inside of her elbow. She looked up at you, your soft smile on display as you looked down in her direction. Seeing her reflection on your sunglasses. She wished she could see your eyes again.

"Yes please, thank you Tara. I really appreciate you helping me."

The smile she got in return felt like a reward, seeing such a beautiful smile directed her way had Tara feeing like she could just melt to the floor.

"I wanted to. Now here's your recorder, your mom said you like to go back and listen to the lessons. Here, it's the professors textbook she's using this year." Before getting to the class, they had stopped by the library. When she saw the classes you were taking, they took a little detour. Grabbing the textbooks she knew would benefit you more.

"Thank you Tara but I can't exactly see." You said with a teasing smile. Feeling her cheeks warming up, she couldn't help the chuckle that left her lips.

"I know that, but this one you'll like better. I'll see you two after class. Bye." She smiled down at Scooby who had sat on the seat right next to yours, laying his head down on the arm rest.

"We'll see you later, thanks again Tara." You smiled up towards the direction you knew she was standing at. Your heart skipping at beat when you felt her warm hand on top of yours.

"You're welcome. Now I really have to go or else I'll be late to my class."

She left the room soon after. You smiled to yourself. Remembering to call your mom to thank her. Tara sounded so...beautiful. You may be blind but just by her voice you knew she was beautiful. Tara will be a great friend to have around.

Hearing the professor walk in and announce the beginning of his lecture you hit record on your recorder. Taking the book that Tara had gotten for you. Your breath hitching in your throat when your fingers felt over the cover. It was a braille version of the textbook. Your mom had told you that they didn't have braille books for the music course you were taking. But here it was. Noted that it did feel old but nevertheless it was a book you could read. Feeling your eyes watering a bit, no one had been this nice to you, that wasn't family. To go out of their way to do something so kind. Yet Tara did.

Scooby laid his head on your arm. You smiled down at him petting his head. Maybe making friends here wouldn't be so hard.

*

The weeks that followed had been great for Tara. She had spent most of her days with you. Or you with her at her apartment with the rest of the gang. You and Scooby have become such a great addition to the group. Having you around the apartment had been something that she loved to see.

Since you had been her friend the amount of frat parties she had gone to have been minimum. Choosing to rather be with you and Scooby either at your apartment or hers.

Something that Sam had liked.

Sam had seen the bond between her sister and you grow. The way you with out trying brought out the girl Sam had left behind five years ago. The way Tara was around you was of someone that had no worries. Someone that hadn't gone through almost getting killed. Someone who hadn't been betrayed by someone she loved. Someone who had to kill the one she considered a lover.

Sam could also see how you were around her sister. Tara hadn't been the only one to grow attached. Seeing the way you were around Tara was almost comical. Seeing you both dance around each others feelings was funny. Sam had taken to talking to Gale more often. Telling her about how you were doing. But also about how they were doing as well. The bond between Sam and Gale had grown.

"Hey Sam, how was work?"

She had just gotten back from work to find you and Scooby sitting on the floor of the living room. The way you could just tell who the person was, just by their footsteps was something that Sam had found impressive. She had seen how Chad had tried to sneak up on you but you would always greet him before he had the chance.

"Hey Y/n, it was good what are you guys doing? Where's Tara?"

"Well I'm helping Tara with her homework, well the best I can anyway. And she's in the bathroom." You smiled in the direction of where Sam stood.

"That's good. Any one at school giving you trouble?" Sam had been told by not only the twins but also her sister how they had found a group of frat boys picking on you. Scooby had tried his best to comfort you, not only was he there to help you but he was also there to protect you. Sam had been told by Tara how they had arrived in time to see Scooby biting one of the frat boys. The one that had taken your mobility cane.

"No Scooby scares them away. That or Tara does." You joked earning a laugh from the older Carpenter.

"Good, you know if anyone is bothering you, you can tell me." Sam had been told by your mom how you used to get bullied in high school. You were a sweet kid that didn't deserve to be mistreated. It wouldn't be the first time she had scared someone just for looking at you wrong.

"I know. Thanks Sam."

"You're welcome, now I'm making dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs sound good."

"Sounds great."

*

You were laid on Tara's bed watching a movie you had never heard of. It was one of Tara's favorite movies. The Babadook. You weren't really into scary movies. You had loved hearing the movies your dad watched. The Marvel movies. Daredevil had always been your favorite. For obvious reasons of course. To be blind and still be able to kick ass. Now that was awesome.

But nevertheless Tara had wanted to see the movie, so now you were here. Tara laying her head on your chest as she watched her movie. You were listening in as well. Jumping a bit when a suspenseful scene happened. You didn't see it but from the music and sound effects, not to mention the tv was a bit loud.

But the more you laid there. The more you got lost. The warmth of Tara's body pressing on to you. The feeling of her head laying right above your heart. The way her hand was on your stomach, her fingers softly creasing your stomach. It was sending the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. Her legs were intertwined with yours. Your arm was also wrapped around her back holding her into place.

You weren't sure what this meant. Seeing as you never really had friends. Or cuddled with anyone. This was something you've never done before. You didn't want to over think anything. Make things weird. So you just laid there. Hoping Tara could feel what you felt. You'd ask but you didn't want to lose this friendship. You didn't want to jeopardize losing Tara.

