#anon has a big ass brain here. this is a good idea

[anxiously-sidequesting]

idk ill pitch Casper for the schismist bitch thats what i thoought

((btw for context this anon sent a second ask saying "well. Kasper" so im adding it here instead))

Casper was too normal* i love Kasper much better because he HAS to be ✨Unique and Special ✨ in some shape or form. Also can i just say "the schismist bitch" is the best way i've ever heard anyone refer to him as. im getting that tattooed on my body /j

(* i say Casper is too normal but i legit just put generic ass names like Brian and Andrew in my poll LMFAO im stupid. so Casper can stay too)

[minhosimthings]

OMG, HOW ABOUT THE OTHER HYUNG LINE??? LIKE HOW THEY WILL TELL U THEY WANT TO FUCK U??

Alright I included Jay's too so that I can link this in my masterlist! Also damn anon that brain of yours is sexyyy.

Heeseung isn't as shy or respectful in bed as Jay is. Although he respects your boundaries, he forgets what the word means once he's in between your legs.

So he takes a much faster approach, sneaky and slow like Jay (because the hare never won the race) but applicable more faster than Jay's.

Heeseung, being Heeseung would love to ask you up front, because you, knowing what he's like, would immediately say yes. Or atleast that's what Heeseung thinks until he gets another idea in his mind to test you. Being the playboy material he is, Heeseung would drop more major hints than Jay. Some of which include, squeezing your ass every minute, trapping you in certain places like leaning over you to get the paprika from the shelf behind you, or even straight up dry humping you. Heeseung loves seeing you crack slowly, he loves seeing you on your knees begging for him, like a servant begging for freedom. It's one of the things that got him off, often, seeing you being so intoxicated for his dick.

"Ah-ah fuck baby." He'd moan, loving how your mouth wrapped around his dick as soon as he told you your pussy will get filled with his cum once you sucked him off. Heeseung's mind went straight to his cock once the sight of you going on your knees so fast hit his eyes.

"Such a good girl for me aren't you?" He'd say, thrusting his hips harder into your face, his dick basically choking you as it hit your throat, "Going dumb for my cock." And he would go absolutely mental as soon as he cums inside your mouth, "Swallow it up baby, I know you like that don't you?"

To wrap it up (like Hee's dick), Heeseung is a sadist, a degrading yet praising, sadist. He wants to see you crack, to get on your knees and worship him like a God.

Jay is a very respectful person and always knows never to push your boundaries, especially when it comes to sex. But I feel like there's always a blue moon when he craves your pussy wrapped around his dick, giving him every pleasure he's ever wanted. But he'd be shy to ask you directly cause he doesn't want you to think he's some sort of sex hungry person.

So he approaches you as if he's a slow poison, creeping up and taking the kill when you are completely unaware.

Jay would drop hints, subtle hints, maybe a flash of his abs here, or 'accidentally' wearing a tight turtle neck with his rings on, which he knows will make you weak. He wants you to crack first, to ask him if he wants to have sex, instead of him doing it himself.

And you, being the world's greatest wife girlfriend, will crack, because who wouldn't after seeing Jay in all those nice rings on fingers which you so desperately wanted inside of you?

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked, princess." Jay would smirk at you, after seeing how a simple movie night, with you grinding against him, has now turned into a heated session on the couch, with you trapped under Jay's rough pace on you, his dick pushing deeper and hitting the spot he knew always made you crazy.

You knew he wanted this, and you knew you could have just made him into a needy whiny baby, but feeling him inside of you, nice big dick rubbing against your walls as you felt that tight knot in your stomach,made you think that next time he did all this, you were just going to let him fuck you on the ground.

So in conclusion, Jay doesn't ask. He makes you ask.

Even though Jake is classified as an introvert, I have very high beliefs that Jake would be the only one out of all of them whose going to ask you straight up. He isn't someone who liked dropping hints or riling you up. He wants sex? He gets sex.

Romantic isn't it? Atleast in his eyes it is.

Just imagine, you and Jake going to some party, and he's bored out of his soul, the only thing in his mind, his hardened dick inside your wet cunt. He always did slide in pretty easily.

So he casually strolls towards you, whose talking to your best friend, and wraps an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck, while whispering in your ear, "Bathroom, now."

And that's the story of how you're currently mufling your moans in the bathroom as Jake's tip rubs against your pussy. He always did love teasing you.

"Shh baby, can't let the others know can we?" He'd say, as you basically scream, when his dick stretches you out without warning. He's ramming his hips into you, holding your hips steady as your unsteady breat does nothing but encouraging him more. One hand covering your mouth, one hand squeezing your waist, adding to your pleasure.

"Ah-ah fuck darling, you're so tight for me today." He moans, feeling you clench perfectly around his dick. He can feel the pressure in his tummy, he wants to let go into you.

Jake would make sure to make your orgasm last as long as possible, a treat for fucking you so abruptly in the middle of a party, which quite frankly speaking you weren't really enjoying much, until your boyfriend's sudden sexual surprise.

Jake's an extroverted introvert. My man ain't shy to tell you when he needs your sweet cunt.

Sunghoon..... Do I hear the greatest sadist in all of Enha's hyung line?

Sunghoon is a tease, a great one, and the man owns it. So he'd be a mixture of Heeseung and Jay, but he'd use more, how do I put this, oh yeah drastic methods.

Maybe he'll dig out that pheromone perfume he's been hiding in his drawer, or maybe he'll feed you a shit ton of chocolate (he's heard it induces female hormones a lot), or maybe he'll just resort to fucking himself with loud moans in the bedroom, just so you can hear your poor boyfriend's resorts to fucking himself and then go and ride him a bit.

If he uses pheromones instead, which is more likely, since, again, he's a sadist, he'd spray it crazy everywhere. Maybe on your bedside table, on your necklace, on himself. And you'd go crazy, not understanding what in the atmosphere was making you want to fuck your boyfriend so hard.

"Aww baby you want my cock?" Sunghoon would tease, throwing you onto the bed, and binding your hands above your head, "You can have my fingers first."

Fingering you, so that he can stretch you out, Sunghoon loves seeing your scrunched up face when he edges you to the brink of insanity.

"Aww you want to cum? Too bad baby, you don't get to cum that early."

He's obsessed with the way you whimper when he teases you with his tip, lining his precum all over your pussy.

"Look at you, going dumb for my cock." Sunghoon would smirk, feeling your fingers desperately pinning him to yourselves. He didn't even have to thrust much, with you pulling him to yourself.

Male ego is often fragile and for Hoon, oh it's an egg. Much like Heeseung, he adores seeing you crack into insanity. Sunghoon's a sadist. Drastic methods are his thing.

[mcondance]

listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 18+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear you go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

[tarjapearce]

Ahem-Anon here my brain doesn’t wanna rest. Saw coach miguel post and this whole effin time i had MCU‘s Tom Holland Aunt may in my head. I don’t know why.

Anyways back to the errr hot aunt. Or another hot aunt? Yeah another hot aunt. Like single!dad miguel and gabi and reader is the sister of gabis decades mom and she was always there for miguel and lil gabi. Basically raised her with miguel. She comes to every soccer game (is probably the loudest cheerleader ever and curses in spanish lol), preps snacks, helps miguel in the house, watches gabi whenever his real work or spidy-work keeps him busy, has those little spa-girl-days with gabi and simply takes care of them and gabi just loves her Tia. (yes aunt is latina thank you very much) And ohhh boy here it comes: latina!aunt always had a crush on miguel but never voiced it out and miguel slooooowwwllllllyyyyyyy like snail slowly started to fall for her over the years and he kinda realizes it after he saw latina!aunt on a date with a dude, who was a douchebag towards latina!aunt and before he can jump in to save her she kicks the mans ball because she is bad ass as well and miguel has a shocked pikachu face as realization strikes him: damn i love this woman.

So he akwardly tries to confess and it takes a while and after he did, they kept it a secret trying not to get caught by gabi cause awkward and they are kinda scared gabi would be mad and they don’t want to hurt her, because obviously Gabi is nr. 1 in their heart. ( first gabi then the world, no wrong gabi is their world)

Also a bit guilt because of gabis mom? (She cheers from the heavens for them though) Also hot make out sessions and other 👀hmm hmm sessions, because Passion. They try to be so sneaky and quiet lol .

Though gabi is so smart ass and does catch them while they make out on the couch and now: they both sit side to side totaly embarrassed while gabi sits across them, arms crossed and tells them to spill the deal (yup she is a tiny cop, they are criminals hehehe). And it’s hilariously akward because big old Miguel being commanded by a tiny angry gremlin and her tia just wants to poof into thin air. In the end they do tell her that they love each other and gabi is like: OMG FINALLY! I have been waiting for years! Can you get married like right now? I want a sibling.

Again shocked pikachu faces lol and good night. Ahem-anon out.

