#I’m sure for other ppl it’s the opposite

[bakaramia]

Actually, no, I don’t like that the accepted fanon is that the fight was Alastor’s fault tbh! And I especially don’t like that the general take is ‘Vox confessed his feelings and Alastor was disgusted and went running scared’ like being ace or aro or both somehow negates the fact that he’s a grown ass man and not a 7 year old on the playground running screaming from cooties! Alastor isn’t a child! He knows what sex and romance are! Even if your personal hc is that he’s repulsed by both, Vox was his best friend, and it’s irritating that so many ppl seem think Alastor would be unable to kindly reject him and still very much want to continue their friendship. Yanno, a thing people do all the time and that Alastor has also likely done before.

IDK fanon is gonna do what it’s gonna do, I can only create my own work, but the absolute refusal to put anything on Vox, as if it’s impossible that he could have been any part of the problem like say, pushing to include Valentino, insulting Alastor’s preference for older tech, Vox pushing Alastor away bc he didn’t want ppl to think he was weak and dependent on him, the potential list goes on! But the fandom will not hop off of ‘Vox confessed and Alastor cruelly rejected him and ran away scared and now Vox is sad bc Alastor hurt him and it’s all Alastor’s fault and Alastor feels nothing about it and is actively disgusted by Vox.’ Just. Ghhgghhh.

[seventh-district]

i’ve just finished season one of TMA, and being someone who’s okay with spoilers is fun because it means i can peruse the wiki and scroll through the tag and i get to become privy to all sorts of weird, wonderful, halfway-out-of-context information that i get to look forward to understanding in the future

like. what do you mean Leitner’s in the tunnels?

what do you mean Jon eats the extinguished sun??

what do you mean it’s spelled Gerard Keay???

[yuribalisms]

This is such a small nit picky thing to get irritated about, I know, but I hate how all (specifically Christian) religious trauma is equated to Catholicism. Like you guys do know there are MANY branches of Christianity and they are in fact ALL traumatizing to the ppl who grew up in them/are trapped in them, and if someone is talking about religious trauma related to Christianity it’s kind of fucking annoying for everyone to assume it must be specifically catholic or worse, because it wasn’t catholic imply it wasn’t as bad. Like idk. Can we not do that maybe

[binders-and-beanies]

I feel like. Winter gets shoved in the face of people who have medical or mental issues with it and if you don’t pretend to be happy you’re a scrooge. But if you’re openly happy about summer then the same people are like stop shoving summer in my face. Like I spend almost half the year morbidly depressed and people are like but snow is pretty!! and once I finally feel good I feel pressure to like hide that bc it’s insensitive to people who don’t deal well with heat. People also tend to be like “you only like summer bc you don’t deal with The Symptoms” when actually I do. I’ve been nauseous a good portion of the summer and the heat cognitively slows me down A Lot but I’m not supposed to talk about those symptoms either! Or my lack thereof either like I’m not supposed to be relieved that the Worse things I experience in winter are like not something I have to worry about for a few months. Idk I feel like my health and happiness is seen as an attack and my sadness and chronic pain are also seen as an attack and I wish it wasn’t such a personal thing and that I didn’t have to either hide both ends of the cycle I go thru n not share my joy or struggles w anyone or feel like I’m being mean for not just being like you’re right I should be sad the Entire year instead of just winter bc there are people who struggle w summer. Like I don’t get to tell people not to enjoy winter so can I pls just savor the only time of year where my body n mind n personality are at their full capacity!! I also just feel like it’s such a trivial thing like why do people get so offended by something as silly as favorite seasons it’s like the weird fake beef between cat people and dog people. Sometimes bodies and minds just react differently to different things and it sucks that during disability pride month of all months people are like no you’re different than me so you’re wrong

[greg-montgomery]

hi! i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests, but i love your writing and your page!

i have a nsfw request and you can totally say no or not do it, but i rly just wanna see someone write it!

so like y/n is super sweet and kind at work at the bau, and everyone expects her to be super innocent since she’s almost the youngest out of all of them, but one night she ends up at hitch’s hotel room during a case because she’s stressed and her and hotch kind of have something between them (like they both rly want each other but won’t say anything, the whole team knows)

anyways, they like get down to it (idfk 😭), and she’s the complete opposite of what he expects, and it kind of surprises him because she seems so innocent and it rly turns him on (that sounds weird idk but YOU GET IT 😭😭).

anyways, i rly hope u write it but don’t feel obligated to if you don’t want to, love! also i think it would be rly funny if she’s caught rly early in the morning sneaking out of his room and a few ppl from the team catch her sneaking out!

maybe like softdom!hotch? idk 😭 SORRY IVE NEVER MADE A REQUEST

ANYWAYS. i love your writing so much! hope you have an amazing day love!

- 🎃

hii!! i hope you have an amazing day too <3 i love you!

nsfw - 18+ minors dni!!!

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“And I was screaming at him. If I hadn’t woken up the next second, I would have probably attacked him physically.”

Hotch chuckled at your words as he took a seat right next to you on the edge of his bed.

“Don’t laugh! This is serious, am I going crazy?”

“No, you aren’t,” he said, and gently placed his hand on your thigh in an attempt to calm you down. “I’ve also had dreams about unsubs, it’s normal. You were probably affected because you had talked to the victim just a few hours before he killed her.”

He knew you were worried, but he couldn’t help but notice that you were biting your bottom lip that same way that always drove him crazy. It was so hard being around you; in his hotel room, all alone, with the scent of your perfume clouding his judgment.

“Okay. Maybe I’m overthinking it,” you said, and he caught you staring at his hand on you. If there was any indication of you being uncomfortable he would have never put it there in the first place. But he could see the look on your face; you liked it.

So he kept it there.

Your eyes travelled from his hand to his eyes. God, you were so beautiful, all he wanted to do was lay you down on that bed and take you until you were screaming his name.

The way you were staring at him made him wonder if you could read his thoughts. You were a profiler after all.

“Thanks for the advice,” you said. “You’re a wise old man.”

“That’s David.”

Nothing gave him the same level of satisfaction making you laugh did. During those moments you were almost his.

“Right, sorry,” you giggled.

There was that same look again. You were biting your lips, bit this time it wasn’t out of nervousness; you were trying to contain your laughter.

Hotch didn’t know where he found the courage, but he removed his hand from your thigh and brought it to your face, running his thumb over your mouth. “I love it when you play with your lips.”