"I can feel you thinking. What's on your mind?" Tara paused the movie to look up at you. Her chin still on your chest as you looked at you. Your glasses were off, the fairly lights, and the lights coming from the tv made your eyes shine. The small patched of y/ec were noticeable. Your eyes were something she loved to look at. They were like clouds with a bit of color in them. Her fingers came up to your cheek on their own accord. Softly creasing the smooth skin of your cheek. Her smile widening when you leaned into her palm.

"Nothi-Liar. I don't know if you know this but, when something is bothering you or you're thinking too hard. You get this cute little crinkle right here." With a finger she touched in between your eyebrows. Laughing when you were quick to make said crinkle go away. "Now come on tell me."

"Uh I like someone."

Tara felt herself tense, her smile quickly falling from her face. She sat up away from your warmth. Her heart breaking at the thought of you with someone else. Someone getting to lay with you like she had been doing. Someone else being able to get to kiss you. Or seeing you vulnerable like how she's seen you.

"That's-That's..who? Do I know them?" She had hoped her voice didn't come off like she wanted to cry. Cause she could feel the tears building up.

"Yea. You do. It's Sam."

The way her jaw dropped, part of her not believing what she was hearing. You liked Sam?! Samantha!! Her sister?! The ache in her heart grew ten fold. The tears escaped her eyes and she was quick to wipe them away.

"I'm just kidding. It's not Sam. It's you. I like you."

Tara didn't know whether to punch you or kiss you. So she punched your arm. "You asshole." The punch was quickly followed with a kiss. The feeling of her lips on yours was everything she had dreamed of.

"Were you crying?" You reluctantly pulled away when you felt her wet cheeks.

"Duh! I thought you confessing your love to my, sister! You're an asshole for that and I'll never forgive you." Even though the scare was still there. Your teasing smile had her smiling as well.

"I'm sorry. What can I do for you to forgive me." You brought your hands up, cupping her cheeks. You could feel her smile, the dimples that had been your favorite to feel. Her soft skin was so warm.

"Mmh, go on date with me."

"Aw man. I wanted to be the one to ask."

Tara smiled at the sight of your pout. She chuckled, she no longer felt the heart ache. No. She felt like she could kiss you again. And again. And again. The love she felt in her chest felt so strong. Something she never felt before. Not even with...Amber. Amber had made feel something. There was doubt in that. But nothing like this.

"So is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes."

*

You sat in one of tables in the quad. Scooby sat by your side. It wouldn't be long till Tara and Mindy came out of their last class of the day. It had been a month since your date with Tara. A month since you started dating Tara. Just the thought of your girlfriend was enough to have you smiling.

At hearing the familiar footsteps you straighten up. By the way they slowed down you knew she was trying to sneak up on you, so you let her. You felt her soft lips on your cheek.

"Hey baby." Tara had missed you(although she had seen you two hours ago when she walked you to your class) she couldn't help it. To be able to kiss you when ever she wanted, it was something she loved to do. Having you blush every time she kissed you. It was a sight she aimed to see every single hour of the day. Pecking your lips before greeting Scooby (who was happy to see her). "Hello there buddy, are you protecting our girl huh. Anyone bother her?"

"No one bothered me. Where's Mindy?" Feeling her warmth as she sat next to you. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder bringing her closer. You felt her get closer kissing what you thought was her temple but ended up being the corner of her eyes. "Oops sorry." Hearing her giggle was like a blessing to your ears. She cupped your cheeks guiding your lips to hers into a gentle kiss.

"Mmh it's okay. And she's with Anika. Chad's with Ethan doing who knows what. It's just you and me babe-*BARK*-And Scooby of course." Tara chuckled at the interruption.

"Maybe we could have a date ni-Guys! There's a party going down today and we have been invited." Quinn had said with excitement, you Tara had loved to party. It wasn't anything new. Yes, most times she blew off a party to be with you. You had loved every moment you had with Tara. But the thought of her holding back on having fun was something that began to make you feel, guilty?

"Uh I'm not sure-Oh come on Tara. Y/n tell Tara to have some fun."

With those thoughts in mind. You  looked in the direction of your girlfriend. "Yea go have fun babe."

"But what-It's okay. I'm going to be on the phone with my mom most of the night. Go. Have fun. You can call me after."

"Fine, ugh okay. But I'll be in your apartment right after. Okay?" A part of Tara didn't even want to go. She had wanted to go back to your apartment and just relax.

She'd only stay at the party for an hour or two and then she'll go to yours.

*

You had just finished making yourself a cup noddle soup. Moving in the kitchen had been relatively easy for you. You had gotten used to everything in your apartment. Making the soup was easy. Especially when you did it the lazy way. (Water in the cup and then in the microwave). You weren't supposed to but it was much faster that way.

At sound of Scooby barking had you turning to face the noise. "Scooby?" Your hand held on to the counter. Using it to guide you to the noise.

"Here boy."

You heard him growl, you with your hand moving from the kitchen counter to the wall leading to the supply closet. Then you felt Scooby biting your pants leg. Trying lead you away from the door.

"What's wrong-" The force of a being tackled had your sentence cut short. With the sudden weight, weighing you down. The sudden pain of what you assumed was a knife coming down on your shoulder had you screaming. The scream of pain was followed by the yelp of the person.

Scooby had beaten into the arm of the attacker. But a dog wasn't going to stop the attacker. No. He had came prepared. Wearing a material that can withstand a bite from a dog. Killing you was going to be easy. Gutting the dog was something he had been looking forward to. Stabbing the dog, the yelp of pain the dog let out.