Nonny, Gimme your brain for a bit, please 🤭 I'll return it. Promise. I'm seriously amazed at the creativity you guys have. Whipping stuff, amazing scenarios, plot skills in MINUTES, DAMN. So much to explore and sooo much to imagine. ❤️❤️❤️. Love you guys so much :'D. Love sharing ideas with talented people.

This was scrumptiously delicious ❤️❤️❤️❤️. And soo so fun to read !!!!

[greencheekconure27]

"They like to gather in big mobs, the members of which are only barely capable of independent thought and have the average knowledge and maturity levels of a particularly poorly educated 15yo.

* I would like to apologize to sheep here. Good USEFUL animals, unlike tankies.

** also my apologies to parrots, who are both much smarter and more independent."

Might as well apologize to Tara Westover and everyone in her position too then. Who as a teenager deliberately denied an education by an abusive fundie family, still had more brains, moral values, heart, decency, and common sense than these adult tankies ever will.

People who lack education/have it denied to them aren't just an insult for bad people. But are a very real group who get harmed, and then mocked and used as an easy scapegoat by the world for having been harmed.

Ok, anon hindsight I agree that that has been somewhat in poor taste on my part, and for that, I sincerely apologize. Lack of education in itself is not an insult, and neither is being young.(I admit I have no idea who Tara Westover is but am willing to apologize to her as well). I am sorry.

That said, please allow me to explain myself for a sec, for clarity's sake.

I am not saying that they ARE poorly educated teenagers. Frankly if they were this post would never have been made.I am saying that these grown-ass adults, with full access to the internet and various other sources of information(and often in possession of college degrees), somehow manage to achieve fantastic levels of willful ignorance.

Now, ignorance in and by itself is not a moral failing either.WILLFUL ignorance however is, especially when they claim to be experts on the subject. As is harassing and insulting people who tell them they're wrong.On top of that, their responses are incredibly childish. Imagine correcting someone on basic facts and their response is 50 comments that just say "faggot".Would you be surprised to find out that it was a 30yo and not just some teen being edgy? Because I was.So excuse me for going "What are you, a child?!?" here for a moment.

These are, as far as I can tell from their bios, not disadvantaged children who have been indoctrinated and denied a normal education, so I see no excuse for this combination of immaturity, viciousness, and lack of basic research.

I am just very, very tired.

[electronicwitchcollection]

My brain is full and I need to speak my truth.

Biiig hc that physical touch is a main love language for Shunsui. Which is good for sex and all bc yeah, but also I just want to cuddle this man. Like, full laying on top of each other. He'd adore it if his s/o fell asleep laying against him with their head on his chest. He can keep them safe when they're in his arms. And he certainly wouldn't complain if the situation was reversed and he could use them as a pillow.

In short. Physical intimacy, good

-@dragon-anon

When I tell you I am obsessed with this man 😭

I fully believe that Shunsui’s first love was his brothers wife. When she died, it broke something inside him

I think a lot of Shunsui’s shenanigans in the academy, chasing girls around, was just a cover for his fear and his hurt. I believe he was too scared to get into an actual relationship in case they got hurt or killed, he wouldn’t be able to come back from that a second time. But Shunsui is a very physical being, he needs touch, need physical proof that you’re there, that you love him, chose him. He had already gained a reputation from his academy days, and it was easy to fall into that character. The flirt, the tease, it was safer than opening up his heart but got him what he craved, intimacy. All his flings and one night stands gave him everything he needed without the fear of getting hurt again.

This man just wanted love. He loves love, the idea of love, being in love. He has so much to give and so desperately wants it back. He’s a romantic at heart.

When he does eventually get a partner, he’ll worship her, mind, body and soul. Touch is his love language. He’ll touch you any time he is near you, hand on your back or thigh, hugging you from behind. He would love if you sat on his lap, or between his legs and lean back on him. He’ll hold you close to his chest, have you lay on him. He wants to protect you, keep you safe in his arms the way he never could for his first love.

The reverse is also true, some days he needs reassurance that you love him just as much as he loves you. In bed hell lay his head on your stomach or chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you run your fingers through his hair. Stability and contentment are big for him. It’s everything he ever wanted, someone who loves him as much as he loves them. Who’ll happily embrace all his advances, all his declarations of love. Because that’s what his touch is, every time he brushes your hair from your face, everytime he playfully slaps your ass as you walk by, every kiss to the head as he holds you in his arms are his way of saying that he loves you more than anything. And he takes all of your touches as your proof of love. He will never part with a simple “goodbye” He will kiss you, hold you, playfully refuse to let you go. He’ll hold onto your hand, fingers slipping through your own until the last possible second. He will never let you go to bed angry, all couples fight, but he will never accept you feeling that he doesn’t love you with his whole heart. If you’re angry and overwhelmed and try to storm out, he’ll take you by the hand, spin you around and hold you to his chest

“if you need space, need time then take it. But I’m not letting you leave without you knowing that I love you, will always love you. I’ll be here waiting for when you’re ready to talk” he’d kiss the top of your head, and squeeze you gently before letting you go.

[steveharrington]

have you ever like. ranked the general ST cast on how well you think they'd do in a reality competition show (either being in competition with other ST characters or as the sole competitor from that group). bc like the only show i watch in that kind of category is drag race but the whole, like, realm of it fascinates me immensely and it's melting with my ST hyperfocus in my brain (also not 2 be biased but i feel like steve could win any reality competition show like even drag race or at Least be mr fan favorite. i know it in my heart actually)

anon ..... you have no idea the gift youve given me by asking this question. this is all i have ever wanted to post about for the past several months. lets get into it here is the official How Well They Would Do On Reality TV Ranking (with additional commentary abt which shows they would excel at and who they are similar to)

steve <3 listen this is NOT just me being biased i genuinely think steve has the perfect skill sets for several reality competition series. most of these games require a combination of social prowess and athleticism, both of which steve has! i think he would slay mtv's the challenge like (crediting em here) his feeder show would've been a love island/party down south/are you the one type series where he was just pretty and flirty and got drunk all the time but then he comes onto the challenge and just Crushes it because he's got the balance of good natured and bitchy that people enjoy and find entertaining + he's got endurance for DAYS and he would think of strategies for challenges that no one else would typically see a la jordan wiseley winning a tug of war just by pretending to almost fall and then letting go of the rope. i also think steve would be good at shows like big brother and the amazing race, and he'd be a fan favorite because he'd give good DRs <3

lucas! for a lot of the same reasons as steve, and i also think lucas would be one of those players who's very loyal to their alliance and absolutely refuses to back-stab which could cost him a win for a few seasons until having one glory lap where he just crushes it competition-wise and his past record of being a good teammate helps him avoid eliminations. sorry im like only thinking abt this in terms of the challenge. i also think lucas would be really good at the amazing race! i think on both shows whenever he gets to do a stunt like sky dive or bungee jump or whatever hes always like :D because hes just happy to be there. he'd be on the level of leroy garrett or sarah rice

nancy and im shocking myself a bit by putting her this high up but think about it. nancy would do what needs to be done. she would betray her alliances to get herself ahead in the game, but she'd be careful and do it sparingly only when the time is Exactly right. i think she'd be the real leader of an alliance, but she also knows that being a leader = having a target on your back, so she lets someone else on the team be like the Speaker while she does the strategizing. and then when the time is right, she's ruthless about throwing someone in. big brother would be nancy's game to win, and she'd be like a less unhinged vanessa russo or a slightly more unhinged nicole franzel

argyle would do very well i think just solely based on his social game. people would keep him around specifically because he's funny and brings enjoyment to the filming schedule kinda like my baby kyle christie from the challenge. i think argyle's best shot would be big brother for sure, and even if he didn't win (i dont really foresee him being the best at comps, esp season memory bc his ass would not study) he would be america's favorite player for sure

max would be good at the challenge because i think max would be good At Challenges, however i do fear that she would struggle with the political game. this kinda eliminates her from big brother, where you Have to be fake, but on the challenge she could've thrived during the 2013-2017 seasons like dirty thirty, vendettas, etc where you were allowed to openly hate people and pray on their downfall. not that max would have beef with everyone, bc i do think she'd be generally well liked, but there's always some evil male on every season that she would simply Hate and potentially destroy her own game in the pursuit of getting him out. but even then, she might count that as a win <3 she'd go down in the hall of fame of famous reality tv girlies who hate their male partners like amanda garcia and ashley mitchell

robin.....alright listen. robin would get paranoid on big brother and she would be considered a layup on the challenge (sob) because she's not very coordinated and she'd get frazzled under timed pressure. BUT hear me out if robin had a partner who encouraged her and motivated her, i think she could really start to slay. she would be very clever when it comes to subtle game moves, i think, like she would be good at picking who to put in a tribunal with her based on the social standings of the game. i think she could have a really good season under the right circumstances and shock everyone like big t on the challenge double agents. and she'd be good at one or two very random very specific challenges that require some super obscure skill