You silently blinked at him for a moment, and for that moment Aaron forgot how to breathe. He only obtained the ability to breathe again for a second, before you took it away by opening your mouth and licking the pad of his finger.

The sight and the feeling of your tongue on him made his dick twitch.

You sucked on it slowly, your eyes never leaving his. It wasn’t hard for him to imagine your mouth was on a different part of his body, as you swirled your tongue around his fingertip.

Who would have thought?

He removed his finger from your mouth and while it was still wet from your saliva, he grabbed your face and dragged you close to him.

“What kind of behavior is this? And in front of your boss? I thought you were a good girl,” he said, his nose touching yours.

“I am.”

He could argue, but he’d rather kiss you instead. So he did.

Your little sighs in the middle of the kiss were already driving him insane - he couldn’t even imagine how you’d sound when his hand would find its way between your thighs.

Soon you were on his lap, straddling him, and he pulled away to take your top off. You were eager for another kiss, but he had to take a moment to admire the way your breasts looked covered in that beautiful black lace.

He pulled the left side of your bra down just enough to release your nipple. He played with it with his fingers, making it hard and once it was ready he replaced his hand with his mouth.

The pretty moans that were coming out of your mouth made him even more eager, so he grabbed you by the hips and pushed you down to grind on his cock even harder. You were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, but all he wanted to do was destroy you.

Before he had the chance to think of his next move, you got off his lap with a grin and took of your shoes and jeans.

“Lie down,” you said.

“Who am I to say no to you?”

You crawled on the bed, but didn’t come up to him like he expected. Instead you kneeled between his legs and started unbuckling his belt.

He was painfully hard already and he was counting down the minutes he would finally be in your hands.

Your smirk when you saw his released cock went straight to his ego. And he couldn’t wait to see you full of it.

The way you positioned yourself in all fours, and licked his length while making eye contact with him, looked like it came out of a porno movie.

Your ass looked delicious; the fabric of your panties almost non-existent making him wish he could reach it and give you a few spanks.

“Fuck…”

It was sloppy; one moment you were licking his dick from bottom to top, and the other your hand was wrapped around it while your tongue was swirling around the tip. And it was perfect.

“Fuck, it’s so good. You’re so good at it, baby, you’re so good,” he said, his hand pushing the back of your head so you could suck him deeper.

You cupped his balls and smirked at the way he moaned. You were enjoying it, maybe as much as he was.

“You like it, baby?”

You nodded, and closed your eyes moving your tongue in a torturous pace.

“You know what I like?”

At his question your eyes opened again, and you shook your head.

Aaron signaled you to go up to him for a moment, and grabbed your chin with two of his fingers to maintain the eye contact.

“I like that you’re all shy,” he said and paused to give you a kiss. “Quiet.” Another kiss. “Innocent, in front of others. But with me…you show me what a little slut you are. Just for me.”

Your smile would be the end of him.

“Just for you,” you repeated his words and kissed him before moving between his legs again.

“Spit on it,” he said. “Make it messy, baby, I wanna see you drool.”

You did as he said. He didn’t know where to focus, at your ass, the way your tits were hanging, or your mouth that was doing devilishly things to him.

Finally, he wasn’t looking at anything at all, with his eyes closed, cumming right into your mouth.

[bearshideout]

Can you do one w loads of ppl in it (the bloodline, judgement day, Cody, Seth, Punk, Becky etc.) and they all platonically love the reader because she’s a bit of a bimbo?

Bimbo Reader Headcanons (Platonic and some Romantic)

Roman Reigns

Platonic

• The difference between you two make people question if your actually friends the amount of looks people give while you two are happily chatting away.

• Roman likes having a friend with a different style and personality to him however he swears he could have a heart attack every time you fall or bump into something you are so clumsy but somehow you laugh it off every time it amazes him.

• Won’t let anyone try any shit with you, he will protect you no matter what even if it’s with another wrestler or staff member.

Romantic

• He loves when you wear those little skirts however you need to stop wearing them in front of other people he’s not an insecure man but you are his and it seems people seem to forget that

• The smirk on this man’s face when you hang off his arm or compliment his muscles you can just tell by his face he’s on top of the world in that moment and nothing can bring him down

•Kisses even when you’re wearing lipgloss or lipstick he can just wipe it off after nothing will deprive this man from his kisses.

Judgment Day

Platonic

• They all adore you so much even when you do say something so dumb

• Rhea especially enjoys doing makeup with you and swapping makeup styles to just try

•Damian and Finn are like your body guards if anyone attempts to even look at you wrong

•Dom is your stupid buddy when you ask a dumb question everyone already knows Dom wants to know the answer too and is willing to keep asking the question until someone answers seriously

Seth Rollins and Becky Lynch

Platonic

•They have adopted you don’t even fight it you are now there child

•On a serious note Becky took a liking to you immediately you just connected and she took you under her wing

•Seth absolutely loves your outfits and will even match with you no matter what you wear he’s not embarrassed

Solo Sikoa

Romantic

•If you thought people were surprised you were friends with Roman imagine there surprise when they found out you were dating Solo

• Opposites do attract in this scenario and he wouldn’t have it any other way this man is absolutely whipped for you

• Secretly lets you put makeup on him when your alone and answers all the dumb things you say very seriously if anyone dares to laugh at your questions they have a very angry Solo on their hands

• He thinks your perfect in every way even if you are a bit ditzy you are his girlfriend and he will follow you to the end of time

• You two are Pomeranian and Bulldog energy

(Sorry it’s not loads of Wrestlers and not a full fledged fanfic I struggled quite a bit with this cause even though I’m quite stupid looks wise I’m a Goth so I’m not sure if this was stereotypical)

[marieisnothere12]

Sunday HSR Analysis

“People often forget that when the first bird took flight, the entire world envisioned a future where… No more fledglings would ever crash to their death.”

Hsr 2.2 spoilers 👇

I think Sunday values security and safety above all. Robin tells him he doesn’t need to do everything and not relax and we also see how much he does. He’s kind of like a pastor (or preacher idk the difference) hearing ppls confessions. Sunday is definitely seen as the perfect person. A responsibile, talented, brother than handles everything. Sunday’s main internal conflict is him not being sure he’s doing the right thing. He’s trying to persuade himself that he’s just trying protect people (but mainly Robin ig). And as Aventurine’s Future says something along the lines of:

“To deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.”