"No!" You sobbed out. You couldn't lose him. You felt around for something, anything you could use to help Scooby. Your fingers connected with something solid, it was Chad's baseball bat. You gripped and swung it as hard as you could. You felt the moment the hard bat connected to the attacker. You heard the moment they dropped Scooby. More sobs escaping your lips as you failed to hear any noise coming from Scooby.

"Oh Y/n, you've missed out quite a bit. But let me catch you up to speed."

You're breathing was heavy, feeling like you couldn't catch your breath with how much you were crying. The pain you felt as the knife was brought down into your chest, the pain was too much. You tried to fight back. Your hand holding the knife, you ears finally picked up the faint whimpering of Scooby. He was dying and you couldn't do anything to help him.

"Alexa call Tara."

"Calling Tara."

"No-" A hand covered your mouth as you tried to fight him off. But you could feel your energy fading. You had lost count on how many times you had been stabbed. You didn't want Tara to hear you dying. You didn't-

"Hey baby-Would you relax Sam it's Y/n." Hearing her voice sounded so relieved. Your felt your tears escaping at a rapid pace. Your tears rolling down the side of your face into your ears.

"Babe?"

"Hello Tara."

*

"Hello Tara."

The voice had her freezing in her steps. The dread overwhelmed her in waves. No it couldn't. He couldn't be back. With you. You were vulnerable. Scooby could only do so much. Feeling Sam behind her as she bolted. Sam close behind her.

"Tara wait! What's wrong?"

"Don't worry Tara. She won't go alone."

*

Nothing could have prepared her for when she opened your door. There was no noise. Not the tv playing your favorite show, not the scabbing of nails coming to greet her. Not your voice calling out to her with a beaming smile.

No.

What greeted her was the sight of Scooby laying in pool a blood. He was unmoving. His eyes wide with no life in them. Her hand shook as she raised it to her mouth. The sob escaped her lips when she saw who was laying unconscious not too far from Scooby.

“No. No. No. Please god no.” Her vision became a tunnel vision. The only thing she could see was your stiff body. “Y/n?” Your eyes were open but unblinking. The same as your dog. No life in them. Her chest stuttered to get some air in. The sobs that racked her body as she pulled you closer. Your body was no longer warm. It had turned cold.

“No. Come on Y/n. Please. Please don’t leave me. You can’t. You can’t.” The ache in her chest had also started in her lungs. She couldn’t breathe. The pain she felt at seeing no life in your eyes. Your beautiful cloudy y/ec eyes held no life.

“Sam help me! Help me please! Scooby needs help to Y/n-she needs him. She can’t lose him. Please. Pl-please.” She held your limp body closer to her. Wishing that this was just a horrible nightmare. Wishing that she’d wake up and that you’d be right next to her.

But you stayed still. Your body stayed cold.

Tara gasped awake, her eyes frantically looking around the room. She was in her own room. But you weren’t there. The panic grew. The dread growing when she didn’t find you. She reached for her phone calling you. But the more she went without hearing your voice. The more the fear grew. She was out of her bed in no time. In a rush to find you.

It couldn’t be true.

But it felt so real.

When you weren’t in the kitchen, she had to find you. Your apartment is where she’d find you. You had to be there. You just had to.

The force of knocking into someone had been so sudden that she had almost knocked the person over. Had the person not been prepared.

“Wow Tara trying to tackle a blind person are ya?”

The sound of your voice had her already blood shut eyes widening before she let out a relieved sob as she fell into your arms. As she buried her face into your chest holding you tight. The nightmare had felt so real. The pain of losing you had felt so real. Your de- your body she had felt it.

“Talk to me Tara? What’s wrong?” You were worried. Never had you heard Tara crying like this. You had texted her last night but Anika had responded saying Tara drank a bit too much and was taken home late into the night. So you had gone to bed with the plan of going to Tara’s in the morning hoping you could make her hangover a bit better.

“Tara breath for me baby.” The concern grew as you felt her breathing become more erratic. You tried your best to lead her inside without tripping shutting the door behind you. Locking as many locks as you could. Scooby followed close behind. Also worried for the shorter girl.

When your fingers finally touched the couch you sat her down but she refused to let you go. You wanted to know what had caused her to act like this.

You dug into your bag, fingers grazing items you did not need. Once you found what you needed you took it out. “Come on Tar, use your inhaler. Breath for me baby. I’m right here.”

Once she had her breathing under control. You leaned back into the couch. Pulling Tara on your lap and holding her close to you. You weren’t sure what was wrong but it was clear that she needed comforting. Scooby also jumping on to the couch. His head laying into the space of the couch and you and Tara. Trying his best to comfort the girl.

“I had a bad dream. It felt so real. So fucking real. Everything. From the way you act, talk. Even when you use the microwave to heat up your cup noddle soups. Even when I tell you not to do that. Ghostface attacked you and Scooby. You both didn’t make it. Fuck it felt so real. And when I woke up I felt so confused and-when I didn’t see you, the fear grew. I couldn’t tell if the dream was real or not. I can’t lose you Y/n. I just can’t. I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you.” Tara felt herself wanting to cry again.

“I’m right here. I know I can’t necessarily promise you that nothing will happen to me. But I sure as hell can promise you that I’ll try my very best to always return to you.” You kissed the side of her face. What ended being her ear.

“I know, I’m sorry I freaked out on you.” She mumbled into your neck. Her grip on you never loosened up. Not that you were complaining.