dustin would do alright for himself on big brother because he would nail a lot of the puzzle/memory comps and play that lovable nerd role. howeverrrr i think dustin would be a bit...naive :( i think he wouldn’t foresee his alliance members betraying him and he would take it Very hard and play with his emotions most of the time. he would probably get backdoored on big brother despite having a really good comp win record just from being a genius like michael bruner or ian terry

now we're getting into ppl who i don't think would slay unfortunately.......el :( she is too trusting im so sorry like everyone would LOVE her but she would volunteer to go up as a pawn in big brother and her alliance would be like “okay better her than me!” and she’d get eliminated :( but she would give such good DRs and get a huge fan fav edit

will.....idk man will would not want to be on reality tv idk how he'd find himself in this situation to be honest.....he'd be well-liked but he'd be a floater 110% because he doesn't really care about the urgency of starting a good political game early on. his main goal would just be to fly under the radar, and that only works for so long

mike would be a huge bitch to people and they would target his ass so quickly im SORRY but its true. like at least mike would try, and i think he'd pull off one great tv moment by doing something unprecedented and unhinged like targeting the biggest player week 1, but his timing would be off and it would backfire so immensely. also he would get medically dq'd from the challenge im so sorry. he'd do a pole wrestle or balls in against someone bigger and just disintegrate

eddie would be too weird and off-putting. sorry. eddie would roll up at the big brother house and be like Im Here To Send A Message That Reality TV Is Vapid And Our Culture Is Crumbling From A Lack Of Real Art and people would be like boooooooooo and vote him in. he'd also refuse to work with physical threats because he'd be like tch meathead jock idiots >:( and then they'd fold him in half during a hall brawl IM SORRY ITS THE TRUTH

jonathan would not go on a reality show. he would be like cody nickson in the sense that he'd hate being there, he'd hate everyone in the house, and he would refuse to be animated and exagerrated in the DR like production would tell him to. i do think this could make him a sleeper hit among viewers because people kinda like when someone is visibly Over the game and doesn't hide that, but yeah he would not make it far. he would probably quit.

[goldeneyedgirl]

can't believe my dumb ass misunderstanding the hybrid jasper thing and the fact that you were talking about vampire jasper in the og hybrid universe actually resulted in such a beautiful thing thanks a lot to your galaxy brain and i'm sorry but now i'm one more anon disturbing you til death to have more of this concept !!!!!!!!!!

No, Anon. You gifted me with your galaxybrain thoughts. This concept has eaten away at me. I love fucking with the dynamic between Alice and Jasper, and the idea that he's some fucked up, mutated version of a hybrid because Maria crossed his path will feed me for a long time. 

I'm still fiddling with how I want to approach this - there's the 'rewriting the canon story beats'. Or there's more of a Jasper-version of Hybrid which is... tempting. I could have fun with that. 

But for now, here's some more from the ficmas version!

He wants to trust Alice.

But it’s hard. Nothing good has ever come from trusting a vampire. Or a woman.

Everything about her seems to be designed to lure him in - her big eyes, the sweet and hopeful smile on her face, the way she fusses with her gloves and hat and shoes. She smells like good things, safe things that feel like he dreamed them once. He really does want to trust her.

But he can’t.

The room that she’s rented for them is small but clean and warm. He wasn’t expecting that. Or the fact there’s a weather-beaten suitcase with clothing for him on the bed.

“It was easier to tell the landlady that you were my husband,” Alice says apologetically, as she takes off her coat and hangs it up. “If we’d traveled as siblings, more questions would have been asked.” There’s a tarnished brass ring, held on with a slip of paper, on her left hand that she slips off and into thin air. “She has assumed you were a soldier, which will work in our favor.”

He nods dumbly. Cover stories are nothing new, and this one is sturdy. But it makes him feel like he’s caught in a net and he can’t get free if everything turns sour with all the details already figured out for him. He wishes he knew if he could trust her.

Alice watches him for a moment, and she looks almost sad before she gestures to the suitcase. “Take what you need - the washroom is at the end of the hall. If… if I fetch you some food, will you eat?”She sounds oddly tentative making that offer but he nods. He’s not sure what he will eat - he existed on human blood for so long that human food only does so much; it is essentially medicinal, to keep him healthy and functioning. He can go for weeks, if not months, without much more than a few mouthfuls of water but it will take its toll.

But the blood… the blood he needs to stay in control.

In the washroom, he finds the case is very precisely packed - two outfits for him, all in dark colours and folded neatly, along with a comb and a razor. Soap and towels are provided in the washroom, thankfully. She’s even found him a set of pajamas that smell like soap flakes and dust. But underneath his things is a filmy pink scarf, separating another layer of clothing, and he cannot help but peel it back to see what else is packed in this suitcase.

There’s a threadbare yellow dress with mismatched buttons; a grey sweater that looks miles too big for Alice; a beige slip with a torn strap hastily pinned; a little pouch with an ancient-looking hairbrush, a dirty lipstick, and a brown leather notebook tied closed with some ribbon.

The notebook looks as old as he is, and he feels oddly guilty as he reaches for it. But he opens it and… maybe he can trust her.

The first few pages are letters. Unsteady and uneven, in a small, cramped hand; practicing over and over again until the letters become words. Mostly ‘Alice’ and ‘Jasper’ and ‘Cullen’. Leaning to write until it looks like the hand of someone her age and not someone who seems to have taught themselves.

And then little drawings - he’s stunned to see himself in many of them, drawings the size of postage stamps so as not to run out of pages.

A few sketches of clothing - dresses and coats and shirts. Lists of items, as if her memory cannot retain things. And then, almost in the middle of the book, it becomes … it becomes something he feels like he shouldn’t have seen. Notes on him, for him. Things to remember, things to know. Things that her funny gift has seen.

Can’t get cold or wet.

Doesn’t like milk.

Sleeps!

Pages and pages of notes to herself about him. And instead of being creeping and unnerving, like being watched in the dark, he found it… sweet and endearing, a clumsy gesture of goodwill.

She wasn’t lying when she said that she had been looking for him, waiting for him.

When he goes to put her things back in order, hoping that she won’t realize he intentionally looked through them and just messed them up pulling his own things out, he finds a dirty bit of cloth. There’s mud and old blood on it, and he pulls it out to see exactly why Alice has kept it.

It’s a torn, dirty garment. Not a dress or a shirt, but shapeless. The blood runs down the left side - a distinct pattern. He doesn’t need the lingering scent of venom to identify it, not with the blood splatter the way it is.

This was the garment she died in.

[gabessquishytum]

My horny besties, we talk a lot about orgasm denial on here, a lot of fics and headcanons where Hob's poor cock is caged for literal years, more than a hundred years in fact (I remember that one fondly). Dream comes back and he finally gets to cum and he goes back to being caged like a good boi. Beautiful.

And SO I'm gonna flip that for a minute, and say that this arrangement has the wonderful unintentional outcome of teaching Hob how to have dry orgasms. Beautiful, mindblowing, all-encompassing, spasming dry orgasms that rock Hob's world the first time he experiences it, and leaves him so lust dumb, it takes awhile for his brain to reboot.

Personally, I like to think this happens after their reunion and they're finally doing the nasty on the regular, but this could be for any of the previous years really.

Dream has absolutely been wrecking Hob's ass for hours now as per usual, practically pounding him into the mattress. And Hob feels different somehow, usually the pleasure peaks at a certain level and stays there until Dream finishes, but today, it's climbing higher and higher. Hob is frantic that he's going to come, but he can't make himself talk coherently, all that comes out of his mouth are debauched moans and whimpers, and Dream doesn't notice, too busy fucking Hob into oblivion. Then when his orgasm hits, Hob siezes and screams but nothing came out? But the pleasure, oh the pleasure, and Hob has the most blissed out, fucked dumb expression on his face.

And Dream knows, oh he knows what happened. And he is so not done with his precious pet.

-Love Yan Anon <3

I love the idea of dry orgasms!! And I really love the idea of Hob being literally fucked dumb.

Like. He can't think. He can't speak. He can only lie there and be speared over and over on Dream’s cock. He's over stimulated, his tongue is lolling and his eyes are glassy as he gazes up at Dream. He's just a dumb little toy being used by his master, and inside his heart is fluttering because he loves it so much.

Of course Dream has to find out how many time he can make his baby boy cum dry. He's curious, and he wants to see that lovely expression on Hob’s face again. So he starts a new training regime: making his sweet lover’s cock twitch and spasm uselessly as it tries to cum and nothing comes out <3 every time he manages it Hob gets a big kiss as a reward, and it's not long until he can almost do it on demand... such a good little toy. Dream is so lucky.