I think there are multiple parallels between the two. They both value security (or a false sense of it), deceive others, and in a way, gamble. Sunday’s plan of teaming up with Ratio and getting the “aventurine” stone. His questions with the Trailblazer, Himeko, March, and Firefly were pretty risky if you ask me. And like Aventurine, has questionable ways of achieving their goals. He believes he’s doing the right, and more importantly, necessary things to keep Penacony up and running. His drive isn’t principle like he suggests at the beginning, but need.

When Welt, Sunday, and Robin talk to the Dreammaster, he speculates that they do not worship the Harmony but the Order and Sunday confirms this. He says:

“We were never the children of the Harmony… Within the foundation of law, humanity establishes civilization. And through Harmony, we obtain Order.”

This makes a lot of sense. Sunday’s truth spell doesn’t match the belief of the Harmony very well. It’s very forceful as we can see with Aventurine’s interrogation. Since we now know it’s the Order, his power matches that path perfectly. I mean, he’s a control freak like Ena the Order.

Furthermore, he keeps bringing up the bird story and it dying. When he tells Himeko, March, Firefly, and the Trailblazer the story, he asks them:

“…build a nest with a soft net where the Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage for it, and feed it, giving it the utmost care from within the warmth of a home?”

March chooses to build a cage and protect it

Himeko chooses to build a cage and protect it

Firefly chooses to build a cage and protect it

The Trailblazer chooses to build a nest.

He then asks another question, the Trailblazer chooses the opposite of what Sunday chose.

Sunday then asked the third and final question.

“Would you still support Robin’s journey on the path of Harmony?”

The Trailblazer says yes.

Let me ask you this: How much can you blame Sunday? He wants protection, for himself and others. That’s why he follows the Order. He believes that you need force to have preace. Sunday wants to unite people under the Order.

But every planet that followed the Order shined bright but burned just as quickly.

He thinks his sister is naïve for following the Harmony and getting that bullet injury, but I would argue Sunday is just as naïve as her. None of the planets that worshipped Ena the Order succeeded in the long term. But the thing about Sunday that makes his naïveté worse than Robin’s, who is less naïve and more idealistic, is his arrogance and ignorance. Sunday is constantly reassuring himself he is a follower of the Order for the sake of Penacony and the Dreamscape.

I think Sunday’s view on humanity is pessimistic (as put in the hsr wiki) bc he detaches himself from. When he talks about, well anything in 2.2 it gives very “i’m a god and you pitiful humans are doomed.” However, he still genuinely wants to help people. I think this god-like stance is a bluff, a facade. We know from the Robin and Sunday cutscene that Sunday believes he has the be the one person that protects everyone, the person who suffers for everyone else. He has to put on a face that says “dw I got it.” Sunday thinks that he has and always will be the reliable one. He emotionally distances himself from everyone else to “see the big picture.”

When Sunday asks why does life slumber, the Trailblazer answers:

“Because someday…we will wake up from our dreams.”

This shocks Sunday. And if i’m being perfectly honest. I don’t really know exactly why. Maybe because he realizes that people (and himself) need to stop indulging into escapism. He may also be reminded he’s human. He isn’t perfect and his ideals aren’t the right solution for humanity.

And he replies:

“The night is still…too short…”

Sunday still wants to dream of something (or reminisce the past?). I’m not sure we gotta wait for him to be playable.

Before that Robin says:

“Even if that star… must hang in a perpetual night of solitude”

So that might also mean he thinks he deserves being alone or doing everything :((( this is a stretch tho

Robin also says:

“Brother… the weakness of humanity cannot be redeemed by others. Stop it… You want to achieve the paradise we promised but the Order is not the only choice! True happiness and the meaning life lie in defying Nihility and embracing all that life offers!”

Sunday wants to solve other peoples problems and humanity’s weakness

He might be nihilistic :((

He’s lonely :(

To close, Sunday doesn’t have bad motives but his execution is pretty questionable. The Order is more about control than anything (Ena and Sunday are both control freaks).

I love Sunday sm <333

[xxzlushiez]

Back in Time

2023! Bill Kaulitz x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Bill starts dating someone who he finds out reminds him of his younger self

Notes: fluff fluff fluff, kisses, corny bill, Name sorting acts like 2000s bill, dresses like him, just silly stuff not really anything crazy😭

- when he started dating you he always felt a little nostalgic

- when getting ready for a date and saw what you were wearing it kinda just clicked for him

- you reminded Billof himself as a teenager

- from how you sometimes did your hair to how acted

- it was so weird it was almost like seeing himself in front of him

- thought it was so so cute

- gave you the biggest hug and your like

- “what was that for”

- started to watch you more intently bc he wanted to see how similar you were to him

- you were prettyyyyy similar

- you were kind and confidence but could have attitude when needed

- weren’t afraid to express yourself which kinda made him sad in a good way because it was so nice to see

- when he told you how much you reminded him of his kid self you were shocked

- like okay let’s say you didn’t know that much about Tokio Hotel in the 2000s

- he would literally pull out tons of boxes from a storage closet and show you all his clothes and photos from when he was a teen

- laughing and joking around all day about the similarities

- if you if you let him put his signature makeup look on with some of his old clothes he would be like a kid in a candy store

- giggly and jumping around trying to find pallets with darker colors

- since he had a more vibrant and colorful aesthetic currently he kinda had to dig around😭

- if you were really patient and let him put your hair up in a similar style as his he would pass away

- like covering his mouth while laughing at how similar him and you look

- doing stupid catwalks around the house

- doesn’t know how he couldn’t figure out the connections sooner

- when you wore any dark clothing he always made sure to take pictures

- you kind of reminded him of a cat with how you acted and wondered if ppl saw him as one when he was a teen (they did)

- you brought out the child in him and made him wanna dress up in his old style just for funzies

- such a stark contrast between you to a social events

- your both bubbling with live and lighting up the room but your styles are like sun and moon😭

- polar opposites

- the standard of couple matching somehow

- if you were a certain pattern he will to in his own style

- includes some accessories from each others wardrobe in your outfits😭(I’m crying it’s so cute)

[whatislife5]

Idk why but my head came up w two random thoughts, which I’m sure ppl have alr thought of but anyway.

1.The fuck ass scaly iguana lied about Arthur returning as a last “screw you” to Merlin for choosing Arthur over magic time and time again. Like do I believe he cared about either of them at all despite the prophecies? No. Do I think he just saw them as a means to an end? Yes. But still. He’s angry and petty and can’t truly hurt his last remaining kin so he does this cruel mind twisting, heart wrenching thing instead. He gave Merlin false hope and a twisted reason to keep going for over 15hundred years… and it’s all a lie. Can you imagine Merlin waiting till the ends of the earth and still not realizing his king, his best friend, the love of his life.. was never going to come back. All that time suffering.. for nothing at all. Just an empty promise. Hope truly can be cruel.