“Don’t be. Plus I’m not that helpless. Daredevil isn’t my favorite marvel character for no reason.” You joked hoping you could get a laugh or smile from her. From the sound of her chuckle you knew you had succeeded.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”

With a kiss on your lips, you could still feel her lips trembling just a bit. You wanted her to feel safe. To feel sure.

“I love you Y/n.” To have you laying here with her. It was enough for to calm down just a bit. To have Scooby also here was just enough for her to finally accept that it was just a nightmare.

“I love you to Tara.”

:)

[cowboyemeritus]

Can i request brat tamer aether pleasee 😩😩😩

why yes you can >:)

“This is for your own good.”

Thwack!

You jolt as Aether’s large, open hand makes contact with your ass. Mercifully, he’d removed his rings before starting, placing them on his bedside table, but the sting has tears pricking in your eyes nonetheless. Bent over his lap, you whimper, trying to wriggle away, but he holds you down easily.

“I’m sorry.” You’re really not, but it’s so much more fun when you play your part like this.

Aether shakes his head. “Sorry’s not good enough, love. You know better than to distract the boys while they’re trying to practice.” His hand comes down again, and, not expecting it, you yelp. “Damn near ruined rehearsal, you did.”

“It’s not my fault Dew can’t keep it in his pants.” You can still feel his (and Swiss’, and Phantom’s) cum leaking out of you. “If they didn’t want to be distracted, they wouldn’t have invited me to come wa-“ Another spank, this one harder than the last two. You cry out, the pain going straight to your center. He always makes it hurt so, so good.

The large ghoul huffs out an incredulous laugh. “Making excuses now, are we?” He strokes the welt forming on your buttock with his thumb, admiring his handiwork. “I thought I taught you better than that.” This time he goes for the other cheek. There can be no way for you to sit comfortably after what you’ve done. You moan, a tear finally spilling over. “What number was that? Have you been counting like I asked you to?”

You nod, sniffling. “It was five.”

He scoffs. “And now you lie to me! What’s gotten into you?” Two strikes come in rapid succession, and a sob wrenches itself out of you.

“’S not fair!” Not that you mind. “You’re punishing me for something that’s not my fault!” This time, Aether growls.

“I can’t believe you.” He grabs at your ass hard enough that the tips of his claws dig into the reddened flesh a little. With his other hand, the ghoul pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re starting over. Count out loud, since you can’t be trusted anymore.” In your periphery, you see his hand wind all the way back. When he hits you, it echoes off the walls. You let out a strangled cry, thrashing in his lap.

“One,” you gasp, ecstasy twisting your guts. Aether hums, satisfied by this.

“That’s more like it.”

He’s able to keep you in line for another nine strikes, alternating between sides. By the time you call out number ten, your ass burns, radiating heat and no doubt an angry shade of red. You’re entirely too close from this treatment alone, sobbing and moaning and loving every fucking second of it. Aether runs his palm over your tanned hide, soothing the skin with the faintest trace of quintessence. You shift your hips in the hopes of getting a little friction and he takes that as his cue to keep going, clucking his tongue.

“There,” he says. “Was that really so bad?”

“Fuck you,” you hiss, eager for his response. He’s quiet for a moment, then sighs, exasperated. 

“Up. Hands and knees. You clearly need more instruction.” He swats at you one more time when you remain still, and you yip, like you’re a little dog he’s just stepped on. “I’m not asking.” On shaky legs, you comply, Aether threading his fingers into your hair to help guide you, positioning you on the edge of the bed. He takes his sweet time unbuckling his belt, and when you hear his pants finally hit the floor, it’s hard to contain your excitement. You wiggle your reddened ass for him, looking back with a smirk as he spits into his hand and strokes his cock a few times, rolling his violet eyes at you. As he lines himself up, teasing the head against your opening, his tail snakes up your body, wrapping itself around your throat and squeezing. When he finally pushes inside you, it takes everything you have to not fall over the edge. Your back arches as he starts fucking you at a punishing pace, hips slamming into your tender backside. 

“Really, this is my fault,” he mutters, watching your face contort with rabid pleasure. “I clearly haven’t given you enough discipline.”

You laugh. "Clearly not."

In truth, no amount of discipline could ever be enough. Both of you love this little game far too much.

[gibberishfangirl]

WIND BREAKER | when they have a gamer girlfriend

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of how the boys react/feel after learning your love for video games (+ what game you play/are addicted to)

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! just cute content, the boys being cute boyfriends who support their girlfriends interests

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ MINECRAFT LOVER, you can’t help it you love minecraft you can’t trust anyone who doesn’t it’s insane!

❤︎ your love for minecraft got so bad you literally paid around 1k for a pc set just to play minecraft

❤︎ of course you have all the cutest mods downloaded in your system you just can’t have it any other way

❤︎ sakura doesn’t understand the concept of minecraft so you forced him to spend an all nighter at your place in order to show him the wonders and joys of Minecraft

❤︎ you even let sakura build his own world on your pc

❤︎ he adapted a very emotional relationship with his virtual pet wolf — it died within that same hour after he accidentally pushed it off a cliff (yes he mourns over it forever)

❤︎ his obsession for minecraft grew and even goes to your house just to play minecraft sometimes (not that you mind, you LOVE watching him play and think it’s adorable how much he tries in his world)

❤︎ he downloaded minecraft on his phone and the two of you play on there in your shared world with your cats and dogs

❤︎ yes you two have matching skins, he claims they’re lame but he loves it

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ sadly you have fallen victim to being an overwatch addict