[finniestoncrane]

❓dano!riddler, 🪑💚 🟪

um um um… maybe… eddie working in the office late at night and afab reader (his coworker that he has a huge crush on) wants to reward him for being such a dedicated, good boy

i’m embarrassed

Late

dano!riddler x female!reader/sitting in their lap big brain anon, this is exceptional bub 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: flirting, praise kink, bit of shy!eddie, chair sex send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

For almost two months, you had successfully avoided doing any project work, and none of your bosses had noticed. The work was still being done, they suspected nothing. You were getting away with it, simply because your co-worker was so easily manipulated.

You’d realised Edward Nashton had a crush on you pretty early on. The signs were there, his lingering stares, the way he laughed breathily at everything you said, how red he got when you touched his arm, bent over in front of him, leaned close to him so he could smell you.

So when you leaned into him, asking for help with this project because it was just so big and you weren’t quite sure you could handle it, eyes wide and wet, lips pouting, he had been so quick to offer his assistance. Getting him to take it on completely and not tell on him was easy enough once you had him wrapped around your finger.

Still, it tugged at your heart strings when you came into work late, collecting your things after a long, late afternoon get together at the bar next door to see him hunched over his desk, your files scattered out in front of him. Surely, he deserved a reward, for being so dedicated to your work?

“Eddie! You’re still here?”

He jumped, fixing his glasses and straightening his tie.

“Oh, yes…just…finishing up the project. It just needs a sign-off.”

“Good timing then!”

You walked around the desk and pushed in front of him, pinning him between you, the chair, and the wall, bending over to sign the last page, rubbing your ass against his crotch, feeling him twitch lightly in his pants before he sat down to give you space.

“Oh, good idea, there’s a lot more things to sign than I realised.”

You hitched your skirt slightly, sitting on his lap, easing yourself ever so slightly back and forth as you hummed over the document.

“Did…did I do a good…job for you?”

He cleared his throat, hands clinging to the arms of the chair, knuckle white from the grip. You leaned back, pressing your cheek to his and whispering.

“You did a very good job, Eddie. You’re such a good boy.”

He giggled lightly, cheeks almost instantaneously pink.

“I think you really should be rewarded for your dedication, and your input. Here.”

You reached into your pockets, clutching something in your hands, dropping it into his palm. His eyes grew wider from behind his lenses as he teased at the fabric, pulling it out until it was recognisable.

“Are those your…”

“Panties? Yep.”

Before he could utter a complete word, stammering over himself, you leaned back, and up, reached below you and began unzipping his pants, freeing his length and rubbing your bare, slick lips against it once you had slipped it through the front of his boxers. You moaned as you guided his head inside of you, sinking down on him.

“Oh..be…quiet we…ah…can’t let them…huh…hear us…”

“Relax, Eddie! I just want to say thank you.”

He kept his fingers tight in their grip as you sank down onto him again, ready to make sure he was willing to help you next time.

[new-berry]

Sorry anon and taylobatz I ate your asks trying to combine :)Joao Cancelo / Hugo Felix and look away if you are like “oh my jam is not when she writes that stuff”

stumbling over a couple / secrets

Final warning this includes brother brother and a requests asked for sexy with no set up. Hahahhha almost?Just the porn (tiny bit of set up) a PWP.

I have no idea what you mean by typos or spelling mistakes. Ridiculous. Clean your glasses.

All the blood in his body must be in his dick, becuase there is no way any is left is his brain. Joao is slack jawed and thinks he’s drooling. Mouth dribbling spit as much as his dick is leaking come.

They are twisted around each other, impossible to say where one begins and the other ends.

Hugo’s mouth is open and Félix’s tongue is inside it. He can tell them apart, the glorious sun pouring through he open window, the wind twisting the curtains. The colour of their hair and the graceful line of their necks. Hugo makes soft little stuttering sighs, Félix moans as his tongue is twisted around Hugo’s

João doesn’t want to talk and break the spell of them, wants to undo the last few hours to work out the incantation that got him here. The boy’s hands curled around each others dicks.

Félix pushes Hugo back, uses his arms, flexed and Hugo shudders, he gentles, softens under Félix, “won’t you be good for João?” Hugo moans and twists on the bed. He reaches a hand out to João and pulls it to his mouth.

He sighs out a little hiccupy gasp and looks up, his eyes are frantic and his mouth moves a little, almost kissing motions on the back then the palm of João’s hand.

Félix pushes João’s hand down, and Hugo sucks his finger into his hot wet mouth. His eyes slide closed and his tongue works around João’s knuckle.

Félix pulls back digging through the white sheets, his other hand resting possessively over Hugo’s chest.

João wasn’t supposed to be here, or maybe he was. He thought the brothers were dozing half asleep by the pool, maybe they forgot they invited him over. Félix on his back, Hugo draped over his shoulder, head turned into his neck. it was only when he got a little closer to the two of them he saw Hugo’s hips, rocking in short jerking little motions on Félix’s thigh. Félix’s hand palming the curve of his ass under his swim shorts.

Some parts of their body are still wet, Hugo’s hair slicked back gasping into Félix’s skin, like they crawled out of the pool and into each others arms.

“Félix.” João didn’t raise his voice Hugo make a squeaking noise and stilled his hips. Félix looked over Hugo’s shoulder he just smiled. With his little brother trembling on his leg, muscles of his back twitching, Félix put both hands on the waist band of his swim shorts and pushed them down.

Hugo’s ass with the slightly paler band from his clothes but not lily white, like the two of them sunbathed naked here all the time.

João put his hand on the back of the sun lounger and watched, Félix with his hands sliding down Hugo’s ass.

Félix slides his thumb deliberately, slowly, down the crease of Hugo’s body. João is sure he’s staring in stupid pleading want. Félix motions his over and sits up a little, Hugo pressed closer to his big brother, his knees either side of Félix’s thigh, his face tighter into Félix’s neck.

Félix moves his thigh and Hugo squeaks again and almost rocks back. Freezing when João touches his back. “Little mouse.” He whispers in the younger brothers ear and presses soft kisses across his back up to his ear and then into Félix’s waiting mouth.

João pulls back and Hugo has turned his eyes up to watch them.

“Little mouse.” João says again, “do you want a kiss?” Hugo nods and tilts his head up. His mouth is placid and held timidly open to João.

João didn’t mean to get carried away, he didn’t mean to plunder and take and have Hugo gasping and shaking against him as well.

“Inside.” Félix’s voice is rough. He pushes Hugo’s swim shorts all the way off. When Hugo tries to cover himself João pulls his hand away and kisses him finger by finger. “You’re too pretty to be covered up.” He tells him, Félix wraps his arm around Hugo’s waist they are all hard, Félix’s cock is showing against his still damp black shorts. He kisses Hugo on the cheek “your cock is too pretty to cover up.” Hugo whine his face turning pink his cock bobbing into front of their eyes as they walk into the house. he turns his head into Félix’s neck again but keeps a tight grip on João’s hand, tugging the older man behind them.

Félix pushes him down on the bed he gently arranges him, Hugo’s legs nudged open. He lets Hugo cover his face, cheeks scarlet, dick almost flat against his stomach. “João, open the curtains” he says shoving his shorts down and climbing on top of his brother. João’s stripping his own clothes as he complies.

João’s here now, watching Felix grope through the white sheets coming back with lube.

As much drips on Hugo and the sheets as on his fingers. João swipes some off Hugo and strokes his cock a couple of times.

Félix isn’t gentle with this, sliding two fingers into Hugo leaning his body to the side asking João if he can see.

Hugo shakes and blinks up at João with pleading eyes and João clears his throat before saying ‘how he can see’, and ‘how pretty and good Hugo is being.” Hugo’s eyes slip down and he looks under his eyelashes flirty and coquettish his mouth opening in an O of pleasureshock at what Félix’s fingers are unlocking inside him.

Hugo’s whimpers wash over them both and Félix’s groans impatient and pulls his fingers out, his hands are shaking a little as he drips some lube in his cock. He briefly covers Hugo’s mouth with his, swallowing the sqeaksob that João is sure Hugo offers.

When Félix pulls away João takes over, taking the whimper when Félix pushes into his brother. His sighs are liquid, slithering into João.

João runs his fingers gently over Hugo’s chest, stroking his nipples and sliding down to touch where the brothers are joined.

Félix is murmuring how good Hugo is, being how good he feels. When João pulls back both of their faces are open with naked want, he’s suddenly it sure if he should be there until Félix says “be good for João as well?”

Hugo nods and turns his head to the side motioning João kneels more on the bed, tucking a pillow under Hugo’s head and holding his cock to Hugo’s mouth. Félix cups Hugo’s cheek, João swears through the tight heat of Hugo’s mouth he can feel the burn of Félix’s hand encouraging his brother to take João deeper. Hugo’s back arches as Félix pushes deeper into him his back arches, the illustration of want. Despite the bright sun João's vision gets muzzled, Hugo’s fingers scrabbling in his arm Félix kissing his brother then him.