2. I see Arthur and Merlin as truly opposite types of pining. Like obviously they’ll proudly and boldly fight wars for each other, and drink from poisoned chalices for each other all w/o talking about what it might mean. But also, Merlin would be the type to fully dive into his devotion for someone and not realize what that feeling is for a long time. He’ll say the most emotion packed thing to you without knowing what he’s confessing. Meanwhile Arthur draws in his devotion a little when he quickly realizes what he’s feeling. He hears this speech said with so much conviction being said to so effortlessly almost everyday and it makes his head spin, his heart stop, and his breath hitch. He knows why that is pretty early on and just decides to ignore it, and plays it off as a joke so it’s easy to walk away from the situation. He shoves it down and changes the subject so they can keep going without looking too deep into it.

[buckysgrace]

hello teasing and degradation queen🫠.i just want something so tense and u will totally nail it.

sat on billys lap cosily watching a movie in a blanket and suddenly a sex scene comes on. He’s just so horny for you. And he’s just touching you everywhere breathing heavily in your ear. But Steve’s sat on the other sofa also watching the movie. It’s just becoming so tense with his mouth on your neck saying he wants to ruin you.

After the endless teasing, Billy’s had enough. He makes an excuse for you both to go to the kitchen and fucks the shit out of you warning you to be quiet putting you against the wall, whispering in your ear degrading you.It’s so fast and he’s so hungry. Idk if u don’t like this tell me.

( finally changed my name btw I’ve been blocked twice cus ppl think I’m a bot 😀)

Oh bestie I love this, so very delicious ummm I hope you enjoy <3

CW: Spitting, degradation, Billy being a big tease and Steve is blissfully unaware

Billy had you pulled flush against his chest, his arm resting against your midriff and his fingers brushing soft circles into your skin. You hummed in response, trying to stay focused on the movie that was playing.

"It makes no sense," Steve pointed out from the opposite couch, his legs kicked up high on the cushions as he munched on some popcorn, "It's so outrageous, there's no way this could happen." Steve explained, looking in complete disbelief. You stifled a laugh, used to the way he seemed to overanalyze movies.

Billy glanced towards him; his eyebrow raised in disbelief before he nestled himself back against your cheek. You grinned at the feeling, slowly reaching your hand up to touch the stubble on his face. You grinned at the feeling as he shuffled you closer to his chest.

"I think it makes sense," You whispered towards Billy, tilting your head a bit so you could meet his startling blue eyes. You liked the way they looked in the night, how they seemed to shine, "I like it so far." Billy chuckled.

"It's not bad," He turned his head to press a kiss against the corner of your mouth, earning a grin from you, "I like holding you better." You giggled as his fingertips found your ticklish ribs.

"Billy," You laughed, thrashing against him as he continued to tickle you. You kicked your legs a bit, still laughing until he finally released his grip from you, "Stop it." You told him seriously between spurts of laughter.

"You two are disgusting," Steve spit out a second later, shaking his head as he looked towards you two, "Seriously, can we not do that here?" He asked, sounding like he was begging a little bit. You felt your body warming, feeling a little embarrassed as you nodded your head in agreement.

Billy decided otherwise as he tilted your head towards him, making sure Steve was still watching before he placed a sloppy kiss against your lips. You squealed as his tongue licked at your lips and dipped into your mouth. You found yourself giggling again as Steve aimed a handful of popcorn at the two of you.

"Watch it," Billy warned him as he pulled away, a trail of spit connecting between the two of you, "Your housekeeper will have to clean that up." He said dryly, watching the way Steve pushed his thick hair back and rolled his eyes.

You snuggled up into Billy's arms again, hiding your smile underneath the blanket as you turned your attention back towards the movie. Billy settled behind you, rubbing your sides gently as the room fell silent again.

You felt your eyes widening, a sense of awkwardness filling you as the actress on the movie began to undress. You flickered your eyes away, feeling a bit embarrassed as she became topless. When you looked back towards the screen, she was beginning to undress her love interest.

Your eyes flickered over towards Steve, watching the way he had paused with a hand of popcorn near his lips. You rolled your eyes a bit, feeling a grin forming at how easily your friend could grow distracted. Billy hummed softly behind you, his fingertips tracing up the length of your nightgown.

"What are you doing?" You whispered quietly, turning your head a bit so you could face him. He hushed you quickly, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties. You exhaled softly, your own sound of pleasure covered by the actress's moan as his fingers brushed against your clit. You stared at him, wide eyed as he looked down at you with darkening blue eyes.

"Your cunt is so wet," Billy breathed against your neck, his voice raw as his fingers dipped between your folds, "Have you been wet this whole time?" He teased you, his lips dragging across your skin as he spoke. You gulped hard, pretending to watch the movie so Steve wouldn't become aware of what was happening underneath the blankets.

"Steve's right there," You warned your boyfriend, unsure of the mischievous look that spread across his lips. You bit down on your own hard, feeling another moan forming in the base of your stomach as two of his thick fingers pushed inside of your fluttering cunt, "We'll get caught." You breathed out slowly, feeling the need to cover your mouth as he rocked his fingers inside of you.

"Well then don't be loud," Billy smirked as he pressed his lips against the corner of your mouth. He slowly flicked his tongue up, licking the curve of your lips, "Surely you can handle my fingers without turning into a little whore?" You nodded your head quickly, your body already feeling warm as he curled his fingers inside of you.

You did your best to keep quiet as he fingered you, slowly stretching out your fluttering cunt as his other hand searched higher underneath your nightgown. You bit your lip hard as his large, rough hand found your tits. He slowly moved them in circles, his fingertips just barely grazing over them as they hardened against the material of your nightgown.

You gulped hard, finding it hard to stay quiet as he continued to tease you. His lips were leaving rough kisses against the side of your neck as you began to grind your hips down against his thick fingers. A soft groan left your lips as you pressed against his hardening cock.

He was grinding himself up behind you, rubbing his hard bulge against your ass as he groped your tits and fingered your wet cunt roughly. You were having a hard time keeping your moans to yourself as you imagined Billy easily sliding his cock inside of your drenched heat. You wanted him so badly. You weren't sure you could take any more of his teasing.