❤︎ you hate the game but you’re so addicted to it and have simply committed too much time to quit

❤︎ you love team based games and always fall into the curse of being a support main

❤︎ the rage gets so bad sometimes Umemiya is always there to comfort you after you get dragged through the mud by other players

❤︎ Umemiya finds it cute how you play team based games considering he’s a leader

❤︎ loves to watch you play, finds it fascinating to be honest

❤︎ he loves to hear you ramble about the game, the hero’s, the buffs, the nerfs, has no idea what you’re talking about but listens regardless

❤︎ he eventually also falls victim to the overwatch addict syndrome

❤︎ you pocket him in games and get accused of edating

❤︎ he’s a dps/genji main (i said what i said)

❤︎ yes you two get especially flamed whenever playing the mercy/genji duo (LMAOO goodluck)

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ you’re an animal crossing lover

❤︎ you work hard in your world trying to make everything cute, literally spend hours perfecting the cuteness

❤︎ YOU GET SO LUCKY ?! actually have the cutest villagers as well

❤︎ you carry your switch EVERYWHERE, you never leave the house without it

❤︎ you even own the pink nintendo switch lite that you use for your travel/daily use

❤︎ suo finds your habits adorable and loves to watch you fiddle away on your switch when you two are killing time

❤︎ you obviously had to give him a tour of the village and show him all your hard work

❤︎ he loves to hear you rank your villagers from least to most favorite

❤︎ even watches some videos on his own time to understand the game more and surprise you with his own knowledge

❤︎ lets you sit on his lap while you play and he watches

❤︎ goes around abusing your villagers with the butterfly net when you let him play

❤︎ whenever he comes over you both catch butterflies and animals in the game trying to see who can find the best one

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ your a sims player, it can’t be helped

❤︎ when you and nirei started dating you even created a world with the two of you and planned out a sims wedding

❤︎ he wasn’t creeped out at all he actually found it to be very sweet and charming

❤︎ he has no idea what the sims is originally so you HAD to introduce him

❤︎ once he understands the concept he is HOOKED seriously sign him tf up

❤︎ you let him create worlds on your account

❤︎ you helped him create a world that has both of you AND his all his friends

❤︎ you both spend hours torturing the boys virtually on the sims

❤︎ spend all your time laughing and giggling at the game

❤︎ he goes down the deep rabbit hole of all the crazy and unhinged sims challenges that were popular on youtube years ago (if you know you know, the 100 babies challenge, etc.)

❤︎ kept this a secret but he also created a sims world on his own with the two of you where your sims got married, had kids, and lived happily ever after

❤︎ is manifesting that same future for the two of you in reality

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ you’re the biggest fortnite FIEND to exist, a massive sweat and a pro builder

❤︎ you challenge everyone and anyone to a 1v1 just to show off your building skills

❤︎ he was instantly intrigued once he saw how good you were at the game

❤︎ not to mention you literally own every single skin in existence; the cute ones, ugly ones, freaky looking ones, questionable ones, anime ones, ALL OF THEM

❤︎ he purchased a console just to play with you and i kid you not you play with him almost every single day. it’s apart of the daily routine

❤︎ you LOVE to 1v1 him and make him rage just because you’re that much better

❤︎ you get extremely sweaty once he actually starts getting good

❤︎ yes you two have matching skins AND MATCHING GAMER TAGS

❤︎ you had to change your gamer tag just to please your boyfriend

❤︎ his gamer tag: ifistfight , your gamer tag: fight

❤︎ yes you two shit on the entire lobby in duos, sometimes you two dabble in online trolling

❤︎ your matching skins are the shark skins cozy chomps (if you know you know, THEYRE SO CUTE)

❤︎ you always have vbucks on deck

❤︎ you also own every emote to exist

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ you’re the raging toxic cod player

❤︎ specifically a civilized one who isn’t a complete piece of shit

❤︎ you rage so easily in the game

❤︎ ofc you have a pink load out you wouldn’t have it any other way

❤︎ you straight up purchased the nicki minaj skin not because you like her but because hello?? it’s a pink skin WITH A PINK GUN THAT SHOOTS GLITTER ?? consider yourself sold

❤︎ first saw you play when he went over to your house unexpectedly while you were in the middle of gaming

❤︎ he’s super impressed by how good your aim is

❤︎ he usually sits on the ledge of your bed while being captivated by your movement in the game and your skills

❤︎ ofc you’re a sniper and he finds that even more impressive to see you clip bitches in less than a second

❤︎ sometimes he’ll sit on your gaming chair and you’ll sit on his lap while you play

❤︎ he likes to watch your hands fiddle with the controller while you game

❤︎ he’s tried it out himself but much rather prefers watching you play than playing himself

❤︎ if anyone else ever mentions that they play cod he hypes you up and instantly starts bragging about how his girlfriend could smoke them in a 1v1

a/n <3 : this was so much fun to write. might make a part 2 with different games ? not sure yet lmk if yall want that

[transjess]

“Crowley,” Sam says. “I am not marrying you.”

“Just hear me out,” Crowley says, holding his hands up. “This could be good for both of us, right? Just sit your giant arse down and listen to me for a minute.”

Sam glowers, but he’s always been curious, and the desire to know what the hell Crowley is on about wins over his instant dismissal. “You have a minute,” he says, lowering himself into a bunker chair. “One minute.”