João’s fingers are clenched in Hugo’s hair, eyes greedily watching the tiny tears in the corner of his eyes as he thrusts into his mouth. Félix is watching reverently at Hugo’s mouth his hand jerking his brothers cock hard, watching as João spills over his bottom lip stroking his cock a couple of times to empty over the bottom of Hugo’s face and his lip.

João leans over his stomach still shaking and sucks the top of Hugo’s dick hard with no finesse swallowing, Félix’s )’hand bumping under his chin.

Félix licks at João’s release, the obscene squelch of the brothers bodies over all their harsh breaths. Hugo’s almost asleep as Félix finishes, holding the opening of Hugo’s body to pull his dick out without hurting Hugo’s tender younger skin.

Hugos’s eyes are heavy and slow. “Put our little mouse under the covers,” João runs a reassuring arm over Félix’s back. “I’ll take care of the clean up.”

João doesn’t get changed he’s not leaving. When he comes back with a cloth Hugo has dropped off with snuffling breaths, João pulls the sheet back to clean his chest then his face. He kisses Hugo’s cheek and then Félix’s mouth. “Go to sleep big brother.” João tells him. “I’ll stay awake. “ Félix nods and pushes Hugo over to João’s chest where he snuggles in. Félix lies against Hugo’s back, hand over his waist resting on João’s leg.

[kwillow]

And just know still devoted of anon, I STILL think of him regularly! I am incredibly brainrotted and tho I am sorry for the brainrot info dump I also lmao feel the need to let you know the mental tomfoolery that occurs and that I think of regularly when I imagine Ambroy as now I more so affectionately tormenting him through the oc I mentioned whos still alive through means of my own brain coming up with stuff (came up with some whole ass lore trying to make the oc who is technically a human kinda oc actually like fit and belong in ambroys world so what animal anthro they'd become, why he might be nice once(spoilers I imagined it was for selfish reasons) ect) as Ambroy gets older they become more confident because like plenty of time passes gotta have some character growth and it makes sense with the imaginary lore I have lmao and is just a bit of a lil shit now unfortunately (for Ambroy) tho still devoted and still adoring him cause pretty unicorn who did a good deed once go brrr but they will also go "hmmm maybe if you're so worried you'll let me have a pound of flesh" if he made a comment of being fat around them in reference to some shakespeare thing I think I know something has a gimme a pound of flesh storyline and also because said oc is gonna be a carnivorous species naturally so a lil playful eat threat that they'd never actually do and probably flirting also (in their own special way) cause affectionately annoy the unicorn for talking bad about himself lightly bite him without breaking skin (biting is a love language at least for them lmao) and lick cause the oc (who for better or for worse is a girl idk if that'd make Ambroy more or less chill) is just a bit gross but also idk he might enjoy the attention from big strong woman who can probably manhandle him a little and who I imagine has rather large paws (size differences?? In my imagined mental scenarios? It's more likely than you think). Being that she has been with him for a few hundred years he's probably used to her, they probably have a very weird relationship at this time cause hm still devoted and loyal but also has more confidence and a personality for herself. I don't like that. But also the added confidence means she pays even more attention to me in ways others may be too nervous. I don't mind that at times. But also won't let me tap. (I imagine she has a joke of "one day ill let you have me" just affectionately winding him up cause he probably doesn't like that it's forbidden like "excuse me?? Not for me?? I CAN'T have?? There must be some mistake." Oc has some dignity she's saving herself lmao for what or who idk I think she just enjoys being a dick)

Like my brain thrives off it cause its in my opinion so funny like when your scary dog priveleges backfire cause they never fucking die and now scary big strong friend has confidence cause they've gotten cocky and can man handle you (very easily!) but gently however they are still devoted and admire you endlessly, I can just see ambroy like you can't just come in here argue with me about my appearance threaten to bite me DARE touch and kiss my exposed flesh and then LEAVE???? WENCH??? GET BACK HERE??? Did I say you were finished?? Hmph!

Just vastly offended she came in covered him in kisses and left!

(contextually as well ideas for lore is obviously being that they both have these longer lifespans they are probably technically semi equals (tho she never challenges his authority in any way he is still above her in her opinion however she will be cocky) from what I made up for the oc hence also the ocs general audacity cause I imagine normally you probably shouldn't do that but like lmao she can and she will)

(and honestly, I don't think she's here to try to fix this fictional man.. She might be here just to cause problems and could make him worse by being a powerhouse on his side as that is not good for anyone for him to have that ego boost. Tho I do think she is also here to adore him even if she shouldn't like she gets one problematic man as a treat and I feel like there's potential for just a smidge of soft cause as much as playful nasty tension is funny I love me a bit of soft cause the mental image of her just holding ambroy if he's at a low point staying at his side holding him in a dark quiet room hugging him close to her body warming him popped into mind and urghh its about the unwavering devotion and the need for physical closeness and touch in a moment of desperation and loneliness(and the devastating denial of it happening later *mwah* beautiful))

Hello again anon! I'm so glad you're still kicking around my blog and that you liked the doodle I made even if my guesses about your character weren't quite accurate. I love this scenario you've sent too; I made another little drawing about it. xP Imagining him saying "WENCH GET BACK HERE" killed me, I should incorporate that word into his vocabulary more.

More talking under the cut!

I just loved reading this, had a big grin on my face the whole way through! I'm so spoiled with this great buffet of my dipstick of a horse getting clowned on repeatedly.

This character being a woman would make him less chill, unfortunately (or fortunately?); much like the unicorns of myth he's very girl-crazy. He doesn't care so much about virginity status, but he DOES go nuts when a girl plays hard to get since he's an entitled brat. What do you mean he can't have a shiny new toy? That means he wants it more! HUFF SNORT etc. Her teasing him with biting and licking at the same time would make it worse. Talk about mixed signals! He's not smart enough to disentangle those!

Ambroys' DnD/aasimar version has a secret shameful thing for sexy monster women, sooo I can imagine him being perhaps similarly taken with a huge, strong carnivore as well. :P Take that as you will.

I really like how you imagine the dynamic developing from her being a bit more of a doormat at first to growing a spine and pushing back against him more as she gets more confident. Though young!Ambroys doesn't really respect anybody (at most, he fears people), as he gets on in years he starts to understand and value things like loyalty. Still a selfish greedy git, natch, but I could see him growing to appreciate her acts of service and dedication more as the decades rolled on, even with the taunting. Or perhaps especially because of it. Thinking on the canon love interests he's had over his life, he tends to be most attached to the women who gave him a little (or a lot) of pushback now and again. He does seem to want a bit of a challenge from the people he's close to, even if he doesn't realize it. I think it's part of what allows him to (sort of) conceptualize someone as a person instead of a faceless NPC in the background of his life (have I mention he's a stupid selfish git yet). Or maybe it makes the times they don't push back feel more genuine and satiates his bottomless appetite for admiration just a little more.

Anyway, I think once he got old enough, he'd enjoy the back and forth of the denial back to affection back to the taunts about letting him "have" her one day. Having a few hundred years on him helps with learning how to delay gratification. Of course, I think his younger self would enjoy the game as well, even if it would also make him mad with frustration and cause temper tantrums. He enjoys the chase more than the actual conquest sometimes.

(Also your scenario about holding him is extremely cute, aaw. He'd appreciate having that in his low points. In the story's canon, at his worst and lowest point in life, he's all alone. It's his fault of course, but still...!)

Anyway, I'm babbling on, but thanks so much for sharing more of your ideas! As I said before I'm hugely flattered and touched that my silly character spoke to you so much. It's all a humble imaginary friend maker like me can ask for!

( P.S. If you felt comfortable, maybe you could send me a ref or description of your character sometime. I can't promise anything now because I'm mired in end-of-semester hell and then there's the holidays and have a very long drawing to-do list BUT. You never know what might happen. :3c )

[timidloner]

NAH WHY IS JOREN SO FINE... i usually tend to be irked by physical descriptions using real people because they'd usually use the most bland white man looking ever (straight up john looking ass mf)(sorry to all the johns out here but come on now) but JOREN??? HES SO PHEWWW MANY THOUGHTS!! i'm so grateful for you seriously <3

when a design gives brain rotting ideas, you know its good: from brushing the hair out of his face delicately to (maybe if hes into it) pulling it but also possibly kissing the scars or simply running your fingers on them... i even imagined MC brushing the tips of their fingers against his moles like the amount of tension you can create now just by using joren's appearances helll yeahhh

i'm not a big fan of facial hair but the first thing i thought when i saw what you wrote is "what if when they kiss, it tickles MC and they keep thinking about his kisses even more" and the potential too to trim his facial hair because thatd be so domestic... in conclusion its perfect (y joren es un papacito me gustaría fornicar mucho jajaj) - ram

RAM <3

Thank you for your blessing, lol! I figured using pictures would be the easiest way to explain my point, especially about Joren's features. I wanted to make that very clear.