"Shit," Steve drew you away from your thoughts as your eyes widened in worry, fearing that you had been caught, "I'm out of popcorn." He whined like a small child. You found your own whine forming as Billy withdrew his fingers from your cunt.

"We'll get you some," He sat up quickly, "I need another beer anyways." He came up with an alibi, as he nudged you up towards the kitchen. You followed him, your cunt feeling unbearably wet as you nearly ran into the kitchen.

You were all too eager as you gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you until your lips met in a messy fury of tongue and teeth. You sighed, lifting your leg up towards his hip as he began to grind his bulging cock against your sensitive clothed cunt.

You whimpered at the sensation, shutting your eyes for a moment as your clit throbbed against the material of your underwear. When you looked at him he was grinning as his lips traveled down the curve of your neck.

“Shh,” His lips were dragging across your skin painfully slow, a line of saliva tickling you as he moved, “Don’t want Stevie to know, do you?” His finger was pressing down against your clit, rubbing it in slow deep circles as your hips slowly moved forward to meet his movements.

"No," You breathed out truthfully, rocking your hips forward to grind against his fingers. Your cunt was soaked, leaking against your panties as Billy continued to tease you, "Please fuck me." You moaned softly, feeling desperate to have his cock pressed deep inside of you.

"Such a naughty little slut," Billy smirked as he lifted your nightgown above your hips and began to pull your panties down the curve of your thighs. He sighed, leaning you over the counter a bit so he could fully admire your puffy pussy. He groaned, dipping his fingers between your folds again as if he was the first time he had looked at you, "All mine." He groaned as he shuffled forward, placing the head of his cock between your glistening walls.

You whimpered, gripping the counter as you glanced back towards the living room. Your mouth parted in awe and you did your best to keep quiet as his thick cock stretched your needy walls. You felt your eyes rolling back as the pleasure took a hold of you.

"Billy," You whispered into the night air, careful not to disturb Steve's movie, "Move." You begged him, wanting to feel him pressing deep inside of your fluttering cunt. You were done with the teasing. You were sure you'd explode if he continued his little game.

Billy chuckled as he delivered a swift smack against your backside before he gripped your flesh roughly in his hand. He sighed, rubbing his hand up the curve of your hip as he slowly bottomed himself inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your knuckles turning white from how tightly you were gripping the counter. You pressed yourself back, desperate to feel more of him inside you.

"Look at you," Billy grinned as his hands caressed up the length of your body. He sighed deeply, licking his lips in bliss as his balls pressed up against your skin. He squeezed your hips hard before he was pulling you back against his chest, grinding you down along his thick cock, "So fucking desperate for me." He mumbled as he kissed the curve of your neck, sucking against your sensitive skin.

"Need you all the time," You cried out in bliss, pressing your hips backwards in an urge to push him deeper inside of you. You whimpered again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his cock repeatedly hit against your bundle of nerves. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to last with him acting like this, "Feels so good." You whimpered, your toes curling against the tiled floor as his tip pressed against your bundle of nerves.

Billy groaned softly, his voice rumbling in your ear as he built up a steady rhythm. His fingertips dug into your hips, holding you in place as he dragged you along the length of his cock. Your jaw fell slack, your mind going fuzzy with how good he felt stretching your walls.

You knitted your eyebrows together, trying to hold back a whine as he pressed you forward, knocking you against the counter so your toes were dragging along the tiles. You gasped, holding onto the other side of the counter as you glanced back at him.

His blue eyes were dark as one hand snaked up your sides, moving up further until he was cupping one your tits in his hand. He groaned softly, moving his fingers against your nipple roughly as he continued to drag his cock inside of your fluttering walls.

"Billy," You whispered, whimpering lamely as he continued to hit that spot that made you see stars. You knew you were taking to long, but you couldn't help it. He felt so good, you wanted to savor every sweet second with him, "Fuck, don't stop." You pleaded with him, begging as his lips curled up into a smirk.

He leaned forward, his hand moving up until he was gripping the base of your neck. You gaped, your eyes widening as he gave you a light squeeze. He pressed his fingertips up against your chin until he reached your lips, parting them.

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out wide as you slowly met his hazy eyes. He groaned as he leaned forward, spitting a glob of saliva directly on your tongue. You swirled his warm spit in your mouth before you swallowed it, feeling twice as needy.

"Whore," He teased as he lightly smacked the side of your cheek. You whimpered, bearing your weight on your tippy toes so you could grind yourself back onto his thick cock, "Such a pretty little thing." He whispered, sending shivers up your back.

It was getting harder to control your sounds as you felt yourself clenching around him. You could feel every curve, every vein as your pussy clamped down on him. He sighed in bliss, dragging you backwards from the counter. You felt yourself beginning to protest, feeling the need to cry as he roughly changed your position.

He lifted you harshly, gripping your backside as you wrapped your ankles around his waist. You were a whimpering mess, your cunt squeezing his thick cock as he pressed you roughly against the wall. Your head hung back in pure bliss as you savored the way his cock stretched your walls.

"Oh god," You whined as you rocked your hips forward and dug your heels into his backside. You needed more of him, completely desperate to feel him pulsing inside of you. He grunted, pressing his forehead against yours as he moved roughly inside you, "You feel so good." You whined in bliss, looking up to meet his darkening blue eyes.

He moaned near your lips, his warm breath coating over your face as he clawed at your hips. He sighed, pulling you closer as he continued to press the tip of his cock against your bundle of nerves. You whimpered, rolling your hips roughly as you begged for more of him.

"That's it baby," He grunted harshly, one of his hands squeezing the back of your thighs, "You look so pretty all dumb on my cock." He groaned, licking your neck softly. You whimpered, gripping a hold of his blonde curls as your back rubbed against the wall from his strong thrusts.

"Want it so bad," You breathed out, moving your face close to his, "Make me cum, please baby." You begged, beginning to feel the muscles in your stomach coming undone. You whined, rolling your hips forward as you listened to the way your cunt was engulfing his cock. You tugged on his hair, whining as you felt your high coming down around you.

"Such a dirty whore," He chastised you, turning your face so that you were looking at him. Billy grunted as he rolled his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper inside of your fluttering walls. You exhaled deeply, your nipples rubbing against your nightgown, "Letting me fuck you while Steve is so close by. Greedy little slut." You whimpered at his words, only feeling fueled on as you began to grind your hips against him.