“How generous,” Crowley says, but he doesn’t waste any time. “Look, Sam, neither of us wants Abaddon in charge, right? Alone you can’t defeat her, Cassie over there’s about as much use as a dodo, and as much as I hate to say it I’m not entirely confident I can beat her either. Wherever Dean’s buggered off to, he's not helping right now. But united, together, we have a chance.”

“Where the hell does marriage come into this?” Sam interrupts.

Crowley holds up a hand. “Patience, Moose,” he says. “I was getting to that.”

“Get to it faster,” Cas says.

“Down, boy,” Crowley says, unbothered. “Marriage comes into it because a lot of demons are sticklers for tradition, right? The only reason Abaddon has so many dogs in her corner is because they think that because she’s got the better claim to the throne, she’s more powerful - the Lucifer loyalists switched over to her, because she’s the closest they’ve got to him. A Knight is higher up the traditionalist food chain than a crossroads demon, no matter how efficiently Hell runs under my rule. Now, who else has a claim to the throne? Say, one directly related to Lucifer?”

“Me,” Sam says, starting to understand.

“Bingo. The demons loyal to me like the way Hell’s run, and the rest think I don’t have a claim to the throne strong enough to go against Abaddon. Even if they’re not traditionalists themselves, they think Hell will fall back to a more traditional rule, and they don’t want to be on the old girl’s bad side when that happens. But if I was allied with, say, the Boy King of Hell, true vessel of Lucifer? A lot of them would switch sides. And that would be huge.”

“Why marriage?” Cas asks. “Just sign a- a truce, or something.”

“What is marriage if not a contract?” Crowley says, spreading his arms a little and grinning. “A truce that isn’t binding isn’t worth the paper it’s written on, Feathers. And we can’t just be allies in this - full offense, Moose, but you’ve got quite the history of trying to kill me the moment I stop being completely useful to you. I’m not trusting your good word as far as I can throw it, mate. With a contract, I can make it a little more… binding. Historically, marriages have been uniting political allies for hundreds of years - what better nod to the traditionalists among the demon populace than a marriage between the current King of Hell and the destined Boyking? It’s a contract that goes off with a bang. I get to strengthen my position, you get to cash in a little of that Devil clout with any demons you come across - wouldn’t it be easier if they had to obey you? Skip past all that recitation and stabbing and whatnot? Quick and easy exorcisms, all for the low, low price of marrying me. Best of all, this contract wouldn’t even touch your soul. Not that I’d want it, mind you; the thing’s a mess. But regardless, all you have to hand over is… well, your hand. It’s a win-win.”

“You’re insane,” Sam says flatly. Cas hums in consideration.

“You wouldn’t have to take any interest in Hell itself, by the way,” Crowley adds. “I’ll run the whole shebang. Contracts, demon management, soul counts, all of that. You won’t have to worry your pretty little head about a thing. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing - without the threat of demon usurpation and Abaddon takeover quite so weightily on my mind - and all that’ll be different is a ring on your finger and a ‘til death do us part. I’ll even let you read over the vows before the day. Just so you can make sure I’m not up to anything sinister.”

“You’re always up to something sinister,” Sam says, ignoring Crowley pretending to blush and bat his eyelashes. “I just don’t get your angle on this one. Marriage, of all things.”

“Well it’s not exactly ideal for me either,” Crowley says, rolling his eyes. “As much as I love to rile you up, I’m after a quiet life, no nagging wife telling me to clean up entrails after myself when I get home from work after a long day, etc etc. Though I suppose you’d make a decent little housewife, Samantha, all things considered.”

“Shut up,” Cas says before Sam can. Glad we’re on the same page, Sam thinks wryly.

“Look, Sam,” Crowley says, and he looks so completely serious for a moment that it’s almost startling after the faux-flirty banter. “Just think about it, alright? This could be good for both of us. And don’t worry,” he adds, switching back to flirty, lips curling up at the corner. “I won’t even expect you to consummate the marriage.” He winks, grinning, and then disappears. Cas scowls.

[savvthedate]

Skz!Smalltown!AU

Plot; after getting kicked out of her old private school, Y/N is sent to live with the family of her mother's closest friend in her mother's hometown. As Y/N struggles to get used to her new life she meets several interesting people.

RELEASE; January 5 2025

Characters

Chan - The hardworking boy nextdoor

• The son of Y/Ns mother's friend

• almost religiously devoted to his family's shop

• dreams to make it big as a music producer, until then he's stuck here

Lee know - Mayors' Son

• Rich douche bag (it's an act I swear stay with me now)

• his family's been in this town longer than anyone, and for some reason the last 3 mayors have been relatives

• honestly thinks this town doesn't do him any justice

• should be protecting his reputation (he doesn't give even half a damn)

Changbin - Manny McManface

• son of the local sheriff (don't know if this is a good thing or bad)

• brought up to be the best damn QB out there, but he ended up doing wrestling and spending most of his weekends with felix

• stress on 100, he's got expectations to meet and he doesn't know where to start

• sweetest person here (next to Felix)

• biggest protective older brother energy

Hyunjin - Vincent Van Hwang

• parents aren't really that big in town (there the local florist) but trust hyunjin is well known for the wrong things

• if he's not at school, he's either at his one of two jobs; delivery boy for his parents, or at his cashier job at the only fast food place in town (an off brand McDonald's called tastywing)

• working hard for his parents

• gets in the most trouble out of literally anyone in town (if it weren't for his parents relations with Sheriff Seo he'd honestly be screwed)

• people literally love his talent for art, but the majority hate him. You'll either hear "Van Gogh" or "Man go"