And yeah... It's not that they (conventionally attractive white men) aren't handsome, objectively, they are. But at some point, it's all you see online and it becomes... so boring? The same dude in a different font? It's especially present in Tiktok and Instagram, the influencers all look the same.

This is actually a super interesting topic from a sociological perspective, but we aren't here for that, haha! So, let's continue before I get carried away!!

I'm actually so feral about his moles, since there's one on his neck and then another on the edge of his jaw, you could leave a trail of kisses from one to the other... until you reach his mouth, aaaaa

And you know how some scars itch?? I can see his facial scar itching like hell from moment to moment. There could be a scene where MC applies some salve on it and it's so soft because he isn't used to people taking care of him!! AAAA

Yes! The hair!! Maybe they're having gentle sex, Joren is on top and MC is on their back, and his hair falls like a curtain so it feels like there's just the two of them??

But pulling, caressing, brushing his hair!! It's all top-tier content!!

And awww, this is the first time we disagree on something! But yes, I actually stole your idea when I answered the other anon, haha! I got it from Ram, everybody, now you know.

But also, the trust Joren will have to put in MC... if he lets them shave his face??? They could him kill at that moment for good! It's a show of the greatest trust to bare his neck and close his eyes when MC has a knife against their skin...

And Ram, sometimes I cannot tell if you know how to speak Spanish, please put me out of my misery and tell me!!

[ohthatstragic]

It's Been a Long Time - p.m

a/n: ahhhhh dilf mav. my favourite < 3 thank you to the anon who requested this cute ass one-shot, omg. i loved it c: i kept this gender neutral as the request didn't use specific pronouns!

i didn't have time to proofread this so if i used a non-gender neutral pronoun somewhere pls let me know!!

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, sweet mav

wc: 3,096

the request: 'maverick x younger reader (maybe reader is in their 30s or up to you) and since it has been so long for mav to take someone out on a first date, he seeks help to penny/rooster (or whoever you want) because he's been feeling jittery and on edge about where he's going to take the reader as he wants to make their 1st date to be special and memorable bcs you know it's been long too since he's this giddy.' read it in full here

Maverick drummed his long fingers against the bar top, the soft thuds echoing gently in the empty bar. The pilot had come early to visit his good friend Penny, seeking friendly advice on his upcoming date with you. He was currently waiting on the barmaid to return through the kitchen doors, his eyes anxiously darting between the double swing doors and the hard, wooden top beneath his fidgeting fingers. Impatiently, he blew out a short breath of air through his mouth, quickly glancing at the digital watch that rested on his right wrist.

"Need to be somewhere, Pete?" Penny's amused voice called out from behind him, making the older pilot jump in his seat. A grin reached his lips as he chuckled at her question, turning to face the woman in question.

"Sorry," He sighed. "It's.. it's just been a long time." Maverick shrugged, his tongue coming to poke at the inside of his bottom lip in mild frustration. Penny couldn't help the smirk that came to rest on her lips as she strutted behind the bar, placing her palms down on the top of it, leaning against it.

"Pete, I've known you long enough and I know you well enough to know that you shouldn't be fretting over a first date. You must've had what, like... a million of them?" Penny teased, a quiet laugh leaving her lips. Maverick joined her in laughing and let his head fall back as he sighed.

He shook his head and swallowed. "I know, but, Y/N... they're different." Maverick's brows knotted together, shrugging. In all honesty, he was nervous - a complete and utter wreck. He had no idea where to take you or what to do. The man was desperate for it to be the best date you've been on - because that's what you deserved. The last time he really went on a first date was definitely more than a few years ago, so he wasn't really up to date with what the current... 'trends' were.

"Is it because... they're younger?" Penny quietly asked, her curious eyes trained on the experienced pilot that sat anxiously in front of her. She knew he was worrying about making a good first impression with you, and she also knew how he felt about you. It wasn't anything like his previous flames. Maverick didn't answer her, fearful of what she might think. "Alright," Penny smiled kindly, her straight and white teeth poking out from beneath her pink lips. "What do they love to do? Or what's one of their favourite things?" She questioned and cocked her head at the pilot as he cast his gaze downwards in an attempt to rattle his brain for an answer.

"They love sunrises and sunsets." He replied, a faint smile crossing his features as he reminisced on a warm summer morning where you had woken up extra early to watch the sun rise and called him, eager to make sure he had also witnessed it at the same time.

a month ago

Your phone buzzed to life, the theme song to The Big Bang Theory blaring out into your bedroom. With a heavy groan, you flung your hand down onto your bedside table, half-asleep, your fingers fumbling against your phone screen in a weak attempt to silence the headache inducing music. Despite it being your favourite show, the theme song soon got old and it made you want to get up - hence why you had made it your alarm clock sound.

You raised your phone to your eyes, squinting at the bright screen as you glanced away for a moment, giving yourself time to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. Five fifty-two in the morning. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with heavy hands, you swiftly slipped out of your dishevelled bed; the cold, brisk morning air hugging your half-dressed figure. A brief shiver plagued your body and you turned around quickly, grabbing the duvet and cocooning yourself within it like a caterpillar. You rushed to your bedroom window, a goofy smile reaching your lips as you eagerly ripped open the curtains, eyes falling on the red and orange hue that was slowly growing over the horizon.

"Mav," You mumbled to yourself, reaching to the side of your now-naked bed for your phone. Feeling the cool, glass material against your fingertips you pulled it close to you, opening it quickly. You scrolled through your contacts before you found his, and dialled it, your smile widening.

The shrill trill of Maverick's phone rang out in his bedroom and he stirred awake, a frustrated groan reverberating from his bare chest. "Who.. the fu.." He grumbled, clumsily turning over in his bed as he grabbed his phone with an exasperated huff. This better be important, he thought. "Hello?" He answered with a husky voice.

"Mav?" Your sweet voice squeaked quietly, and Maverick felt his previous frustration melt away instantly. A content smile spread across his cheeks.

"Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" Maverick asked, quickly checking the time. Five fifty-six in the morning. His brows furrowed and his concern grew slightly.

"Yes," You bit down on your lip, nibbling anxiously. "Go and look out your window." You quickly said, earning a confused grunt from the man on the other end of the line. "Mav, just do it." You laughed.

"Alright." He sighed, unable to hide the amused smile playing on his lips. The older pilot stood up slowly, a hand coming up to rub his face to try and wake himself up a bit more. He pulled open his curtains, the bright morning blinding him momentarily. "What am I looking at?" Maverick asked, quite obviously confused. He expected you to be standing there with a boombox like John Cusack in the film Say Anything, but instead he was only greeted with nothing.

"The sunrise, isn't it beautiful?" You gushed, letting your head rest against your fisted hand, which was leaning against the windowsill. Maverick, still being half-asleep, stared confusedly before he realised what you were talking about. His gaze lifted to the coral sky, watching the clouds part like the Red Sea as the sun gradually rose from it's resting place, below the horizon.

"Oh, yeah, it's stunning, Y/N," Maverick agreed, his heart feeling full. He had just realised that you had called him so he could enjoy the beautiful sunrise with you, and it made him ecstatic. "I've seen something better, though." He admitted, a gentle laugh escaping his grinning mouth.

"Really?" You asked obliviously.

"Yeah, you." He replied smoothly, making you blush. You let out a shy giggle at his words.

"That was cheesy, Mav."

"You need some cheesiness in your life, otherwise it's boring, trust me." He said, still staring out at the rising sun. He hoped you were doing the same.

Your lips had twisted into another bashful smile. "If you're the one saying it, then I think I can tolerate it." You giggled.

"Pete?" Penny called out to her old friend, an amused grin on her lips.

"What?" Maverick blinked.

"I said why don't you take them to see the sunrise or sunset in your plane?" She laughed, clearly amused by the fact that the older pilot had just totally and completely zoned out by thinking about you. Maybe you were special after all.

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea, Pen." He was pleased at Penny's suggestion - for one it included flying, and two, it involved flying with you. "You think they'd like that?" Maverick asked, just needing a little bit more reassurance.

"Definitely. They're always beaming whenever they talk about you flying. I think Y/N'd love it." Penny grinned, tapping the bar top with her palm as if she was securing the deal. Maverick thought it over for a moment, his gaze falling to his fidgeting fingers.

"Alright, I'll give it go." He shrugged, standing up from his seat. "Thanks again, Penny. I'll let you know how it goes." Maverick threw the barmaid a grateful smile, and she returned it, waving him off.

****

Right Down The Line by Gerry Rafferty was playing out in Maverick's hangar as he was making some last-minute adjustments to his plane before you arrived. "You know I need your love," He mumbled to himself, his foot tapping rhythmically against the concrete floor. "You've got that hold over me." He quietly sang to himself as his skilful fingers worked in the engine of his P-51 Mustang.