"Your dirty little whore," You nodded your head in confirmation as you felt your walls fluttering around his pulsing cock. You licked at your lips, keeping your saliva at bay, "Oh my god." You cried out, feeling the pleasure snapping inside of you as you came down around his cock. You moaned loudly, your cunt squeezing his cock harshly as you rocked against him.

"Fuck," He breathed out harshly, his lips brushing against yours as his movements became rougher. He gripped behind your hips, lifting you up higher as he fucked into you harder. Your head hit the back of the wall again as he searched for his high, "Fuck, so fucking good." He grunted in bliss as his hips began to stall. He pressed his body completely against yours as he came with a loud grunt. He filled you, his spunk coating your walls as he throbbed inside of you.

He panted loudly, his chest moving in unison as his warm breath coated your lips. You closed your eyes, enjoying the way you felt as he kept you in position against the wall. You giggled softly, rubbing your fingertips along his muscular skin.

You opened your eyes to meet his grinning face. You swirled your finger around his blonde, sweaty curls before you pressed your lips against his softly. You sighed in awe, feeling at peace when the sound of footsteps pulled the two of you apart.

"Jesus," Steve looked between the two of you in disgust, "If you wanted private time, all you had to do was ask."

[goingmerryfics]

Hii!!! i really love all your writing and wanted to request smth if that's okay!

could i request law x so who's into lolita fashion/subculture? Like, on days that they're able to they'll wear really extravagant looking lolita dresses and such, and is just overall really girly, and might be embarrassed about being such, esp with someone like him. but maybe he even likes that they're aesthetic opposites. idk fjsjfjfk

Ty!! <3

(idk if i need to say this but lolita fashion doesn't have anything to do with the. other uses of the term. sometimes ppl make accusations abt it but the jfashion and book are not related)

Lolita Style S/O w/ Law

Content: can be read as GN reader that wears skirts, all SFW

Notes* Thanks for being patient with me while I worked on this request! A couple of things popped up for me (and my new-used computer quit suddenly so I have to wait to see if it can be repaired or if I should just buy a brand new one) so I’ve been trying to work around this. Back to mobile tumblr I go 😢 ! Anyway- I know all too well how lolita culture gets sexualized in people’s eyes so this is a completely nsfw-free request. I made this more relatable to those in sweet style lolita more than gothic lolita since you’d commented about them being opposites and personally, I think it would be super cute for him to be paired with someone with this style. Hope you like it :)

Law

Law isn’t the type to pay attention to what people wear as long as they are dressed in proper uniform when need be. Self expression is something personal, and he’s aware of different everyone’s style is

Though he finds it hard not to notice how you dress on your days off, whether it’s just around the sub or out on the town

It’s a lot of pastel, and a lot of fabric

You hadn’t thought of what Law or the others might’ve thought the first time you dressed up, so when you kept catching Law staring at you at various points of the day, you started to feel a little nervous

Later though, the two of you had crossed paths and he stopped you there to ask about your choice of clothing

While you explained how you enjoyed the colours and the overly girly feel of it all, he listened to every word, and even asked you some questions- like how everything fit together, and how you chose to match your accessories to your clothes

He was intrigued, and being a knowledgeable man, he wanted to learn about you and your clothing style

He’d even gone off to do his own research at the next island, and secretly commissioned a seamstress to make a little purse modeled after Bepo’s face for your outfits because god knows this guy can’t sew for shit

Law had been waiting for you outside of your door, his present to you held in his hand, in a sweet little bag. You weren’t expecting to see him, nor were you expecting any sort of gift- it was nowhere near your birthday- but here he was. He pushes himself off from leaning against the door when he sees you.

“Here. I’m not sure if it’s alright, but I thought you might be able to use this.”

He hands you the bag, and you thank him before going off about how he didn’t need to get you anything, and asking what the occasion is as you dig through the white, glittery tissue paper to open it.

“No occasion. I just thought you’d like it.” He tries to act nonchalant and calm, but he’s watching your face for any changes to see if you like it or not.

You pull out the bag and gasp- it was perfect. Fluffy and pristine white, perfect for an outfit you’d been trying to put together for a while now- and it looked like your dear crewmate. You pull it to your chest with a big smile, going on a bit of a ramble at how cute it is, and how you’re going to use it right away.

The entire time you’re squealing over your new gift he’s smiling to himself, even if he doesn’t realize it.

The next time you change into your style, you make sure to keep the mini Bepo bag at your side. It goes great with your outfit

Bepo freaks out a little at the likelihood of the purse and his own face, but you quickly calm him down and explain that it’s not the head of a polar bear that you’re carrying around

Law watches you fawn over the bag with him from a distance, smiling to himself

He joins you later to walk around town with you. He’s come to enjoy how your style stands out so well beside him against his usual darker clothes

Law will also help you get dressed if you let him, buckling your shoes for you so you don’t have to fight the layers of skirt to reach your feet, or helping you pin up your hair pieces

You’d asked him once if he’d like to try men’s lolita style and he was very quick to shut that down.

“It looks better on you than it will on me.”

He really just likes seeing you as the unique one

[eneablack]

where i shifted to last night

(i used this method.)

about this dr:

i call it ‘futuristic dr’, i got inspiration from one of my favourite asmr lol, it’s this one if you’re curious.

when i woke up:

it was still night and it was raining outside, and it was strange because it was coming from my right side and I have the window above me in void reality, then I could smell a different type of scent like orange, but I kept my eyes closed because I was tired. at some point however, I don't know how much time passed, I felt a weight on my chest and a slap on my face that made me open my eyes and I found THIS BALD CAT (don’t get me wrong, i love sphynx cats) on me and it started meowing. I was weirded out because I was saying what the fuck does this guy want at this time of the night, so I got up to feed him and at that point I realized "what the, I don't have a sphynx" so I connected the dots, in fact it wasn’t even my house, that is, it wasn't my CR's, and I wasn't me, because I was fucking tall and when I complained about the cat I heard a low damn manly voice so yeah i was like that ain’t enea. since it was night, i had the time to recollect everything and remember. the house was very cool, a small apartment with big windows on each wall to the sight of skyscrapers and damn flying cars. it was chill.

about me and other stuff:

my name was Neo, a very tall 27 years old guy, I'm not sure how much tall, maybe 1.90m or something like that, literally a pole. I had very pale skin and short black hair, visible veins on my eyelids and temples, brown eyes with some big dark circles because of my job shifts. I was pretty introverted and doubtful of ppl, but very independent and mature, intellect and cleverness was a big trait i had (in fact coming back here with this small brain was a bit ehm) and I've noticed that I caught lots of stares from many beautiful women (i’m just telling you, even tho nobody asked about this detail, i was just very hot ngl, in fact my appearance was similar to the picture above, that’s the closest i found). and I had this bad habit of smoking every day, like as soon as I woke up I immediately smoked cigarette (i don’t smoke here). i had this long black leather coat that i wore everyday.