Han jisung - Local Loser

• working day and night like a dog at the local library just so he can afford a guitar

• aspiring rock star plays literally ever festival

• literally goes up to people hitting them with "you look like you got potential"

• always seems to be free

• doesn't get out much

Felix - That one guy

• the most likable person you'll ever meet, it's almost concerning

• part time model who's out of town often, but when he's there it's a sunny day

• has to work at tastywing just to make ends meet

• he's so sweet you couldn't even tell he's dated half the girls in town

Suengmin - dog washer

• lives alone (not really, his parents are always away)

• he either has nothing planned at all and just sits around or he's busy with the most random shit

• he works at a dog grooming place, but you swear you never see him there

• hardly works but is always dressed head to toe in designer

• has the biggest house in town, and with his schedule always doing something in said house

Jeongin - Pastor's Son

• His parents own the one church in town

• if you meet him on a Saturday you wouldn't even think he had a holy bone in his body, until you go to church that Sunday and hear him recite scriptures to the congregation

• if hyunjins not doing anything stupid, you can count on Jeongin to do something to keep it interesting

• do not be fooled at all, no matter how he acts trust and Believe he's never even been alone with a girl for more than five seconds, he just acts bold in front of others

[radiance1]

dc x dp (trans Danny btw)

saw this one where Danny is in a big brother program where he converses with Dick who is helping Fanny until the incident then he goes radio silent and then like gets an emergency text with his location and Dick takes the fucking bat jet and gets there to see Danny limping with a bear trap on his leg, baby Ellie in his arms, clothes fucked to hell, and tears in his eyes. Dick immediately takes them gets him some medical attention before he gets the gist of it from Danny who just says he was trapped my the mayor/god father/guardian since the Nasty Burger explosion and he got custody and while he was trapped with him he tried to “make” a perfect son since Danny would be and after a few failed attempts got Ellie but he was able to get out and sent “hunting dogs” to try and get him back and now their there which makes Dick think of the worst because Danny is trans and “making” a baby means you know and so Dick is planning murder and is heading to the mansion (I can’t fucking find it so if someone does than please link it o just couldn’t fucking find it)

anyway I’m adding to that, Danny is obviously traumatized since the whole electrocution and clone thing so he doesn’t want to tell anybody but he has to take care of Danny since she was forced to her core but was able to reform quickly which led her to this state and hes trying to comfort her, they end up at the manor and he’s clinging to Dick since he remembers how nice it was to have someone to talk to and he saved him to Dick is practically his lifeline at the moment and only trusts him right now, Dick gets Danny and Ellie a room first before answering any questions and Danny before letting Dick go says, “Thank you for answering even when I was being a bad little brother and getting you into this mess” he tries to say it light heartedly and jokes about being brother because of the program and Danny sees this as dragging more into the whole ghost secret which he is going to reveal soon but not right now he’s tired and injured but Dick sees this as Danny blaming himself for getting in the situation and Dick says, “You didn’t ask for this. You are not in the wrong. That… man. He didn’t have the right to do what he did to you and he never will. You were brave and strong, and you’re not half bad for a little brother” Dick smiles and Danny relaxed as he gives a hug to Dick who is surprised but so glad that Danny is willing to even get close to him and takes it gracefully while being giddy on the inside, “Okay time to get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow” he waved as Danny waved back with a weak but soft smile. Dick didn’t close it completely but watched for a moment to see Danny holding Ellie and whispering sweet assurances and a small lullaby which made his gear ache that a boy could love his daughter so much no matter what happened, as he took a rest for the night

I don't uh, believe myself well equipped to handle this so I won't be able to add anything here so uh.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

daddy az?? daddy cass?? what about daddy eris 🥺🥺

Oh, I've been waiting to write for our fire boy more.

Future daddy

Let's all be honest with ourselves here. Eris is not someone who would go bouncing off the rooftops when you tell him that you're carrying his baby. That is not to say that he isn't happy. He is. But he's so unbelievably scared that it overpowers everything else. Especially if Beron is still alive and in charge of Autumn.

Hence why, I think, he's getting you out of the main quarters. Somewhere deep into the woods. In some cabin that only he knows of. Somewhere close to winter's borders so that in case you could cross it and Kallias would take care of you for the time being. Because Eris is paranoid. He only trusts himself and his childhood healer who has been in his life ever since he was born. And so I think the beauty of the first months of your pregnancy is kind of washed away by all of this. The worrying. The panic. Eris constantly being on the edge.

But then it all slowly starts to change. One morning he noticed, while you're slowly getting dressed, the tiny bumps forming there and he's never the same afterwards. Eris rolls out of bed, sinking to his knees right in front of you, warm palm carefully caressing the little growing baby there. His eyes fill up with tears as he rests his head on your chest, "I've been such bad mate, such a bad father", he crocks out. "What are you on about, Eris?", you ask him feeling concerned. "You deserve so much more. I haven't even told you how happy I am... How much... How much I love you both", he breathes out. "We both know, darling. Believe me. We love you endlessly", you mutter while brushing his tears away.

And it all just changes. From then moving forward. The only way he can sleep at night is if his hands are resting on your tummy, so big spoon Eris is in full force. He never leaves without giving you and your bump a kiss. The same goes for saying hello. He too enjoys talking to the belly. But I would say that he reads to it more than tells stories of the day. Eris's days are too full of his father's brutality and he wants to keep away from the baby. So he reads the books that he had read to Lucien himself, or found in a little market. He's so good at making different voices for the characters and you can't help but look at him with so much love, already picturing him reading the same story to your baby when they are older and can understand or at least react to their father's voice.