"Long as I got your love, you know that I'll never leave." You sang back, poking your head over the wing of the 1945 plane, and Maverick almost lost his footing from your sudden presence. The man stumbled backwards as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Sorry," You giggled as you watched his shocked face twist back into a happy smile.

"Jesus," He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it, I'll get you back once we're in the sky." Maverick teased with a wink as he stepped forwards again, finishing up on the engine.

"Once we're where?" You repeated, utterly surprised.

"In the sky." He said, grinning. You couldn't hide your excitement.

Your mouth fell agape, eyes lighting up with elation. "You're telling me, that I, Y/N L/N, get to fly with the Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell?" You gasped quietly, glancing between the old model plane and it's owner.

"I suppose so, yeah," He laughed lightly at your reaction and he couldn't disguise the happiness that was currently shooting through his body. Maverick was thrilled that you had a positive reaction to his suggestion - deep down he was worried that you'd be terrified and you'd refuse to fly with him. "Have you ever been in a plane before?" Maverick asked, honestly a little curious and nervous.

"Um," You swallowed. "Once or twice, but commercially, not like this." A nervous giggle escaped you and it warmed Maverick's heart.

"I think you'll love it."

****

You and Maverick spoke for a little while, and he was even kind enough to teach you a little about his P-51 Mustang, which you were - of course - delighted to listen to. The two of you now sat inside his plane as he taxied it to the runway, and you felt your heart begin to race at the anticipation. "Ready?" You heard Maverick call from in front of you, the reflection of his grinning face mirrored in the acrylic canopy. An eager smile reached your lips as your hands flew up to adjust the headset atop your head that he had given you.

"Yes!" You replied back, voice full of enthusiasm. Maverick smiled to himself as he pushed the throttle forwards, the plane beginning to race towards the end of the runway. As it caught enough speed, Maverick pulled back on the centre stick, the plane beginning to lift off from the ground. You sucked in a breath as you felt your stomach drop slightly from the sudden change in altitude.

"Talk to me, Y/N," Maverick said from the front seat with a small smile on his lips. You were absolutely stunned by how gorgeous the world looks from up here, that you almost didn't hear him.

"Wow," You breathed out, pressing your hands against the canopy like a child at a candy shop. "It's beautiful up here!" You gushed, eyes darting all over the Earth below you. Bright, luscious green trees dotted the ground, sandwiched between small and big white houses, the red roofs creating a stark contrast.

"Yeah, it really is." Maverick smiled, his hand coming up to push his aviators back up onto the bridge of his nose. He angled the plane at a sharp, almost vertical slant, and you squeaked at the instantaneous action.

"Mav!" You laughed, squeezing your eyes shut, your hands flying up to grab a hold of the headset that was slipping off of you.

"I told you I'd get you back," He laughed at you, returning the plane to a horizontal position. As you reopened your eyes, slowly, the sky was painted a beautiful shade of peach and pink, with a mix of lavender smothered above it. "You seen it yet?" He asked quietly, looking out of the window to admire the natural phenomenon.

"Holy shit..." You breathed out as your eyes widened like a doe, staring at the breath-taking sunset taking place in front of you. Maverick grinned at your reaction, holding back the happy laugh that was scratching at his throat to escape him. "Mav, this is beautiful!" You gushed, mouth falling agape as he turned the plane once more, and another squeak left your lips. "Mav!" You exclaimed.

"I'll stop now, I promise." His chest bounced from the hearty laugh that escaped him, his cheeks beginning to feel a little sore from the constant grin stuck on his face.

****

Maverick had landed the plane and was currently taxiing it into the hangar. As he parked the plane in it's spot, he shut off the engine and glanced behind his shoulder to look at you, who currently had the world's biggest smile on your face. "We have to do that again, please!" You demanded, your smile growing into a toothy grin. Maverick chuckled at your enthusiasm, and he nodded at you.

"Of course." Maverick assured you, his hands clicking open the canopy with a soft thud. He climbed out onto the wing, shuffling the front seat forwards so you could slip out of it as well. As you crawled forwards and out of the cockpit, he offered you a hand and you gratefully accepted it, gripping it tightly. If anything, you were afraid you'd slip and fall off of the wing of the plane. "Careful," He mumbled, watching your feet. You felt your cheeks burn as you stared at his face, a little awe-struck if you were honest with yourself.

"Thanks," You choked out as Maverick kept your hand in his, his feet stepping back to the edge of the wing. As he let go of your hand for a split second, he hopped down and held out both of his hands this time to encourage you to jump down. "Please don't drop me." You giggled nervously as you bent down to plop your bum on the wing, legs dangling off of it.

"I've got you, I promise." Maverick assured you, a kind smile reaching his lips. You blushed at his handsome face, biting down on the inside of your lip as he moved toward you, his hands landing on your waist. "One, two, three!" He counted, slipping you off of the wing on the last number, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you flush against his body.

"Thank you," You said quietly, utterly breathless at the close proximity between the two of you. You let your eyes fall to his parted lips, quickly flicking back up to meet his curious blue eyes. Maverick noticed your timidity and he smiled at you, releasing you gently from his grasp. You felt sad at the loss of contact from him, but you pushed the feeling aside, smiling back at Maverick. As much as you wanted to kiss the man in that very moment, you didn't want to be too forward.

"I hope you're hungry." Maverick suddenly said with a shy smile, and you quickly frowned, quite obviously confused at his words. Before you could ask what he meant, he lead you round the corner of the plane, your surprised eyes falling onto a candlelit dinner set up on a makeshift table.

"Oh my gosh," You gasped. He had placed a classic red and white gingham cloth atop the table and adorned it with white china plates; a simple, long and slender white candle sat lit in between the two dishes. Steam billowed up from the spaghetti that was neatly arranged in a spiral-like fashion with a piece of basil placed nimbly atop of the Italian staple food. "Oh, Mav, this is just..." You trailed off with a shaky voice, feeling a little emotional at the set up. Nobody had ever gone to these lengths before for a first date, and you were definitely feeling special. Turning your body toward him, you felt tears begin to bubble against your waterline. Maverick's once-smiling face fell at your sad one, and he rushed to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. A small smile instantly warmed your face as he touched you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-" He shook his head softly as he watched a tear spill from your glossy eyes. Oh god, he did too much.

"No, Mav, I love it. It's just- no one has ever done this for me before." You laughed through your tears, a weak grin growing on your lips. His sad look faded and he smiled at you, his large hands sliding from your now-tear-stained cheek to your hands, the soft pad of his thumbs caressing the back of your palms gently. "Thank you so much." You whispered, unable to meet his eyes. God, what a mess you were.

"You're welcome, Y/N, I just wanted our first date to be special... I was worried that you'd be disappointed." He admitted with a sheepish smile, leading you to the table. You shook your head at him, completely in shock that he thought such a thing. How could you be disappointed to go on a date with the 'Maverick'?

"You're joking, right, Mav?" A soft, incredulous laugh left your lips and he stared at you, obviously serious. "Well, first, I would never be disappointed to go on a date with you. If the date was to sit in a field and stare at each other, I'd be thrilled." You giggled at him. "And second, I'm honoured to have even been offered an opportunity like this." You teased him as you sat down opposite him, the soft, amber glow of the candle illuminating his smiling face. "Thirdly, how the hell did you set this up when you've been flying a plane with me?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets." He replied cryptically, unable to hide the smirk that was picking at the corners of his lips. You rolled your eyes at him with a bashful smile, your hand reaching forward to grasp the glass of wine that sat to the right of your plate of spaghetti.

"A pilot and a comedian, boy am I lucky." You joked, grinning as you took sip of the refreshing red vino; a satisfied hum leaving your pursed lips as you savoured the sweet taste. "Thank you again Mav, for all of this, it was a dream come true, honestly." You said with a soft voice, gazing at the man in question. He shook his head at your words.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, I wanted to make you feel special." Maverick stared at you with a besotted smile.

"Well, you definitely did just that!" You laughed, feeling the tears return to your eyes.

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itadori, fushiguro, gojo & nanami — cuddling headcanons

REQUEST: Not to be so- sof- s*ft or anything but can you do hcs of cuddling our bois to sleep because you had a nightmare? Had a nightmare about a clown coming for my ass last night and that was NOT what I call festive >:(

| PAIRINGS: itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru and bonus! nanami kento x gn!reader (separately)

| WARNINGS: fluffy, having nightmares, cuddles omg, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol

A/N: hello! (´∀｀) omg anon this request was a while ago so uhm sorry dkjshs but i’m delivering to you!! also i liked this idea a lot bc i’m feeling fluffy 👉👈 so i might do another part of these hcs with yuta, nobara, geto, miwa and whoever you would like!! so anyway!! hope it’s what you expected and enjoy!! 💕

Itadori Yuji

Now when i tell you i see yuji as a heavy sleeper

He may not notice the way you woke up with heavy breathing after a nightmare right away

Or the way you’re moving around

Or the fact you’re softly calling his name for him to wake up

But... well, there’s really no but’s

Yuji won’t wake up until you’re shaking him roughly by his arm

His blurry sight would only let him see yoir silhouette through the dark

But after a few seconds when his brain was a little more functional, Yuji finally heard your breathing

Yuji would immediately go into must protect mod

“Baby...”