I worked as a bartender at this chic flying hotel called Hotel 47, a subunit of the Skyward Heights chain (like in the asmr). I worked the night shift, from 10pm to 4am, in fact I basically sleep until the afternoon and am always tired and sleepy.

I owned a flying black motorcycle with some silver and blue trims. I've only bought it recently, beforehand I had a smaller one that I practically grew up with, I bought this new one with my savings since my job pays me decently. I'm not super rich, but I'm good, I can afford everything I need easily.

I didn’t have many friends because of my stick-up-in-ass personality, but I had some good close ones that were very different from me. there was this guy with yellow spiked hair and he was literally the opposite of me, he was high-key hyperactive and dumb (/jk) and the other guy was funny, he made me laugh a lot gotta admit. and then there was this girl, similar to the one in the video, with long pink hair, and there was something going on with her, don’t know how to call us, but there was something indeed (which was weird because i’m hella gay here hello???).

and that’s some info about this dr, i have to eat dinner now.

[crow-aeris]

The og post here :3

i just wanted to expand on this world a bit (and also cos im tired and need an excuse to procrastinate both my schoolwork AND my other fics 😙)

Also, if enough ppl show interest, I’ll probably continue this au/world/verse/thing

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Bruce never wanted kids- never. It's not because he hated kids or something like that- it was the complete opposite, he loved kids. Every time he goes out on the street, every time he dons that cowl and cape, every time he streaks through the air with vengeance screeching in his soul, Bruce does it for the children.

He loves children, and he wants ones of his own. He wants to hear their gleeful smiles, their bubbly laughter as little feet pitter down the halls of the open manor. He was to see their bright round eyes blink up at him with soul-searing love that he'd return without a single beat of hesitation. He wants to cradle their little face in his palms, sing them gentle lullabies and read them little story books to help them sleep.

But... He can't have that. Batman can't have that- Bruce can't have that.

This crusade- his crusade- against crime... he can't involve a child. Even if it shreds his heart apart and leaves this ever-growing monster of loneliness and isolation clawing and tearing at his chest... he won't ever involve a child in his messy coping mechanism.

So, rather than settling down like the board members (and Alfred) wish for him to do and make heirs to Wayne Enterprises, Bruce continues to go out every night, waging his war on crime. He was content to do so too, but… But it seems like the universe had other plans for him.

Bruce watched in quiet horror, Alfred tensing beside him as the Flying Grasons fell. Their son freezes, watching as dark crimson spills across the ground, the sound of bones snapping was lost in the cacophony of screams, the piercing and wailing faded to the background as Bruce shoved to his feet, hiis limbs moving without Bruce’s prompting as he surged forward, shrugging off his coat and draped it across the boy’s- Richard’s- shoulders as Alfred hurriedly called the police.

The boy jolted, turning his bright, watery, sapphire eyes onto Bruce- filled with uncertainty and anguish… Bruce was reminded of his that fateful night on their way to the theater, the sound of pearls clacking against the concrete pavement, echoed by the sound of gunshots, screaming, and red-red-red.

Sympathy seized Bruce’s throat like a vicious creature, and Bruce could barely shove away the need to gather Richard into his arms and sweep him away.

But, after Alfred’s pointed glare, Bruce reluctantly tries to hand the boy over… only for him to wail, clinging to Bruce’s shirt with fearful and wild eyes.

“Don’t- PLEASE!” Richard screams, writhing in the cop’s hold, “LET GO OF ME!”

Bruce was instantly at his son the boy’s side, prying the man’s hands from Richard’s shoulder with a narrowed eye glare so uncharacteristic of “Brucie” Wayne.

“We have to question the kid,” the cop tried to reach for the boy once again, but Bruce neatly twists away to keep Richard away from the man.

Bruce huffs, glaring at the man from the corner of his eyes, “You can do that later! He is very clearly distressed, young man, and I will not have you upsetting him any further!”

Without another word, Bruce turns away and headed toward Gordan with the eight-year-old balanced against his hips.

———

Bruce welcomes Richard- Dick- into the manor after a few weeks of battling with Gotham’s horrid foster system. The boy had a pale pelt clutched between his hands alongside the heavy coat Bruce had given him on that dreadful night.

“Do- do you want it back?” Dick had asked, his hands tightened around the coat before brandishing the garment with shaking, trembling hands.

He falters, swallowing thickly before gently pushing the coat back into the kid’s arms, “It’s okay, chum. I was just curious. You can keep it, okay? I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” the boy had asked.

“Of course I’m sure.”

Bruce smiles, slowly and gently stroking a hand through the boy’s thick hair.

Maybe… maybe having children wasn’t a bad idea?

[cupcakeslushie]

Hey Slushie. I have some questions about your AU:

1. I am seriously confused on Donnie’s situation in the bad timeline.

like I know it was mentioned in one of your short stories when he and Mikey were having a quarrel and that red thing-a-ma-bob but it is still very unclear to me.

2. When Donnie meets mayday, how does he process the fact that his older self made a child of his own genes and what would timothies reaction be (both in the good timeline and the bad timeline [I know the bad timeline one is mentioned but like J want his initial reaction])

3. (related to the 2nd Q) did Timothy know about his idea of making a child before she was made. If he did, ot would show a really powerful trust that Donnie has for Timothy

4. in the good/bad timeline, what is Mayday’s reaction to draxum before and after she found out about what he did to her father.

5. How does Timothy help with Donnie’s hallucinations and since Mayday is his child, does she also have them, like about never saving her father or not being strong enough.

6. In canon, The mud dogs are the complete opposite of the mad dogs. So since everyone is a bit different, what will the mud dogs in your AU look like.

Yeah… these are a lot of questions and I hope it isn’t too much. Hope you can answer them and please, continue the great work!!!