Call me out on it but I think Eris is exceptional at making food and he also loves doing it. So on his free days, he is more than happy to cook for you or make sweet apple tarts. He's also working on a crib himself. Carving all the little woodland trees and creatures, squirrels and deer, berries and leaves. It's something that he's extremely passionate about and let's face it you would be sobbing once he shows it to you. Something so special. Made with so much love by their father. And I think he would like to leave space around the borders so he could carve out your baby's name and keep adding names with each new family member.

Takes you on walks through the forest because moving around is important. Hand around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other on your bump. Stopping to pick flowers for you and thread them through your hair. Plus imagine how nice his fire hands would feel again all the pains and aches. And he does it without even being asked. If you two are sat down on the sofa or even in bed, he always massages your feet. Stopping to rub your shoulders and back. Loving to just sway with you while he's holding up your bump once it gets heavier.

Not to mention a pack of wolf-breed dogs that are your army. Like, forget doing anything on your own. You're peeing with at least twelve eyes looking at you. Receiving bumps to your leg or side if you haven't eaten anything in a while and they start to feel your blood sugar dropping. Heck, trust them to bring you snacks from the kitchen. And the best naps in between all the fluff furs. Eris is more than happy that his doggos are so in love and protective of you two. It's that extra comfort for him. He knows they would fight till death to protect you two.

[amrass]

My Colm O'Driscoll/Micah Bell ship HCs

I originally posted this on my Twitter (yeah I know, the site's politics are icky as hell, but it's also where all the cool NSFW artists are and also the new, miniature Colm/Micah fandom) but I thought some people here could like it ☺️

Warning: This is a villain/villain ship, and dark. I'll list the SFW HCs first, and then the NSFW ones, and the latter can get intense.

Suggested ship names: Drisbell, O'Bell, Micolm, and Cah. Yes, like the crow sound. CAH! That's my contribution ofc ......

Feel free to reply with your own HCs. List after the cut.

SFW

At the core, there's this weird understanding between them, because both are emotionally numb and need to stay numb to survive as cruel, violent outlaws. They try not to reflect too much about death and damnation but can't help it as they're surrounded by it. 

After his brutal upbringing, Micah finds more homeliness and peace with the O'Driscolls than the Van der Lindes. Colm's cruelty is different than his family's, but still familiar enough to feel homely and safer than actual safety would.

A bit like Dutch reminds Micah of his father, Colm reminds Micah of his grandfather. Not only because Colm has that sexy Nosferatu look going on, but because he's got a quiet and sinister influence, and is knowledgeable in torture. He also reacts with pride at Micah's killings, liking it when he is covered head to toe in blood, telling him he's such a good boy. 

Colm uses different methods of indoctrination on his boys, and he finds Micah surprisingly easy to deal with. With Micah, simple attention goes a long way, and so do extreme but precise punishments like tooth/fingernail extraction. 

They both have a disdain for religion; Colm grew up Roman Catholic, and Micah saw Amos be "snatched up" by a local Pentecostal church. They both secretly enjoy choir music, but rob churches to "compensate" for sometimes sitting outside and listening. 

They have a similar sense of black humor. They hate purple things and have a complicated relationship with Colm's brother. They love cocaine, guns and in modern AU, listening to metal together in Colm's car.

NSFW

Colm is an ass-man (same) and his brain just zaps out if he's staring at Micah's ass. Micah learns to manipulate this in turn, wearing tighter pants, but sometimes this backfired because he can’t run away and Colm fucks him so roughly he forgets what he originally wanted lolol. 

Micah has an oral fixation (smokes like a chimney from an early age) and secretly loves sucking dick. Colm enjoys having his dick sucked. But sometimes Micah gets way too possessive and keeps sucking after he's come, so Colm has to drag him off by his green neckerchief like a mad dog, and Micah just sticks out his tongue in retaliation before he swallows slowly with triumph.  

Colm likes giving Micah piercings as a sign of ownership. Micah is bad at caring for them so they mostly get rejected and scar, which Colm also likes, if not only so he can re-do them. 

In the biker AU, Colm once fucked Micah over his motorbike, Micah naked and him in full leather gear, and Micah is still jerking off about that memory twenty years later. 

Both enjoy pushing each other's boundaries. Kind of obvious I guess, but the numbness adds a dimension to this where they don't always realize that their own boundaries have been crossed until it's too late. And they have more boundaries within emotional exchanges than sexual ones. This is where the love grows, like a tiny poison tree, unwillingly so for both. 

Micah loves shot-gunning cigarette smoke and gets turned on by leather gloves and Colm makes full use of this. 

This is the ship at its most advanced stage lmao: Colm likes getting fisted but rarely trusts anyone to let them do it, and Micah gets to experience this once (1) and never feels as powerful and in love as in this moment.

In the Micussy verse (thanks Skibiborg) Colm is so into period sex he acts like a blood hound. Micah crawls under the bed to get away but he's dragged out before Colm has him on the floor. He gets between his legs and chomps down like it's his last meal. Likes blood on his lips, his chin, his shirt, his cock, all over really. Bites Micah's inner thighs and neck just to see if the blood tastes different there. Will probably make out with Micah while he fucks him, endeared by his disgust at tasting himself. "Heady, isn't it?" "D-do ya, ghh, have f-fucking, iron deficiency, boss?"