His throaty voice would be full of concern yet it would be so sweet as he opens his arms

He is so warm when you finally accommodate yourself in his arms

The skin to skin contact is so relaxing you could almost melt in his embrace

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Want anything?”

You can see he’s still sleepy yet he would jump off the bed if you asked him too

But this time you just wanted him to hold you

Yuji would definitely run his fingers on your hair, massaging your scalp as you breathed in his scent

You can also expect him to start rubbing your back softly and intertwining your legs

In some occasions he would start telling you something funny that happened during his day

Feeling his chest vibrate under your cheeks as he laughed at a particular moment

Yuji definitely kisses your head and your cheeks when your position lets him

He’s just really sweet and understandable, drawing circles over your arm from time to time

Would sometimes hum a random song while your breathing calmed down

Yuji knew he wasn’t perfect at comforting but he tried to be for you

And even if he’s way too tired, Yuji would always wait for you to fall asleep first before he closes his eyes

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi would be studying while you were taking a nap

I mean, it was like 6pm and you decided to sleep?

Megumi sighed in disbelief at your logic

But then he heard you letting out small noises as you laid in his bed

And at first he tried to stay concentrated and pay it no mind

He really thought it was just your usual sleepy babbling

But when Megumi started hearing your heavy panting

And then your soft cries

Megumi jumped from his chair as fast as he could, running to the bed where you were squirming around

“Y/N?” he whispers, shaking your frame softly

And when you wake up abruptly, eyes filling with tears while looking up at Megumi and flying to his arms

He can’t help but think how cute you are

Megumi feels kinda bad for that ngl

But he’s quick in wrapping his arms around you and lay down next to you

“Bad dream, huh?” He would genuinely ask as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, nodding

Megumi would chuckle and shake his head amusingly

He just really thinks you’re adorable in this state

Would totally read a book or just get lost in his own mind as you breathe calmly next to him

Megumi knows you’re pretty vulnerable when you have a bad dream, so he’s really careful with his actions

He tries to be more gentle with you

Really bad at cuddling and being the big spoon when needed like these times

However Megumi really excels on making you feel protected

Would just hold you tightly and whisper a few “Better?” until you tell him you are okay

You always say you aren’t even if you are just to feel him a little more

Megumi would kiss your nose when you fall asleep again before going back to his own work

Gojo Satoru

This man can be as thick in the head as a brick wall

And also quite an annoying pain in the ass

But he’s cute

And he’s also super caring for you and would never belittle your worries

So when you’re laying next to him one night and start moving around more than usual

Even if it’s just a small movement

Satoru can feel it

Maybe it’s the way he got used to sensing everything around him

But he can clearly feel the way your chest is rising up and down quickly

So naturally, Satoru sits down on the bed looking at you for any kind of reaction

And when you open your eyes with a big gasp only to see a pair of piercing blue eyes looking at you

You swear you got even more scared for a small moment there

But Satoru was quickier and rubbed your cheek with his hand, smiling softly

“You okay there, babe?” it’s kinda lighthearted the way he says it, trying not to sound too serious

And you just shake your head, a small hint of a pout on your face

This is where cuddly!Satoru comes to life

Even if he says otherwise, he actually loves being the big spoon

Satoru loves the feeling of your body pressed against him

So if holding you meant making you feel better then it was a win-win situation for both of you

Looooves drawing small circles on your tummy and thighs and kiss the back of your neck

Satoru is just really touchy and sweet when it comes to cuddling so expect a lot of kisses

He would most likely throw his long leg over you when he’s half asleep

After that nightmare, whenever he feels you move around, he tries to hold you tight in his sleep

Satoru does this so you don’t feel like you’re alone only because he’s asleep

Overall really sweet and cute, pretty clueless with his soft kicks when you both are already sleeping soundly

Bonus!Nanami Kento

So Nanami really takes care of his sleeping time

He’s usually really tired so he would rather not have anything disturb him

But for you, he makes an exception in almost every single aspect of his life

So when Nanami feels the way you’re poking his arm, almost shyly

He wakes up to look at your nervous face, just one eye open as he yawns a little

Nanami is a man of a few words and a good observant

So you don’t have to say anything because he’s already wrapping an arm around you

Pulling you close to his chest as he places a kiss on the top of your head

“It’s okay, I’m here with you” he would whisper tiredly, releasing a sigh when he feels the way you nod

Nanami doesn’t have to say much to you and you’re glad for that

He has a way to make you feel safe with the smallest of touches

So you sleep soundly with his hands caressing your arm and listening to his breathing

Nanami secretly loves the way your lips brush against his chest

He decides it’s time for him to sleep again once you’re asleep

[adobe-outdesign]

Have you gone over the Infernape line yet? Completely forget if you have, you've been doing this so long. If so, thoughts on the Paras line, including the scrapped baby form? Personally glad it wasn't added, it doesn't really make much sense to me, in terms of the rest of the line

Already did Infernape last time, so I'll do Paras this time:

Big fan of bugs, so it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that I like the cordyceps Pokemon. First, the idea of even basing a Pokemon off of a parasitic fungus that most people don't know about it is a great idea, especially with the added bug/grass typing (which sucks competitively but that isn't the point here).

But secondly, the design is also pretty decent. Rather than going for an ant or something they instead went for a cicada nymph, and instead of making the fungus look like a cordyceps it instead just has regular-looking mushrooms instead, which helps the design read pretty quickly.

The face is especially nice here, as it's neither too anime-esq (not that anime faces are inherently bad; I just think a lot of bug types look better without them) nor literally that of a cicada nymph. The mouth and nose are particularly funky and cool looking, and there's something endearing about the giant compound googly-eye look. They even remembered to give it simple eyes! (Those five dots in the middle of the head, to clarify.)

My only real complaint is the colors. Gen 1 has a real problem with all of the colors being washed out, and Paras and Parasect are no exception. The body could've been either a brighter red or orange, or even make it tan and make the mushrooms a bright red and yellow to help them pop.

What's weird though is that scrolling through images of it, there's not a lot of consistency to how it's drawn color-wise. Sometimes it sports this darker red palette, which I much prefer (maybe the artists are getting the regular version and the shiny confused?):

Parasect is better in some ways but worse in others. The giant, singular mushroom looks great, and really helps emphasize that the bug is basically brain-dead at this point. Instead of actually becoming a cicada-esc creature it's remained a crab-like nymph, possibly due the mushroom draining its nutrients, which is a nice touch. And I love the blank white eyes.

However, the face in general isn't as good; losing the weird-ass mouth of Paras in favor of a more generic one is particularly a shame. I'm not even sure why it has a mouth; for years I thought it didn't, and it would look better and more zombie-like without it. Also, the way the mushroom actually connects to it is a bit odd. Why is there black under it? Shouldn't that be white like the underside of a mushroom?

As a whole, though, these two are solid. As for the beta:

I'm with the anon on this one; it was better off scrapped. I don't know if it would've hurt anything, but I don't feel like it adds anything either. It's not like it really enhances the theme in any way.

In fact, I'm not even sure the mushroom makes sense here. Why is it replacing its lower body when the evos have it on the back? Better, question, how does it move? Is it just burrowing into a regular mushroom to hide? Why? Granted, lack of context doesn't help with this, but I feel like a baby version could've at least been the nymph with no mushroom at all, so it would at least go from being normal to slowly being taken over. And even then, I still don't think it would've been necessary.

But while I'm on the topic of evolutions for this line, while a pre-evo doesn't make sense, I would love for it to gain an evolution/mega evolution in the future (if they ever come back), or even a regional variant.

The reason an evolution could be awesome is that while the line is good as-is, it feels like the concept could be pushed even further. Cordyceps make their hosts turn white from the fungus, so maybe a Parasect evo/mega evo becomes complete white with red spots on the mushroom and becomes grass/ghost or something (which would help with the weak typing issue). It could also gain some smaller, spindlier mushrooms that are used to spread spores around.

On the other hand, a regional form could maybe just have evolved without the mushroom entirely; instead, the line eats them as a favorite meal. This gives them both poison-typing from absorbing toxins from the mushroom, and maybe it becomes more of a blue color and gains mushroom-like spots for camouflage. And because Para's nutrients aren't being drained, it actually evolves into a winged cicada-ish creature.

The point is, these are some very good zombie bugs, but I'd love to see their potential explored a little more in the future.