1. So, it’s okay you’re confused. I’ve only given out a small amount of teasers for the direction that the future timeline is going. There’s been a bit more expansion on my patreon, but not much. The little bits I’ve dropped are more world building and filler, and less plot. So I don’t want to say too much. There hasn’t been any more expansion on that stone in particular. Just know, it’s Krang related, and we’ll see it again! I’m setting things up that we’ll see further down the line. Some stuff I’m okay with mapping every little bit out for ppl but there is some stuff I’d like to keep you guessing 😜!

2. This is one of those things I’m keeping shh🤫!

3. Timothy knew that Donnie was trying to come up with contingencies, but he thought the plans were more along the lines of like some kind of binder with all his passwords, or maybe a cool ass avatar that could still control the resistance tech in a worst case scenario (*subtle wink at Kat*) Timothy had no idea about Mayday or Donnie trying to create clones.

4. She’s heard a few sanitized stories, but Mayday of the bad timeline has never met Draxum (he was already dead). And in her traveling to the past, I don’t think she’ll meet him. Like canon, Draxum won’t be taking part in the movie plot—also I’m still not sure of Mayday’s post-movie future, so bad timeline Mayday might never even get the chance to meet her Grandfather at all.

But Baby Mayday in the good timeline, on the other hand, will grow up with Draxum around. She won’t be given all the details until she’s probably old enough to understand the complexity of the situation. She’ll be conflicted, but with Donnie being in a healthier place, and her getting a very watered down side of things, Mayday will find she can’t hate her Grandfather for long. Her uncles have all done stuff they’re not proud of, she can still love them, and so despite the things he’s done in the past she can still love Grandpa Draxum.

5. Timothy will sometimes ramble on about his favorite anime, comics, or video games, or he’ll just read a book while being present in the same room. He can walk Donnie through breathing or grounding exercises when things get really intense. Mayday doesn’t have Donnie’s hallucinations.

7. Sorry, to say. I like the Mud Dogs enough in the show, but they’d pretty much be the same.

[miuszn]

Hi ;), how are you? you can make a headcanons of dealer college student Ellie Williams with fem reader, please :)

hi anon !! i rlly rlly love the hcs of college student + dealer!ellie like wow that’s def her .. i have a few hcs so i’m gonna share some of my favs with u !! ( note : i’ve looked for hcs like this before so i might accidentally repeat some that might’ve been posted already !! if that’s the case lmk so i can give credit , it’s never my intention to copy anyone T_T)

dealer!college student!ellie x fem reader hcs

♡ she earns lots of money from it , and i mean like , a lot . ( at least for a college student ) which means she spoils u lots n lots .. whenever ur out w her and u point out something , whether it be a dress or bag or anything else , that u like and think looks super cute , she insists on buying it for u . even tho u tell her every time it isn’t necessary and she doesn’t have to buy u anything , she tells u to not worry and that she does it bc she loves seeing u happy <3

♡ u guys r literal polar opposites . like . super different . everyone was so surprised when u guys said u were dating .. but yk they say opposites attract :)

♡ HATES when u do her makeup but only ever allows it when she’s high .. u take pics of her n show her after n she’s mad embarassed n keeps telling u to delete them but u refuse hehe

♡ gets jealous whenever u smoke without her . especially if it was w someone else . and god forbid she finds out THEY gave u a joint and it wasn’t one of hers .. she likes to say it’s bc u never know what’s other ppl can put in them but truth is , she just takes genuine offense to it

♡ gives u a million discounts .. she likes to call them “ pretty girl discounts “

♡ u loooove tagging along w her when she makes deliveries , but she always makes u stay in the car bc she wants u to be safe

♡ she only ever makes edibles whenever ur baking together bc she can’t bake for shit so she has to rely on u . oops . she can’t even make those brownie mixes u only have to add water and an egg she somehow fucks it up .

♡ when u first started smoking , she insisted u only do it around her so she can watch u and make sure ur safe bc “ people can be dangerous n u never know what can happen “

[rodolfoparras]

Price and Soap have such a chokehold on me right now 😫😫 Like both of them are so hot but they would treat their s/o so differently (imo)

Soap would be so touchy and sweet. Whenever you’re together, he always needs to be touching you. Whether it’s a hand on your thigh while sitting with the rest of 141, or him laying his head in your lap while y’all watch a movie. I hc Soap at like early to mid 20’s. He has such a high sex drive. He’s always up to fuck when you’re alone. It’s basically like rabbit mating season if you’re both horny. He’s also just very needy. Maybe he wants you to ruin, at least, one of his holes, or he just wants his boyfriend to hold him after he comes back from a mission.

Price on the other hand, not the complete opposite, but different. Price has more experience because of his age (mid to late 30’s), so he’s not as touchy or needy as Soap, but if he’s deprived of you because of work or something, this man devolves and becomes the most desperate man. Price won’t beg, it isn’t in his nature, but he’ll definitely make his intentions and wants known. Putting on the cologne he knows you can’t resist. Purposely bending over to show off his ass. Wearing less and less clothes around the house. He’ll always deny that he wants you, but once you give it to him, he’s chanting your name like a prayer.

I’m sorry for ranting. These men make me realize how gay I am and I’m so downbad for them (can I be 🤠 anon?)

First of all pls don’t apologize for ranting I absolutely loved reading and you can def be 🤠 anon that’s a cute one🥹

Second of all I absolutely loved this bc I love talking about how different price is compared to the rest of the boys when in a relationship

Bc for example soap can be touchy and kissy and need ppl to know that you’re his and he isn’t sharing while price rarely gets jealous someone has to literally be like I want to take you out on a date for him to react and even then he’d stand off to the side rocking on his heel and pretend he isn’t listening in

I also think that soap and price are equally touchy but in different ways soap is like a toddler who’s enamored with a baby kitten he wants to hug and squeeze you and sneak up behind you wrap his arms around your waist etc

Now price id def would say he isn’t touchy but that was until I saw a compilation of him somehow always fist bumping the boys or giving them a friendly pat so let’s say you’re heading out for a mission price is giving your hand a firm squeeze you’re coming back alive and well on the heli he’s giving you the biggest bear hug to exist when in company he’s got a hand on your thigh but no one else can see from the table that’s blocking the view always makes sure to sit next to you in the car he doesn’t touch you or anything it’s just nice to feel your body heat next to him. Also I absolutely agree that price won’t beg hes been in the game long enough to know how to play his cards right he knows how to rile you up what to wear what to do but also what to say you know usually when he speaks to you and you’re in public its very low pda being shown in the conversation but when you’re alone and he’s horny you can be like “are you hungry?” And he’s like depends are you on the menu?